From: deidreng@aol.com (Deidre Ng)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Sisters Ng: American As... , by Deidre Ng
Date: 8 Sep 1996 17:02:57 -0400

			   American As...
				  by
			      Deidre Ng

	Last winter, during a January marked by both voluntary and
involuntary shutdowns of Washington, DC, I went to a large room at 26
Federal Plaza in lower Manhattan to swear allegiance to a government
that at the time was having trouble staying open for business. With
about fifty other people from a broad swath around the globe, I walked
in a citizen of another place and walked out an American. There were
several Chinese people like myself in the group, but I was the only
Canadian.

	We all came out waving little flags, and the friends that had
come down, braving truly mountainous snowpiles, clapped and cheered
and hugged us. My sister and her lover were there, and my David was
there. We all hugged fiercely. I admit to letting a tear or two get
squeezed out of my eyes.

	"Deedee, how can you get sentimental about who you pay your
taxes to?"

	I hid my face in the crisp white cotton of David's shirt,
trying not to cry on his expensive silk tie.

	"Thank you, Tammy, for being so understanding. Always the
empathetic one."

	"Don't tell me you're bought in on all that chauvinistic
Reagan era crap!"

	I was thinking about Hong Kong, and all the stories our
parents had told me about the Communists that they had fled from. The
people and places I had last seen in childhood, given over to a
government that had no concept free speech, consent of the governed,
the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

	"It's not crap that you can stand in the middle of a
government building and say what you like about it, and not worry
about the consequences."

	John took Tammy's hand. "Can we like, not do this scene? I'm
supposed to take these really nice pictures of you two smiling and
waving those little flags and shit, so you'se can send them off to
your parents with this nice note about how happy you are, and don't
worry about us here in New York, etc. Let's just forget about this,
and you two stand over here by the thingie on the wall... "

	He pointed to the Great Seal of the United States.

	"Yeah, like that, one on each side so you cover up the
graffiti. Great."

	He raised his camera and started shooting. We forced our
biggest smiles and held up our little flags and waved them. The
tension drained away as he posed us, singly and in groups, in front of
various icons of Americana.

	We bundled back up and went out. John took some more pictures
outside Federal Plaza. Tammy and I threw snowballs at each other, and
he took pictures of that, too. We walked down Broadway, past the
glowering bronze statue of a bull that is one half of Wall Street's
symbology, past the wonderful old Customs House, into Battery Park.
Raw wind whipping across the bay, we stood for a while looking at the
Statue of Liberty. John took more pictures, until threats against his
life, limb and camera allowed us to retreat from the waters' edge.

	We descended into the Bowling Green subway station, and
plotted our next moves. David and I were both in business suits, so we
were going home to Brooklyn to change. Tammy had decided that she
wanted ice cream, but it had to be from the Baskin Robbins near their
apartment, so she was pulling a reluctant John uptown.

	"So where are we going to meet you for your citizenship
dinner, MacDonalds?"

	"Fuck off, Tammy. We're going someplace nice, someplace that
stands for everything that is uniquely American."

	"Such as?"

	"Chinatown."

	"Oh, god. Let me guess, Golden Unicorn or Peking Duck House?"

	"Uh, I was thinking of both, actually." Nothing is as American
as excess.

	"You are one crazy little Chinese girl, you know that! How am
I supposed to fit in my clothes if I go eat dim sum and duck with
you?!"

	"Go work out instead of eating ice cream. Buy bigger clothes.
I don't care. You're too thin, anyway."

	Tammy smirked. "You only think so because I'm thinner than
you. OK, we'll let you have your way. But if they have to take you
down in the freight elevator from the Golden Unicorn, don't say I
didn't warn you."

				* * *

	Tammy and John departed uptown, and David and I rode the
number 4 train into Brooklyn. Brooklyn was completely plowed in, cars
buried under mountains of snow, streetcorners made impassable by walls
of snow and wide lakes of slush. We detoured up side streets to find
spots where people had dug out their cars or driveways had been
cleared, then doubled back, walking in the street.

	I closed and locked the door to our apartment. Sitting on the
little bench seat by the door I pulled my boots off. David stood and
peeled the rubbers off his shoes.

