10 comments/ 9532 views/ 7 favorites Strawberry - A Shanghai Girl in America Ch. 02 By: ChloeTzang A sequel to "Strawberry's Halloween." "Pick you at up eight then?" "Okay, wonderful." "Love you Strawberry." "Love you too Alan, see you in half an hour." "Mmmm, I can't wait." "Me neither. Bye now." "Bye Strawberry." Alan disconnected. I smiled down at my iPhone. Alan and I were going out tonight. He was taking me out to dinner. To a French Restaurant. Always such happiness to go on a date with Alan. So looking forward to tonight. But what to wear? I better get ready fast. Half an hour before he arrived to pick me up. I hadn't seen Alan all week, not since last Sunday when he'd taken me back to my place after the Halloween Party at his house. We'd spent almost all Sunday in my bed together. Such an education that had been. So gentle except when he wasn't, so enthusiastic, so adorable. So big! So much damage to my bed. I loved what he'd done to me over that Sunday, every moment of it. So much fun. So much excitement. So deliciously sore on Monday morning. Such a quick trip to the Drug Store to get that Morning After pill on the way to class. Such happy anticipation all week about seeing Alan again. There was that one niggling fly in the ointment. Pete. Alan's housemate. Gao se! There was a black hole of worry inside me whenever I thought of Pete and that night of the Halloween Party. I should have been upset at what had happened. Sad. Hurt. Angry even. Wasn't that how I was supposed to feel? I mean, Pete had taken advantage of me, sort of. Shouldn't I have been angry with him? Or with myself for not making sure it was Alan before I dragged him off to bed. I remembered my first time with Longwei. Now I told myself that after that first time with Longwei I'd felt happy. But really, at the time, I knew I'd been more than a little shocked and sad. I hadn't felt confused or excited. Just shocked and a little sad. I didn't feel those same feelings after my night with Pete and then Alan. I didn't. I thought about Pete and I thought about Alan and I thought about what had happened with both of them. And I felt excited. That was very confusing. But it was still very exciting. Really, I knew it had been all my own fault. I'd been too excited at that party. I'd been too eager to jump into Alan's bed. I'd thought Pete was Alan and just about dragged him into Alan's bedroom. I'd given myself to him so quickly. So easily. I'd woken up with Alan in bed with me and it was only the next morning that I'd realized what had happened with me and Pete. I'd tried to forget about it on Sunday. I'd tried to forget about it all week. But still, I knew what had happened. Fortunately Alan didn't. I hoped he didn't. I hated to think what would happen if he did. He loved me. Maybe he loved me more than I loved him. I loved Alan, I knew. Such a dreamie guy. Such a shuài dāi le. I knew he would be heartbroken if he found out about Pete. I knew if he did he would dump me. What guy wouldn't? If I'd ever cheated on Longwei, he would have dropped me on the spot. I didn't want Alan to drop me. Alan was such a dreamy guy. Whenever I thought about him I just about panted. How lucky I was to have a boyfriend like him. So smart AND so handsome. So good in bed too. Such a di diao on him. So good a feeling when that di diao was busy in me. Such a di diao on Pete too. So wonderfully jù dà. But I had to try and forget about Pete. Pretend it never happened. But still, his di diao was so jù dà. Every time I thought about Alan and me, I just had to smile and smile. My girlfriends back in Shanghai would be so so jealous. Every time I thought about Pete and me, that smile vanished. My girlfriends in Shanghai would laugh so hard at me if they found out about that mistake with Pete. I pushed Pete to the back of my mind. What to wear tonight was by far the more important question to resolve right now. Alan was taking me to Le Pois Penché. It was supposed to be the best place in town for French food. Upmarket too. Very. This called for a little black dress, I was sure. Alan had said to dress up. Fortunately, I had half a dozen. I'd travelled light when I moved to the East Coast. Very light. Only six. I hadn't worn any of them since I moved here. So disappointing. Three very formal and classic, one of them a wonderful Helena Wang design that Longwei had bought for me. So formal and elegant. So expensive. So boring. Two plain and ordinary little black dresses, looked nice but nothing special. The last was different. Designed to excite the guys. I'd bought it of Ali Express. China's Ebay. I'd never worn it except to try it on but it was so sexy. So daring. Backless, half my butt-less, side-less, sleeveless, actually pretty much everything-less. There really wasn't a lot of actual material to that dress. Micro-short with a v-front that plunged all the way to my navel, that dress displayed all my tautly curved and very firm assets to perfection. Almost short enough to display my panties too. Slipping into it, I looked at myself in the mirror. Wonderful! So sexy. So cute looking. I smiled. So happy to look attractive. Perfection, your name is Strawberry! Alan was going to get all hard just looking at me. I remembered fondly how hard he'd gotten looking at me last Sunday. So many times hard. So exciting while he worked to get unhard. Such ecstasy. Such enjoyment of his enthusiasm. Such soreness on Monday morning. That wetness I felt at those memories reminded me again that I'd better wear panties. For a moment, I thought about not wearing any. But that was too naughty. Too cheap. Too easy. Too embarrassing to leave that big wet patch on a seat. Although once or twice (okay, I'll be honest, exactly twice) I'd gone out on a date with Longwei with no panties. That had been so exciting, sitting next to Longwei in that formal dress, seeing the looks many of the men gave me. All the time knowing I was wearing no panties. Longwei had almost had a heart attack after he found out. He'd taken me so vigorously when we got back to his apartment. Seven times that night. So much fun teasing Longwei. So rewarding. For me and for him. So hard to walk afterwards. Perhaps I shouldn't wear panties tonight. The thought of Alan doing it to me seven times in one night made me go weak at the knees. My xiǎo bī instantly so wet at that thought. My knees like jelly. But really, my little black dress was way too short. If I did that and bent over, anybody who was looking would be able to see my precious xiǎo bī - and only Alan had ever seen that. Well, Alan, Longwei and Pete, but I didn't want to think about Pete and what we'd done. Anyhow, that was only once and that once with Pete was an accident. Accidents didn't really count. Did they? And it had been dark as well. So, only two. Although when I did think about Pete, I got a little wet. Stop it Strawberry, I had to remind myself, your xiǎo bī is reserved for Alan now. Which made me want to touch myself. Ohhh so tempting to touch myself and think of Alan. Or Pete. Alan and Pete. Stop it Strawberry! Think of panties, Strawberry, panties. I had to remind myself. Browsing through the contents of my lingerie drawer, I decided on little red lace bikini panties rather than a thong. I would take them off fast enough for Alan. And I was thinking safety, not sexy. There was a good chance I'd flash my butt in this dress. Bikini panties, however brief, added rather more of a modicum of safety