Dance of a Lifetime

by Frank Downey

  "Mind? Why on earth would I mind?"

  "I've never actually done this before. Uh, some people think it's gross."

  "Some people are idiots," Jessie laughed. "Do not stop."

  He chuckled, and didn't stop. He worked his way down and then buried his face between her legs. He'd always wanted to do this, but Courtney wouldn't stand for it. What was I missing, he marveled to himself, as Jessie moaned under the gentle assault of his tongue running up and down her pussy lips. As he zeroed in on her clit, she groaned louder, and brought her legs up around his shoulders. She pressed her thighs into his head as he nibbled and licked at her clit-and he didn't mind at all.

  "My God," she gasped, "are you sure you've never done this before?"

  "Yup," he said, muffled, then went back to it. It wasn't long before she exploded, moaning deeply. He withdrew, letting her settle down a bit, then dove back in.

  "Ryan, wait!" she said.

  "Too much?" he asked.

  "No, but... just get up here, next to me. Lie on your back." Puzzled, he did so. She grinned at him, moved herself around, and-to his surprise-climbed on top of him, straddling his face. "If I start to suffocate you, just slap my ass," she said with a grin, looking back at him. He grinned back, and she lowered her dripping pussy down to his mouth. He started back in licking it up and down-then he felt her mouth engulf his dick.

  This was a first, too. Courtney wasn't into oral at all. He couldn't believe how good Jess's mouth felt wrapped around his dick. He enjoyed it for a minute, then went back to licking her pussy. He had his hands on her hips, steadying her, rubbing his hands along her flanks. As he again zeroed in on her clit, she started moaning around his cock, which just increased the sensations.

  Since Jessie had already gone once--and since she strongly suspected that this was his first blowjob--it was no surprise to her that he went first. She felt it swell in her mouth, then he yelped, "Oh, God, Jessie, cumming!" He was very sweet to warn her, but she was having none of that--she gulped his whole length down and felt his cum splatter on the back of her throat. Since he--amazingly--didn't lose a beat on her clit with his tongue even while he was cumming; and since she loved the feel of a guy cumming down her throat; she went right after him. She ground her pussy into his face and spasmed as she groaned around his deflating cock. She went right on cleaning off the remnants of his cum as she exploded above him.

  To Ryan, it was like being hit by a freight train.

  Jessie climbed off of him, rearranged herself on the bed, and snuggled into this shoulder, sighing happily. She went to kiss his cheek and looked at him. "Honey? You look upset."

  "No, not upset, not at all. Shell-shocked would be more accurate."

  Jessie giggled. She reached down and started lightly tugging at his cock. "Well, let me get this guy woken up again, then you'll really be shell-shocked."

  "You're amazing," he said.

  "You're pretty damn fantastic yourself." She flexed her had around his dick, trying to coax it back to life. It didn't take much coaxing.

  As Ryan's dick started reviving, so did the rest of him. He gently started kissing her face and neck, and ran one hand all over her body, the other one playing with her hair. Jessie sighed as his lips caressed her neck and his hand gently fondled her breasts and stomach. She gripped his cock and felt it grow in her hand.

  She tugged on his cock, and whispered in his ear, "Make love to me." She lay back on the bed, legs parted, open to him, smiling up at him as he positioned himself between her legs.

  Ryan wanted to do this right--but there was a nagging thought in the back of his mind that he never had--done it right, that is. Even though they hadn't made love yet, every one of his previous sexual experiences already paled completely, compared to this.

  He looked down at her, open and waiting, smiling at him. He took his hand and positioned himself at her entrance--then he reached down and kissed her. She eagerly returned the kiss, and, as their tongues wrapped around each other, he slowly slid himself into her. She moaned into his mouth.

  Ryan started a steady, slow pace, pulling himself all the way out of her then sliding back in to the hilt. Their tongues and lips were still fastened to one another as Ryan moved in and out of Jessie. She brought her legs up and hooked them at the ankles above his ass. After a few minutes, Jess broke the kiss and hissed "Oh my God, Ryan!"

