POTLUCK PIES: Kathy vs Evelyn
by HG Hunt
Damn! Neither wanted to be
distracted at this moment, but the social venue prevented
what each had foremost in her mind. The Association
President was calling the people to gather around and get
ready for the meal. Quickly Kathy leaned across the table to
whisper her name to Evelyn, who sneered, but quietly shared
her name with Kathy. “We MUST talk later!” Evelyn ached at
the hole in her spirit that had so abruptly developed. She
knew she HAD to do something about it, even though this was
not the time or place.
Kathy nodded and then quickly mouthed a silent “Fuck You!”
towards her newly discovered rival.
From any innocent observer who might have inadvertently
caught this brief encounter, nothing at all would have
seemed amiss, unless that is they were able to see their
eyes meet. That would have given it away. But as it was, no
one was the wiser. The meal, meeting, and introductions all
went off without a hitch. The two women were not seated near
to each other and except for the obligatory gazes across the
community room to keep track of each other, there were no
issues. Each participated in small talk with their table
mates, made introductions among themselves, and otherwise
shared a fine potluck meal. When the introductions were
made, each member briefly introduced themselves and
identified their home, so that all could become at least a
bit acquainted with their neighbors, both old and new.
In this way each woman learned the full name and house
location of the other. Turns out Evelyn had purchased a
house a block over and down from Kathy. One that had been on
the market for just a couple of months and that had formerly
been the home of one of Kathy's childrens' good friends. She
knew the house well.
Kathy glanced over at the dessert table as the guests milled
about at the conclusion of the official business to see that
her pie had been eaten all except for one single piece.
Astonishingly when she looked at Evelyn's pie plate, hers
had been picked clean all except for one single piece as
well. “Shit!” she thought. “That cunt thinks she is
somebody. My pie is better than hers, and so is everything
about me better than she!” She fumed inside at the thought
that people might like Evelyn's pie over her own.
As she drifted over to the table she was not disappointed to
see Evelyn saunter over at the same time. Her fury was hard
to contain, but contain it she must! At least in part.
Evelyn's almost pranced into Kathy's line of vision, fully
expecting to see her pie devoured but with Kathy's barely
touched. Instead she saw the equality of results, which
stunned her. Taken aback she arched her back just enough to
force her breasts firmly against the front of her shirt.
Whispering very lowly under her breath she let Kathy know
her thoughts. “My pie will always taste better than yours.”
Then as her eyes consumed Kathy, she added, “FUCK YOU!” It
wasn't spoken in a loud voice, no others were near enough to
hear, but only Kathy.
“I guess that settles it then.” Kathy turned her eyes around
the area to see if anyone was watching, and when she was
sure no one was looking she purposely and proudly lifted her
breasts upwards, even more pronounced than had Evelyn and
gave them a single flaunting jiggle, and said, “With these.”
She put her hands down immediately so as not to attract
attention, as she put her pie plate back in her basket.
Evelyn started to do the same, but just before she carefully
deposited her pie plate into her own basket, she traced a
finger around the edge of her plate, covering it in sweet
slobber of apple pie filling and sugar. Putting it to her
mouth and inserting it inside, she slurped and sucked off
her finger. “Mmmmmm. That would be wonderful……….” She
paused, “for a start.”