Corrupted, Part 3

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CORRUPTED

3.	Breaking the Rules.

   Sunday night Gwen stayed home from church.  Connie hit the nail on the
head.  She _was_ unhappy how the church tried to run her life.  She began to
wonder if she'd been happier during her rebellious time, when she smoked and
drank and played around as a teenager.  Back then, the thing that upset her
world wasn't dissatisfaction with the life she was living.  It was her
parents' shocking divorce.  That led her back to church and away from her
former rebellion.  But now, for the first time, she began to question whether
she made a mistake by reforming.

   After supper Connie opened a beer and retreated to the porch for a
cigarette.  On impulse, Gwen joined her.  Smoking made her feel
extraordinarily energized.  Connie no longer tried to dissuade her.  In fact,
she offered her one.  Gwen graciously accepted the Marlboro Light 100 and
eagerly leaned in to catch the light offered by her sister-in-law.  Sucking
hard on the cigarette, Gwen pulled a massive deposit of smoke deep inside.  It
was - exhilarating!  It felt wonderful to smoke again.  This time she consumed
the whole cigarette without feeling any dizziness.  She and Connie laughed and
talked while they smoked.  Connie had a second cigarette, and Gwen did, too.
As she smoked, she began to eye the beer Connie was drinking, and thought
about asking for one.  Though she was tempted, she didn't.

   The next day was Monday, and Gwen went to work.  Being an accounts payable
clerk at a manufacturing company wasn't a great job, but it was the best a
young woman with no college degree qualified for.  She didn't smoke that
morning before leaving.  She never considered it, because Connie got up after
she did.  Their morning routines didn't overlap.

   To celebrate her new independence, Gwen did wear pants to work.  She had a
few outfits with slacks.  Don didn't like them, he felt they were
inappropriate, like everyone else who followed the church's fundamentalist
teaching.  But Gwen wanted to make a statement.  She wore moderately tight
navy blue pants, to emphasize her shapely figure, and combined them with a
silky beige blouse.  She purposely unbuttoned one extra button, so her
neckline drew more attention to her breasts.  "I don't exactly have Miss
June's body," she smiled approvingly.  "But I'm not too bad!"

   Work went well, but all day she was impatient to get home.  She wanted
Connie to see her outfit, and she wanted to smoke again.  Smoking now seemed
significant and important.  By indulging in her old habit, she felt she was
declaring her freedom from Don's conservative ideas.

   She got home at five thirty.  She was disappointed, because Connie wasn't
there.  There was no note.  She had no idea when Connie might get back.  She
was frustrated.  All day she looked forward to smoking with her sister-in-law
again.  Now she'd have to wait.

   Standing in the kitchen, she began to stare at Miss June on the
refrigerator.  The smiling face looked back at her.  But it wasn't Miss June's
face that caught her attention now.  It was her lovely naked body.  She was
_so_ attractive!  Gawking at the beautiful, well-endowed, naked girl made Gwen
feel scandalously debauched.  She was surprised how much she liked that
feeling.  Impetuously, she retrieved all the Playboys and began leafing
through the pictorials while sitting at the table.  In addition to its
centerfold, each issue had many pictures of scantily clad and naked looking
women.  Every single one seemed seductive, sensual, enticing.  They were all
naughty, expressing their freedom from sexual inhibition.  Seeing them, she
felt herself getting wet inside her panties.  She remembered Connie's
astonishing endorsement of masturbation.  But now, it sounded like a great
idea.  She carefully put one hand on her crotch and began to rub.  Oh, it felt
good!  She hadn't done that in years.  She was doing something very naughty
now, very wicked; and she loved it!  She added to her pleasure by caressing
her breasts with her other hand.

   Suddenly she felt herself inflamed with desire.  She wanted more of this!
She rubbed herself harder, coming to the edge of orgasm while leering at the
beautiful naked girls in the glossy magazines on her lap.  She gasped out
loud.  Oh, she was close to coming!  Then she heard something behind her.

   "Having fun?"

   The Playboy on her lap fell to the floor as she turned around.  It was
Connie!

   She was speechless, but Connie didn't seem perturbed.

   "Wow!  Do you get off on women, Gwen?  Damn, it sure looks like it!"

