by Frank Downey
They did. "This sounds fantastic," Sophia said.
"Sure does," agreed Warren.
"You need to meet her, of course, but I think you'll like her."
"We put up with you, don't we?" Warren teased her.
"Thanks, Warren. When you get back to school, go find her at the rink, and she'll hash out the details with you," June concluded.
"We will."
* * *
They had scheduled a late-night session to do some extra work on 'Romeo and Juliet.' The staff trusted them, so they were the only ones in the whole building. Warren had a set of keys to lock the place after they were done.
They had worked out for about an hour, just arranging steps and moves.
"You tired?" Sophia asked Warren.
"Nope."
"Good. Let's take a break."
"I said I wasn't tried!" Warren laughed.
"I know. Have a seat, I'll be right back." She left the ice and trudge towards the locker room. Warren watched her go, bemused, and watched her return a few minutes later. She was carrying a pile of blankets and quilts.
"Watcha doin, Sophie?"
She skated out to the middle of the ice, and lay all the blankets down, one on top of the other, except for one. That one she rolled up at the end of the pile.
"What am I doing? Well, I know this isn't the Olympic ice, but I'm making one of your fantasies almost come true."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
Sophia didn't answer him right away. She sat on the pile of blankets, and unlaced and removed her skates. Then she lay down on the blankets, on her side, head propped up with an arm, and said, "Why don't you skate on over here and find out, big boy?"
Warren gave her a big smile, and skated over to her. He sat down on the blankets, and took off his own skates, as she reached around him and ran her hands up and down his chest. After he got his skates off, he lay down next to her. She reached down to where their feet were, and grabbed the last quilt and pulled it up on top of them.
"We're working on this romantic program every night and it's making me horny," Sophia told Warren.
"Uh-huh." He gathered her into his arms. "So horny you decided we should freeze our buns off in a deserted ice rink?"
"We've worked up a sweat. Plus, this is your fantasy."
"That it is, but where are the panel of judges?"
"Sorry, can't have everything. Now shut up and kiss me."
He did, long and deep, as his hands slipped down to her breast. She was wearing a practice dress, and he undid the buttons on the front of the bodice and slipped his hand in. Her nipples were as erect as he had ever seen them, and hard as rocks.
"Your turkeys are done," Warren said with an impish smile.
It took Sophia a minute. Then she erupted with laughter.
"Is that arousal or cold?' Warren asked.
"Little bit of both, but mostly arousal. Mmmmmmm..." He worked his hands over her breasts. Then he slipped under the quilt with his head and took a nipple into his mouth.
"Oh, your mouth is warmer than your hands," she told him. "Oh... mmmmm..."
He worked his mouth around her breast for a while, and then slid down. He pulled her tights and panties off, lifted her dress up, and dove in to her pussy with his mouth.
"Oh, man..." Sophia said.
Warren looked up at her from underneath the quilt, and said, "I think I found the warmest place in the rink."
"Goof! Well then, get back down there, already!" she joked as she playfully swatted his shoulder.
"Your wish is my command," he said, moving his head back down. He started gently probing his tongue into her pussy.
"Oh... wow... this is so damn naughty!" Sophia declared. She could feel the cold from the ice, under her and all around her--and she could feel the heat rising from her body, flowing out of her pussy, rising up from her breasts.
Warren was doing his usual thorough job with his mouth on her. The combination of her increasing arousal, the thought of where they were doing this, and the cold make her skin tingly.
She felt her arousal build. She felt the droplets of sweat build up on her forehead, as her overheated body waged war with the frigid surroundings. Even from under the blanket, the sounds of Warren's tongue on her pussy echoed throughout the empty, cavernous ice rink. This only turned her on more. She moaned deeply, as her body writhed upon the blankets. She felt her orgasm start in the pit of her stomach, and explode outward in a rush of welcome heat, as her back arched and her hands clenched the blanket. Her yelps of pleasure filled the building.
"Warren, fuck me!" she said in a low growl as her orgasm subsided. "Fuck me on the ice, honey, fuck me now!"
"Gladly," he said, as he crawled up her body from underneath the top quilt. He pulled his pants down to his knees, adjusted himself between her legs, and eased his cock into her waiting pussy. She grunted, and he stopped, all the way in her, adjusting himself on the blankets. Even through the blankets, he could feel the hard ice, and was glad he wore kneepads to practice.
He started moving, slowly and deliberately, in and out of her, testing his leverage and making sure they weren't going to slide, blankets and all, all around the ice. Satisfied, he picked up the pace.
"Oh... nnnngggg... Warren, I have to confess," Sophia groaned. "This... oooofff... is a fantasy of mine, too."
Warren just smiled and kept going, concentrating on the task at hand. Sophia felt the tingly feeling return, as her body once again built up to a fever pitch.
"Oh, God, yeah, Warren, fuck me! Fuck me on the ice, our ice, make the ice melt, Warren! Fuck me until the ice melts! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Her screaming reverberated, sounding like thunder. The slurp slurp slurp of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy filled their ears, as did the sound of Warren's pelvis banging into Sophia's. Sophia let out a few strangled howls, and then her body tensed, her stomach becoming as hard and unyielding as the ice below her. "OH I'M CUMMMMINNNGGGG!!!" she screamed, and then she did, spasming underneath Warren. Just after she was done, he thrust deep into her and came himself, pouring his seed deep into her.
