The Senator’s Secret
“I just can’t sit here anymore!” I exclaimed to myself as the walls of my apartment started to close in. Today was The Big Day. Today I found out if I had landed a prestigious internship with Senator James Fuller Chilton, aka the thirty-two-year-old Kid Wonder, aka Mr. Future President, aka Sexiest New Freshman Senator.
I had just graduated from Thomas College with a degree in political science and I was keen to cut my teeth on some real action. I saw myself as a future Chief of Staff and/or Mrs. President to a handsome Mr. President, which given recent developments in politics had often proved to be one and the same role.
I grabbed a parka and headed for Henlow Park to work off my nerves as I waited for the call. Walking through the falling leaves of the park, I was so lost in thought daydreaming about my blazing success of a Washington Future I didn’t hear my phone until it was on its fourth ring.
Fumbling, I grabbed for the call and gave a breathless, “Hi,” into the receiver then cringed at my casualness.
“Sasha Jones?” queried a confident male tone.
I straightened up. “This is she,” I replied as professionally as possible.
“Wonderful,” the voice enthused down the line, “Sasha, terrific. Sasha, this is James Chilton, Senator. You applied for an intern role in my office?”
I nearly dropped the phone. Senator Chilton himself was calling? I pictured the senator from his recent Time cover. Thick, dark-blond hair, square jaw, straight, brown-eyed gaze, and reassuring smile. He looked like a stock image photo for the American Dream. But would you expect less from the scion of one of America’s major political families?
I recovered my poise, “Senator Chilton, thank you for the honor of your call.”
Senator Chilton chuckled down the line, “Oh, Sasha, no need for formalities, especially if we may be working together. And reading your impressive C.V., I would say the honor is mine. Now how are you placed for an interview?”
I struggled to respond to make arrangements for an interview in a few days’ time. Senator Chilton had reviewed by C.V., and that means he had seen my picture. At 5’6, slim, and slightly busty, I was often described as no slouch in the looks department, but someone like James Chilton dates models before settling down with a society beauty. I blushed, glad the Senator couldn’t see me.
Arrangements for an interview were made and Senator Chilton tied things off with a cheerful, “I can’t wait to meet the picture standing before me, Sasha,” and hung up before I could even respond.
I stood in the park looking down at my phone. I had struggled to hold my own just on the phone with the handsome Senator; I knew I had better bring my A game to the interview.
*****
I strode confidently into the offices of Senator Chilton. I had spent the last few days preparing hard for my interview, from reading James’s memoir of his political youth to getting a haircut and a discreet French manicure. In a neat skirt, blouse, and blazer, I looked the part—I hoped.
The receptionist welcomed me with a friendly smile and mentioned I was among the senator’s last appointments for the day and she was on the way out. She gestured to me to sit in the comfortable waiting area, along with one other young person, a guy dressed in an expensive suit whose haircut looked like it cost four times what mine did.
I took a seat on a couch that came with a plate attached saying it had sat in a presidential library before. This was no ordinary freshman senator’s office. The waiting room alone screaming power in the making. I had my first bout of nerves; the Chilton’s stood for the everyman in politics, but as for actually having one as a boss, when I was the daughter of a welder and a nurse, it made me feel a little out of place.
The young guy reached out a hand to me from his equally luxurious seat, “Fletcher John Winslow, of the Pennsylvania Winslow’s, Harvard; you?” he barked at me with a cocky smile.
I sat back in my couch, taken by surprise. Surely people like this didn’t really exist? Apparently so, as Fletcher John Winslow looked back at me expectantly.
Taking his cue, I responded with charm and confidence of my own, “Sasha Anne Jones, of the Michigan Jones, Thomas College.”
Fletcher’s smile faded slightly then returned to a beam as he replied patronizingly, “Ah, lovely, Sasha. It’s so great of James to be…diverse…in his interviewing, to give everyone some practice at interviewing on The Hill.”
My smile remained equally false and bright, “Practice? Well I didn’t expect to come here today just for practice. May the best man or woman win, hey?”
Fletcher dropped my hand and his smile, straightening his suit, “Well of course, but you must know an office like Chilton’s requires a certain type.”
I raised an eyebrow and let Fletcher go on, feeling annoyed a man I admired was even interviewing such a guy as this. Maybe I had read Chilton wrong when I saw him as a blue blood, but one who was hard working and really cared about all his constituents.
“Of course,” continued Fletcher, “our fathers were in a society together; you know how it is,” Fletcher finished with a shrug.
