Dance of a Lifetime

by Frank Downey

  Warren lubed his member, and stuck his finger a bit way in her ass and lubed that up, prompting her to moan softly. Then he lined up the tip of his cock with her asshole, and pushed.

  "AaaaaarrrrrRROOWWW!"

  "Hurts? Soph, I don't want to hurt you."

  "It's gonna hurt at first. Get it over with. Go slow, but PUSH."

  Warren pushed, got a few inches in, and heard Sophia cry out.

  "Sophie..."

  "This is the night to play rough, isn't it? Warren, just keep going," Sophia cried out through her tears.

  He kept going, and gave thanks that he had already came twice, because, if he hadn't, he knew he wouldn't last in her tight hole very long. Sophia, for her part, was moaning in pain.

  "That's it, Sex Kitten. All the way in. You took it all."

  "Oh boy DID I. OK, just rest there for a minute and let me get used to it."

  "Still hurts?"

  "Some, but it's going away. Boy I feel FULL though, it's very strange."

  Warren sat there for a minute, fully buried in her ass, hands on her hips. He looked at her, all hunched over in front of him, face buried in the seat, and got an idea. "You know, this just won't do."

  "What?"

  "Trust me, Pookie. Put your left leg down, off the seat, let your foot hit the floor."

  "OK," she said quizzically, but did so. It made him slip a bit deeper. Then he slipped his hands around her waist and cupped her breasts.

  "Sophia, I'm going to raise you up." He lifted, and her face and chest came off the seat, and Warren raised her in a vertical position. Her back was against his chest, his cock still buried to the hilt in her ass. He started massaging her breasts, and then started kissing and licking her neck.

  "Ooooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned. "Warren, you're a genius. Will this work?"

  "Still hurt?"

  "No, not really. In fact it feels good, you up in there like this."

  "Good, then let's find out if it works." He nibbled on her neck while his hands worked her breasts over, and he slowly slid almost all the way out of her ass, and then slipped back in.

  "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh. Oh yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh my God. OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH" she started moaning, as Warren gently started to plow in and out of her ass, all the while keeping his attention on her neck, face, and tits. They got into a steady rhythm, her ass thrusting back to meet his cock.

  "Oh my God. I think I'm going to cum again, and nothing's even touching my pussy!"

  "Really?"

  "Oh, man, this feels fantastic. Ooooh. Ooooooooohhhh. OhmygodOhmygodOhmyGodOOOOOOHHHH. OOOOOOOHHHHHHH. AAAAAIIIIII YYYEEEEEEEEE!" And with that, Sophia came, for the first time in her life without vaginal stimulation. It was incredible. And the spasms shooting from her pussy into her asshole clamped down on Warren's dick, and made him explode into her bowels.

  She didn't collapse, much to her surprise. She didn't want to. Warren, having gone completely soft after the exertions of the evening, slipped out of her rear end, but they stayed in the same position-kneeling, with Sophia's back to Warren's front, his hands on her breasts, her hands on top of his hands, his face in her neck. They stayed that way for many minutes, as they both caught their breath.

  "Oh my heavens," Sophia said, finally. "That is the best sex we have ever had, and that is saying a lot."

  "So, how'd you like getting backdoored, Pookie?" Warren said with a grin.

  "I heard it would hurt quite a bit, but then be good. I didn't think it would be that good. That ain't the last time you'll be sticking my ass, I can promise you that."

  "I hold you to that promise." They both laughed. Warren looked around. "Boy, what a mess."

  Sophia just laughed and reached under the seat. "I came prepared," she said as she withdrew a few towels from the seat. She took one and tried to clean up the seat, and Warren took another one to clean up Sophia, much to her delight. She took the third one and threw it over into the front seat. "I think I'll need to put that one under me, because my ass is leaking," she laughed. Warren grabbed his clothes and started getting dressed. Sophia put her bra on, and her shirt. She looked at her panties, which were soaked, and looked at herself, still leaking out of her pussy and ass, and said, smiling, "Why bother?" She threw the panties at Warren, who, much to her bemusement, slipped them into his pants pocket, and slipped her skirt over her bare ass.

