“Ow! That’s too much! It hurts!” Cicely blurted, as the stranger dug his fingers into her flesh.
“Sorry. I just need to see how tender it is,” explained her assailant.
He let go of her ankle and extended his hand. “Max.”
Cicely was not interested. “Just call me a taxi so I can get to the sports clinic.”
He withdrew his hand, returning to the overly-vigorous massaging of her swollen ankle. “They won’t do anything that I’m not.”
“Oh? What are you? The world’s clumsiest doctor?”
"I’ve had this same injury.”
“No surprise. Left foot?”
“…Why do you ask that?”
“Because you have two of them, you oaf.”
More patient than she expected, Max just sighed. Cicely wouldn’t have it. She wanted a fight.
"I can’t afford to be off my feet. I have to be at work Monday,” she spat.
“It’s not that bad. You just need some ice on it.”
“You need to ice it, moron. I can’t walk, remember?”
Remaining even-tempered, Max got up and disappeared into his kitchen. She heard the refrigerator door open, the clinking of ice cubes. She looked around, hoping to lock onto some aspect of his décor or some magazine that she could build one of her venomous quips around. Though he was obviously a bachelor, his apartment was well furnished and neat.
Cicely was an avid runner, as apparently was Max. Before today, she’d seen him running in the park a few times, and had actually been drawn to him. Max had a classic runners build and the right height to carry it attractively. Pleasant blue eyes beneath close-cropped auburn hair topped the package nicely. She had planned to shoot him a smile soon, but in true hard-to-get fashion, was waiting till he made the first move.
Today, as she rounded the corner under a low hanging willow, he had come barreling toward her. Her foot twisted as she tried to turn away from him. Her fiery temper quickly surfaced.
She screamed out in pain, as he bumbled about, trying to help. He helped her up, despite her protests. “If my ankle didn’t hurt so much, I’d be sticking it up your ass, you bastard.”
He had continued to apologize, as he walked her to his apartment just outside the park.
Max returned carrying an ice-filled towel and gently laid it over her ankle.
“Listen, I’m really sorry about this. If you want to go to the clinic, I’ll pay for it.”
“Oh you’ll pay, prick. You can bet on it”
Finally out of patience, Max sighed. He looked at her with narrowed eyes. “You really play the whole bitch role really well, don’t you?”
“Fuck off!” Cicely shouted.
Max just continued to apply the cold press. But there was a twinkle in his eye, a change in his breathing. He started working his way up her calves. His touch was quite gentle, now that it wasn’t applied to damaged tissue. His thumbs and fingers dug and extracted tension, quelling anger that Cicely wanted to keep a little longer.
The more relaxed she became, the more she realized she was aroused. In fact, she was downright horny, and it appeared Max was too, judging by the nice-sized bulge in his sweats. But he was taking his sweet time arriving at the growingly-wet center of her universe.
“Dammit, just take my fucking shorts off!”
Max, looked at her angrily for a moment, then fished an ice cube from the cold press and popped it in his mouth. He came around and knelt beside her, looking into her angry eyes. He rubbed the inside of her thigh. Cicely shivered a bit, as a drop from the ice cube trickled around her leg. Then he ran a finger around the already-erect nipple that was clearly visible through her jog bra.
“Just get on with it!” Cicely chuckled.
Max’s reaction was to slow things down all the more. Staring dramatically into her big brown eyes, he leaned down to kiss her. Cicely closed her eyes and parted her lips. But the next thing she felt was a cold wetness on her neck.
“Ooh! Are you trying to punish me?”
Max tugged at her jog bra. Cicely sat up so he could get it off, and found Max at her mouth now, kissing her with pleasantly-chilled lips.
With her perky C cup breasts free, Cicely was not surprised that Max’s hand found them immediately, kneading them as he had her calves. He pushed her onto her back and stuck the ice out a bit. Cicely grabbed the edge of the couch, as Max dribbled cold water onto her stalagmite nipples. He placed his hand gently on her stomach and began to slide down.
“Oh for Pete’s sake.”
With a sudden move, Cicely shoved his hand into her shorts.
Max laughed, as he circled her nipple with the ice in his mouth. He found her clitoris with his first and middle finger and circled that as well for a moment, then withdrew to place his hand under the small of her back, and gently lift. Cicely pushed her shorts off her hips, and Max did the rest, pulling her uninjured leg through the shorts and letting them hang around the ice pack.
Cicely let her right leg fall away, an invitation, but with a caveat: “Don’t you dare get that ice on me down there.”
Max disobeyed. With a sharp move, he lowered his head, holding her down with his left hand. Cicely quivered as he easily found the target. The ice caressed her clit and vagina lips.
“Ooooooo you son of a bitch!” Cicely gasped, as she raised her crotch into the coldness.
Max let the ice slide out of his mouth and caught it, then worked it around her pussy, offering her a mischievous smile.
She countered with a look of faux-fury. “My turn’s coming, you know,” she threatened.
Max blew on the cold water. The sensation filled Cicely with a strange desire for more. Max fulfilled that desire, finally using his tongue to warm where the ice had touched. The ice he applied lightly to her anus, creating goosebumps all along Cicely’s shaking thighs. With the cold water, saliva and her own exquisite juices flowing, Cicely was well lubricated. Max inserted his pinky finger into her anus a bit, still deftly tonguing her clitoris.
Cicely had forgotten the ankle injury. Her only thoughts were of the growing, shivery pleasure spiraling out from her nethers. Sensing this, Max pinpointed his flickering tongue on her clit, lashing it more quickly and intently.
Cicely found herself squealing, as the orgasm exploded thoughout her body followed by a superb shockwave. Max’s moan of triumph was enough to extend the pleasure for yet another wave.
Finally, she had to push him away, to get a breather. She gave him that comical look of anger again, and Max laughed aloud.
“What’s so funny?”
“You look so cute. Like you really want to teach me a lesson.”
As Cicely reached for the ice pack she said “The lesson is: how to properly apply ice to a swollen body part.”
She stuffed several ice cubes into her mouth. Max was about to pay.
Originally published August, 2008