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Authors name: JT Langdon (trekkerjt@aol.com)
Story title : Westwing: To Protect and Serve

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Westwing: To Protect And Serve
by JT Langdon


Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. I just took 
them out for a little spin and had them do naughty 
things to each other. 

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There was nothing the Secret Service cherished more 
than silence and Special Agent Gina Tuscano savored the 
moment Fate had given her. She glanced at the clock on 
the nightstand beside the bed and smiled when she 
learned it was just after midnight. For once she was in 
bed at a sensible hour! Her assignment -the rather 
sterile euphemism she used when referring to Zoey 
Bartlet- was safe and secure in the room across the 
hall, in for the night with a class first thing in the 
morning. Gina had the latter to thank for her moment of 
silence and the first real chance at a good night's 
sleep, and though she loved her work she needed this 
time to herself.

Eighteen months of intense training for this assignment 
had not fully prepared her for guarding Zoey Bartlet. 
That woman was a bundle of fire. Gina felt more like a 
firefighter than a Secret Service Agent ... just 
struggling to keep up with the flames. She realized 
Zoey was no different than the hundreds of other first-
year college students and could certainly sympathize. 
It hadn't been that long since she'd been in college. 
She understood that impatient feeling, the need to 
explore the new and exciting world that had just been 
revealed. 

God knows she'd done her share of exploring in 
college...  and even made some discoveries about 
herself that would have profound ramifications in the 
years to follow. But even though she understood that 
didn't mean she had to be thrilled about the parties 
... the late night sessions in the student union. She 
didn't want to deprive Zoey of the college experience 
but then she wasn't a tour guide through life, either. 
Her job was to keep Zoey safe no matter the cost ... 
and that included her life.

Of course, she didn't blame her assignment for 
everything. It wasn't Zoey's fault her father was the 
President of the United States and-because of that-she 
was in danger. Her father had taken stands on hot-
button issues like abortion and gay rights that were 
sure to enflame the more radical segments of society. 
The most recent threats stemmed from Zoey's involvement 
with her father's personal aide, a handsome young man 
who also happened to be black. That relationship had 
caused enough of a stir that some scheduled events had 
been postponed and extra security had been added.

Gina didn't like it. She didn't like giving in to the 
hate some people espoused. But it was just too 
dangerous. The people making the threats would also 
make good on those threats. She had no doubt of that. 
These were the kind of people who set fire to black 
churches and detonated car bombs outside Federal 
buildings. The life of Zoey Bartlet would mean nothing 
more to them than free publicity for their cause. Those 
kind of people frightened her ...  and made her job 
that much harder.

Gina rolled over with a frustrated grunt. In her line 
of work chances of getting some actual rest were few 
and far between, so when one presented itself it was 
best to take advantage of it. But she couldn't unwind! 
Her mind was still whirring at a mile a minute, focused 
on work ... on her assignment ... on protecting Zoey. 
She just couldn't shut down. Thoughts ran through her 
brain like water pouring out of a faucet. That was one 
of the traps of the job.  She was trained to be on her 
toes, physically and mentally, at all times. That 
served her well more often than not but she ran the 
risk of burn out if she couldn't turn it off now and 
then. 

Shifting under the bedcovers, Gina decided she liked 
the feel of the flannel sheets against her naked flesh, 
and not for the first time longed to have someone under 
the covers with her. That was another sacrifice she had 
made for her career. There was no room for personal 
relationships. She couldn't devote enough of her time 
or herself to another person and still do her job, and 
while she doubted someone patient enough to tolerate 
that kind of life even existed it still wouldn't be 
fair to them. 

And there was another reason ... a darker reason ... 
one that kept her from forming emotional attachments. 
She put her life at risk every day. The last thing she 
wanted was for a lover to get that call in the middle 
of the night explaining she had been killed in the line 
of duty. Gina couldn't ask anyone to shoulder that 
burden. So she slept alone. But she was still a woman 
with needs that would drive her insane if ignored too 
long, but those were needs she could take of herself 
... and that was another reason a moment of silence was 
something to be treasured. 

