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Monica Lewinsky: Moni and Me
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

This is another 'Vintage Geminiguy' story. I can even 
come close to its original writing date, not long 
after June 5th, 2003. Mention of Bill Clinton has 
popped up in a few threads reminding me of this story. 
I still have a huge crush on sexy Monica Lewinsky and 
I hope some of you still do, too. I even worked with a 
girl who looked like Monica but without her 38Ds... 
This one is longer than "Hey Little Sister..." but 
I'll try to edit it where possible. I really hope you 
enjoy it. (MF, 1st, oral, celeb-parody)

***

I've known Monica Lewinsky since the third grade. I 
know her better than anyone else, even her 
spokeswoman. Most people only know about the White 
House internship which made Moni infamous. There's 
more to her than that. Because I know Moni so well 
[and she's knows me so well, inversely], I can get 
away with cracking jokes at her expense. Don't get me 
wrong. I don't tease her in front of others. When it's 
just the 2 of us, then I let Moni have it.

Moni knows I don't mean any of it and when negative 
publicity tends to dampen her spirits, my teasing 
helps her put things in perspective. Not that I tease 
her all the time. We do have serious discussions. Moni 
says I'm a good listener and a lot of times that's all 
she really needs. Letting her talk can lead her to her 
own solution. It's kind of cool being best friends 
with someone 'famous'. Surprisingly, people recognize 
me because they'd see me with Moni. I've been asked 
for MY autograph even!

Moni was in the paper again today. The Daily News 
stated that "Monica Lewinsky turned down offers to 
review Hillary Clinton's book...even avoiding reading 
the excerpts that were leaked by the press". Hillary 
even talked about Moni to Barbara Walters Sunday in an 
interview. Moni has kept her feelings away from the 
press, but broke down to me. She was really depressed. 
"C'mon, Moni, it's just the same old crap rehashed 
over and over again," I assured Moni. "Nothing new." 

"I know," Moni said unconvincingly. 

"You know..." I began. 

"You've got to one up her, get ahead of her. Do 
something she wouldn't expect." 

"Oh, yeah," Moni said rolling her eyes. "What am I 
supposed to do, Jim?!" 

"Well, I've got 2 possibilities in mind," I replied. 
"Not that you'd like them..." 

Moni smiled. "Here it comes." 

"I'm serious," I asserted. "You don't want to hear any 
of it. You don't." 

Poking my side, Moni said "C'mon." 

"Well..." I said, pretending to hesitate. "No. I can't 
say anything. No way." 

"I need a good laugh right now," Moni said. "Don't 
keep me waiting. I'm serious." 

"I know you are," I agreed. "The first thing I had in 
mind was a recreation of the event. Hillary wouldn't 
ever touch that. At least, not what I have in mind..." 

Moni broke up laughing. "You mean like the Pamela and 
Tommy Lee video?" 

"More like a movie," I continued. "We really want to 
give buyers their money's worth. And make 'em horny 
for Monica." 

Laughing even harder, Moni said, "Go on, go on. Give 
me all the gory details!" 

"We go into what happened before, during and after." I 
put my hands out in front of me, making a 'time line'. 
My left hand is Before, my right During, then moving 
it to the right for After. Moni nodded, grinning. 

"Since even I don't even know the During you'll have 
to fill me in later," I said, "And to make the movie 
juicier, we'll probably make up stuff Before and 
After, Moni."

"Make up stuff?" Moni laughed. "This should be fun..."

[By the way, we were at Moni's place; it was after 
work and Moni was still in her matching jacket and 
above the knee skirt with a white blouse, unbuttoned 3 
buttons down. I could see Moni's bra white bra which 
hinted at the largeness of Moni's breasts. And she was 
rubbing her legs together noticeably...] 

"We start first thing in the morning," I began. "Alarm 
wakes you, you sit up, stretch. We can see the 
noticeable strain of your large... assets against your 
nightgown." 

"My large assets?" Moni gaped. "You - you've noticed?" 

