{ASSM} {ASS} REV  Helicopter Crash 1 <*> {Ho Masubi} (MF rom cons)
A girl power story; girl power stories are stories with consent and romance where  
everyone has power and enjoys sex but no one becomes pregnant or is raped,  
assaulted, tortured or murdered. 
All warnings are at the end of the story. Read them if you have any doubts.

HELICOPTER CRASH

The limousine pulled up in front of Teton Mountain Lodge in Jackson Hole.  Christy 
didn't wait for the chauffeur to open the door.  She jumped out and headed for the 
restaurant letting lesser mortals handle bags and registration.  She talked to Gina on the 
cell phone and knew she waited at their favorite table. Tall and blond with a perfect face 
she looked like the all-American girl. At 35 she still thought of herself as the most 
beautiful woman in the world. In truth others surpassed her but she still possessed 
supermodel status. 

Christy walked through the empty lobby heading for the restaurant.  She remembered the 
storms made it almost impossible to get here.  The lack of people brightened her mood. 

Gina got up and exchanged kisses. 

Christy noted that Gina looked happy. She thought her excitement came from the success 
of her latest movie. The movie set box office records, and people talked about Gina 
getting another Academy Award.  "Before I say anything I want to congratulate you on 
your picture. I saw it at the New York premier and it's your best by far." 

"Gina blushed and said, "Thank you dear; your praise means more to me then anyone 
else's." 

When they sat down the waiter hurried over with the bottle of Christy's favorite 
Champaign. Christy couldn't believe the waiter stupidity.  He knew her, and he should've 
known she never drinks before she goes skiing.  "Champaign; what's the matter with 
you? We're going skiing. What you want me to do get drunk, and crash into a mountain." 

"I'm sorry madam but I thought with the storms and all you'd wait." 

"Now you're making me angry.  Bring me a Caesar salad and a glass of sparkling Kiwi 
Mango juce."  

"Yes madam, of course." 

"Christy, what's wrong; another fight with Billy?" 

"Gina, I never meet anyone nice but you find them all the time?"  

"I look for someone who I'll like instead of being part of a famous couple. Most women 
like arrogant guys or successful guys, or famous guys, usually all three.  Maybe I'm 
weird, but most arrogant guys turn out to be jerks."  

"Billy's a complete slob.  He's dirty and messy, and his drinking is getting worse.  In 
public he acts nice but at home he's a prick.  I thought an affair might help but it turned 
out to be a one-night stand.  The guy fucked the shit out at me and after he came he rolled 
over and fell asleep. It always happens. I know I'm beautiful but that can't be the reason 
they come so fast and fall asleep." 

"Famous guys think only of themselves because they always can find a new girl any time 
they want.  Why don't you swear off famous guys for a while?"  

"Why shouldn't I go for someone famous, they can't all be jerks?"  

Gina shook her head.  "The storms kept everyone away" "With no fans to bother us we'll 
have the slopes all to ourselves." 

Christy called the waiter over.  "Tell them to warm up the helicopter.  We leave in half an 
hour."  Christy smiled and said, "I booked the helicopter for Tomahawk Peak." 

Gina said, "It's my favorite run." "I know. Who loves you girl?" 

They stood and Gina gave Christy a kiss on the cheek and said, "We're not going to waste 
this trip on men.  We'll ski from morning till night."  

Christy looked up to see the waiter standing before her, he looked worried.  "I'm sorry, 
but because of the weather they canceled all flights."  

Christy said, "All flights but mine.  Gina let's go upstairs and get ready to go and when 
we come down I'll just beat the manager into letting us go."


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Christy felt impatient waiting in the lobby for Gina. She hated waiting for anyone. She 
saw the helicopter warming up and thought they changed their minds about the storm.  

Soon Gina joined her in the lobby. They went outside and headed for the helicopter. 
Christy wondered why they ignored her. She banged on the front passenger side door of 
the helicopter. 

A teenage boy; around 15 opened the door.  The boy looked stunning; his curly blond 
hair, intense blue eyes, and tan skin complemented his classic features. 

"Let us in we're flying up to Tomahawk Peak."  

"Listen lady we're flying equipment down to the valley.  I don't know where you think 
you're going."  

Christy fell furious at the insult, "Open the side door, Goddamn it.  Can't you see we're 
famous?" 

The pilot told a boy to slide the door open.  

