Chapter 11
Dan and Christine had separate rooms in the hotel, more for appearance than convenience. They spent almost every waking hour together-and most of every night. Their lustful excursions into the world of sex were wild, uninhibited, frenetic, frenzied and varied. Christine thrived on it-she even enjoyed instructing, now that her life seemed renewed. She attacked each day with a verve that had been totally lacking a few weeks ago.
The clean, invigorating air stimulated her-she put her full energy into everything-instructing, skating, dancing, skiing, hiking, and sex.
Sex-it was almost synonymous with her life-she had known sex since she was thirteen years old.
She had always been more than satisfied with Dan-she was still satisfied with Dan. A strange uneasiness stirred in her. She hadn't known anyone in bed but Dan until Jim and Patty had come along. They had opened a latent Pandora's box in her, and now she knew that she could be satisfied by someone other than Dan-or was it just a phase she had gone through?
She had to know the truth-she had to quell the uneasiness by learning if it was only a passing phase, or if she needed variety and would have to spread her legs for whomever or whatever came along.
Those were her thoughts as sixteen-year-old Connie Burkhalter skated up to her. She was to be Christine's first pupil of the day.
Connie was of German extraction and her parents were stiffly polite. Christine was sure that they had imposed the strictest regulations on Connie, but even their Teutonic background and moralistic preachings hadn't stifled Connie's effervescence and warm personality.
Her lush and firm titties stood straight out as she bubbled up to Christine, her long golden hair shimmering in the bright sun and her lovely lavender eyes sparkling. She looked adorable in her bright red skating costume.
"I'm ready, Chris," she said in her throaty voice.
Christine looked at her and thought, "You sure are, honey-you sure are."
"Want to say good morning first?" Christine asked pointedly.
Connie shrugged her shoulders, causing her titties to move up and point invitingly at Christine. "I'm sorry-I'm just so anxious to get started," she apologized, as she blushed slightly with embarrassment. "Good morning, Chris," she continued brightly, without drawing a breath. "Good morning, Connie." Christine put her arm around Connie's back. "Let's skate in tandem for a while to loosen up the sleepy muscles."
"Okay," Connie readily agreed and put her left arm around Christine's back. They clasped hands and began to skate in time to Christine's humming.
Connie slipped slightly and Christine's hand came in contact with Connie's breast as she kept her from falling. When they continued skating, Christine kept her thumb against the round fullness in the sweater.
Connie's tit was delightful-full, ripe and firm. Throughout the lesson, Christine managed to sneak feels of the young girl's magnificent boobs. She had even become so bold as to put her hand full on one of those globes and its fullness and firmness took Christine's breath away.
When Connie skated away after the lesson, she marveled at the young girl's innocence. She had at times almost openly copped a feel and Connie had never noticed.
The rest of the morning was uneventful-she had instructed a gabby old dowager who she was sure wanted to get into her pants-a pimply-faced young boy who wouldn't know his pants from hers-and a dirty old man who kept rubbing his limp cock against her leg.
She had a delightful lunch with Dan on the veranda of the hotel, and then they rode the lift to the top of the first ski run.
Sandy Jorgenson greeted them.
Sandy could be classed as a Greek god, except for the fact that he was born in Norway. He had been a member of their Olympic team before he turned into a ski bum. Albeit, a highly successful ski bum. Women would have an orgasm if he just looked at them-and therein lay the secret of his success.
"Are you going to try the slope today," he asked.
"No-we just wanted to try the view before going back to work," she smiled in answer to his question. Dan looked on jealously-competition from anyone who looked like Sandy was unfair.
Dan didn't want to leave Christine's side for a moment when Sandy hovered over her like a huge cock ready to dive at his prey, but Dan, suddenly, had no choice. It was either go to the men's room or piss in his pants. He cursed the beer as he left them and tended to nature's call.
Sandy was quick to take advantage of the opening. "You have no lesson at four?" he asked.
"Why?" she questioned suspiciously.
"I would like a lesson."
She laughed lightly. "You? Why you've been on skates and skis all your life."
"Yes-but I not figure skate-I want to learn," he said seriously.
"You really do?" and she searched his eyes for the truth.
"Yes." he answered.
She believed him-besides what could happen on the rink with people surrounding them.
"Okay-I have no lesson at four."
"Good-I see you then," he said as Dan came out of the rest room.
Sandy bid them good-bye and returned to his pupil, a fat middle-aged lady who smiled covetously at him as he got to her side. She looked like an overly packed sausage in her ski suit. Sandy winked over the fat lady's shoulder, and looked helplessly to the sky.
