A gang of frat guys

The car door opened, and the sky filled with a howl. The howl was joined by three more as the other car doors opened. Young guys stumbled out of the car into the deep snow.

“Fuck this weather is bad.”

“You sure this is the right place dude. Why are the lights on?”

“There’s nothing else around. This has to be the place.”

“Fuck. We were driving too long. I’m just gonna piss right here in the snow.”

The guy turned his back to us, and howled up into the falling snow as he pissed. The others grabbed bags from the trunk. The car was topped with skis and snowboards.

Maybe it was because of the blowing snow, but the guys didn’t see my car, or look over to the steaming hot tub. They trudged to the house, and unto the porch. Where they stood waiting as one guy fumbled with the pad lock that held the key to the house.

“FUCK! The code’s not working!”

“Dude the house is already unlocked!”

They open3: the door, and stomped their snow covered shoes inside. We watched them look around the one room cabin through the large window.

Monica nudged me, “What the fuck! They’re in our house! Get out and tell them to leave! They’re obviously at the wrong place and too drunk to know it.”

“Maybe they’ll realize it and just leave,” I said. One glance at Monica told me what she thought of that answer.

I stood up out of the tub into the breeze snowy wind. The chill as least started shrinking my erection so I didn’t have to talk to the guys with a raging boner. I climbed out of the tub, and slowly walked to the house. My hot feet sunk into the snow burying me up to my knee with each step.

I finally made it to the house, and walked in the front door. Four young college guys turned to look at me: a naked man barging in the front door.

“Dude, why is your hog out?”

I started, “Uh me and my girlfriend have reservations for this cabin: 742 Evergreen Terrace. I think you pulled up to the wrong house.”

The guy with a mop of curly blonde hair mumbled, “Shit. I knew this was the wrong house.”

Another with short brown hair asked, “You have a girlfriend here? Where is she?” He looked around like she was hiding somewhere.

The biggest of the bunch held up Monica’s bra that we had tossed on the floor in our passion. “Looks like she has big tits. Is she naked too?” He looked out the window and shaded his eyes to try and see through the snow.

The final guy with a sleeve of tattoos lifted my girlfriend’s panties up to his face and held them to his nose. Through the fabric, he said, “She smells like she’s in heat too.”

“Of course she’s in heat. Look at her boyfriend’s cock. That’s a big ole dick.”

“I’m bigger than that. Maybe his girlfriend would like me better.”

I ignored their comments, “Obviously you guys didn’t book this place. You can use the wifi and look up the directions to see where you need to go?”

“You’re going to send us back out in the blizzard?”

“We couldn’t even stay here if there weren’t already two people—there’s only one bed.”

“I wanna see this girlfriend before we go.”

“Yeah she better be hot. I’m looking through her luggage, and she has some sexy undies.”

Fuck. It was the middle of a snowstorm. I couldn’t call the police to get them to leave. I was not in a good position to negotiate. I said, “C'mon guys. This place isn’t big enough for six people. Just look up the directions and leave.”

“I’m looking them up now. It isn’t too far. I saw where I made the wrong turn.”

“We’re not leaving yet.”

“We want to see your naked girlfriend.”

“Maybe we want to have some fun with her.”

“Maybe she wants to have some fun with us before we leave.”

Oh god. How did I get into this situation? I just wanted a weekend getaway with my girlfriend.