"Miss Harris, this is too kind, please I'm more than capable of driving myself home! It's Christmas Eve, and I have to finish filing your statements!" You said as you quickly dug into your bag trying to find your keys
"Jessica, please believe me this is no inconvenience at all! You are one of my greatest and hardest working! Have a seat…" her voice came heavy, it bounced off the high ceiling of her home
You hadn't been here before, It wasn't as modern as you'd have thought.
"Miss Harris, are you sure… I can walk back to the office and be home before the streetlights come on!" You attempted to persuade her again
"No! No, no, please make yourself at home, let me take your jacket! Like you said it's Christmas Eve, what type of presidential candidate would I be if I made my worker's walk in a snowstorm alone, to get home! And besides, your car isn't starting…" She said almost panicked by the idea of you leaving, although her voice rushed and alarmed she moved softly as she took hold of your jacket and scarf and whisked them away elsewhere
You on the other hand hadn't moved an inch, or looked at anything other than the polished white oak floors.
For you still hadn't moved or heard a word around you. Kamala's usual chattiness is missing. Until a soft sigh came and Kamala's firm hand meant your arm, your skin ran cold and your body tenses…
"Sweaty, are you always so professional? It's okay to relax, there are no cameras around here!" She said as her other hand found itself resting just below her chin, pulling upwards softy so you're two gazes meant. The sound of her giggle, almost a taunt
"Uhh… I-I just re-" You managed to say as you pull away slightly before your voice gave way
The heat in your chest and face is fading.
"Well… well please we're off the clock, and I've dragged you to my home and inconvenienced you… but make yourself at home, y-you are a guest and its seems we'll be spending Christmas together…call me Kamala for now" She said almost defeated, you watched as her hands clenched shut and shot down by her sides as her voice wavered, and she stumbled through her words
"I'm sorry, if I upset you!" You said, as you saw her smile falter and you grew fearful of the situation's implications, you were being rude to your boss.
"No, you haven't! Please the living room is right through there" She said as she pointed down a hallway deeper into the house, your heart skipped a beat seeing the warmer toned light shine from the path
"Thank you, Miss—Kamala" you corrected before you carried your purse with you down towards the hall, your steps steady and paced even as you interred the hallway
You could feel her brown eyes staring into the back of you.
As you continued through the hallway, it seemed longer and longer, or was just walking slower than ever.
You looked above yourself at the walls, the art she had displayed erotic in idea, modest in representation. Until you reached the end of the hallway, the paintings had been the same in essence, but the last pair right before the door were realistic and detailed. Your eyes avoided them as you continued into her so-called living room.
It looked modern and retro clashing, but blended in perfect compliment. The center of the room is a conversation pit, the stone bar lit by neon, and the seating leather comforters. As you walked inside, you turned facing away from the last wall, her eyes already trying to take in as much as possible before you snapped out hearing "Sending you forget-me-not to help you to remember" played out accompanied by the signature claps. Clear.
Your eyes widened as you turned on your heels to see where it had come from. You step back, slightly shocked as you see Kamala's record collection, as she lowered the volume of the vinyl and smiled at you. Her hands spread wide, and her normal voice came into use.
"So you've found the living room, feel free to any and everything, I'm going to get dinner ready-"
"NO!" You blurt out as the bubble of regret releases its self
Kamala blinks twice as she takes in your sudden outburst. You run cold as you see the look in Kamala's eyes, your eye's too busy darting back and forth between her and the doorway. You were mortified, you'd just yelled at your boss for being nice! You just yelled at the future president for no reason, you're only 26 and this was supposed to be your breakout into politics.
"Jessica, please have a seat, I can pour you a drink! Or at least give you something to eat, it's nearly 5, and it's pitch black outside…" She pleaded to you as you stood there still, somehow seeming to act lost.
"This is inappropriate, I should have stayed back at the office and called a tow truck… it's not your job to fix my issues!" You said as you wiped your hand over your face, taking sweat with it
"Jessica, there is no request being made of you, or any incentive for letting me help you? Yes you're my employee, but right now I have just invited you to stay at my house for a Christmas Eve dinner… see no more inappropriateness" Kamala said as she smiled, you almost giggled yourself as you watched the idea suddenly appear to her
"I-" you try to protest but can't find a reason how or why, she laughs at your defeat and waves you along as she walks out of the room back into the hallway. As you walk, your eyes wander lower and follow the traces of the light back up, she was 56, and you were 26, 30 years apart. But you wanted every part of it, you hadn't known her that long, less than a year, she'd grown fond of you, and you are a little too fond of her. Sometimes you'd watch her hands and the way they flexed, how she'd run her rounded nails over things, how she'd direct the room with the wave of them.
Older and stiffer, but more experienced and firm when she touched you.
"Jessica? Could you hand me the butter out of the refrigerator?" You heard Kamala's voice cut through your train of thought, pulling to back to the present
You moved without thinking towards her appliance, your hand seeming all too familiar. You looked down at yourself, your sleeves were rolled up, and you had an apron on, the same as Kamala's. Inside her fridge she had it organized, everything had its own space, you could see every label and everything was perfect. You reached inside, careful not to touch anything else, and grabbed the butter from the back and pulled it out.
You were sure to close the fridge, and you were careful not to touch anything.
"Come on, move with some urgency! We're hungry Jess!" She said jokingly as she ran around to you and took a soft hold of your wrist, pulling you along.
Her hand felt like cool silk across your skin. It was like heaven in that one spot when she touched her. Your color hides your shame.