  He looked down at her and their eyes met. On an unspoken signal that Ryan was amazed he picked up on, he started moving faster. He gradually picked up speed until he was vigorously slamming in and out of Jessie. She slung her hips up to meet his thrusts, and started a low moan as he picked up speed.

  Their hands found one another's. Hers were on the bed, up beside her head. His, holding him up, found hers, and their fingers intertwined as he moved in and out of her. Suddenly, her fingers gripped his full force. She moaned, "Oh, Ryyyyaaaaannnnnnn!" and stiffened beneath him, her hips coming off the bed. He felt her pussy contract around his dick, and thrust through it, reaching his own climax as she came down.

  He tried to get off her, but she wouldn't let him. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, and pulled him by his shoulders so that he was right on top of her. Finally, after his dick had slipped out of her, she allowed him to roll them onto their sides. She was still plastered to him.

  "Oh, my Jesus," she finally gasped.

  "I agree," he chuckled.

  "That was perfect. Just perfect. And I didn't even have to say anything," she marveled. "Wow." She looked at him. "You've really never gone down on a girl before?"

  "Nope. You seem surprised."

  "I'm very surprised." She looked at him. "I know it's gauche to bring up other lovers when you're in somebody else's bed, but you have to understand--I have a basis of comparison. And you are damn good."

  "Basis of comparison?" he asked.

  "You're going to drag this out of me, aren't you?" she grinned. He nodded. "Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you. Well, first of all, don't forget I spend part of my time in bed with another girl."

  "Ah," Ryan said. "And girls are better at that, cause they know how it feels."

  "In theory. However, as good as she is, even Sophie's not as good as Warren. If pussy lapping were an Olympic sport, Warren would have a closetful of gold medals, OK?" Ryan looked at her-and cracked up laughing. "True story. But, honey, you were damn close. And on your first time? I was very happy to discover that, let me tell you."

  "Well, if I have that much natural talent, I'll just have to keep practicing my technique, won't I?" he said with a sly smile.

  "Any time you want," Jess beamed.

  Ryan just grinned. "So, tell me," she continued. "What did you mean earlier, about it being new to you?"

  "You sure you want to hear this?"

  "Yeah. Hey, you've heard some stuff about Warren."

  Ryan sighed, and stroked her hair. "True, but this isn't as good. Courtney liked sex one of two ways. Completely dominating, or catatonic. Either she took all control of the situation, or she just lied there like a blow-up doll. Depending on her mood, but that's what I got. The only foreplay was the odd swipe of a hand. That's the first time I've ever done oral, giving or receiving. And it's the first time I've ever been in bed with, well, I don't know," he faltered. "I guess the best word is equal. This is the first time I've been to bed with an equal. "

  "Ah," Jessie said. "Well, Crash was usually pretty dominating, so I understand that part of it. And my other situation, well, that's just a little weird. It was nice to be in bed with one person and have all his attention."

  "You certainly had that," Ryan laughed. "Especially when you came. God, what a sight."

  "Glad you liked it," Jessie giggled. "I plan on letting you see it a lot."

  "I think I can handle that," Ryan grinned.

  Chapter 146 - Suspicions

  The next Friday night, Sophie and Jessie were sitting on the couch.

  "Warren's already asleep?" Jessie asked.

  "Yeah,
" Sophie sighed. "Rehab and school is really wearing him out, he's so tired all the time. Plus he's cranky and depressed. He hides it well, for our sake, but I know him too well. The poor guy's exhausted and miserable."

  "Which means, I take it, that Sophie's not getting any."

  "Sophie's not getting any at all," Sophie started. "And, you've been spending a lot of time in your own bed."

  "Yeah," Jessie agreed, "and I think it's going to stay that way for the foreseeable future. I hope you don't mind, and I'm sorry, since you're obviously horny--but I'd feel funny sleeping with you guys now."

  "What happened?" Sophie asked.

  "Well, Ryan and I slept together for the first time a week ago tonight. Wasn't the last time, either. In fact, if he were around, I wouldn't be sitting here chatting with you."

  Sophie laughed. "Where is he?"

  "Moscow."

  "Oh, yeah--Cup of Russia. I've kind of blanked on the whole Grand Prix schedule since we weren't able to be in it this year. So," she grinned, "how was it?"

