“Come on, Ali, you can’t hide in your room for ever.”

Alison swept her long blonde hair back from her face and stared up at her flatmates, Debbie and Sarah.

“Fine,” she agreed. “I’ll come out for one.”

“That’s my girl,” Sarah laughed as she grabbed Alison’s hand and pulled her up from her chair.

“You’ve been studying too hard. You need to relax and let go every once in a while.”

Alison nodded. Ever since her boyfriend of almost three months had broken up with her, citing irreconcilable differences which Alison took to mean he wanted to fuck around and she didn’t, she’d been coccooned in her bedroom, putting all her energy into her Christmas exams.

He had broken up with her on the 30th November in the middle of a night out to celebrate St Andrews Day. Now, every window she opened on her Advent calendar was a reminder of how long she'd been single. The daily dose of creamy milk chocolate was scant consolation. After twenty one days of singleton, maybe Debbie and Sarah were right. Enough was enough.

And now, drinking a glass of Sarah’s white wine and watching Debbie rifling through her wardrobe choosing something appropriate for Alison to wear, she remembered why she loved living with these girls so much. Debbie and Sarah were like sisters to her.

As they stepped out into the street, Alison was glad she’d worn her winter coat and hat over the tiny black skirt and gold lame top Debbie had finally chosen for her. Her sheer tights were no match for the December wind and it had snowed again while they’d been inside getting ready.

“Aww, look,” Debbie cried. “Someone's built a snowman.”

The three girls stopped to admire the pile of snow that bore a very slight resemblance to the human form. All three of them were tipsy after drinking their wine so it was not much of a surprise when Sarah draped her scarf around its neck and pressed herself against it.

“Come on, big boy,” she giggled. “Give us a snog.”

She pressed her mouth to the snowman’s head and pushed her tongue into the snow before stepping back and holding her mouth.

“Fuck, he's cold,” she giggled.

“ I don't think your kiss did much for him,” Debbie laughed, pointing to its crotch.

“Or maybe he’s frigid,” Alison mused.

“We'll soon fix that,* Sarah countered, grabbing handfuls of snow and starting to pack it around its groin. Soon, a rather substantial snow dick was forming. Finally, she was satisfied and ran her gloved fingers along the six or seven inches of snow cock.

Alison slowly shook her head, giggling that Sarah was nuts

“Well if you don't get off in the students union, you can always visit him on the way home.”

“Come on,” Debbie chided, taking both their hands, “let's find Ali a real man.”

The club was heaving. Coats were quickly discarded and several more glasses of wine were consumed in between dances on the crowded dance floor. Alison was enjoying herself for the first time in ages. When the lights finally came on, Alison sank back into one of the sofas surrounding the dance floor.

“I’m knackered,” she confessed.

She looked at her two friends who were pulling on their coats as their boyfriends stood in tow.

“Are you sure you’ll be all right getting home on your own, Ali?” Debbie checked.

Alison waved her worries away. “I’ll be grand. Sure it’s only down the street.”

She watched her friends walk off back to their boyfriend’s place while she buttoned up her coat and headed off in the opposite direction. It was less than a five minute walk back to their flat and as she walked along the deserted road she thought to herself that It’d been good to let her hair down, and while it might have been nice to have been walking home with a boy on her arm, there’d been no one at the club who’d attracted her attention.

She stopped in front of the snowman. His snow cock still pointed out, showing no sign of droop. She glanced up and down the deserted street then stepped closer. She ran her mittened hand down its chest.

“You know what you need, Mr Snowman?” she giggled. “You need a snowjob.”

Laughing at her own joke, she crouched down in front of it and ran her fingers along its frozen cock. She gazed up, remembering how much she’d loved giving Craig a blowjob and blew softly on the snow. She moved her fingers back and forth along the shaft as she whispered how she wanted its cock.

She parted her lips and kissed the head of the frozen snowman’s cock. To her surprise, it felt warm. She swallowed some more of the snowman’s cock and was greeted by a deep sigh of pleasure. Despite the shock, she was just drunk enough to not be freaked out by the fact her snowman was coming to life. Instead, she sucked harder, swallowing more and more of the stiff frozen cock into her mouth.

Finally, when her nose was buried in its frozen crotch, she raised her eyes and saw the snowman had fully come to life and a pale blue, naked man was standing in front of her. She let his cock slip from his mouth and stood up, her mouth still open. Glancing left and right once more and seeing the road was still empty, she quickly unbuttoned her coat.

“You must be frozen,” she whispered and wrapped her coat around him. Taking him by the hand, she led him across the street and into the empty flat. Once inside, the man dropped the coat and naked, once again, ran his hands down Alison’s arms. His touch was electric, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. She glanced down, his impressive snowcock was still rigid, but now glistened with a sheen, whether it was her saliva, sweat or the melting snow she didn't know.

Quickly. She pulled her top off and slid down her skirt. Tights, bra and knickers swiftly followed and naked, the two of them fell onto the bed. Her legs parted but rather than sliding his snowcock inside her, he kissed wet melting kisses over her erect nipples which shivered in response. Her trailed his cold, wet tongue down her stomach and along her knicker line before swirling through her soft downy curls.

She gasped as the cold air blew over her throbbing clit. Icy fingers spread her labia open and then she arched her back and gasped, “Fuck” as his tongue painted a line of ice along her slit from perineum to clit.

The mixture of heat and cold was so extreme. She rolled her head from side to side, panting with increasing intensity as he thrust his freezing tongue into her hot wet pussy. Her fingers reached down and dug into the snow as she pressed his head into her and thrust her hips upwards.

Thai can’t be happening, she thought as she felt her orgasm build. She felt icy tendrils sliding over her puckered star at the same time as snow lips wrapped around her clit and long icy fingers curled inside her.

“Oh god,” she squealed as the orgasm washed over her. Her sweet sticky juices splattered the snowman’s face as she convulsed on the ice. He rose up, not giving her time to recover and pressed his cock, the one fashioned by Debbie earlier that evening deep inside Alison’s still orgasming pussy.

She writhed on the bed, her legs wrapped around him, her ankles digging into the freezing snow.

She rolled him over and lay on top of him, her hands pressed onto his snowy chest as she bounced up and down on his snowcock. As she came again, she slumped on top of him and promptly fell asleep.

She woke with the weak early morning sunlight shining in through the bedroom window. She looked around for her snowman but he was gone. She glanced down and discovered she had been sleeping in a large wet patch.

Had she dreamt it? she wondered, or had she really slept with a snowman? She sat up, noticing a loveheart drawn in the condensation on the window pane. Wrapping her dressing gown around her, she stood and walked over to the window. That definitely hadn’t been there yesterday. She leaned in and looked more closely at the love heart. She gave a gasp as she realised that by looking right through the love heart, she could see her snowman standing back where she’d met him last night.