Dance of a Lifetime

by Frank Downey

  "You need exercise," Sophie grinned.

  "True enough, but I won't get any until I can start my rehab."

  "Sure you will," she said, and sat next to him on the bed. She instantly went to the waistband of the shorts he was wearing. "There's lots of types of exercise."

  "Ah," Warren grinned. "Somebody's horny."

  "It's been a week and a half, you bet I am." She had tugged Warren's shorts down far enough to release his dick, then went to work on her own clothes. She got naked in a hurry, and crawled onto the bed. "Lie flat, sweetie," she said to him, assisting him to do so. Then she crawled up and straddled his head.

  "Sit on my face, and tell me that you love me," Warren sang, as Sophie giggled.

  "Good idea!" She lowered her pussy down to his waiting mouth. He greeted it with a nice long lick up its length. Sophie moaned at the contact, and kept moaning softly as he kept his tongue moving up and down her pussy.

  Warren raised his hands to her hips and held her steady as he nibbled on her clit. Well, as steady as he could-she was bucking up a storm on top of him, and, unable to use his legs, he was having trouble getting any leverage. But he managed, gripping her hips as his tongue lashed around her clit.

  After she came-with a howl-she crawled back down his body, straddling his hips. She grabbed his cock, aimed it at her pussy, and sank down on it with a sigh.

  "You know," Warren said, "I fail to see how I am getting any exercise here."

  "Well, your tongue got a workout," Sophia giggled, "and now your dick will."

  "Ah," he laughed.

  She started moving up and down on top of him, tentatively.

  "This is a wee bit difficult," he said.

  "Is it?"

  "I can't get any leverage so I can't push up at you."

  She giggled. "That's OK, sweetie, I got these nice strong skater's legs. Just let me find a rhythm." She kept moving up on him, making sure she took full strokes up and down. She found herself a good rhythm, then sped up a bit. He reached up and grabbed her hips to keep her steady. "OK?" she asked breathlessly.

  "Oh, yeah," he moaned. She slammed down on top of him, fast and hard, and he managed to buck up a little bit, using his undamaged left leg to get a little leverage. It worked--it wasn't long before Sophie went, and Warren went right with her.

  She collapsed next to him. "How's your leg?" she asked after a bit.

  "Fine. And the rest of me is better than fine."

  "I'm good," she laughed.

  * * *

  Warren got back to class the next Monday, in a wheelchair, glad to be back after missing two weeks.

  "How'd it go?" Sophie asked him that night.

  "Fine. The Professors were all understanding and I'll have some time to catch up. My molecular biology class actually has an exam on Wednesday but he's going to give me until next Monday to catch up. And there were plenty of people willing to share notes."

  "Really?"

  "Yup," he laughed. "Funny how all of them were very female and usually cute."

  "Ah," Sophie grinned. "Yes, it's the Wounded Hero concept. All the better when said wounded hero is a world champion athlete. It's like you're putting out he-man pheromones."

  "Like I said," he teased, "most of 'em were damn cute."

  "Uh-huh," she laughed. "Well, if one of them can figure out how to have you with all that paraphernalia on your knee, more power to 'em."

  "You managed," he grinned.

  "Remember, Snugglebear-I'm very, very good."

  "That you are."

  "Don't worry, sweetie-I'll let you enjoy all the fawning attention."

  "Thank you so much."

  * * *

  Warren started rehab that week, also. It was a week later that his therapist, a blonde in her thirties named Renee, stumbled in and saw him and had to shake her head.

  He was locked into this contraption that forcibly moved his leg back and forth, bending and unbending his damaged knee. This thing was sadistic. The therapists called it The Torture Device. It was necessary, however, for regaining range of motion in the knee. They had put in on Warren earlier than they might otherwise have, because range of motion was extremely important to an ice dancer.

  The therapists became used to seeing patients, especially patients in their first week or two in the thing, to be in extreme pain. Renee couldn't believe it when she walked in and saw Warren, strapped into the machine, calmly reading a textbook.

  "How's it going?" she asked.

  "Fine," he said calmly.

  "Most people find that thing to be very painful."