The sound of urgent voices crackling over her radio set 
put the kibosh to those plans and Gina pulled her hand 
back from that place she wanted so much for it to 
remain. She was alert in an instant.  Slipping the 
earpiece into place, Gina listened for a moment and 
heard comments two suspicious-looking figures seen 
loitering around the dormitory. She waited for a break 
in the conversation then chimed in. 

"Tuscano, here," Gina said. "What's the situation?"

The pause and static that followed sent a shiver of 
apprehension down her back, and then a familiar voice 
sounded in her ear. 

"Campus security spotted two white males near the dorm 
entrance," one of the agents on the ground floor 
informed her.

"Shit." Gina got out of bed. The night air might have 
felt wonderful against her naked breasts under 
different circumstance but now it was more a nuisance. 
She pulled on a pair of black denim jeans and a 
sweatshirt, then shrugged into the shoulder holster 
that housed her Glock 9mm. The rules of engagement for 
a field agent in her position permitted her to 
discharge a weapon at her discretion. She would if she 
had to.

Focused and prepared for the worst, Gina padded 
barefoot across the hall and pounded on the door of 
Zoey's dorm room. 

"Zoey? It's Gina. I'm coming in." Gina didn't wait for 
a response, using her key to open the door then 
stepping inside in one fluid motion. Her Glock was 
easily accessible. She searched the darkness for 
movement but found none until her gaze fell on the bed 
where the woman still in it reached for the bedside 
table and turned on the light. The expression that 
greeted her was not a pleased one.

"What's wrong?" Zoey asked groggily. 

"Maybe nothing," Gina said. "Just hold tight until the 
agents downstairs check it out."

Zoey mumbled something inaudible -but no doubt crude- 
in response to that, flinging off the covers then 
stumbling out of bed.  Her pajamas consisted of a black 
tank top and matching cotton panties that clung to her 
firm, eighteen-year old figure to show off even the 
subtlest of curves. She had slim hips and petite 
breasts, like tennis balls, those perfect rounds 
stretching the tank top in just the right places.

Though Gina had seen Zoey like that before, she was 
unprepared for the effect the sight of her assignment 
so scantily clad stirred within her now. Feelings like 
that for another woman were nothing new; having them 
for someone under her protection was unprofessional and 
unacceptable. She glanced off to the side, pretending 
to inspect the room for intruders ... but despite her 
best efforts Gina couldn't help looking the other woman 
over once again. The second time around she liked what 
she saw even more and had to concentrate even harder to 
suppress the hunger growing within her.

"You know I have to get up early tomorrow," Zoey 
growled. She crossed the room and got a Diet Coke from 
the small refrigerator beside the desk.

"Yeah, Zoey. I know. I have your entire class schedule 
memorized."

"You really need to get a life."

Gina laughed. There was nothing bitter in Zoey's tone, 
just the frustration of having been wakened in the 
middle of the night by an armed Federal agent. The sad 
thing about it was this wasn't the first time the two 
of them had been in this situation.

"Now what would I do with a life?" Gina asked. 

"Good point," Zoey said. She downed more of her Coke 
then assumed a thoughtful pose. It was at times like 
that she resembled the President. "All this security is 
because I'm involved with Charlie, isn't it?"

"No," Gina said. "All this security is because the 
world is full of assholes."

That got a laugh. 

"Still," Zoey said, "these threats ... the protests. 
It's because I'm dating a black guy."

"Yeah."

"It's fucking stupid."

"Yeah."

"You won't tell my father I said that?"

"I'm your agent, not his," Gina said, grinning. "I've 
made that clear to him."

Zoey returned the smile. She sat down on the edge of 
the bed, can of soda clasped between her hands. "I hate 
this. It's nobody's business who I'm sharing a bed 
with, and Charlie and I haven't even ..." Her words 
trailed off into awkward silence.

"Haven't what?" Gina teased.

