Dance of a Lifetime

by Frank Downey

  "I don't think Dad knew you guys were skaters, he doesn't follow it. And I never knew Sophia's last name-I just knew I had a cousin named Sophia that I had never met. And Tara and Eric."

  "They're around here somewhere," Ellen told her. "You'll meet them later."

  "Hell, I just met Sophia Daniels, Warren Kelleher, and Liz Cushman. I don't think I can take too many more meetings," Siobhan said.

  "Get prepared," Liz giggled.

  "Prepared?" Siobhan asked.

  "Oh, let's see," Warren started. "Jack Garrison, Evan Pogdar, Shawna Vickers. Brett Tomlinson and Andrea Wallach."

  "Yup," Sophia added. "Oh, and Olga Bradochkina. Jennie Sellers and Denis Poulin."

  "Don't forget Christine," Liz said. "Arsenault," she told Siobhan.

  "Oh, and Tom Bellamy, too. He wasn't invited-because we didn't know him well-but he spent a week at my parents' house three weeks ago because we were choreographing for him. And now he's coming because he's my sister's date," Warren said.

  "I think I'm going to faint," Siobhan said.

  "That's Warren's job. Tomorrow. Right before he's supposed to say 'I do'," Sophia teased.

  "How old are you guys, anyhow?" Siobhan asked.

  "I'm 21," Sophia told him. "Warren's 20. I'm the older woman," she giggled.

  "And you're getting married? And you have a baby?" Siobhan asked.

  "We've been together since we were 14," Sophia told her.

  "Wow. That's so romantic!"

  "Where did you guys come from, anyway?" Sophia asked.

  "Wisconsin. We live right outside of Madison."

  "We go to UW!" Sophia said. "Well, we took this past year off, because of the baby, but we'll be juniors at UW in the fall."

  "That's right! I knew Daniels and Kelleher were at UW. I always kind of thought I might try to go sneak into a practice, but I never did."

  "Now you don't have to sneak," Sophia grinned at her.

  "Cool!"

  Sophia and Warren didn't really have a rehearsal dinner. Warren's parents had paid for a big dinner for everyone there, after the rehearsal, since everyone had pretty much come from out of town. Being that this was New England, they did it as an old-fashioned New England clambake. It was casual and fun, and everyone had a blast.

  Sophie and Warren found themselves at a table surrounded by skating friends, along with Jess and Crash-plus Warren's sister Kristin, who was there with Tom Bellamy. Warren noticed Siobhan at the next table, kind of skirting on the periphery, but looking on in undisguised awe.

  Warren pulled his chair over. "Siobhan. Slide in over here, join the crowd." Siobhan looked at him in surprise. He nodded and waved her over again. She moved her chair in, ending up in between Warren and Evan Pogdar.

  "Everybody know Siobhan? She's Sophie's long-lost cousin. She knows who all of you are, and she's in awe, so be nice," Warren said. Siobhan blushed, while everyone else laughed.

  "She should be in awe," Olga said, "after all, I am Bradochkina!"

  Siobhan was looking at her like she was royalty. Warren laughed and said, "Tone it down, Olga, she doesn't know your act."

  "Is not act."

  "Ignore her," Warren told Siobhan, "she's a legend in her own mind."

  "No, I am just legend," Olga said. "And at least I am legend for skating. You are legend for nakedness."

  "Too bad he didn't get hard, then he'd really be a legend," Sophia giggled.

  "Please. Seeing my brother in the altogether was bad enough," Kristin piped up, to general merriment.

  "So what's it like skating in the nude?" Evan asked.

  "Perky nips," Sophia laughed.

  "And receding testicles," Warren added. "They were fucking hibernating. How I managed to keep my mind on the program is beyond me. As if Sophie's perky nips weren't enough of a distraction."

  "I skated in the nude once," Jack Garrison said, "but that was a command performance for my wife."

  "And knowing your wife, she probably videotaped it," Christine laughed.

  "Where is she, anyhow?" Warren asked him.

  "Home with the kids. Amy's sick. She wanted me to come, though-she wanted one of us to be here."

  "That was nice of her," Sophia said.

  Just then Ellen came over with a crying Betsy. "Mama!" Betsy said happily.

  "Someone's hungry," Sophia said. "Anyone going to get offended?" she asked as she started to unbutton her blouse.

