THE PRESIDENT'S GIRLFRIEND (4 page)

     When they stopped kissing and Dutch looked at her, he didn’t see any superwoman sex maven, but a lost kid, searching for love in all the wrong places, surprised that just a kiss could feel this good.  And it disturbed him.  Was she really ready for this?

     Although Gina didn’t feel like the lost kid he may have been making her out to be, she was, however, surprised.   She’d had her share of boyfriends in her past, and she thought she’d seen and felt all there was to this sex thing.  But in the hands of this man, she’d felt the kind of longing for affection she never dreamed was possible to feel.  Sex for her had always been a tiresome chore, something she simply had to endure to get where she needed to go, which was the affection part, which usually didn’t show up in the end anyway.  But this man was affection personified.  Especially when he placed his hand on her chin, and gently lifted her face up to his.

     “Sure you want to go through with this?” he asked her.  He would die where he stood if she wasn’t sure, his manhood was throbbing just that aggressively, but by that bewildered look in her eyes, he had to ask it. 

     Gina stared into his own expressive eyes.  Was this guy for real, or what, she wondered?  What man would care if she wanted to go through with anything?  They’d have her on that bed fucking her brains out regardless of what she wanted.  She agreed to do it and they wouldn’t care what she felt after that agreement.

     But this guy was different.  He seemed so genuine.  His kind, soft eyes seemed so concerned.  Of course, he could be a master player who was so good at the game that Gina didn’t even know she was being played.  But somehow, looking into his eyes, she doubted that. 

     And the thought of not going through with this, with this man, was a joke to her.  No way was she turning back now.  “Yes, I’m sure,” she said heartfelt and Dutch smiled.  And an enchanting smile it was, Gina thought, as she found herself staring at his perfect teeth.  Did this man have any flaws, she wondered?  But of course he did.  And big time flaws at that.  Why else, she reasoned, would a great looking, apparently successful dude like him need to spend his evening with some just beginning her career kid like her?

     Dutch, however, couldn’t think of anyone else he would rather be with.  He found everything about her pleasing.  He couldn’t say why.  He couldn’t point to anything about her that would seal the deal and make him label her the most gorgeous maven he’d ever had. 

     But there was something about her that touched him on a different level.  He saw more than mere gorgeousness when he looked at her.  And as he continued to remove her dress, and her panties completely, as his loins began to pulsate at the thought of fucking her, he
felt
her looks more than he saw them.  As if her true attractiveness was beyond the surface, and was alive with vitality and energy, the kind of attractiveness that would make the most beautiful of beauty queens look plain, drab, and so ordinary that, compared to her, they wouldn’t look beautiful at all.

     Dutch removed his clothes just as quickly as he had undressed her, rendering them both completely naked. 

     Gina had always made it her business to never stare at a her sex partner’s body, or at least not blatantly stare, but she couldn’t help herself this time.  She stared unblinkingly at Dutch’s strapping frame, from his muscular chest, to his flat, rib-lined stomach, to his big, fat manhood that dangled before her like a powerful, jewel ready to be possessed.  She’d never seen one quite this big, which wasn’t a complete stretch since she hadn’t seen
that
many.  But the sight of it, and the possibility of what that thick rod could do to her, caused her to intake air in a loud, sensual sigh.

     Dutch smiled when he heard her reaction to how well he was hung.  He was accustomed to such a reaction from females, but he was exceptionally pleased to see it in this woman before him.  To him it only confirmed his suspicion.  She wasn’t anywhere near as experienced as her natural self-assuredness made her out to be. 

     Gina tried to pivot from the point of admiration to actively participating in this affair, but after she reached out and touched his rod, and began caressing its long, thick form, something in him, some level of control, began to break.  He lifted her into his arms and laid her onto the bed, kissing her breasts, her stomach, spreading her legs, her sweet, womanly scent intoxicating him.  But he didn’t want to rush it. He moved up and began kissing her again.  But this time it was with more hunger, his lips bearing down on hers hard.

     She could feel his ever-expanding penis press against her womanhood, as he couldn’t seem able to stop kissing her.  Not that she wanted him to stop, because she didn’t.  But she was amazed at his ability to hold out.

     By the way he kissed her, it was surprising that they’d only just met, as her body began to match his in a passion that would have been shared more by long-time couples than one-night-stands.  This wasn’t sex.  She knew sex.  This was love making, a kind of sweet, wonderful, enchanting sensuality she’d never experienced before.

     He moved down the length of her magnificent body, kissing and caressing as he moved.  When he reached her thighs, he again parted her legs and began to explore her womanhood with his fingers, one stroke at a time, one finger at a time, and then both fingers, sliding in and out of her, making her ready, making her wet.

     He knew he didn’t know her like this, but he couldn’t help it.  He kissed her womanhood, and he couldn’t stop kissing and licking and eating it.  He wanted her so badly that he looked up at her, moved back up the length of her, and almost entered her raw.  He wanted to enter her raw. 

