Date: Wed, 2 Nov 2011 20:02:13 -0500 (CDT)
From: thumper101662@mchsi.com
Subject: My Saving Grace Chapter Two

	Grace and I worked for hours together unpacking boxes and putting
things in the perfect places. All during this time, we got to know a lot
about each other.
	I learned that Grace was quite the artist as we hung many of her
own works around the house. One painting in particular was of a former
lover of hers, Bethany. She was lying on a day bed, which now occupied
Grace's sitting room which would soon to become her art studio.
	Bethany was partially wrapped by a red satin sheet, slightly
exposing her ample bosom. Her pussy was covered, but her long, slender legs
were quite visible. Her milky white skin glistening in the candlelight. Her
long flowing dark hair seemed to be blowing gracefully in a slight
breeze. I later learned that Grace had turned on a large fan to blow onto
Bethany to create the effect.
	Five o'clock rolled around before either of us knew it. If not for
me being near the large bay window of Grace's studio, I would not have seen
David pull up in our driveway in his beat-up Dodge Ram that he used for
work at the garage.
	"Uh-oh," I gasped, turning towards Grace. "David's home. I need to
leave before he gets really upset. He's already going to be angry with me
for not having dinner on the table for him."
	"Would you like for me to walk you home, Desiree?" Grace asked, a
hint of concern on her face.
	"That's ok, Grace." I assured her. "I don't want him going off on
you for keeping me away from my `Wifely Duties'."
	"I understand, dear." Grace replied. "But just know that I can take
care of myself."
	We hugged each other as I rushed down the stairs and got to the
door. Grace was right behind me.
	"What about your crystal tray?" she asked.
	"I can pick it up later...or tomorrow." I assured her as I went out
the door and across the street to my own home.
	When I got to the door and glanced back over at Grace's house. She
was standing in the doorway watching me closely.
	Once I opened the door and stepped in, the shouting began.
	"Where the Hell have you been and why is there no supper on the
table?" David yelled as he met me at the door.
	"I...I was helping our new neighbor...get settled in." I whis-pered
softly.
	"New neighbor, huh?" David replied, almost calming down...just a
bit. "Who is he?"
	"Our neighbor is a woman, David." I told him. "Her name is Grace."
	"A woman?" David said as he went to the door and looked out the
window, seeing Grace still on the front porch. "She's hot."
	I thought about telling him that Grace was a lesbian, but as
jealous as he is, not to mention how much of a ass he is...he'd just get
mad again.
	I went into the kitchen and whipped up a quick meal for Da-vid and
sat it on the table. While he ate (he prefers to eat alone these days), I
went upstairs and ran him a hot bath. These are the day to day chores I
have to do to keep what's left of our marriage together.
	I, then, went to the bedroom to set out his pajamas and turn down
his bed. Since his football and work injuries, we have had to get two
separate twin beds. David's is as hard as a rock while mine is considerably
softer.
	Just then, I heard David's angry voice shout from the kitch-en.
	"What happened to my lunch meat?"
	Shakily, I descended the stairs and paused at the kitchen
door. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door, eyes lo-wered to the
floor.
	"I...I fixed a welcome dish for Grace. I..." but I didn't get the
chance to finish as David hauled off with his fist and hit me hard. I fell
to the floor whimpering and pleading for him to not hit me again. David
just scoffed and stepped over me and went upstairs to take his bath,
leaving me crumpled on the floor, my nose bleeding and my left eye began to
swell up, almost to the point of closing. I just whimpered for a few more
minutes before collecting myself and staggered over to the table and clean
up David's plate and dispose of his empty beer can.
	Still aching from the punch David gave me, I sucked it up and
continued to clean up the kitchen. Washing the dishes be-came difficult as
my nose continued to steadily drip down into the soapy water. David refused
to get a dishwasher, saying that as long as I was able to I was going to
wash them by hand.
	That night, I slept on the couch. Something David made me do
whenever I pissed him off.
	It was around eleven o'clock when there was a light tapping on the
front door. Groggily, and only having use of one eye, I stumbled slowly in
the darkened house and finally found my way to the front door.
	"Who...who is it?" I asked softly, as to not wake up David.
	"It's me, dear. Grace," she replied just as softly.
	I turned and leaned my back against the door, closing my one good
eye and sighing softly.
	`How can I face her like this?' I asked myself.
	Willing up the courage, I quietly unlocked both the dead-bolt and
the knob lock, easing the door open just enough to only show my right eye.
	"I just wanted to see how you are doing, dear." Grace asked, the
concern evident.
	"Oh, I'm fine, Grace." I lied. "Thank you for caring."