As I was contemplating my response the tall frame of Senator Chilton strode into the room. I let out a slow breath. James was even better in person than on the cover of a magazine. In person he brought sheer presence, he changed the energy of the room just by walking into it. My stomach did somersaults and a fire began in places it really, really shouldn’t when you are about to be interviewed by your potential new boss…and major political figure.
“Fletcher! Sasha!” boomed James with a charming smile. “Thank you for coming. Fletcher, good to see you; how is your father? Wonderful!”
I frowned and looked at my shoes at James engaged Fletcher in mutual acquaintances banter. James announced apologetically to me he would interview Fletcher first and he ushered Fletcher on ahead down a wide hallway decorated with framed photos. I sat on my historic couch feeling both filled with desire and confusion. I wanted this job and I wanted this man; I shouldn’t want him, and it seemed like I might just be a token glancing presence in his life after all.
As all these thoughts tumbled through my head, I looked up to see Fletcher striding confidently ahead of James and James’s broad back turning to me to deliver a slow, confiding and mocking wink in Fletcher’s direction.
Maybe I would be more than a token interview after all.
An age seemed to pass before James and Fletcher emerged back into the room, all jokey, boys-together smiles. James gave a smiley farewell to Fletcher and then turned to me with a relieved look, “Well, Sasha, this is just between us but that was just a painful obligation interview I had to do; family friend, you know how it is.”
He looked at me expectantly, as if I was intimately familiar with providing interviews under obligation to the children of your father’s secret society friend.
“Of course,” I replied with confidence. “Networking is what runs Washington, isn’t it?”
James laughed and gestured for me to follow him through to his office, “Clever girl; I knew I liked your application. It’s all about who you know, not what you know…although in the case of our Fletcher you do need to know a little something to go with the who you know.”
James turned to wink to me again, and my heart skipped a beat. Being included in private banter with him, with a senator, the kind that shouldn’t be repeated, instantly made me feel special and included. Part of the club. The in crowd. As if I was worthy of maybe one day being a Washington insider and already assumed as someone who had a grasp of the ropes, the game that needed to be played.
James strode into his office, tossing off a comment to me, “And this is where the magic happens—policy and otherwise.”
I swallowed hard. Otherwise? Exactly what kind of magic was Senator Chilton creating in his office?
I played it safe and responded neutrally, “Good policy can produce magic for its constituents, and it can change lives.”
James grinned wickedly at me, “Oh come now, Sasha; let’s not play that role, that polite talk. We both know what work we are here to do. I take my work seriously and your studies show you do too. I don’t need to know your thoughts on policy; I can see from your application you have that down.”
Confusion ran through me, and my thinking skills were not aided by the distracting handsomeness of James, nor his inviting presence, as if he were inviting me into confession.
I watched him warily, not wanting to blow my big chance and say something out of turn, “Well, yes, Senator, we all know what we are here trying to do; what is it you are looking for in an applicant, other than the usual, cookie-cutter responses then?”
James eyes raked over me, taking in my neat, conservative outfit, curvy body, and what I hoped was not the visible effects of my desire. My nipples felt hard being around such an intoxicating combination of power, personality, charm, and looks. Thank god for padded bras to hide what was certainly the firm points of desire. I shifted awkwardly in my seat, as if it would make the desire in me shift away and enable me to focus.
“Well, Sasha,” James drawled casually, but with power behind his eyes, “what I want is to hire someone with fire inside of them. Who is tough and resilient. Policy can be taught; politics can be learned from a book like you did in college. But fire…now that can’t be given. You’ve got it or you don’t. You grew up tough, you are tough, and this is a tough town.”
I felt proud at James’s words. I had worked hard to get to where I was and it was rewarding that someone in a born-to-it position recognized that—and wanted me on his team.
“Thank you, Senator,” I began before James cut me off.
“Sasha!” he laughed. “Senator is what a reporter calls me; please call me James.”
Our eyes locked and I saw my desire mirrored in his eyes. I knew in that moment I wasn’t imagining the air of sexual tension between us nor the flirtation behind James’s words. I felt taken aback; what was a senator doing flirting with me? James may be single, but intern relationships had blown up in more than one politician’s face and I was sure they were off limits these days…not that I would say no to a man like that wanting to teach me politics in an intimate way.
Recovering slightly, I flirted back, “James: that has a friendlier touch.”
