Wicked Cold

I felt like someone had lit a match between my legs. The heat started right at my clit and radiated through my entire pelvis. I needed to throw the blanket off and get some air, but I couldn't move. I was frozen. Hot, but frozen.

Susan's breathing was ragged and she bucked wildly against her hand. She was about to come, right in the bed next to me, and I couldn't close my eyes. I was stuck watching this porno in front of my face. And I was fucking turned on. By a woman. My skin was still crawling, but my body betrayed me. What the fuck?

Susan suddenly went silent and her body froze. After a few seconds she moaned, a loud, long, guttural sound that the neighbors had to hear. I was mortified. Kevin's grandmother was in the next room. What if she thought I was...was doing it with Cousin Susan.

I finally got my eyes to close, just as she got out of bed to go to the bathroom. While she was out of the room, I rolled over and tried to relax. Susan was snoring minutes after she climbed back into bed, but it was a long, long time before I fell asleep.

Margot pulled the sheet up over my back and rested her hands on top of the sheet for a moment. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Duh massage is done, OK?"

* *

We arrived at the Château de Glace around three in the afternoon, but the ceremony didn't start until sundown, leaving time for a tour of the three buildings made of ice. Kevin's parents stayed with the wedding party, which gave us a little time to be together, even though we weren't alone.

"Take your glove off, so I can hold your hand," he said. I smiled at him and put my glove in my pocket. My hand was instantly freezing cold, but his fingers felt warm and good entwined through mine. While the hostess led us from room to room, we hung to the back of the group, trying to pretend that we were on our own. Kevin kept sneaking me little kisses, and patting me on the butt. It was cute. God, I wanted to fuck him.

Each room had a different theme- polar bears, Eskimos, snowflakes, Olympics. All kinds of wintery things. I wondered which room I'd be sharing with Cousin Susan tonight, although I hadn't given up the hope that she'd found a new roommate for the night. There were only a couple of rooms with two beds. I tried not to think about the possibility that I'd have to share a bed with her. The beds were carved from huge chunks of ice, and they were covered with animal pelts. An animal skin served as the door to each room as well. So much for finding some privacy in there.

"Eww," I said to Kevin. "We have to sleep on dead animals? I'm not sure I can do that."

"You don't want to freeze, do you?" he said.

The hostess was explaining that we'd get big, thick sleeping bags that would keep us very toasty, with no reason to wear too many layers inside the bags. I didn't pay a whole lot of attention until she mentioned the choice of single or double sleeping bags. My head whipped around as fast as Kevin's did, and we grinned at each other like fools.

"Double sleeping bags," Kevin mouthed at me. I widened my eyes and my smile.

We walked down the ice floor, grateful for the ridges cut into the ice to keep us from slipping and falling on our asses. At the end of the hallway, we went out a door to a small courtyard with three barrel-shaped hot tubs.

"Before you go to bed, you'll want to have a soak in one of our hot tubs. It will bring up your core temperature, and if you dry off and dress quickly, you'll be very warm in the sleeping bag," the hostess said.

I was surprised that she didn't have a French accent. I wondered if she was an American.

Kevin squeezed my hand and nodded toward the hot tubs. "Maybe we'll get out here earlier than everybody else and we'll get to fool around in the hot tub. I didn't get my turn yesterday." He was pouting. It was adorable.

"I can't imagine that it doesn't just make you colder when you're wet though. It's wicked cold out here now and the sun isn't even down yet," I said.

"I'll keep you warm, babe," he said with an evil smile.

"Yeah, if we can get ten minutes alone." I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Now we'll head into the Ice Bar," the hostess said, leading the group back inside.

* *

The Château de Glace was beautiful, especially the tiny chapel. The carvings in the walls were modeled after Notre Dame in Paris, with exquisite details of saints and gargoyles and other things I couldn't identify. The lights slowly changed color in there from gold to light blue to brilliant white. Every time I thought I had taken in every detail, my eyes found something else to ponder. At the back of the chapel, behind the small altar, there was a rose window etched into the ice, lit with pink light giving the effect that the window was actually made of stained glass. Other false windows were carved in to the wall on the right side, each in the shape of a pointed Gothic arch. Even the ceiling was carved with rib vaulting, just like the real cathedral in France.

