by Frank Downey
This is why Kristin was glad that she had done what she did that day after school. She found she liked showing Tom off. And she found it easier to talk to the girls, because of him.
They went out for supper and a movie that Friday night. Saturday, when they woke up, Kristin shocked Tom.
"Hey, how about we go to a football game today? Wilkins has a big game."
"You want to go there?" Tom asked.
"Yeah," Kris admitted.
"You do like showing me off!"
"Well, a little," Kris grinned. "Plus, I always keep you cooped up in the house on Saturday afternoons when you're here. And I want you to meet Marie, my best friend."
"I'd love to go."
When they arrived at the stadium and found Marie, Marie was shocked.
"Kristin Kelleher! You came to a football game? I do believe I'm gonna faint!"
"Yes, I came to a football game."
"Unbelievable. What's with the hunk?" she asked, looking at Tom.
Kristin broke up laughing. "Marie, this is Tom. Tom, Marie."
"Nice to meet you," Marie grinned. "So, this is the famous Tom? You didn't tell me he was gorgeous."
"If you watched more figure skating, you'd have figured it out on your own," Kristin teased.
"Yeah, yeah. Not my thing," Marie said. "No offense," she told Tom.
"None taken," Tom grinned.
A bunch of other students had filed into the stands. Most of them knew Marie, and were busy greeting her. They knew who Kristin was, but didn't really know her. Kristin looked around and felt a little lost.
"Relax," Tom said, squeezing her hand. She smiled gratefully at him.
Just then Allison Ventrie showed up. She was Marie's other best friend, but she got on Kristin's nerves. "Hey, Marie," she said. Then she looked over. "Kristin Kelleher? You actually came out of your room to attend a school event? Catch me, Marie, I may just faint."
"Be nice," Marie admonished.
"Well, I'm just shocked," Allison continued, standing next to Kristin. "It's not every day you see the school hermit at a football game." Just then she spotted Tom. Allison was a skating fan. "Aren't you Tom Bellamy, the skater?"
"Guilty as charged," Tom grinned.
"What the hell are you doing here at a football game in Massachusetts?"
Tom laughed. "It seemed like a cool thing to do on a Saturday afternoon. I live in New York, so when I come to see Kris, I come for the whole weekend. So, we needed something to do, so here we are. I like football anyhow."
"This is Allison, by the way," Kris told him. "And, Allison, you obviously know who my boyfriend is, so I don't have to introduce him."
Allison blinked rapidly. " Boyfriend?"
"Yeah," Kris said. "We've been going out since July."
"Her brother choreographed my long program this year," Tom told him. Allison nodded-she did know that Warren Kelleher was Kristin's brother. "So, I stayed at her house for the week." He grinned at Kristin. "And sparks flew." Kristin giggled.
"He drives up from New York a couple times a month to see me," Kristin told her.
Allison just shook her head. "Unbelievable." She went over and sat next to Marie. "I think you and I need to start acting like wallflowers," she said to Marie. "Maybe we can get a hunk like that to ask us out!"
Kristin, having heard what Allison said, just giggled.
The rest of the game was fine, Kristin even got into it. She didn't know a lot about football, but Tom and Marie explained the stuff she didn't get. She ended up having a good time, and even got along reasonably well with Allison.
Driving to get some supper afterwards, Tom said to Kristin, "What happened to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You seem, I don't know, like you're loosening up. Is this the same girl who went into an absolute panic when I caught her playing piano?"
Kristin smiled, and then said, very softly, "You help my confidence."
"Good!" Tom exclaimed.
After eating, they were back at her house, chatting with her parents. The talk turned to skating-and to Skate America, which was only a few weeks away. They were talking about it, and then Tom had a brainstorm.
"Hey, you should come!" he said to Kristin.
"Huh?"
"You should come. To Skate America. I'd love to have you there. And you'll get to see Sophie and Warren, they'll be there. It'll be great." He turned to her parents. "She'd have to miss a couple days of school, though, I skate on Thursday and Friday, then the exhibition on Sunday."
