Message-ID: <5283eli$9710311107@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Ann Douglas Subject: AnnD: Crossing The Line - MF, FF - (3/4) 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: <3.0.1.32.19971030194055.006d6a34@pop.tiac.net> 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 by Ann Douglas Part 3 "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. Sabrina stared in fascination at the sight of her friend's naked cunt only a few inches from her mouth. She hadn't seen a naked pussy since she was in junior high school, and even then it had been a distant look in the girl's showers. 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 defiantly a diamond in the raw. What would she be like with some more practice. As she felt herself cresting, the 41 year pressed her naked cunt down against Sabrina's face, while simultaneously driving her own tongue as deep inside Sabrina as it would go. Their orgasm was almost simultaneous, and as powerful as any Cathy had experienced. They laid there wrapped in each others embrace, gathering their energies for a few minutes. Both knew the best was yet to come. ****************************************************** At the present time, the Ann Douglas Web Site No Longer Exists. 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