	"It would make me feel a lot better if you'd open the door a little
more so I can see for myself."
	"I...I can't. What if David...?" I began. But Grace was too quick
and too strong for me as she pushed the door open and stepping inside.
	"Oh, my God, dear." Grace gasped, slowing reaching out to touch my
swollen left eye. "Did David do this to you?"
	I started to cry, but Grace eased me outside on the porch so as to
not wake up David.
	"Come with me, dear." Grace told me sternly as she half dragged me
across the street to her house.
	"But, Grace...what if Dav...?"
	Grace shushed me, but would not take `No' for an answer.
	Once inside Grace's home, she ushered me into the living room and
had me sit down on the couch. She left me long enough to go into her
kitchen and came out with a tray that had an assortment of herbs and a bowl
of cool water.
	Grace made a cool compress of calendula, chamomile and fennel
blossoms. Having me lie down on my back, Grace placed the compress gently
over my left eye.
	"Now, just lay back and relax." Grace admonished. "Let the herbs
work their magic."
	As I laid there, feeling the coolness of the compress begin to
`work it's magic', I caught Grace's eyes slowly take in my nightie-clad
form. A soft smile of approval came to her luscious lips. I began to feel
like I was a prize ham at a Thanksgiving dinner.
	Blushing brightly, my breathing began to get more labored and it
felt like my heart was trying to beat a pathway out of my chest. My short,
frilly...almost transparent...pink nightie did little to hide my near naked
body. I wore a matching pair of skimpy (a size too small) panties. My
nipples stood erect and I could feel that my panties were getting damp as
Grace subconsciously licked her lips.
	`Oh, my God." I said to myself. `Grace is getting aroused...and so
am I. But, I'm not a lesbian...am I?'
	Softly, Grace place her right hand on my left knee and gently
stroked it. Catching herself, Grace jumped up as if she had sat on a hot
burner and turned away from me. I could hear a low sob as she realized what
she what she was doing.
	Reaching out to her with a trembling hand, I touched her left
thigh. Grace gasped, but slowly turned to look down at me.
	"It's ok, Grace." I assured her. "I...I may not be a lesbian. But
I'm not opposed to the idea. If only I wasn't out of sorts and scared out
of my wits...I would not turn you away."
	Leaning down over me, Grace gave me my very first lesbian kiss. It
was soft, gentle and brief. I could feel Grace's lips quiver-ing just as
much as my own. I closed my good eye and sighed softly.
	Grace sat on the edge of the couch, scooching my legs over just a
bit, placed her hands lightly on my shoulders and leaned in once
again. This time her kiss was a little more urgent and pas-sionate. I
opened my lips slightly to let her warm, searching ton-gue enter and tangle
fiercely with my own tongue. We both moaned as Grace's hands drifted to my
satin-covered 36C breasts. She kneaded each in her hands causing my back to
arch up, forcing more contact with them.
	Grace paused the kiss and slowly sat up, eying my wreath-ing form
below her.
	"Are...are you sure...you want to go further, Desiree?" Grace
asked, like a schoolgirl on her first date.
	As a way of answering her, I place a hand behind her head and
pulled her back down into yet another passionate kiss, letting my hands
drift down her back, around her sides to come around to her v-neck red gown
that did little to cover her own 42D breasts. Her nipples were rock hard
and straining to meet my touch. This caused a moan to escape Grace's mouth,
right into mine.
	By this time, the compress had slid off of my face and lay
forgotten in the cushion of the couch as our hands began roaming all over
each other's bodies. Seeking entrance beneath our clothes. Seeking skin on
skin contact.
	Suddenly, there was a pounding on Grace's door. It was Da-vid,
nearly knocking the door down.
	Grace jumped up and went to the door, opened it slightly and was
knocked down on the floor as David rampaged into her house before she could
say a single word.
	He rushed into the living room and found me lying there, my breasts
had somehow slipped out during our passionate fondling. David grabbed me by
the throat and lifted me up off the couch and held my weakened body high in
the air. I felt his fist hit me first in the gut sending all the air out of
my lungs along with some blood. His next hit caught me on the right side of
the face.
	"Are you a lesbian slut now, bitch?" David growled as he stood over
me, ready to stomp his boot right into my prone, limp body.
	 I was writhing in pain as blood flowed down my forehead in into my
eyes. My husband of ten years standing above me in yet another drunken rage
of fury. Darkness was soon to overtake me, as it had many times
before. But, before darkness takes me to oblivion, a thud lands beside me
and a flowing gown sweeps past my vision...but only for an instant, then
blackness.


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