   "Uh, no," the brunette gasped.  She felt _so_ embarrassed.  "I was just
looking at the Playboys for -.  God, I don't know what I was doing!"

   "Well, I know," Connie smirked.  "Don't worry.  It's okay.  I just never
figured you as one who liked girls, Gwen.  But it doesn't bother me.  I
understand.  I've fooled around a lot with other women, to tell you the truth.
It's very nice."

   The wetness in Gwen's panties had soaked through her slacks.  A big damp
spot was prominent right in the front, over her crotch.  There was no hiding
it, but she tried anyway.  "Uh, it's not what you think, Connie," she
stuttered.  "It's just that I -."

   "Don't be dumb.  I know.  Looking at Miss June made you horny," Connie
finished the thought for her.  "So you decided to do something about it.  No
problem.  I don't blame you.  They're all damn good looking!  I've never
jerked off looking at Playboys, but what the hell?  To each her own.  Me?  I
prefer the real thing, if you know what I mean," she sneered wickedly.

   Realizing Gwen's embarrassment, Connie headed upstairs to her room.  "Don't
let me interrupt.  Go ahead and finish.  It sounded like you were real close
to coming.  Go for it, kid!"

   Alone again, Gwen almost hyper-ventilated.  She was mortified!  She put the
magazines on the counter and leaned forward, vainly trying to catch her
breath.  When she finally calmed down, she withdrew to her bedroom to change
out of her damp slacks.

   She emerged to find Connie on the porch, drinking a beer and smoking a
cigarette.  She went outside to join her.  Without a word, Connie offered Gwen
a cigarette.  Silently she accepted, and she lit up by herself this time,
still too embarrassed to speak.

   "Gwen, honey, you were embarrassed.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to catch you
playing with yourself; but I'm glad I did.  It's definitely a step in the
right direction.  And hey, you seem like you're really enjoying that
cigarette.  It's damn good, isn't it?  Am I right?"

   Glad for the change of subject, Gwen nodded and smiled.  "Yeah, it's nice.
I hate to admit it, but I've been thinking all day about doing this.  I liked
smoking with you yesterday afternoon, Connie.  I forgot how much I enjoyed
smoking in high school.  It's lots of fun."

   "Yeah, it is," Connie smiled, taking a powerful drag.  "You're starting to
come out of your shell, Gwen.  I'm glad.  First you're smoking, and now you're
playing with yourself.  And who knows what's next?" she added, knowingly
holding up her can of Miller Light.

   "I don't know why I did it," Gwen muttered.  "Those naked girls suddenly
just looked so beautiful or something.  I felt myself getting excited.  But
what really turned me on is how uninhibited they all seem.  I mean, they
aren't at all embarrassed about posing nude.  They do it, but they aren't
ashamed.  That excited me.  But I'm not a lesbian or anything," she quickly
added.

   Connie laughed.  "Don't worry.  I understand.  Being interested in
beautiful women doesn't necessarily make you a lesbian.  It just means you're
a sexual person, Gwen, and in your case, probably a very frustrated one.
Being with a woman can be a very powerful, very pleasant, experience.  Have
you ever tried it, Gwen?"

   Gwen blushed.  "No!  Of course not!"

   "Well, I have," Connie countered, sipping her beer between drags.  "At
college I experimented sexually with lots of girls.  It was fun, and really
opened my eyes, I can tell you."

   Gwen raised her cigarette to her lips.  "Really?  Are you serious?"

   "Yeah, sure!  Who knows, Gwen?  It might be good for you to experiment,
too."

   Sensing her growing discomfort, Connie changed the subject.  She took a
piece of paper from her pants pocket.  "Hey, I made a plan for you and me.  I
have some ideas of things we can do over the next few days to help your
emancipation."

   "Like what?"

   "I made a list of the taboos the church teaches about women.  I decided
it'd be good to find ways for you to break every one of these rules in the
next two weeks, before Donnie gets back.  What do you think?"

   Gwen felt nervous, so she took another drag on her cigarette.  "Let's see
your list," she said uneasily.  The smoke felt good in her lungs.

