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Sisters Ng
American As...
by Deidre Ng
deidreng@aol.com
Part 2
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."
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American As...
by Deidre Ng
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