The scene in the Presidential bedroom in the Residence was quiet. There was the occasional sound of a page being turned,
but both Jed and Abbey were intent on their reading, she propped up against the bed pillows and he lounging in his favorite
chair. A casual observer would have been amused to watch as, simultaneously, both turned a page then reached up to push their
glasses back in place.
Jed sighed and threw the briefing folder on the table.
"That's it. I can't take any more of that tonight."
Abbey looked up. "What is it you can't take?"
"A study on the timber industry." He grinned. "Guaranteed to make you sleep like a log."
She rolled her eyes at him and directed her attention back to her own reading material.
"That was a pun. Get it?"
"Yeah," she replied in a repressive tone.
He came over and flopped across the bed, scattering the small pile of magazines.
"You sure get a lot of magazines." He scanned the glossy covers. "A lot of magazines that look exactly alike."
"This is my assigned reading," Abbey informed him. "Every month, Lilli gets all the women's magazines and marks the articles
I need to read so that I'll be up to speed on the concerns of the average American woman."
"We have that information. We do polling on women's issues."
"Really, Mr. President? So tell me what the average American woman wants."
Jed started to tick things off on his fingers, "Good schools. Health care. Equal pay and equal opportunity in the workplace.
Affordable child care. Financial security. Safety from crime and drugs. You know, the stuff we all want."
She should have known he would have a list at his fingertips. She was only surprised that he wasn't citing statistics. "And
all of those are very good answers. When the government pollster asks the questions."
"You're implying there's something we've missed."
"Apparently there is. When women pay good money for a magazine, they seem to have other concerns."
Jed looked skeptical, but he was willing to find out what the polls had omitted. "And you're going to enlighten me?"
"Yeah. On any given month, every one of these publications has articles on how to lose weight, look younger, and have better
hair. And all this is only the build up to the main feature, which is sex." Jed gave a shout of laughter, but she
ignored him. "The average American woman wants mind-blowing, earth-moving, scream with delight sex. And she is
being told how to get it, how to give it, and how much is never enough."
"Well, I don't see that there's much we can do about weight loss or hair styles, but I'm gonna get the guys on this sex
initiative first thing in the morning. In fact, I'm prepared to start doing my part tonight. Do you think there's an average
American woman somewhere in the building?" He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.
"You might need to read this first," Abbey said, shoving an open magazine toward him and pointing at a page.
He started reading, then muttered, "Done that," followed by, "Done that, too."
He read a bit further then looked up and shrugged his shoulders. "I've done that last thing, too, but I
really didn't think it was that great."
"You have not!" She grabbed the magazine back. "You haven't done any of these things. At least, not that I know of."
"Oh, but I did, sweetheart. I just did 'em in my head. The imagination is a great thing. In fact, that's all that article
is about. Imagination. These tips are just imaginative ways of doing the same things we learned to do in the back seat of
"So, you support the theory that the brain is the sexiest organ," Abbey laughed.
"I didn't say that. But, usually, where the thoughts lead, the body follows."
"So you can make anything sexy just by thinking of it in a certain way?" she asked.
"Yeah," Jed sounded pretty smug.
"I'm waiting for an example. And it better not be chocolate syrup or lace underwear or feather dusters."
"Okay." Jed paused and thought for a moment. "How about that timber report? It was so boring that I had trouble
remembering to turn the pages. But timber can become very, very sexy."
The look she gave him was skeptical, to say the least.
"Close your eyes and visualize what I am about to describe," Jed said softly.
She gave him an exasperated look.
"Close 'em." he demanded. Then he lowered his voice to a smooth, sexy drawl, saying, "A tree begins life as a sapling,
smooth and tender, yet tough and flexible. It seeks warmth and moisture to make it grow. From the forest floor
of thick, lush grass, it grows tall and sturdy, always increasing in girth and hardness. Loving hands nurture it, to be rewarded
by a tree towering with strength. And, when the time is right, it bursts forth in glorious bloom and sheds its seed,
yet remains resilient enough to do so over and over again."
She opened her eyes and smirked. "What's with the 'over and over again' part?"
"Abbey, have you never heard of poetic license? Besides, I am eternally optimistic."
She smiled and shook her head. "Well, I have to admit the timber thing is marginally sexy, but probably it was your
tone of voice more than anything else. I don't think you can do it again."
"Try me," he challenged.
"Just a second, let me think of something." Abbey picked up one of the magazines and started thumbing through it, looking
for an idea. She found one almost immediately.
"Car polish," she said, wondering what he could do with gooey white liquid.
"No test at all. Think about it, my dear. You squeeze the bottle. You apply the smooth, silky liquid over a gleaming surface
warmed by the sun. Then you rub with a repetitive circular motion. Undeniably sexy."
Abbey was reluctant, but she couldn't deny he had a strangely unique imagination. "Is this what you sit and think
about in the Oval Office while Leo does all the work?"
"I don't have to think about it. It's a talent. These things just come to me." Jed said mockingly. Then he
became defensive, snapping just a bit. "And Leo does not do all the work."
Abbey raised an eyebrown and turned back to the magazine. After looking through a few more pages, she finally
said, "Okay, try this. A jar of cherries."
"Hell, Abbey, I don't even have to do that one. Cherries are innately sexy. The FDA should make them include the warning
'sexually explicit food' on the label."
"Well, I can't find anything you can't spin." She was about to throw the magazine down when she came to a page of recipes
and one of them called for...
"A can of pork and beans," she said.
Jed repeated her words quizzically, "A can of pork and beans?"
"Yeah. Make that sexy." Abbey felt vindicated. He would never be able to make such a mundane item appealing.