Before Zoey could answer there was a loud bang outside. 
It might have been a balloon popping or even a car 
backfiring ... but Gina was on the move even before the 
last echoes of that unidentified sound faded into the 
night. She dove at Zoey and took them both to the 
floor, covering the younger woman's body with her own 
as the can of Diet Coke rolled across the floor.

"Gina, what-"

"Quiet," Gina snapped. She could feel her heart 
thumping in her chest and she was breathing in short, 
ragged gasps. Her actions had been instinctive, the 
result of fierce training, but now that she had time to 
think about the situation Gina gradually became aware 
of Zoey underneath her, their bodies mashed together, 
bosom to bosom, lips just inches apart. It would have 
required no effort on her part to kiss that lush-
looking mouth.

Time seemed to slow down ... stretch on forever ... 
then a voice rescued Gina from the dangerous thoughts 
running through her mind. 

"Agent Tuscano?"

"Go ahead," Gina said.

"All clear."

Gina breathed a sigh of relief. She got to her feet 
then helped Zoey off the floor. The woman looked a 
little shaken but none the worse for wear ... in other 
words, alive, which at the end of the night was all 
that mattered. 

"You all right?"

"Um, yeah," Zoey replied, nodding slowly.

Gina made sure that was true then spoke into the 
microphone up her sleeve. "Copy, team two. The package 
is secure. What the hell is going on down there?"

"Aw, just a couple of kids setting off firecrackers. 
We've turned them over to Campus Security."

"You should have shot them," Gina growled.

"I copy, Agent Tuscano. But you know the kind of 
paperwork you have to fill out when you take down a 
civilian."

Gina laughed. "Roger that. I'm putting the package to 
bed. Tuscano out." She looked over at Zoey and smiled. 
Some color was returning to the younger woman's face, 
which was a good sign, but she still looked a bit out 
of sorts.

"I hate this. I just fucking hate this."

"I know, Zoey," Gina said. "I know. Why don't you try 
and get some rest now?"

"Are you kidding?" Zoey exclaimed. "How am I supposed 
to get to sleep after that? My pulse is racing about a 
mile a minute and I think I'm going to be sick."

"You want me to stay awhile? Keep you company?"

"No," Zoey said. She took a deep breath and released 
it, waving her off. "No ... I'm fine. I guess we both 
should get some sleep, huh?"

"Probably, yeah."

"All right. Good night, Gina."

"Good night, Zoey." Gina started for the door.

"Wait."

Gina turned and looked at the woman standing in front 
of her. The professional in her should have seen an 
assignment, someone to protect, but the woman in her 
had taken over for the time being and what she saw was 
a beautiful, intelligent, sexual creature that she very 
much wanted to hold. She blamed her loss of control on 
the emotional strain of the last few minutes but deep 
down Gina knew she couldn't have prevented the urges 
bubbling up within her even after a long, fitful rest.

"Is something wrong?" 

Zoey considered that for a moment then said, in a 
whisper, and with some incredulity, "You would have 
given your life to save mine."

"Yes," Gina said. There was no other answer.

"Why?"

"It's my job."

"But how ... how do you do it?"

"I don't know, Zoey, " Gina replied with a slight shrug 
of her shoulders. "I just do it; I don't think about 
it."

"My life shouldn't be worth more than yours."

Gina sighed. She couldn't explain to herself much less 
Zoey her logic in this matter. It was something she 
felt, deep down, and did not question. There were just 
no words to describe the sense of honor and service 
that came from protecting the President's daughter. But 
her silence on the issue did nothing to comfort Zoey 
and Gina sensed the young woman needed that much more 
than an explanation. She thought a moment then folded 
Zoey into her arms, running her fingers through matted 
brown hair as she murmured wordless reassurances that 
things would be all right. The face crushed into her 
chest looked up at her with an expression that spoke of 
innocence and longing at the same time.

The next logical step happened with such ease that Gina 
could do nothing to prevent it. Perhaps it had been 
inevitable from the moment she had looked at Zoey as a 
woman like herself and not an assignment to protect. 
She couldn't be sure. But no matter the exact time nor 
the particular reasons, before Gina had time to 
consider the ramifications of her actions she found 
herself leaning closer to Zoey then their mouths came 
crashing together in a hot, passionate kiss. 