You now stood angled at the stove as Kamala took the butter from your hands, you're still lost in your thoughts. Slowly coming to your senses.
"W-what are we making?" You manage to stammer out with a soft tone
"You forgot already, I asked what you wanted since I didn't have anything for a Christmas dinner, you said something I'm good at making and I thought maybe I could make you something very special to me?" She said almost as a suggestion just waiting for rejection
"Oh! Wow, I wouldn't have expected something so personal?" You said feeling slightly out of place
Kamala was an open and free spirit, who had bonds with those she cared for most. For someone who followed her around 24/7, for months on end, it was the only way she could describe how it felt speaking to her.
"What's the name?" You ask as you slowly feel your defenses lowering, watching as her hand gripped firmly to a spatula as she pushed the butter around the frying pan
You built down hard on the inside of your lip.
"Chicken Curry, it was my favorite. My mother always gave us this for dinner whenever we did well in school…she stopped making it when we got into college, THA! She basically forced us to learn how to make it ourselves" Kamala explained as she switched hands to open a packet of sauce, your eyes intently watching like her hands would disappear if you didn't
"Jess, hon, can you stir this really quick while I find the chicken?
"Sure, but don't expect me to be any good!" you said jokingly as you placed your hand just below Kamala's and replaced her string rhythmically around the pot, your other hand outreached to prop yourself up, The sauce bubbled and popped, in the pan and you jumped a little.
You feel the sting of the boiling sauce splash onto your arm, wincing you pull away, rubbing quickly over the spot. Kamala stopped and turned towards you, her eyes low with concern as she rushed to you, pulling your own arm away from you.
"Are you okay, my god you've got my blood pressure so high! Whew, dang girl, you made me worried!" She laughed as she lightly tapped your arm, almost doubling over as you pulled your arm back
It didn't hurt anymore.
"If the press found out that you got burned at my house, whew they'd run wild" She laughed
You couldn't help but smile at her laugh, she lit the room up.
"You told me you liked baking! But you're scared of a little hot sauce?" She said basically slapping her knee
"Baking and cooking are two different skills, you're good at making food, I make dessert!" You reminded as you went back to stirring, your face was red-hot and your hands shaky as you tried to return to the rhythm
You couldn't. Flustered, you wiped your hand on your apron and basically threw the spatula down. Leaning forwards, you let your head hang over the stove, the steam from the food below you creating a soft dew over your face. The laughing stopped. You grew even more embarrassed, but your despair was replaced by a flurry of butterflies swarming around you, her hands having found their way upwards around you. They held you, pressed tightly into her sides, they pushed and pulled slowly as if to comfort you.
"I'm sorry, hey, hey, look at me, can we cook together? Make it like a lesson, I'll teach you my favorite dish, and you teach me your favorite dessert. No matter how basic or common, I want to know how to make it your way…" You listened to her say as you tried to avoid her voice although beckoning you to look
You shake your head, as you straighten up to wipe your eye, hoping to make it look like you were crying instead of your body wanting to jump for joy when she touched you.
Even the slightest touch made you desperate…
"Nkay, now you had it before, and I guess my slight bullying got in your head… So I think we should start things a little slower…hold the spatula at an angle …. Uh huh just like that, good…..now clockwise" She said as her left hand found itself wrapped around your waist almost in a possessive hold, and her right guiding her hand allowing her to lean in closer.
Her pelvis pressed snugly against you.
"That's real nice, now we can let that cool, and we can start with the chicken" She said still guiding your hand through the motions while you turned the eye off
Feeling bold, you turned slowly to her and finally faced her, this time you stared at her in the eye's.
"Miss Harris… where is your bathroom?" You ask as her smile slightly drops, and her eyes track yours, her professional disposition returning
"Down the hall, to the right" She responded as she moved out of your way and went back to what she was doing
You almost began to sweat at the thought of her hands on you. It was the first time she'd made any type of contact with you that wasn't a handshake. You always stayed professional around her, but she seemed to relax around you more than she did with anyone else, you didn't know if you should feel special or aroused.
You walk into the bathroom, and shut the door softly behind yourself, your beating heart slowing and your eyes focusing on yourself in the mirror. You had small beads of sweat running down your forehead, and your palms were clammy. You bit down hard, thinking what Kamala thought.
Inside, you take a moment to do your business and wash your hands before you track back to the kitchen. As you enter, the smell of cooking chicken hits you, Kamala seeming to have something for you smiles widely and gestures for you to sit on the counter next to her.
"Sit, I want you to try this to make sure it's not too spicy, I don't know your tolerance n' all!" She said as she turned away, her hand still lingering on the spot she wanted you to sit in. You slowly move towards it, your back pressing gently against the marble countertop as you hoist yourself upwards to sit. The surface is cold against you.
"I added chili pepper to the sauce, maybe to give it a little more of a kick! But I can always remake it if it's too hot for you, I can't have my girl dying on me…" She said as she turned around with a spoon in hand, one holding it in a pinch and the over below it ready to catch any of the steaming liquid
Her movements were steady, but slow from how you saw it, you could hear your breath run short and your heart beat like a drum as her hand slowly approached your face.
"Open your mouth, don't be shy" She said, her voice lower than you'd ever heard it, her hand rested below your chin, slightly tilting your head up. As your jaw fell open, she placed the spoon on your tongue and, seemingly satisfied, watched as your lips fell around the shape of the spoon.
