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Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. I just took them out for a
little spin and had them do naughty things to each other. Comments
welcome. E-mail me at TrekkerJT@aol.com.
"To Protect And Serve"
by JT Langdon
There was nothing the Secret Service cherished more than silence
and Special Agent Gina Tuscano savored the moment Fate had
given her. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed
and smiled when she learned it was just after midnight. For once
she was in bed at a sensible hour! Her assignment -the rather sterile
euphemism she used when referring to Zoey Bartlet- was safe and
secure in the room across the hall, in for the night with a class first
thing in the morning. Gina had the latter to thank for her moment of
silence and first real chance at a good night's sleep, and though she
loved her work she needed this time to herself.
Eighteen months of intense training for this assignment had not fully
prepared her for guarding Zoey Bartlet. That woman was a bundle
of fire. Gina felt more like a firefighter than a Secret Service Agent
. . . just struggling to keep up with the flames. She realized Zoey
was no different than the hundreds of other first-year college
students and could certainly sympathize. It hadn't been that long
since she'd been in college. She understood that impatient feeling,
the need to explore the new and exciting world that had just been
revealed. God knows she'd done her share of exploring in college . .
. and even made some discoveries about herself that would have
profound ramifications in the years to follow. But even though she
understood that didn't mean she had to be thrilled about the parties .
. . the late night sessions in the student union. She didn't want to
deprive Zoey of the college experience but then she wasn't a tour
guide through life, either. Her job was to keep Zoey safe no matter
the cost . . . and that included her life.
Of course, she didn't blame her assignment for everything. It wasn't
Zoey's fault her father was the President of the United States and,
because of that, she was in danger. Her father had taken stands on
hot-button issues like abortion and gay rights that were sure to
enflame the more radical segments of the society. The most recent
threats stemmed from Zoey's involvement with her father's personal
aide, a handsome young man who also happened to be black. That
relationship had caused enough of a stir that some scheduled events
had been postponed and extra security had been added.
Gina didn't like it. She didn't like giving in to the hate some people
espoused. But it was just too dangerous. The people making the
threats would also make good on those threats. She had no doubt
of that. These were the kind of people who set fire to black
churches and detonated car bombs outside Federal buildings. The
life of Zoey Bartlet would mean nothing more to them than free
publicity for their cause. Those kind of people frightened her . . .
and made her job that much harder.
Gina rolled over with a frustrated grunt. In her line of work chances
of getting some actual rest were few and far between, so when one
presented itself it was best to take advantage of it. But she couldn't
unwind! Her mind was still whirring at a mile a minute, focused on
work . . . on her assignment . . . on protecting Zoey. She just
couldn't shut down. Thoughts ran through her brain like water
pouring out of a faucet. That was onf of the trappings of the job.
She was trained to be on her toes, physically and mentally, at all
times. That served her well more often than not but she ran the risk
of burn out if she couldn't turn it off now and then.
Shifting under the bedcovers, Gina decided she liked the feel of the
flannel sheets against her naked flesh, and not for the first time
longed to have someone under the covers with her. That was
another sacrifice she had made for her career. There was no room
for personal relationships. She couldn't devote enough of her time
or herself to another person and still do her job, and while she
doubted someone patient enough to tolerate that kind of life even
existed it still wouldn't be fair to them.
And there was another reason . . . a darker reason . . . one that kept
her from forming emotional attachments. She put her life at risk
every day. The last thing she wanted was for a lover to get that call
in the middle of the night explaining she had been killed in the line
of duty. Gina couldn't ask anyone to shoulder that burden. So she
slept alone. But she was still a woman with needs that would drive
her insane if ignored too long, but those were needs she could take
of herself . . . and were another reason a moment of silence was
something to be treasured.
The sound of urgent voices crackling over her radio set put the
kibosh to those plans and Gina pulled her hand back from that place
she wanted so much for it to remain. She was alert in an instant.
Slipping the earpiece into place, Gina listened for a moment and
heard something about two suspicious-looking figures seen
loitering around the dormitory. She waited for a break in the
conversation then chimed in.
"Tuscano, here," Gina said. "What's the situation?"
The pause and static that followed sent a shiver of apprehension
down her back, then a familiar voice sounded in her ear.
"Campus security spotted two white males near the dorm entrance,"
one of the agents on the ground floor informed her.
"Shit." Gina got out of bed. The night air might have felt wonderful
against her naked breasts under different circumstance but now it
was more a nuisance. She pulled on a pair of black denim jeans and
a sweatshirt, then shrugged into the shoulder holster that housed
her Glock 9mm. The rules of engagement for a field agent in her
position permitted her to discharge a weapon at her discretion. She
would if she had to.