She reached up and drew him down to her, hugging him deeply into her as she kissed his neck. Then, she gently pushed him off her. He settled in, lying next to her, their arms entwined. After a few minutes, she sat up. She reached underneath herself, in between two of the blankets on the ice, and withdrew a sheet of cardboard that she had kept hidden. With an impish smile, she turned toward Warren and held the cardboard high over her head.
On it, she had written "6.0".
Warren didn't stop laughing for quite a while.
* * *
They were driving home afterwards.
"So, was I enough judges for you?" Sophia asked playfully.
"Only one I need," Warren smiled back. "Thanks, Pookie. That was a thrill."
"I know. Cold, but very, very arousing. I kept waiting for June to come in, saying she had forgotten something."
"That would have been... embarrassing!"
"Yup. Well, we always knew we could dance off ice as well as on. Now we know we can fuck on ice as well as off."
"That's one way to put it," Warren chuckled. "Now I just have to figure out how to sneak into Fenway Park late one night so I can fuck you on top of the dugout and fulfill your fantasy," Warren said.
"Ooooooh!!!"
* * *
"So, did you guys get anything done last night?" June asked them at practice the next day.
"You might say that," Sophia said.
"Yeah, we worked on some new moves," Warren said, deadpan.
"Lots of new moves," Sophia agreed, giggling.
June looked at them strangely. "You guys all right?"
"Sure. Never better." Warren supplied.
"You're acting strange."
"We're always strange!" Warren asserted.
"Just check center ice. There might be a puddle or two," Sophia said, and then skated away, laughing, leaving June shaking her head in befuddlemen
t.
Chapter 88 - Not Again
They were on the ice at the University of Wisconsin, in their first practice with Kathy Sleighter, their new coach there. She had met them over a cup of coffee, chatted a bit, and then asked them to do their programs from last year, so she could see them run through a couple of completed programs from close-up. "I wasn't at Nationals the last two years--I took a break from coaching to have a kid--so I've only seen you two on TV."
They ran through last year's original dance and free dance, then skated up to Kathy. "Oh my God, I can't believe your speed! You guys can get speed from the smallest movements, it's incredible."
"That's always been one of our strengths," Sophia said.
"That's a good question. What do you consider your strengths?"
"The speed thing, an ability to skate close together that's almost innate, a romantic style of presentation that appeals to an audience," Sophia said.
"Musical awareness, good choreographic sense, and we're a couple on the ice, not just two people skating together. We also match well physically." Warren added.
"What about weaknesses?' Kathy asked.
"Sometimes we get too into the music," Sophia said. "We go with our first musical instinct, and not necessarily our first technical or difficulty-enhancing instinct. We can be sloppy, especially on compulsories. Oh, and we can't act worth beans," Sophia added with a smile.
"Our musical choices can be anachronistic or unusual, which I consider a strength but others don't. Our line, the pointing of toes, that kind of stuff, needs work. Plus, we're mismatched in ability to some degree," Warren said.
"Oh, here we go again," Sophia said with a chuckle.
"What do you mean?" Kathy asked.
"One member of this team is a better skater than the other member of this team," Warren said. "Hint: I'm not the better one."
Kathy just laughed. "Warren, I did not see much disparity. Honestly. She's better on turns than you are, by a bit, and that's all."
"This is a very old conversation," Sophia told her. "When we started skating together, I was a lot better, because I had the dance background. He's caught up, but I can't convince him of that."
"Well, I hear it, actually. On the internet, and from commentators," Warren pointed out. "I don't know if that's just because she grabs more attention than I do, that might be it."
"What do you mean?" Kathy asked.
"Everybody watches her no matter what I'm doing," Warren said with a laugh.
"He's got a complex about this," Sophia said.
"Not really. I just know what is. Hey, if I were in the audience, I wouldn't be watching me, either."
"Maybe we can accentuate you, Warren, more than you have been," Kathy pointed out.
"Why? Heck, we're third in the world. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?" Warren said.
"Actually, our new OD does accentuate him, because there's so much fast footwork, which is his strength," Sophia pointed out.
"Let's see it," Kathy told them.
They ran through "If You Can't Rock Me" as Kathy watched, taking mental notes.
"Great. Let's see the new free dance." They did "Romeo and Juliet."
"OK," Kathy said. "Go get changed. We'll have a cup of coffee and talk."
They did, and met her in the snack bar a few minutes later.
"OK, here's my thoughts, and my plan. The OD is great, and it's on its way to being stupendous. No worries, we just need to touch it up."
"Agreed," said Sophia.
"OK. Romeo and Juliet needs work, but it's got the beginnings and potential to be fantastic. I love the concept, I love how you guys carry it out, but it needs work. Right now, that's the program that highlights two of your weaknesses--it's too reliant on the music, and it's too Sophia-centric. We need to add more difficulty, and especially more difficulty for Warren."