	"You know I always think you look sexy in that button-down
outfit."

	"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I have to take it off."

	He pulled me off the bench and kissed me hard on the lips. His
hands pulled up the skirt behind me, then slid across my ass cheeks,
pressing me against him. Kissing him on tiptoe, I could feel his
erection against my belly.

	"I mean you look really sexy in that outfit."

	"So sexy you have to fuck me even before I can take it off?"

	"Overpoweringly sexy."

	"Now that I'm a citizen, don't I get a vote on the subject?"

	"You'll have to hold an erection to vote on that."

	"Planning on stuffing the ballot box, are you?"

				* * *

	By this point he had maneuvered me onto the couch and pulled
my sheer nylons and panties down around my ankles. I pulled his
erection out of his pants and played with him a little in my hands.

	"So, you look at these starched and pressed women in their
corporate suits, and you wonder what their ass looks like, eh?"

	I pulled his pants down and sat him on the couch. Kicking my
panties off my ankle, I straddled him. His cock rubbed against the
warm skin along the inside of my thigh, tickling my pubic hair. I felt
butterflies of anticipation.

	"You can't say 'eh' any more. You're not a Canadian."

	"In that case I guess I'll have to use your All American
flagpole and let my red hot pussy tease some white come out of those
blue balls of yours."

	"Or you could just fuck me."

	"Isn't that what I said?"

	I took some spit and slicked the head of his cock. He slid
easily into the wet folds of my cunt. I pressed myself downwards,
taking him into me greedily. He felt huge inside me. As I came down
with him fully inside I whimpered a little from the pleasure of
feeling so filled, so tight around his stiffness. We looked into each
other's eyes and kissed. We rocked a little back and forth, fully
engaged. I could feel his balls against my skin.

	His hands opened my jacket and sought out my nipples through
my blouse and bra. They were obvious, even through all the layers. His
fingers pinched at them, and my hips twitched in response. He pulled
the shirt tails of my blouse out and pushed the fabric up, not
bothering to unbutton it. When he reached my bra he slipped his
fingers under the straps and pushed the cups up and off my breasts,
not bothering to unhook the clasp.

	I suddenly felt very erotic. I was disheveled, half undressed,
exposed. My dark wool skirt covered my legs demurely, and at the same
time I was pantyless, legs spread wide, filled by the presence of his
cock. My hair was still tightly braided and my glasses were starting
to slide down my nose as we kissed. His hands were warm as they cupped
my breasts, even as the last snowflake melted behind my ear.

	I felt the need to feel him moving in and out of me. I began
to raise my self up and then lower myself again onto his cock. He
locked my nipples between his fingers so that when I lifted my self
up, my nipples pulled between his fingers, stretching my skin taut. He
pinched at the same time, and then as I came sliding back down his
cock, he mashed my nipples into my breasts, pressing them inwards
until I was sure he could feel my ribs. I felt a continuous electric
tingle of pleasure as he exercised my breasts.

	I knew that as good as I was feeling, David loved getting
fucked this way even more. The pressure of my whole body forcing my
slippery tight pussy down around his cock was something he couldn't
hold out against for long. It gave me an additional warm glow inside,
every time we made love this way, knowing that he was absolutely
helpless to control his reaction as I fucked him. He would come so
quickly I was reminded of the eager adolescent orgasms of my high
school boyfriends, how quickly they exploded in my hand or mouth or
between my legs.

	Indeed, it was very soon that as I eased myself down he was
thrusting up, meeting me halfway, freezing me in midstroke as his own
need to thrust overcame him. I held myself still, trying to be the
perfect receptacle, my clinging hot walls velvety smooth, ready for
his final thrust deep into me and the shuddering deposit of his come
inside of me.

	I cradled his head against my chest as his orgasm subsided. I
rode him a few more times for my own pleasure, enjoying the extra
slippery feeling of his cock lubricated with his come. Settling down
on his shaft again, I kissed him deeply, as deep as he was inside of
me.

