by Frank Downey
"Thank you, David, I had a really nice time," Kate said when they reached the front porch.
"I did, too, Katherine. I'd like to do it again."
"I'd really like that, too." She looked at him, smiling, expectantly. She really wanted him to kiss her.
He did not disappoint. It was warm, and soft, and she felt it down to her toes. She threw her arms around him, and whispered in his ear. "That was my first kiss, you know."
"That makes two of us." He whispered back. She pulled back from him and their lips met again, longer this time. That one she felt everywhere.
They broke the kiss and smiled at each other. "Good night, my lady Katherine."
"Good night, Sir David. Call me?"
"Just try and stop me. Unless you're painting, then I'll let you stop me."
Her delighted giggle followed him as he walked down the street.
Chapter 49 - It Takes Two To Tango
Author's note: pertaining to music alluded to in this chapter: a Piazzola tango is a tango written by Argentinean "Nuevo Tango" master Astor Piazzola, who wrote tango music that combined "Classic tango" with elements of classical and jazz. It's very sensual stuff. It has been successfully skated to over the years, one of my favorites being American ice dancers Liz Punsalan and Jerod Swallow, who did a very passionate and sensual dance (they are married, and you could tell
* * *
The last weekend in September found Warren and Sophia in Kiev, Ukraine, competing in their first event in the Junior Grand Prix series. They won it, handily, much to their delight. But, when they skated in the exhibition, they did not skate to "You'll Be In My Heart." They had choreographed something else. The reaction "You'll Be In My Heart" got at Jack Garrison's wedding convinced them that it was special, and they wanted to save it. They used it as their carrot-the top four finishers at Nationals got to skate in the exhibition, so that was their goal. Top four, so we can skate that program again. They wanted to unveil that program to the wider world at Nationals, not in Kiev, Ukraine. As an added bonus, Nationals were in Providence, Rhode Island, close enough to their home that lots of family and friends would be attending.
Three weeks later, they were in Ostrava, Czech Republic, for their second event. They won that, also, and guaranteed themselves a place in the Junior Grand Prix final, in Hamilton, Ontario, in December.
Back in Oceanview at the end of November, they were exhausted but pleased. Senior year in high school--plus getting their college applications done--combined with the travel schedule had tested them, but they had handled it well. They were sitting in Sophia's room talking.
"So, what do you think our chances are at the Final?" Sophia asked.
"I think we have a hell of a chance to medal. Winning is a different story, we haven't faced Kratsulina and Zhargov yet. They're the defending junior world champions. They also won both of their events."
"I was talking on the internet to Shawna Vickers."
"Really?" Warren was surprised.
"Yeah. She's actually a good kid. It's Kim Burlington that's the bitch. Shawna and Evan are good people. They're moving up to seniors for Nationals, too. Anyway, she was telling me that she and Evan finished second to Kratsulina and Zhargov in Mexico City, but that Evan had a bad fall. They had been leading through the OD, and probably would have won the free if Evan hadn't gone splat. Disrupted the whole flow of the program. Anyway, Shawna told me she is distinctly unimpressed by Kratsulina and Zhargov."
"Hmmmm. Very interesting."
"Shawna thinks they won the Junior Worlds last year by default. Shawna and Evan weren't ready. There weren't a lot of good teams there. And, they're Russian."
"Which automatically gives them a leg up in the presentation mark."
"Right. Shawna thinks we should be much more worried about her and Evan than them."
Warren laughed. "OK. Well, we'll see them in Hamilton, too, since they won their other event."
"Right. Next thing. Colleges."
"Yup. We're decided on Wisconsin, right?"
"Right," Sophia confirmed. "And, I'm going to do BU and you're doing BC."
"Right. Are we doing Princeton?"
"What the hell, right? The worst they can do is reject me. Oh, and we're doing Vanderbilt, right?"
"Right. And Ohio State."
"I think that covers it. And I'm doing Umass as a safe school."
"Right."
"You know what? I think Kate's up to something."
"How so?"
"She told Mom and Dan that she didn't want to go to Hamilton. Said she's got a big paper due right before Christmas and needs to work on it."