   Connie handed over her list while Gwen exhaled.  It read like this:

   1.	Women should always wear their hair long and unadorned.  Short hair is
bad.
   2.	Women should wear dresses and skirts that cover their knees, not pants
or shorts.
   3.	Women should never smoke, especially in public.
   4.	Women should never drink alcohol, especially in public.
   5.	Women should not dance, because it is inappropriate and suggestive.
   6.	Women should never use bad language, especially in public.
   7.	Married women should have sex only with their husbands.  Masturbation
is bad.

   Connie looked at Gwen's face as she read the list.  "What do you think?"

   "I gather you have some ideas about how I should break all these rules?"

   "Exactly.  I go to a great hairdresser named Maya.  I called her.  She has
an appointment open tonight at seven.  You should get your hair cut and
styled.  That takes care of the first rule.  Then I figure we'll hit the mall
and get you some new clothes.  That'll cover rule number two.  You're already
working on rule number three, but we need to get you smoking in public.  I
figure tomorrow night you and I can hit a club with a couple of my friends.
We'll dance and smoke and have a few beers.  That'll take care of rules three,
four and five.  You're already playing with yourself, so that hits number 7.
The last thing is to get you cussing and talking dirty, like me."  She smiled
triumphantly.  "What do you think?"

   Gwen sighed as she gave the list back.  "I don't know, Connie.  It's so
sudden, so radical."  She smiled.  "But what the heck!  Why not?"

   "Oh come on, Gwen.  You can do better than `what the heck!'  Can't you?"

   Gwen grinned and hit on her cigarette.  "Yeah, okay.  What the hell!  Let's
fuckin' do it!"  She giggled nastily as she exhaled smoke.

   "Amen, sister.  Let's fix something to eat.  If we hurry, we can be at
Maya's by seven."

   The trip to the salon was fun.  Like most women in her church, Gwen wore
her hair long, straight and plain, hanging to her waist.  She hadn't cut it in
years.  Connie and Maya urged her to cut it short, shoulder length, and curl
it.  They toyed with coloring it, but Maya felt the color of her chestnut
brown tresses was fine.  An hour later, with curly, shoulder length hair, Gwen
walked out of the salon looking and feeling liberated.

   Gwen and Connie then hit the mall, visiting several stores.  By the time
the mall closed at ten, she spent five hundred dollars on new outfits,
including some slinky, low cut blouses and several pairs of tight slacks and
short shorts.  It was a good time, a fun time.  They got back to Gwen's place
late, tired but happy.

   All evening it'd drizzled, but during the drive home the rain began to fall
in earnest.  It was pouring by the time they reached the house.  They dumped
their packages on the floor of the family room and plopped down onto the
couch.  Connie let out a deep sigh.

   "Fuck!  I guess we can't have another cigarette," she groaned.  "We can't
go out on the porch in this downpour!  Damn!  I wish I'd had one earlier, like
outside the mall."

   Gwen saw Miss June on the refrigerator.  She smiled.  She knew what Miss
June would do in this situation.  She'd do whatever the hell she felt like!

   "Oh, Connie, let's not skip smoking.  I'd really like another cigarette
before bed.  Let's just smoke here in the house tonight."

   "Are you sure?  It'll stink up your family room, especially with the
windows closed because of the rain."

   Gwen grinned.  "Yeah, but who the hell cares?  You're a smoker, Connie, and
I'm quickly turning into one again.  If we want to smoke, then we should smoke
in the house."

   "Donnie will go ballistic if we smoke in his house and the smell hangs
around."

   "I don't give a shit what he thinks," Gwen countered malevolently.  "I'm
done worrying about his sorry opinions.  It's just for tonight, anyway.  But
since it's raining, I definitely think we should smoke in here.  Come on.
Let's do it!"

   Connie shrugged and smiled.  "It's okay with me."  She got her pack of
Marlboro Lights 100's from her purse and gave Gwen a cigarette.  "What will we
use for an ashtray?"

   "Wait," Gwen giggled.  From the kitchen she retrieved two large, cut-glass
ashtrays.  She put them on tables in the family room.  "I bought these today
on my lunch hour.  I figured we might need `em."

   "Marvelous," Connie laughed wickedly.  She lit up and tossed the lighter to
Gwen, who lit up her own Marlboro Light 100.  Connie exhaled into the still
air of the family room and grinned at Gwen.

