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The sensible part of Cesare knows that talking to Lydia is a terrible idea. It's risky, reckless and foolish. It can likely do nothing but harm his position as president. But the other part of him knows that she's just learned from Nancy how to give good head. For some reason that point seems considerably more compelling.

He waits a while before sending her a text, inviting her to his hotel. He at least has the sense not to invite her to any official government buildings, but instead to his own private business. In fact, even once she's there, she's subtly whisked away by the staff, up to one of his suites, so that the two of them aren't linked together. Appearances are very important to him.

He smirks when she walks into the room, already pouring the two of them drinks.

"Lydia. How are you? A lot has happened in the brief time since I last saw you," he asks, leading the conversation towards talking about his presidency. Apparently his ego is the thing that he wants stroked first.

(Warning: There's probably going to be smut in here.)

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Gosh! She's barely had chance to catch her breath, or take in the sumptuous grandeur of the hotel before Cesare has pounced.

"Is this really yours?" She breathes, eyes still slightly wide as she takes in the splendour of the room. Suddenly, the pretty skater dress she'd donned to show off her small waist doesn't seem nearly special enough to wear here.

"You're actually really rich, aren't you? And important? Mr. President?" She adds his title with an almost shy smile. "I can't believe you phoned me again after the ass I made of myself at the party. I thought you'd think I was too young for you. I'm glad you didn't!"

Cesare can't help but grin when Lydia calls him Mr President. It's exactly what he wanted. But then she mentions her age and he just about manages to stop his eyes from rolling into the back of his skull. He's heard enough about her age for a lifetime. She's an adult. She can make her own decisions. He doesn't need to be lectured any further about it.

He moves in towards her, smirking, trying to stay cool about it all.

"Do you think you're too young?" he asks as he gets a little closer than would be acceptable for just friends.

"I am completely old enough." She grins as he comes closer and raises her hands so that she might rest them on his chest.

"And you are completely handsome enough to do anything for. No wonder you are president. I bet nobody could resist voting for you."

"Well then, who am I to ignore a grown woman's wishes?" he says with a playful shrug.

This is playing exactly how Cesare had hoped. She's laying the admiration on thickly, just as Cesare likes it. He smiles and leans in towards her.

"You know, things have changed a lot now that I'm president... I'm watched all the time. People have to know that I'm focused on giving them a voice. They can't think I'm distracted by beautiful women..." He gives her a look that shows that he means her.

Her grin widens at what she perceives to be a compliment.

"You have to pretend to be all boring and serious. No one will know how sexy you actually are. That'll be our secret, right?" she asks, playing coy. She moves her hand over his torso, down towards his stomach. "No one is going to realise how incredibly fit you are."

Cesare nods, surprised by how easily she's understanding all of this. It can't be this simple. There have to be some problems down the road. For now though, he just smiles at her as if she's just got a difficult answer exactly right, laughing slightly when she calls him fit, though he's not entirely sure in which way she means it.

"It means they can't know I'm with someone as gorgeous as you either. Do you see what I'm saying?" They have to keep this all of this secret. Cesare is too nervous about what will happen if London knows he's sleeping with some naive student.

Does Lydia see what he's saying? She heard 'gorgeous' and it's made her smile. Is this just the most romantic thing that could possibly ever happen to her? Imagine! She's like a secret courtesan, the most beautiful - no, gorgeous - girl in the whole of London, being smuggled in to be the King's secret lover. In her mind, she's almost turned their relationship into a fairytale.

So, she smiles - genuinely smiles - up at Cesare.

"I'll be the epitome of decorum." She twinkles. "I promise. No one will know that we're together."

She goes to unbutton his shirt. After a minute, she asks, "Can I tell Nancy?"

Cesare thinks carefully about that question. On one hand, he knows Nancy will judge him incredibly harshly for his interactions with Lydia. On the other hand, despite himself, he trusts Nancy. She knows how to keep a secret, even from her own boyfriend. Besides, she'll likely find out anyway. He nods.

"Ok. Yes. But just her, ok? I don't want to share you too much..." He gives her a little squeeze. "You two are close, aren't you?"