  "Oh my God, Sophie," Jessie grinned. "Look, I knew I was falling for him before we went to bed. Now, afterwards? Even more so. He's everything I could want--in a boyfriend, and in a lover."

  "I'm glad, Jess, really," Sophie smiled. "I'll admit it, I'm going to miss you, but I'm happy for you."

  "Well, the thing with Ryan is still kind of new, so I don't want to jeapordize it--but, as for you and I, I'll never say never. I'm not quite sure how open-minded Ryan would be--especially if it includes Warren--but he didn't have any problem with it before we went to bed with one another."

  "Jess, it's OK. Really. Ryan's your important thing right now. Warren and I will always love you, no matter what, and no matter where you sleep."

  "I know."

  "Besides, you have a bigger problem, you know."

  "Yeah. Courtney."

  "Does she know?"

  "I don't believe so. I think Ryan's trying to keep it a secret from her for as long as he can. Which, I'll admit, makes me uncomfortable, but I understand his reasons."

  "I hope it doesn't blow up in his face," Sophie said.

  * * *

  Laurel was insecure, and she knew it. She couldn't help it.

  She still couldn't quite believe she had snared someone like Ryan Kelleher--and, because she didn't quite believe it, she didn't believe in it. Laurel was a beautiful girl, but you couldn't convince her of that--since she'd been invisible to guys until she met Ryan. That was because of her intimidating brains, but she didn't always quite see it that way. Ryan being her first serious boyfriend, she didn't have any experience to draw on. She kept seeing Ryan as keeping her around until he found something better.

  This was especially true now that Ryan had become Georgia Tech's starting point guard, and was playing well. The girls flocked to him.

  And Laurel didn't feel she could measure up. She didn't even think she treated him especially well, though she didn't do it on purpose. She was just very committed to her schoolwork--and she sometimes blew him off because of it.

  On this Saturday night, he had pulled her away from the books long enough to go to a party. And she was not having a good time. Ryan was being bombarded. She had brought her friend Lisa, so she's have someone to talk to, but that wasn't enough. Ryan was trying, but, if it wasn't the guys on the team pulling him aside to talk basketball, it was the horde of girls accosting him as he tried to make his way back to Laurel.

  One was particularly persistant. To make matters worse, she was everything Laurel wasn't--a bubble-headed bleach blonde with enormous tits and a waspish waist who was slobbering all over Ryan. Besides her self-percieved physical shortcomings, Laurel was well aware that she didn't slobber. She loved Ryan with all her heart, but she just wasn't the fawning type. She was too self-contained for that.

  But this bimbo was certainly the fawning type, and, to Laurel's horror, it seemed to be working. She saw Ryan--her boyfriend!--put her arm around this girl and lead her off from the main party, towards a room in the back! With her here? She couldn't believe it! She knew this day was coming, but with her sitting there? She wanted to cry.

  Lisa, her friend, saw it all. "What is he doing?"

  "Replacing me, isn't that obvious?"

  "Nothing's obvious, you can't make assumptions," Lisa said. "Go follow them."

  Laurel found where they had gone, a bedroom in the back of the house. She stood outside the door and heard the girl say, "Ryan, I'm so glad we're finally alone!"

  "Carrie, we're alone so we can talk."

  "Talk? I can think of more fun things to do than talk," Carrie giggled.

  "Look, Carrie. I'm flattered, really. But you have to stop this. I have a girlfriend."

  "Laurel?" Carrie snorted. "I hear she treats you like shit." Laurel, still listening from outside the door, blinked at that.

  "Where did you hear that?" Ryan asked incredulously. "Laurel treats me like anything but shit."

  "It's common knowledge around the team that she blows you off to study."

  "So? School's important to her. I 'blow her off' for basketball, sometimes."

  "What does she have that I don't?" Carrie asked.

  "My heart," Ryan said. Laurel just about melted at that. How could I have doubted him for a second, she thought to herself. Carrie was still babbling, but Laurel barely heard it. She did hear Ryan's voice rise, just a bit, in response.

