Ice Palace Ball
By knobbie
Copyright (C) 2005 by knobbie.


Colin stared across the dining hall at the stunning blonde who
was sitting at a table with her friends. She was laughing at
something. He was captivated by her beauty; her big blue eyes,
her slender neck, her pouting lips. He watched as she brought her
fork up to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the piece of
pasta on the end and pulled the fork free. It was a simple,
everyday act but Colin's mind raced, and his groin reacted.

"Come on, Col. Get a move on. Some of us actually want to get
something to eat."

Janie's words shook Colin out of his trance. "Sorry."

"No need to be sorry, Col," said Billy, Colin's other best
friend. "Just choose something. It's all shit so it doesn't
matter what."

"Excuse me," said the plump lady behind the counter. "If you
think the food is that bad, you can always go and eat somewhere
else."

Except they couldn't, and they all knew it. As students they were
on a tight budget. The refectory that serviced the hall of
residence where they lived offered the cheapest food around.

Colin chose from the meagre selection, paid and then found a
table with three empty seats. He could still see her. She was
still laughing. She looked in his direction. He didn't know if
she saw him staring, but he looked away. He didn't even know her
name. Janie and Billy sat down either side of Colin.

"I don't know why you're so interested in her," Billy said.
"She's a stuck up cow."

"How do you know? You don't know her any better than me."

"Exactly. We've been here nearly four months, and she hasn't
spoken to any of us yet. She's got a chip on her shoulder."

"Ignore him," said Janie. "I'm sure she'd like you if she took
the time to get to know you."

"I'm going to ask her to the Ice Palace Ball."

Billy laughed. "I can see it now. `Hi, you don't know me but...'"
He shook his head. "You're a good bloke, Colin, brilliant
programmer, but sometimes you can be really thick."



The Ice Palace Ball was the university's second most prestigious
event, ranking behind only the Midsummer Ball. The staff and
students took great pride in their appearance for both. The men
wore the finest dinner suits they could afford, and the ladies
spent more time selecting their gowns than wearing them.

Colin and Billy waited for Janie to make her entrance. She and
the other girls on their floor had been getting ready for over
two hours. The lads didn't mind waiting; it gave them an excuse
to crack open a bottle of whisky and smoke fat cigars. They
continually slapped themselves on the back and complimented each
other on their finery.

Janie was unquestionably attractive, although she insisted that
she was at least a stone overweight. Neither Billy nor Colin
could understand why she would want to be stick thin.

"Personally, I like a bit of meat on a girl," Billy had said one
drunken night. "It gives you something to grab hold of."

She strode into the small kitchen that they shared, and Billy
trumpeted a mock fanfare. "Ladies and Gentlemen! May I present,
all the way from Telford, Shropshire -- the delectable, Miss
Janie Fox!"

Janie had hired a dark green, satin evening gown, the same colour
as her eyes. It had a tight fitting bodice, which she claimed was
to `hold in the flab', and it hung loosely from her hips,
rippling and catching the light as she walked. She had teased her
dark brown hair up on the back of her head, and left loose
strands curling down her back and around her face. She'd finished
off the outfit with a pair of fake diamond earrings, which,
although cheap, caught the light and sparkled as if they were
real.

"Magnificent," said Colin. "Whoever it is that you've got your
eye on is a very lucky man."

"Thank you." Janie blushed. "You don't scrub up too bad
yourself."

Colin straightened his lapels and puffed out his chest.

"You look really nice, Janie," Billy said. He kissed her cheek.
"Can I get the lady a drink?"

"That would be delightful, kind sir. Do we have any white wine?"

"Unfortunately not, ma'am. We have half a bottle of red, Jack
Daniels, or cheap beer." Billy laughed. He was finding it
difficult to maintain his phoney posh accent.

Janie laughed too. "I guess it'll have to be the cheap stuff
then."



It was already dark as the students made their way to the
students' union building. The venue for the Ice Palace Ball was
affectionately called `The Warehouse' by the locals. A stark
concrete box, devoid of any architectural merit, it was revered
and reviled in equal measure.

The night was crisp and clear, although dark clouds gathered in
the distance. There was a light frost and the pale moonlight gave
familiar buildings an eerie quality. The grass verges were tinted
white. The asphalt sparkled.