  "Soph, remember, we all saw your tits at Worlds," Evan laughed.

  "And they didn't do a thing for you," Warren joked.

  "Nope."

  Siobhan looked at them in confusion. "I'm gay," Evan said.

  "Oh," Siobhan replied. "Aren't a lot of figure skaters gay?"

  "Less than you'd think," Evan told her. "Of all the skaters at this table, the only ones that are gay are Shawna and myself."

  "Oh," Siobhan said.

  "Well, some of us are a little bit bi," Sophia said to laughter.

  Trying to preserve a bit of tradition, Warren and Sophia spent the night in separate rooms. Jessie was in Sophia's with her. Warren thought with a laugh that only one of them was being celibate tonight. That was OK, though, since Jess would have to live without either of them for the week of their honeymoon.

  Warren slept fine, and woke up at 7:00 as planned. Crash was going to come up to the room at 8. They were to order some breakfast from room service and get ready. Crash showed up right on time.

  "Hey, pal," Warren greeted him. They called down for some food. Warren noticed something.

  "Hey, Crash, you seem preoccupied."

  "Something happened last night," he admitted. "I, well, kind of spent the night with Liz."

  "Liz Cushman?"

  "Yeah. She's been around for two weeks, and so have I. We've gone out a couple times, you know. We really get along. But, I'll be honest, I didn't expect that to happen. She invited me up to her room for a drink, you know? Next thing I knew, we were in bed."

  "How was it?"

  "Unbelievable."

  "And, here's the big question-what happened this morning?"

  Crash sighed. "When you were apart from Sophie your first year in Wisconsin, I know you slept with a number of girls. Did you ever just end up in bed with one, not knowing or really planning that it was going to happen?"

  "A couple of times."

  "Wasn't it always awkward in the morning?" Warren nodded. "Me, too, the couple of times it's happened to me. This was weird. We woke up this morning, all tangled up in one another-and it was like we'd been sleeping together for ten years. It was the exact opposite of awkward. And I think she felt it, too." He grinned. "If I didn't have to come down here and do the best man gig, I'd probably still be up there gently fucking her brains our." He got serious again. "It was great. It was remarkable. It sucks."

  "It sucks?" Warren said with a laugh.

  "Yeah, it sucks. Tomorrow, she's going to be back in California. In less than a month, I'm going to be back in Chicago. She's already told me she's going to be with me tonight, but we haven't talked about anything past that-I don't even know when I'll ever see her again!"

  "End of October." Crash just looked at him. Warren grinned. "Skate America's in Chicago this year. You'll see Liz, and Sophie and me, we're all entered. Though I doubt you'll be paying much attention to Sophie and me."

  "Probably not," he grinned. Just then, the food arrived. They brought it in, tipped the guy, and sat down at the table in the room.

  "You really like her," Warren said.

  "Yeah, I really like her," Crash confirmed.

  "She's a big star, you know."

  "Ah, fuck that." Crash poured syrup on his pancakes. "Thanks to you and Sophie, I've been shown the world of figure skating. I've met Liz before, for one thing. I always thought she was cute, but this was the first time I've gotten to spend any time with her-besides which, she had that Rich guy for a while, and I had Jessie. But you introduced us, and I've always just seen her as a person. You are almost as b
ig a star as she is, and you're my best friend. It'd kind of made me immune to caring about that crap."

  "Good point."

  "I just don't see how anything can happen with us so far away from one another. And with so little time under our belts."

  "UCLA Law School, my friend."

  "Believe me, it's crossed my mind," Crash grinned. "We'll have to see what happens before then. So, you nervous?"

  "No, actually. I'm looking forward to it. I think it's been inevitable for so long that there's no need to get nervous."

  "Good point," Crash said with a sigh.

  "What's up?"

  "Oh, nothing. Just that at one point I thought Jess and I were going to be following you, you know? And know I'm back to that whole nervous new-thing shit."

  "I know. Glad I'm saved from that," Warren grinned.

  "Don't be so smug, asshole," Crash teased.

  "Why not?"

  "Well, yeah, I guess you got a right to be smug," Crash laughed. "You two are the perfect couple."

  "Yup." He got out of his seat. "Tux time."

  "Let's do it."

  They got into their tuxes, laughing and joking the whole time. "I feel so unnatural wearing this thing," Warren said.

