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Subject: {ASSM} Xmas Story: ICE by mandible
Date: Tue,  3 Dec 2002 20:10:03 -0500
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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.

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