Archive-name: JourEntr/j695-193.txt
Archive-author: Elf Matheiu Sternberg
Archive-title: Cooler Carroll

 
Journal Entry 193 / 0695

     I stretched out in the fading summer sunlight of Pandora, enjoying
the evening rays as they faded towards sunset.  Back on Pendor, night
would be falling just as fast over the Castle.  It's one of the reasons
this little island is ours- it's exactly concurrent with the day/night
cycle as it occurs over Shardik Castle.

     Despite Pin's slow pace towards its eventual disappearing act over
the horizon, it was still beastly hot, and I decided to get something to
drink.  Being the nice guy that I am, I loudly announced, "I'm going to
the shack to get a drink.  Anybody else want something?"

     Much to my regret, I was immediately beseiged by over a dozen
requests from an equal number of people for a bewildering array of
beverages.  "Hey, I don't do mixed drinks," I pointed out jokingly, but
none of the orders changed.  Desperate, I jammed all the audio into
biocybe RAM and let my personal computer back at the Castle take the
load.  "Dave," I said to the clouds, "sort this mess."

     Sometimes I wonder about how I use all the cutting-edge technology
I've got my hands on.  Teleporters as water hoses, t-static fields as
food preservation hardware, and biocybe as a waiter's ticket.  Well, if
you've got it, use it.

     A few seconds later I had the answer, written in flaming letters
across the sky.  Well, I perceived them as flaming letters; actually,
they were just biocybe projections over my perceived visual input.  It's
all in mine and Dave's heads.

     "I'll help," a voice said to my left.  "If you'll let me."

     "Well, I haven't got a dozen hands," I said.  "I appreciate it,
Carroll."  We headed down towards the shack together.

     It's the only bit of local architecture visible from sea.  A small
storage shack that I must have put here nearly five centuries ago, when
I'd been annoyed that we'd had nothing cold to drink here.  It was
pretty easy to get six fitted sheets of insulation, a raddiv
refrigeration unit, and then cover the thing with bamboo.  Sometimes I'm
impetuous, but sometime's it's the little things like this that get
used, while the technology we think of as "really important" gets left
behind.

     I opened the door; the shack is big enough to hold several
Centaurs, and right now it was only half-stocked.  I walked into the
back; the oppressive heat of the day prickled off my skin as the cold
wrapped itself around me.  I had my back to her and was sorting through
bottles looking for whatever it was that people had asked for when the
door closed behind me, closing me in with the darkness.

     "What?" I asked, turning around.  A small light glowed in one
corner; Carroll had ignited a small glowglobe.  She was standing right
behind me; as I turned she grabbed both my arms and pinned me to the
wall.

     "Hello, Ken," she said, gently.  "I owe you something."

     "Carroll?" I asked, bewildered.

     She didn't answer me as she lowered her head to mine and kissed me
hard.  In the frigid temperatures of the cooler my nipples had gotten
hard a long time ago, and my cock was following suit.  We stood there as
she literally seemed to suck the breath out of me.

     We broke.  "What... what was that for?" I asked.

     "Sit there," she said, indicating a towel that she'd thrown over a
three-high stack of crates.

     "Carroll."

     "Sit, Ken.  Now."

      I smiled.  Part of me was pleased to see Carroll being assertive
again, and part of me just naturally responded to my personal
inclination to follow orders like that.  I jumped up on the crates and
settled.

     It was COLD!  The temperature of the wood and cloth wasn't so low
that I immediately froze to them, but I would if I kept this up,
especially with so much sweat on my body.  And it wasn't even freezing
in here... about 4.5 degrees above, if I recall.

     Now I was actually a head above her.  She smiled at me, her perfect
teeth dazzling in her face.  Gods, I remember designing that face.
Sometimes when I look at a Tleil, especially one I live with, I can't
escape the TGACCTGAAGGTTTTCAGTA... that starts running through my head.

     She kissed my chest, looked up at me and crooked a finger in my
direction.  "Come here," she said, huskily.

     I leaned over and she grabbed my head, kissing me harder than
before, exploring my mouth with hers.  "I've been planning this for a
long time... since that night at Michael's all those years ago."