  "It is," Warren grinned. "I just have to get through it, is all."

  "Are you on painkillers?"

  "Just ibuprofen. I've got percocet prescribed, but I only take it at night. I have trouble sleeping on my back, and I have to with this shit on my knee, so I need the percocet to sleep. Outside of that, though, I'm avoiding it."

  "Why?" she asked incredulously.

  "Mainly because I went back to class last week. I'm a senior pre-med, I can't afford to not be able to think. That percocet zonks me. Plus I don't want to become at all dependent on it. I don't want it to be tough to wean off of. I'm an athlete in an Olympic sport, and you know what that means--drug testing," he grinned.

  "Ah. I can see that, the schoolwork part especially. I'm still stunned to see you here reading a textbook like you were calmly sitting on a bench." He laughed at that. "And, we've talked about it--you're one of the easiest patients we've ever seen! You don't complain. You don't whine, even though you have an ice skating career that hangs in the balance. You come in here, smile at everyone, and do what we tell you. We wish they were all like you."

  Warren laughed. "Well, I got to do what I got to do, right? Here, sit," he said, pointing to a chair next to him. "I've been through a lot. When I met my wife, she was 14 and being beaten. She's been raped. She broke up for me for two months Freshman year which was torture worse than anything any of these machines can do to me. Shortly after that, I was raped." Renee gasped at that. "The next year, she unexpectedly got pregnant. We skated in the Olympics with her two months pregnant. There's been some other stuff. Honestly, having a fucked up knee that I have to deal with isn't that much of a big deal."

  "How old are you?" Renee asked.

  "I'll be 22 in January."

  "That's a lot in a short time."

  "Tell me about it," he laughed. "But, you know what I've learned? It all works out. I recovered from the rape. Sophie and I are married now and deliriously happy about it. The kid is a delight. Life's not always easy, but it works out, especially if there's love in it."

  "That's a wonderful philosophy," Renee told him.

  "Hey, despite some of the shit that's gone on with me, I'm lucky, and I know it. I met my one true soulmate the day after my fourteenth birthday--how many people get to say that?"

  "I see your point, but you don't worry about this?" she pointed at the knee. "You're not worried about skating?"

  "Hey, if I never skate again, so be it," Warren said. "I have Sophie, I have a ticket to med school. As for the skating, I have a World Championship, an Olympic silver medal, and a pile of prize and endorsement money. If it ends now, I can live with that." He grinned at her. "That's not to say I'm not going to work my butt off trying to get back, mind you. The Olympics are a year and a half away, I would like a gold medal."

  "I can see where you would," Renee laughed.

  * * *

  That night, Warren and Sophie were snuggling on the couch, prior to going to bed.

  "By the way, where's Jessie?" Warren asked.

  "Out with Ryan again," Sophie giggled.

  "This is getting serious, isn't it?" Warren asked.

  "I think so." She looked at him. "You notice she's been spending most nights in her own bed? I thought it was because she was worried about your knee. I don't think that's the case anymore. I think she's weaning herself away from us."

  "As long as she's happy," Warren said.r />
  "I agree. I just worry about what happens when Ryan's lovely little partner figures out what's going on."

  "Oh, shit--you're right."

  Chapter 144 - Another Accident

  About a month after Warren's accident, he got a call from Curtis Ingalls.

  "How's the knee?" Curtis asked.

  "Getting there. I'm rehabbing, but it's going to take some time."

  "Nationals, you think?"

  "I doubt it," Warren said. "Nationals are two months away, and I'm nowhere near ready to go anywhere near the ice yet. If we think we can get it together for Worlds, we'll petition for a bye."

  "Which you'll probably get, considering who we're going to have to send to Worlds if you don't go," Curtis sighed. "Ryan and Courtney, and two unknown never-were's."

  "Huh?" Warren asked. "I think you forgot about Evan and Shawna."

  "You haven't heard?" Curtis asked in surprise.

  "Heard what, Curtis?"