James grinned back at me, leaning back in his seat and throwing an arm casually over the back of the chair. His open body language to my hungry eyes appeared to be saying, ‘Here I am, come and get it.’
James spoke, “Friendly touch, hey? I like to be keep on good terms with my interns…especially the ones who are special.”
I smiled back slowly, with lust, “I’m special, am I? And why do you say that, James?”
James leaned forward now, his eyes looking me over again appreciatively, “Oh, you want me to flatter you, do you, Sasha? It’s simple really: I was handed a pile of the most qualified candidates and your application was ranked number one. I like winners. I also like cute application photos. I looked at your picture and I could see us finishing off a tough day with that cute face looking up at me as I was on top of you.”
I laughed outright at the ballsiness of it and replied teasingly, “I thought this kind of thing didn’t happen anymore! Aren’t you supposed to date models to get that stuff out of your system before settling down with a society bride to be Future First Lady?”
James feigned offence, “Hey! I like to mix up the wild oats I’m sowing, and it’s always been a fantasy of mine to be with an intern, especially one who is clever and smart. Can you blame a guy for trying and taking the risk? And who is to say you are just a ‘blowing off steam’ idea?”
I frowned. It hadn’t occurred to me the fantasy of the Senator and intern cut both ways. I made up my mind on the spot, under the force of James’s desiring gaze. I wasn’t going to let my fantasy pass me by…whatever the consequences. We could keep this quiet, couldn’t we?
“Well, James,” I grinned lustily, “consider me sold on the job of your intern fantasy. When do I start work?”
James unfolded his tall, strong frame from the couch and moved to stand over me, he reached down to cup my face and draw me into a long, deep, fierce kiss—a kiss that sent lust flaming through my body.
He pulled back and grinned wickedly at me, “Work starts now.”
James pulled me up from the couch and kissed me again, murmuring into my mouth, “I’ve seen a lot of interns, but you are the first one I’ve wanted to cross the line for.”
I groaned softly as James’s mouth moved to nibble on my neck, sending spasms of pleasure through my body. My hands wrapped around him, exploring his strong muscles and solid body. His fine, expensive suit felt silky beneath my fingers as I ran my hands over his chest. The opulence of the office, the solid oak desk, gold drapes and bookcases with heavy tomes, aroused me further; I had never done it outside a bedroom or dorm room before.
I pulled back from James’s seeking mouth to slowly, teasingly undo his Hermes tie, speaking as I did, “Well, Senator, I’m feeling we are about to leave that line right behind us. I’ll be your naughty intern…so long as this stays between us.”
James spoke, “Oh, it’s back to Senator, is it?”
I smiled back, “If I’m your intern, you’re my senator.”
James laughed, “Fair call, baby.”
James reached for blazer and slid it off my shoulders as I dropped his tie on the floor like it was from K-Mart. Together, we began to undress each other, his hands on the buttons of my blouse, mine on his suit jacket, his shirt.
James grinned with desire at me, “Have you ever had a naked interview before?”
I laughed as I peeled his shirt off, exposing a muscled chest that made my breath catch, “It’s my first time; go easy.”
He pulled me in close, pulling away my blouse and freeing my beasts to the air and his gaze.
“Well,” he began as his hands began to feel my breasts and reach around to unclasp my bra, “I have plenty of experience in being bad and crossing lines; I’m perfectly good at it. You’re in safe hands—talented ones too.”
Excitement rose in me at James’s cockiness, his complete and utter disregard for what was right and proper. What kind of man lured an intern in to seduce her? A man who didn’t give a damn, and that was damn sexy. On my part, I may have worked hard in college but there was the hint of a bad girl wanting to come out, which I had held in check in college, feeling I couldn’t quite cut loose the way other kids with safety nets did. Now it was time to do something for me.
I snapped to as James succeeded in freeing my breasts with one, easy hand as the other one unzipped my skirt. God, did I want more. Impatient, I helped him push my skirt down, leaving me standing in front of my new boss in stockings, panties, and otherwise quite naked.
“Oh yes,” James breathed, his eyes taking me in. “Consider yourself well and truly hired as my fantasy intern.”
I tossed my hair back and grinned, “Now for your turn, Senator; show me what you have to offer as my boss.”
James smiled with easy charm and confidence—a man who knew he had the goods. He slipped his suit pants down and tossed them onto the pile of clothes heaped on the luxurious rug. “I love it when you talk dirty to me, intern.”
