Chapter 13
The new-found friends bade each other farewell after promising to get together often for an evening of fun and games.
As they made their way down the gentle slopes, Christine kept wondering how Dan was going to react to her flagrant disregard for his feelings.
She was grateful for all he had done for her, but she could no longer content herself with just his cock-she knew that she had to have others-many, many others and he would have to know the truth. That would be the most difficult thing she'd have to do in her whole life ... to look into Dan's eyes and tell him that she could go on skating for him alone, but she could no longer go on fucking for him alone.
She fervently wished there was some way to postpone the moment of truth, but she knew there wasn't.
The moment was fast approaching. Dan was waiting on the veranda as she and Sandy walked briskly toward the hotel.
Dan glared at Sandy as he said good-bye to Christine.
When Sandy was out of earshot, Dan grabbed Christine by the arm.
"Come to my room. I want to talk to you!" he said in a low, intense voice.
She jerked her arm out of his grasp, "We'll go to your room and talk, but you don't have to lead me. I know the way!"
"Miss Gray-Mr. Connors," they heard a voice call as they crossed the lobby. It was Mr. Cornwell, the manager of the hotel. He walked up to them, and, after inquiring of Christine's well-being, he asked Christine if she would perform an exhibition the following Saturday to kick off Snow Festival Week.
Dan assured him that she would be only too happy to do it. She resented Dan answering for her-a deep, burning resentment, but she said nothing, not wanting to cause a scene in the lobby. It could wait until she got up to his room.
She slammed the door shut behind her after they were in Dan's room. Dan had meant to rage at her, but she beat him to the punch.
"Don't you ever answer for me again!" she began. "If I want to put on an exhibition-I'll do the answering-not you! I might just have plans to get fucked Saturday afternoon!"
Dan's mouth dropped open. He tried to speak and all that came out was a series of 'buts."
"And don't interrupt," she continued. "Now-before you ask what happened at the cabin-I'll tell you. Not only did I fuck Sandy, but two couples dropped in on us and I fucked them, too! Men and women! From now on, if you want to get your ashes hauled you stand in line with the rest-is that clear??" She didn't wait for an answer, she stormed out of the room, again slamming the door behind her.
Three times during the week, Dan came, hat in hand, seeking equal time, but each time Christine was busy. One night, Connie was ministering to her needs, eating Christine with her soft full lips just as Christine had done for her.
Another night, Sandy was there for a repeat trip up her juicy bunghole. But she forced him to eat her and put his short stump in her cunt before she would let him get his pleasure from her tight ass.
Another night she had decided the boy with the pimply face needed a good sucking to clear up his complexion, so she maneuvered him into her room and raped the poor kid. She sucked his long skinny prick until it was dry, they she straddled him and rode it until he passed out.
She lay relaxing on her bed the night before she was to give the exhibition when there was a light knock on the door.
She wondered if the old man with the limp cock was coming calling. The thought amused her as she opened the door and let Dan in.
He seemed distraught. She softened a little and allowed him to stay. He explained that one of his shopping center developments was running into a little financial trouble, that he would have to leave for Denver early in the morning.
She wished him God speed and said good night. He didn't leave. He shifted nervously, like a young boy on his first visit to a whorehouse.
"Now, what is it?" she asked impatiently.
"I want you-I need you. It's been over a week. Can't you forgive my stupidity?" he pleaded.
She looked at him. He suddenly looked like a tired, old man. Dan-her strength-the man she loved-the man she worshipped-the man she obeyed without question-stood before her begging for a piece of pussy. She wanted to laugh, but couldn't-the long years that had passed were still too much a part of her. She felt pity-compassion, now, for the shell of the man she had loved and revered.
She slipped out of her robe, lay back and spread her legs. "All right, Daddy. Come and get it. A little going away present for you to take with you to Denver."
The flush returned to Dan's face, his cock snapped to rigid attention and he was out of his clothes almost in the wink of an eye. He dove headfirst into her moist, gaping cunt. She gave him a night that he would long remember. She had his cock in every hole that she could find-her cunt, her ass, her mouth, her ears, her nostrils, in her armpits-she even tried to bore a few new ones.
Dan left her room on extremely shaky legs.
Saturday was a perfect day, crisp and clear. The sun beat down and warmed the crowds gathering for the day's festivities. Every available bench was in use. People sat on the tops of cars and buses.
As Christine watched from the sideline, a young couple gave an exhibition of figure skating in pairs. They were good and received a fine hand in spite of the fact that they had missed a number of steps and had taken a spill. It didn't matter-the crowd was there to have fun-not to judge finesse or technique.
The small rock combo played a medley of tunes and then the announcer introduced Christine. The combo swung into the intro of the music she had discussed with them. She readied herself and pushed out on to the ice, making a swift circle of the rink. She built up speed and zoomed into a flying leap. She heard the crowd gasp-it was the highest she had ever left the ice and the best leap that she had ever done.
The wind whipped through her hair and moped at her face with frosty fingers.
A realization battered through-Dan wasn't watching-Jim wasn't watching-there were no judges watching-she didn't have to please any of them-only herself-only herself-it echoed in her ears.
She thrust herself forward-she felt free and loose and powerful. Her skates flashed, her body arched and spinned and leaped-she threw out her prepared routine and improvised wildly, savagely.
Jim's words echoed in her brain-forget about me-forget about everyone-skate for yourself-live for yourself-become a selfish cunt.
It all crystalized. She was practicing what he preached and she was skating as she had never skated before.
The ovation was deafening.
Mr. Cornwell ran up to her out of breath.
"Miss Gray-never in my whole life have I seen a more magnificent exhibition of figure skating! Sandy ran up to her.
"Christine-if I live to be one hundred-I'll never get bigger goose bumps."
She, had arrived-she knew it and every mother's son who watched her knew it.
The Ice Frolics, New York Office, told her the show was in Chicago. That was all she needed to know. She was on the next plane.