than my little thong panties, at least to my state of mind if to nothing else. Strappy black high heels completed my attire. Makeup didn't take long. I never used much makeup. I didn't need to. I was from Shanghai, and everyone agrees that Shanghai girls are the prettiest in China. Even those aomàn guǎngdōnghuà girls from Hong Kong acknowledge that, even if they don't like it. Jealous little cats. Not blowing my own trumpet or anything, but I was pretty even by Shanghai standards, which are acknowledged as the highest in China. That's why Longwei had dated me. With his family, guanxi and money, Longwei had had his pick of girls. He'd picked me to date and we both knew why. Not because I was smart, although I am. Not because my Dad was wealthy. He was, but nowhere near as wealthy as Longwei's family. Not by a mile. Not by ten miles. Longwei had picked me because I looked good. Okay, let's be totally honest, I didn't look good. I was eye candy. I looked very very very good. Shanghai xiùsèkěcān good. Not to boast, but that was me. I drew eyes in Shanghai. From Shanghai guys, who were used to the best. I drew eyes even now, in America, where I dressed like a poor girl from the rice fields, in jeans and so ugly shirts. I was so shocked at how badly American girls at college dressed. So unfashionable. Not just that. So many American girls at College doing silly subjects. Art History. English. Parapsychology. Women's Studies. Sociology. So useless subjects. Why not useful subjects like Engineering or Finance or Nuclear Physics or Medicine? When I had checked out Occidental College in Los Angeles, they actually offered a degree in Phallus's. So stunned. America had degrees for hookers? Why else to study dicks? So weird, these American girls. No wonder we Chinese had all the money in the world. We don't waste it. Doing a degree in being a hooker! Crazy! In China, you got on the job training for that. And you got paid for it, you didn't pay. Paid well if you looked as good as me. Although if you wanted to pay, Chinese guys would be very happy. But they would think you were crazy. Me, I think anyone who pays to study dicks is crazy. Me? I was studying something far more useful. Finance. Shanghai has all the world's money now. Someone has to manage it. So much of it to manage. Such a useful subject. I was so puzzling why American girls valued themselves so low. Why did they do such useless degrees? But never mind. We would always need maids in Shanghai and the supply of Filipina's isn't limitless. Probably in future we could hire so silly American girls if not enough girls from the countryside or Filipina's. But still I was puzzled. How did you earn a living from something like Women's Studies? What sort of work did you do? Who would be stupid enough to pay you for that? So puzzling. But when I looked at those girls, looked at their clothes, their so casual dress, the way they behaved, it started to make sense. So easy. America was not at all like China, where women professionals are highly valued. Must be that those students planned to marry wealthy guys. Maybe find themselves a gweilo zhaogu nianqingren? But America didn't have as many of those as China did either. So puzzling. I shrugged. Some puzzles were too hard to resolve. Not worth thinking about. Not my problem. America's problem. But I so digress into American economy and weird American behavior. I was talking about me and eye candy. Even dressed like a poor American girl, most gweilo guys gave me a second look. And a third. Sometimes they just stared. I liked that. Such satisfaction in being looked at with enjoyment, even by gweilo. In Shanghai, I was looked at all the time when I dated Longwei. Longwei was a bit of a playboy. Well known, so wealthy, he dated movie starlets and models. Me, I was an unknown, my only claim to fame getting into the Miss Shanghai finals. Okay, I didn't place, but I was in the finals. Like I said, Shanghai girls are gorgeous. So gorgeous some of them that I didn't even make the top three. I didn't think I would. I didn't think Longwei Wang would ask me out on a date either. But he had. Such happiness when he talked to me for so long at that Pageant banquet. Such happy surprise when I found him sitting beside me for dinner. Such a feeling of joy when he asked if he might call me in a day or two, perhaps to take me out for dinner if my parents would permit. Such embarrassment that I still needed my parent's permission. Such gratitude at his tact in skirting around the subject of parental permission so gracefully. Such an honor after dinner to introduce Longwei to my parents. My father and Longwei chatted for simply ages while I stood next to Longwei, smiling happily. Who cared who won Miss Shanghai, Longwei Wang was interested in me. That was an even more intense competition and right then, with Longwei beside me talking with such interest to my father, I felt like the winner. All my friends so jealous if I dated Longwei Wang. All my friends so catty about what I do with Longwei Wang if I dated him. I already knew what my decision would be. I would date Longwei. Longwei and I had made the gossip columns of the Shanghai Daily on our very first date. I saw a photo of myself and Longwei in the gossip column the very next morning after our first date, at breakfast. My father had left it for me on the table before he left for his office. Underneath the photo, where, incidentally, I looked so beautiful, the caption read "Longwei Wang, heir-apparent to banking tycoon Chaoxiang Wang is now dating Meiying Yang, Miss Shanghai contestant and daughter of industrialist Dingbang Yang." So surprised that the journalist already knew my name. So happy when Longwei called me later that morning, just as a huge bouquet of beautiful red roses was delivered to our apartment. I sighed. That had been my first date with Longwei. Such wide-eyed amazement when he picked me up for that first date in his bright red Ferrari. Such a beautiful looking car. So glad I'd bought a designer dress to wear that was also bright red. I'd also worn those red lace Bordelle panties that I'd just picked to wear on my date with Alan. And matching bra. So cute. So sexy. So smart of me to check the Shanghai Daily online and find a mention of Longwei and his Ferrari. So color coordinated. So many looks as we drove slowly through the Shanghai traffic, as we drove even more slowly down the Bund. First gear. Such excitement going out to dinner and then clubbing with Longwei. Such pleasure in parking right outside the nightclub, stepping out of that bright red Ferrari and walking in on Longwei's arm. Walking in right past the queue that was lined up outside. All waiting. Such fun dancing with Longwei. So much pleasure in being held in his arms, in being held by him. Meeting so many people Longwei knew. Such timid excitement as his hand rested on my knee while he drove me home to my parent's. Such trepidation as his hand slid higher with such casual assurance while he drove, sliding all the way up and under my dress until his fingers rested high on my thigh, brushing my panties. My new red lace panties, bought especially for my first date. So excited. So wet at that touch. So shy when we were parked in the basement of my parent's apartment building and Longwei kissed me. Such trepidation as he smiled at me, as his fingers slowly unfastened the buttons of the dress I wore, one by one, all the way down to my waist. Such