by Frank Downey
The first order of business for them, at the opening ceremonies, was accepting the Brian Wright Memorial Trophy. It was presented to them by the USFSA president, Curtis Ingalls. Afterwards, he told them, "God knows I have other issues with the two of you-but this, you deserved." They were surprised, and thanked him.
The skating part was easy. None of their upper-level competition was at Skate America, so they breezed to an easy victory. Evan and Shawna were second, and a Hungarian team that had been ninth in the world last year were third.
For their exhibition, they didn't premiere the one that the Sports Illustrated article had talked about them working on, "At My Most Beautiful." They were still working on that one, and saving it for later in the season.
They had worked out another one. Sophia had taken a picture of her wedding dress to their costume designer, and said, "Make me something that looks as close to that as you can get, but that I can skate in." The designer had done a marvelous job. The bodice and sleeves were an exact copy of Sophia's wedding dress, though the skirt was more in keeping with a skating dress than a wedding dress. Sophie completed the ensemble by wearing the actual headpiece from her wedding outfit. Warren, of course, wore a tux. The crowd applauded and whistled when they saw the outfits. Then, when the music started, they all laughed. It was Nick Lowe's "I Knew The Bride (When She Used To Rock and Roll)." It was a fun and lighthearted program that Sophie and Warren loved doing, and that the audience really appreciated.
The next week was Skate Canada, held this year in Vancouver. Their only competition there were the world Silver Medallists, the British team of Brenneman and Watts. It was a close competition, but they won it as well. They gave another audience "I Knew The Bride."
Their two victories had gotten them into the Grand Prix final, which would be about a month and a half later in Toronto.
But, between now and then, they had another half semester of school, and then finals, to worry about. And things were not going well. Sophie was keeping up all right, but there were too many mornings that she had gotten up and found Warren passed out in a chair at the kitchen table, surrounded by books and study materials. He really had a brutal schedule this semester.
It was a few weeks after Skate Canada-the week before Thanksgiving, in fact-when Sophie came out of the bedroom late on a Thursday night and found Warren, again, passed out asleep at the kitchen table.
"Poor guy. He's going to wreck his back with this. I need to wake him up and get him into the bed." She tried shaking him, but he just grumbled and kept sleeping. Then Sophie got an idea.
She grinned wickedly and crawled under the kitchen table. She pushed his chair out enough to give her some headroom, and undid his pants. Fishing in his boxers, she found his dick. It was completely soft. Well, we have to fix that, she thought.
She worked his dick with her fingers a bit, until it started to wake up just a little. Then she slurped it up with her mouth. She sucked on it hard, satisfied with its rapid swelling. When it reached full erection, she really went to work on it.
And nobody could sleep through that. Warren, head still on the table, sleepily opened his eyes, rapidly becoming aware of an insistent warm, wet tugging on his dick. "God!" he gasped, suddenly fully awake. He looked down and saw Sophie curled up under the table, her head in his lap, her mouth swallowing his dick.
She noticed he was awake. "Hello, Snugglebear," she purred. "Sit back and relax. And, after I finish, you're going to get your ass into bed. We'll have no back problems at Nationals. Got me?"
"Yes, ma'am," he grinned. She grinned back, then went back to work on his dick. She plunged down on the shaft, then slipped back up again. Then she forced her mouth all the way down, feeling the head of Warren's cock slip into her throat. She held it there for a minute, feeling it pulse and throb all through her mouth and throat, then she slid off and repeated the action. It didn't take much of that before Warren was pouring his cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop.
"Wow," Warren gasped.
"Glad you liked it," she grinned. "Now get to bed!"
"Yes, Pookie," he chuckled. They went into the bedroom. She started taking his clothes off. "I've been neglecting you," he said.
"Yes, but you're schedule is insane. I know that. Luckily, Thanksgiving break is coming up. You will be required to do at least one complete thorough job on me on one of those break nights."
"You got it."