You looked away, hoping to save yourself the embarrassment, but as she pulled the spoon back, you looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. You meant her eyes and felt an explosion inside you, whatever she'd put in that sauce was better than anything you'd ever made, your hand shot to your mouth as you tried to laugh, struggling to swallow.
"You like it?" Kamala asked as you swallowed hard, she taunted you with her eye's as you tried to fight between the intense lust growing inside you and the spice burning the side of your mouth
"It's good, you really are good and Hot…" You managed to say, sliding from the counter and running towards the sink, eager to turn the water on and sooth your tongue
Kamala hadn't responded. She's called you her girl, you just said she was good and hot. Your life flashed before your eyes as a cool stream of water left your tongue's surface. Your hand trembled as you brought them in front of you, clasped as you stood.
"AT making hot stuff…heh" You corrected as Kamala seemed to smile like she could see you blushing below the surface
"Thank you… Now come back over here, and I'll show you that we have prepared the chicken, the rice is almost done."
You feel free as you approach her, like all of your cares melted away. You peek outside the kitchen window into her backyard to find the snow had piled all above the doors, even if you wanted to leave. You couldn't.
A flurry of emotions consumed you as you fell deeper and deeper into her guiding grip, she showed you how to flip the chicken over to tear it apart with a spatula. Her hand resting atop yours. When you're done, your arms feel like mush. You are used to the kneading and rolling motions needed for baking, but not the constant levelness required to cook anything.
As you both plated your foods, you still avoided her gaze, even as you sat down further away from her. She was on one side of the table and you on the other.
"Why are you sitting so far away? It's only us tonight… unless you'd prefer no conversation, which is fine! " She stammered out, obviously blushing as she thought she'd offended you, her tan skin giving no barrier for her shame
"No, um, I don't know, I enjoy conversation! I'm just not used to… this? " You try to explain as the same feeling you'd had since you got here came back
"What do you mean, Jess?" She asks as her demeanor changed, and she does that pose you love when she'd listen. She seemed stern, like she was listening to hear what someone had done to you.
She leaned over onto her elbow, her hand propping her head up, and her eyes intently watching you.
"I'm not used to my bosses inviting me to places, or being this… nice?" You say as Kamala laughed softly and leaned back, obviously hearing something that piqued her interest
"Jessica, you are so wound up in your job you don't think you can have any fun? What do you normally do on holidays? You don't go out, or have a party with anyone from work? Do you even go to parties?!" Kamala asked as she stood up from her seat and took her plate in hand, you tried to conjure a response, but you're to closely watch as she comes as it's down right beside you
"No, I usually work on what needs to be done for the next day, I- I don't have much else to do" You say as you can see the deviation creep onto Kamala's face
"You don't have a family? Or a boyfriend, something!? You're only 26 you should be out having fun!" She said as she covered her mouth as she chewed her food
You had barely touched yours. You felt out of place.
"No, my family is on the other side of the country, I work in politics, no time for parties or anything like that…" You said shaking your head, ignoring her mention of a lover
"Boyfriend?" she asked almost like a mother, the tinge in her voice suggesting she knew you were avoiding it
"No, not for me, it's hard finding a lesbian in the political space of DC" you said giving a slight look at Kamala
"Maybe you haven't looked in the right places?" She said her eyebrow raising, but her eyes fixed to her plate
"No time for any of that, my career is my focus, working with you it's a all day job…in a good way!" you continued, meant with a slight laugh from kamala
"Sure there is, look at us, this could be a party? Well, a hangout between friends! were here and we've got all the time in the world before we can get out of the snow" She said, poking you softly in the arm
"Friends…" You said, the word rolling softly off your tongue, you watch as Kamala lights up with a smile as the word seems to float around her
"Yes! You are my friend, Jessica! Why wouldn't you be, you're by my side all day every day, you know so much about me. You listen to me all the time even when it isn't about work" She said as she wiped her mouth with a napkin
"It's m-my job, Miss Harris" you said back slowly your eyes meeting hers, your heart almost breaks as you can see the shine in them dull as the words sink in
You panic for a moment, to stutter out incoherent word mush. Hoping you hadn't hurt her, you wanted to keep your job but everything you said seemed to be dragging your career down the drain
"Shhh, Jess, It's alright if you don't see me as a friend, after all I know you see me as more than just a friend" You heard like a loud crash, her voice was low and slutty as she spoke to you now. You slowly turned to look at her but don't when you see her arms crossed as she leaned onto the table, lowering her head to look at your face
"You don't have to be so shy, you know, you are a hard worker, and should be rewarded? Don't you think…" Kamala's hand moved outwards to your arm, resting on your skin before beginning an even pace along your arm. Her fingertips just grazing your skin, your breath hitched as she did so
"Miss Harris-"
"Call me Kamala, sweetheart, I don't like mixing business with pleasure. I won't say it again…" She said as her hand never moved from your arm, she got up leaving everything in place as she moved around you, her hand traveling up your arm like lava on ice.
"You work all day, and can't even relax?"
"Mis-" You began, but felt a slight tug on your hair as her head lowered next to yours from behind you.
"I won't say it again, Jessica" She said sternly as she moved back and the tension in your hair released. Your torso tingled as she moved away.
"Jess? You okay, you've been staring sweaty, I stopped talking five minutes ago" Kamala's voice came clear as day
"Oh, sorry, Just feeling tired" you responded as you moved to pick up your empty plate and follow her to the sink
"Oh well, we can maybe bake something tomorrow? I'll show you the guest room" She said as she took your plate and placed them both in the sink
Her smile dropped as she faced away from you.