When the boy slid open the door Christy could see the boy was at least 6 feet tall and 
thin. She noticed the bulge in his tight jeans.  Christy wanted to say something. "Stop 
staring at me and help us into the helicopter."  

"You got delusions of grandeur lady you're the one who's staring at my crotch."  

Christy felt angry but couldn't think of anything to say.  She let him help her and Gina 
into the helicopter. Then she pushed her way up-front and told the pilot to use the radio to 
contact the lodge. She spoke to the manager. She knew the owner of the resort, and the 
manager ordered the pilot to take the women up the mountain. 

The boy told Christy about the danger. "It may seem nice down here but there's a major 
storm on top of the mountains. 

Gina said, "Maybe we shouldn't go." 

"Gina they're trying to scare us because they're too lazy to fly."  

The boy said, "With that kind of thinking you aren't going to live very long."  

Christy had it with the boy. Who did he think he is anyway? "Maybe something will 
happen to you or the pilot but Gina and I are too rich to die. Now load our equipment in 
the back of the helicopter and when you're finished stay there."  

The pilot and the boy loaded the equipment through the backdoor.  Christy felt happy the 
boy finally shut up and sat in the back away from her.

The helicopter took off into the clear quiet air.  About halfway up the mountain, Gina 
said she wanted to sit up-front with the pilot so she could get a better view of the 
mountain.  

Christy felt a little upset out because Gina left her.  Christy felt bored so she looked in the 
back of the helicopter. She couldn't help checking the boy out. Christy thought that he 
could make money as a model if he wanted. She thought about herself at 15.  Then she 
looked at his crotch and when she looked up she saw the boy grinning. Christy turned 
away blushing.  Supermodels shouldn't blush because of a 15-year old. 

The winds picked up once they gained altitude. The wind started to push the helicopter 
around; everything got dark.  The sound of the wind made it hard to hear but Christy 
heard the pilot say something about black out as he franticly fought the controls. The 
helicopter seemed a like a toy being thrown around by a child.  A large rock slammed 
into the front of the helicopter wreaking the inside.  The helicopter hung there for second 
and then a sickening fall.

Christy looked up, and saw the boy on top of her.  She pushed the boy off, fearing his 
motives.  The she realized the boy must've pulled her out of the helicopter. The blizzard 
raged. She saw the tangled wreck about 15 feet away on the edge of a cliff.  

He helped her up.  The snow blew all around. The wind made him yell.  "Are you all 
right lady?" 

"Fine I think, a few bruises, but I'm ok."  

"Good help me get your friend and the pilot out.  Come on."  

"You're crazy.  I'm not going back in the helicopter its going to fall off the cliff any 
second." 

"So what are you going to do, let your friend die?"  

Christy sank to her knees; her fear prevented her from moving. She looked up pleading 
with her eyes for his understanding. He looked disgusted, shook his head and headed to 
the helicopter.  

She stood up.  She knew she should help so she walked towards the helicopter. She saw 
the boy furiously throwing supplies out of the back and pulled them to a spot safe from 
the wind.  

Finally he came out of the helicopter laden down with a survival kit, skis and a bunch of 
other equipment. He fell down under the weight.  She helped him up and helped him take 
the supplies to the spot she set up. "What about Gina" 

"Both she and the pilot are dead."  

Christy couldn't help feeling relieved because no one could blame her for not going back 
into the helicopter to get Gina.  Gina died, but she lived and she felt happy and grateful.  

When she saw the helicopter starting to slip down the cliff she ran forward.  She saw the 
helicopter hit an outcropping of rocks and break into a million pieces as it fell out of 
sight. She burst into tears. Then she realized she stood on the edge of the cliff with the 
boy holding her coat preventing her from falling. He pulled her back from the brink. 

The boy shouted they needed to find shelter if they wanted to survive.  She picked up a 
few things and followed him to a rock outcropping.  He told her to wait. He moved along 
the edge of the rocks and disappeared from sight. She feared he left her but he returned 
and told her he found a cave.  

The cave looked more like a crack in the rocks but it would give them shelter.  They 
dropped off the supplies and headed back for more. After several trips Christy arrived at 
the equipment when the blizzard turned to flurries. As she sorted through the equipment 
she found her skis and poles.   

Christy finished putting on her skis when the boy returned. 

He said, "It's harder to carry things on skis."  

