Message-ID: <39613asstr$1038964203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: simon_48@hotmail.com (Simon Wagstaff III) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 3 Dec 2002 22:05:52 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 3 Dec 2002 14:05:52 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Xmas Story: ICE by mandible Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2002 20:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, newsman ICE by mandible yes, i have a heart It was the coldest day can I remember, and I'm still glad I went swimming. It was after school and I was dragging my freezing butt along when I saw the people standing around gawking by the canal. I shoved up closer and saw what they were gawking at; it made my blood run even colder. Down in the canal a little girl had broken through the ice, and two women were trying to help her. The ice had broken under the women's feet and now they were in the water, floundering and screaming weakly, and around twenty-five able-bodied men and women were watching them without doing any more than sympathize. I never thought about not acting. My jacket hit the ground next to my schoolbooks and my fifteen-year-old ass went into the water with a huge crash. I came up under the little girl, gasping as the water stole my strength, and threw her up onto the ice. She skidded away; the ice held her weight and she began to crawl to safety. I whirled to the closest girl, who clutched desperately at me. I was braced and caught her arm, then I pulled her closer, grabbed her by the waist of her pants, and threw her onto the ice where I'd hurled the kid. It cracked, but held her up as she rolled closer to shore. Others were out on the ice now, shocked out of their hesitation or maybe just shamed into action. I looked for the second woman; gone. I dove and caught a clutching hand as she sank; her head popped up, our eyes met, and she gasped "Save me," so I did. We made a nice picture on the front page as I carried her in my arms up to the waiting ambulance. My schoolbooks were still there; my jacket was long gone. So I was a hero, and everybody made a big deal for a few weeks and forgot about it. You'd have done it, too. The little girl lived next to the canal and had evaded her big sister long enough to get in trouble; the two sorority girls were driving past and saw the ice break. "We shouldn't have both gone out," little Jamie told the reporter earnestly. "We knew it didn't hold for the child, so why would it hold us? Stupid. I always heard, lay on your belly and reach, but I just ran out there and fell in, and so did Terri. She'd have drowned, and maybe we would have too, if Ronny hadn't jumped in." She beamed at me. So did Terri. So did sixteen other sisters of the Alpha Beta sorority (make up your own set of Greek letters; it's not impossible that you could trace this back if you remember that picture but I'm not making it easy for you), who were sitting just out of camera range. Over the next month I was hugged VERY closely by dozens of giggling and perfumed sorority girls, all of whom were VERY grateful to me for saving their friends, and several of whom contrived to press my hand against their bosoms while their shocking little tongues darted into my mouth. I had never kissed a girl before, although a classmate had let me hold her hand at a movie we'd attended with a group of friends. I tried to be cool around these women, but it was impossible. They knew they flustered me, and they were perfectly all right with it. The result of my new heroism was that I became sort of an unofficial mascot to the sisters and spent most of my Friday and Saturday nights hanging around their sorority house up on Broad Street (yes, it really was, and so were six others; the Seven Sisters of Broad Street. Everybody knows THAT.) instead of out preying upon the succulent bodies of women my own age. I was too young to know how frustrated I was, even though I had to rush home and beat off after helping the girls get ready for a grownups-only toga party. Terri became like an older sister and several others, like Retta and Jean, were great sources of advice and guidance. But little Jamie, who I'd pulled from the ice water, was a source of disturbing attraction to me. Some of the girls were incredibly beautiful, blond goddesses or valkyries, unreachable. Jamie was pale and dark-haired, and her breasts were heavy. Her lips were cranberry red and a spot of color lit at her cheeks when our eyes met. I was beginning to know that I wanted her by Christmas, but she was gone after exams. Sandra and Betty were staying in the house over Christmas and Sue had come back for a change of clothes from her home thirty miles away; I'd dropped by and we'd made popcorn. It was still several days before Christmas. Betty was blonde and nervous; Sandra