AmericasDarlings by Gail Bridges Page A

legs.
    Yuri grew quiet. He was thinking. Even I could tell that.
    “Now, we begin,” whispered Dmitri.
    Yuri said two words. He repeated them.
    Then he clapped his hands once, loudly, and the room erupted into chaos.
    I turned to Dmitri, a question in my eyes.
    “Watch this time,” he said. “We play next time. Yuri said…ah…he said ‘drunk tigers’…and the players…us…we must couple like we are drunk tigers! See?”
    I saw.
    The people around us were indeed coupling. Women with men. Men with men. Women with women—it didn’t seem to matter. I put my hand over my mouth, enchanted. It seemed that this simple little game called for grabbing the person closest to you, leaping to the center of the room and coupling as if you were…drunk tigers. Roars and hisses and tiger screeches filled the room. The two women who’d crowded their way onto the couch only a few moments before were entangled in a drunken mess of arms and legs, slobbering wet kisses on each other. The man and woman next to them were clumsily trying to fit penis to vagina and failing.
    Apparently I wasn’t the only one around here who liked to act.
    I tugged Dmitri off the couch. I wanted in! Right now! In what world would I sit on a couch watching passively when I could play this charming game and couple with my handsome Dmitri?
    He grinned.
    Then he snarled and swiped an addled tiger paw in my direction. I hissed and swatted it back. Dmitri-the-drunken-tiger thought for a moment. Then he touched a tentative paw to my breast. He purred and tilted his head in supplication, an obvious change in tactic. He begged for approval, thinking that perhaps he could get into this cat’s pussy by being a nice drunk.
    I approved.
    Or rather, Leah-the-drunken-tigress approved. Cross-eyed, I invited him to touch other, more interesting things on my tiger body. He complied, slobbering, purring, working his fingers between my legs as I found his cock and worked it between my fingers.
    Oh yes, I could play this game.
    I rubbed my furry body against his. Another moment and we’d try to fit drunken penis to drunken vagina. If I could wait that long.
    But then Yuri whistled. Everyone froze.
    Dmitri and I stood frozen in place in front of each other, our hands clutching each other’s genitals, laughing. We hadn’t gotten very far. We hadn’t even coupled yet! Amused, cheating just a little by pressing Dmitri’s cock between my index finger and my thumb, I looked at the bizarre tableau surrounding us. Two men, caught in an impossible position, crashed to the carpet. Another couple lay on top of a third person, a man, the three of them caught mid-writhe.
    Amusing, most definitely.
    But I was far more interested in the couple to the left of us. They were so close to me that I could have reached out and touched the man’s thigh. His partner lay on the couch, her knees raised and spread, her pretty lady parts exposed at the perfect angle for me to appreciate them. Her lover hovered above her, poised for action but frozen.
    I studied them as I stood unmoving in my own tableau.
    I’d never seen anything quite like it. They were caught in that delicious moment when the penis is just beginning to thrust, when the tip of the cock sits quivering on the woman’s vulva, prepared for its big move. Motionless, they preserved the exact moment when the cock is almost in the vagina…but not quite, not yet. I held my breath. What an exquisite torture, not to be able to finish what they’d started! Not to be able to do it!
    Frozen in place, they trembled with need.
    And I, in the ideal position to see it all, trembled with need as well.
    A ball of fluid seeped from the tip of the man’s cock. It rolled onto his partner, making a slick trail across her skin. She shivered.
    I shivered.
    I was witnessing something special, something meant only for me, and I knew it. I breathed in the cleansing, sex-infused air of the Russian common room and felt myself relax. Dmitri’s fingers