Crossing The Line
by Ann Douglas
Part One - Author, Author
"This meeting is never going to end," Cathy Donohue
thought to herself as she looked up on the wall of the makeshift
conference room and saw that it was already twenty to eleven.
The regular PTA meeting had broken up over an hour ago and
this little gathering of the executive committee was supposed to
be brief. Just a quick chance for the committee to settle a few
outstanding problems before adjourning for the summer. That was,
however, before Dolores Azucena took the floor. The woman had
been speaking non-stop for over half an hour.
The worst part of it was that Dolores was simply going over
what had become by now a tired and familiar path. Every small
town PTA, just like their big city counterparts, had their own
Dolores Azucena. A frustrated, stuck up biddy who was
determined to save the world from the immoral attitudes of less
enlightened folk.
Dolores' current crusade was directed against the school
board's decision to use the money raised by the PTA to give Cedar
Grove Elementary School Internet Access. It was her firm
contention that opening the doors of the Information Highway to
the youngest citizens of their small town of 20,000 would create a
generation of perverts and sex-addicts. Never mind that it had
been explained to her over and over about the access safeguards
that would also be installed, making it easier for their kids to
access the Playboy channel on their parent's cable television than
adult material on the Internet. Her only response to that was that
she'd been against adult access on cable as well.
Cathy wondered if Dolores would have a heart attack if she
knew that one of those so called perverts who wrote erotica online
was sitting less than ten feet away from her. It'd been three
years since she'd first tried her hand at adult fiction under the
pen name of Anne O'Donnell.
The name itself had been something of a private joke. Anne
was her middle name and O'Donnell had been her maiden name.
The response to her stories in that time had been nothing less
than phenomenal. Her fan email after each new story usually ran
from five hundred to a thousand. What had begun as a lark just to
see if she could do it had become a very serious hobby.
Suppressing a groan as the older woman added yet another
new verse to her litany, Cathy considered that if that didn't put
her into the hospital, she had another little revelation that most
surely would. All of the people around the table knew Cathy as a
wife and mother, cut in the same mold as most of the women
sitting across from her. She was sure that even the most liberal
of them would be shocked to learn that for most of her 41 years
Cathy had lived a life exactly like that Dolores which was so proud
to rant against.
From the time she'd had her first experience with another
woman back when she was 16, Cathy had been a confirmed bisexual.
A practice that continued up to this day, even after 8 years of
marriage. In fact her last affair with a woman she'd met on a
business trip to NYC last year had only ended three months before
when the woman moved to the west coast.
Tuning out the drone of Dolores's voice, Cathy let her mind
wander. It was a favorite little game she liked to play when she
had to kill time. It had come to her over twenty years before
while in Air Force basic training and she had to spent a lot of time
waiting in line. She'd pick someone around her and weave a sexual
fantasy around them. It was a practice that had really paid off
since she'd started writing erotica.
Glancing up at Dolores, Cathy concluded she'd be hard
pressed to come up with a fantasy for the PTA Vice-president. It
wasn't that she was an unattractive woman, in fact the opposite
was true. Cathy preferred women who were cute rather than
beautiful and Dolores was certainly cute. The same held true for
so many of the PTA members that Cathy sometimes secretly joked
that the initials stood for Pussy Tits and Ass. It was just that in
Dolores's case she couldn't separate her personality from her
body.
One incident that stuck out in her mind about how much that
personality grated on her occurred last year when she'd gotten a
part time job at the local mall selling lingerie. She'd distributed
sales flyers to all the women in the PTA since her boss had
promised her a bonus if it brought in new business. It most
definitely had and Cathy had gotten an added bonus when she was
asked by so many of her fellow members to help them judge how
they looked in the skimpiest of outfits.
Dolores of course had pointed out that it was inappropriate
to pass out such material, ignoring the fact that every spring she
did the same with flyers for her husband's lawn service. So you
could've knocked Cathy over with a feather when Dolores'
daughter Maria showed up at the shop, flyer in hand and asked her
to help pick out something really special.
"I want something," the 23 year old brunette said with a
sparkle in her dark brown eyes, "that's going to make my
boyfriend, Christopher, come in his pants when he sees me in it."
The image of the naked young woman was still fresh in
Cathy's mind. 5'4", about 120 lbs with a dark complexion, Maria
had the most beautiful pebble-like nipples that begged to be
kissed. It took a lot of self control that day for her to let the full
breasted young woman walk away.
Across from Dolores, who was still going strong, sat Alyssia
Clark. A few years younger than Cathy, the tall copper-red haired
woman was what you would call a full-figured woman. Most Men
were quick to pass on a woman who carried a few extra pounds but
Cathy though it just made Alyssia look that much sexier. There
was nothing the brunette loved more than cuddling up between a
big soft set of breasts on a cold winter night. She sometimes
wondered about Ms. Clark, seeing that she'd moved to Cedar Grove
only a few years after she herself did. Alyssia described herself
as a widow and immediately set up housekeeping with another
woman in order, she said, to share costs. A common enough
practice for single women, both with children, but still it made
Cathy wonder.
Next to Alyssia sat Lydia Boot. Six years younger than the
redhead, Lydia had been born in the Philippines. Cathy's height,
she had long black shoulder length hair, brown eyes and the most
captivating smile. Curvy and touchable was the way Cathy always
thought of her.
In contrast, sitting across from the Filipina, was Whitney
Wolf. Exactly the same age as Lydia, Whitney was as pale as Lydia
was dark, the gift of a Scottish heritage. Dark brown eyes peered
out from large red glasses. Short curly brown hair topped a full
hourglass figure. Whitney had also attended that lingerie sale and
it was there that Cathy learned of her taste for bondage when she
quietly asked if the store carryied anything in that line. While
Cathy downplayed her own experience in that area, she'd been
more than happy to give Whitney a few helpful suggestions.
Sitting next to Cathy was Stephanie Lai, the youngest of the
group. Only 27, the Chinese woman stood 5'7". Over a half foot
taller than Cathy but 2 lbs lighter, something she always felt was
so unfair, Stephanie had the most kissable lips Cathy had seen in a
long time. More than a few boring meetings had been spent
wondering what it would be like tasting those lips. The fantasy of
spending hours kissing Stephanie changed abruptly last month when
the two of them were having coffee one morning and the slim Asian
asked Cathy if she knew where she could buy a dildo. The older
woman had to bite down to resist the urge to say that she had a
beautiful strap on upstairs in her night table and would love to
demonstrate it. Instead she suggested that a mail order house
might be the best choice.
Without much prompting, the image of Stephanie spread out
naked on all fours, her perky little breasts bouncing back and forth,
filled Cathy's mind. Kneeling behind her, with a firm grip on her
hips, Cathy's fantasy self pounded away at the younger woman.
Strapped around her crotch was a long and thick dildo which
disappeared and then reappeared as it penetrated her tight pussy
again and again.
Quickly becoming lost in the erotic daydream, Cathy reached
under the table and stroked the inside of her thigh. She knew
her panties and the bare skin beneath them were now wet, but she
dared not bring her touch closer. There were things that even she
didn't have the nerve to do. As it was, her attention became so
fixed on the fantasy that she didn't notice when Dolores finally
stopped speaking and Alyssia immediately called for a motion to
adjourn. A motion that was seconded simultaneously by Whitney and
Lydia. She wasn't even aware that people were getting up to leave
until she felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder.
"Cathy, the meetings over," Sabrina Drake said in her
clipped British accent as she gently nudged her friend.
"Oh, sorry," Cathy replied as she snapped out of her
fantasy and ran her hand through her very short black hair. "I
guess I was daydreaming."
"Dolores has that effect on people," the redhead smiled.
"And I've had to listen to her a lot longer than you have."
Sabrina Drake was Cathy's best friend in Cedar Grove. A
few inches taller than Cathy, she was also five years younger.
They had become friends six years before when, eight months
pregnant, Cathy had moved into a house on the same block.
Most of the other neighbors took a wait and see attitude
towards the new arrival from New York City. Sabrina, having been
even more of an outsider having spent her first 20 years of
life living just outside London, thought this rather silly. She had
showed up that first morning after the moving vans had left with a
map of the area, a list of helpful tips and a tray holding a still hot
breakfast.
Sabrina was an old hand at the PTA, as her fourth child had
finished the third grade. Most of the other mothers of first
graders were ten or more years younger than Cathy so she was
doubly grateful that she already had a close friend when her
daughter started school last September.
"You're the lucky one," The 5'2" brunette said as she
pushed her chair back under the long table. "If you hadn't gotten
that phone call before you'd have had to listen to Dolores's
speech too."
"I'll let you in on a little secret, Cathy," Sabrina whispered.
"There wasn't any phone call. I asked the desk guard to just come
in twenty minutes after the meeting started and say I had one.
I've been on the executive committee too long not to know that
Dolores had at least one more speech in her for the year end
meeting."
"Cheat!" Cathy hissed in mock anger as they exited the
room.
"You're only angry because you didn't think of it too," the
35 year old said.
Both women laughed.
"Did you finish that report for the summer study group you
were working on?" Sabrina asked.
"I have most of it on disk, but our computer crashed
Wednesday night," Cathy replied. "I was on the phone two hours
yesterday with tech support but couldn't get it working. They
promised to have someone come out and take a look at it on
Monday."
"Well just drop the disk off at my house later and I'll print
out what you have."
"Can I just hide out at your house until Monday?" Cathy
quipped in a semi-serious voice. "Jim's going to have a fit when he
gets home from his trip Sunday night and finds I crashed the
system again."
