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Snowed in At School Release and Prize winners!

Wooo, Snowed in at School is released today, yay!

Here’s a warming excerpt for you!

“Here,” I passed a bowl to Gary and his cold fingers touched mine as he took it from me, “this will warm you up.”

“Thanks.” He smiled and took a spoon from me. “Has it stopped snowing yet?”
The staffroom had one small window and I glanced towards it. “No, it’s still coming down quite heavily.”
“Damn, it looks like we’re well and truly stuck here then.” He sighed and then sipped on a spoonful of soup.
“Yes, I think we are. There are worse places to be stuck though.”
“And far worse people to be stuck with,” he said with a wink.

“Exactly, let’s think positively about all this,” I replied. “Are you feeling any warmer yet?”
“A little.” He nodded. “My legs are still cold though. I wish I hadn’t gone into that snow.”
“You’ll be fine in a bit, but I have to say ‘I told you so’.”
“You did! It didn’t look so bad until I stepped into it. Although I doubt a shovel would make much difference the way the snow is coming down now.”
“No, you’re right, I’m not sure any amount of shovelling would get us out of here anytime soon.”

We sat in silence for a while, the only noises being that of spoon against bowl and the clicking of the heater as it flung out its warmth. I was stuck for words. I didn’t know what to say. When I talked to Gary usually it was about school matters, but that seemed like a silly subject given the circumstances.

“Great soup.” He put down his bowl. “Thanks.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure.” I chuckled. “All the hours I slaved over this tin of soup were definitely worth it.”
“Ha, well, I’d have struggled even to do that. It’s a damn good job you had your shopping with you.”
“It is or we’d be scavenging for food right now.”
“I bet we could find some interesting things in the lunchboxes the kids have left.”
“Interesting, certainly, I’m not so sure they’d be edible though.” I grimaced at the thought as I picked up the bowls and put them inside the pan. “I’ll go and wash up. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
“I can do those for you—” he started but I wouldn’t let him finish.

“No, you stay there, you need to get warm, plus your jeans are still wet and you can’t be wandering around the cold school in just your undies and my lilac fleece.”
“Fair point.” He nodded. “The kids would have a field day if they could see me like this.”
“Good job it’s just you and me then,” I replied with a grin. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Won’t be long.”

I hurried down to the kitchen. It really was quite chilly in the old school building now and I did not want to be out of the warmth of the staff room for long, plus I wanted to make the most of being stuck with Gary. I’d already got him halfway undressed, maybe it wasn’t such a far-fetched idea that I could get him to go the whole hog.

On the way back upstairs I nipped into my classroom and picked up a few things. When I walked into the staffroom Gary was frantically rubbing his hands together.

“Are you still cold?” I asked, and he nodded. “Oh, dear.”
I dropped the CD player onto the sideboard and plugged it in. I switched it on then walked over to Gary.
“I thought we could do with some background noise,” I said as the first notes of Last Christmas hit our ears, “and a bit of Christmas spirit too.”
“Sure,” he replied, “it can’t do any harm.”
“Now, we need to sort you out. Where do you feel the coldest?”
“My feet,” he replied without a moment’s hesitation.
I sat directly in front of him on the floor and crossed my legs.

“Right, let’s have a look.” I picked up his right foot and I could instantly feel the problem. “Damn, they are cold.”
“Yes,” he replied in a long, slow exhalation. “Really damn cold.”

I take his foot into my hands and began to rub. “We need to get some heat into these or, and I don’t want to sound overly dramatic here, you’re going to be in trouble. You don’t mind me touching your feet do you?”
“No,” he gasped as I looked up into his face. “No, I don’t mind.”

I continued to rub. I cupped the foot in one hand and used the other to chafe some heat into his very cold skin. I let his foot settle into the cup of my crossed legs and pulled his other one in to join it.

“Might as well do both at once,” I said, very aware of the change in atmosphere around us. Suddenly the air seemed heavy, and not just because I had finally entered the ring of warmth thrown out by my heater. “They both need warming up.”

I squeezed a hand around each foot, and massaged. It seemed like an incredibly intimate act; after all, you do not go around touching strangers feet. I heard his breathing deepen and I glanced up to see his eyes were closed and his head back. He liked it then. I quickly looked back down before he caught me looking at him and concentrated on his feet. I tried really hard to ignore the pressure of my jeans on my crotch and the dampening of my knickers.

I moved both hands on to his left foot and massaged his toes gently, feeling the warmth of my fingers slowly transfer to his surprisingly soft skin.

I lost myself in touch. My other senses took a back seat and the sensation of touch kept me going. I felt the heat on my back, the softness of his feet, and the rough outline of his bones beneath the skin. I touched him and revelled in the contact. In school life, day to day, I rarely got a chance to touch him at all, maybe the odd handshake or touch of the shoulder, but I was touching him in an intimate way and for more than just a brief second.

I realised my own breathing was coming out in slow, laboured gasps and that my whole body tingled from top to toe; like when I know I’m going to set time aside to masturbate and the anticipation prickles across my skin.

I heard a moan and for a moment I wondered if it was me, but no, I decided as I continued to rub warmth into the feet in my lap, it hadn’t been me. I looked up and straight into Gary’s mellow maple syrup stare.

“Are they feeling any warmer now?” I asked then gulped; my mouth felt very dry.
“Yes,” he replied, low and soft like an intimate whisper. “Much warmer.”

To find out what happens next pick Snowed in at School up from Silver Publishing and give it a read!

And now, I’ll let you know that all the Merry Blissemas Comments were totted up, written on bits of paper and plunged into the winter bobble hat of joy and my Handsome, Hunky Hubby pulled out names. All the winners have been contacted by email and I send my congrats to one and all. Thanks for all your wonderful comments and I hope you’ll continue to pop in and chat to me as I’ve really enjoyed reading what you’ve had to say.

If I don’t get back to my blog before Christmas Day I’ll wish you all a very Merry Christmas right now. Enjoy every moment of the season, I know I will!

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