She said, "I'm not carrying anymore equipment; I'm getting out of here. I'm going to ski 
down the mountain. You should too."  

"You'll never make it; it's just a lull in the storm.  When it comes back you'll be lost." 

"I know how to ski downhill."  

"This isn't Tomahawk. You can't ski off of this part of the mountain. We need to stick 
together.  If you leave now I'm going to have to come after you and save you."  

She stopped listening and pushed off downhill.  As he faded from sight she briefly 
wondered if he had skis.
 
Christy hit a patch of ice, and took off like a shot. She tried to use the edges of her skis on 
ice to slow down but the ice proved too hard.  She saw some snow and managed to ski off 
the ice. She felt relieved at first as she plowed through the powder. Then she fell straight 
down through the snow until the snow packed up under her skis and slowed her to a stop.

Suspended in the snow she couldn't find anything to hold on to or see. She felt lost in 
freezing space. She cleared an area around her face so she could breathe but couldn't 
think of anything else to do.  Time seemed to stop.  Then the air became stale and she felt 
cold and expected to die.  

She passed out for a moment and the next thing she knew someone grabbed her boobs 
and a rope wrapped around her.  She felt someone kick off her skis. Then the rope 
tightened and slowly pulled her upward.  When she reached the surface she saw the boy 
pulling. She pulled on her end making his job easier.  Once she reached solid ground she 
saw the blizzard's return. 

The boy helped her up and said, "It's the second time I saved you, but it's not the last."  

"Why did you come after me?"  

"Up here in the mountains people stick together."   

"Flatlanders act foolish when they get up in the mountains. At this elevation you people 
can't think straight. Still you're pretty dumb even for a flatlander." 

Before she could respond he turned and walked away. She quickly caught up with him 
but the blizzard increased and she couldn't open her mouth.  She felt freezing and she 
knew she needed to warm up fast.  The blizzard increased and she struggled to keep up. 
The boy knew and took her hand and led her through the snow.  The snow increased and 
became a whiteout.  She wondered why they called it a white out when everything was so 
dark. She thought that it should be called a blackout. She wondered how the boy was able 
to lead them through the snow when she couldn't see anything.  

Once in the cave the boy sealed off the entrance. He turned on an electric lantern he 
salvaged from the helicopter. "I went through everything but I couldn't find a working 
radio. Did you bring your cell phone?" 

Christy felt foolish. "I left it back in my room when I went up to change. I wanted to 
forget about everything but skiing.   What about the pilot or Gina." "They're tangled up 
in the wreckage and I couldn't get close."  She briefly thought about poor Gina. 

Then she looked around. The boy lined the cave with blankets and in the middle lay one 
large sleeping bag.  Christy thought, I hope the kid doesn't think he's going to sleep with 
me.  

He seemed to hear her thoughts and said, "Okay lady take off your clothes and get in the 
sleeping bag."  

"I will not, you little pervert." "Listen lady.  I'm not interested in a washed up 35-year-
old."  

"I'm not washed up I billed more money this year than ever before."  

"Doing what, Depends commercials?" 

He caught her off guard and she said nothing.   "I couldn't care less what you look like. 
We must to huddle close together to survive the night.  You're shaking like a leaf and it 
looks like you have the beginnings of hypothermia."  

She thought he's right.  She remembered learning about survival in the mountains and 
knew the importance of shared warmth.  It sounded sexy at the time but she usually 
thought about huddling next to someone like Sean Connery not a boy.  . 

She turned her back to the boy and took off her clothes. She started to get into the 
sleeping bag and then turned around expecting to see the boy staring at her.  When she 
saw the boy facing the wall Christy felt confused and said, you can look now if you 
want."  

"I'll wait."  

"What's the matter with you?  Do you think I'm that old and ugly?" 

"I'm sure you're very pretty. I don't mind you're successful or famous but I can't stand 
arrogant girls who go round acting like pricks. 

Christy realized she thought the same things about her husband.  It drove her crazy this 
kid wouldn't look at her. She was every teenage boy's dream. "Haven't you seen my 
pictures before?" 

"I don't get to look at catalogs much."  

"Catalogs, I don't' do catalogs, I do Playboy and the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated." 

"What ever lady I'm not interested. Just turn around and get into the sleeping bag so I can 
get in too." 

"No I won't. I am going to stay right here completely nude until you look at me."  

