So Cold: So Hot

"Thank you, thank you," he said to her, though his face was turned toward the wall. "I'm sorry. I'm just so cold."

Tiffany sat back down a couple of feet away from Tyler and gave him a moment to adjust before speaking again.

"Tyler. What are you doing here?"

It took him a few more moments to respond.

"I thought I could make it. No big deal. I figured what better night to have the gym all to myself." Tyler still had his face pointed to the wall. His breathing was starting to even out and his back no longer indicated stressful gasps for air. "I was so wrong. It is so bad out there. I thought that I wasn't going to make it when I was about three quarters of the way here. I just barely got my key in the door my fingers were so numb. It was just so stupid."

"Wow." It was the only thing that could come out of Tiffany's mouth.

They sat in silence for another moment or two before Tyler spoke again.

"Tiffany, what are you doing here?"

Tiffany explained to him that she didn't know about the campus shut down and how she ended up getting stuck in the building. She told him how she had gotten cold and thought of the sauna as the best option. She explained that she had barely warmed up when the commotion started and got them to the point they were at.

It was while she was talking that Tiffany actually turned to Tyler and realized that he had lifted his head and was looking at her. Not leering, not gawking, just looking. But, inappropriate or not, for the first time since the initial break-in Tiffany became self-aware of her nudity and instinctively put a hand over her chest and into her lap.

Her movement snapped Tyler out of his semi-blank stare and made him flush with embarrassment before he turned his head away from her and back to the wall.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I swear I wasn't trying to look. My brain just told me that since you were talking to me I should be looking at you, ya' know? You know what? I'm just going to leave you alone. I shouldn't even be in here."

He started to get up when she stopped him.

"Tyler, c'mon, give me a break. You are probably still freezing! And, quite honestly, I haven't really even warmed up yet. It's an odd situation but I think we kinda' have to try and make the best of it. We're adults. We can both stay in here."

Tiffany couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. Strange situation or not, she was not the type of person to just willingly place herself in what many would consider to be a sexual situation. In the back of her head though, she trusted Tyler. Ever since they switched shifts and they spent those first couple of nights closing the building together they had really become pretty close. She looked forward to seeing him every weekend when their shifts were the same and had a feeling he felt the same.

Tyler was still on the bench but was on his hands and knees, his head tucked down and turned away so he couldn't see her. But Tiffany could see him, goose-bumps, dangling penis and all, and couldn't help but smile at how sweet he was about it.

"Are you sure Tiff? You're okay with it? Tell you what, just let me get warm and I will get the heck out of here and leave you alone."

"Seriously, Ty. It's okay. I am just fine."

Tyler slumped back down onto the bench and offered a verbal thanks. Tiffany, for her part, felt emboldened enough to put her arms back to her sides, once again fully exposing her breasts... not that he could even see them.

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It was after quite a few minutes of silence and absolute stillness in the room that Tyler began to stir. Tiffany herself had zoned out, almost oblivious to the fact that he was even there before she caught the sounds of his movement and opened her eyes to see what he was up to. She watched as he turned over onto his back, not a care in the world, not addressing or even acknowledging her at all. With his head only about a foot and a half away from her hip, there was not much she couldn't see.

She couldn't help but look.

His body looked so different to her than just a few minutes before. His skin was no longer a pale, lifeless white. Instead, having absorbed some heat of the room, there was a healthy glow to him that seemed to accent his other features. His body was not hairless and he had a decent (though not overwhelming) amount of curly tan fuzz on his chest and stomach. It all lead down to a bushy tangle of pubic hair where she could see the base of his penis form, however because his legs were open, it then quickly disappeared out of view. His legs and arms were muscular and she could see the beginning stages of a glisten of sweat beginning to form on his entire body. Tiffany could feel butterflies in her stomach and her own skin start to flush. The heat of the sauna was starting to get to her, she figured, it was probably time to leave.

She began to get fidgety but was unable to get herself to stand up and walk out the door. It wasn't because she didn't think she should leave the room. It wasn't because she was nervous Tyler was going to see her nudity. She realized she didn't want to be alone. More specifically, she wanted to be with him. It wasn't the heat that was getting to her. It was something that she had been ignoring within herself.