   "You know what, kid?  You look _really_ good.  I mean it!  You look
fabulous.  God, your hair's great, and I can't wait to see you in one of those
sexy new outfits.  You and I should definitely go clubbing tomorrow night.
I'll introduce you to some of my anti-church friends, and we'll all go
together.  You'll be the hit of the party, you gorgeous thing!"

   Gwen blushed at the compliment.  She drew hard on her cigarette.  She liked
smoking again; she was genuinely enjoying it.  It was especially fun doing it
inside the house.  That felt wonderfully decadent.  As far as she knew, no one
had ever smoked there before.  As she exhaled, she looked around.  Thick,
ambient smoke drifting through the air was highlighted by the overhead lights.
She grinned.  Perhaps she and Connie should never go outside anymore.

   Gwen did like her new hairstyle.  Her long, waist-length hair was gone, and
her head felt lighter.  She no longer carried the weight of all that damned
hair!  She felt like a completely new woman, one who'd happily returned to an
old habit.  It was a bad habit, but she did enjoy it.  And soon she'd make
some other changes.

   The next day at the office her coworkers noticed her short, curly hair.
She wore one of the new outfits she bought, a low-cut blouse with tight
slacks.  All day she noticed male heads turning as she walked by.  She had to
smile.  It was nice to be noticed and frankly, to be lusted after, too.  That
hadn't happened in a long while.  She liked the attention; she reveled in it.

   On her way home she stopped at a convenience store to make a noteworthy
purchase.  For several days she'd been smoking Connie's cigarettes.  It was
time to buy her own.  After getting carded and plunking down over thirty
dollars, she walked out of the store with a carton of Marlboro Lights 100's
under her arm.  God, these were _her_ cigarettes.  Ten packs!  Connie could
share them, but they were hers, the first ones she bought since high school.
She giggled with delight.

   The house was empty when she got home.  She went to her room to change into
a low-cut, short clingy dress, another purchase from the night before.
Admiring herself in the mirror, she smiled.  She _did_ look good, sexy,
actually.  Her well-formed, firm shape filled the body-hugging, revealing
dress quite nicely.  In it, with her short, curly hair, she looked and felt
like a million bucks.  She laughed into the mirror.  No, it was more like a
billion!

   She wandered into the kitchen.  She stopped to admire Miss June on the
refrigerator.  She knew what she wanted, and she knew what Miss June would do,
too.  She opened the door and impulsively grabbed a beer.  "Shit," she
giggled.  "It's been years since I had a beer.  But I want one now!"  She
popped the can and sipped the Miller Light, laughing as she felt the bitter
taste in her mouth.  "God, this is good," she exclaimed, meandered into the
family room.

   Connie still wasn't home.  She gazed at the new ashtray on the table.
Outdoors the sun was shining.  She wanted to smoke, but she wanted to do it
inside.  After all, she mused, it's _my_ fuckin' house!  I can smoke indoors
if I want.  Tingling with anticipation, she opened her carton and extracted a
pack.  Pulling off the cellophane, she tapped it on her wrist before removing
a single cigarette and placing it in her lips.  With a flick of her lighter
she lit up, hands-free.  Dropping the lighter to the table, she furiously drew
several times on it, and with each hit pulled more smoke down into her lungs.
The feeling was exquisite.  Her pleasure was augmented by the intrigue of
smoking in the house.  She sipped her beer again and sighed happily.  "Damn!
If only Don could see me now," she mused aloud, the dangling cigarette bobbing
up and down in her mouth as she spoke.  "Here's little Gwen, Don's demure,
conservative church-wife.  She's standing in their family room with her
gorgeous new hairstyle and her scandalous, low-cut, tight short dress, and
she's drinking a beer and smoking a fuckin' cigarette.  God!  Don would die if
he could see this!"

   "Wow!  You got that right," she heard a voice say from the kitchen.

   Gwen whirled around.  Connie was standing in the doorway with a big grin on
her face.

   The blond girl beamed.  "Gwen, I see you decided we can smoke in the house
all the time now.  And you're having a beer, too!  My God, I created a fuckin'
monster!"

   "Hi, Connie," Gwen giggled.  "Yeah, I figured you wouldn't mind if I had
one of your beers.  And I decided I don't want to smoke outside anymore."  She
put her hands on her hips.  "What do you think?  How do I look?"