"But, now? Sucking you off got me horny. So, tonight? You have to lie back for a few minutes and let me play." She reached down and wrapped her hand around his dick, coaxing it back into erection. Then she stripped off her nightie and panties, and lowered herself onto his erection.
"Ah, that feels so good," Sophie hissed. "Just a quickie, dear, I won't keep you awake much longer. And you don't have to do any of the work."
"I love you, you know that?" he said.
"Love you too, Snugglebear." She started sliding up and down his dick. "Ah, so damn good."
"Oh, yeah," Warren agreed. "You can wake me up any time for this."
"Oh, you!" She picked up her pace a little bit. It wasn't long before she was howling her climax.
"You still not there?" she gasped afterwards.
"After that blowjob? I may last until Christmas."
"You think so, huh?" Sophie grinned. "Just let me get my legs back." She rocked gently on him for a while. Then she suddenly raised up all the way. When she went to settle down again, she leaned back. Warren gasped as he realized that she was lowering her ass down on his dick.
"Lube?" he asked.
"Honey, your lovely friend there is sopping with my juices," Sophia giggled. "It's not going to be a problem." She was right. Once she got the head past her tight sphincter, she slid right down on it. "Oh JESUS!" she moaned.
"God, Soph," Warren gasped. "You're right, it won't be long in there."
"What I thought," she grunted. She slid her ass up and down on his dick. She saw in his face that he was getting closer, so, trying to keep up, she hissed, "play with my pussy!" Warren was happy to oblige, and reached his hand up in between her legs. His fingers found her opening, and he slid two in. His other hand came up and went right for her clit.
"DAMN!" Sophie shouted, and immediately began approaching her climax. Warren did his best to keep his hands on her pussy as she banged her ass up and down on him. He did fine, as she quickly went over the edge. The clamping of her ass on his dick returned the favor.
"Told you I'd take care of you," Sophie said dreamily as she slumped on the bed next to him.
"Yes, you did. Twice, in fact." He smiled at her. "You're into anal lately."
"I know. It's so nasty. And it makes me cum so hard. Probably because it is so nasty. I don't want to be an old boring married fart yet."
"Pookie, when we're seventy and been married fifty years, you still won't be an old boring married fart."
"Oh, Snugglebear, you say the sweetest things!" She kissed him. "Now. Sleep. In this bed! You're overtired and you're pushing yourself beyond your limits."
"After that performance, sweetie, I'll sleep like a baby."
"You make sure of it, love."
Luckily, the Grand Prix final wasn't until after finals at school. It was the end of a crazy semester, but they had four weeks of Christmas break to look forward to. And next semester, while difficult-especially with Nationals and Worlds in the middle-wouldn't be as brutal for Warren as this one had.
"You know my sister Kris wants to be a doctor also, right?" Warren asked Sophie on the plane to Toronto. "Well, remind me to tell her not to take Embryology, Genetics, and Calculus in the same semester!"
They got into Toronto, practiced, and saw old friends. Then it was time to compete. The other medallists from last years' Worlds were there, the Brits and the young Russian couple of Kuznetsova and Vasilyevskiy. The French team of Borisina and Dravouche had also made it to the finals. Although the Hungarian team of Krasvalyi and Szubacsko had finished third at Skate America, th
ey had won another of the events which was enough to get them here. The final spot went to the Ukrainians, Yurchenko and Ushuziyets, who had just beaten out Shawna and Evan and the Irish team.
With two free dances still being performed at the Grand Prix final, only one of the two Original Dances was done. The one chosen was the Bossa Nova. Warren and Sophia did their Austin Powers routine.
The judging was all over the place. All six nations represented in the competitors had judges on the panel, along with Canada, Finland, and Austria. Warren and Sophia managed to come out of the original dance in second, behind the Brits.
The first free dance was this year's free dance, and that's where the judging really got jumbled. Brenneman and Watts got hammered-from first in the OD to last in the first free dance. The French, Borisina and Dravouche, came up with a free dance that was proclaimed the best of their career, and they finished second. Warren and Sophia won, but it wasn't easy. A couple judges had them down in fourth, and one had them sixth-that is, dead last.
