Dance of a Lifetime

by Frank Downey

  "Right. Now, the French won Skate Canada, with a new Russian team in second, and the Brits in third."

  "New Russian Team. Arggghh. That's all we need."

  "Yeah. Yelena Kuznetsova and Dmitri Vasilyevskiy, they won Junior Worlds last year. Moving on to Nation's Cup, Yatserova and Vaglach won that, also. Italians in second and the Hungarians in third. And, Lalique just finished, and the French actually lost it, to Brenneman and Watts, the Brits. The Irish couple were third again."

  "Ah. So there seems to be a wee bit of a shakeup."

  "Somewhat, yeah. And now we get to go to Russia the day after tomorrow and jump into the fire."

  "Yeah. I'll be glad to get back on the ice, but I'm worried. We're barely ready."

  "Ah, we'll be fine," Warren assured her.

  "I hope so. I just seem so out of sorts. Jeez, my boobs started leaking in the middle of practice today. And that's not getting into that they're bigger. That's one thing that you don't think about-how breastfeeding will affect your ability to ice dance."

  "Maybe you should stop. You've been breastfeeding for three months now. Maybe we should switch to formula," Warren said.

  "I'm thinking about it. I'd rather not, though, if I can help it, not yet."

  "Is everything else OK?"

  "Yeah, the muscles are responding," she said. "I feel fit. No more pain, either."

  "Good."

  "Oh, yeah, and something else seems to be coming back, too."

  "What?"

  "My libido," she giggled. "It's been a while," she said softly.

  "Yes, it certainly has."

  "You've been patient."

  "I've been masturbating. A lot." Sophia giggled at him. "But I know that you've been tired, what with the skating and Betsy waking us up in the middle of the night, so I wasn't going to push it."

  "And I'm grateful, but the doctor said six weeks, and I've shut you off for three months." She looked over at him, they were sitting side by side on the couch. "Betsy's upstairs?"

  "Yeah, your Mom and Kate are tag-teaming her."

  "Good." She leaned over and kissed Warren. "It's time to reward my loving fiancé for his patience," she giggled.

  "Is that door locked?" Warren asked.

  "Yes. Now kiss me, you fool!"

  He did. They necked for a while, and then Sophia smiled at him, stood up, and grabbed his hand, leading him from the couch to the bed. He quickly tackled her, making her giggle, and took her mouth in his. As he did so, his hand fluttered lazily on her breast.

  "Oh, I missed this," Sophia breathed. Warren just smiled, and kissed her again, as his hand unbuttoned her blouse. That and her bra were quickly removed, and Warren kissed his way down her neck and then went right for her breasts.

  "Oh, honey, that feels wonderful, but you might get a surprise," Sophia giggled.

  He did. Sophia could feel the breast milk flow out of her and into Warren's mouth. "So, how's it taste?"

  "Good, actually. Sweeter than I expected," Warren told her. He went back to it.

  Sophia laid back and enjoyed it. It felt wonderful. Not only was it arousing as usual, but she had felt a little full, and he was taking care of that in a hurry. She started softly moaning and gasping, and she felt his hand go down to her jeans, undoing the snap. She raised her hips to aid him in sliding her jeans off. In no time, she felt his hand sliding up and down her pussy.

  "Oh, boy did I miss this!" Sophia gasped.

  "You weren't ready until now," Warren told her.

  "True, but I am really ready," Sophia laughed. "OOOOHHHH!!!" she moaned as he slipped a finger into her pussy. "Oh God that's good. Unnngggghhhh... Oh, I'm so pent up this won't take long!"

  Warren laughed at that, and kept up the pressure with his mouth on her breast as he slid two fingers in and out of her pussy. "OHGODOHGOD!" she yelled, and quickly came. As she did, Warren felt his mouth fill, and felt a warm "splootch" on his right cheek.

  Warren sat up, bemused, and waited, as Sophie came back down to earth. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him. Then she noticed the wetness of his cheek.

  "What happened?" she asked.

  "You squirted. When you came. From both of them, but my mouth was on your right one. Your left one got me in the cheek."

  Sophia broke up in laughter. "Hmm, who knew lactation could be so fun, huh?" She reached up and pulled Warren towards her. "Here, let me help you with that," she joked, kissing and lapping at his cheek. "Hmm, you're right, it is sweet," she giggled. She looked into his eyes, kissed him, and said, "Warren, I need your tongue."

