Dance of a Lifetime

by Frank Downey

  "OK. I had fantastic sex with one of my dearest friends. Twenty feet away, my boyfriend had great sex with one of his dearest friends. And, when we were done, we all still knew who we were in love with."

  "Damn, Jess, you're just too sensible."

  "Well, what's going through your mind?"

  "I cheated on my girlfriend with her best friend."

  "How can it be cheating when she gave you permission?"

  "You're sensible, I'm emotional."

  Jess cracked up laughing. "You're right, Warren, you are emotional."

  "Jess, I have a serious emotional investment in my relationship with Sophia."

  "Of course you do. You think she doesn't? You think Crash and I don't?" Jessie thought for a minute. "Going to bed with me hasn't thrown you into emotional confusion over Sophia, has it?"

  Warren laughed. "No, of course not. That is not the problem. Don't get me wrong, Jess, I love you, but I'm not in love with you, and I never will be. The sex was fantastic, but it was what it was."

  "Right, Warren, that's exactly my point. It was what it was. It was great. I'd do it again, if everyone else agreed and if it didn't put you in such a damn funk. But it was what it was. Great sex with a dear friend, no emotional entanglements, no commitments. And don't forget one thing-Sophie wanted you to have this."

  "Hmmmm," was all Warren said.

  "No, really. She's told me that she's badgered you about going to find someone else. Look. Instead of going out and finding some unknown girl who'd figure out how wonderful you are and try to dig her hooks in you, Sophie gave you to me. Her best friend, who would have lots of fun with you and return you to her, safe and unharmed." She touched the hickey on his cheek, and giggled. "Well, relatively unharmed."

  Warren had to laugh at that. "Jess, maybe you have a point."

  "One thing puzzles me, Warren. You seem much more upset about what you did than what Sophia did."

  "Actually, I am. If I can come to terms with the first, the second will be easy. I'm not the jealous type; I'm really not. I gave her permission."

  "Yup. And so did she. If you can go easy on her, why can't you go easy on yourself?" She stood up. "Crash and I are taking off for a while. There was a little country store about an hour down the road that we wanted to go check out. So, go back to the cabin, and spend some time with your girlfriend. You know, the woman you love?"

  "Good advise as always, She-Devil."

  "You know it." She reached down and gave him a kiss. "Thanks for last night, Warren. It really was a whole hell of a lot of fun." She walked back to the cabin.

  He waited a couple of minutes, until he heard the car pull out of the road. Then he walked back up to the cabin.

  Sophie was sitting on a couch, wearing only a bra and panties, reading a book. She looked up as he came in. "Hi," she smiled.

  "Hi yourself."

  He closed the door behind him, and she patted the couch next to her. He sat, and she put her book down and snuggled up next to him. This time, he didn't stiffen, as he wrapped his arm around her.

  "Are you OK?" she asked.

  "Yeah, I think so. Jessie talk to you?"

  "Yeah, I got the gist of it. I'm so sorry, Warren. If I had known..."

  "Ah, Sophia, I didn't know. I went along with this, willingly. And last night, I was fine with it. But this morning..."

  "Yeah, Jessie told me." Sophia looked up at him with a wicked grin. "So, how was she?"

  "What?"

  "How was Jessie? Good? Bad? Indifferent?"

  "Sophie, this is not helping."

  "Yes it is, you just don't know it yet. How was she?"

  "You're not gonna let me get out of this one, are you?"

  "No. I'm working up to something, here. How was she?"

  "Fine. Great. Very different."

  "Different? How so?"

  "Quieter, for one." Sophia cracked up at that. "Where you scream, she purrs and growls a lot." Sophia was still laughing. "She's more aggressive."

  "Yeah, I can tell," Sophia said, fingering the hickey. "Damn her, I told her to return you undamaged," she said, but with a smile.

  "Oh, you haven't seen my back yet."

  "Huh?" Warren took his shirt off, and leaned forward. "Scratch marks! That hussy!"

  "Yeah, and she gave me the fastest blowjob of my life and I swear she took some skin off." Sophia cracked up laughing. "Wait a minute, why am I telling you this?"

  "Because, dear heart, I asked."