brunette and wicked; neither was a great friend of mine though both were good friends of Jamie's. We watched a stupid Christmas special, wincing as has-been actresses warbled carols, and grinned at each other as we passed the popcorn. Sue began drowning out a particularly bad 'Jingle Bells' with a loud 'Silent Night' as she gathered her belonging and waved goodbye. Several minutes later, as the has-beens launched into 'The Twelve Days of Christmas,' Betty's boyfriend Peter arrived, chatted with us a moment, and spirited Betty away to an overnight party. Sandra and I were alone, and she gave me a knowing look that made my spine prickle before we went back to joking and passing the popcorn. I heard a key in the door; as my eyes raised they locked with Jamie's. She'd dropped in, as Sue had, from her home thirty miles or so away in the next town. She was dressed in a leather coat that made my hands itch to touch it; I fought not to look at her ass as she hung it up. She glided back into the den and sat beside me on the couch. "I'm COLD," she purred as she pressed up against me. "Warm me up?" Her arms went around me and her face turned up to mine; my arms went around her automatically. She smelled like wine, like apples and lemons and sweet perfume, and her eyes stared into mine from an inch away. I stared back as her breasts pressed against my chest. After a long time her lips parted slightly and I realized she wanted to be kissed. Her hand went up my back to the back of my neck, drawing me closer as I drowned in her eyes. Our tongues touched; my penis uncoiled like a striking snake and became tangled in my boxers uncomfortably. The kiss was eternal; then time caught up and we broke, still staring into one another's eyes. "We wish you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!" bleated the old stars on the tv. Jamie sighed and sagged against my chest. My heart expanded to twice normal size, like the Grinch. I kissed the top of her head. We made out like minks for an hour, Sandra sitting almost between us and the tv so that she wasn't staring at us. Jamie had begun rubbing my crotch through my pants and had encouraged me to touch her lovely breasts when she suddenly disengaged herself, giggling and whispered that she had to go. She gave Sandra a funny look; Sandra promptly followed her upstairs. They were gone for a long time, during which I had plenty of time to decide that if I was ever a has-been tv star I'd shoot myself before Christmas came around, then Sandra came tiptoeing back downstairs. She smiled at me and turned of the tv. "Ronny," she began, "We're all grateful to you for saving that little girl, and for pulling our sisters out of that water. But no one's more grateful than Jamie, and you don't know half of that. "Jamie had a little sister, who drowned by falling through the ice just the way that little child fell. Jamie saw it happen, just a child herself, and couldn't help. She went wild when she saw that little girl in danger, and then she thought she was going to die as well. After we got her back here from the hospital that night, she had a big reaction. Hysterical, crying, calling for you, wanting to know who you were. 'The ice! It almost got me,' she kept saying, 'it got my sister and it had that girl and it almost had me and Terri too." She burst out crying after we got her to sleep, dreamed it all again and woke up sobbing 'Save me, save me." Sandra patted my shoulder. "Nice going, Superman. We're all proud of you, and about twenty of us, so far, have voted in favor of thanking you the way a hero deserves. But Jamie wanted to thank you herself, and now she's finally got the nerve up. "Second door to the left of the stairs," she gestured up the dark staircase. "Your Christmas present, and I helped wrap it. I'll be sitting up watching tv all night if you have any questions, or need any . . . help." I gulped and turned bright red. I tried not to run up the stairs but failed. I was at the door in seconds. I opened it carefully, expecting to find . . . Well, something less amazing. The room was dark except for a string of Christmas lights, which hung over the bed. By the beautiful light I saw sweet little Jamie lying in the bed. Her hands and feet were tied to the bedrails with red ribbons. She was wrapped in thin white tissue paper, formed into little tubes around her limbs and bunched loosely around her torso, and tied with red ribbons. A blindfold of the same tissue hid her eyes, held by a little red ribbon. On her head was a red bow. I stood there for what seemed like hours. Finally she chuckled nervously. "Merry Christmas, Ronny." I pushed the door shut, hearing it lock. I stammered something. Her lips curved in a delirious smile. "In some countries, if you save someone's life you own them forever. I can't go that far, Ronny, but my gift to you tonight is