The Fern Tender (12 page)

     She continued, “I need to explain one last part of the wheel and then I’ll leave you to it. The wheel will not just stop. It will stop on two of the world’s religious figures. It could be a god or goddess, two men from your biblical stories or two women or a man and a woman, maybe the same from the Koran, maybe two figures from different religions. These two names will correspond to two people in the world today, and they will be tasked with rebuilding what your men have destroyed. That means, believe it or not, that we could have a Zeus or a Judas or a even a Mary Magdalen running things. So, take it or leave it. You’ll need to build a plan to save as many people as you possibly can, and I’m happy to work with you on that. It’s up to you.”

     The President fidgeted with one of his gold cuff links, and suddenly it fell to floor. He let the silence linger as he focused all his attention on finding the fumbled jewelry. Once located he popped his head back up from under the desk and replied, “Thank you for your time Lillian. Once the mid terms are over later this year maybe we can sit and do an outline of a plan. Now, I need to get to another meeting.”

     Closing her eyes, she nodded her head and uttered a firm, “God help you.” She couldn’t believe she even said such a thing, she’d never invoked God in her conversations, but it just came out and she let it lie.

     “Thank you again Lillian,” and he led her out the door to the Secret Service man.

     She waited for the President to turn and leave, then asked the man, “Would you mind walking me to my car?”

     “Sure. Yes Ma’am.” He replied.

     Ready to change the subject she inhaled his masculine scent and let a jolt of excitement ran through her loins. Her stress receding, her plan for him began to take shape.  The thrill of the chase was no substitute for real intimacy, but it was a good distraction. The bulky guard would have to stand in as her stress reliever for now.

      “So have you ever shot anyone?” she asked him confidently. “Actually, let me start that again, I’m Lillian, what’s your name and have you ever used that gun on someone?”

     They kept up a quick pace, now alone and walking through the rows of cars in the parking garage he answered, “I’m Cody, and no ma’am I have not shot anyone with this gun.”

     She left it there for a moment, letting the silence grow into an uncomfortable void. Then took her hair out of her braid and rocked her head back in a show of playful casualness. Still not answering, she then knelt and adjusted the the strap on her sandal. She let her skirt flow back against her thigh. The slight breeze that found its way into the building lapped at the edges of the dress fluttering the fabric across her legs. She cocked her head and looked up at him from the corner of her eye. Hoping to catch him looking, she did. With just a couple of well-placed moves she was getting to him.

     He couldn’t stand it any longer. The silence was weird. He had to fill it, so he responded, “I have shot someone with a different gun though.”

     “Really, that sounds dangerous. Did she like it?” Lillian quipped.

     Surprised, he flushed and embarrassingly responded  “Excuse me ma’am. I mean I have shot a bad guy with an Special Forces issued AR15 in the Middle East, not with this pistol.”

     “Oh, I see I thought you were coming onto me.” She quipped and stared back at him. She corrected him and stared at him.

     With all his secret service training she was still confusing him. He wasn’t sure what was happening. Was he being inappropriate without realizing it? Or was she coming on to him?

     Her beauty and wit were something he had not encountered before, and he wasn’t sure where to take things from here. For a split second he thought about using his other special forces training, get in and get out. But quickly threw that aside and decided to be professional.

     Unsure of everything now he asked, “Is your car near here Lillian?”

     She offered only a short, “Yes.” She had him where she wanted him. Confident things were headed in the right direction. She let her mind wander and thought of his size and ability. Confident she had him where she wanted him, she let her mind begin to wander a bit and thought briefly about his size and ability. 

     Starting the next volley she snapped, “Well, you’re not doing your job very well.”

     “Why is that ma’am?” he asked. She was really getting to him.

     Responding in a matter of fact tone, she answered “You never frisked me before we left. All this talk about guns and your sex life, and you’ve been ignoring the basics of your job. You are not being very good at the service part of secret service.”

     “I assumed you had already been searched for weapons on your way in ma’am.” His brain was swimming now.

     Doubt began to creep in, maybe I should search her he thought. This walk to her car was turning into a nightmare for him. He should have politely declined and asked Jim to walk her instead of asking him to sit in for his watch in the corridor of the President’s wing.

     “You assumed?” She asked, then again let the question hang in the air for a moment. Then changed the subject, “Do you think there are video cameras in here? Like is there some fat little security man munching on cheetos watching us right now? Nevermind. I know the answer to that. I guess the cameras can't see into cars though. What do you think?”

     His eyes were shifting back and forth forcing his brain to try and keep up with wherever she was going. He never answered her question. He was distracted with her pace and now whether or not she might be armed.

     “Ma’am I’ll need to search you.” He stated in a professional tone.

