Go Figure

Go Figure

The rink was quiet except for the scrape of their blades on the ice. They were the only skaters still practising so late in the evening. Christoph and Ashleigh, an ice dance pairs team, circled each other with practiced friction. Getting ready for their up-coming competition.

The frustrated lovers' bodies moved in time, but not together. On the third lift Ashleigh was slow to rise, and Christoph's hands tightened too soon around her hips. She landed, wobbled, caught herself. Christoph knew that was a points deduction.

Tatyana, their coach, exhaled loudly in the empty arena.

"Again!"

They didn't look at her. Christoph adjusted his shirt. Ashleigh ran a thumb along her temple, brushing away a loose curl that had stuck there. Their eyes met briefly. Then they turned and took their places to begin their routine again.

The music started. A slow piano with strings just beneath it, full of longing. Christoph reached for her hand. Ashleigh's back was straight, her neck long, her elegant chin tilted just enough to illustrate its grace. But when they moved, it felt hollow.

Something was missing.

At the end of the sequence, Tatyana stepped onto the ice.

She didn't raise her voice. She didn't have to.

"You are beautiful," she said, looking at Christoph. "You are fire," she said, turning to Ashleigh. "But together, you are glass. Cold and empty."

They said nothing.

Tatyana walked closer. She placed Christoph behind Ashleigh and moved his hands to her ass. They didn't resist. He could feel the softness of her there, just under the thin fabric of her yoga pants. Her breath moved through her ribs. She smelled faintly of peppermint.

"Look at each other," Tatyana said.

They looked at each other. Asheleigh's eyes were grey blue like her mother's. Christoph's were a green so dark they were almost black.

"Closer," Tatyana said, urging them to feel their passion for one another without giving in to it.

He leaned forward. Ashleigh tilted her head. Their noses nearly touched.

"Now stop. Don't move. Don't breathe unless you mean it."

It was so still and quiet then, you could hear the buzz of the florescent lighting.

Christoph's lips parted. Ashleigh blinked once, slowly. Her breath warmed the skin just beneath his mouth. Her hands stayed at her sides, not quite touching him. But wanting to. So very much.

"Good," Tatyana said. "Now skate like that. Like you're always almost kissing."

She turned and walked off the ice.

This time, when the music started, their movements were in synch. Passion bubbled beneath the surface. But it was controlled. It was beautiful. When Ashleigh turned into his arms it felt like they belonged together and nothing could break them apart. Tatyana watched from the side of the rink. Satisfied. She wanted them to want each other but nothing could happen until after the competition. The tension between them was everything. Like a violin string. A work of art.

*

The day of the competition arrived with a nervous chill in the air. Ashleigh's mother, Karen had always been frosty to Christoph but today she brought some much needed warmth. Perhaps it was the same as with Tatyana. They thought that being cool towards him would motivate him.

They were desperate for them to win the gold medal.

Karen's resemblance to her daughter was striking. Her dyed blonde hair lent her a youthful air. Still undeniably attractive, Karen's sharp eyes darted around with a calculated intensity as she swept into the room, but they lit when they saw Christoph.

Christoph was focused on his last-minute stretches when Karen approached him. In her arms, cradled like a precious artifact, was a glossy, oversized box, with a post stamp from Milan. She set the box down on a nearby bench with a great deal of care.

"Christoph," she said, her voice smooth and controlled, "this is your secret weapon."

Inside the box was a diamond-studded leotard. A piece so elaborate it seemed designed to dazzle judges before the first note was even played. The fabric shimmered under the harsh fluorescent lights. But it looked at least a couple of sizes too small.

Christoph hesitated as he held the leotard up to the light.

"I don't know," he admitted, uncertainty flickering in his eyes as he glanced between Karen's demanding gaze and Tatyana's disapproving stare.

"It arrived too late," Tatyana murmured, "And it's clearly insufficient."

Karen's smile was thin as she replied coolly.

"We must embrace every advantage, Tatyana. Gold is within our grasp, isn't it?"

Her tone left no room for debate. Yet behind her assertiveness lay unmistakable concern.

"Put it on Christoph. Then we'll see if gold is really within our grasp," countered the coach.

Christoph disappeared into the change rooms and returned a few minutes later wearing the contentious leotard. It was an undoubtably beautiful item, spectacularly hand-crafted with the utmost care. However, there was no denying that the costume was far too tight and Christoph's genitals were on full display for anyone that might care to look.

"Oh dear," said Karen, finally owning up to her error.

The concerned mother, who had pinned all her hopes on her daughter's success turned to their coach pleadingly.

"Couldn't you just adjust it a little bit?"

People were starting to filter into the rink and fill up the stands. Christoph wanted to get out of sight as soon as possible. There was no way he could perform like this.