Jed paused for just a moment, then smiled and began, "Well, first, there's the can. Smooth and a nice size to fit in your
hand. When you tip it, you can feel the contents move, rushing to respond to your touch. When the lid comes off, the seal
is released with a wonderful whooshing sound, like the indrawn breath of an excited lover. The contents, when revealed, are
ready and waiting for the insertion of the spoon. Dipping into the can, you should take only a few, so you can fully appreciate
them. The sauce runs over your tongue, tangy and sweet at the same time. When the sauce is gone, each delectably round and
perfect bean can be savored as it glides over the tongue. You nibble gently, exposing the sweet inner texture of the bean.
And there is always a surprise when you find a tiny chunk of pork. You hold it gently between your teeth, sucking..."
Abbey stopped him. "I give up. You are the master. Of what exactly, I do not know, but you are the master."
"Yep, I am. I told you, imagination is the key."
She tossed the magazine on the floor, and leaned back against the pillows, closing her eyes. The room was very quiet as
they both relaxed. Jed was still beside her, lying on his stomach. He placed his hand flat on her stomach, then moved it down
to the soft mound that protected her pubic bone. He pressed harder and felt her squirm.
"Abbey, are you using your imagination?"
"Yeah, I'm imagining that would feel a whole lot better without any clothes."
"Not yet. Just keep your eyes closed and relax. Let your body follow your thoughts."
He stayed as he was for the moment, still rubbing gently, then he moved closer and whispered, his breath warm against her
ear, "Think about pork and beans."
Abbey felt laughter bubble up, but it was choked back with a gasp as he placed his warm mouth on her breast. The silky
fabric of her nightgown was still between his lips and her skin, but the sensation was incredible.
What had he said? She recalled something about delectable round beans being savored as they glided over the tongue.
She could feel his tongue probing against the silk, seeking the nipple. Gliding over it again and again as it tightened.
She could feel her heart rate begin to creep up.
What was next? She could barely think. Nibble...expose the sweet inner texture...suck...
He was following his own directions to the letter, moving from one breast to the other. Nibbling, probing with his tongue,
then gently sucking. But he still did not move the nightgown away. The fabric clung wetly, exposing the taut, round
perfection of her breasts. God, he was driving her insane with his lips and tongue and that hand that kept wandering
over her lower body.
She couldn't stand it anymore. Abbey pushed him away and sat up to remove her nightgown.
"What's the matter? Did your imagination run away with you?" she could hear the triumph in his voice.
"What do you think?" she asked, torn between irritation and desire.
"Oh, yeah. Me too," he said as he rolled over onto his back and she saw the sizable bulge in his pajama pants.
Having discarded her clothes, she rolled over next to him and pushed down his pajamas and boxers, just enough to let his
erection spring forward. Imagination might be the key, but she was certainly thankful that she was not just imagining
this. She put her hands on either side of him, her thumbs barely rubbing the base of his aroused organ, the other fingers
pushing down through the mat of coarse hair and pressing against his groin.
She put her lips around him, teasing and sucking the tip, then moved downward to take him into her mouth. Her tongue darted
around him, and she felt him become even firmer. She moved her mouth up and down the shaft, creating gentle suction, until
she heard him moan.
Jed's voice was only a groan. "Abbey, you need to..."
Stop. After all these years, she knew the limits, although sometimes she crossed the line. But tonight she wanted him inside
her, hard and slick. With a last flick of her tongue against the head of his erection, she sat up.
Jed pushed his clothes completely off, then reached out his arms and pulled her over him. Abbey paused above his body as
he touched her, his fingers insistent against her moist warm flesh, stroking the pulsing nub hidden between her thighs.
Then his fingers were gone, and he was guiding himself into position, so she could lower herself onto his erection. He started
moving beneath her, but she stayed perfectly still, reaching down to stop his bucking hips.
"Jed. Let me do it."
Abbey moved up and down, slowly, as Jed fought to remain motionless. With each downward movement, she pulled him in
completely, tilting her pelvis so that her most sensitive areas received all the contact and stimulation they needed. The
pressure was building with each arc, but she resisted the desire to move faster. Past experience had taught her that
controlling the sensations made them more powerful. The desperate desire of her burning arousal begin to spread.
As if knowing it, Jed moved his hands from her thighs and reached up, rubbing his hands over her breasts, squeezing gently.
Immediately, the ripples of sensation began to move upward through her belly, the waves growing stronger and stronger, and,
within moments, she was totally overwhelmed, giving in at last to complete ecstasy.
Jed moved his hands from her breasts, and pulled her down to him, kissing her firmly. Her lips parted and his tongue invaded
her mouth, thrusting deeply.
As he broke the kiss, he asked softly, "Was that good?"
She gave a satisfied sigh, "You have no idea how good."
"I'm hoping to find out."
He wrapped his arms tightly around her and began to move his hips, thrusting passionately. She knew she had twice brought
him to the brink, once with her mouth, then again as she slid up and down, arching her body over his with steady repetition. Now
she wanted him to enjoy the same wonderful release that she had just experienced. She tightened herself around him, contracting
her muscles as he thrust into her. He moved more and more quickly, until she couldn't keep up his pace. His thrusting increased
to a heated frenzy until she suddenly felt the throbbing as he began to climax. With each burst, he groaned, gripping
her hips as he filled her completely. Finally, his energy spent, he relaxed his arms and gently stroked her back.
"Bet the magazines can't beat that," he said.
The scene in the Presidential bedroom of Residence was quiet. Abbey had found a fresh nightgown, and was back in bed,
with the pillows flattened, already slipping into slumber. Jed came out of the bathroom, pulling on a robe over his pajama
She heard him open the bedroom door and asked sleepily, "Where are you going?"
"To the kitchen. I'm hungry."
"Jed..." she sat up a little and looked at him.
"I don't think you'll find any pork and beans," she grinned.
"No problem," he paused. "Maybe some cherries..."