	My clothes were growing uncomfortable. I shucked off the wool
jacket. Temporarily, I pulled my blouse down again so that I could
unbutton it. I unhooked the clasp of my bra and tossed it aside.
Reaching behind me, I found the button of the skirt behind my back,
undid it and unzipped the skirt. I pulled it over my head and put it
on the pile with the jacket and blouse.

	Still holding his cock tightly inside me, I undressed David as
well. He offered no complaints or resistance, seemingly too
overpowered by his orgasm to have regained consciousness.

	"Well, now that we're both naked, sweaty and sticky, how about
a nice hot shower?"

	He looked up at me with a bemused expression on his face.

	"Eh?"

	"No more Canadian jokes! Come on, or I'll wash by myself and
make you wait."

	I lifted myself off him and our private parts reluctantly
separated. The shower included an appropriate amount of romantic
afterplay, but neither of us was up to getting serious again so soon.
Besides we were meeting Tammy and John in Chinatown in just an hour
and a half.

				* * *

	I got dressed in warm corduroy pants that I could tuck into my
boots. I picked my warmest angora sweater, a thick black vee neck that
looked really nice with the little string of pearls that David got me
for my last birthday. I was pulling it over my head when I felt him
behind me, his hands tracing the edge of my bra.

	"Now, now, no monkey business. I've got to get finished
getting dressed."

	He unhooked the clasp.

	"Hey! I mean it!"

	"Well, I hate to say it, but I think you're just a tad
overdressed for the occasion. Take your arms out of that sweater and
you'll see what I mean."

	I complied, and he quickly slipped the bra off of my breasts.
Feeding my arms back into the sweater, he pulled it down over my body
and pulled my hair free of the neck. The clinging black sweater
immediately warmed my skin. My nipples rose as the angora kissed them
endlessly, every time I shifted. His hands cupped my breasts again as
I sighed. I leaned back against him and kissed him over my shoulder.
His hands moved slowly around my breasts, sliding the lush angora over
my skin. Our kiss deepened. His fingers sought my nipples through the
sweater and found them, swollen and hard.

	"Now doesn't that feel good?"

	"Very good. Too good. It feels so good I want to take off the
cords and drag you to bed."

	"Then just think about doing that after we come home from
dinner. And every time I look at you across the table I'll think about
it, too."



	It was already dark by the time we got to the Golden Unicorn.
Tammy and John were upstairs, waiting for us before getting seated.
Tammy still had her jacket on, saying the elevator brought in too much
cold air to take it off before we arrived. We all sat down around a
table for four, men and women sitting across from each other.

	I looked Tammy over. She was wearing black boots, black
tights, a black skirt, and a white silk shell. Her shoulders and arms
were bare except for the thin strap of the shell.

	"Brrr, I'm still frozen." Tammy shivered in her seat.
Goosebumps crawled up her arms. From the dark nipples poking against
the silk, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra.

	"You should have worn more sensible clothing."

	"It was your party, so I wore party clothes."

	"Hey, check out those dumplings!" John's head swiveled to
track a cart of delicacies being wheeled past.

	"Where?" Tammy was half out of her seat, leaning over the
table. Her little silk shell fell away from her chest and her
beautiful (even I'll admit they're beautiful) tits swung in full view.
At least from my perspective they were in full view, and judging from
the gasping sounds from behind me they were in full view of someone
who had been trying to take a drink.

	"Those dumplings look great!" David was looking past Tammy at
the dim sum cart.

	I got up.

	"Please, don't wait for me. I just remembered I have to make a
phone call."

	I stalked over to the phone. First I dialed our home answering
machine.

	"Listen mister. Don't you dare spend the evening ogling my
sister. I don't care how brazen she is, there's only one pair of tits
for you tonight. And there won't even be that if you keep staring at
hers."

	I hung up and dialed his beeper number and left our phone
number as the message.

	When I got back to the table, everyone had at least two items
already, and beer, too. I sat down and Tammy gave me a little smirky
smile and wiggled her fingers at me.

	"I took your advice and worked out instead of having ice
cream."

	"No wonder John looks so tired." Tammy's idea of working out
probably involves doing pussy squats onto John's cock.