"She's my best friend!' Lydia's quite satisfied with that. "And she's been teaching me… things." She moves away from Cesare, going to sit on the bed, looking up, laughing, trying to tease him.

"Things you might be interested in. Things you might love!"

She beckons him over. "She's taught me everything. How to drive men like you mad."

"Has she now?" Cesare says, taking a slow step closer to her, clearly interested. He knows exactly what she's talking about. After all, he talks to Nancy too. Nancy teaching Lydia how to perform various sex acts is a lot of the reason why he invited her here in the first place. He's curious to see what she's learned.

"Like what?" he asks as if he doesn't already know, as he begins undoing his tie.

She bites her lip as he comes closer, giggling. Oh God, she hopes she can remember all of Nancy's moves.

"She taught me how to get you all hot and bothered. How to give you a blowie and a hand job and all sorts. She reckons I'm good at it."

She scrabbles up to her knees on the bed. "Shall I show you? I'd love to see you lose it, just once!"

"Did she now?" Cesare asks with a grin, his thoughts confirmed. "You're going to have to show me exactly what a blowie is, if you don't mind." He's feigning ignorance of course. He's old enough that he's tried and heard the names for almost everything in the book. But he hasn't had Lydia try to teach him before. That would be new.

"Why are you on your knees like that?" he asks playfully, knowing fully why.

"She did." Lydia grins. He might be feigning it, but she can tell that she's at least caught Cesare's attention and that's really what she's interested in.

She bites her lip at his question. "Why don't you come over here and see?" She tries to make her tone seductive.

Cesare's eyes move over her for a second as she's kneeling there. He stops making his way towards her and just stops to look.

"Take off your dress first," he demands rather than politely asking, too used to spending his time with women whose time he pays for. "I'm sure you'd look even better with that off, don't you agree?" He might as well make the most of the opportunity.

That makes her laugh, not quite out loud but more a breathy chuckle.
"Whatever you want."
She reaches back to the zip of her dress, slowly dragging it down and slipping it from her shoulders. Beneath the dress, she wears pretty lingere, ivory and black lace, a little bit padded,but definitely pretty against her pale skin. There's no delicate way of removing the dress completely though, as she's still on her knees, and inwardly, she curses. He is so not finding this sexy. She puts her hands on the bed, and effectively wiggles her way from the dress. The whole time, her eyes are on his face, trying to read his expression. Does he approve?

Is it the smoothest thing in the world? No. But Cesare doesn't expect that from her. It's charming instead. He smirks, gaze moving over her, and steps forward to slip his fingers under the elastic of her lingerie. Casually, he traces over the seams with his fingertips.

"Perfect. So how do you think you'll drive men like me mad again?" he asks with a grin.

Her breath catches as his fingers tease, and she can feel herself quivering beneath his touch. But no, he's already asking her again. Time to get it together, Lydia. Time to impress.

Oh God, she hopes she's doing this right.
She smiles what she hopes is a lascivious smile as she leans forward again. "Come here then, handsome," she says, and she goes to try to undo his zipper with her teeth. She's not thought about the button on his trousers though.

Cesare doesn't quite understand why Lydia insists on nuzzling at his crotch. He doubts Nancy taught her that. He figures she needs a hand and so he reaches down to help her out, unzipping his trousers for her.

Lydia is an odd girl with odd quirks, but it's still enough to do the trick for him and it doesn't take long before he's hard. He keeps his eyes fixed on her as he pulls off his tie.

"I have high expectations," he jests, really not expecting all that much other than enthusiasm.

No, that wasn't one of Nancy's trick. That little attempt had come from a half remembered bit of a well thumbed book she'd read over and over. By the time Cesare actually undid his trousers, Lydia is beet red. This isn't how it ever goes in books.

So when he says that he has high expectations, she nods. "I swear, I can do better than that. Just… just forget that bit," she gabbles. As seductively as possible, she straightens up, and lightly runs a finger down the underside of his dick. That's what Nancy said, right? Play with it, stroke it, touch his balls… Lydia tries to make sure she does everything that Nancy has told her about.

"I told you," she says. "You want me now, don't you? And we're only just getting started!"

