by Frank Downey
Suddenly, she ground her pussy into Warren's mouth, screeching as she devoured his cock, and then she stiffened. She grabbed around his legs, digging her fingers into his thighs, as she spasmed on top of him. Through all this, she never let up on his cock, and he quickly followed, spurting his cum into her throat. That, plus his unceasing work on her pussy, sent her into orbit a second time as she completely milked him.
"Oh my fucking head," she exclaimed as she rolled off of him, still panting.
"I know what you mean." Warren said. "Man, you wear me out."
"The feeling, my love, is mutual." She crawled up so she was lying next to him. "I think Mr. Happy needs a rest," she said, looking down. "I think I do, too," she admitted.
"Come here," he pulled her on top of him, and wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled her head into his chest.
"Ah, this is so nice," Sophia said. "Honey?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. For what?"
She giggled at that. "For making my life complete, that's for what."
"I can thank you for the same thing, you know."
"I was talking to Liz, after she won, in our room. She said that her Olympics had been so much better than her first one. And there were a lot of reasons for that--she won, she stayed in the village, she made sure she had more fun with what was going on--but she said the biggest and best change was that Rich was there with her. She said she was jealous of me that, not only were you there, you were going through everything with me, step by step, including competing. It made me realize how lucky I am."
"Yeah, I thought of that myself. Actually, I realized it during the pairs."
"Huh?"
"Watching the Canadians. They're as in love as we are, and it shows, and they must have had the same thrill we did, to be able to share this with the person you love."
"Yeah, you're right. The greatest two weeks of my life, that's for sure, and all the better because you were there with me."
"Amen."
Sophia looked down, and giggled. "Mr. Happy seems to have recuperated."
"Well, you've been grabbing at him for the past five minutes."
"Yup. Warren, make love to me, please."
He rolled her over. "Gladly." She spread her legs to allow him to enter her, which he did, slowly and deliberately.
She smiled up at him as he moved in and out of her, still pacing himself. "I love you, Warren. I love this with you."
He grinned down at her. "You just remember that when we're an old married couple with seven screaming kids. Heck, you just remember that when we've got the one screaming kid."
"I don't plan on ever forgetting it," she said. "Oooooooh... oh fuck..."
"You are the most beautiful thing in the world."
"Uhhhh... mmmmmmm... I'll bet you say that to all the girls..."
"Nope."
"You're so sweet." She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you so much," she whispered in his ear. "Oh, God, Warren... oh, harder, honey, faster... unnngggghhhhh..."
He picked up the pace, but just a bit, trying to build them both up. Sophia's squeals got louder and more frequent as Warren slowly and deliberately fucked her.
"Oh God Oh God... not much longer now... oh yeah... almost..." Sophia gasped, and then screamed, her orgasm taking over. Warren kept pumping right through her orgasm. As she gasped and moaned, he built up to his own cum, which quickly came.
"Shit," Sophia said after Warren climbed off of her. She touched her stomach. "I wonder what Sprout thinks off all this bouncing around?"
Warren laughed. "Sprout probably got more bouncing when you were jumping up and down after we won the medal... and after Liz won the medal... and after we got engaged."
Sophia laughed. "You got a point, darling."
"Just as long as Sprout knows how much Daddy loves Mommy, that's all that matters."
Sophia leaned over and kissed him. "You're still so sweet!"
Chapter 104 - The Politics Of Dancing
Warren and Sophia did make it to the bookstore, in a mall near campus. They bought all kinds of books on pregnancy and parenthood. Warren bought a couple of romances to read on the plane to London for Worlds.
"You're the only guy I know that reads romances," Sophia giggled.
"Hey, I like 'em."
They went to the food court to get some lunch.
"Ah, this is so nice," Sophia said as they sat down with their meals. "Just to take an afternoon to go shopping. Since we got back from the Olympics, we've done nothing more than study and practice skating for Worlds."
"Yup. But Worlds is the week after next, and then we'll get to rest a bit. Especially when school ends."
"Yeah, then I just get to have a baby. Some rest."
"True, but you'll get to rest before the baby comes. You'll have me to wait on you hand and foot, remember."
"Oh goody!" She took a bite of her salad. "Olga and Nikolai aren't going to Worlds, that's been confirmed. They're pros now."
"Which makes us the favorites."
"Yeah, but I don't count on that. Not until I see the judging panel," Sophia said.
"Good point."
"Hey, look over there!" Sophia said.
"What?"
"A maternity shop!"
"You want to look around after we eat?"
"Yeah! I do need maternity clothes."
"Sure, if they've got the summer ones out."
They did, and Sophia found quite a few things. "You know, some of this stuff is cute!" Sophia said. "I figured I'd be looking for the best-colored tent, but these are actual clothes. Bigger, but actual clothes."
"Yeah, you picked out some good stuff. Of course, you'd look good in a burlap sack."
"You just keep remembering to flatter me when I get all fat and uncoordinated."
"Won't forget it for a second."
* * *
Sophia was 3 1/2 months pregnant by the time Worlds started, but she still felt fine. "No problems," she told a group of their friends at lunch before the competition started. "The morning sickness is gone, and I'm not big enough to get any of the aches and pains yet, and my energy is fantastic."