	"Deedee, could you pass the mustard?"

	"John was up too late last night playing Wing Commander IV. I
swear they should make a game called Come and Get Me, that would
convince guys to pay attention to their girlfriends. It would show
this guy in a dark bedroom playing by the light of the monitor, while
in the background the girl lies on the bed and frigs off about a
million times. I'm gonna write a story about it."

	David piped up, "There are adult video games in Japan. As a
matter of fact... " His beeper went off.

	"Shit. If you'll excuse me." He got up and headed for the
phone.

	"So, Deedee, what are you writing about nowadays?"

	"Well, I showed you the last chapter of Edit Angel that I
finished. I think I'm going to go back to erotica for a while. I've
got a few ideas that I have to get out of me."

	"How do you think this stuff up?" John asked from around the
edge of a shrimp filled pastry.

	"Most writers keep a notepad next to their bed in case they
wake up with an idea. Deidre just hits rewind on a video camera."

	John smiled. "If only there was such a thing. Think of the
money we could make with a DeeDeeCam web site."

	"If you two are finished having fun at my expense, I'd like to
try to answer John's question. I like to start with a single arresting
image of a sex act and work outwards."

	"But how do you come up with the original idea?"

	"I told you, she hits rewind."

	I admit it. I stuck my tongue out at her.

	"Maybe you do, Tammy. It helps to think about sex constantly.
For me, it's usually something like I'm standing in the back of a
crowded elevator at work and that little bounce as the car comes to a
stop at each floor makes my boobs feel funny and all of a sudden I'm
speculating about the erotic possibilities of a bidet."

	"So, you just come upon it?"

	"The bidet?"

	When I said bidet Tammy started to blush, and then she smiled,
and then she blushed some more. Her nipples became evident again
through her shell.

	David sat down again.

	"Well, where were... "

	Tammy stood up. Her face was still red. She lifted one arm and
pointed at me across the table.

	"I'm going to the ladies room. And you're going with me."

	John and David exchanged glances over the table as we stood
up. Tammy stalked off and as I followed her, I heard John mutter. "Uh,
oh."

	Tammy stood in front of the mirror, picking a strand of hair
off her face. As I came in, she turned to face me.

	"Just because it's your party doesn't mean you can embarrass
me in front of everybody!"

	"What are you talking about?"

	"You think you can tell any story you want to about me!"

	"You think you can come on to my boyfriend!"

	"You're paranoid!"

	"You're not wearing a bra!" I reached out and pulled the hem
of the white shell up and over her breasts.

	"Neither are you!"

	She reached out and pulled at the sides of my sweater. The hem
slipped out of the top of my pants. She kept pulling until my breasts
were in view. But she didn't stop. She kept pulling upwards, catching
me by surprise. My arms were up and the angora sweater almost above my
elbows before I knew what was going on. Luckily I still had a grip on
her silk top. I pulled back and away, freeing my head from the sweater
at the same time as I pulled Tammy's shell over her head.

	We were facing each other, red faced and disheveled. Our tops
were bunched and tangled on our linked forearms, neither of us wanting
to let go.

	"Slut!"

	"Hypocrite!"

	"Let go!"

	"You let go!"

	The door opened.

	"SHIT!!" We both pulled and let go at the same time. The
sweater and the silk top fell in a tangle between us. I reached down
and desperately snagged the strap of the white shell. Tammy tried to
snatch it but could only come up with the arm of the angora sweater
before the door came fully open and an older Chinese woman stepped in.

	"Hello? Is there a line for the facilities? I - Oh my!"

	I was holding the shell in front of me, trying to recover some
shred of dignity. Tammy had other plans.

	"Oh, hi, don't mind us, we're sisters!"

	"Yes?" She obviously didn't see how that explained shouting at
each other topless in the ladies room of a dim sum house.

	"And my sister was showing me, you see, how the uh, skin cream
I invented had, uh, faded the age spots around her nipples."

	It's amazing how loud you can be through gritted teeth.

	"I DON'T HAVE ANY AGE SPOTS ON MY NIPPLES!"