"That's fine," Peg said, "her schoolwork is exemplary, she can afford to miss a couple days. I'm used to this with Warren."
"I'll get you a flight, and a hotel room. What do you say?"
"I'd like that," Kristin said.
"Great! Let's go up on your computer, I'll see if I can book the arrangements." They went up, and quickly found Kristin a flight to Chicago Wednesday evening. "I'll already be there," Tom told her, "so I can get you at the airport." Then they went to book a hotel. That was harder.
"Damn, the one where I'm going to be staying is full. I can get you in this one, but it's not close."
"Crap. I really want to go," Kris sighed. "Well, if I have to be booked into this one, then that's OK."
"I don't know. Getting you back and forth to the arena isn't going to be easy."
Kristin asked him, "Do you know what kind of room you have?"
"It's a suite. Only one bedroom, thought. Two beds in it, but only one bedroom."
Kristin thought for a minute, then, very softly, said, "Are you sharing your room with anyone?"
"Huh?" Tom said, stunned.
"Well," Kris said haltingly, "if you're not sharing your room with anyone, I could, you know, stay there."
"You'd do that?"
"Um, well, yeah."
"No, I'm not sharing my room with anyone."
"Then that's settled," Kristin smiled.
Amazing, thought Tom
A little less than three weeks later, Kristin stepped off the plane in Chicago. Tom met her with a hug and a kiss, then gave her a worried look.
"We have a problem," Tom said, then took a breath. "The room only has one bed. They screwed up. I tried to change it, or get you in your own room-no dice. It's a suite, though, and there's a couch in the other room, so I can sleep there."
"No way," Kristin declared. "You have to skate. No way are you sleeping on a couch. How big is the bed?"
"Well, huge. It's a king."
"Then we can both fit," Kristin said. Tom was completely stunned. "It's OK," she smiled, "I trust you."
They got Kristin's bags and headed towards the car Tom had rented. Tom's head was reeling. Kris was going to sleep in the same bed? She trusted him that much? He wasn't sure if he trusted himself that much!
After a late supper, they headed towards the room. They took turns in the bathroom changing into bedclothes. Then they went to bed.
It was very awkward. Neither was used to sleeping in an occupied bed, and Tom was rather hesitant to touch Kris at all. So, he tried to huddle on his side of the bed. Kris, however, backed right into him. Twice.
"I'm sorry, I think I'm being sucked into the middle of the bed," Kris giggled.
"It's OK. I'm not fond of the edge either."
"Good," Kris said, and let her back snuggle into Tom's chest. Tom blinked, then went for broke-he slipped his arm around her waist. She sighed, "That feels nice," and closed her eyes. Tom, amazed, didn't think he'd be able to sleep all that well. He was wrong. They were both asleep in minutes, utterly comfortable.
The next day was the short program for the men. Tom skated very well, and ended the evening in second place, behind only the defending World silver medallist, Yakashi Kitaro of Japan.
It was the next morning that everything changed.
They had settled into bed that night spooned and cuddling, the awkwardness gone. But something had happened during the night. When Kristin awoke in the morning, she felt strange. It t
ook her a moment to realize why. During the night, Tom's hand had migrated-and was now wrapped around Kristin's breast.
Kris gasped. The warm tingling coming from her breast was thrilling. She felt a throb building in the pit of her stomach, and a warm rush gathering between her legs. Her nipple was as hard as a rock, pushing at Tom's hand through her nightie.
Just then, Tom woke up.
He didn't realize that Kristin was awake. He did realize, after a minute, just where his hand was. Hissing out an "Oh shit!" he quickly pulled his hand off Kristin's breast and put it back around her waist.
Kristin's eyes opened. "Tom?" she said.
"Sorry," Tom replied sheepishly.
"For what?" she said. And then she grabbed Tom's hand, pulled it off her waist, and placed it back on her boob. For good measure, she pushed on the back of it for a minute, driving it back into her boob. Then she sighed contentedly.
"Kris?" Tom asked, flabbergasted.
"Oh God Tom, don't stop!" she hissed.