"But lady." 

"I don't care if I freeze to death.  One thing models can do is stand around in the cold 
without any clothes on. You have been putting me down all day and I want to watch your 
eyes when you look at me." 

He gave a shrug and turned around.  

She could see the look on his face and knew he found her pretty. Ok now take off your 
clothes and let me see you. The boy took off his clothes. She couldn't help staring.  She 
watched him strip but when he got is underpants off she felt disappointed.  "What's 
wrong with your penis?" 

"It works fine lady as if it's any of your business." 

"How come you're not hard don't you think I'm sexy."  "It's cold as hell lady.  What do 
you expect?"  

Christy turned away and buried her face in the blankets. She started to cry.  This was the 
final insult.  She may be pretty, but she wasn't sexy anymore. Then the whole day got to 
her.   Gina's death finally hit her. She realized only a monster felt relieved at a friend's 
death.   She hated herself for being an arrogant uncaring ugly bitch.  She wished she died 
instead of Gina.    

She felt him hold her kissing her on her neck and shoulders. Don't cry it's ok. Come on 
turnaround, let me hold you."  

"I'm not going to turn around if you're not excited over me."  

"What do you mean lady?" 

"You know what I mean.  And don't call me lady; it makes me feel old." 

"Ok if it's important to you." He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her toward him.  
When he pulled her butt up against his penis she felt his erection. 

"That's better.  You're finally showing me the respect I deserve."  

She turned around. "Ok well if we're going to spend the night together we should get 
acquainted. 

The boy grabbed her hand and started shaking it. "My name is Toby Bowen and I'm from 
the mountains."  

Christy thought the whole thing seemed funny some how. "My name is Christy Baker, 
and I'm a famous model."  

Toby said, "Nice to meet you."  

And Christy said, "Nice to meet you." 

He gave her a kiss. She opened her mouth and invited his tongue into her. He pushed his 
tongue in exploring her mouth."  

Then Christy broke the kiss.  "You've treated me mean all day.  You called me names 
and accused me of doing commercials for old-people's diapers." 

"You insulted me first." 

"Did not."  

"Did too" 

They both started to laugh.  

"You shouldn't fight back I'm a star."  

"You need someone to put you in your place no wonder you aren't getting any" 

"What you mean by that."  

"I have seen your infomercials and besides being beautiful what makes you so appealing, 
look like you're not getting any."  

"You can see it written all over me, can't you?"  

"I'm sure that songwriter you married to only cares about himself."  

She put her head on his chest and snuggled into him. "It's like you know all about me."  

She slid her leg over him.  She felt his erect penis and she started rubbing it with her leg. 
She said, "I'll probably end up in jail for this but I don't care." 

"Those laws don't apply in the mountains.  We all take care of each other."  

"You mean you already made love to a woman" 

"It's the only way we can keep warm. I made love and had sex with both girls and 
women, including my aunt. Every winter she spends 6 months all alone up in the 
mountains working at satellite control center. She says she would go crazy if I didn't visit 
her and give her a good screwing now and again." 

"What I wouldn't give for a good screwing."  

"If you trade in your famous friends for nice ones you'll get some nice lovers too."   


My friends act selfish and I'm miserable."  

Toby kissed her. He explored her mouth and found her tongue.  He started playing with 
her tongue and she responded.  He reached up and took Christy's hands and placed them 
on his butt.  Then he started squeezing her hands.  Christy got the idea, and she started 
exploring his body.  Then Toby gently fondled her breasts.  He continued to kiss her and 
they kept exploring each other's body. Toby broke the kiss and started kissing Christy all 
over her face.    Christy kissed him back feeling confident enough to show her love to this 
beautiful boy.  Toby gently rubbed his prick along her slit.  Every time he hit her clit she 
stiffened with pleasure.  They both kept rubbing against each other.  Sometimes Toby's 
penis caught at the entrance to Christy's vagina.  They kept sliding back and forth against 
each other, and then he just slipped inside of her.  Christy couldn't believe how good it 
felt being penetrated like this: they flowed together.  

Toby gently fucked Christy while continuing to kiss her. Christy couldn't believe how 
strong and gentle he was.  She wished this could go on forever. She could feel Toby 
getting more and more excited. He started fucking her faster and faster. She could tell he 
lost control.  She held him as he emptied himself into her.  "Oh God Oh God Christy I 
love you.  I'm coming. I'm coming.  He continued to pump and she squeezed his prick 
with her pussy. She felt wonderful when he came in her. 

