27 comments/  42542 views/  22 favorites

Reesa

By: Lost_Yonder



"'The Washintonian's' Most Eligible Bachelor in DC certainly didn't smile much as a kid, must have been because you were so accident prone. How many different bones did you break?"

"Why are you looking at my photo album? Is The Post now going to do a story on my childhood?"

"No, come on, let me look, we've been dating for almost two months now and I know nothing about you except being childhood friends with the First Lady, Yale law, Chicago community organizing, and whamo, you are one of the top advisors to the President of the United States. Oh, is this obituary of your father? That must have been difficult for your mother. How old were you?"

"12 but ..."

"You see, I knew you could smile! Oh, now I get it, I see the connection, you were a basketball star. Is that how you got to know the President?"

"It helped. Speaking of which, I'm suppose to be meeting Ryan shortly over at the neighborhood court. Don't you have that interview in a bit, or do we have enough time for a quickie?"

"A quickie? Really Stephen, please don't be so crass."

"Come on Lynda, you know you need a good fuck," Stephen said as he leaned over from behind her, placing his hands on her small tits.

"Stephen, stop! You know I don't like that, and get your hands off me. What's gotten into you?" Lynda pushed his arms away and put down the photo album she'd been glancing through. She stood up, glaring at him. 

"Yes, yes," he said, almost sighing. "Will you be around tonight?"

"Sorry, but you know I have this dinner, it'll be late then I'm off with the President on his tour of Europe. I'm sorry you aren't coming. I guess I'll see you in about a week."

"Yes, I suppose in a week. Enjoy the trip."

Lynda gave him a light peck on the lips and let herself out as Stephen went upstairs to change for his basketball game. A little one-on-one would be good right now, he reflected; help get his mind off being so horny. He laughed to himself, "How did I ever end up with such a prude, must be my punishment for previous sins, no doubt."

Stephen walked over to the local neighborhood basketball court where he enjoyed playing and shooting, finding himself in another world from the one he worked in at the White House. There was a younger black girl shooting at one end by herself, so he began warming up at the other end of the court waiting for his colleague, Ryan. After a few minutes he heard his phone ringing, it was Ryan to apologize that he wasn't able to make it, his wife having made other plans for him.

Stephen continued to shoot by himself, enjoying the time alone, no thoughts of politics to disrupt him. 

"Yo! Hey you. What you doing? Sleeping over there? Can you toss me my ball?"

Stephen was jolted from his quiet focus on his shooting, by the yelling girl. He looked around and saw her ball rolling by which he ran and scooped up. Rather than toss it to her, he dribbled it over to the other side of the court and introduced himself. 

"I'm Reesa," the attractive young black girl replied. Stephen sized her up, guessing her to be in her early 20s, and noticing quite joyfully her well-endowed breasts that jiggled every time she moved.

"Yo, white boy, I'm up here!"

Stephen had been busted staring at her breasts and turned a few shades red as he moved his eyes back up to her equally beautiful young face. She was dark, with full lips, a thin face with high cheek bones, a long neck, and perfect black silky skin.

"What's your game, you into us dark ladies, or what?"

"Just appreciating the view, not too many beautiful sights in this neighborhood."

"Your lame. You gotta do better than that white boy if you want to get into my pants."

Stephen just started laughing, taken aback by her boldness.

"Looks like yous got stood up by your friend. So let's make this interesting. A lil one-on-one?"

"I don't know, I don't want to embarrass you or anything. I mean how would it look if you got your ass wooped by a 'white boy'?" slipping into his best ability to pull off a ghetto accent.

Reesa cracked up laughing, whether by his horrible fake accent or his claim to being able to beat her, Stephen didn't know. But amused none the less, particularly as her laughter made her big tits shake under her t-shirt.

"Oh, white boy talks big. Too bad you ain't big where it counts."

"My dear, you don't know what you are missing out on."

"Shit man, you's all talk. OK, let's put your money where your mouth is. Game of 21. You win, you get to see my tits that you keep staring at. I win, I get to see your puny ass of a dick and you pay me a hundred bucks."

"What? You've got to be kidding me. My dick plus a hundred bucks? That doesn't seem fair."

"Dayum, you should pay me more, but I'm going light on you. That's the deal, take it or leave it. You know who's going to kick who's ass, so you better have that hundred."

Stephen stood there for a moment staring at her, wondering if she was for real. And wondering if this wasn't some kind of setup. He could see the headlines tomorrow, White House aide busted in basketball sex scandal. 

As he stood there wondering what to do, Reesa shook her tits at him.

"What you waiting for white boy? Ain't you tempted?"

Stephen couldn't help but laugh. This was too unreal to be a setup.

"Here, I'll even let you bring the ball in first. You ain't got a chance girl. I can't wait."

"You'll be waiting a long time, loser."

With that Reesa took the ball from Stephen and ran it back to half court and started dribbling her way in. Stephen played her loosely, trying to feel her game out. It was a mistake, she easily drove him in towards the basket and took a jump shot. Within a few minutes the score was six to nothing, Reesa.

"Looks like I'm going to get to see me a white dick tonight!" Reesa said laughing in Stephen's face.

Now it was his time to step up his game. Next time Reesa drove to the basket he gracefully blocked her, grabbing the ball and taking it back out. Not giving her anytime to recover from her ego trip he drove into her, spun around and made an easy lay-up. Within no time, the score was 10-6, Stephen.

"Shit, white boy has a few moves. You obviously been playing in the ghetto before. They ain't no high school gym moves. You're good, but it ain't over yet, old man."

"Old man? Look who just out ran whom?"

Stephen took, and missed, an easy hook shot, Reesa getting the rebound. Back and forth they went, neither giving up anything to the other. It was now 18-16, Stephen, and he sensed Reesa was getting a little nervous. The thought of letting her win passed through his mind, but then he saw those tits jiggle and couldn't resist the temptation. He drove hard, scored quickly, then again, beating Reesa.

"Shit! Your good, not bad for an old white boy. Where did you learn to play?"

"On the streets of Chicago. Now what about that bet," Stephen said with a big ole shit eating grin on his face.

"What you some kind of pervert. Think I'm just going to strip off my top here? Where you live?"

"Seriously, that's OK, you don't have to. I appreciate the offer though. It was a good game."

"You serious? You been bumping into me, trying to feel me up all evening, now you don't want to see them? What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, it's really not necessary. I enjoyed the game, that's enough for me."

Their conversation continued as Stephen picked up his ball and started walking home, Reesa at his side.

"You actually live in this neighborhood? What you fucking crazy? Oh, I see, you live in one of those old rich folks home. Damn, not only you play basketball but you also got money. I should of hustled a little more, gotten my hundred bucks."

Soon they were at Stephen's row house, and he wasn't sure how to proceed. He thanked Reesa for the game and suggested they meet again for another game soon.

"What you ain't inviting me in at least for a glass of water? Dayum, you white folks are much too paranoid. What you think I'm going to beat you over the head and rob your sorry ass? Shit, you all the same."

"No, no, it ain't that at all. You don't know shit about me, so stop with your lame ass stereotypes. It's just complicated, that's all."

"Oh, I see, you're married? Or, what?"

"No, I ..."

"So, then what is it?" Reesa asked, cutting him off.

"It's just that ... I don't know, it's just an awkward situation."

"Awkward? What, black girl seen going into white guy's house, like I'm some ho? That's what you afraid of? What your sorry ass white neighbors are going to think?"

"Fuck, you don't let up do you? It has nothing to do with my neighbors or who you are. It's who I am. It's sensitive. You get it?"

"No, I just wanted a glass of water."

Stephen looked at her a moment, realizing there was no way out. In fact, he was beginning to be glad there was no way out, he didn't mind her company at all. He liked her attitude.

"Just water? Don't want dinner too?" He jokingly asked.

"Now that you are offering, sounds nice. You cook? Of course you do, white boys know how to cook. What you making?"

Stephen just laughed, not sure what he was getting himself into, but intrigued by Reesa's boldness.

"Better be some real food, like steak 'n potatoes, no lame ass white folks' food like pasta with artichoke hearts or some inedible shit like that."

"I'm impressed you even know what artichoke hearts are. I'm beginning to sense you were actually white once, particularly the way you play basketball, like some white girl!" Stephen accused her, laughing hard as Reesa glared at him.

"Fuck you, just wait till next time, I'll take your ass," she spat out at him.

As they bantered back and forth, Stephen let her into his three-storey row house, just a few blocks from the Capitol. Reesa didn't say much as she walked in, checking out his things, piles of books and papers in the living room, a well stocked kitchen, and even more books and papers in a back sitting room, along with all the electronic gadgets a 40 year old bachelor could get his hands onto.

Reesa plopped herself onto the couch in the back sitting room, that opened out onto a back patio and garden, complete with a hot tub. She thumbed through a few of the books lying around, all on different subjects from education and health care, to Afghanistan and India's global economy.

"Guess this is how the President's right-hand man keeps himself busy," Reesa tossed out.

"How do you know who I am?"

"What do you mean? Everybody knows who you are. You're a celebrity. At least in this neighborhood."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm serious, everybody knows you live here, you are one of the few people around here they actually care anything about, white boy working for the black man who became President."

"I've only lived here for two months, how does anybody know who I am?"

"Are you serious? You're like on the news every night, plus all the attention you got during the campaign, people here respect you, being old friends with the First Lady."

"So your little bet earlier was just pulling my leg, teasing me?"

"We'll see," she said, giving him a smile then walking out his sliding glass doors to the back yard.

"Just your luck, I bought some ribeye steaks yesterday. Shall we grill them?"

"I'm your guest, whatever you feed me, I'll eat."

Stephen told Reesa to make herself at home while he went and showered while the steaks marinated. Once up in his bedroom, he wondered more about who she was and what she was wanting, guessing either she was on some kind of reconnaissance to let others in the neighborhood know about him, or someone just intrigued by his position of power and wanting to try and get an in. Though, she definitely wasn't the usual DC mover and shaker, a breed he was only just getting used to. 

After Stephen showered, he offered Reesa if she wanted to go shower.

"What, you got spy cams in there so you can see my tits or something?"

"Yeah, and they run a live feed to my website -- Sisters of the Hood."

"I knew you were into us black girls. I bet you and the First Lady did it. Though she's like a foot taller than your sorry ass!"

"Go shower, your sorry ass stinks."

On and on they bantered as he took her upstairs and pulled out a towel for her, showing her the guest bathroom to use.

When Reesa returned, she was wearing jeans she had carried in her sports bag, though still wearing her sweaty tee shirt. Stephen offered her one of his, she settling on a white Oxford. The shirt obviously being a few sizes too big, Reesa left the bottom buttons undone and tied it up, exposing her hard stomach. She also left plenty of buttons undone on top, showing off her ample cleavage, her bra-encased tits clearly on display as her dark skin made the white shirt seem nearly transparent. Stephen couldn't help but stare.

"I knew you was white," he joked when she came back downstairs, though his eyes were glued to her dark cleavage.

"Yeah, and you were born a poor black child. Now, where's my dinner you promised me? Letting you win earlier made me hungry."

Over dinner Stephen was able to tone down the racial bantering and actually discovered Reesa to be highly engaging and intelligent. She was still very guarded, reluctant to tell him anything about herself, but openly entered into discussions on politics and policies of the new administration. Reesa was well read, kept up with the political rhetoric of the day, and offered some original thoughts of her own, drawing upon her perspective of life, having grown up in one of the poorer neighborhoods of DC. Beyond the fact that she lived with her grandmother, Stephen learned nothing about Reesa's personal life.

By the time they finished dinner they were well into their second bottle of wine. Stephen cleared the patio table and invited Reesa back into the warm inside. While straightening up the kitchen Reesa fiddled with his cd player, putting on a few R&B albums. When Stephen walked back out to the sitting area, Reesa was standing, slowly gyrating with the music, seemingly in her own world. With her back to him, Stephen just stood there and watched, his eyes fixated on her swaying hips, her shapely ass so perfectly accentuated in the tight jeans she was wearing.

As she turned around, still dancing with the music, Reesa untied the lower part of her shirt, and started undoing the remaining few buttons.

"So, how about I make good on that bet," Reesa seductively asked.

"Woe, Reesa, stop. You don't need to do that. Honestly, I didn't invite you in here just for that."

"I know that. But what if I want it? What if I want to show you? Do you want to see?" Saying that, Reesa finished unbuttoning her shirt, holding it partly open she exposed her inviting cleavage. 

"Reesa, you know who I am, I have to be careful about these things. You are a very beautiful woman, intelligent and so very attractive, but I don't know if this is a good idea." Stephen pleaded, mostly with himself.

In one quick move, Reesa removed the shirt, tossing it on the couch and unhooked her bra, letting it slide completely off, exposing her luscious, dark breasts to Stephen.

"Oh god. Those are .. wow; you are so beautiful. Reesa, are you sure? Do you know what you are doing?" he said as he walked slowly towards here.

Reesa didn't reply, she just held up both her breasts in her hands, like an offering. Looking into her eyes, he could see the lust, the desire, which he also felt raging through his own body. Since taking up his position as senior advisor in the new administration, Stephen had been well behaved compared to his wilder bachelor lifestyle he had been leading in Chicago. He had started dating Lynda Matheson, a journalist with the Washington Post, whom he had first met on the campaign trail. Lynda was stunningly beautiful, catching everyone's attention when she walked into a room, men and women all appreciating her distinctive looks and how she carried herself. Yet, when it came down to sex, she was a prude; her whole life being highly controlled. She refused to suck his dick, but one night did finally relent to allowing him to jerk off and cum over her tits, probably the wildest thing she'd ever done. Even though she initially didn't like the idea of him going down on her, she eventually discovered how much she loved having her pussy eaten, though forced him to wash his face and brush his teeth afterwards before she would even think of kissing.

And here was Reesa, half his age, topless, inviting him to suck on her big beautiful black tits. Without a second thought, Stephen delved in, leaning over and kissing between her tits, feeling the soft lobes brush against his cheeks. He started sucking on one then the other of her nipples, gently nibbling them and massaging them with his fingers. Reesa moaned, welcoming his warm mouth, rubbing her hands through his hair as he continued his oral assault on her tits. 

After a few moments of enjoying Reesa's soft treasures, he stood up, grabbed her, pulling her tight against his body and kissed her. Their mouths met without hesitation or holding back, her tongue darting into his mouth. Reaching down, Stephen grabbed her ass pulling her even tighter into his body, feeling her tits squished against his chest, her pussy against his dick. Reesa felt his hard cock press against her and wiggled her hips slowly, grinding her pussy into him. 

Breaking the kiss, Stephen cupped her face in his hands, holding her still, looking into her eyes. They were dark, no doubt used to hiding her emotions behind a veil, but he did see them glistening, he saw passion, lust, hidden deep within them. Reesa was panting hard, expectantly.

"Your beautiful," he whispered.

He kissed her again, their mouths molding into one, their tongues dancing to their own seductive tune. He kissed her cheek, her ear, her neck and of course her tits again.

Standing back away from her, holding one of her hands, he said "shall we go upstairs?"

Reesa took a deep breath and gave him a slight nod. She wasn't expecting this, still not really sure this is what she wanted. She thought she was just going to tease him a bit and then walk out, leaving him with some blue balls. But when they started kissing, she lost herself, she found herself wanting him.

Walking up to him, she hugged Stephen. He held her tight as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Stephen," she whispered, "will you make love to me? Don't fuck me, don't use me, but love me, just this night?"

He heard her voice quake as she asked, her hard shell had cracks and he was being sucked in.

Breaking the hug, Stephen once again stepped back, looking into her face, holding both her hands to their sides. Her eyes were wet.

"You are a beautiful woman, Reesa. I'll do whatever you desire. I want to make love to you tonight. I want to hold you, caress you, feel your naked body wrapped in mine."

Reesa started to say something, but he shushed her, putting a finger on her lips. Holding hands, they walked up the stairs to his master bedroom.

Stephen walked Reesa over to the bed and laid her down on her back, crawling partially over her, they began kissing while his hands journeyed over the many curves of her body, discovering new delights. As he slid his hand over her hips, Reesa spread her legs. Rather than going straight for her pussy, he teased her, reaching his arm down and rubbing the inside of her thighs. Reesa was squirming, as he broke the kiss and started making his way down her neck, her chest, enjoying her luscious tits. As he was sucking on one of her nipples he decided enough was enough and squeezed his hand tightly over her pussy. She moaned loudly, instinctively lifting her hips up, pushing her pussy tighter into his hand.

He kissed his way down her hard stomach, stopping just above her jeans. He then undid them, pulling them down over her hips and off her legs. As he pulled her jeans down, her panties slid down with them, exposing her young pussy, with just a small tuft of black curly hair above it. He stripped her naked then kneeling beside her started to kiss her body all over. Her tits, her belly button, her neck, her cleavage, all the while he started teasing her pussy with his hand, playing with her pussy lips and prominent clit.


Reesa Ch. 02



The medics allowed Stephen to ride in the back of the ambulance. They put an oxygen mask on Reesa and started her with an IV. They also put a patch on her shoulder blade to help with the pain. She was breathing heavily but it was apparent that with each breath there was pain, he could see it in her eyes. Slowly she began to calm down as they neared the George Washington medical center. Stephen jumped out of the ambulance and watched as they wheeled her away. 

He spoke to one of the admitting nurses, who recognizing him, told him that a doctor would be with her immediately and then report anything to him. She questioned him about family and insurance, he replying that her grandmother would be there shortly.

Stephen paced up and down, not exactly sure what to do. He immediately called Jack, the in-charge of security. Jack told him not to talk to anyone, except get the medical report from the doctor and wait till he arrived, which would be about thirty minutes.

Shortly after closing his cell phone a nurse came up to him, "Mr. Williams? The young woman we just admitted would like a word with you."

"Is she ok? Is there any internal damage?"

"We don't know yet Mr. Williams. The doctor ordered an MRI and only then will we know."

As Stephen thanked her for the information the nurse led him down a hall into a small room where Reesa was lying on a bed, hooked up to an IV, oxygen tubes in her nostrils, and several wires connected to a monitor. 

Stephen rushed up to her and grabbed her hand, being careful not to touch her anywhere she might be bruised. She looked a mess. Someone beat her badly. There was a bandage on her head, and one across her chest, perhaps a few broken rips. Her face was puffed up, but at least no longer bleeding.

She started to talk, but Stephen hushed her, she didn't have to say anything, just relax.

"No ... Stephen, listen ... I have to tell ... you something. I'm sorry ..."

With short sentences broken by gasps, Reesa related to him how she got into this mess. Stephen sat there listening to her stunned by her confession. At some point he let her hand go, unable to believe the words she was saying, to believe that she was capable of such a thing. Reesa was crying and reached her arm out for him, but Stephen didn't have it in him to give her his hand. He couldn't say or do anything. 

Shaking his head, more to himself in disbelief, he walked out of the room, nearly bumping into an older black woman. It took him a moment to realize that it was Emma Jackson, Reesa's grandmother.

She just looked at him then at Reesa, not believing that this was the man Reesa had been so anxious about for the past week -- Stephen Williams, personal advisor to the President. Her granddaughter, Reesa Jackson and Stephen Williams? Not possible, her mind was turning over in her head what was going on. And now he looked so despondent, so upset, while her initial thought it was bad news about Reesa, she sensed it was something else.

"Ms. Jackson, Reesa is inside. She's in a lot of pain and they are waiting to take her for an MRI to see the extent of internal damage. She's been beaten badly," Stephen was saying almost absent mindedly. But she had little time to listen as she rushed in to see Reesa, both women crying as Stephen walked away.

By the time he returned to the waiting area Stephen knew he had to call Jack back and give him the details of what Reesa had just confessed. Within ten minutes two men in suits walked into the waiting room and straight up to Stephen. They introduced themselves as FBI agents sent by Jack and were there to interview Reesa. Just then Jack strode in as well, a coffee in hand. It was now nearing midnight and it was going to be a long night. Jack spoke with the agents and then with the admitting nurse, eventually with some administrators before being taken back to see Reesa.

Jack came over and sat next to Stephen. "Let's go out to the car and talk, you need to tell me everything -- what she said, how she said it -- so we can try and figure this thing out."

Once in the privacy of Jack's car, Stephen told him everything, going back to the afternoon he first met Reesa on the basketball court and how he was supposed to meet Ryan there, but he cancelled last minute. He told him about the bet, the sex, and the early morning fuck after she found his childhood photo album. He also told him about how she left when he reported everything Jack had found at about her.

But what Jack was really interested in was her confession and explanation of why she was beaten up. 

"God, what an idiot I am! Seriously, I really thought I loved her. And then this, it was all a set-up. What a fool I am!"

"Stephen, listen, I don't know all the details yet, but it doesn't match up. What you told me just doesn't make sense for her -- she doesn't fit the profile."

Stephen then went into details about Reesa's confession. A month ago she was forced into the back of a large Caddy and three men held her at gun point. They told her all about her loser of a father and how he owed them money and that they would make her family suffer if she didn't do exactly what they instructed her to do. They gave details about her sister's daily schedule, down to what classes she was taking at Wellesley, as well as her own schedule of classes. Not forgetting to mention how they could have her grandmother fired from her job. 