  "I hope my mother isn't waiting up for me," Sophia said after they had driven for a few minutes.

  "Think she'd notice something?" Warren teased her.

  "Oh, NO, dear heart. Why would she notice anything? I'm sure I'll be walking bowlegged, cum is dripping down my leg, and I'm most likely going to walk in the house bareassed covered by a short skirt, because somehow I doubt I'm getting those panties back."

  "You're right. I'm keeping those as a memento."

  "That's very romantic, in a lusty animalistic kind of way." They both laughed. "Of course, my mother knows we're doing it, and probably figured that we're doing it now, but I can do without her little comments sometimes."

  Warren just laughed. "Do you know how much I love you?"

  "Easy to say, after great sex." Sophie teased.

  "True. Which is why I try to say it more often than that."

  Sophia got a serious look on her face. "I always love you. I know you always love me. But I worry about how you feel about sex."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Look, I would be deliriously happy if I never had sex for the rest of my life with anyone other than Warren Kelleher. But I don't think you could feel the same way, no matter how much you love me."

  "WHAT? What are you talking about?"

  Sophia got serious. "Look, Warren. I know how good the sex is, because I have some basis of comparison. But how do you know? I'm the only one you've ever had. How do you know that there isn't someone you'd enjoy it more with?"

  "That's crazy. Have I complained?"

  "No, but... Warren, I think you should find someone else to have sex with. I can wait, I can allow you to find out for sure. I can do that. If you don't explore, you'll never find out for sure. I want you to find out."

  Warren got silent for a minute. Then he said, in a very tight voice, "Sophie, pull the car over at the first opportunity." She did so, finding a deserted parking lot in front of a closed store.

  "Sophia," Warren started, "I must have done something very, very wrong."

  "WHAT? No, of course not."

  "Yes, I have. Look, I'm not as vocal during sex as you are. I'm just not. It's not my nature to be so. I'm restrained by nature. I keep my passions under wraps to a degree. I thought I had showed them to you well enough, but it is clear to me now that I was wrong."

  "Warren, no, I didn't mean..."

  "Sophia, shut up and listen to me." She looked at him, startled. "I want you to listen to what I'm saying. I want you to remember it for all time. If I could find someone better in bed than you, it would not matter. Because, I would be dead of the largest heart attack in recorded medical history." Sophia giggled a bit at that. "Shit, you made me pass out tonight. I don't think I could take more than that."

  "I haven't made this clear enough. You are fantastic in bed. I don't need any basis of comparison. You're inventive, you're passionate, you're willing to try new things. And I love you. What else do I need?"

  "Look, I'm probably telling you something I probably shouldn't, but guess what-guys compare notes." Sophia just looked at him. "I might not have any direct basis for comparison, but I've got some notes from the field. Look, I know you're probably not thrilled that I sometimes talk about what we do with my friends. But, you know what? My friends have girlfriends, that they have sex with, and they tell me about that."

  "Do you know what I hear? Oh, all she wants is the old missionary position, she won't try anything new. Oh, she won't go down on me, or she doesn't let me go down on her. Oh, she's a cold fish, no reaction at all, I don't know if she even enjoys it. Oh, I suggested this and she said I was a pervert. And on and on a
nd on."

  "And they ask about you. And I might tell them a little. And I tell them the truth, I'm not exaggerating, and they look at me in undisguised awe. If I told them about tonight-which I don't think I'll do, because I'm not quite sure I could put it into words-they would beat me up with baseball bats trying to extract your phone number." Sophia laughed.

  "I have absolutely no complaints about our sex life. None, none, none. And I only have one other friend that I've talked to that can say that."

  "And his name, as you might have guessed, is Crash. Apparently Jess is something special, too." Sophia cracked up laughing at that.

  Sophia looked at him, and asked, "So, what's so special about me, then? Girls trade notes about guys, not other girls. Think of tonight. What would you tell them about tonight that would make them so envious?"

