POTLUCK PIES: Kathy vs Evelyn
by HG Hunt
Chapter 5
A new enemy! Kathy was nervous of
course, but ecstatic about having discovered a succulent
temptress right in her own neighborhood. Her bisexual
tendencies, enhanced with the thrill of competing with
another woman, were flowering throughout her body. She
recognized Evelyn as one fine specimen of feminine charms.
Her large breasts, pretty face, short pixie haircut,
librarian glasses, and alluring blue eyes would have aroused
Kathy even without the thrill of impending confrontation.
But with the added layer of possibilities that come from
seeking womanly dominance she was richly rewarded, feeling
deep desire flowing inside her crevices, even as she plotted
her wicked course of action.
She had thrown a coat over her outfit, so that upon walking
from car to house she wouldn't be scandalously viewed by any
of her neighbors prying eyes that might be around. She also
had a small duffel bag that she carried up to the door. Her
witchy mind had conjured up some intimate challenges that
might come in handy at some point in the evening. This is
going to be FUN she mused to herself as she confidently
strode towards the front door.
Evelyn was ready. She was anxious be sink her hands into
Kathy's flesh, one place or another, but she too, like
Kathy, understood the power of sexual dominance wouldn't be
possible without a significant degree of sexual lust as
well, both for Kathy and for herself. One doesn’t win and
enjoy a sexual contest without being aroused oneself after
all. Her tingling loins confirmed for her that Kathy would
be just fine on that account. Having been both a giver and a
taker of lesbian encounters with other women, she found
herself squirming, and pressing her thighs together,
generating just enough pressure in her crotch to bring her
prominent pleasure organ into a heightened state of arousal.
Her sheer panties, now damp with some seeping moisture,
clung deliciously to her fleshy slit.
“Mmmmmmmm.” she purred to herself as she watched Kathy
disembark from her Silver SUV and strut haughtily towards
her door. “I can't wait for this to happen!”
As Kathy reached for the bell, the door opened. Evelyn was
ready for her guest, having seen her approach her door.
“Come in.” Even with the unspoken agreement that tonight was
for fighting, her need to establish her skill as a hostess
and hopefully bring Kathy a degree of obligation was well
established in her mind as well. “Will you have a drink?
Wine maybe? Oh, and please let me take your coat.” Evelyn
had purposely removed her wicked tongue and hateful glare to
try to disarm Kathy with her sweetness, knowing full well
that Kathy would see through it. Oh the fun of acting!
“Yes I will. And thank you.” Kathy could play that game too.
Putting on a show of manners was part of the game. She had
played a few times with other women. She could see that
Evelyn's attire was quite stunning, the yellow and black
alluring lingerie and dress, a spot of perspiration popping
up on her upper lip at the sight. Glancing around the living
room, decorated quite tastefully, she saw a couple of
candles lit, a soft flowery scent wafting into her nostrils,
inspiring her sensuality in another realm. “Not bad,” she
thought to herself.
As Evelyn headed to the kitchen to open a bottle of white,
it gave Kathy a chance to reflect on her decision NOT to
tear tooth, nail, and claw into Evelyn the moment the door
shut. The enmity was there for sure, but that enmity was not
of the urgent hatred that might be forthcoming if someone
had attacked your kids. Instead it was a feminine enmity
associated with the feeling that comes from looking at a
woman, recognizing that their place on the social totem pole
was not quite determined yet. Similar in age, similar in
facial beauty, similar in height, similar in hair color,
similar in overall build, and very prominently of course,
similar in bosomy assets. As unlikely as it might be that
others in the neighborhood might have an inkling of the
indefinite hierarchy among each other and in particular
Evelyn and Kathy. But for the two of them, right now it was
paramount. Who knows there might be a widower or some other
“available” partner, male or female who became an object of
interest for the two of them. Each wanted to settle the
matter beforehand as to whom should have the upper spot on
the totem pole when that time came.
She was willing to go to great lengths to establish what she
believed she deserved as top cat. Kathy felt a deep ache in
her gut, a sign of anxiety from the impending clash, but
also a recognition that to achieve her dominance, it MUST be
from a physical, mental, as well as a sexual dimension. With
those thoughts foggily intruding into her mind, the
willingness to play along, to entice Evelyn, even as she was
sure she would be enticed by her, and to display seductive
poses, looks, and conversation, she prepared for war.