Training for Sectionals

Tara spent the next two weeks training. Steve decided that additional training for free skating is needed to ensure her 100% chance of winning Sectionals. "They will need only four," he emphasised. "We cannot afford to miss. Just one lapse of concentration and your dreams are gone." Though she improved fast, most of the time she left the ice with less clothes than the time she entered. The only comforting aspect was that Steve is the only one who had ever saw her trainig in only underwear, that and she knew that he only need her to take off only one piece at a time.

After Friday's session however, Tara found that Timothy is still on ice. "Why you're not going home yet?" asked Tara. "He's having private session today," Answered Abraham. "Tim has shift work, so his private sessions are mostly on flexible schedule." Tara blanched. What will happen if Steve ask me to stripped. Timothy's coach were Abraham and Ilsa, though having Ilsa in place of Abraham helped little. Since adolescence, she had never been seen naked by anyone except her mother and Steve - one of which was also naked at the time. Calm down, Tara. She breathed deeply. Steve will do that only when there're only two of us. Her heart was pounding with stress. Won't he?

"Relax," Tara jumped when Timothy smacked her rear. "Why you'are suddenly tense? You have some secret moves that don't wann show me?" He cut in front of her, holding her waist in his hands. His eyes pierced in hers, looking for response. I have some secret places I don't want to show you, her mind screamed. Unable to response, Tara just smiled timidly and turned away.

"You know, I am thinking about asking you for pairs at Nationals." He spoke as his arms wrapped around her chest, causing her to blush. "You are stunning twenty pounds lighter than Jessica, that means a lot easier to manuever." He seemed to knead her budding chest a bit. "I wish you are larger. That would be perfect."

"Do not criticise a girl's breasts when both your hands are on them," injected Abraham, "your life might not end well." "I mean she is ten inches shorter than me." Timothy protested. "If it were five or six, we will made stunning pair."

"Whatever you meant, we are behind schedule," Steve command. "Lets start."

"Triple Lutz," Steve told Tara halfway into the session. "Let's see how you progress." Tara glided backward and jumped. Her body sping gracefully before touch the ground and sliding smoothly. "Do not toe hammer," scolded Steve. Abraham and Timothy stopped by the frightening roar. "I think she's doing it perfectly. I never did better myself," Abraham opined. "She did not toe hammer."

"Just by luck," Steve insisted "Her leg did not skid because she leaned enough forward. In competition, stress, tiredness, distractions will made her. Champions are judged by results, not by efforts. If you cannot do to perfection, stay home." He turned to Tara. "You've made a mistake. Do you know what does it means?"

Tara froze. Removing her jacket doesn't show any of her skin. But everyone can do their own math. If each mistake meant one cloth removed, they would conclude that she might have practiced half-naked with Steve before. However, she knew the rule. She also knew that Steve didn't like her breaking rules.