One Friday in mid-October, Jessie had her two later classes cancelled. So, since she was out for the day at 9:00, she figured that would be a good weekend to go to Madison to visit Warren and Sophia.

She got there shortly before 11:00. She found their apartment, and was about to knock on the door when Warren came running up behind her. "Hi, Jess," he said, kissed her on the cheek, and plowed through the door. Jess followed.

Sophia was standing at the door, waiting, Betsy in one hand and her bookbag in the other. "Hi, Honey, she needs to be changed," Sophia said, kissing Warren. "Hi, Jess," she said with another kiss. "Bye, Jess." Then she was gone out the door at breakneck speed.

Warren pulled Betsy into her room, and put her up on the changing table. Jess followed. "So, tell me," Jess said with a giggle, "what was that?"

Warren laughed. "On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I have a class that ends at 10:50, and Sophie has one that starts at 11:00. So, I have to run back here, and she has to run to class."

"Why don’t you just put Betsy in day care for those hours?"

"We do that enough. We both have classes at eight and nine. So she’s in day care from eight to ten. Sophie gets her at ten. Plus she’s in the day care when we practice. Except for Sundays—Paul and Caitlin watch her then."

"You guys have an impossible schedule, don’t you?"

"Pretty much," Warren admitted. "Especially when you add in studying, since my classes are impossible this semester. I’m always tired."

"When do you guys have sex?" Jessie teased.

"Sex? What’s that?" Warren asked wryly.

"See, I knew there was a reason for me to come up here. I need to remind you and that wife of yours what sex is."

"Jessie’s horny, Jessie’s horny," Warren teased.

"Jessie’s always horny."

"Be warned, She-Devil. I might just pass out."

They chatted for a while, and played with Betsy. When Sophie got back from class, they got some lunch. Then Warren and Sophie had to practice. Jessie went along and watched Betsy, saving Warren and Sophia another day care trip. After practice, they found a family type restaurant that they could take Betsy to, and had supper.

"I wish we could take you to a party, Jess," Sophie told her. "You really should have some fun while you’re here. But it’s hard to find a sitter for Betsy on a Friday night."

"That’s OK," Jess said.

"Why don’t you just take her out, Pookie?" Warren said. "You guys go have a good time. I’ll stay with Betsy."

"Snugglebear, you’re the best, you know that?"

Sophie and Jessie found a party, and had a good time. When they returned to the apartment at about midnight, they were mildly buzzed but not really drunk.

"Warren?" Sophie said. "Where are you?" She checked their bedroom—no Warren.

"Soph," Jess whispered. "I found him. Check this out." Sophie went to where Jessie was—at the door to Betsy’s room—and peered in.

"Awwww," Sophie said. She looked over to Betsy’s bed—Betsy had been sleeping in a regular bed since they moved to Wisconsin—and saw Warren, fast asleep, on Betsy’s bed. Betsy was also asleep, on Warren’s chest. Warren had his arms wrapped around her.

"How adorable is that?" Jessie asked.

"He really is the best Daddy ever," Sophia said.

"Should we wake them?" Jess asked.

"Nah. Poor Warren’s exhausted. This schedule is killing him." Sophia got a gleam in her eye. "You can keep me company in bed tonight instead."

"Don’t mind if I do!"

They went into Sophie and Warren’s bedroom and sat on the bed. Jessie leaned in and kissed Sophie, which gradually led to a full-blown makeout session. Jessie and Sophie’s tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths, as their arms wrapped around one another. They kissed for a while, then Jessie broke the kiss and reached for Sophie’s shirt. Sophie laughed and helped Jess get her shirt off. Then she reached for Jess’s shirt. The pants came next, then the underwear. Now completely naked, they resumed their kissing, their hands roaming all over one another.

Jessie gasped as Sophie slipped a finger into her already-wet pussy. "Oh, God, I missed you," she moaned."

"Missed you, too, Jess."

Jessie lowered herself to Sophie’s breast and started sucking on her nipple as Sophie continued fondling Jessie’s pussy. Jessie was surprised to taste a bit of milk in her mouth.

"I thought you weaned Betsy?"

"I did, about a month ago. I still get a little coming out sometimes, though." Sophie grinned. "Especially with stimulation."

"Oh, goody, then I better keep stimulating!" Sophie laughed at that, as Jessie went back to the tittie. Jessie sucked on Sophie for a while, getting some milk out, then started kissing down her stomach. "Well, Hello Kitty," Jessie joked as she moved in between Sophie’s legs. She dove right in.

"Oh GOD Jess!"

