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"He & She"

He wakes up in the middle of the night, hot and sweating. He has nothing on, he must have discarded his Nuptse in his sleep, and kicked the bed clothes off. The door of his room opens and the light from the corridor hurts his eyes. Kate rustles in and closes the door. He can’t believe his eyes. She is wearing a huge yellow TNF snow suit, where did she get it he wonders? He hasn’t even checked the price of the things, she must have taken out a mortgage…

She moves towards him and sits on the bed. Her suit is zipped up, and the hood is down, her blonde hair has been released from the braids and lies on her puffy shoulders.

“Hi,” she says.

He says nothing.

“Can I come in?” she says.

He says nothing.

She crawls onto his bed and lies on top of him. He can’t believe what is happening, or how it feels as she kisses him, it feels like heaven, he wants to be inside that suit with her, inside her...

He puts his arms around her to feel her through the gorgeous downsuit but there is nothing there. Instead his old maths teacher is in the corner of the room talking about the USB standard. He shows a diagram to Steve, but it doesn’t make the least bit of sense. He gets up off the bed, firmly aware of his nakedness and opens the French window and steps out onto his balcony. Only there is no handrail. There is no balcony. He jerks violently and wakes up.

He stares at the ceiling.

He clutches his Nuptse and stares at the ceiling.

He lies there for a while trying to recapture the feeling of the dream, and then looks at the clock. 2:30AM. And he has had a wet dream. Feeling incredibly stupid, he goes to the bathroom and cleans up. He tries to remember just how old he is, and how long it’s been since this has happened. He is glad to see that he didn’t cream his jacket. How could he face Kate again with a creamed jacket? Mmmmmmm Kate. His heart jumps.

Then falls down again.

Just knowing she isn’t too far away, and yet not close enough distresses him.

He puts on jeans and a t-shirt and trainers then pulls on his Nuptse. It always feels so smooth and light and good. He zips it up and sits out on the balcony to try to recapture that dream.

She wakes up in the middle of the night and her heart races when she realises how she is dressed. White Nuptse, red Nuptse vest, and her friend Heather’s enormously puffy black parka, all zipped up. Snorkelled up in the parka, she is ferociously hot, and not at all surprised to wake up. She doesn’t undress though. The fur of the parka tickles her face and she loves it. She loves the heat and the firm soft press of the garments. She loves the sound of them. She lies still, and then slowly rolls over, luxuriating in the soft rustling.

She always wants more. She wished Heather was there to tie her up, and tie her down, something that has been implicitly offered before, she thought, but she never quite had the guts.

And she wished Steve that was here. The thought of him being so close…

She looks at the clock. 2:30 AM.

She gets out of bed and clumsily pulls on her big furry boots over her jeans.

She struggles hugely out of the French doors and plops into the chair, enjoying the coolness of the air, the puffy light jackets pressing against her body, and she dreams about being taken prisoner by Heather and Steve. And her and Steve taking Heather hostage. And Heather and her making Steve their puffy slave. She wonders if he’d like that. She dreams and dreams.

After a while of pleasant dream recapturing Steve looks about himself and watches his breath pluming in the cold air. There are gentle lights in the eves of the building, and streetlights in the town below are casting a hazy glow. And the moon is very bright the stars are crisp and clear. He finds Orion. Always there, it’s the only one he knows.

He looks at the other balconies and is surprised to see someone else sitting out not far away. He stares and stares, his attention taken and held by what the person is wearing…it seems to be the most enormous puffy jacket he has ever seen.

Feeling, well, wrong, he creeps into his room and gets his binoculars. He puts his head out the doors and focuses. He can scarcely believe what he sees. The person is wearing a parka. It is black, and stitched into puffy sections like his Nuptse, and she has the hood up, a huge puffy shiny hood with a luxurious looking furry trim. He is sure it must be a she. It must be a she. Her likes look girly, and she is wearing big cute furry boots. And he can see blonde hair poking round the furry trim. He can see her hands on her lap, wrist enclosed in the stretchy black cuffs, hands dwarfed by huge black shiny sleeves. He feels so pent up he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself, he goes back into his room, maybe to get his camera, although he knows he shouldn’t really, but she looks so gorgeous dressed like that-what make of parka is that? He bungles over a little table.

She looks up. She has to turn her whole body to see- nothing.

He peeks out the door.

They look at each other.

God that parka is huge, he thinks.

Is he wearing a Nuptse? She thinks.

Is that Kate?

Is that Steve?

Oh God she thinks I’m a pervert.

Oh God he’s seen me dressed like this!

I’ll get thrown out of the hotel!

Dressed like an idiot!

Maybe I’ll get arrested!

She gets up and goes back in her room, bumping into the door frame, she leans against the wall. Dressed like an idiot she thinks, hugging her big parka. A big horny idiot. It was kind of exciting really…she had never been seen before dressed up like this…except by Heather of course…but that doesn’t count…

He closes his door and listens to the blood pumping in his ears. Even if I do get arrested, and sent to jail, and executed for being a big pervert, and the hang me in my Nuptse and I piss my pants I don’t care ‘cos that is the horniest thing I have ever seen. And maybe the arresting officers will be women wearing knee boots and silver tights and black mini skirts and black PVC puffy jackets and chrome helmets. And they will spank him.

Well tomorrow is another day…

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