“I understand. Hey, you’re wearing it.” I pointed to the flag pin on his lapel.
He looked down. “Yes. Actually, I like it a lot. I wish I’d thought of it myself. Tell your friend I said thanks. Will you be seeing him tonight?”
I smiled. “I don’t have any plans to, but he does seem to pop up wherever I go. But no, I plan on spending the evening at home, by myself, eating dinner out of the microwave and wishing I was with you.”
He chuckled. “If I didn’t know you, I’d think you were trying to make me feel guilty.”
“No, not at all. Unless it’s working.”
He grinned. “Maybe it is.”
“Oh really? How guilty do you feel?”
“Enough to invite you over here tomorrow so we could spend Saturday evening together. Do you have plans?”
“I’m supposed to have breakfast with April, but nothing after that.”
“Perfect. Come by at five.”
I wanted to make sure he wasn’t planning on donning another of his disguises and taking me on another road trip. “So, we’ll just hang around here?”
“Yes. Just us two.”
“Sounds nice.”
“It’s time, Sarah.”
I gave him a curious look. “Time?”
He smiled. “Time for us to finally be together.”
My eyes opened wide in surprise. “Are you serious?”
“I wouldn’t joke about something like that.”
I smiled and felt a warm feeling go through me. I stared at him without speaking.
“I’m looking forward to being with you,” he said.
I took a deep breath. “Oh god, I want you so much.”
We heard footsteps in the hall, and turned to see a distinguished older gentleman step into the doorway.
“Representative Clifton, come on in,” the President said. “We’re just finishing up here.”
The man walked in, followed by four other people, two of them women. I recognized a few of them from television.
The President turned to me. “Thank you, Miss Hayes. I’ll take a look at these letters, but I’m sure I won’t find any problems. You have a great weekend.”
I smiled. “I’m sure I will, Mr. President.”
Chapter 25
“What’s gotten into you today?” April asked, as we sat across from each other over breakfast.
I smiled. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re up to something,” she said, “I can see it in your eyes.”
I giggled. “You’re being silly.”
The truth was, I could hardly contain myself. I wanted to tell her everything, and share my excitement with her, but I knew I couldn’t. This evening seemed so far off, and I felt it would never get here.
She eyed me suspiciously. “I’ll figure it out.”
“There’s nothing to figure out.” I decided I’d better change the subject. “How are you and Jamie doing?”
“Not so good.” He hasn’t called since he spent the night. I thought that was a sign he wanted more with me, but I guess not.”
I reached over and placed my hand over hers. “April, why do you put yourself through this? It’s obvious he’s not ready to settle down to one girl.”
She shrugged. “I know.”
“Why don’t you give Marcus a call? He seemed genuinely interested in you.”
“Yeah, maybe I will. Have you seen Jamie?”
“I haven’t seen him since my date with Reginald two nights ago.”
“Is there anything going on between you two?”
“No. Why do you think that?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like you’re keeping a secret from me, like the way you’re acting this morning. And when I asked him what you two did after I left with Marcus, he told me that nothing happened, but I could tell he was lying. Sarah, I told you I didn’t mind if you were with him, but it bothers me to think you two are doing something behind my back.”
I realized I had to tell her the truth.
“April, something did happen that night, but it’s not what you think.”
“What happened?”
“Jamie tried to kiss me at the club, and I got angry with him and left. But when I was walking home, two guys attacked me in the park.”
“Oh my god!”
“And then Jamie showed up. He’d been following me, making sure I got home safely. He rescued me.”
“Oh my god!” she repeated.
“One of the guys had a knife, and Jamie was cut, so I invited him into my apartment so I could clean him.”
“He was cut?”
“Yes, right here on the side. You didn’t notice it when you were with him?”
“Yeah. I asked him about it, but he said it was nothing.”
“Anyway, after I got a bandage on him, he tried to kiss me again. Since he’d just rescued me, I allowed him to do it for a while, but then I stopped him. And then he left. That’s all that happened.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
I sighed. “April, I feel bad this guy keeps coming onto me, when it’s obvious you like him more than you’re willing to admit. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I’m sorry, I should have said something.”
She smiled. “So you’re still a virgin?”
I laughed. “Yes.”
At least for the next few hours.
“And here I was, thinking you were so giddy this morning because you had a secret date with Jamie later.”
“April, that’s silly.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
I decided a little lie was better than a big one. “To tell you the truth, I am looking forward to this evening.”
“Why?”
“I have a date.”
“With who?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Why not?”
“Because he works in the West Wing. One of the President’s staff.”
Her eyes got big. “Really?”
“Yes. But for obvious reasons, we have to keep it a secret.”
“Is it McGraw?”
“I can’t discuss it.”
“Is he married?”
“April, please don’t play Sherlock Holmes here. I’m risking a lot just by telling you about it.”
“Okay. So you have a date?”
“Yes.”