apprehension as his hand brushed my little dress back from my shoulders, exposing my new Bordelle bra. Red lace. So sexy. So pretty. So matching my beautiful new dress. So happy I had bought new lingerie for our date. Such agitation as his hand slipped behind my back and unsnapped that little red bra, releasing my small breasts from their constraining protection. Such a ferment of feelings as his hand brushed my bra upwards to expose my breasts. Such a confusion of feelings as his fingers touched my breasts, caressed them, cupped them, teasing my nipples. Such surprise at my nipples swelling and hardening as he touched me. Such delicious heart-fluttering excitement as he toyed with them. So disconcerted when he lowered his mouth to my breasts and kissed one, sucking on it, tongue lapping at my nipple. So unexpected. So embarrassed. So excited. So wanting to cover myself up. So unable to move, such helplessness. So intoxicated when he sucked my breast completely into his mouth while his hand cupped my other breast and teased my nipple. So much flustered excitement at those new sensations. His voice a whisper as he looked into my eyes. "Move your knees wider apart Meiying." So apprehensive when I did as he asked, wondering why he wanted me to do that. Finding out immediately afterwards. Feeling so silly. Feeling his hand on my lacey red panties, so gently cupping my xiǎo bī. That first featherlight touch of his hand on me, so intimate, so unexpected, startled me. Shocked me. My heart jumped. Even my body jerked, jerked under his hand as my xiǎo bī reacted with a pulsing heated wetness that brought a startled gasp from me. My eyes wide, my mouth opening wide, a rounded little "o". Longwei smiled. His hand remained on me. My xiǎo bī throbbed. "Ohhhhhh." My gasp a mere whisper. A shyly embarrassed and excited whisper. "Further apart." My heart beating wildly as his hand moved to rest on my knee, moving my knee all the way to the far side of the seat, to brush the door. Such scared excitement when his hand left my knee to slid up my thigh, all the way up under my dress to cup my innocent xiǎo bī through my panties. Still such a shock to feel a man's hand on me there, cupping me between legs that I had spread wide for him, knowing now that it was to give his hand free access. Free access to that part of my body that he wanted to explore intimately. So very excited at that touch. So wet. Such amazement at how wet I felt. Such embarrassment when Longwei discovered how wet I was. So shocked as his fingers pressed firmly against my new red lace panties (did I mention they were from Bordelle, so pretty) pushing the red lace wetly inwards between my delicate little lips. Such sensation as the lace rubbed my sensitive flesh where he pushed against me, feeling myself part wetly for his finger. Such surprise at that wet parting. Almost, almost I wanted to close my legs. But so much sensation. So exciting. So heart-stopping. So timorous. I could hear my own panting breathes as I sat limply in the front seat of Longwei's Ferrari, my legs splayed wide. His hands explored my body so freely, so assertively taking possession of me, touching me wherever he desired as if I was already his. His mouth left my breasts, left them wet and shining with his saliva as he lifted his head to kiss my lips once more, to gently ransack my suddenly wide open mouth with his tongue. His lips lifted from mine, just a little. "What color are your panties?" "Uuuughhhh," I gasped, "uuughhh ... Red." "Show me." "Show you?" I looked up at him blankly, panting. "Take your dress in your hands and pull it up to show me your panties." His voice was soft, gentle, firm. A man who knew what he wanted from a girl. An innocent girl. "Uggghhhhh." I gasped, surprised. Startled at his request. Shy. Blushing. It was one thing to permit his hand to touch me by doing nothing, by making no resistance. It was quite another thing to actively expose my panties to him. But I did. I did as he wanted. I did as he asked me to. My hands sank down to my sides, to my legs, gripping the hem of that dress. That dress that I'd picked with such care for my date tonight. I seized that hem, one hand either side of my hips, I lifted that hem upwards, up to the tops of my thighs, hesitating there. "Show me." His voice was low and husky. Passionate. A passion that resonated in my mind, that resonated through my body. Longwei was playing me like a violin. Like a violin, I responded to the skill of a master. I showed him my little red lace panties. I lifted the hem of my skirt up to my hips, exposing my little red panties. Watching his face as I did so, seeing the pleasure there, seeing the excitement as he looked down at me. As he looked down at my panties and at what they concealed. So very scared as I watched and felt his hand slide upwards to rest on my stomach, his fingertips brushing the top of my panties. Strawberry - A Shanghai Girl in America Ch. 02 So tiny panties. Red lace panties. Heart pounding, waiting, holding my dress up, knowing what his hand was going to do, scared, exciting, not wanting it to happen, wanting it to happen, afraid, helpless, wanting him to touch me. That heart-stopping moment as his fingers edged under my panties, knowing where his hand was going, not wanting, wanting, wanting very much, so scared, my heart beating wildly. Fingers edging down, down, brushing my skin, easing down between my widely parted legs, legs that were trembling, fingertips sliding over my lips, so wet, so slippery, so swollen and sensitive. "Ooooohhhh." I couldn't help it. When his finger slid down the length of my slit, I moaned, eyes wide. Cheeks as red as my panties. He looked up, looked into my eyes, he watched me as his fingers gently explored me, parting my lips just a little. Watched me as I shivered and moaned again, my hands clutching at my dress, still holding it up, still displaying my little panties and all that they concealed to his eyes. Longwei smiled. "Nǐ shì chǔnǚ." So openly, he stated that. Did I really look that innocent? I was, I did, I think I still do, but for an eighteen year old girl to admit that, to admit openly that she is a virgin. So hard to say. So embarrassing. So afraid. "Yes." I said it, blushing. Why I should blush at that and not at his hand inside my panties, touching me so intimately, I had no idea. But I did. Right away, as of too belie that thought, I blushed a fiery red as Longwei's finger teased my slit. Before tonight, before Longwei touched me, I'd never even imagined a man touching me there. Now, Longwei was touching me and I was so excited, so scared. Such a little rabbit. So scared and at the same time so willing. His finger didn't penetrate me. It just teased me, sliding along my slit, caressing my sensitive slippery flesh, parting me a little, exploring my lips, teasing my entrance so that I gasped and gasped and gasped. I gasped as I sat there in the soft leather seat of his bright red Ferrari, my knees spread wide, my legs parted for his hand, looking down at his hand inside my panties, trembling as my wetness flooded his fingertips, soaked my panties. His fingers on me felt so good. So much pleasure. So much excitement. So unbearable knowing I should not be doing this. So unbearable knowing my Dad had given me permission to go with Longwei. So scared, so excited. So exquisite feeling his finger sliding along my lips with such slippery ease. Such embarrassment when he looked