Chapter 8
Madison Square Garden was packed with first-nighters-celebrities, the wealthy and the patrons of figure skating and ice shows.
The orchestra began the opening overture-a medley of tunes from the show. The entire company skated out of the darkness onto the rink, into the blinding display of multi-colored lights that splashed over the entire skating surface.
Christine stole a quick glance at the seat where she knew that Jim and Pete would be sitting. He was there. Her nervous tension disappeared.
Everything would be all right. She was under the watchful eye of her protector. He would correct her, he would guide her from now on.
The show continued smoothly. Christine had changed her costume and waited, now, for her turn to go on.
When Patty came into the dressing room with the rest of the chorus, she knew Jix and Jax were on and she was next. As she was leaving the dressing room, Patty came up to her and kissed her on the cheek.
"Good luck, roommate," she said.
Christine thanked her absently as she left.
At the entrance to the rink, she craned her neck to catch a glimpse of Jim. She was relieved; he was still in his seat. She relaxed and watched Jix and Jax go through their hilarious antics on ice. She had seen them before, but she still found their clowning extremely funny. The prat slide off the ice from the middle of the rink concluded their performance.
The Garden suddenly went black. The public address system announced to the house that Christine Gray was the next attraction. The orchestra began her introduction number. A magenta spotlight picked her up and she skated to the middle of the rink where another spotlight was focused on her. She went into her routine-all the while wondering if she was pleasing Jim. Her thoughts remained on Jim. Her spins, her leaps, her sitz spins were all for Jim-Jim must be satisfied.
She began her final spin to the accompanying roll of the drums. Suddenly she spread to a jolting stop as the music crashed to the end.
She received a polite round of applause. She recognized it for what it was, and, she was crushed-she felt that she had let Jim down. She skated off the ice as the orchestra struck up the next production number.
She was fully dressed in her street clothes. Everyone had left the dressing rooms except Patty.
"Why don't you go on home, Patty," Christine suggested, "I have to wait for Jim. I have to find out what I did wrong."
"Why don't you come along? Jim isn't going to show anymore. It's opening night-he has friends to talk to-parties to go to. You can see him tomorrow before the show."
Christine knew Patty was right-Jim wasn't going to show. She knew that he wouldn't be there as soon as she had finished her number.
"All right, let's go home," she sighed reluctantly.
They walked to their apartment in silence.
Christine slipped into a short nightgown and then sat on her bed, looking through an old issue of Life Magazine.
"Want to watch some TV?" Patty asked.
Christine looked up and her eyes widened. Patty was standing in the center of the room, nude.
Patty saw Christine's reaction.
"I hate to sleep with anything on-it's too restricting."
Christine was seeing Patty's body for the first time. It was gorgeous. Her breasts were larger and fuller than Christine's-the small tummy was meant to fit perfectly into a man's palm. The black pubic hairs glistened. Her long trim legs were straight and lithe-looking. The skin over her entire body was milky white, making her nipples look even pinker than they were.
"Want to watch some TV?" Patty repeated.
"I don't care," was Christine's indecisive answer.
"Ah-there's nothing good on anyway." Patty grabbed a Playboy magazine and hopped into bed.
Christine leafed through the pages of Life and really couldn't get interested. She dropped it to the side of her bed and, lying down, stared at the ceiling.
Patty looked through the copy of Playboy, but she was more interested in Christine. She kept looking over at Christine, trying to think of some way she could cheer her up. She tossed the magazine aside and went over and sat on the bed with Christine, facing her.
"Hi, roommate," she smiled.
"Hi, roommate," Christine answered weakly.
She felt like she had been kicked in the stomach and she really wasn't in the mood for any conversation.
"Want to talk?" Patty asked, crossing her legs.
Although she smiled, Christine really wasn't in the mood for talk but she was intrigued by the luscious pink pussy winking at her. She wasn't sure if Patty pointed it at her by design or by accident but in any case she had to force herself to look away.
"I know you want to help, Patty, but honestly I just don't feel like talking-I'm too up-tight," Christine said miserably, and turned her head away.
"Momma Johnson has the cure-all for tightness," Patty said as she started to lift Christine's short nightgown over her head.
"What are you doing?" she asked as the tops reached her shoulders.
"I'm going to massage you-I have the best set of hands in the U.S. including Hawaii and Alaska," she proudly announced. "If my hands can't loosen you up, then rigor mortis has set in."
Christine couldn't keep from smiling, but she was sure even that would be of no use. "It's no use-I'm just down-that's all."
Patty wouldn't take no for an answer. She persisted, "Oh, come on-let me try-after all what are roommates for?"
"Oh-all right-it certainly can't make me feel any worse than I do," Christine sighed. She let Patty take the tops off. She lay there with only the very sheer panties between her and complete nudeness. Patty began to knead her tense shoulder muscles. Christine began to feel relaxed under Patty's skillful hands. Patty then got on her knees and leaned over Christine to get more weight into the manipulation. As she leaned forward, her full breast brushed Christine's nipple. It sent a slight chill up Christine's spine, causing her to emit a little gasp, and although it was purely accidental on Patty's part, it didn't escape her attention. It happened again. The contact was firmer and more pronounced and Christine's reaction was more sensuous.