"You do seem to do it pretty often," the younger woman
said.
"Can I help it if the machine doesn't like me," Cathy laughed.
"I have an idea," Sabrina said after a few moments of
thought. "My son Glen is home from college this week. He's
pretty good with computers, he should be since he's majoring in
them. Why don't I ask him to stop over after lunch and take a look
at it."
"That'd be great," Cathy gushed. "If he gets it up and
running I'll owe you big time."
"You really don't have to owe me, just get me something
nice...." Sabrina said. "Something like.....him over there." she
added as her voice dropped to a whisper.
Cathy tuned to see Dave Hoch, the gym teacher walking
down the hallway from the opposite direction. 6'1" and 215 lbs, the
bearded 39 year old bore a striking resemblance to a younger
Kenny Rogers, right down to the silver streaks in an otherwise
black beard. Striking blue eyes sparkled from behind round
tortoise shell glasses, eclipsed only by a broad friendly smile.
Sabrina whispered a speculation about a non visible part of his
anatomy causing both women to laugh. As he passed, Dave
wondered what the joke was.
Cathy ran a few errands before heading home. Her
daughter had a Scout meeting after school and this was Dora
Fletcher's turn to pick up all the girls and drive them home. The
living room clock was just chiming twelve thirty as she closed the
front door behind her.
Ten minutes later, Cathy had just finished changing out of
the dress she'd worn to the PTA meeting and into a simple blue
skirt and white blouse, when the door bell rang.
Opening the door, she was greeted by a muscular young man
in red gym shorts and a white Empire State University T-shirt. He
stood 5'5" with blue eyes and dark ginger hair. Cathy's first
thought that this couldn't be little Glen.
Then again, she really hadn't seen him since last fall when he
went away to college. Despite having just finished his freshman
year at State, Glen Drake had only just passed his 17th birthday.
Always at the top of his class, he'd twice skipped a grade during
elementary school.
"Hello Mrs. Donohue," he smiled. "My Mom says you've been
having some problems with your computer."
"Oh, yes," she said as she realized that she'd been staring
at the young hunk. "Come on in."
As he stepped inside and Cathy closed the door behind him,
she couldn't help but check out his back view as well.
"Nice ass," she thought to herself.
"So how's college?" she actually said.
"College is great," he replied as he stepped into the living
room. "There's so much to learn and do. I've even gotten into
working out at the gym and biking. Mom kept drumming into me
that I had to exercise my body as well as my mind."
"Well she's definitely right there," Cathy grinned, hoping
that her look didn't betray a too lustful thought. Like the fact
that if she was 20 years younger and all other things being equal
she'd like to jump his body right here on the living room carpet.
He definitely wasn't what came to mind when you thought of a
computer whiz.
"Should we get started?" he asked.
"What?" Cathy replied in a somewhat confused tone.
"The computer? Where do you keep it.?" he asked.
"Oh, the computer," she answered, telling herself to put
that little fantasy out of her mind. There would be time enough to
explore it more fully when she crawled into her empty bed tonight.
"It's in the work room upstairs. Come on, I'll show you."
"You've really fixed the place up since the last time I was
here," Glen said as he followed his mother's friend up the spiral
staircase.
"Well with Laura in school now, I have a lot more time to
work on it."
"How's she like school?" he asked as they reached the top
floor.
"Oh she loves it," Cathy said as she opened the door to the
work room. "She actually gets constant A's."
"That's great," Glen commented as he stepped past her and
sat down in front of the computer.
The college student pulled a small leather folder out of his
carry bag and opened it on the desk. As he spread it open, Cathy
could see it was full of brightly colored floppy disks.
"OK, lets see what we've got," he said as he hit the power
switch and the C:\ prompt appeared on the screen.
Cathy watched as the youth began to type in commands too
fast for her to follow. What Cathy could only describe as
gibberish flashed across the screen as Glen pulled a bright red
disk from his folder and slid it into the "A" drive. Then he began
to type in a new set of commands.
"This doesn't look too bad," he said out loud as he replaced
the red disk with a blue one.
Feeling a little silly standing there with nothing to do but
watch Glen work, Cathy asked if he'd like a soda.
"That'd be great," Glen said, never taking his eyes off the
monitor screen.
"Coke, Pepsi?"
"You wouldn't happen to have any Mountain Dew, would you?"
he said, turning around and looking at Cathy with a broad smile.
"Let me take a look down in the basement," Cathy said,
admiring his smile. "I think there might be some left over from
our last party."
Glen was already back at work before Cathy exited the
room.
As she looked through the cans of soda stacked in the
basement pantry, Cathy was sure she was going to find a good use
for that vibrator she kept in her night table tonight. When she
really thought about it, she thought it was funny that she would
find Glen so attractive. Back when she'd been in high school, she
really hadn't been that interested in guys her age. Then again, at
that point in her life, she hadn't been too interested in guys
period.
"Bingo!" she said in triumph as she spotted a green can in the
back of the shelf.
A quick side trip to the kitchen produced a glass full of ice
and a few snacks to go with the soda. As she carefully navigated
the stairs with her burden, Cathy wondered if Glen would still be
working on the computer when supper time rolled around.
Stepping into the workroom, Cathy's blue eyes opened wide
in amazement as she saw the familiar picture of the starship
Enterprise that served as windows wallpaper filling the computer's
monitor screen. She couldn't have been gone more than ten
minutes.
"You fixed it!" she excitedly called out as she set the tray
down on the snack table.
"It was nothing, really," Glen said as he began sprouting
what Cathy categorized as techno-babble. He might look like a
varsity player, but he still had the mind of a nerd. Finally he came
to the point and said he'd like to run a few more tests on the
system.
"Sure, you're the disk-doctor," Cathy laughed, relieved that
she now didn't have to even mention to her husband that the
computer had crashed.
Leaving Glen to his work, Cathy spent the next ten minutes
cleaning up the adjacent bedroom. She was wondering if she
should offer him money for the work he'd done. Even though he
was doing it as a favor for his mother, Cathy felt she should at
least make the gesture. And if he accepted, so much the better.
"Oh shit!" Glen yelled loud enough to be heard in the next
room.
Cathy dropped what she was doing and rushed out into the
hallway.
"I don't believe it!" he continued.
"What's wrong?" Cathy called out as she burst into the
room, visions of a totally ruined hard drive in her head.
It was a few seconds before Glen took his eyes off the
screen. A screen filled with Windows 95's Explorer and a few
open text files.
"What's the matter?" Cathy asked, unable to imagine what
could've caused the young man's reaction.
"You're Anne O' Donnell!" Glen exclaimed as the older
woman stepped into the room.
"Oh God!" Cathy mentally exclaimed as the words died
stillborn in her throat. It was her worst nightmare come true.
From where she now stood, she could see that the open text
files contained two unfinished stories as well as email addressed to
her Anne identity. Mentally she gave herself a swift kick in the
ass. For the longest time she had been planning to install some
sort of security program to protect those files. A necessity
prompted by her daughter's new found reading skills and her
desire to read anything her eyes came across. She reminded
herself every time she opened one of the files but never seemed
to get around to it. After a moments reflection, remembering
Glen's skill with the keyboard, a security program mightn't have
made a difference.
The young man was still going on, his voice reflecting both
excitement and apology at the same time. His words were coming
out so fast that Cathy had trouble making a few of them out.
"I really wasn't trying to be nosy," he said. "I was just
checking the file directory and saw the folder 'Anne O' Donnell'.
I thought it must've been some other Anne O' Donnell. I mean,
why would a woman like you save a bunch of dirty stories? Not that
I think they're dirty or anything like that. Then I thought, hey why
not, after all they're really great tales. So I just opened it up to
see if it was really the same Anne and if you had any stories I
didn't have."
The 17 year old finally paused and took a breath. Then he
went right on at the same rapid clip.
"Then instead of a few stories it opened up to another set
of folders - a story archive, unfinished work, email and story ideas.
It took me a few seconds to realize what it all meant, then it hit
me like a brick. It was so obvious. You're really Anne O' Donnell!"
Still stunned and unable to think of any other explanation,
Cathy nodded her head in confirmation.
"This is unbelievable," he said, his voice still racing with
animation. "Everyone back at school reads your stuff - both the
guys and the girls. I even wrote you a few fan letters and you
answered them. Who'd have believed I was emailing the lady down
the block. I'm GlenD99@brightstar.com"
Cathy smiled as she recognized the name. His letters had
been quite good and showed a smart young man with quite an
imagination. He'd even shared a few of his fantasies.
The smile faded as Cathy recalled what those fantasies had
been about. Because he had been two years younger than his
classmates the last few years, Glen hadn't really been that
successful with the ladies. Until this year and the change in his
appearance, he'd been considered something of a nerd, if that was
still the term they used. He had shared his deepest secret a few
months back, that he was still a virgin. Cathy wondered for a
moment if that was still true.
"Wait until I go back to school and tell my friends that I live
down the block from Anne O'Donnell."
That statement caught Cathy's immediate attention,
shattering any idle speculation she might've had about Glen's
virginity.
"No!, you can't!" she snapped back.
Glen was caught off guard by the vehemence of her retort.
That and the look of horror on Cathy's face.
"Glen, you can't tell anyone that I'm Anne O' Donnell."
Cathy said as she composed herself as best she could. "Most
people in this town wouldn't understand. God, I don't think even
your mother would understand and she's my best friend."
What she didn't say was that if Sabrina didn't understand,
what would someone like Dolores do with that knowledge. Probably
go out and organize a committee, or more likely a lynch mob, to run
her out of town on a rail. After an old fashion tar and feathering
of course.