Many of the students were in pairs, excitedly chatting as they
walked arm in arm. Others were in small groups, still more in
large groups. No one was alone. Not tonight.

Janie walked arm in arm with Billy and Colin, clinging to both of
them and cursing her high heels.

"Damn things. I should have worn sensible shoes."

Billy had offered her his long black coat as soon as they left
the hall and discovered how cold it was. He draped it around her
shoulders but she still shivered.

There was a queue at the union. It took them almost twenty
freezing cold minutes to be admitted. Inside, the building had
been transformed into a winter wonderland. Fake icicles hung from
the ceiling and staircase. The walls were decked with fake snow
and the windows were frosted.

The building had two bars. One had a traditional layout, with
seats arranged around tables, dim lighting and a strange smell
coming from the beer stained carpet. The other was in the dance
hall, occupying the length of one wall. Both bars were surrounded
by a throng of people trying desperately to attract the attention
of one of the bar staff. The three friends opted for the bar in
the dance hall. It was more crowded, but had more staff and less
smell.



"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome on stage, a local
band that are going to be huge this year. You will love them and
they are here to rock your world tonight! It's Marvin's
Androids!"

The crowd cheered as the band took to the stage, and the cheers
grew louder when they launched into an hour-long set.

After they finished, the resident DJ took over while the stage
was reset. Billy, Janie and Colin hadn't been able to get near
the stage during the performance. Instead they had watched from
the raised seating area opposite the bar.

Colin leaned on the railing that separated his area from the
dance floor, watching people come and go as they refilled their
glasses.

She was there. Her blonde hair straight and sleek. Her blue eyes
sparkling. He stared at her. She looked his way and this time he
was certain she caught him watching.

"Who you looking at?" Janie asked. She followed his gaze. "Oh.
Her. How come you haven't asked her to dance?"

"I couldn't. Not now. I mean, I asked her to be my date, and she
laughed in my face."

"You know, Colin, if I didn't know you and you asked me to the
Ball out of the blue, I think I'd turn you down too. You can't be
too careful these days."

"She didn't just turn me down, Janie. She laughed in my face. I
mean, she actually laughed at me."

"It was probably out of nervousness. Forget it, come and dance
with me instead."

"How could I refuse?"

They joined Billy, who was already dancing. He was delighted to
see them. He gave Janie a hug and kissed her cheek. It wasn't
long before the second band took to the stage. The Steromatics
were billed as stars because of two recent top twenty hits.

The students rocked along with The Steromatics for a full hour
and a half. It was approaching midnight when the band finally
quit and the DJ took over once more. He gleefully announced that
there was four hours of the party left and launched into a string
of hit songs and party tracks. Colin, Billy and Janie danced
along with everyone else.

After half an hour of frenzied dance floor activity, Billy wanted
a drink. He had a quick word in Colin's ear before he left.

"Your sweetheart seems to dancing with all and sundry. You're
bound to get in there tonight. Why don't you go over and ask her.
You never know, you might even get a snog."

Colin smiled and Billy set off for the bar. Colin left his other
friends and headed for his dream girl. She had her back to him.
He tentatively tapped her shoulder. She turned around.

"Hi, Shelly."

"Oh. It's you."

"Would you like to dance?"

"I'm already dancing, thank you."

"With me, I meant."

She laughed. "With you? Are you joking?"

"No."

"If I'd have had any intention of dancing with a nerd like you,
don't you think I'd have let you pay for my ticket when you
offered?" She laughed again.

"I just thought..."

"Go back to your keyboard, you computer freak." She turned her
back on him and joined her friends in a loud, hearty laugh.

Colin trudged wearily away. He headed for the DJ's booth, which
was on a raised platform at the rear of the dance floor. He
leaned on the railing that surrounded it and stared at Shelly.
Billy appeared and shoved a bottle of beer into his hand.

"Cheer up, mate. It might never happen."

"It already has."

"Oh. Right. Well. Never mind, eh? Bottoms up."

Billy took a swig from his own bottle and then bounded to the
dance floor where their friends were enjoying themselves. Colin
stayed put, leaning on the rail and staring out across the throng
of revellers. When he came to university, he thought he'd get
away from the name-calling and stereotyping.