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, I think that's true--but I also think that she wants the house to herself. So she can have Dave over."
"Aaah. Have they done anything yet?"
"Not that I know of."
"Not that I know of, either. But he certainly is ga-ga over her."
"Yeah, and that is mutual."
"Did anyone see through her little ruse, except for you?"
"I think Mom did, but you know Mom. Dan is dense, which is good for Kate." Warren laughed. "Oh, I got more gossip," Sophia continued. "Nick is going out with Karen."
"What happened to Karen and Bill?"
"Oh, they broke up a couple months ago. I think Nick has been mooning over her since he broke up with Missy, but she was with Bill. Now she's not, and they are together."
"Cool."
* * *
They arrived in Hamilton, Ontario, about two weeks before Christmas. Both sets of parents would be joining them as the competition got closer. They were currently on the ice for their first practice, where they almost ran into Shawna Vickers and Evan Pogdar.
"Whoops!" yelled Warren, screeching to a stop.
"Will you two amateurs watch where you're going?" Shawna asked with a smile. They greeted each other, hugs and handshakes all around.
"All the predictions on the internet say you guys are shoo-ins to win," Warren said slyly.
"You read that stuff?" asked Evan.
"Oh, we post, too," Sophia informed him. "Everybody knows who we are. One of our best friends has been ragging on us for two weeks, saying 'Vickers and Pogdar are gonna kill you guys!'"
"This is a *friend?" Shawna asked, incredulously.
"Yeah," Warren told her. "Dennis Frobeck. He's knowledgeable, opinionated, and sticks to his guns. But he's a good guy. The good thing about him is, if we do win, he will happily allow us to rub his nose in it for a month."
They all laughed. "Well, we can't have that," Evan said. "We'll just have to kick your ass. Seriously, good luck. May you skate wonderfully to a silver medal."
Warren and Sophia cracked up. "Same goes for you," Warren said.
* * *
Kratsulina and Zhargov won the compulsories, with Shawna and Evan second, Sophia and Warren third. The results for the original dance were exactly reversed, with Sophia and Warren winning, followed by Shawna and Evan, and then the Russians, who fell. What that meant was that whoever won the free dance among the top three couples would win the event.
After the original dance, Warren and Sophia went to supper with their parents. Then they retired to their room. No sooner had they gotten in the door, and Warren wrapped Sophia up in a hug and gave her a long kiss.
"Oh, dancing the tango makes me sooooooo horny," Sophia giggled.
"Oh you betcha," Warren agreed. "We need to have our good luck fuck, tonight, anyhow." It had become a bit of an amusing tradition. They always seemed to make love the night of the OD, which was always the night before the free dance. And, as Sophia had pointed out, this was especially true this year, with the OD being a Tango. They were skating to a sensuous Piazzola tango. There were some days when it took all their will power not to attack each other on the ice when they were done.
Tonight, they had had to wait until after dinner with their parents--the whole time playing footsie--and t
hey were very needy by the time they got back to their hotel room. Clothes started flying everywhere, and before they knew it, they were in bed, Warren with his face buried in Sophia's breasts.
"Wait a minute," Sophia said. She scrambled out from under Warren. He flipped over, lying face-up on the bed, and watched her, curiously. She went across the room, to her CD boombox she had brought with her. Reaching into her CD case, she withdrew a CD, and put it in. It was an entire CD of Piazzola tangos. Warren laughed, as Sophia sashayed back to the bed, in time with the music.
"You need to be carrying a rose in your teeth, my love," Warren said.
"How 'bout something else in my teeth?" She reached down and gently grazed Warren's nipple.
"Oooooooooh." They had recently discovered, quite by accident, that Warren's nipples were almost as responsive as Sophia's. She nibbled on one of his nipples, while she reached down and grabbed his cock.
"You like?" she teased?
"Mmmmmmmmmmm..."
She giggled at him. "It's kind of nice to be the bearer of foreplay, rather than the recipient."
"I'm not complaining. Not that you mind being the recipient."
