“Paul, I really can't stay.” I said, pushing away from my grabby friend.
“But baby it's cold out there.” He responds, gesturing to the raging blizzard outside. His hands reach for mine.
“The evening has been,” I pause to push him away, “Great? And I am not your baby. Paul I barely know you and all you want to do fuck.”
Granted I can see why. Knock out blonde with a set of double D’s, and the face to match. I have lost count of how many classmates and even professors I have knocked off their feet. They look at me and take me for a ditz, only to be taken off guard by my intellect.
Paul gasped, “I-I-I don't know what you are talking about!” He retorts, trying to conceal the obvious boner as he takes me in. “I'm just worried that you'd freeze out there. You aren't wearing the best winter gear.”
Okay he has a point there. Maybe black leggings, a down vest and sweater, a beanie and red Converse were not the best winter attire. Granted though when I first arrived it was about forty degrees. Damn Wisconsin weather always changing every thirty seconds.
“I realize this, but I just have to go. I've got to go home.” It's not that far of a walk too, just a couple blocks down the road.
“But baby, it's up to your knees out there.” Paul continues in vain to keep me. I can see him gulping for air. My Lord he must be going fucking crazy. One look down I can see his excitement.
“You've really been grand.” I say with a smile, though my hand rests on the door. “But I've got to get home. See you later, Paul.” With a nod I step into the white world of the blizzard.
I am immediately assaulted by the sub-zero temperatures. Maybe I should had stayed, but no I promised my brother I would be home asap.
“Alright Olivia, you got this! It is only a few blocks.” Glancing back I see my stalkerish friend is watching. Through the flying snow I can make out a small rectangle of golden light, and inside that light a silhouette. Dammit he can't even let me walk home.
Turning away I continue on my journey. One step and my leg was instantly knee deep in snow, I gasped in pain. It was like the snow was stabbing me with little icy daggers.
Lifting my other foot up, I took another step. I learned in that moment, that Converse are not the best for walking through a blizzard. The moment my foot touched the ground I was airborne.
“Oof…” my squeaks were muffled as I landed back first and feet up in the snowbank. A shiver ran down my spine as the icy grip enclosed around my sides. “D-dammit!” I stuttered, kicking in a failed attempt to free myself from my snowy prison.
I stare up in vain, snow dancing merrily in the air. Well at least it can't get any worse.
Some vehicle whizzes by and a tidal wave of snow buries me. There is nothing I could do, as my arms are pinned at this point.
“Nooo!!! Mmpf mmpf…” It is not long until I am completely entombed by the snow. Only the tops of my feet are sticking out. Fuck it is so cold!!!
I try in vain to move, but each time i move the snow compacts tightly around me. The snow has me trapped...
Time ticks by slowly, I have no idea how long I have been trapped. The temperature has seemed to stabilize though. I guess my body heat is enough to keep me warm in an igloo… fuck.
“Please! Is anyone out there!” I call, weekly kicking my feet. “I'm stuck!”
Much to my surprise I hear a response.
“Huh, I figured that was you Olivia.” A most muffled, yet familiar voice replies. Wait... Ooh no it can't be! Paul?!
“I was uh, looking out the window, making sure you uh… Made it home sorry and when I looked away you were gone! So I figured I'd come out and look…” I heard him chuckle, “Nice choice in footwear, the red really stuck out against the snow.”
Oh God he really is a stalker. Stalker or not, he was the only to find me here. I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth I guess.
The sound of his gloves making short work of the snow was music to my ears. The moment he cleared the snow off my face I could have kissed, that is until…
“So, I guess I was right. You should have stayed over.” He chuckled, his eyes full of lust and all urges to kiss him left. “Jesus Olivia, your lips are blue. We should head back to my place for you to warm up.”
Warmth… That sounded like fucking heaven. But, to be stuck with him? Dammit! The warmth wins.
“Wow, you are so cold you can’t even nod!” His hands were like coals to my skin. “Oh dang! Your body is like ice!” His fiery arms wrapped around my waist and hoisted me from the snowbank. “Heh, you are rather light too.” With that fucking smug smile on his lips, Paul threw me over his shoulder.
“Alrighty, back to the house!” He cheered, with a pat to my rear.
How dare you! I tried to scream, but my lips were frozen shut. The moment I could talk he was going to get an earful!
The walk back to his house was rather uneventful, if you consider being frozen solid while the guy of your nightmares kept stroking your icy thigh. Just trying to keep you warm, he claimed…. Fucking creep.
A wave of heat blasted my legs as we crossed the threshold of his home.
I squeaked, it was almost too warm for me! In fact, it was almost a bit unbearable!
“I know, I know Olivia. You want to get nice and warm.” Paul said carrying me to the living room, where he had a roaring fire going. Lifting me over his shoulders, Paul placed me right on the hot stones of the hearth.
I swear I heard something sizzle, but I must be losing my mind.
“Okay cute stuff, you stay right there. I am going to make you some hot cocoa!” Paul smiled with a stroke of my cheek!
I could feel my temper begin to boil, as I could not slap his hand away! It’s not fair that I could only watch him slink away, blowing kisses at me too!
My chest was practically on fire, I could feel my rage begin to boil. He was going to pay, that was for…. Huh?
I blinked, a bead of sweat began to down my forehead, growing in size as it reached the bridge of my nose. It was tan. What kind of sweat was tan colored?
My neck thawed enough at this point that I could shake my head, drops of the sweat flew off and landed with a sizzle.
“Huh?” I felt my cheeks begin to sizzle. “What the hell is going on here?” I blinked again, and grew wary of my hands. They felt like they were sweating… but also like they were beginning to cover more space.
A moan escaped my lips as my body shifted beneath me, my pussy seemed to press against the hot stones beneath me. “Oh God…” I gasped, feeling the pressure build. Something warm, and runny began to run down my legs.
This could not be happening right now! Was I seriously getting off on a fucking fireplace right now!
My legs and belly tingled, just like my cheek, as the fluids continued to pour down the sides of the stone. I must seriously be turned on, because I can’t stop myself!
A loud, wet slap drew my eyes to the stones.
“What the hell!?” My vest had fallen off my body, and landed on top of my hand and into a puddle of some strange tan liquid. “Wait…” I felt my eyes grow wide as I pulled my arm, “Oh shit… this can’t be happening.”
Where my hand used to be a melted stump of tan.
Feeling my heart race, my eyes shot to the floor, where my leggings and Converse were a tan coated mess.
I was melting.
No no no no, this can’t be happening!
The warm, tingling sensation fell across my body as more of myself began to spread across the entire mantle.
Oh God, it truly felt wonderful. Wait… what was I saying!? It felt good!? My body hissed against the hot stones, and holy shit that felt great!
Well… I doubt Paul could please me like this. Plus, being a puddle would be the best cock block ever!
Taking what was left of my hand, I figured I would give my body a bit of a hand in melting. Reaching into the puddle, I found the lump of me that the liquid was pouring out. With a smile on my lips, I stuck my arm in deep.
Would I be able to return? Who knows, but this felt fantastic! My body continued to spread, mix and bubble along the mantle. Who knew becoming a thin layer of finish over a mantle could feel so good!
What parts of me that weren’t caked onto the rocky surface, were readily absorbed into the fabrics of my clothes. I could feel myself bond with them at a molecular level. Honestly, it was pretty awesome! I did love that outfit.
Though what I loved even more. Was the idea of Paul having to explain to my father and brother’s what became of me. Thankfully, I would have a front row seat to that event!
With that final thought flitting through my mind, I felt my body finally give up its normal shape. A soft splat was all that was heard as my head merged with the rest of my euphoric body.
Take that Paul~