A Skater's Fantasy (mf, solo) -=*=-

Katerina Bronislow was a picture of beauty and grace. The young champion glided
to an abrupt stop, sparkles cascading from her silver blades as they bit into the
ice. A moment of silence, then the music came back to life in a burst of joy, as
the young woman flexed at the knees to push herself into another change-double-
three.

Katerina concentrated on nothing but her routine and the sound of her skates
slicing through the fine layer of liquid crystal that glazed the surface of the
ice. Her next movement took her into the air as she spun three full revolutions
counter-clockwise, landing on the left back outside edge of the blade. Her heart
swelled with pride as she completed the difficult jump perfectly. In the
distance, as if coming from another world, she heard the audience roar of
approval. Now that difficult triple-axel was done, the rest of her performance
would be a piece of cake, she thought.

Katerina went through the remaining portion of the program almost without
thinking, as she had done a hundred times before. Spiral, lutz...spreadeagle, a
small-axel...change-to-double-three, change-loop... loop, bracket,
double-three... She began to hear the audience again, as she neared the end of
her program the world began to come back into focus, her mind relaxed it's
complete concentration on each coming motion. It was like waking up, or breaking
the surface after a deep dive into water... Then she was done, she struck the
final pose and froze, body held perfectly still, arms flung above her head as if
reaching for the heavens.

A split second of silence,  (it seemed an eternity to Katerina), then the
audience started to applaud, then one by one they stood, screaming their
approval, throwing flowers, cheering. The young woman was stunned by the sudden
deafening noise; faltered for a moment, then began to cry and laugh at the same
time as she began the four corner bow required by tradition.

Kasha Malinov stood by the score box waiting for Katerina to skate her way there.
As she finally approached; they hugged and kissed briefly as he added his praise
to the general audience. "Kat you were wonderful, I think I've never seen you
skate better. I'm so proud of you." Katerina could barely hear her friend over
the crowds acclaim, but she knew he was congratulating her, she knew that she had
done well.

Coach came to sit beside the young skater hugging her and yelling almost louder
than anyone else. They sat side by side as the scores popped up one by one. 5.9 -
5.9 - 5.9 - 5.9 . . . Katerina couldn't believe it, as 5.9 after 5.9 lit up on
the judges score board. She had won the women's singles. She had won, and the
pressure was over. The adrenaline had already begun to drain from her veins at
the moment the music had stopped, now with the competition over, she felt tired,
almost lethargic, as Coach helped her to stand, and they left the score box.

Katerina knew that Kasha would be the last of the men to skate, but now that the
strain of competition was over she to see all the men perform. She certainly
wanted to be in the audience to cheer on her team mate, she couldn't miss
watching him in action.

After helping the young woman remove her skates, Coach left Katerina with
security in the competitors area and went back down to the rink to be there
during the final moments that every skater needed with their coach prior to
taking the ice.

Davis Mandalay was on the ice as Katerina took her place in the stands, still
breathing hard after her workout. She noticed Davis perform a perfect triple-
lutz, then a double loop. Her gaze went to Kasha Malinov, she knew exactly what
he was going through down there. She had just come though it herself. She knew
that he, like her, would be saying to himself, 'why am I doing this? I hate this
more than anything in the world'.  But both of them knew that when a performance
went well, there was almost nothing better. She smiled, remembering Kasha's
saying. "A good skating performance is the most fun a person can have with their
clothes on." Coach always got upset when Kasha said that, but Katerina liked the
saying, and always imagined her friend at those moments without his clothes on,
'having fun.'

They had both come to Portland Oregon - from their native Poland to train with
Coach. There was no place like America to train. If one wished to attain a world
class reputation, training in America was almost a necessity these days. Coach
had found Kasha Malinov shortly after he had won the European Championship.
Katerina had competed also, but at 15 she knew she was too immature to make a
real impression on the stodgy judges. But now at 18, and with much help from
Coach, and 60 hours of practice each week, Katerina felt ready. She felt good.
Perfect, in fact!

Kasha was limbering up now. Between performances the men were doing minor jumps
and spirals, trying to work the nerves out. Katerina knew it wouldn't help, but
they all did it anyway. Kasha was wearing his black satin dancer's costume.
Katerina loved that outfit, it made him look so manly, she thought.

His body was so fine to look at. Suddenly she felt guilty; Kasha was married and
Katerina knew it was a sin to dream about a married man in such a way. Kasha and
Diana Malinov had been married for almost 5 years. Katerina felt herself flush in
a familiar feeling of jealousy. At times she almost hated Diana for her good
fortune. Katerina was in love with her team mate, and hated the thought of
another woman pawing Kasha's perfect body.

Katerina was brought back to the present when she heard the familiar strains of
'A Prelude To Love' by Brahman's. That was Kasha's music!! The young woman leaned
forward watching her team mate take the ice. She sat with every nerve on-end,
every muscle stretched tight, as if she were the one ready to perform.

