by Frank Downey
"I hope this guy is worthy of you."
"Marie? He treats me like Warren treats Sophie."
"Oh my God." Marie knew all about Kristin's standard. "You're kidding."
"No. He really does. It's amazing."
"You can say that again!"
Tom didn't have time to see Kris through the first couple weeks of November. He had another competition the weekend before Thanksgiving. He had been hoping to go home for Thanksgiving-his parents live in Minnesota-but they decided to go to New York and cook Thanksgiving dinner for him there.
Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, at about 3 in the afternoon, Kris got a call.
"Good. You're home." Tom said.
"Yes," she laughed, "why?"
"I'm about ten minutes away."
"You're coming here? Now, isn't that a nice surprise! I thought your parents were in town to spend Thanksgiving with you."
"Yeah." He took a breath. "They're here, with me. They want to meet you."
"OK... Well, I'll see you when you get here." Kris hung up. "Oh SHIT!" she said.
"What?" Peg asked, walking into the room.
"Tom's on his way. He's ten minutes away. With his parents! They want to meet me!"
"Yeah? So why are you so nervous?" Peg laughed.
"I don't know, I just am."
"It'll be fine, honey. I'm looking forward to meeting Tom's parents."
"I'm glad one of us is," Kristin muttered. "Really, Mom. His parents just drove five hours. On one of the few times they get to see their son. To meet me. That's kind of, I don't know, serious."
"Yes, it is," Peg smiled. "That's a good sign, sweetie."
"Well, when you put it that way," Kristin grinned. "I just hope they like me."
"What's not to like?"
"Mom, you know what? You're the best." Kris gave her mother a big hug. Then she looked down at herself. "I don't know if I'm dressed for this." She was wearing a pair of jeans and a Wisconsin sweatshirt.
"I don't think they'll expect you to gussy up, since you only had ten minutes' notice," Peg laughed.
"True." Just then, the doorbell rang. Kristin went over to the door and opened it. Tom stepped in and eagerly wrapped her up in a soul kiss.
"Well, hello," she giggled.
"Hi, gorgeous," he grinned. He stepped in, an older couple following. "Kris, these are my parents. Mom, Dad, this is Kristin. And that's her mother, Peg."
"It's so very nice to meet you, after all we've heard about you," Tom's mother told Kristin.
"It's nice to meet you, too," Kristin said shyly.
Tom's parents insisted on taking Kristin, Peg, and Jim out for dinner. Kristin started shy, but got better as the evening went on. It was just impossible for her to stay shy when Tom was around.
"So, Kristin," Mrs. Bellamy asked her over dinner, "you're a Junior in High School, Tom tells us?"
"Yes. I go to Wilkins Academy. Mom teaches there."
"Have you thought about college?" she asked.
"I'm hoping for Harvard," Kristin told her.
"Really?" Mr. Bellamy said. "Is that realistic?"
"Very," Peg put in. "Wilkins is very tough, and Kristin has a shot at being valedictorian. She can go pretty much anywhere she wants."
"Really?" Tom exclaimed, grinning. "Jeez, I knew I was dating a brain, but I didn't appreciate the full extent of the braininess."
"Oh stop it!" Kristin grinned, blushing. "Like you're a dummy."
"Well, no. But I'm not going to Harvard."
"You could have," Mrs. Bellamy said. "If it weren't for skating."
"Y'see? You're just overextended. I have nothing in my life but school." She grinned at him. "OK, I used to have nothing in my life but school."
"I know, I'm such a distraction," Tom laughed. "Maybe if I saw you more than twice a month, you could blame me."
"Well. Maybe I'll go to Columbia," she said impishly.
"Don't get my hopes up," he smiled back.
Tom's parents had rented a hotel room for the night. On the way back, his Mom said to him, "Tom? She's delightful."
"Yeah, she's pretty special, isn't she?"
They didn't see each other after that for more than a month. Tom had the Grand Prix Final, and then they ran into Christmas. Tom went home to Minnesota for Christmas, and had Nationals to get ready for. They decided, however, that they really wanted to spend New Years' together, so Tom came up for that. He arrived late on the 30th.
