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In Search of the Final Freedom - 11
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)
***
The Campbell family's activities come out of the
closet. Bonnie lets Trish have a go at Cooper. (MF,
exh, 1st, oral)
***
Chapter ELEVEN
Keli woke in a bad mood. She hadn't slept well over
worries what would happen at school the next day. She
didn't have a goodnight romp as her best friend had.
Sure, she gave Cody a quickie blow job in his drive
way. And, yes, it always made her feel empowered to say
good night to her step-father with Cody's taste still
in her mouth. Some times she even gave her mom a kiss
on the cheek just to flaunt her sex life to herself.
At first, when she first gave Cody head, she had no
intention of letting him ejaculate in her mouth, let
alone to swallow it. But she changed her mind one night
after a football game when she had a Monica Lewinsky
moment with a white stain down the front of her navy
blue blouse. She was able to slip in and change her
shirt without being caught, but one scare was enough.
The next Sunday, when she did him after church, she
didn't let a drop go. At first it was a little
disgusting, but now six months later she really looked
forward to feeling his balls tighten, then spray in her
mouth. Sex was now not just a good feeling, but a
taste.
So Cody got gotten some relief from her, but there was
no time for her to get some relief. She had tried to
get herself off in bed, but he worries kept the big "O"
just one step away. At 7:30 in the morning she called
Misty.
Misty meanwhile, had slept well. She had been though
four outfits this morning looking for he right one. She
had stared with the grunge look but thought that would
look like she was trying to disappear. Then she had
tried on a mini-skirt that just barley (or didn't
quite) meet the school's dress code. But she thought
that might look like an invitation to the guys who had
been looking at her photos all night. She had just
decided to go with the fashion look when the phone
rang.
"Hey girl, ready for a big day?" Keli said, fighting to
be upbeat. "Just trying to find the right outfit. I
think I've decided to go with my long hippy skirt and a
vest top" Misty answered.
Not paying a good deal of attention Keli said "Sounds
good. I've gotten Rebecca, Jeanette and Caitlin to meet
us on the south parking lot at 8:15. They'll run
interference before school. You should have no problem
making the 8:30 bell.
"Are you expecting problems this morning?" Misty asked
naively. Keli surprised at her how out of touch Misty
must be this morning "Duhh, yes. Do you think the preps
would miss a chance to treat you like shit?"
"I guess not," came Misty's dejected voice.
Keli had not meant to hurt her friend, "But, I've
talked to a couple of people already, I think over all
you will get some good support, even from people you
wouldn't expect. And besides maybe this will generate
more RSVP'S for the pool party."
She referred to the annual end of school pool party she
held. She had posted the invitation to all her Junior
Class on the community bulletin board and in the school
paper. She had only received a dozen or so RSVP's out
of a class of nearly 400. This year all the Euro Club
was co-hosting which would keep the cost down. It was
speculated that the unusually cool wet weather had
delayed the swim/tan season and thus curtailed the
RSVP's.
Misty was now no longer excited about going to class
today. Her stress level began to rise after she and
Lamar drove to school.
Stepping out of her car she was grateful to see a knot
of her friends waiting. Her sprits lifted as they
greeted her with hugs. Jefferson Davis High School was
much like any high school in America. Its clean modern
exterior belies a rigid social structure. Like High
Schools, north and south, the 21st century found social
and racial segregation almost, but not universal.
Additionally within the white and black student
communities were distinct and rarely intermingled sub
groups. The strange thing is that few people think
themselves in any of the groups, but the entire school
knows to which group they belong. Broadly defined were:
The Preps: those blessed with wealth, uncommon good
looks or unique talent in football or basketball and
cheerleaders.
The Rednecks: those not blessed with wealth or academic
inclination who found solace in the lost cause of the
confederacy.
The Jocks: those with athletic talent, but not good
looking enough to be a prep
Geeks/Nerds: those who are blessed with high IQ but are
neither athletic nor unusually attractive. A catch all
for those who don't seem to fit in.
Stoners: those who don't care about academics,
athletics or extra-curricular, getting high is a plenty
good life ambition to them.
Extra-Curriculars: those whose identity is defined by
other activities such as band, choir, drama, church or
in Misty's case school newspaper. Usually these people
get the "nerd" or "geek" appellation tied to their
activity such as "Band Nerd" or "Jesus Geek" when
referred to by the Preps, Jocks or Rednecks.
Since the Euro-Club was essentially a secret society,
Misty's school groups were the "News Paper Geeks" and
the "Drama Nerds". Today she was glad to have all the
friends she could.
Momentary as she walked toward them she began to
convince herself that no one really was going to say
anything. A black pickup with a couple of burly
rednecks slowly rolled down the parking lot isle.
"Hot pics." One yelled from the window after he had
passed her. She blushed involuntary
Lamar, who she ignored at school, piped up, "So I guess
I everyone knows now. Dad can't kill me for telling my
friends now."
Her first reaction was to swing at him, but she knew he
was right and just told him, "Shut up pervert."
He cut to the right before saying, "I wasn't 'the one
naked on the beach."
Her friends had formed a phalanx in front of her and
though she clearly got stares, she got only one more
comment in the hall and it was also a guy yelling
"Loved your pix!" This time she had the presence of
mind to reply "Thanks, glad you liked them" just before
ducking into class.
What was unnerving was the extra long look she got from
Miss Holland, her English teacher. She wasn't sure what
the look from this twenty something teacher meant, but
knew full well it meant she had seen or heard of the
pictures. She tended to be one of those students that
most teachers hardly knew existed. And in each class
she got the same look. The only teacher who she thought
even knew her name was Mrs. Kimball, her
photography/graphic arts teacher. Before class she
walked up to Misty, opened her mouth as if to speak,
then walked away.
