Part 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 adjourning 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 worst 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 biddy who was determined to save the world from the immoral attitudes of less enlightened folk.
Dolores' current crusade was directed against the school board's 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 wondered 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 begun 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 women 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 which was so proud to rant against.
From the time she'd had her first experience with another woman, 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 had promised her a bonus if it brought in new business. It most definitely had and Cathy 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' 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 walk 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 a few extra 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 Cedar 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 Lydia 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 carryied anything in that line. While Cathy 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 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 were 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 adjourn. 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 fantasy 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 Cedar 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 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 had 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 listen 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.