"I-i can wash the dishes-"
"No, you are a guest, remember? I'll show you the guest bedroom and get you comfortable, I'll clean everything up" She said her hands held high to refuse any protest
"No, well at least let me teach you how to make you brownies! You showed me something, I'd like to return the favor" You said panicked feeling like you were using Kamala for not helping out, You really did not want to lose your job
"Jessica, no this really isn't about doing things for each other, You are not my employee right now! I want you to be comfortable" She said as she held your arms
"No, let me just make this for you, it's the least I can do really…" You said beginning to get flustered
"O-okay, Um bowls are in that cabinet, I'll join you when I'm done" Kamala said as she pointed to where the things were, you gave a weak smile and walked past her
You knew that you were hot and trying to cool off, but Kamala was heated and trying to gauge where you were. The age gap was staggering, 30 years apart, you're her assistant and she's a presidential candidate. That would never work.
As you gathered the ingredients you looked over at Kamala as she washed the sinks contents seemingly in a rush, she basically threw the plates onto the drying rack and pulled the paper towels off the roll. Before, she turned on her heels and looked at you happily.
"Okay, show me what we're working with!" She said excitedly
"Pretty simple recipe, nothing too special like yours, just my favorite dessert." You said as you began to open the things you'd use.
As you both began to cook, the room ignited in a flurry of laughter and conversation. You both made jokes back and forth, nothing too heavy though. You didn't guide her in mixing the batter or pouring it into its mold; you just sat back and watched her. Just like how you did at work. You watch the way her hands curled around the tray as she neared the hot oven, the bead of sweat rolling down her face. You watch as her arms flex and fine lines come to her hands, and her veins push against her skin. How her suit snugly pulled around her curves as she bent forwards. How she caught you staring and didn't say anything.
You both faced each other as you sipped a glass of wine Kamala had pulled out for the two of you as you waited for the brownies to finish. You both made light conversation, taking turns checking to see if they were burning, until you both fell silent. She leaned against the center island while you sat where she's had you before atop the counter.
The oven read only 7 minutes left. But the silence persisted.
"Jessica, tell me about yourself?" Kamala said her tone, a mixture of a command and question
You hesitate, hoping to find the words to say, but when you feel her hand touch you, every worry just melts away.
"I'm originally from California, I got a masters in law, and started college early with dual enrollment. I passed the bar examine the first time, and now I'm your assistant" You said trying to be reserved
"Oh, wow, California,passed their bar the first time, you think you're better than me?" She laughed out jokingly, seeming to be genuinely impressed
"NO! Of course not…" You said, hoping you had not struck a nerve
"Jessica, please relax, it was a joke! You don't always have to be so closeted to me…" She said as her voice trailed off, and she gave her an admiring look
You pressed your lips shut and looked away.
"Are you closeted?" She asked like she'd seen the look on your face before
"Y-yeah, but you didn't say anything wrong, I just never really like to bring sexuality up with the people I work with, but really Miss Harris there's nothing you said that hurt me!" You said again, biting your tongue as you hear Harris escape your mouth
"Well thank you for the reassurance Jessica, but really, I want those who work around me to know I'm not some master that'll fire them for telling me the truth. Especially when I make them uncomfortable…" She said as she placed her hand on your knee giving a light pat before pulling away
On the exterior you hoped to look calm and collected, but inside, you were burning up. You wanted her so badly, she didn't make you feel uncomfortable, she made you feel hot. Lustful. You both look at the stove's clock, watching as if ticks down the second before giving a final drawn out beep.
"I'll get them, you stay right there" She demanded as you scooted back onto the counter.
She pulled the tray from the stove and placed it onto the stove to cool, taking the gloves off she returned to her glass of wine and seemingly her ruthless interrogation.
"Jess, I'm going to be frank with you, I want you to call me Kamala… please… It's only a little while longer before the election and I need to start considering cabinet members, a chief of staff if I am to win. And… I wanted to ask if you'd like to be my chief of staff?" She asked, like you could possibly refuse.
You are a 26-year-old POC woman, becoming the youngest chief of staff alongside the first POC women to become president. It was an offer you couldn't refuse.
"YES! Oh my god, are you really asking me this?!" You said excitedly
"Yeah, and yes, you are the best candidate I have on my team. You already know me through and through and for all your hard work I have to give you a job, you're brilliant on and off paper. I can't let a republican snatch you off the market, can I?" She asked as she held her arms out for a hug, noticing tears beginning to well in your eyes
You open your arms, and your legs instinctively. As she finally locks arm's with you, and pulls you nearly from the countertop. You melt into her, comforted and fulfilled by her touch. She was cool to the touch, in contrast to you, she rubbed small circles on your back as you tried to hide your rhythmic breaths trying to pull more of her scent in.
"Do you think you're up for it? I didn't plan on springing this on you like this, especially not in these circumstances, you; be the youngest to do it. You'll have better pay than what I pay you now…"
"Yes, I'll be up to it, it's the job of a lifetime, it'll look almost as good as you do." You said in a breathy near moan as you could feel how she moved her hips to press against you, your eyes clenched shut as you tried to control your own
"Well It's good to know you're so eager" She said as she pressed her hands into your back, almost like she wanted to pick you up
Her hips moved away and seemed to find their way back, her heat pressing against your own made your head spin.
"A-are the brownies done?" You ask as you hear her lips part and her head goes to readjust, breaking the moment, she pulls away and wipes her hands on her blouse.
