A Skater's Fantasy (mf,solo)
Written by
Kristen Kathleen Becker

March 1998

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Katerina Bronislow was a picture of beauty and grace. The young champion figure skater glided to an abrupt stop, sparklets of ice showering from her silver blades as they bit into the hard surface.

A moment of silence, then the music came back to life in a burst of joy, and the young woman flexed at the knees to push herself into another change-double-three.

She was concentrating 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 counter-clockwise revolutions, landing on the left back outside edge of the skate's blade.

Her heart swelled with pride when she completed this difficult jump perfectly. In the distance, as if from another world, she heard the audience roar with approval.

Now that the difficult triple-axel was over, the rest of her performance would be a piece of cake, she thought. She went through the remainder 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 coming back into focus, and her mind relaxing its previously complete concentration on each coming movement. It was like waking up, or breaking the surface after a steep dive into water.

Then she was done. She struck the final pose and froze, her body held perfectly still, her arms flung above her head as if reaching for the heavens. There was a split second of silence - though to Katerina it seemed an eternity - before the audience started to applaud.

One by one the people in the audience stood up, screaming their approval, throwing flowers and cheering. The young woman seemed momentarily stunned by the sudden deafening noise, but then began to cry and laugh at the same time as she realized that she had finished a perfect set. Recovering, she began the four-corner bow required by tradition.


Kasha Malinov was standing by the score box, waiting for Katerina to skate her way there. When she arrived they hugged and kissed briefly and he added his praise to that of the general audience. "Kat, you were wonderful. I think I've never seen you skate better. I'm so proud of you."

Katerina barely heard him over the crowd's acclaim, but she knew he was congratulating her; she knew she had skated 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 came up, one by one: 5.9, 10, 5.9, 10...

Katerina couldn't believe her eyes as all the numbers lit up on the judges' scoreboard. 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 her music had stopped.

Now, with the competition over, she felt tired, almost lethargic, as Coach helped her to stand up and leave the score box.

Katerina knew that Kasha would be the last of the men to skate, but now that the strain of her own competition was over she wanted to see all the men perform. She certainly wanted to be in the audience to cheer on her teammate; 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 returned to the rink to be there during the final moments that every skater needed with their coach before taking to the ice.

Davis Mandalay was on the ice when Katerina took her place in the stands, still breathing hard after her workout. She saw 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, having just come through it herself. 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 routine 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 such moments without his clothes, and 'having fun.'

They had both traveled from their native Poland to Portland, Oregon, 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 taken up with Kasha shortly after he won the European Championship. Katerina had also competed, but at fifteen she had been too raw to make a real impression on the stodgy judges. At eighteen, however, and with much help from Coach, as well as sixty hours of practice each week, Katerina now 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. It never helped, 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 - he'd been married to Diana Malinov for almost 5 years - and Katerina knew it was a sin to think about a married man in such a way. She 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 his body.

She was brought back to the present by the familiar strains of 'A Prelude To Love' by Brahman's. That was Kasha's music!

The young woman leaned forward to watch her team mate take the ice. Her every nerve-end, every muscle, were stretched tight as if she were the one about to perform.

He looked beautiful, his midnight black hair glowing almost blue-black in the purplish spotlights shining down from high up in the stadium canopy. He stood proud and erect, his legs apart, in an heroic stance.

Then the music took off, and so did Kasha.

Katerina watched him glide majestically into his first triple-triple-loop. She was already in love, and each time Kasha performed she fell a little more in love with him.

The young skater watched intently, wishing she could be inside that strong male body. She wanted to feel his muscles move under his smooth skin, to touch him as he moved so confidently over the ice.

Another huge jump brought an almost inaudible whimper from her lips; yes, she was truly in love! Kasha jumped again, this time seeming to fly to an impossible height, making more than three revolutions before landing a 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 could only have it for just one evening, she thought. Yes - she'd bring it into her dormitory room after dark and make it please her in all the ways she wanted.

Oh yes - if only Kasha were single! She would certainly know how to please him (she squirmed a little in her seat at that thought). Katerina could almost feel his skin under her hand, imagining its texture on her fingertips.

