Chapter 2
A kiss on the forehead awakened her. Her eyes flickered open, and, through the haze of her sleepy eyes, she could see that Dan was dressing.
"What time is it?" she asked, as she yawned and stretched her relaxed body.
"Time to get to the arena, lazy bones," Dan answered.
"I'm not lazy," she said as she reached up and pressed the palm of her hand on his limp cock. "He's to blame. He siphons all the energy out of me," she purred, squeezing his cock lovingly.
His cock was beginning to get hard from the slight encouragement which Christine had shown it.
Dan pulled away, knowing full well that another squeeze would lead them into another fuck.
She reached for him again, but he backed away, out of range of her grasping hand.
"Oh, no," he admonished, "you've got an ice-skating trophy to win. When we get back, victorious-then we'll really celebrate."
"Promise?" She asked, getting out of bed and hugging him.
He pushed her gently away, making sure that he didn't touch any part of her erogenous zones. She pouted at the rebuff, but he was firm in his decision. Sex was important to him, but the skating competition was more on his mind at the moment. He was making sure that they would be there. They could have sex anytime, but he knew that the National Championship came only once a year.
"Hop in the shower, while I get your gear together."
He smiled at her. She stood there with a disappointing look on her face. She contemplated the idea of seducing him into a quick screw. If she quickly ran to him, dropped to her knees and opened his zipper and pulled his cock out, in one uninterrupted motion, then perhaps she could change his mind. Maybe then he would let her have a little cock before she had to face the drudgery of figure eights and loops at the arena. The thoughts tumbled through her head, giving her face a hungry, sex-famished look.
Dan knew her too well. He wouldn't allow her to put the nebulous plan into action. Before she was even aware of his movement, he had his strong hands on her shoulders, spinning her around. With a resounding slap on her behind, he sent her off in the direction of the bathroom.
"When we get to Hawaii-we'll spend twenty hours a day in bed," he called out after her.
She looked back at the bathroom doorway and stuck out her tongue at him.
"I may just put a lock on my pussy and keep you out forever," she threatened him, then disappeared into the bathroom.
Dan smiled happily and began gathering up her equipment.
Christine sighed as she looked around the dressing room of the arena. It was all too familiar to her. She had been in dressing rooms from Coast to Coast and all through Europe. They were all alike-bare concrete walls, wooden benches and steel lockers. Even the girls were the same-there was Patty Johnson, Sandy Kaye, Cheryl Rogers, Peggy Dale-the names were all familiar, she had skated against each of them at one time or another.
If nothing else, it made for a warm and friendly atmosphere. The brief exchanges of greetings over, she began to undress, her mind still back in the bedroom with Dan.
She was down to her lace bra and bikini panties when she looked at Patty Johnson, who was bent over tying on her skates, trying desperately to avoid looking at Christine's scantily covered "V." Patty looked up and knew that Christine had caught her in the act of ogling the luscious, blonde-covered mound. Patty smiled warmly, thinking perhaps, now, that Christine knew she was interested in her pink-walled pussy, she might be agreeable for a more intimate relationship.
Christine smiled weakly in return, to cover up her embarrassment. She then turned her back to Patty, hoping to remove any erotic thoughts from Patty's mind. She didn't realize that her bent-over position exposed the top part of her ass-cleavage, to tantalize Patty's hungry eyes.
The sight of the round, firm cheeks molding smoothly into Christine's back, the two lovely dimples at each side of the deep crack caused Patty to sigh deeply. She had to control her impulse to stick her tongue in Christine's inviting crevice.
Christine quickly shrugged into her costume to quell the uneasiness she felt under Patty's covetous look.
As Christine put on her skates, her thoughts were forced back to the time when she had watched two girls making love to each other. It disgusted her, but it was a novel experience; one that fascinated her. She had wanted to draw her eyes away from the sight, but she couldn't. The paradox of her conflicting emotions puzzled her then as it did now. The more she thought about it the more clear it became. She had been practicing her school figures and was on her way home from the rink. As she walked up the driveway of her home in Denver, she heard an anguished moan emanating from the house next to hers.
She thought that someone might be in trouble so she glanced over the fence, peering into the adjoining bedroom window. She gasped at what she saw. The lady of the house, a lovely thirty-five-year-old mother of two lovely children, was lying nude on the floor, making love to her eighteen-year-old maid. A shiver crawled up Christine's spine as she recalled the frenzied minutes that followed.
They sucked voraciously on each other's small firm tits. The young girl writhed beneath the suctioning mouth and scratching nails. The lady switched to the other tit as her hand moved to the patch of pubic hair, curling above the juicy slit. The maid's legs yawned apart. She groaned loudly as the lady's fingers found the lips, moist and eager.
Christine could see into the lovely pink pussy, and it disgusted her. She turned her face away, but she couldn't leave, her feet felt like they were nailed to the ground. In spite of the revulsion, she looked back into the room, watching the lady's fingers tweak the maid's clitoris. The young girl, tried to muffle her ecstatic groans as the lady mashed, rolled and kneaded her stiff little clitoris.
Christine wanted to put her hands to her ears when the girl screamed, "Eat me-eat my pussy-chew the little man in there-suck my guts right out through my cunt!" She wanted to put her hands to her ears, but she didn't. Instead she watched. She listened. She became aroused as the lady's face moved between the young girl's legs. Christine became oblivious to everything around her as her own hand crept unconsciously between her legs and massaged the aroused lips of her moist virgin box.
She could tell from the girl's violent contortions that the lady had searched for and found the girl's clit. As the lady's head and mouth worked feverishly, trying to make the young girl reach the pinnacle, she straddled the girl's face. The maid needed no more invitation than that. She quickly grabbed the lady by the cheeks of her ass and pushed her mouth into the inviting, moist, warm cunt. Christine watched in wide-eyed fascination, her hand capturing her cunt-juices as the two females sucked each other's pussies.
They worked faster and faster. Christine was caught up in their frenzy and finger-fucked her own crack in rhythm with them. The two bodies reached the peak together. Their bodies tensed, they grabbed each other as tight as they could, while their faces rutted deeper into each other's cunt. Christine heard the muffled screams of their glorious bliss. Suddenly Christine realized that she had had an orgasm at the same time they did. It embarrassed her. She felt like she had taken part in something that was nasty. She ran into her house bewildered by her actions.
A man's voice on the intercom system in the locker room brought her back to reality.
"Will the ladies in the women's competition please report to the judges' stand."
As Christine got up, she noticed that Patty was still watching her. She stood up, feeling the lathery wetness between her legs. She wondered if Patty noticed that, too.
She pushed the thoughts from her head as the girls scrambled from the dressing room, eager to begin the competition.