“Where are you going?”
“Just out for dinner.”
She shook her head. “I’m not buying it. You’re like a happy little school girl over there. This is more than dinner.”
I grinned.
It took her a moment, and then her mouth opened in shock. “You’re going to do it, aren’t you?”
My grin widened.
“You slut!”
I giggled.
“I’m going to want all the details on Monday.”
“Sorry, but like I said, I’m sworn to secrecy.”
“You bitch!”
We both laughed.
Chapter 26
I arrived at the White House on time, and the President was in his office, signing some papers.
“Good afternoon, Sarah. Just give me a few seconds to finish these.”
“Yes sir.”
I was too nervous to sit, so I wandered around the office, looking at the various plaques and photos on the walls and shelves. I smiled when I saw the photo of the President with my dad and me. Looking closely at the picture, I focused on where the President’s hand was resting lightly on my shoulder, and I felt a small shudder of desire go through me.
A second later, I felt his real hand touch my real shoulder as he moved behind me, pressing his warmth against my back. When he spoke, I felt his breath on my ear.
“You look beautiful today.”
I inhaled deeply and leaned back into him, feeling his strength take over as his arms slid around my waist. He kissed my neck, and I sighed softly.
His lips moved up to my ear, and he whispered, “I’ve been
looking forward to today.”
This time it was a low moan that escaped my lips, and I felt myself trembling. He pulled me tighter against him and kissed my neck again.
After a moment, he said, “Let’s go upstairs.”
Once again, we walked from the West Wing to the main building, through the Palm Room, and up the elevator. It took us to the third floor, and the President held my hand as he led me to the Solarium.
This time, I sat in the middle of the couch, and he took a seat beside me.
“Nice dress,” he said, “is it new?”
“Yes. Just got it today.” April had helped me select it, along with the lacy white bra and panty set I was wearing.
He smiled. “I’m honored.”
“And I’m nervous.”
He chuckled. “Relax. We’ll have dinner soon.”
“I don’t think I can eat.”
“Then you’re going to disappoint Harold, who did me a favor and came in on the weekend to make us something special.”
I grinned. “Now who’s trying to use guilt?”
Smiling, he said, “I just want you to keep your energy up. You’re going to need it.”
I felt a shiver of pleasure go through me, and a throb of wetness between my legs. “Ohhh. Keep talking like that and I’m not going to make it through dinner.”
He leaned in closer and his eyes held mine. “While we’re eating, I want you to think about what we’re going to do. I want you to imagine what it’s going to feel like having me inside of you.”
I shivered again. “Oh god.”
“That’s it. Just like that. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
He moved even closer and brought his lips to my ear. Whispering, he said, “I am going to take you, and there’s nothing you can do about it, do you understand?”
“Ohhhh.” I shuddered visibly and pressed my thighs tightly together. My nipples stood up hard, making small bumps at the front of my dress.
“I asked you a question, Sarah.”
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“That’s good.” He leaned back, keeping his eyes on me. I realized I hadn’t been breathing while we were close, and inhaled deeply. It seemed like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.
We heard the sound of a cart rolling up the ramp, and turned to see Harold at the door. I got up and opened it for him.
“Good evening, Miss Hayes, Mr. President.”
“Hello, Harold,” I replied. “Something smells good.”
He lifted the silver cover to show me. “It’s my specialty. Steak au Poivre with Cognac Sauce, served with arugula and camembert salad, and a strawberry torte for dessert.”
“That’s sounds delicious.”
“Tastes even better,” he said with a wink. “If I do say so myself.”
I laughed, and stepped out of the way as he rolled the cart over to the table. We took our seats and he placed our plates in front of us. He then opened a bottle of wine and poured some into our glasses.
“Will there be anything else, sir?” he asked.
“You’ve outdone yourself, Harold,” the President said. “Thank you. And thank you for spending time here on your day off. Why don’t you go home to your family and give them my apologies? We’ll take it from here.”
“Thank you, sir.” He turned to me. “Have a good evening, Miss Hayes. Hope you enjoy the meal.”
“Thank you, Harold. I’m sure I will.”
Once again, the food was delicious, and I was hungrier than I thought I was. But the wonderful taste of the food couldn’t prevent me from bringing the President’s words to mind, and the desire coursed through me as I imagined what we would be doing in a few short minutes.
The wine was excellent, and I wasn’t sure if it was it or my lust that made me slightly lightheaded. As the President’s and my eyes met while we ate, I would smile softly, letting him know I was obeying his command.
When we got to the cheesecake, he took a forkful of his and held it out to me. I opened my mouth, allowing him to place it on my tongue. The sweetness filtered through my senses as our eyes locked on each other.
I was halfway through mine when I laid my fork down and looked at him.
“Full?” he asked.
“No.”
He raised one eyebrow.
“I’ve followed your command, and if I sit here another minute watching you, I’m going to come in my panties on this chair.”