It was her third period class that was the problem.
Somehow all the cheerleaders had managed to be assigned
the same US history class. Listening to their conceited
self-absorbed gossip had made her want to puke more
than a few times. But they were usually nice to her
because she was on the photo staff and they were always
wanting their photos taken.
Not today though, she could feel their eyes bearing
down on her as she moved to her seat. Then it began.
Whispering, but loud enough to be sure Misty could
hear. "No way would I do that", "What decent girl
would" "A desperate one", "who doesn't have much of a
figure", "a skanky slut if you asked me".
The comments went on for the entire period. If they had
only made a few comments they might have hurt her
feelings, as it was they just made her mad. When the
bell rang at the end of class she quickly moved from
her chair and stood to block their way. These were not
strangers; these girls had posed for her in some of the
most suggestive ways. And from her access to the boy's
teams she had heard more than a few stories of their
slutty ways.
In a voice just a little too loud, "I'll have you know
I am glad I went to that beach. It was a great
experience. If you're too juvenile to deal with that it
isn't my problem. Further, I did not go to that beach
for sex, in fact I was a virgin when those photos were
taken last summer. Can any of you say the same?" She
turned to leave and realized every eye was on her. So
she answered the question, "The answer is, no you can't
say that." then stormed out of the room.
The students at Jefferson Davis High had a love/hate
relationship with the cheerleaders. They loved to
idolize, admire and fantasized about them as the
ultimate sex high school sex symbol. But they also
despised them for their arrogance and the humiliation
and disrespect they meted out to nearly everyone at
school. By lunch time her public upbraiding of the
cheerleaders had made the rounds. Even those who were
uncomfortable about he photos now found a champion in a
normal, wall flower, who had out sexed and now out
humiliated the entire cheerleader squad.
Of this sea change she was unaware as she walked across
the cafeteria, tray in hand. She noticed the eyes
following her, but had no idea that she was now a star.
Her friends already had a clue as they had been stopped
in the hall by dozens of people wanting to know more
about Misty, but were afraid to approach her. She
opened her Sprite can and was about to start on her
salad when something was thrust in her line of sight.
It was a folder holing a photo qulity 8X10 print of her
running nude through the surf. She jerked her head
reflexively and looked around for teachers. Only then
did she look up and said "What are you trying to do,
get us both suspended?" It was George Stockdale, a
senior and the best photographer on the staff. She had
long sought his approval.
He smiled "I was wondering if you'd sign it as a
memento of the brassiest girl at Jeff Davis" he said
smoothly, "and don't worry, they don't much bother
seniors in the last month of school.
She couldn't have been more flattered. If he weren't
openly gay she'd be hoping for a date invitation. She
didn't even notice that her table had been filled by
onlookers and admirers as she pulled a gel pen from her
purse. It was odd, no guys sat down, but several stood
towards the end as if they dare not get to close.
Before she had started signing the questions began.
A girl sitting at her right asked, "How'd you get the
nerve? I've dreamed of doing that but I know I couldn't
go through with it even if I knew where to go." It was
another senior that she had never spoken to before, but
had a reputation as a stunning dresser.
Mustering the courage to be herself, rather than to
ether shrink or grandstand she said "It was really hard
the first time I took my top off at the hotel pool and
then I walked down the beach in just my bikini bottoms.
That was lots harder than at the nude beach. It was way
more crowded. I thought I'd jump out of my skin. But,
after a couple of days of first wearing just my bikini
bottoms, them only a thong, taking that last bit off
turned out to be no big deal."
"Wow, at the hotel?"
Misty turned to a girl she knew from the newspaper
staff "Yea, there were two pools and one was topless.
About half of the girls and younger women went topless.
So I would have stood out even if I'd worn a regular
swim suit. A thong and no top was just a normal thing
there."
"Is your pool party swim suit optional." A girl named
Patty, whom Misty had known since grade school asked.
"No, I already asked my parents," Misty answered.
"But Jeannette said that she went topless at your pool
all summer last year?" Patty followed
"Well sort of, after I came home from Miami I talked
them into it. SO we did the second half of the summer,
but it was always all girls." Misty responded.
"Are you mad your pictures are on the web?" A goth girl
at the end of the table asked "Don't you feel
violated?"
Misty couldn't help but smile at this question "No, the
guys asked before starting to take pictures. Though my
mom didn't think so, I kinda figured they'd end up on
the web at some point. But in some obscure little
armature post, not a full web site devoted to mom and
me. But no, I'm not embarrassed at all that the whole
school seems to have seen them. I'm not ashamed of what
I do. I would think a goth would understand that?"
The goth girl nodded her head "Yea, I respect that"
The questions continued non-stop. Eventually some of
the guys had mustered the courage to ask a few
questions. It was easy to tell who had seen the whole
photo set from the questions they asked. People came
and went so she ended up answering the same question
several times.
The next few days brought only more questions and more
accolades from school mates. The quiet photo geek was
now one of the most, if not the most well known girl in
school. The last issue of the school paper was
dedicated to upcoming graduates, but a long article on
unusual vacation plans had been planned. Thought the
article never mentioned the nude photos directly, her
friend Mark, did a full interview with her about South
Beach as an exotic destination.
She also got a much more explicit interview (conducted
by phone) by a mysterious guy who ran the "Jeff Davis
Underground" web site; the modern online equivalent of
the underground newspaper. In it she told all about the
trip to Miami, even about the boy she gave a hand job
to in the hotel swimming pool.