Her back turning as she hides her bashfulness. You watch, still sitting atop the counter as she cuts the trays contents into squares, she takes on and brings it over to you, she stands in front of you her eyebrows raising in suggestion
"I can feed it to myself! You've already cooked for me and basically made the brownies on your own, I feel like you lied to me about not being able to bake" You said trying to take the brownie yourself, but she pulls it away, in a game of cat and mouse
"I never said I couldn't! Now let me feed you it, I want to see how the brownie connoisseur reacts" She said, the glint in her eye shifting, it only happened when she needed to think quickly of a response.
You roll your eyes and center yourself as she brings the brownie back around towards you. It was mere centimeters away from your lips and still warm. You thought about her feeding you the sauce she'd made, how she'd told you to "Open your mouth" and you did, how she tugged at your hair and told you to call her Kamala, and you did. It sent shivers down your spine. You opened your mouth, eyes locked with Kamala as she watched as you bit down on the brownie and took a bite.
You brought your hand to cover your mouth as you chewed.
"How is it?" She asked as you chewed
"Amazing" You retorted lowly as you continued to chew, it was better than ones you made yourself
"Better than yours or just really good?" She asked, sitting the bitten brownie down on a paper towel before crossing her arms. Her mouth when it moved looked like a blur, but her eyes made them all the more inviting.
"Better than mine" You breathlessly gasp out as she ran her hand through her hair, still straightened
"Are you just blowing my head up or what?!" She laughed trying to judge your true thoughts, but you remained frozen in place her eyes fixed to what was exposed of you
"No, Kamala, that was genuinely the best version of my recipe I've ever had, But I am a little jealous you're so good at it" You said playfully, your mind spewing your words despite the reservation and fear you held
You wanted Kamala and you couldn't deny it, no matter how hard you tried to unsee her advance, ignore her obvious propositions through her actions, to erase your desires. You simply just cannot shake it. Every day for less than a year you'd been following her around, being her personal desk, but you like it. Although what you do deserves you a
"Raise, Jessica do you want a raise?" she asked out of nowhere, this time as you were pulled from your wonderland the situation was all the same
She stood across from you, and you sat across from her, brownie still half bitten, and her eyes still waiting for more of you.
"What? Why do you ask" You said, releasing your mouth was cotton dry
"I just realized that all this time we've been preparing, and running my campaign, you've been a part of every single bit of it. Hell, you even brought my social media presence up…but you never ask for more money…even after the results you consistently put out" She said almost like she'd become reserved
Maybe she was testing you.
"I-i guess because this was the raise I wanted, I just couldn't ask for it?" You said, knowing exactly what you were implying you wanted, unsure if Kamala understood herself
"Sweaty, you could have asked a long time ago" She said as her hands began to wrap around you, slowly and softly at first. But as she reached the small of your back, one of her hands found itself lowering under your pants, nearing the beginning of your underwear. The other scraping along the length of your shirt. Your body shivers in her hands, and you can hear the playfulness of her jiggle as she felt the way she was making you feel.
"Miss Harris, we can't do this! We're 30 years apart, you're trying to become president!" You objected but not moving away from Kamala's hands
It all felt like a fever dream, you'd kept yourself contained for this long, and now you were about to let it all fall apart.
"Jessica, you and I both know that there are no camera's outside, these walls that can see us, we're snowed in, and we're both consenting adults. What we do here doesn't change anything about the race?" She asserted softly, her eyes somber
"A-are you sure you want to do this with me? I'm your assistant, don't you think everyone will find out" You say to her, as she smiles and laughs a little
"Sweaty, I talk to my people, I know what's happening to them all the time, they know, and I know that you like to stare" She said as she stepped closer, replacing the space between your two bodies with herself again.
"What d-do you want me to do, Miss Harris?" You say as your cheeks tighten and your hands balled into fists
"Is this the only way I'll get you to do this?" she asks as you try to respond
"Say what you want, whatever it is I want you to say, say it. Exactly how you say things me in the office" She said as her hips bucked against yours, and her hands grew tighter around you your torsos were close, but your chests pulled apart
"Relax, take all the time you want, I can tell you've wanted this, haven't you?"
You threw your head back and let your neck take a break, your arms hand bumps all over and your hair stood on edge.
"Yeah" you let out in defeat, as you brought your head back around.
You make the one mistake you could have, you stare into her eyes and seem her smile grow on her face.
"You are so hot" You finally said as you lunge forwards, both your hands holding to her head, the feeling intoxicating. You felt exhilarated.
Her lips were plush. Her skin smooth and cool, her hair smells like fruit, and the way she had you pressed into her, you could feel more than just lust.
"What do you want to do?" she asked as she pulled away to catch her breath as you huffed for air in her arms
"I want you to make me call you your name, Miss Harris" You said, letting the wine you'd drank swirl inside you
You answered as a devious smile crept onto her face as you bit down hard on your lip, eager to see what she'd do with your request.
"Oh, you like playing hard to get?" she questioned as you playfully nodded, you'd felt her hand slip from under your pants and trace itself back around to your core.
"You like when I touch you?" She said as her eyebrows raised, and you felt her fingers press into you above the fabric. You let a small moan escape your lips.
As one hand worked you from the front, only helped by how you pushed against her hand. The other still behind you found the nape of your neck and pulled, firm and hard enough to make your back arch to follow her grip.