After Glen thought about it a little he realized that Cathy
was right. He couldn't tell anyone. It would have to be their
secret.
"I guess you're right," he said. "But it seems so unfair.
Everyone would've been so impressed."
"I'm sorry," Cathy said as she saw the disappointment on
his face. "If there was any other way I could help I would. I
really appreciate your fixing my computer. If you want, I could pay
you for that."
"I don't want any money," Glen said as he explained that he
had done the repairs as a favor to his mother. He paused for a
few moments, then his face suddenly lit up again. "I know how you
can make it up to me!" he suddenly added in an even more thrilled
voice.
"I don't like the sound of that," Cathy thought as warning
bells went off in her head. Again her attention drifted back to his
emailed fantasies of having an older woman initiate him sexually.
"RRRiiiinnnngggggg!"
The abrupt ring of the desktop phone caught Cathy in
mid-word, just as she was about to ask him to explain himself.
"I'll take that in the other room," Cathy said as she seized
on the interruption and practically ran for the extension in the
bedroom. "You wait right here, don't go anywhere!"
From the wide eyed look on Glen's face, the older woman
needn't have worried about him going anywhere.
The phone call had turned out to be a saleswoman for the
local cable company. She was surprised by Cathy's excessive
courtesy in declining their latest must have offer. It was just a
reflection of her relief at the much needed pause.
Staring at herself in the large bedroom mirror, Cathy
debated what she should do. She was sure Glen was going to ask
her to help him live out his fantasy.
She was older than his mother for goodness sake, and not
nearly as attractive. It had always been her personality that men
and women had found attractive. That and a highly erotic
imagination. Why in the world would a good looking young man like
Glen want a 41 year old mother who had to admit to herself that
she'd never quite got back into the shape she'd had before her
pregnancy some years before. Maybe he had a fixation on older
women?
Taking a second look at her reflection, Cathy realized she'd
sold herself short. True, she wasn't what anyone would describe
as beautiful, but then again she never was. Even as a teen she
preferred to be thought of as cute and despite the passage of
years and the addition of a few pounds, she still was.
In addition, Glen was looking at her through the eyes of
adulation. Like a lover, he saw what he wanted to see, even if it
reality didn't match the fantasy. What she also hadn't really
considered was that Glen had also been well exposed to both the
personality and imagination that she so prized. Both were clearly
evident in her stories - her creations.
"What am I thinking?" she asked herself. "This is insane.
Even if he wasn't Sabrina's son, I can't do this. Even back when I
was Anne O' Donnell for real I wouldn't just meet someone and
fall into bed with them." she said to her reflection in the mirror.
A silent voice answered back. "Be honest with yourself,
Cathy," it said. "You very well could and more than a number of
times very well did do just that."
True, most of those times had been with other women but
enough had been with men to have mattered.
"So what do I do?" she asked her doppelganger.
"What would Anne O' Donnell do?" came her counterpart's
reply.
Looking deep within herself and being totally honest, Cathy
admitted that the idea of fucking Glen was both compelling and
exciting. It'd been so many years since she'd done anything that
wild and crazy. She found that she'd missed the feeling.
In the nearly nine years she'd been married, Cathy had
more than a few affairs with other women. Her husband Jim had
both known about them and been comfortable with their existence.
It'd been almost fifteen years since she'd been with another man
and until this moment she couldn't have imagined any set of
circumstances that would've prompted her to want to try. Yet in
all the wildness of her youth, one of the few things she'd never
done was have sex with a virgin. She was sure Jim would
understand how much this meant to her. How much it would mean
to her.
Then, like a rocket, it hit her. She had imperceptibly gone
from debating the idea to justifying it. She had crossed the line.
"This is crazy!" she mentally repeated to herself as she
stepped out into the hall.
It was a phrase she'd oftentimes reminded herself in her
younger days, usually before some kind of sexual adventure. With
it came the usual response. "Hey, in 20 years who's going to care!"
With a sly smile on her face, Cathy stepped back into the
workroom where a patient Glen hadn't even moved from the chair
in front of the computer.
She pulled another chair from the other side of the room
and rolled it over next to Glen. The more she thought about it, the
more right this seemed. It wasn't just Glen in front of her, it was
every person who had ever read one of her stories. How many
nights had she sat in that very chair reading email from fans,
telling how hot one of her stories had gotten them. She'd had one
hand on the keyboard and the other beneath the waistband of her
panties.
"So where were we?" Cathy said as she pulled the chair just
a little bit closer. Close enough for the young man to get both a
good whiff of her favorite perfume and a view down the valley of
her breasts. "Oh yeah, you said something about my making it up
to you."
It took a few seconds for Glen to find his voice. When he
found it, it was low and hesitant.
"I err.....what I mean was, I just wanted to ask you if....."
"Just ask, Glen," Cathy said reassuringly. "I don't bite."
she said with a smile. Mentally she added. "Oh yes I do, but no
one's ever complained."
"I just thought that it would be so great, I mean if it was all
right with you, if you could write a story for me." he finally
stammered out.
"What..???" Cathy replied.
"I'd like you to write a story about my fantasies," he went
on with a little more confidence.
"A story..???" Cathy repeated.
Taking her surprise as a possible rebuff, Glen began to
immediately apologize.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean...."
"No, its OK," Cathy cut in. "you just took me by surprise."
The return of the smile on his face was proof that her
reassurance had its effect.
"If it's a story you want, then it's a story that you'll get."
Cathy returned with a similar grin.
Deep down, Cathy was actually feeling disappointed. She had
worked herself into a sexual state and now to find out that all he
wanted was a story when he could have had her.
"So what kind of fantasy are we talking about?" Cathy
inquired.
"Well it would be about me and this woman, and we
would....err....I'm not really sure how to describe it."
"Describe it any way you want," Cathy said. "In any terms
you like. I'm not exactly afraid of words. Fuck, suck, cock, pussy,
they're just words that describe actions and objects. They don't
bother me."
"Well in the story I would meet this woman..."
"Who is she? What does she look like?" Cathy asked.
"Well she's older, maybe a teacher or someone I'm working
for."
"What color hair does she have?" Cathy asked. "Does she
have big breasts?"
"Err.. I guess she has dark hair and average breasts."
"Like mine?" she asked as she leaned a little more forward
and gave him an even better look down her blouse.
"Yes." he said a little sheepishly.
"OK, we're getting there," the older woman grinned. "And
what happens with the two of you. Does she seduce you?"
"Yes."
"What does she do?" Cathy asked.
"Well, she sort of gets me in a situation and seduces me."
"Does she play with your cock?"
"Yes."
"Does she suck it?"
"Yes." he said, trying to suppress the widening of his smile.
"Do you fuck her?"
"Yes," he went on, his efforts at restraint totally
abandoned.
"Is she a good fuck?" Cathy asked, amused at the thought
of her sitting in her house discussing with a 17 year old his sexual
fantasies. Then again, only twenty minutes ago she was pretty sure
she'd be making those sexual fantasies come true.
"I guess so?" Glen replied in a hesitant tone.
"You guess so?" Cathy repeated. "That's a strange answer.
Is she better than any other woman you've been with? Is she
better than your girlfriend?"
Glen didn't have an answer. He just looked at Cathy with a
blank expression.
"Glen, have you ever been with a woman? Do you have a
girlfriend?" she asked.
"Yes, I have a girlfriend." he quickly responded. His
unspoken answer told her that he was still a virgin.
"A girl up at school?" Cathy asked, concentrating on the
part of the question he had answered.
"No, I've been dating Beverly Friedman here in town when I
come home on weekends and breaks."
That surprised Cathy. Not that he was dating Beverly who
was on the high school's cheerleader squad, after all, he was a
handsome young man. What surprised her was that he hadn't slept
with her. If all the gossip were to be believed, Beverly had
already gone through most of the football team.
"Let's get back to the story." Cathy said. "How does she
start?"
"She begins to rub my cock...."
The mention of his cock caused Cathy to look down between
his legs. Sure enough, he had a raging hard-on. Not surprising
considering their discussion. The outline against his gym shorts
showed a length of about seven inches. Pretty impressive, she had
to admit.
"You mean like this," Cathy asked as she placed her long
slender fingers on his erection.
"Oh shit!" Glen exclaimed.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Cathy asked as she ran her fingers
up and down his cloth encased cock.
"Oh yes!"
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked.
"Oh no!" he blurted out as he leaned back in the chair and
enjoyed her touch.
Cathy slid her fingers down the length of his cock and
across the soft skin of his leg. On her return path, she slid her
hand under the material of his shorts until it made contact with his
hard flesh itself. This brought another even louder sigh from
Glen.
"You know Glen..." she said as she played with his cock.
"When you first said there was a way for me to pay you back for
fixing the computer, I thought you were going to ask to sleep with
me."
"Oh no, I wouldn't ask anything like that," he quickly
interjected.
"Of course you wouldn't," Cathy said softly as she noted
that the young cock in her hand was getting even harder. "But to
tell the truth, I was pretty excited by the idea."
Glen's breathing was beginning to become labored. At the
rate she was going, it would only be a matter of time before he
shot his load, right into Cathy's soft hand.
"In fact, I was just a little disappointed when my assumption
turned out to be a mistake," she went on. "So what we have here
is a set of choices."
"Choices?" Glen gasped as he tried to keep up with the
conversation.
"I could keep this up, and in about a minute or two you'd
come all over my hand. Or, if you're really feeling daring, we could
take this a little further."
