Awesome

Matt was workmanlike in his skating. He'd played a fair amount of hockey when the lakes and rivers of Michigan had iced over and could certainly make his way around a rink... skating backward or forward. He didn't flow, though, the way Natasha did.

If he hadn't known better, he would have guessed she simply hovered a millimeter or so above the ice because it didn't seem to take any effort at all for her to glide, then suddenly take off in a leap and spin, then come down again without seeming to hit the ice at all.

He could jump, if he had to, but his landings sent shards of ice everywhere.

"Okay, are you ready?" she demanded.

"I'm not used to this. We don't lift each other in hockey games so don't hit me if my hands end up somewhere... off-limits."

"Considering what I agreed to do tomorrow, I'm surprised you'd even mention that."

"Tomorrow is work. Tonight is supposed to be fun."

"Catch me." She launched herself at him and he caught her.

They played around a little at first, with him slinging her around his hips like some kind of Charleston dance move but the fourth time she launched herself at him, she took off high and he lifted her above his head.

{if cindidate=true}He'd done this once before, of course, when he'd taken Cindi out on their first date. So he wasn't completely surprised. Still, he could hardly believe he had one hand smack on the cleavage of the school's hottest girl (with a possible tie) and the other hand on her snatch.{endif}

He went into a spin, then slowly lowered her, she extending one skate to skim the ice as he continued turning.

"Cool," she said when he raised her back to standing position.

{if cindidate=true}When he'd dated Cindi, all of the other girls, including Natasha had crowded around him wanting their chance to be lifted. With Natasha in his arms, none seemed anxious to intrude. He had to wonder if it was always that way with Natasha... if her beauty kept other girls from daring to share in her life. If so, that was kind of sad although he suspected there would be plenty of people willing to trade all of that sharing for even a hint of Natasha's beauty.{endif}

They skated round the rink a few times practicing a few dance moves (basically Matt skating and Natasha dancing) then Natasha made him do a few more lifts. He could have sworn she wiggled a little more than she had to when he held her up. Certainly she wiggled against his dick when he lowered her and gave him a smile that could have been painted on an angel... but that smacked just a little of the diabolical.

"Okay, it's a school night," she said right about when his arms threatened to give out. Good thing he'd been doing the pushups because he never would have made it as out of shape as he'd been a couple of weeks before.

"This was fun," he said.

"Yeah, Come on."

He followed her back to her car wondering if he could really see a tiny bit of a wet spot in the crotch of her skating panties... or whether that was completely his imagination.