  "You haven't. It's been a hell of a bad month for American ice dance." He sighed. "Shawna Vickers had an accident, about a week ago. She fell down a flight of stairs in her home. Warren, this was bad. She fractured her pelvis, broke her leg in three places, broke her ankle, shattered her kneecap, tore all kinds of ligaments. They almost amputated her leg. If she's really lucky, she might walk normally someday--but skating's pretty much out of the question. Her career's over."

  "Oh SHIT!" Warren gasped. "Poor Shawna."

  Warren got off the phone and told Sophie what had happened. Then he called Evan.

  "We just heard. How you holding up, buddy?" Warren asked him.

  "I'm fine, but Shawna's disconsolate."

  "I can imagine," Warren said, "but you must be pretty upset yourself."

  "Well, yeah--I lost my partner. Plus, she's my friend, my best friend. What a way to have your career end. I could always find another partner if I wanted to, but she's pretty much done."

  "She still in the hospital?" Warren asked.

  "Yeah. She's in traction. She's been operated on a couple of times already. So, how's your knee?"

  "Minor compared to this. It'll heal."

  "That's good. This year?"

  "Maybe. We'll see. I doubt in time for Nationals, though--but I hope I'm far enough along by then to petition for a bye to Worlds."

  "Damn, I was hoping you'd go to Nationals," Evan said. "Courtney Rogers, National Champion, just turns my stomach."

  Warren laughed. "True, but I'll be happy for Ryan."

  * * *

  Ryan got to the rink for practice. There he found not only Courtney, but Courtney's hideous mother.

  "Did you hear?" Courtney asked excitedly.

  "About what?" Ryan answered.

  "Shawna Vickers! Her career is over!"

  "Yes, I heard," he said warily.

  "This is great! Kelleher won't heal in time for Nationals. The National Championship is in the bag, partner."

  Ryan shook his head. "Yeah, great. Winning a national championship by default. That's what I always wanted."

  Miriam Rogers snorted. "Winning's all that matters."

  "It's the boost our career needs. National championships carry over into other competitions," Courtney pointed out, "no matter how you win them."

  "Only until Warren and Sophie come back," Ryan said.

  "If they miss the whole year, they'll just disappear off the radar screen," Courtney giggled.

  "I doubt it. But they don't plan to miss the whole year."

  "HUH?"

  "They're going to try for Worlds," Ryan informed them. "They think Warren can be ready by then."

  "How are the going to go to Worlds if they don't go to Nationals?" Miriam said.

  "Medical bye," Ryan answered. "Which they'll have no trouble getting."

  "Oh, really? We'll see about that," Courtney said ominously.

  "Don't you dare!" Ryan threatened.

  "Ryan, you just skate. Leave the tough stuff to me," Courtney grinned.

  Chapter 145 - Jessie's Man

  "You are kidding," Jessie said before swallowing a forkful of Moo Shi shrimp. "She actually said that?"

  "Yup," Ryan confirmed, digging into the fried rice. "She's really starting to disgust me. Hey, I want to win a national championship, too. But not like this. Courtney has no compassion whatsoever. I mean, Jesus--Warren's going to come back, no use feeling sorry for him, he'll be fine--but Shawna's career is over. And Courtney's happy about this? It's disgusting."

  They were in a Chinese restaurant, the Friday after Courtney had gloated over Shawna's injuries. "How do you put up with her?" Jessie asked.

  "There are times I ask myself the same thing," Ryan sighed. "She actually wanted to go to bed the other night. I turned her down flat. I suppose her sliminess about Shawna helped me get away with that, because that's the excuse I used. She wasn't happy, but at least I had a legitimate excuse to turn her down, that I was pissed at her." His voice lowered. "That was only part of the reason though."

  "Yeah, I know what you mean," Jessie said. Then she sighed. "I've pretty much moved out of Sophie and Warren's bedroom. I know you and I haven't done anything, really, but it's weird. It felt like cheating."

  "Yeah," Ryan said. "I don't mind, though, you know. I know that's a special situation the three of you have."

  "I know, but--well, it's hard to explain."

  "You don't have to explain a thing to me, Jess," Ryan said.

  "Well, yeah, I do," she said, taking a deep breath. "Ryan, my feelings for you, are, well, rather strong. And getting stronger."