He sucked on his beer and wallowed in his misery. None of the
people who he watched enjoying themselves had a clue how he was
feeling. None of them felt as bad as he did. Why had he been so
stupid as to ask a girl like Shelly to dance?

"Colin! Colin, come and look." Janie's words shook him out of his
trance as they so often did. It was as if she could sense when he
was wallowing.

"Janie? What? Look at what?"

"Come. Look." Janie tugged on Colin's arm.

She led him to the exit. Her eyes had a misty glaze caused by too
much to drink, and her voice had taken on child-like excitement.

"Where're we going?"

"Outside, come on."

The doorman stamped their hands with invisible ink before he let
them out.

"It's snowing." Colin was surprised. He'd never know it snow this
early in winter.

"Isn't it lovely?" Janie seemed even more excited now she was
outside.

Colin nodded his agreement. A thin dusting of snow covered the
pavement and the surrounding buildings, and large white
snowflakes drifted down from heaven. Janie held out her hand and
caught one. It melted almost instantly. She squealed. Colin
thought it as if she'd never seen snow before.

Continuing her childish behaviour, Janie ran out into the snow
and spun around, trying to catch as many of the fat flakes out of
the air as she could. Colin shook his head, and wondered how many
drinks she'd had to make her act this way.

"Janie, come on back inside. You'll catch your death out here."

"Oh, stop being such an old fuddy-duddy. It's not cold, not
really."

"Janie, it's snowing. It has to be cold or it wouldn't be. Now
come inside."

"Make me." Janie bent down and scooped up a handful of snow. She
compacted it into a ball and hurled it at Colin.

The snowball hit him square on the chest. "Why you..." He bent
down and scooped up some snow of his own.

But Janie had already run off. She skidded to a halt, giggled
drunkenly and scooped up some more snow. She had to dodge Colin's
snowball before she could throw hers back. Again she found her
mark. Colin laughed, flung another snowball, and chased after
her. She turned tail and fled as fast as her heels would allow.

Colin wore a pair of loafers with a smooth sole, making pursuit
difficult. He slipped and slid, but he still managed to catch
Janie as she tried to duck into the bushes at the side of the
building.

"Damn stupid heels," she said. "I knew I should have worn flats."

They both started laughing.

"Good to see you've cheered up," Janie said. "I hope you've got
her out of your system now."

"What d'you mean?"

"Well, you've been so focused on her, you haven't been looking
anywhere else. If you look, I'm sure you could find someone
closer to home."

"Yeah, right. Like who?"

Janie held her arms open, and raised her eyebrows.

"You?"

Janie nodded. "You must have noticed that I like you, Colin.
Everyone else has. Even Billy, and I think he's a bit sweet on me
himself."

Colin shook his head slightly. He hadn't seen any of this.

"See what I mean, too focused in the wrong direction."

She took a step closer to him, brought her hands up to his face
and pulled him to her for a kiss. Colin was in a daze. It was all
happening too fast. Janie tried to force her tongue into his
mouth, and unthinkingly Colin let her.

She moved her hands down from his face and embraced him. Finally
gathering his wits, Colin wrapped his arms around her and
squeezed tightly. Janie moaned. Suddenly she moved her hands
around and fumbled with Colin's fly.

"Janie! What are you doing?"

"I want you, Colin. I've waited four months. I don't want to wait
any longer."

"But here? Someone might see."

"You're right." She dragged him further into the bushes. "That's
better."

She pushed him up against the wall. It was still snowing, but
they were surrounded by bushes behind and above them, and only a
few snowflakes drifted down to them. Janie kissed Colin again and
went straight for his trousers. She had them open in seconds and
they fell to his ankles.

Her hands dived into his shorts and found his rapidly hardening
cock. She pumped it gently and swelled even more. Then she fell
to her knees and yanked his shorts down. Her eyes widened on
sight of his dick. She examined it, moving her head to look at it
from different angles.

"He must be cold," she said as a snowflake landed on the tip. "I
know what'll warm him up."

She opened her mouth and engulfed his cock. Colin was still too
shocked by this chain of events to do anything other than lean
back against the wall and enjoy it.

