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Feel the Bern: Part Two

(Authors Note: Mature Content ahead! I'm so sorry, please read at your own risk)

You gasp at the figure in front of you. It's him. It's Bernie. You sit frozen. All you can do is stare with your mouth hung open. 

"Good thing you have healthcare," he broke the silence, "We thought you were a goner for a little bit there." You didn't know what to say at first, but then you spoke.

"W-What happened?" You asked Bernie. He put his hands together behind his back and started pacing around the room.

"You fell and hit your head on the front of the stage. You started bleeding and were carried out of the arena," he answered. You finally know why your head hurt so bad. You reach up to your head and feel the bandage around it. You find the spot where you must have hit it directly and wince at the pain.

"Be careful," he warned you and you put your hand on your lap. You looked at him and had a strange thought. If the fall was so serious, why weren't you in the hospital?

"Hey, Bernie," you spoke and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "Why am I not in the hospital?" You asked and he nodded once, as if he was taking in the question. He started pacing again and the room was filled with silence. It was the kind of silence that you could cut with a knife. You sat awkwardly, unsettled at what his answer would be.

"I wanted to sit with you and talk a little bit," he broke the silence. "You spent your time and money to be here and you deserved to see me more than the little bit you did see," he spoke in a tone slightly above a whisper. You nodded, slightly understanding his reasoning. He spoke again.

"There's also something about you," he finished his thought. You looked up and met his eyes. They felt like they were burning through you. It felt like he could see through your mind, body, and soul. His light blue eyes reflected in the dim lighting. You could feel something between you two. You weren't sure what it was, but it felt strong. A sudden calmness washed over you and you stood up, slowly walking towards him. He held the eye contact with you and you with him, not breaking it as you slowly went to him. Soon, you were face to face with him. Your breath was heavy and your hands were shaky. You shouldn't tell his emotion. His face expression was not apparent. He just stood in front of you and watched. He noticed you looking down to his lips.

"Sorry..I'm not always a smiley kind of guy," he whispered and chuckled. You smirked back and giggled. You put your shaky hand up to caress his face. You could feel his wrinkled skin under your hand. He was warm...calm...wonderful. You wanted to burst with excitement. He didn't do anything as you held his face. A part of you was scared; what if he didn't want what you were willing to give? You began to remove your hand to turn away, but you felt his hand stop you. He twisted your arm back and held it behind you. He pulled you closer and you could feel his breath on your face. Surprisingly, he was at least 8 inches taller than you. You knew he was six foot and you were only five four. He felt so powerful for being older. You were intimidated, but so turned on at the same time. His glasses reflected the light and you could see his forehead slightly gleaming with sweat beads. His hair that you remember was previously combed is now a birds nest on top of his scalp. You use your free hand to brush it down and you slowly slide down his face to put your hand on his face again. Your breaths are in sync; neither of you knowing which one will make the first move. Suddenly, you are thrown back onto the sofa you woke up on. You gently hit the cushions and look up to Bernie. He walks over to the light switches and flicks one of them off. Once off, the room is even more dim. You can barely make out his figure. Your breath is heavy and you don't know what to do. You never thought in a million years you would be here no matter how much you had dreamed about it. Seeing Bernie's figure walk towards you was unbelievable...mesmerizing. His tie and collar were loosened and his shirt was untucked. You wanted him...needed him. He grew closer and closer, now in arms reach. You couldn't wait any longer.

You threw your arms out and pulled him into you. You smashed your lips against his and he did the same. He felt so good against you. Your hands were holding his face and you felt his stubble scratching your hands, but you didn't care. Your dream was coming true. After all these years of waiting, you finally had the Bernie Sanders at your disposal. And he had you. He wanted you too. You pulled apart to take a breath and he began shaking off his jacket. He glanced down at your shirt, which was Bernie merch.

"Medicare for All...you're damn right," he breathed and threw his jacket to the side. He grabbed your shirt and tore it off you. You began unbuttoning your jeans and he helped you. He slid one pant leg off at a time. You were left in your bra and underwear. He looked at you, up and down as he unbuttoned each one of his buttons. He took his time looking over your body. You felt slightly self conscious, but at this point, you didn't care. He finally unbuttoned the last button and threw his shirt off. His chest was very hairy and he had the cutest belly. He was perfect. He quickly unbuckled his belt and slid it off the loops of his dress pants. You were getting impatient, and you could feel your underwear getting more and more uncomfortable. He slid his pants down and you could see a prominent bulge through his plaid boxers. You grabbed each side and yanked them down. You audibly gasped at the sight in front of you. His dick was okay, but his balls were massive. You always thought and said he had balls. But damn, he had BALLS. You looked up to meet Bernie's eyes. You were on your knees now, so he was looking down, exposing his wrinkled chins. The light was to the side of both of you, so one side of his face was lit up, showing you the short gray stubble you had scratched your hands on. His eyes were slightly saggy due to this old age, but you still thought he was the most attractive man you ever laid your eyes on. He looked at your lips and licked the ones he had remaining. He pulled you up and threw you back onto the sofa. The tension was hot and you couldn't wait for him to be close to you. He got on you and you closed your eyes, letting him take over your body.

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