He looked beautiful, his midnight black hair glowed almost blue-black in the
purplish spot-lights shining down from high in the ceiling. He stood proud and
erect, his legs spread in a heroic stance. Then the music took off, and so did
Kasha Malinov. She watched as he moved effortlessly into his first triple-triple-
loop... Katerina was in love... every time Kasha performed she fell in love with
him a little more. The young skater watched intently - wishing that she could be
inside his strong male body. She wanted to feel his muscles move under his smooth
skin, she wanted to touch him as he moved over the ice so confidently.

Another huge jump brought a soft whimper from her lips; yes, she was truly in
love. Kasha jumped again, this time he seemed to fly into the air to an impos-
sible height making more that three revolutions before landing his perfect
salchow. Katerina wished she could 'be' him if only for a few moments, he was so
powerful, so beautiful.... She would know what to do with his body, if she had it
for even one evening, she thought. Yes - she would bring that wonderful body to
her dormitory room after dark and make it please her. Oh yes - if only Kasha were
single... She would know how to please him too, she squirmed a little in her seat
at that thought.

Katerina could almost feel his skin under her hand. She imagined the texture of
it on her fingertips. She would kiss him like he'd never been kissed before. She
would press her body against his, then reach down to hold his powerful manhood in
her fist. Oh that would be the most wonderful feeling, to actually touch his
lovely tool, to undress him, to expose his body to her sight. Yes...to unzip him,
to reach inside his clothes.

Katerina could feel her own arousal as the arousal of his hardening man-shaft
forced her fingers wider as his wonderful, beautiful erection grew impossibly big
within her grip. His arousal was so wonderful to see, his sexual organ so soft,
yet hard and so warm.  She couldn't help herself, she grasped it harder and began
to pull and then push on the sensitive skin of his cock-shaft. She had never
actually done anything like that before, but at the same time she knew that she
was 'jacking' him off. And it made her even more excited to know that this
beautiful man was 'letting' her do this to him.

The palm of her hand rubbed at his now slick sex, the feeling made Katerina
almost faint. Her breath was coming in gasps, matching his, as he thrashed under
her manipulation, muscles rippling. She thought that he was the most beautiful
thing she had ever seen.

Katerina watched with intense interest as Kasha's wonderful member seemed to grow
even stiffer, strain- ing for release as her small hand worked up and down his
shiny veined shaft. Then almost without warning his golden cock began to spurt
golden sperm, gushing like a fountain; splattering all over the front of
Katerina's costume. Her eyes half closed as she felt his hot spurts hit her
chest. She could almost hear the splats, and most certainly feel the molten
liquid seeping through the thin material of her skaters costume, to touch her
skin.

She continued to jack him off in slow motion, leaning over him, taking his huge
golden cock in both hands caressing it against her neck, she moved her whole body
with each thrusting movement, forcing more and more hot seed from his straining
body. Katerina could feel his sperm on the back of her neck now, she knew it was
in her hair too, she wondered how much sperm Kasha could produce; he seemed to go
on and on. Katerina was almost out of her head with need for him. Her young body
was on fire, the hot sticky smell of him was everywhere.

It was the most natural thing that Katerina had ever done when she leaned forward
and place her lips on the tip of Kasha's beautiful cock, taking him into her
mouth as far as possible. Her first sensation was the wonderful feeling of smooth
delicate skin against her tongue, then  almost Immediately she felt a gush of hot
liquid splatting against the back of her throat, then another, and another.
Katerina began to swallow, and kept swallowing.

It was all so wonderful. She knew she was pleasing Kasha. His orgasm was having a
direct effect on her body too. Every time Kasha's hot sperm shot sperm down her
throat, a wonderful spasm went straight to her pussy. Each time he spurted, her
strong athletic body experienced another sexual quake. In a moment his orgasm
became hers. The feelings were so over powering that Katerina couldn't hold back
any longer. Her body convulsed mightily; as her orgasm hit her full strength she
abruptly pulled her lips from Kasha's still ridged manhood and screamed in pure
ecstasy, still tasting his hot essence on her tongue.

Her voice, as she screamed in her orgasm - was super- human. It echoed from the
rafters of the arena, multiplied a thousand times, ten thousand times...
Katerina's body convulsed once more, thrashing, and filling every hollow, every
nerve with the most wonderful of feelings... she loved Kasha, she loved him...

The young skater sat back breathing as if she'd just finished a rigorous
practice, exhausted. She could still hear the echo's of her ecstasy, she opened
her eyes... Her face went bright red in instant embar- rassment. What had she
just done? Looking around, expecting ridicule, disgrace.

Everyone was shouting and cheering. Katerina was bewildered for a moment. Were
they congratulating her on her public orgasm? Then her young mind cleared and she
realized that Kasha had just finished his program... the realization that she had
been fantasizing about her team mate hit home in a rush.

Kasha Malinov was standing taking his bows at center rink. Katerina looked at the
young man  with new understanding... and new plans running though her mind.