"Take it in? No. It will not be possible. You can make something smaller. Not bigger."

"Well maybe you could make him smaller?" hinted Karen suggestively.

Tatyana raised an eyebrow and turned to Christoph.

"Come with me."

She led Christoph into the coaches change room and wasted no time explaining the situation.

"As you know, Christoph, your performance with Ashleigh relies on carefully cultivated passion. We both know that this leads to excitement of a sexual nature and that in turn this could have certain psychical consequences."

"Are you taking about me getting an erection."

"You don't have to be so crude. But yes..."

Christoph stammered an excuse but he could not lie. It did happen, regularly.

"I know how you feel about Ashleigh. But if you get hard during your performance you will be disqualified wearing an outfit like that. There is no time to make it bigger or get another outfit. There is only one solution. You need to ejaculate. Now!"

Christoph was shocked.

"I'll leave you to it. Just be quick and make sure to get all your sexual energy out of your system."

Christoph looked unsure.

"Do you have something for me to look at? I'll need some stimulation..."

Tatyana could take a hint. Karen had implied the exact same thing. She knew that Ashleigh was not the only women he found appealing while he was skating and as his coach she had a special duty to help prepare him for his competition in every way possible.

"Alright. But you need to come as quickly as possible. We never speak of this again."

Christoph stripped out of the offending leotard and Tatyana set to work stroking his cock. Her hands were warm from the gloves she always wore on the ice and she looked adorably furious as she strove to bring her finest male prodigy to completion.

"That feels so good. Thanks, Coach."

"Think about Ashleigh, Christoph. If you win gold, you will take possession of her."

The thought of sleeping with Ashleigh while Tatyana was stroking his cock was the inspiration Christoph needed and he felt his balls grow heavy with cum. As he neared his climax, Tatyana increased the pace of her strokes, but just before he came Karen burst into the change room.

"Oh my God, he's huge!" she exclaimed, "thank goodness we're taking care of the problem."

Christoph looked up at Karen and saw an older version of Ashleigh and a woman he'd always wanted to fuck. Karen treated him like shit, as though he wasn't good enough for her daughter and it had given him a deep desire to punish her, sexually, for her bad attitude. Seeing her eyes wide with shock at the size of his manhood was deeply satisfying as her desperation for a medal gave him a naughty idea. He decided to take advantage of the situation.

"Show me your breasts, Karen," demanded Christoph.

"What?"

"We don't have much time. If you want me to have time to warm up properly you need to show me your tits now!"

Karen's mind went into overdrive as she tried to process what was happening. Of course, it was her mistake that led to this fiasco and if Christoph didn't warm up properly the chance of getting a gold medal, her dream for Ashleigh, would melt faster than ice. Acknowledging what she had to do, Karen lifted her top and took off her bra, exposing her incredible motherly breasts.

"Fuck yes!" cried Christoph, ejaculating all over the floor of the change room as Tatyana expertly worked his engorged cock to its climax. His balls erupted repeatedly, expelling a vast build-up of semen after months of sexual tension between him and his dance partner.

Tatyana worried that all that tension would be lost.

She could never have known that Christoph was about to skate the skate of his life.

*

The crowd rose before the music stopped. Applause thundered from the stands, not just polite but visceral, the kind that made coaches lean forward and judges glance at one another without speaking. On the ice, Christoph and Ashleigh stood chest to chest, breathless, his hand at the small of her back, hers resting lightly against his ribs. They didn't move. Not because of any pre-planned choreography, but because something special had happened and everyone knew it.

The final note faded.

They bowed.

Tatyana was waiting behind the gate, unreadable, only the smallest glint in her eyes betraying her quiet approval. When they stepped off the ice, she kissed Ashleigh lightly on the cheek and clapped Christoph on the shoulder.

"That was perfection," she said to them both. "Perhaps I should update my coaching methods," she added with a wink, quietly to Christoph.

It wasn't long before the results came in.

Gold.

Karen was delighted.

She appeared in the hallway behind the media tent, dressed in something sharp and beige, her blonde hair pulled back in an efficient ponytail. Her black heels clicked against the floor as she approached, holding a fur-trimmed coat in one arm and a high end smart phone in the other.

"You were magnificent darling," she said, cupping Ashleigh's face briefly before theatrically turning to Christoph. "Both of you. But especially you, Christoph. You made her glow."

Christoph couldn't help but chuckle.

"You'll come to dinner, won't you? Just us. A small celebration at the apartment. You deserve it. You gave such a big performance tonight."

She said it like a command wrapped in velvet and Christoph had no choice but to agree.