On the 31st, Kristin noticed he was on edge and apprehensive about something. So was she, but she knew it wasn't for the same reason. So, she asked him.
"No big deal, I'm waiting for a phone call. I most likely have news, that I'm dying to share with you, but I won't know for sure until I get this phone call."
He finally got it, later that afternoon, and sat down with Kristin, a big smile on his face. "That was my phone call. That was Terri, my coach. She's just a coach in our rink now, but she got a new opportunity-to take over the whole program, be the head coach, at another rink. So, after this season, sometime this spring, she's moving, and I'll be going with her."
"Where?" Kristin whispered.
Tom couldn't hold back the shit-eating grin. "Acton, Massachusetts."
"That's only about an hour from here!"
"Yup!"
"YIPEEE!" Kristin shouted, and launched herself into his arms. "That is so great!"
"I'm going to be around so much, you're going to beg to get rid of me."
"Not a chance!"
"Good," he laughed. Then he got serious, and looked into her eyes. "Kris? I love you."
Kristin caught her breath. "Oh, God, I love you too," she whispered.
They shared the happy news with Kristin's parents, then they all got Chinese food for New Year's Eve dinner. After eating, the Kellehers headed out for a party. Ryan was out with Laurel, so Tom and Kristin were alone. They chatted and watched TV for a while, then Kristin stood up and said to Tom, "Come with me." He followed her upstairs-and into her room.
Kristin sat on the bed. "Sit," she said to Tom. He sat next to her. "You had your surprise. Here's mine." She took a deep breath. "When we came home from Skate America, I decided to do something. It was a just-in-case thing, but I think it's time for just-in-case." She took another deep breath. "What I did was, I went on the pill."
"You did?"
She smiled at him. "After what happened at Skate America, it almost felt like it was inevitable. So, I wanted to be prepared for when the time came that I felt I was ready." She looked right into his eyes. "I'm ready. I want you to make love to me. Tonight."
Tom hissed out a breath. "Oh, God. I think I'm stunned."
"Good," she giggled.
"Kris, are you sure? We've only been together a few months, and we don't see each other that often..."
"And you love me," she interrupted. "And I love you."
"Yes," he smiled.
"Good," she smiled back, her hand going to the buttons on her blouse. "Then show me."
"Gladly. Starting now." He grabbed her hands, and pulled them away from her blouse. Then he replaced her hands with his own, and started undoing the buttons. She smiled, and shuddered, as he got her blouse undone. He next got her bra off, and his hand went right for her boob, rubbing it gently. He leaned in and kissed her while his hand massaged her tit. His other hand went for her pants, and she helped him strip them off.
She sighed as he kissed and fondled her. She reached for his shirt, trying to get it off, but his arms were in the way. He laughed and grabbed it, quickly stripping it off. They both worked on his pants. When he was completely naked, his lips went back to hers, and his hand went back to hers.
She took his other hand, and led it towards her pussy. "Look," she whispered, "I know it's going to hurt, so, I want you to, you know, do me with your hand first."
"Sure. But I'll try not to make it hurt too much."
"I know you will, but I want you to get me going," she smiled at him. His hand went down
and started slipping up and down her pussy. Her hand returned the favor, going right for his dick, working on it. Completely worked up in her mind, she came very quickly. Her tugging on his dick as she came quickly brought him over.
"Aw," she giggled, "did I kill it?"
"Not hardly," Tom laughed. She kept her hand around the shaft. It started perking up quickly. "Y'see? I'm young."
"Yes, your recuperative powers are quite excellent," she giggled.
It only took a few more minutes until he was at full-staff again. "He's ready," Tom said.
"Oh, God," Kristin hissed. "Oh, God, we're really going to do this!"
"We can stop now, no harm, no foul."
"No way!" she stated. "That's why I wanted you to do me with your hand first. I'm so worked up right now!"
"OK." He moved over and positioned himself between her legs. He reached in at her pussy again. "Just making sure you're wet."
"Dripping," she giggled. "Go ahead, lover. Put it in me."
"Don't forget, this is my first time, too. I may screw this up," he smiled.
"I doubt it," she smirked at him. He reached down, and guided his cock towards her pussy. He gently pushed. The head slipped in neatly.
"NNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she howled. "Oh DAMN I didn't expect that!"
"Hurts?"
"God NO! Oh MAN. What's the opposite of hurt?" she gasped.
"Good," he grinned. "This part probably will, though."
"I know," she puffed. "Go for it." He pulled back slightly, and quickly plowed through her hymen. "AYYIEEE!" she howled.
"Sorry."
"It's... ungh... okay." She gasped. "It really didn't hurt. More took me by surprise. Keep going." He did.
"AAAGGGNNNHHH! Oh GOD! Oh GOD!" she howled, getting louder with every inch. He finally got himself all the way into her, and couldn't even identify the noises coming from her mouth.
"Are you OK?" he said, worriedly.
"SHIT! SHIT! Oh God FUCK ME!" she howled. "NOW!" That's when the light finally dawned in Tom's head. She wasn't in pain-she was in lust, in a big way. He started deliberately moving in and out of her-and she didn't stop howling. It only took a few minutes.
"OhshitohshitohshitCUMMMING!" she howled. "Oh GOD!" Tom looked down at her, orgasming up a storm, and couldn't believe it. He held himself all the way in, trying to prolong things, while she bucked and spasmed beneath him.
"Oh!" she said as she came down. "Oh! I can't believe how good that was!"
"I'm stunned." He moved in and out of her slowly again. "I'm also not done yet."
"Nnnnnnggggg," she groaned. "Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!" He had started plunging into her again, and she just went supernova. Kristin couldn't believe it. She had expected pain, awkwardness, a less-than-thrilling experience. She had expected to be uncomfortable. She expected it to be a "get it out of the way" kind of thing. What she hadn't expected was a very quick and explosive trip to Orgasm Land, not for her first time. But that's what she got.
She was yelping every time he thrust into her. Her breasts were heaving and flushed. Her legs, wrapped around his hips, were spasming. And she felt it building. Her eyes flew open, she gripped his shoulders, and yelped, "oh GOD AGAAIIINNNNN!!!!"
That was pretty much all Tom could take. As she came down, he started thrusting into her fast. "Oh GOD," he moaned, feeling it coming on fast.
"Yes!" Kristin hissed. "Cum in me, Tom. Cum in me. Cum in me," she chanted like a mantra. Listening to that, he exploded.
Neither of them actually passed out, but it was a close thing. They collapsed next to each other on her bed, completely wrung out. As soon as Kristin regained her breath, she hurled herself across Tom's torso and snuggled into him.
"Oh my," she breathed.
"You can say that again. I'm shocked. I'm used to my shy, demure, quiet little girlfriend. Then she takes me to bed and completely loses her mind."
Kristin giggled. "Was that a complaint?"
"Are you kidding? That was the most spectacular thing I've ever seen."
"Yeah," she said. "I think I amazed myself. Did I tell you to cum in me?"
"Repeatedly," Tom laughed. Kristin blushed all over. "God, Kris. I never thought it would be this good."
"Ditto. That's right, it was your first, too."
"Yeah. Wow," he laughed. Kristin joined right in. "Are you OK?"
"Yes. Fine."
"No pain?"
"No, there was just a little pinch when you pushed through, that's it. It doesn't hurt at all now." She grinned at him. "Why, did you want to do it again?"
"Maybe later, he's all tuckered out at the moment," he laughed. "God, Kris. I'm still in shock."
"Uh, you are in shock?" she laughed. "You ever hear anyone else talk about their first time?"
"A few, yeah."
"Me, too. Warren's was good, but Sophie was experienced. Sophie's was brutal. Ryan's was quick, messy, and unsatisfying. Marie's was, too. What in the hell just happened to us?"
"I don't know, but I'll take it." He looked at her. "God, Kris, I was so worried about hurting you. Not only did I not, but you came like a banshee, twice. I feel like I'm walking on air."
"You should be. You were magnificent. You didn't hurt me because you were gentle. Remember that."
"Oh, I don't think that was all of it," he laughed. "Kristin Kelleher, you are a sex bomb."
"WHAT?" she laughed.
"You are. You almost started cumming right away. I was flabbergasted."