  "Of course you do. And what, may I ask, do I get in return?"

  "More milk in your eye?" she giggled.

  "I'm not sure that's a fair deal." He crawled down beneath her legs anyway.

  "OK, let me think, I'll come up with something," she smirked. "Oh jeez," she moaned as his tongue hit her pussy. "Oh, Warren, OH, I missed this!"

  He looked up at her with a gleam in his eye, and just kept at it. It didn't take long before she was cumming, and not long after that she was cumming a second time. Warren crawled up beside her to let her calm down, and noticed the wetness on her breasts. He bent down to lick it off.

  "Hmmmm," Sophia purred. "Oh, you are the master."

  "Thank you, mistress."

  Sophie giggled. "I'm not quite sure about this breast milk squirting all over the place when I cum thing, though."

  "It's fun."

  "As long as you don't mind."

  "Why would I mind?"

  "It's a wee bit messy."

  Warren reached down and stuck his finger in the pool that had collected between her legs, and rubbed a little on her thigh. "What, and this isn't?"

  "Good point," Sophia laughed. She reached up towards his shoulders, and pushed him down flat on the bed, climbing up on top of him. "You've waited long enough for this, Snugglebear." She went to straddle him.

  "Taking over, eh?"

  "You betcha." She bit her bottom lip. "Uh, I don't know how this is going to feel, so I wanted to control it. I know you're gentle, but..."

  "Fine by me, love," Warren grinned at her. She grinned back, and lowered herself on to him.

  "OOOF!" she cried.

  "Oh my God," Warren exclaimed. "Are you sure you just had a baby?"

  She giggled, though it was strained. "Hey, it's been three months. I think I'm a little shrunk."

  "I'll say. Easy does it, Pookie."

  "Uh-huh." She lowered herself down a little more. "Now it's easing up a bit."

  "Oh jeez. It's been three months and with you tightening up on me, I am not going to last long," Warren groaned.

  "I figured," Sophia grinned. Then she lowered herself down all the way. "OH GOD it's in... oh my,"

  "Oh my is right. Go slow, Pookie."

  "Good plan." She started to rock gently back and forth on his dick, raising herself up just a bit. "Oh, fuck, it feels so good to have you back inside me again."

  "Don't I know it," Warren leered.

  Sophia rocked gently on him for a bit, then started to pick up speed.

  "OH, fuck, Warren, not long now... OOH!"

  "I'm going with you, Pookie." He pulled her down on top of him, her hips still pistoning up and down on his. He took one of her breasts in his mouth.

  "OH SHIT!" she screamed, and started spasming. Her breast squirted into his mouth-the other one hitting his shoulder-as she came, hard. He joined her almost immediately.

  "Oh, that was explosive!" Sophia said after flopping down on top of Warren.

  "I'll say. You OK?" Warren asked her.

  "Perfectly peachy," she giggled. "Love you."

  "Love you, too."

  "Now that I've relieved us of our enforced celibacy, maybe we'll skate better," Sophia said with a gleam in her eye.

  Warren exploded with laughter, "It sure can't hurt!"

  Chapter 113 - A New Season

  Sophia and Warren, plus Ellen and Betsy, got onto a plane to head to Cup of Russia.r />
  "Lessee," Warren said after they had arrived, "Boston to New York. New York to Paris. Paris to Moscow. And with a three month old. We must be nuts."

  "We already knew that, dear," Sophia teased him.

  "I'm just glad your Mom is here," Warren smiled at Sophia and Ellen.

  "Hey, I always wanted to be a world traveler. Russia and Japan in two weeks, I love it," Ellen said.

  "Yeah, but did you always want to be a Nanny?" Warren teased.

  "For my first-born granddaughter? You betcha!"

  One of their biggest problems was trying to schedule Betsy's feeding time around practices. Sophia could pump, and have Ellen feed Betsy, but, as Sophia said, "That doesn't do anything for me feeling full, and feeling full in the boobs is not conducive to good ice dancing."

  Their second practice there, they had a problem. They had managed to finish the run-through of their long program, but were still on the ice, working on some moves, when they heard the screaming.

  "Is that ours?" Sophia asked Warren down on the ice.