They told Reesa she was to make the moves on Stephen Williams and get him to have sex with her. That was all. They would contact her with details of where she could find him and would provide her an apartment nearby to take him to. It was all too confusing. She assumed they would videotape their sex and attempt to embarrass him into quitting his position as senior advisor to the President. But he wasn't married or anything, so how would sex with her matter? It just didn't made sense.

Before they dumped her off they made threats to rape her, manhandling her in the back of the large car, one man holding her from behind while another roughly grabbed her tits. She tried kicking, but the feel of the cold metal of a gun barrel against her temple made her stop. They didn't do anything more than that, but it was enough to scare her. They were calling her a "black whore", daughter of a "slut on crack," and on and on racially and sexually molesting her. The men dumped her out of the car. She was shaken and for a few days confused about what to do. Then one day rolled into another and after a week as they never contacted her she figured it was all just a bad dream, probably some bookies trying to make a threat to her loser of a father.

Then one day she received a phone call instructing her to go to the neighborhood basketball court and that Stephen would be there. They then texted her the address of an apartment she would taken him to. Reesa sat in her room for ten minutes shaking, wondering if she could just run away, escape whatever it was she was about to get herself ensnared in. She then received another text: "you better be on your way to the court in 5 minutes, we're watching you!" She had no idea who she was dealing with, but realized she had no choice. She tried to rationalize in her head, sex with Stephen Williams, the President's right hand man, how bad could that be? One of the most powerful men in DC, who also happens to be kind of hot looking, even if he is older. 

Reesa immediate recognized him on the court and started to get cold feet again. She started by shooting a few hoops on her own when she received a phone call. They informed her that the person he was waiting for would not be making it, so she had a free and easy opportunity to seduce him back to the apartment. During the game, Reesa relaxed, enjoying the bantering and the way he played basketball. He wasn't lazy, he went all out, and knew how to read his opponent -- both physically as well as mentally. She tried half-heartedly to get him to come with her to the apartment, but found herself drawn to the idea of being inside his home, seeing how he lived. 

As Stephen showered she received a phone call "Bitch you fucked up you worthless whore. You better fuck him. Stupid bitch, if you fuck this up now, you will pay the price -- you and your family!"

After the call, she was again shaken up, still confused about what they were wanting. She welcomed the offer of a shower, though she felt extremely uncomfortable by the idea, she needed the time alone to regain her composer. 

However, after she had had sex with Stephen, and the most amazing sex she had had, ever. He made love to her, he made her climax, and seemed to love doing it. She always felt so guarded when she was with a guy, but with Stephen, only having just met him, she felt so comfortable, so relaxed, so able to be herself. When she had gone downstairs in the middle of the night she was going to call them, whoever they were. But then she started to look at his photo album and realized his back ground; Stephen, unlike most the DC insiders, wasn't some rich kid who had everything handed to them on a silver platter. She saw the pictures of Michelle and Stephen as awkward teens and then in college and even pictures of Stephen at her weddings, there with the now President. She could see in the pictures the scared young kid and then the more at ease teen. It was so obvious that his father was an abuser, she could see it so clearly, making Stephen that much more real, and remarkable that he was such a caring and gentle lover. Reesa realized that Stephen was a real person, with a real history, with a real connection to the White House. She didn't know what they were going to do with the fact that she had slept with him, but she no longer wanted a part of it.

When Stephen woke up and watched her that night and she asked to be fucked it was because she knew it would be the last time; that it was a set up and despite some growing interest and desire she knew she had fucked up and would never see Stephen again. She wanted him to fuck her, to posses her, almost abuse her for the crime she undoubtedly was about to commit. Only, she couldn't walk away from Stephen that easily.

As they lounged around that next day making love, she felt safe, comfortable, for the first time in her life, she felt someone was taking her for who she was. Then he confessed that he did a background check on her bringing into question his lack of trust of her. But then, he couldn't trust her, could he? She was not really as upset as she let on; it was merely an excuse to get away from him, to end something sooner rather than later when there would be more pain.

She still had no clue what it was the men were going to do with the information about her and him fucking. But two days later they picked her up again. She told them about the first night and how they fucked and even the next day. But that was it, not about the following night when she cooked him dinner and sucked him off in his hallway. 

Stephen was embarrassed talking to Jack, telling him all the details, but he didn't leave anything out. He mentioned each time they had fucked, what they had done, what they had eaten. Jack himself was quite taken aback at the detail. He had been working security for many major political figures over the years. This was certainly not the first time some White House staff member had had sex; hell, even a few Presidents had been down that path. But it was the first time he ever felt that someone was telling him the complete and honest details. 

Stephen went on relating Reesa's story, leading up to her being beaten up. When the men held her they told her she was going to file a case of rape against Stephen Williams. It would come down to Reesa's story against his and maybe he wouldn't be convicted, maybe he would. The important thing for them was that was the charge was made, true or not, he would have to resign, creating a great embarrassment for the White House. That was their plan, merely to ruin a few lives to embarrass the new President. They threw in a few racist jokes about her, the President, and the First Lady, making Reesa think that perhaps they were members of some white supremacist group.

Reesa was instructed to go to the police station the next day and file the charge. Only she didn't do it. It took them two days to find her, but they found her and then beat the crap out of her, threatening her family. They then dumped her in front of Stephen's house, figuring that would be a good start to a scandalous story. They also happened to mention to her the plan they had for Ryan McBride. They had set him up with some young woman who seduced him into sex. She was going to come out and say she was just 16 years old! She wasn't, she was a college student, but she apparently looked young enough. It would take the reporters and all a few days to realize that she was really 19, but in those few days, his career would be over and the White House would have another embarrassment to deal with.

As Stephen related the story to Jack, he realized what he had to do as part of his position. He had to act quickly to counter the negative stories that might come out in the morning press and deal with Ryan. But first, he had to see Reesa.

After a little searching he found that she was now in a private room. Her grandmother was waiting patiently outside, while the two FBI agents continued questioning her. They had taken her for an MRI and Ms. Jackson was waiting for the results. Stephen started to make his way into her room but Emma Jackson stopped him, holding on to his arm.

"Mr. Williams ..."

"Please call me Stephen."

"Ok, Stephen, I don't know everything that has happened, between you and her, or what trouble she has gotten herself into. What I do know is whatever faults she has, and lord knows she has a few, though by the grace of God, she is an angel compared to her father and mother. But because of them, she is vulnerable. She is hard and cold on the outside, but inside she is a little girl that needs security and love. I've tried to provide her that, but it isn't easy. Stephen, for the past week that girl has driven me crazy and I couldn't figure out why; she was so tormented. Now I know why. I saw it in her eyes. Yes, she has done something horribly wrong and feels so much guilt, but that isn't what torments her. For the first time in that girl's life I've seen something in her eyes, and maybe you don't want to hear this now, but if there is anything I know, it is that she is madly and deeply in love with you. So, please, whatever you do, at this moment, please don't make her regret it and crawl back inside her shell. I know you have every right to walk away from her after what she did, but please, if you have any heart, wait till she is less vulnerable."

Stephen listened to her and smiled warmly, giving Emma a big hug, surprising her. 

"Ms. Jackson ..."

"Emma!"

Stephen laughed, "Emma, thank you for your honesty and for confirming what I sensed. I have no clue what happened between us, but I love your granddaughter, and I'll do my best not to hurt her in anyway. Things are a little complicated right now, but you know, if it wasn't for this mess, we never would have met. I'll let her tell you what happened. She played me at first, but it was only because she was forced into that situation that we had the opportunity to meet and fall in love. It's crazy, but it's a blessing!"

Stephen then turned, with a warm sense of purpose and entered Reesa's hospital room. He asked the two FBI agents if he could have a moment alone with Reesa and they politely left. As he neared Reesa's bed, he saw in her eyes for the first time since meeting her a week ago a sustained emotion, but it was fear, perhaps tinged with regret. But as he leaned over her, perhaps reading his own eyes, Reesa's began to sparkle, and it wasn't just from the tears. 

Stephen wanted to kiss her, but her lips were all swollen. Instead, he lifted her hand and kissed it, holding it in both his, "Reesa, I am so sorry you are in this mess, but we are working on fixing it. With the information you provided, the FBI has a good lead on finding these men. It will be over soon. You paid a heavy price. But you'll be ok, soon your jaw won't hurt so much and you'll be back to flipping me shit in no time!"

Reesa tried to laugh but it hurt too much. Stephen reached down and very gently rubbed her cheek. "Reesa, I love you. We'll make this work." He then leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I have to go back to the office, we have to work on softening the potential media frenzy around all of this, but it will blow over. Don't worry, we have it under control. And I know the FBI will soon have the bastards who did this to you. It will be over soon. I know it is grueling, but please help out the agents in any way you can. I love you! Oh, and before I forget, there is one condition to my love."

Reesa looked up at him with a flash of concern. "No more 'white boy' crap!" They both started to laugh.

"Stephen," Reesa hoarsely whispered, "Thank you. I'm sorry ..."

"Don't be sorry, don't ever be sorry. Fate has a strange way of working, but remember, what happened, happened, and it brought us together!"

"Stephen, I love you."

"I have to go now. Rest when you can and I'll be back later. I'll make sure your grandmother is well taken care of."

Before leaving Stephen spoke with one of the administrators and arranged for an extra bed in Reesa's room for her grandmother to stay and also for them to provide her the necessary night things. He also found out that the MRI came back and there are no signs of internal trauma or bleeding. Reesa had three broken ribs, several deep lacerations that required stitching, and some trauma to her jaw, but it wasn't broken. She had lots of bruises, and would be in pain for some time. They suggested she stay in the hospital for the next two nights, just to monitor her and to keep her on a balanced pain control regimen. 

As George was driving him over to the White House, Stephen made a few phone calls. The first was to Ryan. He didn't give him any details, only that there was a security issue and they had to have some meetings. He would be there in half an hour. He tried calling Lynda, but she didn't pick up. It was one in the morning, but he knew she lived by her phone. He'll have time to work out that issue. More importantly, Stephen reflected, he had to counter any reports that might be coming out in the morning newspapers. 

When he got to the office he called in Grace, one of the assistant Press Secretaries, who happened to have night duty that week. He did not give her the full details but enough information to fish around the different media outlets to see what they might know, particularly if there were any stories about any White House staff that might be on the morning talk shows or in the newspapers.

Within twenty minutes Grace was back in Stephen's office to report that there did not seem to be any negative stories, at least not personal ones, in the next day's press. That was a huge relief. In the mean time Stephen had spoken with Jack who reported that they had indeed identified, though not yet located, the culprits, members of a militant white supremacist group that was out to embarrass if not destroy the country's first black president. Apparently, from the intel they had gathered, this was the first line of attack -- discredit the White House by exposing scandalous behavior of the President's top advisors. For me, it was to be a rape charge and for Ryan statutory rape of a minor. Apparently, there was even an attempt to draw Bridgette Thompson into a scandal by exposing pictures of her fucking different men. Only, she never fell for the trap. Stephen couldn't help but think how unfortunate that was, sex pictures of Bridgette would be amazing to see! She was drop dead gorgeous, but also extremely stuck up. She had light ebony skin, tall, thin, long shapely legs, a perfect ass, that she always showed off in her tight skirts, and ample cleavage that she also loved to show, though always with class.




Reesa Ch. 02



Stephen remembered the one night they happened to end up together during the campaign. Both recognized immediately it was a mistake, but that didn't keep Stephen from reflecting back on that night and remembering her beautiful naked body, his white cock penetrating her succulent black pussy. Michelle had hoped more might come of the relationship thinking that both would be good for one another, but their personalities just never meshed. Professionally, they worked well together, but beyond that, there was little to sustain a relationship.

Their night together was closer to a grudge fuck than anything else, but even then Stephen relished the moment. They were moving into the fall campaign, in early September the strategists decided Florida was due for some heavy campaigning, focusing on several key counties. Bridgette and her team were already down there, laying the ground work with the local campaign volunteers when Stephen and the Senator arrived. It was hot and humid, particularly after three days in New York. They were first in Dade county then moved to the panhandle where it seemed to be even hotter and more humid. After a day of stump speeches the Senator flew off to the west coast, while Stephen and Bridgette wrapped things up. They were scheduled to have a series of meetings with local political representatives, they were republicans, but known to be uncomfortable with their candidate, particularly his vice presidential choice. 

Getting back to the hotel, Stephen and Bridgette were drenched in sweat, but also somewhat jubilant as, despite the heat, a larger than expected crowd turned out for the speech. They were talking away their strategy for the next day's meetings, following one another without paying much attention as to where they were going, they ended up in Bridgette's room. It took a moment for Stephen to realize that he followed her in, so caught up was he in the conversation and the argument they were having about how to handle the meetings.

She grabbed a bottle of cold water from the small fridge and they both drank several glasses, making them sweat even more. Stephen couldn't help but notice how her silk bloused clung to her every curve, soaked in sweat and a few droplets running down her neck, between her breasts.

"God, you are such a pig," Bridgette blurted out, waking Stephen from his reverie.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. You have quite the reputation there Mr. Williams. You make me sick. I have no idea why Michelle is such good friends with you, you are a typical male pig."

"Bridgette, what are you talking about and what does that have to do with our meeting tomorrow?"

"I heard how you had slept with that campaign coordinator in Ohio, god what a slut you are! And now you are staring at my breasts. Yes, let's talk strategy, so stop being such a pig."

"Why does it bother you who I've slept with? It is none of your business. Unless of course you are jealous."

"What? Me jealous of you? Are you kidding? How pathetic can you be? I've seen how you operate, flirting with all the young volunteers and coordinators. It's men like you that make me sick. Just think you can go around and use your position to fuck whoever you want."

Sitting back in the chair, Stephen, rather than anger, was becoming quite amused with Bridgette's attack and anger -- it even made her look more beautiful.

"Oh, and if you are keeping track of the women I've slept with, don't forget those two volunteers in Seattle. Wow, what a night that was. And then there was that young college student from UCLA, damn, now she was hot. Such perfect tits. You know I really loved her tits, they were probably the same size as yours, just perfect for sucking."

"You fucking bastard of a sexist pig! I am going to report your behavior and we'll see what comes of you. Not only do you have the most lame advice and pathetic insights into the issues, but you can't keep your zipper up."

Stephen then stood up and walked towards Bridgette making her back up against the window. Standing in her face, Stephen let her have it.

"You fucking bitch with the dildo stuck so far up your ass, you wouldn't know a good fuck if it came and slapped you in the face. All day long all you can do is abuse people and stomp on any sense of pride they might have, it is a wonder we have anyone still working for the campaign the way you treat everyone. You are a cold, mean, selfish, bitch, too stuck on herself to give a flying fuck about anyone else, including the Senator, who you are just using to advance your own career. And as for who I fuck, that is none of your god damn business. The only reason you are so fixated on my sex life is because you are jealous and have none of your one. No guy would touch you with a ten-foot pole; which is a bloody shame, because you are an extremely beautiful woman and if you ever let down that façade of professional coldness I bet you are also one amazing fuck."

Bridgette just stood there staring at him, partly threatened by him being right in her face, partly confused by the sad reality of what he was saying. For his part, Stephen was fuming and couldn't read Bridgette's thoughts, didn't see how for a few moments her eyes glittered with tears. What he could sense however were her breasts lightly touching his chest, he was standing so close to her.

Without thinking, Stephen leaned in and kissed her, hard. Bridgette tried to pull back but she was already pressed against the window. She then tried to push Stephen away, placing her hands on both his shoulders, but he wouldn't budge. He didn't stop kissing her, despite her squirming and reached around her and grabbed her hard. He then slid his hands down to her tight round ass, grabbing her and pulling her into him even tighter. Stephen's hard cock was now pressed up against her pussy and Bridgette could feel it. The more she squirmed the more she could feel it -- something she hadn't felt in months. 

Then the dam broke. Bridgette opened her mouth and the two of them kissed hard and passionately. Their tongues exploded into each others' mouth, dancing about in an erotic fugue that would carry them through the night.

Not wanting to give her an opportunity to have any second thoughts, Stephen immediately went for her blouse, tearing it open. At first she was shocked, but she surrendered to her desires, to his demands on her body. Stephen broke the kiss and moved down to her tits, as Bridgette grabbed his head and pushed it hard into her bosom. He reached around her and undid her bra, pulling it off her, he then returned to her tits, sucking and nibbling hard on her nipples.

Once again grabbing her ass, Stephen lifted her off the ground, kissing her hard, as he carried her over to the bed. He tossed her down, shocking Bridgette on how she was being manhandled. Stephen stripped off his clothes as Bridgette sat there watching, stunned. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling by her head, he grabbed her and pushed her towards his cock. She opened her mouth wide, as he shoved his cock into her mouth. She gagged as he pushed it in hard, but he held her head. She looked up at him, pleading in her eyes, to release her. He did. She panted, catching her breath. Then on her own volition she licked his cock, looking up into his eyes. She then sucked on the tip, slowly gliding his cock deeper into her mouth. Stephen then grabbed her head again and face fucked her. Bridgette gagged a few times, but took it in stride. After a few minutes, Stephen's ball's began to fill up and he felt his impending orgasm. He pushed Bridgette off his cock onto her back, and then jerked off while kneeling over her. He came, aiming his cock first at her face then her tits. He covered her in his cum, giving her a nice glistening glow.

After his orgasm Stephen was half tempted to put on his clothes and leave, but he was too greedy himself. He wanted her pussy, he wanted to fuck her. He then unhooked and unzipped her skirt, pulling it down and tossing it onto the chair. He was pleased to discover that Bridgette wore stockings and a garter belt and not pantyhose, god how he hated pantyhose. She looked stunning -- cum covered face and tits, lace panty clad pussy, black stockings and garter. Just looking at her stirred Stephen's cock, making him ache to possess the beauty and the bitch.

Bridgette couldn't say anything. It had been months since she had had sex and never, well not for years, had any man ever even attempted to possess her, to fuck her, the way Stephen was. Most men she hooked up with were so enthralled with her position of power, her status as a nationally recognized scholar and political strategist, that they put her on a pedestal and made fools of themselves as they made love to her. Rarely was it satisfying.

Stephen picked her up off the bed slightly and tossed her back, her had on the pillows. He then roughly pulled her legs apart and slid down between them. While he wanted to yank her panty off, he just grabbed it and pushed it away from her pussy, exposing her cleanly shaving pink lips and hard clit. Stephen dove in, tongue first, licking, sucking and fucking her with his fingers. She bucked a few times coming once, then twice as he ate her out.

The erotic experience of tasting her juices and watching her squirm about on the bed as she climaxed went straight to his cock, making him hard once again. Stephen crawled up her body, lying on top of her, his face covered in her juices, he kissed her. At first she resisted, but soon opened her mouth and then started to lick his lips, tasting herself. As she was busy kissing his face, Stephen lifted his ass into the air and guided his cock to her waiting pussy. As his cock began to enter her she lifted her legs up, wrapping them around her. They fucked in the missionary position for a long time, Stephen enjoying the look in her eye, desire mixed with disgust. He then pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. Bridgette quickly jumped on top of him, grabbed his cock and slid it into her dripping wet pussy. She then bounced on top of him, each of her down thrusts met with an up thrust of Stephen's cock, driving it deep inside her each time. 

He then pulled her down over him so he could suck her tits while they fucked. At one point he bit hard onto her nipple, making her scream in pain and pull away. As she did though, her body began to shake with orgasmic pleasure. Watching her cum was more than Stephen could handle and he too started to cum, filling her pussy.

Bridgette collapsed next to him lost in her own world of post-coital bliss. Stephen laid there, panting, trying to catch his own breath. He then looked over at the erotic beauty, torn by the desire to hold her, cuddle with her, kiss her all over her body, and by an instinct that told him to get dressed and get the hell out of there. Rather he chose a middle path, forcing her to make the next move. He rolled over onto his side and watched her. He didn't touch her, just watched her.

As Bridgette came to, returning to reality, she sensed the eyes on her and rolled over and saw Stephen watching her. She too didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to curl up into his arms, part of her wanted to run into the bathroom and hide from the terrible mistake she just made, exposing herself like that to him. But another part of her wanted to jump back on his cock and fuck him again. 

She eyed Stephen who was ogling her body and she knew she was going to opt for the latter. She rolled over and pushed him onto his back, rolling on top of him. She leaned down and kissed him. They fucked again, and then again. Then they fucked in the shower. When they ordered dinner, she sucked him until room service knocked on the door. He quietly slipped into the bathroom to hide, knowing that the hotel staff was well aware of who they were and not wanting any rumors to get out.

Once he left they had eaten their dinner and then they ate each other for dessert. During one of their fucks Stephen took her from behind, discovering that to be her favorite position. Nor did he mind it, admiring her near perfect ass. While fucking her, he couldn't resist the opportunity of sliding a finger up along her crack and over her anus. She tensed up as he touched her, then he went for it, slowly working his finger into her ass. She never complained or pushed him away. Soon he was finger fucking her ass as he fucked her pussy, driving her to yet another intense orgasm. 

After several hours, Stephen was spent; he collapsed onto the bed, arms outstretched, Bridgette lying with her head on his stomach. It was an awkward position, both afraid to show any softness. Throughout the night, they barely spoke. The major conversation that took place was about what to order for dinner. 

Stephen slipped out from under her, placing her head on the bed, got up and started to dress. Bridgette watched him, torn. She knew it best that he left, but ...