Then it ended without her coming. She felt betrayed. All men are the same. She felt 
screwed like she did when the drunken songwriter she called husband fucked her.  She 
pushed him out of her and turned away crying.  She felt disappointed and betrayed. 

"What happened? What's wrong?  

"You got your rocks off. You don't care about me?" 

"I'm sorry that you've been so abused and no one cared about you enough to see you 
came too.  Up here in the mountains sex is a team not an individual sport and nobody 
goes home unless everyone scores."  

She felt like a jerk. She knew he couldn't take advantage of her. She wanted to turn back 
but she just couldn't. "Just go away." 

He said, "Turn around right now." 

"No you can't make me." 

"Don't make me force you. I'm warning you." 

"Go ahead just try to make me turn around. I dare you?" 

"This is your last warning."  

He ran his hands gently over her ribs and started tickling her. 

"You're not fair."  

"Who said I'm fair. I'm going to torture you for being a bad girl." 

He tried tickling her under the arms but when he got no response he started tickling her 
stomach.  He found her weak spot and she knew it. 

Christy completely lost control; laughing. She knew she could trust this boy.  She knew 
he was different.  She hated being tickled but loved him tickling her and controlling her. 
She writhed around trying to escape. 

He kissed her. Then he broke the kiss and started tickling her again. He her pinned and 
she couldn't escape. 

"Please stop I'm begging you." 

"Not unless you give up." 

"Never!" "He continued to tickle her mercilessly." 

She never felt so silly, so unimportant and so free. She kept laughing. When she lost her 
breath she sued for peace. "Ok ok." 

"Ok what?" 

"Ok you win?" 

"And who am I."  

"Please don't make me." He started tickling her harder. "Ok please stop Master."  

"That's better."  


He kissed her again. Then he broke the kiss. "I'm your master right? So be quiet when I 
do this."  He dropped down between her legs and started licking.  

Stop, that's dirty. "You're supposed to be quiet." 

"But you already came in me." 

"You need your pussy licked.  You need to get hot again so you can come."  

He licked her clit and then pushed his tongue inside of her. It felt wonderful that someone 
could care this much about her. Then she felt him licking his come into his mouth.  

"Oh no you don't: Your come belongs to me. Come right up here and put your come in 
my mouth where it belongs. 

He complied. He kissed her and they both pushed his come back and forth in and out of 
their mouths. Then she sucked it in and she swallowed it.  

He said, "No one ever did that for me before." "Girls can lose interest quickly and I 
wasn't going to let you cheat me out of the pleasure of seeing you use me."  

"You like being used?"  

"Of course it's the best part. You're confused because all you get is used."  

She noticed his gentle fucking. "But aren't we supposed to come at the same time." 


"Most people don't come together.  That only happens in love stories.  Oh sure, anyone 
can do it with a little practice, but then you're having performance sex not real sex." 

"What's supposed to happen?" 

"Up here in the mountains when people have sex it's like they become one person and 
take pleasure and give it at the same time. Up here we care about each other.  There are 
no goals except meeting each others needs: We just enjoy each other.  Meeting your 
needs is my favorite part. I know you liked it when I came.  You only got upset when you 
didn't think you would get your turn." 

"So you mean, I can just enjoy you and not have to worry if you're going to come or 
not?" 

"Now you got it."  

"How did you get hard so fast?" 

"I'm 15 years old.  Guys my age can't hold out for very long but we get hard so fast that it 
doesn't matter and we can come again and again.  We can come all night if we get the 
chance."  

"I never thought of that. It sounds wonderful."  

He pulled her over on top of him. Now wait I am going to show you something fantastic. 
It may seem simple but when it happens you won't believe it. Remember we are in a cave 
buried under tons of snow. There's no sun out so its pitch black outside and the blizzard 
cuts us off from the world. No one knows where we are or even if we are alive or dead. 
We are going to become our own universe. He turned out the lantern and whispered, "Just 
look and listen. Where are we?" 

Christy looked into the utter darkness.  It was so dark that it wasn't dark because 
darkness is an absence of light and here in this universe light was impossible.  She 
listened but the snow blanketed the cave so the only thing she could hear was Toby's 
heart beat. She felt transported. 