My breath caught and lust consumed me as James stood before me: naked, confident, cocky. His cock drew my immediate eye. Thick, large, and jutting out, I couldn’t wait to have him inside me, taking me. Tall, muscled, and strong, his body was bronzed from weekend sports and looked like it would firmly hold me in place and teach me.
James took me in his arms, running his hands over my ass and up between my legs where wetness was soaking through my panties, “Do you like what you see, intern? Mmm? Do you accept the job?”
I reached up and kissed him on the mouth firmly, “Yes, I do; you have my vote, Senator.”
“Excellent,” James responded, pulling me over to his large, oak desk, “I just need to check your credentials.”
He pulled my panties off with one hand and bent me over his desk with another, standing behind me. I was naked except for my heels, naked with my senator boss in his opulent office in a secret moment of fantasy turned reality.
James ran his hands over my body, reaching around to feel my breasts, twisting my nipples, running a hand between my legs to make me cry out with want. He cupped my ass and pushed his hardness against me, showing me what he had to give me. I tried to reach around for him, but he blocked me, continuing to tease me and keep me at his mercy.
He spoke in a voice heavy with lust, “I won’t hold back, Sasha,” he warned. “When I see what I want, I take it and own it completely.”
Drunk on desire, I could only moan my assent as his hand worked between my legs to make me ready for him, his strong long lean fingers up inside me, pleasuring me to the point wetness trickled down my thigh. I felt embarrassed at how much I wanted it, but James didn’t let me pull back from his insistent hand; he made me feel the pleasure he was giving me, not run from it. It was what I needed, had wanted to experience after fumbles with college boys that left me frustrated.
James shifted behind me and moved my legs apart with his, his ankles locking around mine. With one hand in the middle of my back, he pushed me down onto the desk; with the other, he pushed me open and pushed his cock up inside me. He took me in one, powerful, confident thrust, his cock shoving up inside me and filling me, stretching me. A firework of pleasure exploded inside me as he took me up a level from our playful foreplay into getting serious.
James crooned to me as he began to stroke his cock slowly and decisively in and out of me, “You’ve always wanted to be a bad girl, haven’t you?”
I gasped in pleasure as his cock moved in and out of me teasingly after his initial powerful taking of me, “Please.”
I felt James shake his head, “Please isn’t good enough; tell me you need it.”
I moaned and tried to push back on his cock for him to take me harder, but he thwarted me with a hand on my hip to remain in control.
I gave into his demands, “I need it…Senator…please take me.”
James nodded, “I thought so, do you want it slow, baby, just like this?”
And he rocked his cock in and out of me slowly, moaning, “Oh, baby,” as he took his pleasure and teased mine, pushing in right up high inside me, filling me and pulling to the edge of leaving me, leaving me feeling empty and pushing back in search of him, wanting to stay filled by him.
“Yes,” I moaned in desire as he began to stroke in and out of me harder, thrusting in and out, in and out the way I needed it.
James hands explored me as he fucked me, while I held myself bent over his desk. His hands sought my breasts, worked my nipples, ran over the curves of my ass, wound my hair around his fist and pulled. I could barely concentrate on all the sensation in my body from the member impaling me in the center of my body to the pleasure points his roaming hands were hitting.
My mind went miles away, lost in pleasure as we found a steady rhythm of coming together, in and out. James’s balls lightly thwacked against my body as our moans rose and fell together in a song of pleasure and wanting more and holding back to make the moment last. Our bodies fit together, him covering me from behind and mine curving to his.
“Oh yes, intern,” James groaned as my body sent pleasure running through him, relieving him of the stress of his day.
His hands wound again around my hair, the tightness of his grip signaling the growing waves of his own desire as he began to slip in his control of his cock taking my wet hole. The tension through my head sent pleasure down to the tips of my fingers and the end of my toes. “God, where has this man been all my life,” I thought as I felt my own pleasure building to the edge of desire.
I gasped out in lust and shock as James took me by the hips and began to work his body with mine, hard, fiercely, with driving passion. He held me tight and slammed his cock in and out of me, over and over, working me with it as I struggled at first to match him. My body found his and together we began to move to the pursuit of the edge of pleasure, of release so close. I let out a sigh of ecstasy as my climax approached as James shifted a hand around and began to rub my clit while his other hand steadied me to take the hard pounding he was giving. I arched my back as he encouraged me towards climax, his fingers and cock forcing me over the edge until sparks clouded my vision as I came hard. As my orgasm ended, James furiously took me, letting go of control completely and taking me hard until he dove over the edge of his own desire and came up inside me ,hard and long, with a groan of pleasurable release.