"And we've been skating really well," Warren added.
They nailed all their practices, and were ready for the compulsories. They finished second, behind the Canadians Damphier and Gaudler, in the first compulsory.
The second compulsory was the quickstep, one of their better ones, but it was also a good one for Renee and Christian. "Second would be fine," Warren said. "We'll be right where we want to be."
They didn't finish second. They didn't finish first. They finished fifth. They skated perfectly, a compulsory that a month earlier had defeated every couple here except Renee and Christian--and, here, it finished fifth.
"Fifth! They've got to be kidding!" Warren fumed backstage.
"Look at the panel," Kathy, one of their coaches, said. "Russia, France, Germany, Ukraine. On a CD panel with only seven judges, that was enough. The other three judges had you in second."
"In other words, it was rigged," Sophia said.
"You got it."
"Thus endeth all hopes for a world championship," Warren said disgustedly.
The judging panel for the OD and free dance ended up with enough judges from the Judging Mafia to control the panel. Warren and Sophia managed to finish second in the OD, but still weren't happy. "No way that OD should ever lose to Yatserova and Vaglach unless we fall down three times," Sophia said.
"Yeah, and they set it up so that the French can beat us in the free dance, and drop us down to third."
That's exactly what happened. Yatserova and Vaglach won the gold medal, with the French in second. Warren and Sophia finished third.
"Unbelievable," Warren said.
"The good thing is, I heard a couple of officials from the USFSA making one hell of a stink," Kathy told them. "Won't change the results, but..."
"Sometimes this sport
gives me an ulcer," Sophia said.
They were fairly mild-mannered in the television interview, but admitted they were "disappointed and baffled by the results," as Sophia put it.
"Do you think that there is collusion amongst certain judges?' the interviewer asked them.
"What we think is that the ISU should be asking those questions, that's what we think," Warren said.
"When do you think you'll be back skating after the baby is born?" the interviewer asked. "By Nationals?"
"Definitely by Nationals, if not sooner, but that's if we decide to come back," Sophia said.
"You might not?" the interviewer said, surprised.
"We need to decide if the aggravation is worth it," Warren said.
* * *
Flying home from London, they were determined not to get down about it.
"Hey, we won a silver medal at the Olympics, so it's been a good year," Warren said.
"Yeah, and we'll knock 'em dead with Riverdance next year!" Sophia said.
Chapter 105 - Future Plans
Sophia and Warren weren't back from Worlds long before Warren's phone rang. It was Curtis Ingalls, the president of the US Figure Skating Association.
"Warren, were you guys serious?"
"About what?"
"About not coming back next year."
Warren sighed. "Well, you know Sophia's pregnant."
"Yeah, but, I thought you were going to shoot for Nationals. If you take the whole year off, it could damage your standing," Curtis pointed out.
"Oh, Curtis, if we take next year off, that would be it for us, for eligible competition. We'd just go to school. Or, we could go to Stars on Ice--we've already had an offer."
Curtis didn't say anything for a minute. "Wait a minute... you're thinking retirement? I thought you had already decided to stay in for four years?"
"That was before we got screwed at Worlds."
"That's not going to happen again."
"You can't guarantee that, Curtis. Not as long as the ISU is headed by that moron The Speedskater, and controlled by all the Russians whispering in his ear." The Speedskater was a derogatory term used by figure skaters to describe the head of the International Skating Union, who had come from the speedskating side of the sport.
"That's going to change, Warren. Trust me on that one, OK?"
"Curtis, I like you. You're a good man. We'll think about it, is all I can promise."
"All right. Should we schedule you guys for the Grand Prix?"
"Cup of Russia and NHK, because those are the last two. But that's tentative, we don't know if Sophia will be ready to skate by then."
"Fair enough." Curtis sighed. "Now I know what Dennis Anderson feels like."
"Dennis Anderson?"
"He's the head of the Canadian federation. Damphier and Gaudler are going pro, because they're tired of it, too."
"Damn. Well, they've been screwed for longer than we have!"
"True."
* * *
Sophia got a phone call later that week from the Canadian pairs skater Jennie Sellers.
"How are you feeling?" Jennie asked her.
"Fine. Morning sickness is gone, and I'm not in the 'I feel fat' stage yet."
Jennie giggled. "Did you hear about Christian and Renee?"
"Yeah. Truth be told, we've considered it."
"Ice dance judging can be maddening, even to those of us just watching," Jennie agreed. "Anyhow, Renee and Christian have decided to sit on their decision for a year. They are going to take next year off, do Stars on Ice and some of the pro-ams, but not do anything that would cost them their eligibility just yet."
"Ah," Sophia said. "Skate Canada putting the screws in?"
"And how. Us, too. We had originally planned to stay in, because we didn't expect to win a gold medal. Now, we're not sure, and Skate Canada is begging us to stay in, for the next four years."
"That bad?"
"Sophia, where are the next Olympics being held?"
"Ah," Sophia replied. "I get it." The next Olympics were in Quebec City.