Christine giggled at his reaction and it disturbed Dan.
"What'd the ski bum have to say?" he asked disdainfully.
"He would like lesson," she mimicked, "He want to become figure skater."
"You're not going to give him lessons-are you?" he asked apprehensively.
"Why not?"
"Why not?" he repeated. "Because he only wants to get into your pants-that's why not!"
"So what?" she asked. "So do all the rest of my pupils, except for the pimply-faced kid and little Connie Burkhalter."
He eyed her a moment and then came to a conclusion. "The rest I don't worry about. Him, I do. He might just get in." He said the words bitterly, almost angrily.
She knew that he was throwing Jim and New York at her-perhaps even Patty. She suddenly wondered if Patty had told Dan about them as well as Jim.
She smiled wickedly-"He might."
Dan was so mad, he couldn't speak.
"Let's go," Christine, said casually, "I've got a lesson in ten minutes."
Dan followed her to the ski lift, and they started the descent to the hotel.
She thought about what she had said to Dan.
She knew that she hadn't meant it at the time-she was just being bitchy. But now that she thought about it rationally, she knew that there was a distinct possibility that Sandy could get into her pants-if he played his cards right-if he said the right words. The thought appealed to her more and more. She had to find out the truth about herself-could she fuck for other men or was she a one-man woman?
Why not begin with Sandy? He was handsome, strong and probably built like a bull. She smiled to herself-it was beginning to feel like she was going to get into his pants-not the other way around.
When they reached the bottom of the lift, Christine took Dan's hand and reassured him that nothing would happen and apologized for being such a bitch.
He kissed her on the cheek and all was forgiven.
Christine taught skating lessons the rest of the afternoon with her mind looking ahead to four o'clock. Doubts were beginning to creep in. Would she or wouldn't she? The war went on. The battle lines were drawn. On one side, she knew that she had to either quell the uneasiness gnawing at her loins or give into it completely-on the other side, she knew what it would do to Dan if he found out she was being promiscuous.
The confrontation was upon her-the battle was enjoined. Sandy was there at four o'clock.
When she took his hand to lead him through a figure eight she knew that Sandy was going to make out like gangbusters. She felt the little impulses shoot through her body-she felt the sensual itch begin to gnaw at her pussy.
She had to refuse his invitation to dinner, because it was a nightly ritual with Dan, but she didn't refuse his invitation to don snowshoes and hike through the mountains and have a picnic at the line cabin that was nestled between the two highest peaks in Aspen, Colorado.
She was famished as she and Dan sat down to dinner. The dinner conversation was light-all hint of the tension between them that afternoon was gone.
Dan happily informed her that the federation hearing would be soon, and that they had been most encouraging in their correspondence.
Christine had overeaten. The wine made her sleepy.
She apologized and asked to be excused when Dan suggested that they go to the lounge and dance. She was really tired and sleepy-tired and sleepy enough to forego sex.
That convinced Dan. He kissed her goodnight and went into the lounge to drink some wine.
Christine had finished her nightly makeup removal chores and sat on the bed reading, her back resting against the headboard. She wore only a pair of sheer panties and a short peignoir tied loosely by a pink ribbon at her throat. It flared open, leaving half of each breast exposed.
There was a light tap on the door.
Christine looked up, startled. She knew it wouldn't be Dan-and she didn't think that Sandy would be foolish enough to come to her room.
"Who is it?" she called out apprehensively.
"Me, Connie," answered the throaty voice.
Christine got out of bed and pulled her peignoir about her as she went to the door.
The door was opened and Connie, entered the room sheepishly.
"I'm sorry to disburb you, Chris-but my parents went to the movie and I'm not supposed to be out past ten-I've been watching TV and I'm bored silly. Can I talk to you for a while?"
"Sure," Christine said and smiled.
She jumped back into bed, allowing the peignoir to spread once more, revealing her breasts. She patted the bed with the palm of her hand, inviting Connie to join her.
Connie was wearing a tight T-shirt and no bra. The lovely tits strained against the thin cotton and the nipples were taut from rubbing against the material. Christine wet her lips unconsciously as she looked at the lovely globes protruding from the girl's chest. The tight, thin shorts which she wore had crept up and delineated the line of her slit. There was no sign of panties beneath the shorts.
Connie went to the bed and slipped out of her sandals before sitting down and crossing her legs under her. Her position caused the hems along each thigh to leave a gap between the material and the bronzed flesh.
