				ICE IS FOR SKATING? (Chapter 87)

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Author's note: credit where credit is due: a co-worker gave me the "Turkeys" one-liner. You'll see what I mean. Don't worry if it takes you a second--it did me, too. As it does Sophia. <G> Thanks, pal. He knows who he is.
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"These are really coming along well," June was telling Warren and Sophia.

"Yeah, they are. We still need help with Romeo and Juliet, though," Sophia said.

"I've got news that might help. An old friend of mine, Kathy Sleighter, she's a dance coach. We used to compete, back in the day. She's probably a better coach than I am, at least technically."

"Ah, June, you're the best," Warren smiled.

"Flatterer. Listen, I think I've helped you develop your choreographic and artistic sides, because that's my strength. But Kathy is better technically than I am. To build up 'Romeo and Juliet' technically, you need her. The good news is, you've got her. She just got hired to build up a dance program at the University of Wisconsin."

"Really?" Warren smiled.

"Really. This is the deal. One of you will have to change your club affiliation from the North Shore Figure Skating Club, to the U of Wisconsin club. You might also have to do some promotional stuff for the club. However, you get free ice time and free coaching from Kathy. One of you will be a member of each club and we will be your co-coaches. She wants to use the World Bronze Medallists as a calling card for the new club out there, and you guys get a good coach when you're away from me." June hoped they'd see what a great thing this was.

They did. "This sounds fantastic," Sophia said.

"Sure does," agreed Warren.

"You need to meet her, of course, but I think you'll like her."

"We put up with you, don't we?" Warren teased her.

"Thanks, Warren. When you get back to school, go find her at the rink, and she'll hash out the details with you," June concluded.

"We will."


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They had scheduled a late-night session to do some extra work on 'Romeo and Juliet.' The staff trusted them, so they were the only ones in the whole building. Warren had a set of keys to lock the place after they were done.

They had worked out for about an hour, just arranging steps and moves.

"You tired?" Sophia asked Warren.

"Nope."

"Good. Let's take a break."

"I said I wasn't tried!" Warren laughed.

"I know. Have a seat, I'll be right back." She left the ice and trudge towards the locker room. Warren watched her go, bemused, and watched her return a few minutes later. She was carrying a pile of blankets and quilts.

"Watcha doin, Sophie?"

She skated out to the middle of the ice, and lay all the blankets down, one on top of the other, except for one. That one she rolled up at the end of the pile.

"What am I doing? Well, I know this isn't the Olympic ice, but I'm making one of your fantasies almost come true."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Sophia didn't answer him right away. She sat on the pile of blankets, and unlaced and removed her skates. Then she lay down on the blankets, on her side, head propped up with an arm, and said, "Why don't you skate on over here and find out, big boy?" 

Warren gave her a big smile, and skated over to her. He sat down on the blankets, and took off his own skates, as she reached around him and ran her hands up and down his chest. After he got his skates off, he lay down next to her. She reached down to where their feet were, and grabbed the last quilt and pulled it up on top of them.

"We're working on this romantic program every night and it's making me horny," Sophia told Warren.

"Uh-huh." He gathered her into his arms. "So horny you decided we should freeze our buns off in a deserted ice rink?"

"We've worked up a sweat. Plus, this is your fantasy."

"That it is, but where are the panel of judges?"

"Sorry, can't have everything. Now shut up and kiss me."

He did, long and deep, as his hands slipped down to her breast. She was wearing a practice dress, and he undid the buttons on the front of the bodice and slipped his hand in. Her nipples were as erect as he had ever seen them, and hard as rocks.

"Your turkeys are done," Warren said with an impish smile.

It took Sophia a minute. Then she erupted with laughter. 

"Is that arousal or cold?' Warren asked.

"Little bit of both, but mostly arousal. Mmmmmmm...." He worked his hands over her breasts. Then he slipped under the quilt with his head and took a nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, your mouth is warmer than your hands," she told him. "Oh....mmmmm....."

He worked his mouth around her breast for a while, and then slid down. He pulled her tights and panties off, lifted her dress up, and dove in to her pussy with his mouth.

"Oh, man......" Sophia said.