She also talked at length about the Euro-Club, though
she omitted a few names (such as Keli) who did not want
to be mentioned. She was startled but not entirely
surprised when after she thought he'd asked the last
question, he asked "I have been told by my sources you
often have sex with a number of your Euro Club friends.
Do you consider yourself a lesbian?"
"I consider myself a sexual human being and a
Christian. Beyond that I don't need labels," she said
indignantly.
"But do you deny you have sex with other girls from out
school?" said the voice on the phone.
"That is not the same question." She said, and then
gave her prepared statement. "Just as I have not
embarrassment about having my nude photos public, I
have no problem telling anyone who asks that I enjoy
sex with both my female friends and my male friends.
Someday I'm sure I'll marry and have kids, but I at
this point I don't see myself restrict my fun to just
one person or gender. Life is just too short."
Just before hanging up he asked if she could email any
of the other photos from her Miami trip. Though she
knew she shouldn't, she sent about a dozen of her at
the hotel pool; ones that had not been posted before.
The next day she checked out the site and found her
interview faithfully reproduced as well as the photos
she'd sent, though the webmaster had put a fuzzy bar
just big enough to cover her small nipples.
Misty wasn't the only Campbell at Jeff Davis. Lamar was
a freshman. He was bright, personable and reasonably
attractive with a real gift for music. In other words
he was a freshman band geek. In the high school pecking
order he was near, but not quite on, the very bottom.
For almost a year he had faithfully abided by the
orders his dad had giving him about telling about his
sisters or parents activities.
This is not to say he had obeyed the other rule to stop
spying on his sister. How could a teenage boy not look
out the window on his sister and her friends their pool
going topless. And it isn't like she wasn't inviting
him to look when she and her friends would munch each
others muffs with the door wide open.
He could have been a real hero all year by telling his
friends what his sister was doing, not to mention the
pictures his parents had brought back from the
Caribbean. He hadn't even told any one after the
weekend that his dad's hot secretary had spent the
weekend fucking his parents.
He had been dying to tell how when he heard them coming
from dinner on Saturday night he had hidden out in the
back yard and watched through the big windows as the
three of them do it in more ways than he had before
imagined, right in the family room. But since his mom
had told all Misty's friends about doing the man at the
hotel, he guessed he was free to tell all. And he did.
When his friends were skeptical he backed it up by
printing photos from his parents trip last winter. He
had jacked off to those photos till he thought his
penis would fall off, but by making him the overnight
sex expert in his group was a bonus he had not
expected. He figured not all families were quite as
open as his, but he was truly surprised that he was the
only one of his friends who had seen his mother fully
naked.
"No way," his friend Todd said jaw dropping.
"Really, she walks around the house naked, she doesn't
care if I see."
"I'm not making it up, She has a big picture of her
naked hanging right in the study, and smaller ones of
her having sex with all sorts of people right on the
walls were anyone can see."
Because by then, they, like every guy in the school,
had one of the hundreds of CD's of the photos that now
circulated, they were inclined to believe him. After
all, his mom did have her pics on the web and in them
it sure looked like she was going to fuck that guy
right on the beach. But his stories were just too
unbelievable.
"...and they don't stop fucking when you walk in the
room?"
"Well they stop moving, but they don't move off each
other. Like one time, my sister and I came in the room
and my mom sat naked on my dad. She just sat there
talking to us like it was no big deal, but I could see
his dick stuck in her pussy. She had to know I could
see, but she didn't move. They say sex is natural and
so they don't hide it."
"Do they let your sister fuck?"
"I told you, when she first fucked a guy she told mom
and dad all about it sitting right in pizza hut, with
me sitting right there. I mean she told how she and her
friend together had blown him then her friend held his
dick while my sister sat down on it. I got so turned on
I had to go jack off in the bathroom or I would have
creamed my pants just by listening."
Though they wanted to spend the night that weekend, all
the commotion over the photos mad it impossible. So he
burned a CD with lots of the beach pictures, the
Caribbean sailing tip pictures, the pictures of his mom
having sex with her best friend's husband and other
naked pictures of his mom. That night as they sat in
Todd's room looking at the hundreds of pictures, he had
his first experience with the age old ritual of
adolescent boys 'the circle jerk'.
Though the nude photos and subsequent notoriety were a
boon to the younger Campbell's, the first action of the
older Campbell's was to call their lawyer. Though he
was able to see them the day after Bonnie received the
call from the school, it took until the first of the
next week until he was ready to give them some
directions other than to not talk to the police.
It was Thursday, one week after the call from the
school. The Georgia summer had finally arrived. The
weather man predicted low 80's and moderate humidity.
By 9:00 it was all of that, but after the cool spring,
it felt even worse. Cooper' shirt stuck to his body and
Bonnie's hair simply would not say in place.
As they walked to the building Bonnie quipped "This is
why I wear as little as possible in the summer"
Cooper and Bonnie entered the air conditioned strip
center office, she now allowed herself to think on why
she was here. Suddenly she was nearly shaking with
jittery nerves. They were led back to a large, but not
ornate office. Their lawyer, Dean Toombs leaned back in
his chair.
"Well, well, you certainly have kept my office busy
this week." The heavy set attorney said with a deep
Georgia draw. "I guess it's good for the staff to do
work on something totally different for a change. I
guess in L.A. this kind of thing might be more common,
but here it's quite a novelty."
Bonnie was a bit impatient and jumped in before the
words were fully out "What have you found out?"
"The long and short of it is you don't have anything to
worry about."
Cooper looked at his wife, "I told you this is not a
problem."