Christine could see the soft, blonde hair in the dark recesses of the shorts as Connie sat facing her.
"It sure is a drag not being allowed out past ten," Connie complained.
"I can imagine," Christine sympathized, her eyes fixed on Connie's wide-spread crotch.
"When you were sixteen-did you have to be in by ten?"
"No-but then Dan-Mr. Connors was always with me."
"Didn't you ever go out with boys?" Connie asked incredulously, as though the prospect of such a thing occurring would be a fate worse than death.
"No-I was much too busy practicing, traveling and competing to have time for boys," Christine said, a hint of bitterness creeping into her voice.
Connie shivered her shoulders dramatically. "Wow-what a drag. I don't think I want to be a figure skater if I have to give up boys. I like kissing too much."
Christine laughed lightly, wondering if Connie meant only kissing or all else that can go with it.
"I'll bet you have a lot of boyfriends," she said, looking directly at Connie's luscious tits.
"Do I ever," she thrilled as she pulled back her shoulders, making the lovely globes leap forward to strain against the thin cotton. "I have to confess," she continued as she looked down at her boobs, "these titties sure attract them."
"I'll also bet you're a big tease," Christine said, leading Connie on, trying to get her to talk about her relationship with boys and wondering how far little Connie had allowed boys to go.
"Sometimes I tease-sometimes I don't," she said impishly. "It all depends on how much I dig the guy I'm with."
"How far do you go if you dig the guy?"
"Well-I'm still a virgin, but I don't know how much longer I can hold out. Bobby-that's the boy I'm kinda' dating steady now-he sure knocks me out. When he sucks my titties and plays with my pussy-boy I just want to lay down and let him put it in me-but he's so big it scares me." ' Christine untied the ribbon around her throat allowing the peignoir to fall open, baring her breasts to Connie's beholding eyes. The short discourse on Connie's affair d'amour had set Christine's pussy twitching.
"Doesn't he want more? When a man gets excited he has to have relief or he gets an awful ache in his groin."
"Oh, I make him come-either by pumping him between my legs or jerking him off," she assured Christine. The tone of her voice was knowing-she wanted to make sure that Christine knew she was a woman of the world.
"Is he the only boy who's caressed you?" Christine wanted to know, as the itch in her snatch got worse.
"No-I've gone as far with a few other boys-but-" she smiled mischievously, "I let most of the boys play with my titties-it feels so good." She squirmed at the recollection, at the same time tugging at her T-shirt.
"Does the shirt itch?" Christine asked.
"The stupid thing is so tight it mashes my boobies flat."
Christine's eyebrows arched at that remark, if those tits stuck out like that when they were being mashed, how the hell would they look without the shirt on. She had to find out.
"If it's uncomfortable-why don't you take it off?"
"May I?"
"Sure."
And please hurry, Christine thought. She was beginning to drool in anticipation of those firm titties being out in the open.
In a flash, Connie pulled the T-shirt over her head and threw it on the nearest chair.
It was true-those tits were being mashed in the confining cloth. Now that they were free, they jutted up and out-two perfectly formed twin mounds. The nipples, taut and ripe from the agitation of the cotton shirt.
"Those are the most beautiful boobs I've ever seen," Christine said as she wet her lips.
Connie's pink pussy twinged and she stuck out her chest proudly as she said, "Thank you."
"I envy the boys who had those beauties in their mouths.".
"Do you really?" Connie could feel the nipples tauten and her little pussy begin to moisten.
"Really," answered Christine, her eyes focused on the appetizing globes aimed at her.
Connie got to her knees and crawled alongside Christine, who was leaning against the headboard, her legs stretched out in front of her.
Connie lowered her round rump back on her heels, bringing her titties level with Christine's mouth. They looked into each other's eyes a brief moment, then Connie moved forward, bringing her tit close to Christine's mouth.
She licked her lips, let her mouth open partly and swooped down on the pink, taut nipple. Her mouth opened and swallowed all the firm flesh it could, while her tongue flicked rapidly at the hot, swollen teat.
Connie moaned in delight, while her hand clamped on Christine's head, mashing the mouth against her aching tit.
As Christine's mouth worked the lovely tit, one hand moved up Connie's thigh and fingered its way to her crotch where it massaged the hot pussy with slow, firm, back and forth movements. The other hand found the zipper, pulled it down and slipped in to fondle and knead the firm, rounded cheeks.