It was time to be honest.

Tiffany stood up and stretched and paced the 3 or 4 steps that were available to her inside the sauna. It didn't take much for Tyler to notice.

"You okay," he asked in a lazy, half-hearted voice.

"Yeah, I think so. Just starting to get a little warm is all."

"You wanna' get out of here? I have gotten a bit toasty myself. Warmed up a whole heck of a lot faster than I expected."

"Are you sure? I know you were pretty cold."

Tyler sat up and faced Tiffany. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead and onto the sauna floor.

"Sure as hell not cold anymore. Actually, I was kinda' thinking it might be fun to go for a swim. You up for it?"

The idea was fun and exciting to Tiffany yet her normal sensibilities clouded her mind with a bit of confusion.

"Oh. Well, I don't have a suit."

Tyler stood up and, with his arms opened up a bit, eyed himself up and down. "Uhm, yeah. I really don't think that makes much of a difference at this point, do you?" He smiled at her and pulled open the door, letting in a rush of cool air that felt spectacular on their otherwise steaming skin.

Tiffany stepped out into the locker room and waited a moment as Tyler first laid out his wet clothing to dry in the sauna and then ran and grab his keys for the pool. Standing next to a large mirror, Tiffany took a moment to check herself out in the mirror.

She was tall for a girl at 5'8" though she rarely gave it much thought. Blue eyes, straight nose, shoulder length light brown hair done up in the big-bang style of the day... all pretty standard. She felt that her breasts were a bit too large, not because of the way they looked in clothing or because she thought they resulted in unwanted attention but instead because of the very practical reason that they bounced too much when she ran. Though, even she could admit that it wasn't that big of a deal and many of her friends told her that they could only wish to have tits as nice as hers. Each had a nice, round, rosy areola and were topped with nubby nipples that had the ability to be almost annoyingly sensitive, a major predicament considering her lack of sexual release. Her stomach and arms were each fit but not with that hyper-defined look she saw on the covers of the grocery store fitness magazines. Lean but muscular legs. Hips and butt a little bigger than she wanted but in proportion with her breasts. It was probably her bush that she was most "confused" about. She didn't really do anything to it, just kind of let it grow. But, she was noticing on the Playboy centerfolds that guys were always taping to their dorm-room doors that those women were tending to do a bit more "grooming." Was she supposed to do that too?. A bit shorter hair, much narrower patch extending up from her cookie? Then again, those women also tended to always have very defined tanlines, she sighed to herself. She felt her skin was as pale as a ghost, even with a little bit of rosiness caused by the hot sauna air.

Tiffany was standing in a bit of an odd position when Tyler appeared from behind her. She had her hands on her stomach, flattening her belly and pushing her hips forward, gazing at her bush in the mirror with a funny sort of look on her face.

"Hey. You ready?"

He had somewhat caught her off guard and she immediately straightened herself up in an attempt to look normal.

"Oh, hey. Yeah. Let's go."

Tyler smiled and placed his hand on the small of her back and looked at her through the mirror but didn't say anything. Tiffany blushed and responded with a smile she felt goosebumps start to form from the soft touch of his fingers on her skin.

"C'mon," he continued, "let's go freeze our balls off!"

They got into the pool area and were greeted by the warm chlorine air. Tiffany silently admitted to herself that her heat buzz from the sauna was already wearing off so if they didn't get into the water sooner than later she was probably going to lose her will to jump in.

"Okay, let's do this together before I chicken out," Tyler said to her, apparently reading her mind. "You ready?"

Tiffany nodded her head and smiled. Tyler simply grabbed her hand and pulled her along as they ran toward the pool. Hitting the surface, they could immediately feel the water was...

"Freezing!" Tiffany shrieked before her body was even all the way in.

"Holy shit!" Tyler shouted as they both shot back up to the surface.

"Oh, my God, I have to get out of here!" Tiffany was frantically slapping at the water in an attempt to get to the water. She was actually a very strong swimmer but couldn't catch her breath to even concentrate enough on doing so.