"How could I not?" I admitted, somewhat embarrassed. 
"So anyway, you push back the covers and climb out of 
bed. The camera slowly follows you strip out of your 
nightgown, revealing your body for all to see before 
entering the bathroom." 

"There's only one problem with that scenario, Jim," 
Moni interjected, grinning. 

"There is?" I blinked. "What?" 

"I sleep in the nude, silly," Moni said, blushing 
slightly. "Well, sometimes I wear a sleep bra." 

"Even better!" I grinned. "Alarm wakes you. You sit 
up. The covers fall away, exposing your perfect 
breasts to our gaze, also the curve of your hip, part 
of your outer thigh..." 

"My perfect breasts?!?" Moni giggled. "What is it with 
you and my breasts?" 

"Hey, baby, what do you think guys are gonna focus 
on?" I teased. "It's part of the horny factor." 

Moni smiled. "Go on." 

"You'll be narrating the movie," I explained. "Your 
voice-over will say 'Sometimes I wear a sleep bra... 
I'm GLAD I didn't this morning'. Then you'll cup your 
tits... I mean you breasts... for a few moments. Then 
you push back the covers and climb out of bed, 
revealing your thickly-haired pubic mound. As the 
camera slowly follows you to the bathroom, the view 
shifts to your fine, swaying butt until you're out of 
view. 

"Now we're in the shower with you. You've already 
soaped up and you look relaxed. When the water hits 
your titties, your nipples harden. You say 'Oh... That 
always turns me on! I can't help myself!' A hand is 
between your legs suddenly.

"The camera zooms in as you insert your forefinger and 
middle finger into your cunny. Your other hand is in 
your butt crack. Your middle finger then enters your 
back door." 

"Wow..." Moni giggled. "Nothing has ever come near my 
brown bye! Never mind masturbating in the shower!" 

"You like so far?" I asked. 

"Oh, yeah!" 

"Okay, so after you cum, we get to watch you dress. 
You slowly slip into your bra. Then your garter belt 
and black stockings. When you bend down to clasp your 
garter belt to the stockings your tits look ready to 
spill out of your bra." 

Moni giggled. "But I don't wear a garter belt and 
stockings, Jimmy!" 

I grinned. "Don't you want guys jacking off in their 
recliners at home as they view your movie?" 

"Oh, yeah!" Moni laughed. "I'd forgotten!" 

"As you bend down to put on your panties, we get 
another great view of your butt, cheeks spread to 
reveal the hair running down the crack. After tugging 
your panties into place, you put on the dress. 
Everybody knows about the dress, right, Moni?" 

"Ohhh, yeah!" Moni giggled. 

"So you go to work at the White House. Your 
internship. You get called to the oval office, right?" 
I asked. Moni just nods, grinning. 

"You're with the President," I continue. "Who in our 
movie will only be seen from the waist down, with the 
familiar southern twang. What does he do?" 

"Well," Moni begins, "He has me sit as he rises. He 
tells me his agenda as he walls around his desk. I'm a 
little nervous. He can tell. He makes some small talk, 
trying to let me know that he's no different than your 
average guy albeit he's the President. It's working. 
I'm relaxing. He starts complimenting me. I'm eating 
it up. He tells me how beautiful I am, how hot I am. I 
love every word of it... He puts his hands on my 
shoulders. I sag against him. I can feel his erection 
against the back of my head. It - it feels good... His 
hands slip down to my breasts and squeezes them. He 
says they're bigger than Hillary's. Probably firmer, 
too... I mumble that something else is big and firm. 

"Then he asks what I said. I reply 'It was nothing'. 
He unbuttons the top button of my dress. Then the next 
one. Finally the third. His hands slide into my gaping 
dress. To the top of my bra. His fingers gingerly slip 
under my bra, gliding over my tits... down to the 
bottom part of my breasts. He cups them. My nipples 
are rock hard, poking into his palms. I wish he would 
pinch them. Instead he pulls my tits out of my bra and 
takes his hands out of my dress. 