  "Listen. I've tried to be nice, but that's not working. First of all, Laurel's brilliant. I'm not in her league, but I'm no dummy, and I prefer a girlfriend who I can have an intelligent conversation with. Sorry, Carrie, but that leaves you right out. Second of all, Laurel's every bit as beautiful as you are--and she's wearing a quarter of the makeup you are so she comes by it naturally. I'd even bet your boobs are fake." Laurel heard Carrie hiss at that one! "Third of all, Laurel loves me for me--the whole me. She wouldn't care less if I quit basketball tomorrow. Without basketball, you wouldn't even give me the time of day. What does Laurel have that you don't? Everything. Goodbye, Carrie."

  Laurel waited, out of sight, until she saw Carrie clomp out of the room. Then she ran in and launched herself at Ryan, tackling him back onto the bed in the room.

  "Wha... Laurel?"

  "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" she blurted.

  "For what?"

  "For spying on you," she said. She was blubbering by now. "I followed you, I saw you bring her in here, and I thought, you know--I'm so sorry!"

  "It's OK. It probably did look suspicious," Ryan said, cuddling her close.

  "I'm so insecure. I keep waiting for you to tell me you found someone else. What you said to her, it was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard."

  "You're so self confident everywhere else, maybe I just don't realize." He pulled her head up so he was looking in her eyes. "Laurel. I love you. You have nothing to worry about. Ever. Got me?"

  "Yes," she said.

  "Face it, kiddo--you're stuck with me."

  "If that's stuck, I'll take it!"

  * * *

  Courtney Rogers was beside herself.

  She and Ryan had gone to Skate Canada and had finished second--good enough. But then they had gone to Cup of Russia. The world silver medalists, Kuznetsova and Vasilyevskiy, were there, so they figured another second would be fine.

  They finished fourth. Not only the Russians defeated them, but the Brits--who they had beaten at last years' worlds, fluke though that might have been--plus a young Canadian team that nobody had ever heard of. Heck, they barely beat the Irish team.

  Courtney was livid. She blamed Ryan for the bad showing. It wasn't as though they had made mistakes or anything--they hadn't. They were just sluggish--and Courtney blamed Ryan because he just didn't seem interested.

  They got on the plane back from Moscow and Courtney started in on him. Usually, a good harangue worked wonders, because Ryan was a wimp. It didn't take much to get him cowering in the corner, determined to do everything Courtney said.

  Not
this time. "Court, shut up," he said the minute she started in on him.

  "What?"

  "You heard me. I'm in no mood for your tongue."

  "Well, you're gonna get it anyway! You blew that competition!"

  "Me? ME? The last time I checked, there were two skaters on that ice!"

  "Right," Courtney said, "and the male skater of that couple skated like he didn't want to even be on the same ice surface as the female skater! And the judges noticed it! You weren't skating with me, you were throwing me around like a sack of potatoes!"

  "Maybe if you made skating with you a more pleasant experience, I wouldn't feel that way."

  Courtney was taken aback--Ryan was never like this. He was a very manipulatable person. He never fought back. What was going on? Time for the heavy artillery. "Fine, Ryan, if you feel that way, maybe you shouldn't be skating with me. You can be replaced, you know."

  "Really?" he snorted. "With who?"

  "Well, I hear Evan Pogdar needs a partner."

  Ryan actually laughed at that. "Evan? Are you shitting me? Evan wouldn't put up with your bullshit for seven seconds! And the minute your fucking mother said one word to him, he'd be out of there. Don't give me Evan. Face it, Court--you're stuck with me. And if you want this to work, you might want to start treating me as a human being, and not something you scraped off your shoe."

  Courtney didn't say anything to that. She couldn't--she was too stunned. What the hell had gotten into her docile, accomodating partner?

  * * *

  Kristin Kelleher was driving to Tom's apartment in Acton, thinking.

  She trusted Tom, she did. But there were times when it was difficult--because he really got along well with Allison. And they were living together.

  Allison was outgoing, vivacious, fun. Now that her skating was in a much more comfortable position, having gotten away from Ron Aztov, the real Allison came out more and more. She was great, even Kristin liked her, a lot--but Tom was who she was with, day after day. Kris couldn't say that this fact made her at all comfortable.