***All characters are over 18***
The clock struck 8'o'clock. CNN was on, the lights were off, and the door of my room was closed. My boyfriend and I were snuggled on my bed, both our mouths open. Outside, the hall of my dormitory was empty, dead silent. The commercial break ended.
"Shhhh!!!" We both hushed at each other, even though neither of us were talking. My hand slipped around Danny's arm, gripping it tightly.
Wolf Blitzer appeared on the screen. "And CNN can now project…"
We both held our breath.
"…that Barack Obama, 47 years old, will become the president-elect of the United States…."
"YESSS!!!!" We leapt off the bed together, flinging our hands in air, jumping and yelling as we celebrated. Through the walls of my room, I could hear the same exuberance in my dorm-mates, as eruptions of shouts and cheers rang through the halls.
Danny wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground, hugging me tight. I'm a pretty short girl, about 5'1", and usually weight right around a hundred pounds, give or take a few. Danny, on the other hand, used to play basketball in high school, and is well over six feet tall. He shook me back and forth as I laughed, my long, caramel brown hair tousling back and forth in a mess. I closed my eyes and giggled as he twirled, feeling the room spin around us before he finally put me back down.
"We did it," he said, grinning down at me.
"We did it," I echoed back, slipping my hands around his neck and raising myself on my tip-toes to kiss him. I felt his arms encircle my waist once more as our lips locked, pulling me into his body. I'm a runner, and you can tell by my build. My legs are lean and trim but athletic. And I'm not an especially curvy girl – I've got a B-cup chest (sometimes a C-cup on a good day) and a firm, small butt – but the flip side is that I'm pretty slender. One of Danny's favorite things about my body is that he can wrap one arm around my entire waist.
Our kiss lasted for several seconds. At last, we parted and I sank back down on my heels, looking into his eyes.
"Now ANWR is safe," he said, smiling at me.
"Yep. So is Roe v. Wade." I flopped back on the bed, my feet dangling off the edge, arranging my skirt. I was wearing a pretty typical outfit for me; a tight-fitting, spaghetti strap tank top, and a frilled skirt that stopped just above my knees. Danny had just come from the gym; he was wearing gym shorts and a plain white T-shirt that showed off his gorgeous arms.
"Maybe we can even start moving towards pay equality," he said, crawling onto the bed next to me, sliding a hand across my bare calf. I shivered at the sensation, and didn't miss a flash of a mischievous grin slide across his face.
"Stop," I said, scooting closer to him. "Now you're just being ridiculous."
"No, really." His hand was a little higher now, resting on my kneecap, right at the edge of my skirt. "It's an all-Democrat government. Maybe there's even a chance of getting some of those gay marriage bans overturned." His hand was slowly sliding further up my leg, hovering just under my skirt's hem. He was waiting for a signal. I grinned up at him.
"Danny," I teased. "You're being unrealistic. Your head's up in the clouds."
"Yeah?" He leaned forward, so that his mouth was just inches from mine.
"You don't like it when I dream big?" Then he kissed me, hard and passionate, but only for a second before he pulled away. It was one of his tricks; tease me with a lightning-quick but achingly good kiss, so good that it made me crane my neck and raise my chin for more. I caught myself halfway through the movement as I stared up at him, my amber eyes locked deep into his dark brown ones.
"Nope," I replied, and I placed my hand on his, which was still on my leg, stroking my knee. Then, I gently but firmly slid it up my thigh, letting him caress the slender skin of my leg, my skirt riding up as our hands moved in tandem. "…I love it."
"Mmmm…well in that case, I'm dreaming of a timetable for leaving Iraq." His hand was stroking my thigh, inching even further up my leg, toward my hips, building my anticipation with every second. His mouth was on my neck, peppering it with kisses, sending shivers down my spine, so strong they made me want to squeal out loud. Instead, I craned my head to the side, letting my hair spill my shoulder, and slowly snuck a hand across his legs and onto his crotch.
His hips jolted involuntarily when I reached my target, and I couldn't help grinning as I felt his cock stir in his pants, growing and pressing against my hand, ready to come out and play.
"Oooh…that's it…talk dirty to me, Danny…"
He laughed. "Oh yeah, Ashley…you're so hot…you're hotter than global warming…" His other arm was around my tiny waist, his hand on my torso, gently sliding my top up my skin, every inch of my flesh flushing with eagerness as he gently glided across it.
"More…more!" I whimpered.
"I want to fuck you harder than Bush fucked the economy…" In a skilled flash, Danny had slipped my tank top over my head, tossing it onto the floor, and now his hand was sliding over my bra, his head hovering over my chest, fondling and licking my tits like he was worshipping them. Both of my hands were at his shorts now, hastily untying the drawstring, tugging them down to reveal a massive bulge in his boxers.
"Oooh…" I cooed in his ear. "God, that's so hot, Danny…more..."
Now his hand was behind my back, unclipping my bra and slipping it off my shoulders. The instant it fell to my lap and freed my boobs, his lips were on them, drawing warm, wet circles around my tender nipples with his tongue, suckling on them, teasing me so badly that my body was practically quivering with lust.
"I want to make you whine more than Bill Clinton…make you scream louder than Howard Dean…"
"Oh God..." I couldn't take it anymore. I pounced on him, rolling over and leaping onto his body, straddling his legs with mine, my hands gripping his neck and his hard, muscular chest. I felt his arms on the small of my back, pressing my little body against him. My pussy was calling out for attention, and I responded by fiercely grinding my hips into his, pressing down on his cock, grinning as he squirmed in pleasure. I pulled him into a deep kiss, our lips locked and our tongues swirling.
When our lips parted, he was whispering into my ear as I pressed against him, my boobs on his chest, my skirt tickling his bare legs. I kept grinding against him, relishing the rock hard bulge in between my legs, teasing my own twat with a taste of what was to come.
"I'm gonna violate you like the Republicans violated the Constitution…I'm gonna drill you like they want to drill Alaska…"
"Drill, baby, DRILL!" I called out, and then I sprung off him, tugging at his legs, pulling him into a lying position on the bed. He got the message, and positioned himself in front of me, tugging off his shirt and pulling down his boxers to reveal his thick, throbbing cock. I lowered myself to my hands, stretched out across the bed like a cat ready to pounce, my ass in the air, my back arched in a silent request for his cock. One hand was on his throbbing tool, slowly stroking it as I grinned up at him, my eyes focused on his face as I positioned my lips just above the tip of his dick. His other hand was caressing my back, running across my naked flesh, caressing my butt through the fabric of my skirt.
Gently, teasingly, I ran my flat tongue across the bottom of his shaft, beginning at the base of his cock and trailing upwards, flicking the tip of his meat so that it bobbed back and forth against my lips. Danny let out a harsh moan as I did it, unable to even form words, and his entire body shuddered. I grinned up at him as I lowered my lips back down to the base of his meat, my hot breath on his balls, and did it again, teasing him with my tongue, coating his shaft with my drool, watching him fidget and wriggle. Five more times I ran my tongue oh-so-slowly up his shaft, making sure he could relish every second of my soft tongue on his meat, feeling his excitement pulsing through his stiff flesh.
"One for each of McCain's houses," I cooed, with another grin. He started to laugh, but before he even finished, I had plunged his cock into my lips, gulping him down like he was candy, and his laugh instantly turned into a load moan.
"Ohhhh fuck…" His body jolted upwards as I slurped, plowing his dick even further into my mouth, his slick shaft sliding against my lips, and I started to suck, puckering my cheeks and bobbing up and down as I slobbered. I gathered my hair in one hand and held it back as I plunged deep, my other hand on his thigh for support.