0 comments/ 12282 views/ 1 favorites My American Dream By: loquere I would like to thank Annieandy & darkangel718310. They were great editors. Any errors are my fault. I went back and had a nerdgasm over certain paragraphs after they were edited. You have my apologies. There is a lot of detail and it takes time to get to the sex. There will be mistakes feel free to help me improve, by telling me what can be fixed. My American Dream: Best friends have their dreams fulfilled My American Dream: Best friends have their dreams fulfilled. ------------------ Mathew Moore stood there in silence with a reflective calm, his right palm firmly pressed against the window. He had thought the Columbus Streets would be moving at a faster pace; not on a chaotic level like what he once saw in New York, just a bit busier. He'd been all over the globe researching for his degrees and books, but he never spent so much time in big cities. His college days in Cambridge and Oxford were spent in a type of residential seclusion. . The last few months were a hell of a time; the election campaign forced Mathew out of his comfort zone. Cleveland and Columbus then into Cincinnati followed by smaller comfortable places, and then repeated again, again and again. The months of campaigning and repetition were now over, and it looked like Mathew would be heading back to the world, of academia. However, his cushy administrative position would not be awaiting his return. Mathew kept thinking of all the potential good he could have done had he won tonight. Looking at the now darkened reflective glass he saw his business cut dark brown hair, and the navy blue suit that rested like a glove on his tall frame." Could I at least keep the suite after the election?" he thought. Mathew began to tweak with the lapel pin that had been etched to his blazers for months. He had a sort of idealistic faith in people that could light up a lecture hall. From day one, he believed he could win even though hardly anyone else did. He wasn't supposed to win either; the party simply needed a body in the race. No one else was stupid enough to take on a fortified four term opponent like "Harold Bloom Jr." Mathew based the likelihood of his winning on his belief that this was the real world, with legitimate concerns; people weren't just going to elect an entrenched name attached to mediocre achievements over the more qualified candidate, were they? The numbers up until the debate a week ago contrasted his idealistic nature. "Only if the Bloom campaign had agreed to the earlier debates;" Mathew said aloud. Mathew was in his zone when it came to the economy, and it was beginning to show in the polling numbers. "One more week," Mathew whispered softly. "One more fucking week!" he yelled, punching the wall with his clenched left hand. Mathew tilted his head to the left of his hotel room, peering at the desk to the side. Resting there mockingly as a symbol of his supposedly unavoidable destiny of failure, was the speech he had written seconds ago. It wasn't the speech he wanted to write tonight. Mathew had been privately reciting a victory speech in his head for months. It now looked like it was destined to be a private joke. Just then, a knock came at the door that connected his room to that of his campaign manager. Seconds after the knocking there was a roar of footsteps and chanting in the hallway. "Mat, Mat Mat!" chanted the voice of a unified campaign team. His cellphone then began to ring. "Hello," Mathew said. "This was a fluuuke Professorrr see you in six years." The man said groggily. "Who is this?" It sounded like Harold Bloom Jr. "But it couldn't be." Mathew said out loud as the phone buzzed angrily in his ear signaling the end of the call. The connecting door opened, his campaign manager walked in standing in the middle of the room. Outside supporters were still chanting, getting louder by the second. He stood there with the look of knowing defeat replaced with hope. The somber appearing campaign manager, with his chiseled features and stylish suit draped over his ebony skin, halted with a pause in his litigator's style. Then words came like lightening. "Mathew we won your, I mean our county." 'What was he expecting?' Mathew thought. Winning his county was better than he should have expected. "That's good news. I guess that's good news, its better.... Erick thanks for running this campaign for me, you're a good friend." Mathew said speaking his thoughts aloud. Erick had been his best friend all his life, he was the one that convinced Mathew to come back and teach at the college in their small Ohio town. Actually, he had encouraged Mathew to do pretty much every risky thing in his life: choosing to graduate high school at sixteen leaving his friends and home behind for Harvard, applying for the Rhode scholarship, the vacant President's position at the college in their hometown while he was just thirty years old, and at just thirty two competing for the United States Senate. Erick's somber poker face suddenly turned into a wide grin. "No, I'm a great friend and I want you to remember that when your sitting in the Senate, Senator Elect Moore." Mathew's eyebrows rose as he said. "If this is another one of your practical jokes Erick, you fucking lawyers! I swear to God if this is a joke, I'm going to kill you, where you stand." Erick moved closer to Mathew as he began to bear hug him, he whispered into the taller Mathew's ear. "It's not smart for a Senator to make death threats. That's what I'm for." Mathew felt light like he could faint "By how much?" Mathew asked as his toned white skin momentarily turned pale. "Fox is saying one percent CNN and everyone else is saying about four," stated Erick. "How?" Mathew asked with genuine surprise and shock. "What? You don't want the job? Because I'll call up old man Bloom and tell him you don't want it." Erick stated sarcastically while reaching for his phone. "Don't be a jackass, I'm just..." Mathew mumbled. "After the debates, polling started to go our way but not enough, and pollsters can't track who they can't call. Young people don't have land lines, and they are scared as fuck about not getting jobs in this economy. As you know how to fix economy was our campaign, along with using social media. I guess they figured a former economics professor would know..." Just then they were interrupted. A shapely blonde campaign staffer walked in, from the same door Erick had used minutes earlier. Smiling from one ear to the other, she approached her target. "Dr. Moore...I mean Senator, Senator elect we need you in the ballroom, networks are live in six minutes, and ah yeah Senator Bloom just conceded." "Stacey, the Senator elect will be there in thirty seconds." Erick stated as his eyes keenly watched the twenty-three year olds assets exit the door. The two men alone now, did the secret handshake they first did back in pre-K. Had reporters been present there they would write about Senator-Elect Mathew Moore, the Skull and Bones alumni: ignoring the fact that Mathew graduated from Harvard and Oxford but, nope, not Yale. Although Erick graduated from Yale Law, a black member of the skull and bones society was a nonstarter. That would be like the KKK endorsing a black man for president. Seconds later, they walked through the main door of his bedroom together, immediately a mob of blue surrounded Mathew. The mob entered the grand ballroom, to glass-shattering applause. Mathew began to approach the stage when Erick stopped him. "We have two minutes until you're live, give me the speech and we'll put it on the prompter," Erick stated with urgency. He was attempting to, but Mathew didn't respond. Even though Erick's eyes increasingly widened in internal panic he chose not to question his best friend's obvious intention to wing the most important speech, of his infant political career. Mathew simply smiled at Erick while also pausing to take a deep breath as John Mayer's, 'Waiting for the World to Change,' began to play. Echoes of "Mat! Mat! Mat." resonated with the force of an earthquake in the ballroom. Mathew grabbed Erick's hand and pulled him to the center of the stage to a symphonic applause. The room was packed with nearly two thousand supporters; the most notable to Mathew were his townsmen. However, more than half of the crowd were Mathew's mobilized former students and their likeminded peers. While Mathew made his way to the idled prompters the balloons dropped, covering the room in a unifying sea of red, white, and blue. As Mathew reached the lectern the crowd went silent, after a few seconds of eardrum piercing yelps. "Senator Bloom ran a well fought campaign and I wish him the best for tomorrow. Today Ohioans asked for change, and we answered that call. I accept the challenge of change with a promise. Your cares and fears are mine to remedy. It won't be easy, but after all easy isn't the buckeye way. Month's ago our detractors and allies alike said success tonight would be impossible. They said we couldn't win, then after we showed them we could they said we wouldn't. We could, we would and tonight together we showed America, what's possible in the buckeye state." At this the crowd breached its moderate silence as it roared. Calming the crowd down with his hands, a humbly glowing Mathew continued. "In Ohio we tackle the impossible dead on; we use the fertile carcass of impossibility to breathe life, into a new day and a new ideal. That day was revolutionary and that ideal is the American dream. The American dream is Ohio, for Ohio embodies the revolutionary idea of freedom and the ability to rise beyond expectations. Together today we awoke this idea. The results of tonight are a never dying testament to the greatness of this state, and these United States!" The crowd roared, chanting "USA! USA!" Mathew paused, smiled, and held the lectern firmly as he leaned back, breathing in the room with his ears and nose. He absorbed the pleasure of a victory that may never come again. ------------------- Two hours later in a Condo penthouse the victory party was in full swing. Everyone was either tipsy or just drunk as fuck. Erick sat on a bed as Stacey`s head slowly engulfed his thick dark cock. Her green eyes fixed on his and, using her mouth alone, she made his wet dreams a reality. With her ivory lips firmly encircling his cock, she took a band from her wrist and tied her blonde hair into a ponytail. Erick had been dreaming about this for months, his eyes jumping in joy as they tilted upward. Her mouth now permanently focused on making him cum. Her crimson lips kept a tight, gripped routine as her tongue, and the tongue ring attached, further manipulated Erick's shaft. "Fuck yes, oh my God." Erick grunted as her tongue and the ring seductively moved around his sensitive cockhead before heading back down to engulf his entire cock. He felt like he was the hardest he had ever been and that he could erupt at any moment as her tongue and the rings ball teased him to the tipping point. Stacey took Erick's entire cock to the depths of her throat then she receded half way, and back once more. She kept this up for four minutes, while her hands began to message his balls. With this, she increased her movement rapidly. Seconds later, Erick yelled out "Goddamn I'm cumming." Stacey jerked her head back in time for his cum to be splashed across her large breasts, chest, and neck. "That was the fucking greatest blowjob!" Erick said in between grasping for air. His quickly hardening cock proved to be living witness to the validity of his words. Her belly button piercing gleamed in sync with her tongue ring. As Stacey straddled his body, she used her hand to position his cock as she dropped her slender weight down his pole. Her hands grabbed and her nails scratched his shoulders as she rode him. Erick simply took in the sight of her breasts, which proved to be much more than a handful. Stacey rode him as her pussy muscles increasingly milked his tool. She took all of him in for longer periods, moving slow while adapting and tightening her hold on her prey. Erick, who had been in awe of the rider and the pleasure, finally cupped her head-turning breasts. Erick tweaked her nipples as she let out a slight sigh "Ooommgh ooommgh!" His hand became sticky as his fingers moved over the product of his balls. As she dropped her weight down for the last time, he came deep inside her now cream-filled crevice, fulfilling his three--month-old dream. As he was ready to go once more, Erick positioned Stacey on all fours placing his cock at her now well filled entryway. Erick moved in and out rapidly, rocketing Stacy forward as she used one hand to hold herself steady to the headboard as she used the other to rub her clitoris. Stacey was about to cum as Erick pushed his cock in, except he missed and entered her asshole. A quarter of Erick's cock made it in and out of Stacey's ass. Erick realized what happened but the heat and the tightness and the ecstasy it brought was too much, too much to give up. It hurt sharply but Stacey was in the midst of cumming if it hadn't been for this fact and that she was drunk this breach would have been quickly halted. The false anal induced feelings of needing to void her bowls escaped her mind, as she felt the more urgent need to apply her fingers to her quivering vagina once more. To her surprise Erick beat her to it as he fingered her clit with purpose as she went orgasmic. "Ahhh gahhh" she moaned. As for the first time that night they erupted together. Erick released in the depths of Stacey's heart shaped, and previously virgin ass giving it a slight slap before collapsing next to the beauty. Looking into her eyes, he was beyond hooked. Stacey stared at her brown- eyed, dark-skinned companion and she felt fulfilled. My American Dream Ch. 02 I would like to thank darkangel718310 & Annieandy. They were great editors. Any errors are my fault. I went back and had a nerdgasm over certain paragraphs after they were edited. There is a lot of detail and it takes time to get to the sex. There will be mistakes feel free to help me improve, by telling me what can be fixed. ------------------ It's now three years after Mathew was surprisingly elected to the U.S Senate. ---- It was an early morning in London, England, in the basement of the US Embassy. Sarah Harris sat outside the office of Section Chief Henry Reinhold. After ten minutes of silence, the secretary's phone rang and Sarah was waved in. She tried her best to steady herself as her stomach became upset. "Sarah, thanks for meeting with me so quickly. Take a seat," Reinhold said as Sarah mapped out the room with her photographic memory. She'd been assigned to the London desk for a year now and had never seen his office. Truth be told, she was rarely ever in headquarters. It was rumored she had an office and a desk somewhere in here. "How are you Sarah?" Reinhold asked as he peered into a classified binder. Sarah didn't have time to respond before Reinhold asked her another question. "The Russian died under your watch, is this correct?" "It was complicated. He got off the plane clearly poisoned; it was out of our hands." Sarah tried to explain as she began to feel more discomfort. "This isn't a physiatrist's office. I want yes or no answers to yes or no questions! Do you understand?" "Yes sir. Yes, he died on my watch." Sarah said as she thought simple answers really don't go hand in hand with intelligence gathering. "Were you able to extract intelligence?" Reinhold asked. "Yes and no." Sarah said griping her stomach. "Which is it? Do you have the memory stick or not?" Reinhold asked unrelentingly. "I swallowed it." Sarah said, as for the first time Reinhold began to smile. He looked at the petite twenty-nine-year-old with her cute, angelically soft features; he never expected that from somebody appearing so delicate. "I understand the FSB and her majesty's finest were closing in on your location, quick thinking.... You've surprised me. That doesn't happen often. You've done great work here over the past year, and everywhere else you've been assigned. Ms. Harris, after your mission is over you're to report to the directorate for Clandestine operations at Langley." "I don't understand?" "You're being promoted, Ms. Harris." "I understand that sir, but you said when my mission is over?" "When I get my memory stick back," Reinhold said pulling out some prune juice, "You're in luck I have this, British food has never agreed with me," he said cracking a smile. Three days later, Sarah was in Washington DC. It wasn't the promotion she'd expected. No title or desk in Langley, at least she got to be close to her family. Sarah was tasked with gathering Intel on a Pakistani Restaurant in DC. German Israeli and Signals Intelligence had picked up chatter that led to the restaurant. Sarah opened up a bookstore directly across the street from the restaurant. She was alone all day, no customers either, as she translated Punjabi and other Pakistani dialects alone, but there was really little to do. This had been going on for weeks now. Sarah was in her apartment in a DC suburb when she just had an urge to go out. She hadn't done that in a while. Pretty much for the last year, she hadn't gone out at all. She called up her sister, her girlfriends, everybody; they were all busy. Sarah jumped in a taxi and headed for McKay's tavern. She was dressed in her gladiator pumps, and her tightly wrapped black dress with strategic cuts to showcase her perky breasts. Within seconds of being in the bar and sitting at the counter, there were tons of eyes in her direction both opposite and same sex. Sarah was the topic of discussion at the table in the far corner, of the bar. Her golden brown hair illuminating under the specific spot she chose. "You're a pussy if you don't go over there." Erick said tauntingly. "Erick fuck you, I need to head home early for tomorrow, I have the select committee on intelligence, and I have to be sharper than sharp for that." Mathew stated pointedly. "Thank god I'm just the Chief of Staff." Erick said as he finished the rest of his beer. "You know a typical Chief of Staff is in the office before his or her Senator right?" Mathew stated, looking down from his glasses authoritatively. "The typical Chief of Staff is smarter than his boss, but you fucking shit PhD's so here we are, you know if you don't go after black dress girl I will." Erick said, baiting Mathew. "What would Stacey think about that?" Mathew asked. "My wife likes to see her man happy." Erick said, laughing, knowing she'd cut his cock clean off if he ever cheated on her, and even though he joked he would never do that, she was the only woman for him. As they argued, a blond haired twenty- something guy began to hit on Sarah or 'the girl in black' as she'd been dubbed. "Well look there, you lost your chance." Said Erick, but as he said that, the blonde eye-candy overstepped his bound as he began to grope Sarah. Sarah was now visibly sparring with Blondie, and Mathew was on his feet right away. "Is everything okay here?" Mathew asked as he arrived. "Yup he was just leaving." Sarah affirmed. Erick was headed over as Blondie decided against doing anything else and left. "I'm leaving, okay." Blondie said, leaving, averting disaster. "Sorry about that guy." said Mathew to the girl in black, as he began to return back to his table. In reality, Sarah could have handled Blondie herself, but tonight was meant to be different. "Are you going to make me ask you to stay?" Sarah asked, surprising and prodding her rescuer. "No. Of course not, Sorry, I should've been the one to ask." Mathew said apologetically, brought on by his mild surprise. Mathew sat down and ordered a drink for himself and another for the lady in black. "I saw you when I came in and I know you've been watching me. Were you and your friend flipping a coin on who would come over?" Sarah asked bluntly. Mathew choked a little on his drink. "No, my friend is married and I was humbled by your... by you." Sarah blushed; smiling at what she had been trained to know was sincerity. "Right there, that's what I'm talking about; your smile, it's beautiful." Sarah's pearly white smile, cute face, and petite body weren't cute or hot, she was just something else. It was cute and hot amplified, meaning out of his league. "My name is Sarah," she said, extending her hand. "I'm Mathew, Mathew Moore," he stated, his hand engulfing hers. They had been talking for more than an hour when Mathew realized that Erick had left. "Do you want to go...?" Mathew asked about a half hour later. "Let's get out of here," Sarah responded before Mathew was finished asking his question. "I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the zoo." Mathew said jokingly "I'm kidding" he said, looking down at her blue eyes as they ventured outside for a cab. The pair made it to Mathew's apartment with their tongues entwined as he propped her smaller frame up onto the kitchen counter. As they continued kissing, she began unbuttoning his shirt. Her legs wrapped around his waist as they kissed deeply, Mathew taking in her alluring scent as he began moving them to his living room. He gently dropped her into his chair as she giggled. Her smile could bright up a coliseum; it made Mathew want to lunge at her and rip off her dress. He had other plans though. He shifted his lengthy body below her waist. "What are you doing?" she asked as he simply said "Shh, it's okay." She didn't challenge him, she simply rested her head back she trusted him. She considered herself a good judge of character; it's what kept her alive in the field. He lifted up her short black dress. She helped him removing her dress, completely revealing a padded blue lace bra. Next, he pulled down her blue lace panties, dropping his head to her keenly trimmed vagina. He wasted no time as his hands firmly held her legs apart as his tongue discovered the exterior of her tight entryway. Mathew's tongue ventured into the wetness that was her beautiful, trimmed pussy, nearing her clitoris as he was encouraged to go further by her hands which were applied to his head. Sarah's teeth were biting at her bottom lip as she released her hands reluctantly. Mathew moved his fingers to her vagina as he worked her now extremely wet box in and out with two fingers. Upon being guided to her clit, his tongue kept up the suction liking it. She released her lungs into the room with orgasmic urgency. She screamed uncontrollably from both ends of her body as her nails bore into Mathew's neck. "Mmmmhh mmmmh," she said, shuttering. In one swift movement, Mathew had his pants off as he climbed on top of Sarah. They began to feast on each other's tongues. Sarah unhooked her bra revealing beautifully B cups, proportionate to her small size. Dropping her hands, her eyes popped a little as she found Mathews long rigid cock. She freed it from the constraints of his boxers. Just then Mathew scooped her up both of them now completely naked. Seconds later, Mathew rested Sarah on his bed as he found a condom. Just then, Sarah had a second sober thought. She had ventured out tonight wanting someone she could forget. Sarah realized she liked Mathew and rather not have him think of her like how guys think of one night stands. This was difficult for her as well; she hadn't been pleasured like tonight for a while due to her hectic job. "Alm I think we should slow down..." Sarah stated. "Yes I found one." Mathew said in victory, holding up the condom as he looked at the beauty he hoped to be inside of in seconds. He hadn't heard what she had just said though, as she spoke again. "I am so sorry," Sarah said with saddened eyes. A sad look washed over Mathew's face, she didn't need to say anymore, as he realized she didn't want to go through with it. "I can give you a hand if you want or do you want me to go, I mean it's not you it's just that I've realized I need to...?" Mathew cheered up saying, "Stay I'm never going to force you to do anything you don't want to; hopefully we'll get to it later?" Sarah smiled at his alluding to the future. Sarah simply replied "yes," to his hidden question. Moments later Mathew's long thick cock was exploding at the soft delicate touch of Sarah. She looked on at his impressive length and thickness, her small hands gripping the rigid pole. She hoped for a next time. She held him close and he, her. Sarah fell asleep cuddling in Mathew's protective embrace. For the first time in a year, she slept worriless. Tomorrow would be a brighter day. However, the two slept completely unaware of the trouble their potential relationship might cause them.