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  YES, MR. PRESIDENT

  by

  Jean-Luc Cheri

  AMAZON EDITION

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  Yes, Mr. President

  Copyright © 2013 by Jean-Luc Cheri

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  Note: This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.

  Book description:

  College junior Sarah Hayes has big dreams of entering the world of politics after graduation, and when the opportunity to become a summer intern at the White House arises, she leaps at the chance. Selected from all the applicants, she leaves her home in California to travel to the nation's capital. Along with her luggage, the 21-year-old virgin carries with her secret sexual desires - desires so dark they could threaten her dream job.

  President Maxwell Remington is an enigma. After losing his wife in a tragic accident several years earlier, his charismatic personality allowed him to capture the hearts of the American voters and become the youngest president to ever be elected. But his public image is much different from the private one, and those who work close with him see a man who's unsmiling and quietly intense. A man who is hiding secret desires of his own.

  When the two meet, they each recognize something in the other, igniting a passion that could threaten to bring down his presidency.

  This is a complete novel, and is 70,749 words, or 283 standard pages, in length.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Several years prior.

  The light from the drive-in movie screen shone through the windshield of the pickup truck, providing scant illumination as we grappled on the front seat. My arms were around Matt’s shoulders, as one of his hands caressed my breast through my blouse and bra. My pebble-hard nipples pressed through the cloth urgently, as if reaching out for his touch.

  Our tongues danced together, and his lips felt good on mine. I clung tightly to him, sending him every sign that I wanted him to explore further. The white panties I wore had started off dry when I put them on while getting ready for our date, and had gotten slightly moist when he pulled up in front of my house to pick me up. As we drove to the drive-in, and my anticipation increased, it felt like a low-voltage electrical current was running through my body and the wetness seeped out of me. But as we moved together shortly after the movie had begun, and his hands explored, I felt a twisting need between my legs, and the slick fluids soaked the cotton fabric.

  “You are so sexy,” he whispered, and emphasized the point by pinching my nipple gently.

  I groaned but didn’t reply, focusing instead on the pleasure coursing through me. He reached to the buttons of my blouse and undid the top one.

  I quickly pushed his hand away. “No,” I breathed, “don’t.”

  Oh god, please, keep going.

  “Come on, Sarah. I just want to feel you.” His hand returned and popped open the next button.

  I tried to push him away again, but my attempt was feeble, and he undid the other three buttons, opening the top of my blouse and exposing the center of my bra. His hand began to slide down the upper swell of my breast, under my blouse.

  “No,” I repeated, reaching up to grip his forearm and stopping him in place. “We can’t.”

  “Just one touch, real quick. Then I’ll stop.”

  “No.”

  Please, touch me.

  He pushed his hand onward, and it was impossible to stop him. His fingertips slid over my sensitive skin, finding the edge of my bra and worming underneath, continuing on until I felt him bump over my stiff, rubbery nipple.

  “Ohhhh,” I groaned, as his hand slid further to cup the weight of my breast in his palm.

  Yes, it feels so good. Just what I need.

  He kissed me again, as his hand continued to caress my soft flesh. His promise of one touch was forgotten, and I didn’t complain. Sparks of pleasure emanated out from his contact, and settled between my legs, where my jealous pussy wanted some attention too.

  As he pinched my engorged nipple between his fingers, I slid my knee up onto his leg, causing my skirt to ride halfway up my thighs. Then I squeezed my legs together, compressing my clit in its folds, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I wished it was his hand causing it.

  Please, I need your touch.

  His hand pushed down my bra while at the same time lifting my breast. It was freed from its confines, and he quickly leaned down to take my nipple into his mouth.

  “Don’t do that,” I whined, pressing my hand against his forehead, trying to dislodge his lips from their grip.

  He held firm and sucked at my erect flesh, flicking his tongue over the wet, bumpy skin. I squirmed and moaned, moving my hands to his shoulders, trying feebly to push him off me.

  My legs opened again and I pressed my hips slightly forward, inviting his touch. But his attention was focused solely on my breast, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed it for a moment.

  Finally, his hand dropped to my legs and clasped the inside of my thigh, just above my knee. I immediately reached down and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from continuing.

  “No, Matt. You know I can’t go any further.”