  Warren thought. "Let's see. In one night-you told me to fuck you till it hurts and you had multiple orgasms doing it, we had mutual oral sex, anal sex at your instigation and said you want to do it again, I lost track of how many times you came overall, you had one orgasm while I was backdooring you with no hands or other objects on your pussy, you screamed a couple of times loud enough to wake the dead, and we both passed out. Any one of these occurrences is rare enough to make my friends' jaws drop. All of them? In one night? If I told this tale, and you walked the halls of St. Mike's, you would be worshipped as the sex goddess of all time." Sophia giggled a little.

  "We have the most passionate, most exciting, most stimulating, most joyous sex life that I could ever, in my wildest dreams, imagine. I don't need anyone else. I don't want anyone else, forever and ever, amen, thank you very much. You are my heart, my soul, my life, and you completely spin my head around in every possible way every time we have sex. You are it, Sophia Daniels, and, if I have my way, you will be it until the day I die. End of discussion."

  Sophia leaned over in the seat, grabbed his face, and lovingly kissed him. She broke the kiss after a few long minutes, and said, "I love you so much. Thank you for saying what you did. I worry about it."

  "Don't worry about it. I am completely fulfilled." They smiled at each other. "And you have cum on your chin." Sophia exploded in laughter.

  Chapter 36 - Nationals

  They did, in fact, go Christmas Caroling, and had a ball. They also took a nice long drive in Sophia's car to look at all the Christmas lights. Sophia's Dad had invited her down for Christmas, but she wanted to go to Warren's again, so they went to her Dad's house for Christmas Eve.

  Warren's parents and Sophia's mom got together to buy them each cell phones, with the first year all paid up as long as they stayed within their plan, and under a special "family plan" offer that allowed Warren and Sophia to talk to each other (and Peg, Jim, and Ellen, who got cell phones for themselves at the same time) with unlimited minutes. It was a great present. Warren got Sophia a pair of diamond and emerald earrings, among a few other things, and Sophia got Warren a couple of sharp outfits, along with books and CDs. She promised him something else, but said it would have to wait for his birthday, which was in January.

  And, suddenly, it was January, a couple days before Warren's sixteenth birthday, and they found themselves on a plane to Chicago. Jim, unfortunately, couldn't come, nor could Brian or any of the kids-their making it to Nationals had been so unexpected-but Ellen and Peg got the requisite time off from work, and flew out with them. Peg and Warren had gotten a hotel room, and Ellen and Sophia an adjoining one. Bowing to the inevitable, those arrangements were quickly changed. Peg offered to switch rooms with Sophia. Sophia and Warren happily agreed. "This is their thing, they're in a hotel, we both know they're sleeping together, they are both nervous and would be more comfortable with each other. Let them," Peg said to Ellen, who agreed.

  On January 8th, Warren and Sophia were preparing to step onto the practice ice at Nationals for the first time. Their compulsories and Original Dance were to be held in a smaller satellite rink, but the free dance-and this practice, which was a free dance practice-were held in the big main rink. Sophia and Warren were in the second group to practice, and were a bit intimidated while waiting.

  They took the ice, trying to shake off the nerves. Unbeknownst to them, a bit of commotion had arisen with the other couples on the ice. They had noticed, unlike Sophia and Warren, some distinguished guests in the audience.

  "What the heck are Elizabeth Cushman and Jack Garrison doing watching a junior ice dance practice?" Kim Burlington asked her partner, George Lahey.

  "Yeah, and that's Christine Arsenault with them," added Shawna Vickers. Her partner, Evan Podgar said, "Hey, their obviously here to check out the Future of American Ice Dance-you and I or Kim and George over there." All four broke up laughing.

  "It's just kind of strange to see them here." Kim said. "By the way, who are those two, she in the black dress and he in the sweatsuit?"

  "That's Sophia Daniels and Warren Kelleher. They won Eastern Sectionals, and it's their first year ever competing," Evan said.

  "Impressive," said Shawna, "Any good?"

  "From what I've heard, they're very good," said Evan. "Very much crowd pleasers. But they're different. Classical ballroom dance influence-their free is all Big Band music-good technique, and a very different style of presentation."

  "How so?" asked George.

