After several more sharp spanks, he eased up, allaying my pain by sliding his hand down into my intimate valley, letting his fingers glide into my slippery slit.
I groaned loudly and my body reacted with spastic quivers as his fingers explored, sliding through my slick folds and caressing my tender flesh. Finding my clit, he rolled over it slowly, causing me to cry out and press back against him.
I felt the curve of my ass brush against the material of his pants, and he moved closer, allowing the hidden length of his cock to press against my upturned cleft.
“Uhhhh,” I moaned as I felt his hardness through the cloth. I needed him inside of me. I wanted to feel his hard thickness spreading me open, showing me what felt like to be a woman.
I heard the metallic sound of his belt being undone, followed by his zipper sliding down. His clothes rustled, and then I felt his warm hardness rest against my ass cheek.
“Ohhhh, yes,” I groaned. “Yesss.”
His finger slid off of my clit and moved upwards, finding my tight opening and pressing inside. I could feel my inner walls grasping at him, as if to pull him deeper. I let out a soft whimper and moved my ass in a small circle, encouraging him to continue.
His finger slid deeper, assisted by my copious lubrication, and my resisting tightness spread around him. My hamstrings trembled in anticipation, knowing that his cock would soon be where his finger was.
But then he stopped. He pulled his body back slightly as his finger moved in me. There was a pause, and then he spoke.
“Sarah, are you a virgin?”
I couldn’t reply. I was too afraid he was going to send me away, telling me I was just a child and to come back when I had some experience. It was obvious it was a surprise to him.
“Sarah?”
“Please, keep going.”
“Are you?”
I pressed my ass back against him. “Don’t stop.”
“Answer me.”
I stopped moving. “Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was embarrassed.”
He slid his finger from me.
“No, please.”
He ignored my words and reached down to take hold of my shoulders, pulling me up to a sitting position, my back against his chest. His arms moved around me, holding me tightly to him.
“Please,” I repeated, “I need you inside of me. I want you to be my first.”
He held me tighter and brought his lips to my ear. “I think it’s wonderful you’ve saved yourself for me. And I have every intention of being your first. But it’s not going to happen tonight, like this. That’s a gift I want to enjoy opening slowly.”
“But I need you now.”
He chuckled softly. “Patience, my dear.” He moved his hand down over my stomach and cupped my mound, slipping one finger inside to tease my clit. “I promise we’ll have some fun in the meantime.”
I sighed and leaned back into him, giving myself over to his control. His other hand cupped my breast through my clothes, as he kissed the side of my neck.
I reached behind me and took his cock in my hand, feeling its heavy thickness in my grasp. He moaned against my skin as I began to slowly stroke him.
His hand moved from my breast to my head, turning it to kiss me. As our tongues slid together his fingertip rolled softly over the erect nub of my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
I still yearned to have him inside of me, but this was good too – being held in his strong arms as he touched me. But after a few minutes, I needed more, and he must have sensed it.
Sliding his hands under my ass, he lifted me slightly, moving me to the other side of the desk so that I was sitting on the opposite edge with my feet on his chair. He then eased me backwards, so that I was lying across it with my head hanging over the edge. From where I now was, I had a perfect upside-down view of his beautiful cock. I smiled and reached for it.
As I angled it down towards my mouth, I felt his hands working at the buttons of my blouse. The swollen head nudged against my lips, and I flicked out my tongue to lick against the smooth skin. He unbuttoned my blouse halfway, then slid his hands down my chest, up onto the twin swells of my breasts, and under my bra, so that my rubbery nipples were stiff against his palms. I groaned from the sensation and opened my mouth, pulling on him so that his cockhead slid inside. Locking my lips around the raised ridge, I sucked gently, making my mouth tight around him. He sighed loudly, and I got my first taste of his leaking pre-cum, sliding it over my tongue and enjoying the delicious tang.
He pinched my nipples and pressed his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper into my mouth. My lips stretched around his shaft as my tongue played over the bumpy underside. His balls hung directly in front of my eyes, and I reached out and cupped them gently, eliciting another moan from his lips.
One of his hands left my breasts and reached down between my legs, moving my skirt out of the way and caressing me gently. In response, I moved my feet up to the edge of the desk and spread my thighs wider, angling my pussy up to him.
His fingers wormed between my labia and played over my clit, sending fresh jolts of pleasure up my spine.
I groaned around his cock and worked my lips further down his shaft, feeling the bulbous head press against the back of my throat. With his thickness filling me completely, I hardly had room to move my tongue, and I had to breathe through my nose.
I kept my mouth tight around him as he began to slowly fuck my mouth, drawing his hips back so that his saliva-coated shaft slid out between my compressed lips, and then back in, spearing his stiff dick deep into my mouth.
