THE PRESIDENT'S GIRLFRIEND (26 page)

     He squeezed and kissed her ass that sat like two gorgeous, tight cheeks in front of him.  He kissed her cheeks, sucked and bit her cheeks, and opened her up to suck and lick her vagina.  Her body reacted immediately when his tongue found her clit, and he flicked on it so much that she almost came in his face.

     And when he began to groan, and expand even more in her own mouth, she knew it was time.  And he took over then, lying her back onto his stomach and lifting her up, her legs in the air, as he began sliding his penis into her, sliding it in as if it was going through a tunnel so familiar, so relaxing that it kept teasing, kept sliding in and out, out and in, until the feeling became too intense to tease.

     He spread her legs apart and rammed further and further into her, lifting her up and down on his penis, as he moved in deeper and deeper with every lift up, until he was pounding her, flesh pounding against flesh in the quietness of their room. 

     He became so engorged that he released into her with a splash that made him even more excited, that made him pound her even harder, the slime sliding out and slapping against her ass, until her body arched too high, because she couldn’t bear the intensity of the feeling any longer, and he arched higher, to keep pounding her. 

     Until finally she arched too high for him to reach.  And they both fell back down.

     And just like that, as she continued to lay on top of him, as he wrapped her into his arms and wanted to cry with the joy and love he felt for this special lady, all of the chatter and doomsday scenarios that clogged up every inch of Washington discussions, meant nothing more to them than other people’s problems. 

EPILOGUE

The election was called early, at exactly nine-twenty-two pm.  And it was no contest.  The winner was cocky with elation and the loser, more subdued, had to face his supporters, too.

     The crowds began to swell now, from one-two-three hundred to thousands was now the estimate, as their loyalty for Dutch Harber, the embattled president, became more and more evident.  Many of his supporters felt that he had gotten a rotten deal ever since that Kate
Marris
pregnancy story broke.  And even after her unfortunate miscarriage, the media still wouldn’t let up, pouncing on Dutch for not giving his condolences in person.  But what was the man to do?  She had lied on him, lied in an orchestrated attempt to bring his presidency down, and he was supposed to just overlook that fact and feel sorry for her?

     That was why his supporters felt as if he had been treated unfairly beyond belief, while  his opponent, Kentucky Governor Ray
Branchett
, had gotten a free ride.  No digging into his dubious land deals and questionable business practices before he became Governor of Kentucky.  Nothing but praise and more praise for him. 

     But the crowds kept coming, right there on the south lawn of the White House.  No major convention hall had been booked because it seemed wholly unnecessary.  Only the faithful few would show up at the loser’s concession speech, was the theory.

     But tonight was different.  Electricity was in the air.  And when the announcement came, the silence was penetrable. 

     “Ladies and gentlemen, after a year-long contest that tried the souls of man, we are pleased to present the man who ran an honest campaign, who refused to bow down to special interests groups and so-called friends who advised him to go negative and stay negative.  He stayed positive.  And tonight, the American people have spoken and have made clear that they want a positive leader, that they want hope over fear, that they want character over bravado.  Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the newly reelected President of the United States, Walter “Dutch” Harber, and still first lady, Regina Harber!”

     The crowd went wild as Dutch and Gina made their way to the makeshift stage.  It was all thrown together last minute, when exit polling began to break their way.  The pollsters were saying no, Dutch didn’t stand a chance, but somehow, to the delight of Dutch and Gina, the pollsters proved wrong.

     Dutch couldn’t stop grinning as he and Gina waved and waved to a crowd that was nearly delirious with happiness.  He took a moment and looked at Gina, who could not have looked more radiant to him. 

     “We actually pulled this off,” he said with a grin only the Cheshire Cat could top.

     “Thank God,” she said, more relieved than he would ever know. 

     Their love became their tonic as they clasped hands and pumped their fists in the kind of triumphant jubilation only those who have come back from the brink could feel. 

     Gina couldn’t stop grinning, because she knew what the brink looked like.  Everybody said they weren’t going to make it.  Everybody said a woman like her would drag a man like him down.  Everybody said everything negative they could fix their venomous mouths to say.  But God, Gina thought, as she stared proudly at her victorious husband, said different.

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