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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
in  your comments.  It gives me a better idea who
my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy the story.


	Crossing The Line
	       Part Three
                  by Ann Douglas

	- 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 eluding 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 stood
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 towns 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 drove 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 drank.
	"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 cold 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.
	
	"Every 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
loose 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 then in such interesting situations?"
	"Actually, yes it was."
	"One thing I did find somewhat curious." 
Sabrina noted as she poured more yet 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 was 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 woman 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 a 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 were 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 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 true 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 spent
some time together when they got home.  Neither
and 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 they were interrupted
by Carol's younger brother.  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
auspicious 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 loose 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 somewhat 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 chair 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, were 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 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 slip 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 stop 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 hoped 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.


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