His hands felt like magic on my body, one teasing my erect nipple and the other focusing on my clit, alternating between rolling it under his thumb and pinching it gently between his fingers. His touch, combined with the way his cock was filling my mouth, caused my passion to rise quickly, and I knew my climax was imminent.
His hips picked up speed, and his cock slid urgently in and out of my sucking mouth. I tried to keep my lips tight around him, but because of his thrusts air escaped, causing deliciously naughty sucking noises.
I groaned and lifted my hips off the desk, urging him on. I was disappointed I wasn’t going to lose my virginity tonight, but just knowing for sure it was going to happen soon, and it was going to happen with him, was comforting. I had waited twenty-one years, so a few more days weren’t going to make a difference.
My orgasm took me by surprise, and I groaned loudly around his invading cock, feeling my body clench and convulse. His finger thrummed over my spasming clit, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure shattering through me. At the same time, he picked up speed, fucking my mouth with animal-like thrusts.
A second climax hit me, and my legs convulsed, closing together to trap his hand against my mound. As I cried out my pleasure, I felt his cock jerk in my mouth, and begin to spray his seed in hot jets. I swallowed, trying to keep up with his pulsing cream, as spasms of ecstasy heaved through my body.
His finger eased up, and his cock spilled one last dribble onto my tongue. I kept my mouth on him as his hands slowly caressed my thighs. He began to soften, and I still held him in my mouth, suckling him gently.
Finally, he slipped out of me, then slid his arms under my back and legs and lifted me up. He carried me to the couch and sat on it, holding me sideways on his lap. I moved my arms around his neck and rested my head against his chest as he combed his fingers lightly through my hair. We sat like that for several minutes without talking. Finally, he spoke.
“You should have told me, Sarah. What if I had just taken you?”
“I wanted you to.”
“Your first time should be special.”
I turned my head up and smiled at him. “Making love with the president on his desk in the Oval Office isn’t special enough?”
He smiled but shook his head. “No, it isn’t. I promise, we’ll do it right.”
“When?”
“When I dec
ide it’s time.”
I snuggled into him. “I wish I could stay with you like this forever. You’re so comfortable.”
He kissed me on the forehead, and held me closer. We talked for another hour. He told me what growing up in Kansas was like, and I told him about my family. After a while, his hand slid between my legs and he began to touch me. I came once again, crying out and shuddering in his arms as he kissed me. When I regained my strength, I slid to the floor between his legs, and gave him a slow and leisurely blowjob. Halfway through I offered to move up and sit on his lap, but he just chuckled and told me patience was a virtue.
Chapter 13
On Thursday, the President left for a weekend meeting with the British Prime Minister at Camp David. On Saturday, April and I decided to spend the day touring the Smithsonian museums. We met for breakfast at a cute little restaurant on the Mall.
“So,” April said, between sips of her orange juice, “how was your first week? Other than you quitting, of course.” She smiled.
I returned her grin. “It was wonderful. Thank you for making it easier.”
“You still don’t want to tell me what happened that made you walk out?”
“No, not right now. Sorry.”
“The President seems to like you.”
“I guess. It’s hard to tell with him.”
“Trust me, he does. Just remember what I told you.”
“What’s that?”
“About trying something with him. It’s a quick way to get your ass fired.”
I almost smiled as I remembered the sensation of him coming in my mouth. But I kept a serious look and said, “Of course. I would never do anything like that.” I figured this was as good a time as any to use my trump card. “Besides, I’m still a virgin.”
She was in the middle of biting off a piece of toast when her eyes went wide and she stared at me in shock.
“Get out!”
I laughed. “It’s true.”
“How is that even possible?”
I shrugged. “It just happened.”
“Are you saving yourself for marriage?”
“No. Just haven’t met the right guy.”
Until now.
“That’s incredible. So, you haven’t done anything?”
I shook my head. “I’ve done some stuff, but just haven’t gone all the way.”
“Hey, if you want to borrow Jamie and get it over with, I’m willing to share.”
I laughed. “No thank you.”
“Um,” she said, “speaking of Jamie…”
“What?”
“Do you mind if he joins us today?”
“But I thought it was just going to be us two?”
“I know, but when I told him about our plans, his eyes lit up, and he said he had never seen the museums either, and practically begged me to allow him to come with us.”
I considered telling her about what the waitress had told me, and that it was very likely Jamie really wanted to see me, not the museums. But I could tell she liked him more than she was letting on, and that revelation would hurt her feelings.
“It’s fine,” I said. “The more, the merrier.” This was beginning to get awkward. I decided I’d have to have a talk with Jamie if I got the chance today.
She smiled widely. “Great. He said he would meet us in front of Air and Space at ten.”
I looked at my watch. “We’d better hurry then.”
We found him sitting on a short wall that surrounded the aerial-like sculpture outside the entrance, and he grinned wide when he saw us. He hopped down and hugged April, and then me, and I begrudgingly admitted to myself his body felt good against mine. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and comfortable looking sandals.