In no time at all she was entranced by the taste and 
feel of Zoey's lips, so tender and sweet, but willing 
... more than willing ...  opening to her without 
hesitation. Their tongues slithered over each other in 
mutual need and both of them grunted under the strain.  
Hands more confident than Gina ever would have imagined 
slid over her waist but stopped just short of fondling 
her bottom, something she wouldn't have minded in the 
least. But even the feel of them resting on her hips 
was enough to warm her insides.

Gina could have gone on kissing Zoey all night. But 
somehow, in the midst of that raging storm of desire, 
the professional Secret Service agent she had once been 
took over long enough for her to pull back, though not 
without a groan of protest from each of them.  She 
stood there for a long time, fighting for breath ... 
fighting for control. Things never should have gotten 
this out of hand.

"I'd better go," Gina whispered. 

Zoey reached out and touched her cheek. "You don't have 
to."

"No. But I should."

"Please. Spend the night with me."

Gina took one final stab at resisting temptation then 
Zoey made the decision for her, pulling her into a kiss 
that melted that last of her resolve. She had no choice 
now ... no choice but to see this through to the end. 
The wagging tongue passing over hers made that choice 
seem more and more reasonable. Her experienced hands 
went for the hips she had admired before and she pulled 
Zoey tight against her, their bodies grinding together 
as the kiss deepened ever more. There was no turning 
back.

It took little effort to get Zoey out of her tank top. 
Gina pulled it up and lifted it over her head, baring a 
pair of small, delicious-looking breasts. She buried 
her face in Zoey's cleavage, breathing in the scent of 
her new lover ... clean and fresh, like spring rain 
falling first thing in the morning. It was divine.

Impatient fingers combed through her hair, urgent, 
pleading, wanting so much more. So Gina gave in to 
their demands, finding a breast and ravishing it. She 
moved from one to the other, hunger taking over where 
good sense had once reigned. Her lover had small 
nipples, like pebbles, and Gina flicked them with her 
tongue until both of them had stiffened. Seizing one of 
those hardened nubs between her lips, Gina sucked on it 
until her lover cried out, then she moved over to the 
other one, repeating her actions right down the last 
stroke.

She continued the tortuous treatment until her young 
lover was whimpering with need and the scent of womanly 
arousal began to fill the air.  Her nostrils flared at 
the first whiff. She had to get at that pussy.

Gina gave Zoey's breast one more playful nip then she 
got down on her knees, putting her face right in the 
other woman's crotch. The black cotton panties Zoey 
wore could not contain the furnace of desire burning 
within much longer, not if the thick musk that greeted 
her was any indication. She noticed, upon closer 
inspection, that the front of Zoey's panties were 
soaked and Gina leaned forward ...  pressing her lips 
into the moist fabric. Her lover sighed.  

Taking her own sweet time, Gina pulled down Zoey's 
black cotton panties like she was unwrapping a birthday 
present. Her fingers trembled with excitement as she 
glimpsed more and more of that hot, wet slit. She 
inhaled the fragrant woman-scent, getting high off the 
fumes as she rolled the black panties over those slim 
hips until at last her lover stood there naked. 

Gina stared into the heart of Zoey's womanhood, 
awestruck. She had never seen such a beautiful cunt in 
her life. It was perfect! The netherlips were thick and 
opened up like a blossoming rose to reveal a glimpse of 
the pink wet interior. She reached out and ran her 
fingers through the thick bush of hair that covered 
Zoey's mound and Zoey sucked in a sharp, hissing breath 
in response to her touch.

"Oh ... Gina," Zoey rasped.

Though Gina wanted nothing more than to push her face 
into that warm, wet place she refused to be rushed. 
There was more than enough time for her to get her 
mouth on that delectable pussy, but for now she had 
other plans.