	"See, it works!" She reached over and pulled at my arm. "Come
on Deedee, show her!"

	"Oh, yes please, I'd be very interested to see!"

	I surrendered to the surreality of the moment. I let the shell
fall away from my chest, exposing my breasts again.

	"You see, age spots almost all gone, and just a hint of the
sag that used to be there. Hard to believe that she's breastfed four
children. Of course, they're still not as firm as mine, but what can
you expect?"

	"Why, I've breastfed four children. Do you think it could help
me?" In a flash the matron had lifted her blouse and unsnapped her
bra. Her somewhat withered and spotty breasts slouched into view.

	"Of course! Why your breasts are no worse off than my sister's
were six months ago! I'm sure my skin cream could help. Don't you
agree, Deidre dear?"

	"It can help at least as much as it helped me."

	"What is the secret?"

	"My cream is a special combination of a really good hot
Chinese mustard like they serve here, ginger, and ginseng from a
special source. You know the Chinese pharmacy two blocks down East
Broadway? They're the only ones that carry it. You just mix it
together and spread it around your nipple, and as the age spots
disappear, you widen the circle. You can feel it toning and tautening
your skin as you work it in, and the ginseng helps your sex drive as
well."

	"My dear I will just have to try it."

	"Well, you could try mixing the ingredients yourself, since
I'm sure that the right mixture is a personal issue."

	The matron nodded and ducked into the stall behind her. Tammy
looked at me and stuck out her tongue. She looked down at my angora
sweater that she was holding in her arms.

	"Y'know, this matches the rest of my outfit." She pushed her
arms into it and pulled it over her head. Taking one last look at her
breasts in the mirror, she pulled it down over her chest.

	"Goodness gracious!" She ran her palms over her breasts.
"Deidre, I would never have thought that a tight-ass like you would
dare to wear this out without a bra on. This sweater is like fashion
foreplay!"

	I knew I wouldn't get it back that evening, perhaps ever.
Tammy had never broken the habit of 'borrowing' my clothes
permanently. I had no choice but to slip her white silk shell over my
head. I pulled it over my breasts and the rough silk pulled my nipples
erect. It was a little too small on me. My breasts stretched the
fabric, making them very obvious, erect nipples or not.

	"See, it goes with your pearls."

	"But not the cords." It was too short to tuck in right. I let
it stay out.

	"Don't worry, David will think you look great anyway. Loosen
up and enjoy yourself! You only become an American once, you know."

				* * *

	We sat back down at our table. David and John had obviously
sampled a good deal of dim sum while we were gone, judging by the
empty plates stacked in front of Tammy's and my seats. They looked
back and forth at the two of us as we sat down. I glared at David.

	"Not one word."

	"Who, me? Was I going to say something?"

	John spoke up. He was desperately trying to not look at my
chest, but he was so embarrassed by his inability to do so that he was
also avoiding my eyes, so his gaze would settle on my breasts
stretching the white silk, then lift about as far as my chin then
drift back downwards again.

	"Deidre, you should try this one, it's got nipples of a
breast, I mean it's stuffed with a breasty chicken, I mean a breast of
chicken."

	"Sure, I'll try some."

	I bit into the dim sum as the elevators opened and another
load of winter air was released into the restaurant. I felt it run up
my spine like icy fingers. I was momentarily overrun by goosebumps and
my nipples, well, I'm sure you can guess what happened. A lengthening
ellipsis in the conversation spread around the room as men, including
John and David, stopped talking to stare at me. I swallowed and patted
my lips with my napkin, and held it there, thankful for its cover,
until my nipples fell and conversation resumed.

	"I think we should go now."

				* * *

	We put on our coats, but didn't close them. As we got into the
elevator another group pushed in with us. We shuffled to the back, but
more and more people kept cramming in. I was pressed against the left
wall, David and John against the back. Tammy and I had been standing
next to each other, when a rather large person pushed her back. She
twisted, trying to take up the least space possible, and found herself
pressed up against David.

