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A Skater's Fantasy
By Kristen Kathleen Becker
March 1998
Lord Malinov wrote in my diary - How about a story
for me? I was inspired, and I wrote a story.
-=*=-
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.
Sorry Diana, she thought with a determined look in her
eyes...
(C) Kristen78@aol.com (1998)
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-=*=-
"You'll find that many of the things we hold to be true, are only that, from
a certain point of view."
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