  "I do think so," Warren said. Sophia got off the ice, yanked off her skates, and ran into the stands. Ellen and a clearly hungry Betsy met them.

  "I'll take her. Snugglebear, got my skates?" Sophia asked Warren, who had come up behind her. He lifted up the skates. "Good, I'm going to take her into the locker room and see if I can find a quiet corner."

  She went down to the locker room, and settled on a bench out of the way. Unbuttoning the front of her practice dress, she opened her breastfeeding bra and Betsy latched on.

  She sat, for a few minutes, but someone must have heard Betsy's suckling, because a small blonde, about sixteen, peered around the corner.

  "OH! Sorry, I did not know..."

  "That's all right," Sophia laughed. "We're all girls here. I figured somebody would spot me."

  The young blonde looked at her. "You Sophia Daniels, yes?"

  Sophia smiled at the halting English and clear accent. "Yes, I am."

  "I am Yelena. Yelena Kuznetsova."

  "Ah, yes, the new Russian team. You guys won Junior Worlds last year, right?"

  "Da. We love you, your skating. We big fans."

  "Thank you. That's always nice to hear." Betsy had stopped suckling. "Ah, I think somebody's done." Sophia pulled her away and refastened her bra and buttoned her dress. She chuckled to herself at seeing Yelena turn away.

  "Done. You need a burp, sweetie," Sophia said, holding Betsy's stomach with her hand and gently patting her back.

  Yelena had turned back. "That... that your baby?"

  "Yeah. Betsy." Betsy let out a large burp. "That's a girl. Let's change you while we're at it."

  Yelena looked at the baby. "She very beautiful. Betsy?"

  "Betsy. It's short for Elizabeth. Elizabeth Olga Kelleher."

  "Olga?" Yelena asked. "Baby has Russian name?"

  "Yeah, a Russian middle name. She's named after Olga Bradochkina. Her first name is after Liz Cushman, the singles skater."

  Yelena's eyes boggled. "You name baby after Bradochkina?"

  "Olga's a dear friend of ours."

  "You like Bradochkina?" Sophia nodded. "Wow. I never meet, but I hear she is... I don't know English... I hear she is suka."

  "Suka? Yeah, I know what that means. In English, it's bitch. Warren speaks Russian," Sophia giggled. "No, actually, Olga is not a suka. That's all an image. She's really very sweet. I'll show you something." She rummaged in Betsy's bag. "When Olga found out I was pregnant, she sent us a whole bunch of stuff." She pulled out the rattle with St Basil's Cathedral on it-Betsy's favorite. "Y'see, I've got a Russian rattle, and"... she kept rummaging..." this!" She pulled out the baby-sized fur hat.

  "Wow a baby Russian hat!" Yelena exclaimed. She sat next to Sophia as Sophia placed the hat on Betsy's head. "Olga send this? It's so cute!"

  "It's still a little big for her," Sophia chuckled, "but by next winter, it will fit perfectly." Betsy was swatting at the hat which was covering her eyes. "Keeps her warm in this cold Moscow weather, though."

  Yelena laughed. The two chatted for a while, then Sophia went to join Warren.

  "I just met Yelena Kuznetsova," Sophia told him. "She's a nice kid."

  The competition at Cup of Russia was decent for Sophia and Warren. They finished second, behind the defending World Champs Yatserova and Vaglach, which was fine with them. They weren't completely at full speed yet. Kuznetsova and Vasilyevskiy beat out Evan and Shawna for third.

  "They're good, but beating Evan and Shawna was a gift," Warren commented.

  "Of course. They're Russian," Sophia agreed cynically.

  They flew right from Moscow to Sapporo, Japan, for the NHK trophy. Having done their programs in front of an audience had helped, and they were better at NHK, winning the event. A big surprise at that event was the Italians defeating the French for second place.

  Sophia and Warren pocketed their prize money, and prepared for the Grand Prix Finals, which their results in Russia and Japan had qualified them for. It would be held two weeks after the NHK, in Salt Lake City.

  The ISU, in their infinite lack of wisdom, had come up with a new format for the Grand Prix finals this year. There would be no compulsories. There would be an original dance, and two free dances. Most of the skaters thought it was ludicrous, but such was the ISU. The idea was so that the fans wouldn't get bored watching the same free dance all season. Of course, everybody used a free dance or long program from a previous year, so they were old programs anyway.