He collapsed back into his wide chair and reached for me, pulling me off the desk and into his arms. We sat quietly for a moment. James kissed me slowly, with only the embers of the desire he had showed before. He was satisfied.
James hugged me tightly and spoke, “That was everything I had longed for and more; do you think you want the job of intern by day, lover by night?”
I considered for a moment, the seriousness of the moment now taking over me. What was I doing? I had just had sex with my boss! And in a set up that could bring scandal on both of us. It was a lot to take in; how could I be James’s secret, intern lover? It was risking my career and more. I stayed quiet, thinking quickly.
I spoke tentatively, “Maybe we should leave this as a one off, James; chalk it up to a fantasy fulfilled and leave it at that. This could bring ruin to both of us to continue.”
James was moodily silent before finally speaking, “If that’s how you feel, Sasha. Personally I’ve never been one to let the rules dictate my personal life. But if that’s how you feel. Maybe I read you wrong. You broke the rules of your upbringing to succeed; I thought you might be one to bend the rules in relationships for the right person.”
I felt his hurt, but my own self-protection had kicked in. This was a bad idea. I slipped off his lap and quickly dressed while James remained naked and defiant behind his desk, powerful and desirable. But not a man I could have again if I knew what was good for me.
I departed with an apology, “I’m sorry, James; I’m sure this is not a good idea to continue. I’ll interview with some other senators and we can just pretend like this never happened. Goodbye.”
James said nothing as I left the room and let myself out of his office, wondering if I had just made the smartest decision of my life or the worst mistake.
*****
Several weeks later, I gritted my teeth as I fetched some coffee for the office. I had secured another internship, but far from working on policy like I could have in a small office like James’s, I was consigned to the bottom of the heap in my new role.
After walking away from James’s offer of intern-slash-lover, I was quickly assured I was making the right decision when I was snapped up for another prestigious internship with an established senator. Alison Kramer had been in politics for twenty-five years and was known for her ice-queen style and slightly scandal-tinged history. She was noted for never having met a lobbyist she didn’t like. To my idealistic dismay, she was keen on the payback and favors of Washington. With a bigger office and role, she had a whole team of interns, all of whom had made it clear to me I was only good enough to be the coffee fetcher and lackey.
Even worse, I had to work with the odious Fletcher, whom I had interviewed with alongside James. Unfortunately, unlike James, Alison thought the sun shone out Fletcher’s over-privileged butt. She couldn’t get enough of him or his connections, making me long to tell James about it and see him laugh and wink. Working in Alison’s prestigious office over James’s showed me there was more than one way to have wealth and power. Unfortunately, my bad choices had landed me in the office that did it the wrong way.
Standing in line for the coffee, I cursed myself out again for having fallen for the charms of one Senator James Chilton. I should never have given in to his flirting and his fantasy; I should have played dumb and just secured a proper internship with him and let some other intern bunny be the one to fulfill his fantasy. What I should have done had been consuming my thoughts ever since I had walked away and found myself interviewing with politicians whose views I liked a whole lot less.
I sighed as my turn came to order. I tried to cheer myself up; I had been feeling moody lately over everything. At least I have an internship, even if it isn’t perfect. At least I have my health. At least it wasn’t raining today. At least I wasn’t homeless. I knew when I got down to being grateful to be breathing, I was getting desperate.
I returned to the office loaded with coffee and began distributing it to my fellow interns, trying to be cheerful and ignore the comments that I made the perfect waitress, given my background.
Dropping a soy mocha latte (trust him to have a stupid drink) on Fletcher’s desk, I gave him a stony look, waiting for the caustic comment. Fletcher had marched up to me on day one of our internship with Senator Kramer and asked me why to explain why a) I had been hired over him by James and b) I had turned it down.
I had been taken aback at first, then grateful James had put out the story I was offered the role and turned it down, not that I wasn’t chosen. That little kindness made me question my increasing hardness in how I was judging him with the passage of time. Maybe he wasn’t the all bad, power-hungry man I had built him up in my mind to be. I had stumbled over my response to Fletcher, making something up about wanting to be in a large office, like Senator Kramer’s. All of this history between Fletcher and I, so very recent yet already so very toxic.
Fletcher looked up at me with a smirk, “Thanks, office waitress. Say, did you hear the latest about James Chilton?”
My heart skipped a beat; Fletcher appeared to have picked up on my interest in James and he sure exploited it.