"No, wait!" Tyler called out to her in broken, breathy speech as he too tried to compose himself. "Your body is just still hot. Wait a sec' and it'll be fine."

Tiffany knew the theory and understood it in practice but really didn't see it happening in this circumstance. But, again finding herself still wanting to just be with Tyler, she relented and swam behind him as he made his way to the shallow end.

"Just swim around a bit," he said, "it will get better, I promise."

They both did just that, swimming back and forth in the warmer water of the shallow end, getting used to the temperature change. After a while, if she was being honest with herself, the water did feel nice. It wasn't relaxing per se, but she wasn't freezing like she had been. Though, her nipples told another story.

Tiffany had stopped swimming and was just sort of semi-floating in the water. Her toes were on the ground but, with her knees bent, everything up to her shoulders was under the surface. Tyler had been lazily doing some elementary back stroke and took notice that she stopped.

"Still good?" He asked as he made his way over to her.

"Yeah. I am definitely better than when we first jumped in. Though still a little chilly. My nipples could probably cut glass," she replied with a chuckle.

"Your nipples? Try my balls! I am not going to be able to find them for a few days!"

They both laughed for a moment, before Tyler outstretched his arms and pulled Tiffany close into him.

"C'mere," he said, "let's warm you up."

He wasted no time and showed no hesitation in her pulling up and out of the water and her body close and tight into him, her breasts breaking the surface of the water and pressing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her before using his hands to rub her back and sides of her arms.

"Any better?"

"Actually yeah, it feels nice."

"God, yes. It does."

Tiffany was taken back for a moment by his comment and, for the second time that night, felt slightly self conscious of her nudity.

"What do you mean?"

There was a pause and Tyler unwrapped his arms and floated back away from her. His face was bright red with embarrassment.

"Uhm, nothing. I don't know why I said it."

Tiffany unconsciously dipped her torso back into the water and brought her hands up to cover her breasts. In a matter of seconds she went from practically in heaven to practically on the edge of tears.

"Tyler, what the hell! Why would you say that?"

"I'm not perving! It was just nice hugging you. Just 'cause."

"Just 'cause what? Because we are nude? This isn't normal for me. I thought you could be cool about it."

"I am cool, I am. It's just..."

There was a pause.

"Just what?"

"C'mon, Tiff. You know," Tyler could barely get the words out of his mouth.

Tiffany just stared at him for a moment. "No, I don't think I do."

"You can't possibly not know that I like you."

She couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. Stunned, she just stood there.

Silent.

Jaw down.

Staring directly at him.

"I've wanted to ask you out for months now but just couldn't muster up the courage. We've become such good friends that I don't want to ruin that but, on the other hand, I know I want more."

Tyler was staring down into the water as he spoke. He had stopped moving and fidgeting. He didn't look dejected but he certainly didn't look confident either.

Tiffany felt her mouth completely dry and a shiver go up her spine and felt goosebumps form across her entire body. They both stood there, awkwardly for a moment, completely silent. Then, as quickly as they formed, the goosebumps went away and Tiffany felt a surge of un-characteristic confidence.

"Tyler, I feel the same way!" She practically threw herself at him, wriggling her arms into his and tightly wrapping him up in a hug. Her mind was doing gymnastics, leaping from thought to thought. As quickly as she hugged him, she released and stepped away, embarrassed of her own actions.

"You do?" Tyler asked in a combination of incredulity and frustration in himself. If only he had had the nerve to ask her out it was likely she would have said yes it appeared. "For how long?"

"Not sure, to be quite honest."

"So, what now?"

Tiffany blushed. She had no idea how to answer. To say that this was a situation not in her normal life playbook was an understatement. They hadn't even kissed yet, here they were, naked and alone in the pool.

"I... uhm..."

"Tiff?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Of course you can kiss me, Tiffany thought to herself. But, her only response was a smile. A big smile. Her heart continued to race and her nipples were still rock hard. The hairs on her neck, though still totally wet, were standing up on end. Yet she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. Tyler moved in for a kiss and she didn't pucker her lips, she smiled. He pressed his lips to her mouth but she didn't reciprocate, she still just smiled.