Christine's response gave Patty the courage to become even more bold. She lay down beside Christine. She rested her hand on Christine's tits.
As she massaged the shoulder muscles, she could feel the nipples becoming taut, and Christine's body beginning to move uneasily.
She moved her head close to Christine's ear, breathing warmly into it. Christine squirmed. As Patty continued massaging one shoulder with one hand, the other slowly made its way down to Christine's breast.
She had the nipple in her fingers before Christine put her hand on Patty's hand.
"No-Patty, don't-please don't," she said with difficulty and without much conviction.
Patty ignored the plea and kneaded the nipple more vigorously-she had committed herself physically and emotionally-she couldn't turn back now.
"Relax, Chris-I'll be tender," she assured Christine, as her tongue dipped into her sensitive ear.
"Ohhhh," Christine moaned from the combination of Patty's tongue kissing her ear and the busy fingers on her excited nipple.
Christine squirmed under the dual eroticisms and mustered what little will power she still had.
"No ... no ... no...." she said, but her voice was breathy and then tailed off to silence as Patty ignored her. Patty kept her fingers busy and her mouth moving over Christine's face with little tonguing kisses.
Christine's attempt to stop Patty dissipated into a rising desire for the young and sensuous animal that was stirring her libidinous coals.
Christine's hand slipped limply to her side and allowed Patty free rein. Patty stopped massaging. She moved her full lips to Christine's mouth, brushing her lips lightly with her own wet pouting lips. She moved her body against Christine's and rubbed her black-haired crotch against Christine's thigh.
Patty knew she was home free-she could feel Christine's body begin to quiver under her expert attention. She straddled Christine's thigh and moved her own leg up to the moist cunt that waited expectantly. She slid up and down, agitating her own hot pussy and Christine's. Her mouth wandered its salivary way down the neck, across the shoulder cavities and to the firm, full tits with their protruding pink nipples. Christine moaned aloud as Patty's wet sensous mouth encircled her proud tit. Patty's tongue laved around Christine's areola. Christine put her hand to Patty's head and pressured her down on the suckled breast. Her passion-filled groans were music to Patty's ears and she tried to get the whole tit in her mouth-she couldn't, but it drove Christine into lust-filled tremors.
Both of their asses were thrashing with animalistic fervor-thigh against pussy-pussy against thigh-driving each other's hot, wet pussy-lips to indescribable pleasures. They drove each other on and on.
"Faster-faster-rub my cunt faster! Make me come-make me come!" Christine screamed out.
Their sweating bodies slammed against each other, the suctioning sounds harmonized with their wailing moans and groans. Christine clawed at Patty's back and cried out like a banshee as she exploded. Patty's body went tense and she bit Christine's tit violently.
Christine lay back limply, the only sound in the room as their labored breathing.
Christine felt like she could sleep for three days. Patty was already back on Christine's tit-the tip of her tongue flickering over the still taut nipple.
Christine was exhausted. She wanted Patty to stop, but it felt too good. She closed her eyes and decided to let Patty have her fun.
It surprised even her when she felt the shocks begin to quiver her body, and her pussy begin to itch from the tongue lashing she was getting on her breasts. Patty had moved her body between her legs and her voracious mouth was sucking its lecherous way down to her cunt, while the greatest hands in the U.S. remained to fondle, knead and taunt Christine's bursting nipples.
Patty's face rested in the blonde pubic hair as she brought her hands down, letting her fingernails drag across the exposed nerves of Christine's body.
She shuddered violently and spread her legs wide, inviting Patty's wonderful mouth to wrap around her stiff, waiting clitoris.
Patty didn't waste a minute in accepting the invitation. Her hands went to the cheeks of Christine's ass and lifted, while her head slipped down between her legs and forced the swollen lips apart with her tongue.
Christine's ass circled rapidly as Patty's suctioning tongue and mouth attacked her clitoris. Her clitoris was mashed between Patty's full lips, being rolled .back and forth, worked in and out, and buffeted by her flickering tongue.
Christine writhed and groaned under the onslaught. Her passion-wracked body pushed into Patty's face. She wanted all of Patty's magnificent mouth in her crying cunt.
"Get it all Patty! Suck my clit out by the roots! Get it-get it!" Christine screamed, trying to bring about her orgasm faster. The tremendous surges that shot through her body and bit at every nerve were driving her insane.
She pleaded frantically, "Make me come-make me come-Oh, God-please make me come-I can't stand much more." Her body convulsed uncontrollably.
Patty grabbed the clit between her teeth and held it firmly as she moved her head back and forth.
The pain and the bliss combined to sweep Christine into an abyss of sheer madness. She dug her hands into Patty's head and pushed it into her fiery cunt as her body arched up. The fires of hell had been loosed in her and it didn't seem like she was ever going to stop coming.
Just as fast as she had skyrocketed to agonizing ecstasy, she had plummeted down. She collapsed into a dead faint.
Patty lifted her head from the wide-open pussy and looked up at Christine's inert form. She kissed her tenderly on each swollen cunt-lip and smiled contentedly.
"I knew it would be like that, baby," she said to Christine's unhearing ears.
After covering Christine, she got into bed and thought of the preceding events as she masturbated herself to sleep.