Tom was incredulous. What happened to the shy, demure virgin he was dating? He couldn't believe it. But he didn't stop. Now awake, he massaged her boob with great gusto.
"Oh, Tom, that feels so good!" Kristin enthused. "If I had known it was going to feel this good..."
Emboldened, he took his other hand and gathered her hair with it. He pulled it back, giving himself a clear avenue, and started kissing and nuzzling her neck, and sucking on her earlobe, as he fondled her boob.
"Oh my!" she groaned. Then, suddenly, she said. "Stop! Wait!" Tom withdrew his hands, figuring she had had enough.
He was wrong. She sat up, and started unbuttoning her flannel nightie, fingers trembling just a bit. Before Tom knew it, she was pulling the nightie over her head. And there she sat, in all her glory, wearing nothing but panties, blushing furiously.
"You're so beautiful," Tom whispered.
Kristin smiled-blushing deeper-then settled herself back to where she was, spooning into him. His hand came back up to her now-bare breast. He cupped it with his hand, fondling it, and dove his lips back into her neck. She sighed happily, then moaned.
"What happened to you?" Tom whispered in her ear.
"I'm so turned on!" she admitted with a giggle.
"Kris, what do you want to do?" Tom asked.
"Oh! Well, I mean, I don't think... I'm not ready... I mean..." she sputtered, blushing.
"You don't think we're ready to make love. That's fine."
"It is?"
"Kris, when it happens, it'll be my first time, too."
"It WILL?"
"Uh-huh. I've fooled around some, but I'm still a virgin." He kissed her neck again. "So you don't want to make love, but you're horny out of your mind."
"Yes," she gasped, his hand still working her boob.
"I can help you," he said. "Take off your panties."
Kris gasped, and gulped-and then took off her panties. Tom's hand quickly moved down from her boob to between her legs. She spread them slightly to give him access, then gasped as his finger lightly traced her pussy. He moved his other hand underneath her, and reached around with it to cup her boob again.
Kristin leaned back into him, breathing heavily. His one hand fondled her boob, while the other one was delicately playing with her pussy. She couldn't believe how this felt!
Just then, Tom's finger found her clit. And she just went crazy.
Her hips were bucking. She was moaning and gasping. Tom did all he could to keep his hands in contact with her pussy and boobs as she writhed next to him. He gripped her as tight as he could with the hand that was on her boob, but she was still bouncing all over the bed. Tom was amazed. He wasn't all that experienced, but he knew enough, and had heard enough, to realize that Kristin was very responsive. Who knew?
Tom was pretty sure that even Kris was surprised.
Just then, Kris blurted out, "Oh God... I mean... I feel... I think I'm gonna... OH GOD!"
"Oh, goody, Kristin's going to have an orgasm!" Tom whispered in her ear. "Cum for me, Kris." Kristin's eyes went wide, and she screamed, and came all over his hand.
After she was done, he moved his hands back around her waist, and cuddled her as she tried to regain her breath. "Are you OK?" he whispered after a bit.
"My sweet Jesus. I don't believe how great that was!"
"Good," Tom said.
"Oh, man." She then turned over so she was facing him. She leaned in and gave him a hellacious kiss. She was still naked, so Tom was definitely reacting. "Oh man," she repeated. "I think I'm in orbit." He just grinned at her. "How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Fine," he said.
"Really?" She pointedly looked down at his sweatpants that he had worn to bed. The tenting effect was clearly apparent. "Now it looks like you are turned on," she giggled.
"Well, what do you expect?" he laughed. "You're naked, you're gorgeous, and I just got to watch you have an orgasm."
Kristin giggled, and blushed. She put her hand on his chest, then, slowly and tentatively, started sliding it down. "Can I help you?" she whispered.
"Up to you."
"Do you want me to?"
"Well, yes, but it's up to you."
She stared at him. "Take off your pants," she whispered. He looked into her eyes. She nodded. He slipped off his sweatpants and underwear. She looked down, and gasped. "I've never seen... you know..."
"I know."
"What should I do?"
"Just, whatever you feel like doing." Tom wasn't quite sure how to handle this situation, not with his limited experience, and what experience he had had was with a girl far more experienced than Kristin... He decided to just play it by ear.