"He backs away from me. I'm disappointed. I - I don't 
want him to stop... I think 'Why?!? Why did he 
stop?!?' He calls to me. I whirl around, sliding from 
my chair, falling to my knees... He motions for me to 
come, pointing to the floor. I crawl towards him. He 
puts my hands on his belt. I feverishly unbuckle it, 
practically tearing open his pants. His cock is 
pressed obscenely against his boxer shorts. I tug them 
down. His long, thick monsters bounces out, pointing 
up at my face. I lick my lips... His hands are back in 
my dress. Tugging my tits out into the open.

"The cool air tickles my hard nipples... Now his hands 
are behind my head. Pulling me towards his cock. I 
grab it and point it toward my mouth. He impales my 
mouth unto his cock. Letting go of my head, he goes 
back down to my naked tits. Now he pinches my nipples. 
I moan around his cock... He whispers 'So big... So 
firm...' My head bobs up and down his length, covering 
it with my saliva. 

"His cock is really salty. And slimy... But I want it. 
I want it so bad. So so bad... I'm able to cram every 
inch into my mouth. The head keeps butting the back of 
my throat. That really turns me on... He's still 
pinching my nipples. Tugging them. Pulling my tits up 
with them. It hurts so fucking good! I don't want him 
to stop. He doesn't... The harder he tugs on my 
titties the stronger my suction on his cock gets... 
I'm getting sooo horny. Having his cock in my mouth is 
SUCH a turn on... His hands move back up to my head. 
I'm kind of disappointed. He moans 'Hurry! I've got a 
staff meeting in 5 minutes.' 

"I'VE got a 'staff meeting' right now, I'm thinking. 
He's pulling my head onto his cock at a rougher 
pace... I like that, too. Getting rough myself, I 
reach up and grab his nut sack, rolling it in my hand. 
He groans. I can feel his cock expand in my mouth. 
Filling my throat... He lets go of my head. I let his 
cock slip out a bit. I want to taste his stuff. I 
don't have to wait long. A wave a jizz floods my 
tonsils. It's really salty and thick... I pull his 
cock out of my mouth, aiming for my lips. 

"I've got bad aim. Jizz splatters against my dress. 
Fuck it! I figure. The next blast catches my lips 
PERFECTLY. Taking the head into my mouth, I suck the 
of his man juice out of his softening cock. I lick his 
cock clean and he stuffs it into his boxers. I stuff 
my tits back into my bra and button my dress back up. 
As he buckles his belt and zips up he says I better do 
something about that stain before it sets, pointing at 
it on my dress. Shit.

"I rush home and strip out of my dress. I put it on a 
hanger and hang it in my closet so I won't forget to 
clean it [stupid, huh?]. I grab a blouse and skirt. I 
throw on the blouse, but before I button it, 
impulsively my hands push up my bra and pinch my hard 
nips. I can't help myself... I practically tear off my 
panties and toss them across the room. My pussy is 
dripping wet! I throw myself unto my bed and busy both 
hands between my legs, feverishly rubbing my quim... I 
slip both of my forefingers into my pussy. It feels 
like an oven in there! I'm moaning like crazy, my head 
thrashing from side to side. 

"I'm so horny. So fucking horny... My fingers aren't 
enough, though. I pull them out and desperately dig 
between my mattress and box spring until I find my 
vibrator. It's been SO long since I last used it, I 
sigh. I turn it on and plunge it up my pussy. I cry 
out. And not just because the metal is so cold! The 
vibrations course through my body as I fill my pussy 
to the hilt. 

I'm crying over and over 'Yes! Yes!', it's been so 
long and it feels so good, but it's overwhelming 
because I've done without for so long. I can't stop, 
though. I'm pounding my pussy, in and out, back and 
forth, orgasm after orgasm... But it's not enough! I 
need more... 

"Finally out of exhaustion, though not satisfaction, I 
cease and desist. I'm trying to catch my breath as I 
law back, unable to move... I finally drag myself up. 
I really want a shower, but I know I've got to get 
back to the White House. I change the blouse, slid 
into the skirt I'd picked and grabbed my jacket and 
left." 