Warren looked up at her from underneath the quilt, and said, "I think I found the warmest place in the rink."

"Goof! Well then, get back down there, already!" she joked as she playfully swatted his shoulder.

"Your wish is my command," he said, moving his head back down. He started gently probing his tongue into her pussy.

"Oh.....wow......this is so damn naughty!" Sophia declared. She could feel the cold from the ice, under her and all around her--and she could feel the heat rising from her body, flowing out of her pussy, rising up from her breasts. 

Warren was doing his usual thorough job with his mouth on her. The combination of her increasing arousal, the thought of where they were doing this, and the cold make her skin tingly. 

She felt her arousal build. She felt the droplets of sweat build up on her forehead, as her overheated body waged war with the frigid surroundings. Even from under the blanket, the sounds of Warren's tongue on her pussy echoed throughout the empty, cavernous ice rink. This only turned her on more. She moaned deeply, as her body writhed upon the blankets. She felt her orgasm start in the pit of her stomach, and explode outward in a rush of welcome heat, as her back arched and her hands clenched the blanket. Her yelps of pleasure filled the building.

"Warren, fuck me!" she said in a low growl as her orgasm subsided. "Fuck me on the ice, honey, fuck me now!"

"Gladly," he said, as he crawled up her body from underneath the top quilt. He pulled his pants down to his knees, adjusted himself between her legs, and eased his cock into her waiting pussy. She grunted, and he stopped, all the way in her, adjusting himself on the blankets. Even through the blankets, he could feel the hard ice, and was glad he wore kneepads to practice. 

He started moving, slowly and deliberately, in and out of her, testing his leverage and making sure they weren't going to slide, blankets and all, all around the ice. Satisfied, he picked up the pace.

"Oh....nnnngggg.....Warren, I have to confess," Sophia groaned. "This......oooofff...is a fantasy of mine, too." 

Warren just smiled and kept going, concentrating on the task at hand. Sophia felt the tingly feeling return, as her body once again built up to a fever pitch.

"Oh, God, yeah, Warren, fuck me! Fuck me on the ice, our ice, make the ice melt, Warren! Fuck me until the ice melts! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Her screaming reverberated, sounding like thunder. The slurp slurp slurp of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy filled their ears, as did the sound of Warren's pelvis banging  into Sophia's. Sophia let out a few strangled howls, and then her body tensed, her stomach becoming as hard and unyielding as the ice below her. "OH I'M CUMMMMINNNGGGG!!!" she screamed, and then she did, spasming underneath Warren. Just after she was done, he thrust deep into her and came himself, pouring his seed deep into her. 

She reached up and drew him down to her, hugging him deeply into her as she kissed his neck. Then, she gently pushed him off her. He settled in, lying next to her, their arms entwined. After a few minutes, she sat up. She reached underneath herself, in between two of the blankets on the ice, and withdrew a sheet of cardboard that she had kept hidden. With an impish smile, she turned toward Warren and held the cardboard high over her head.

On it, she had written "6.0".

Warren didn't stop laughing for quite a while.

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They were driving home afterwards.

"So, was I enough judges for you?" Sophia asked playfully.

"Only one I need," Warren smiled back. "Thanks, Pookie. That was a thrill."

"I know. Cold, but very, very arousing. I kept waiting for June to come in, saying she had forgotten something."

"That would have been.............embarrassing!"

"Yup. Well, we always knew we could dance off ice as well as on. Now we know we can fuck on ice as well as off."

"That's one way to put it," Warren chuckled. "Now I just have to figure out how to sneak into Fenway Park late one night so I can fuck you on top of the dugout and fulfill your fantasy," Warren said.

"Ooooooh!!!"

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"So, did you guys get anything done last night?" June asked them at practice the next day.

"You might say that," Sophia said.

"Yeah, we worked on some new moves," Warren said, deadpan.

"Lots of new moves," Sophia agreed, giggling.

June looked at them strangely. "You guys all right?"

"Sure. Never better." Warren supplied.

"You're acting strange."

"We're always strange!" Warren asserted.

"Just check center ice. There might be a puddle or two," Sophia said, and then skated away, laughing, leaving June shaking her head in befuddlement.



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