Distracted by the rising fire in his balls, Glen's attention
kept drifting. He knew that Cathy was saying something important,
but somehow the reality of her hand on his cock blotted
everything else out.
"My hand on your cock feels nice, doesn't it?" she repeated,
not expecting an answer. "Of course it does. But tell me, how nice
do you think it would feel if I put it in my mouth instead. Or for
that matter, what do you think it would feel like if my pussy was
wrapped around it?"
That got his total attention. He didn't even react when
Cathy took her hand off his cock.
"Would you like me to suck your cock, Glen?" Cathy asked,
has Beverly ever done that for you?"
"No, I mean yes. I mean, no, she's never done that and yes
I'd really want you to." he babbled.
"Stand up then," Cathy said.
As he rose to his feet, Cathy took hold of his gym shorts
and pulled them and his briefs down to his ankles. His rock hard
cock sprang upward as it was exposed to the open air. With a
hunger, she pressed her face against it and kissed the base of it.
"Mmmm, it tastes so nice," she said as she ran her tongue
up and down the length of his young manhood. "So masculine." she
added before she dropped to her knees and glided her tongue
around the crown before slipping its fullness between her lips.
The sudden wetness that engulfed his cock sent a wave of
dizziness through Glen's brain. This couldn't really be happening.
This couldn't be his mother's best friend on her knees giving him
his first blow-job. It had to be a dream. Any second now he would
wake up and find himself laying in his bed with a pair of cum filled
underpants.
But the sudden rush of pressure that exploded up and out of
his balls told him that dream or not, he was about to climax like
he'd never done before. Even better than that night Beverly had
jerked him off when they had parked over by the lake.
Experience told Cathy that the young man had reached the
limit of his self-control. Like any other man his age, that limit was
set at a very low level of stimulation. She felt the first drop of
milky white impact against the back of her mouth and immediately
pulled his cock as deep as it would go within her.
Only a second later that single drop was followed by a torrent
that splattered across her mouth, covering every inch with a sticky
coating. Cathy swallowed the steady stream as fast as she could,
taking note that a young man's sperm had it's own special flavor.
Perhaps she'd been too hasty in her youth when she ignored guys
her own age. This thought was interrupted by yet another spurt
from his cock.
This time, she allowed it to fill her mouth, permitting
herself time to savor the taste as she swirled her tongue from one
side of her mouth to the other. A third spurt she let slide out of
the corners of her mouth and down the base of his young cock.
Then she ran her tongue up and down the shaft, relishing both the
tangy taste and the now intoxicating aroma of his youthful sex.
Even youth has it's limits and the fourth burst was less than
half the third. Cathy knew he was spent and took him deep within
her mouth one last time and began to wash him clean. By the time
his now semi-limp organ slipped from her mouth, few remnants of
her efforts remained.
"Now that was fun, wasn't it?" she laughed as she got up
off her knees.
"Oh God, that was unbelievable," Glen said, finally admitting
to himself that it had actually happened and wasn't a dream.
"There's a lot more fun we can have if you want," Cathy said
as she gave his hanging cock a playful tug. "We can see how this
little toy feels when it has a tight pussy wrapped around it. You'd
like that, wouldn't you?"
Glen looked at her in amazement. She really meant it. She
was going to let him fuck her. Of course he'd say yes. After that
incredible and unexpected cocksucking, Glen imagined even the
parish priest would have a hard time saying no.
"But pleasing a woman is about a lot more than just getting
your cock hard and sticking it in her," Cathy said as she released
his cock. "Let's see what we can teach you."
Taking a step backward, the dark haired woman reached up
and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Her 34c bust might not
be as firm as it was when she was 20, but it was still impressive.
It was just a matter of how you used it.
Glen watched in fascination as the view of her breasts grew
with each open button. It wasn't long before the white blouse
hung totally open and the only thing covering her luscious mounds
was a thin white bra.
"It opens in the front," Cathy said as she took a step closer
and invited the young man to unwrap her.
Excited, he reached out and fumbled with the clasp. It took
three attempts before it opened in his trembling fingers. As the
material fell away, he placed an outstretched hand under each
globe, delighting in both the softness and warmth of each.
He'd felt Beverly up while they were making out, but this
was the first time he'd actually seen a real naked breast.
"Go ahead, play with them," Cathy said as she enjoyed the
touch of his hands against her flesh. "You can even kiss them if
you want."
Needing little urging, Glen ran his hands across her breasts
again and again, finding fascination in the way her nipples became
erect as he rubbed them. Cathy's breasts seemed bigger than
he'd imagined them to be, but then again, perhaps he'd never
really taken the time to look at them in the proper perspective.
Carefully he lifted one nipple to his mouth and licked it,
bringing a soft moan of encouragement to his ears. Up at school
some of the guys had let him join in when they watched porno
tapes. He tried to remember how the men in them had "sucked
tit."
The older woman gave him a few minutes to just enjoy
himself and become comfortable with his actions. He kept a
breast in each hand, squeezing the softness of each and comparing
it with the hardness of each nipple. Raising one to his mouth, he
began to suck on it in earnest. He was rough at first, but Cathy
guided him in a soft understanding voice, teaching him how to use
his tongue. Then how to suck the nipple into his mouth and use his
teeth to give just the right touch of pleasure/pain.
Moving to the other breast, Glen showed that he was
indeed a quick learner. Cathy arched back and closed her eyes in
enjoyment as the teen continued to suckle at her tits. What she
was doing was so very wrong, but at the moment she didn't care.
She knew that before he left for home, Glen's cock would be
buried in her already wet pussy.
"This can work both ways you know," Cathy said as she slid
her fingers under the edge of his T-shirt and pulled it up and over
his head. She pressed her lips against the lightly haired chest and
kissed her way to his own nipples. Running her tongue across them
again and again, she showed that they too could get hard. Then she
demonstrated the instructions she had given him only a few
minutes before so that he would know in the future how it felt
when he did it again. To his surprise it felt really nice. For some
reason, he never considered the idea that the nipples on a guy
would be a sexually exciting area or that a man could feel the same
excitement as a woman when they were kissed there.
Cathy took her time orally playing with his nipples before
pulling his head down to hers and kissing him full on the lips. It
was the first time she had done it and in many ways, Glen found it
more erotic than the blow job she'd given him. A second kiss
followed and this time Glen felt her tongue pass between his lips
and into his mouth. Electricity seemed to spark as he felt her
tongue touch his, playing with it as it moved around in his mouth.
Instinctively he pressed forward with his own appendage as she
opened her lips to admit it. Of course he'd heard about french
kissing but none of the girls he'd dated did that sort of thing. It
was funny, from what he heard, some girls would actually sooner
suck your cock than have you trade tongues with them.
Back and forth their tongues flew as they kissed again and
again. While they necked, Cathy reached down and cupped his balls.
Gliding her hand upward, she tested his cock's renewed hardness.
It wouldn't be too long before he was ready again.
"Can I see your pussy?" Glen suddenly asked.
"Why of course you can," Cathy answered. "In fact I was
just about to suggest that. There's something else I'd like to
show you how to do."
Cathy broke their embrace and moved back a few paces.
She undid the clasp of her blue skirt and let it drop to the floor.
Beneath it she wore a pair of plain blue panties, they too quickly
made their way to the clothing pile on the floor.
The first thing Glen noticed was that unlike all the pictures
he'd seen in video's and magazines, there was no hair between
Cathy's legs. Her pussy was as bare as a teenage girls. When she
was younger, Cathy explained, she used to shave her crotch
because she thought it was sexy but later gave it up because it
became too much trouble, contenting herself with a tightly
trimmed bush instead. Then one day she noticed more than a few
gray and white pubic hairs when drying herself off after a shower.
The hair had been banished that day, never to return.
"It made me feel old," she laughed.
"I don't think I could ever think of you as old again." Glen
remarked.
It was the "again" in his remark that bothered her. Prior to
this afternoon, he had seen her as old.
"Well you wanted to get a good look at it," Cathy said as she
raised one leg up onto the chair. "You're not going to get one way
over there."
Now it was Glen's turn to get down on his knees as he moved
beneath Cathy's outstretched legs. She'd reached down and
parted the lips of her cunt to give him a full unhindered look. Only
a few inches away, Glen couldn't help but think that the only word
to describe it was "nasty."
"What do you think?" Cathy asked.
"It's beautiful," he lied.
"I want you to kiss it," Cathy said. "I want you to lick my
pussy and taste how sweet the juices can be."
Somewhat hesitantly, Glen lifted his head to comply. He was
afraid if he said that he didn't want to, his lessons in love would
end here and now. For the chance to finally get laid he could put
up with it for a little while. After all, hadn't a few of the guys
back in school said it wasn't so bad if you kept reminding yourself
what was going to come after it.
Clumsily at first, he simply tried to take the whole thing in
his mouth like he had Cathy's nipples. Then he settled down and
began to lick up and down, using his hand to expose more of the
pink softness within. After a few minutes, he decided that it
wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it was kind of fun. A fun that was
made even more so by the melody of delight issuing from Cathy's
lips.
From the books on sex that he'd read, he knew what the
clitoris was, although he was sure he was the first of his friends
here in town to actually have the chance to see one close up. He
reached out to it with his tongue and was rewarded with another
series of soft moans from his new found lover. The taste of
female honey filled his mouth and this too was surprisingly sweet.
So much for all the fish smell jokes he'd heard.
Cathy's cunt grew wetter with each passing minute. She
guided Glen's fingers into her pussy and quickly showed him how to
finger-fuck a woman. Between his tongue and fingers, she was as
wet as she could be. Even an experienced woman such as herself had
a limit on self control and she was quickly reaching hers. Her body
cried out for his hard cock and she was no longer willing to wait for
it. She lifted herself off his now eager face and stepped away
from him.