Focused and prepared for the worst, Gina padded barefoot across
the hall and pounded on the door of Zoey's dorm room.
"Zoey? It's Gina. I'm coming in." Gina didn't wait for a response,
using her key to open the door then stepping inside in one fluid
motion. Her Glock was easily accessible. She searched the darkness
for movement but found none until her gaze fell on the bed where
the woman still in it reached for the bedside table and turned on the
light. The expression that greeted her was not a pleased one.
"What's wrong?" Zoey asked groggily.
"Maybe nothing," Gina said. "Just hold tight until the agents
downstairs check it out."
Zoey mumbled something inaudible -but no doubt crude- in
response to that, flinging off the covers then stumbling out of bed.
Her pajamas consisted of a black tank-top and matching cotton
panties that clung to her firm, eighteen-year old figure to show off
even the most subtle of curves. She had slim hips and petite breasts,
like tennis balls, those perfect rounds stretching the tank-top in just
the right places.
Though Gina had seen Zoey like that before, she was unprepared
for the effect the sight of her assignment so scantily clad stirred
within her now. Feelings like that for another woman were nothing
new; having them for someone under her protection was
unprofessional and unacceptable. She glanced off to the side,
pretending to inspect the room for intruders . . . but despite her best
efforts Gina couldn't help looking the other woman over once
again. The second time around she liked what she saw even more
and had to concentrate even harder to suppress the hunger growing
within her.
"You know I have to get up early tomorrow," Zoey growled. She
crossed the room and got a Diet Coke from the small refrigerator
beside the desk.
"Yeah, Zoey. I know. I have your entire class schedule
memorized."
"You really need to get a life."
Gina laughed. There was nothing bitter in Zoey's tone, just the
frustration of having been wakened in the middle of the night by an
armed Federal agent. The sad thing about it was this wasn't the first
time the two of them had been in this situation.
"Now what would I do with a life?" Gina asked.
"Good point," Zoey said. She downed more of her Coke then
assumed a thoughtful pose. It was at times like that she resembled
the President. "All this security is because I'm involved with
Charlie, isn't it?"
"No," Gina said. "All this security is because the world is full of
assholes."
That got a laugh.
"Still," Zoey said, "these threats . . . the protests. It's because I'm
dating a black guy."
"Yeah."
"It's fucking stupid."
"Yeah."
"You won't tell my father I said that?"
"I'm your agent, not his," Gina said, grinning. "I've made that clear
to him."
Zoey returned the smile. She sat down on the edge of the bed, can
of soda clasped between her hands. "I hate this. It's nobody's
business who I'm sharing a bed with, and Charlie and I haven't even
. . ." Her words trailed off into awkward silence.
"Haven't what?" Gina teased.
Before Zoey could answer there was a loud *bang* outside. It
might have been a balloon popping or even a car backfiring . . . but
Gina was on the move even before the last echoes of that
unidentified sound faded into the night. She dove at Zoey and took
them both to the floor, covering the younger woman's body with
her own as the can of Diet Coke rolled across the floor.
"Gina, what-"
"Quiet," Gina snapped. She could feel her heart thumping in her
chest and she was breathing in short, ragged gasps. Her actions had
been instinctive, the result of fierce training, but now that she had
time to think about the situation Gina gradually became aware of
Zoey underneath her, their bodies mashed together, bosom to
bosom, lips just inches apart. It would have required no effort on
her part to kiss that lush-looking mouth.
Time seemed to slow down . . . stretch on for ever . . . then a voice
rescued Gina from the dangerous thoughts running through her
mind.
"Agent Tuscano?"
"Go ahead," Gina said.
"All clear."
Gina breathed a sigh of relief. She got to her feet then helped Zoey
off the floor. The woman looked a little shaken but none the worse
for wear . . . in other words, alive, which at the end of the night was
all that mattered.
"You all right?"
"Um, yeah," Zoey replied, nodding slowly.
Gina made sure that was true then spoke into the microphone up
her sleeve. "Copy, team two. The package is secure. What the hell
is going on down there?"
"Aw, just a couple of kids setting off firecrackers. We've turned
them over to Campus Security."
"You should have shot them," Gina growled.
"I copy, Agent Tuscano. But you know the kind of paperwork you
have to fill out when you take down a civilian."