Mr. Toombs went on "...unless our solicitor or someone
in social services gets itchy for some publicity."
Both Bonnie and Cooper felt their feet pulled out from
under them. The instantly leaned forward to catch the
next words.
Ever so slowly the attorney went on "...but I found out
the Sheriff Connors punted this one to the FBI...
and... the FBI told him that since this was an off-
shore web site - I think it is from the Bahamas... it
is out of their jurisdiction."
But even if the solicitor wants to pursue this he might
be able to grandstand about it, but because you had no
part in the publishing the web site and you were acting
lawfully. At least according to the laws in Miami
Beach.. so at lest to the law the photos are not
pornography... it falls into the kind of nudity in a
national geographic magazine... so you have nothing to
worry about.
"And Social Services?" Bonnie said with baited breath.
"Same thing; They might get some grandstanding, but no
more... at the very worst just some inconvenience to
you. But, given their overwork with real cases, I doubt
you have any worry about even a visit."
This confirmed what Cooper had thought. "So do you have
any suggestions for us based on all we told you?"
Mr. Toombs put his hands behind his head "Sure do.
First, now that you have suspicion pointed at you, you
need to be squeaky clean. The biggest liability in
families with popular teenagers is booze. You can't
tolerate any booze.. Or pot. brought by anyone in your
house. Make sure your kids know that.
Cooper nodded his head. "No problem."
"Until all the visiting girls are 18, Cooper needs not
to be home when the girls are sunbathing in less than a
regular bikini."
"No problem, that is also the rule," Cooper agreed.
"As odd as it seems, because the beach photos were
taken legally in a public nude or topless beach, they
are easily defended. I would not recommend minors
appear in family pictures at your pool wearing less
than a bathing suit."
Cooper and Bonnie left more relaxed, now they only
needed to concern themselves about the social fallout.
After all she and Cooper were leaders in the church and
even hosted youth activities at their home.
Upon returning home Cooper read his email. One was from
Rev. McBride. With trepidation he opened the email.
Cooper, I just read you piece in the Social Chronicle.
Very interesting; how would you like to present at the
Synod meeting next moth. They had a few speakers cancel
and need some help. This would certainly liven things
up. If you're interested I need to know by tomorrow.
"Bon, we do have some good news," Cooper called from
the study. "The Social Chronicle went out today. Pastor
McBride liked it. I think."
"Good" Bonnie called back as she was dialing her cell
to call Trish. Before last week she had seen Cooper's
writing these academic pieces on openness in sexuality
as nothing more than a hobby. But since the call from
the school, she now saw them as important. She had even
read the piece he'd written for Salon.com for the first
time. It was way to wordy and formal for her tastes but
she liked his conclusion
"The fact that the 6th century tools for oppression of
human thought still shape the 21st century word should
be of concern for all. Shame and self loathing for
behavior that is nearly universal is an idea whose time
passed a millennium ago. Yet it survives today. Just as
it served the small numbers of leaders in the medieval
Church to control the large and diverse populace of
Europe, small groups on both the left and right
continue to use sexual shame to leverage their small
numbers to control nearly all of the large and diverse
populace of America."
***
"Hey Trish," Bonnie said a few days later after she
answered the phone. She hadn't talked to her since
Sunday at church and they had not talked much.
Trish didn't seem as enthused. Bonnie told her what the
lawyer had said about the photos not being porno in the
legal sense, "So Byron and his friends shouldn't have
to worry about this going beyond their suspension. Not
that that is small potatoes."
Trish, her voice less withdrawn. "No, for a boy who has
never even gotten detention, it is a big deal. But I'm
glad to hear this should be the end of it."
Bonnie felt very bad for Trisha "I'm so sorry we caused
this problem for you"
"Bon, you didn't cause the problem; I don't even blame
Mark for showing Byron the pictures. Byron should have
known better than to take them to school. He got what
he deserves. It's just Byron's dad is making my life
hell over this."
"Why don't you come on over. The kids won't be home for
hours. It's hot out, we can relax by the pool.
"Well, Sherrie is on her way over."
"Invite her to come too."
After a pause she said "OK, I'll be there in about 45
minutes." She hung up and went into the study "Cooper,
can you make me a CD of all the pictures from cruise
they sent us?"
Looking back from his computer, "Sure, but why?"
"Trish and Sherry are on their way over and I think
it's time we come out of the closet. If we are going to
live by what you're writing, we can't hide who we are."
Then thinking for a minute, "but leave out your bi
pictures, that might be a little too honest."
Cooper agreed and by the time her friends arrived she
was already out by the pool, using Misty's laptop to
look over the photos. She was wearing a new thong
bikini that she had bought off the net for the cruise,
but of course had never worn. After some thought, she
had left on the top on, for now. The thermometer by the
pool read 89 degrees.
She rose to greet her guest as Cooper escorted them
out. Though Trish had been a regular at the Campbell's
pool for several years, Sherry had only been over a few
times, and those were at church activities held at
their house. She could tell Sherry was taken a bit off
guard by Bonnie's minimalist swimwear. The three women
settled into chase lounges and relaxed. After she
jugged they had made enough small talk Bonnie asked
"How's Byron? He's back in school right?"
Trish answered "Yea, he's back. And he seems to be in a
good mood. He's actually popular. It seems Misty's a
real star at school and he's popular because he knows
the family and the he first identified you and Misty in
the photos."
Bonnie swiveled around to look at Sherry. Trish saw her
face and said "I told her everything. I hope that's
OK?"
Bonnie laughed "That's fine, I really am trying to be
open and with all this. So, what do you think o of me
now?"
