Chapter 4
Christine was stepping out of the shower when she heard a knock on the door. She wrapped her terry cloth robe around her wet body and went to the door of the bedroom. She listened. She wasn't sure that she had heard a knock. There was no mistaking it this time-it was loud and insistent.
"Stop banging, I'm coming." she called out.
She tied the ends of her robe as she went hurriedly to the door, thinking that her caller was Dan. He was forever forgetting his key. Once at the door she thought better of it and stopped to make sure.
"Who is it?" she asked. "Jim Fowler."
"Who?" she questioned again.
"Jim Fowler, President of the Ice Frolics," he answered with an air of pride.
She opened the door slightly. She wasn't in the least bit disappointed in his looks. The warm smile that faced her quickly changed to a sly grin, upon seeing that Christine was almost nude.
"What is it, Mr. Fowler?" she asked embarrassedly.
"I'd like to talk with you for a few minutes, if I may."
"About what?" she asked. "Your future."
His simple statement intrigued her, just as Jim Fowler had planned it to do. He was the first person, other than Dan, who professed an interest in her future.
"My future?"
It was almost as if she were asking herself the question. She suddenly realized that she did want to talk about her future. She knew that Dan's dream was a bust and that she had better lay the foundation fdr her next enterprise.
She had gotten a glow of warmth from him, a feeling that she had known him for a long time, even though this was the first time she had ever set eyes on him. She had never heard of Jim Fowler, but she knew his show. His was the biggest and most prestigious of all the ice shows. She had even seen the show a few times and loved it. The beautiful costumes, the pageantry, the intricate routines, the glamour all made for a wonderful evening of entertainment. She had even, at one time, secretly harbored a desire to be part of it. She had also heard that the president of the company really made out with the opposite sex. He was often described as the boy satyr of the ice set. He could get a girl's ass on the ice before she could finish an outside loop. Now that she was face to face with him, she couldn't quite believe the sex tales attributed to his name. She saw that he certainly had all the attributes necessary for a life of debauchery, but her sheltered life and sexual innocence diminished such thoughts.
Her mind swept the myriad of thoughts aside and returned to the question-her future. She decided to talk with Jim Fowler.
"I'd be interested in what you have to say-why don't you join us for dinner and we can discuss it then?" she suggested.
"I'd love to, but I have to catch the ten o'clock plane for New York. My new Frolics opens in Madison Square Garden in two days," he replied.
"Oh," she said, showing her disappointment.
"Surely you can spare a few minutes. Your future must be important to you-just as mine is to me. If you don't have a future, you don't really have a present." Jim was pressing and he had gained much from his experiences-the right words for the right job, the right composure for the right situation.
Christine knew what he was attempting, but she was receptive to his advances, realizing that he was giving her a goal to shoot at-her future occupation.
"All right. No woman can refuse a poet." She smiled as she opened the door for him to enter. "Thank you, Christine."
With the use of her first name, without so much as a "may I," he had broken down the door of formality. There was nothing offensive about the way he had done it. She couldn't object; she was sure he would do the same with anyone. Be comfortable, get on a first name basis immediately, she was sure that was his philosophy. She smiled. Suddenly she was feeling very comfortable.
"I'd rather you called me Chris."
He smiled in return. "May I, Chris?" he asked, motioning to the divan.
"Please, Jim." His first name came out naturally, it wasn't forced, it didn't seem to hang on her tongue as so many other first names had on initial meetings. She was surprised that she felt so relaxed with him. It was a new feeling for her. Her contact with men was so limited because of Dan's overwhelming presence, that she tended to be uncomfortable with them.
Jim lit a cigarette as Christine sat on the divan with him. Her robe opened and exposed a firm, bare thigh.
It excited him. He had seen more of her legs when she skated, but now he could see the texture, the creamy smoothness of her legs.
Christine casually covered her thigh with the robe. She enjoyed the way that he had looked at her leg. She was almost tempted to let the robe slide away again.
"Chris," Jim said, interrupting her thoughts, "you are a very beautiful girl and you skate beautifully."
"Thank you," she smiled appreciatively.
"How much longer are you going to waste it on amateur contests?" He asked candidly.
It caught her off guard, as it was intended to do, and her brow furrowed as a puzzled expression crossed her face. She shifted her weight uneasily, and, once again, the robe slipped away, exposing the smooth conjunction of thigh to hip.
"What do you mean?" She finally asked.
Jim began to speak, but his eyes were focused on the lovely trace of gold skin, peeking out from under the protective covering of the robe.
"You're not cut out for tracing figure eights in the ice so some dried-up old biddy can see if the furrows are a sixteenth or a thirty-second apart. You were never meant to be confined within the rigid bars of cumpulsory figures."
