Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: After nine days I let the horse run free
Note: This is a work of fiction. The events listed below never took place. Don't sue me. :)
This is an entry in CAW (Calling All Writers) 6, a contest in the Forum. Part of the task was to write from an opposite gender point of view, so, this is from the female POV.
JFK: My Lover, My President
My love affair with JFK began shortly after I met him. He was the most handsome man I knew, and certainly one of the most handsome men the world knew. Now that he is gone, I want to put these memories onto paper, to preserve them, if for no one else but me. All I have now of him are memories, memories and dreams. Here is our story.
I was just 19 when I was hired to serve as an assistant to Mrs. Kennedy. My father was a big contributor to Mr. Kennedy's campaign, and as thanks for all his help, I was hired into the White House. I had complete my schooling at Katherine Gibbs in Providence, and was eager to enter the workforce. Moving to Washington, D.C. was a big deal for me, but thankfully most of the transition went smoothly. An apartment was waiting for me, complete with a roommate who had a job with the State Department. It was amazing how people reacted when they learned that I would be working in the White House.
"You'll be working for President Kennedy?" asked the landlord. "Oh, no no no, you don't need a deposit, miss, just please, say 'Hello!' to the President for me."
I remember the first time I saw Jackie. Of course, to me, she was always Mrs. Kennedy, never Jackie. She was standing in the Blue Room with Stephane Boudin. Mr. Boudin was there to help redecorate. I overhead part of their conversation as I was waiting with Mrs. Kennedy's personal assistant to be introduced.
"Mrs. Kennedy, I assure you that Madison-era furniture, with its empirical nature, will bring much needed style to this room."
Jackie stood there looking at him for a few seconds, then glanced over towards where I was standing. I was surprised by the growing intensity of her stare, as she continued her conversation with Boudin.
"Stephane, I trust you. Just remember, elegant charm. The American people have had a rough time of it lately, and I want them to see a new image in the White House, less military, with much more family appeal."
And with that, Jackie strode over to where Mary Gallagher and I were waiting.
"Mrs. Kennedy, this is Nancy Tuckerman. She's the new girl I told you about."
Jackie looked at me, up and down briefly, and then flashed her million-dollar smile.
"Nancy, pleased to meet you," and she extended her hand in my direction.
"Mrs. Presi...I mean, Mrs. Kennedy, ma'am," I babbled, gently taking her hand as I had learned in Protocol class at school.
The First Lady laughed lightly, and, seeing my obvious discomfort and blush, looked at Mary while releasing my hand.
"She's quite beautiful, Mary. Now you keep her safe, you hear?" And with that, she was off. I asked Mary what she meant by "safe" but Mary didn't answer directly, just saying that if I follow the rules, and work hard, I'll be fine.
History wants us to believe that the sexual revolution of the 1960s started towards the end of the decade, but that wasn't entirely true, at least not in our nation's capital. I myself was a virgin, having had but a few dates with boys, and only kissing one of them briefly. I was curious, of course, being normal, and I had "touched myself" a couple of times, but, I didn't even know what an orgasm was, let alone had one. All that was to change.
Several weeks passed and one night after dinner and a shower I told my roommate Jill that I was going to the library for a couple of hours. She had a friend over, a British gal with an unusual name, Dusty, and they were singing songs. Dusty, I was told, was an aspiring singer. After catching the bus, I was halfway to the library when I realized that I had forgotten one book. I didn't want to pay a fine, so I got off the bus and started walking back to the apartment. Took almost forty minutes, and, as I entered the apartment, I didn't see Jill and Dusty and thought perhaps they had left. Then I heard some noises coming from a back bedroom. I walked back towards my bedroom, and passed by Jill's, the door not quite closed all the way. I peeked.
To say I received the shock of my life would still be an understatement. There, on the bed and naked, was my roommate Jill and her friend Dusty! I gasped aloud but the radio was on next to the bed so my rapid intake of air went unheard. Jill was laying on her back, one hand around Dusty's back, and Dusty, Dusty was kissing Jill's left breast! Her nipple! She was kissing it, and licking and even sucking on it, much like a baby would. But most shocking of all was her hand, which was down between Jill's legs. Her fingers were lightly pulling at the brown hair that surrounded her vagina, and then touching her there, rubbing, and oh heavens, she then put a finger inside of Jill's vagina!