Sherry was a woman in her mid fifties from somewhere
out west who had been married twice before. Bonnie
remembered shortly after joining their church, she had
told a group of ladies that that her fist husband died
of cancer after 20 years of marriage and her second
marriage had lasted less than a year. She had an
exceptionally nice figure for her age and was quite the
flashy dresser, and even in Trish's borrowed, and ill-
fitting, one piece maillot; she obviously had very
round and probably silicon enhanced breasts.
She had married Herb Connors two years ago and had, in
the past, had made vague references to her wild years.
But not even the gossip mill had any idea what that
might mean. Though she would always be an outsider, she
was well liked, at least by the younger women. The
woman's 'old guard' saw her as trying to suppliant
Herb's deceased wife, who had be a pillar in the
church.
Bonnie could see her thinking for a few minutes then in
slow carefully chosen words she said "Now Bonnie you do
not need my approval for what you do. I have been more
places and done more things than you can imagine and I
don't regret any of them. Well, many of them at least.
If you're worried about offending me the only way to do
that is to treat me like a naive child. So let's see
these pictures that everyone is so excited about.
Bonnie began to cue up the laptop but the battery had
died.
"Here, we will have to take the disk inside, this won't
work" Bonnie said.
She had two CD's the first one was the one shown to
Misty's friends. She stared the slide show and narrated
through the ten minutes or so it took to run thought.
When she finished with the same explanation she did
with the teens that she had stopped before letting the
college guy put his penis up inside her. Trish said
quietly so as not to let Cooper hear in the adjacent
study "Wow, you almost did it with another guy. What
did Cooper think of that?"
Bonnie looked for the words to tell her fiend that she
had done many other guys when Sherry stepped in.
"Bonnie back up to the next to last photo." Bonnie
backed to the photo that showed her face as the good
looking college guy had his penis at nestled between
her lips.
"Trish, like I've said before, I've been around. I've
actually watched fiends have sex outside their marriage
for the first time. That face is not the face of a
first timer, it's too relaxed. Correct me if I'm out of
line Bon, but this isn't the first guy you've had
between your legs this year, besides your husband's I
mean."
Trish's face was mortified, "Shhh, she hissed. He's in
the next room he'll hear you."
Sherry looked at Bonnie with a wicked grin "Oh, he
knows doesn't he?"
Bonnie looked at Trish's bulging eyes. She didn't know
what her friend was thinking. With out speaking she
flipped to the photo of her sitting at the cabaña bar
and began with the Cuban man.
"This photo was taken the day before I went to the nude
beach. See the man talking to me. Shortly after Misty
took this photo I went up to this man's penthouse and
we had sex. Mad crazy sex. Amazing once in a life time
sex. Then..." moving to the next slide "As soon as we
finished I put the thong back on and came down, still
weak in the knees and sweaty."
Trish whispered "where did you tell Cooper you'd been?"
"I told him I just got laid."
Bonnie looked at Trisha's befuddled eyes. Sherry looked
at the CD that Bonnie had been turning in her hands.
"Do we get to see the rest of the pictures?" Sherry
said pointing the other CD.
"Trish, are you up to another set of photos?" Bonnie
asked, "You look a little shell shocked."
She shook her head and said "Oh, sure, I was just
imagining what my ex would have done if I had announced
I'd just gotten laid. I certainly would have involved
EMS. Go ahead, I'm getting an education."
She put the second CD into the DVD player next to the
big screen. "Now, to be honest, I don't think I've even
seen all these photos." The she called Cooper in to
help her narrate.
The opening photo was taken on the dock in Miami with
all eight passengers ready to depart. The second photo
skipped to the next morning as they were hiking through
the jungle. A series of photos showed topless hiker
then Judy posing in the nude.
"That's my boss's wife" Cooper explained as a full
dozen nudes of her crossed the TV before changing
subject. It took Bonnie and Cooper a moment to realize
what the next photo was. In the foreground were three
teenage couples having sex in different ways, it was
only looking in the background that Bonnie and Cooper
were seen spooning.
Bonnie explained "We were sunning on this huge flat
rock."
Cooper interrupted "Sunning nothing, she was getting
eaten out by Heather. The girl on the far left on her
hands and knees is the secretary for the owner's son.
She and Bonnie was so busy muff diving that they didn't
see the kids for a good thirty minutes." Bonnie took
back over "It seems that we were in a nature reserve
owned by one of the large resorts. This group of
teenagers had escaped their parents and were skinny
dipping." She continued the narrative as the images
progressed. Martin had shot quite of few of these kids
sucking and fucking.
When the screen filled with a shot of Cooper, nude
sporting a semi-erection, standing and talking to
Heather, Trish blurted out "Bon, you don't mind if I
see him like that?"
"No, I think he's handsome," Bonnie replied.
A few frames latter came a full frontal shot of the
best looking guy, standing with a full and noticeably
large hard-on.
"Now that is a nice piece of man flesh" Sherry said
"You shouldn't have let him go."
Bonnie had just said "I didn't" when the image of the
same young man leaning over her prone figure, followed
by several of the guy stroking in and out of her."
Bonnie looked over to Trish "Are you OK with this
Trisha?"
Her eyes were wide. The image was a wide shot showing
Cooper and Heather watching Bonnie get fucked. "He's OK
with watching you do... THAT?"
Cooper answered "If she is having fun, why should I
object?"
Trish was getting louder "She's your wife!"