She would kiss him as he'd never been kissed before. She would press her body against his, then reach down to take his mighty organ into her fist.

Oh, that would be the most wonderful feeling of all, actually to touch his magnificent tool; to undress him; to uncover his body. Yes... she wanted to unzip him, to reach inside his clothes...

Katerina felt her own arousal as his thickening shaft forced her fingers wider, and his wonderful, beautiful erection grew impossibly big within her grip. His arousal was wonderful to see, his organ so soft, yet so hard and warm.

She couldn't help herself, grasping it tighter and beginning to pull, and then push on the sensitive skin of his shaft. She'd never actually done anything like this before, but realized that she was 'jacking' him off. It made her even more excited to know that this godlike man was allowing her to do this to him.

Her palm rubbed up and down his now-slick shaft, and the feeling almost made Katerina faint. Her breath was coming in gasps, matching his own as his hips surged under her manipulation, his muscles rippling with the effort. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Katerina watched with intense interest as Kasha's member seemed to grow even stiffer, seemingly straining for release as her small hand worked up and down the shiny, veined shaft. Then, without warning, his golden cock began to spurt jets of golden sperm, gushing like a fountain and splattering over the front of Katerina's costume.

Her eyes half closed as she felt the hot spurts hit her chest. She could almost hear the splats as successive globs of sperm struck her flesh, and she certainly felt the warm sticky fluid seeping through the thin material of her skater's costume and wetting her skin.

She continued, in slow motion, to jack him off, bending over him; taking his huge golden cock in both hands and stroking her neck with it; moving her whole body with each thrusting movement, forcing more and more of the hot seed from his straining body. She could feel his sperm on the back of her neck now; it was in her hair too.

She started to wonder how much sperm Kasha was going to produce; his ejaculations seemed to go on for ever. She was almost out of her head with her desire for him. Her body was on fire, the hot sticky smell of him everywhere.

It seemed the most a natural thing to do when she leaned forward and placed her lips over the tip of Kasha's beautiful purple head, swooping to take him into her mouth as far as she could.

Her first sensation was of smooth delicate skin against her tongue. Then, almost Immediately, a gush of hot liquid splatted against the back of her throat, then another, and another...

Katerina began to swallow, and kept swallowing. It all felt so wonderful. Not only was she pleasing Kasha, but his orgasm was having a direct effect on her own body. Every time his hot sperm shot down her throat, a delightful spasm went through her body. Each time he spurted, her strong, athletic body experienced another sexual quake.

In a moment his orgasm had become hers. The sensations were so overpowering that Katerina could hold back no longer. Her body convulsed mightily as her orgasm hit its full strength. She pulled her lips abruptly from Kasha's still-rigid member and screamed in pure ecstasy, the taste of his hot essence still on her tongue.

Her voice, as she screamed in orgasm, sounded superhuman. It echoed from the rafters of the arena, where it was multiplied a thousand times, ten thousand times... Her body convulsed yet again, thrashing and filling every hollow, every nerve, with the most wonderful of feelings... She loved Kasha; she loved him...

The young skater sat back, panting with exhaustion as if she'd just finished a rigorous practice. Echoes of her ecstatic cries still ringing in her ears, she opened her eyes.

Everyone was shouting and cheering!

Were they congratulating her on the quality of her public orgasm?! Her face turned bright red from embarrassment. What had she done?!

She looked around warily, fully expecting to see laughing, jeering faces; to meet ridicule, even disgrace. But she saw nothing of the kind.

She was bewildered for a moment, then her mind cleared and she realized that the cheers were for Kasha, who had just finished his program. The realization that she had been fantasizing about her team mate rather than watching him perform hit home in a rush.

As Kasha Malinov stood at center rink to take his bows, Katerina looked at him with new understanding... and new plans formulating in her young mind...

'Sorry Diana,' she thought, a look of determination in her eyes... She wanted Kasha and she would have him. Whatever it took!


Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a good job editing my little story.

Last ed. 05/10/00

March 1998 Kristen Kathleen Becker

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