As I watched this Sapphic spectacle, I felt some strangle feeling in my own breasts and down between my legs. I could actually feel my own nipples starting to harden. Good grief! I told myself that the apartment must just be cold, and then gasped again as Dusty had now moved her head down between Jill's legs. No, she couldn't be! But it was true! She was licking at Jill's vagina!
I felt a little faint, and set my purse and two books down, slumping a bit against the wall. My brain told me to get out of there, to leave right now, but for some reason I couldn't. I had to look again.
Jill's head was moving now, side to side, and with one hand she was pinching her own nipple, while the other hand was entwined in Dusty's hair, almost as if she was trying to force her face against her private parts more firmly. Then I could hear Jill moaning as it looked like Dusty wasn't licking her any longer, but instead was kissing her at the top of her vagina. Or maybe she was providing some suction there, I couldn't tell. But I could tell that Jill was really, really enjoying herself.
It was then I realized that I was trying to rub myself between my legs with my right hand, while my left hand was squeezing at one of my nipples that was pressing through my blouse. I quickly removed the hand from between my legs, but not the other, and looked again.
"Oh God Yesssssss.....I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmming......" and Jill was thrusting her hips to and fro. I'll give Dusty credit, she had her arms wrapped around Jill's legs and was holding on tight for the ride. I guess maybe she liked the taste, which seemed strangely odd to me at the time.
As Jill quieted down, Dusty moved up on the bed and straddled Jill's head. That put Jill's head right between Dusty's legs, and when Dusty lowered herself, I knew what she was doing. She was putting her vagina right on top of Jill's mouth! I noticed as she was moving up the bed that she had a large growth of dark hair down there, unlike her blonde hair on her head. I couldn't see Jill's face, but she must have been doing something with her mouth or tongue because Dusty was moving her hips around and pinching both of her nipples with her fingers. I saw that Jill had moved one hand down between her own legs and was using three fingers to rub at the top of her vagina in a circular motion. That was when I again noticed that my hand was between my legs.
Looking at Jill, I threw caution to the wind and slid my hand down in-between my stomach and my skirt, under my panties, and past my soft hair until I felt my own wetness. I moaned quietly to myself, rubbing gently. I thought I was being quiet, but Jill's voice startled me.
"What the fuck are you doing home?"
I quickly pulled my hand out of my skirt, but, there was no denying what I had been doing. Dusty had a smirk on her face, and I could see a wetness on Jill's face that could only be from where Dusty's vagina had leaked on her.
"I'm sorry, I'm, I was, I forgot a book, I'm sor..." I stammered.
Dusty stepped forward and put one arm around my back and took hold of my arm with her other hand and started leading me into Jill's bedroom.
"Come on in, cutie, the fun is just getting started," said Dusty, moving me towards the bed as Jill closed the door.
"No wait, I don't want to, I'm not like you," I was cut off by Dusty pressing her mouth against mine, her tongue snaking inside of it and pressing against mine, surprising the bejesus out of me.
The next minutes went by in a blur as hands were all over me, unbuttoning my blouse, unzipping my skirt, my bra came off, my panties were pulled down, all the while I was getting kissed and fondled by both Jill and Dusty, my mind awash with lustful feelings and guilt.
"Wait, please, we shouldn't" and my mouth was filled with a nipple, hands cradling my head and pulling me closer. With my body responding in ways that I never knew possible, what else could I do?
I sucked on the nipple.
Laying in my bed later, I reflected upon how my life had changed. I was a lesbian! I was both thrilled and ashamed. I thought about the Scarlet Letter, and giddily wondered if there would be a bright red "L" on my forehead in the morning. I licked my lips again and could still taste Dusty on them, opting not to brush my teeth before bed tonight. And I learned all about an orgasm! I lay back in bed, listening to the radio...singing along..."...dream, dream, dream..." as I drifted off to sleep, thinking about the President, and a little about Dusty Springfield too.