at me so knowingly, as if he understood what I was experiencing. What I was feeling. Somehow he touched my clitoris. At the time I had no idea what he was doing. All I understood was that he'd found a part of my body that, when he touched me there, sent little rockets of pleasure racing through me. Such pleasure. Pleasure that far surpassed what I had experienced from his teasing fingers so far. Such a willingness on my part to sit back in that soft leather seat and let his hand do whatever it wanted. I was biting my lip to keep quiet but Longwei knew what he was doing. I couldn't bite my bottom lip forever, not when I wanted to breathe so hard, to pant, to moan, to arch my head back, to arch my body and sob with pleasure. I could sense something building inside me. What, I had no idea but whatever it was my body knew it was going to be good and I wanted it, I had to know what it was. My hips began to jerk on the car seat, little twitches that were impossible to control. Longwei smiled, he smiled and he kissed me and I moaned into his mouth as his tongue found mine, as he explored my mouth rather more forcefully than his fingers were exploring me. Then, it happened. It just happened. A surge of pleasure from my xiǎo bī, a rushing wave that grew and burst and crashed through my body in a golden surging tide, my xiǎo bī squeezing in on itself, my whole body suddenly awash with glowing sensation in a way that I had no control over. That I had never experienced before. I remember in that instant in time that I desperately wanted his finger in my xiǎo bī, I wanted something for my xiǎo bī to clasp and squeeze but it was not to be. Not this time. Time seemed to stand still for an exquisite moment, then I was subsiding, panting, limp, Longwei smiling at me while I looked up at him helplessly. Once more so shy as I felt his hand still inside my panties. After a moment, that hand withdrew, his fingers carefully adjusted my panties, arranged my clothes, gently buttoned my dress, he left the car, opened my door, helped me out and walked me to the elevators, to my parents penthouse apartment. We didn't talk as we rode the elevator upwards. I stood close to Longwei, my head on his shoulder, his arm around me, breathing in the masculine smell of him, feeling his body, content just to be with him. Happy that I was with him. Outside my parent's door, he waited as I let myself in, then wished me goodnight. A last gentle kiss, a "call you soon" and he was gone. So happy when I climbed into my bed that night. So embarrassed at my panties, so wet, so soaked through. So excited at the memory of his hands on me, inside my panties. So hoping he called me soon. So afraid he might not ask me out on a date again. So happy when he called the next day. After that, we made the gossip column of the Shanghai Daily regularly. Usually I checked with Longwei and then called one of the reporters to let them know where they could find us. I had a little collection of clips and photos tucked away securely online. The last was a photo of Longwei and I at Shanghai Pudong International Airport. Longwei was holding me in his arms, looking very serious and caring as I embraced him, my parents and little brother in the background. "Longwei Wang, heir-apparent to banking tycoon Chaoxiang Wang bids farewell to his girlfriend Meiying Yang, daughter of industrialist Dingbang Yang. Meiying is off to America with her family to complete her MBA, after which she will return to take up a position in the Communist Party of China Shanghai Municipal Committee Secretariat. We will all miss the beautiful and charming Meiying gracing the pages of our newspaper. We wish Meiying every success with her studies in America and look forward to her return." I cried when I read that. So nice. I'd asked Longwei to send that journalist a big bunch of flowers after I'd read that little article and seen the beautiful photo. So nice of her. Of course, I'd called her to tell her when to meet us at the airport. More practically, I hadn't told her we'd also spent our last night together at the Ramada Pudong where Longwei had been so sad at my departure that I could barely walk to my flight. So sore. So happy I had my own room, unlike my little brother who was in the same room as my parents. Longwei was such an enthusiastic boyfriend, so passionate. So demanding. I still remembered our last moments of love. In the bathroom of my hotel suite. My travel outfit was laid out on the bed, my suitcases packed. I was showering while Longwei shaved. Stepping out of the shower, seeing him facing the mirror, so handsome, I'd knelt on the floor behind him and kissed his butt. Such a firm muscular butt. Such a pleasure to kiss and hold. Longwei had turned, still shaving, turned and looked down at me. "Chī bīng qílín Meiying." Longwei. Always so assertive when he wanted me. So much passion. Smiling happily, I took him in my hand, stroking him gently, giving his cock a little lick, then another and another, lapping at him with my tongue. I knew from experience what Longwei liked and I liked to please him. Although to start with I'd thought it was rather embarrassing. Now I liked doing this for him. Although that once at a party where the guys had had a competition to see whose girlfriend could get them to cum first had been a little embarrassing. Longwei had been so proud that I'd won. I'd been so happy there were no reporters. He'd bought me a new necklace the next day. Gold with a huge diamond pendant and diamond earrings to match. How much it was worth I had no idea but Dad had taken one long and put it in the safe at the bank. My tongue had licked its way from Longwei's dangling ball-sac's to the base of his shaft before working slowly upwards. I slowly coated his length with my saliva, my hand continuing to stroke him as my tongue reached the upper half of his length. I lapped at his swollen glans, running my tongue around it, inadvertently licking a large drop from the tip as my tongue ran over him, feeling him so nice and hard now. Looking at the clock, I knew we didn't have much time. My Dad would be knocking in the door soon, time for us to get to check-in. I would need to satisfy Longwei quickly. My parents had no idea he was in my room with me. All night. So naughty of me. With a last lick, I opened my mouth wide and took him in, sliding my lips down his shaft, taking him until the tip of his cock brushed the back of my mouth, pulling back until only the head of his cock was inside. I bobbed my head on him, my mouth servicing Longwei's cock diligently, each time taking as much of him in as I could, doing my best to press and slide and move my tongue on him as I did so, the way he liked. "You're so good at this Meiying." His voice was approving, one of his hands stroking my head, running through my hair, that seldom given affection sending little shivers of joy through me. I enjoyed brushing my hair; Longwei's stroking of my hair sent little shivers through me. Moving my eyes to glance up as I bobbed my head on him, I could see him watching, He was enjoying the sight of his cock burying itself in my mouth, watching himself and me as my lips slid down and back on his cock. He smiled down at me, his eyes meeting mine. "I'm going to miss you chī bīng qílín." That was my Longwei, such a romantic, so sad to part with me. Wanting to leave him with a special memory of our last moments together, it occurred to me that there was one