However, because of some of the scrambling, they went into the second free dance with a commanding lead, knowing that if they finished first or second in the second free dance, they'd win the competition. And they were using "Riverdance" as their second free dance.
They won the second free dance, and the title. The Russians were second and the Ukranains third. But they lost a few ordinals in this free dance as well, and weren't confident.
"Once the Judging Mafia gets their ducks in a row, we're toast at Worlds," Sophia declared. "This was a test run. They know who they have to work with."
"Yup," Warren agreed.
Chapter 131 - Kristin Discovers
After Warren's wedding, Kristin didn't see Tom for almost a month. But, a few days before Labor Day weekend, during one of their three-times-a-week phone conversations, Tom asked if he could come up for Labor Day weekend. Kristin was thrilled.
She volunteered to help find a hotel for Tom to stay at. After they got off the phone, she went down and asked her mother's advice.
"Why get a hotel?" Peg asked. "Tom can stay here, honey."
Kristin looked at her in amazement. "You're going to let him stay here?"
Peg laughed. "He was already here for a week, wasn't he? And you guys started going out then, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but now he's coming here just to see me. I'm just surprised. Happy, mind you, but surprised," Kristin laughed. "If he doesn't have to pay for hotels, he might come up more often."
"Good," Peg smiled at her. "Look, Kris. You guys haven't, you know, done anything?"
"God, No!" Kristin burst out. "Just kiss."
"Well, then."
"But, you know," Kristin faltered, "I mean, what if, you know, I mean..."
"What if it gets more serious than that?" Peg asked with a smile. Kristin nodded, blushing. "Well, if he was in a hotel room, you'd just go over there, so what difference does it make? Look, Kris, you're responsible and smart. And, don't forget, when your brothers were your age, they were well into their sex lives."
"But they're boys."
"Since when am I sexist?" Peg laughed. "Girls have the same urges that boys do. I know that."
"MOM!"
"Well, it's true. Anyhow, the only difference is that girls have to be more careful. But you know that."
"Yes, well..."
"Kris. You might want to think about going on the pill."
Kristin gasped. "But, Mom, I mean-we haven't-I don't know..."
"Better safe than sorry."
"OK. Well, I'll think about it."
Kristin went back upstairs, shaking her head. What a strange conversation that was, she thought. She knew her mother was open, but still. She and Tom hadn't gotten anywhere near any of that!
Ah, well-she was glad Mom was going to let Tom stay here, however. She happily called him and shared the good news.
He came up for the whole Labor Day weekend, and once more later on in September. He and Kristin really got along well. She felt more comfortable with him than she did outside of anyone besides family and her one best friend Marie. She'd never felt like this around a guy before. The time in between visits was taken up with frequent phone calls and even more frequent IM sessions.
Early in October, she got a surprise. Tom was coming up again for the weekend. The night before, he called and told her that he didn't have practice Friday, as his coach had another commitment. "So, I can come up early. How about I pick you up at school?" Kristin happily agreed, and gave him directions to Wilkins Academy.
That Friday, Kristin found herself waiting for Tom out in front of her school, surrounded by a bunch of other students. Kristin wasn't social at all. She kept to herself-except for her aforementioned best friend Marie-and her fellow students didn't know much about her. They were surprised to see her here in front of school.
"Kristin Kelleher? What are you doing here?" one of them asked.
"Waiting for a ride," she said softly.
"You're not usually here."
"I usually go home with my mother." The group of girls looked at her blankly. "Mrs. Kelleher, the senior English teacher."
"Oh," one of the girls said, "she couldn't drive you today?"
"No, it's not that." They all looked at her. What the hell, she thought, and took a deep breath. "My boyfriend is picking me up."
" You have a boyfriend?" one of them asked.
"Yeah," she smiled. "And he lives in New York, so we only see each other like every other weekend. He usually can't get here until around seven or eight on a Friday night, but he got to leave early today, so he's picking me up here."