  "Oh."

  "Like I said, I'm building up to something. So, it was different, but fun."

  "I'd say that's accurate."

  "Do you prefer the differences?"

  "Are you asking me if she was better than you are?!?!?"

  "No, I phrased it the way I did deliberately. Take actual people out of it. Do you prefer the way you did it last night? Abstractly."

  "It was fun, once in a while would be fine. Heck, we've gotten overly aggressive a couple of times. Once in a while, it's an interesting and fun diversion. But all of the time? No. I prefer a more gentle approach most of the time."

  "Fine. One more question. Are you in love with Jessie?"

  "WHAT? No! Of course not."

  "But you consider her a friend."

  "One of my best. After you and Crash, probably the best."

  "And you are in love with me."

  "You have to ask? Yes, I am completely, hopelessly, head over heels in love with you."

  "Thank you, Snugglebear, I never get tired of hearing that. So, what you're telling me is that you had a fun, interesting diversion with one of your best friends, with my permission-but you wouldn't want to have her all the time sexually, and it didn't change your feelings about either me or her one whit. Does that just about cover it?"

  "Yeah, that just about covers it."

  "OK, you think about it that way, and then tell me what the problem is."

  Warren couldn't help but grin. "Well, when you put it that way..."

  "Y'see, I told you I was building up to a point." The both smiled at each other.

  Then Warren asked, "So, how was it?"

  "Do you really want me to answer that?"

  "I'm not quite sure." They both laughed.

  "Well, the basics are almost the same answer. He's also more aggressive than you are, and it was a fun interesting diversion, but I prefer it our way 95 percent of the time."

  "OK, I'll buy that."

  "I can't imagine the two of them both being more aggressive. I'm surprised there aren't more flesh wounds." Warren cracked up laughing. "I love you, Warren."

  "I love you too, Pookie."

  "I'm gonna go make some tea."

  "Good idea. This place could use some music." Sophie went into the kitchen, and Warren rummaged through his CD case. He chose a selection of swing music, and put it into the player. He was grooving to Opus One when Sophia emerged from the kitchen, with the tea-and without her bra and panties.

  "Coffee, Tea, or ME?" she giggled.

  "I'll take the tea," he teased.

  "FINE, ' she replied, and in one move yanked his sweatpants and underwear down to his ankles. "And I know just where to put it," she said as she hovered the teapot above him.

  "I've heard of Chinese Water Torture, but not Chinese Tea Torture."

  "You goof!" She put the teapot down and snuggled into him. He kicked his sweatpants off of his ankles. They snuggled for a minute, naked, not doing much of anything, and then Warren heard the song on the CD about to end, and he knew what song was next.

  He stood up, and held his hand out to Sophia. She looked at him quizzically, but stood up and took his hand. He drew her close, without a word, and then the song changed, and Moonlight Serenade started. Wordlessly, they started dancing naked around the living room. There had always been an erotic overtone to their dancing, but nude, slow dancing to a beautiful, romantic song, the eroticism was overpowering. They held each other tight, his erection hard against her stomach, her nipples hard against h
is torso, eyes locked on each other, as they glided as one around the living/dining room. Their breathing got shallower as they danced, and Sophia got more and more flushed. They never said a word, and their eyes never wavered from the other's.

  When the music ended, they were in the dining room. They stopped moving, but didn't break their hold on each other, nor did they break their gaze into each other's eyes. The CD changed to the uptempo beat of In The Mood, but they didn't even notice. The music was gone, the cabin was gone, the world was gone, and all that was left was each other. And this wasn't just sex. It was sex, and passion, and romance, and love, all wrapped up into one.

  Without breaking his gaze, he suddenly grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto the dining room table. Still, no words were spoken-none needed to be. She spread her legs, and he aimed and entered her.

  He kept his hands on her hips, and she put hers on his shoulders. She was quieter than usual, panting roughly, flushed from her head to her breasts. They kept their eyes locked on each other, as they moved back and forth, she moving on the table to meet his thrusts. They both usually had the tendency to close their eyes during sex, but not this time-they kept them open, and locked, gazing deep into the other's. Their orgasms were not long coming, and they were powerful and glorious. Sophie let out a wail, but, even in the midst of their orgasms, their hold on each other's eyes never faltered.

