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 Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are
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	Crossing The Line
                 Part Two
                  by Ann Douglas
              (anndouglas@aol.com)

	
	"Oh God!"  Cathy mentally exclaimed as
the words died stillborn in her throat. It was her
worse 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 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 noisy."  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 there 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's 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 was 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 it's 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, there
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, tight
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 it's
fullness between her lips.
	The sudden wetness that engulfed his cock
send 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 torrid 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
whirled 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.



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