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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
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Crossing The Line
by Ann Douglas
Part 1
Chapter 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 adjoining 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 worse 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 bitty who was
determined to save the world from the immoral
attitudes of less enlightened folk.
Dolores's current crusade was directed
against the school boards 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 wondering 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 began 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 woman 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 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 has
promised her a bonus if it brought in new business. It
most definitely had and Sue 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's 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 walked 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 more
than an extra full 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 Ceder 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 she 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 carrying anything in that line. While Cathy's
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 her 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 was 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
adjoin. 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 fantasies 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
Ceder 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
with 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 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 listened 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 has 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 fuller 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 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!"
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