Somebody Take Me Drunk... Ch. 02

"Yes, you are right, Mr. Vice President. Very well, I acknowledge your point. Victoria alone is to be your only recipient of this information and she is to keep it to herself, understood?" the President insisted.

"Understood, Mr. President."

"Scott, after the first of the year, I am going to step down as President. You will become President on February first next year. I'll announce this on January first, giving your team one month to transition. Meanwhile, you and I will work together to prepare you for the rigors of office for the rest of this summer and fall." The President took me by surprise.

"You'll have nearly two full years to set your house in order, establish your agenda, and then you can win two full terms as President."

"Mr. President, are you all right? What is the meaning of such a decision?" I asked stunned.

"You and Victoria are loved by the people, Scott. Ann and I are tired of this battle. The hounds of hell nip at us day and night and I'm frankly tired of this. I have done what I could for the country, but the divisive split started by Michele Bachman against me is not good for the nation. It will be best for you to lead us, you are not divisive, and you will do well. The people do love you." The President spoke. "You are more 'one of the people' that I have ever been able to establish."

I did not speak. I sat and looked deep into the haunted, tired eyes of the man who had brought me into power, who now was so graciously offering to step aside and aid the smooth transition for the good of the nation, rather than just his own.

I was but forty six years old. I'd become a state senator at twenty eight, served eight years there. I was elected Governor and served eight years in that capacity. I would become President of the United States at forty seven years of age.

The Constitution provides for two terms as President and no more than ten years. I would enter office and serve as President for ten days shy of two years. If I was elected and reelected I would serve nine years, eleven months and twenty days as President of the United States. President Romney had thought this all out ahead of time and timed his actions accordingly.

I asked President Romney for some time away with my wife; to begin immediately. Romney agreed and his office quietly arranged for transportation for my wife and I to Colorado that afternoon. There'd be no fanfare, no motorcade. Just using plain cars we would return to our apartment above the 16th street mall in downtown Denver for five days, beginning that Wednesday afternoon.

"Honey, what is going on? The secret service told me to pack for a few days away." Victoria asked me as I walked into the official Vice President's residence, at the Naval Observatory, at noon.

"We need to talk, but I can't say anything until we are alone. We're going back to the apartment in Denver for a few days. Just hang on, we'll be alone and can talk then."

--------------------------------------------------Special agent Darcy Wright was one of the secret service detail assigned to Victoria. I told Victoria to make a list of things we'd need for the apartment for a week and to send Darcy to King Soopers in Denver and buy them. We'd not want to be seen in Denver at all, and our entire days would be spent in the apartment or on the roof above in the open air. But, we couldn't afford to be down on the streets.

Darcy got our supplies and the secret service left us alone for four days, until Sunday morning, not seeing or talking to us. They lounged around outside the building in street clothes, keeping watch on the Vice President and his wife.

"Stand there, in the bathroom, like you did that first time fourteen years ago, Vic." I ordered.

She rose from her recliner in the living room and quietly pad into the bathroom standing by the large tub.

I removed her blouse, letting it fall to the floor. She blushed a little for me. I unfastened her brassiere; she raised her arms defensively a little, protecting her full breasts from my sight for a moment, then let them fall and the bra with it.

I pulled her pants from the waist to the floor, no panties again? No panties again after all this time, she remembered, hoped for this very same action.

She stepped out of her clothes and into the warm water that had been running into the tub and she sat.

Our eyes did not depart one another's loving gaze, our lips frozen in grins of knowing, anticipation, excitement. I stepped into the tub, my erection bobbing in front of her face above her. She reached for it, I deflected her hands and sat, my cock bumping her as I did.

We kissed, our hands fondled beneath the water; we loved. I broke the kiss and poured her favorite shampoo into my hands, lathering her hair, scratching her scalp, caressing her blonde locks.

I rinsed the shampoo from her hair and poured another handful into my palm, spreading my hands into her hair and the room filled with the fragrance of cleanness. I rinsed her hair and then I turned her body, pulled her back onto me and she rested her long torso on my chest and belly, between my legs. I reached over her shoulders and soaped her breasts, her belly and her pubic mound. She spread her legs inviting my caresses down there. I soaped at the junction of her legs with her torso, around her pussy, but not on it. She moaned in anticipation, I avoided it, washing her pubis, her thighs and back to her belly and breasts.

I pivoted her body on her ass, placing her legs over my shoulders and my legs alongside her hips. I soaped her little star, circling it and inserting a finger gently into it a short way. She paused, quietly, waiting for my continued ministrations to her body. I finally grabbed one of her labia and kneaded it between my thumb and fore finger. She humped, creating a splash of water outside the tub, her eyes watching me, heavily lidded and aroused.

I placed my thumb on her clit and pushed. She said, "Oooh!"

I pushed my finger inside her; there at the top of her opening, rubbing her g-spot gently, she was so wet. I removed my hands from her and kissed her.