She squirmed some more, and the top of her robe parted slightly, enough for Jim to see the curve of her breast. He had to force himself to continue speaking. He could feel his limp dick beginning to stir. He tried to get his mind off sex but the hint of her firm nipples and her luscious vagina made his voice and actions shaky.
"You're a free skater-alive, vital, inventive." He continued reluctantly. "The dull, drab conventional world of medals and trophies is for teenagers. You're a woman, a beautiful woman. You have to have the freedom to express yourself. Without that freedom, you'll dry up inside, you'll become known as the grand old veteran of figure skating before you reach your late twenties." The words poured out softly but with the impact of sharp needles piercing her mind.
She wasn't hearing anything new. Those very thoughts had tumbled through her brain, time and time again, and each time the interval between the thoughts became less as she grew older. But it was the first time someone was able to delve into the deep recesses of her mind and tell her what she was thinking. It frightened her.
"Throw off the restrictions of amateurism," he continued, "and turn professional. I want you with my Ice Frolics and you need it."
"Stop!" She cried out.
He put out his cigarette as she got up from the divan and began to pace the room. He could see her eyes were moist, but he had no idea how he had been hitting home as he talked. He knew, now, that she would become a great attraction in time, with all her attributes. At her age, he knew that she would be susceptible to his line of reasoning. He knew, now, that he had picked the most sensitive area to concentrate on, and he felt like a heel for having exploited it.
Christine walked to the window and leaned against it. She-began to sob softly as Jim watched guiltily.
Her emotions were running rampant, her thoughts bombarded her. She knew everything that Jim had said was right-it was what she had voiced in her thoughts. But he had solidified them in front of her eyes, he had made them seem real and tangible. She wanted to shout out acceptance of his offer, but Dan's image had a stranglehold on her vocal chords. Dan always had a stranglehold on her. She had tried to break the hold, to sever the invisible cable that held her to Dan, but she had never been able to. She realized that the crux of her problem was cutting the umbilical cord that linked herself to Dan. She was aware that hurting Dan was like hurting herself. She wondered how she could suddenly throw away twelve years of hard work for the opportunity of greener pastures.
Jim quietly walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders. He slowly turned her around and looked into her tear-stained face. His heart ached as he looked at her. She looked so lost, so alone, like a little child trying to grope its way through an impenetrable forest of adult emotion.
He leaned over and kissed each of her tear-filled eyes. It was all she needed. She threw her arms around his middle as if he were her protector. He could feel the heat of her body and it made him giddy. He lifted her head with his hand and kissed her softly on the lips. She pressed her pelvis into him. He kissed her again and her mouth opened slightly. His tongue slipped into her warm, receptive mouth. He could feel her beginning to tremble as she brought her tongue forward and made contact with his. His cock was beginning to stir rapidly as his hand slipped inside her robe and found her breast, the nipple already taut with excitement.
Her breathing was heavy as their lips parted and Jim kissed her ear and neck. When his mouth engulfed her nipple, she couldn't keep from squealing out, "Oh God-oh God."
He kept his mouth busy on her tit as he untied the belt of her terry cloth robe. When he reached around and grabbed her taut buttock, she straddled one of his legs and massaged her aching crotch against his rock-hard thigh. Her hand slipped down and her fingers fondled the length of his now throbbing, pulsating cock.
The length surprised and frightened her. It was even bigger and fatter than Dan's. She didn't think it was possible-she always thought that Dan had the biggest prick in the world. She wondered if the massive thing which she was holding in her hand would hurt her-her cunt was used to the huge hulk of Dan's cock. For the first time in her life, she was aching to try another man's dick-she wanted to fuck Jim.
She unzipped his fly and hesitantly put her hand inside his shorts. Her hand wrapped around his taut cock. She gasped, feeling the palm-sized glans and the armlength shaft. It was hot and throbbing. She wiped off wet drops of semen lubricant. She had to struggle to get the huge cock free of the confining cloth of his pants and shorts. Naked and dangling before her, the sight of his quivering cock caused her to shudder and moan in ecstatic expectation.
She explored its length, fingering the full sac hanging below it.
Jim's finger rolled her clitoris and she was snapped out of her preoccupation with his prick. She gasped wildly and spread her legs, giving him more room to explore her meaty, moist confines.
Suddenly he stopped massaging her clit and took her hand away from his prick. She looked at him curiously. He smiled and picked her up in his arms. She had her arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her into the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, her thighs wide open, her arms held out, wanting his body on top of hers.