We went to the Air and Space Museum first, and as we walked around the exhibits, I noticed Jamie was hands on with both of us.
With me, he would graze against my shoulder with his, or allow his hand to rest lightly at my lower back for a brief moment. Sometimes he would brush my shoulder with his hand, as if a piece of lint was there.
With April, he was much more intimate, keeping his hand on her back as we stood, and even sometimes letting it slide down onto the curve of her ass. He would stand so his chest pressed lightly against the side of her breast, and frequently would brush her hair out of her face.
She seemed to enjoy the attention, and even reciprocated by sometimes sliding her hand into his back pocket.
After Air and Space, we walked across the Mall to the Natural History Museum, and spent a few hours there. But I didn’t get a chance to speak to Jamie alone until we were having lunch.
“Feel like hitting the girls’ room?” April asked, before she wiped her mouth and put down her napkin.
Even though I had to go, I said, “Not yet.”
As she walked away, I turned to Jamie, who was smiling at me.
“I’m having fun today,” he said. “I’m glad April invited me.”
“The way she explained it, it was more like you invited yourself.”
His grin held. “That’s probably true. What can I say? I love museums, and I love hanging out with pretty girls.”
“Look, Jamie, I’m uncomfortable with you coming onto me while you’re dating my friend.”
“April and I aren’t dating. I told you, we just get together and have fun once in a while. That’s all it is.”
“I know you said that, but I get the feeling she likes you more than she lets on.”
“She said that?”
I shook my head. “No. But there are certain signs.”
“I’ll have a talk with her. I thought it was clear between us.” All the time he spoke, he kept his smile on his face. He definitely reminded me of the happy-go-lucky surfer dudes from back home.
“Ok, that’s good. But you and me – I don’t think that’s going to work out.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You’re a great looking guy, Jamie, but I’m not interested in that with you.”
His smile didn’t waver as he reached over and laid his hand lightly on mine. “I like you, Sarah. I haven’t made a secret of that. You’re the first girl I’ve met who I’ve wanted to be with exclusively. I think we really have a chance at something special. I’m willing to give up the other girls, even April, if you want that kind of relationship with me.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t.”
“Or,” he said, his grin turning mischievous, “you, April and I could go back to my place and have a three-way. Whatever you want.”
I had to laugh. He was so charming, like a little boy who wouldn’t take no for an answer.
I smiled. “What am I going to do with you?”
He gave me a puppy-dog look. “Take me home, please?”
I was laughing again when April returned, and she seemed relieved we were getting along.
After lunch, we went to the American History Museum, where April and I were fascinated by the display of First Ladies’ inaugural gowns. We both thought it was sad that there was no gown there from President Remington’s inauguration.
At the mention of the President, Jamie began asking us questions about him, and he seemed fascinated by the fact we worked with the man.
“This is too cool,” he said. “Here we are amid all this presidential history, and I get to be with two girls who work with the President. I am so jealous.”
We both laughed and I said, “Maybe you should apply for the job?”
He grinned. “Maybe I will.”
I took the opportunity to use the restroom, since I had missed it at lunch, and when I came out, April and Jamie were behind a column, kissing.
“Hey, are you two trying to get us kicked out of here?” I said, and they both laughed.
Next was the National Archives, and then the National Art Museum. By that time, we were pretty much tired of looking at stuff, and decided to call it a day.
Jamie suggested we all meet at a club later. Since the President was out of town, my t
ime was free, but I was still reluctant to spend more time around Jamie. I just felt like I was encouraging him when he didn’t stand a chance. But April loved the idea, and talked me into it.
Chapter 14
April came back to my place, where we relaxed for a while, watching a movie on television and talking.
“I really think Jamie likes you,” she said.
“April, I told you how I felt about him. That hasn’t changed.”
“But it would be alright with me if you did.”
“You keep saying that, but I also get the feeling you like him more than you’re letting on.”
She shrugged. “Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t.”
“Either way, I’m not interested. So whatever you decide, he’s all yours.” I paused for a moment, and then said, “There’s something I should have told you.”
“About what?”
“About Jamie.”
“What about him?”
I told her what the waitress had told me about him asking her to let him know when I came into the restaurant. She took it better than I thought she would.
“Yeah, I kind of figured he liked you like that.”
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“A little, but he’s told me lots of times that we aren’t exclusive.”
“Then why are you with him? Even if it’s just for occasional sex?”
She shrugged again. “I don’t know. When I’m around him I have fun. He makes me feel important, like I’m some major cog of government instead of just a lowly intern. He’s always asking me questions about my job. It makes me feel special.”
“April, you are special. Do you know how many people would kill to have the jobs we have?”
“I know.”
“You know what you need to do?”
“What’s that?”
“Tonight, at the club, find a different guy and spend the night with him. Someone other than Jamie.”
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