"Nancy!" It was Mary, my boss.
"I'm sorry, yes?"
"What were you day dreaming about girl?"
Just then the President and Jackie passed by in the corridor, and I blushed. Mary saw my redness, and smiled coyly.
"I understand. He has that affect on all new girls." I nodded and lowered my eyes, a small smile appearing on my face. I guess I was crushing on him from the start.
It was a month later that I got my real first taste of the presidency. I was working late, typing up a report for Jackie, when I felt a presence behind me. I looked over my shoulder and then jumped as I saw Kenneth O'Donnell standing there. Kenny, as he was known, was an imposing man. He was also a special advisor to the President. Some say he was filling the role of Chief of Staff. I stood up quickly.
"Yes, Mr. O'Donnell, sir?"
He just looked at me, impassively, as if he were studying me, measuring me. I was starting to grow more uncomfortable but then he broke the silence.
"The President would like to see you." He continued staring.
"Now. Oval Office." He turned and left.
"Oh Geez," I thought to myself, what did I do now? The President didn't even know I existed as far as I knew. Was I going to get fired? Oh no...did they somehow find out that I was a lesbian? Or was I a lesbian? I wanted men, or, a man, I mean, the President. So how could I be a lesbian?"
A million thoughts flew in and out of my mind as I walked towards the Oval Office, all of them worse than the previous one.
The President's secretary was working outside of the Oval Office and saw me approaching. Her name was Evelyn Lincoln, and she smiled politely and nodded towards one of the doors.
I hesitantly entered, butterflies filling my stomach.
The President was sitting at his desk, reading some papers. I quietly walked over and stood a respectful distance away, not saying anything. A minute or so later he looked up.
From his look, it was like he was not expecting me. Was this some cruel joke that Mr. O'Donnell was playing on me?
"Mister...Mister O'Donnell said," he cut me off.
"Yes, right, you're Nancy, is it? He smiled.
"Yes sir, Mr. President."
He got up and walked over to me. At six feet two inches, he towered over me. He reached out and put a hand on my shoulder, and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Nancy, I've heard good things about you. That you're a hard worker. That you can keep secrets. Tell me, do you like serving your country, serving my presidency?"
"Oh yes Mr. President," I beamed. "I'm honored to serve you. I love my job. I'll do anything I'm asked sir, anything."
I suppose if you looked in a dictionary under the word "naive" you would find a photo of me.
The President continued on with his smile, looking at me. Now I was what you call a looker, I suppose. I wasn't tall at five and a half feet, but I was pretty, and slender, and my breasts, well, they were a D cup, and on my 34 inch bust, well, it made me look good. My hair was strawberry blonde, and came to the middle of my back, although I wore it up most often at work, to look older.
"Nancy," he squeezed my shoulder a bit and then moved back towards his desk, "I need your help right now. I dropped a pencil under my desk. Would you retrieve it for me?"
"Oh, absolutely Mr. President," I said enthusiastically, moving over and getting down on my hands and knees, crawling under the desk.
"I don't see anything Mr. President" I said as I looked around, then moved my head out from under the desk to look at him. He was seated in his chair, and moved close to me, which put his crotch almost at my mouth. I looked up at him, a little bewildered.
"Stay there" he commanded.
Then he unzipped his fly, reached in with his hand and pulled out his penis! I thought I was going to pee right on his carpet. I was totally speechless, and, awestruck, and horrified, and thrilled. His penis was huge. I could see what appeared to be about 8 inches, and I'm sure that there was a little more left inside of his trousers.
"Nancy, you said you would do anything to serve your president. Well, this is exactly what I need serviced, right here, right now. Can you help, Nancy?"
Now with that said, what on earth could I say or do? I was rendered speechless. This large penis was staring right at me, menacing me, giving me hot flashes. This was the commander-in-chief, my crush, asking me to give him, what did they call it, a blow job?
"I, sir, I don't know what to do. I mean, I've never done something like this before."
I heard a chuckle, and then a voice.
"Open your mouth, Nancy, and move forward," he said, one of his hands reaching for the back of my head.
