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Subject: {ASSM} Cool Alex (M/F+)
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Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2008 08:10:04 -0400
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                          {ASSM}Cool Alex. 
			   A story by Yotna El'toub
	   [M/F+] written as part of the solstice festival
				on Writer's Block.
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal
age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult
nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is
18+ please abide to your own local laws.

Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The
characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in
my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental
and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are
pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult
sexuality should remain only in the adult world.

Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands
of minors.
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Author's note:

Esu has this fascination with solstice and has instigated festivals to
celebrate each one. So here in the Northern hemisphere we are having
our longest day. It is not the same everywhere though, and a comment
by one Deadly Ernest got me thinking. Finally in respect for Esu (and
due to her saying I wouldn't be able to do it) this story is written
as a pastiche of her series 'Experiences'. Now from here to somewhat
chillier climes....

Cool Alex.

Alexander groaned. It had seemed such a good idea. The offer of a
free trip to the Antarctic with the BAS, and all he had to do was be
an observer, a journalist. Free transport, board and lodging. All he
had to do was write. Alex blew pointlessly on his numbed hands. He
could even remember his stupid reply.

"The Antarctic? Well cool."

How those words had haunted him. There was nothing cool about being
here on the shortest day of the year. June 21st, now normally he
would be sipping a pint in a riverside pub. Were it raining he would
be all cosy in the 'snug'. If for some odd reason summer in the UK
was unseasonably nice, he may even have ventured out onto one of the
many patio tables that scattered the riverbank.

Alex sighed. And here he was, alone, in a wooden cabin, in the
permanent dark. Outside the wind howled, the snow flurried and
stalwart types plodded towards pointless task on the ice. Not Alex.
At least not any more. He liked to tell himself that the others
needed someone back in base camp. But he could still remember the
hushed group conversations, furtive looks and 'snatched words' he'd
made out.

"Wanker,"
"Seal meat,"
"Liability,"

He had this sneaking suspicion some of those words related in some
way to him. Well if they did he knew why; jealousy. Damnable nerds
wouldn't know the value of 'cool' if it bit their chubby frosty arse
cheeks! Alex remembered, and sighed once more. He had been given a
task, a menial chore more like. Once every three hours he had to go
outside and hack the snow and ice away from the generator exhaust
outlet. He glanced at his watch, ten more minutes of relative warmth,
then the icy fucking gale once more. 

Alex reached across into his backpack and retrieved his only solace.
He handled the well-thumbed copy of 'Club International" as if it
were a first edition Dickens. Taking extreme care Alex unfolded the
magazine to his favourite page, to be fair it wasn't too hard to do,
the pages sort of naturally opened there now. His loving gaze fell on
them, Nicki, Chloe, Hazel & Didi, resplendent in mock-Sapphic
lipstick shenanigans. All of it set up and false, of course, he
didn't mind that - that he understood; his world. 

Alex's cock twitched in Pavlovian response to the image. For a
second he considered rummaging through his multilayered clothing to
extract his todger and give it the attention it craved. But there
were some place one really didn't want frostbite. No it would have to
be the table leg job once more, if he could just position himself -
yeah, that was good. Alex chuckled despite himself, of all the things
in this god-forsaken place this table leg was the one thing he might
rescue in a fire. It was then she spoke.

"Now Alex, that is a waste. Why don't you join us?" asked Chloe.

Alex jumped, and turned to face the bunks. He gaped in surprise,
ignoring the spittle that dribbled down his chin. Another voice
chimed in.

"Yeah Alex, get up here we have been waiting so long for a man like
you!" purred Nicki.

"You know even girly-games get boring after a while," smiled Didi.

"I need to taste your cock Alex, sooo much," groaned Hazel.

This was fucking crazy!

"H-how did you get here?" 

"Now you are being silly," said Nicki.

"We were in your rucksack all the time," explained Chloe.

"Y-yeah, but you can't just - appear..." said Alex, ignoring his
slight headache.

"But we have, and we want you to join us - big boy,"

"Once you are undressed, I mean how can we caress you through all
that stuff?"

"Look - just go away this is fucking mad! You aren't real," shouted
Alex.

"Relax Alex; if I wasn't real could I do this?"

Nicki hopped off the bunk and strode across the room to Alex. She
crouched slightly adopting the posture of a pole dancer, and then she
slid her soft skin over Alex's face. As the warm globes of her
breasts bracketed his face Alex turned his head, and a stiff nipple
grazed his lips. Alex was convinced.

"Just let me get all this crap off, and I will be right with you
girl's," he grinned.

Alex tore at his arctic clothing with increasingly frustrated hands.
Finally he was free! The passion fuelled journalist plunged into the
midst of the models, he grabbed handfuls of warm flesh, mouthed
frantically at any and every extremity. This was heaven; he was
drowning in succulent femininity, surrounded by it. So what if it was
hard to breathe? Who needed to breathe anyway?

It was Tim who first noticed.

"Fuck it! Look the idiots let the snow drift over the outlet pipe."

Tired or not the team all picked up their pace. Minutes later they
reached the door; it took two of them to force it open. The sight
that greeted them was bizarre indeed.

"Wanker," said Tim.
"Seal meat," said Bob.
"Liability," said Sean.
"Ice cold in Alex," said the well-read one.


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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub June 2008
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I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed
writing it.  As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my
only payment for my work.

Please address comments to WB_yotna@yontasden.co.uk

This story is copyrighted by the author and as such may not be
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of the author. Any reader may archive a copy of this story,
provided the warnings and copyright information is attached in
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