Only in America

When she was thirty-eight, America I, High Dictatrix and Empress of the Zin, finally got her happy ending.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency?"

America looked up with a glare as Shaundi sauntered into the computer room. Despite the fact that she now had Zinyak's entire fleet and the Emperor's personal quarters, she always seemed to end up back on their little ship. Probably because, with the exception of her own crew, none of her legions of subjects ever came here.

"Don't you fucking start with me too."

Shaundi held up her hands in mock surrender. She was actually smiling. It caught her off guard how good it felt to see Shaundi smiling again. "Just thought you'd like to know, Keith and Kinzie finished their inventory with Zinjai. There are about eleven million living humans in the pods."

America let out a sharp breath. "Jesus."

"They say it's more than enough to get a permanent colony going, wherever we eventually decide to settle down. CID's scanning for habitable planets he thinks we'll like, and some of the guys were already talking about a name..."

America rolled her eyes. "I don't care how much Pierce bitches, we are not calling it Planet Saints!"

Shaundi collapsed into the chair next to hers. "Oh, thank God."

"Wonder how many other kinds of aliens are in those pods. We might not just be looking for one planet."

Shaundi nodded, eyes on America. "God, I still can't get used to you with that accent."

The Latina snorted. "Yeah, well thank Pierce. He's the one who said America didn't want a president with a ghetto accent and a dyke haircut."

Shaundi smirked. "He also said they wouldn't want a president who looked like a professional wrestler, but you did all right."

America shook her head. "Been a hell of a ride, hasn't it?"

Shaundi rubbed her neck with a groan. Just like when they'd first merged with Ultor, or when they'd first started campaigning, Shaundi seemed to be working harder than anyone. "That is an understatement."

America couldn't help giving the brunette a glance as she stretched out; gone was the stoner girl she'd met...Jesus, over fifteen years ago, and in her place was a mature woman who America hardly even recognized sometimes. She shook her head. "You've changed so much."

Shaundi gave her a fond smile. "We both have."

"Yeah, I guess so." America tipped her own head back with a groan. "Hey, whatever happened with that guy who won your dating show?"

Shaundi laughed. "Puerto Rican Thunder God? He was sweet and all, but...performance didn't live up to the name."

America sucked in a breath. It's been fifteen fucking years, she thought. Just say it.

She let out an angry sigh. "Look, I gotta tell you something..." Shaundi met her eyes, and she winced away. "It always drove me crazy that you had exes in every city, and were even willing to go on a dating show, but..." Her gaze locked on Shaundi's. "...not once did you ever give me a shot."

Shaundi froze, except for her shocked blinking. Then she swallowed. "You never asked for one," she murmured.

America licked her lips. Now or never. "I'm asking now."

Slowly, a smile spread across Shaundi's face, and she slid out of her chair toward America's. "Then let's make up for lost time..."

The first kiss made America moan, Shaundi's lips soft and hard against hers, Shaundi's knee pressing against her lap as she straddled the chair. Her hands went to Shaundi's slender waist, the brunette's squeezing her muscular arms. When she pulled back, they were both grinning like idiots.

"Jesus, I've been wanting to do that for fifteen fucking years," America breathed.

Shaundi's smile twitched, and then she straightened, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hold that thought."

America took the offered hand, letting Shaundi pull her up into another kiss. The Latina was so caught up in it she didn't realize where Shaundi was leading her until her back hit the cradle.

"What..."

As the arms closed around her and she heard the connection to the simulation warming up, Shaundi grinned. "I'll be right behind you."

When the blue light faded, America was in the city, in the tight purple pants and bikini top she used to wear on the street. It was night, and she was standing on a rooftop in New Colvin, not far from the gravity-defying wreckage of what used to be Zimos' place.

When she turned around, Shaundi was standing in the light of the gateway, grinning at her.

Or rather, Shaundis were standing there.

America still couldn't wrap her head around having the virtual clone or whatever she was of Shaundi's younger self. It made her think about Stilwater, about another lifetime that seemed almost laughably strait-laced by comparison to the life she was living now. She couldn't help a melancholy smile as the the two women looked at each other.