"All the more reason I want her to be happy" Cooper
said coolly. Sherry tried to settle Trish as the images
continued to cross the screen. "A man who really loves
and trusts his wife enjoys watching her enjoy herself,
even when that is having sex with someone else. I know
that's hard for you to understand. From what you have
told me, your husband was jealous and distrustful. I
have had both kinds of husbands. Jerry was the love of
my life, but after a few years of marriage we became
involved, sexually, with our best friends.
"For over ten years we had more erotic fun than you can
begin to imagine. It stared during the swinging 70's in
California, before AIDS and the rise of the religious
right. Together we did men, women, couples, big groups,
little groups, there was no limit. In those days we
didn't even have to hide our open life style from other
young couples, many who had been free love hippies.
"We were considered late bloomers as we didn't start
swinging until we were in our late twenties. We were
closer than any couple I've ever known and kept it up
until he just got too sick. And even in those last
months we would re-live our wildest experiences." She
got very quite "It was very special; once in a life
time special."
The images were not miscellaneous photos from the yacht
and then of snorkeling/scuba diving.
In a flat voice she went on "After he passed I went to
a few parties, but it just wasn't the same. The sex was
fine, but it felt so empty without Jerry. I took a job
in Atlanta and for a few years I was celibate as I
grieved. When I met Carl, who eventually became my
second husband, he loved that he dated a woman who
didn't expect monogamy and even better that I didn't
mind his friends joining us in bed.
It wasn't' until we married I realized that his motives
were completely different than Jerry's. We didn't share
sex. He had sex and I was his possession to use as he
liked. I didn't take that long before he was out of my
life." She paused to regroup her thoughts.
The photos the group were viewing showed a variety of
sexual couplings, several involving Bonnie with men and
women. It seems Martin didn't shy away from the
explicit shots. Bonnie noticed the only ones with
Cooper had him going down on Brian's wife.
After a few moments Sherry resumed her talk "I vowed
not to make the same mistake again. Then when I met
Herb I guess one of the attractions was that he was
almost than ten years older than me. I just buried the
past life, with only these boobs and my videos and
pictures as reminders of my life with Jerry. My
relationship with Herb is much more as companions than
lovers. He's a wonderful man, kind and gentle. But we
will never have what Jerry and I had."
Bonnie could see a tear running down her cheek. "Do you
want me to stop?"
Sherry perked up quickly "Oh, no no, these are great.
Carl found my stash of photos and videos and threw them
out. I only have a few photos and one video tape left
and it's about worn out from me watching it over and
over."
The photo of the Luau began and Bonnie resumed her
narration. Trish was clearly lighting up. In a timid
voice she said of a shot of Ramón in his grass skirt
with his penis sticking straight out from the skirt. "I
love those outfits."
Bonnie seizing the moment "Ah, you do like this. It's
been way too long since you've seen a man."
Sherri added "or had sex."
"I'd never in my life seen pictures of people having
sex before," Trish said breathlessly.
The photo show continued as did the narrative. The
photos of Bonnie and the other in the calypso dance
outfits led to her story about being doubled in the
rain.
"No way" Trish gasped "Not two at once."
"Don't knock it till you've tried it" Sherry answered
as the photos continued to flash on the screen. More
wonderful scuba shots, and more sweaty sex shots.
When the last photo, a group photo, nude this time came
and stopped it had been less than twenty minutes from
when she put in the disk, but for Trish it felt like
hours. She had thought she was pushing the boundaries
by going topless in a ladies' only environment, but now
she, for the first time since her teenage years
considered the possibility of sex as fun, for herself.
After almost being in the cool house for a good while,
the girls went back out to the pool, this time followed
by Cooper. Sherry was clearly feeling good. She almost
danced back to her chase lounge. Turning to Trish,
thanks for letting me borrow the swim suit, but it
doesn't fit very well. I hope you don't mind if I take
it off. With that she slipped the shoulder straps down
and stepped out of her only clothing.
Raising her hands to the early afternoon sun she said
"It's been so long since I felt the sun on my whole
body. I LOVE IT!" Cooper found her surprisingly
attractive. She was average height with well coiffed
frosted sandy blond hair. Her perfectly round, butt not
overly large breasts balanced her full thighs and rear.
He felt a twinge in his shorts. She cupped her breasts
and to everyone's surprise tweaked her nipples between
her fingers.
"Well girls, I'm I the only one who is getting a tan
today?" She said sitting and stretching on her chase.
Settling with her feet more than slightly apart her
full, natural bush was evident, though it was not
nearly enough to hide her fleshy labia.
Bonnie untied her top and without hesitating slid her
thong to the ground.
Cooper could feel the twinge in his shorts was now a
growing hard on. He was actually getting the hots to
fuck this fifty year old church woman.
Trish had reached behind herself but had hesitated to
unhook the clasp.
Bonnie seeing her hesitancy "Do you want Cooper to go
in?"
With a quivering voice she said "No. no that is the
problem, I want him to see me." She turned away from
Cooper as the red flowed to her cheeks. "I'm not ready
to tell you the story, but I want him to see me." She
began to cry. What she didn't say was that almost every
day after tanning she went home and fantasized Bonnie's
husband finding her topless and making love to her like
she had last summer with her secret lover. The shame
and excitement of that experience colored all her life
now. Making love to Cooper had become one of her
favorite fantasies. "I'm sorry, but I right now I'm
just confused."
Bonnie jumped up and put her arms around her friend.
"It's OK, really. Don't do anything you don't want to"
she said softly. She held her tight for a moment, then
felt Trisha's hands unhook the clasp before hugging
back. Trisha, let go and backed away. The top fell into
Bonnie's hands. Looking into Bonnie's eyes she said "In
for dime, in for a dollar" and grasped the waistband of
her bottoms and pushed them to her knees. After kicking
them free she slowly turned and faced Cooper.