It was wicked cold in there though. I was glad that Kevin's mother talked me into wearing boots for the wedding because I'd have frostbite if I didn't. Even the bride had boots on under her gown, and she had a long cape made out of some kind of white animal fur around her shoulders. Instead of carrying a bouquet, she wore a white muff made of the same fur. All the guests were bundled up in ski parkas and snow boots, hats and mittens, some with no regard for fashion. It was too cold to worry about what we looked like. Even the bride wore a winter hat to match her muff and cape. She looked absolutely stunning, in a regal, Nordic ice princess sort of way.

The ceremony was longer than I expected though. I figured with this kind of cold, we'd have some here comes the bride, I do, I do, kiss the bride, have a party. I was wrong. They lit so many candles, I thought they'd melt the walls, and everybody sang songs in English and in French. There was this wine ceremony, where the bride and the groom poured wine from separate glasses into a big glass and then poured it into a little glass for each guest. I didn't even try to drink mine. I'd never had wine before and my mittens were bigger than the freaking glass. We were sitting on benches made entirely of ice, covered with animal skins. I found it a little creepy, and my ass was freezing. I thought it would never end.

When it finally did, the bride and groom led the rest of us over to the heated building facing the chapel for dinner. It was a fabulous meal, but Kevin and I scarfed it down as quickly as we could in the hopes of getting in a hot tub while the rest of the guests danced the Macarena.

It didn't work.

"Ma, we're gonna go for a walk outside," Kevin said as soon as we finished eating.

"You can't do that!" Mrs. Connors said. "What if there are polar bears out there or something?"

"There are no polar bears this far south, Ma."

"OK, but maybe there are other bears or whatever out there. No. You're staying with the group. We haven't even had cake, for crying out loud." Kevin tried to talk, but his mother cut them off. "Don't argue with me."

Shit. I looked at Kevin and gave him a little headshake. We were stuck there until this freakin' thing was over.

* *

The rest of the reception was in the Ice Bar, in the building next to the chapel. The building consisted of two spacious rooms, each with a fireplace and a long bar made of ice. The designs carved into the ceilings in both rooms were full of etchings of the night sky—constellations, planets, rockets, and a huge, beautifully detailed moon. In the first room we entered, the lights created of the aurora borealis, the northern lights. In the other, the planets were the colors they appeared in science textbooks, and the stars appeared as twinkling points of light in the ice.

Each of the long bars resembled a giant aquarium. Blue and white lights swirled through each bar, washing through the carvings of clown fish, anemones, angelfish, and different varieties of corals in the first one. The second featured the ocean's predators—sharks, rays, a killer whale. The details of each creature were perfect, making it seem as though they would swim right off the bar into the air.

As soon as we got into the bar, we each picked a glass made of ice and carved our initials into it with an ice pick. I wasn't planning to drink alcohol, even though the drinking age was only eighteen, but when I saw the beautiful blues, pinks, reds, purples, and greens in the ice glasses, I changed my mind. With the lights coming from under the ice of the bar mixed with the syrupy drinks to create the effect that these drinks were the nectar of the gods.

I wanted some.

"Kev, let's have a drink." Kevin didn't drink much either, but he'd told me about a couple of parties he'd been to with kegs and stuff.

"Well, I'm game, but are you sure you want to? You don't drink," he said.

"Kev, the drinking age is only eighteen. At home I won't get to drink for two more years," I said after scratching my name into my ice glass. "I want to try it. Those drinks look yummy."

Kevin raised his eyebrows at me, and then a sneaky grin crossed his face. "Hmm...Get Amy a little tipsy. Seems like that might work to my advantage."

If I wasn't so goddam horny, I'd have smacked him. Instead, I smiled and said, "Get me a blue one."

He came back with a blue and a green, so we could taste both. The outside of the glasses was huge, but on the inside, they didn't hold more than a couple of gulps. We slugged them wicked fast and got refills. Red and pink this time. They all tasted a little bit like Kool Aid, and we had one more before Mrs. Connors stopped us from getting another refill.

"I know you're legal here and all, but you don't want to get sick, do you?" Her face was filled with concern. "C'mon. Go dance or something." She made sense, but we snuck another one when she wasn't looking, giggling together like we had just gotten away with a major prank.