Stephen remembers so well that awkward moment once he got his shoes on -- was he to lean over and give her a kiss? A peck on the cheek or a hard mouth-to-mouth with lots of tongue kiss? Or should he just walk out.

"Stephen ..." Bridgette said, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Thank you. I needed that. But, well, you know, that can't continue. I'll see you at 8 for breakfast then we can go over our briefing notes for the day. Thanks."

And that was it, he thanked her too and slipped back to his room. He never had the opportunity of seeing her naked again, but the images, the many images of them fucking that night were clearly imprinted in his memory. For the better, their relationship also changed. There was no longer the professional jealousy, the antagonism; they worked well together, complimenting one another's ideas; through mouth fucking her, fingering her ass, and witnessing her cum multiple times, there was a softening of her alligator skin towards him. They didn't flirt, they never talked about personal lives, and that suited them both just fine.

Stephen returned from his reverie to the task at hand, handling any negative media coverage from his relationship with Reesa and potentially from Ryan's own infidelities. But first he had to find out from Ryan the truth. In the mean time, he typed up his resignation letter. He was hoping he wouldn't have to submit it, but he knew his ultimate responsibility was to the President, and if it was required to keep away unwanted attention, then it would be ready.

As he was part way through typing the letter Ryan came into his office.

"What's up? Where is everybody? What's the security issue? How come the NSA isn't here? Why did you call me in here at one a.m.?"

Without answering his questions, Stephen got up and closed the door to his office, locking it, and beckoning Ryan to take a seat. Stephen then gave him the details about what happened to Reesa, not about the conspiracy against the White House, just the beating and attempt at forcing her to make rape charges against him. He then went on to explain briefly, without so much details, the nature of their relationship. He left the emotional part out, making it look like one of his many little flings, though perhaps a bit more serious.

"But what's the problem? She didn't report a rape? So what is the issue? Is it just the embarrassment of having slept with a woman that will get out? Geez Stephen, I think we can handle that one pretty easily."

"Unfortunately Ryan, I don't think it is so simple, I wish to hell it was though. I have to ask you a question and you have to answer honestly. Ryan, do you know a Kimberly Ingersoll?"

Ryan's face went ashen as Stephen mentioned Kimberly's name. 

"What the fuck! How do you know about her? What is this? What's going on Stephen?"

Stephen then went into more details about the conspiracy. That Reesa being set up against him wasn't the only attempt against the White House. There was a similar attempt of sexual scandal against Bridgette, but nothing came of it.

"That doesn't surprise me! They had no idea they were trying to seduce the ice queen of all ice queens" Ryan attempted to joke. But his face showed his true anxiety, he knew what was coming.

"Their other target was you Ryan. A young woman was to seduce you then file statutory rape charges against you."

"WHAT?" Ryan yelled. "That fucking little slut! I can't believe this. She swore to me she was in college. She had to be over 18, fuck Stephen, don't you believe me?"

"She is, so relax."

"Holy fuck, what am I going to do? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can't believe what an idiot I am. Stephen what can we do to correct this before it gets out?" Ryan was agitated, "Can we keep it from getting out?"

"No we can't. In fact, I'm writing up a press statement that you admit to having an adulterous affair with a college aged woman. We are not ..."

"What, hang my own neck? Come on Stephen, we can't do that, there's gotta be a more conducive way to handle this."

"Listen Ryan, if we don't make the first move, they will and what they will report is statutory rape. You have your choice, confess or be accused of statutory rape, falsely, but you know how the media will make a frenzy of the story. Either way, you lose. It is just a question of how big of a loss you want."

"Jesus Stephen ... God, I fucked up. Marcie and the kids ... Shit!" Ryan yelled, slamming his fist on the desk.

"What you need to do is this, write a letter of resignation ..."

"Resign? Stephen we don't have to go that far do we?"

"Listen, to what I'm telling you. Write a letter of resignation, we will submit it to the President in the morning, but that doesn't mean he has to accept it. He can let it sit on his desk and depending on two things, he can accept it or reject it. The first, and most important, is how Marcie is going to respond. The second is how the media is going to play this. It isn't going to be easy, it's going to be a long week for you, but if you can get through this week, things might just work out. So, what you need to do is write that letter of resignation and then go home and talk with Marcie. Tell her everything. Also tell her it was a set up, that it was a planned attack against White House to embarrass the President, that the FBI have identified the culprits. That might not be enough to forgive you, but it's all we have at the moment. I'm going to write up two press statements, one that you admit to an adulterous affair and have submitted a letter of resignation to the President. The second will be that a group of white supremacists planned to embarrass the White House with a series of scandals and attempted blackmails that included a plan to assassinate the President. Hopefully that latter information will detract the press enough that they won't ask too many questions about the attempted scandals. We can't give that press release unless the FBI has arrested the men involved, including Kimberly. She apparently is now under their surveillance. If the men aren't arrested we will have to go with the first to counter the potential threat of an accusation of statutory rape. Do you understand that?"

Ryan looked dumbfounded, confused, and crushed. But he also was remembering his time with Kimberly. Jesus, what a piece of ass that was. Was it worth it though?

Kimberly was like this little girl looking for a father figure. She did look like she was fifteen or sixteen, but swore she was in college, even spoke about a few of her professors. Her tits were just little nubs, 22a! God, how perverse was he? And she had the cutest little ass, so tight, and her pussy, she didn't even have to shave it, there was just some light fuzz around it. 

He remembered meeting her at one dinner held by an Embassy, she said she was there with her father, but never got around to identifying exactly who he was. She was so awed by his position, talking about meeting this Prime Minister and that President from different countries around the world, and of course even more awed that he met with the President of the United States every day. She had some European accent, he was guessing Scandinavian, duh, Ingersoll, should have been enough to tip him off. She had long blonde hair. That night she wore it braided, draping down her back, reaching just the tip of her young ass. 




Reesa Ch. 02



He remembers going home and waking Marcie up when he returned and giving her one hell of a bang. It had happened before, coming home horny from some dinner, she never realized that it was from his ogling other women. She didn't seem to mind though.

But usually, that was it, you meet some amazing people at these dinners then never see them again. The DC crowd is quite a merry-go-around of people coming and going, in constant flux. Thus, he was quite taken aback when he received a phone call one evening from the young Kimberly. She explained that she was working on a paper for a class and was wondering if he could help her, maybe they could meet for coffee. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he thought to himself but he was just a guy and she seemed so innocent and vulnerable, how could he refuse her.

The whole time they were chatting over coffee she kept looking up to him with her youthful eyes, making sure he accepted what she was saying. After about an hour of talking, he got up to leave. She followed him out, she grabbed his arm as he walked down the sidewalk, holding it tight against her. Looking up into his eyes, she suggested that perhaps he had a little more time to help her with another problem. A friend of hers had an apartment nearby, maybe they could go there. Stupid, stupid, stupid, his mind was telling him, but he followed her, like in a trance.

She sucked his cock like a pro and gave her body to him. He used her, fucked her first gently, barely able to enter her tight pussy, but then with vigor. She came a lot, at least he assumed she did. Of course she did, she was dripping wet. He fucked her three times! Three times! Plus the blowjob. Four orgasms in one afternoon! Not even when he was in college did he ever cum like that. The little minx brought out the man in him. Yeah, what an idiot he was.

He tried calling her a few times, but each time she refused to see him, telling him that her father suspected she was seeing someone and was afraid they might be caught. Yeah, what an idiot. But that mouth, god, what a blowjob she gave. Laughing as he exploded in her mouth, cum spilling down her chin. She loved it, like a little girl playing house. 

Ryan left Stephen's office crushed. He returned a half later with the letter, sealed in an envelope addressed to the President. He then left to face his biggest challenge, confessing to his wife that he fucked this girl that looked like she was 16 years old, only a few years older than his own daughter.

Stephen had written drafts of the two press statements. He needed to bring Bridgette and the Press Secretary on board with everything, but thought it could wait until they came in in the morning. Besides, he kept hoping for some good news from Jack about finding the men. 

In the mean time he called the hospital, the cell number of the night nurse who was responsible for Reesa; she had kindly given it to him before he left. He told her that she remained in pain so they had increased her medication and as well gave her something to help sleep. Both she and her grandmother were sleeping. There were no further indications of any serious injuries. But they would give her another MRI later in the morning and take some x-rays to confirm that diagnosis. 

Stephen then curled up on his couch and was just falling asleep when his cell phone rang. He saw that it was Ryan calling, wondering what he had to report. It wasn't Ryan though, it was Marcie. 

"Stephen, tell me the truth, this story of conspiracy sounds like a crock of shit. Was he really set up? Was it really an attempt to embarrass the President? I mean, he still did it, I'm not going to forgive him for that. And so did you. You fucking men. Goddamn you bastards. I can't believe this. Tell me Stephen, is it true?" Marcie was crying into the phone.

Stephen confirmed with her the story and everything he learned from the FBI. It was a setup, but affirmed that Ryan made his own choices too. That she had to figure out what to do. He mentioned to her that Ryan had also submitted his resignation and that it would be presented to the President first thing in the morning. Ryan apparently hadn't told her that part. She gasped. 

"He can't do that. It was a setup, why should he have to resign? You can't make him do that!"

Stephen realized where Marcie's priorities laid, with power and position, not fidelity. Before he gave the letter to the President, he would call them again and find out where they stood, but if he guessed right, it was going to be with Ryan's position, doing all they can to protect it.

He finally did get about two hours sleep before his secretary woke him up at six a.m. He grabbed a suit he always had ready from his closet and headed down to the gym. Though he didn't have much time, he got on one of the treadmills and jogged for twenty minutes before showering and dressing for the day. He grabbed a few Danishes and a coffee before heading back to his office.

While he was out, Jack had called. He returned the call immediately, nearly dropping the coffee in his rush to call him. They had five men under arrest and had picked up Kimberly and were threatening to charge her with conspiracy and treason. She confessed everything to them. Two of the men also turned on the organization for leniency. While they did not report any plan to assassinate the President, Ryan decided to keep that in the press statement. He would have to discuss it with Bridgette and the Press Secretary first.

Calling Ryan, he informed him about the arrests and reconfirmed his assumption that Marcie wasn't going to dump him, wasn't go to make him move out, she was going to be the good wife and stand by her man. And she had the nerve to call men pathetic, Stephen reflected. He never did like her, but understood from Ryan that she was amazing in bed and had the incredible skill to deepthroat him.

Stephen then set up an emergency meeting with Bridgette and the Press Secretary and spoke with Anna, the First Lady's personal assistant to find a time to squeeze him in later in the morning. She was flying up to New York for the afternoon, but there was some time in her schedule just before her departure. 

As expected, Bridgette flew off the handle blaming both Ryan and Stephen for this mess. She took great pride in her own ability not to be seduced, though Stephen knew it had nothing to do with her being wise to a potential scandal, rather it was her own inhuman ability to recognize her own sexuality. Stephen stayed calm though trying to direct the conversation to the task at hand, creating a story to circulate to the press. They were eventually able to focus on the story and all agreed that having letters of resignation ready was a good step. They didn't want to report that, yet, as that itself would indicate a focus on the sex story and not the militant group and possibility for assassination. They also agreed to wording the story with the "capability and interest" to assassinate rather than "plan." They also agreed to keep Ryan out of the White House for the next few days and see what happens. If the story blows up, then they could honestly report that he had taken leave and had submitted his letter of resignation. 

At nine o'clock they met with the President to debrief him on the situation. He was furious and looked at Stephen with great skepticism. Throughout the conversations he had, except with Jack, Stephen never emphasized his emotional interest in Reesa, it was merely a special interest that went beyond his normal flings. In front of the staff the President admonished him for his sexual misconduct, and told him it wouldn't be tolerated. But then Bridgette stepped forward,

"Mr. President, this is obviously a grave concern, but the real focus should be on the militant group behind the scandal. We have to remember that they planned this attack and Ryan and Stephen were targeted. The women they chose spoke to each of their particular histories, meaning the group was able to get a lot of personal information about each of us. We have to be very diligent, not knowing what else may be in the works already. Fortunately for me, their research wasn't very well conducted. I don't think we should be blaming Stephen for what happened. Ryan made a bad choice, but he was intentionally led in to making that choice. Sir, the story isn't the sex, the story is the militant group. I've called over to the FBI and they are sending a report on all such white supremacist groups and their militant activities over the past decade, particularly their threats against you. With this information we will be able to define the story rather than be defined by it."

"Brilliant!" the President exclaimed. "However, we have to remember our immediate work at hand -- we have the Chinese negotiating team here and the President will be visiting in two weeks. We have to nail out an agreement on security in Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Iran by then. We need the Chinese support. I hope to hell this story doesn't create any hiccups in these meetings."

"Sir, we are all focused on the negotiations," Bridgette continued, "this story is just a little bump along the way -- we'll have to expect these kinds of things over the next few years, they are going to happen. We have to remember, none of us planned this or acted recklessly, it was a set-up. The group, perhaps intentionally planned it for this week to upset the negotiations -- we can play that up in our story as well. The attempted undermining of strategic US foreign policy negotiations! I think that adds to the potential destructiveness of these groups, their attempted interference in US policy. There is one issue we need to settle though when developing the press statement -- do we call this a terrorist attack? A terrorist group? Or use the word terrorism at all? It's a tricky situation, sir."

"That's a damn good question," the President replied. "I need some thoughts on this."

Throughout Bridgette's discussion, Stephen sat stunned. After their meeting this morning when she had blown up at him, Stephen had not expected any support from her, and here she was defending him in front of the President; and not only defending him, but also had already initiated a story line by communicating with the FBI on her own. Stephen was touched by her support.

"Sir, if I may," Stephen replied, moving away from his marveling at Bridgette's performance, "Bridgette's question on terrorism is important. First I'd like to second what she had to say about defining the story around the militant groups. Second, as such, I don't think we should shy away from using the word terrorism. However, I don't think it would be in good taste to refer to this particular scandal as a terrorist attack. I wouldn't over play it, in fact, thinking about it now, I suggest we throw the term out there, don't use it extensively in defining these groups, maybe something along the lines of "terrorist-like" or "potential terrorist threat" and leave it at that. Let the journalists pick up the term and debate its usage. That will keep them busy for awhile!"

"Excellent idea Stephen," Bridgette piped in. "I think we can toss the term out and we already know some will take it and run others will probably be offended at the usage, but they will then be calling in their terrorist experts and that itself will become the story. Perfect."

"Good job, now I have another meeting with the negotiating team before they meet with their Chinese counterparts again today."

With that the staffers began to file out of the Oval Office. Stephen moved quickly over to Bridgette and gently touched her elbow as they started to walk out. He wanted to say something, but then the President called him back in for a "private word." Bridgette rolled her eyes at Stephen, almost joking with him that now he was in trouble! He silently chuckled to himself, more at the fact that his and Bridgette's relationship was entering a new phase.

Now alone with the President, he expressed to Stephen his concern about how Lynda was going to react, she had been a good ally. Stephen was going to have to work on her. He then questioned Stephen on his relationship with Reesa. 

"Its complicated sir, and I'd rather not go into it at the moment. But trust me sir, I have been fully upfront with Jack Snyder. I have nothing to hide sir, just lots of personal confusions I have to work out."

"Are you meeting with Michelle?"

"In about thirty minutes," Stephen replied, chuckling at the President's assumption.

"Stephen, be careful, I can't afford to lose you."

"Yes sir, thank you for your vote of confidence, sir. And, as for the Chinese negotiations, you saw my updated briefing? I think we need to hold out sir and toy with the idea of brining in a team of Afghans to participate in the negotiations. The Chinese will hate that. At least float it as a possibility, make them want to avoid their inclusion might give us something to get out of them."

The President then thanked him for staying on top of the work and not letting it slip despite everything that was going on. He then asked how the girl was doing, Stephen giving him a brief medical update.

Upon leaving the Oval Office, Stephen made his way directly to Bridgette's office.

Before he could even say anything, Bridgette said, "Don't say anything you might regret later, Stephen!" though, while saying it, she did have a smile.

"I don't regret anything Bridgette, that ever happened between us, except for perhaps some of our early antagonism, but look where that led us? What a pay off!"

"Shut up and don't ever go there ..."

"Oh, but I do go there, a lot! Seeing you naked ..."

"Seriously Stephen, there's been a lot of water under the bridge; I have no regrets either, but we both know what the possibilities were. We made choices, good choices. We work well together and we have some good years ahead of us, I'm sure. But tell me Stephen, do you love her?"

"Who, Reesa?"

"Of course, who else would I be talking about, Santa Maria or perhaps Michelle?"

"I'm glad you can laugh, it's still not so easy for me. I don't know Bridgette what I feel, except confused, but how did you know?"

"Stephen one thing you are not is a good poker player -- you are an open book to read. You can say what you want, and speak very diplomatically, hiding your true agenda, but your face shows too much. I saw it in your eyes when you were speaking to the President. That's when I got the idea about focusing the story on the militant groups."

"What? You mean you hadn't called the FBI beforehand? You just made that up?"

"Well, I just called them now and they are sending the report. We'll have a full statement with briefing papers to the media outlets by early afternoon for the nightly news."

"I owe you. Thanks. It means a lot that you were so supportive and covering for me. Seriously, I'm indebted. Though, I must confess a certain sadness over the fact that there aren't sex pics of you circulating around the internet -- I have no doubt they would go viral and you'd be the hottest thing since Paris Hilton's blow job."

While Bridgette had a smile on her face, she also showed some concern. "Stephen, I was so close to going home with that man. I can't tell you how many times today, once I learned of the set-up, I've thanked my lucky stars that I held back. It wasn't easy though. I didn't get to this position on my back Stephen, you know that, those pics wouldn't go away, I'd be over."

"I'm sorry, it isn't something to joke about. You are lucky, I'm lucky, Ryan wasn't quite so lucky, but he also missed a major life-destroying episode. I know pics don't go away that easy, but neither do rape chargers or accusations of pedophilia. This was close. With your suggestions we will even be able to control the damage and move on quickly. Bridgette, I'm sorry it didn't work out."

"What didn't work out, you and I, another guy? You know what set me off this morning, it wasn't jealousy Stephen it was both the fear that I was almost destroyed and ... yes, it was jealousy, but not of you, we do have something special, but it is your confused love for Reesa, who ever she may be. I'm jealous of your potential for love Stephen. Lynda was bad for you and I hope things with Reesa work out. Besides, you need a good black woman to train you properly."

They both laughed, Stephen recognizing that that was probably the first time he'd heard Bridgette make any reference to race. She was very cautious and hated being defined as a black woman, being seen as someone who got to her position because she was black rather than because of her skills and abilities. Because of that, she could never be just herself, and Stephen finally recognized that in her, why she had such a façade of coldness. Different women undoubtedly developed different strategies, Bridgette's was perhaps not the best, it was just an open realization on Stephen's part of how a brilliant woman like her had to negotiate with the racial and patriarchic power structures that be. He even had more respect for her at that moment than ever before. 

Both of them recognized that the conversation and their personal thoughts were perhaps getting too personal and returned to their professional selves, discussing Stephen's briefing paper on the Chinese security negotiations. Stephen then ran off, not wanting to miss his opportunity to meet with Michelle before she left for the afternoon.

As Stephen rushed out he was torn and confused by his own emotions for Bridgette, but having to put them on the back burner yet again. In the office of the First Lady he was warmly welcomed by Anna with a big hug.

"Rumor has it there are some unpleasantries, I hope this doesn't affect your position Stephen, you have a lot of supporters on the staff you know.

Stephen was a little taken aback first by the fact that the rumors were already spreading and second by Anna's show of support. 

Before being ushered into to meet the First Lady, Stephen quickly texted Bridgette to move quickly on a press conference, as rumors were spreading amongst the staff and they were bound to soon filter their way out onto the street. If they wanted to control the story, they would have to be the ones to make it public, not be seen as responding to a question.

Anna then showed him in to the First Lady's office where he was warmly greeted by Michelle with a hug and kiss on the cheek. With some unease, Stephen shared with her as many details about the "scandal" and the story, without mentioning anything special about Reesa.

"Sounds like everything is under control though," Michelle replied, "nothing too serious, except for Ryan, but with Marcie behind him I'm sure he'll come out unscathed. But I don't think reporting this to me is why you are here. What's going on Stephen? What aren't you telling me?"

"Michelle ... It's complicated!"

"It always is, with you; though it rarely is as complicated as you imagine. Let me guess, this girl Reesa, that's her name yes? Is it lust or is it love? Oh, love, I can see that in your expression. How old is she?"

"Twenty-three..."

"What are her feelings towards you?"

"I think she loves me too, at least she says so."

"'You think'? 'At least'? Are you doubting her, or yourself? Stephen, listen, I don't know this girl, but to have seduced you the way she did, she must be special. She's young, but it's not like you are the first older guy to be with a younger woman..."

"But that is just it, or part of it, Michelle. How is this going to be read? Just another older guy getting some from a beautiful, intelligent, sexy, engaging, beautiful, did I say that already, young woman."

"Oh I get it now. It isn't the emotion it is your inability to control the story. To put your stamp onto it."

"No, it isn't that ... Well, damn, maybe that is part of it. Michelle, let me be frank, what I need is your approval. It's crazy, but every girl I've ever started to be serious about, without your ok, it was dead in the water."




Reesa Ch. 02



"Stephen, I'm flattered you have such confidence in my abilities to approve women for you, but seriously, you are how old now, forty? I think you can make your own decisions."

