Message-ID: <3553eli$9709011159@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Anndouglas@aol.com Subject: AnnD: Crossing The Line - (2/5) - M/F , F/F Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970830083303_600485344@emout06.mail.aol.com> 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. 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. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /