7 comments/ 22350 views/ 22 favorites Strawberry - A Shanghai Girl in America Ch. 01 By: ChloeTzang "Hey Strawberry!" My boyfriend's voice summoned me back from gazing at the store display. I'd been trying to decide which fall jacket I was going to buy. I still hadn't made up my mind. "Alan, that was quick." Alan blushed. I liked it when he blushed although it did seem funny on a six foot tall blonde haired guy who did weights like it was a religion. Cute and Alan didn't really go together but when he blushed he came close. My heart did a little pitter and then a much bigger patter. He was such a shuài dāi le! "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your window shopping." He laughed as his arms swept me into a quick embrace. I stood on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss, slipping my arms wound his neck. That turned into a longer kiss. Much longer. Kissing Alan was addictive, I'd discovered. Four weeks of dating and I couldn't get enough of his kisses. We only stopped after someone walking by muttered "Get a room for chrissakes" a bit too audibly. Mind you, that didn't seem like a bad suggestion. Wait until tonight Strawberry, I had to tell myself. "Mmmmm, no problem. So what's next? I'm done. Shopping that is." I was. I hadn't planned on much shopping at the mall today. I already had my costume for the Halloween Party at Alan's, an old house he shared with a dozen other college students. I'd never been to a Halloween Costume Party before and I was totally looking forward to it. My parents had never let me and we'd been in America over a year now. They'd never let me date either for that matter although I had, back in Shanghai before we moved over here. It was wonderful living away from home. I'd often wished they'd stayed in China and just sent me over her like a lot of parents did. But thanks to my much-doted on little brother, they'd come over as well. Fortunately for me, this year they'd stayed where he was attending High School back west in California and here I was, as far east as I could go and not fall into the Atlantic - and free from my family at last. Free! And a boyfriend to die for as well! My first year at College was shaping up to be great. I just hoped that next year my little brother didn't pick the same College to go to as me. Stay out west xiǎodì. "How about we go for lunch and then drop you off at your place. I gotta help the guys decorate for the party. You need me to pick you up this evening?" I laughed. "Alan, I live on the next block. It's not going to kill me to walk around the corner." It was all of a hundred yards. I could handle it. Even in my party costume. "So let's go grab lunch, I'm starving." I really was. Breakfast had been a bowl of congee hours ago. He let go of me and took my hand instead. "Italian or Chinese?" "I'm Chinese. Rice. I need rice! Chinese please." I batted my eyelids at him. He laughed again. "Strawberry, your wish is my command. Chinese it is." I smiled up at him, giving his hand a squeeze as we walked towards the rather (to my mind anyhow) unfortunately named Fu King Chinese Restaurant. Alan thought it was funny. I didn't. But the food was good. Better if you could order off the Chinese-language menu. I still remembered Alan's face from last Sunday when I ordered Fèng zhuǎ. Deep fried chicken's feet, steamed to make them puffy before being stewed and simmered in a sauce flavoured with black fermented beans, bean paste, and sugar. Totally yummy and Alan had eaten four before he'd actually asked what they were. I giggled at the memory. "What?" He was looking at me. "Would you like another dish of chicken's feet." I was giggling. He looked at me and snorted, then laughed. "Sure, they were quite nice, really." "Fu King full." The receptionist was her usual charming self. "Hey, Alan, Strawberry, come and join us." It was one of Alan's housemates. Pete. I liked Pete. He was almost a clone of Alan. But not as shy and much much louder. Loud enough to be heard across a crowded Chinese restaurant. Honestly, if Pete had asked me out before Alan had, I'd have said yes. On the other hand, Alan HAD asked me out first so I guess that was that. Alan waved back, we jumped the queue and joined Pete and a couple of other guys I knew by sight but not by name. "I didn't know you guys liked dim sum?" "Neither did we but after Alan told us about this place, we decided to try it. But I've got no idea what this stuff is." He was looking at the order sheet with its columns of little boxes. "How about you order for us Strawberry." "Sure." I took the sheet and the pencil and started working my way down. Four of them and one of me, five dishes each should do to start with. Filled out in like, sixty seconds and waving the sheet at the waiter. Done! "Coming to the party tonight?" Pete was asking me? "Yeah, I'm really looking forward to it." I was too. The food started to arrive almost instantly. "Fu King good," Pete said. I snorted, then giggled. "Pete!" Alan glanced at me. Then we were all eating and I was busy explaining the dishes. Of course I'd ordered Fèng zhuǎ. Two dishes. Alan ate most of one dish. I liked that. He'd never eaten Chinese before he met me. It was nice to think he liked Chinese food. Along with liking a Chinese girl. Watching him enjoy dim sum gave me a warm glow. Not as warm as when he held me in his arms.... Strawberry! I told myself, save that thought for tonight! Tonight! I'd almost made up my mind. I wasn't in love with Alan but he was hunky and he was nice and he made a great boyfriend. My first american boyfriend. Maybe tonight. I thought rather sadly of Longwei but he was long gone. He'd probably forgotten me a week after I left Shanghai. But Alan, I definitely thought Alan was the guy that I wanted to take it further with. I wasn't one hundred percent sure about that but it was definitely an appealing thought. I mean, from never having been kissed four weeks ago to letting his hand touch me everywhere except inside my panties had been rather rapid progress. Exciting progress. Mesmerized by the thought, I watched him eating, thinking how handsome he was. Maybe I would. Maybe. "Huh?" Pete was waving his hand in front of my face. "World to Strawberry, come in Strawberry." They were all laughing at me. I grinned a little sheepishly and went back to mostly eating, just looking at Alan every now and then. Mmmmmm. After lunch, he dropped me back to the house I shared with a dozen other girls. I gave him a quick kiss as he helped me out. "See you tonight Alan." He took me in his arms again, kissed me again. "Mmmmm, I'm looking forward to seeing you in your costume tonight Strawberry." I giggled, pressing myself against him. "I can tell." I was going to be his sailor moon girl tonight. I'd asked him what sort of costume I should wear. He'd said something cute and sexy. So I was. I'd ordered the costume online two weeks ago after he'd asked me to the party. I'd tried it on earlier in the week and been a bit embarrassed at just how revealing it was. But every other girl at the party would be wearing weird or sexy costumes. I anticipated just blending in. "Don't forget to wear the mask I gave you, everybody has to come masked." "How will I recognize you?" "I'll be the only guy in a schoolboy uniform there." His smile was enchanting. Being held in his arms was magical. I had to give him another kiss. And then another. Mmmmmmm. I could tell he was really excited. So was I. "Save it for tonight guys." Linda's voice interrupted me. Linda was one of my housemates. She could be a bit sarcastic but on the whole, I liked her. Except when she interrupted me when Alan was kissing me. Damn! "See you tonight Strawberry." And then he was gone. "Boyfriend?" I considered that. He'd never actually said, but we'd been dating non-stop for four weeks. I guess he was. "Yeah." "Lucky you. He's a hunk." "Uhh yeah, he is." A real shuài dāi le. Like, to die for. "He got any friends that look like him?" "Uhhh yeah, he does. You want to come with me to their party tonight? "Hey, I got another one to go to. But thanks Strawberry." We went our separate ways. Me, upstairs to my bedroom to flop on my bed where I read a book for what was left of the afternoon. I kept looking at the clock though, willing the time to move faster. I was really looking forward to seeing Alan tonight. In the end, I couldn't just lie there reading. I got up and got my costume out, laying it on the bed. I hoped Alan would like it. Or like me in it rather. Sailor Mercury. Blue skirt. White sailor top with a big red ribbon. Long white gloves. Red knee socks. The white mask Alan had given me to wear. And of course my new brand new strawberry print g-string. I'd never worn g-string panties before. Although all my panties had strawberry prints. I'd picked them to match the English first name I'd picked for myself when my parents had decided to move here while we went to College. In hindsight, Strawberry maybe wasn't the best choice of English names, but I still liked it. I never ever got confused with anyone else. I looked at those g-string panties again and decided to try them on. Undressing quickly, I slipped the panties on, then looked at myself in the mirror, turning slowly. They didn't cover much. But then, I guess, that was the idea. When I saw a line of fine curly hair showing at the sides and at the top, I blushed harder. Maybe I should just wear my normal panties. But what about tonight? What if I let Alan see them. Touch them? Maybe even take them off me? I wasn't going to wear my usual white cotton briefs. They were too little girly. But if I was going to wear these, I needed to do something about that hair. Not that I had much hair anyhow, but still, appearances are everything. I slipped out of the panties and took them with me into the bathroom, found my shaving gel and my razor. I swallowed, feeling a little nervous. "It's just like shaving my armpits," I told myself. But it wasn't, it was far more intimate than that. I put one foot on the counter and looked at myself, momentarily fascinated, before squirting a large glob of shaving gel onto one palm, then spreading it over the sparse hair between my thighs and rubbing it into a foamy cream, touching the most private part of my body. I took a deep breath, steeling myself before picking up the razor and holding it under the hot tap. Looking down, I began to carefully work my way from the top down, holding myself with my fingers as I did so, rinsing the razor between strokes. I concentrated hard on what I was doing, very much aware that I was shaving the most private part of my body, enjoying the touch of my own fingers on myself, the light scraping of the razor blade on my skin, as I worked. By the time I finished, the sparse black fluff that had been part of me since the onset of puberty was gone and I was pinkly bald, only a faint black stubble remaining after I'd rinsed the remnants of the foam away. I examined myself again, thinking that I looked strange as I examined myself. So smooth and hairless, so vulnerable and exposed. I looked at myself and shivered. After a moment's more examination, I applied the gel again, working the razor blade back and forth over my skin, looking for any stray hairs as I removed the fine stubble, seeing myself truly naked for the first time. Another rinse and I was done. Time to see what I looked like with my shaving completed. G-string panties back on, I nervously examined myself in the mirror, hands on my hips, turning this way and that, peering at myself to see how it looked. God, the g-string really was tiny, hiding almost nothing at the front and nothing at all at the back. If my skirt flipped up tonight, the whole world would see my butt. But no little hairs exposed. Was I going to wear them tonight? I still wasn't sure as I stripped them off and stepped into the shower, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature, finding the soap and lathering it over my body. It felt good. It felt good to run my hands over my body soaping myself too. Somehow, after shaving myself, I was far more aware of my body now than before, of my shape and my curves and the way it felt to touch myself. Washing between my legs, I felt a sudden surge of excitement, a knotting in the pit of my stomach as I thought about Alan seeing me there. Touching me there now that I'd shaved myself. Eyes half-closed, I thought about Alan looking at me like this. Like he'd looked at me last night as we'd kissed on his bed while he pushed my top up, unhooked my bra and touched my breasts. I'd seen the way he'd looked at me, the expression on his face, the excitement there. How hard he'd gotten. I'd felt that hardness pressing against me. Had just looking at me like that excited him so much? I knew it had excited me as well as embarrassed me to see his eyes on me, knowing my breasts were exposed to him. What would it be like for him to see all of me? To be completely exposed to him? I shivered and soaped myself some more, feeling my clitoris swelling and aching as I touched myself gently. My fingertips moved over myself, feeling my own wet excitement, exploring, and then I rubbed her clitoris slowly with her fingertips. Eyes closed, I remembered the feel of Alan's hand on my breasts, the way he'd kissed them and sucked and licked at my nipples. The way he'd touched me through my jeans. What would it feel like if I let him slide his hand inside my panties and touch me there? I closed my eyes, letting the water wash over my body, fingers toying with myself as I imagined Alan sliding his fingers across and then inside my panties, touching me the way I was touching myself. I heard myself moaning at that thought, moaned again as I eased a finger inside myself, feeling my own wet excitement, feeling my own finger inside me, stroking my clitoris harder with the fingers of my other hand as I leaned back against the shower wall. Then I thought about Alan making love to me. What would that feel like, to have his weight on me, his cock inside me, making love to me? All of a sudden I found myself making little noises as I imagined Alan taking me, wondering what it would really feel like, how it would feel as he slid himself into me and came inside me. I was rubbing myself faster and faster and that thought took me over the edge and brought me to a delicious release that made my whole body shudder. I had to bite my bottom lip to stifle the cry that was trying to escape my mouth as my legs turned to jelly. Panting for breath, I sank to my knees in the shower, bracing myself against the wall to stop myself from collapsing onto the tiled floor, letting the hot water wash over me as the waves of pleasure slowly receded. Wo de ma, that had been so good! I'd done that before but never so good. After my shower and dying my hair I crawled into bed for a rest, suddenly sleepy. When my eyes opened, it was dark. The clock said nine thirty. Late! I was late! Alan would think I wasn't coming. I slipped into those g-string panties without even thinking. Then the rest of my outfit. Last came the mask. I checked myself out in the mirror. Hot! I looked hot! I hoped Alan agreed. God, I was so late. Dashing through the house to the front door, I was alone, the house silent and dark. Everyone else was already out. I hoped Alan wouldn't be upset with me. Five minutes later I was outside Alan's. It was easy to tell there was a party going on. The noise was a dead giveaway. I could tell my costume was working as well. I'd already gotten a few whistles, even in the dark, coming down the street. Slipping inside the front door was easy. Finding Alan in the crowded house was a little harder. Avoiding drunk guys who were attracted to my Sailor Moon look like moths to a flame was harder still. Avoiding drinks was impossible. I ended up with a huge glass of red wine and after I drank that, a refill. It was awful. Probably from California. Why couldn't they have some of that nice sweet Swiss wine you got back home in Shanghai. Finally, to my relief, I spotted Alan. At least I hoped it was him as I chased him across the room. It was him. It could only be him. Tall, well built, wearing exactly what he'd told me he was going to wear. An English boy's boarding school uniform. Long black trousers, white shirt, a dark red blazer with some sort of school emblem embroidered on it, a tie to match and one of those funny English school caps. And of course the mask that covered his face except for those beautifully expressive lips. He looked at me and immediately he smiled. I smiled back a little shyly as he looked me up and down. "Hi gorgeous." I could barely hear him yelling over the pounding music. "What's your name?" "Sailor Mercury," I smiled, playing along. "What's yours handsome?" "I'm the masked stranger." His voice had a slight edge to it that sent shivers up and down my spine. Alan didn't normally sound like that but maybe that was because we all had to yell over the music. One of his hands reach out and took mine. The one that wasn't holding the wine glass. "And what's the masked stranger doing here?" "Waiting to seduce my Sailor Mercury of course." Those lips smiled. I wanted to kiss them. I stood on my tiptoes and I did kiss them. After a second, he kissed me back. It was a long time before we came up for air. Tonsil hockey, one of my housemates had called it. We were playing tonsil hockey. His tongue certainly did its best to find mine. I wasn't exactly protecting the goal either. I guess we were on the same team. "You're succeeding," I yelled when we finally separated. Then, "Aaiiyaaah ... sorry." Half a glass of my wine splashed onto his blazer as I was jostled from behind. Red wine too. The stain was huge, right across the front. I drank the rest and looked at the now empty glass. He shrugged and took the glass from me, dropped it into a pot plant. "Never mind, where were we?" "Seducing me," I said, my mind suddenly made up. Longwei had been a long time ago now, I could barely picture his face. The music was awful too. Awfully bad and awfully loud. But I guess putting some A-Mei on was out of the question. I took his hand and led him towards the stairs, then up the stairs to the top floor, to his bedroom. He followed me without a word, followed me into his bedroom, waiting as I shut the door behind us, then turned the lock. I didn't want to be disturbed. Not tonight. Without any hesitation, I dropped to my knees on the floor and undid his belt, unzipped his trousers, pulled them and his boxers down to his knees. His cock sprang out. So big! So hard! Aiiyaahhh! I looked at it staring me in the face. Yes, I was going to do this. I was going to chī bīng qílín! I'd done this before with Longwei, my last (and only) boyfriend back in Shanghai. But his cock had been a lot smaller. Alan was big. Suddenly a little unsure of myself, I took his cock in one hand, feeling Alan's hands in my hair. Heart suddenly pounding, I leaned in a little and kissed the tip of it, the ran my tongue around it the way Longwei had liked. Alan seemed to like it to, I felt his body tense, felt his hands tighten their hold on my head. Opening my mouth wide, I slid my lips down over the head of him, taking him into my mouth, tasting him, sliding my tongue over him as I stroked him with my hand, slowly. I was almost going cross-eyed trying to look at his balls at the same time. They were huge! Huge and so much hair. I reached out with my other hand and rather gingerly cupped them. Oh! My! God! They were enormous. I forgot all about Longwei and just concentrated on moving my mouth on Alan, sliding my lips up and down his shaft. This was more than exciting but my heart wasn't pounding anymore, just beating away as I did something familiar, even if I was out of practice. It wasn't as if Longwei and I had done this a lot either. Now I realized I was wet. My xiǎo bī wasn't just wet. My panties were soaked through, I was sure. Alan's hands moved my head now, pressing my mouth lower on his cock, easing more of him into my mouth each time I bobbed my head. I loved the taste of him, loved the feel of his hardness in my mouth, his velvet-soft skin wet with my saliva as my lips slid on him. I remembered then what Longwei had done, finishing in my mouth when he got so excited. I didn't want that, I liked doing this but I didn't want to chī bīng qílín, I wanted him in me. Which was when his hands held my head still as he eased his cock from my mouth. Strawberry - A Shanghai Girl in America Ch. 01 Then he lifted me to my feet. Not only that, he lifted me and held me and kissed me hard, his tongue in my mouth, his cock hard against my thigh, pressing against my panties, sliding under my Sailor Moon skirt, hot against my skin. "Did you like my cock in your mouth?" His voice was barely audible in my ear over the music. "Yes," I whispered, "yes I did." One of his hands was under my Sailor Moon skirt, cupping my butt, exploring my little g-string panties. Heart pounding, face burning, I added, "I want it in my xiǎo bī." "Your what?" I blushed. "My xiǎo bī, you know...." I took his hand and placed it under my skirt, on my panties where I was wettest. His hand cupped me there, slid up a little, slid down inside my panties and now he cupped my soft shaven mound. My heart gave a great jump as I felt his touch there. My eyes opened wide as I felt one finger part me, slip inside me, probing inwards. I could feel how wet I was around his finger, how he moved in me with slippery ease. "Tell me Strawberry?" His voice was urgent in my ear as I clung to him. "Tell me ... tell me you want me to fuck you." His finger moved in me, his hand on my naked mound, cupping me, his cock, so hard where it brushed me. I wanted it. I wanted it so much. I wanted to find out what it felt like inside me, so much bigger than Longwei's. "Please," I moaned as he pushed his finger deeper, "please." Then I moaned again as his hand left me, his finger withdrew, but only to lift me onto my back on the bed and strip my panties from me to lie discarded wherever his hand dropped them. He flipped my little Sailor Moon skirt up to my waist and began to move over me but that wasn't what I wanted. Not quite. My hands pushed him, guided him over and onto his back on the bed where I could see him, see his cock standing hard and erect, ready for me. I was going to do something I'd always wanted to try with Longwei but had never had the courage to suggest to him. I moved to kneel over Alan, to straddle him, my legs spread wide, taking his cock in my hand and guiding it upright below me. "Ugghh .. Strawberry ... are you sure?" His voice was almost inaudible as I knelt astride him, holding his cock in my hand, stroking it slowly, feeling the tip of him brush me where I was wet. Really really wet. Oh god, my xiǎo bī was so ready for this. I didn't say a thing. I just lowered myself a little, feeling the swollen head of him push against me, stretch me, ease slowly into me. I sucked in a breath, exhaled, moaned as the entire head of his cock found it's way inside me. Oh fuck, that was so good. It felt so good and I couldn't continue, my hand fell away from his cock, I found myself easing down to lie on him, my head on his chest. Then his hands were on my butt, I felt him move, felt his cock thrust up into me as his hands held my hips, pulled me down onto him. "Sit up now Strawberry." I did, groaning as I felt his cock slip easily upwards within me, filling me as I sat up and found myself impaled, seated firmly on him, his hands holding me steady. I could feel his eyes on me, looking at me in my Sailor Moon costume. I smiled down at him, breathing hard. Then I began to raise and lower myself on him, slowly, just an inch or so up and then down, feeling his cock moving inside me, filling me, penetrating deep inside me. "So you like that?" I moaned, as loud as I could to be heard over the music, "Do you like fucking your little Sailor Moon?" The music cut suddenly, an interlude between tracks and my voice filled the room, loud enough to be heard out in the hallway if anyone had been there. I didn't care if they heard or not. All I cared about was what was happening to me. "Oh yeah," Alan groaned, "oh yeah, I love fucking my Sailor Moon." I could feel his cock swelling inside me, his upwards thrust slapping against me as I sank down on him. "Does Sailor Moon like my cock fucking her hard?" "Oh yes," I sobbed, feeling a new heat spreading through me, feeling his hands gripping my hips and controlling my movements on him, making me fuck him harder. "Gàn .... gàn ... cào my xiǎo bī .... cào ... cào ... cào .... Do it to me ... do it to me..." I reached down with one hand, reached down between my legs to feel him sliding in to me, to touch myself where I was spread around his girth, where he entered me. "Yes ... Yes .... Ohhhh cào .... Cào..." He thrust up hard into me, again and again. Longwei had never fucked me so hard, never so powerfully and I loved it. I loved it! He was grunting and breathing hard and I wanted to see his face as he finished. My hands reached up, tore my mask away as I shook my hair free. I wanted to reach for Alan's mask to take it off but all of a sudden I felt myself on the edge and I thought I was going to die from the excitement and the need and the want and the pleasure of what he was doing to me. I screamed. I really really screamed and it almost frightened me except it felt so good. So very very good. Something inside me just let go and it was like a golden tidal wave washing through me as my xiǎo bī spasmed around his thrusting cock, squeezing him, trying to draw him deeper into me as I sank down on him. Only his hands held me up, his eyes watching me as I climaxed and climaxed and climaxed, trying to scream, trying to say something, anything, but nothing came out, just one long moan. And then Alan flipped me over onto my back, moving with me, staying inside me and now he was on me, deep in me, plunging his cock into me, fucking me hard, slamming his cock into me again and again. I'd thought what we were doing before was fucking hard. Now I knew I'd been wrong. On my back, Alan above me, between my legs, his body slammed down onto mine, driving me down into the bed, his cock plunging into me again and again and again. His thrusts shortened, became more powerful. I moaned and groaned with pleasure as he rode me harder still, all restraint cast aside as he moved towards his own culmination, his hand pinning mine to the bed, his body crushing mine beneath him. I felt his cock swelling inside me, huge and hard as I lay helpless beneath him. As he drove himself into me. "Happy ... uggghhh ....fucking .... uugghhh .... Halloween .... Uughhh ......Strawberry." One last thrust and he held himself high inside me and I felt him explode in me, his cock throbbing and pulsing as his semen spurted outwards, boiling down his length, flooding inside me, spurt after spurt emptying into my body in a climax that seemed to go on and on forever as he emptied himself into me. Breathing hard, he relaxed at last, his weight heavy on me. I closed me eyes contentedly. When I blinked awake, I was a little surprised to find myself alone on the bed. I lay there sleepily, warm and happy, still feeling that contented afterglow, cosy in Alan's bed, knowing I was with him before I closed my eyes again. I heard the door open, close. Alan was back. I lay there in his bed with my eyes closed, smiling inside, knowing he was looking down at me. The bed moved under his weight as he slipped down beside me. I turned towards him in the darkness, feeling his naked body, feeling his renewed excitement pressing hard against me. My hand reached down to confirm, found him, stroked him, urged him over me, guided him into me. I was wet just thinking about him, he slipped inside me easily as I drew my legs back and welcomed him inside me. He entered me slowly. Very very slowly. I moaned softly, acquiescently, as he eased himself into me, drawing my knees back, opening myself wide, cradling him between my thighs, my hands urging him on as he slowly filled me. When he started moving in me, I was in heaven again, this time just lying there and enjoying what he was doing to me. He wasn't in a hurry this time, there was no urgency, just his steady movements on me and in me that was almost too much pleasure for me to bear. Almost. I was wet, the music was quieter now, I could hear his heavy breathing, hear the wet noises from our love-making, hear the slap of his body as he moved against me. "Harder," I gasped, "Do it harder." He did, long deep slides that ended with the slap of his body against mine, pressing himself into me, his thighs spreading me wide for him, his mouth finding mine and kissing me hard as he fucked me. The wet sounds of my xiǎo bī grew louder, as did my moans of sheer enjoyment. His breathing grew faster, his movements became more urgent, everything was getting faster and harder and he was making me moan and moan and moan, his cock sliding it's length in me again and again and again and I couldn't get enough of it. "Alan," I gasped, "Oh Alan, fuck me, fuck your little Sailor Moon." He did and all of a sudden, my xiǎo bī got what it wanted and I cried out as my release surged through me, rising so fast, taking me as his cock surged into me. I bucked beneath him, pushing myself up at him, legs splayed wide, feet flat on the bed, my hips and back lifting, arching upwards, carring his weight, absorbing the power of his thrusts as my release washed through me while my hands clutched at his back and I squealed. "Fuck," he groaned, "fuck Strawberry." His cock surged into me again, his weight forcing me down onto the bed, his cum bursting out inside me, thick spurts that filled me with his hot white semen, filled me to overflowing while his hands clutched at me, held me tight as he groaned through his culmination. Afterwards, neither of us said a word. We just lay there together. Eventually he rolled of me, held me in his arms, we drifted off to sleep. It was the sunlight that woke me the next morning, bright and warm through the large old sash window, shining down on the bed. Shining down on Alan where he lay sleeping beside me. I was still wearing my Sailor Moon outfit, sans panties. I watched Alan contentedly for a long time. It was still early so I didn't wake him. Instead I slipped out of bed and peeled my costume off, then tiptoed into his bathroom and took a quick shower. When I eased myself back into his bedroom, he was awake. He smiled when he saw me. I enjoyed the way he looked at me. I enjoyed the way his cock jerked and stiffened as his eyes ran over me. In the shower, I'd been thinking about that. I jumped onto the bed, kneeling beside him, looking down at him, reaching out with one hand to stroke him. Oh yes, so very hard. I gave him a smile and then lowered my head to take him in my mouth. One of his hands stroked my hair. "Blonde?" he said, sounding amused. "You dyed you hair blonde?" "Mmmmm," I hummed around his cock. Then lifted my mouth for a second. "Sailor Moon." "God, I love you Strawberry," he breathed. His hand pushed my head back down. I took him in my mouth, bobbing my head. I was getting all wet and hot again. And I wanted to sit on him again. Without a word I slid up and over him, rubbing my breasts against his chest, kissing him as his hands stroked my butt. "Want to go for a ride Sailor Moon?" he breathed, one hand slipping between us, slipping down, fingering me so that I sighed happily. "I don't think I have a choice." His cock was nudging against me, pushing into me, his hands urging me down. I sat upright with the head of his cock inside me and this time I slid myself down onto him, holding him and slowly, easily, impaling myself on him, lowering myself until all of him was inside me. My xiǎo bī took him inside, spasmed and clutched at him and I shivered and then I clutched at Alan's chest as I climaxed in an instant, shivering on him. "God Strawberry." His voice was a sigh of pleasure as he held me upright, looking at me as I shook and quivered on him, unable to move, unable to do anything except sit there as my climax washed through me before slowly receding. Then he lifted me and turned me and took me, another slow and gentle ride to start with. Once more his movements grew faster, harder, more urgent. Once more I found myself moaning in contentment, my hands clutching at him as I felt him coming inside me, his body humping against me, his weight pressing me down into the bed, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he emptied himself into me. I moaned again, my body welcoming his culmination, reveling in the feel of his cum spurting inside me, filling me, flooding me. I shivered, I moaned, I crossed my ankles behind the small of his back and did my best to milk every drop and then, surprising myself, a sudden orgasm took me and all of a sudden I was sobbing out my own pleasure as that golden wave washed through me and left me limp. Afterwards, after he got his breath back, he kissed me gently before lifting himself a little to look down at me, smiling. I smiled back, basking in his enjoyment of me, basking in his happiness. "You're beautiful Strawberry." I almost purred, feeling like a little cat with a big bowl of cream, so happy and contented. "I'm glad you came in the end, that was a great party last night." He sounded so enthusiastic about it. I loved that about him. "You were right," I smiled up at him. "I really enjoyed it." I kissed him again, sliding my arms around him, enjoying the feel of his naked body against mine. So wonderful. Wo de ma, I was so happy. "I enjoyed everything." We spent a long time kissing after that. Finally, he lifted himself from me, withdrew from inside me, leaving me feeling suddenly empty. I looked around for some tissues, saw them and started to reach for them. "No." He lay propped up on one elbow looking down at me. One of his hands held me down on the bed. "I want to look at you." He did. He lay there watching me, his hand spread my legs, his eyes moved down to my xiǎo bī, all pink and hairless, his cum oozing from me. "It's good for your skin you know." "What?" "This." He reached down and scooped some of his cum for me, rubbed his finger on one of my breasts. "Rub it onto your skin." I didn't believe him but I smiled and did what he asked, reaching down and scooping up as much of his cum as I could, first one hand, then the other, watching him as I massaged it stickily onto my breasts. Maybe it would excite him enough to do it again? But it didn't. Instead he sat up and smiled. "How about we go back to your place and then have brunch?" Now that sounded like a good idea. "Sure." But I wanted to look at him too. He was just so hunky. I watched him as he dressed. I watched him as he picked his costume up from the floor beside the bed and laid the pieces on the bed. White shirt. Striped school tie. Black trousers. Hogwarts Robe. He was so organised, just like his room seemed to be. Wait a minute! Hogwarts Robe? My heart skipped a beat. I looked again. My heart skipped another beat. Very carefully, I asked the question that popped into my head. "Alan, did you have a blazer with that costume?" He shook his head. "Nope, just this." I shook my head. Maybe I'd had a bit too much to drink. It wasn't like I was used to drinking. But I could have sworn he was wearing a red blazer last night. I distinctly remembered spilling half a glass of red wine onto it when I'd been jostled. Alan smiled at me, patted my butt. "Come on Strawberry, better get dressed. I'll lend you a coat if you like and give you a ride to your house to have a shower and get changed and we can go have that brunch. I'm starving" "Okay." That sounded good. I was starving too. All that exercise. I slid out of bed, conscious of his eyes on me as I stood naked in the middle of his room. Enjoying his eyes on me if the truth be known. He watched me avidly as I dressed. White sailor moon top. Minuscule little blue pleated skirt. Red knee socks. The perfect sailor moon. The way he watched me was getting me excited all over again. "Can you see my panties? I can't find them." I couldn't spot them. Not on the floor. Not on the bed or in it. Where were they? I knelt on the bed and looked under the pillows. "Don't move." The way he said that made my heart beat a little faster. I heard his zipper, then a rustle behind me. My heart started to pound. His fingers touched me, teased me. "You're so wet." His voice was all breathy. "Yes." So was mine. I felt something that wasn't his fingers brush me there and I said "Yes" again. Then I said "NNNUUUUGGHHHHHH" as he eased his cock all the way into me in a long hard slide that ended with his hands gripping my hips and pulling me back onto him, hard. I could feel him inside, stretching me, leaving me helpless to do anything except kneel for him and let him take me as he wanted. My head sank down to rest on my hands as he did his best to push deeper. I heard herself moaning as he moved in me. God! He was so big! I loved it. I loved the feel of him moving in me, entering me, burying all of himself inside me. He paused. "Is that good?" His voice was a husky growl behind me. "Yes," I gasped. "Wo de ma ... yes ... I want it ... I want it ... don't stop ... ohhhhh please don't stop!" I meant every word of it. I could almost hear his satisfied smile. He moved, easing himself back, pushing into me, feeling myself stretching around him, opening for him, feeling him sliding deeper and deeper inside me until I felt him pushed up hard against my swollen lips and my butt and the backs of my thighs. Christ! He was all the way inside me and on my knees like this, kneeling on his bed in the sunlight, he felt enormous. The only contact between our bodies was where his hands held me and at the point of our joining. My mind whirled at the sensations, the feelings that being taken in this position engendered. All I could think of, all I could feel was his cock inside me. All I wanted to do was kneel there and feel him fuck me, feel my body excite him and satisfy him. "Fuck me Alan," I was almost screaming now, "please .. wǒ tā mā de .... wǒ tā mā de yìng ... give me your di diao.. give it to me hard .... wǒ tā mā de..... wǒ tā mā de." He did. Hard. Then harder still. Long hard thrusts, his body slapping up against me, the wet sounds of our love-making clearly audible. I could hear myself sobbing, almost reaching my climax and wanting it, wanting it so very much as his thrusts grew more vigorous, harder and faster so that his pelvis smacked up audibly against my butt with each movement of his hips. It didn't hurt me at all, it was all pleasure, a pleasure that permeated outwards from where we joined and filled my entire body as his cock pounded into me. "Yes," I cried out, "Yes ... wǒ tā mā de ... fuck me hard ... fuck my cunt hard!.... Fuck my cunt!" I wanted to excite him with my words as well as my body although in my excitement, remembering the English words was hard. I tried to meet his thrusts with my own body, tried to push myself back onto him as he filled me, my body jolting with the power of his hard-driving movements. I was helpless now, wanting only for him to keep fucking me, to take me to where I needed to go. I wanted to do more, to move to please him but my body was drained, my strength was gone, all I could do now was kneel before him and offer my cunt up for him to keep fucking me. His response was to fuck me harder still, his hands gripping my hips and holding me in place for his short hard thrusts. Short hard thrusts that shook my entire body. Thrusts that I felt down to the tips of my toes and fingers. Even my breasts quivered with each impact of his body against mine. I couldn't think of anything else except what he was doing to me, my body a mass of sensations and of pleasure. "Uuughhh ..... uugghh ... uggghh." His driving cock forced the sobbing groans from my helpless mouth while behind me he grunted with each hard thrust of his cock into me, the noises he made mixing with mine and with the slapping of our bodies in the still morning air. He seemed to sense I was near my climax, one of his hands left my hip and slipped under me, under my belly and down between mythighs, his fingertips finding my swollen clitoris and stroking me as his other hand slid across my butt, his thumb rubbing around my anal entrance with a smooth stroking movement that I felt even as his cock pounded into me. His hand under me held me up as he pushed the tip of his thumb into my anal entrance. Strawberry - A Shanghai Girl in America Ch. 01 "Oooohhhhhh." I heard myself cry out at the strange new sensation. His fingertips brushed across my clitoris and then I was crying out as my orgasm took me with an intensity that overwhelmed me, washing through my body in pulsing waves of pleasure that left me helpless. Behind me, Alan thrust hard into me, thrust again and then groaned deeply as my xiǎo bī spasmed around his cock. "Fuck ... fuck ... ooohhhh fuck Strawberry... take it take it take it." The power of his body forced me forward, pushing my knees out from under me, forcing me down into the mattress, one of his hands beneath me holding me for his cock, his weight heavy on my back, my butt, his legs forcing mine painfully wide apart as he drove deep into me again and again while his cock pulsed and throbbed and spurted his cum out deep inside me. "She jing ... she jing ... in me ... finish in me". I heard myself wail, an alley-cat wail of surrender and pleasure and desire as I felt his cock spurting within me. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than for my xiǎo bī to give him the satisfaction he sought, to feel his cock shooting his cum out deep inside me. In my excitement I clamped my internal muscles tight on him, milking his cock of every last drop of cum until he slumped down on top of me, his breath hot against my cheek, his weight impossibly heavy on me. We lay there, both of us slippery with intermingled sweat. My sailor moon costume was wet through. Alan's weight was heavy but I welcomed it on me, welcomed the almost-pain of my widely stretched legs as he lay heavy on my back, his legs spreading mine wide. I welcomed the feel of his cum inside me. It was Alan who spoke first though. I was still speechless. Still breathing hard. "Fuck Strawberry, that was so fucking good." He sounded amazed. I didn't know quite what I felt. Amazed? Pleased? Stunned? My body still glowed and hummed in the slowly fading aftermath of my orgasm. "Oh god," I breathed, "Alan." I was so happy I wanted to cry. "That was the most wonderful night of my life." I'd remember it until the day I died, I knew. He'd made a very special event in my life something that was truly memorable. I closed my eyes, savoring his weight on me, reveling in the feel of his cock, still inside me, slowly softening, feeling so good. Just like that first time when I'd sat on him and impaled myself. I shivered with remembered pleasure. That had been so good, riding him, feeling his enjoyment, feeling my own rising excitement as I worked myself down on him, experiencing that first orgasm, feeling him fuck me. Then feeling him cum inside me for the first time. God, he was insatiable. He stirred on me. I gasped as his weight lifted from me, as his cock eased out wetly, leaving me feeling empty. I wanted to feel that fullness inside me again. I felt his hand instead as he slapped my butt. "We better move Strawberry." He handed me some tissues. This was a guy to die for. And I didn't have to dress again either, although I was all sweaty. He stood, fastening his clothes, then found me a coat as I slowly rolled over and sat up. "Here, this should cover you up." It did, it came all the way down to my ankles. I looked weird. On the other hand, nobody was going to see his cum trickling down my thighs. I blushed as he watched me wiping it up. "God, you're getting me hard again." He sounded amazed. I gave him a little hug. "Well, we can take time out at my place. Maybe you can wash me and then we can do it again?" I wanted it as well. He kissed me. "Mmmm, that sounds like fun." He grinned. "Wow Strawberry, you made my night, I was wondering if you'd changed your mind about coming when I didn't see you downstairs at the party." What? What was that he'd said? I shook my head. Alan headed for the door, leading me by the hand. "I looked everywhere for you. I thought you hadn't come to the party last night," he added as he led me out of his bedroom. "And then I came upstairs and there you were, in my bed, waiting for me." He smiled sideways at me as I paled. "I must have missed you downstairs." He caught me as my legs turned to jelly and I almost fell. "Careful, Strawberry." One of the other doors opened, someone came out, almost bumped into us before he saw us. "Sorry Alan," he said hurriedly, moving aside to let us pass, smiling warmly at me. I saw half a dozen love bites on his neck. So did Alan. "Scored again did you Pete?" Alan squeezed my hand, grinning at me. Peter grinned at me, then at Alan. "Yeah, I sure did, she was wild." He looked me up and down, chuckling as I blushed a deep dark red. "Nice coat, I guess you guys enjoyed yourselves too. Hey, I gotta run, see you guys around." He winked at me, then gave me a swift hug. His voice whispered in my ear. "And by the way, Happy fucking Halloween Sailor Moon." As he spoke, his hand pressed something balled up into my hand. I knew instantly what it was. My heart almost stopped. My hand shook as my fingers squeezed my missing panties tight, as I thrust them into a coat pocket. Those words he'd just spoken echoed in my head. Words I'd last heard, gasped by that same voice, in the middle of the night, as I'd felt him cum in me. Shensheng de gaowan! It couldn't be! I hadn't! I couldn't have! Not with him. Not with both of them? "See ya Pete." Alan's words chased Pete down the hallway as we followed him. My eyes chased Pete down the hallway as we followed him, drawn to the Halloween costume hanging over Pete's shoulder. Black trousers, a white shirt, a striped tie, an English schoolboy's cap. A red blazer with a large wine stain across the front. I knew and my stomach felt like I'd just gone off a hundred foot high diving board. * Chinese words used (in order of use) Shuài dāi le - very good looking, a hunk of a guy Xiǎodì -- "little brother" Wo de ma -- "Mother of God" A-Mei -- Stage name of Taiwanese pop singer and songwriter Chang Hui-mei (A-Mei Zhang). China's Madonna, she's one of the world's biggest selling pop stars. There's a couple of her songs on my Pinterest "My Music" board. Chī bīng qílín -- "Suck cock" -- lit. "eat icecream" Xiǎo bī - "Little pussy" gàn - do it cào - fuck Wǒ tā mā de -- "Fuck me hard" Wǒ tā mā de yìng -- "Fuck my cunt" Di diao -- "big dick/cock" Shèjīng -- lit. "Shoot sperm" -- ejaculate / come Shensheng de gaowan -- "Holy testicles" (Chinese is a very expressive language)