They were both laughing, knowing that it wasn't so simple. He then related to her what happened that first night when Reesa looked through his childhood photo album, how she saw the abuse. No one else, save Michelle, knows that about his past.

"Look, when all this blows over we'll have a chance to meet. Until then, do what's right, go with your heart. Now, I'm on my way to New York, is there anything else."

"No, thanks Michelle, I just needed to talk with you first, it helps."

They hugged again and Stephen headed back to his own office. In the mean time, the First Lady had Anna send over a large bouquet of flowers to Reesa from her and the President, if Stephen didn't get the message of approval then, he never would.

Greg, another one of the assistant press secretaries was in Stephen's office waiting for him. They went through the press statement, focusing on the militant group, deciding to mention only in passing that there were attempts to blackmail Bridgette, Ryan, and Stephen. The press statement wouldn't say anything about sex, but they would be prepared to answer those questions. In addition, there was the briefing papers they put together based on the FBI reports. Stephen made a few changes to the text and then handed it back to Greg. They agreed that the Press Secretary himself should read the statement, giving it symbolic importance to the White House press corps. Ryan should not be present, but Jack Snyder should be there, the head of Homeland Security, the NSA, and then they had to discuss if Bridgette should be there or not, as she too was a target. They decided against her presence, afraid it might become a distraction to the sex side of the story rather than the terrorism side.

A half hour later the show was on. Stephen was horrified to get a text message from Greg that Lynda was there. He wasn't sure if he should call her or not, perhaps offering her an exclusive. He spoke to Bridgette who immediately nixed that idea. They would just wait and see how things unfolded.

They obviously couldn't bury the sex stories completely, but given Kimberly was under arrest and Reesa was hospitalized, there wasn't much of a story. Questions were asked whether Reesa would be arrested, could they verify Kimberly's age and her background, as well as about Ryan and his family. And then Lynda rose to ask a question.

Stephen and Bridgette were watching in his office and both took a bated breath wondering where she would go. Everyone in the room knew she and Stephen had been an item and now it was being reported that there had been another woman. She could have gone on the attack, but Lynda, much to Stephen's relief, was professional and directed the discussion back to the "terrorist group" that initiated this attack, asking whether they had the capability and interest in assassinating the President. Despite the obvious pain last night must have caused her, she was still an ally of the White House.

"You owe her Stephen!" Bridgette commented, after they both relaxed hearing her question.

Overall, it was a success. It was now one o'clock and Stephen took leave, heading to the hospital. 

The door to Reesa's room was open and as he walked in he was stopped in his track by a vision, an angel, standing by the window, radiated by the bright spring sun shining in, stood a stunningly beautiful woman, who also happened to be wearing a loose white skirt, translucent with the bright sun shining through it, exposing her long black legs. 

"Put your tongue back in your mouth, white boy!" Reesa commanded, laughing. "Oh yeah, I forgot, no more 'white boy'" she joked, slipping into a ghetto accent. "By the way, that gorgeous black beauty there is my sister, Tessa. Not quite as beautiful as I, what do you think Stephen?"

Stephen blushed, realizing he had been caught staring, and now trapped. "I see you both take after your radiantly beautiful grandmother!"

His response eliciting a huge smile from Emma and a laugh from both Reesa and Tessa. "Smooth, there Mr. Williams, but we'll get you yet! Wait and see."

"Hi Tessa, I'm Stephen Williams, in case this one forgot to mention me."

"Oh, she didn't forget, all she's done is talk about you, for the past week. Every night she was calling me talking about you and what she should do."

"And what did you advise her?" Stephen jokingly asked.

"Oh, to go back over to your place and fuck you again!"

"Tessa!" Emma yelled, while both Reesa and Tessa laughed.

"So I see you are doing better and how's the pain?" Stephen asked, trying to change the topic.

"If she's not, I'm sure you could take care of that, from what I hear!" Tessa piped in.

Stephen looked over at her, just shaking his head. "God, there are two of you! I was hoping you'd be a nice decent girl, unlike your older sister."

"Aren't you in for a treat, Mr. Will ... Stephen," Emma offered.

Tessa had come down on the morning train as soon as she heard the news about Reesa, mainly to be with their grandmother who seemed quite upset by the whole situation.

They informed him that Reesa would be released later in the afternoon from the hospital. Still with a bit of pain, a few broken ribs, and a soar jaw. Stephen tried joking that he hoped that might keep her quiet for a few days, only to be shocked by Tessa's statement,

"It also means no blow jobs for a week or two. But you are kind of cute, maybe I could help out!"

This time both Emma and Reesa yelled out "Tessa!" equally shocked by her brazen bantering. But Reesa and her were both laughing together, obviously at some inside joke on their part. Whatever it was, it was making Stephen uncomfortable, particularly as his cock also responded to Tessa's teasing. What an idea that would be!

Quickly moving his thoughts away from such things, he updated them on the situation, the arrests and confessions as well as the press conference they just held. He was pretty sure it was a non-story. Emma was particularly pleased to hear that and peppered him with questions about the organization behind the scandals. She was also concerned about her son, the girls' father. Stephen reported that the FBI was pretty sure he had never even had any contact with the militants, they just used his name in blackmailing Reesa. He hadn't been located yet as they wanted to question him, but were sure he was not involved in any way.

There was one more thing to discuss, but Stephen asked if they could have some privacy. Reesa said it wasn't necessary, but he gave a glance to Emma who then ushered Tessa out of the room and closed the door.

"Reesa, I know this is awkward and perhaps not the best time, but given the story and my position, we have to come to some type of understanding. I have no idea where our relationship might go, if anywhere, but ... but I ... I want to give it a try. I need to know if you are equally interested. I need to know if we are going to be an 'item' or not!" Stephen was at least able to laugh at the wording.

"An item? Hmmmm, is that how people in your position ask out lowly girls like me?"

"No, No, I didn't mean it like ..."

Reesa burst out laughing. "Of course we are an item. I took a beating for you, nearly sacrificed my life, the least you could do is take me out to dinner a few times."

They both laughed as Stephen leaned over the bed and kissed her on the lips. She was still a little swollen and flinched with pain, but kissed him back. 

"Stephen, it's crazy, I know. I know your position. I know your concerns. But I also know that I've never connected with any man, with anyone, the way I connected with you. It's special, maybe it won't last, but it is here for now."

"Good, and you better be your beautiful self within two weeks; the Chinese President will be here and I need a date to the State Dinner. If you are still swollen, I might just have to take Tessa as a substitute, until you are better of course!"

"You touch her, you die!"

They were both laughing, knowing they were back to their bantering ways. Stephen let Emma and Tessa back in, giving each of them a big hug. After hugging Tessa, Stephen looked back at Reesa and raised his eyebrows, "hmmmm, definitely a possible substitute -- get better soon!"

[To be continued ... soon!]



Reesa Ch. 03



Tessa stayed in DC through the weekend helping to nurse Reesa and take care of their grandmother. She returned Sunday evening to Wellesley by train. Though they spoke often on the phone, Reesa and Stephen had not seen each other, opting instead to wait for the media frenzy to die down. There was a brief interest in who this woman was in Stephen Williams' life. But little more was dragged up then already known – graduate student at SAIS, grandmother working as a cleaning woman in the Senate office building, sister attending Wellesley College, mother died from an overdose, father an alcoholic/drug addict. Some journalist was able to get her university id photo and that became her look to the world, upsetting Reesa as it was so unflattering. Stephen, on the other hand, thought it looked quite good. A few of the talking heads mentioned something about her age compared to Stephens, but it didn't go far as a story. Instead, there was extensive focus on various home-grown terrorist groups, just as Stephen and Bridgette had hoped. After a week the headline news was chasing different stories, with increasing focus on China and the upcoming visit by the President.

Ryan didn't fare as well, but with Marcie fully supporting him even that story died and he was able to return to his work in the White House. There were some attempts to make it a political issue with threats of an inquiry into the sex, but the democratic leadership of congress was able to direct the inquiry specifically on homegrown militant groups.

Finally, after some days, Stephen sent George to pick Reesa up and bring her to his place for dinner while her grandmother worked. As soon as she walked in the door they kissed, hard and passionately, their tongues dueling. Stephen's hands roamed over her hard body, making her wince once as he accidently pressed a hand into her ribs. He grabbed her ass, pulling her tight into him, making sure she could feel his hard cock pressed against her stomach. Reesa responded by grinding her hips against him, eliciting a loud moan of pleasure from Stephen.

Reesa freed herself from his grip and slid down onto her knees undoing his trousers.

"Reesa ... oh," he groaned as she cupped his balls and massaged his cock. "You ... you don't have to ..."

"Don't have to what? You don't like this anymore?" She teased him, biting his cock through his boxers. She then pulled them down, grabbing hold of his freed cock and immediately sucked on it, pushing it deep into her mouth. She then went to work on his cock, stroking and sucking it, gliding it back and forth over her lips, into her mouth, twirling her tongue around it. It had now been a week and a half since Stephen was last with her and he didn't last long, filling her mouth with his cum. Reesa licked his cock clean, swallowed every dropped, then licked her own lips, "mmmm can't wait for the second course."

She stayed the night. At first they made love, a gentle kissing and nibbling and cuddling, then slowly their love making transformed into carnal fucking as Stephen took her from behind, once again fingering her ass, this time with no objections.

Each night that week Reesa spent the night at Stephen's, each night they fucked, and sucked, and licked, and made sweet passionate love. They would also lay there naked, their bodies entangled, her dark ebony skin molding into his white skin, sharing their worlds, their desires, hopes, and fears. She opened up to him, relishing in the release, of finding someone she could be herself with. Each morning as he headed back to the White House and she to the university, it took them forever to part, kissing, hugging, perhaps even a quick blow job before he walked out the door.

On Thursday, Reesa received an unexpected phone call.

"Is this Reesa Jackson? I am Anna Davis calling, I have the First Lady on the line for you, will you hold one second?"

Reesa was stunned. She knew she was flirting with the halls of power, but somehow that aspect of Stephen's life seemed so unreal to her.

"Reesa, I'm sorry to trouble you, this is Michelle."

"No, no, of course not. It's an honor, unexpected to hear from you like this."

"Yes, I expect Stephen didn't mention e to you."

"Oh, quite the contrary, ma'm, Mrs. First Lady ..."

"Please, call me Michelle. Anyone that has stolen my little brother's heart like you have has earned the right to call me Michelle."

"Brother?"

"That's our little joke. But why I'm calling is that this weekend we have some family time over at Camp David. The girls haven't seen Stephen in ages and we would like to invite you both to join us this Friday through Sunday. I hope you can make it, I'm sorry it is kind of last minute, that is how our lives are. It will be relaxing, there's a pool, golf, if you happen to golf, I certainly don't, other things to keep one's self busy, and lots of time to visit. I hope you and Stephen didn't have any plans."

"Of course, we'd love to. I know I would. This is such an honor. I don't know how to thank you. I will speak to Stephen and let you know as soon as possible."

"Excellent! You can call my assistant, Anna, on this number and confirm. I'm assuming Stephen will drive. We'll be there after five tomorrow afternoon. I so look forward to finally meeting. Stephen can't stop talking about you."

"Thank you ma'm, Michelle. I too look forward to meeting Stephen's older sister."

Michelle laughed and then disconnected.

Reesa was beside herself with joy at such a unique opportunity, spending the weekend with the President and his family! Her mind started to race a hundred miles a minute, wondering what to wear, what to take, how should she great the President, and on and on.

Reesa was a nervous wreck on the drive up to Camp David, talking a mile a minute the entire time. Stephen had never seen her quite so excited and so unsure of herself, it was so unlike Reesa. As they drove up to and entered the main security gate she fell completely silent, taking in deep breaths. Stephen pointed out the compound where the current negotiations were taking place with representatives of the Chinese government and then they drove up to the Presidential compound. Reesa took another deep breath as they were cleared through the last security gate. 

They were showed to their suite and started to unpack. After a few minutes there was a knock on the door, assuming it was one of the staff members, Reesa yelled out, "come in!"

And in walked the First Lady. Reesa started to stammer, making an apology, but Michelle made nothing of it.

"So I see Stephen's taste in women has gone up a notch or two, though I fail to understand what a beautiful, intelligent woman like you sees in him!" Michelle said laughing as she and Stephen hugged. She then walked over to Reesa and gave her a big hug, whispering in her ear, "relax, you are amongst family. You'll fit right in."

"You continue to unpack while I take this lovely woman out to meet the kids and that husband of mine, if I can ever find him." And out they went as Stephen lingered behind, knowing that everything Michelle did was with intention, figuring she didn't want him around at the moment.

After about ten minutes he made his way out to the back of the compound where there was a large patio area overlooking a pool. Reesa was sitting on the edge of the pool, talking and playing with the girls – a very good sign. As soon as they saw Stephen walk out onto the patio they screamed, "Uncle Stephen" in unison and came running over to him jumping into his arms. Reesa also made her way over and was standing next to him as the girls jabbered on about things they've done since they last met. 

Sasha then whispered, loudly so everyone could here, "good job on finding Reesa! I think she'll fit right in, unlike your last girlfriend." At which everyone laughed, remembering how utterly uncomfortable Lynda had felt around the two girls, having no skills to talk about anything that wasn't professionally driven.

The President warmly welcomed Stephen and they all sat down and had some wine and chatted as the girls ran back to the pool. Reesa felt right at ease as the conversation swirled around a variety of subjects, from major political issues to concerns about the girls' education to life back in Chicago. Somewhere amidst the lively conversation, a barbecue dinner had been served, along with dessert and soon everyone was ready to turn in.

As they entered their suite, Stephen couldn't keep his hands off of Reesa, grabbing her from behind, he cupped her breasts and shoved his semi-hard cock along her ass. Reesa pushed him away, teasing him. "Stephen, your boss is sleeping down the hall, behave yourself," she said coyly, though unable to hide her own desire in her sparkling eyes. As Stephen approached her again, she pushed him into the lounge chair and started to sway her body seductively in front of him. Twirling around she slowly lifted the hem of her skirt, exposing the dark flesh of her tight ass, encased in a red lace panty. 

Stephen looked on mesmerized as Reesa performed a strip-tease for him slowly pulling down the straps of her dress, shaking her big tits in his face as she unhooked her bra, then sliding her panty-clad ass over his protruding cock. Still in her panties and heeled sandals, Reesa slid down on her knees in front of him and slowly, teasingly released his cock. Stephen just sat back enjoying the show and the sight of his cock slipping between her succulent lips. Reesa looked up into his eyes, not having to say a word, lusciously licking her lips. Her eyes were alit with passion, with desire, and with a playfulness that Stephen had only seen glimpses of in the past few days.

Bringing Stephen near to climax, Reesa popped his cock out of her mouth, not letting him cum. Stephen gasped at the unexpected disruption of his orgasm. By then he was naked, having stripped off his clothes while Reesa was sucking him. He stood up and grabbed her, his hard cock pressed against her lower stomach, and kissed her. They kissed long and hard, their tongues dueling in desire. He then broke the kiss and stepped back and admired the ebony beauty standing naked. Her dark nipples hard, her pussy glistening with her desire, her chest slightly heaving with anticipation. They fucked in Stephen's favorite position, Reesa on top riding his white cock, allowing him to view it disappearing into her black pussy, and more importantly to suck on her young, firm breasts.

She came like she hadn't in a long time, if ever, shaking as the orgasm ripped through her body. Stephen had never seen her have such an intense orgasm. After her shaking stopped, she collapsed on top of him and he gently rolled her onto the bed. She was out for several minutes. Watching the satiated Reesa, Stephen reflected back about the first night he and Lynda had slept in the President's compound of Camp David. 

She was not her usual sexually reserved, prudish self. As soon as they walked into the room, she became the aggressor, pushing him against the wall, mauling him, stripping his close off as they kissed hard and passionately. They had fucked three times that night, a first! He realized then the old adage of how power is an aphrodisiac. He assumed the same with Reesa. How wrong he was. For her it was the discovery of herself, of finding people, even if it was the President of the United States and his family, who allowed her to be herself. She didn't have to hide behind her cold façade; she felt safe and thus was willing to let herself go with Stephen. It was love, comfort, and security that drove her to such an erotic fulfillment, not power.

After breakfast the next day, the President wanted to stop in and see how the talks with the Chinese were going but was advised by the chief negotiator that it would be best if he didn't disrupt the talks at the moment. Instead, he sent Stephen over and suggested he take Reesa so she could witness international policy in the making. It was a casual affair, in the afternoon they would be playing a round of golf. No one was wearing a suit, it was a strategy by the administration to make the Chinese uncomfortable, as they are known to prefer more formal and structured negotiations. Reesa watched with great interest the talks, focusing at the moment on aspects of trade with Afghanistan and Pakistan.

At lunch, back in the President's compound, with the entire First family, Reesa went on how exciting it was to witness such talks, but wondered who the individuals were representing the Chinese side, particularly the middle aged man that sat in the back. Stephen indicated that he was some mid-level bureaucrat in the trade ministry. But Reesa didn't believe him.

"Didn't you notice how on each of the points it was he that acquiesced or whispered something into the ear of the chief negotiator? He seemed to be the one orchestrating the whole thing."

Immediately the President butted in, "What do you mean? From the intel we were given he is a nobody, there more to support the team than be an active participant."

"But you could tell, like when they went on break, they were all so deferential towards him, in very subtle ways. If I had not known I would have thought he was the chief negotiator. But I would guess he is not a bureaucrat, but rather an industrialist or major businessman."

The President immediately excused himself and made a few calls. A half-hour later, he was back to finish his lunch.

"I don't how you knew that Reesa, but you were right. All our diplomatic and security intel on the background of each of the participants didn't reveal what you learned in thirty minutes of watching them. Mr. Han Wenchi is not his real name. He is Chan Bulao, owner of the largest private mining operation in China! They included him covertly so they could try and squeeze us for a contract for exploring the lithium deposits in Afghanistan! Now we got something on them and they will have to back down a bit and on their demands. This is fantastic! I think I'm going to hire you to observe all our negotiations for now on and tell us what is really going on. That is quite a talent you have."

Reesa was quite pleased with the acknowledgement and positive words of the President, but didn't really think much of it. She'd always been able to read people from their eyes, their expressions, their body language – even if what they were saying was the exact opposite, she could discern the truth.

Later that afternoon, as the four of them once again sat around enjoying an evening appetizer and glass of wine prior to being served dinner, Michelle and Stephen were chatting between themselves. At one point, they broke out into laughter, obviously an inside joke between the two of them. Michelle then excused themselves, saying she wanted to talk to Stephen. The President and Reesa watched them walk away under the arbor, with their arms around one another.

Reesa looked over at the President, "you know you don't have to be jealous."

"Jealous? I'm not jealous. Those two have known each other since they were young kids. They have some history together, I'm sure you know the story."

"I can see it in your eyes. Though perhaps what you are jealous of is the depth of their friendship. They do love each other, but solely as brother and sister. There is no awkwardness between them, no tentative glances, no indication their love for one another is anything but as closest friends, as brother and sister. And you know something else, they both love you even more. Stephen would do anything for you, he respects you so dearly and deeply, and I can understand why."

"You can see all that?"

"Yes, you just have to be observant, to watch. I had plenty of opportunities to watch people when I was younger – it was a survival skill, knowing when my dad was about to burst and start beating on me and my sister, or when my mom needed her fix. Some things were obvious, but I could see it coming before she even knew."

Their conversation continued as Reesa shared parts of her past with the President, something she had never done with anyone, except Stephen. 

By the end of the weekend, Reesa was indeed family, the girls jumping into her lap to give her kisses before they left and insist she come back and play with them more. As they drove away, Reesa had a warm feeling of belonging. Yes, she had been sitting amidst the most powerful person in the world, that itself was unbelievable, but next to the feeling of ease of laughing, chatting, and playing it was nothing. She reached over and grabbed Stephen's hand and held it with both of hers in her lap, soaking in the sun, enjoying life.

***********************

The weeks rolled by. Most nights Reesa spent at Stephen's, though always home by the time her grandmother returned. Her semester ended and she was about to start a summer internship with an international organization, something she arranged through the university long before she met Stephen. Tessa too was finishing her first year at Wellesley, but had opted to participate in a summer study abroad program in Europe, spending time in Paris, Berlin, and Rome. She had received a fellowship to cover her costs, though it was a difficult decision leaving her sister and grandmother behind. It would be the first time she would be away for more than a few weeks.

Being with Reesa was still so new to Stephen, he was still learning about her, her background, her likes and dislikes, as well as about his own emotional capabilities, and limitations. It was a struggle, but he loved every moment of it. Though rumors were circulating in the Washington gossip columns, it was at the State dinner for the President of China that Stephen and Reesa made their public debut as a couple. Reesa was an instant hit in the DC in-crowd. They both knew it had more to do with the fact that she was black and he white, a superficial attempt of the power elite to be multicultural, given the new climate of race in the capital. But they enjoyed it none the less. 