     “Ok. Great. You think I have a weapon now just because I’m joking? Whatever. This is my car.” She clicked her key and the alarm shut off. Then in a quick move she opened the back door, threw her bag in and laid across the back seat with her backside up in the air. “OK, search away. Is this the position I need to be in?”

      He felt like he had been dropped into a labyrinth. She was sexually harassing him now with both her words and her beauty. He thought briefly of his girlfriend and tried to keep her image in his head to stave off his desire of having Lillian right here right now, but it was impossible. She was bent over her back seat, her skirt riding over the crook of her ass then bunching up into a pool clothing at the small of her back. Her golden hair grazing the car seat, her wonderful body ready for the taking, her pink underwear popping out at him, mocking him.

     Tired of being in the labyrinth and being treated like a child he decided to take control of the situation. He felt like diving straight in and plowing his cock straight into her without ever saying anything. Wisely though he stopped the thought and steadied himself. But wisely keeping her stealth of confusion in mind he stopped the whole scene for a minute.

     “OK. Lillian do you want me to fuck you? I need your answer before anything else happens here.”

     She was taken back by his sudden assertiveness. There was only one answer she could give, in order to get what she wanted. If she said no, she knew a man of his training and integrity would stop. But if she said yes, it might ruin her power. The idea of using her power to become powerless was the draw for her.

     “I’ve been bad, I know. I need to be searched everywhere. Is that a sufficient answer?” She asked.

     “If you are complying with my request to search you in private, in your car, and to search you wherever I deem necessary, then yes.” He stated.

     In a split second she could feel the cold steel handcuffs around her wrists. Clamping into her flesh. Her hands were now tied behind her back. He kept his pants on and began to play with her. Touching her ass, then rubbing her bulging sex. Running his fingers over her shoulders he pulled the straps of her dress down leaving her sundress to encircle her torso. He popped her bra off and cupped her breasts, twisting her stiff nipples. Using his strong hands he kept up a frantic pace letting himself feel her whole body. Stopping on her ass he began to edge her panties down. He slowly worked them down to her knees.

     With her hands cuffed and her panties restricting her legs, Lillian kept her shoulder wedged into the back seat of the car to support the rest of her body. “Lick my pussy boy!” she called out to him.

     “What?” He shot back.

     “Lick my pussy. I want you to lick my pussy. Do it. Is that clear?” She answered.   

     He couldn’t believe her boldness but he complied. He obeyed her almost as if he was under a spell.

     She felt his tongue land squarely in the fold of her sex. He could taste the salt from her sweat mixing with the viscous fluid he had generated for her starting at the President’s office. She had been leaking out of herself ever since she saw him and now he was drinking her up. He was reclaiming all of her wetness that was rightfully his. She was generously sharing it all with him.

     The feeling of being captured juxtaposed with the deep satisfaction of getting her way with him only pumped more of her across his tongue and into his mouth. Winning full control over someone who is always in control, gave her a rush. She was cumming hard and frequently when she felt him stop and his pants drop. The welcome sound signaled his hard cock was on the way. 

     “Hold on.” She heard him say under his breath.

      Then with one thrust she felt him enter her. He slid in with ease, too much ease.

      She began to realize he was very average maybe slightly smaller than average for the Capitol. All of her deep focus and fun of the last ten minutes began to recede. She was now truly disappointed. She wanted a huge hard dick in her today. At what point would a person not think that an veteran ex-Special Forces guy who is six feet four and built like a linebacker would not have a big dick? She thought for sure he was a safe bet.

      She enjoyed the feeling of his massive body enveloping her and did like the fact that he was working his ass off. He was fucking the shit out of her, it just wasn’t that satisfying. Really more like he was fucking the shit out of himself.

     Then to top it off, he was done in less than two minutes. The shot of hot liquid hitting the back of her cunt did feel good and she let the sensation take her. As he climbed off, she let herself fall flat into the back seat. Still enjoying his cum inside her and her hands still cuffed she began mashing her clit into the car seat enabling another orgasm. She was fucking herself in front him now, mocking him without him knowing it. Making up for the small cock he had, she ground herself into the seat letting out a deep moan while she came again and again..

     He had never seen a woman fuck herself in front of him, let alone keep fucking herself after he felt like he must have ravaged her. Yet she was now ravaging herself. Again she confused him.

     He had his pants buckled and was fully dressed by the time she let out her last call of orgasm. She was still writhing on the seat when he bent down and unlocked the cuffs. She could have stayed like this, sensing him watching in bewilderment, her cumming over and over for the rest of the afternoon. Finally she stopped. He took the cuffs back and placed them on his belt.

     “Wow. Woah. Have a good day Lillian,” Was all he could muster in a cracked strained voice. He'd pleased dozens of women around the world, been chased by dozens more. Confident in himself and his sexual skillset, he felt sorry for her. The whole thing was beyond awkward. And without any doubt in his mind, he chalked that up to her.