way I could satisfy him that would both give him enjoyment and ensure he finished quickly. He'd always wanted to use my mouth hard. I'd always stopped him when he got a little too vigorous. This time I lifted my mouth from him, smiling up at him. "Please, fuck my mouth Longwei". He smiled down at me. I simply looked back up at him, my eyes wide. It was the first time in our relationship that I'd asked him to fuck my mouth, even though he probably would have anyhow if he'd really wanted to. When he really wanted to do something to me, he just did it. In asking him rather than waiting for him to do as he desired, I had shamed myself. But he would have wonderful last memories of me. More importantly, he would finish quickly. "Open your mouth Meiying." Lost in my thoughts, I had closed my mouth. Startled, I opened my mouth wide. Both his hands firmly guided my head forward and into place for him to slide his cock between my lips once more. He smiled as I looked up at him. "Now I'm going to fuck your mouth." I had shivered at little at the immensely satisfied tone of his voice, the desire there, the enjoyment. Holding my head in both his hands, he began plunging his cock into my mouth, moving far more vigorously than he ever had before, his cock immediately thrusting deep into my mouth rather than gently sliding. He was using deeper strokes. All of a sudden he was feeding me half of his cock with every thrust, pushing a little deeper each time. Pushing until the tip of him was touching my throat. "Sweet little Meiying, your mouth's made for fucking," I heard him say. I was choking a little with each thrust as his cock went ever deeper. I did my best to help him, my lips staying clamped on his shaft, my tongue doing its best to work on him as he thrust deep and fast but it was hard. "God, I love watching your mouth wrapped round my dick. Those lips of yours really are made for chī bīng qílín Ying-Ying." I knew he was really enjoying himself when he called me Ying-Ying. His hands entwined themselves in my hair, lifting my head, forcing my mouth down on his cock, controlling me completely. Longwei was fucking my mouth hard, pushing my head down on his cock, only stopping when he struck resistance, his strength totally dominating me. My sucking and lapping had segued quickly into choked gags as I tried to breath around his length. He'd never been so rough with me before. I was slightly shocked as he forced my mouth down on him, his cock plunging deep. I hadn't quite expected this. I could tell from the noises he was making that he was enjoying himself. For myself, I was well past enjoyment. I wanted air. But really, I didn't have much choice, I'd asked him to do this. And I was Longwei's girlfriend up until I was on that flight. My mouth was his and he was using it the way he wanted to. I did my best to cooperate. But still, it was uncomfortable; my lips and my mouth were sore from his fast and hard use as his cock pushed deep into my mouth, as he continued to fuck my mouth. When his peak came he wasn't gentle. He forced my head down onto his cock, pushing his cock all the way into me, the head of him filling my throat as my lips and nose pushed up hard against his thick pubic hair. "Ná qù ... Ná qù ... Tūn xià zhè yīqiè ... Tūn xià zhè yīqiè Ying-Ying." I struggled, I tried to push free as his cock struck the back of my throat, deep-throating me and choking me as he came. I could feel the thick spurts of his semen erupting inside my mouth, pouring down my throat, sending my hands flailing before clutching at his knees as I desperately tried to both swallow and breathe, my eyes watering with the discomfort. "Ahhhhh ... Ahhhhh ..." Longwei was groaning loudly, his hands implacable. He didn't let my head up until I was choking and snorting desperately around his cock. When he finally lifted my head, my mouth popped off him, trailing saliva and his cum as I gasped for air, choking on the cum that had flooded my mouth and throat. I did my best to swallow it all, the way he liked, even as I choked and spluttered. He watched me, smiling approval, waiting for me to get my breath back, waiting for me to finish swallowing. When I did, when I finally looked up, he beckoned me up, waiting until I was upright on my knees before standing in front of me. "Ting wo dan ... Make sure you get it all Meiying." I did make sure. I took his balls and his sticky cock and I carefully licked and sucked them clean, leaving him wet and shiningly spotless. He smiled down at me as I inspected him closely. "Well done Meiying, that was good." His hands lifted me to my feet, turned me to face the counter, slapped my butt the way he liked to do. "Clean up, get dressed, your Dad will be here soon, I'll see you downstairs." Then he was gone to dress. My Dad knocked ten minutes after Longwei had left my room. Such good timing. Even after I cleaned my teeth diligently, I could still taste Longwei's cum in my mouth when my flight took off. Such memories. Such nervousness as we left for a new country. Such excitement at going to College in America! Such sadness at leaving Longwei. Such a taste in my throat that was so hard to get rid of. So many memories when I looked at those little red lace panties. My Dad had been happy. We would all live in America while my little brother and I finished our education. Dad would go back and forth to China while Mom would enjoy life in San Francisco. Dad could also enjoy his new girlfriend back in China without Mom losing face. Me? I was enjoying myself at College on the East Coast. Now I was also enjoying Alan. But every now and then I missed Longwei, even after months in America. Life in Shanghai was so simple. I knew my role as Longwei's girlfriend, I knew what was expected of me. I was good at it. Outside of study, all I had to do was date Longwei and look pretty on his arm in public. And satisfy him in private of course, but that was why I was Longwei's girlfriend after all. Such a wonderful guy. So appreciative of my looking pretty for him. So helpful to my Dad's business. Speaking of which, back to looking pretty for Alan. A tiny dab of perfume, some lipstick, brush my hair out and I was ready for my date. Much easier than when I dated Longwei. Longwei bought me lots of bling. He always expected me to wear it too. The more the better. All that bling on me was a status thing for him. I'd never liked all that gold and jewelry. So heavy. When I came to America to go to College and finish my MBA, I'd left it all at home. It was nice that American guys didn't expect you to wear all that stuff. Mind you, they didn't buy it for you either, which was pretty cheap of them, I thought. With Longwei, all I had to do was look sideways at something and he'd buy it for me. Mind you, Longwei expected what he got in return too. Alan on the other hand had never bought me a thing other than meals and the odd drink. He didn't have expectations either though. I kind of liked that. No expectations. That was nice, but it did leave one wondering just what one was expected to do. Anyhow, tonight that wouldn't be a problem. I knew exactly what I was going to do. For Alan, I was going to be so easy. I liked him a lot. My mind was wandering. My date. Get ready for my date. Was I quite ready? I had my lacy red panties on anyhow. Ooops. Not quite. One more thing to be entirely prepared for my date with Alan. I dug around on my nightstand, found the packet I was looking for, popped