Author’s note: Brian Wright was a real person, and the details given about him in this chapter are true. Though I don’t think the USFSA has named an award after him. They should, though. RIP, Brian.

It was four days after Warren and Sophia had returned to Oceanview after the tour. And Warren was trying to be patient, but was getting a little upset.

Sophia and Jessie were really into each other. They weren’t really excluding him—well, Sophie wasn’t--but he felt like kind of a fifth wheel. He understood part of it—that they’d been separated for months—and that he had had Sophia all to himself for all those months. He guessed what bothered him is that Jess had showed no interest in him. It seemed like the threesome arrangement that they had had over Christmas break had changed—and now it was that he was just sharing his fiancée. If that’s what it was, he could live with it—but he wish someone would tell him this and that it would happen in someone else’s bed. Last night, they had kept him awake—and frustrated.

He had spent the afternoon at his parents, helping them with some things. He returned, and went into the apartment, to find Sophia and Jessie on the bed, stark naked, Sophia eating Jessie out.

He gave it another try. "What a wonderful sight to come home to. Mind if I join in?"

"Later," Jessie said brusquely, and went back to enjoying Sophia’s tongue.

"Sophie?" Warren said. Sophia didn’t say a word. Warren turned and left the apartment, and went upstairs. "Hi, Warren," Ellen greeted him.

"Hey, Ellen. Where’s Betsy?" She pointed towards the playpen, where Betsy was playing happily. "When did she eat last?"

"Just about an hour ago."

"Good. I think I’ll take her for a walk."

"Something wrong?" Ellen asked.

"Nope. Not a thing." He went to grab Betsy, who reached our her arms to him and gurgled happily. "At least you’re happy to see me," he said softly—but Ellen heard him. He took Betsy outside, put her in her stroller, and headed down the street.

It was just about then that light finally dawned over Jessie. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed, sitting up. "Soph! Stop!" Sophie looked up from between Jessie’s legs. "We’ve got a problem. Dammit, we just did it. What I was afraid of—we just did it."

"Huh?" Sophie said.

"Shut Warren out."

"Warren?"

"He was just here."

"Was he?"

"Boy, you were preoccupied!" Jessie laughed. "He came in, asked if he could join in. I said ‘later’, very dismissively. He called you and you ignored him. Then he left—not happy."

"I didn’t even hear him!" Sophia claimed.

"Yeah, because you were too into me. He can’t be happy about that." She sighed. "I just realized. I haven’t even let him so much as touch me in the four days you guys have been back. I’m not doing it deliberately, but….."

"I’ve let him touch me, but not enough. Shit. Jess, where’s our clothes?" They quickly found them. They dressed in a hurry, then ran upstairs.

"Did Warren go through here?" Sophia asked Ellen.

"Yes. He took Betsy for a walk in her stroller. He didn’t look happy."

"We know." They went outside, came to the front porch, then stopped. "Shit," Sophie said, "I have no idea what way he went."

"Maybe we should split up. Or just wait here."

"Wait a minute," Sophie said. "What am I thinking? This is Warren. He headed to Dunkin’ Donuts." They headed to the end of the side street that Sophie lived on, then turned down Washington looking towards the Dunkin Donuts. Sure enough, they saw Warren headed their way, pushing Betsy along, sipping an iced coffee.

They ran to meet him. He finally looked up—he had been chatting down at Betsy—and saw them when they were ten feet away.

"Warren!" Sophie yelled as she came to a stop next to him. "We’re sorry."

"Both of us," Jessie added.

"It’s all right," he said, with a sad little smile. "I’ll adjust." He looked at Jessie, again with a sad little smile. "I should’ve known this threesome wouldn’t work out. You don’t want me, you want Sophie. It’s fine. I can share. I just wish you’d find somewhere else to do it, you kept me awake and frustrated until 2 am last night."

"Why didn’t you say anything?" Sophia said.

"I just tried that, didn’t I?" he asked. Then he started walking back towards the house. Sophie and Jessie looked at each other in amazement. Jessie started towards Warren, but Sophie grabbed her. "Jess, wait. We have to talk."

"Huh?"

"Is he right? Is this just between you and me now? Because, if so, we have to talk about this. It affects him."

"No. Dammit, no." She started running towards Warren, who had already turned onto the side street and was almost at the house. "Warren, wait!" He turned, and waited as first Jessie and then Sophie caught up with him. "In the house," Jessie said. Warren gathered Betsy up and went in the house. "Give Betsy to Ellen," Jessie said. Warren, bemused, did so. "Now. Downstairs."

"Is everything all right?" Ellen asked.

"It will be," Jessie said as the three of them went downstairs. Once they got into the apartment, Jessie tackled Warren onto the bed.