*

Ashleigh's house was all glass and cream and polished wood. The kind of place where all the surfaces were clean and reflected light. Christoph was met with an unusual warmth, not from the décor, which was cool and tasteful, but from Karen herself, who greeted him in a cashmere cardigan that showed off her ample bosom.

"I thought we'd keep it simple," she said. "No fanfare. Just good wine and a warm meal."

She handed him a glass and touched her own to it lightly. "To gold."

"To Ashleigh," he said.

Karen smiled.

"Of course," she said.

Ashleigh was getting ready upstairs, taking her time. Karen led him into the open-plan living room where a single candle flickered on the coffee table. There was music playing low. It was jazzy and French. Christoph finally felt like he could relax.

"Sit," Karen said, nodding to the plush sofa. She moved around the room with practiced elegance, opening drawers, lighting a second candle, topping off his glass before he had a chance to notice it was low.

"You're very composed," she said after a while. "Most boys your age wouldn't have held it together out there tonight. All that pressure to perform."

She leaned forward, swirling her wine.

"The way you handled the leotard incident. That was very impressive."

Christoph gave a small, awkward laugh. "I actually think it helped me relax."

"Indeed."

Her eyes lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary. She was striking and Christoph could see where Ashleigh's got her good looks from.

"I'd like to make it up to you."

Karen placed her wine glass on one of her immaculate countertops and strode confidently over to Christoph who was already growing hard on the couch.

"I have a guest room, you know," she said, not looking at him. "You've been drinking and it's too late to drive. You shouldn't be wandering around on sore legs in the dark."

She started stroking Christoph's thigh, getting closer and closer to his aching crotch.

"I know I've been cold towards you. Discouraged your relationship with Ashleigh. But I just wanted to get the best out of you. And you've delivered. I am willing to make it up to you."

Karen was unashamedly brushing his penis now. Looking directly into his eyes.

"You're going to fuck my daughter tonight. God knows, she deserves it, and you're going to last a long time. I'll make sure of that because I'm going to suck you dry first."

Karen pulled down Christoph's pants and released his gigantic dick from the constraints of his underwear. Her eyes boggled at his enormity, although she already knew from earlier that day that he was significantly larger than average. She began to stroke his cock, nice and slowly, all the way from the base to the tip, and back to the base again where she squeezed his balls.

"That feels pretty good," said Christoph.

"I've got experience," said Karen as she took him in her mouth.

*

By the time Ashleigh came down for dinner, Christoph's load was sitting snugly in her mother's stomach, an agreeable amuse-bouche as far as Karen was concerned. Ashleigh appeared at the edge of the room in a pale-blue dress that moved like water when she walked. Her hair was pinned up loosely, a few strands framing her face. She wore no necklace, no earrings, just the soft sheen of her youthful skin and the confidence of a verified 'golden girl'.

Christoph stood instinctively. Bowled away at her beauty.

"Hi," Ashleigh said.

"Hi," he replied.

And that was it. The room softened around her. Whatever strange currents had passed between him and Karen faded like mist burned off by sun.

They sat and ate. They talked about the skate.

Later, after dessert, they stood by the window with coffee. The city lights glimmered beneath them, and the night air was refreshing. They stood close, not touching, watching headlights flicker across the freeway in the distance.

Ashleigh leaned her shoulder gently against his.

"I thought we were going to fall on the last turn."

"I would've caught you."

"I know," she said.

Inside, the candles flickered low. Karen had disappeared, satisfied with her daughter's gold, her belly full of semen, and her match making. But Christoph only had eyes for Ashleigh. He quickly forgot all about the gold medal, Tatyana's warm hands, and Karen's expert technique.

*

The house was quiet now. A soft hush had settled over everything, as if the walls themselves had drawn in a breath and held it. Christoph stood in the hallway outside the guest bedroom door, hoping that Ashleigh would invite him to stay the night in her bedroom instead.

"I couldn't breathe during that last lift," she said. "You were holding me so close."

"I didn't want to let go."

"You didn't," she said.

She looked at him, shyly.

"I wanted you to kiss me."

"I wanted to," he said. "Every day this week. Every day before that."

They drew closer. Christoph placed his hand on her ass like he did at practice. Except this time, he squeezed, and he used his other hand to gently caress her breasts. She kissed him for that.

Ashleigh pulled her ice skating partner towards her bedroom without a word. Her fingers laced with his. They undressed each other and covered each other's bodies in kisses. He touched her everywhere and put his fingers inside her.

Then, when she said she was ready, he slowly forced his cock into her soaking wet vagina. He was far too big. They both knew it, but Ashleigh wanted every inch of him. She breathed deeply and they went slowly, inch by blissful inch, together, until he filled her completely, and her pale pink sheets were stained.