	Perhaps in other circumstances David wouldn't have minded
being forced to endure a cramped elevator ride with a beautiful
Chinese girl's breasts pressing against him. Perhaps if the sister of
the beautiful Chinese girl wasn't holding one of his hands in a vise-
like grip. But Tammy was obviously enjoying his predicament, and the
feeling of her breasts in an angora sweater mashed against him.

	"So, David, are you going to come... " She gave a little
shiver and a sigh, "... see me perform at BAM? It'll be my only
performance in Brooklyn this year."

	"Well, uh... "

	I squeezed his hand and cut in on the question.

	"We already have plans."

	"To come, of course, to come." He smiled weakly down at Tammy
as the elevator bumped to a stop.

				* * *

	We walked over to the Peking Duck House. It was warmer there,
and the wind didn't blow in the door, and John let me wear his
sensible tweed jacket. I rolled up the sleeves and buttoned the front
and despite the fact that my breasts were still pushing the envelope,
so to speak, I felt much more at ease. The tweed actually went well
with my cords.

	"You look like an English professor."

	"Thank you, John."

	"One that's really proud of her tits."

	"Thank you, Tammy." I was beyond being baited. She could have
lap danced David and I would have not reacted.

	We had a very nice duck dinner. Once it was clear to Tammy
that I wouldn't rise to further provocation, she relented.

	"So, it just all of a sudden gushes out of you, does it?"

	John was asking me a question, but I couldn't figure out for
the life of me what about.

	"John, just because she's older doesn't mean she thinks her
incontinence is a decent subject for dinner conversation!"

	"I was asking about story ideas."

	"Oh."

	"Well, yes, but it's not even that hard... "

	"That's what she said."

	John glared at her and she shut up.

	"... As Tom Lehrer sang, 'Once correctly viewed, everything is
lewd.'"

	"What about that couple in the corner, what's their story?"

	I turned around to see who he was referring to. They were an
older man and a younger woman.

	"Easy. She used to be his secretary. They were lovers. It's
over now, but they go out once a year on their 'anniversary'. After
dinner they'll go to a fancy hotel and make love again, for old times'
sake."

	"How about our waiter."

	"He wishes Tammy would storm angrily into the kitchen and
complain that the dish she's ordered wasn't hot enough. He wants to
lift her skirt and pull down her tights and rub red pepper into her
ass. He'll drizzle oil borrowed from the wok man over his cock, then
slide it deep into Tammy's ass. When he's done he dusts his finger
with MSG and fingers her ass, so in twenty minutes she'll want more."

	"And the cashier?"

	"She gets very turned on at the thought of going to the
gynecologist's. Sometimes she's left alone for a minute with her feet
up in the stirrups and she secretly plays with her clit, but her
fantasy is that the staff is watching her. At home she fantasizes
about giving birth, the tremendous fullness between her legs as the
baby is delivered. She imagines teasing herself in the delivery room
and breathing and pushing and coming all at once, orgasm and birth
mixing together."

	"That's a little weird."

	"You're making me come up with it on the spot."

				* * *

	We were up to the fortune cookies. David opened his.

	"'Never underestimate the power of love.'"

	Tammy read hers.

	"'At heart all men are bachelors, at heart all women are
mothers.'"

	John cracked his open.

	"'A golden handkerchief cannot dry your tears.'"

	I read my strip of paper.

	"'Lucky numbers: 7 17 34 23 5 11"

	"And?"

	"'You are very close to your true love.'"

				* * *

	The dinner ended with a surprise red, white and blue flag cake
with sparklers. The whole restaurant clapped and applauded and we
belted out a very ragged "Star Spangled Banner". Afterward several of
the staff came over and asked who my immigration lawyer was. The
answer is Luciana Ostrowsky, if anyone out there needs a good Mandarin
speaking immigration lawyer.

				* * *

	The snow on Mott Street had been pounded into slush, except
for the piles at the curbside. We stepped out into the night as the
first flakes of a new onslaught began to fall. A city bus rolled
through Columbus Circle, squishing the brown slush out from under it's
tires. On the side of the bus, incongruous, was an ad for sandals.
Tammy cried out and pointed.

	"Ha, 'Sam and Libby'! There's fodder for your erotic
imagination, Deidre! What story can you make from that?"