  He lifted his head and stared at me in the semi-darkness. “I just want to make you feel good.” He slid his hand up my thigh.

  I tightened my grip. “I said no. I’m not that kind of girl.”

  P
lease, please, I want to feel your hand on me.

  “I promise you’ll enjoy it.” His hand moved further up, and now he was only inches from discovering my saturated panties.

  “No, please don’t. I can’t do this.”

  “Sarah, just a quick touch. That’s all I want.” I guess he figured if it worked once it would work again.

  He pressed hard against my resistance, and I felt his hand graze against the soft material. I moaned and leaned my head back, giving into the pleasure.

  His fingers found my slit through the cloth, and pressed it into me, parting my outer labia and causing the slick cotton to slide against my inner folds.

  My hand gripped his forearm tightly, as my nails dug into his skin. I hunched my hips against his hand, urging him on.

  That’s it, just like that. Make me do what I’m not allowed to.

  I felt my panties being pulled to the side, and then his fingers were on me, skin on skin. They brushed through my pubes and wormed between my slippery labia, exploring my intimate flesh. He wasn’t experienced and didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but he accidentally brushed against my clit a few times, causing me to groan into his ear.

  “Stop it,” I whispered. “I’m not supposed to be doing this.”

  He ignored me and continued to lick at my nipple, as his fingers moved inside me. I could feel my excitement building, and knew it wouldn’t be long before my explosion. Only this time it wouldn’t be my own hand giving me pleasure, but finally someone else’s instead.

  I knew what we were doing was wrong, and exactly what my parents had spent my entire life warning me about. But what could I do? I tried to resist him, but he was just too strong. I couldn’t be held responsible.

  He lifted his mouth from my breast and said, “Touch me.”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “Please. It’s so hard it hurts. Just take it out and touch it for little while, like I’m touching you.”

  “Matt, you know I can’t do that.”

  Yes, yes, yes! I want to feel its warm hardness in my hand. I want to touch it until it spurts out its load. Oh god, yes.

  “Sarah, I don’t want to go home with blue balls again. Just rub it. You can even do it through my pants.”

  “No, Matt, and that’s final.”

  Please, take my hand and put it there. Make me touch you.

  But instead of answering my unspoken wish, he leaned back in his seat and let out an exasperated sigh, pulling in his hand from between my legs.

  No! Put it back! I was almost there! Please!

  “Sarah, I can’t take this any longer. You’re driving me crazy.”

  Crazy is good. Go nuts and force me.

  “Matt, please, you don’t understand.”

  “I understand,” he said, with an edge of anger in his voice. “We’ve been dating for almost two months, and you’ve fought me every inch of the way. I’m tired of it.”

  Then take what you want.

  “Matt, just calm down.”

  “No, I’m not going to calm down. These mixed signals you’re sending are making me insane. It’s like you pretend you want me, but then you stop me every time I get close. You’re nothing but a cocktease.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “It is, and I’m done with it. I’m taking you home.”

  Why can’t you understand? Why can’t any of them understand?

  “Matt, please. Let’s stay here and keep going.”

  He turned the key and started the engine. “Nope, I’m not falling for it any more. We’re through.”

  We pulled out of the drive-in and drove home in silence. My body was shrieking in unfulfilled lust, but I remained quiet. I had hoped Matt would be the one, but now I knew he wasn’t. My search would have to continue.

  He pulled up in front of my house, and I got out without saying goodbye. When I went in, my father was surprised to see me home so soon, and wanted to know why. I told him I was tired, and climbed the stairs to my bedroom.

  I flopped down on my bed, and the tears of frustration flowed out of me. I pressed my face into my pillow and cried, trying to be as quiet as I could so my father wouldn’t hear.

  Why couldn’t I be normal? Why couldn’t I be like every other girl and just have sex when I wanted it?

  But deep down, I knew why. My mother had died of cancer two years ago, and near the end she had told me I had to be a good girl for Dad. I promised her I would be, and I wanted to live up to that promise.

  But the need inside of me wanted something else. Something, because of my promise, I was unable to allow. The boys were attracted to me, with my shapely body and long, blonde hair, but none of them matched the man in my dreams, who took me without asking and who knew every one of my needs. Someday, I promised myself, I will find him.

