Chapter 10
Four more days in the chorus-four more days of seeing Jim but not talking to him, and even Patty's tenderness-her tongue and dildo could not bring any response from Christine. Patty's worst fears had become manifest.
Christine was wallowing in the depths of self-pity. It came very close to being emotional masochism. The inhumane way in which Christine was torturing herself was too much for Patty to bear and she did the only thing she thought might help-she made a long distance phone call.
Patty had absented herself from the apartment on the pretext that she had some shopping to do.
Christine was lying nude on her bed when she heard a light rapping on the front door. She listened, thinking it might be her imagination.
It came again-a little louder.
She got out of bed and slipped into her terry cloth robe as she went out of the bedroom and walked to the front door.
The rapping became louder and more insistent.
"Keep your shirt on-I'm coming," she called out in agitation.
She opened the door tentatively and saw Dan, a huge smile splitting his face. Her mouth dropped in surprise as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.
The initial shock was over and Christine screamed, "Dan!" She threw her arms around his neck-her robe flew open allowing her bare body to press against him as she smothered his face with kisses.
She finally released him and stepped back to drink him in, not caring that she was exposed to his adoring eyes.
"Oh, Dan-it's so wonderful to see you!" she squealed delightedly.
There was still someone who cared-someone who loved her-who wanted her-wanted to care for her-watch over her and guide her.
"What are you doing in New York?" she asked. "Patty called me and told me everything."
She ran into his arms and felt the security there-it made her feel that warm glow again-made her feel like she belonged to someone again.
"It's all right baby-it's all right."
"Oh, Daddy, take me away from this awful place."
"I will baby. I should have come right after you when I read the note you left me. But I wanted you to learn a lesson. We need each other-you don't function without me beside you-and I don't feel alive without you to fill my life."
"I learned my lesson, Daddy," she pouted and then asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"To Aspen Colorado-you're not an amateur anymore, so I spoke to the owner of the hotel, who's a friend of mine and we're both going to be figure skating instructors there."
"It sounds wonderful, Daddy," she purred as she pressed her body close to his.
"I've also sent a letter to the amateur federation requesting a hearing to try and reinstate you as an amateur."
"Do you think there's a chance?"
"A very good one. My baby is still going to win the National Championship for me-isn't she?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy-I will-I will!"
Their mouths met and they kissed hungrily. The long-suppressed passion in him stirred, and she could feel his cock begin to stiffen. He moved away.
"We'd better start packing-the plane leaves in three hours."
She moved back in close to him and put her hand tenderly on the bulge in his pants.
"There's time for my Daddy to massage his little baby-isn't there?" she asked, her eyes watching the bulge forcing the cloth farther away from his body.
"There's always time for my baby."
He pulled her to him and they kissed greedily. Her hand, encircling his big cock, began stroking smoothly.
As soon as they entered the bedroom, Christine dropped the robe from her shoulders and sat on the edge of the bed, his erect cock level with her mouth. She zipped his fly down and pulled out his pulsating prick.
The head was an inch from her mouth as she looked up. He was looking down at her-waiting-anticipating the first entry into her lovely mouth.
"Isn't Daddy going to take his clothes off?"
"Sure, honey," he said and threw his suit jacket to the side.
He started unbuttoning his shirt as Christine's mouth went over his straining head. His body quivered at the shock of warm, wet contact.
He fumbled with the buttons-they were suddenly too large for the holes. He couldn't wait-he pulled each side of the shirt and the buttons popped in all directions.
He unbuttoned the one button of his pants and they dropped to the floor as Christine reached up and hooked her fingers into the elastic top of his boxer drawers and pulled them below his cock.
One hand fondled the well-filled sac, while the other guided his rod back into her mouth. Her warm saliva clung to his prick as she moved slowly back and forth over his swollen muscle. The head struck the back of her mouth, and she contracted her throat muscles, milking the sensitive cap.
It had been awhile since Dan had shot a load and he was ready. His cock began to dance spasmodically in her mouth as the jism rumbled its way to the opening.
She felt his shaking and increased the sucking motion until Dan exploded into her gaping mouth. The force of the initial blast almost stunned her, but she held her ground and took jolt after jolt of the hot sperm without spilling a drop from her mouth-she took it all, savoring every drop. She milked his cock and sucked at the opening like it was a straw and there was something blocking the tube keeping the salty jism from reaching her eager mouth.
When she finally let go of his half-limp dick, he slipped to his knees weakly directly in front of her.
She laid back and brought her feet up to the edge of the bed, at the same time spreading her knees.
Her beautiful moist, pink pussy, staring at him in all its loveliness, was more than Dan could stand. In spite of his weakened state, he plunged his face into her and his tongue pounced all over her clitoris, sending Christine into ecstatic gyrations.
"Suck it daddy-suck it!" she exclaimed rapturously. "It's been so long."
He went at the clit with a vengeance-almost an unconscious desire to show Christine what she had been missing and what she would miss if she ever left him again.
His tongue worked magically and smoothly as she rose in her frenzy until she jammed her crotch into his face and let loose her pent-up anguish. She squirmed and squirmed, trying to get every last bit of joy from his laving mouth.
She got it all and relaxed. Dan stood up and looked at her beautiful body.
"I hate to rush you at a time like this, but we have a plane to catch."
She stirred reluctantly, then got up with Dan's helping hand. He kissed her gently.
"Let's shower and pack."
"All right Daddy."
They showered, packed and left.
When Patty got home, the apartment was empty. She felt a big aching void cover her.
She read the note that Christine had left and her eyes filled with tears. She loved Christine with a tender, unselfish love-a love no man could ever give her. She had done what she thought was best for Christine and, now, she was alone.
She clutched the letter to her breast and cried uncontrollably.