the tab, swallowed the right pill. Daddy would be unhappy if I returned home unexpectedly with an extra little Yang. Very unhappy. Pill swallowed. NOW I was ready for my date. When my cell chirped to tell me Alan had arrived, I didn't keep him waiting. Down the stairs, out the door and there he was, by his car, waiting for me. His smile warmed me all the way through. His arms held me as I threw myself at him. It felt so good to be held by him. Really, I could have forgotten about dinner and just dragged him up to my bedroom, but anticipation does add spice. In this case, red hot chili spice. I couldn't speak for Alan, but I was bursting with anticipation. I mean, forget Longwei. Alan had been so great in bed last weekend and his di diao, what could I say. He was so big compared to Longwei. His di diao had filled my little xiǎo bī. Filled? He'd stretched me so that it felt like I was stuffed full all the way up to my heart. With a baseball bat. So wonderful that feeling. My lacy red panties were wet through just from thinking about Alan's di diao. So yummy. "Mmmmmm Strawberry, you smell so good." He was nuzzling my hair. I bit his neck, just a little bite. A nibble really. A taste. I was going to bite him harder later tonight. Bite him and claw him and scratch him and kick his butt with my heels while he rode me. Maye tickle his ears with my toes. So shameless of me to think that. So much fun to try. Maybe I would ride him too. Mmmmm, such anticipation. His little breathy exhalation in my ear was my immediate reward. A foretaste of things to come. I could feel him pressing against me. Already hard. Another foretaste of a thing that would cum. Such delicious expectations. I slid a hand down and touched him there, confirming. "After dinner," he breathed. "I don't want to wait." I was being naughty. "Greedy girl." "Yes." I smiled. I was. Also, I wanted to tease him. His hand rested on my leg for the entire drive to the restaurant. Except when he had to shift gears. My gears were shifting every time his hand rested on my leg. It worked its way up from my knee to mid-thigh to upper thigh. Alan kept glancing at me, as if he was checking that it was alright for his hand to do that. Purposely I didn't look at him or his hand. I looked out the windscreen and chattered away. I had no idea what I was talking about. Probably Alan didn't either. All I could think of was his hand resting high on my thigh, his fingertips on my inner thigh, so warm, teasing me. Exciting me. So bad of him to tease me. So naughty of him. Strawberry - A Shanghai Girl in America Ch. 02 Okay, I knew that Alan could tease me and excite me however he wanted. He could touch me however he wanted for that matter. Actually, he could do whatever he wanted to me. For my part, I'd do whatever he wanted me to do. Just like I had last Sunday. But I wasn't going to tell him that. I didn't want him to think I was one of those easy gwei poh girls. He'd have to find out for himself how easy I was. Easy for him. For my guy. I was really looking forward to Alan finding out. We parked in the restaurant parking lot. Alan's hand sat on my thigh. Now I turned to smile at him. I rested one hand on his where he touched me. My hand looked so tiny compared to his. So delicate. Like my xiǎo bī, so tiny and delicate compared to that big hard thing of his. "I'm so wet," I whispered. I was. I was so so wet. I parted my legs a little, My hand urged his that half inch higher, so that his fingers touched me there. So he could feel how wet my panties were. "Feel me." My other hand pulled my dress up so he could see those lacy red panties. So tiny. So cute and sexy. So wet now. I could see the excitement in his eyes. I could see the sudden bulging hardness held back by his trousers. I smiled, my smile as full of promise as I could make it. I parted my lips just a little, that wide-eyed breathlessly excited look that turns guys on. His fingers gently pressed my panties inwards. I felt myself part wetly for him, the red lace of my panties harsh against my sensitive lips. So good. So exquisite pleasure. So loud my gasp. I opened my door and slipped out of the car. I giggled when I saw his face as he stood on the other side. Now he was thinking about my bed and me. "After dinner," I smiled, "greedy man." "Tease." He laughed. I giggled, giving him my very best demure and innocent look. Squeezing my legs together tight for just a second, shivering. Such joy in anticipation. Alan was still chuckling when we walked through the restaurant doors. The maître d' took us straight to our table. It was fun watching all the men looking at me as we walked through the restaurant. So many older well-dressed men in expensive suits. The women they were with though, all so old. In Shanghai, in a place like this, half of them would have been girls like me. Girls my age, out for dinner with their zhaogu nianqingren. Here, it didn't seem like Americans did that so much. I had no idea why not. Like all things in China, it seemed so sensible. Lots of girls need a zhaogu nianqingren. How else to get all those things you want but can't afford? But I did enjoy the looks I got as I walked through the restaurant with Alan. So many looks. So interested in me. I'd always enjoyed that type of look in Shanghai, when I was out with Longwei. So lucky to have Longwei as a boyfriend, not like those girls with their older men. All the eyes looking at me, all the girls so jealous of my Longwei, looking at me enviously. So much fun to see that jealousy. All the men desiring me. So nice to know men find you attractive. Even hairy old gweilo men. So nice to know you were with such a shuài dāi le - and with such a wonderful di diao. Such a happy date tonight. "Why's everyone looking at me?" I whispered in Alan's ear as we followed. He knew I was teasing him, he knew I knew why, he laughed, his arm around my waist so possessively. Such assurance. Such love for me. So happy. We had a lovely little alcove all of our own, the windows overlooking the lake. When I sat down, my little dress rode up, exposing the bottom of my thighs. Almost exposing my butt. I could just about feel all those old gweilo men's eyes on my butt. So exciting to be looked at like that. I liked the feel of the cool leather seat on my butt. It made me want to wriggle. I liked the way Alan was looking at my dress too. I was going to leave a wet patch on that leather when I eventually stood. Dinner was wonderful. I'd been to a few French restaurants back in Shanghai. I liked French food and this was almost as good as I remembered. Alan ordered this awful red wine though. Something from France. The label on the bottle said Clos de l'Oratoire. I knew that because I took a photo and emailed it to my friends back in Shanghai right away, along with Alan looking all blonde and hunky in his tuxedo. They would be so jealous. About Alan, not about the wine. That wine. Yes? Alan said it was a French wine from Bordeaux. Some place in France I guess. He said that it was really good. I took a little sip when the sommelier poured some into my glass. To taste, Alan said. I thought that was funny. In Shanghai, they fill your wineglass right to the brim straight away. Anything less just seems cheap. I guess it's different outside China. Well, I didn't guess. I knew it was. I'd spent a couple of weekends before I left at a course on cultural differences and how to behave overseas. Not everybody was as civilized