"Oh, it just felt so good, right from the beginning. It was like a brain meltdown."
"Right. Like I said, you're a sex bomb."
"Only with you," she giggled.
"Well, I hope so," he laughed.
"Don't worry. I'm convinced it was all you, and I don't intend on testing the theory."
Tom roared with laughter. "Good." He looked at her. "Kris? Thank you. You gave me something precious tonight. I'll treasure it always."
"You gave me the same thing, you know," she replied, a wee bit misty. "And I'll treasure it always, too. It was like magic. Thank you." They fell asleep together in a contented pile.
Tom only had one more day and night to lavish attention on Kristin, so she took full advantage of it. She'd see him again, in a couple of weeks, though-she'd be attending Nationals.
In the meantime, she had to go back to school. And, it was strange-she just felt different. More confident, more at ease, less nervous. That had been building since she'd started seeing Tom-but, now that they'd made love, it was even more so. Everyone picked up on it, but nobody moreso than Marie.
"Something happened," Marie said the first time they had a quiet moment together.
"Yeah," Kristin agreed. "Tom and I made love on New Year's Eve."
"WOW!" Marie said, very surprised. "How was it?"
"Heavenly. Happy New Year to me!"
"You lucky dog."
"Yup. In more ways than one. Oh, and did I tell you that he's moving this summer? To Acton. A mere hour away. And Daddy's getting a new car, so I get his old one."
"You are a lucky dog."
"I'm in love, Marie. He's just perfect. Me, Kristin Kelleher, with the most perfect boyfriend. Who woulda thunk it?"
Chapter 132 - Another Nationals
Author's note: Kristy Sargent's a real person, a pairs skater. (Well, she's Kristy Wirtz now.) What I talk about here really happened to her. Perception is everything, of course, though
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Warren and Sophia were as relieved as it gets just to get back to Oceanview for Christmas. After their fall semester, and after the Grand Prix Final, the three weeks they'd be home would be very relaxing. Yes, they'd have to prepare for Nationals, but that's all they'd have to do.
Since they no longer had a coach in Wisconsin, they were very glad to see June again.
"You've done well this fall, guys," she told them after their first practice with her. "I know it's been tough on you, what with school and the wedding and competing and Betsy, but you've done well."
"Thanks," Warren told her, "but I think our luck is due to run out sooner or later. We're still waiting for the backlash from what happened last year."
"It's possible, but all you can control is the skating."
"Yeah."
They had an enjoyable Christmas, with everyone-especially the grandparents-getting the traditonal pile of presents for Betsy. With no school to worry about, their sex life got back to normal-meaning two nights out of three! Jessie, also home for Christmas, joined in, but only some of the time. She knew what the last semester had been like for them, and didn't want to wear out her welcome-she knew they needed "alone" time.
A couple of days after New Years, they were happy to get a visit from Warren's sister Kristin. They'd only really seen each other at Christmas.
"How you been holding up?" Kristin asked them. "You looked horrible at Christmas, Warren. You look a little better now."
"I was so damn tired I was lucky I knew what my name was," Warren laughed. "My schedule this semester was particularly brutal."
"How are you two doing?" Kristin asked perceptively.
"Great," Warren told her. "She cuts me a lot of slack."
"I learned my lesson," Sophie said ruefully, "from freshman year. Now that we live together, I can see it for myself, anyway. And I see how hard he's tried to be attentive to me-but I also watched the poor guy studying five, six hours a night."
"Yeah, and with babies screaming and practice interrupting and whatnot," Warren sighed. "Next semester will be much better. I'm back down to 15 credits instead of 18, and I won't be taking embryology or genetics."
"But you have Worlds smack dab in the middle," Kristin reminded him.
"True, but we had two competitions in the middle last semester," Sophie reminded him.
"What are you going to do when it's your first year in med school and it's an Olympic year?" Kristin laughed.
"I'm not," Warren declared. "Do I look insane to you? I'm taking a year off before med school. That year is going to be the last of our skating career, so that's what it's going to be about-skating, and only skating. We're going to do every competition and show we can get away with that we get invited to, and then go knock 'em dead at the Olympics. And then I'll go to med school."
