Two o'clock am the dogs were barking. I slowly open my eyes and hear the doorbell ring probably for the second time. I glance over at my wife who is starting to open her eyes.
"Don't worry honey I got it." I say as I climb out of bed.
"Who could it be?" She asks sleepily, but her eyes shortly close as she goes back to sleep never one to let anything keep her awake long at night.
I walk down stairs and turn on the front door light. When I look outside I see my wife's old college roommate Katie and that it was snowing quite heavily. I quickly open the door to let her in, but the moment I open the door she seems to collapse crying into my arms. Not really knowing what else to do, and with a cat that always tried to sneak out an open door I picked her up, closed the door, carried her up to the living room and sat on the couch with her in my lap still crying. I softly asked a couple of times what was wrong but got nothing but tears, sniffles, and sobs out of her.
After a few minutes my wife slowly comes down the stairs wondering what was taking me so long to get back in bed, I felt a bit uncomfortable to her coming down to see me with a female body in my lap, a quickly mouthed " Katie." And shrugged my shoulders.
Instead of being upset my wife Tory hurried down the stairs to kneel at my feet wrapped her arms around Katie and made her own soothing noises. After several more minutes of this Katie got herself enough under control to tell us what this was all about.
Apparently Katie's father in North Carolina had died and she had come out to see to his funeral and everything from her home in Texas. Her boyfriend during that time apparently skipped country with another girl, wiped out the checking and credit accounts the he and Katie shared leaving Katie only the cash she was carrying with her. She'd found this out trying to pay for her hotel room and before trying to book her return home flight. She paid for the room with cash but it left her nearly broke with no money to return the car or fly home or anything. Not knowing where to go or what else to do she had driven all night, the last 2 and half hours in the snowstorm, which by itself would have made her a nervous wreck just to come to our home in hopes we could put her up for a night or two.
"Of course you can stay as long as you like." My wife said quietly.
Katie was able to get out a hoarse thank-you before collapse into tears again still in my lap. After another fifteen minutes of that she finally cried herself into exhausted sleep.
"Can you carry her up stairs?" My Tory whispered to me.
I simply nodded my head. Katie was probably only a few pounds over 100, being both short, and very lean due to something my wife had told me all about she was nearly completely incapable of gaining weight no matter what she ate whether it was the syndrome or the medicine I didn't remember. Katie had short brown hair and if I remembered correctly brown eyes, but I hadn't seen those all night so that was only memory.
I started up the stairs and when I was about to turn into the spare bedroom my wife pulled my shirt towards our bedroom, so I go in and set Katie on the bed.
"Katie gets cold very easily... you felt her, after all she's been through and the cold outside, she's a Popsicle. There is no way I'm leaving her in a room alone tonight to catch a cold. She'll share our bed tonight, your body is always so damned warmed no matter the temperature..."
I just smiled, my wife saying Katie got cold easily was the pot calling the kettle black, my wife always curled tight to me in the winter because she was always cold while I always stayed plenty warm.
"Let's strip her, her clothes must be uncomfortable and dirty." My wife says quietly as she begins to undress her friend. " Get one of your T-shirts, it'll be plenty large enough for her to use as a sleep shirt."
I got out one of my more comfortable if slightly smaller shirts and handed it to my wife who pulled it onto Katie's limp body as. Then my wife removes Katie's skirt and panties and rolls her into the bed underneath the sheets.
"Get on in, she's not going to bite especially in her condition and you are what's going to get her warmed quickest." My wife says quietly urging me in.
I climbed into the bed and curled my body around Katie's my wife climbed in behind me. The position with one body in front of me and one behind was very comfortable and soon I drift into sleep.
The next morning I wake up to laying on my back, not unusual, my wife Tory was sleeping with her head on my left shoulder, her left arm resting on my chest, and her left leg wrapped around my left leg, also not unusual. Katie's head is resting on my right shoulder, with her right leg draped over my right leg and her right hand was lazily tracing the shape of my growing hard-on that was not part of the morning routine. Katie's eyes are still closed, and her breathing is still fairly slow and light so I assume she is asleep and not purposely arousing me with my wife right there, but the affect is the same. Damn the penis that as long as it is being touched nicely it likes being touched not really caring about the toucher. As it was it was taking all my willpower to keep my hips from humping upward.
"Honey, could you make us some breakfast?" My wife asks sleepily, and this seems to awaken Katie enough that she stops her hand movement with her eyes snapping open in shock and a little guilt.
"No problem hun. Come on down when you girls are ready. How's waffles sound?"
"Great!" My wife says with a lazy sleepy smile.
In our home I do all the cooking, while my wife does most of the cleaning, I cleaned the kitchen since when I cooked I usually made quite a mess.
I climb out of bed trying to avoid overly disturbing the women and make my way down stairs, glad to have the chance to calm things back down a bit.
