On Thin Ice

I almost didn't hear Donna's reply, with her mouth muffled against my chest. "Yes, that'd be nice."

We agreed on a stroll along the Thames. The embankment around Barnes and Richmond is a lovely stretch, and it was a nice day, sunny but with the nip of early winter in the air. At some point, I found Donna's hand holding mine, our arms slowly swinging between us. A bit later still, without realising it had happened, I found my arm around her shoulders. After a while we stopped at a bench, and fed swans with some bread Donna had brought. I'm not sure which of us started the kissing, but we both melted into it, tender at first, then with increasing passion. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and lazily traced around my own tongue. My fingers brushed against one of her breasts. She caught my hand, and wrapped my fingers tightly around her boob. As the evening closed in, I walked Donna to her front door. We held hands all the way back, and stood on the step kissing for a good ten minutes, when suddenly the door opened and there stood Donna's mum! We leapt apart, our faces burning, but Mrs Hamilton didn't seem the least bit put out at catching her daughter necking with her skating partner. She gave me a cheery smile and said, "Hello Nick, would you like to come in for a port of tea?"

For the next few evenings Donna and I trained like demons, before sitting kissing in the café. Unfortunately, with nowhere else to go, we didn't really get beyond that. We had tried not to let Sue know our secret, but she's not stupid. We had our first big competition of the season in Sheffield on the Sunday, and on the Friday evening our coach asked us to arrive early for training, then surprised us with an announcement. "No training tonight, I don't want you two to lose your edge. Wendy and I are going to a show in the West End, so I think you two should come back to our place and, er, watch TV or whatever else you want to do." I wasn't sure I'd understood her meaning properly, but when she got me on my own she left me in no doubt. "Look Nicky, sexual frustration can have a terrible effect on performance – on the ice I mean. I don't want anything taking your minds off the competition on Sunday."

When we reached Sue's apartment in The Barbican she introduced Donna to her partner Wendy, who I'd met several times before. They bustled around getting ready for a few minutes, then left. As she was closing the door behind her, Sue gave us the filthiest of winks and murmured, "We won't be back until after eleven – don't do anything Wendy and I wouldn't do!" The door had barely clicked shut before Donna and I were on each other. We half-sat, half-sprawled on the couch for a while, kissing deeply. I eased my hand up her T-shirt and, for the first time, into her bra. Her breast felt wonderfully soft and silky, the nipple big and spongy. She slipped her hand down the back of my training pants and stroked my buttocks, then suggested we go to bed.

We undressed quickly, shyly with our backs to each other, then Donna bounced into the bed and pulled the duvet up to her neck. I slipped off my underpants and joined her, and we cuddled and kissed for a few minutes, her knees rubbing against my thighs, her boobs squashed against my chest. I stroked my hand down her cool, soft skin, resting it for a moment on her hip. She stiffened momentarily, and we kissed some more before I slipped it into her pubic hair. She moaned and pushed at me, and I moved my hand between her legs, touching a finger to her crack. She gasped and clutched me tightly. I moved my mouth down to her boobs and sucked one of them in, teasing the pale pink nipple with my tongue. I mumbled, "God, you have got such beautiful breasts." I felt her hand scrabbling for my cock, and adjusted my position slightly to allow her fingers to wrap around it. I just started to ease my legs between hers when a devastating thought hit me: "Shit, I haven't got any condoms."

Donna gave me a relaxed smile. "It's okay, I'm on the Pill." As relief flooded through me, I positioned the tip of my cock against her labia. She put a hand on my chest and whispered, "Nick, I've never...this is my first time." It had never occurred to me that she might be a virgin. I kissed her forehead and asked her if she was sure, telling her there was no pressure. She ran her hands down my back, sending a shiver through me, and nodded. "Yeah, of course I'm sure. I've wanted this from you since I was about 16." As I eased the head of my cock into her she gave a small cry and gripped my shoulders. Worried that I'd hurt her, I asked if she wanted me to stop. She bit her lip and gazed into my eyes. "No – please don't stop."

I pushed the rest of the way in, and she gave a huge sigh of pleasure. I started screwing her, slowly and gently at first. She was boiling hot inside, and felt wonderfully smooth and tight around my rod. As she began to heat up even more, and her knees began to rise either side of me, I gradually increased the tempo and the weight I put behind each thrust. Donna started to giggle at each stroke, a gurgling sound deep in her throat which I found an incredible turn-on. Pretty soon I was slamming my prick into her up to the hilt, and she was wailing with pleasure, her legs wrapped around mine. She came first, with a long scream, and I followed a minute or so later. When we kissed again she had tears in her eyes, and she broke off to murmur, "Thank you. I've imagined that with you so many times. I was keeping myself for you, but I'd begun to think I might as well give up."