The look of disappointment that filled his face quickly faded
however as she took him by the hand and motioned for the door.
"Why don't we move to the bedroom," she said in a lust-filled
voice. "I know a cherry that needs popping."
The centerpiece of the master bedroom was a large
oversized bed which took up a good part of the room. When Cathy
and her husband had gone shopping for a new bedroom set they'd
fallen in love with the large oak piece. It was twice the size a
couple of their heights needed but as Cathy joked afterward, it
isn't as if we only use it for sleeping.
With a look of glee on her face, a naked Cathy jumped to
the center of the bed, pulling an equally naked Glen behind her.
She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him with all the fire she had
inside her. Not since the first time with her husband-to-be had
she gotten herself this worked up with a man. With the added
excitement that this was Glen's first time, it might very well turn
into the hottest she'd ever been with a man.
"Fuck me!" she whispered into his ear as she held him
tightly against her. "I want that big hard cock in my pussy."
That said, she dropped back against the four pillows that
were piled in front of the headboard and spread her legs in
invitation. Normally she preferred the female superior position
with her on top, but she figured Glen would like this position
better.
Without hesitation, for he was as horny as she was, if not
more so, Glen climbed on top of her. He kissed her again and
continued to kiss his way down to her breasts. While he did, Cathy
reached down and took hold of his rigid member and guided it to
her waiting cunt.
"Fuck me!" she said again, this time in a much louder tone.
"Fill my pussy with that cock!"
Glen smiled as he replaced Cathy's hand around his cock with
his own. He placed it at the entrance of her hole and gently slid it
in. She was so lubricated that he quickly filled her until his balls
slapped against her skin. He reached down and took a hold of each
of her legs as he had seen them do in the movie, then began to
fuck her as hard as he could.
"Oh God Yes!" Cathy cried out as she felt his cock fill her.
It felt so good. She reached behind him and grabbed his ass.
Taking a firm grip, she added her own strength to his thrusts,
taking him deeper inside her. She also wrapped her legs around his
back, restricting the length of his strokes but increasing their
frequency.
With every once of energy he could muster, Glen thrust
his cock into Cathy again and again. A thousand nights of
fantasy fueled his passion. That the realization of his nighttime
dreams would come at the hand of his mother's best friend only
seemed to make it more exciting. The walls of her pussy felt so
good as they wrapped around his cock. Glen had been masturbating
since he was 13 but he never imagined that anything could feel as
good as this.
Sweat covered both their bodies as they thrashed back and
forth atop the wide bed. Cathy continued to hold him tightly, his
face pressed tightly against her own. She continued to murmur
quiet words of encouragement, not that they were needed. In
between, she alternated between licking and nibbling on his ear.
"Oh your cock feels so good inside of me," she purred as a
familiar pleasing wave of passion crested across her body. "You're
such a good lover."
Glen was sure she was only saying that to make him feel
good. But even if the words were faked, the reactions of her body
to his weren't. He might not be the greatest lover but he knew he
was bringing her pleasure. The neophyte lover only hoped it was
equal to that she was bringing to him.
After what seemed like an eternity, Cathy felt Glen's body
begin to tense, signaling an imminent explosion within him. His first
climax within a woman. She grabbed him as hard as she could and
pulled him as far inside her as possible.
Cathy held him tight, preventing him from moving so that
he could savor the feeling of release she knew was coming. As
soon as she felt the shudder of his body she relaxed and let it
trigger the volcanic waves within her own body. Her pussy
exploded as she felt the burst of his seed fill her body, electrical
charges radiated outward until they filled the core of her being.
She smothered his face against her breasts, allowing him to taste
the sweat that covered her body.
Then as the tremors subsided within, she pulled his head
up and pressed her lips against his. She kissed her young lover
passionately again and again. Holding him pressed tightly against
her, she continued to pump his still firm cock until his balls had
been squeezed of every last drop of that beautiful white cream.
Finally it was done and his hot, sweat covered body collapsed
upon hers. Too exhausted to even lift himself, he just lay there,
his cock still within her. Eventually it began to shrink to its
pre-aroused state and slipped from within her.
Wrapping her arms around him, Cathy ran her fingers across
his back and down to his ass. His body felt so warm and nice
against hers, she hoped he shared the feeling of contentment that
filled her.
"So I guess now I'm a man," Glen said as he lifted his head
off her breasts.
"Sweetheart, you were already a man." Cathy said in a soft
voice. "You just have a little experience now, that's all." she
added as she kissed the top of his head.
They lay there for about a half hour, just kissing, touching
and talking. Glen understood that this had been a one time thing
and Cathy was sure he'd never tell another soul. Glancing at the
clock on the night table, Cathy said that he'd have to go because
her daughter would be home from scouts in half an hour.
She'd considered offering him the use of her shower as
they were both soaked to the skin. Then remembering how much
she loved sex in the shower, she decided she didn't trust herself
enough not to jump in after him. It just wouldn't do to have Dora
show up with the girls and find the two of them going at it again.
"I'm sorry I can't offer you a shower," she said.
"No problem, I'll just tell my mom that I was exercising."
he replied. "It's not really a lie, is it." he laughed.
Glen's mentioning Sabrina brought Cathy back to cold
reality. God, she had fucked her friend's teenage son. What
would Sabrina say if she knew?
The fear only lasted a minute. One creed that Cathy had
followed all her life was never look back. You can't change what
was or spend your time worrying about what might be.
"I guess this means I don't get my story," Glen quipped as
he pushed the ends of his T-shirt into his shorts."
"Lover, I'm going to write you the best story you ever read."
she said as she gave him one last kiss. "And I'm going to put it
online so that all the world will know what a great lover you are."
"That's a lie," he replied. "but it gives me a goal to shoot
for. I'll settle for that."
"Fair enough," Cathy said, then switched to a serious tone.
"Glen, remember the concept of the four walls I once mentioned in
my letters."
"Yeah, I remember," he replied. "What happens between
these four walls, stays between these four walls."
"Exactly, now you'd better get going."
Pausing only to retrieve his computer tools, he did just that.
Cathy took a quick shower as not to smell of sex when Dora
showed up. Enjoying the feel of the hot water against her skin, she
reflected on what had just happened. Stepping out of the shower,
she looked at her reflection in the mirror and asked for the
hundredth time.
"Had it been worth it?"
Her reflection smiled back and said. "Damn right it was."
Part Two - Caught In The Act
Six weeks had gone by since that afternoon with Glen and
the whole encounter had already receded to memory as far as
Cathy was concerned. She'd kept her promise and written Glen his
story, and after changing the names had put it on line.
True to his word, Glen had never mentioned what happened,
not even in his email response to her posting. Never even alluding
that he was the character in her story, Glen merely stated that he
thought the tale was her best work ever. He was away at the summer
camp he worked at now and mentioned that he'd taken up with a fellow
counselor named Judy Winters. They got along great and hopefully
he'd get to know her a lot better in time.
Glen's mother had just gotten back from a two week
vacation in the Caribbean. She'd called Cathy the other day and
invited her over for lunch. Unfortunately Cathy couldn't make it
and countered with an invitation to come over and share a dip in
the pool and lunch. The temperature was going to hit 90 today and
Sabrina had readily agreed. Jim had taken Laura to spend the
weekend at her grandmother's house so they would have peace and
quiet. Cathy didn't exactly get along with her mother-in-law so
both parties were more than willing to accept a flimsy excuse as to
why she stayed home.
For once the weathermen had hit it right on the money and
the mercury crested at 90 just about noon. Cathy was floating in
the pool enjoying the solitude and being thankful that she hadn't
gone to her in-laws. Cathy and Jim had put a lot of work into their
backyard over the years and it had become their private refuge.
The inground pool opened onto a large deck which in turn led to the
kitchen's patio doors. Beyond the pool was a play area, complete
with swing set and slide. The entire yard was surrounded by a
natural barrier of trees that provided a lot more privacy than the
six foot fences allowed by the town’s building regulations. It was
one of the reasons they'd bought the house at the end of town. If
only more days could be like this.
"Hello!" called out a cheery voice from the front of the
house.
"Back here, Sabrina!" Cathy called out as she coasted to the
side of the pool.
The high wooden door opened and in stepped Sabrina. 5'5"
and a trim 110lbs, the redhead had her shoulder length hair tied
back in a ponytail and tucked under a black baseball cap. She wore
a simple white T-shirt with "banana republic" written across her
firm breasts and a short pair of blue pants. In the two weeks
she'd been away, Sabrina had acquired a deep rich tan of which
Cathy was immediately jealous. Try as she could, every time she
tried to get a tan like that the most she would wind up with was a
nasty sunburn.
"Welcome back," Cathy said as she propped herself up on
the pool's edge.
"Thanks," Sabrina smiled as she reached up and removed
the dark round sunglasses she'd been wearing. "It was a lot a fun
but it's nice to be back home."
"Well you picked a fine day to come over for a swim," Cathy
said. "And before I say anything else, I hate you for that tan."
she laughingly added.
"Remember, jealousy killed the cat!" Sabrina shot back.
"That was curiosity!" countered Cathy.
"Close enough," the younger woman chuckled.
"That out of the way, why don't you run inside and change?"
said Cathy. "The water feels great. I left the kitchen door open."
"I've already got my suit on," Sabrina noted as she took
hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head.