“No,” I said, my voice catching, “I haven’t. Why don’t you enlighten me, Fletcher?”
Fletcher leaned back in his chair and grinned, “James is dating May Dallenger, you know, the Instagram model?”
My heart sunk. May was the it girl of the moment. Casual, cool, fashionable, and a stick figure. Involuntarily, I pictured James and I naked and my body transforming into May’s and him looking happier for it. I may have been the one who walked away, but it was in both our best interests. That didn’t mean it didn’t burn.
“Thanks, Fletcher; you are always very helpful,” I replied sarcastically, spinning on my heel and walking away from the smirking, pain in the ass.
A couple more weeks passed like this and I was so busy, I began to lose that health I had counted as one of my few blessings. I was hungry and gained a little weight, but then the donuts were tempting when getting coffee. I felt sick before work, but who wouldn’t, going to a job with a boss who would sell her vote to anyone? Not to mention my awful fellow interns and their teasing. My boobs felt sensitive and sore, which I chalked up to being aroused; I hadn’t been with anyone since James and maybe my body was telling me it was time. Come to think of it, I hadn’t been with anyone for a long time before James. Maybe the changes in my body were my body saying hey, stop making us a desert here.
It was when I missed my period for the second time I knew something was up. Something being a potential life inside me. I gasped when I realized the date and how late I was…and what that could mean. I had run from James’s office in order to save our careers; now it looked like I wouldn’t have choice on whether there would be a scandal or not. A pregnant intern—that’s just what a freshman senator wants! Pregnant to a politician, unwed and a recent college grad: perfect for my career!
Sitting at home before work, I put my head in my hands. A surprise pregnancy is hard; a surprise pregnancy on your own even worse. A surprise pregnancy you need to hide from an entire industry, even worse than that. I ran through my options in my head. Abortion? Not for me, no way. Tell James?
This wasn’t just the last thing I needed: It was the last thing James needed. I had been following his career; aside from the love-life updates from Fletcher, he was forging ahead with a great new policy around social security that would make life fairer for the kind of people I had grown up with. It was unpopular with conservatives and the media and his political enemies were trying to pin anything on him. His sex life he had been able to laugh off as the rakish, young, single man, but a pregnant intern was another matter altogether. I couldn’t let my mistake ruin the career of a man I knew could do good things. No, there was only one answer.
I headed into work and went straight to Senator Kramer’s office and handed in my resignation and told her politics was not for me and I was leaving The Hill. She accepted, then asked to be reminded of my name. I certainly wouldn’t be missed. I dodged Fletcher on the way out and made a beeline for home, preparing to hole up and hide myself until the baby was born and I had made some kind of plan for my future. Thankfully I had a small amount of savings from working hard, but it would be tough. I refused to entertain the idea of asking James for support; I was sure if he knew about the baby, he wouldn’t agree to keep it a secret for his career’s sake; he’d blow his career for it. I wouldn’t let that happen. He would never know, and one day his child would understand it was for the right reasons.
A couple of months passed by in a blur. I took up knitting to save money and made some darling little booties and hats while picking up baby clothes from discount shops. I read every book available on babies and tried to avoid the online Mommy Wars. I also started to avoid other people as I began to show with a small, round bump. I was proud of my bump and I wasn’t ashamed. We were two people that felt desire for each other and sex was natural. We had been consenting adults. But the guilt trips from strangers over my obvious lack of wedding ring and husband weighed on me. I worried about what kind of life I was bringing my child into, how he or she would be judged just like I was judged by my ‘betters’.
Curled up at home knitting and watching bad, daytime talk shows, I was surprised to hear the doorbell ring. This was the kind of apartment block where you politely pretended not to co-exist. And it wasn’t like I could afford online shopping so I was surprised me doorbell even worked.
Heaving myself awkwardly out of my chair, I walked heavily to the door, pulling it open to reveal none other than the father of my child, Senator James Chilton.
“Sasha!” he greeted me with cheerful relief. “I heard you left and I had to come and find you and persuade you to return to politics; you’re too good to be lost to it over the indignity of Kramer’s office.”
I didn’t reply and waited for his eyes to shift off my face. A second after the words had left James’s mouth he took in all of me—all of me—and he came to rest on the basketball-sized, very visible bump under my dress.
“Oh,” he said, lost for words.
“Oh indeed,” I replied weakly, placing a hand protectively over my belly.