Gina laughed. "Roger that. I'm putting the package to bed. Tuscano
out." She looked over at Zoey and smiled. Some color was
returning to the younger woman's face, which was a good sign, but
she still looked a bit out of sorts.
"I hate this. I just fucking hate this."
"I know, Zoey," Gina said. "I know. Why don't you try and get
some rest now?"
"Are you kidding?" Zoey exclaimed. "How am I supposed to get to
sleep after that? My pulse is racing about a mile a minute and I
think I'm going to be sick."
"You want me to stay awhile? Keep you company?"
"No," Zoey said. She took a deep breath and released it, waving her
off. "No . . . I'm fine. I guess we both should get some sleep, huh?"
"Probably, yeah."
"All right. Good night, Gina."
"Good night, Zoey." Gina started for the door.
"Wait."
Gina turned and looked at the woman standing in front of her. The
professional in her should have seen an assignment, someone to
protect, but the woman in her had taken over for the time being and
what she saw was a beautiful, intelligent, sexual creature that she
very much wanted to hold. She blamed her loss of control on the
emotional strain of the last few minutes but deep down Gina knew
she couldn't have prevented the urges bubbling up within her even
after a long, fitful rest.
"Is something wrong?"
Zoey considered that for a moment then said, in a whisper, and with
some incredulity, "You would have given your life to save mine."
"Yes," Gina said. There was no other answer.
"Why?"
"It's my job."
"But how . . . how do you do it?"
"I don't know, Zoey, " Gina replied with a slight shrug of her
shoulders. "I just do it; I don't think about it."
"My life shouldn't be worth more than yours."
Gina sighed. She couldn't explain to herself much less Zoey her
logic in this matter. It was something she felt, deep down, and did
not question. There were just no words to describe the sense of
honor and service that came from protecting the President's
daughter. But her silence on the issue did nothing to comfort Zoey
and Gina sensed the young woman needed that much more than an
explanation. She thought a moment then folded Zoey into her arms,
running her fingers through matted brown hair as she murmured
wordless reassurances that things would be all right. The face
crushed into her chest looked up at her with an expression that
spoke of innocence and longing at the same time.
The next logical step happened with such ease that Gina could
nothing to prevent it. Perhaps it had been inevitable from the
moment she had looked at Zoey as a woman like her and not an
assignment for her to protect. She couldn't be sure. But no matter
the exact time nor the particular reasons, before Gina had time to
consider the ramifications of her actions she found herself leaning
closer to Zoey then their mouths came crashing together in a hot,
passionate kiss.
In no time at all she was entranced by the taste and feel of Zoey's
lips, so tender and sweet, but willing . . . more than willing . . .
opening to her without hesitation. Their tongues slithered over each
other in mutual need and both of them grunted under the strain.
Hands more confident than Gina ever would have imagined slid
over her waist but stopped just short of fondling her bottom,
something she wouldn't have minded in the least. But even the feel
of them resting on her hips was enough to warm her insides.
Gina could have gone on kissing Zoey all night. But somehow, in
the midst of that raging storm of desire, the professional Secret
Service agent she had once been took over long enough for her to
pull back, though not without a groan of protest from each of them.
She stood there for a long time, fighting for breath . . . fighting for
control. Things never should have gottent this out of hand.
"I'd better go," Gina whispered.
Zoey reached out and touched her cheek. "You don't have to."
"No. But I should."
"Please. Spend the night with me."
Gina took one final stab at resisting temptation then Zoey made the
decision for her, pulling her into a kiss that melted that last of her
resolve. She had no choice now . . . no choice but to see this
through to the end. The wagging tongue passing over hers made
that choice seem more and more reasonable. Her experienced hands
went for the hips she had admired before and she pulled Zoey tight
against her, their bodies grinding together as the kiss deepened ever
more. There was no turning back.
It took little effort to get Zoey out of her tank-top. Gina pulled it
up and lifted it over her head, baring a pair of small,
delicious-looking breasts. She buried her face in Zoey's cleavage,
breathing in the scent of her new lover . . . clean and fresh, like
spring rain falling first thing in the morning. It was divine. Impatient
fingers combed through her hair, urgent, pleading, wanting so much
more. So Gina gave in to their demands, finding a breast and
ravishing it. She moved from one to the other, hunger taking over
where good sense had once reigned. Her lover had small nipples,
like pebbles, and Gina flicked them with her tongue until both of
them had stiffened. Seizing one of those hardened nubs between her
lips, Gina sucked on it until her lover cried out then moved over to
the other one, repeating her actions right down the last stroke. She
continued the tortuous treatment until her lover was whimpering
with need and the scent of womanly arousal began to fill the air.