  And, it didn't falter afterwards. And Warren, unusually for him, didn't go soft. They stayed there, still looking at each other, for a minute while they came down from their orgasms. Then Warren drew Sophie in close, wrapping her arms around his neck. Again, no words were needed, as she wrapped her legs tight around his waist. He reached under her, supporting her under her ass, and lifted. And he carried her, still buried in her, to the bedroom.

  Quite a long time later, when they were done, they were snuggling in the bed.

  "Right girl, right bed?" Sophia teased.

  "Right girl, right bed, right dining room table, right dance floor, right teapot, whatever." They both laughed.

  "Better about last night?"

  "Yeah. It was a fun diversion, but you are it, you know that."

  "I know."

  "And, if it ever happens again-which, knowing you and Jessie, it probably will"-Sophia giggled at that-"just promise me one thing."

  "What's that?"

  "I don't mind fun, interesting diversions, but the only person I ever want to wake up next to, is you. Call it the 'switch beds before actual sleeping so your sweetie wakes up clutching the correct breast' rule."

  Sophia giggled. "Deal. Since I've reserved you for dancing, you can reserve me for sleeping."

  "Oh, you bet your bippy that you've reserved me for dancing. After that? If we ever have a daughter, my father will have to teach her to dance, because I'm taken on the dance floor for ever."

  They quieted for a minute. Then Warren laughed.

  "What's so funny, Snugglebear?"

  "I was just thinking. We're using last year's free dance for the Junior Grand Prix because of the length difference, right?"

  "Right."

  "Moonlight Serenade is part of that music." Sophia widened her eyes in realization, and cracked up laughing. "I am never going to look on that particular piece of music the same way again, and now I'm going to spend all fall ice dancing to it with you in front of an audience."

  "Dear heart, when you perform in front of an audience, the mental trick is to imagine the audience naked, not your partner."

  "Too late. That music is going to come on, and all I'm going to be able to think of is today."

  "Well, that might be a good thing, because today I give you a 6.0, 6.0."

  "Yeah, but will we get an increase in the base mark if I boff you on the judges' table?"

  They snuggled into each other, still laughing.

  Chapter 43 - Oh What A Beautiful Morning

  Warren and Sophia got out of bed and threw some clothes on. The pot of tea they had neglected on the table was ice cold right now, so Sophia dumped it and brewed another one. They curled up on the couch, he with his Dostoevsky, and she with the latest Danielle Steele.

  However, the exertions of the morning combined with Warren's lack of sleep to being with, quickly caught up to them, and they fell asleep. For July, it was fairly cold, and they had a thin blanket covering their legs, as Sophia was wearing a skirt and Warren shorts. Warren was half on his back and half on his side, as was Sophia, her back to his front, her head nuzzled right under his chin, his arms around her waist.

  Which is how they were when Jessie and Jason arrived back. Jess entered first, with Jay behind her, prattling about something, but Jess saw them sleeping and turned to Jay and shushed him. Jay looked around Jessie and saw Warren and Sophia.

  "Oh, look at the cuddlebirds," Jason teased.

  "They look so peaceful," Jessie pointed out.

  "This is a shot that should not go to waste." Jason reached into the bag he had brought with him and took out his camera, and took a photo of the romantic scene.

  "I hope Warren's OK." Jason said.

  "Well, it at least looks like the two of them are OK, which is a good sign." Jesse said. She walked over to the dining room table to put something down on it, and stifled her laugh as not to wake them up. "Yeah, they're fine. Come here." Jason did. Jessie pointed to a telltale puddle on the dining room table.

  Jason stifled his own laughter. "I guess they're OK if they were so turned on they couldn't make it to the bedroom."

  "Come on, help me with this stuff, and I'll grab a washcloth." Jason helped her put their groceries away, and Jessie wiped down the table. Jason had gone back to where Warren and Sophia were sleeping.

  "Jess, come here." She did. Jay pointed at Sophia and Warren. "Notice a little movement in the hand area?"

  Jessie looked, and had to bite down on her hand to keep from laughing. Warren's right hand had slipped up from Sophia's waist and had firmly attached itself to her left breast.