James recovered, looking at my belly and up to my apprehensive face and he spoke with kindness. “Is this why you fled The Hill? Sasha, a baby is not a life sentence; we can work this out. If your baby’s father won’t step up, I will. You can have baby, career, and love.”
I broke into a smile at James’s despairing, hopeful face. Not being able to hold back any longer, “James, this baby is yours.”
I cupped my belly and shyly looked up at him, unsure. James’s face broke out into a huge, handsome grin and he took me in his arms and put a strong hand on my stomach. He drew me in for a warm kiss. Pulling away, he kept his face near mine, our noses almost touching and his smile said it all.
“Sasha,” he said, “I was hoping that the baby was mine, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up and presume.”
“Well,” I replied, “if you want to step up, it’s your baby you are stepping up to. I wanted to hide to protect you, but I guess now you know.”
James looked serious, “Honey my career doesn’t come before love or my principles. I’m not the Alison Kramer’s or Fletcher’s of the world. I fell in love with your application then with you; I thought we were on the same page about lines being silly. I was wrong to not recognize you didn’t feel I was in a position to take that risk, or that I didn’t convey I could handle any blowback. But I’m here now, and trust me, everything will be fine. I’ll make it so. There is no one else in my life but you.”
I smiled with relief and leaned into his strong embrace. No longer a secret baby on the way, but a baby between two people in love, finding their way, whatever challenges the scandal may throw up. I took James by the hand and led him inside.
*****
I took James into my small yet comfortable bedroom. Our faces met and we kissed, kept slightly apart by my swelling belly.
There was less fire and ripping clothes off than last time. This was a mature, calm, warm burn. My body felt inflamed with desire. Pregnancy had altered my body and hormones and made me lust after a strong, protective man. The changes in my body aroused me. My breasts were huge and sensitive and ached to be touched, my nipples tender. My bottom had blown out into curvaceous, round mounds, longing to be squeezed by firm fingers. My belly was round and hard and the weight of the baby sat low, squeezing my private parts. I felt like I both needed to go the bathroom and to orgasm.
I arched my back as James kissed me. The tension I carried in my back was eased as James walked me over to my bed and pushed aside the pillows, carefully helping my unwieldy body to lie down. James stood, looking down at me as I lay flustered with my dress hiked up and my belly heaving.
He spoke, “You are so beautiful right now. Beautiful in a different way to how you were in my office.”
I glowed and replied, “You are even more handsome to me as the father of my child.”
James grinned and moved onto the bed, careful not to bump me. He was trying to be so careful around me, as if I could break and he had to treat me like a delicate china cup lest his baby be bumped.
I reached for him and pulled him into a firm embrace, “It’s okay, James, I won’t break. You can touch me; don’t be afraid.”
“God you’re so round,” James sighed as his hands, tentative at first, explored my body. “I love it.”
His hands went straight to my belly. He ran his hands over my roundness, lightly at first, then firmer as he grew confident when he looked at me in query and I nodded encouragement. Smiling, he cupped my belly at all angles, exploring the tautness of the skin. A hand found its way to my full, soft breasts and I reached down to touch his hardness.
“Oh!” I gasped as the baby began to move inside me.
I grabbed James’s hand and placed it firmly on my stomach where I felt the tumble and kick. “See!” I said excitedly. “Feel that! That’s our baby!”
“Wow!” exclaimed James as our hands held over the furry of kicks, causing a look of wonder on his face.
“Sasha,” James said lustily, “I want you…I want to have you while you carry our baby, and every day after.”
I reached for my senator and kissed him passionately, “I want you too,” I replied with desire.
James helped me out of my dress, as he had helped me out of my clothes before. But slowly this time, awkward over my large stomach. I was more impatient with James’s obstructions to me getting to his body. I had been living in this body for months, I felt comfortable and confident in expressing my desire. I helped yank off James’s clothes and soon we were naked and flushed together, lying in each other’s arms kissing and touching.
James pushed a hand between my legs, struggling a moment to find the best way around my new body. Kissing me, his fingers found where they remembered. I was wet and wanting, so long untouched. His fingers found me and explored me, looking for new sensations and changes as my hands made for his thick cock. I wanted to feel inside me what I remembered so vividly, what had given me pleasure like I hadn’t had before.
“I’m ready,” I murmured into his mouth, reaching again for him, urgently wanting him to relieve the built up ache inside me.
“Are you sure?” James asked with tender concern.
The cocky, brazen lover of the office had been replaced by a tender, considerate lover. I loved both equally, wanted both equally. I needed to guide James into finding his style in the new context of my swelling stomach and tender breasts.