She reached down and lightly gripped his cock in her hand. She looked on, fascinated, as she slid her hand up and down it. "Is this OK?" she asked.
"Wonderful," he smiled.
She smiled back, and continued running her hand up and down his cock. She looked on, pleased, as his eyes clenched shut and his breathing got a little more ragged. "A little faster?" he asked, and Kristin was glad to comply. After a few minutes of that, he howled, "Oh, God Cummming!" and he did just that. Kristin giggled as it covered her hand-and a little landed on her stomach. Still giggling, she looked around and found some tissue to clean herself up with. After she was done, she went back to the bed, and back into his arms.
"Wow," she said softly.
"You can say that again."
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Thank you," he replied. "I didn't expect this."
"Neither did I. But I'm sure glad it happened!"
Tom skated absolutely light-out that evening, and won. Defeating the World Silver Medallist was quite a coup. When they returned to bed, that evening and the next, they continued exploring each other's bodies. They watched Warren and Sophie and Liz Cushman win on Saturday, and Kris enjoyed the exhibitions on Sunday.
She flew back to Boston Sunday evening, and was picked up by her mother.
"Mom?" she said tentatively as they drove away from Logan Airport, "there was something you wanted to talk to me about a couple months ago. I brushed you off, said it wasn't needed. I think I'd like to discuss it again."
"What are you talking about?" Peg asked.
"Well, I think that I might like to go on the pill," Kristin admitted.
"Really? Did something happen this weekend?"
"Well, sort of." Kristin told her mother the events of the weekend.
Peg listened, and smiled at the end. "I think my baby girl discovered her libido."
"And how," Kristin agreed.
"Do you think you and Tom are going to go all the way?"
"I think it's a possibility. I think there's going to come a point where neither of us is going to want to stop. I don't think this point is going to come tomorrow, mind you, but I'd rather be safe than sorry."
"How do you feel about Tom?"
Kristin sat for a minute, then took a deep breath. "Mom, I think I'm in love with him."<
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"That's the answer I was looking for," Peg laughed. "I'll call the doctor tomorrow."
Kristin went back to school Monday morning feeling like a whole new person. She went to lunch and sat with Marie. Allison, and a couple of their other friends, sat down at the table with them. Normally, this would've caused Kristin to retreat into her shell. This time, it didn't.
"Hey, Kris," Allison said, "I saw that boyfriend of yours skate lights-out at Skate America this weekend."
"I know, wasn't he great?" Kris agreed happily.
"Yeah. And that long program really suits him."
"Yup," Kris agreed. "My brother and sister-in-law, the choreographic geniuses."
"That they are. So I take it you were glued to the TV screen all weekend?"
"Hell, no, I was there!" Kris told her. "Tom came up with this brilliant idea of flying me out for it. So I was in the stands, screaming my head off. "
"Ah," Allison grinned. "So, having you in the stands was his inspiration, that's why he won."
"No doubt," Kristin laughed. "I'll take all the credit."
Marie watched this exchange in utter shock. She watched a few others over the next couple of days, too. On Wednesday, she came over Kristin's house, ostensibly to study.
"All right," she said as soon as they had gotten into Kris's room, "what the hell has happened to you?"
"What?" Kris asked.
"You're like a different person! People come to the lunch table and you talk to them! People say 'hi' in the halls and you don't try to blend into the wall! What happened to my best friend, the wallflower?"
"I dunno. I guess I just stopped being scared of everything." She looked at Marie. "Something happened this weekend." Kris gave her the rundown.
"My God," Marie exclaimed. "You actually had sex! Well, not completely-but still! I'm stunned, Kris. I thought poor Tom was going to be waiting forever for that."
"I think he did, too," Kris admitted. "The way it happened, I just didn't have any time to be nervous, since it was such an accident. You know me, Marie. I'm scared of everything-but of boys and love and sex most of all. And then it happened, to a degree. And all I could think of was, what on earth was I scared of? And if this was my biggest fear, and it turned out to be so good-why am I scared of everything else?"