I went to my knees in the tub and washed myself, my cock and balls, my ass, my legs and feet. Then I cleaned my torso and arms, my own hair and face, then I rinsed.

I stood and dried myself as she watched my every move, staring at my bobbing erection, licking her lips and concentrating on the object of her gaze.

Gently, I took her hand and helped her from the tub; I dried her hair, her body. I combed and blew dry her hair; I applied lotion to her skin, all of it, everywhere.

She was panting. No words had been spoken by either of us for over an hour. We were replaying a scene from our first time together and it was rich in significance to us both.

I began to descend my kisses from her scalp to her pudenda, but she stopped me and with force, she flipped me onto my back, straddling me, holding me down with her strength and her will.

I grinned at her, she smirked at me. She began kissing me. She kissed my open mouth, then she licked my lips, my cheeks my nose and my closed eyes. She nuzzled her face into my hair and breathed into my ear, kissing my lobe, nuzzling my neck and shoulder. She raised my arm and nibbled on the hair from my armpit, causing goose bumps all over, hardening my nipples. She latched onto one, licking and nibbling.

My erection was painful, my arousal peaked, and I wanted her now. She used her strength and held me at bay, continuing her slow descent down my body. She lingered on my chest and belly, blowing into my belly button and as she licked it, she pushed a finger into my ass. My cock slapped her on the cheek and she took it into her mouth as she sank her finger to the knuckle, pushing on my prostate glan. She took me all the way, swallowing me into her throat.

I erupted with a great groan. She never moved, my ejaculate went directly into her stomach. When she pulled off, her eyes were watering and she was gasping for air, she laughed at me, hard...I joined in. She is remarkable.

She refused me access to her, nuzzling next to me, grabbing my hand and wrapping my arm around her as she lay naked next to and on me on our bed.

"Talk," She said.

"I am going to be sworn in as the forty sixth President of the United States of America February 1 of next year."

"Wha? How?Who? What is going on?" She lifted her head off my shoulder to look at me, gauging whether I was jesting or not.

"The President told me this morning at breakfast. He's stepping down, announcing January 1st."

"Does anyone know?" She asked.

"Ann and Mitt, you and me. That is all." I replied. "He wants it kept quiet for the time being. He and Ann are sick of the constant barrage of evil wishers. He thinks the nation loves me, us, and thinks we will be better able to lead the nation from here on."

"He's offering to mentor me from now until January, he wants this administration to succeed, but he's convinced that he cannot be the one to do it, that he has too much baggage, Bachman is pounding him on the right and the left is howling like a pack of wolves." I offered.

"He says the people love us, that we are thought of more as, 'one of the people' to use his terms and thinks we can have successes he couldn't have."

"I imagine Ann will want some of your time as well, honey. She has several irons in the fire and probably hopes you can continue her advocacy. You can have your own, too, of course, just that she'll want to talk a lot I'm sure."

"Ok, that's it. Mind if I get back to...let's see, where was I?" I teased.

We copulated, fucked, made love, sucked and slobbered on one another for hours, falling asleep in the middle of the early morning hours.

"If President Obama had stepped down, allowing Hillary Clinton or someone to assume the Presidency back in 2012, the Democrats would still be in power." President Romney told a national Republican audience on January 1, New Years Day.

"Scott Roberts will be a great President. He has a track record of sixteen years in Colorado, two years here with me in Washington and he has made friends on both sides of the aisle. Our country needs Scott Roberts at this critical time in our history." The President further intoned.

And, so the battles began for me anew. I decided to keep most of the senior staff on board from Romney's White House, bringing only a dozen of my own close associates with me, surrounding me.

I decided my very closest ally, Victoria was qualified and I appointed her Homeland Security Chief. She's well qualified, capable, experienced and she has my complete trust.

It didn't settle well with the opposition. I argued that Mrs. Clinton had led the Health care battle in President Clinton's first term, Mrs. Obama had become an official emissary of the President to several obscure places she 'vacationed,' and Victoria actually had the highest level of security training, practical and hands on knowledge, she was my choice.

The senate confirmed her 95-2 with 3 'not voting'. The nation would be a competently served from her office as it had ever been and it was a brilliant move on my part.

She relegated duties of the first lady to her own mother, who had been widowed by then. We moved her into the White House with us. It was perfect. Her mom was no nonsense, came from hard working stock and had a dignity and elegance about her that is rare. The critics howled, but only for a short while.

Things were turning around in the nation. After eleven years of recession, the last year of President Bush, all four of Obama, and six years under Romney, the people were ready to get behind me. The nation unified, and we began working with one another, not against so much.

The Congress passed a budget, finally, and it was in the black. Many accomplishments took place under my tutelage and we avoided war, we paid down on our national debt, we lowered spending, we lowered taxes and we raised revenues, all at the same time.