  "Yeah, but there's that whole 'James Bond' thing," Crash laughed. "Besides which, you think you feel unnatural? Imagine Sophie. Wedding dresses all weigh a thousand pounds."

  "Too true." When they were all done up, they went down to the lobby. It was about quarter of ten. The wedding was due to start at eleven. They were there, chatting, greeting guests as they came in, or downstairs from their rooms. Warren's gaggle of ushers were all there, seating people.

  Warren and Crash found a quiet corner. "I need to tell Jessie about Liz. We don't check with each other, but she should know this one."

  "Want me to tell her?"

  "That might be easier."

  Just then-it was about a quarter past ten-Jessie and Liz rounded the corner to where Warren and Crash were standing. "Hey!" Warren said, seeing them in their lavender bridesmaid's dresses. "You two look fabulous!"

  "You guys don't look too bad yourself," Liz grinned.

  "I agree," Jess said. "Listen, Warren, I need your help with something. Come with me. Liz will entertain Jay."

  "OK," Warren said, following Jess. "Hey, there's something you need to know. Crash slept with Liz last night."

  "I know, Liz told me," Jess giggled. "Why do you think I brought her to entertain him? I'm happy for both of them. She really likes him."

  "He does, too. Though he's upset about the long distance thing." Jess looked at him. "Liz lives in California."

  "Oh, shit, I forgot about that," Jess said. "I hope they work it out."

  "Jess, you're remarkable."

  "Hey. We're still friends. I want him to be happy. And, honestly? Liz is probably perfect for him. She's far more independent than I am and a lot less insecure."

  "Where are you taking me, Jess?"

  "Just shut up." Jess came to a stop at the end of a corridor and peered around the corner. "Good. Coast is clear. Come on!" She grabbed Warren's hand and pulled him down the corridor, stopping at a door. She opened the door, pushed Warren in, and said, "Lock it behind you!" Then she closed it, leaving Warren on the other side in a large room. He locked the door and looked around.

  "What is going on here?" he asked.

  And then he saw her, as she emerged from an alcove on the other side of the room.

  She was wearing white ("Screw it," she had said, and Warren had agreed). It was a short-sleeve dress. The neckline was low, revealing a nice spot of cleavage. The sleeves were lacy, and the bodice had lace and pearls intertwined into it. It had a high waist, and a full skirt with a bit of a train. She was wearing a headdress over her curled hair. She grinned at him, her eyes sparkling.

  "God. You take my breath away," he said.

  "Me? What about you, handsome?" she said, walking up to him.

  "Isn't this bad luck, seeing you beforehand?"

  "Oh, to hell with that," she said. "You are here for a reason." She took off the coat to his tux and hung it up. "I want to make my deepest, darkest fantasy come true."

  "We're not in Fenway Park, Pookie," he grinned.

  "Not that one. This one I've never told you about, because it had to wait until today." She walked over to a table in the room, and hoisted herself up, sitting on it. "I want you to make love to me in my wedding dress."

  "That could wait until afterwards, you know," Warren grinned.

  "No way. I want to have you in me when I walk down the aisle," Sophia said with a twinkle.

  Warren laughed, and put his hands on her waist as she sat on the table. "Oh, are you nasty!"

  "You know it." She reached down and started gathering the skirts of her dress. "Fuck your bride, Warren."

  He laughed, and his hands started moving up her legs, underneath her dress. "Most guys get the wedding night. I get the wedding morning." His hands came to a stop at her hips. "You're not wearing panties?"

  "Nope," she grinned.

  "You going to put some on afterwards?"

  "Nope!"

  "So you're going to walk down the aisle with cum dripping down your legs."

  "That's the idea," she giggled. "Hey, the dress is floor-length." She was undoing the buckle on his belt as she was saying this. "I have been dreaming about this for weeks," she giggled, going for the snap on his pants. "You won't even need any foreplay, because I'm soaked." She giggled. "And you can't kiss me, that'd ruin my makeup."

  "You're a nut." She had his pants down my now, and they both worked to gather her dress out of the way. He reached over and ran his finger up and down her pussy. She wasn't lying-she was drenched. "Oh, you were looking forward to this, weren't you?" Warren laughed.