She lay there in keen anticipation as he started to disrobe. Her eyes were pinned to the huge cock pointing at her as he began to unbutton his shirt.
A disturbing thought pushed into her swooning mind. What if Dan should come in? she thought. She sat bolt upright and shouted, "No!"
Jim stopped undressing and looked at her with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
"What do you mean, no?" he asked.
Christine leaped off the bed and put her robe on.
"Please forgive me, Jim," she pleaded, "I want to make love to you, but I can't."
"What do you mean, you can't?" He asked excitedly.
His peter ached, he wanted her so bad-it was ready-he was ready-and she was ready and now suddenly the whole thing was blowing up in his face, leaving him with a pair of aching balls. He wanted to grab her and throw her back down on the bed and ram his cock into her for leading him on this way, but he knew he wouldn't and couldn't-he was a man with immense pride. A girl gave herself to him willingly, eagerly-or not at all. He tried to find the reason for the sudden change of heart.
"You want to make love to me-but you can't. Maybe I'm stupid, but I don't understand."
"I've never had any man but Dan. As long as I'm with him, I won't have any other man. Please try to understand-please. I am sorry. I never should have let you start. Please forgive me." The sincerity in her voice melted the anger that had begun to swell up in Jim.
He really couldn't be angry with a girl who wanted to be true to the man she was living with. He reluctantly admired her for her decision. He looked down at his half hard penis and smiled. "Okay-but what do I do with this?" He smiled at her.
She looked longingly at the pathetic hunk of meat, dangling between his thighs. She smiled. "I don't think you'll have any trouble finding a nesting place for him. And I'll have to admit I envy the girl."
They exchanged smiles as he slipped the tool back into his pants and sighed. "That's life. Some days you just can't get it out of the rain."
They walked out of the bedroom.
Christine saw the lock turning on the door. She felt a shiver of fear race up her spine as the door opened and Dan sauntered in. His jaw sagged as he saw Jim.
Quickly Christine ran to Dan and kissed him on the cheek. Jim smiled and offered his hand to Dan.
"Nice to see you again, Mr. Connors." he offered.
"I didn't know you met my stepfather," she said in a puzzled tone as she looked at Jim, wondering why he hadn't mentioned it.
Jim was taken aback upon mention of the word, stepfather. He ignored Christine's question, standing there in shock.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dan demanded, shaking him from his startled repose.
"I-I wanted to know if Christine felt differently than you do about turning professional," he answered, trying to calm down.
"She doesn't! I tell her what she feels and doesn't feel! She'll stay simon pure until she wins the Nationals!" Dan's face was livid with rage and his voice quavered in an angry tone. His fists were clenched tightly together.
"I thought she was your stepdaughter-not your robot. You'll be nice enough to tell her when she falls in love-won't you?" He kept his voice calm while managing to wrap up his gift of words with a bow of sarcasm.
In spite of his anger, Dan flashed a look toward Christine and saw immediately that he made a mistake in flagrantly pointing out that he had gone so far as to dictate her feelings. It angered him even more to know that Jim had succeeded in driving an insurmountable wedge between himself and Christine. He whirled viciously on Jim.
"You bastard-you've caused enough trouble now, get the hell out of here or I'll throw you out!" He advanced slowly to Jim.
Jim eyed him coolly. He saw that Dan was the same height and build as him. Their only real difference was that Dan was ten years older than him, but his physical health reflected the twelve years of skating with Christine. Christine ran between them and shouted, "Dan-stop it! Stop it right now!"
Dan remained tense, ready to fight.
"I'll leave. I'm truly sorry if I've caused you any embarrassment," Jim said to Christine.
Dan relaxed and moved to the opposite end of the room as Christine faced Jim. She tried to force a smile, but it wouldn't come. Tears welled up in her eyes instead. The past few moments had been a great shock to her, physically and emotionally. It was impossible for her to shrug it off with a smile. She stared into his eyes with a pleading look, apologizing to Jim for Dan's actions.
Jim smiled sympathetically and walked to the door. He turned around and looked at her. He wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her, yet, at the same time, he wanted to shake her out of the emotional stupor that seemed to possess her. He could do neither.
"My offer will be open for a limited time. You'll always be welcome at the Ice Frolics! That is if you don't grow too old, trying to win the Nationals." His last remark was shot at Dan. Jim saw his angry response, he smiled back, then casually shut the door behind him.
Christine put her hands up to her face and began to cry aloud.
Dan rushed to her side and put his arms around her. "That dirty son of a bitch! I'm going after him and beat the hell out of him!" He started for the door.
"NO!" Christine screamed.
He stopped short and looked at her.