  But I cried my frustrated tears, knowing today wasn’t that day. I wiped my eyes and reached down between my legs to satisfy the need that Matt couldn’t.

  Chapter 2

  Several years later.

  “Name, please?” The guard stood in his crisp uniform, holding a clipboard. His eyes seemed to pierce right through me.

  “Sarah Hayes.” I felt a flutter of fear in my stomach. Maybe I had just imagined all of this and I wasn’t supposed to be here. These two guards were going to arrest me for trespassing, or, even worse, send me off to Gitmo where my family would never hear from me again.

  He scanned the list in front of him, and then looked back at me. “May I see your ID, please?”

  I handed over my driver’s license, and he carried it back to the small white hut with blue-tinted windows. The other guard stood still with his hands behind his back, and his eyes never leaving me. I tried giving him a slight smile, but he held his emotionless gaze.

  Thirty seconds later, the first guard reappeared, and handed me back my license along with a plastic ID badge on a red lanyard.

  “Welcome, Miss Hayes. This badge is temporary, and you’ll be given your permanent one after your photo is taken. You must have it on at all times while you’re on the grounds, is that understood?”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  He stood to the side and held out his hand. “Follow this walk around the side, and you’ll see another guard at the entrance. Let him know you’re here to see Mrs. Marshall. Have a nice day.”

  “You too, and thank you very much.” I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked up the concrete walkway. But my relief turned to amazement as I got an up close and personal view of the building in front of me. I was sure I was going to wake up at any moment to discover this was just a wonderful dream.

  The White House. Just being so close to it gave me a chill. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to be working here. For a Political Science major like myself, it was heaven. I wondered again how I had lucked into getting a summer internship.

  I hadn’t even thought about applying for the job until my Poli-Sci professor announced to our class that one position was open to any student between their junior and senior years, which I was. So I put my name in the list, and a few months later, Betty Marshall, a member of the President’s staff, visited the school to interview those interested. Much to my surprise, I was selected.

  So, here I was, about to enter one of the most famous buildings in the world, where the most powerful man in the country, and possibly the world, worked.

  Another unsmiling guard greeted me, and examined my badge carefully. When I told him who I was here to see, he picked up a phone and spoke briefly into it.

  “Mrs. Marshall will be right down,” he said as he hung up the phone.

  “Thank you.”

  About a minute later, she appeared, and I recognized her bright smile instantly. She was a lovely woman with mocha-colored skin, who I guessed to be around forty, with sharp, intelligent eyes and a wide, friendly smile.

  “Miss Hayes,” she said, holding her hand out, “so glad you made it. How was your flight?”

  I gave her my hand and she sq
ueezed it enthusiastically. “Uneventful, thank you,” I replied.

  “Everything settled with your apartment?”

  “Perfect. Just a fifteen minute walk away.”

  “Great. Come with me, and I’ll show you to your desk.”

  As I walked through the halls, I tried to take it all in at once. We were in the West Wing, where most of the president’s staff worked, and where the Oval Office was. She led me upstairs to a room where there were four desks, with a girl my age sitting at one.

  “This is the intern’s room,” Mrs. Marshall explained. “And this is April. April, this is Sarah.”

  “Hi, Sarah.”

  I smiled. “Hi, April.”

  “There are two other interns sitting in here,” Mrs. Marshall continued. “Kyle and Olivia. They’re over in the East Wing today, helping out with a luncheon happening later. This will be your desk. Why don’t you get settled in, and April will help you get any office supplies you need. I’ll stop back in a little while to show you around.”

  “Sounds great, thank you,” I replied.

  Mrs. Marshall left, and I sat down in my chair, smiling wide. I was really here.

  “It’s weird, isn’t it?” April asked. She was very pretty, with short, dark hair, and smiling blue eyes.

  “Yeah.”

  “I just started a few months ago, and I’m still getting used to it. But you’ll like it here. It’s very easy going. Most of our work is the light stuff, like opening mail, or helping out with meetings and luncheons.”

  “What’s it like to work with… him?”

  “President Remington?”

  “Yes.”

  She shrugged. “He’s different than I thought he would be.”

  “How so?”

  Before I came here, the only time I saw him was when he was in front of a crowd, oozing charisma and beaming that twenty-megawatt smile of his.”