"How'd you get a boyfriend that lives in New York?" another asked.
"Well, he came up here last July to work with my brother. And he stayed at my house for the week. We got to know each other then."
"What do you mean, work with your brother?"
"Choreography."
"What are you talking about?"
"None of you knows who my brother is?" she asked. They all looked at her blankly. She wasn't surprised, she never talked about this. She was kind of surprised she was talking about it now. "Are any of you figure skating fans?" A few of them nodded yes. "What's my last name?" she said with a smile.
One of them picked up on it. " Warren Kelleher?!?!?"
"Yup, Warren's my big brother. Sophie's my sister-in-law. And they choreographed my boyfriend's long program. That's how I met him."
"Evan Pogdar?" one of them guessed.
Kristin cracked up laughing. "I'm not Evan's type." They looked at her. "I'm a girl," she giggled. "Evan's gay. Plus, Warren and Sophie don't choreograph for other dance teams. Competitors, and all that."
"Brett Tomlinson?" another asked.
"Nah. Warren did do their choreography. But Brett's in love with his partner, Andrea." She giggled. " He just hasn't figured that out yet. Anyone that spends seven seconds with them has, though."
"All right, who?"
Kristin smiled. "Tom Bellamy." And found she was enjoying this-especially at the gasps and murmurs that went through the skating fans in the group.
"Tom Bellamy is a hunk!" one of them said.
"That he is," Kristin agreed.
"I don't believe you."
"You don't have to believe me. Here he comes." She pointed as she saw his car drive into the lot.
He pulled through the lot and parked in front of the waiting area. He jumped out of the car and walked over to Kristin, pulling her into a kiss. Kristin happily kissed back. Then he opened the passenger side door and let her in. As he walked around the car to get back in himself, she looked at the dumbstruck faces of her fellow students and grinned.
"What was that about?" he asked as they pulled away.
"Showing you off," she laughed. Surprised-he knew how shy she was-he laughed right along with her.
Tom had spent the whole drive up from New York laughing at himself. When Terri, his coach, had told him that there would be no practice on Friday, he could
n't get to Boston fast enough. And only three or four months ago, he just would've shown up to practice by himself anyway!
Tom had been skating-focused for quite some time. Oh, he had other interests-though he hadn't been in a school building for some time, he was smart. He read a lot, and about a lot of different things. Plus there was his piano-playing. But one of those interests was never really girls.
Because he was a skater, he knew a lot of teenaged girls-and he found them mostly silly, shallow, and flighty. Now, he had a prominent silly side-but he wasn't shallow or flighty. Leaving home at 13 to pursue a skating career tended to make a person more focused than that. And the attitude of the girls he knew just drove him nuts. So, he figured girls were pretty much a non-issue until he-and, more importantly, they-got older.
And then he met Kristin. Shallow? Flighty? Not even a little bit. She was sweet and kind, very smart, and incredibly mature in a lot of ways. Plus, they had a lot in common. He was so smitten even he could barely believe it.
Of course, one of the ways she wasn't all that mature was in relationships. Then again, neither was he. It was kind of the blind leading the blind. He was determined to take it slow and easy.
She'd been having similar feelings lately. She'd not been impressed with the teenaged boys she'd come in contact with, for a lot of the same reasons. They were shallow and obsessed with 'appearances' and being macho. Now, she knew that guys that weren't like that did exist, but she also knew they were rare. Kristin had a standard-and that standard was easy to identify. It was her big brother Warren, who she'd been hero-worshiping since she was 5. And she saw the whole Warren-Sophia relationship unfold, and knew how Warren had treated Sophie even when they were still in high school. That's how she wanted to be treated. So, Warren was her standard, even as she knew he was a rare bird.
Tom, to her shock, met the standard.
The only thing that worried both of them, just a bit, was Kristin's shyness. Tom wasn't shy, he was rather social, and he worried that Kristin might freeze up if he had her in a social situation. Kristin knew this, and worried herself.