Beneath the shirt Sabrina wore a rather skimpy white bikini
top which barely contained her 36c mounds. It was immediately
evident that her tan was an all over tan. Four kids and the 35 year
old still had a body that most 25 year olds would die for. A good
diet and three days a week in the gym will do that for you.
"Nice suit," Cathy noted.
"Just something I bought to take with me on the cruise,"
Sabrina remarked.
"I'm surprised something like that held up."
"I only said I brought it with me. I never said I wore it."
the redhead smirked.
"So I noticed," came the reply.
The shorts followed and with a powerful leap, she dove
into the deep end of the pool. After completing a full lap of the
pool she glided up alongside Cathy.
"That felt good," she smiled.
"I told you." said her host. "Now tell me everything about
your trip."
For the next half hour, Sabrina described cruising the
Caribbean. The fun in the sun, the trips to the islands, the late
night dancing and the food.
"Oh the food, it was so wonderful and there was so much of
it." Sabrina said. "I must've put on ten pounds."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Cathy said in a tone laced with sarcasm.
"Speaking of food, what's for lunch?" Sabrina asked. "I
could eat a horse."
"One horse coming up," Cathy said as she lifted herself out
of the water.
Sabrina followed and Cathy handed her a large bath towel.
Wrapping the towels around themselves, they moved into the
kitchen.
With the central air running, the house was a good 20
degrees cooler. After the swim, the cooler environment was like
heaven. They finished drying off and piled the towels on a kitchen
chair.
"Oh no, we're fresh out of horse," Cathy said in mock
horror as she looked in the refrigerator. "I guess we'll have to
settle for chicken salad."
"That's fine."
As they ate, Cathy continued to ask questions about the
cruise. Sabrina didn't mind really, but after a while it became
evident that she had something else on her mind.
"You mind if I ask a question for a change?" Sabrina said as
she finished describing the midnight dance on their last night
aboard.
"Of course," Cathy said as she poured herself another glass
of wine and took a sip.
"I'm curious," Sabrina said as she placed her own glass on
the countertop. "Was Glen a good fuck?"
"What?!?!" Cathy gasped, almost choking on the wine she'd
just drunk.
"Glen, my son," Sabrina said in a serious tone. "The young
man you screwed last month. I hope you haven't forgotten him
already."
Cathy sat coldly silent for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally she said. "Sabrina, I don't know what to say? What you
must think of me?"
"I have to confess that when I first found out I was
furious," Sabrina answered. "Then after I thought about it a few
days, I began to see it in a different light."
Not knowing where her friend was going with this, Cathy was
afraid to interrupt.
"Glen's an adult and it's time I accepted that. Eventually,
he was going to sleep with a woman. In fact I should be surprised
it's taken this long. After all, he's turned into quite a handsome
young man."
She paused for a breath and took another sip of wine.
"Of course I thought it would be someone like Beverly
Friedman, not a woman older than his mother."
"Ouch, that hurt" Cathy thought.
"Then again, at least I don't have to worry that you're going
to show up at the front door with a baby in your arms and looking
for Glen." she paused a second then added. "I don't, do I?"
"No." Cathy said quietly.
"That's good. Now where was I? Oh yes, eventually I began
to look at it all as a positive thing. Glen seems to have a lot more
confidence around women now. In fact he's got a girlfriend up at
camp and they've even slept together already."
Another pause, another drink.
"I wonder if I'd feel the same way if I'd had a 17 year old
daughter instead and you were a 41 year old man. Probably not. I
realize that's somewhat hypocritical, but then so are so many
things in life."
For the first time since Sabrina asked her bombshell
question, Cathy let out a sigh of relief. It was looking like she
could talk her way out of this. She'd admit it was a mistake and
promise that nothing like that would ever happen again.
"Glen didn't tell me any of this by the way," Sabrina
continued. "I know he promised he'd keep it a secret and I
wouldn't want you to think he was a liar."
The redhead took a final long pull on her glass, emptying the
contents. The moments passed as she let the older woman wonder
how she found out about that lust filled June afternoon.
"Ever since he was 12 and we got him his first computer,
Glen's kept a journal on it," Sabrina finally began to explain. "He
got the idea from that TV show about the kid doctor. Anyway,
every single night he's made an entry. Every secret of his life goes
into it. He even emails his daily entries from his laptop to the PC in
his room. I guess he feels that way he won't be tempted to edit
them later."
"And you read his diary?" Cathy asked.
"Yes, I know it's an invasion of privacy and all that," Sabrina
said, "But if that's the price I pay for keeping my son out of
trouble then I'll gladly pay it. That's how I know about his new
love as well."
"You think he'd encrypt something like that, computer
genius that he is," Cathy said, thinking after she finished that it
sounded like she was making fun of him.
"Oh he does," his mother said. "But Glen is nothing if not a
person of habit. He hasn't changed the password to those files
since he was 13. Even back then, it only took me a few days to
figure out the password was the dog's name."
"So can I assume that you're now all right with all this,"
Cathy said, holding her breath as she waited for an answer.
"Yeah, pretty much so," Sabrina smiled at last.
"Thank God!" Cathy said. "I'd really hate to lose your
friendship. It really means a lot to me."
"I just wanted to have my say about it," Sabrina concluded.
"Then we'll put it behind us."
"Great!" Cathy replied with relief as she took a large drink
of wine, emptying her own glass.
"Now, Anne O' Donnell, that I really found interesting,"
Sabrina abruptly changed the subject as Cathy once more gagged
on her drink.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Cathy mentally repeated to
herself as she felt like she'd fallen from the proverbial frying pan
into the fire.
"Don't worry," Sabrina said reassuringly. "I don't care if
you wrote those stories. Who do you think I am, Dolores?"
The renewed image of what someone like Dolores could do
with the knowledge of Cathy's authorship sent a shiver down her
back.
"Actually, I thought most of them were pretty good," she
went on. "I printed out hard copies of them all and took them on
the cruise with me in a binder. I told Tom it was some work from
the office that I wanted to catch up on while I got some sun. He
thought it rather silly that I'd take something like that on
vacation but since I only read it while he was playing cards or such,
he really didn't mind. In fact, since I came to bed incredibly
horny every night, he really didn't mind about anything."
Cathy couldn't help but notice the wicked smile on Sabrina's
face.
"It took almost the whole two weeks to read the forty nine
stories. I wondered where you ever found the time to do it all."
"Well I've been doing it for a couple of years now," Cathy
offered in way of explanation.
"Really?" the younger woman went on. "I also recognized
more than a few characters based on common acquaintances. It
must have been fun putting them in such interesting situations?"
"Actually, yes it was."
"One thing I did find somewhat curious," Sabrina noted as
she poured more wine for both of them. "How come there
weren't any characters based on me? If nothing else, the fact
that a great many of the women in your tales have red hair
should've qualified me in that regard."
"I guess I couldn't think of you in that manner," came the
explanation as Cathy drank some more wine as well.
"Really?" Sabrina said in surprise. "Could it be that you
didn't want to write about me because it was too close to what you
really wanted? Could it be that you wanted me for real and not
just in an erotic fantasy."
Between the numerous glasses of wine and the topic of
conversation, Cathy was beginning to feel somewhat uncomfortable.
She really wasn't used to being on the defensive.
"Would you be shocked if I told you that you're not the only
one who's had female lovers in her life?" Sabrina suddenly said.
Cathy's mouth opened wide in surprise. It was almost the
last thing she would've ever expected Sabrina to admit to.
The only thing that would've shocked her more would've been an
admission of incest.
"Based on all the writings of Anne O' Donnell that I read
from Glen's computer, I'm sure I've nowhere near the experience
that you've had. But all told, I've had three women as lovers.
She paused and could see the unasked questions on Cathy's
face. Sabrina knew she wanted to ask about her affairs but was
torn between that urge and her desire not to push too deep.
Sabrina was more than happy to tell more, thinking that she'd gone
this far and saw no reason to stop now.
"The first was when I was 19, back while I still lived in
England," she began. "It was a year after Glen was born and I was
still going to the University. My boyfriend, Glen's father, had
disappeared when I became pregnant. It was all I could do to keep
it all together."
"You mean Tom isn't Glen's father?" asked the older
woman.
"No, he's not," her friend answered. "And that's something
no one in town knows - not even Glen. It was something Tom and I
decided a long time ago."
"I've already forgotten it," Cathy said.
"Good. Like I said, it was real tough going back then.
Sometimes when I take the life style I live now too much for
granted, I think about those months of trying to get by on
twenty pounds sterling a week and it puts it all in perspective."
Cathy continued to listen, fascinated by the story as she
opened a second bottle of wine and refilled their glasses.
"As you might've imagined, my parents were somewhat upset
with my pregnancy. Still, even with the circumstances, they loved
being grandparents. Mom was more than happy to take care of the
baby while I continued school and worked at the cinema at night."
"That was where I met Amanda Nelson. She worked the
concession stand with me. In spite of the 15 years between us, we
became very good friends. Eventually, we became a lot more. I
suppose in hindsight it would be easy to say that she seduced me,
but the reality was that we were both recovering from recent
losses and just found solace in each other's bed."
"Nine months later I met Thomas Drake. Despite the fact
that he like Amanda was much older than me, we were married less
than a year later. Six months after the wedding I found myself
pregnant again and when the opportunity to relocate to his
Corporation's American offices came up, we jumped at it. Both of
us decided that a new clean start was just what we needed."
"Michael was the first American-born Drake. When he
turned one I went back to school and got my degree. It was also
there that I had my second bisexual affair, this time with another
student. It wasn't anything serious, more recreation sex than
anything else - just enough to deal with the stress of being wife,
mother and student."