They were invited out continuously to embassy dinners and cultural events, turning down most of them, still wanting to figure out their own relationship, on their terms and in their space. It was a radical transformation for Reesa, from diligent student and caring granddaughter and sister to a DC insider. She attended a few ladies' events for wives of ambassadors and congressmen, which also included a few girlfriends. She was, nevertheless always the odd one out, being the only person actually from DC, being usually the youngest, and the poorest. She knew why she was being invited; being seen with her was the new status symbol for the DC elite. It was superficial, boorish at times, but she played her role, adapting to being the significant other of one of the most powerful men in the city. She knew it was a role, she adapted to it, but had no hankerings or desires to be one of them or to be fully accepted. This allowed her more freely to be herself, making her that much more of an oddity in the fake world of power brokers and wannabes, and thus that much more of a desirable guest at this or that luncheon or dinner or high tea. 

Returning after an evening out at some function they would often laugh at the various attempts of different people to be politically correct and Reesa went on about what she saw that people would prefer to stay hidden. One piece of news that Stephen found disturbing, following a farewell dinner for the Ambassador of France, attended by many senators, congressmen, and members of the President's cabinet, was Reesa's report that she was sure one of the cabinet members was having an illicit affair with the wife of the Ambassador of Brazil. It was possible as Stephen knew that the secretary had formerly worked in Brazil and was old friends with the Ambassador, who was now onto his third wife, a much younger, extremely buxom and sexy former Brazilian beauty queen who was the second runner up in the Ms. Universe competition four years earlier.




Reesa Ch. 03



Reesa's guess was that the Secretary was not the only one she was sleeping with. While she was openly flirtatious with all men, there were a few who kept their distance, obviously hiding their familiarity with her sexual ways. Stephen was amused by Reesa's insights, but also troubled that a Secretary, a member of the President's cabinet could be so reckless.

Stephen wasn't sure what to do with the news, but in the end chose to share it with Bridgette. She didn't believe it, questioning Reesa's read. The Secretary in question was one of the few that had an extremely clean record and was known to be truly progressive, working for a variety of citizens' movements. If it was to become known, it would be disastrous for the Secretary, though probably have little impact on the administration. They were tempted to let it go, but Bridgette decided that while not telling the President, they should confront the Secretary directly. Given the delicacy of the issue, Stephen went alone to the Secretaries' office.

"Who the fuck do you think you are Stephen, walking into my office in making such moronic accusations? Do you have any idea who I am and how this city operates? I support the President one hundred percent, but he sure does have some clueless advisors."

"With all due respect sir, I don't really give a fuck what you think of me, but if you do anything to harm this administration, you will definitely see the full weight of the party on your ass."

"Oh, now who is calling the kettle black? You can go around and fuck who you want, but nobody else can? We have to live up to some high moral value while you sleep with some girl off the street? You fucking hypocrite."

Stephen was ready to jump out of his chair and pound the hell out of the Secretary, but realized that would not go over well.

"You are a moron Bill, all I'm doing is exploring the rumors, nothing has come of it, nor nothing will, if you so desire."

"You really have no clue how this city works do you? I was here for eight years in the Clinton administration, I know damn well what I'm doing and its potential ramifications, if any. For your education, let me inform you, yes I fucked that beautiful young woman, god she is built for sex. Holy shit, I've never been taken for such a ride. That ass..." The Secretary reminisced, remembering his first night with her. "But let me also tell you that her husband knows, not only does he know, he was present, he watched me fuck her."

"What? What the fuck are you trying to tell me? Don't make up shit Bill to hide behind."

The Secretary laughed, "god, you really are fresh off the boat. My dear Stephen, half this city sleeps with the other half's spouse, everyone is fucking around. Don't be fooled by anyone's pretense of morality, they ... we are all fucking hypocrites."

"But what about your wife Diana and kids, don't you think they'll mind?"

"Stephen," once again Bill laughed, "she was there too. She licked that pretty little Brazilian's pussy clean after I came in it."

Stephen sat there, his mouth agape, unbelieving what Bill was telling him. "And be careful, she also finds your little Reesa quite the hot piece, she's been begging me to invite the two of you over some weekend when the kids are away. Wouldn't mind a piece of her myself. And of course Diana thinks you are incredibly hot. Think about. Could be fun."

Roberto, the Brazilian Ambassador, and Bill were old friends. Bill had known both his previous wives, socially as well as intimately, as well as he knowing Diana. When Roberto married Maria, the beauty queen, Roberto laughingly told Bill at their first dinner together, with both her and Diana within earshot, "I married her for you Bill. I know how you like the dark Brazilian look and how much you enjoy big round asses. When I first met her all I could think about was how much you would enjoy fucking her Bill."

"I must admit, I don't think I've ever heard of such a reason for marrying before, but I'm sure Diana and I will both be having lots of Brazilian nights during your stint as Ambassador. Don't do anything to screw up your appointment and be recalled, we'll be very disappointed." At which they were all laughing. That night Bill and Diana fucked the beauty queen while Roberto watched, his favorite past time.

A few weeks later Roberto solicited their assistance, with a newbie. One of the guests was to be the Deputy Ambassador from Japan and his very sexy wife, someone Roberto had had his eye on since they first arrived in DC four months earlier. Roberto also invited a congressman and his wife, Kathy, who had the reputation for being able to deep throat, including having taken the full cock of the previous Ambassador of Ghana who was rumored to have had the biggest cock in the city. 

Roberto confessed his sinful desires for the young Japanese wife and solicited Diana and Bill to help seduce her, trying to make her comfortable and more accepting of the situation. It was a bit of a political risk, but adding to the excitement of the conquest. Indeed, that was half the fun, there were always new couples arriving in DC and there was always a competition to see who could seduce them first. Apparently the French already tried the young Japanese couple, but without success. Roberto thus brought in reinforcements knowing that Diana and Kathy would be perfect allies, surrounding her with women to ease the seduction. He also knew that few men would be able to resist the temptation of Maria, offering her in exchange for Mariko; ah, the world of high diplomacy, of give and take.

Diana herself agreed that Mariko would be quite the catch and inclusion in their weekend games. The ladies went outside and told the men to go in for drinks. The four women sat lounging by the pool discussing life in DC when Maria suggested they all go swimming. Kathy and Diana played the part, insisting they couldn't as they didn't have their swimsuits, but then Maria stripped off her clothes followed soon by Kathy. Mariko refused, but soon Diana had talked her into wearing her bra and panties, which she did as well. Once they got wet and were splashing about, Diana removed hers, saying how heavy they felt, encouraging Mariko to also strip naked, which she reluctantly did.

After about five minutes the men came outside, knowing very well the plan. At first the women screamed out of feigned embarrassment, telling the men to go back inside. But then Maria started to taunt and tease them, even jumping out of the water for them to see her tits. Soon Kathy was too. Within minutes the men were all stripped and in the pool. There was a lot of teasing going on, Maria particularly working on the Japanese Deputy Ambassador.

Diana sensed Mariko's unease as she watched a naked Maria flirt with her husband. She worked hard on keeping them separated, allowing each to figure out what to do on their own. Kathy was to be the initiator and first started kissing passionately her husband. But it was when she started kissing Bill that Mariko gasped, looking at Diana, expecting her to be upset. Instead, Diana laughed, explaining to Mariko, that it was all in good fun, a way for the men to release the extreme tensions of their positions, to let go and enjoy themselves. That as wives of such powerful men, Diana argued, it was their duty to allow them to explore, and that they too, as part of the DC elite, also had every right to enjoy themselves along the way. She knew it was a crock of bull, but thought the 'duty' part might play into Mariko's Japanese sensibility.

As they were talking, Roberto came over and was standing with them. Looking over her shoulder at her husband, Mariko was confused, as was her husband. Bill then joined him and Maria, showing him that it was ok for him to touch her, to kiss her. Bill started to suck on her breasts, then offered them to Teike, the Deputy Ambassador. Simultaneously, Diana and Roberto began kissing in front of Mariko. Teole broke down, who could resist an offering like Maria? He started to suck on her tits. Within moments he was lost to the world. There was nothing to stop Mariko now from enjoying herself as well. And she did. After Diana and Roberto broke their kiss, she stepped forward and started to kiss Roberto. 

Taking it to the next level, Bill guided Maria and Teike out of the pool to a mattress that was conveniently lying nearby. Maria got on all fours and Bill instructed Teike to fuck her from behind. He was beyond concern for his wife, never having such an amazing opportunity, and such a perfect ass. Bill then beckoned Kathy and her husband to join them. Bill laid down near Maria and Teike, and Kathy got on top of him, gliding his dick into her pussy. Her husband stood next to her, shoving his cock into her waiting mouth. Diana then had Roberto sit on the pool and both she and Mariko took turns sucking him.

After a few minutes Roberto took the innocent Mariko by the hand and into the house and to the master bedroom where he fucked her several times, initiating her into the wonderful world of DC politics. Soon, Bill too slipped away, not wanting to miss out on a piece of Mariko. The congressman too slipped up to the bedroom, leaving Teike and the three insatiable women. After he had fucked each of them and witnessed them making love with one another, Diana guided him, followed by Kathy and Maria, to the master bedroom. There Teike saw his innocent wife filled with three cocks, Roberto underneath, Bill in her ass, and the congressman's cock in her mouth. He gasped on seeing her, but despite having ejaculated three times already his cock also twitched with excitement watching his wife being gang fucked. Kathy sucked him as he watched his wife being used by the three men. 

After that night, Mariko was a hit at many of the parties, never able to get enough cock and Teike, like Roberto, learning the fine pleasure of watching his wife taking other men's cocks, finding it particularly enticing to see her covered in their cum.

*****************

Bill just laughed as Stephen got up, silently leaving the Secretaries' office, shocked at what he had just heard. But also acknowledging that his own cock started to twitch at the image of Diana licking that Brazilian sexpot's pussy, and Reesa's! It hadn't come up yet, but he started to wonder if Reesa had any bi-sexual experiences or curiosities. Even the thought of her with another woman kept Stephen's cock twitching in his trousers as he returned to the White House.

Ten minutes after entering his office, Bridgette came in, closed the door and plopped herself on the couch.

"Well, what did Bill have to say? Did he own up to having slept with her, was Reesa right?"

"Yes and no," Stephen replied, vaguely.

"What do you mean? Explain yourself Stephen? What happened?"

"Well, first, the man is a fucking ass; who vetted him for the position? They should be fired, though it was probably me, what a bastard. Second, he, well, according to him, he did sleep with her, but while her husband watched and, here's the doozy, he slept with her WITH Diana. Diana fucked her too."

Bridgette laughed, "god these bastards are all the same. Un-fucking believable. Are you serious? Of course you are, and yes, I fully believe him. I've been invited to a few of these parties."

"What? You? Are you serious?"

"What, don't think I'm attractive enough to be desired by others?"

"No, god no, you know what I mean. It's just that, well, I must confess I didn't quite imagine you the swinging type."

"Jesus Stephen, do you really think I think of myself that lowly? To be used by other men ultimately for their fucking selfish pleasures as they put their wives out there to be used?"

"No, fuck ... of course not, just ... I'm so damn clueless about what goes on in this city. I think I need to go back to Chicago! Besides, I've never been invited to any such parties, at least not to my knowledge."

"Of course you weren't, look at who you were dating!" Bridgette blurted out laughing.

Stephen too started to laugh, "yeah, can't quite see Lynda seeking out sexual pleasures outside a very narrowly defined norm. Never had such bad sex in my life. Unbelievable."

"Stephen, let's not go there, I don't really need to know all this. So the big Secretary is into swinging. Who would have guessed? Must have made his day when his friend Roberto married that woman! Be careful Stephen, now that you are with Reesa, you just might expect an invitation or two."

"Bill already indicated Diana wants us over some weekend when their kids are away!"

Bridgette just started laughing as she got up and left Stephen's office.

That night, lying entangled with Reesa, their bodies glistening with the afterglow of their love making, Stephen couldn't help but bring up the topic. All night long he was imagining Reesa having sex with other women. At first it was Diana, but then he couldn't get the image out of his head of Reesa and Bridgette. When he came, it was to the vision of Bridgette licking Reesa's pussy. 

Out of the blue, he asked, "what's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?"

Ressa looked at him askew, "what's this about?"

"I'm just curious, we've shared so much, but we haven't really spoken about our sexual selves, our desires, our experiences, I'm just curious."

"I prefer not to get into it Stephen. I'm sorry, you know I wasn't a virgin when we met, what more do you want to know?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just curious. Ok, if not what you've done, what is something you might want to do? What is one of your fantasies?"

"Eat lobster while tranquilly soaking in a Caribbean Sea breeze on some small island," she replied, while untangling herself from him and getting up off the bed.

"Why does it make you so uncomfortable talking about sex? We've shared so much and have such incredible sex together, isn't it healthy to discuss our desires and interests," Stephen pleaded as Reesa got up and put on her robe.

"Ok, Mr. Psychologist, what's the kinkiest thing you've ever done? Who is it you fantasize about when you are fucking me? Hmmm, tell me."

"Reesa, I don't fantasize about anyone. I have no need to imagine sex with anyone else when I'm with you. I've never had such incredible sex, or so much! I just thought ... I don't know, everyone has their kinks, their desires, secret fantasies, I just thought it would be good to share."

"What, you don't want to tell me your secret fantasies now? And what planted this sudden interest of yours in my fantasies in your head to begin with? Why are you so interested?"

"Reesa, it doesn't have to be accusative, does it? It is just a topic of discussion, getting to know each other. I'm sorry, I seem to have touched a sensitive issue with you. Let's drop it, ok?"

"No, not ok, why are you so interested? Did something happen again? Someone trying to get into your pants and you want to see if that is my fantasy? Maybe Bridgette got you all hot and bothered and now you want to talk fantasies rather than just enjoy what we have. Come on, tell me, why this sudden interest? For several months we've been together, fucking and sucking, enjoying ourselves plus sharing everything about ourselves, our pasts and our desires and interests for the future and now all of a sudden you want to talk about sexual fantasies? Who is she?"

"Reesa, dear god, there is no one. No one tried to seduce me. It isn't ..."

"Come on Stephen, I can see it in your eyes, there is some ulterior motive to your questions. What is it?" By now Reesa had gone down the stairs and plopped herself onto the couch. Fumbling for the remote she turned on the stereo system and started to listen to some soulful music as Stephen made his way downstairs, pulling on a pair of shorts.

"Reesa it isn't that insidious, trust me. Some issues came up about the Cabinet Secretary you were sure was having an affair with the Brazilian Ambassador's wife. Remember the accusation you made? Well, I had to follow it up with the Secretary and was quite shocked at what I learned."

"I was right wasn't I? But what does that have to do with our sex life?"

"It was weird, I never had such a conversation before. Besides the fact Bill is an absolute bastard, you were right he is fucking that woman. Only the Ambassador knows, as does Bill's wife. Not only does she know, she participated. They are swingers!"

"What? Are you fucking kidding me? Is that what you political powerhouses do, fuck each others' wives? Unbelievable! But, what does that have to do with us. You fantasize about swinging too? Want to watch me fuck other men, is that it?"

"No, not at all. I want you all to myself. It isn't that I want to join their fucked up games. It just got me thinking. Obviously, for a couple to swing with others, they have to be pretty open about their sexual interests and desires and that that is something you and I have never really discussed. It isn't to see if you are amenable to such an idea – I have no interest. It was merely a springboard to share more between ourselves about our own sexual selves. That's all. No devious plan to seduce you into swinging or anything. I just want to know more about you, all of you."

Reesa had sat back into the couch, lost in the music. Stephen sat there for a moment watching her. Her robe had fallen off her legs, exposing her naked vagina and barely covered her breasts. Reesa rested her head back against the couch, her long next stretched out. So absolutely beautiful, he thought to himself.

He gently slid off the couch onto the floor. Kneeling in front of Reesa, Stephen spread her knees apart and started to kiss her inner thighs. Reesa let out a soft moan, reaching down and rubbing her hands through Stephen's hair. He slowly made his way up her inner thigh towards her cleanly shaven pussy. He flicked a tongue across her pussy lips, making her flinch and moan. She slid herself towards the edge of the couch, making Stephen's access to her pussy more direct and he began in earnest to lick her, flicking his tongue over her clit. He could taste his own semen in her, not the first time he licked her after coming inside her. Reesa untied her robe opening it up, exposing her breasts, as she remained leaning against the back of the couch. She grabbed one of Stephen's hands and drew it to her naked breast; he gently squeezed it and teased her nipple. Reesa played with her other breast, losing herself in the music, the sensual touch of Stephen's hand, and the erotic feel of his tongue lapping at her pussy. She felt her insides begin to explode as her orgasm possessed her body. She grabbed Stephen's head and pushed him hard into her pussy as her body convulsed with pleasure. 

She collapsed onto the couch laying still as Stephen got up to wash his face clean of her juices. When he returned, he sat on the chair opposite, watching her. 

With her eyes still closed, Reesa spoke, "Do you still want to know the kinkiest thing I've done? It isn't pretty."

"Reesa, you don't have to."

"It isn't what I did, it was done to me. Stephen, I fucked four guys. How's that for kinky. Only I didn't fuck them, they fucked me. They raped me Stephen. I was fourteen. They were in our home partying with my mom. They did some drugs, they fucked her, then they raped me. While she watched! While Tessa was in her room crying, knowing what was happening. That is the kinkiest think I've done Stephen. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Though her eyes were closed, tears were running down her face. Stephen moved over and laid next to her on the couch, holding her. She curled into his arms, holding him tight against her body.

"Reesa ... Jesus, Ressa, I'm sorry. I ..."

"Don't say anything Stephen. Just hold me. Just love me."

"I love you Reesa."

******************

After their father died, Stephen, Meagan, and their mother formed a special relationship, bonding in their shared fear and pain, a childhood lost to abuse and neglect. As Stephen went off to university, Meagan and their mother became closer as Meagan helped her realize there was a whole world to discover free from fear that she had suffered for fifteen years while married to that beast. It was then that Meagan learned that their mother had suffered a lot longer, their own grandfather having beaten her regularly as a child. It was something she came to accept as natural, as the way of the world.




Reesa Ch. 03



When their mother was diagnosed with a particularly aggressive form of pancreatic cancer and died five months later, Stephen and Meagan's relationship slipped away. When he returned home to help care for their mother Stephen discovered several skeletons in the family closet, skeletons he didn't have the emotional capacity of dealing with. Keeping his distance from his sister seemed like the safest thing to do.

For her part, Meagan adored and loved Stephen. When he slipped away after their mother's death, it pained her tremendously. For two years she became severely depressed but slowly emerged from it with the help of a kind lover. In her mind, she justified the distance between them as being due to her lifestyle choice. She was a lesbian and knowing the political climate argued in her head that it was best not to expose herself too much to media attention that being close to Stephen would generate. This allowed her to justify the distance between them, blocking from her mind other unresolved issues.

Seeing Reesa and Tessa together, seeing the bond of two sisters raised in such hardship made him reflect upon his own troubled relationship with his sister. Inspired, though troubled by childhood ghosts he knew he would have to resolve someday, Stephen called her one weekend out of the blue. It had been over six months since they had last spoken. She had known about Reesa through the media reports, following his life closely. She regularly scanned the internet for any blurb about him, relishing in his successes and becoming disturbed whenever there were attacks against him.

Despite a nagging voice telling him not to, he found himself inviting Meagan for Christmas. She was all the family he had, and he wanted to share her with Reesa and her family. Perhaps it was time to face the ghosts that lingered in his life.

It was seeing Tessa and Reesa interact that sparked Stephen's desire to reach out to his own sister, missing the natural connection they once shared as children. The two sisters were closer than any two people Stephen had ever known. They shared everything – which at times Stephen found disconcerting. Tessa knew all about their sex life, their little disagreements, and everything about him. And she was never afraid to use it either. She was a natural flirt, at times shocking Stephen with her boldness and outright bawdiness. He didn't find her uncouth, she just had a knack for shocking people out of their assumed normative ideas of bourgeois propriety. It was a fine art and one she excelled at! She often said things for the shock factor, seeing how people would react. 

One weekend Tessa visited and stayed with Stephen and Reesa at his place while their grandmother visited her sister in Baltimore. Having two beautiful, sexy women in his house was tough enough, particularly when one did everything she could to excitement him while the other did everything she could to shock him. While making dinner Friday night for the newly arrived Tessa, Ressa couldn't keep her hands off Stephen in the kitchen, while Tessa showered and settled into the guestroom downstairs. Reesa even managed to slip her hand down the front of his trousers and fondle his cock while he tried to stir the homemade spaghetti sauce he had made earlier. She seductively rubbed herself up against him, thrusting her pelvis into his hardening cock, circulating it against him, making sure he got hard and stayed hard. Stephen finally gave up trying to push her away and instead untucked his shirt to help try and hide his obvious excitement from Tessa. 

During the meal, Reesa didn't let up, letting her hand roam over his thigh and crouch while Stephen attempted to eat. She felt thrilled teasing him such, giving her sister quite the show. 

"Reesa tells me how much you love having her suck your cock, Stephen," Tessa blurted out in the middle of the meal as Reesa was rubbing his cock through his trousers under the table. "Do you think it is because she is such a good cock sucker, or because of her big lips that us black girls have that makes it so good? Or perhaps you just get off seeing your white cock slip between a black girl's lips, like you own her or something."

Stephen blushed, but responded harshly, "maybe it's because I love her. Did you ever consider that?"

"Sure I suppose that is a possibility, I know you two love each other, but the way she describes your sex life I feel like you two are living in some porn flick, fucking all the time! Guess us black girls bring out the finer qualities in you," Tessa said laughing.