"Of course not. I just like finding a way of getting you going, besides a blow job." She went back to sucking on his nipples.
"Mmmmmmmm... oh, you are definitely getting me going..."
"I noticed." She gave his nipple one last nibble, then slipped down, kissing his stomach down to his cock, which she quickly enveloped in her mouth. She was lying along side him, her feet up near his head, so he grabbed her legs and pulled them towards him. Picking up on the hint, she took her leg and swung it over him, then settled her pussy down on his face.
She groaned into his cock, as she felt his tongue lap up and down her pussy lips. He took it easy, just gently tonguing her, but enough to get her going, as she devoured his cock. He didn't take long, exploding into her mouth after just a few minutes. Satisfied, he went to work in earnest on her pussy with his tongue.
"Oh... oooh... aaaanggghh... ayiiiiii..." Sophia moaned as Warren lapped her drenched pussy. She had been sprawled out on top of him, but gradually rose up so that she was almost sitting, her pussy grinding into his face. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," she moaned, bouncing up on top of him almost unconsciously. He reached up to grab her hips to steady her, as she pressed her overheated pussy into his face. When she came, she made sure not to yell as loud as she usually did--they were in a hotel--but she completely lost control of her legs, and came right down on Warren's face as she orgasmed.
She came down from her orgasm, gasping, thrilled. That had been a particularly good one. It almost felt like he had gotten his whole face in her pussy. Then she heard a "MMMMM!!! MMMMM!!" from underneath her, and realized he had gotten his whole face in her pussy--because she had sat on it. She got off in a hurry. Warren gasped for air.
"Oh, Jesus, Warren, are you all right??"
He sputtered, and then laughed. "Yeah, I'm fine. I can just see the teaser on SportsCenter: 'Ice dancer suffocates in partner's crotch.'"
Sophia laughed. "I must say, Snugglebear, that was one hell of a cum. I'll have to almost-suffocate you with my pussy more often."
"I really didn't mind, right up until the very end, when I really had to breathe. After you came, because, when you came, you plopped right down."
Sophia looked down, and smiled. "Well, the momentary lack of oxygen didn't hurt your biggest asset any." He was hard as a rock. "You get off on asphyxiation, sweetie?"
"I don't think so. A close-up view of your gorgeous, orgasming pussy is another story. I just need an airhole next time." They both laughed.
"Well, my legs are back in working order, so I can take care of this while you breathe." She swung herself around so that she was straddling his crotch instead of his face. She pulled herself up, and sank down on his cock with one plunge.
"Oooooooooohhhhhh... I forgot how much I liked it this way."
Warren grinned up at her, as he reached up to fondle her breasts. "Every time we do it this way, I remember the first time."
"Oh, you mean the night the wise, experienced woman introduced the naïve, inexperienced boy to the joys of carnal knowledge?"
"Actually, I thought it was the night that the naïve, inexperienced boy showed the wise, experienced woman that she was mulitorgasmic."
"There is that." She slid up and down on his cock. "Oooh... ugggghhhh... ohhhhh..."
"Did you know that Evan's room is right above ours?"
"Unnggggh... ooooohhhh... want me to get louder, Snugglebear? Might break his concentration..."
Warren just laughed, as he started matching his upthrusts to her downstrokes. "I love you, Sophia."
"I... unngggh... love you too, Warren."
They came together. Then they cuddled up and went to sleep.
* * *
They were the first to skate in the final group of the free dance. They were very pleased--they didn't think they could skate that program any better.
The Russians skated next. Sophia and Warren weren't impressed. Neither were the judges.
Shawna and Evan were the last to skate. They were very good, Sophia and Warren agreed, much better than last year. They really had tightened up their line. They skated the program well. Sophia and Warren knew it would be close.
It was, but when the numbers were all crunched, Sophia and Warren had won the Junior Grand Prix championship. It was their first major international title.
Chapter 50 - One Step Up
It was that Saturday, a week and a half before Christmas, the same day that Warren and Sophia would be skating their free dance.