"The last time was right here in Cedar Grove," Sabrina said
as she made a sweeping gesture with her wine glass. "I guess that
was more or less right after you moved here. I can't tell you much
about that one because, aside from it being the most brief, the
woman involved still lives here in town. We were only together a
few times and she decided after that she really wasn't
comfortable with the idea. And before you ask, yes you do know
her but that's all I'm going to say on that subject."
"Amazing!" Cathy thought as she was about to take another
sip of wine then decided she'd had too much already. "There was
so much I didn't know about my best friend. Then again, there was
so much she didn't know about me either."
"I guess it's only fair that I share a few secrets as well,"
she replied. "That is unless you wouldn't be interested."
"Oh I'm sure I'd be very interested." Sabrina replied as
she made herself a little more comfortable on the high stool next
to Cathy and took another taste of wine. Unlike her older friend,
she hadn't reached her limit.
Cathy thought about it all for a few moments and then
started at the beginning, as good a place to start as any. She told
her how she'd had her first experience with a woman. When she
was 17, she'd gotten a summer job at a lingerie store in the local
mall. Her boss, who was also the owner, was a rather attractive
woman named Elizabeth whom Cathy suspected was a lesbian.
One night after they'd completed the inventory of some new
merchandise, they'd celebrated on some wine and cheese from one
of the mall's upscale delicatessens. The conversation had drifted
to sex and Cathy had confided that she had stronger feelings for
women she knew that any of the guys she dated. Like in Sabrina's
case, it would be too easy to say that Elizabeth had seduced her.
After all, how could a teenage girl be the aggressor with a 39 year
old woman. But truth be told, Cathy had definitely been the
dominant party that night and had begun an affair that lasted over
a year.
Even before her fling with Liz had run it's course, Cathy had
a few more lovers. They came in all sizes and shapes - diversity
seemed to bring an added excitement to it all. The one thing that
they all had in common was that they were all much older than she
was. Girls her own age really didn't appeal to her at all. This
pattern continued for a number of years. She still dated men as
well and even had a few affairs with them. She couldn't complain
about the sex because that was always fun regardless of her
partner's gender. It was just that she couldn't find the same
satisfaction in other aspects of a relationship with a man.
By the time she was 30, Cathy had all but given up
attempting relationships with men and dated women exclusively. In
fact by that point, it had been almost five years since she'd had
sex with a man. She didn't view it as a defeat or anything like
that, merely as an acceptance of how her life had progressed.
Then in late '88 she'd come home from the Club Med in
Martinique with a new lover, Carol Donohue. A reporter for a New
York Newspaper, they'd struck up a friendship and decided to
spend some time together when they got home. Neither had any
illusions that their relationship was based on anything but great
sex. But as long as they both were happy with that - that was
enough.
They were making love in her bedroom the afternoon they
got home when Carol’s younger brother interrupted them. He had
been checking on her apartment while she was away and thought
she wasn't coming home until the weekend.
Jim had known his sister was a lesbian since he was 19 so he
wasn't shocked on finding her in bed with another woman. As least
he took it as well as any guy would when he walked in on his sister
with her face buried between someone else's legs.
After apologies on both sides, Carol made them lunch.
During table talk, they discovered that Cathy and Jim had a
common passion for both history and science fiction. Out of that
somewhat inauspicious beginning developed a friendship that grew to
love. A love that told Cathy that she'd found the soulmate she'd
always craved and she wasn't about to lose him simply because he
hadn't turned out to be the gender she'd expected.
Less than a year later they were married, their daughter
was born thirteen months after that. Every day was a new
adventure for them and as long as her extracurricular sexual
activities were confined to women, Jim was able to accept
them. She really couldn't explain to someone else as to how their
marriage remained strong under those circumstances, it was
enough to say that it did.
"And how did he feel about you and Glen?" Sabrina asked as
she put down her glass and then pushed it away. "Or didn't you tell
him about that."
"Yes, I told him," she answered. "I think the fact that I
was with another man and tried to hide it would cause more
damage than if I told him. I can't say he was overjoyed about it,
but he said he understood the passions that drove me and would
accept that it would never happen again."
"I knew that you'd led a rather interesting life, but not that
fascinating," Sabrina remarked. "I almost feel jealous."
"Don't. There were more than a few major downsides as
well. I just don't dwell on the negatives."
"So here we are." Sabrina said.
"So here we are," Cathy repeated. "And where do we go
from here?"
Sabrina seemed to think about it for a few fleeting
moments. Then she leaned across the short nineteen inches that
separated their two chairs and kissed her long time friend. Unlike
the hundreds of kisses they'd exchanged over the many years of
their friendship, this one was full of lust and passion.
The soft caress of Sabrina's lips against her own caught
Cathy momentarily by surprise, but you'd have to stress the
momentary aspect of her astonishment. By the time she felt the
pressure of her friend's tongue between those lips, she was more
than willing to open and admit it. Returning all the enthusiasm that
her friend was putting into the kiss, Cathy was sorry to have it end
and immediately returned the affectionate touch. As she did, she
felt an equally gentle hand embrace her breast, lightly kneading
them and squeezing her nipples. The dark haired woman placed her
hand over Sabrina's and guided it to her heart.
"You were saying, where do we go from here?" Sabrina said in
a soft whisper as their lips parted.
"Yes," Cathy answered in an equally low tone, her head
swimming from the effect of both the kiss and the wine.
"Why don't we go up to your bedroom?" Sabrina suggested.
"I'm sure we'll be much more comfortable there."
The beaming grin on Cathy's face showed that she thought
that was a very delightful suggestion indeed.
Like two children who'd suddenly been given the keys to a
candy store, the women raced through the house and up the spiral
staircase. Cathy won the mini-race and as a reward Sabrina
reached up and around from behind and took hold of her breasts.
She slipped her nimble fingers under the thin material of the older
woman's bikini top, playing those skillful digits across her already
hardened nipples. Cathy spun around in her arms and kissed her
fiercely. Both woman quickly undid each other's tops and both
garments dropped to the floor.
Continuing to exchange kisses, they rubbed their breasts
against each other, generating a friction heat that they knew was
only the beginning.
"Mmm, that feels nice," Sabrina purred as Cathy rubbed her
smaller mounds against the taller woman's tanned globes, making
nipple to nipple contact.
"How'd you like to start with a massage?" Cathy asked.
"I thought this was a massage," Sabrina grinned.
"It gets better," Cathy answered. "Why don't you lay down
on the bed."
With a silent smile, Sabrina complied with the request and
stretched out on the soft top sheet. Her naked breasts pressed
into the bed, Sabrina began to reach down and pull off her panties.
"No, I'll do that," Cathy said as she reached down and
stopped her tanned hands.
Joining her friend on the mattress, Cathy straddled her and
began to rub her neck. As her fingers worked, she leaned over and
began to kiss her way down her back. She started at her neck and
slowly transversed the warm flesh with both her fingers and lips,
whispering terms of endearment as she went.
As she moved, her hand drifted alongside Sabrina's breasts
and traced a fine line down them with her nails. When she reached
the top edge of Sabrina's bikini briefs, she took hold of the
waistband with her teeth and pulled them down, exposing the plump
tanned cheeks of Sabrina's ass. The woman beneath her lifted
herself a few inches off the surface of the bed to allow Cathy to
draw the briefs down and off her legs.
"This is a surprise," Cathy chuckled as she look down and
spotted a teddy bear tattoo on the fatty part of Sabrina's left
cheek. On impulse she kissed it.
A new series of kisses followed as Cathy covered both
cheeks. Her tongue left a shiny trail that began just at the crack
between her valley and went down and across to the hairy red
mound on the other end.
Stretching out her fingers against those mounds, she
exposed Sabrina's sex and pressed her tongue deep within her.
"Ooooo," Sabrina moaned as she again lifted herself to give
greater access.
With all the skill she'd gained over the last twenty-four
years, Cathy played her new lover's pussy like a musical instrument.
Each motion of her slippery tongue sent little charges of
electricity through her friend. She savored the taste that coated
her tongue, a delight she wouldn't have ever dared to hop for, even
in her dreams.
As much as she wanted this to go on forever, she knew
there were still many pleasures she wanted to share with her new
love.
She spun Sabrina over and turned her own body around so
that the tanned woman would have access to her own cunt. She
easily slid the remains of her own bathing suit to the floor and
once more climbed on top.
Sabrina stared in fascination at the sight of her friend's
naked cunt only a few inches from her mouth. Her son's
description of it in his journal didn't do it justice. It was
beautiful. The scent of Cathy's sex was almost overpowering, and
to her delight she learned with her first lick that the taste was all
she hoped it would be. Cathy lowered her pelvis, so that Sabrina
could have easier access to her wet cunt. She gave Sabrina free
reign, allowing her to set the pace of her actions.
Slowly at first, Sabrina licked her lover, exploring her
womanhood, savoring her taste. Then she began to quicken the
pace until she reached a rhythm that sent little ripples throughout
Cathy's body. As they slowly built in intensity, Cathy knew they
would eventually lead to orgasm.
Satisfied that Sabrina was comfortable and well on her way,
Cathy turned her attentions back to the now saturated mound
before her own mouth. Parting Sabrina's lips, she quickly went to
work and expertly matched Sabrina's rhythm. Their bodies were
in sync as they heaved and sweated in a building passion.
The rising waves of ecstasy filling her body told Cathy that
Sabrina was definitely a diamond in the raw. What would she be
like with some more practice. As she felt herself cresting, the 41
year-old pressed her naked cunt down against Sabrina's face, while
simultaneously driving her own tongue as deep inside Sabrina as it
would go. Their orgasms were almost simultaneous, and as powerful
as any Cathy had experienced.