"You idiot," she said, kissing him and undoing his belt buckle. "You asked once, today, and I was a little preoccupied at the time." Another kiss, and she was tugging at his pants. "Sophia is the only girl I sleep with, and I’m kind of like a kid with a new toy, OK? It’s new and I haven’t been with her in months. That’s all it is." She was tugging his shirt above his head. "And if you had asked last night when you were awake and horny, I would’ve jumped your bones. We thought you were asleep." She quickly shucked her own clothes, climbed on top of Warren, and straddled him. She lowered herself on his cock, letting out a low moan. "Don’t want you? Yeah, right. For a genius, Warren, sometimes you’re stupid."

Jess started to move up and down on him, but Warren yelled, "Wait!" and grabbed her hips to hold her. "I need to say this before you make me incoherent." Jessie grinned at that. "You have been shutting me out. I’m engaged to one of you. I shouldn’t have to beg."

"You’re right," Jess said. "Like I said, it’s the whole girl thing. I’ve been with guys over the past five months, Crash a few times and a couple of guys at school. The only time I’ve been with Sophie was that night on the tour. And that was kind of rushed."

"OK," Warren said.

"Good. That’s settled," Jessie said, and started to move up and down his dick. "Don’t want you? Not in this lifetime." She got into a steady rhythm and started moaning.

Sophie, who had been watching all this with great amusement, had shed her own clothes and crawled into the bed next to them. "My face is unoccupied if you want to take a seat, Pookie," Warren told her.

"Nah," she giggled. "I’m enjoying watching too much. Somebody can do me next." Just then, Jessie howled, and flopped all over Warren’s dick, her body jerking above him.

"Oh, shit," she said as she came back down, "I think my legs don’t work anymore."

"Did Warren cum?" Sophie asked.

"Nope," said Warren.

"Good. My turn. Jess, get off." Jess did so, and Sophie took her place, impaling herself on Warren. Jessie grinned at her, then moved closer to Warren, snuggling up against him as Sophia moved herself up and down on him.

"Jess," Sophie hissed, "show him you love him. Kiss him. I wanna watch you make out while I—Oh GOD!!" Jess got the hint and joined her lips to Warren’s. They made out while Sophia rode Warren’s dick.

"Oh, God, that’s so hot," Sophie gasped as she moved up and down on Warren, watching Warren make out with Jessie. In a few minutes she was cumming. Warren quickly followed, groaning into Jessie’s mouth as he poured himself into Sophie.

Sophie fell forward and cuddled herself on top of Warren—and Jessie. They all hugged and fondled for a while. "Better?" Jess asked.

"Much," Warren laughed.

"The next time I forget how fun the three of us are together, slap me, OK?" Jessie laughed.

The next day, they were all in the apartment, along with Betsy, just hanging out when the phone rang. Warren picked it up. "Hello? Oh, hello Curtis. What are you calling to yell at us about this time?"

"What? Really? That’s fantastic! Wow!"

"Yeah, I do know what it means. Thanks for calling, Curtis." He hung up, and turned to Sophia excitedly. "We won the Brian Wright!"

"We did? That’s awesome!"

"What’s the Brian Wright?" Jessie asked.

"The Brian Wright Memorial Trophy," Warren told her. "It’s an award given out yearly. All the choreographers registered with the USFSA vote on it, for the best American choreographer of the year. So, it’s voted on by other choreographers. It’s a big fucking deal—I never expected it."

"Me, neither," Sophia asked.

"We get it at Skate America next year." Warren told her.

"Who’s Brian Wright?" Jessie asked.

"Brian Wright was a very well-regarded choreographer," Warren told her. "He did programs for Kristi Yamaguchi, Michael Weiss, Michelle Kwan, lots of others. He was known for his enthusiasm and dedication to the art of skating choreography. This, even though for the last eight years of his life he had full-blown AIDS and was often in and out of the hospital. He’d get out of the hospital and fly to an ice rink somewhere and choreograph. And he was one talented guy. He died at 43 in July of 2003."

"Wow," Jessie said. "Good guy to name the award after."

"Got that right," Warren agreed.

Warren’s parents threw a barbecue again for the Fourth of July, but it wasn’t just a barbecue. It was a final wedding detail planning session. Ellen and Dan were there, as were Brian and Michelle and their kids. Jessie and Crash were also there, along with Kate and Chad, and, of course, Warren’s brother and sister.

"Well, we have to decide on the songs, because we have to send the sheet back to the DJ," Sophia said.

"Do you know what your first dance is?" Brian asked.

"It’s under discussion," Sophia grinned.

"I thought you’d go for ‘Romeo and Juliet,’" Jessie said.

"We actually decided not to go with anything we’ve skated to," Sophia told her. "We want a special song."

"I have it all picked out," Warren said.

"You going to let me in on it?" Sophia grinned.

"Actually, no. I want to surprise you. You’ll like it, I promise."

She looked at him, and said, "OK. I’ll trust you. You are the music maven. I’ll have to give you the thing to send to the DJ."

"Good. How about parent dances, that thing?" Warren asked.