Her nostrils flared at the first whiff. She had to get at that pussy.
Gina gave Zoey's breast one more playful nip then got down on her
knees, putting her face right in the other woman's crotch. The black
cotton panties Zoey wore could not contain the furnace of desire
burning within much longer, not if the thick musk that greeted her
was any indication. She noticed, upon closer inspection, that the
front of Zoey's panties were soaked and Gina leaned forward . . .
pressing her lips into the moist fabirc. Her lover sighed.
Taking her own sweet time, Gina pulled down Zoey's black cotton
panties like she was unwrapping a birthday present. Her fingers
trembled with excitement as she glimpsed more and more of that
hot, wet slit. She inhaled the fragrant woman-scent, getting high off
the fumes as she rolled the black panties over those slim hips until
at last her lover stood there naked.
Gina stared into the heart of Zoey's womanhood, awestruck. She
had never seen such a beautiful cunt in her life. It was perfect! The
netherlips were thick and opened up like a blossoming rose to
reveal a glimpse of the pink wet interior. She reached out and ran
her fingers through the thick bush of hair that covered Zoey's
mound and Zoey sucked in a sharp, hissing breath in response to
her touch.
"Oh . . . Gina," Zoey rasped.
Though Gina wanted nothing more than to push her face into that
warm, wet place she refused to be rushed. There was more than
enough time for her to get her mouth on that delectable pussy, but
for now she had other plans.
Placing a kiss on Zoey's remarkably flat tummy, Gina pulled herself
to her full height and stood before her naked lover with a look of
determination. She urged Zoey into bed and waited until the other
woman was settled before starting to undress, taking her time,
removing her shoulder holster and radio set and putting them on the
nightstand where she could get at them just case. Even with a
beautiful woman sprawled across the bed, naked, wanting her, the
Secret Service agent within her was still fighting to be heard. She
pulled off her sweatshirt in spite of that inner voice, letting Zoey get
an eyeful of her larger, softer breasts. The look of hunger that
flickered over the younger woman's face made it clear Zoey
couldn't wait to get her mouth on them . . . and Gina couldn't wait
to have Zoey's mouth on her! She gave her lover another moment
to ogle her then unsnapped her black denim jeans and let them fall
to the floor. Her lover whimpered from the bed and Gina smiled.
"You like?"
"Uh *huh*."
Gina laughed and climbed into bed, snuggling up beside her lover,
on her side, head propped up on one elbow. She stared down into
Zoey's eyes for a long time, seeing the warmth there . . . the desire .
. . the affection. It was the combination of those things that sent her
mind reeling and it took her a moment to recover, but when she did
Gina found the wherewithal to bend down and capture Zoey's lips
in a kiss that shamed all others before it. Her lover moaned into the
kiss, needing it so much Gina upped the ante without further ado.
She worked a hand between Zoey's thighs and teased the damp
flesh she discovered there. Zoey arched against her in search of a
firmer touch.
"Yes!" Zoey cried. "Gina . . . yes! Oh please. Fuck me!"
Gina was more than eager to oblige. She sank her fingers into
Zoey's waiting hole, so wet and ready she met no resistance, where
she adopted a frantic pace that had her lover writhing on the bed in
ecstasy. Her fingers danced inside that burning hot pussy, making
crude squishing noises that mixed with Zoey's groans to fill the
room with the sounds of intense, passionate, primal sex. She drove
Zoey to the brink of climax in no time doing her like that, feeling
the young vaginal muscles clenching around her fingers in
pre-orgasmic fits. That was her cue to back off and she eased up
despite Zoey's frustrated grunts, grinning at the impatience her
lover conveyed.
Stealing a kiss that bought her a few minutes grace, Gina scooted
lower down the bed. Once down there Zoey spread for her, inviting
her to explore that tight pussy. Gina wasted no time in accepting
the invitation, putting her face into the thick of it and going down
on that sweet quim like there was no tomorrow. She lapped at
Zoey's cunt like a deer at a mountain stream, unable to slake her
thirst. Her lover had a piquant, zesty taste and Gina couldn't get
enough of it. A river of sweet juices flowed over her lips and she
gulped it down with zeal, pushing Zoey to the edge again in the
process.
"Gina, please!" Zoey begged. "I'm dying here!"
Gina hated to see a woman suffer like that. She spread the slick
netherlips with her fingers, exposing Zoey's clitoris. The little
button was firm and aching to be touched . . . she could just tell.