Kate had invited Dave over, as Sophia suspected. He was supposed to arrive at three, they were going to order some Chinese for delivery and just hang out for the afternoon and evening. Dave knocked on the door precisely at three o'clock. After a moment, Kate answered it.
Her long curly hair was roughly tied in a bunch behind her head. She was wearing an old, paint-splattered set of coveralls, a paint-splattered shirt underneath the coveralls, and no socks or shoes. She had little blotches of paint on her face, and all over her hands. Dave couldn't help but grin at her. Kate, on the other hand, was mortified.
"Dave! OHMYGOD! It's not three already, is it?"
"Yes it is, my beautiful paint princess."
"Oh, jeez, I look horrible. I meant to shower, I'm covered in paint! I'm not presentable..."
"Katherine, calm down." They were still standing at the door. "First of all, can I come in?"
She giggled, and moved out of the way.
"Second of all, you look absolutely beautiful. Third of all, get back to your easel! We're not in any rush."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I'll find something to do, I'm sure."
"OK, but you have to stay away from the painting. You can't see it until I'm done. I was trying to finish it before you got here."
"OK."
They went up to her bedroom, and he took a seat across the room. He could see her just fine, but not what she was painting. He had brought his backpack with him--he always did--and withdrew his sketchpad. She was so intent on finishing the painting, that she didn't even notice, and didn't notice the "skritch skritch skritch" of pencil on paper.
About twenty minutes later, she finally stepped back from the easel, took a deep breath, and said, "Done!"
"Good. So am I," Dave replied.
"Huh?"
He smiled, and held up his drawing. It was of her, at her easel, painting.
"Wow. You just did that?"
"Uh huh."
"Is that what I look like when I paint?"
"Yeah. You get all lost in your own little world, and your eyes sparkle, and you bite your lip. I've never seen it before. It was fantastic."
She giggled. "That's one thing I envy about you. You can whip one of these things off in twenty minutes, and it looks fantastic. I've been slaving over the painting for two days. Is this for me?" she said, pointing at the dr
awing. He nodded. She quickly put it up on her wall, next to the one he had done when they had first met. "OK, your turn." She led him over to the easel.
He gasped. She had painted him. He was wearing all black, with a black cape wrapped around his shoulders, and a black hat with a red feather in it. And, he was riding an all-white horse, through the forest. It was Dave as Prince Charming out of a fairy tale.
"Wow."
She beamed. "You like it?"
"Like it? I love it."
"I didn't know if you would. It's a bit fanciful."
"That's one of the things I love about you--you're not afraid to let your head drift into the clouds. Katherine, I love this. I can't tell you how much I love this."
"I'm so glad you like it. I did this for you." They smiled at each other. Then Kate looked down. "My God, I need a shower." She looked at Dave, who had gotten charcoal pencil all over his hands and face. "You do too, for that matter. You want to go first, or shall I?"
Dave blurted out what he was thinking. "We could always take one together." He paused. "Oh my God, did I really say that?" He looked up at Kate, laughing, trying to pass it off as a joke. They hadn't done anything more than kiss at this point. He thought she would be offended, so he tried to laugh it off.
She wasn't offended, nor did she laugh. She just stared at him, hard. "Katherine?" he asked, his laughter dying out. "Are you all right?"
"Yes." She grabbed his hand, and led him out of the bedroom. "Let's go." She led him into the bathroom across the hall. She closed the bathroom door behind them, even though they were the only ones in the house. She looked at him, smiled, and said, "You weren't just kidding, were you?"
"Deep down inside, no. But are you sure?"
"Yes." She started unsnapping her overalls. He quickly kicked his shoes and socks off, and lifted his shirt over his head. She pulled the overalls down, and stepped out of them. He stared at her, as he unsnapped his jeans. She stared back, as she pulled her shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. They stood, looking, as they each pulled their underwear off. Kate gasped at the sight of his hard cock. Dave couldn't believe how beautiful she was, how perfect her breasts were. They stared at each other, frozen for a moment, until Kate finally had the wherewithal to turn the shower on. She adjusted the temperature, pulled the curtain back, and they both stepped in.