as us Chinese. The government now said that us students on Party scholarships should know what to expect when outside Zhongguo so as to make a good impression and cultivate a good image of Zhongguo. Longwei's Dad had arranged the scholarship for me through his Party connections. So thoughtful of Mr. Wang. My Dad had been so happy. But it did seem cheap not to fill your glass up. I remembered my lessons though, and I didn't say anything. Rù xiāng suí sú as they say. Which is of course why we Chinese fit in so well everywhere we go. Anyhow, I hadn't expected the wine to be so bad. Not at such a good restaurant. It was awful. It tasted of oak and tobacco like someone had smoked into it and it was so acidic and bitter. I didn't like it at all. Why would anyone drink this horrible stuff? Alan liked it though so he kept that bottle for himself. Gweilo tastes are so strange. I mean they eat this awful cereal stuff in the morning instead of a nice bowl of congee. But this was America after all, not the Middle Kingdom, I was sure I'd get used to the way they did things in time. But not to that horrible wine. Thank goodness Alan learned so fast. It might not take too long to civilize him. He was already eating dim sum. It turned out that they did have some nice wine though. No Swiss wine, which was a little disappointing. The sommelier kind of looked at me funny when I asked. That was probably because Swiss wine was a bit too expensive for most Americans and they didn't have it in their wine cellar. It was certainly expensive enough in Shanghai. Longwei had ordered some once to impress me when we'd been out at my favorite Shanghai nightclub, Richbaby. It had. I'd been very impressed. Actually, that had been the night Longwei had achieved his heart's desire. Maybe it had been the Swiss wine. I'd been so impressed when I'd seen how much that bottle of wine he'd ordered at Richbaby where we were out dancing cost. My Dad was wealthy, even by Shanghai standards. Not rich, nowhere near as wealthy as Longwei's Dad, but well off. By American standards, very well off. Still, he wouldn't have paid what that Swiss wine cost. Longwei hadn't even blinked at the cost. When he saw I liked it, he'd ordered a second bottle right away. That had made me blink. I'd also drunk rather too much of it. Which was probably why, after we left that club, I'd let Longwei achieve his hearts desire with me, but that's another story for another day. I sighed again, remembering Longwei.Remembering his passion for me, remembering the things we had done together, the eagerness he always showed when he was alone with me. Our parting had been so bittersweet. That passionate night together in a hotel at Shanghai Pudong International Aiport. Those sad farewells as a chapter of my life came to an end, as I flew out to America. Was the achievement of those dreams of an eighteen year old girl worth that year of sacrifice? My father would have said yes, I knew his businesses had flourished. He'd never said a word to me after I started dating Longwei, but he knew. He knew that I knew that he knew. Neither of us mentioned it. Ever. Longwei and I, so not a topic for discussion. As for me, I'd enjoyed being Longwei's girlfriend, but if I was honest with myself, I'd always known I was only temporary for him. However much he said he loved me, I knew it was only to make me happy that he said that, however much I pretended to myself otherwise. Remembering Longwei, I brushed back a tear. With a struggle, I brushed back the bittersweet memories. That was a digression into the past. I didn't want to go there. Longwei was a long way away and long gone now. Meiying was gone now too. Here, here in America, I was a new person. Here, I was Strawberry. Alan's love for me was genuine, not a pretence, not to give me face. He didn't just desire my beauty. He really did love me for myself. For being myself, for being my own person, for being Strawberry. No duty to the family. No obligations. Just me. That was so wonderful. I was in America, I was having a wonderful dinner with Alan and my girlfriends back home were going to be soooooo jealous. There was nothing to feel sad about. The food was just divine and the Austrian white wine the sommelier found for me was so easy to drink, ice cold and so nice and sweet. Not as good as that Swiss wine but then, I guess with China having all the world's money now, we had all the best wine too. The sommelier was nice though, he explained that Austria was right next to Switzerland and the wine was probably very similar. That was funny. I always thought Austria was that place below Singapore on the map where we Chinese went for nice holidays and to play golf and stroke those cuddly little bears. Alan explained that no, that was called Australia. Austria. Australia. Seemed similar to me. Maybe Australians came from Austria or something. Whatever, it was one of those nice to know things that just wasn't that important unless you actually had to deal with gweilo's. The Austrian wine was nice though so I didn't mind if it was Austrian or Australian or whatever. I got all giggly by the time I'd finished the bottle. I almost fell of my chair when we were having dessert. And Alan got me so excited. He kept saying "Fuck, Strawberry" under his breath. When he said that, I knew he wanted me so much and that just made me so wet. But he wasn't going to get what he wanted here in the restaurant. I wasn't THAT kind of Chinese girl. Although with another bottle of that Austrian wine I might be. Very easily. That made me feel even more excited. So very wet. So wet patch on the seat beneath me. When I told Alan that and why, he said "Fuck, Strawberry" again, which kind of made me giggle all over again. I didn't tell him that one or two of my girlfriends back in Shanghai probably were that kind of girl even without the wine. Longwei was probably dating a girl like that right now, which didn't make me jealous. Not at all. I had Alan now. I almost fell over a couple of times when we were leaving the restaurant. Alan and the waiter had to help me to the car, which just made me giggle even more so that I almost fell onto someone else's table. "Sorry," I giggled. "So sorry." They were nice though, they smiled happily at me. The waiter was very nice too. So helpful and polite. He smiled a lot at Alan too. Maybe he was gay? It dawned on me that that was why Alan was looking embarrassed. Our waiter was gay and trying to pick Alan up. No wonder he'd been blushing when we walked through the restaurant on the way out. Almost, I said something. I knew Alan wasn't gay. With Longwei, I could have made a joke about it to make him laugh, but American humor was different. If I said something and got it wrong, Alan might lose face. He was my guy, I couldn't risk that. I couldn't cause him to lose face. I did wonder if Alan had drunk too much to drive back to my place. I wasn't going to ask though. Like I said before, I didn't want him to lose face. Besides, I knew Alan was a good driver. He'd driven all the way to the restaurant with one hand on my leg. He used two hands on the wheel to drive back to my house though so I knew he was being careful. Some of the cars around us sounded their horns now and then. Maybe I should have waited until we got to my place to take my panties off. That seemed to distract Alan a little. But my xiǎo bī was so hot and so wet and I wanted him to touch me. I was so disappointed that he