Placing a kiss on Zoey's remarkably flat tummy, Gina 
pulled herself to her full height and stood before her 
naked lover with a look of determination. She urged 
Zoey into bed and waited until the other woman was 
settled before starting to undress, taking her time, 
removing her shoulder holster and radio set and putting 
them on the nightstand where she could get at them just 
case. Even with a beautiful woman sprawled across the 
bed, naked, wanting her, the Secret Service agent 
within her was still fighting to be heard.

She pulled off her sweatshirt in spite of that inner 
voice, letting Zoey get an eyeful of her larger, softer 
breasts. The look of hunger that flickered over the 
younger woman's face made it clear Zoey couldn't wait 
to get her mouth on them ... and Gina couldn't wait to 
have Zoey's mouth on her! She gave her lover another 
moment to ogle her then unsnapped her black denim jeans 
and let them fall to the floor. Zoey whimpered from the 
bed and Gina smiled.

"You like?"

"Uh huh."

Gina laughed and climbed into bed, snuggling up beside 
her lover, on her side, head propped up on one elbow. 
She stared down into Zoey's eyes for a long time, 
seeing the warmth there ... the desire...  the 
affection. It was the combination of those things that 
sent her mind reeling and it took her a moment to 
recover, but when she did Gina found the wherewithal to 
bend down and capture Zoey's lips in a kiss that shamed 
all others before it. Her lover moaned into the kiss, 
needing it so much Gina upped the ante without further 
ado.  She worked a hand between Zoey's thighs and 
teased the damp flesh she discovered there. Zoey arched 
against her in search of a firmer touch.

"Yes!" Zoey cried. "Gina ... yes! Oh please. Fuck me!"

Gina was more than eager to oblige. She sank her 
fingers into Zoey's waiting hole, so wet and ready she 
met no resistance, where she adopted a frantic pace 
that had her lover writhing on the bed in ecstasy. Her 
fingers danced inside that burning hot pussy, making 
crude squishing noises that mixed with Zoey's groans to 
fill the room with the sounds of intense, passionate, 
primal sex. She drove Zoey to the brink of climax in no 
time doing her like that, feeling the young vaginal 
muscles clenching around her fingers in pre-orgasmic 
fits. That was her cue to back off and she eased up 
despite Zoey's frustrated grunts, grinning at the 
impatience her lover conveyed.

Stealing a kiss that bought her a few minutes grace, 
Gina scooted lower down the bed. Once down there Zoey 
spread for her, inviting her to explore that tight 
pussy. Gina wasted no time in accepting the invitation, 
putting her face into the thick of it and going down on 
that sweet quim like there was no tomorrow. She lapped 
at Zoey's cunt like a deer at a mountain stream, unable 
to slake her thirst. Her lover had a piquant, zesty 
taste and Gina couldn't get enough of it. A river of 
sweet juices flowed over her lips and she gulped it 
down with zeal, pushing Zoey to the edge again in the 
process. 

"Gina, please!" Zoey begged. "I'm dying here!"

Gina hated to see a woman suffer like that. She spread 
the slick netherlips with her fingers, exposing Zoey's 
clitoris. The little button was firm and aching to be 
touched ... she could just tell.  Leaning even closer, 
Gina lightly flicked the hard nub. That was enough to 
drag a moan across Zoey's lips. She smiled then gave 
more of the same, in abundance, lashing Zoey's clit 
with her tongue until her lover came with howl of 
pleasure loud enough to wake the entire campus. But 
Gina didn't care. She was to into loving Zoey now, 
pressing her lips to that engorged clit and sucking it 
until her lover came again. 

The sweetest nectar she had ever tasted oozed from that 
throbbing slit and Gina made sure to slurp up every 
last drop before crawling back up the bed to lay next 
to her lover once more. She immediately found herself 
on the receiving end of a searing kiss, one that left 
her gasping for breath.

"I thought I wore you out with that last one," Gina 
muttered.

Zoey laughed. "Not yet, you didn't. Let me prove it."