Connie's passions were rising fast. She moved her ass in unison with Christine's massaging hand at her hungry little cunt. Her groans became more rapid and breathy as Christine's hands went to the top of the shorts and snaked them down to Connie's knees. Christine leaned forward slowly, bending the young girl back, back until she was lying dowm Connie kicked her shorts off as Christine's hand went back to her moist,'begging cunt.
Christine's mouth sucked and nipped, never allowing a second's respite to the beleaguered titty, while her hand slipped into the tight, warm virgin pussy, searching for and finding the stiff clitoris.
Connie's fresh young body was whipped around like a belly dancer as the sucking mouth and rolling fingers sent shock tremors shrieking through her tortured senses.
"I told you I like to have my titties sucked," she gasped in agonized tones.
Christine lifted her head from the hot saliva-soaked tit long enough to say, "That's not all that's going to be sucked, you hot-pussied little bitch!"
"Oooooohhhhh-" Connie groaned in delighted anticipation as Christine's mouth sucked its way across her quivering belly and came to rest on her curly blonde bush.
She moved between the girl's legs and they spread eagerly, ready to accept Christine's hot tongue. There was no hurry, so she didn't plunge right in. She let her tongue ride the ridge of the soft moist lips.
The sweet virgin aroma mixed with the passion juices excited Christine more than usual as she sucked into her mouth the fleshy lips, tonguing each mouthful.
Connie was in a state of frenzy-her loins, her ass quivered and contracted and convulsed. She begged for more.
"Oh fuck-fuck-make me come! Suck my cunt and make me come! Eat it up-eat it all up!" She screamed, over and over, as she pressed her angry cunt against Christine's sucking mouth.
Christine spread the hot, wet lips and went in, her tongue making straight for the eager clitoris. Connie almost catapulted off the bed when Christine grabbed the little prick between her lips and pressed it and rolled it.
It didn't take long. It was more than Connie could take for long. She arched into the shape of a rainbow as the orgasm swept through shuddering body.
"You cunt-you fucking cunt-you motherfucker-you cunt-lapping fucking cunt." She screamed in ecstasy as the explosion surged through every tingling fibre. Then she dropped in a heap.
Christine slowly kissed her way up Connie's relaxed body until their mouths met. The kiss was gentle. A peck on the eyes, on the nose, on the cheeks. Christine moved her tongue along the outline of Connie's lips, then she sucked gently on each lip, as she moved her crotch against Connie's. The lush, golden bushes mingled and they could feel the heat of each other.
Christine was still aroused and Connie was coming back up. Christine pressed her cunt tighter against Connie's awakening pussy. Their mouths met in a hungry, probing kiss. Their tongues entwined and explored as their tits mashed against each other, taut nipples embedding into each other's flesh, sending pulsating shivers through them.
Christine ground her cunt into Connie, faster and faster, harder and harder-one pink lustful pussy slammed against an eager virginal hole.
Their passion-filled moans and groans harmonized in a symphony of orgiastic fury.
Their hands fondled and mauled and kneaded. Their bodies slammed and pounded and writhed and ground into each other. They fucked without a cock, but they didn't notice the difference. They were in the middle of a twister being whirled up into the heavens-on the tail of a rocket aiming for the moon. They exploded as one-their arms and legs entwined, their bodies meshed together-they clung to each other with abnormal strength. Animalistic growls escaped their lips as they spewed forth their released emotions. Together they floated down from the starry heavens on a billowy cloud and were deposited back on the bed.
They lay in each others arms for an eon before Connie had the strength to move.
"I better go-my parents might check in on me."
She got up and put her clothes on while Christine lay on the bed, watching the lovely body.
Christine, still nude, got out of bed and walked to the door with Connie.
"Can I visit you again?"
"We'll see," Christine answered and kissed Connie lightly on the mouth.
"Next time I'll make love to you-all right?" Connie asked and smiled brightly.
"We'll see," Christine repeated.
Connie leaned forward and kissed each of Christine's nipples. "Good night, Chris," she blurted out and was gone.
Christine got into bed and snapped off the light. In the darkness, Christine had one answer to the question involving the uneasiness that centered between her legs. Patty hadn't been a passing phase-an interlude in her time of need. She knew now that she liked to make love to women and have women make love to her. Tomorrow, when she was with Sandy, she would know the rest of the answer-would Sandy be only the third of many men to savor the fruits of her passion?
She smiled to herself-she was fairly sure she knew the answer as she fell asleep.