Jess sucked and licked at Sophie’s pussy while Sophie moaned and writhed beneath her. After a few minutes, they heard a voice at the bedroom door.

"You could’ve woken me up, you know."

"You looked so sweet all curled up with Betsy like that, we didn’t have the heart to wake you," Sophie told him.

"But now that you are awake," Jessie grinned, "get your ass over here and fuck me while I eat out your wife."

"Sounds good to me," Warren laughed. He quickly stripped off his clothes and moved in behind Jess. Jess lifted her ass off the bed to give Warren room, and he slid into her from behind.

"MMMMFFFFFFF!!!" Jess moaned into Sophie’s pussy. Warren started a steady rhythm, stroking into her, and hearing her muffled moan every time he did. Sophie, for her part, was yelping every time Warren bottomed out.

"Oh, God," she moaned, "you’re forcing her face into my pussy!"

Warren just grinned and went at Jess harder. The twin moans and yelps from the two young women filled the room. Then Jess took Sophie’s clit in between her lips and sucked on it. The movement of Jessie’s body being ravaged by Warren’s cock increased the tension of her lips on Sophie’s clit.

"OH SHIT OH SHIT OH GOD JESSIE!" Sophie howled. "AAYYYYYIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!" She came, spectacularly. Jessie looked up from her crotch and grinned for a moment, then she started moaning deeply as her own climax overtook her.

Warren felt Jessie cum beneath him, but he was still going. So he pulled out, ignoring Jessie’s moan. He good-naturedly nudged her out of the way, then crawled up the bed—and plunged into Sophia.

"JESUS!" Sophia hissed as Warren hit bottom.

"Damn. You stud," Jessie joked.

"UH-HUH!" Sophie agreed loudly. "Oh fuck." She turned her head, and groped. "Jess! Get your ass over here!" Jess crawled over to her. "Sit!"

Jessie laughed, and crouched over Sophie’s face, then lowered herself down. "Yes!" she shouted as Sophia’s tongue flicked up and down her labia.

"Good, that’ll muffle her screams," Warren joked.

"Not hardly!" Sophie shouted, clear as day, from underneath Jessie. And she was right, her screams were a wee bit softer than usual, but were still plainly heard. Not that anybody minded. In fact, Jess delightedly proclaimed, "Every time she yells, it vibrates my whole pussy!"

All three came, very close together, then sprawled onto the bed in a contented, sleeping heap.

Sophie and Warren had practice the next morning. Jessie agreed to go along, and keep Betsy so they’d save another bit of day care.

They had just gotten started. Jessie was happily goo-gooing at Betsy. Suddenly, she sensed someone sitting next to her. She looked over. It was a good looking guy, about her age.

"I’ve never seen you around before. Are you a new member of the Kelleher Fan Club?" he asked with a smile.

Jessie laughed. "Nope, I’m the oldest member of the Kelleher Fan Club. I’m Jessie, Sophie’s best friend. I go to school in Milwaukee, I came up to visit for the weekend."

"Ah. Nice to meet you, Jessie, I’m Ryan—Ryan Killen."

"Ah. You’re the one that skates with The Snot, right?"

Ryan cracked up laughing. "The Snot?"

"That’s what Sophie calls your partner."

"I suppose that’s apt. Yes, I skate with Courtney Rogers."

"What, are you here spying on Warren and Sophie?"

"Nah. We practice before them, so sometimes I stick around. I just enjoy watching them skate. I’m not Courtney—I’ve been a fan of Warren and Sophie’s since they first competed at Nationals."

"Do they know you watch?"

"Yeah," Ryan said. "They don’t mind. I’ve assured them I’m not trying to cheat or steal anything or any of that. If it were Courtney, it might be different. But I’m not Courtney."

"If you’re that different—how can you stand her?" Jessie asked.

"Well, you know—she’s a great skater."

"Ah. So this is all about skating?"

"From my end it is," Ryan said.

"There’s a story in there," Jessie said, eyebrows raised.

"Well, I think it’s more to Courtney." He leaned in towards her. "Keep this under your hat. We’ve been lovers for a number of years. She was all of 13 the first time. I was 16."

"WHAT? Sophia told me she was all Christian and moral and shit."

"All an act." Ryan sighed. "Jessie, please don’t say a word to anyone. Warren and Sophie have an inkling, I know, but nobody else does. When Sophie got pregnant, we were still in Juniors but knew we’d be moving up. Courtney had this grand idea to position herself as the Anti-Sophia in the press. Actually, it was her mother’s idea. You think Courtney is bad? You ain’t seen nothing. Anyhow, it’s all an act."