  "They focus on each other. They try to draw the audience in, rather than go out and get them. From what I heard, from a buddy of mine who was at Easterns, is that it's very different but very effective."

  Suddenly, the three singles skaters stood up and yelled, "GO SOPHIA AND WARREN!!!" Sophia and Warren looked up, and saw Liz, Jack, and Christine waving at them.

  "Hey, look, Soph!" Warren pointed up. Sophia and Warren skated over to the boards, and the threesome came down to greet them.

  "Finally get to meet you, Dance Hunk," Christine said, giving Warren a big hug and kiss over the boards. Even Sophia laughed.

  "Nice of you guys to come out for some support. We're terrified," Sophia confided, laughing.

  "Don't be," Liz counseled. "This is just a practice. Just loosen up."

  "And we're glad to be here," added Jack. "Can't wait to see you guys practice that free dance."

  The four ice dancers across the ice saw all this, and were amazed. These two nobodies, brushing shoulders with some of the greats of American figure skating? How did this happen?

  After making plans to meet the threesome after the practice, Sophia and Warren skated by, and Shawna made sure to eavesdrop.

  "It's finally great to meet them in person, after so many internet chats," Warren said.

  "Yeah, I think Christine enjoyed it, too," Sophia said with a gleam in her eye.

  "You just shut up, Pookie." Then they skated out of Shawna's hearing. She reported what she heard to her partner and the other team.

  "Pookie?" Kim exclaimed. "She called him Pookie?? How so terribly precious."

  "Look at them," Shawna commented at Sophia and Warren working on some steps. "They skate really close together."

  "Bah. Let's see how close they skate together after this", Kim said.

  Kim was a consummate game player, and she did a bit of footwork, heading right towards Sophia and Warren. She timed it to end in a near-collision. And it did, sort of, but Sophia and Warren, used to skating during group lessons and public skating, neatly sidestepped the (seemingly) oblivious Kim. Sophia looked back, concerned, and said "Sorry!" thinking the near-accident had been their fault.

  Kim just grumbled, and skated over to Shawna. "Shit. Didn't even dent their composure."

  "Look at them. Have you ever seen anyone at a practice session at a major competition so happy?"

  "Happy to be here, no doubt." George interjected.

  One couple was already running through their free, as all the other couples stayed on the ice, as was traditional. Sophia and Warren huddled into a corner, though, not wanting to disrupt the skaters' that were practicing. Kim and George ran through their free, fol
lowed by Shawna and Evan. Both were good, Soph and Warren agreed, but had gone for the overly theatrical type program.

  Sophia and Warren were next. The other four decided not to intimidate this time-even Kim-but huddled near the boards, because they wanted to watch these couple of unknowns.

  As Soph and Warren took their opening positions, Christine yelled out, "Shake that butt, Warren!" Warren just barely managed to stop laughing as the music started.

  "They are good," Evan said appreciatively. "Great edges, great knees. Their unison is superb. They skate close together. They've got talent, no denying it."

  "Yeah, but their program is so ancient feeling. Look, they're just dancing around," Shawna said.

  "Yeah, but look at the program itself. It's very well put together. Look at the speed, and the footwork. It's very well constructed. God, they can get speed from almost nothing."

  "I still don't like it. Besides which, she's fat."

  "You don't have to like it. I think the judges will, though. And she is by no means fat. She's just not anorexic. Unlike some people," Evan said, looking over at Kim Burlington. Even Shawna giggled a bit at that.

  Back in the locker room, Sophia was changing out of her practice dress. Kim decided to play the kill her with kindness game, to pump her for information-and to play with her a little bit.

  "Hello, I'm Kim Burlington."

  "Hi, Sophia Daniels."

  "You and your partner are very good. That free dance is very well done."

  "Thank you very much."

  "Who's your choreographer?" Kim asked.

  "Don't have one," Sophia laughed. "This is a budget operation. We choreograph ourselves. Warren does most of the 'big picture' stuff-Warren is my partner, Warren Kelleher-I fill in most of the blanks, and June, our coach, smoothes out the rough edges."

  Kim was trying not to show that her jaw was hitting the floor. "I'm impressed. That's a hell of a program."