I turned on my side and motioned for James to spoon me, “We can do it like this,” I said with direction.
James kissed my neck and ears and moved into position behind me. My body heavy and awkward, his strong and muscled. Soft and taut, strong and firm. We found our fit and James brought his cock to the entrance of me and pushed in with a firm, seeking thrust. I moaned and grabbed his hands and brought them to my swollen breasts; they just needed to be touched.
“That’s it, Sasha,” James whispered in my ears, “feel your senator giving you what you need, filling that ache.”
I moaned and pushed back on him, my rounder ass pushing softness against him that caused him to cry out in pleasure at the sensations of my changed body. We found our rhythm, a new rhythm, and began to make love. His thick cock stroked in and out of me, taking and giving pleasure. I thrilled to the familiar feel of being filled, being stretched. I felt filled over all, with swollen breasts, belly, and ass, and a swollen member inside of me.
James rocked his body back and forth with mine, thrusting his cock in and out of me steadily. Not teasing this time, but giving. Giving to me a release from the ache of desire and for him the release of built up frustration over missing me. He kissed me throughout, on my shoulders, my back, my neck, my ears. It sent shivers up and down my spine and into parts of me that hadn’t felt that way months ago in his office. Everything had changed in my body; it was like having sex for the first time, but with someone whose body I knew.
Our cries of pleasure mingled together in the air. He gripped me tighter, his hand firmly across my belly as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, taking me firmer, harder. I cried out in pleasure, enjoying it, comfortable in myself and my secret pregnancy. He took me over and over, growing in confidence at my evident pleasure.
He cried into my ear, “I can’t wait any longer…I have to.”
And he reached around, reached beneath my roundness to my private space. His fingers found my clit and began to rub it like he had discovered how back in his office. He plunged his cock in and out of me as he insistently rubbed me to climax, causing me to buck back against him heavily and cry out in long-denied pleasure.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as he felt the pleasure run through me.
He took me then, hard, wanting, with determination for his own release. His cock thrusted in and out, in and out until he gripped me tight to him, one hand on my breast, one on my hip, and he released into me, released what months ago had put a secret baby in me. The joy from him was obvious, from his groan of satisfaction to the pleasure I felt course through his body.
He shifted his body out of mine and I sat up to turn around to face him. Every movement was a new one, compared to before. No longer was I a limber, young thing who could flip around to face a lover. We snuggled in bed, looking at each other. My belly sat between us and James stroked it softly, hoping to feel a kick again from his baby.
He stroked my roundness as he spoke. “You don’t need to keep this a secret, Sasha. This is our baby and the baby was made when two people connected. There is nothing wrong with that.”
I shut my eyes for a moment, the pain of the last lonely few months returning, “James, you say that from a position of power and wealth. People may forgive your scandals. I thought it was best to stay quiet to protect your career as well as mine. But staying with me and committing to this baby is quite different.”
James raised an eyebrow and looked puzzled, “How so?”
I sighed and grabbed his hand to put on my belly, “Well, I’m not your kind. You’re a senator, I am the daughter of a welder and nurse. Ivy League versus community college. You’re meant to date models and then wind up with a society beauty who is classy and perfect by your side.”
James laughed and my feelings felt injured, “Oh, Sasha, that may be the way for some in my world, but not for me. My parents have one of those kinds of marriages and they are miserable. I never wanted that for myself, some trophy wife and fake marriage. I’ll date whom I want, thank you, and that someone is you.”
Joy and relief flooded through me, everything I had been holding back. This was more than a fantasy realized, this was a life becoming real. A baby. A lover. A life together. A secret no more.
James moved down the bed and kissed my belly and looked up at me, “Sasha, will you marry me?”
Taken back by his question, my heart soared, “Yes, James, of course I will!”
James grinned and dropped kisses all over my round belly, where our baby lay curled up inside, safe in the knowledge it was a secret no longer.
I pulled James up to me for a lingering kiss, before breaking off, “It’s a boy.”
James smiled, ecstatic. “A mini me! You can have the next mini me, a girl.”
I laughed, taken aback, “Are you planning baby two before we have even married or seen the arrival of number one?”
James laughed wickedly, “Hey, I’m a politician, I have big plans and I plan ahead. First stop, senator, next stop, the White House. First stop, a mini me for me, next one for you, and the third one can be for the nation.”
I laughed and kissed my man, knowing all was going to be right in the world for the three of us.
THE END