"You love her?"

"Not hardly," Ryan snorted. "I give in because I don’t want to lose the skating partnership. I think I felt something at first, but not anymore."

Jessie looked at him in amazement. "She’s blackmailing you into sleeping with her?"

"More or less."

"Jesus. Skating must be real important to you."

"Yeah."

Skate America was the first competition of the season for Warren and Sophia. It was a short trip for them, just down to Chicago, at the end of October. They were glad to see Crash—and surprised to see Warren’s sister Kristin, who had come as Tom Bellamy’s guest.

The first order of business for them, at the opening ceremonies, was accepting the Brian Wright Memorial Trophy. It was presented to them by the USFSA president, Curtis Ingalls. Afterwards, he told them, "God knows I have other issues with the two of you—but this, you deserved." They were surprised, and thanked him.

The skating part was easy. None of their upper-level competition was at Skate America, so they breezed to an easy victory. Evan and Shawna were second, and a Hungarian team that had been ninth in the world last year were third.

For their exhibition, they didn’t premiere the one that the Sports Illustrated article had talked about them working on, "At My Most Beautiful." They were still working on that one, and saving it for later in the season.

They had worked out another one. Sophia had taken a picture of her wedding dress to their costume designer, and said, "Make me something that looks as close to that as you can get, but that I can skate in." The designer had done a marvelous job. The bodice and sleeves were an exact copy of Sophia’s wedding dress, though the skirt was more in keeping with a skating dress than a wedding dress. Sophie completed the ensemble by wearing the actual headpiece from her wedding outfit. Warren, of course, wore a tux. The crowd applauded and whistled when they saw the outfits. Then, when the music started, they all laughed. It was Nick Lowe’s "I Knew The Bride (When She Used To Rock and Roll)." It was a fun and lighthearted program that Sophie and Warren loved doing, and that the audience really appreciated.

The next week was Skate Canada, held this year in Vancouver. Their only competition there were the world Silver Medallists, the British team of Brenneman and Watts. It was a close competition, but they won it as well. They gave another audience "I Knew The Bride."

Their two victories had gotten them into the Grand Prix final, which would be about a month and a half later in Toronto.

But, between now and then, they had another half semester of school, and then finals, to worry about. And things were not going well. Sophie was keeping up all right, but there were too many mornings that she had gotten up and found Warren passed out in a chair at the kitchen table, surrounded by books and study materials. He really had a brutal schedule this semester.

It was a few weeks after Skate Canada—the week before Thanksgiving, in fact—when Sophie came out of the bedroom late on a Thursday night and found Warren, again, passed out asleep at the kitchen table.

"Poor guy. He’s going to wreck his back with this. I need to wake him up and get him into the bed." She tried shaking him, but he just grumbled and kept sleeping. Then Sophie got an idea.

She grinned wickedly and crawled under the kitchen table. She pushed his chair out enough to give her some headroom, and undid his pants. Fishing in his boxers, she found his dick. It was completely soft. Well, we have to fix that, she thought.

She worked his dick with her fingers a bit, until it started to wake up just a little. Then she slurped it up with her mouth. She sucked on it hard, satisfied with its rapid swelling. When it reached full erection, she really went to work on it.

And nobody could sleep through that. Warren, head still on the table, sleepily opened his eyes, rapidly becoming aware of an insistent warm, wet tugging on his dick. "God!" he gasped, suddenly fully awake. He looked down and saw Sophie curled up under the table, her head in his lap, her mouth swallowing his dick.

She noticed he was awake. "Hello, Snugglebear," she purred. "Sit back and relax. And, after I finish, you’re going to get your ass into bed. We’ll have no back problems at Nationals. Got me?"

"Yes, ma’am," he grinned. She grinned back, then went back to work on his dick. She plunged down on the shaft, then slipped back up again. Then she forced her mouth all the way down, feeling the head of Warren’s cock slip into her throat. She held it there for a minute, feeling it pulse and throb all through her mouth and throat, then she slid off and repeated the action. It didn’t take much of that before Warren was pouring his cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

"Wow," Warren gasped.

"Glad you liked it," she grinned. "Now get to bed!"

"Yes, Pookie," he chuckled. They went into the bedroom. She started taking his clothes off. "I’ve been neglecting you," he said.

"Yes, but you’re schedule is insane. I know that. Luckily, Thanksgiving break is coming up. You will be required to do at least one complete thorough job on me on one of those break nights."

"You got it."