"What about your panties?" I ask when Moni stops, my 
hand over my raging hard on, pressing it down. 

Moni blushed. "Left them off..." 

I whistled. "So you go back to the White House, horny 
as hell, wind whipping up your skirt, caressing your 
cunny..." 

Moni giggled. 

"I'm surprised you didn't crash your car," I teased. 
"Between horniness and exhaustion, one of them should 
have driven you off the road! They sound like a lethal 
combination."

"Well, I really did have my window open," Moni 
grinned. "The wind wasn't just 'whipping up my 
skirt'." 

"How the hell did you get through the rest of the day 
in your condition?" I inquired. "Aside from strong 
coffee to wake you up, that is." 

Moni blushed more darkly. 

"You didn't fuck the President, did you?!?" I asked 
wide-eyed [not that it wouldn't have made the movie 
hotter!]. 

"No, silly!" Moni grinned bashfully. 

"The Vice President? Secretary Of State?" I teased. 
"The President's Cabinet members?" 

Moni giggled, shaking her head. 

"Well?" 

"Another intern..." Moni whispered. 

"But wouldn't you have to see him every day?" I asked. 
[not that I really cared WHO Moni fucked, as long as 
she got FUCKED]. 

Moni grinned. "Fortunately it was his last day. The 
pimply-faced got lucky that day!" She explained with a 
laugh. "I'm pretty sure he was a virgin." 

"Where did you break him in?"

"The Lincoln bedroom," Moni blushed. "Don't tell 
anyone." 

I laughed. "After everything you've told me, THIS you 
don't want me to tell?!"

Moni giggled. "Well, none of that stuff either!" 

"Well, c'mon. Details! Details!" 

"We quickly undressed. I was surprised to see the kid 
had a bigger cock than the President! Not that I've 
seen a lot of men's cocks, you know." 

"No, I don't know," I teased. 

"So he was already hard," Moni continued. "I pushed 
him on the bed and mounted his throbbing cock. I 
sighed. It felt good to have real cock inside my quim! 
I rode his cock through several earth shattering 
orgasms before he quickly came himself. He stayed hard 
so I pulled him on top of him. He found his rhythm 
quickly, gliding in and out of my horny cunt. I 
must've cum 10 more times before he cried out. I 
pushed him off me and buried his pulsing cock between. 

"A few strokes later he shot a huge load of jizz into 
my cleavage. His jizz seeped over the top of my 
cleavage and covered my tits. He quickly dressed and 
left," Moni said, finishing up. "And I cleaned up 
before I dressed. Fortunately, no one ever found out 
what happened in the Lincoln bedroom that day."

"Except me," I corrected. 

"Except you," Moni acquiesced, grinning. She was still 
rubbing her thighs together. 

"Well," I began, "I've seen a new side of you today, 
Moni; one that swears, masturbates, sucks and fucks, 
and tells one hell of a story! I don't know what I'm 
going to do with you..." I teased. 

"Jim?" 

"Yeah?" 

"You said there were 2 possible things I could do," 
Moni reminded me. "What was the second?" 

"Become a porn star. If you're having sex with 
everyone, they'll forget the President." I grinned. 

Moni laughed. "I could never have sex with multiple 
partners! I'M a good girl!" 

I removed my hand from the lump in my pants. I took 
hers. "Then how about one?" Moni gasped when she saw 
the huge bulge tenting my pants. She let out a small 
sound then dragged me to her bedroom. I can't wait to 
see what a good girl she is.

THE END
	
[Author's Note: As you can see, this is more of a 
story about people talking about sex than a sex story 
itself. What I love about it is how Monica starts 
telling her story (and I like to think this is how it 
all went down... Wink ) in a conservative manner but 
she slowly shows her true colors or what was hidden 
all along. I wonder if that intern was fantasizing he 
was nailing hot Hillary... G]

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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