"What's my name, Jess?" She said as she leaned further into you, her chest resting on yours
"Miss Harris" You say smugly as she lowered her gaze down to her hand, the light fabric of your pants exposing you to Kamala
She looks back up at you, with a devilish smile, her skin glistening as she removes her hand and sighed. She backed away, scrubbing her moist fingers between themselves. You begin to worry something is wrong as her grip on your hair loosens before falling away.
"Let me clean something up before we get too carried away" She said, her voice teasing you as she turned to pick up one of the bowls that was used. You know the game she's playing, she wants you to beg, she knows how badly you want this. But you couldn't see how badly she wanted this.
You hated that, she was a bubbly happy person, on and off camera, but she was unreadable the way her smile seemed to find itself displayed in different ways in her emotions. You weren't going to beg her to touch you, although you wanted to, but it only made you want her more when the thought of begging her, your boss, the possible new president to just make you do it.
"I'll help" You said, gathering yourself to appear that you weren't mush from the waist down, you slid off the counter almost wincing when the counter pressed against you. You started closing ingredients, and putting them away as Kamala on the other side of the room washed.
It was silent.
When you both finished you found yourselves face on another across the room, Kamala raised her eyebrow and looked behind herself. You looked as well, you see a man in a large coat off in the distance, a mark of white snow, standing with a camera, you could see the slight glare of the lens flicker.
You look back at her eyes wide and worry, gripping your heart, fearful of what they have seen.
"Don't worry, they won't be able to get a shot other than in here, I don't know how long they've been there, but I don't care because this is my home and do what I want in it. Come on, we can pick up where we left off?" She said with an outreached hand, you quickly move to take it as she leads you through the house.
It was a labyrinth compared to your apartment. She held firmly to your hand as you both went up the stairs, you felt like a child being led to safety.
"Have you been with someone older before?" You're shocked to hear, you notice the hint of concern in Kamala's voice. You wondered what her face looked like.
You think about how to respond, you hadn't been with anyone before. You couldn't possibly tell her that, especially not how forthcoming you were being now.
"Did I say something wrong?" Kamala said as she led you into what you could tell was her bedroom
You are still in motion, but your mind wasn't, you were experiencing lust and its purest form, and the one woman you wanted to touch you so badly was your boss. The word boss seems to roll around in your mind more than anything. The question that she had asked you was striking even without the older person aspect, Your answer would say so much about you, especially considering it was you hadn't been with anyone ever.
But were you willing to tell her that?
"I don't know how to answer that…" you said as you watched her press something on the panel mounted to the wall, the curtains began pulling shut, and the warm lights dimmed around you both
"Sure you do, unless you haven't been with anyone, have you?" She said, catching the glint of shame in your eyes as you clinched your jaw shut and rolled your eyes
As much as you like being teased by her, that one just stung. She already knew the answer. She was circling you, the further she got around you the closer she got, she inhaled sharply as she finally found herself behind you.
"It's okay, really, it doesn't matter what you've done… It matters to me that you're comfortable. That you feel safe is all, I can be as slow as you want me to be, and I can stop whenever you need" She said as her thumbs rubbed small circles into your lower back
Your head fell forward as you gave a slightly defeated moan, you missed her touch even though you had just felt it less than an hour ago, you could hear her contain her giggle that she began working with soft circles into harder smaller ones pressing deeply into your back. You're just stuck there reveling in it, you felt safe and sound in her hands she had told you she wanted you to be safe.
"You're doing just fine, lean into me, sweaty…am I- I'm pushing too hard?" she panicked as she saw your head come back up swiftly with a sharp breath to follow
"Miss Harris-are you lesbian?" You ask continuing your little game, as you look back, the feeling of her hands try and press deeper into your skin
"No, bisexual, you've seen my photos from my days at Howard" She said as she smiled and you smiled back
"How about I make you say my name, since my hands only get me so far" She said as if to say you didn't respond to them, because you definitely did
She removed her hands in front of you around you were both eye to eye and staring deeply into each other. Her hands didn't leave your body once instead of rubbing small circles on your back they untucked his shirt from your pants and found their way under it pressing and running along the sensitive area below your chest and above your pelvis the sudden sensation making you Buck your hips in an attempt to get any sort of pleasure other than what she was giving you.
" oh, you like all the rewards with no risk?" she said teasingly it's her hands found the Hem of your bra
" or I just want to see how you're going to make me say your name?" you said in response keeping your playful and sensual exterior but inside your mind you're racing that you were saying all of this to her at all
You didn't hate the situation, you just hated that it was actually happening now. On Christmas Eve.
"If I had known that you wanted this before, this may have been our third or fourth time doing it. But I think I like this a lot more. We're trapped here together. We have mutual feelings, we're both adults. We've been stressed out and working hard, as if it's not a good way to spend Christmas Eve?" Kamala said as she began kissing down your neck starting at your jawline, all the while her hand still playing at the seams of your bra slowly making their way around to the class
you stand there, taking in the pure sensation of her hands and her lips against your skin. Every inch of your body on fire, all the while her lips left marks along your neck, the faded remnants of her lipstick staining your skin.
"You can touch me if you want to, I like receiving pleasure just as much as I like giving it, but I have to admit I like giving it a lot more" she said her voice husky, and she lifted her head for a moment and went back
your bra fell loosely towards the front of your blouse, you hadn't even noticed she'd unclasped it. She lets out a small giggle, noticing how your body shivered when you felt the strap of your bra full. You were going through with this she was undressing you kissing you talking you through it…
Your hands begin to slowly move, trying to embrace her, but you only find your every movement makes it easier for you to be undressed.