   Connie set her purse on a chair.  Standing several feet away, she carefully
sized up her sister-in-law.  She whistled.  "What do I think?  Shit, you look
good enough to eat, Gwen!  You're stunning in that cute little outfit.  And
God, the hair makes such a difference!  You look urbane and sophisticated -.
And you also look horny as hell," she added with an evil laugh.

   Gwen directed a plume of smoke down toward the floor.  "I feel like trouble
tonight, Connie," she giggled.  "Yeah, I decided I _do_ want to smoke in the
house.  I don't care what Don thinks anymore.  Fuck him!  I won't let him
control me any longer."

   "Good for you," Connie nodded, lighting a cigarette for herself.  "I feel
like trouble, too.  I talked to my friends Kathryn and Lydia.  There's a new
dance club on the east side.  They say it's hot.  Plus, I checked; we can
smoke there.  So you can smoke in public for the first time, another church
rule to break.  And who knows what other mischief you'll eventually get
yourself into?"

   "I don't know, but you're right.  I _do_ feel incredibly horny.  This sexy
dress, having a beer, and smoking in my house, it all makes me feel like
_such_ a bad girl.  I like it!"

   "So, no Bible reading tonight?" Connie teased.

   Gwen took a protracted drag and inhaled deeply.  "No fuckin' way," she
laughed maliciously.  She shook her hips and did a little dance in the middle
of the room, exhaling smoke the entire time.  "I'm done with that shit.  God,
I feel like I'm eighteen again!  Before my parents' divorce, I had fun.  I
thought being religious would solve my problems and heal the hurt I felt when
they split up.  But it didn't.  So I'm back on the road I was on before they
split up.  I'm gonna see if being a bad girl works better for me than being a
dumb-ass, goody-goody church girl.  And you know what, Connie?  I definitely
think it will!"

   Connie sidled up to her and absent-mindedly adjusted the spaghetti straps
on Gwen's sexy new dress.  "Oh my God!  It turns me on hearing you talk like
that," she said with a lusty laugh, standing inches from her face.  "You're
such a sexy woman now, Gwen.  Believe me.  Miss June's got nothing on you!"

   "Oh, come on.  Behave," laughed Gwen.  She was taken back by the not so
subtle advance.  "I'll take that as a compliment.  But hey, you better get
ready if we're going out with your friends," she added.

   Connie groaned.  "Shit, yeah, you're right."  She reached around and
playfully slapped Gwen on the ass.  "I did too good a job making you over,"
she said mischievously.  "Tonight everyone there will be looking at you
instead of me."

   "I doubt that," Gwen yelled as Connie ambled off to her room to change.

   Gwen raised her cigarette to her lips for another hit.  It almost seemed
Connie was coming on to her.  Almost?  She shook her head.  No `almost' about
it.  The heavy breathing in her face; the touching of her shoulders; the slap
on her ass; all conveyed a message impossible to ignore.  It was as close to a
proposition as she'd had in years!

   Exhaling a stream of smoke from her mouth, she pondered what was happening.
Connie said she fooled around with other women.  And she encouraged her to be
open to new and different sexual experiences.  The main one they discussed was
masturbation, but Connie never limited her advice to that.  Gwen puffed again.
How did she feel about the obvious come-on?  God!  She didn't know.

   This was her sister-in-law, her husband's sibling!  But something about
Connie intrigued her, attracted her.  She was pretty, of course; gorgeous,
really.  Plus, her fearless living and sexual frankness were also appealing.
Deep inside she had to admit that, despite the awkwardness of Connie being her
husband's sister, she _wanted_ to respond.  But if Don would be upset about
her getting her hair cut and styled, wearing short, tight dresses, and smoking
and drinking, he'd be outraged and deeply hurt if she and Connie fooled
around.

   After dragging one last time on her almost spent cigarette, she leaned over
to crush it in the ashtray.  This tension wouldn't disappear, she knew.  She
and Connie would be together for the next ten days.  She unhurriedly released
inhaled smoke from her lips and thought.  For the first time, the whole
experiment of rebelling against Don and the Baptist Church teachings was
threatening to spin out of control.  Significantly, she didn't know how she
felt about it; horrified, or terribly excited?

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