Rolling them both over, Zoey began to reciprocate. The 
kisses that ensued were soft and sweet, lasting for 
minutes at a time, each one making Gina shudder. She 
ran her hands down Zoey's back in long strokes, just 
needing to feel that smooth skin under her fingertips.  
Then her lover moved lower to suckle a breast and Gina 
banged her head back against the pillow, lost in a haze 
of pleasure as Zoey ravished her. The woman had a 
voracious appetite and moved from one breast to the 
other in order to sate it, as she had done, flicking 
the nipples, sucking them, just as she had done before. 
Then Zoey began nibbling on them, something she hadn't 
done ... but something she loved all the same. How did 
Zoey know that? Gina stroked hair now damp with sweat, 
encouraging her lover to do more. 

"Yes ... that's it, baby. Suck them just like that."

Zoey did just what she asked, feasting on her bosom 
like it was her last meal on Earth. That darting pink 
tongue fluttered over her nipples and she arched of the 
bed in the throes of pleasure, pushing more of her tit 
into that ravenous mouth. She could feel the tension 
building against her mons, and that just from having 
her breasts suckled! How she wanted that tongue inside 
her pussy!

As if reading her mind, Zoey moved down her body with 
soft, fleeting kisses, inching closer and closer to her 
aching cunt. Each touch of those lips elicited a moan 
of need then Zoey's lips were pressed into her mound 
and Gina thought she was going to explode. She grabbed 
a fistful of hair and pushed Zoey's mouth onto her, 
unable to wait another second! Her lover went to work 
at once, gobbling her up in greedy mouthfuls. Though 
Zoey's inexperience showed at times, the woman more 
than made up for it with sheer determination. That hot 
tongue delved into her even hotter quim, exploring the 
depths of her, finding those places that made her wild 
then attacking them without mercy. Zoey proved a quick 
study in the art of licking out a pussy and before long 
the tension that had been mounting so rapidly in the 
pit of her gut had Gina on the edge of a tremendous 
climax. She pounded her fists against the mattress.

"Yes! Yes! Zoey! Oh God!"

Gina reached down to rub her clit but Zoey stopped her 
before she could get to it, snaring the hardened nub 
between soft lips and sucking it. That was all it took 
to get her off. Gina arched off the bed as a surging 
climax tore through her cunt, ripping her to pieces and 
leaving her gasping for breath. The room around here 
became nothing but a blur of images, surreal, vague 
impressions of reality and then came the sensation of 
falling ... falling ... into the abyss ...  head 
spinning ... ears ringing ... and in the middle of the 
maelstrom there was Zoey's mouth on her cunt, bringing 
her off again and again until she was a mass of spent 
flesh in the middle of the bed.

In the wake of such tumultuous love making sleep was a 
given and the two of them cuddled up together under the 
covers for some rest. Gina spooned herself against 
Zoey's backside and thread her arm under the other 
woman's shoulder, surprised and more than a little 
frightened at how natural the embrace seemed. She 
pressed her lips to the nape of Zoey's neck and her 
lover answered by rubbing that cute little but into her 
crotch. Both of them giggled.

"Cut that out, " Gina said.

"You started it."

"Did not."

"Did so."

Zoey grunted with mock indignant tones. "How did I 
start it?"

"By being so damned irresistible," Gina growled before 
kissing Zoey's neck again.

"Mmmm ... that's nice."

"Yes it is," Gina murmured, reaching around to cup a 
breast. "But you need to get some sleep. You have a 
class in the morning."

"I'd rather make love again."

"Didn't you get enough?"

"I don't think I could ever get enough of you," Zoey 
whispered.

Gina smiled in the darkness. She kissed Zoey once more 
while still holding a handful of supple flesh, her 
caresses becoming more insistent ... her lover becoming 
more impatient.

It looked like the President's daughter was going to 
miss class tomorrow, and as the Secret Service agent 
assigned to protect her Gina Tuscano would never reveal 
the reasons for that absence. She was, after all, the 
consummate professional.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sun, not thinking about adult situations.  

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