Cooper wasn't sure what to do, but he knew his erection
bound down in his shorts was beginning to hurt.
Trisha's breasts, though not surgically perfect as
Sherry's were, where very, very fine. Her figure was
ideal for a full figured woman of her age. She was
sexy, large soft breasts though pulled downward with
weight and age the large nipples pointed distinctly and
proudly straight forward, a distinct waist, a small
round belly, and wide supportive hips with untrimmed,
but very sparse pubic hair that left her almost bare
below the clit.
Sherry who had not said anything for a while looked
square at his crotch and said "Don't be a boob Cooper,
drop those shorts and let her see what you think of her
body."
Now it was Cooper's turn to turn red, but he unbuckled
his belt and, unbuttoned his shorts and putting his
thumbs inside his boxer briefs, pushed outer and
underwear to the ground. Standing up his painfully firm
penis pointed to the sky. His was one of those penises
that when soft was quite small, but when hard, was ever
so slightly above average. He unbuttoned and discarded
his madras shirt. To dispel his slight embarrassment,
her flexed and posed, which brought the laughter that
he had intended.
"Come over here, you sexy hunk," Bonnie growled.
Cooper certainly knew he was no hunk, but prancing nude
for these two nice church women made him feel like one,
and it kept his dick fully inflated. The three lounges
were in a row, with Bonnie lying between those of her
friends. He bent over and kissed his wife deeply. He so
wanted to spread her legs and do her right there but he
knew that would not be OK. He stood up and went to get
the fourth chase lounge at the far end of the patio.
Trisha rolled to her side and said quietly "Bon." She
waited for Bonnie's attention "Bonnie, I want to watch.
I want to watch you do it with Cooper. Right here next
to me."
Bonnie thought it through quickly and in a low tone
asked "Do you want to join in?"
"No," she snapped "At least not today. But I want to be
right here when you do it."
Cooper was dragging the other lounge, this one made of
cast iron, with enough scraping noise to bring on a
migraine.
Bonnie turned her head to Sherry, "Did you hear her?"
Cooper sheepishly said "Well I thought I heard what she
said. "Would it be OK with you?" Trisha asked. "I'd
love to watch. I've never seen another couple do it."
Bonnie pulled up to her feet and told Cooper "don't
worry about that. Come here."
Cooper let go of the heavy furniture and quickly closed
the space between them. "Yes, sweetie?"
"Trish wants to watch us make love. You up to it?"
With out saying a word he pulled her close and drove
his tongue down her throat. She gripped his penis as
they kissed with vigor and passion. She was mindful of
showing her friend as much as possible and she released
his kiss. She had Cooper help her to her feet and
pushing Trisha's leg aside sat on the side of her
chase. She moved Cooper over until he stood over
Trish's left armrest, to be as close to Trish as
possible but to still give Sherry a view. She was on
stage and she would make the most of it. She put on the
best show possible.
She took his penis in her hand, licking, kissing and
then mouth fucking her husband. Slowly, every so slowly
she went deeper and deeper. Finally she held it in; on
her lips she felt his pubic hair. She had never truly
done a deep throat on her husband. She held it in until
she need to breath, took a breath and once more
swallowed the last inch of her husband's tool. Trish
lay beside her transfixed.
Cooper also felt a need to put on a show, knowing these
people went strangers at a party. They lived in his
community. He went to church with both of them. Trisha
was his son's friend. So when, due to the amazingly
deep blow job she was giving, he thought he might cum,
he moved away from his wife's mouth. Gently he coaxed
her to the very end of the lounge. He reached behind
her and lifted Trisha's leg and moved it on the other
side of his wife's hips. This naturally opened up
Trisha's lips showing the pink inside.
Cooper knew full well she could feel how exposed she
was, but he chose not to pretend he didn't notice.
Rather he held his gaze on the tender flesh now
glistening with moisture long enough to be sure she
noticed, then looked in her eyes and licked his lips
before turning back to his wife. He was sure he saw her
body give a shiver. He was sure if he did his job well
now, he'd get a taste of that flesh in the near future.
Taking Bonnie's shoulders he gently laid her back. Her
head fell right in the "V" of Trisha's legs. Sitting on
the pool deck between her feet he began to do all he
knew to excite his wife. Working slowly his to orally
please his wife, his tongue was tired even before he
began to ride her hips up and down, but he kept going.
Her hips were thrusting up and down with out her
effort. Bonnie knew she would not need to fake anything
for her friends. She reached behind her and grabbed
Trisha' hands and pulled them down, down till she held
them over her breast. At first they seemed to want to
pull away, but she held on to the wrists. She felt she
was reaching the point of no return as climax became
inevitable.
Below Cooper struggled to keep the rhythm on her clit
as her hips bucked wildly up and down. But hang on he
did until the movement stopped and she pushed his face
off of her clit. He had done it and well.
Bonnie lay panting hard. She let go of the wrists, but
the hands remained. As her head cleared she processed
that the gentle rubbing of her nipples came from those
hands not Cooper's. She felt so good. She thought about
just relaxing, but she knew Misty and Lamar would be
home soon. She stood up and looked around for the best
place to let Cooper finish the job. Then forming a plan
she stepped over Trisha's prone body and gripped the
two arm rests.
Looking up she said, "You wanted to watch, how's this?"
Trish didn't say a word, she just slowly nodded. She
heard Cooper moving behind her, she expected him to
immediately begin to fuck her. But instead he stood to
the side and pushed two fingers into Bonnie. After a
few slow stokes to move her moister around, he began
finger fuck her hard, very hard and fast. She loved
when he did this. Two fingers became three; three
become four, with his thumb up her ass.