I did what he said, and opened my mouth and moved forward. Using his hand, he guided my head over his penis until I had about four inches of it in my mouth.
"Keep your teeth away from it, and bob your head back and forth, slowly."
I did what he said. I began to fellate the President of the United States.
With the help of his hand, we began to develop a rhythm. I made sure to keep my lips over my teeth so I didn't injure him. Sometimes he would push a little harder, and more of his penis would go into my mouth. It was almost like he wanted me to swallow it. I almost laughed at that thought.
Soon he was moving my head back and forth faster, and faster. It felt like the head of his penis was getting a little larger, like it was swelling. I hoped I wasn't hurting it; that would certainly get me fired, I thought.
When President John Fitzgerald Kennedy emptied his balls into my mouth, it was an even bigger surprise than when he showed me his penis! I felt the hot cum shooting inside my mouth, and then I figured out what it was, but by then I was already swallowing it because there wasn't a lot of room left what with his big penis and all. I didn't mind the taste, I just wasn't sure about the idea of swallowing sperm. The thought had never occurred to me.
He finished by asking me to lick all of the cum off of his penis, which of course I did, not wanting him to possibly stain his expensive pants. When I was done he put his penis away, backed up his chair, and offered his hand to help me stand up, which I took.
"Thank you, Nancy...you served your president with excellence. Now, stop by Mr. O'Donnell's office."
"Yes, Mr. President, thank you, sir."
I quickly left the office, my head spinning.
"I gave a blow job, no, a blowjob, to the President" I thought to myself, my heart filled with emotion.
As I left the office, I walked the short distance to Mr. O'Donnell's office, wondering what he might want. I knocked and heard a curt "Come in".
"Mr. O'Donnell, the President asked me," he cut me off.
"Miss Tuckerman, I saw you with the President."
"I could have you fired on the spot. Tell your father. You'd be disgraced. Do you want that?"
"No! Please no!"
He looked at me with contempt. I was sure I was going to get fired.
"Come over here."
I walked tentatively to his desk. He spun me around, facing away from him, and pushed forward, bending me over his desk.
"Keep quiet," he told me.
Then he pulled up my dress, exposing my panties and backside. I felt him pull down my panties and I started to panic.
"You're wet," he stated, as I felt his fingers touch my vagina.
"I'm...I'm...I'm a virgin, sir."
He stopped probing me.
"Are you lying to me?"
Maybe there was some hope. Maybe he didn't want to take my cherry. Maybe I could save that for my President.
Mr. O'Donnell was one of the old guard who kept his hair slicked back. I saw his hand reach for a drawer, open it, and retrieve a vial of Vaseline. I thought this was an odd time for him to worry about his hair. A few seconds later he tossed the vial back into the drawer. Then I felt him move his body against mine.
"Mr. O'Donnell, honest, I'm a vir......sir, um, that's not my vagina."
He had mistakenly placed his penis against my anus and had started to push. Then the head of his penis popped inside my anus, and I let out a screech.
"Quiet!" he said, and took a glove from his desk and stuck it in my mouth. "Bite down, it'll help keep you quiet."
I bit down as instructed, but still felt the sting of his penis in my ass. Then he took hold of both of my wrists with his hands and pulled them back towards him. It all came together in my mind quickly what was going to happen.
"Hey, wait a ..."
In one smooth motion, Mr. O'Donnell pushed forward hard while pulling my arms back hard. This forced all of his penis to sink deep into my ass as I let out a scream, muffled by the glove in my mouth. I don't remember the last time something hurt that much. Thankfully he had used the Vaseline. I felt him pull back until just the head was inside, and then he thrust inside me once again.
Tears were running down my cheeks, but it was worth it. If this is what it took to keep my job and be close to the President, it was worth it.
Mr. O'Donnell kept thrusting in and out of my ass, hard strokes, muttering something about how tight my ass was, and how we both needed this.
After a couple minutes of this thrusting I felt him change his rhythm and then felt his warm liquid squirt into me. Thankfully, this was over.
