CONTENT: Breast play, cow girl, sex.
CHAPTER 1
Brianna O’Connell, Bree to her friends, stood on the sidewalk outside North Cambridge Elementary School, watching as her daughter walked up the path to the main entrance with a few of her friends. As they disappeared inside, the redheaded twenty-eight year old’s thoughts flashed back to a time when she would’ve walked Kellie herself.
But those days were gone as her only child, now a precocious ten, would no longer permit such an embarrassment. In only a few more years, much too soon in the eyes of the ponytailed mom, Kellie would be a teenager. Then what would she do?
‘You’ll do what you’ve always done,’ Bree said to herself as she turned away. ‘You’ll deal with it and keep moving forward.’
With that she started off to where she’d parked her car, only to stop thirty feet along when she heard someone call her name. Looking up in that direction, Bree saw a trio of women standing by the flagpole – women quite familiar. Seeing one of the women waving to her, she started up the small incline towards them.
“Ladies,” Bree said with a smile as she reached the flagstaff, shifting her head left to right to look into the faces of Matilda Dougherty, Yvette Sanchez and Brenda Kauffman. Along with herself and Valerie Stanton, they made up the executive committee of the North Cambridge PTA.
“I thought you couldn’t make it this morning,” Brenda, who had been the one to call out her name, said, “but I’m so glad you did.”
“Make it to what?” Bree asked, focusing her attention on Matilda, who had a look of disappointment on her face.
“Actually, it’s my fault,” Matilda, who was the chairwoman of the committee, said, interrupting the exchange between Bree and Brenda. “As silly as it sounds, I simply forgot to send you a text about this morning’s meeting.”
“Well then, isn’t it a lucky thing that Kellie was running late and I had to drive her this morning?” Bree replied, not believing the explanation for a moment. “So what’s this all about?”
Matilda seemed hesitant to answer, but Brenda had no such reservations, quickly explaining that Matilda had called her and Yvette last night, saying she wanted to go over the plans for the Fifth Grade Social one last time. Based on Matilda’s reluctance, Bree figured it was something the bleached blonde hadn’t wanted her to know about.
The only reason Matilda Dougherty had been elected to the chairmanship of the committee in the first place was because her husband, a local land developer, had made a sizeable donation to the student activities fund a week before the vote. Once sworn in, she’d wasted no time in trying to remake the committee in her own image.
Twice before, Matilda had proposed changes to the social that she felt, in her opinion, would improve the dance. Both times her suggestions had been voted down, the last occurring just a week ago at the regular PTA meeting. Having known Matilda since they were teenagers, Bree wasn’t surprised that the chairwoman had pulled a stunt like this. According to the committee rules, three members were a quorum, and since Yvette would vote however Matilda told her to, the changes would undoubtedly have passed had not Bree unexpectedly turned up.
“Why are we still going on about this?” Bree asked, the irritation in her tone evident. “Wasn’t two votes on the matter enough, even for you?”
“Well, I felt that we should take one more look at it,” Matilda replied, her tone still reflecting her own annoyance at Bree’s appearance. “After all, we do want it to be the best it can be for the kids, don’t we?”
‘More like what’s best for Matilda Dougherty,’ Bree thought but didn’t say. What she did say was, “And what about Valerie, did you forget to text her too?”
“No, I did ask her if she could stop by this morning,” Matilda replied, “and she said she couldn’t because she had a new client coming in.”
Bree doubted Matilda told Valerie why they were getting together or she would’ve been here. Both their kids were in the fifth grade and would be attending the Social, so both had an interest in seeing it go off without Matilda’s changes.
The animosity between Bree and Matilda dated back to their days at Grant High. Even then Matilda was an arrogant little bitch, always trying to make everything all about her. In her mind she viewed herself as Miss Popularity, but at least half the girls in her class had a different soubriquet for her, one that most wouldn’t repeat in public.
The origin of the conflict between the two women could be traced to their sophomore year, when both were nominated to be the class representative on the student council. Certain that she couldn’t beat Bree in a fair vote, Matilda sought to disqualify or at least sabotage Bree’s chances by spreading the rumor that she was pregnant. A claim that, while prophetic, was definitely at the time not true. Unfortunately for Bree, the rumor took on a life of its own when the redhead wound up being sidelined for a month with mononucleosis. Matilda had won the race by the narrowest of margins.
Revenge had been quick in coming as Bree targeted Matilda’s biggest weakness, her ego. Not exactly blessed by the boob fairy, the then brunette
was always sensitive about the size of her breasts. So much so that she had taken to stuffing her bra at an early age. She was hardly the only girl to do so, but few took it to the extremes that she did. There was hardly a girl who shared a locker room with her that didn’t know she was barely a B cup, much less the C she presented to the world. What Bree did was arrange a little demonstration that shared that information with the rest of the student body.
Bumping into Matilda in a crowded hallway during first period, Bree surreptitiously stuck a long straight pin into her breast, or more precisely the piles of tissue paper surrounding it. That the pin was there, but not who had placed it, was almost common knowledge by third period.
Matilda didn’t find out about it until the end of the school day, wrongly assuming that the looks she was getting from other students were, at least in her mind, ones of admiration. When one of her entourage finally heard the story and let her know, Matilda’s humiliation was only exceeded by her desire for revenge. The problem was, while she had her suspicions, she was never able to prove who had done it.
“Well, unless anyone has changed their mind since last Friday, it would still be two for and two against, which, however you want to look at it, is a tie,” Bree said. “So it stays just the way it is.”
“Actually, according to the committee rules, in the event of a tie vote, any committee member can call for further debate on the issue,” Matilda pointed out, “and then a final vote afterwards.”
‘She’s just not going to let go,’ Bree thought, not being able to remember anyone in the PTA ever going to such lengths as Matilda seemed willing to go, to get her way.
Glancing at her watch, Bree reminded herself that she really didn’t have time for this. It was her day off and she had a half dozen errands to run,
the most important of which was picking up Kellie’s dress at the dry cleaners. Not having a job, Matilda could afford to spend most of the morning debating the issue. Then it occurred to Bree that she had the solution to the problem right in her pocket.
“Hold that thought,” she said to Matilda, holding up her index finger on one hand as she pulled out her cell phone with the other, quickly speed dialing a number.
There was a brief ring during which Bree hit another button that put the smart phone on speaker. On the second ring, a familiar voice said hello.
“Valerie, I’m sorry to bother you,” Bree said, “but I’m here with Matilda, Yvette and Brenda at the school, and it seems Matilda is insisting that we revisit the changes to the Fifth Grade Social that she had proposed last week. Since there are only four of us we’re looking at a tie, so…”
Bree didn’t get any further.
“Hell no, and that’s my vote,” said the voice over the speaker.
“Well, I guess that’s settles it,” Bree smiled, again apologizing for bothering Valerie before ending the call.
“That doesn’t count,” Matilda said as Bree put the phone back in her pocket. “You can’t vote over the phone.”
“Really, and where in the rules does it say that?” Bree said, continuing her smile.
Matilda opened her mouth to say something but couldn’t come up with an answer.
“I didn’t think so,” Bree said, feeling a bit pleased with herself. Then, turning to Yvette and Brenda, she added, “I guess we’re done here, ladies,
so I’ll wish you all a good day.”