Young Shaundi and New Shaundi, as she'd taken to calling them since neither responded well to being called 'Old Shaundi,' shared a glance and a conspiratorial smile. "Hey me?" New Shaundi purred.

"Yeah me?" Young Shaundi answered.

"You remember all that stuff we fantasized about doing with the Boss?"

Young Shaundi just grinned.

Their clothes were off in seconds; some were thrown down from the roof to the backyard below, but since everyone involved had superpowers some were just atomized. America's Shaundi pulled her in for a kiss, only to immediately trade the Latina off to her younger self, four hands rubbing and squeezing and starting to finger all the most sensitive places on America's body. She arched into New Shaundi's hand cupping her snatch while Young Shaundi leaned down to play with her breasts, first with her hands, then with her mouth.

"God, you have to feel these nipples..." Young Shaundi moaned around one of them, so New Shaundi inclined her head with a joyous laugh and suddenly America had two mouths making love to her breasts.

"Oh, fuck..." Her hands were on the backs of their heads as two of New Shaundi's fingers slid inside her. When the brunette bucked, she looked down to find Young Shaundi doing the same to her counterpart. The sight made her almost as hot as the older brunette's fingers, and she was positive she was dripping all over Shaundi's hand.

"Either of you ever do a daisy chain?"

The Shaundis just grinned as the three of them collapsed in a pile on the roof, bodies sliding past one another until they were in position. She ended up with Young Shaundi's thighs open before her, and New Shaundi's lips teasing up and down her thighs.

America's first hit of Shaundi's taste made her groan, tongue slipping between the fleshy lips even as the other Shaundi's fingers parted hers. Soon, all three women were moaning, both Shaundis reaching for her tits, squeezing and making her buck against New Shaundi's mouth.

When Young Shaundi came in her mouth, it sparked a chain reaction, and soon all three of them were screaming.

"Switch!" America gasped, and there was a moment of delicious friction, breasts and thighs and hands rubbing together as they reoriented themselves. She started licking the results of New Shaundi's orgasm from her thighs even as the felt Young Shaundi do the same to hers; the taste was the same, but different.

Young Shaundi's tongue was somehow even more skillful against her cunt than her older counterpart's had been, perhaps because New Shaundi had been so focused on men for so long, and despite the fact that she'd already come it wasn't long before her hips bucked again, Young Shaundi moaning as she gulped down America's cream. That made her redouble her efforts against the other Shaundi's gorgeous cunt, kissing up and down her lips and licking teasingly across her clit. She shifted as Young Shaundi disappeared from between her legs, only to be pushed aside when the young brunette's head slid down next to hers, half kissing America and half helping her toy with her counterpart's pussy.

When Shaundi came, it was with a flood of moisture that coated both her lovers' faces, and Young Shaundi wasted no time in bowling America over, kissing and licking and sucking until her face was clean. When she sat up, her breasts were heaving and her thighs were scissored with America's. As she turned back to her gasping counterpart, she dissolved into giggles.

"Fuck, that was so worth the wait..."

She stood on shaking legs, grinning from ear to ear as America and Shaundi rolled back together. "Have fun, you two..."

Young Shaundi disappeared, leaving the two of them panting on the cold rooftop. Shaundi groaned. "Fuck, I don't think I can move..."

America looked down at her naked body with a grin. She'd seen Shaundi naked before, like the rest of the world had, but she'd never seen her, or anyone, look this beautiful. "You know if we go back to the real world, we'll have all our energy back..."

Shaundi just grinned, then disappeared in a twinkle of blue light. When America popped herself out of the simulation, Shaundi was already in the process of stripping her.

Hours later, the two women lay together, legs still intertwined and covered with their mingled juices, breasts still heaving as America inclined her head to suckle gently at Shaundi's long pink nipple.

Shaundi let out a breath laugh. "Well, it's about fucking time."

"I can't believe we waited fifteen years to do that."

Shaundi laughed. "Well, as long as we don't have to wait fifteen years to do it again." Her grin faded as she turned to look at America. "Boss...I never really thanked you. Everything you've done for me...the life I have, it's all because of you. I don't deserve any of this..."

The Latina pulled her closer. "I love you, Shaundi."

The brunette broke into a relieved grin.

"I love you...America."