"But, now? Sucking you off got me horny. So, tonight? You have to lie back for a few minutes and let me play." She reached down and wrapped her hand around his dick, coaxing it back into erection. Then she stripped off her nightie and panties, and lowered herself onto his erection.

"Ah, that feels so good," Sophie hissed. "Just a quickie, dear, I won’t keep you awake much longer. And you don’t have to do any of the work."

"I love you, you know that?" he said.

"Love you too, Snugglebear." She started sliding up and down his dick. "Ah, so damn good."

"Oh, yeah," Warren agreed. "You can wake me up any time for this."

"Oh, you!" She picked up her pace a little bit. It wasn’t long before she was howling her climax.

"You still not there?" she gasped afterwards.

"After that blowjob? I may last until Christmas."

"You think so, huh?" Sophie grinned. "Just let me get my legs back." She rocked gently on him for a while. Then she suddenly raised up all the way. When she went to settle down again, she leaned back. Warren gasped as he realized that she was lowering her ass down on his dick.

"Lube?" he asked.

"Honey, your lovely friend there is sopping with my juices," Sophia giggled. "It’s not going to be a problem." She was right. Once she got the head past her tight sphincter, she slid right down on it. "Oh JESUS!" she moaned.

"God, Soph," Warren gasped. "You’re right, it won’t be long in there."

"What I thought," she grunted. She slid her ass up and down on his dick. She saw in his face that he was getting closer, so, trying to keep up, she hissed, "play with my pussy!" Warren was happy to oblige, and reached his hand up in between her legs. His fingers found her opening, and he slid two in. His other hand came up and went right for her clit.

"DAMN!" Sophie shouted, and immediately began approaching her climax. Warren did his best to keep his hands on her pussy as she banged her ass up and down on him. He did fine, as she quickly went over the edge. The clamping of her ass on his dick returned the favor.

"Told you I’d take care of you," Sophie said dreamily as she slumped on the bed next to him.

"Yes, you did. Twice, in fact." He smiled at her. "You’re into anal lately."

"I know. It’s so nasty. And it makes me cum so hard. Probably because it is so nasty. I don’t want to be an old boring married fart yet."

"Pookie, when we’re seventy and been married fifty years, you still won’t be an old boring married fart."

"Oh, Snugglebear, you say the sweetest things!" She kissed him. "Now. Sleep. In this bed! You’re overtired and you’re pushing yourself beyond your limits."

"After that performance, sweetie, I’ll sleep like a baby."

"You make sure of it, love."

Luckily, the Grand Prix final wasn’t until after finals at school. It was the end of a crazy semester, but they had four weeks of Christmas break to look forward to. And next semester, while difficult—especially with Nationals and Worlds in the middle—wouldn’t be as brutal for Warren as this one had.

"You know my sister Kris wants to be a doctor also, right?" Warren asked Sophie on the plane to Toronto. "Well, remind me to tell her not to take Embryology, Genetics, and Calculus in the same semester!"

They got into Toronto, practiced, and saw old friends. Then it was time to compete. The other medallists from last years’ Worlds were there, the Brits and the young Russian couple of Kuznetsova and Vasilyevskiy. The French team of Borisina and Dravouche had also made it to the finals. Although the Hungarian team of Krasvalyi and Szubacsko had finished third at Skate America, they had won another of the events which was enough to get them here. The final spot went to the Ukrainians, Yurchenko and Ushuziyets, who had just beaten out Shawna and Evan and the Irish team.

With two free dances still being performed at the Grand Prix final, only one of the two Original Dances was done. The one chosen was the Bossa Nova. Warren and Sophia did their Austin Powers routine.

The judging was all over the place. All six nations represented in the competitors had judges on the panel, along with Canada, Finland, and Austria. Warren and Sophia managed to come out of the original dance in second, behind the Brits.

The first free dance was this year’s free dance, and that’s where the judging really got jumbled. Brenneman and Watts got hammered—from first in the OD to last in the first free dance. The French, Borisina and Dravouche, came up with a free dance that was proclaimed the best of their career, and they finished second. Warren and Sophia won, but it wasn’t easy. A couple judges had them down in fourth, and one had them sixth—that is, dead last.

However, because of some of the scrambling, they went into the second free dance with a commanding lead, knowing that if they finished first or second in the second free dance, they’d win the competition. And they were using "Riverdance" as their second free dance.

They won the second free dance, and the title. The Russians were second and the Ukranains third. But they lost a few ordinals in this free dance as well, and weren’t confident.

"Once the Judging Mafia gets their ducks in a row, we’re toast at Worlds," Sophia declared. "This was a test run. They know who they have to work with."

"Yup," Warren agreed.

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