  Most used last year's programs, but Sophia and Warren decided to go further back than that-they pulled the Glenn Miller program out of mothballs. "We did that our first year at Worlds, we've never done it on a true world stage," Sophia reasoned. They spent most of the two weeks between NHK and the finals polishing it up. They felt they had Riverdance down, they felt they had their OD down, and they expected to win this competition.

  It didn't get off to a glittering start. They did their OD on a Friday morning. Three judges did put them in first-but the other six put them in fourth, behind Yatserova/Vaglach, the French Borisina/Dravouche, and Kuznetsova/Vasilyevskiy. Those six judges were from Russia, France, Italy, Germany, Ukraine, and Hungary. It looked like the usual suspects working together again. The Brits, Brenneman and Watts, whose OD had been getting raves all year, were down in sixth. The crowd heartily booed the results.

  "It's ridiculous. If it were Brenneman and Watts, I could see it. Even if we were second to Yatserova and Vaglach, although I wouldn't agree with it. But the French sucked and the other Russians are not up to our level," Warren told June, their coach, and Sophia.

  Things changed that night, however, in the first free dance. Sophia and Warren were livid, and went out and did the Glenn Miller program in a fury. They were clearly the class of the field, and the German and Hungarian judges must have decided they couldn't in good conscience mess with the standings. They joined the American, British, and Canadian judges in placing Warren and Sophia first.

  The same thing happened the next day, in the second free dance, with even the Italian judge joining in. Warren and Sophia won, with Brenneman and Watts second, Kuznetsova and Vasilyevskiy third. Yatserova and Vaglach, the world champions, could do no better than fourth.

  "Did you see the Russian judge afterwards? He looked like he was going to bust a blood vessel," Sophia giggled to Warren after it was all over.

  "Yup. Oh, and I heard something interesting. Evidently he was seen afterwards screaming at the German and Italian judges. And I also heard the ISU is investigating that," Warren told her.

  "Hmmm."

  They had been home for about a week, getting ready for Christmas-Betsy's first. Warren had gone out to do some shopping. When he got home, Sophia was waiting for him.

  "I got an interesting phone call while you were out."

  "More ISU shenanigans?"

  "Nope," she giggled. "This goes in the realm of publicity. I got a call from Maxim magazine. They want to do an
interview and a photo spread on me. They even want me to do the cover. That's a men's magazine, right?"

  "Yeah," Warren told her.

  "I told them I wasn't sure, because they only want me, but they told me they were a men's magazine and that's why they only wanted me. I'm still not sure."

  "Why, because it's only you?"

  "Yeah," Sophia admitted.

  "Well, you shouldn't turn it down because of that, but, have you ever read Maxim?"

  "No, have you?"

  "Yeah. If they are going to do a pictorial of you, it's going to be very revealing. They don't do full nudity, but they get awfully close. You'd be showing a whole lot of skin."

  "Hmmm. What do you think?" she asked him.

  "Honestly? I love the idea." Sophia laughed at him. "Really. You all over a magazine? Love to see it."

  "So, this mag is kind of risque, huh?"

  "Yeah. Think of Playboy, only hipper, and without the full nudity. But guys read it, and, if it can get more guys to watch skating, hey."

  "That's kind of what the guy on the phone said-they want to do it as a 'hey, you guys that think skating's a chick sport, you don't know what you're missing' kind of thing."

  "Right," Warren laughed. "What are they missing? Sophia's left one, and Sophia's right one. And, if you go to a skating show in your neighborhood, you too can get a look at this cleavage!"

  Sophia doubled over with laughter. "Has any skater done anything like this?"

  "Not anyone in the peak of their career, or still eligible. The only one I know of is Katarina Witt, and she did it on the downside of her career. Of course, she was in Playboy, and bared it all."

  "So, if I do this, the Powers That Be in skating are going to have a snit, aren't they?" Sophia asked.

  "I'd put money on it. You'd be corrupting their pristine little sport."

  "You don't mind?"

  "Nope. Like I said, it's great. Let the men of America drool over your cleavage, I'm the only one that gets to fondle."

  Sophia laughed again. "I'm gonna do it!"

  Chapter 114 - Kate's Story

  Chad Kozak drove home the last week of August. He was exhausted. School had yet to start-wouldn't, in fact, for a week-but Chad was on the football team and late August was time for two-a-days.