	"How about the story of a cold tired Chinese girl who ate too
much and wants to go home now?"

	"Not very erotic. You'll have to try harder."

	"Not tonight, dear. I have a headache."

	"David, sounds like you better change your plans, she's
practicing her line already."

				* * *

	David and I rode the subway home to Brooklyn. It was crowded,
everyone forsaking the taxis and buses and the snow clogged streets
for the underground. I looked at the faces of the men and women,
wondering which I would make Sam and Libby. It bothered me that I
couldn't come up with an appropriate story for the names. We got home
and pulled everything off and went straight to bed. Well, almost
everything. He wouldn't let me take the shell off.

	"No slipping your hands under the angora tonight, I'm afraid."

	He rubbed my breasts casually as I straddled him.

	"This would look nice with that wool crepe suit."

	"And a camisole and a bra."

	I reached under me. He was thick and heavy and warm in my
hand.

	"Tammy didn't think it needed those things."

	"Tammy... I don't really want to talk about my sister while I
make love."

	"Then let me say that it was inspired of you to think of
changing clothes with her. I'm sure John is enjoying the angora
sweater as much as I would, and I certainly enjoyed watching my
favorite pair of breasts this evening. And I'm really enjoying the way
your holding my cock just inside your pussylips. And... "

	I quieted him with a kiss that turned into a low moan as he
slipped further into me.

	The straps had slipped off my shoulders. The only thing
holding it up was the press of my breasts against the fabric. He was
nibbling at my nipples through the white silk. I bit my lip and pushed
back. His cock went an inch further into me. Sam and Libby, who were
they? Maybe I would have worked it out that night, but for the rhythm
changing just then and his teeth catching my nipple just so that I
moaned and he slipped completely into me and my mind dissolved into
pure feeling, the slipping of his cock in and out of my pussy's hot
embrace, my heart running away as he pulled at my nipple through the
silk.

				* * *

	I should have known that night who Sam and Libby were. I
didn't figure it out for almost six months. Now that I've found out,
I'll let them tell you themselves. Thank you, America. I love you.

				* * *

	"Sometimes men put women on a pedestal."

	"Not that we don't deserve it, though."

	"What is it that you stand for?"

	"The pursuit of happiness, but I've been known to lie down for
it, too."

	"You have a wonderful husky laugh."

	"You have a wonderful twinkle in your eye."

	"I have a thing for strong boned, green eyed women in
sandals."

	"You may not believe this, but I happen to like the
distinguished look in a man."

	"Like a stovepipe hat and goatee?"

	"And white hair. There's something to be said for...
experience."

	"Young lady, you make my heart beat faster. But are you
holding a torch for someone?"

	"Oh, this old thing. Here, let me put it down for a moment."

	"And I'll put your tablet here next to the pedestal. Is that
all right, Miss... ?

	"Oh, it's fine. You can call me Libby, I don't think we have
to be too formal. And you're... ?"

	"Sam."

	"Of course. I should have guessed."

	"That's a beautiful shift you're wearing."

	"Why thank you. There's a catch in the back, you know."

	"There's always a catch. You mean this... ? It's amazing how
it all comes undone when you just take that one little pin out."

	"I think I'd like to sit here on the pedestal and look up at
the stars."

	"I think I'd like to kneel here on the grass and contemplate
your depths."

	"Your beard feels so soft on my thigh. Like the night breeze."

	"Just put your arms back and look up at the stars. Don't let
me distract you."

	...

	...

	"Oh, Sam... "

	"Libby?"

	"It's just that I've never been kissed like that, before. Is
it hard to do?"

	"It's not hard to do, though it makes one hard, doing it. If
you take my meaning."

	"I've been meaning to take your meaning all night, if that's
what you mean."

	"Might I take the pedestal? My knees are somewhat damp from
the grass."

	"Sit back as you bid me, and I'll bestride you, and pursue my
happiness and yours together."

	...

	...

	"Oh, Sam... "

	"Libby?"

	"Is it always like that with you?"

	"What?"

	"The fireworks."

	"You mean you saw them too? No, I think there's something
special about you and me, and tonight."