The band started playing while we were sitting at the bar, and I started dancing on my ice stool while I sipped my sweet, purple drink. After that one, I started to giggle at everything—Cousin Susan's ugly boots, the bride's hat, Kevin's dumb jokes. I decided that I needed to dance, right at that moment, and I hopped down from my bar stool, almost falling on my ass when I slipped on the icy floor. I grabbed Kevin's arm to steady myself, and pulled him off the stool to dance with me. My arms felt rubbery, and I started to move, trying to do the YMCA with my noodly arms.

"Kev," I said way too loudly, "dance with me, baby."

He smiled and wrapped his parka-arms around me. He looked like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man. I giggled at that thought and started to sing. I'm not usually much of a singer, but I was belting out the words as well as any of the Village People that night.

The longer I danced, the warmer I felt, and I started peeling off some of the layers I wore. First the parka, then my wool sweater. I was sweating like mad, and I started to pull my turtleneck off when Kevin grabbed my hand to stop me. "OK, no more purple stuff," he said as he led me back to the bar to cool off. "I want some water." I was still dancing when he helped me up onto my stool.

"Yeah, so don't I."

"How much longer do you think we have to stay here?" Kevin said. "Alls I wanna do is fuck you."

"I don't know, but I don't see your parents. When do you think they'll show us where our rooms are?" I said. I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I want to suck your cock."

We both cracked up laughing, and I realized for the first time that I was drunk. Kevin probably was too.

"Let's walk around a little," he said, grabbing my hand. We looked over our shoulders for his mother, and when we didn't see her, we took off.

When we got to the front desk, the hostess was standing there, smiling. "Your rooms are ready. Would you like your sleeping bags now?"

She handed each of us a sleeping bag and started to walk out from behind the desk made of ice.

"Um, actually," Kevin said. He was starting to blush. "Can I, uh, have a double sleepin' bag?"

The hostess's smile widened, and she winked at Kevin. She took back the first one and handed him another. "I'll show you to your rooms." I giggled.

My heart sank when I saw that I was staying in the polar bear room with two beds. Families of realistic-looking polar bears appeared to be standing at different distances on the walls. Smaller seals perched on ice floes were oblivious to the danger of the bears. Different shades of blue light lit the ice of the beds, and a pink, rosy glow bathed the walls. It was breathtaking. "Do you know whom I'm sharing this room with?" I asked, enunciating carefully so the hostess wouldn't know I was tipsy, hoping it wasn't Kevin's cousin.

"Let me see..." She flipped through the pages on her clipboard. "Susan Adams."

I rolled my eyes at Kevin before we walked out of the room, ducking more than necessary to avoid touching the animal skin that was held open by a large hook. Kevin was in the hockey room. The detail was incredible. There were goal nets on both ends of the room, and hockey players lined both side walls. This room also had two beds. The large one glowed red, and the smaller bed glowed royal blue.

"Oh, god, Kev. It's the Habs' colors. This is sacrilege. You can't sleep in here." I looked to the hostess and blinked to focus my eyes. "Can you make this black and gold maybe? We're from Boston, you know."

She grinned and shook her head. "I'm sorry. We can't change the lights." I suspected that was a lie, but I wasn't about to fight with her over the colors of the Bruins' biggest rival. "You can head to the hot tubs at any time now, even in the middle of the night. The locker room building out there is heated, and there are fireplaces in the bar and in the lobby. Your things are in your lockers." She handed each of us a key. "You can go anywhere except outside the hotel. That's not safe. Any questions?"

"I think we're good," Kevin said.

"Wait," I said. "Do people walk around in here all night?"

"I can't say that too much sleeping goes on in our hotel. We stop serving alcohol at three because it's the law, but the bar area stays open and the fireplaces run during the night, too. Let me know if you need anything," she said as she left us.

"C'mon," I said. "Let's change."

A few minutes later, we walked out of the locker room together into the frigid air, holding hands, and trying not to slip on the ice in our flip-flops. When the cold hit my lungs, it took my breath away. I tossed my robe on the bench next to the tub. "Oh my god, it's wicked cold out here!" I said when I could breathe again.

"No shit," Kevin said with his teeth chattering.

As I lowered my cold skin into the hot water, it felt like I was about to be cooked in a big kettle. I got used to the water, and I sighed as I relaxed against the side of the tub. I thought my head would be cold, but the steam from the water drifted up, keeping my neck and head warm. I let my body float with the bubbles until I met Kevin's body. He put his arms around me and started to kiss me. His hands roamed my body, and I reached for him.