We made love once more, then Donna fell asleep on my arm. I thought I'd better wake her, but the next thing I knew I was being woken by Sue gently shaking my shoulder. "Come on lovebirds. We'd better get you home." On the long journey to Sheffield the next day I felt like a million dollars. I couldn't stop grinning, and Donna and I held each other's hands in the back of Sue's car. We had a quick practice to get used to the Sheffield ice, then went to our hotel. Donna and I had separate rooms, but she crept into mine and we made love again. That time she sat astride me and bounced up and down on me, squealing with each downward thrust of her hips, while I reached up and kneaded her boobs. Then I sucked them again – God, they really are gorgeous.

The next day at the arena, as I'd known I would, I ran into Lesley. Only two months after we'd split up she'd accepted her new bloke's proposal, and she was proudly wearing her engagement ring. She'd moved in with him, and Sheffield had become her home ice. She and her partner, Darren, were hot favourites to win the UK title. When I saw them, I fully intended to tear his face off and call her every name under the sun. As we approached them though, Donna clutched my arm and hissed up at me "Be nice." It's a sign of what a good influence she's been on me that I smiled sweetly and asked Lesley and Darren how they were doing.

Lesley smiled back, then turned her eyes to Donna. "Oh, so this is your little friend. We've been hearing good things about you two, haven't we Daz." Patronising cow! Darren nodded smugly. Donna and Lesley exchanged smiles as my new partner told my old how nice it was to meet her. At least, their lips smiled; their eyes shot death rays into each other's hearts. Staring at Lesley, I realised with satisfaction that I'd forgotten what a flat chest she had in comparison to Donna.

As we walked away, Donna, without breaking her smile, growled, "We are not just going to beat those fuckers today Nick. We are going to rub their noses in it." And we did! Our new routine went down a storm, and it happened again at the British Championships. Suddenly Nick Rossi and Donna Hamilton were Britain's representatives for the European, Olympic and World Championships! The next few weeks were a whirlwind of doing press interviews, signing autographs, posing for photos, getting fitted with British team outfits and so on. Naturally, as happens with many male-female partnerships in life, we frequently got asked about our personal relationship. We dodged the questions, while Sue sat off to one side looking like the cat who got the cream.

We did well in the preliminary round at the Europeans, and were well placed for the final. Before we left for the arena, though, I felt sick with nerves. Donna, even though she was far less experienced than me in big competitions, was much the calmer. When she came into my room, shortly before we were due to leave, she took one look at me and said, "You need something to relax you." Then I watched in astonishment as she knelt before me, eased my tracksuit pants down, and gripped my cock! I thanked my lucky stars that my roommate wasn't there as she twirled her tongue around my dick then slipped her lips over it. Even though we were having it away on a regular basis, she'd never done that to me before – or to anyone else, I was sure – but she had obviously thought it through at some point. I sat back on my bed, my eyes closed with pleasure, as Donna slid her lips up and down my shaft, lapped it with her tongue, and pumped the base with one hand, gently squeezing my balls with the other. As I came like a volcano into her mouth, I couldn't help wondering if Irina Rodnina had sat sucking off Aleksandr Zaitsev just before all those World and Olympic titles!

The final skate went like a dream. The event was being held in Zurich, and William Tell was an inspired choice of music. The Swiss crowd loved us, and the entire audience were on their feet clapping along to our routine. We spent a good five minutes picking bouquets of flowers of the ice at the end, and finished a magnificent fifth overall. Just before we'd taken to the ice, Donna had whispered to me, "You can suck me off if we do well here", and she held me to it. I wasn't sure what I was doing at first, but I soon found her clitty and nibbled and licked it while I plunged several fingers into her pussy. She bayed like a hound when she came, and bounced around like a jumping bean. It was pretty obvious that was going to become a regular part of our love play in future!

At the Olympics we again managed fifth place, an improvement as we were the third highest ranked European couple. Afterwards, as we sat in Donna's room, sipping flat champagne, she giggled and said, "I think you deserve something special. I read about this when I was just a kid, and I've always wanted to try it." It's not easy to describe what happened next. I knelt on all fours and Donna lay under me. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around me and lifted herself right off the bed! It only worked because she's so light. I slipped my cock into her, and she began to swing back and forth on me, drawing her pussy right to the very tip of my prick then plunging back down onto it, her nipples rubbing against my chest with each stroke. I started to move with the rhythm as well, and I couldn't believe how incredibly arousing it felt. I gushed into her like Krakatoa, and she screamed like a banshee as she came. When we collapsed into each other's arms, we were so drained we barely noticed one of her roommates enter then rush out again with an embarrassed apology. Donna told me what we did was called the 10th position of the Perfumed Garden, and I'm longing to check what the other nine are!

By the time we got to the World Champs we were feeling a little tired – from the skating and the travel! – and dropped to seventh place. Nevertheless, we had become Britain's most successful figure skaters in years, and suddenly we were being lauded throughout the sport. We've got enough funding now that Donna's been able to give up her job, and Sue's arranged for a legendary coaching friend of hers, Aleksandr Maksimovic, to come over from Canada to help take us to the next level. With plenty of championships to come between now and the next Olympics, the sky's the limit for the future Nick and Donna Rossi.