" You are such an amazing woman you know that Jessica, I never knew somebody could be so intelligent and beautiful like this all at the same time" she said making you blush deeply
"You want to lay down?' She asked, her lips never moving from your skin as you nod, knowing that if she kept going with whatever she was planning, your legs would give out
She stands up to walk you towards the bed, she holds you as you lay down, and she takes a moment to straddle you. Her weight seemingly enough to crush you, but you, you help more than comfortable.
"This okay? " She said, staring you in the eyes
Although she was a politician, it felt like she genuinely cared.
"Yeah"
"Good, now I'm going to help get your shirt off, I just want you to relax, enjoy this" Kamala said almost in a motherly tone as her hands started slowly down your chest moving ever so slowly towards your breast.
Beneath the shirt, your breast lay loose and bare. The coolness of your fabric scraping against them. She laughed, feeling the hardened peaks beneath, and how they imprinted through your shirt.
Her heads were slow as you tried not to look at how her fingers masterfully slipped the button you'd normally struggle to clasp out of its hole with practiced ease. Then she worked through the rest like nothing, the cool air hitting your front like a tidal wave, her hands making warm imprints where they landed, making you jump.
"You've never been touched like this before, have you?" She questioned as you looked away ashamed, the way she asked made you feel ashamed, but you knew she was asking to help you
"Look at me, Jess anything I ask you is because I want this to be a good experience for the both of us, you probably think I ask because I don't want allegations, but I ask because you are younger than me, you are my guest, you are all I could ask for on Christmas Eve… and I hope I can be all you could ever want" She said as she began lowering herself down to you, her lips meeting yours for the first time in a small short-lived peck on the lips.
You try to lean deeper into the kiss but find she isn't there anymore.
"I don't want you to get use to my lips just yet, I want to take things slow, find out what you really like so you'll say my name" Kamala said as her lips found your neck again, her soft sucking landing right where her lipstick stain your skin
As she continued down and her fingers found your Twin Peaks, you let out soft moans, your hips pushing upwards to try to meet hers, but you found no relief in your efforts.
"You are so beautiful, you know that, I can't believe I'm actually getting to see you like this. It's been ages since I started thinking of you…" She said, her voice husky and eager as her head raised, and she looked up at you
You pull your head up to meet hers, you notice the trail she'd left stopped just before the most sensitive area on your body. The one she'd touched while you were standing over the stove, the one area she seemed to be drawn to most.
"Only if you want to" Kamala's voice came as a ringing in your ear, your shirt was open and your bra removed, your whole upper body exposed to her but still her eyes never left yours and the words ran through your mind.
This wasn't how you imagined your first time, nonetheless, being with her.
"I-" you paused for a moment, fear gripping your heart as you contemplated how this would change everything. You could stop here, and tell her that you weren't comfortable, but that would be a lie, and on the other hand you could carry on and possibly lose yourself in a game you weren't ready to play.
Either way, you wanted this, and there was no reward without a risk.
"I do…" you let your heart speak as Kamala returned a smile as she slowly moved herself from atop of you, she stood over you while you leaned back onto your elbows, watching her every move.
She undid your pants and let the flaps hang open as you quickly pushed your hips up and watched her fingers curl and scrape at your skin as she took hold of your pants and panties, slowly pulling them down.
"Who are you shaving for?" She said distracting you from her hand moving towards your core, before you can go to answer you feel her finger flick against you sending a jolt through you
You gasp, feeling how sensitive that area was.
"Nobody…" You say bashfully as you fall back onto the plush comforter of the bed
"Mmm hmm…" that simple mannerism sending pleasure shooting through you as her lips meant you
"I want you to be as loud as you want, tell me what you like, tell me if you need me to stop…" Kamala
She knelt down in front of you, her hands digging into your full figured hips, her nails sure to leave a mark. As her face flush against your core, finding its pace and path around you with malicious intent, Kamala's breathing interspersed between your own
As fast as you were breathing, someone would have thought you were almost there.
Her slow kisses down your clit travel further down, new sensations make you shake, your body tensing in retreat.
"Need a minute? Or are you just eager?" She asks her face never looking up and her rhythm and path continuing, to no response
The sound of her lips meeting your then leaving grew distant as she stopped her motion. Her hands never leave you though, you want to look up and understand why she stopped, but it was hard enough to catch your breath than try to look up at her too. She was driving you nuts, and you required release, you wanted release. But you weren't the demanding type, you liked how she'd ask you to do things, and you'd do them good or bad, and she'd still praise you.
You like when she praises you. You liked when she would touch you, like she didn't know what it did to you. You loved the look in her eyes whenever you did something, even your voice she praised when she heard it.
It was a match made in heaven, your love for acts of service missing with ease with her words of affirmation.
"Jessica, I'm not going to keep going until you answer me…" She said the same devilish twist in it, just like how it sounded,
"If you don't answer me, I won't ask again" She said, this time it echoed off the walls and made you scream inside, your body shot up from the comforter leaving a mangled imprint
"Please, stop touching me! I want you to stop acting like you aren't my boss, I don't want you to-be listened to, I want you to act like you owe me nothing. This is my job! Call me whatever you want, you don't care about my name, or what I want, I WANT TO BE YOURS!" You say as you slide off the bed onto the floor, your hands landing on her shoulders as she moved to catch you
You were frustrated.
As you looked into her eyes, they looked glossy, her gaze fixed and pupils small, she didn't say anything. She just began to smile as her hands started up the length of your spine, stopping not once for anything, you arch your back and close your eyes. Reveling in the contact.