Many people, both on the left and the right commented on the unifying Presidency that I represented. I had wonderful friends from all walks of life, all races and creeds. Religion still had its' stalwart advocates, but the bitter hatred was at least put on the back burner during my nearly ten years in office.

Victoria and I left the Presidency when I was fifty eight. We'd served our people with gusto, pleasure, fidelity and honesty. No major scandals broke out under my watch and America was safer in the world.

We needed to remain diligent, alert and on guard, but so many of the hotspots were cooled or cooling. Our enemies lurked, to be sure. Their opportunities were diminished because our friends were so loyal. It was hard for the haters to get a foot hold and strike us. Of course, we know it is day to day and we remain vigilant.

One story from our fourth year in office, I must relate. Victoria's security detail had a very handsome and virile forty year old supervisor. She and he worked closely together, travelled the world together and became close. They had similar backgrounds, both were attractive and it stands to reason that temptation would rear its' ugly head.

Victoria was wrestling with menopause during her time at Homeland Security and sometimes her hormones would drive her hard. We'd found a way to stay in touch with just one phone call, with no third person involved. We each had private cells that only the other one had the number.

She called me from Pocatello, Idaho one evening. "Scott, I am about to blow up. I am so horny, can I please, just this once, do my secret service guy? I need it so bad."

"Victoria, I love you. Never forget that. If your need to be fucked is greater than your need for my love, decide for yourself what you must do." I whispered into the phone as I walked into a small room off the oval office.

I had the Israeli Prime Minister in my office, along with his contingency and my full staff as well. I couldn't talk at that moment. So, I hung up.

She returned two days later and both of us had full schedules. We weren't able to speak until nearly nine pm.

I looked at her, leered at her harshly, wondering and fearing the worst.

"I didn't do it Scott. I'm sorry for even broaching the subject. I saw my physician today and she put me on some hormones to level me out. My heart is yours, my body is yours. I have been yours since that night outside Coors Field and I am yours tonight. Forgive me for putting you through that." She wept.

"I talked with a physician too, Vic. He told me that it is normal for a woman going through menopause to have sudden urges, to be tempted to be dry one moment and wet the next. I only ask you, are you still only mine, really?" I queried.

"Yes. I was tempted, I was. I asked him to remove himself from my security detail. He's on the Secretary of State's detail now, as of yesterday. I am yours, I haven't been unfaithful in deed, but I was tempted. I'd been away from you, working so hard, stressing over issues and suddenly you weren't there. I wanted to reach out and have someone reassure me, like only you can do, but you weren't there. I saw it through and we are intact, honey....forgive me." She sobbed.

We reconnected again that night. We had to stifle our screams and groans lest we have a full contingent of Secret service agents on us.

I discussed the subject with Vic, of having her step down. If the job was too much for her at this time in her life, if she was vulnerable, the nation would be also. She assured me that the doctor said the medication she'd prescribed would level her hormonal balance and she'd be fine.

No other incidences, no other suspicions or reports of dalliance were ever broached. Vic had a weak moment and came through it. Love conquered temptation. By that I mean her love for me, and her need for my love for her conquered. It is a testimony of fidelity in the face of what everyone suffers at one time or another.

Victoria and I never had children, but the people of the nation are our children. They began to see us, as we neared our exit from office, as senior statesmen. We were revered, for the most part. Many of our old enemies had become allies, some even became friends. We left the office of President with dignity and we left it better off than when we entered it.

With security being such an issue, we couldn't return to our penthouse apartment in downtown Denver, so we bought President Jimmy Carter's old peanut farm in Plains, Georgia. After he passed away, during Mitt Romney's term of office, it became an eyesore and run down. The family needed the money so we thought it would preserve history and we moved into their family home after extensive remodeling.

My Presidential Library was built on the campus of the University of Northern Colorado in Greeley. It was the school I graduated from receiving my Bachelor of Arts degree. I had met my first wife, Dottie, there, at school.

We'd dated off and on and married in our senior year. Her dad and brother and she were long time bed partners, much to my surprise and chagrin when I discovered them soon after our wedding.

It was that, my dad's murder, my mom's death to cancer and too much money that had nearly destroyed me. I took to drinking and a lovely lady cop rescued me after I'd shit my pants, puked all over myself and nearly lost my life on the streets of Denver.

With her strong fundamental love for me, but probably even more, her need for the special love that I had for her, we faced many challenges through life together, becoming President and First Lady of the United States. She became Director of Homeland Security and though our battles were many, our triumphs were sufficiently numerous to count us successful in the end.

The little town of Plains Georgia became a bustling small city. World leaders seemed to make Plains a regular stop on their way to or from Washington, D.C. I liked to take them fishing, out onto the pond where that rabbit attacked President Carter. I keep a .22 handy in case he decides to come back.

After Carter 'beat him off' with an oar, I was afraid he'd be back for more. Not me, I'll kill the little bastard if I see him.

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Thank you for reading my story.

-Pultoy