the life you saved. Me. You own me tonight. I will obey you like a slave, do anything you desire. Over and over." She giggled. "Tomorrow we might try it with you tied up." I found that a terrifying idea, but kept my mouth shut. Slowly I walked up to the bed and reached a trembling hand out to touch her. Under the crinkling paper her skin was like fire. I stroked her nervously, reaching higher to pet her upper arms, then the skin of her face. Her lips quivered and she made a small hunching movement with her pelvis. My palm touched her breast, felt the tiny nipple beneath the thin paper begin to swell against my palm. Paper tore as I unwrapped my present, leaving the blindfold for last. Quick jerks of my hands snapped the ribbons holding her hands, which crept around my neck and stayed as if tied again. Between kisses I pulled up the blindfold and looked into her wild eyes. "Anything I want?" I teased. "Then show me what it is I want, Jamie. I've never done this before." She gasped, but she couldn't have blushed any redder. Jamie sprang from the bed with a clatter of ribbons and tissue. There were still ribbons at her wrists and ankles and stray rings or spots of tissue. Her breasts were jiggly and the nipples stood up. She posed, turning and posing again, showing me her ass, her tits, her smooth back and srong legs, the way her hair fell about her pale shoulders. "This," she told me, arms behind her head. "This is what you want." I stood up to embrace her, but she fell to her knees before me and took my huge erection in her mouth. I stared down at her bobbing head, my eyes bugging as waves of pleasure shot through my body. After a moment she looked up and met my eyes; in her own eyes was a strange mixture of arrogance and surrender. I had dreamed that one day a girl might possibly do this for me; the fact that it was Jamie doing it combines with the fact that she was GREAT caused me to moan loudly, shoot a huge wad in her mouth, buckles at the knees and fold up into the bed. Jamie melted into the bed with me, giggling softly. "Was that what you wanted?" "See," I told her reverently, "I'd never have asked for that." She looked at me hotly. "I'd have done that for you anytime. Hmmm. I'd probably have done that even if you hadn't saved me." She looked down and her eyes began to fill with tears. I put an arm around her and she sobbed on my shoulder again. "I never told you about my sister," she began. I shushed her and told her Sandra had just told me about it. "She was ahead of me and the ice cracked. She fell in and I was afraid, so I ran away and told. She was screaming after me as I ran, 'Jamie, save me, save me,' but when I came back with help she was quiet and dead." Jamie sobbed quietly at an old hurt. I stroked her velvety arms. "So when I was driving by and saw her drowning again I stopped and ran up there, and we both fell in. Stupid, I almost got us both killed and didn't save the girl. I got in the water and I was scared again. I'm so ashamed, I was terrified. I felt the ice water dragging me down like it did my sister and I started trying to get away again, forget the little girl. Terri was trying to help her still, but I was just fighting to escape, but I couldn't get back and my strength was going, and suddenly I was praying, which I don't think works, but I thought 'save the girl, let me die but save the girl.' And boom, you jumped in and threw her to safety. And I blacked out and started to sink, and I shook my head," she was crying now, "no, let me finish, and saw you helping Terri and I saw how it would be, that I'd slip under and be cold and dead when you came for me, like my s-s-sister," she sobbed for a moment, "and I felt sad because I'd never laugh again, or eat, or kiss, but the girl would live, and it happened, I drowned and sank under the water. AND YOUR HAND SHOT OUT AND CAUGHT MINE and you pulled me up and I said 'save me.' And Ronny, you saved me. I knew I was dead, and I'll never be the same. These hands would be dead meat weeks ago without you, and they know who to thank." Between sobs she was caressing my organ, which was becoming erect again. She had been thinking about this and words were pouring out as we rearranged ourselves in the narrow bed. In my ear she told me all about the advantages of the particular body part my hands were exploring, how soft and moist and tight it was, how vulnerable to cold water and fright it was, and how much it craved a big hot, friendly organ to warm it up by slippery friction and shoot it full of hot fluid. I was beside myself with lust, and was soon providing that slippery friction. Jamie had wisely drained my balls with a blowjob, so I didn't blow my wad on the first or second thrust like most virgins. I lost my mind and began bucking and thrusting like a stallion when I realized just how good it felt. And looked; the lights