"Uhm, are you going to dance with me, Sophie?" Brian asked tentatively.

"Of course!"

"Good," he smiled. "Actually, I’d also like to surprise you. And I know you’ll like what I have planned."

"Geez, I’m not going to know any of the music at my own wedding," Sophie grinned. "OK. Go for it."

"Warren and I are dancing to ‘In My Life’ by the Beatles," Peg added.

"Cutting of the cake?" Ellen asked.

"’Two Hearts’, by Springsteen," Sophia told them.

"Now, the place is all set, the photographer’s all set, the flowers. We have a Justice of the Peace all ready to go," Ellen ticked off. "And Sophie got her dress last week."

"It’s stunning," Kate said.

"And the bridesmaid’s dresses are all set," Sophia said.

"Yeah, and they’re not hideous," Kate laughed. "They’re actually very nice."

"We also have the string quartet for the ceremony," Sophia said.

"Here comes the bride," Jessie sang.

"Not on your life," Sophia laughed. "I’m not a fan of that song. We have alternate selections all set. I’ll be walking down the aisle to something nice."

"Who’s giving you away?" Peg asked.

"Her father, of course," Ellen said.

"No way," Brian interjected. "Ellen, I was gone for 13 years of her life. I wasn’t there. You should give her away."

"I don’t care, you’re close now, and you are her father," Ellen interjected.

"It doesn’t matter. You should have that honor."

"HOLD IT!" Sophia interjected. "Look, I’ve been having this argument in my head for three months, OK? I know it’s not traditional—but I would like you both to give me away. Please."

"Oh, honey, that’s beautiful," Ellen smiled. "That’s the perfect solution."

"I agree," Brian said. "Thank you, Sophie."

"Good. That’s settled," Sophia said.

"How many people are you having?" Jessie asked.

"We sent 250 invitations out. This is no small wedding," Sophia grinned.

"And it’s costing us a fortune," Ellen laughed, "because we’re paying for everyone to stay at the resort that’s coming in from far away."

"Worth every penny," Dan said.

"I agree," Brian said. "It’s going to be spectacular."

"And we did pitch in some of that World Championship prize money," Sophia giggled.

Kristin, Warren’s sister, who had just turned 16, walked over, carrying Betsy. "Soph, I think she’s hungry," she said.

"Mama," Betsy said.

"HEY!" Sophia burst out delightedly. "She said Mama!!!!"

"That’s her first word?" Crash asked.

"Yup!"

"Mama," Betsy said again. Then she turned to Warren and said, "Dada."

"Good, I didn’t get left out," Warren laughed.

"First two words," Sophia grinned, undoing her top to breastfeed—everyone at the table was used to that by now. "You’re a smart girl, Betsy."

"Mama," Betsy said.

"So, did you decide about the rehearsal dinner?" Warren asked.

"Yeah. If you all can go out, so can we," Jim, Warren’s dad, smiled. "Since there will be so many people there from out of town, we’re going to hold a bash. Not just a rehearsal dinner. We’re going to have a clambake after the rehearsal for everyone that’s there, not just the wedding party. It’s all set up."

"That’s great!" Ellen said. "And very generous."

"Ah, we can do it," Peg said. "And it’ll be fun."

"Did you invite Uncle Greg?" Sophia asked her mother.

"Of course. Not that he’ll come," Ellen sighed. "Sophia’s never even met him. Greg is my brother," she told everyone. "I haven’t seen him since I got pregnant with Sophia. He’s a few years older than me. When my parents disowned me because I got pregnant, he took their side. I realize there were practical considerations involved—inheritance, and the fact that he worked for Dad at the time—but it still hurt. We were close before that. I invited him, but I don’t think he’ll come."

"Where do they live?" Sophia asked.

"In the Midwest somewhere. My cousin Emma sent the invitation for me, she has his address."

"I’d like them to come," Sophia said.

"Don’t hold your breath," Ellen smiled sadly.

"And, I take it that all the leading lights of the figure skating world will be there?" Jim laughed.

"Every one," Warren grinned. "Liz Cushman’s coming out early so we can choreograph her free program."

"Don’t you have someone else coming out before then?" Peg asked. "I thought you’d asked us to put someone else up here before Liz."

"Yeah, Tom Bellamy, the new Men’s national champion. He’ll be here in a week and a half," Warren said.

"You guys are going to be real busy before this wedding," Jessie said.

"You know it!"

After the discussion, they were all just milling around, eating and talking. There was music playing, and Warren was over in the corner of the yard dancing with Betsy, who was giggling happily. Warren was gliding around the yard with her, singing to her as they danced.

Brian caught a glimpse of this—and the song Warren was singing and dancing along to—and walked up to him. "Warren? Can I run something by you?" he asked quietly.

"Sure," Warren said. He listened to Brian’s idea, and broke out in a grin. "What a great idea! Of course I’ll do it!"

"Excellent. Sophie’s gonna love it!"

--end of chapter—