Toby whispered to her, "Now we are in a different place: Another dimension out of time 
and out of place." 

The realization brought tears to her eyes and she whispered, "We're completely alone, 
just male and female.  We're so totally alone and totally one." 

She felt their psyches merge. Christy kissed him: She pushed her tongue down his throat 
and found he was totally open to her. He allowed her to explore every nook and cranny in 
his mouth and throat.  She was in control and on top of a willing partner.  She started to 
rock back and forth. She felt his penis inside her and put it wherever she liked. It felt 
wonderful using this boy. She never thought she could find any one as perfect.  She 
started enjoying her body and the way she felt.  She realized it didn't make any difference 
if she came or not.  He wasn't going away. She felt like they became one. She stopped 
wanting anything and realized that her pursuit of an orgasm only prevented her from 
having one. 

She rocked back and forth and feeling his strong hands run over her body, stopping now 
and again to fondle her breasts. She realized he followed her lead and kept doing what 
ever he thought would give her the greatest pleasure.  She gave herself over to the 
feeling. She felt wave after wave sweep over her until she glowed in bliss and became 
lost in pure pleasure. She rose even higher. She never came like this before; both swept 
away but one with him at the same time.   

She kissed his chest and said, "Thank you.  Thank you: You beautiful thing.  Now it's 
your turn." 

"Yes but who's counting? We're really one person and have all the time in the world." 

They made love and they became love all night. They dreamed the same dream and 
woke, expressed love and sex and returned to dreaming.  

Then Christy woke up could find Toby.  

He got dressed and started digging them out.  "Wait, let me help you."  

"Get dressed, but stay in a sleeping bag conserving your heat there isn't enough room for 
both of us to work. When I get tired you can take over."  

Finally Toby, totally exhausted called Christy.  She came up beside him; she saw the 
tunnel he dug through the snow.  The packed down snow was hard as concrete. Toby 
showed Christy how to use the shovel and pick to move the snow out of the way.  Then 
Toby climbed back into the sleeping bag.  


Christy worked furiously driven by guilt.  She was in excellent shape.  She actually used 
the exercise machine everyday she advertised on cable. She dug because she abandoned 
Gina and for all her sins.  Toby called her to switch off but she said that she still felt fine.  
He called her again.   She said she was doing well.  She didn't say anything but she 
refused to stop. She kept digging until she blacked out. 

Then she saw the stars and felt Toby holding her. She broke through the snow breathing 
the fresh air. 

He kissed her.  "You're so foolish.  You shouldn't push yourself so hard."  

"I have so much to makeup for and I love you so much." 

"Come on, you're shaking let's go back to the sleeping bag and I'll warm you up." They 
lay together their skin touching. 

She felt warm again and they dressed.  They came out when the dawn broke. The orange 
sun's light gave the mountains a majesty she never saw before. She saw the sun climb 
and make everything brilliant. 

Toby said, "I can ski down to the resort and get help." "Isn't it dangerous" "It's not 
dangerous exactly.  I'm going to ski down the glacier it's the only way.  I'm going to 
jump a crevasse to get to the main part of the mountain.  It can be a rough landing."  

"Can't we climb down together? Without great rock climbing skills you'll never make it 
down alive.  I could climb down myself but you'd freeze to death on the first night." 

"You mean you'd risk your life to save me."  

Toby gave her a look and said, "Come on." 

He took her up a trail to a rock overlooking the glacier. "I'm going to need your help.  I 
can't steer my skis on the ice. I need to line up my skis perfectly so I can jump the 
crevasse.  He pointed out a gap in the ice: a crevasse in the glacier.  He showed her the 
place he planned to jump.  "I can't walk to it but if you stay up here and hold the rope I 
can traverse across the glacier."

He tied one end of the rope around himself and gave her the other. I am going to go back 
down the trail and start at the edge of the glacier.  I need you to control the line to keep 
me from falling so I can get to the point where I can start skiing. Christy looked down 
and saw Toby's route.  His quiet bravery struck her.  She wanted to tell him that she 
wasn't worth it but she knew nothing could stop him and she didn't want anything to hurt 
his confidence. Before he left she gave him a kiss for luck 

He climbed down from the rock and worked his way across the glacier.  Sometimes 
Christy would to loosen the rope and sometimes she tightened it and took most of the 
weight.  Again she felt glad she stayed in shape.  He put on his skis, lined up, untied the 
rope and started to move. He accelerated rapidly and held himself in a tuck position 
maximize his speed to jump across the crevasse.  She heard the skis chatter on the ice. 
She felt amazed he held his position with the skis bumping up and down so much. When 
he reached the crevasse he jumped and disappeared.  She hoped he made it.