"Yup. Defending gold medallists, going for a second in skating-mad Canada? The federation, understandably, wants that. And, with Denis being Quebecois, that's even better." Denis Poulin was her partner. "So, we'd have not just Canadian champions, but a Francophone Canadian champion, in Quebec City, defending his championship. Denis is from Trois-Rivieres, which is close enough to Quebec City. It would be a scene."
Sophia had to smile. "Jennie, you actually sound like the idea appeals to you."
"Truthfully, you're right. And it really appeals to Denis. We're going to take it year by year, but we're considering staying eligible. Now, if the next Olympics were anywhere else, we wouldn't. But it would be a trip, especially for Denis."
"That's a good point to consider. For us, as well--Quebec City is pretty close to Boston."
"That it is."
* * *
Warren and Sophia were on the ice, a few weeks before the end of the school year.
"Oy," Sophia said, "I may not be showing much yet, but my center of balance is definitely changing."
"I noticed," Warren agreed. "Especially during that last lift."
"You just make sure you don't drop me," Sophia smirked at him. "Precious cargo, and all that."
"You guys better think about getting off the ice soon," Kathy called over to them.
"Soon," Sophia agreed. "But I can still skate for a bit yet, and we need to get these programs figured out. If we want to make it to Cup of Russia, they have to be done before I get off the ice."
"I think you're nuts to even think about that," Kathy told them. "Shoot for Nationals."
"We might," Sophia said. "But, if we can make it to the Grand Prix, we want to. We're going to need the money," she admitted ruefully.
"And, making sure these programs are choreographed now, before we get off the ice, allows us to keep our options open," Warren pointed out.
"I am glad that Riverdance is almost done, though," Sophia giggled. "It's beginning to test my stamina."
"I'll bet," Kathy snorted. "That program is brutal even if you're not four and a half months pregnant!"
"You got that right," Warren agreed. "And I should know, because I'm not four and a half months pregnant." Sophia giggled and gave him a swat. "Thanks, honey," he said with a smirk. "At least the OD is more sedate." The Original Dance next year was a waltz, and Warren and Sophia were going to skate to "In Between Dances," a gorgeous slow country waltz by Pam Tillis.
"It is more sedate," Sophia agreed. "I can practice this for a while yet. I think we might have to skip the lifts for now, though!"
"I agree," Warren said. "I didn't bargain on lifting two of you."
Sophia swatted him again.
Chapter 106 - Back Home Again
Sophia and Warren were on the Massachusetts Turnpike headed for Oceanview. It was the middle of May.
"Remind me never to drive from Wisconsin to Massachusetts with a pregnant woman ever again," Warren grumbled good-naturedly.
"Was it that trying, dear?" Sophia smirked at him.
"It's just that I think I wore out the brakes. I've heard 'honey, pull over' so much in the last two days that I think I'll be hearing it in my sleep."
"Fine. You try sitting in a car for two days with a fetus sitting on your bladder."
"For that, my dear, the person carrying said fetus would have to be sitting on my lap. And, as delightful as that sounds, it would, no doubt, hinder my driving."
"Pig!"
"You know it." He grinned at her. "So, now that we're at home, are we finally going to schedule another ultrasound?"
"Already did it. Talked to my doctor at home last week. We have an appointment next Tuesday, with ultrasound."
"Great"
"So... are we gonna find out?"
"Find out what?"
"You know," Sophia grinned, "the ol' pink or blue thing."
Warren thought about that for a minute. "You wa
nt to?"
"I think so. It would make buying stuff easier."
"I suppose."
"Don't you agree? You wouldn't want to buy pink stuff and then have a boy, would you?"
Warren grinned. "Sophia, what color is the shirt I'm wearing?"
"Pink," Sophia said with a giggle.
"Right. I'm an ice dancer. I cry at sappy movies. I'm not a gender-role kind of guy."
"Hmmm. I never thought of it that way, but you've got a point."
"Although, I will agree, for a baby, you might have to do some of that. Because you sure as hell can't tell what they are by looking. If we have a girl and dress it in blue, nobody will know it's a girl and assume that we have A Boy Named Sue."
Sophia cracked up at that.
"However, I would like to know," Warren admitted.
"What do you want?" Sophia asked.
"It really doesn't matter. If I was pressed, I'd probably say girl."
"Really?"
"Really. I like girls."
"Uh-huh," Sophia smirked.
"Boy would be fun, girl would be fun. I don't care. What about you?"
"The same. As long as it's healthy. I would like to know, though," she grinned, "so we can play the what-to-name-it game."
"True."
* * *
They pulled up in front of Sophia's house. Ellen and Kate were there to greet them.
"Well, if it ain't Grandma and Aunt Kate!" Warren teased.
"You just stop it," Ellen grinned at him. "Hi, honey," she said to Sophia. "How are you feeling?"
"Not bad, considering. I have, however, become on intimate terms with every bathroom between Madison and Boston. Yeesh."
"Ah, the ol' bladder pressure. I remember it well."
After Warren and Kate loaded Sophia's stuff downstairs, Ellen fixed them all lemonade.