Leaning even closer, Gina lightly flicked the hard nub. That was
enough to drag a moan across Zoey's lips. She smiled then gave
more of the same, in abundance, lashing Zoey's clit with her tongue
until her lover came with howl of pleasure loud enough to wake the
entire campus. But Gina didn't care. She was to into loving Zoey
now, pressing her lips to that engorged clit and sucking it until her
lover came again.
The sweetest nectar she had ever tasted oozed from that throbbing
slit and Gina made sure to slurp up every last drop before crawling
back up the bed to lay next to her lover once more. She
immediately found herself on the receiving end of a searing kiss,
one that left her gasping for breath.
"I thought I wore you out with that last one," Gina muttered.
Zoey laughed. "Not yet, you didn't. Let me prove it."
Rolling them both over, Zoey began to reciprocate. The kisses that
ensued were soft and sweet, lasting for minutes at a time, each one
making Gina shudder. She ran her hands down Zoey's back in long
strokes, just needing to feel that smooth skin under her fingertips.
Then her lover moved lower to suckle a breast and Gina banged her
head back against the pillow, lost in a haze of pleasure as Zoey
ravished her. The woman had a voracious appetite and moved from
one breast to the other in order to sate it, as she had done, flicking
the nipples, sucking them, just as she had done before. Then Zoey
began nibbling on them, something she *hadn't* done . . . but
something she loved all the same. How did Zoey know that? Gina
stroked hair now damp with sweat, encouraging her lover to do
more.
"Yes . . . that's it, baby. Suck them just like that."
Zoey did just what she asked, feasting on her bosom like it was her
last meal on Earth. That darting pink tongue fluttered over her
nipples and she arched of the bed in the throes of pleasure, pushing
more of her tit into that ravenous mouth. She could feel the tension
building against her mons, and that just from having her breasts
suckled! How she wanted that tongue inside her pussy!
As if reading her mind, Zoey moved down her body with soft,
fleeting kisses, inching closer and closer to her aching cunt. Each
touch of those lips elicited a moan of need then Zoey's lips were
pressed into her mound and Gina thought she was going to
explode. She grabbed a fistful of hair and pushed Zoey's mouth
onto her, unable to wait another second! Her lover went to work at
once, gobbling her up in greedy mouthfuls. Though Zoey's
inexperience showed at times, the woman more than made up for it
with sheer determination. That hot tongue delved into her even
hotter quim, exploring the depths of her, finding those places that
made her wild then attacking them without mercy. Zoey proved a
quick study in the art of licking out a pussy and before long the
tension that had been mounting so rapidly in the pit of her gut had
Gina on the edge of a tremendous climax. She pounded her fists
against the mattress.
"Yes! Yes! Zoey! Oh God!"
Gina reached down to rub her clit but Zoey stopped her before she
could get to it, snaring the hardened nub between soft lips and
sucking it. That was all it took to get her off. Gina arched off the
bed as a surging climax tore through her cunt, ripping her to pieces
and leaving her gasping for breath. The room around her became
nothing but a blur of images, surreal, vague impressions of reality
and then came the sensation of falling . . . falling . . . into the abyss .
. . head spinning . . . ears ringing . . . and in the middle of the
maelstrom there was Zoey's mouth on her cunt, bringing her off
again and again until she was a mass of spent flesh in the middle of
the bed.
In the wake of such tumultuous love making sleep was a given and
the two of them cuddled up together under the covers for some
rest. Gina spooned herself against Zoey's backside and threaded her
arm under the other woman's shoulder, surprised and more than a
little frightened at how natural the embrace seemed. She pressed
her lips to the nape of Zoey's neck and her lover answered by
rubbing that cute little but into her crotch. Both of them giggled.
"Cut that out, " Gina said.
"You started it."
"Did not."
"Did so."
Zoey grunted with mock indignance. "How did I start it?"
"By being so damned irresistible," Gina growled before kissing
Zoey's neck again.
"Mmmm . . . that's nice."
"Yes it is," Gina murmured, reaching around to cup a breast. "But
you need to get some sleep. You have a class in the morning."
"I'd rather make love again."
"Don't you get enough?"
"I don't think I could ever get enough of you," Zoey whispered.
Gina smiled in the darkness. She kissed Zoey once more while still
holding a handful of supple flesh, her caresses becoming more
insistent . . . her lover becoming more impatient. It looked like the
President's daughter was going to miss class tomorrow, and as the
Secret Service agent assigned to protect her Gina Tuscano would
never reveal the reasons for that absence. She was, after all, the
consummate professional.
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