"I always want you," Cesare replies, his voice a little gruff, shivering slightly at the touch. "You could be standing there wearing a paper bag and I'd still want to fuck you." He laughs a little. It's true. The way she handles herself is....odd but appealing. It's different from the thoroughly practiced girls that he's used to. He likes that.

He reaches down to hold her chin, placing his thumb against her lips for a second, smirking.

"Tell me what you're going to do, hmm?" he asks, trying to instigate some sort of dirty talk, though he'll probably realise that wasn't the best idea.

She moves her mouth a little, so she's sucking just the tip of his thumb just a little bit. Is that weird? It might be weird. "I'm going to make you come." She tries to sound confident like she's done this a thousand times or more. "I'm going to put your dick in my mouth and I'm gonna make you beg for it."

Is it right to say that? Too late now, she supposes. She grins, her eyes sparkling with the fun of it. Has she finally got it right?

Well she's technically not wrong. Cesare's eyebrows rise a little and he let's out a small breathy laugh. It's a solid effort. He pays close attention to the sucking on his thumb, taking it as a preview, a sneak peak of what to expect. So far so good.

"Oh, is that so? But what if I make you come first? Slip my tongue between your thighs and make you writhe so much that I have to hold you down? Who'll be begging who then?" Though really he wants a blowjob first. He reaches for a strand of her hair and plays with it in his fingers before letting it rest along her collarbone. He always liked redheads.

Oh thank God he likes it! She relaxes into herself, especially when he starts talking dirty. Her cheeks flush and her tongue curls around his thumb a little bit as she imagines how she'll react to what he describes. Her hips move a little without her even realising it, as if she's almost gently grinding on thin air.

"Oh gosh, do it," she exclaims breathily. She bites her lip, hesitating, as he plays with her hair. How she longs to kiss him. She arches her back, pushing her breasts forward, the better for her hair to rest properly.

"Kiss me, Cesare."

Cesare isn't used to being commanded like that, let alone by a girl who looks like Lydia. It feels odd to him. He tries not to let it spoil this moment. It would be unfortunate if his ego got in the way of a decent blowjob.

He pulls her face up to him so that he can kiss her, the kind of kiss that's he had enough practice with to know that it has a habit of causing weak knees. It's a good thing Lydia is already on them.

"I will." And he means it. It's always been one of his favourite passtimes. "But first...." He smirks and starts unbuckling his trousers. Lydia still has a new skillset that she needs to show him.

That was a good kiss. Lydia smiles, quite lost in her daydream as she sinks back on her heels. Oh that man. He must be a god of some sort!

She's snapped back to reality at the sound of Cesare's belt. This time, she doesn't make the same mistake, and instead waits for him to unbutton his trousers. She licks her lips, just subtly.

"Hello, Mr. President," she giggles as he presents his cock to her. But her laughter soon stops. She has to get this right. She runs her finger from tip to balls underneath his penis, as Nancy had taught her. Twice. Three times. Now, a kiss, just light to the very tip of it, to show… to show you worship it. That bit, Nancy hadn't taught her, but Lydia had read enough of that dirty book of her mother's to know.
Then… oh blow.

She checks Cesare's face. Is there any emotion at all? Does he like it?

She bends her head to kiss his dick again, before taking him, just a little, in her mouth.

Cesare would be lying if he said he didn't like Lydia calling him that, even if she says it with a giggle. He smiles at her and and strokes her head before resting to trace his fingers along the back of her neck.

He holds no qualms whatsoever about staring straight at her and watching every slight quirk of her lips and movement of her hand. So far so good. It's all routine, a good routine but nevertheless one that he's familiar with from Nancy. Then she kisses his dick, eyes looking up at him, and his breath catches. Had Nancy taught her that? No, surely not. She can't have. That was improvised. He lets out a slight groan and moves his hand to clasp at the side of her face, his thumb stroking her cheek.

"Who taught you that, hmm?" he asks, not actually expecting an answer.

She looks good with him in her mouth like that and he starts to pull her gently in towards him, encouraging her to take him in more.

She murmurs around his cock, something half mumbled about a book, but it doesn't seem to matter any more. That groan tells Lydia all she needs to know, and she lets him guide her now.