"Okay sweaty" She says her voice stained with lust, as the air she blew from her parted lips self like a dull blade, just aching to cut you
Her hands find the nape of your neck, her fingers getting tingles in your hair, her nails running along your scalp. Until her grip clinched shut around a bundle of your hair, your head following her pull.
"Since you want me to make you do something I will, I want you to say my name, like I asked you before. You always have been so obedient, but you seem to have forgotten your place, especially around me. Now what are you supposed to call me?" She said as her hand stayed tightly wound in your hair, and her over hand finding its way to your slick center.
Her hands were cold, but you were burning hot, you tried to breathe normally as her fingers started to find your clit between your throbbing lips. You moaned as she began to pull harder, in turn you tilted your pelvis forwards you began riding her hand, as she pushed harder against you.
"Good girl, get up and lay on the bed, now" her voice a growl as her hand moved from between you to cupping you, her fingers pulling at area's you never thought existed, her hand pulling up keeping the pressure
You follow her movements, you give sharp breaths whenever she squeezes tighter, or you move out of place. Before you know it, you're being laid back on the bed and turned over
"Keep your eyes closed, you don't need to see anything, you just have to let me do what I want. I don't bite, unless you want me to" She said her hands releasing their positions
You lay there on your front, exposed to Kamala, all your shame for her to see. The embarrassment made your chest tight, but the yearning to see her eyes when she touched you, a lost want.
"Hard or soft?" You heard Her voice, usually steady and clear, dipped into a sultry whisper, each word dripping with desire. The soft tremble in her tone sent shivers down his spine, as if every breath she took was laced with the unspoken promise. It was a voice that caressed your senses, low and husky, carrying the heat of her longing straight to your core
"Hard" You say the wave of unease settling over you as you hear the rustle of her clothes, and the barely audible sound of them falling from her body
You want to look.
"Jessica if you look at me, I will spank you, just because you're a grown woman doesn't me you can't be punished" She said as her hands found our wrists and brought them behind your back, pressing them crossed over one another into you
You find it harder for your body to tense.
"Spread your legs, keep 'em' that way" She commanded her other hand slapping lightly at your thighs, as you obeyed
Her hands were bonnie and leather like, but they were soft and ran smoothly around you. At that moment, as you feel the tips of her fingers enter you, you try to breathe, but she adds another. You weren't used to it, but the slight pain turned to pleasure as she began a relentless pace through you.
"Tell me how it feels?"
"I-I don't know…" You said as you tried to pull your hips up to close your legs around her, but her bare leg found way pressed against you, her pace quickening as she did so
"I bet it feels good… you don't moan unless you want more" She observed as you bit down hard on your lip, knowing she was right.
"Get loud I want to know I'm doing something right" She said as you began to let the moans loud been holding in escape your lips, her fingers working in waves inside of you
"Kamala-" You breathlessly moaned as you fell heat build in your pelvis
"Oh, so now I like using my name?" She said this time, instead of her pace quickening, her force became harder. The sound of your moistness sloppily dripping onto the hardwood floors below you.
Your moans come quicker and your eye4's clinch shut, she uses her full weight to hold your arms still and continue her brutal pace. Your body shakes as you know you're about to cum
"Come on do hold yourself" She said as you can hear her ragged breaths as she keeps the pace, she releases your arms uses her now free hands to play with you
You feel a warm liquid run down your inner thighs as you let out a slight scream, and your eyes roll back. Your arms weak as you try to grip the comforter, you lay trying to allow the feeling to return to your legs, while her fingers slide from you and begin running small circles on your back.
"How was that?" She questioned as you felt her bare body lean onto you, her body keeping your cooling one warm as you gathered yourself.
"Amazing…" You say, still not looking at her, she takes notice and pulls your chin around as far as possible to kiss you
"Who cares about how old we are, or if you work for me or not, you deserve someone who gets and cherishes you…" She began as you smile when she pulls away
You couldn't tell if she was saying she wanted to be with you or what.
"Thank you" You say as she flips the both of you over onto her back, she was sure that she held to you like a baby as you lay across her chest
"Do you want to see where things go with us?" You freeze and goosebumps cover your skin
You didn't hesitate with your answer though
"Yes" You say to her smiling response
"Good n-" She began but stopped when the hollow sound of a constant hum made its way through the room, you both look upwards at her nightstand
Her phone screen lit up and went off rapidly, she quickly moved to grab it, returning to you. Curiously, you peak at her phone and watch as her expression grows grim and her grip on your wrist tightened. You adjust to see why her expression had changed.
But as you see what it is, your expression turns.
"H-how…" You say, unable to form much else to say
The photo you two looked at attached to a tabloid website article, you and Kamala kissing in the kitchen, you're sitting on the counter and her between your legs, her hands visible pulling you close. Kamala keeps scrolling, finding just two more pictures, one of her helping stir the pop, and the last of you watching her hands as she cooks.
You go to say something until the notifications begin to pop up, slower, you're able to read a few.
-- Kamala Harris poll numbers see boost from recent scandal –
-- Trump tweets "She's the devil, look how she manipulates that young women" –
— Kamala Harris, not spending Christmas alone? —
"Kamala?" You ask, unsure of what to do
"Don't worry about it, l-let's just go to sleep" She says as she puts her phone on silent, and she puts her phone down
You both lay there in silence, you close your eyes and try to silence your mind. You're content, and wanted to stay that way, but the more you tried to keep calm the more you wanted to scream.