"Shut up Tessa," Reesa piped in. "You're just jealous because you haven't had good sex in such a long time."

"It isn't me giving him such a hard time," Tessa said laughing. "By the looks of it, I can see why you like sucking him so much."

Stephen just shook his head, surrendering to their sexual bantering and teasing. It was when Reesa seduced him into getting into the hot tub, that he knew it was going to be trouble. He managed to convince her to allow him to wear his bathing suit, normally they soak in the nude, just the two of them. Both Reesa and Tessa came out with towels wrapped around them and Stephen brought out a bottle of wine and glasses. He sunk into the hot tube, enjoying the relaxing heat against the cool autumn night. Both girls then slipped their towels off, exposing their stark naked bodies.

Stephen gasped, his eyes drawn to the two beauties. Reesa was gorgeous with near perfect ebony skin and large firm breasts, but Tessa, she left him speechless. Her body was perfectly proportioned, sculpted from marble, with hard muscles, flawless skin that glowed, long shapely legs, a tight oval ass, and oh so perfect breasts. She pranced about, showing off her naked figure as Reesa slipped into the tub next to Stephen. Once she had enough of exposing herself to Stephen rather than slipping into the tub Tessa sat on the edge dangling her feet into the bubbling hot water, directly opposite Stephen. He could not avoid but admire her perfect figure, her 19-year old breasts, so firm, her taut stomach, her long legs, and her clean shaven dark pussy. Tessa didn't miss the opportunity of teasing him, nonchalantly spreading her legs. Ressa acted like it was a normal thing for her younger sister to be flashing her boyfriend, taking advantage of Stephen's arousal by teasing him more directly. Her hand immediately found his semi-erect cock and stroked it under the water. She hid nothing, it being obvious to Tessa what she was doing.

Reesa whispered into his ear, "She's beautiful, isn't she. Look at her breasts, I bet you are imagining sucking them right now, aren't you?"

Stephen turned quickly and looked into Reesa's eyes when she said that, seeing laughter and desire. As with earlier, Stephen surrendered himself to Reesa, allowing her to be the master puppeteer. He had no idea what her intentions were, but whatever they were, he knew he'd be enjoying himself.

Reesa continued to fondle and tease his cock, while Tessa teased his vision and his mind. 

"It's such a shame people are so uptight about sex, it should be so natural, so easy, no reason to hide it in the bedroom," Tessa tossed out there, speaking to no one. As she did though, she slipped her hand between her legs and started to rub her own pussy. "Sex is such a beautiful thing, and such an amazing release, why pretend and hide it away?" she asked no one in particular as she slipped a finger into her pussy.

Stephen gasped watching her, also aware of the naked Reesa sitting next to him, her breasts rubbing against his arm. He finally broke the spell Tessa had on his mind, and poured more wine for everyone. Offering it to Tessa, it forced her to remove her hand from her pussy. Reesa was laughing at Stephen's predicament, knowing she was going to be the beneficiary of his extreme arousal.

Despite having a hard cock tenting out his swim trunks, Stephen stepped out of the tub.

"Looks pretty big there sis, I see what you're talking about, not bad for a white guy!" Making them both break out into laughter.

Stephen excused himself to head up to bed, but Reesa too stepped out of the tub, grabbed hold of his arm, and walked indoors with him.

As soon as they entered their bedroom Reesa was all over him, pressing her naked body against his as they both quickly struggled to pull his wet trunks off him. Pushing him back on to the bed, she squatted over him. Holding his cock, she guided it into her hot pussy as she lowered herself onto him. Reesa moaned out as Stephen's cock filled her pussy. They both started humping, smacking their pelvises against one another in their aroused state.

"She's beautiful, isn't she? She has such perfect tits," Reesa commented. "You want to suck them don't you? You want to lick her pussy, don't you Stephen? I felt how aroused you were. You want to fuck my beautiful younger sister, don't you?"

Stephen dared say nothing, only becoming more and more aroused as Reesa continued to talk about Tessa and her body. 

"You liked watching her masturbate, wishing it was your fingers, your cock inside her. Do you imagine fucking her now," Reesa went all teasing him.

Stephen's response was an explosive orgasm, filling her pussy with his semen. Not having enough, Stephen pushed her off of him, onto her stomach. He knelt between her legs and lifted her hips up. Still hard, he slid his cock into Reesa's dripping pussy, his own semen mixing with her juices. Stephen slapped her ass, as she continued to taunt him with images of Tessa, pushing herself over the edge into a screaming orgasm. Though she was ready to collapse, Stephen held onto her hips, continuing to pound into her. Reesa's body was shaking, whipping her head back and forth as she had another orgasm. Seeing her explode, Stephen too came, shooting a second load of cum into her pussy.

Stephen then collapsed onto her both of them panting, Reesa seemingly out. Stephen then heard unmistakably a creak on the stairwell. As he turned around he realized the bedroom door was wide open. If Tessa had not watched she at least heard the wild sex, including Reesa's talking of her. He shook off whatever thoughts he had and fell into a peaceful, post-coital slumber.

The next morning nothing was said, Tessa didn't make a joke of their love making nor said anything. The whole situation confused Stephen, unsure why Reesa used her sister to excite and arouse him. He enjoyed it, he certainly wasn't going to complain about that, but somehow it just didn't sit right with him. Bringing the topic up with Reesa though seemed like more of a challenge. Rather, he surrendered himself to her desires, allowing her to tease him with Tessa over and over again. It did add a spark to their sex – not that they needed any more sparks.

******************

Several weeks later, in the middle of the fall semester, after a particularly exciting night of sex, having fucked Reesa bent over the couch and then coming over her tits as she sucked him, Stephen was awoken as Reesa got up and out of bed, putting on her short robe over her naked body without saying anything. She went downstairs and Stephen just rolled over and tried to fall back asleep. He heard the front door open and then Tessa's voice. He looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 3:30 in the morning. 

He heard some crying and decided he should get up and find out what was going on. He put on a pair of shorts and his robe and walked down the stairs and sat on one of the lower steps. Reesa sat on the couch, her robe partially open, one full breast in view, another just barely covered by the robe. It was extremely erotic. Even more so was seeing Tessa with her head on Reesa's lap, her naked tit just above Tessa's face; a tit covered with his cum which he could still see dried on Ressa's skin. Reesa was rubbing her hand through Tessa's hair, comforting her. While he was concern what had happened, he could not help but appreciate the erotic image of the two sisters, one, her body partially exposed, comforting the other. The other, in a vulnerable state, looked even more beautiful than usual to Stephen. Her smooth dark skin radiated as she silently cried.

Stephen didn't say anything, though Reesa had acknowledged his presence, they both sat there silently waiting for Tessa to find her voice. Reesa was obviously upset herself, but it didn't seem to be something too serious.

Tessa was apparently being melodramatic and over reacting, though she did have a right to be upset. Earlier that afternoon, the dean of the college had called her in and informed her that due to financial hardships, the fellowship that Tessa had been offered for four years of study was no longer available. They were looking into other means of financing her education, and promised they would do their best to find alternative funding, but it wasn't going to be easy.

Stephen thought it was a pile of crap as he was certain that Wellesley College had a huge endowment. He was sure they would find funding for her, they owed it to her given they had promised her four years of funding. Tessa finally admitted that the dean had guaranteed her a fellowship to cover tuition and would continue that for the next two and a half years until she graduated. However, it was the funding for her room and board as well as incidental expenses that they could no longer guarantee. That bill itself was close to $20,000 per year!

There was no way she could afford the cost. Tessa had first gone home to their grandmothers and informed her. Emma, or Grams as the girls called her, was extremely upset and the girls agreed they would spend the next day with her trying to comfort her. She was overly stressed trying to care for the two girls. Stephen tried to help out, but she refused any assistance as did Reesa. There were subtle ways however he was able to offset their weekly costs by taking Reesa grocery shopping now and then, giving her money for transportation, and of course taking her clothes shopping.

Reesa didn't return to their bed that night, rather sleeping with Tessa in the downstairs' guestroom. It wasn't till he awoke in the morning that he realized Reesa had spent the night with Tessa. Lying in bed, he couldn't help but imagine Reesa's naked body next to Tessa, particularly with her cum covered tits. His cock started to harden and while he played with it, he decided then was not the time to masturbate. He was hoping Reesa would appear while he showered so that he could have a quickie, but she didn't.

Grams didn't take the news well of the loss of Tessa's fellowship. She knew the value of a college education, but also knew the value of providing for oneself. She considered taking out another loan, but knew that it would just be impossible. The girls persuaded her not to do anything and not to stress over it, that the college would come through with an additional fellowship. They just had to wait.

Though still upset, Tessa headed back to college Sunday afternoon. The following day once back in his office, Stephen made some phone calls. He finally ended up speaking with the dean who had informed Tessa of the rescinding of her fellowship. She admitted that the situation was more complicated than she was willing to share with Tessa. She confessed it was a complicated matter that entailed some legal issues and that she wasn't at liberty at this time to divulge the details. She said they were looking for alternative funding, but it was difficult being the middle of the year. In the mean time, she was going to check with the college's legal office about how much she could share with Stephen, if he promised confidentiality.

The next day Stephen received a phone call from the dean. The college was attempting to keep quiet the story, but the entire administration was very upset and still considering legal as well as media actions they should take. Apparently there was a student-organized forum on Afghanistan and the war on terror. Tessa was one of the speakers and expressed a particularly radical view about the white-man's burden to save the world that was killing black and brown peoples around the world and that even the black man in the most powerful position in the world couldn't resist the institutionalized racism of the US government. 

Certainly nothing that hadn't been said before. But the audience included several alumni who were major donors to the college; including the person who funded the fellowship Tessa had been awarded. He apparently called for an immediate meeting with the President of the college and insisted that Tessa be kicked out of the college and that at minimum her fellowship be taken away from her. He threatened to stop all funding if the President of the college didn't remove Tessa's fellowship. The President's immediate response was to tell the donor off and that the college didn't want his money any more.

But now with the money gone, there was a challenge to find alternative funding. It wasn't just Tessa that was affected, but twelve other students at different stages of their studies. The college didn't want to publicize the issue as they were afraid there would be backlash against Tessa as so many students were affected. The administration had scrambled and found money to at least cover all the tuition for each of the fellowship students, but it would be a stretch to find the additional money for the other costs. Stephen asked how much money they required for an endowment to cover the costs of all the students presently and in the future and was informed that it was a $2.5 million dollar endowment. 

In the short-term, Stephen made arrangements with the dean for him to personally provide funds to the college to be used for Tessa's fellowship, to cover her room and board and provide her a monthly stipend. The college was not to inform her that he was providing the funds rather that a new fellowship had been created with funds from their general endowment. In the mean time, he said he would look into possibilities of creating a new endowment for underprivileged students at Wellesley. It only took four phone calls and one week of time for Stephen to get promises of donations to create the new fellowship endowment. Stephen insisted that his involvement in the matter remain anonymous.

The following weekend Tessa showed up again in DC, going straight to their grandmother's house. It so happened that both Stephen and Reesa were there having dinner with Grams when Tessa burst into the room and shared the exciting news about the new fellowship she was being awarded. Grams started to cry with relief as she hugged Tessa. Reesa and Tessa then had a long hug and then Tessa insisted she also get a hug from Stephen. Tessa made it a long one and particularly enticing, grinding her hips into him. Grams finally chased Tessa off of him, shooing her into the kitchen to get her a plate for dinner. As she followed Tessa into the kitchen, Grams gave Stephen a hard look.

****************

Stephen travelled a few times with the President, finding it difficult to spend more than a few days without Reesa. She was a different woman than the one he was first enticed by. Oh, she still had a tongue and loved to banter, but she also knew how to hug, to laugh, and to cry. Slowly her eyes were transformed from a cold gray, to sparkling with life. She loved to curl up on the lounge chair in Stephen's study as he worked at his desk, a book in hand she had to read for one of her classes, lost in just watching him. It was safe, it was easy, it was exciting.

One Sunday afternoon as he sat reading the New York Times - ok, she had to admit to herself, it wasn't always so exciting; but she could always change that. She slipped upstairs and returned wearing a red teddy with a garter belt holding up her red stockings, and a pair of stiletto heels. It took Stephen a few moments to see her, but when he did, the newspaper went flying, as did his clothes. She loved pleasing him, surprising him, and teasing and taunting him. He became aroused so easily, guaranteeing a night of amazing sex. But she also knew her place, when it was inappropriate to tease him too much. The media followed them around like hounds and the last thing she wanted was a picture of her hand rubbing his cock on the front page. But that didn't stop them completely – there was a blow job in some Embassy restroom or a quickie in someone's guestroom during a dinner party. 




Reesa Ch. 03



They managed to avoid the special dinner parties with the swingers crowd and preferred the more intimate dinners with a few of Stephen's good friends, particularly Bridgette. She hated Ryan and his wife Marcie, such typical wannabes. Reesa saw how much Marcie manipulated him and was the driving force behind his career. She also enjoyed some of the smaller dinners with different Ambassadors, opening up the world to her. Many of them were slimeballs, trying to hit on her and whose sole interests seemed to be their own careers, but quite a few were people with class and integrity, who were deeply committed to their countries and a cause. She was an apt listener and learned much about the drug trade and FARC rebels in Columbia, to the struggles of being European for the Muslims of Bosnia, to the impact of the global economy and outsourcing in India. She knew she was learning more in these conversations than she could studying for years at the university, but also knew that having the degree mattered tremendously.

At the university she had taken on a bit of celebrity status, given the media coverage of her relationship with Stephen. It bothered her that people kept their distance rather staring and pointing at her as she walked by, whispering to one another something or the other. Despite that, she excelled in her classes, staying focused on her studies. She became enthralled with academia and after discussing the issue with Stephen, decided she wanted to do a Ph.D. rather than just a master's degree. She applied and was accepted with a full fellowship to both SAIS as well as Georgetown and decided on the later. Grams was thrilled beyond belief and immediately went around informing her friends how Reesa was going to be a Ph.D., a Doctor of Philosophy. Unimaginable.

****************

As Christmas neared, Stephen began to become increasingly nervous, almost agitated. Reesa knew it was associated with the pending visit of his sister, but didn't know what in their past was haunting Stephen so much. Stephen was not one to openly share, he still kept so much bottled up inside of himself. Over the months they had been together she learned, slowly, more about his childhood and his abusive father as well as about the years following his death. She knew all about his relationship with Michelle and the Robinsons, his first forays into sex, his college years. But, except for the general story, he knew nothing about his mother's sickness and those few months when he took leave from his position to be with her and Meagan. She knew that in those five months something happened that Stephen had yet to deal with, to process.



Reesa Gets All Tied Up



**Note: Thank you so much to those of you who have been enjoying Reesa and Shanda's developing relationship! I love getting feedback, so please feel free to drop me a comment and if you like my story, please vote! Ladylove**

Reesa sighed as she slid down into her chair. The day seemed as though it would never come to and end. Teaching was a stressful, if wonderful, job in the best of times, but today had run her ragged. Mondays were always like that – everyone, students and staff both, were still on weekend time and all had difficulty getting down to work. Of course, this being the week before Spring Break made it all the more difficult for everyone to concentrate. Today was the last day that Reesa wanted to sit through a meeting, but Dr. O'Connor, the district superintendent, demanded that each of the schools have monthly staff meetings.

"I wonder whose bright idea it was to schedule this the week before spring break," Reesa muttered as she pulled herself out of her chair. "Mondays are bad enough, but do they really think we want to hear all about the latest building improvement committee minutes?" She sighed again. All she wanted to do was to get out of there so that she could go see Shanda again and explore their budding relationship. This lesbian thing was pretty new to her, but she felt more in touch with Shanda than she had with any man she had slept with. All she wanted to do was go and explore Shanda's lush body. "But, no," she thought, "instead I have to sit through an hour of new guidelines from O'Connor's office." The classroom where the meetings were held was a large, double-sized room. Normally it was used for some of the larger honor's classes that were team taught by two teachers, but with the entire staff stuffed inside, the room felt positively claustrophobic. Reesa managed to find an empty desk and slid inside. 

"What's on the menu for today?" she asked Bob, the math teacher sitting next to her.

"Not sure. Nobody is saying much." Bob seemed rather flustered and Reesa could see why. Normally, the meeting room would have been a loud mass of talking teachers digesting the latest gossip as well as the cookies and coffee provided by the cafeteria. Today, however, an unusually tense silence had settled over the room. Most of the staff sat silently and those who did speak spoke in apprehensive whispers. Just then Dr. Angler, the principal, walked up to the podium. He was flanked by Dr. O'Connor and a well dressed woman that Reesa recognized as the mother of one of her students. 

"If I can have everyone's attention," Dr. Angler began, "I would like to get the meeting started. You may have already noticed that we have been joined today by Dr. O'Connor and Mrs. Hyde. Jessica Hyde is a student here at Millstadt and her mother came to me last week with a concern. It seems that Jessica has been reading some materials that her mother does not think are appropriate."

Dr. O'Connor stepped up to the microphone and waved the audience back to silence. "The material that Mrs. Hyde is referring to is a romantic suspense novel. While the bulk of the novel is fairly tame, there is one scene in the book where the heroine and her lesbian lover have sex for the first time. The book is not part of the curricula for any class, obviously, but never the less, the district is disturbed that such a book found its way into the school library. The district has been working in concert with the Hyde family to find a solution and we have decided to appeal to our staff to help us protect our students. We would like each of you to make a list of all texts that are currently part of the school library or even the curricula that you feel are not appropriate for our students to have access to. Once your lists have been completed, the district will compile a list of the most objectionable books and they will be removed from the school."

"Are they really talking about what I think they are talking about?" whispered Reesa.

Bob had a look of excitement on his face. "I certainly hope so. I know of several books that have no business being in this school. Smutty romance novels, people having sex with vampires and werewolves, children practicing magic... abominable!"

Reesa couldn't keep the shock off of her face or the sarcasm out of her voice. "Yeah, God knows we don't want teenagers learning about relationships or using their imaginations – and don't get me started about that tramp Dorothy traveling with three grown men to go meet a wizard! What kind of school are we running here anyway?" Reesa couldn't believe that such a bigoted, small-minded point of view was coming out of Bob's mouth. She had always thought that he was an intelligent and thoughtful man.

"So let me get this straight," Shanda said as she slowly rubbed the almond oil into Reesa's shoulders, "they are not only getting rid of the book that this poor girl was reading, but they want the staff to suggest other works that ought to be added to the bonfire?"

"Basically, yeah."

"But, I mean, we are talking about really dirty stuff, right?" 

"Yeah, really dirty stuff like, oh, 'Lysistrata' by Aristophanes, the poems of Sapho, 'The Awakening' by Chopin... really dangerous stuff that no one has the right to read!" Reesa turned around and glared at her lover. "Besides, it shouldn't matter if they are reading smutty romance novels or Kafka! People have the right to decide what they want to read! We are educators and we shouldn't have to accept this!" 

Shanda could feel the heat of annoyance and passion rising from Reesa's ivory skin. "You're right. What are you going to do?"

"What can I do? I set up a meeting along with some other concerned staff and Dr. Angler, but he really can't do much. He has to follow Dr. O'Connor's rules just like the rest of us. Once again, we peons have to bend over and take it up the ass!"

Shanda smiled and began to rub the delicate oil into Reesa's shoulders once more. "I know you are frustrated, baby, but you can only do so much. There are a lot of really good hearted people out there who just have a fucked up way of looking at the world. Anything that doesn't work for them is evil. Only thing you can do is try to educate them – besides, isn't that what you do best? Or second best anyway," she laughed huskily.

Reesa sighed and relaxed under the diligent fingers kneading the stress away. The fire in the grate warmed the room and she could feel her body growing more and more relaxed. Shanda seemed to know all of her tight spots and her fingers found each and every one. Reesa settled closer into the crux of Shanda's thighs and leaned her head back against her warmth. She was utterly relaxed when her lover removed the lacy bra that covered Reesa's voluptuous breasts. 

"Mmmm," she murmured, "Going to do a little frontal massage are we?"

"Well, I want to do a good job." Shanda dripped the fragrant oil over the rosy peaks of Reesa's large, pink nipples. Just as the oil was threatening to drip down onto Reesa's navel, Shanda smoothed her hands over the soft flesh. At first she rubbed and massaged lightly, barely working the oil into the delicate skin, but as the minutes passed she began rubbing more aggressively. Reesa's head had dropped back against the pulsating warmth of Shanda's pussy and she could smell her dampness through the perfume of the almond oil. Shanda poured more oil into the palms of her hands and began working it into Reesa's nipples. She rolled the taut skin between her slick fingers and then tugged them hard. She began working her lover's breasts like huge udders, pulling on the responsive skin as if urging sweet milk to pour into her hands. The harder she pulled on Reesa's nipples, the more Reesa moaned with growing passion.

"You like that, don't you?" Shanda whispered against the side of Reesa's neck. "You like me to play with you rough like this."

"Yes!"

"You would like me to be rougher with you, wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

"You will let me do anything I want to you, won't you?"

"Yes, please!"

With that assent, Shanda pulled Reesa up to her feet. Standing in the golden light of the fire, she pulled her lover free of the rest of her clothing. Then, taking her by the hand, she led her into the bedroom. She took Reesa over to the bed and pushed her face down with her legs dangling over the side. 