Christy felt lonely walking back to their cave.  The cave seemed warm and inviting to her 
but with Toby gone it became a tomb. She knew she couldn't survive the night alone.  
She poked around in the supplies keeping herself busy and found some flares.   She 
waited and waited and kept sticking her head out, looking around to see if anyone was 
there.  Once she saw a plane far-off and set off one of the flares.   She knew they couldn't 
see it but she needed to do something.  Then the shadows lengthened. She couldn't lie to 
herself anymore.  She felt afraid he died in the jump and laid at the bottom the crevasse. 
She slipped into the sleeping bag and cried herself to sleep.   Christy dreamed Toby was 
kissing her. It seemed so real she opened her eyes and she found her dream came true. 

When they got out of the cave Christy saw him limping and his arm in a sling.  Christy 
said, "What happened?" 

"It was a rough ride down, but I made it. I had to get my uncle's helicopter, when I got to 
the lodge because all the helicopters were out searching for you."   

After they got out of the cave Toby seemed to fall apart and by the time they reached the 
helicopter Christy practically carried him.  Toby's uncle helped them into the back of the 
helicopter.  They took off.  Christy wanted to talk about the rescue but Toby passed out. 
The pilot said that Toby had hypothermia, but he insisted on leaving immediately to find 
you. 

Christy wrapped them both up in a blanket, stripped off their clothes and lay next to him 
keeping him warm. She kept kissing him and telling him that everything was going to be 
all right.  

When they got down to the lodge, the EMTs kept them wrapped together and took them 
both on a stretcher to the infirmary. When they took off the blankets the doctors and 
nurses saw Christy's nude body but she felt proud they saw how much she cared about 
Toby.  They put her into a warm whirlpool bath and slowly heated up the water. Then 
they made her drink some hot soup. She felt just fine but Toby was still unconscious 
when she left the infirmary.
	
Two days later, Christy staggered into the hotel lobby.  She felt cold and exhausted.  She 
saw Toby and ran up and gave him a kiss.  Toby smiled and said, "I saw the helicopter 
and wondered if it were you." "We just found them both. I hired my own helicopter. I 
wasn't going to rest until I found Gina and the pilot."  

Christy looked down. She saw the newspaper under his arm. "I see you been reading the 
paper."  

Toby said, "Did you really mean all the stuff you said, about how spending a night on top 
of the mountain with a teenage boy, changed your life."  

"Thank you for saving me. You saved my body again and again but more importantly 
you saved my soul. You taught me more about life the night we shared together then I 
ever learned before. Just like I said in the paper I'm going to go home and divorce that 
drunken songwriter and then I am going to get a whole new set of friends, nice ones 
instead of famous ones.  If you ever need or want anything all you have to do is ask "   

"I will keep your offer in mind but I have everything I want because I live in the 
mountains."  

"Well maybe some day you will let me fly you to New York and show you the sites."  

"You don't owe me anything. The night we had on the mountain was magic for me too."   

"I'm just being selfish as usual; if you come to New York maybe I'll get lucky again."  

He whispered in her ear that he loved her and she did the same.  They kissed good-bye.

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1.   About the story, Helicopter: The story is not advocacy fiction. The story involves 
consensual sex between a 15 year old boy and 35 year old woman. Technically the story 
is about underage sex but many people would not view the events in the story as such. 
The story is not pornography but it involves explicit sexual activity. 
2.  Do not try this at home.  The characters in the story are professionals and can not be injured, 
killed, ill or become pregnant.   The events depicted in the story are dangerous, possibly immoral 
and are illegal in most states (check your local laws.)   

3. The story is a work of fiction. The idea for the story is based on an actual news story 
about a supermodel who was involved in a helicopter accident. Beyond the events listed 
in the news story all information is the creation of the author's imagination. All 
persons, alive or dead, or events portrayed or depicted in this story are fictional 
and any resemblance to real people, organizations or incidents is purely 
coincidental. Nothing in the story is meant to imply that anything like the story ever 
happened. 

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