     But Gina was not that far gone, and she stopped him.   He may have been able to make her feel unlike anybody else had ever before, but he was still a man.  He put on a condom.

     Dutch entered her slowly, his penis expanding the further in he moved.  He looked at her as he explored her, as his penis moved in circular motions, touching her in such a way that she could feel the friction to every inch deep inside of her.  And this woman who was supposed to be so tough, had tears in her eyes as he fucked her.  He laid down on top of her, and pulled her into his arms.  He’d never felt this kind of connection before, not this kind, and he didn’t want it to end. 

     That was why he kept it slow and steady, gyrating his big, naked body in a rhythm that he didn’t even realize he knew.  Now he seemed like the master of its beat, moving in and out of her, inundating her with just the right slow drag that they both felt nearly drunk with sensuality. 

     For the longest time they gyrated together, like a slow drag they didn’t want to end, especially as the music was reaching it crescendo. 

     And when he began to release, he could feel it pour out of him and into her, and he began to pump harder, and faster as it poured, making sloshing sounds as it poured, as it slid down the sides of her thighs in a warm, sticky, silkiness.  And when the feeling reached its apex and then began to descend, they both lifted up too, in a spasm of tight, tense, beautifully explosive feelings, and then crashed back down.  They felt together.  They felt intoxicated.  They felt, each in their own way, breathtakingly alive.

     And when it was over, and Dutch rolled off of her, he pulled her into his arms.  Neither one of them knew what to say.  This was crazy.  This was supposed to be a hit and run, a roll in the hay, wasn’t that what this night was supposed to be about? 

     They didn’t know what to feel, or think, or say, so they didn’t feel, think, or say anything.  They just lay there, in each other’s arms, until the quietness overtook them, and they fell asleep.

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He woke up later that night to find her gone.  No goodbye, no note, gone.  And he almost panicked.  He knew she was on the sixth floor, although he didn’t know her room number nor her last name come to that, but he got out of bed and slipped in his pants anyway, ready to go find her room even if he had to knock on every door. 

     But his secondary cell phone rang.  Only three people in this world had that particular number.  His mother, his father, and his best friend and family attorney, Max Brennan.

     It was Max.  “Get to Nantucket, Dutch,” he said before Dutch could say hello.  The family compound was on Nantucket Island.

     “What’s happened?” Dutch asked.

     “It’s your father.  It’s Pop’s.”  There was a hesitation.  Then an enormous sigh.  “He’s dead, my friend,” Max said, a cry in his voice.  “Pop’s dead.”

     Dutch’s father had been in and out of hospitals a lot over the last few years, his heart not working quite right was the problem.  And his death should not have come as a shock to anyone. 

     But it was a shock to Dutch.  It shook him to his core.  And the idea of looking for anyone, of knocking on anybody’s hotel room door to begin some hot and heavy romance with what faced him now, was thoroughly out of the question.

THREE

TEN YEARS LATER

The ceremony was to take place in the East Room of the White House, and Regina Lansing, along with her business partner and best friend, Loretta “LaLa” King, were among the invited guests.  Not because she was some hot shot DC lobbyist or otherwise well-connected politico, but because her Newark, New Jersey organization, the Block by Block Raiders, was among those non-profit groups selected from across the country to receive the prestigious Presidential Mountain Movers award.  And the president himself would be the presenter.

     “Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer said in a deep, roaring voice, “the President of the United States!”

    
Hail to the Chief
music began to blare throughout the room and everybody stood to their feet.  Gina was so nervous she could hear her heart pounding as she stood in anticipation of the president’s arrival.  Would he remember her?  Or was that night as forgettable for him as it was memorable for her?

    
Her bet was that he simply didn’t remember her.  After all, it was a decade ago and he seemed to her to be a well-experienced hand at one-night stands.  But even if he did remember, and to avoid any questions they decided to rescind the award, that wouldn’t stop her goal.  She wasn’t here just to collect some award.  She was mainly here to shine a light on the government’s disastrous budget cuts that were decimating programs like hers.  And when it was her time to get on that stage and give her acceptance speech on behalf of Block by Block Raiders, or BBR as they called it, she was going to make her feelings clear.  If the president didn’t veto Congress’s upcoming budget requests, BBR and many organizations like it would have to close its doors.

    
And even when the president entered, walking his fine self onto the stage with that elegant, controlled stride he was famous for, and the entire room seemed to get a jolt of giddy excitement just by his presence alone, she was still determined to stand her ground. 

     She remembered him.  It was years ago, but she remembered it as if it was last night.  She remembered his big body on top of hers, gyrating her in such an expert way that she left that hotel suite in a daze.  And his rod, she still had dreams about that thick rod inside of her, caressing and then pounding her, all stiff and hard.