In a breathless voice Bonnie said "I'm surely going to
start dripping on you. Don't worry it's not pee."
Sure enough, having just climaxed and with all his
fingers working, it wasn't long before the stimulation
brought a steady rain from Bonnie dripped down onto
Trisha. It stared by dripping on the cushion below her,
then as Bonnie slowly moved forward the dripping began
to rain on her open labial lips and sparse hair. When
she began, her face was above Trish's breast, as he
worked on her she moved forward until they were almost
nose to nose. Trish once again had her hands on
Bonnie's breasts and with out knowing who had initiated
it, Trish had sucked Bonnie's tongue into her mouth.
Trisha pulled her friend down on top of her and the
kissing became more passionate. Cooper now straddled
the lounge chair and spread his wife and pushed her
legs to either side of the lounge. He eased his organ
between the wide open lips. She was now loose and he
could hardly feel the vaginal walls, which helped with
self-control. He alternated with slow and fast strokes.
Now and then pulling out and driving in.
Bonnie's clit lay directly on Trisha's, when Trisha
moved her legs outward so they dangled off the chase
Cooper took it as an invite. He pulled back out of his
wife and guided the head to the second, bottom, pair of
open lips. He ran his rubbery head around their radius,
then slowly starting as far down as he could reach; he
moved it upward with just a tiny bit of pressure
causing the lips to wrap around, but not to actually
penetrate.
Then continuing up to his wife above slipped it all the
way in. He leaned down so his balls would hit Trish
with each thrust. Twice more he repeated the tease, but
each time digging the head in just a little more. He
knew he would not last much longer. Once more he moved
the head to Trisha's labia, and pushed forward just a
bit more until. He looked down and watched his pink
head almost disappear, swallowed by the lips. He pulled
it free of her.
He pushed the head in again, but stopped just when only
the head was out of site. He slipped it in a third and
forth time but never past the valley between head and
shaft. Then buried it back into his wife just in time
for his climax. He filled felt the jets of semen as
they moved from his balls, into his body then down his
penis then spray into Bonnie. He kept it all the way in
using small thrusts to heighten the sensation until the
last wave had passed. Then stumbling back to collapse
onto Bonnie's lounge. He lay panting for air.
Sherry perked up, "That was intense."
Cooper grasping for air said "It's hot out here, lets
go inside" Though exhausted, Bonnie played the role of
hostess bringing four, clean but old, robes that
everyone put on. Then she retrieved four sodas from the
fridge.
For a long time no one spoke at all.
Then as hostess she sparked conversation. "You were
great honey." Cooper, sitting in his easy chair only
smiled, his heart had not yet slowed.
"Well girls, how was the show?"
Sherry had no problems answering. "First rate. Brought
back many fond memories."
Bonnie looked to Trish sitting beside her. "Well, did
you enjoy?" "I'm sorry I'm still processing
everything," Trish said.
Sherry boldly asked, "Did he fuck you? From my angle I
couldn't tell?"
Trish looked perplexed and said, "I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't' know?"
"Ask him what he did, I know he put his penis right at
the opening, but I don't think it really went in."
Eyes turned to Cooper.
He grinned. "Before I answer, let me ask you if you
wanted me to or not?"
Bonnie butted in "What does that have to do with it?
You either did or didn't."
Cooper was rather pleased with himself "Yes I put it
right at the opening. If you did want to get through
the stress of doing it the first time we could say,
Yes, I did put it in, even if it wasn't but an inch or
so. If your self-image would be damaged by having had
sex with me, then No, it really didn't go past the lips
into the vagina itself." Knowing he had their
attention. "I just figured it was fairer to let you
decide if you wanted to have sex when things weren't
quite as heated."
Sherry chimed in "That's really sweet and thoughtful of
you" Bonnie's opinion was "That's Cooper, always over
thinking things" But the opinion that mattered was
Trisha's. "I do think it was thoughtful. And you are
right; I would have regretted doing something like that
in that way. So, we will say we did not have sex out
there."
Cooper felt vindicated and was sure his stock among the
women just went up.
"But" she said and paused so everyone looked at her. "I
am quite sure I would like to have sex today."
Bonnie was sure she wanted to do her, and said casually
"Sure, what do you want to do?"
Trish spoke slowly "If. you are really OK with it...
and I mean really OK.. I would like. to go in the bed
room.. With the door shut" her words were getting so
quite they were almost inaudible "...I'd like Cooper to
make love to me."
Bonnie was taken aback and even a little offended by
being excluded, but she had no problems with Cooper
showing her a good time. Cooper on the other hand was
feeling like the real womanizer. His teasing had led to
her wanting him and him alone. This boost of confidence
is why he would have no problem getting it up again.
The door shut leaving Bonnie and Sherry on the couch.
"So" Bonnie said knowing she was feeling a little
uncomfortable. "Tell me about those memories we brought
back"
She kept an eye on the wall clock. She listened to the
stories, and they were quite good, for just under an
hour. Longer than she and Cooper had done it in years
the green eyed monster told her. Coming out of the room
fully dressed Trisha virtually floated as she crossed
the room and hugged Bonnie saying honestly "Thank you
so much. You are so lucky. In fifteen years of marriage
Victor never did me like that."
Though Trisha was honest in this, she was not quite
ready to admit, that despite her repeated assertions
she had been celibate for the past two years and Cooper
had been a very good lover.
Looking over to Sherry "Your not dressed, the only
reason we quit was I have to get to the school to get
Byron."
To be continued...
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