"OK," said Warren.
"Here's my plan. We nail the OD down now, because we need that right away. You can't do another OD at Skate Canada; you need to do a swing, so we need it ready for then. When you guys can skate it in your sleep, then we go to work on Romeo and Juliet. If it's not ready, and you have to do the Sinatra program for Skate Canada--heck, for the whole Grand Prix--who cares? Just as long as Romeo and Juliet is ready--and I mean really ready--for Nationals and the Olympics."
"Hmmmm. Never thought of it that way," Warren said.
"It's a good plan, though," Sophia said.
"Agreed," said Warren.
"Great!"
* * *
Classes had started, and Sophia had a problem. He was in her American History class, and his name was Michael Bjornsen.
He was a transfer, from Wisconsin-Green Bay, and was a sophomore Computer Science major. And he was seriously infatuated with Sophia.
She thought to herself, here we go again, but she knew that wasn't entirely accurate. He was not Eduardo, he was sweet and kind. And she didn't feel any sparks. But, boy, was he persistent.
"So, what are you doing this Saturday?" Michael asked her about a month into the semester, not for the first time.
"Mike, I'm busy," she said with a smile.
"Jeez, you're always busy."
"Mike, I've been trying to let you down easy, but that's not working," Sophia sighed. "I have a boyfriend. A very serious boyfriend."
"You do?"
"Yeah," she smiled. "I do like you, you know, and if I weren't attached, I'd think about it. But I am attached."
"No chance?" he asked her.
"Sorry. I've been with him for more than four years."
"Jeez, you should want some variety by now," Mike joked.
She couldn't help but laugh. "Nice try."
* * *
Sophia never mentioned Warren's name to Mike. If she had, Mike would have discovered that his dream girl's boyfriend lived on his floor.
In fact, that evening, Mike was in Warren's room, bemoaning his plight. Papa Bear was also there.
"She's perfect. Beautiful, smart, sexy, funny, sweet. I've been asking her out since the first week of class, and she kept putting me off. She figured I'd get the hint and give up. No, not me--so she finally gets tired of my unceasing attention and spills the beans--she's got a boyfriend."
"Damn, that's rough," said Warren.
"Yup," agreed Paul.
"Ah, how would you guys know? You both have girlfriends. And Caitlin is a peach. I've never met yours, Warren."
"Yeah, she rooms with Cait, so it just seems I end up up there and Cait comes down here. You'll get to meet her today, though."
"Cool! Hey, be right back, got to use the can."
He walked back in about three minutes later.
"Damn! Guess what? My dream girl is walking down the hall. She just turned the corner--didn't see me. I ducked in here. Damn, what's she doing on this floor?"
"Maybe her boyfriend lives here," Paul pointed out.
"I know everybody's girlfriend on this floor, I think," Warren said. "Mike, what's her name?"
"Sophia. Sophia Daniels."
Warren tried to stifle his chuckle. It didn't work. "Well, Mike, I hate to tell you this, but she's about to knock on this door."
"Huh?"
"And another thing," Warren said, grinning, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't hit on my girlfriend, OK?"
Just then the door knocked. "Pookie?" Warren asked, and Sophia stepped through the door.
"Hi, Snugglebear. Hi Paul." Then she looked and saw Mike standing in the corner. "Mike? Hi, what are you doing here?"
"I live down the hall. I don't need to ask you what you're doing here, Warren just told me. I didn't know he was your boyfriend."
"Yup," she smiled.
"Great. Listen, I'll see you guys later, OK?" Mike hastily beat it out the door.
"There goes a lovesick human being," proclaimed Papa Bear. "Unrequited love sucks, I know that much."
"I know. He's a nice guy, too," Sophia said. "Damn, why did he have to fall for me? I hate hurting people."
"I know you do. If I had known Mike was the guy you were talking about that was hitting on you, I would have tried to let him down easy before this," Warren said.
* * *
Warren and Paul were eating breakfast the next morning, and were pleased to see Mike walk over with his tray of food to join them.
"Yo," he said. "Listen, Warren, I want to apologize for getting all goofy last night when Sophia showed up."
"No need," Warren said. "Been there, done that."
"What do you mean?"
"Look, when I first met Sophia, not only did she have a boyfriend, but said boyfriend... well, let's just say that the boyfriend did not treat her well. So, not only was I dealing with the whole unrequited love thing, I also knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she'd be a lot better off with me. And I was only fourteen at the time, and had never had so much as a date, much less a girlfriend. I shudder to think what would have happened if we hadn't finally got together."
"Yeah, I can see that," Mike said. "But, think of it this way--I know I've only known you for a month, but I know you well enough to have figured out that you probably treat Sophia like a princess."
"She'd agree with that," Warren said with a smile.
"Right. When 'the boyfriend' was just an abstract, I could dream, right? But when the boyfriend is Warren, my floormate, who I like--well, that's different. She's yours, I have no chance." He sighed. "Ah, hell, it was just an infatuation anyway. So, it was a little difficult yesterday, but I'm fine." He smiled at Warren. "Just so you understand what a lucky son of a bitch you are."