"NO!" she repeated. "Leave him alone!"
"But he hurt my baby-nobody can hurt my baby and get away with it!" He stammered in his anger.
"He didn't hurt me. I was hurt a long time ago. Everything he said was true."
"What did he say that was true? What did he say before I got here?"
"Nothing that I didn't know before. I knew I was a robot. I knew you regulated my feelings, but I didn't think you gloried in that, too! I thought you only wanted my medals and trophies-not my soul." Her words knifed through Dan's anger to strike upon his heart.
"You know I didn't mean what I said. I was angry. I told that bastard at the arena that you weren't interested in turning professional. But he had to insist, he had to come up here and upset you. He upset my baby-I knew it as soon as I walked in the room. I just flew off the handle-I said the first thing that came to my mind-I didn't think."
"Truth comes out of anger," she stated flatly.
"That's not true baby-you know deep down I didn't mean what I said-don't you?
"Right now, I don't know anything." It was the first thing she had uttered that she knew was true. She was torn in a million directions and it didn't seem to her as if she would ever pull herself together again.
"I know honey, I know-that nasty bastard upset my little baby."
He kissed her gently on the forehead. "I'll fix it. Daddy'll make everything all right. I'll give you a good rubdown and everything will be all right."
She looked at him maliciously. "A rubdown fixes everything-doesn't it daddy!"
"That's right baby-everything." He answered, ignoring the sarcasm in her tone of voice. He led her into the bedroom.
He took the robe from her shoulders as she stood motionless. She lay down on the bed as if she were a robot. She stared at the ceiling, her body stretched limply on the hard mattress.
Dan quickly undressed and got into bed next to her. He kissed her on the neck, but she didn't respond. He tried again and let his hand cover her breast as he moved closer to her so she could feel his hard-on. He laved her neck and kneaded her nipple as his cock hardened and pressed into her flesh. She lay there limply. It was the first time that he had ever fondled her that she didn't respond immediately.
"I know baby-you must be beat. You just lay there and daddy'll do all the work. Daddy'll fix it so you'll sleep like a log." He said, rationalizing her cold indifference.
He kept one hand manipulating her nipple as he moved his lips and tongue down to her navel. His tongue probed her navel. Dan kissed and caressed more vigorously. His free hand played with her flaxen pubic hair, then planted kisses on her stomach. He spread her legs, his hands dipped between her lovely thighs and felt the lips of her dry slit. He ran the tips of his fingers lightly along the puffed ridges.
His fingers traveled over her wet cunt-lips, spreading them wide for his eager tongue. His nose sniffed the pussy-scented odor of her blonde pubic hairs. His tongue flicked out at the gleaming meat, held open by his thumbs. Her buttocks tightened as she felt his fingers open up her moist vaginal mouth.
Her cunt-juices moistened her outer pussy-lips, flowing down the crack of her ass.
Her passion was building and she couldn't control it. She wanted relief. Jim had built her up and that unfulfilled orgasm still welled up in her like an indigestible knot. The soft, moist walls of her cunt ached to feel his throbbing shaft reaming out her desire.
Her ass undulated slowly, trying to help his strong fingers find the areas that would give her the most pleasure.
"Oh daddy-your tongue-I need your tongue!" she hated herself for saying it, but she didn't care. She had to have release-she needed to come like she had never come before.
His face moved between her legs and she spread her thighs wide to accept him. His fingers spread the sweet-smelling lips apart and his tongue entered. Christine moved her hips up, giving him greater access to her clitoris. His tongue leaped on her clit, until it was stiff enough for Dan to capture it between his teeth, to chew and munch on her erect bud. Christine's ass worked feverishly, savoring every delicious movement of his tongue and lips. Her body convulsed as her passions rose higher. Sensuous charges sparked through her body. Her pussy nerves exploded as she clawed for the beautiful orgasm that awaited her. She wanted it-she ran screaming for it.
"Almost, daddy-almost. Suck my guts right out through my cunt!" She was repeating what she had heard so many years before. Dan stuck his tongue into her cuntal cavity, licking the sopping satin walls of her fiery pussy. She wanted his whole head in her. Then, she exploded. A giant erotic wave picked her up and smashed her against the shore of ecstasy. Her body tensed and ached for more. She was delirious with desperate desire.
Slowly, slowly, she returned to earth-slowly, slowly, she relaxed. Now, every muscle in her body went limp-the last of her orgiastic fluids oozed out, forming a pungent-smelling puddle beneath her ass. Christine was at peace with the world. Dan continued making love to her juicy twat, licking the last drops of her desire.
Christine fell into a deep restful sleep, with Dan's face buried between her legs.