"So, Miss Kennard, do you think that after my senior staff has left tonight, you and I could have a private meeting in the Oval Office? There is… um… some Presidential ‘release’ that I would like to tackle with you." Bette whispered suggestively very close to Tina’s ear.

"Well, it will be my pleasure, Madam President. If you think I can give you a ‘hand’ in some particular area…" The blonde faced her and responded in a low and sexy voice accompanied with a double raise of her eyebrows.

"I do, Miss Kennard, I certainly do." Bette assured, her body instinctly responding to her wife’s arousing tone as she tightened her grip and pulled her closer between her legs. She continued, her hot breath tickling her lover’s ear.

"And believe me when I say that I would greatly appreciate you giving me a ‘hand’ in more than one area."

The brunette let out an audible sigh as Tina leaned back into her, and gasped when she felt the blonde take her hand and slide it under the waistband of her shorts and between her thighs. When her fingers came in contact with her partner’s arousal, she was lost.

"As you may notice, Madam President, you already have my total and unfailing attention… And to quote a well known and talented political author, ‘I serve at the pleasure of the President’!" Tina said, her voice turning hoarse on the last words, as she closed her eyes and revelled in her partner’s touch.

"God, Tina… What you’re doing to me…" Bette let out before attacking Tina’s earlobe with her teeth and tongue.

This adding to the fact that Bette’s hand was anything but inactive, Tina was soon unable to retain any longer the deep moan that she had been struggling to hold back, and she buried her face into her lover’s neck to try to muffle her very intimate response.

Bette was beyond aroused and the vibrations caused by her wife’s moan against her neck almost took her over the edge. A few milliseconds of lucidity reminded her that their friend was mere seconds from returning to the backyard and that she unfortunately had to stop their heated activities. She started to withdraw her hand but Tina caught her wrist.

"Don’t you dare, Porter!" She muttered, her eyes still closed.

"Um, T… I’d love nothing else than leave my hand right where it belongs, but I’m afraid that if we keep this show on the road, we might end up giving Alice a little preview of her most dreaded Portard porn collection!" Bette whispered back, quoting Jobadge’s brilliant phrase to emphasize to her wife the fact that their current occupation was rather inappropriate considering the upcoming arrival of the gang.

That seemed to work as Tina let go of her partner’s wrist, yet not without an audible groan of frustration.

Bette straightened Tina’s clothes, then she kissed the spot right below her ear, and whispered sweetly 

"I’ll make it up to you later on, baby. And the first thing I’ll do is show you in my very special way my own Pledge of Allegiance to one Miss Tina Kennard!"

TBC…