His eyes twinkled as he set down his napkin. “It’s time.”
He stood, and I began to get up also, but he held out his hand and stopped me.
“No. Just sit there for another minute. I have to quickly do something.”
“Do you promise to hurry?”
“Yes.” He turned and walked out the door and down the ramp.
Chapter 27
It took all of my willpower not to slide my hand up under my dress and caress my tight clit. My pussy felt swollen and hot, and sparks of pleasure were arcing out from between my legs. I had never felt this much desire in my life.
I nibbled at my cheesecake as I waited for his return, but I could hardly taste it. When I stared at the clock on the wall, the second hand appeared to be moving in slow motion. I drank the rest of the wine in my glass.
Finally, I heard footsteps coming up the ramp, and he reappeared. He was holding a folded blue silk scarf in his hand. I looked at it curiously, but instead of taking his seat, he moved behind me.
I heard the whisper of the silk as he opened it, and then again as he refolded it. What was he doing? I could feel my heartbeat in my chest as I held my breath.
My question was answered a moment later when I felt the scarf brush against my hair, and then down over my forehead. He adjusted it, and the folded band of silk settled over my eyes. My heart leapt in my chest.
The darkness descended as he pulled it tight, and I felt his fingers working, tying it into a knot at the back of my head. I let out a soft moan.
Next, I felt my chair being lifted slightly and pulled back from the table. Then, a pair of strong arms slid under my legs and behind my back, and I was lifted into the air. My shoulder rested against his chest as I sensed the world turning, and then we were walking. When we got to the bottom of the ramp, I lost all sense of direction, and had no idea where he was taking me.
At one point, I had a sense of descending steps, and then we were off again, sensing the world moving around me. Finally, we stopped, and he set me down on my feet, holding me by my hips as I regained my balance.
I swiveled my head, trying to catch a glimmer of light so I could get my bearings and figure out where we were. But the scarf held tight, and I was bathed in complete darkness.
He stepped close to me, and with his hands still on my hips, he pulled me into him. I felt his breath on my lips before he made contact, and then he was kissing me, soft and urgent. I responded by kissing him back, my tongue meeting his, the contact being my only tether to reality from my darkness.
I felt his hands on me as our kiss continued, moving over my body and caressing me gently. I groaned softly each time he touched a sensuous spot, and sucked lustfully at his probing tongue.
Suddenly, he broke our kiss and stepped back, leaving me standing there in the middle of nothing. I reached out, but all I felt was air, and I could feel uneasiness growing in my stomach.
But it dissipated as his touch returned, and now he was standing behind me, his fingers working at the buttons of my dress. I felt the garment loosen as he worked his way downward, and when the last button was released, he slid his hands upward, under the material and over my bare shoulders.
Keeping his hands moving, he slid them down my arms, pushing the dress as he went, and it was tugged down over my breasts. My nipples felt hard as diamonds, straining against the confines of my bra.
As he pushed the dress over my hips, he let it fall, and I felt it brush down over my thighs and knees, collecting around my feet on the floor. He moved aro
und me to the front, and then knelt down, his hands lifting my feet and pulling off my shoes, one at a time.
I stood before him now in only my bra and panties, and he paused, and I knew he was watching me. I took a deep breath and sighed on the exhale, expressing my lust without words.
I felt his hands on my hips, and from the angle I realized he was still on his knees in front of me. The fingers slid under the elastic edge of the waistband, and he pushed them down, over my thighs and calves to join my dress on the floor.
He paused again, and I moaned. He responded by holding my hips, and I felt him kiss me, right at the top of my slit, through the soft, curly hairs. I groaned and pressed my hips forward, but he was gone, already standing and moving behind me.
My bra clasp came loose, and the tight material slackened, but my breasts held firm, full and flushed, the nipples stiff and erect. He slid the straps off my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.
He pressed against my back, and I could tell he was still dressed. His hands slid around and cupped my breasts, and I groaned as his palms slid over my engorged peaks. He leaned down and sucked on the skin of my neck, letting his fingers play over my swollen nipples.
I groaned out a whisper. “Please.”
His lips grazed against my ear. “Do you belong to me?” he whispered warmly.
“Yesss.”
“Only me?”
“Yesss, only you.”
“Are you mine to do with as I desire?”
“Yes, whatever you want. Please. I am yours.”
He picked me up again, but we only moved a short distance before he lowered me, this time on my back. I felt the soft comfort of a mattress below me, and the cool sensation of crisp sheets. I tried to reach for him, wanting to pull them down with me, but he stood and eluded my grasp.
I was on a bed. A memory came back to me, of my father and me visiting the President’s bedroom. Was that where I was? Had my prediction of losing my virginity in that room come true?
He took my hand in his and held it so that my arm was straight, pointed up towards the corner of the mattress. Next, I felt something soft and thick encircle my wrist, and my arm was held there, unable to move.
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