  "Good. I thought it was just me," he laughed.

  "Nope," she smiled.

  "I have to tell you, I liked you anyway," Ryan said. "I thought there was the possibility of something being there, potentially. But when I ever saw you lying on that hospital bed..." He shuddered. "And, since you've gotten out of the hospital, I can see the possibilities even more clearly."

  "Ryan, what you did for me in the hospital... well, I couldn't have been more touched. And, you're right, it's gotten more so since I got out."

  "Yeah." They ate in companionable silence after that.

  After Ryan paid the bill, they grabbed the leftovers and headed out.

  "Did you want to do something else?" Ryan asked.

  "Absolutely," Jessie said. "What did you have in mind?"

  "Well, we could hit a movie."

  "Nah," Jessie demurred.

  "We could go back to my place," Ryan suggested tentatively.

  "What a great idea," Jessie giggled. "Let's."

  They got in Ryan's car and headed towards his apartment. He let them in.

  "Nice," she said. "You're neat, even. A lot neater than where I live."

  "I don't live in an apartment with a two year old in it," Ryan laughed.

  "Good point."

  "You want a drink?"

  "Actually, if you have any wine..."

  "Coming right up."

  Ryan went and poured them both a glass. Then he sat next to Jessie on the couch. They sat there for a few moments, sipping their wine. Then, Ryan said, "Damn, this is awkward."

  Jessie laughed. "I suppose it is. So, let's change that." She put her wine glass down on the table. Then she took his out of his hand and placed it down. She smiled, and then leaned into him and kissed him. Their bodies wrapped around one another as the kiss got deeper. Jessie's hands roamed all over Ryan's back, as his hands ran up and down her waist. Then, Jessie broke the kiss, smiled up and him, and said, "I want you."

  "I was hoping you would, but I wasn't trying to push it."

  "Good, then I'll push it," Jessie laughed, running her hands over his chest.

  "I think I'll let you," Ryan laughed back. "But not here on the couch." He stood up and held out his hand to her. She joined him, and they made their way into his bedroom. When they got there, she tackled him onto the bed.

  He laughed. "Enthusiasm. I like that."

  "Good," she smiled, and leaned in and kissed h
im. They rolled around on the bed, lips locked, hands roaming all over one another. Ryan moved his hand over one of her breasts and gently rubbed it. She moaned into his mouth.

  He reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged. She helped him get it off then sighed happily as his hands reached behind her to the clasp in her bra. She shrugged out of her bra, and his lips came back to hers, as his hands gently fondled her tits.

  He moved away from her lips and gently nibbled on her earlobe as his hands roamed across her boobs. His thumb flicked at a nipple She softly moaned under the touch of his hands and lips.

  Without a word, Ryan left her earlobe and started kissing down her neck. Passing over her shoulders with his hips, he kept going and headed right for her erect nipple. She moaned appreciatively as his lips closed over her nipple.

  He gently nibbled on her tit for a while, as she ran her fingers through his hair. After a bit of this, he reached for the snap of her jeans. She eagerly raised her hips up and helped him slip the jeans off of her. Before he could settle back into his previous position, she stopped him, said, "Your turn," and went for his clothes.

  In a short period of time, they were both naked, and Ryan was back nibbling on Jessie's boob, with his hand gently fondling her pussy. Jessie, in turn, had one hand lazily tugging at his cock, the other one rubbing through his hair.

  This went on for a few minutes, both of them gently exploring the other. Then, Ryan looked up from Jessie's breast, and said, "This is so new to me."

  "What?" Jessie grinned.

  "It's hard to explain, and now's not the time."

  "OK," Jessie grinned, "but you're not making much sense."

  "I know," Ryan laughed. "Just, tell me what you like."

  "I like what you're doing. Believe me," Jessie smiled.

  Ryan smiled back, then went back to what he was doing. After a few minutes-which were made more enjoyable by Jessie's happy sighs and groans-he started kissing down from her breasts, down her stomach. As he got to her navel, clearly headed between her legs, he looked up and said, "Um, do you mind?"