  "Uh-huh," she beamed at him. "Put it in me, husband-to-be." He did, sliding slow and deep into her. "Oh GOD that's good!" she moaned.

  "I'm glad you thought of this, Pookie," he said to her.

  "So am I, Snugglebear," she giggled. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He had his hands on her hips, underneath the dress. He started moving in and out of her, slowly and deliberately. The skirt of the dress cascaded around their joined bodies.

  "Oh GOD," Sophia moaned, trying not to make too much noise as her arousal increased. Warren slowly plunged his cock in and out of her hot, wet passage. She was really into this. "Oh, God, honey...", she panted.

  "Are you gonna cum?" he growled in her ear.

  "Oh, yeah," she moaned. "Almost... oh fuck..." He started moving faster in and out of her.

  "Cum in your wedding dress, Pookie," he told her. "I want to see you cum."

  "Oh Warren!" she panted, and he felt her stiffen all around him. He saw the fabric of her dress shift as her stomach tightened, and then he felt her pussy contract around his dick. He also saw the start of a wail, and quickly kissed her to muffle the sound. He stopped for a bit as she came back down. She dreamily smiled at him, and then he started moving in and out of her again, slowly.

  "You didn't?" she said.

  "You'd been thinking of this all morning, you had an arousal head start," he teased.

  "GOOD!" She leaned back, so, instead of sitting on the table, she was lying on it, her legs still hanging off. She gathered the skirts of her dress up to her waist, to keep them out of the way in her new position. Warren looked down, and saw, for the first time, the white stockings and garter belt surrounding her pussy. Her legs were spread, his cock buried in her. The skirts of her dress were surrounding her torso, and she had a beatific smile on her face. However, with her lying on the table, Warren needed a better angle. He grabbed her thighs, right above the back of her knee, and lifted her legs up while spreading them further. He plunged back into her.

  "OH SHIT!" Sophie howled. "Oh, God, that hits just right!" Warren grinned, and started pounding in and out of her. Her hands clutched the skirts of her dress, and her head was thrashing wildly back and forth on the table. She was
squeaking every time he hit bottom. Warren hoped that Jess was keeping the coast clear, because anyone standing outside of that door was going to hear Sophie!

  "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she moaned, as Warren plunged his dick deep into her sopping wet hole. "Oh God YES!" She was pounding back at him with every stroke, somehow, despite not having much leverage. "AYIEEEE! AYIEEE! AYIEEE! Oh shit CUMMMMINNNNGGGGG!!!" she howled, as her back bowed over the table and she drove her pussy into his crotch. He kept plowing through her orgasm, and the poured his essence into her with a mighty grunt.

  She caught her breath, then looked up at him. "You stud," she grinned.

  "Cumslut."

  "Oh, I like that one," she grinned wider. He held out his hands to her, she took them with hers, and he pulled her back up into a sitting position.

  "Now, now. No kissing, remember," she teased.

  "I think Jess is going to have to touch up that makeup anyhow," Warren laughed.

  "Oh, GOD. That was fantastic. I feel so naughty!"

  "You are naughty."

  "Yes, I am. Oh, I'm going to have reminders of this dripping down my leg all day," she moaned. "Now, I had a tissue around here." She found it, and proceeded to clean of his cock, and pull his pants and underwear back up. "And I had a couple tissues in here, too, so I wouldn't soak through when I squirted," she grinned, pulling a bunch of folded tissues out of her bra. Warren cracked up. "Now go. And don't forget your coat. I have to march down the aisle in twenty minutes, and I need Jess to help me put myself back together."

  "OK," Warren grinned and grabbed his coat. "See you at the end of the aisle, Mrs. Kelleher."

  "I can't wait, Mr. Kelleher," she grinned. "Knock on the door softly. Jess will open it when the coast is clear." Warren did, and Jess opened it.

  "Nice going, Prep Stud," she said with a shit-eating grin. "Now, vamoose."

  "Thanks, Jess," he grinned. Then he disappeared.

  He went back to where he had been before, and found Crash and Liz cuddled up on a couch. "Hey," Crash said. "What took so long? I thought you were going to be late for your own wedding! What did Jess need help with, anyway?"

  "Jess didn't," Warren said softly, grinning. "Sophie did."

  Crash just looked puzzled, but Liz twigged onto it in a few seconds. "Oh, you didn't. You DID!"