After we re-arranged our clothing, he told me that I would report to him at 9pm every Tuesday night, unless he was out of town. And so every Tuesday evening we would have anal sex. Same position. Same lube. He never once kissed me or wanted anything else. As I became more experienced and comfortable with my body, I learned to keep one of my arms free so I could reach under and sometimes rub his balls, or, more often, rub my little button. Sometimes I was able to orgasm.
I guess I didn't mind servicing Mr. O'Donnell, because I sorta' figured out that as long as he wanted me, I'd be kept close by, and I could spend time with the President.
And spend time I did. The President liked when I stopped by to help him find misplaced pencils, pens, and other items. I knew he loved me, but that he had to stay married to Jackie for appearances. For about a year all he wanted from me was a blowjob. I got better giving them over time. I learned how to take him deeper into my mouth, and into my throat. He liked it when I did that. I'm sure that he was falling in love with me, as I loved him.
Then one day he told me that Jackie was going away for a week, and that he wanted me to meet him in the private residence that night. I went home and soaked in the tub for an hour, then got dressed, carefully applying my make-up, and picked out my best dress. I went back to work and was ushered upstairs. The President (I could never really think of Him as Jack) was dressed casually, wearing a cardigan and slacks. He offered me a drink, which was a first for me. It was scotch.
He asked me about my home life, about growing up, about when I went to school, and I filled him in on all of the details. As time went on, he was refilling my drink glass. I felt that it was getting warm in there, and the more I drank, the warmer it got.
After a couple of hours I was feeling quite giddy, and giggly. Before I knew it, the President was kissing me.
"Oh, Mr. President, I love you" I said, in-between kisses.
He smiled and removed my clothes and carried me to a bed. Looking down at me, he began removing his clothes. When I finally saw his cock (he told me to call it a cock, not a penis), it was rock hard. He kneeled and straddled my head, facing my feet. I raised my head and took one of his balls into my mouth, licking it. I felt him lay down partially on top of me. I remembered this position; I was in a 69 with my President, my lover. I felt his hands running through my reddish-blonde pussy hair. (He told me to call it a pussy, not a vagina!) Then he was kissing my pussy, and soon licking my clit. I brought his peni...cock back and put it into my mouth and began sucking on it. I was in love.
After a few minutes I was getting ready to cum, but the President stopped licking and fingering me. I wanted to tell him to keep going, that I was close, but, he was the president after all. He got off the bed and grabbed my legs and pulled me close to the edge. Then he pushed my legs back until my knees were at my shoulders. His face was close to mine, and I felt his cock nudged up against my pussy. My President was going to take my virginity. This was so roman...
I thought the deflowering of my ass was painful, but this seemed to hurt even more, as I screamed when the President buried his nine and one-half inch cock into my virgin pussy in one, huge thrust. I felt my pussy tear, and then he began sawing in and out, full strokes, going deep and banging against my womb. I was glad I had so much to drink, because it seemed to dull the pain between my legs. But I was enduring this for my lover, for my President.
When Jack died (Yes, all these years later, I think of him as Jack, finally), a part of me died too. It was heart wrenching to see little John saluting his Daddy's casket as it moved past him. I think of Jack often. I dream of the time that we spent together, of the many times we made love, and of the plans that I had made. I knew that he would divorce Jackie once he left office and that he would marry me. But I never told a single soul about us. Never put these thoughts on paper. Not until today.
"Mrs. Tuckerman? Mrs. Tuck...there you are. Mrs. Tuckerman, it's time for your medicine," said the orderly.
"Thank you. Bill, can you tell me, is John back yet?"
"Yes Mrs. Tuckerman, Mr. Hinckley arrived back here at St. Elizabeth's earlier this morning. Now, what's that song that he plays for you on his guitar?"
"It's called All I Have To Do Is Dream."
"Ah, that's right. Okay Mrs. Tuckerman, here's the pill."
"Thank you, Mrs. Tuckerman. Sweet dreams."
Sweet indeed, I thought.
Dream...dream, dream, dream...whenever I want you, all I have to do..........I drifted off to sleep again........dreaming of my lover Jack, of those wonderful times we had together, fifty years ago.
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