were still draped over the bed and her eyes were glowing as her boobies jiggled with each thrust. She was so sweet, so wise, so understanding, so fuckable! Suddenly I realized what it meant to please and satisfy a woman. Jamie's eyes were glazed and her lips were parted and she was making little 'ohh' noises with each pump of my cock. If I just kept this up a little longer, would she - ? I knew girls had orgasms from my surreptitious reading, and that they were very fond of them. Could I? I could. Her eyes opened wide and she said 'oh,' then 'Oh!' Her body jerked convulsively and she began to grin. It was a selfish, greedy grin, full of gimmes and oh-boys. I was giving her something she REALLY liked, and it made me pump crazily until she finished shaking and moaning. Her nipples were the same natural cranberry as her lips. "Still cold inside?" I asked hoarsely, knowing I was about to come. She moaned a 'yes' and I began to ejaculate inside her. She giggled and dug her long fingernails into my buttocks. I saw stars, and I've had a thing about long fingernails ever since. I never realized they kept them long so they could do that . . . And we took a shower together, and she showed me where the tiny bud of her clitoris was, and how to lick it just right, and what a sixty-nine was. Before morning she was tied to the bed again, moaning happily as I accepted her thanks. I'd have saved her anyway and she knew it by now, but I knew she was using me to scare away her personal demons. I was happy to save her from those as well, and found the process much more pleasant than saving her from the ice. We stole more nights together, but soon she was going steady with Mike and told me happily that she loved him and couldn't do it with me any more. Sandra took me upstairs that night and told me fiercely that she expected to be treated with a complete lack of respect, even if she was older than me. After a long kiss, I told her that she had already earned my respect, but I'd see about trying to be just a bit disrespectful. She wore her bras too tight; I was shocked by the size of her tits, and behaved in a very disrespectful way with them. We made lots of noise and both ended up with rug-burns on our knees. She was friendly but distant after that, although she went to a larger bra size, and I went back to being the mascot at their tv parties. An hour before the big game I rode along with Sue and Lily to help carry ice. Sue drove right past the minit mart and turned in at a motel. The two grinning girls escorted me to a room and enthusiastically double-teamed me, Sue on my face as Lily blew me and then Lily on my face as Sue blew me. I don't remember much about the game; we were late coming back and I had a lot to think about. The next week it was a sweet, shy blonde named Misty, who was from another school's chapter of the sorority. She knew about the thanks I'd been getting from the girls, and wanted to join the fun. Her shyness disappeared behind locked doors, and she was almost frighteningly intent on my pleasure. It became a routine soon. The girls had paid me off long ago for saving Jamie; now it was just sex. They got off on teaching me to get them off, and I got off on them. Nobody actually cheated on a relationship, and sometimes a girl from another college would join in. It was the joy of forbidden sex, and I almost disappeared from the high school social scene. I didn't date high school girls, although I could have. It was a great winter, and a great spring. And Humpty-dumpty had a great fall. I arrived one day at the sorority house to find five girls in tears. They stared at me with horror when I walked in, and then they told me. Jamie was dead. She'd been visiting her cousins in New York, walking alone by the canal where her sister had drowned so long ago. A little girl had fallen through the ice, and Jamie unhesitatingly plunged in to save her. She'd pushed the little girl to safety as she sank into bone-chilling water. Damn the bystanders who hadn't helped me save her, damn the generosity that let those girls repay me so well. Damn everyone for making me take an adult role, with adult guilt, so soon. If I'd been old enough, I'd have kept her for myself instead of losing her to an older guy. Damn him for not being there for her, and hurray for Jamie, who paid back her life-long guilt and saved a child from the ice. But I knew whose name she'd choked with her last breath, whose hand she'd frantically reached for as the water filled her lungs: my name, my hand. My failure. I reached for adult responsibilities too soon, and now I am haunted forever. I walked out silently and never went back to the sorority house again. Did I fail Jamie? I don't know for sure, but guilt doesn't listen to reasons. In my heart forever there lies a chip of ice. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+