I would have never thought that something as innocent as learning how to ice skate at age ten would play such a major role in who I am today. I was a bit on the chubby side and a fairly shy little girl growing up, which was probably what kept me from having lots of friends, but still normal in most other ways, which I suspected is why my mom enrolled me in skating class. I wasn't nearly as excited about skating as my mom, who thought it would help in developing some self-confidence and maybe get some needed exercise.
The first few weeks were painful at best. I was clumsy, uncoordinated and my social skills were lacking to the point where I usually skated alone. After several weeks I found out I could keep up the rest of the girls and surprisingly, was one of the better skaters. That gave me a confidence I never knew I could have.
As I grew older and progressed from level to level, I felt more comfortable meeting new people, somewhat more outgoing and certainly more competitive. I advanced to a point where I was good enough to try out for the Precision Skating Team, which is akin to synchronized swimming and was the quintessential form of "team- work" on ice. Twenty-four girls, all about the same skill level, dressed in the same costumes, the same hair style and makeup, skating in unison to spirited music for somewhere between three to five minutes. How cool was that?
I skated on several neighborhood precision teams though-out my junior high and high school years, traveling to local and regional competitions, and once to the Nationals held in San Diego. Even before my high school graduation, I looked for colleges that had a skating team, and I was fortunate enough to get accepted into one that did.
The competitive nature of college sports required long hours of practice and a great amount of travel, as the competing schools were all over the region. I spent many a weekend night in a relatively small hotel room with three other girls, and in such close quarters, you couldn't afford to be even remotely self-conscious. Four girls, one bathroom and absolutely no privacy leads to closeness few people can endure. There were only two skill levels in competitive skating at the college level; JV and Varsity. Being that I was only a freshman, I was put on the JV team which consisted mostly of freshmen and sophomores, while the more experienced skaters, mostly juniors and seniors made up the varsity team.
When we traveled, the room assignments usually consisted of at least one senior, and a mix of sophomores, juniors and freshmen, making a total of four. Towards the end of my first season, I was assigned to a room with the requisite senior and two sophomores. Although I recognized the other girls having seen them skate and at team meetings over the course of the year, I didn't really know them personally. This trip, the senior was Cindy, who at age twenty-two was four years older than I. She had a reputation as a free spirited skater with intensity on the ice that was obvious to me when I watched her skate. Cindy was an accomplished skater, great techniques, very confident on and off the ice, and assertive, something I was still lacking, and I really thought she could teach me something during our stay together. The operative word here is "teach".
Fridays are generally travel day, leaving by bus in the early in morning and arriving at the rink, hopefully sometime around noon. We'd do some stretching and warm-ups, then we were off to the ice by groups for our practice sessions. If you've never seen seventy-five or so girls wearing identical skating outfits, skating about, seemingly at random, you would be amazed that anything gets done.
I, along with the rest of my team, waited patiently on the side watching the varsity team go through their routine, each time gaining more and more confidence in their program.
I paid special attention to Cindy, who was by far the best skater out there. She had a certain grace in her movements; her actions on the ice flowed with the music, and were always technically excellent. I was envious, not only because she skated so well, but that she seemed to control the direction of the entire performance. She was gorgeous as well as talented. Soft auburn shoulder length hair, usually in a pony tail, sparkling blue eyes that seemed to glimmer in lights of the arena and a figure to die for, slender, well proportioned and I found myself captivated by her beauty. I was jealous I suppose since I still hadn't lost what I'll kindly refer to my "baby fat" in spite of all the hours I've spent exercising and skating.
We finished around seven in the evening, stopped at a local restaurant for something to eat, and then went back to the hotel where we could finally rest. The room was somewhat larger than most we've had and consisted of two double beds, a folding cot and a hide-a-bed. We flipped coins to see who got which bed, and I ended up with the cot.
After settling in our room, two of the girls decided they weren't all that tired and decided to go to a nearby movie. I on the other hand, was totally exhausted and couldn't wait for a hot shower and bed. Cindy, who was changing into her PJ's, said she was tired too, and just plopped herself in the recliner and started watching TV. I undressed, well everything but my panties and bra, and headed for the shower. It's not that I'm shy in front of other girls; it's just that I was a bit self-conscious in front of Cindy, who for me was very intimating.
The shower was wonderful, the hot steaming water hitting my body, melting all the aches and pains of the day away. I shut my eyes and just stood there for what seemed like hours, day dreaming I guess. This was the first time in a week I had time to think of anything beside myself.
I thought of Danny, who I had been dating for almost three years. I found myself thinking how wonderful it would be if he were there instead of Cindy, and I closed my eyes as I ran my soapy hands over my breasts. I could feel his touch, and my nipples grew harder. It wasn't long before my hands were between my legs, sliding over my pussy, not knowing if the wetness was because of my doing or from the warm stream of water, but I was fairly positive it was some of both. I kept that up, slowly finger fucking myself, my thumb pressing hard against my clit and I could feel my legs starting to get rubbery. Soon I had an extremely powerful orgasm. One that caused me to lean against the shower wall until I finally stopped shaking. I turned the water off, stepped out of the shower, dried my hair and body, and wrapped the towel around myself before went back into the bedroom.
