Prologue
Deline took the bottle of old Grand Dad 101 and gently putting it her lips she eased the bottle back and took a drink. The fluid burned as it flowed down her throat causing her to lean forward and nearly dropped the bottle as she coughed from reflex.
"Newbie!" Mary Winston and Shelly Hargrove two of her 'best friends' had come over for a sleep over and Mary had snuck a bottle of her father's bourbon out of the house with her. All three women were celebrating their graduation from high school and looking forward to their first year at the local community college. Deline was the last to turn eighteen just weeks before so this made the celebration even more special for her.
"Man that burns! " Deline exclaimed, as she took another swig from the bottle. This time it went down a bit easier as she handed the bottle back to Mary. She suddenly felt a bit light headed as she sat on the edge of her bed in her pajamas. Mary took a swig and passed the bottle over to Shelly as she edged a little closer to Deline on the bed.
"Deline have you ever kissed a girl before?" Mary asked, her voice soft as she spoke. Shelly giggled as she knew where this was going, her and Mary had planned this for a week since they heard Deline was still a virgin.
"Well, no I haven't." Deline replied as the alcohol began to take an effect on her, "Have you?" she asked as her nipples began to protrude through her pajama top betraying her arousal from the sudden change to talk of sex. Deline had been interested in boys, but her parents church practically forbid any contact and when she did they were all jerks. Deline had more recently though begun to feel different about her sexual interests and seemed to be catching herself noticing women more and more as she went out and about.
"Yes." Mary turned and kissed Shelly hard on the lips for several minutes as they tongues embraced each other. Mary reached up and tweaked one of Shelly's nipples through her pajama top causing Shelly to jump slightly before she broke the kiss.
"See. It's pretty good once you try it. Wanna kiss me?" Mary leaned in close, her breath soft on Deline neck as she spoke.
"Umm... sure I gue..." Before Deline could finish the statement Mary leaned in and kissed Deline hard on the lips. Her tongue seeking out Deline's as she pushed her back on the bed. Deline leaned back as Mary climbed on top of her and began to rub her leg along Deline's crotch. Her pajama bottoms were getting soaked from her arousal and Mary's lips were so soft. Gently Mary reached up under Deline top and began to play with one of Deline's breasts, carefully pinching the nipple occasionally as she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. Deline could feel herself getting seriously aroused and reached up to touch Mary's breast when the door burst open and her father walked into the room.
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Deline?
Who are you?
I am you.
But who am I?
We are Deline.
...
She stood in a field of tall grain as far as the eye could see in all directions, the sun high overhead illuminating a brilliant blue sky. Looking around she picked a direction and began walking. Her hands gliding over the tops of the grain as it tickled her palms. Beyond her was a wall about knee high. No matter how much she walked it never got closer, never came within reach. Always reaching, she never caught up...
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Subterfuge
1
Sarah Trueblood reclined in the easy chair and watched as her boyfriend Tom tried on a new pair of slacks she'd bought him earlier in the day. The pants were brown and pleated in the front flowing seamlessly down his legs to the floor. The smooth fabric traced a gentle curve across his behind sending a tingle through her as she watched him fasten his belt.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Nice, fit", he replied, "real nice fit. And I even like the color." Tom was all about his image. Every aspect of his image had to be perfect. His vanity knew no bounds and Sarah played this aspect of their relationship whenever she had the chance. It was one way of getting what she wanted out of their relationship until he left his wife Deline. And what she really wanted was his wife out of the way and her hands on Tom. Sarah had decided during her college years that the only way to get ahead was to marry an old rich man. The old part fell by the wayside, but she'd decided she was going to marry rich even if she had to steal a man from another woman.
Sarah stood up and approached him from across the bedroom. As she approached she reached her hands around him, placed them on his behind and gave him a gentle squeeze as she pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss.
"I'll say" she said coyly as she broke the kiss.
Tom's hands move up from her waste began to undo her blouse. At the same time he began to subtly kiss her down the side of her neck pausing to nibble at her ear. Sarah reached up and gently cupped his face in her hands.
"Not now dear and besides shouldn't you be getting home to your wife?"
Tom looked at his watch and noticed it was past three in the afternoon. "She won't be home for another hour at least... maybe two" he replied. "She has the County Council meeting today. You know the 'Defense of Marriage' proposal is up for review again and she wanted to be there to add her voice to the chorus with all the other zealots."
Cocking her right eye and stepping back out of reach she asked, "Well speaking of your wife have you decided what we're going to do with her? She's got to go if we're going to continue this relationship." Sarah grabbed his crotch firmly with her hand and then let go as she spoke.
"I know, I know..." he replied softly. This was a topic he hated to discuss and she kept bringing it up more and more in recent months. He really wanted to leave Deline and marry Sarah, but was afraid of the public scandal and how it might affect his image as a businessman and "pillar of the community". If he could somehow "deflect" the cause of the breakup to Deline, he could ride out the public storm, maintain his image and maybe even keep most if not all of his company to himself.
Unfortunately his wife was a squeaky clean evangelical christian with no baggage whatsoever to exploit in a divorce proceeding. Of course the thought of her actually doing something as salacious as cheating on him or anything else "naughty" made Tom chuckle. In the nearly five years they'd been married Deline wouldn't even so much as think about doing anything that went against the church's doctrine. Don't drink, don't smoke and as for sex well the opportunities seemed to get further and further apart and more bland, like it was her duty as a good christian wife.
"What's so funny?" Sarah asked.
"Just thinking about what to do with my wife..." he replied.