"Stay right there. I'll be right back." Shanda quickly yanked off her own clothing and pulled a large plastic box out from under her bed. Opening it, she removed two lengths of soft white cotton cord. Swiftly, she moved around to the other side of the bed and took Reesa's wrist in her hand and tied it to the bed frame. 

"Is this okay?" she questioned. 

Reesa nodded. "Anything you want, you can do. I trust you." 

"Good." She took the other wrist and tied it as well, making sure that the knots were not too tight and that the cord wouldn't dig too deeply into Reesa's skin. She went back to the box and pulled out a dark red silk scarf; she tied the blindfold securely over Reesa's eyes stopping even her smallest view of the room. When she was done, Shanda picked up the oil again. She slowly began dripping it down Reesa's spine. She rubbed the oil into her lover's skin until it was rosy and tingling. She moved down Reesa's back – up and down her legs, paying particular attention to her feet – and finally pouring more oil over her ass cheeks. She took her lovers round, full ass in her hands and began rubbing the oil over the twin globes. She wanted to make sure that the skin was as sensitive and supple as she could make it. Then she pulled her ass cheeks apart and massaged more oil between the cheeks and into her anus. Reesa moaned, but didn't fight as Shanda pushed the oil into her delicate, tight, little rosebud. When she was done she wiped her hands off on a towel and returned to the box. 

"You trust me, right?" Shanda asked.

"Yes. Oh, yes." Reesa whispered.

Shanda brought the riding crop down on Reesa's left butt cheek. "Say it. Tell me you trust me."

"I trust you. Do anything you like to me! I trust you."

"Good girl. I am going to make you feel so good that every time you sit down for the next week your pussy is going to get wet thinking about me doing this to you again." With that, Shanda brought the crop down on Reesa's right butt cheek, and then the left, and then the right again. Again and again the crop fell on Reesa's ass – never in the same place twice – hard, but not so hard that she broke the skin. After she had covered her lover's ass with red welts, Shanda returned to the box. The flogger that she pulled out next was custom made. The leather of the tails was soft as butter and the handle was padded so that it fit comfortably in her hand. At first, the soft whisking of the leather flogger against Reesa's ass seemed gentle compared with the crop, but after a few minutes, the intensity seemed to burn through her skin.

"Oh God," Reesa moaned, "Oh God, that feels amazing!" Despite the pain that moved through her skin, Reesa found herself pushing her ass up higher to meet the blows. 

"You like that, don't you? Well, I think you need more."

"Oh yes! Please, hit me harder! I need it harder!"

"Yes, you do need it harder," Shanda breathed. She pushed Reesa's ass back down on the bed and began flogging her harder and harder. 

"Fuck!" Reesa exclaimed as the whip came down on the sensitive skin between her ass cheeks. 

"You like it there, don't you?"

"Mmmm," Reesa couldn't quite find the words.

"I said, you – like – it – there, don't you?" With each word, Shanda brought the flogger down hard on the crack of Reesa's ass.

"Yes! Oh God, yes!"

"Good, because I'm not near done with your ass yet!" Shanda walked back to her box and dropped the flogger back down. When she returned to the bed, she put her right leg up on the mattress and pushed the double headed dildo deep into her soaking wet pussy. Although the dildo was three inches around, she didn't have to use any lube – her pussy was so wet it was dripping down her leg. When she had it seated as deep as she could, she turned to her moaning lover. She dragged her long nails over the bright red skin of Reesa's ass cheek.

"You're sore, aren't you?"

"Yes," Reesa confessed, "but please, please don't stop!"

"Oh, I wasn't planning on stopping."

Shanda dug her nails into Reesa's ass cheeks and pulled them apart. The oil that she had spread earlier still glistened on the surface of Reesa's rosebud. Holding her ass cheeks apart with one hand, Shanda took the head of the dildo and positioned it against Reesa's asshole. 

"Oh fuck!" Reesa exclaimed, "Please, I've never been fucked up the ass!"

"Don't forget," Shanda soothed, "I had my fingers up your ass the other night. I know how tight you are." Shanda paused as Reesa relaxed. "I just don't care how tight you are!" Shanda thrust forward with the dildo and forced her way into Reesa. 

"Mother fuck!" Reesa cried out, but at the same time she was pushing her ass back against her lover.

Again and again, Shanda slammed the dildo up her lover's ass. With each thrust the head of the dildo in her own pussy pulled forward and then pushed back with just as much force. The ribs on the shaft rubbed against her engorged clit. With every thrust, she pushed harder and harder. She ground the dildo against her clit, and at the same time punched it into Reesa's tight and tender ass. 

"Ugh...Ugh...fuck, fuck, fuck!" Reesa began screaming louder and louder with each thrust. "My God! Shanda! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass! UGH, UGH, UGH!"

"Yes...Oh God!" Shanda was almost beyond words. "Yes! Take it bitch! Take it all! Take it hard! Yes! Oh God...Yes... Oh God! UGU, UGH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" 

She slammed the dildo into both of them as hard as she could, but it still didn't seem like enough! She pumped her hips as far forward as she could and ground the dildo into Reesa's ass and her own screaming pussy. Shanda fell forward, digging her nails into the skin of Reesa's back. 

"YES! FUCK YES!" Reesa screamed out.

Shanda, pushing as much weight as she could onto Reesa's ass, leaned down and drove her teeth into Reesa's shoulder. She felt the soft, fragrant skin fill her mouth and the sensation of penetration in two such different ways sent her over the edge.

"UGH, UGH, UGH!" Shanda screamed into Reesa's shoulder as the spasms jolted through both of their bodies. The tremors seemed to go on forever; the aftershocks sent delicious pulses through the lovers again and again. They laid there, connected, for what felt like hours, but was only moments. Finally, Shanda lifted her face from Reesa's shoulder.

"Oh my god," she exclaimed, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bite you so hard!" Shanda carefully pulled the dildo out of Reesa's ass and her own pussy. "Are you okay?"

"Believe me darlin'," Reesa whispered, "I am more than okay. But if you wouldn't mind, can you untie me now? That is, if you are done with me for a while." 

Shanda quickly pulled the knots loose and joined Reesa in the bed. Reesa rolled toward her lover, and opened her arms. Shanda cuddled into her arms as close as she could. As she felt herself relax, Shanda was surprised to find that tears were running down her cheeks. Reesa tightened her hold on her love and rocked her with her body.

"Its okay, baby," she softly whispered, "It's all okay now."



Reesa



Stephen shifted his position, crawling between Reesa's legs, making her spread them wide, he then continued with kissing her body, slowly making his way down. He slid back on the bed and teasingly kissed her inner thighs, making Reesa shiver as she waited for his tongue to delve into her pussy. Which is exactly what he did, licking her sweet nectar, glistening off her pussy lips.

After licking her and tongue fucking her for some minutes he pulled back and slid his way back up her body, laying atop of her.

"God, don't stop. Don't be so cruel! Please, oh god, your tongue feels so good, make me cum, lick me till I cum Stephen."

Stephen just kissed her, Reesa licking her own juices off of his lips. He then shifted and started removing his shirt, Reesa reached over and slid her hand over his hard cock inside his pants.

"Mmmmm, it doesn't feel so puny," she laughed.

Stephen chuckled as he undid his pants, stood up and removed them. He then slid his briefs down, exposing to Reesa his hard cock, not huge, but quite big, about seven inches. 

Reesa gasped seeing it, then looking into his eyes with good humor, "Dayum, not bad for a white boy!"

Stephen just jumped back in bed on his back and got Reesa to kneel up over his face. She slowly lowered her pussy on to his waiting tongue. She leaned forward, her hands on his chest and rubbed her pussy excitedly over his face as he slithered his tongue in and out. She then reached down and grabbed his cock, rubbing the precum up and down over it. Reesa then glided down and kissed his cock, making Stephen moan into her pussy. Soon she had her lips wrapped around the tip and slowly started sucking him. They sixty-nined it for sometime each lost in the simultaneous pleasures of giving and receiving.

Stephen brought his hand down underneath and started fingering her dripping wet pussy. Reesa lifted her mouth off his cock; moaning, panting, and gasping as her orgasm neared. Stephen didn't let up, licking her flowing juices as he finger fucked her. Reesa's body tightened, then she started shaking, then literally jumped forward, pulling her pussy away from Stephen's finger and tongue. She reached down and covered her pussy as she panted, lying on top of him, his cock now squished between her tits.

He let Reesa lay there, and then once she caught her breath, she turned herself around and crawled into his waiting arms. He held her, her head laying on his chest. After some moments, she looked down, laughing at his hard cock still standing at attention.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you. I just get so sensitive when I cum, that was so intense. God, where did you learn to lick like that?"

As Reesa was talking she reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, gliding it up and down, slowly jerking him off. She then slithered down his body as he propped himself up on the pillows, watching her as she started to do her magic on his cock. It had been nearly six months since he had a blow job and Reesa's lips felt out of this world. She expertly teased him, kissing his cock, licking the shaft up and down as she seductively looked into his eyes, inserting the tip into her mouth. After some time she started sucking him in earnest, taking nearly his entire cock into her youthful mouth. As Reesa sucked him, she gently played with his balls with one hand and started jerking him off with the other.

Watching his white cock disappear into the ebony goddess' mouth filled Stephen with desire, driving him over the edge. It didn't take long for Reesa's sucking to bring him to climax. She knelt over him, sucking the tip of his cock and jerking him off into her mouth. He exploded; the volume and velocity catching her by surprise, making her jerk her head back, off of his cock. He then shot another load that hit her on the chin, making her squeal in delight. Reesa kept milking his cock, drawing out a third spurt of cum that shot up and came down on her arm. More cum spilled out of him, drenching her fingers.

Reesa smiled joyfully, delighted in the moment. Ever since meeting her a few hours earlier, Stephen noticed how guarded she was, she wore a tough shell that she never let down; until that moment. He saw in her eyes joy, passion, youthfulness all sparkling forth.

He reached up and gave her a big kiss. "God you are beautiful!" he said, staring into her eyes.

Just as quickly though, her eyes darkened, obviously catching herself in her moment of openness.

"Don't hide, you are much too beautiful when your eyes sparkle."

He reached out to her as he laid back down on the bed and she curled up next to him. They laid there in silence, each caught up in their own little worlds, enjoying the moment, the sensations.

Stephen finally spoke, "Don't be afraid Reesa, I won't hurt you."

She didn't reply, but just pulled herself tighter into him. Having her naked body crushed against his, feeling her soft breasts and seeing her rich dark skin in contrast to his white skin started to stir some desires in him. His cock twitched, making Reesa laugh, drawing her out of her own musings. She reached down and started rubbing him, making him hard again. They then started kissing and going at it again. This time they fucked, first with Reesa on top, then her on her back, him kneeling between her legs, watching with delight her wiggling tits. He came, she came, they laid there exhausted, panting, recovering.

Stephen had long lost track of time and slowly began to dose off, with Reesa at his side. At one point he was conscious of her rolling over and he spooned her from behind, his soft dick nestled against her ass, his hand wrapped around her. Stephen was out, exhausted, fulfilled.

Stephen rolled around a bit; wiping the sleep from his eyes he saw that it was 3:30 in the morning. He looked over and saw Reesa was gone. His gut reaction was that she split, too afraid to confront her emotions in the morning. On closer inspection though he saw her jeans and panties still on the floor where he had tossed them last night.

A dim light was coming from downstairs; he put on a pair of shorts and quietly made his way down. He sat down on one of the bottom steps watching Reesa, who was sitting on the couch, her back to him, looking through his childhood photo album, crying silently.

"He used to beat you, didn't he?" Reesa asked, startling Stephen as he didn't realize she was even aware of his presence. "I can see it in the fear in your eyes, the slumped shoulders, the submissive look, and all your broken bones."

Stephen stood up and walked over to the couch, kneeling down in front of her, looking up into her face. Very few people knew his childhood story. He was deeply touched that she could see it, something his girlfriend Lynda couldn't only twelve hours earlier.

Not saying anything more, Reesa held his head to her bosom, rubbing her hands through his hair, comforting him. She was wearing just his white Oxford, her loose breasts felt more than just comforting; his cock was hardening.

Stephen reached up and started massaging one of her breasts through the shirt, then unbuttoned it, exposing her tits. He sucked on them, nibbling her nipples, making her moan with excitement. 

"Fuck me, Stephen, now you can fuck me," Reesa moaned.

Stephen stood up, slipping his shorts off and kicking them to the side. He scooted Reesa down on the couch, standing between her outstretched legs. He bent down, placing a hand on the back of the couch, grabbing hold of his cock with the other. He then inserted it into Reesa's waiting pussy.

He humped her hard for several minutes, then pulled his cock out, making Reesa beg him to fill her hot tight pussy again. Stephen got her to kneel on the couch with her ass facing out, leaning over the back. She teasingly wiggled her ass at him as he inserted his cock back into her pussy. As he pounded into her he slapped her perfectly round ass, making her gasp in surprise. Stephen roughly massage and spanked her ass while he fucked her then slid a finger along her crack over her dark anus.

"Oh fuck no, you ain't going there," Reesa gruffly moaned. "No, don't fuck my ass. Nooooo." Reesa begged him as his finger slid into her tight ass.

Reesa let out a loud scream as his finger entered her; she then collapsed onto the back of the couch, biting into the cushion as the pain and pleasure of Stephen's anal assault with his finger cursed through her. He continued to pound his cock into her pussy and sliding his finger in and out of her ass in rhythm. Reesa wiggled her ass around, trying to escape his finger, only adding to the sensation. Within a few minutes of the simultaneous fucking, Reesa was cumming, bucking her hips against his as her juices poured out of her pussy.

With her climax, Reesa became overly sensitive, but Stephen didn't let up in fucking her. She yelled out again, in pleasure and agony, both her pussy and ass unfire. Moaning, gasping, yelling, Reesa was bucking about as she came again, sending her over the edge. Her climax hit her hard, her body went limp, unable to bear any more passion.

Seeing her cum again so soon, drove Stephen to his own climax, shooting several loads of cum into the young woman's pussy.

Stephen collapsed onto the ground, exhausted and exhilarated. He pulled Reesa down off the couch on top of him, her limp body molding into his. It was sometime before he could catch his breath.

"Wow, I didn't think white boys could fuck like that. But don't ever touch my ass again, or you are dead meat!"

"We'll see about that, it's so tight and inviting. I think you are just dying to get my cock in there."

"Shit no, fuck you, you pervert," Reesa replied, giving him a fake scowl.

"We'll see how well behaved you are and when you need a good fucking next."

"Sometime tomorrow, or later today I hope. But need sleep first."

They untangled themselves and made their way back up to the bedroom, collapsing into each others' arms, nearly asleep before each of them hit the pillow.

Stephen woke up some hours later, noticing it was already nine in the morning. He gently unwrapped himself from Reesa, washed up in the bathroom, put on another pair of shorts and shirt and made his way downstairs. Pouring himself some coffee, he stepped out onto the back patio, and stretched, enjoying the cool morning air. He sat and wondered who this woman was that walked into his life last night. She was beautiful, engaging, fun, an amazing lover, and half his age. And, yes, she was black too. He had been with black women before, but never really dated one. And of course, he was childhood friends with the First Lady and her family, but she was a couple years older than he. They thought of each other like siblings, the thought of a romantic relationship had never even occurred to him.

Was it because Reesa was black or that she was twenty years younger than him that made him question what he was doing? Could he survive the publicity which was bound to be made if he spent much time with her? Did she even want to date him? Was this just a one time thing? Or would she become his secret lover? Or, what? He even imagined what it would be like taking her as his date to a State Dinner; oh how the DC gossip columnists would love this. And what about Lynda? He knew deep down he and Lynda were not destined to last, no matter how much she tried to dig her claws into him. All these questions whirled around his head, unanswered, when he heard the glass doors slide open.

"Morning my white lover," Reesa gleefully greeted him.

Stephen beckoned her over and had her sit on his lap, giving her a good morning kiss. He loved how she looked in his white Oxford, her big tits so openly exposed beneath the cotton fabric.

"I think we have to make a few rules," Stephen said, making Reesa look at him all concerned. "First, whenever you come over, you can only wear my white shirts, unless of course we find you something lacy to parade about in."

"You mean you are inviting me back?"

"Well, I guess it depends on if you keep losing at basketball," Stephen jokingly replied.

"Yeah, you'll be kissing my ass, begging for mercy next time, white boy."

"Promise? I would love to kiss your ass!"

"Shut up, you ol' pervert, you stay away from my ass, it's too perfect for you."

And on through the morning they bantered, as he made pancakes, as they ate and cleaned up, until they went to shower, when the teasing and joking turned to kissing, fondling, sucking, and fucking. They started in the kitchen where Reesa sucked him off after breakfast, swallowing his every drop. In the bathroom, Stephen bent her over the sink and fucked her from behind, allowing them to watch each other. In the shower, they teased each other, including Stephen sliding his soapy finger yet again into Reesa's ass, which she quickly removed.

All day they lounged about, talking, bantering, teasing, and fucking. Despite his continuous questions, despite the deep intimacy, despite him inviting her to stay the night again, Reesa remained guarded, giving up nothing about herself. She did stay on for dinner, settling for his "white folks" food of pasta with sundried tomatoes. She explained she had to get home, as it was one of the only times she got to see her grandmother, who usually worked double-shifts to make ends meet.

"Will I see you tomorrow night?" Stephen asked her as she got her stuff together to leave.

"I'll be shooting hoops tomorrow afternoon."

"I can't make it, I have a full day tomorrow, with some meetings up on the Hill while the President is away. Dinner?"

"What you cooking? I can only take so much of this sissy food," she replied, laughing.

"I'll surprise you."

"Yeah, like I'm going to trust your sorry white ass."

"Well, if you don't like it, we can always order pizza."

"We'll see, you got my number, give me a call."

"Do you want me to walk you home?"

"Walk me home? You are one crazy white dude! It's more dangerous for your sorry white ass than it is for my female ass. Besides, I live just two blocks away."

Before allowing her to leave, Stephen leaned her against the wall, kissing her passionately. Reesa began to pant; desiring more, but then slipped past him and ran out the door and down the sidewalk.

*************

"Hey Jack, thanks for stopping by. I need your assistance in digging up some background information on someone, but it has to be confidential, can you handle it?"

"This can be tricky, Stephen; be careful where you tread, these things have a way of backfiring."

"It's not what you think. Let me be honest with you, it's a woman."

"Ah, I see, that's easy, but what about Lynda? I thought you two were the talk of the town."

"I don't know, it's complicated; I don't know what I'm doing. Lynda should be the ideal catch, but then in walks this other girl into my life and I can't get her out of my mind. And to even make it more complicated, she's nearly twenty years younger."

"Damn, you lucky dog!"

"Shut up, it isn't that. I mean, it is, but it's more. She might only be twenty-three, but she gets me, she could figure things out about me that Lynda has no clue or even interest in. Plus she's black, which, I don't know."

"Well, given the new racial climate of the day, that might actually be to your advantage these days. I'm sure the First Lady will like it that you've finally succumbed to the beauty of black women!"

They both started laughing.

"Anyway, see what you can find out. I looked at her driving license last night..."

"Last night? You are a dog! Lynda isn't even gone a day and you are already shagging some other girl."

"Shut up, don't remind me, I can barely concentrate as is, and strangely, it isn't Lynda that occupies my concerns. It's her. Her name is Reesa Jackson, date of birth is April 18, 1986. 1986! My god, what am I doing? Anyway, here is her address. And please be discrete. See what you can pull up."

Once Jack left, Stephen's mind did turn to the First Lady; he began to wonder what the First Lady would think. Maybe he could confide in her. She was always there for him, since he was ten years old. He remembers so clearly that night, the nightmare that his life had become and how one girl saved his life.

***********

Stephen's dad had come home one Friday evening after work, drunk, stinking drunk as was his usual. Stephen knew better, and kept his distance, going up to his room as his dad plopped down in front of the TV and started yelling at his mother for his dinner. Stephen's mother was a subdued woman, a beaten woman, who knew not to speak back to her husband, in fear of a harsh slap, or worse.

When he turned on the TV to watch whatever program was on, he discovered that the TV antennas had been moved, meaning he had to get up out of his chair and fix them. Instead, he yelled ferociously, calling Stephen down.

"Did you fuck with my TV?"

"No sir, but .. I .. I can fix it."

"No? Then who did? Who's watching TV without my permission?"

It was then that Stephen remembered his younger sister watching one of her favorite afternoon cartoons when he returned from school.

Looking down at his feet, Stephen quietly confessed, "I did sir."

"What?" he yelled, making Stephen start to cry. "What kind of son are you. You lie, you whimper." Smack, he hit Stephen hard sending him down to the ground. "You little shit, I've had enough of your crap!" While yelling, he kicked Stephen in the ribs, making him cringe and yell out in pain. His father then turned and started yelling at his mother who had rushed out to calm her husband down.

Stephen was able to get up to his feet, holding his side where his father had kicked him and slowly shuffled his way towards the stairwell. When his father saw him, he jumped at him, grabbing him and throwing him against the front door, making Stephen lose his breath and slump to the floor. He looked up and saw his young sister standing at the top of the stairs shaking and crying.

Not wanting his father to hit her as well, Stephen stood back up, just in time to be smacked across the face. He could feel warm blood flow down over his left eye and cheek. He thought if he could get outside, then his father would chase him and not bother with his sister or mother. Standing back up, his mother howling for her husband to stop, Stephen managed to open the front door and made a dash for it. As soon as his father noticed, he jumped at him chasing Stephen onto the front porch, grabbing him from behind and then shoving him hard down the cement steps onto the sidewalk below.

Stephen landed with a thump and curled into a ball, sharp pains pulsating through his body. He remembers hearing some yelling and somebody standing over him. He heard a girl's voice yell at a neighbor to call the police and an ambulance and then his father yelling, and that is the last he remembers. 

The next thing he was aware of was being in a hospital room, a bandage over his eye, being in lots of pain, and some black girl, a teenager, sitting by his side. He didn't know who she was or why she was there, but she was holding and rubbing his hand. He learned later that the girl, Michelle Robinson, and her father just happened to be walking by when Stephen's father tossed him down the front steps of the house. It was Mr. Robinson that took the bold move and stood over the crumpled boy, keeping his father from hitting or kicking him again. And it was Michelle who ran to the neighbors and had them call the police.

Though six years his senior, Michelle and her family became Stephen's guardian angles; he often had dinner at their home and befriended her brother. Though arrested that night, it certainly wasn't the last night his father abused him or his mother. One night when he was beating his mother, Stephen was able to call Mr. Robinson who came over, though his father had left by then in a mad rage.




Reesa



Two years later when Stephen's father died from liver disease, nobody was particularly mournful. Despite the age difference, Michelle still made it a point to visit Stephen and kept in touch with him even when she went off to college. It was witnessing her academic success that pushed Stephen to achieve too. If she could escape their neighborhood and get into Princeton and then Harvard law, why couldn't he. Mr. Robinson became his mentor throughout his teen years, giving Stephen advice on school, sports, and of course girls. Michelle's brother, Craig, became his personal basketball coach. He was able to confide in Michelle and share with her his inner thoughts; she never judged him and always engaged him making him think carefully.

He even remembered the first time he had sex, his senior year in high school, soon after his 18th birthday. He was on a date with his girl friend, Jenny, a cheerleader, with long blond hair, a petite frame, and big breasts. They had gone to an early movie with a few friends. Unfortunately, that night Jenny couldn't stay out and party, as she had to baby sit her younger siblings while her parents went out. Once they were asleep, Jenny called Stephen up and rather than talking on the phone, she invited him over. Up to now they had done very little sexually, short of a lot of heavy petting. He loved playing with Jenny's tits and rubbing her ass, and she always seemed more than willing to allow him. He had yet to feel her pussy though and hoped that tonight would be the night.

When he arrived, he found Jenny in a pair of tight shorts and an equally tight tank top, and obviously not wearing any bra, her big tits prominently on display and her nipples sticking out. On seeing her he got an instant hard-on, which did not go unnoticed by Jenny, giving him a warm smile as they walked into the family room. She had put some video on, but they never got around to watching it, immediately starting to kiss as they sat down on the couch. Stephen was leaning over her, feeling her breast, French kissing her when he finally got bold enough and slid his hand down and under her tank top. Jenny not only didn't resist, but pulled her top up, giving Stephen free access to his first naked breasts. He was in heaven!

He had absolutely no clue what he was doing, but knew there was no stopping now. He then made his move, sliding his hand back down to Jenny's shorts. Again, he found no resistance and slowly slid his hand over her crotch. She moaned into his mouth, encouraging him on. It was now or never, he figured and proceeded to slide his hand underneath her shorts, not only was there no resistance, but Jenny laid back on the couch, spreading her legs, allowing him to easily slip a finger into her juicy wet pussy.

Stephen remembers being beside himself, and totally lost of what to do. Jenny began humping against his hand, so he kept squeezing it and sliding his finger in and out. Jenny then pushed his head down towards her breasts, he couldn't believe it, there we was, eye level with two of the most amazing things he'd ever seen. At least he'd seen enough porn and talked the locker room bs with his buddies to know what to do now. He removed his hand from Jenny's pussy and started massaging and rubbing her tits as he sucked on her nipples. 

It was then that Jenny shocked him,

Moaning, she proclaimed "I have a condom..."

Stephen just froze. He looked up into her face, she was smiling, panting from all the excitement, flushed from the desire. 

"Let's go up to my room."

Stephen couldn't say anything. He just followed her up the stairs to her bedroom, placing his hand on her ass, rubbing her as she swayed her ass back and forth.

Stephen was beside himself with excitement, with anticipation, and nervous as hell at not having any clue what he was doing. He assumed Jenny was a virgin too, but now he was beginning to wonder. He sat down on the edge of her bed and watched Jenny, who seemed so comfortable with the whole situation.

Standing in front of him, Jenny pealed off her tank top, exposing her luscious big tits. She then removed Stephen's shirt and had him stand-up so she could undo his pants. As he stepped out of his shoes, she undid his belt, zipped him down and pulled his jeans to his ankles. She then knelt in front of him and pulled his briefs down, moaning as she saw his cock. On her knees, she started to play with it, kissing the tip and running her tongue up and down.

"Oh fuck, Jenny, that's fucking awesome. God, fuck yeah." 

Jenny then stood up and slipped her shorts and panties off, giving Stephen his first view of a completely naked woman. Well, not quite his first, there was the time he'd seen his younger sister, but that didn't count.

Jenny then went over to her bedside table and pulled out a condom packet. She opened it up and then put it on Stephen, then lay down on the bed, spreading her legs and inviting him to join her. Stephen couldn't even think anymore, he was on autopilot. He crawled between her legs, then laid down on top of Jenny, kissing her, enjoying the feel of her breasts. He then arched his hips up, trying to position his throbbing hard cock so it could slide into Jenny's pussy. It wasn't easy. Finally Jenny reached down, grabbing his cock and guided him. 

It took a little effort to get his cock all the way into Jenny's tight pussy, but he did it, then just laid there, still, enjoying the felling of heat enveloping his cock. He then started to buck his hips back and forth, the sensation like none he had experienced before.

As Jenny moaned out in pleasure, Stephen knew he was going to cum and quickened his own tempo. He probably didn't last more than a couple of minutes, but they were by far the best two minutes of his life -- up until then. After he came, he collapsed on top of Jenny, floating off to another world, one of sheer ecstasy. 

He eventually had the strength to disentangle himself from Jenny, but now totally unsure what to do with the condom. Jenny, on the other hand sensed his unease, grabbed a handful of tissues and removed it for him. She then got up and went to the bathroom to flush it down the toilet to make sure there was no evidence for her parents to find. While she was away Stephen dressed. He watched Jenny dress too, still at a loss for words. They finally broke the silence when she realized what time it was and suggested Stephen leave before her parents returned, which he gladly did. Stephen told her he'd call her the next day.

During the drive home, Stephen was finally able to process what just happened. God damn, he was no longer a virgin, he thought in celebratory way, smacking the steering wheel! Once it finally hit him, the only thing he could think of doing was calling Michelle. He knew it would be late, given the time difference, but also knew she'd probably be up studying, which she was. He very excitedly told Michelle about his night, describing how comfortable Jenny was and how she guided him through it all. Michelle just listened, trying not to laugh at his totally amateurish experience. When she asked Stephen if he gave Jenny an orgasm, he remained silent. She couldn't control herself anymore and did start laughing, not cruelly, but good humouredly, giving Stephen a hard time for being so foolish. She told him boys were all the same, always so caught up in just their own fulfillment. Stephen pushed her a little, Michelle finally telling him that the only good guys for a girl to keep around were the ones that were willing to give her pleasure too.

Stephen definitely wanted to keep Jenny, so next weekend, he arranged for her to come over when his parents were away. He was brave enough to buy a box of condoms, though drove half-way across the city before deciding it was far enough away from home that he wouldn't be recognized. During the week he was able to borrow a porn from a friend and watched it a few times, trying to see what the guys did to get the girls off. He wasn't sure about being able to go down on her, but figured that by fingering her pussy or trying to keep fucking her till she came, he might have success. That is exactly what he did. Afterwards he kept pestering Jenny if she had had an orgasm, asking her several times, how it was.

That evening, when he was alone again, he called up Michelle and triumphantly reported on his success. She broke out laughing, telling him that he had potential. The affirmation from Michelle meant everything to him, whether he was 12, 18, or 40, somehow he still sought out her approval, knowing she knew best and would push him in the right direction.

Stephen continued dating Jenny the rest of his senior year, finally learning how to go down on her, and slowly learning not to cum so quickly. But now Stephen was off to a brighter future. With Michelle's urging and the support of Mr. Robinson, Stephen had excelled in school and was now about to head off to Yale on a full scholarship, escaping his old neighborhood. After finishing college he stayed on and did his law degree from there as well.

He wanted to get into corporate law, as boring as it was, but liked the idea of living in New York City, away from his abusive Chicago past. But Michelle talked him into returning, to put his successes to work for others less fortunate. Michelle was involved in local politics and had become well connected with the powerful inner elite of Chicago. She had also married a man with high ideals and aspirations, who was soon to become another major mentor/figure in Stephen's life. Now he was his boss in the White House. 

Shaking off his childhood memories, he spent the remainder of the day reading reports on a variety of issues and writing briefings and policy position papers for the President to consider. Engrossed in a boring report on reform of financial markets, a loud cough caught him by surprise.

"Almost thought you were sleeping there," Jack said.

"This stuff is so boring, I'd probably be better off and make better decisions too!"

"Hey, well I'm sorry to draw you out of your engaging work, but I dug up some information you wanted."

"That quickly? You didn't have to come back, you could have called."

"Its fine, thought you'd be interested in hearing some of this."

Jack then went into details about Reesa and her family. Mother deceased, due to overdose, suspected of being a "crack whore" after she left Reesa's father. Jerome Jackson, jailed several times for domestic violence, possession of narcotics, and public disorderliness. Stephen learned for the first time that Reesa has a younger sister, Tessa, a sophomore at Wellesley College where she is a "fellowship" student, graduated with honors from her public high school and is currently a straight A student. Reesa and her sister were mostly raised by their paternal grandmother, Emma Jackson, who works as a cleaning woman in the congressional office buildings. Lately she has been working double shifts, apparently trying to make extra money to help support Reesa and Tessa in their schooling.

"Reesa's still in school? She is too smart to be on the six-year plan? Did she take a year or two off?" Stephen asked.

"No, she graduated from Howard Sigma Cum Laude, and is now completing her Masters at Johns Hopkins' School of Advanced International Studies."

"What?" Stephen asked, surprised. "I mean she definitely is smart enough, but she never let on she was studying. What's up with that? She's so hidden about her personal life; is she hiding something?"

"No, no skeletons, except the parents, both losers, but the girls, they're exceptional."

Stephen soaked it all in, reading over Jack's report. He was even more impressed and enticed by her. He kept shaking his head, wondering why and where it was leading, but he was being drawn in and couldn't resist the temptation.

************

Stephen realized he was going to be having a late night working and not able to meet Reesa for a game of basketball. He called her instead and invited her to come over for dinner. He decided not to let on what he had learned earlier in the day, still confused of why she felt the need to hide so much from him.

As his driver, George, was pulling out of the White House gate, Stephen gave a quick call to Reesa that he was on his way home and hoped to see her.

"I don't think that was Ms. Matheson," George said, matter of factly.

Stephen just laughed, "No, I don't suppose it was. George, can I ask you a question? I need some advice. It's so complicated, I don't know what to do. She's amazing though. Beautiful, intelligent, fun, engaging, she makes me laugh, she can even relate to where I come from and what I've been through. But ..."

"But what, sir?" George asked, as Stephen's last thought drifted off, lost.

"Sir? Please George, please stop calling me sir! 'Stephen' will do just fine."

"Yes, sir, anything you wish." As he said it, Stephen could tell George had a big smile on his face.

"I give up! And as for the 'but' part... But she is half my age and but she is black. I know it shouldn't matter, but I just can't deal with all the publicity every time I sneeze and I'm sure a few will get a lot of mileage out of this if it were to become public. I don't know what to do."

"Well, if I may say so, I don't know the young lady in question, but I must admit, I've seen a lot, I mean a lot, of things go on; after all, I've been a driver for the White House for the past twenty years. The stories I could tell. But that is something different. What I know is this Stephen, if your heart is true, then it doesn't matter what the publicity is. Publicity only matters when you got something to hide, when you aren't being true to yourself."

Stephen sat for a moment in silence, letting George's words sink in.

"Thank you George. I think that is one of the wisest things I've heard in a long time."

Just then they pulled up in front of Stephen's row house, and there was Reesa sitting on his front patio with several bags.

As George stopped the SUV, he said "Stephen, she's beautiful. You'll do the right thing I know. I don't think you have anything to worry about."

"Thanks George. See you bright and early tomorrow morning."

Laughing, George said "Hope you get some sleep, sir."

Stephen laughed with him, always feeling good by the calming and good humored aura of George.

"Your late, your dinner is cold. I figured I had enough of your yuppie white food that I'd give you a taste of some proper cooking."

"What? You didn't have to do that. There is plenty of food, or we could have gone ... or ordered something," Stephen replied, catching himself realizing he wasn't quite ready to go out someplace with Reesa and be seen. Not yet, at least.

As Stephen closed the door behind them, he took her bags, placed them down, then pushed her up against the wall, giving her a deep passionate kiss.

On breaking the kiss, he said "Looks like dinner will get even colder" as he pressed his now hard cock up against her. Reesa managed to slide her hand down and rub his hardness. She then slid down the wall to her knees, unzipped Stephen's pants and pulled his cock out. She kissed the tip then licked her tongue up and down it before slipping it into her mouth. Within minutes Stephen was cumming, Reesa swallowing every drop.

Popping back up onto her feet, Reesa picked up the bags and started to walk towards the kitchen. Turning her head around, Reesa, with a beautiful smile on her face, said "Guess it won't get too cold. White boy just can't control himself when he's got some luscious black lips wrapped around his dick. Good thing too, as I'm hungry, your cum just wasn't enough."

Stephen, who was still leaning against the wall recovering from his orgasm, could barely even chuckle. He stood there shaking his head, wondering what in the hell he gotten himself into.

Dinner turned out to be fried chicken, mashed potatoes and fried okra. Stephen laughed wondering if this was what she really ate or whether she made it just to play up the black stereotype. In either case, it was good. He was half expecting sweet potato pie for dessert.

Part way through dinner, after a few glasses of wine, Stephen couldn't help but question her about the information he learned earlier in the day. He debated within himself if he should or shouldn't bring it up, but after failing to pry any personal information out of her, Reesa successfully deflecting all his questions, Stephen just blurted it out, all that he knew; about her parents, her sister, the work her grandmother did, even the courses she was taking that semester at SAIS.

Reesa sat there, listening to him, silent, fuming with anger. Her eyes darkened even more, as she glared at Stephen. He realized he had gone too far, but he had to know, wanted to know, who this woman was. It was his right, wasn't it? Besides, given his position, him being so well known, he had to make sure, to protect himself, protect the White House, the President. Or, so he tried to reason with Reesa, but she just sat there in cold silence.

He realized that his blabbering on wasn't going to help the situation. He'd blown it. He'd lost her. He sat back in his chair and stared at her, wondering what was going through her mind. Her eyes were dark, closed off, he couldn't read anything.

For minutes they sat there, in silence. Eventually Reesa stirred, giving hope to Stephen that they could finally have a conversation. But she just stood up, gathered her things and walked out. Stephen tried to talk to her, to explain again his need to investigate her background, for security reasons. It didn't work 

As Reesa was opening the door to let herself out, he tried again, this time with honesty.

"You want to know why I want to know about you? Why I asked for all that information? Yes, security was part of it, but that isn't the only reason. It is because, well ... because ... I don't know what it is, I can't explain it Reesa, you just walked into my life and I had the most enjoyable twenty-four hours I've had in years. It is because, ... well despite we are so different, we are so similar. Because, ok, I'll say it, I'm falling for you! Reesa, look at me, please. Reesa, I haven't felt this way about a woman, in a long time, if ever. I can't explain it. I can't explain how you ended up in my life, but I like it. I'm sorry if I offended you. I did it because I want to know you, I need to know you. Because, I think I love you."

Stephen stopped. He said enough, more than he even realized he was capable of saying. He leaned back against the hallway wall, the very same wall where Reesa had sucked him off just a few hours earlier.

He looked into her eyes but they were still darkened, veiled, closed off.

"Reesa ... I love you."

She didn't reply. But as she turned to go, he thought he caught a glimpse of a tear forming in her eye. Maybe it was just the reflection of the light, but maybe, just maybe, her eyes began to open up.

But she was gone. He watched her walk down the pathway of his house, let herself out the gate, and walk away down the street. He immediately ran to his phone and tried calling her, but of course her phone was turned off.

Stephen slumped onto the couch and sat there in silence, confused at what had just happened. He sat there for an hour before he realized it, then crawled into bed, where he laid for another hour, thinking, wondering, imagining about Reesa and him together, what it would be like.

Over the next week he tried phoning her several times but of course she never answered. He texted her a few messages, but guessing she probably deleted them without even reading them. He thought about contacting her grandmother, but given how protective Reesa was of her private life, didn't want to intrude any more than he already had. He of course went to the basketball court whenever he could, but she was never there.




Reesa



A few days later Lynda returned from her tour with the President in Europe. He didn't want to spend time with her and was about to cancel on their Friday night dinner date when he decided it would be good to get out, get his mind off of Reesa. He knew he wouldn't be able to make love with her, and was not sure how he was going to get out of it, but decided he'd figure something out along the way.

Throughout the dinner Stephen was quiet, distant, politely acknowledging everything Lynda was saying, but not listening, not engaging. She, in her usual shallow way, interpreted his distance as stress from work and was at least sensitive enough to change the topic from all the politicking in Europe and gossiping about the other White House correspondents to talk more about the food she ate and sights she saw. It didn't matter to Stephen what she talked about, but to her it seemed like she was doing him a favor by leaving work behind.

Despite his best efforts, Lynda invited herself over to his place for the night. Even on the way back, Stephen tried to make some kind of excuse and he noticed a slight grin on George's face in the rearview mirror. He had to laugh to himself; George probably understood more what was going on then he did himself!

As George let them out of the car in front of his house, Stephen stayed back to speak with George as Lynda walked up to the house. Just as Stephen was about to say something, Lynda screamed, both men running to the front porch to see what had happened, George with his gun drawn.

Lynda stood there with her hand over her mouth, looking down on the front porch. There in a heap was Reesa, curled up, her face puffed up, bleeding. 

"Oh fuck, Jesus, Reesa, oh my god, are you OK?" Stephen blurted out. He turned to yell at George to call 911, but he was already on his phone.

Stephen knelt down next to Reesa and held her, trying to comfort her until the ambulance arrived. In his fear and nervousness he peppered her with questions, who, why, when, but Reesa remained silent, her mouth swollen up, one lip badly cut.

As Stephen sat there trying to comfort Reesa, gently running his hand through her hair, holding her, Lynda lost it.

Yelling, "Who is she, Stephen? How do you know her? Who is she? Tell me!"

Stephen tried to tell her to quiet down, that he would explain, but that only seemed to rile her more.

"Explain what? What do you have to tell me? Who is she?"

As she blabbered on, the ambulance arrived and Stephen stepped back, allowing them access to Reesa.

Ignoring Lynda, Stephen addressed George, "First, George, please take Lynda home then give me a call, you'll need to pick up Reesa's grandmother and bring her to the hospital. She works nightshifts..."

"I know," George replied, cutting him off.

Stephen looked at him a second, questioning why George would know about Reesa's grandmother and then also clicking in the fact that George had a gun, something that had never registered with him before. Stephen was still naïve about being a White House advisor and never really knowing who anyone was in DC; nothing or no one could be taken on face value.

Continuing her accusative interrogation, Lynda finally blurted out the question that had been haunting her the past ten minutes, "You fucked her didn't you? Tell me the truth Stephen, you are fucking that little girl. You fucking bastard, I can't believe you."

Stephen grabbed Lynda's arm tightly, and in her face, very sternly told her, "Shut up Lynda, just shut up about things you know nothing about. For your information, I did not fuck her, we made love. Now get out of here!"

Lynda stood there, shaking, unable to say anything; her perfect match with a DC insider, close friends of the President, shattered. George gently grabbed her arm and started to escort her back to the car to take her home.

As Stephen watched her get into the car, one of the medics came up to him. "Excuse me Mr. Williams, you are Stephen Williams, aren't you? I've seen you on the news."

"Yes? Yes, I am, how is she, what's wrong? Is she going to be OK?"

"It doesn't look like anything too serious, sir, but she'll need a few x-rays before they can say for sure, and probably some stitches. She was beaten pretty badly. But, she is asking for you."

"She can talk?"

"Barely," the medic replied, but Stephen was half-way down the walk to where Reesa was on the gurney before being put into the ambulance.

"Reesa, my god, you gave me the scare of my life. The medics think you'll be OK, though, god what happened to you? Who did this?"

Not having much strength, Reesa signaled for him to come closer. Holding her head, Stephen leaned over, his ear near her mouth.

"White boy..." Stephen turned his head looking into her eyes. She was crying.

"It's OK Reesa, you don't have to say anything."

"Shhhh, white boy. I love you..."