didn't, even after I told him how wet I was for him. When we parked outside my house, he turned the engine off and slumped back in his seat. I thought I heard him say "Thank Christ that's over" which puzzled me a bit. It would have puzzled me more except I wasn't paying much attention to anything he said. I was leaning forward over his lap giggling and trying to work his zipper down. It had been such a nice dinner and that wine had been lovely and he'd been so funny. And he'd got me so excited at the restaurant when he talked about fucking me. All the way back, I couldn't stop thinking about what we were going to do. I wanted to give him his reward right there and then. I didn't want to wait. I was going to unzip him and get that nice hard di diao of his out and I was going to sit on him and cào him until he shèjīng in me. Then I was going to take him to my bed and do it all over again. It sounded good to me. His hand stopped me. "Let's go inside Strawberry." That seemed like a really good idea too. Maybe better. There was a lot more room on my bed than in the car. I'd done it with Longwei in his Ferrari and it had been a bit cramped. Alan's car was bigger than that Ferrari, but Alan was a lot bigger than Longwei too. Bigger everywhere. That made me giggle again. Bed was better. And there was this thing I wanted to try with him that I'd done with Longwei that I thought Alan might like. I was sure I would. I had when Longwei did it to me. "Okay." My legs didn't seem to be working very well. I almost fell getting out of the car. Alan was so nice though. He just picked me up and carried me in his arms, all the way inside, past my surprised looking housemates, up the stairs and into my bedroom. My guy. So strong. I just looked up at him, admiring that handsome face. Giggling. He put me down on my bed, which was exactly where I wanted to be. On my back, on my bed. Let my guy do the hard work. I'd make all the noise and do the biting and scratching and wave my feet in the air. That seemed like a fair trade. All I needed now was Alan on me and in me and everything would be perfect. A perfect ending to a wonderful evening. I reached behind my neck and undid the tie there, pulling the front of my dress down to bare my breasts. The dress was so short all I had to do was part my legs to expose my xiǎo bī to him. I wanted him in my xiǎo bī so very much. Alan looked down at me and smiled. "God, you're so fucking hot Strawberry, even if you are totally faceless." His eyes looked me up and down. I wanted to melt. I WAS melting. I could feel my xiǎo bī, all wet and slippery and hot and totally ready for him. I reached down with both hands, stroked my inner thighs, spread my legs wider apart. Alan was a big guy, he needed lots of room. I needed to spread my legs wide for him. I watched his face as my fingers traced their way up to my xiǎo bī, as I used my fingertips to ease my lips apart, exposing my pink wetness to him, shivering with greedy anticipation. I was ready for my guy. Totally ready. Wait a minute. He'd said I was faceless? What did he mean, faceless? I had face. I hadn't done anything to lose face. Had I? He was laughing. At me. I sat up. "What you mean, I faceless?" I was upset now. And my English was starting to slip. It did when I got angry. Now, suddenly, I was angry. Faceless? He was insulting me. "I am not lost face? Why you being rude to me Alan?" I stood up. My dress fell to the floor, pooled around my ankles, leaving me naked. "You think because I let you have me I have no face, you think that? That is so rude Alan, you ... you ..." I was so angry. So upset. My perfect date in ruins. So rude. He was so rude to me. I burst into tears. He thought I had no face! So little respect for me. "Out ... out ... you leave now ... Go ... Go ... Out ... how you be so mean to me ..." "Strawberry ... Strawberry ... that wasn't... I didn't ..." "Out ... out ... go now ... So mean ... so rude ...I not lose face ... I not..." I felt like my heart had been broken. Felt? My heart was broken. Shattered. I'd thought he cared for me. I thought he loved me. But really, to him, after I'd let him have his way with me, I had no face. I had no face? Longwei didn't love me, not really, but he'd never told me I had no face. No, Longwei had given me lots of face. So much respect. So nice to me. So thoughtful. Alan so mean. So disrespectful. I was so desolated. So angry. So upset. So furious. So loud. I was yelling. Me! "I think you better leave now." Linda's voice, so cold and authoritative. My housemate. "But ... but she ...I mean ..." Alan sounded upset. "Leave now, please." Linda had his arm, she was taking him out of my room. I wanted to throw something at him. So I did. The first thing I could find. My tài dí xióng. My little teddy bear that Longwei had given me. That he'd bought for me when he'd taken me to the Shanghai Takashimaya to go shopping. It bounced off his head. Cathy and Ramona came rushing in as Linda led Alan out. I sat down on my bed and burst into tears. I hated Alan. I hated him. "What's wrong ... what happened Strawberry?" Cathy sat down next to me, an arm around me. Ramona picked up my poor little tài dí xióng before she shut the door and draped my robe around me. I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't talk. I just wanted to die. Leaving Longwei had been nowhere near this bad. I cried and cried and cried. Linda came back in, closing my door behind her. "He's gone." She sounded satisfied. She had a mug in her hand. "Here, I made you a cup of your tea Strawberry." I took it from her, sniffling. I sipped gratefully, inhaling the scent. Jasmine tea. I took another small sip. That made it easier to tell them the awful thing that had happened. "He said I had no face." I was sobbing again. Crying my heart out. "I sleep with him last weekend, I think he so wonderful, so great, he love me. I love him. Tonight he tell me I have no face." I buried my head on Cathy's shoulder. "I want to die ... I feel so bad ... He break my heart." Linda sounded puzzled. "Strawberry ... Strawberry ... tell me .. tell us ... what did he actually say ... can you remember?" I did. I remembered every cruel word, every single heartless word, sliced into my heart as if by a razor How could I bring myself to repeat those horrible horrible words he'd used? I sniffled. "He said to me, he said 'You're so fucking hot Strawberry' and then he said ... ohh so horrible ... he said 'even if you're totally faceless'. He say that to me." I wailed into Cathy's shoulder. "He tell me I have no face. He so cruel, so heartless. I want to die." "Oh Shit." Linda's tone stopped my crying. I looked up, still sniffling. Linda and Ramona and Cathy were all looking at one another. I couldn't understand their expressions. Gwai poh all look the same to start with, until you get used to them. I looked at them. "What?" I sniffled. "Uhh, Strawberry, in America, we don't say someone has no face," Ramona said. She sounded very strange. Not like Ramona. "Uhh, when he said you were faceless, he meant you were drunk," Cathy added. "And you are, Strawberry," Linda said reprovingly. "You are very very drunk." They were all looking at me. I knew right then that I'd made a terrible terrible mistake. "Daxiang baozhashi de laduzi!" Then I threw up. On the floor. On my dress. On Cathy. On Linda. On Ramona. On me. In my hair. On my bed. On my little black dress. On my poor little tài dí xióng. Everywhere.