Lydia does what Nancy told her, relaxing so she can take Cesare deeper. Now though, she keeps her eyes fixed on his face. She'll take her cues from him now.

Cesare laughs and shushes her, playfully tapping her nose when Lydia tries to speak. That's not the smartest of ideas from her, even if it is an incredibly amusing one.

"Not now. Just relax," he says reassuringly, his breathing a little short. He threads a hand through her hair and begins to guide her.

"How far down can you go? Why don't you show me?" he asks, gaze fixed on her.

How far? Lydia, quite unable to speak, and still flushed with embarrassment from the noises she made earlier, looks up at Cesare again. Hopefully, he can read the question in her eyes. Nancy had never said anything about going far.

She lets Cesare take control though, guiding her to take more. When he hits her gag reflex, though, Lydia immediately goes to pull back. There's slight panic in her eyes: is that supposed to happen? She goes to rest her hands on Cesare's thighs, a silent plea for him to help her out here.

It does everything for Cesare's ego to watch Lydia gag slightly. He smirks and places a hand up against the one on his thigh, brushing against her fingers in a quiet action of support, while his other hand moves into her hair.

"You're doing well. Keep going. Don't worry if it feels like too much. I won't let you do anything we wouldn't want. Put your hand here," he says as he moves her hand to his the base of his cock, so that part of him will get at least some action, even if she couldn't deepthroat a damn popsicle.

She does as she's told: well, it's not like she can do much else without causing a massive scene and probably wrecking their relationship forever.

It's hard to deep-throat, even if she's not doing it properly, and she chokes more than once, and goes to pull back. But every time, she sees Cesare's face and feels just that little bit guilty for not giving him what he wants. So she lets him push her more and more until she really can't go any further. By now, her eyes are watering just a little, and her fingers are clutching Cesare's leg just a bit harder than necessary. Her hand moves on what is left of his cock, trying desperately to get him off now. It's making him happy, though. She can see it from his expression. He's happy and he's at least a bit pleased with her. It gives her a warm glow, and a tingly feeling in her stomach that makes her push all the more to take him just that bit further.

Cesare watches her intently, breathing heavy and jaw jutting forward. He knows he shouldn't but he nevertheless rocks his hips slightly towards her, encouraging her to go down even further. He feels himself getting close and puts a hand to her chin, pushing her back slightly.

"Keep your mouth open. That's it," he says gruffly, preparing to come. "And move your hand."

She's surprised when Cesare moves her head back a bit, but grateful nonetheless. Her heavy breathing slows and begins to regulate again, her eyes stop watering, and her fingers pressing into his leg ease the pressure. She keeps her mouth open as directed, and moves her hand away. She's done it! Thank God! Hopefully, they can go back to pure sex now.

There's still a little bit left to go, but surely Lydia realises that, Cesare thinks. It would be cruel if Nancy had not explained the final part to her. He holds his cock and, after a few more pumps, comes onto her tongue with a groan. Afterwards he smirks wide, looking incredibly smug.

"Well done," he says with heavy breaths.

No, she remembers Nancy's warnings - let them come. Swallow it down if they want it, or get rid of it in the loo if they're not bothered. It doesn't mean she has to like it though.

Once he's come, she closes her lips, holding it on her tongue for now. She smiles through her closed lips though. She's actually a little proud. Look what she's done for him. Look how satisfied he is. She's done that. She must be pretty alright at this blow job thing after all.

Cesare can appreciate that Lydia has had to deal with a lot of new experiences already today, so he attempts to go a little easy on her. He gives her shoulder a slight rub and helps her stand up, not making a big deal out of what's in her mouth.

Instead, in perhaps a bit of an odd fashion, he just smiles and gives her a small wink. She can do whatever she pleases or whatever Nancy has taught her.

"Good?"

She swallows uneasily. She can't think what else to do.

Weakly, she nods as she sinks down properly onto the bed. She wipes her teary eyes gingerly, spreading mascara across her cheekbones.

"Did you like it?" Her voice comes out a little croaky. "Was it right? I tried to do exactly what Nancy said."

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