     "Carroll, I'm freezing."

     "So?" she said, smiling.  She kissed my neck and then let me go,
kissing my chest.  "I want you, and I'm going to have you."

     I shivered as her tongue trailed down my side, and then my thigh.
I sighed gently.

     She chuckled, apparently completely enjoying her control over me.
She reached down to my cut-offs and unzipped them.  "Up," she commanded,
and as I raised my butt from the towel she nearly tore my shorts off.
She spread my legs apart with her hands and leaned in, kissing my balls.
She took one into her mouth, then the other.  I sighed as the heat of
her mouth took the chill off, then squealed as the wet of her saliva
chilled me even more effectively than before.

     "Heh.  I like that," she said.  I was hard as a rock, and she
grabbed my cock and began to stroke me gently.  "I've always wanted to
watch you come."

     "It's not a pretty picture," I joked, feeling more than a little
strange at this conversation.

     "We'll see," she smiled, leaning over and swallowing my cock.  I
sucked in a deep breath, and felt a shock as the cold air hit my lungs.

     Her mouth was hot, though, and with every stroke I was amazed at
the temperature difference between her mouth and the air of the dark
cooler.

     She kept stroking, her hand playing with my testicles, pulling them
down gently.  I groaned.  She laughed; I heard her laugh and I felt it
in her throat.

     "Sheesh, Carroll."  I was starting to shiver, but even that was
being overwhelmed by the desire to come.  I was groaning softly,
shifting on the towel uncomfortably as she stroked me further.  I could
feel her saliva streaming down the sides of my cock and around my balls;
parts of my groin were so very cold.  I was breathing harder, my head
spinning as she stroked me with everything she could.

     Then she stopped and stood up straight, taking my cock in her left
hand and pumping me.  "I want to see your face," she said, "when you
shoot."

     "Carroll," I moaned.  "You're so unfair!"

     "Come for me, Ken."

     "Urrr," I moaned.

     She smiled as I looked into her eyes, my orgasm getting closer.
Her beautiful grey eyes.  She just kept stroking away, and I glanced
down as she licked the index finger of her free hand, and I knew I was
in trouble.  The smile grew a little more evil as she slid that digit
between my legs and up into my asshole.  I groaned loudly at the sudden
intrusion.  She sped up her hand, pounding me, and with one push of the
invading finger against my prostate made me come, shouting.  I shot
spurt after spurt into the air; some of it splattered her chest.

     "Wow," I said.  "That was good."

     "Did you really like it?"

     "I loved it."  I leaned over and said, "Thank you.  Is there
anything I can do for you?"

     "We can get out of here.. I'm freezing," she replied.

     I realized I was too.  I jumped off the towel, took it and headed
out of the cooler.

     The outside world was dark, but lit enough by Pindam that I could
see my semen on her breasts.  I laughed and wiped it off with the towel.
She pouted.  "We missed the green flash."

     "If it happened," I pointed out.  The green flash is an unusual
phenomenon of light that only happens at sunset.  It's very rare.
There's a moment just before the sun dips below the horizon when the
light shifts into green.  It usually lasts about half a second, although
on Earth Juneau, Alaska once recorded a flash of nineteen seconds.

     "Weather conditions were perfect for it."

     "Oh, well.  What happened to the bottles I handed you?"

     "Right here," she said, re-opening the cooler and handing me a box.
They were all there.

     As we wandered back to the beach, I said, "Carroll?"

     "Hmm?"

     "I love you."

     She smiled and reached down to touch my shoulder.  "I know.  I love
you too, Ken."

     "I mean, not just because you're my firstborn daughter."

     "I know what you mean," she said.

     We got back to where everybody was still lazing around... it was
still beastly hot.  "Where's Voll?" I asked, asking the Pamthreat to my
left for the location of my favorite robot.

     "In the water.  A few kids are still swimming," Karen said.

     "Oh.  Did we miss a flash?"

     "Yup."

     "Damn."  Oh, well, I had had more important things to enjoy.

--
"Cooler Carroll"
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