"My turn," he whispered in my ear.

I smiled and then jumped a mile when I heard Mrs. Connors's voice piercing the quiet hum of the hot tub. "OH MY GOODNESS!" she shrieked as she scooted across the ice toward the tub. My eyes popped open, and I grabbed Kevin to hold him still. I crossed my fingers that they would walk to another tub, that they hadn't seen us, or that they saw someone else to hang out with.

But no. They came right to us and crowded into our tub. Unbelievable.

I tuned them out and let Kevin do the chatting. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the heat seeping into my muscles. I thought back to the massage I had in the morning, and felt relaxed and happy. And more than a little bit horny.

By the time we all finished small-talking in the hot tub, and Kevin's parents decided they were ready to get out, the other tubs were filled with wedding guests. The bride and groom had retired to their own suite, which had a private hot tub and a fireplace, and it was mostly the wedding party out there with us.

"We're gonna stay out here a little longer, I think," Kevin told his parents. "We're not quite ready to go back into the cold."

"Try not to make too much noise when you come in, dear. It's been a long day. We're exhausted," his mother said. "And don't go sneaking off to Amy's room or anything. Her mother would kill me if you guys were staying in the same room."

"Who'd tell her?" Dad asked.

"Hush," Mom said.

Sure, my mother didn't want us sleeping in the same room, but I think Kevin's mother was blaming my mother so she wouldn't have to look like the bad guy.

"Ma, Amy isn't all that fond of Cousin Susan. We might just spend the whole night in the Ice Bar or something," Kevin said.

His mother started to climb out of the hot tub. "Oh my goodness," she squealed again as her body came out of the hot water and into the Canadian January air.

His father wasn't as delicate. "Motherfucker it's cold." We heard the locker room door slam behind them.

"This water feels awesome," Kevin said, as he reached for my hands and pulled me toward him.

Instead of replying, I kissed him. With my hands on his thighs and my tongue in his mouth, he got into it in a hurry. I moved my hand to his cock and found that it was fully erect. I moaned into his mouth and started to stroke him slowly. He moaned back, just as I heard footsteps crunching on the ice behind us.

"Hola," I heard, and I saw Andrea's curls bobbing by the side of the tub.

Motherfuck. Why can't I get away from this woman? I sighed and moved my hand back to his waist. I pulled my lips from his, and turned to sit next to him. "Hi, Andrea," I said with a fake smile. Fuck.

After a few minutes of chatting about how beautiful the wedding was and how wicked cold the evening was, and how glorious the hot tub was, Andrea and her husband starting talking to each other, which led to kissing, which led to an uncomfortable situation for Kevin and me. We finally decided to give up on boiling in the hot tub.

Getting out sucked. The cold was like needles stabbing through every inch of my skin. I wanted to scream, but the cold kept me from drawing a breath. We wrapped in our robes and ran to the locker room. I was sure my lips were blue and my teeth were chattering loudly enough to wake up Kevin's parents all the way down the hall.

* *

I lay in the double sleeping bag, all alone. Waiting. I started feeling sleepy, despite the freezing cold on my face. I guessed it was the alcohol. I closed my eyes, just to rest them for a moment.

I woke up with Kevin's lips on my cheek. I had no idear what time it was, but I was disoriented and fuzzy-headed. I saw the soft pink light on the walls and the ceiling and felt the cold air bathing my face. I smiled, remembering where I was.

"My mom would not stop talkin'," he whispered. "I fell asleep." He smiled back at me. "Can I come in? Or do I need to stay in my own sleepin' bag? I brought it just in case."

I chuckled and unzipped the sleeping bag from the inside. The cold air rushed in like an avalanche. "Hurry. It's wicked cold in here." He pulled off his outer layers and climbed in. His body was freezing cold against mine. I wrapped my arms around him and shivered. We flipped around, trying to get comfortable. I finally got settled with my belly against his. I put my hand on his long-john-covered ass. He put his lips against mine and kissed me gently.

"Did you really bring your sleeping bag?" I asked while we continued to kiss.

"Yeah," he whispered with a chuckle. "I didn't want my mother to wake up and see my empty sleepin' bag."