  "Are they still asleep?" Jessie asked.

  "Definitely". Jason said. He grabbed his camera and snapped another shot, to Jessie's delight. He put the camera down, as Jessie sat in the other couch, across from Warren and Sophia.

  "Jay, look at this." Jessie whispered. "She's definitely breathing heavy."

  "Yeah, she is, isn't she."

  "He's making her horny in her sleep."

  Just then Sophia's mouth opened, in a little 'O', as her breath got just a little ragged and gasping. She was still sound asleep.

  "This is perfect," Crash said, as he snapped one last picture of them. "Hmmm. End of the roll. I can't wait to get these developed, and show them."

  "That Walgreen's we saw in town has 1 hour developing."

  Crash looked at Jess, then at his watch, then at Jess. Then he grabbed the car keys, and said, "Be back about four!" and ran out with the roll of film in his hand.

  Jessie laughed, turned on the TV at low volume, grabbed a cup of tea from the pot, and sat down in the other couch.

  An hour later, Sophia stirred. She didn't quite open her eyes, but she was half awake, and her first sensation was a delicious pressure on her breast. "MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm" she hummed, as she put her own hand on top of Warren's as he kneaded her breast in his sleep.

  Then she heard soft giggling across from her. Her eyes fluttered open. "Hi, Jess," she said with a smile.

  "Hi, yourself. Enjoying yourself?"

  "Hmmmmmmmm... yup."

  "He's been doing that for an hour, in his sleep. It's been fascinating to watch."

  "Ah, that explains the river running down my legs."

  "I think it's leaking onto my legs," she heard from above her.

  "Hiya, handsome," she looked up and said to Warren.

  "Hi, beautiful," He looked over. "Hiya, She-Devil. Where's the Crashmeister?"

  "Had to run an errand so he went back into town."

  "Aah." Sophia flipped herself over so that she was facing him, and wrapped him up in a
long kiss.

  "Gag, gag, gag," Jessie joked. "Can't you guys wait until you get into the bedroom? Shit, I already had to clean up the dining room table after you guys."

  "Oops," Sophia blushed.

  "The dining room table? Cheez," Jess said. "Crash surmised that you guys somehow were so hot you couldn't make it to the bedroom."

  "That's actually true." Sophia recounted the events of the day.

  "That is so totally you two I can't believe it," Jessie stated. "Sounds very hot, in a Warren-and-Sophia kind of way."

  Sophia cracked up. "It was memorable."

  Jessie looked at Warren. "Warren, you OK?"

  "Fine, Jess. Really."

  "You seem a little withdrawn. Towards me."

  Warren smiled at her. "No, Jess. I am fine. Better than fine. I'm just not totally awake yet."

  Jess laughed. "Good. I was afraid you were still feeling awkward, and towards me. I thought I was going to have to beat it out of you. I have the deep seated need to mercilessly ride your Prep Boy ass with my witty repartee, and if you were going to start getting all pissy on me, I was going to have to deck you."

  "What, the claws weren't enough? I think one or both of you ladies is going to have to put salve on my back." Jess and Sophie both cracked up. "No, Jess, I am fine. Really. First I got your Miss Sensible routine outside this morning, then Pookie and I had a talk about it."

  "Plus she danced nude with you and let herself be put up wet and rode hard on the table, just to seal the deal."

  Warren laughed. "There is that."

  Just then Crash came crashing in. "Evening, ladies and Warren."

  "Get em?" asked Jess.

  "Yup." He withdrew an envelope.

  "Whatcha got?" Sophie asked?

  "Pictures." Jess smiled. "Jay finished a roll, so he took 'em to be developed. Here." Jessie started handing the pictures one by one to Sophia and Warren. "Those are your copies, Jay got two sets."

  The first bunch of pictures were leafed through. There were some mundane vacation-type ones, and some funny ones, like one of Warren holding a fish, a hilarious one of Warren and Jessie making dinner, and one that Warren took of Jason and Jessie dancing-well, attempting to dance-that had them all in stitches.

  And, of course, there was the obligatory Jay-feeds-Jess-grapes picture.