They laid there wrapped in each other’s embrace, gathering
their energies for a few minutes. Both knew the best was yet to
come.
"Know what turned me on the most in your stories?" Sabrina
said as she stroked her lover's breasts. "The way some of the
women in your stories used toys. You know, dildos and such. Do
you have things like that?"
Cathy smiled and leaned over the side of the bed. From the
bottom draw of the night table, the dark haired woman withdrew a
bright red string bag. She undid the laces and dumped the
contents on the bed.
"Take your pick," she laughed.
"Oh my," Sabrina said as she looked at the collection spread
out in front of her.
There were assorted vibrators, as well as a variety of
dildo's - both stand alone and strap ons. Also in evidence were a
few light bondage items such as cloth restraints and a blindfold.
Cathy had to conceal a laugh as Sabrina picked up each item
and examined it. It was obvious that it was the first time she had
actually seen some of these items. Finally she picked up a strap on
in each hand and held them up. One was a small thin model, the
other long and thick.
"I guess one size doesn't fit all," she giggled.
"Well actually, that one's an anal model." Cathy said,
indicating the smaller version.
"Yuck!" Sabrina grimaced as she dropped it back on the bed.
"I could never get into that."
"As a matter of fact, that one belongs to Jim." Cathy
added.
"Jim?" Sabrina repeated. "Why would Jim need a .....?
Then it hit her. The dildo wasn't for Jim to use on Cathy...it
was for her to use on him. She picked it up and examined it again.
Looking back at her friend, Sabrina mentally pictured her wearing
the strap on and fucking her husband. Surprisingly, she found the
image highly erotic.
"Can we try this one?" she asked, indicating the larger one.
"Of course we can," Cathy replied. "Do you want to wear it
or should I?
"Could you wear it?" Sabrina asked, a sense of hunger
evident in her voice.
The tone of her voice was a familiar one to Cathy, but one
which she would never have previously associated with her friend.
It was the voice of a submissive. Cathy had known enough female
submissives in her life to recognize it instantly.
Thinking about it later, the sudden revelation would seem
like less of a surprise. It wasn't that uncommon for people who
had to be so responsible and in control all the time to like to be the
total opposite sexually.
Falling right into what was a familiar role, Cathy held the
dildo against her pussy and began to simulate a male masturbation
motion. She shook the rubber cock a few time to get Sabrina's
attention, not that it wasn't glued to the artificial prick.
"Why don't you come over and give "big boy" here a little
suck?" she said. "Get him nice and hard."
Sabrina crawled across the bed and took Cathy's "cock" into
her mouth. Slowly she slid it deep inside her mouth, covering it
with saliva. Running her tongue up and down the length, she began
to act as if it were real. With all the skill she exhibited on the
false phallus, Cathy would've been begging for more had it been
real.
"You're a real cock-sucker, aren't you?" Cathy laughed as
she got turned on even more watching Sabrina swallow the full
length of her "cock" once again.
With a slight reluctance, she took hold of the dildo and
pulled it from the redhead's eager mouth. Slipping her legs
through the straps, she began to pull them tight.
"Baby, get ready for the fucking of your life!" Cathy said as
the last strap tightened as far as it would go and the dildo sat
flush against her pussy, giving her the appearance of a first class
hard on.
Looking over her shoulder to watch Cathy adjust the straps
of the rubber phallus, Sabrina assumed a doggy position across the
bed. Cathy was right in guessing that deep inside, she'd always
had a secret submissive streak. Always having to be in control all
the time was no fun. For once she'd like to just let go.
From a blue tube that was in the bag, Cathy smeared a large
amount of clear lubricant over the cockhead of her dildo. Then
she pushed her slippery fingers down between Sabrina's legs and
up into her already lubricated pussy. She pushed all five fingers in,
stretching the opening.
"Oooo," moaned Sabrina as she felt the initial intrusion.
Cathy pressed her naked body up against the back of
Sabrina's own. She lifted her hanging cock and positioned the head
against the now saturated tunnel.
"Spread those beautiful legs, honey," Cathy whispered into
Sabrina's ear as she nibbled at it. "Cause you're going to love this."
she added with a kiss.
With that she began rubbing the round tip of her cock up
and down the length of Sabrina's pussy before taking a firm grip
and pushing it within her.
"Aaaaa!" Sabrina yelled as she felt herself being penetrated
.
"Relax," Cathy said as she eased the dildo out a little,
before pushing it back in twice the depth of her first attempt.
Cathy reached around and rubbed her fingers against
Sabrina's clit. Doggy style was her favorite position, it gave her
such a feeling of superiority. Her frantic motions against the small
nub at the top of Sabrina's cunt helped distract her from the pain
as Cathy began to thrust deeper within her with an
ever increased frequency.
Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to an increasing
pleasure. Even through the artificial cock, Cathy could feel the
walls of Sabrina's cunt grabbing hold of her as she thrusted inside
her one more time.
"You love this, don't you?" Cathy asked between thrusts as
she grabbed both of the taller woman's hips and pulled her ass
hard against her.
"Oh yes," Sabrina panted as she began to match Cathy's
rhythm and draw the dildo deeper inside her.
Cathy slid her hands up and down Sabrina's body as she
continued to fuck her with ever increasing ferocity. Her fingers
closed tight against her breasts as she used them to pull Sabrina
against her time after time. Cathy always got off fucking other
women in this way, she loved to be in control.
An added dimension to Sabrina's enjoyment was the thought
that it was right here on this same bed a few weeks ago that her
son had fucked a woman for the very first time. Not just any
woman, but the lust filled bitch that was fucking her with abandon.
Cathy pushed Sabrina's head and shoulders down across the
oversized pillows, giving her greater access to the depths of her
pussy. The constant rubbing against her own love button was
sending her into pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot sweat covered each
of their bodies as both shook with the energy and passion of
unrestricted sex.
Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Cathy grabbed
Sabrina's long hair and pulled her head back. With a fierce fire in
her dark eyes, Cathy pressed her lips hard against the helpless
woman beneath her. The taste of their tongues as they
intertwined was enough to push her to within an inch of the abyss.
"Deeper," Sabrina gasped as Cathy's tongue slid out of her
mouth.
Try as she could, it would've been physically impossible for
Cathy to get any more inside Sabrina. At least in the position they
were in.
"On the floor!" Cathy commanded as she pulled the dildo all
the way out. "On your back!"
Not even giving Sabrina time to comply, the younger woman
pushed her onto her back. She followed her a moment later and
rammed the large rubber cock between her outstretched legs.
Sabrina screamed in ecstasy as Cathy drove the dildo it's
full length within her. Cathy's smaller mounds pressed hard
against Sabrina's globes, causing an electric tingling as their
nipples touched.
Burying her temporary manhood deep inside her new lover,
Cathy's body quaked in anticipation of the explosion she knew was
imminent. Beneath her, Sabrina was lost in a similar state.
Continuing to pump away with all of her strength, Cathy was
taken by surprise when Sabrina reached up with her legs and
wrapped them around her buttocks, allowing her to penetrate to
an even greater depth. Her arms also wrapped around her, binding
them together in an unbreakable lock.
"Fuck me!" Sabrina screamed at the top of her lungs. A cry
so loud that for a moment Cathy wondered it she could be heard
out on the street.
One final thrust was enough to unleash the explosion that
had been building within the two of them. Both bodies jerked
violently as they were consumed by the bodyquake that ripped
through each of them.
Sabrina drove her nails deep into Cathy's back as an
orgasmic paralysis gripped her. Cathy continued to hammer the
captive pussy that was pressed so tightly against her own. Until
she too was gripped by that same loss of control.
Their journey through the endless ether of sexual bliss was
both instantaneous and timeless. Fireworks filled the sky and
rivers of joy caressed their quivering forms. Soft, quiet moans
filled the air as hearts raced uncontrolled.
As has been written many times, all good things must end
and eventually the fire that had claimed both women cooled and
their sweat drenched bodies began to untangle from each other.
Sabrina was still aware of the massive cock-toy filling every
inch of her cavity. The feeling was so different that she had after a
violent love session with a man. Usually she was faced with a small
feeling of disappointment as she felt his cock soften and slip from
her. Instead it was now a constant reminder of the joy she had
just experienced.
Cathy was too exhausted to even pull her strap on
from within Sabrina. Instead she simply stoked her now cool skin
and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The fires of aggression had
cooled within her, and now all she wanted to do was rest.
"Oh God, that was so fantastic!'' Sabrina said as she sat up
and leaned against Cathy's sweaty naked form. "I can't believe
how much fun that was."
"I thought you'd like it," Cathy said as she ran her finger
along the length of her toycock and then brought the now wet digit
up to her mouth.
"Mmmm, finger licking good," she quipped.
"I wish we'd done this years ago," Sabrina sighed as she
rested her head on Cathy's shoulder.
"No sense regretting yesterday," Cathy said. "Not when
every tomorrow is a new adventure."
"You know, you never answered my question?" Sabrina said
as she kissed Cathy's cheek.
"What was that?" Cathy asked.
"Was Glen a good fuck?"
Cathy thought about it for a long moment as she ran her
fingers across Sabrina's breasts. Then she tilted her head close
to her lover's and whispered.
"Yes he was, but not as good a fuck as his mother."
Dropping her head back and closing her eyes, Cathy
promised herself that unlike that afternoon with Glen, this
performance was definitely going to be repeated.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1996
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