      She too felt sorry for him, she didn’t say anything for the moment and let him begin his walk back to his post. She wiped herself off with an old t-shirt in the back seat. Then collected herself and got dressed. He was already out of sight when she turned to acknowledge him a snarky, "Goodbye big gun man!"

     She sighed and in a flash, thought of her last few orgasms. They felt so good and satisfying, yet he wasn’t even inside her or touching her. He never knew what hit him she thought, how the cuckolded him first with her words, then with her sexuality. “What a little boy” were the words that she whispered out of earshot. How she cuckolded him first with her words, then by her sexuality, plus he had a small penis.

     They were both right. Sex with complete strangers is honest like that.

      Driving out of the parking garage, her first impulse was to find Andrew. The irony of her desperation to talk to a man she’d never spoken with did not escape her right after talking in circles with the secret service guy.

     As the huge oaks of the Capitol grounds passed by her car windshield, her mind began to flip back and forth between her latest round of anonymous sex and her desire of Andrew. Re entry back to reality after a random fucking always created a wide range of emotions. She was getting hit with all the familiar ones right now; guilt, fear, satisfaction, exhilaration, hate, and on and on. She took deep breaths and let it all shoot through her mind, letting the process run its course. The transition back to her real life didn’t take very long today.

     Her mind flashed back now to the President. Not being important when it came to the President yet being a linchpin between two worlds was exhausting. Thinking about Andrew gave her a slight feeling of hope. She hoped that there were people in Capitol worth saving. Otherwise, why even bother with these fools. Duty only went so far. It was all closing in on her. The encounter with the Secret Service man being a great example to her that she just was not in sync with anyone. The only place she felt comfortable was in the Ferns. Sex was always about control and power. Never about love.

     She wanted to feel sex, love, power, control, all as one, and Andrew could be that for her.

     She let out a frustrated tsk. She reminded herself that she had already spent her sexual currency for the day. Responsible to her duty in the ferns, she decided not to go on an Andrew search mission today. It was time to do home. There she could give a big hug to her true love, Alena, and sleep beside her husband. She would start over tomorrow, while they still had tomorrows.

Chapter 6

Her Andrew

     Hugging Alena under the apple tree felt good. The community orchard that ran behind the houses was a ripe river of fruit trees clogged with peaches, apples, limes, lemons, oranges, bananas, and pineapples. The fruity ribbon swayed and bent behind the cottages, sometimes dipping gently in and out of the backyards. It was the fruit aisle of their open air grocery store where The Colonists picked their vitamin C. Many times they chatted together and picked from the same trees that no one in particular owned. They took what their family needed for the day. Leaving the rest of the fruit to ripen on their natural fruit bowls.

     Lillian and Alena had needed apples today. Lillian felt like baking an apple pie. Too much time in the Capitol and the pressure of her life created a sense of urgency regarding the things she loved. Apple pie and Alena were at the top of the list.

     Putting the last few apples in the basket that hung on Lillian’s hip, Alena asked, “Momma can I help you make the pie today?”

     “Of course baby girl. I need a good helper.” Lillian replied.

     “Dad never makes pies when you’re gone. It’s always soup, soup, soup. We pick vegetables from the garden and fruit from here but he doesn’t do anything fun with the fruit. Just cuts it up for breakfast and we eat it raw. I like it when you bake stuff with it,” Alena said.

     Lillian could sense that this was Alena’s way of venting. She knew Alena loved her Dad, but she could tell how much she missed her Mother. When Lillian was home, Alena could never get enough of her mother’s cooking and her sense of humor before she left them again.

     A jolt of guilt mixed with enthusiasm hit Lillian, and Lillian blurted, “Let’s go crazy girl and make a Lemon pie too.”

     “Yay! Yay! I love it. Let’s do it,” Alena shouted.

     The lemon trees were further down the orchard away from the shadows of the huge coconut palms that outlined the first half of the orchard. These few acres were in the higher terrain away from the palms. The distance allowed the citrus more sunlight. Their favorite lemon tree was a massive towering tree that dwarfed the oranges, limes, mangoes, and other varieties. If anyone from the Capitol ever saw such a lemon tree they wouldn’t believe it. There were lots of magical surprises like the lemon tree in the Colony.

      Arriving at the base of the tree, Alena said enthusiastically, “Come on Momma let’s do it. I’ve grown since we were here last.”

     Lillian smiled and said, “OK. You get on the other side. I’ll stay here. Alright give me your left hand.” Clasping her thumb and fingers on top of Alena’s hand, she instructed “Now stay in place and push your tummy into the trunk. Now stretch, stretch, stretch. We’ve got one hand down. Alright, I’ve got the other one. We’re a circle now! We did it baby girl. You have grown so much!”