				TURNING JAPANESE (Chapter 91)

"Here we are in Japan. I hope we have time to get out of the hotel room," giggled Sophia. They were in Nagano, Japan, for the Grand Prix final.

"What day is it, anyhow? We left on Monday the seventh of December. And now it's what, Tuesday? I'm completely discombobulated," Warren joked.

"Forget about that. We don't have practice until tomorrow--or the next day--or something," Sophia laughed. "Get over on this bed and kiss me!"

"Don't have to tell me twice," Warren said, as he tackled her back on the bed.

"Mmmmmmm...I love sex in hotel rooms," Sophia said as they broke the kiss.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, but we're supposed to meet Liz for lunch...or supper....or something....in an hour. And we need a shower."

"Hmmmm......" Warren got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He returned with a big smile on his face. "Shower's big enough for two, Pookie."

"Goody!" 

They raced each other to the bathroom, and raced each other in getting their clothes off, laughing the whole time. Finally they got in the shower, and washed each other, still laughing.

"Well, with all the attention you paid to them, I can rest assure my breasts are really clean," jokes Sophia.

"Yeah, and I don't think I have to worry about my private parts, either," Warren told her.

"Well, unless you meant worrying about your private parts being all engorged and stuff," Sophia giggled. 

"Engorged, but clean."

"Sounds like mine," she admitted.

"I could help you out with that," Warren leered at her.

"In here?"

He moved closer to her, his cock rubbing up against her pubic hair. "Sure," He backed her up against the wall of the shower and guided his cock into her.

"My GOD!" she screamed. He grabbed her hips and started moving into her. The angle was a little off--their four inch difference in height didn't help--but he managed to build up a steady rhythm. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood up on her toes as he plunged in and out.

"Oh....wow......we've never done it standing up before....." Sophia gasped. "Oh, YEAH....."

Warren felt Sophia's arms around his neck tighten, and she let out a wail. He stopped moving until she finished.

"Was it good for you, too?" he asked jokingly.

"Oh YEAH. You're not done yet?"

"Nope." He started plunging in and out of her again. Not long after, he spurted into her.

"Look at this," she said after they had caught their breath, "we have to clean off those private parts again!" 

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The worst part about the Grand Prix final is that it was done in two days. This was fine for the singles and pairs skaters, they had two disciplines. Not dancers. They had to do both compulsories on Friday morning, and the original dance Friday night.

The two Russian teams, the Canadian team, and the French team joined Warren and Sophia in the finals. The compulsories did not go particularly well--Warren and Sophia finished fifth.

The original dance was much better--they finished second, behind Bradochkina and Zhargov, and, the way the placements worked out, they ended up in a three-way tie for second place, with the Canadians and Yatserova and Vaglach.

However, they knew they were handicapped by using last year's free dance. They were right. They finished fifth in the free, fifth (and last) overall. 

They weren't all that upset.  As Warren told the TV interviewer, "We knew we came in with an old free dance. The new one will be ready for Nationals, and we think it's fantastic. And we were really encouraged by the second place finish in the original dance."

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They finished up the semester and flew back home to Boston--they didn't drive this time because they would have to get back to Wisconsin in a hurry for Nationals. 

Sophia was very glad to see a sense of normalcy had returned to her house--Dan was finally accepting Kate and Dave's relationship, and had again become the kind man that Sophia had first met. When he stopped worrying about Kate, he relaxed considerably. It was good to see--and he and Ellen were getting along better than ever.

Sophia and Warren had a wonderful Christmas together, but, as Warren sat with her in his room Christmas night, he thought that she seemed preoccupied. He said so.

"No, I'm fine," she told him with a smile.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm just nervous."

"About what?"

"Oh......Nationals, I guess. The new free dance. Making it to the Olympics. That stuff."

"You sure that's all it is?"

"Yeah, Snugglebear, that's it."

He wasn't convinced, but he didn't push it. "We're going to be fine at Nationals, you know."

"Yeah. I didn't say it was a rational nervousness!"

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They spent the week between Christmas and New Years mostly on the ice. Nationals began January Fifth, so they wanted to make sure they were ready.

June was going to be at Nationals, as was Kathy. "Two coaches, how can we lose?" quipped Warren.

He was worried, though. Sophia was withdrawn and wasn't talking much. Also, she didn't look particularly well. She chalked it up to nervousness and a bit of a flu, and, again, he didn't press the issue.

Next thing they knew, they were on their way back to Wisconsin for Nationals.