She worked his cock in and out of her mouth with such skill that
Colin assumed she had done this before. She swirled her tongue
around the bulbous head before taking his cock into her mouth
until it pushed against her throat, making her gag.

Colin wasn't used to blow jobs. He'd only ever experienced one
before--from a girl at school who had drunk almost an entire
bottle of vodka at a friend's party. But she hadn't given him the
sensations that Janie was now creating in his loins. He held her
head and rocked his hips slowly in time with her motion.

He was going to come soon. He knew it. "Ah, god. Oh, Janie. I'm
going to..."

"Come on then. Come for me, Colin. Come for me."

She pumped his cock while sucking on the end like a lollipop.
That was enough. Colin could stand no more and he thrust his hips
forward, pushing his cock past her ruby red lips, and groaned as
he exploded into her mouth. He thought he would never stop
coming, but Janie swallowed and kept swallowing, until she had
devoured every last drop of semen.

"Oh, wow. Janie, I'd never have guessed."

Janie huffed. "I hope you're not too worn out."

"Why?"

"It's my turn now, stupid."

She shifted to the side and lifted up her dress. She pulled it up
over her hips, revealing the black lace-top stockings and lacy
French knickers beneath. Her unexpectedly slutty behaviour kept
Colin hard.

"Well? Come on then." She put her hands against the wall and
thrust out her bottom.

Colin may not have been worldly wise, but he got the message. He
came up behind her and grabbed her hips.

"What you planning to do, Col? Fuck me right through my
knickers?"

Colin shrugged. He pulled her knickers down to her knees, then
grabbed his cock and aimed it at her exposed pussy. Snowflakes
still fell through the gaps in the trees overhead, landing on
Janie's bare bum.

Colin slipped his dick into his friend. She gasped as he
penetrated her, and again when he pulled out and thrust back in.

It was raw, it was passionate. They didn't make love, they didn't
have sex. They fucked. They fucked like animals in heat. He
thrust into her with tremendous force, and she pushed back
against him, trying to get more and more of him inside her,
urging him to reach deep inside and touch places that had never
been touched before. Janie's dress fell down, covering them.
Colin pushed it back up out of the way. He enjoyed watching his
cock repeatedly disappear inside her.

So ferocious was their fucking that Colin banged against a bush
behind him, causing the snow that had settled on the trees
overhead to fall onto them. But they didn't care. They kept on
fucking.

Janie came first. The cold snow on her arse, Colin's relentless
thrusts, and the prospect that they might still be caught,
launched her into an orgasm of such intensity that it left her
floundering at the edge of reason and consciousness.

Her legs gave way and Colin had to hold her up. It was as if he
was fucking a rag doll, loose and limp. He thrust harder and
faster, harder and faster and roared when he came for the second
time, flooding her pussy instead of her mouth.

He pulled out of her, and collapsed on the snow-covered earth.
Janie recovered herself, pulled up her kickers and adjusted her
dress.

"Oh, my." Her face was flushed, her makeup smudged, her hair a
mess.

"You look like you've just been fucked seven ways from Saturday,"
Colin said.

"I have." She laughed. "Do I really look that bad?"

"You look amazing. Just, freshly fucked, that's all. And you've
got snow in you hair."

She giggled. "Well, I can't very well go back in with snow in my
hair."

"I'll walk you home."

"You'll do a damn sight more than that I hope. We've still got
three hours before the others get back."

Colin stood up and dressed himself. He and Janie then fought
their way out of the bushes and trudged arm-in-arm through the
thick layer of snow now covering the square in front of the
union.

As they walked Colin turned to look at the snow covered building.
It wasn't quite the Ice Palace on the outside that it was on the
inside. He looked up to the Christmas tree someone had placed on
the roof. The coloured fairy lights that adorned it were shining
from under the snow, making it look magical.

His eyes cast downwards again and noticed a figure standing in
the large window above the entrance. It was too dark to be sure,
but Colin thought it was Billy.

The figure raised a hand and wiped something from his eye. Then
he turned and went back to the party.

"What you looking at?" Janie asked.

"Nothing." He kissed her. "It's nothing." He hugged her to him
and they continued the trek home.


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