Tyler pulled his face back a bit with a smile on his own face. He got it. It was legitimately tough to be romantic when you were just so happy. He placed another quick peck on her mouth, quickly squeezed her with a hug and then ducked into the water.

As he broke back out of the surface of the water, with a mischievous look on his face and his arms outstretched wide to grab her, Tiffany let out a playful shriek and splashed him, falling back into the water though still very much within his reach. She wanted to be touched, it was all part of the game.

They played like school children. Laughing and splashing and running around the pool area. No opportunity was lost when it came to physical contact. Gentle touches, hugs and inconspicuous gropes were in vast supply.

They jumped off the diving boards.

They competed to see who could go further under water.

They readily attacked one another from behind just to have the opportunity to run their fingers over the others smooth skin.

Fingers and hands blindly explored the opposite under the guise of "Help me!" or "I'm going to get you!"

As they each got more comfortable with one another the touching became more bold. A breast was brushed up against. A butt was caressed. An embraced was just a little tighter for a little longer.

It was after a race across the shallow end, a race that Tiffany won by allowing Tyler to get ahead of her and throwing him off his game by lunging forward, reaching between his legs and gently grabbing his penis, that the two found themselves sprawled on the pool deck trying to catch their breaths. The casual observer could have imagined that a shipwreck left two weary and battered passengers on the shores of a deserted island, stranded and devoid of any possessions or clothing.

Tiffany was on her back, legs and arms splayed to the sides when Tyler made his move, inching himself to her side, then holding her cheek with one hand. The smile on her face was finally gone. The expression that replaced it was one of demure acceptance.

Their mouths touched and the spark was immediate, a jolt of electricity into each of their hearts. Their lips parted and their tongues trepidatiously went exploring, learning the touch and taste of its adversarial partner.

Before long their mouths were not enough and their hands got into the game. Tyler massaged Tiffany's breasts and carressed her sides. She groped his ass. Tyler took a nipple into his mouth, Tiffany wrapped her hand around his penis.

... which, though mostly hard, was also quite cold and wet.

The two laughed at their predicament and practically ran back to the locker room and dry, hot air of the sauna.

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Breaking in through the door they tossed Tyler's clothes to the corner of the room and tried to make themselves comfortable on the 2-level wooden benches available to them, a task easier said than done. In the end, they were able to figure out that both of them could lay lengthwise on the bench with only a minor bit of discomfort that was masked by their excitement with the situation. Unlike the first time they were in the sauna, their hearts raced not because of fear, rather enthusiasm. Their lips were soon locked and their skin was soon hot, a combination of all factors combined.

They made out for a seemingly unlimited amount of time and before long their skin was again wet. This time hot and sticky, not cool and damp.

Tiffany had been wet for some time. Not the sweat on her neck, which Tyler seemed to be enjoying kissing up. Not the damp in her hair, which never fully dried from the time in the pool. Not the trickle of perspiration between her breasts, which Tyler also seemed to thoroughly enjoy. Rather between her legs.

She had learned about it in health class, and her mom had told her about it, and she had heard girls talking about it in the dorm suite bathrooms. Heck, she had even felt it herself when she masturbated. She could hear the speaker from middle school talking in the back of her head:

"When aroused, the male penis will become engorged with blood and erect. The female vagina, in anticipation of penetration by the male, will lubricate itself, allowing for easier access."

The next thing she knew, Tiffany couldn't get out of her own head. All of the excitement, all of the passion, it was soon replaced with a completely different emotion.

Fear.

It was instant and obvious to Tyler.

He stopped kissing her and tried looking into her eyes but she was looking down.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The air of the sauna turned from hot to completely unbearable. She couldn't respond to his question, she couldn't be with him anymore. She couldn't do anything except get away.

"I've gotta' get out of here!" she cried in a panic. Tiffany pushed Tyler away from her and bolted to the door, pushing it open with as much force as she could muster. The rush of cold air on her body hit her like a bucket of ice water and practically took what little breath she had in her away. She knew what she needed to do and ignored Tyler calling out from behind her. She began to run and made her way back to the pool, jumping in immediately, the cold of the water shocking her brain and body back to life.