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In Search of the Final Freedom - 17
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)
***
Bonnie and Cooper go to the New York opening of Amy's
art. Sarah brings a friend to get Bonnie's help. (MF,
MM, exh, reluc, oral, swingers)
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PART THREE: Raising the Flag of Revolution
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Chapter SEVENTEEN
Cooper had traveled a good bit, but had never done more
than transfer planes in New York. Even for a seasoned
traveler New York was a bit overwhelming. It was late
by the time the stood outside the terminal and hailed a
cab. Even at night the traffic seemed daunting and the
buildings seemed to close in around them as they drove
into the city. The traffic, the crowds, the noise all
reinforced Coopers dislike for big cities.
Their hotel room was small, but well appointed. The bed
was comfortable, and that's what mattered most. It had
been a very busy week and though they talked about
going out on the town, they ended up eating at one of
the hotel's restaurants and simply taking a stroll
around the hotel before going to bed early.
The opening wasn't until 1:30 so they spent the morning
touring the New York sites, but returned to the hotel
so they could freshen up and get dressed for the
opening. While Bonnie worked on her make-up, Cooper
reviewed his notes for possible interviews. Amy had
emailed him early in the week that she would be
counting on him to help her field the questions about
the philosophical position on public sexuality and the
FFF's position.
Bonnie had also emailed Amy, but her questions were
about appropriate attire. As a consequence she had
brought one semiformal outfit for the afternoon opening
and a gown for the Gala Opening in the evening.
The cab ride to the gallery was not long, and as they
pulled up in front of a fairly typical New York multi-
story building with the bottom floor given to retail.
Cooper couldn't help but be amused that even in New
Your City, the display cases were empty except for a
sign that read CENSORED.
At the door was a man in a back tuxedo. Cooper had to
present their tickets before entering. The door was
opened and they were politely escorted in.
The gallery was a Spartan affair, essentially a large
warehouse with exposed second story steel structure.
There were no walls that went to the ceiling, only ten
foot panels attached to support columns. But it was
airy and conductive for large groups.
Directly inside the door was a bronze sculpture of what
was styled to be an old vine wrapped tree, rising well
above the separator panel behind it. But as part of
this exhibit. it was in fact a larger than life
sculpture of a couple, standing, making love. The man
comprised the tree trunk and the woman, standing on one
tip toe was the counterpoint. One of her legs jutted
out at a ninety degree angle, like a limb of the tree
and her hair, resplendent in gold leaf, spread out a
good twenty feet like golden willow branches. It would
have been very nice, but not unusual work if the
sculpture had omitted the thick bronze penis spreading
a very visible pair of labial lips.
From the ground looking up it was indeed the most
explicit sculpture he or Bonnie had ever seen. Moving
on they had to negotiate around small groups of people
deep in discussion. Many had hand held computer devices
on which they were making notes on each piece. Cooper
noticed a good number had badges around their necks
labeled PRESS. He tried to read who they represented,
but it was difficult without being too obvious. Moving
around they could clearly pick out Amy's works, they
all had a lushness that none of the others could match.
Rounding another sculpture, this one a life sized
bronze of a couple making love resting on an actual,
wood and upholstery, antique divan. It was quite
striking, having caught the couple's passion in mid-
stride.
There were a number of paintings by someone with an
interesting primitive style. Those paintings looked as
if they had been uncovered by archeologist rather than
recently painted. Another artist used a more
impressionist approach, giving more a feeling or the
moment. They had been looking at a group of three
paintings of the same couple when Bonnie turned around,
and there, taking up the entire with of the twelve foot
wide panel was their painting. She whipped Cooper
around to see. It was magnificent. It was all their
painting at home and much more. The size gave a
presence and gravity that took their breath away.
"It was worth the trip just to see this," Bonnie said.
"I can't believe how much more she put into it. And the
sheer size" Cooper gushed.
They stood and discussed every inch of the huge
painting before moving on. Very pleased with Amy and
themselves, they looked at an interesting mixed media
using real organic matter and what they guessed to be
clay. From this vantage point, Cooper saw what was
surely the live art display.
Four bamboo pedestals held a tangle of dense
vegetation. A fan from above caused the leaves and
vines to sway gently.
He urged Bonnie to follow "Now just stand and watch
this for a minute," he said quietly.
"What am I looking for?" she whispered.
"Just wait" he asked
After about ninety seconds she said, "I see it. There
is a couple having sex in there."
"I was beginning to wonder if you would."
"How did you know?"
"Amy told me about it about a month ago."
A middle aged woman standing near Bonnie asked, "Where
do you see that?"
Bonnie pointed, "See, his feet pointing up and there is
her thigh. She's pained like the plants"
Then the lady said, "Oh, yes. I see it. She is just
barely moving on him, but, oh yes, it is the real
thing, they're not faking it. That's a ballsy move to
have live sex at an exhibit. No one has done anything
like that since the days of Andy Warhol and The
Factory."
She jotted something down on a steno pad she was
carrying, then asked "Did I hear your friend say Amy
told him about this. Did he mean Amy Douglas?"
The woman speaking was silver haired and slightly heavy
set. She appeared to be in her fifties, but still was
very fashionably dressed, even provocatively, with a
low cut dress showing a good bit of cleavage,
especially for a woman her age.
"Yes, she's been a friend of ours for years." Bonnie
said, then with some pride she said "That's us"
pointing across the way where they could see part of
the big painting behind a panel.
"Oh," The woman was now clearly interested. "My name is
Claudia McPherson, I write for the New York Daily News.
And you are?"
"I'm Bonnie Campbell and this" puling Cooper over to
her "is my husband Cooper. Amy asked us to come for the
opening because she wanted some of the model couples to
come and because Cooper writes a lot of the stuff for
their non-profit."
The reported put out her hand and reintroduced herself.
"So, Mr. Campbell, in my briefing I was told you are
the spokesman for the Final Freedom Foundation."
"Well, I don't know we have an official spokesman, but
I am on the Board and I have written a good bit of the
material that was released to the press. Did any of
that material come your way?"
"Yes, I read some of it in the press release and your
article in Salon. I do both arts and culture work for
the Daily News, that's why I was given this story, it
appears to be a bit of both. We could talk here, but
I'd really rather have a sit down with you."
"We are only in town for the day."
"How about right after the exhibit closes?"
"I'll say yes, but I haven't even told Amy I'm here and
don't know if she has something for me to do."
The reporter stuck to her guns and said "I'll meet you
at five then. How about I'll take you two to dinner and
we can talk then." Cooper, feeling a bit out of his
dept agreed. No sooner had he done so than the
aggressive reporter scurried off.
He looked over at Bonnie, "That was weird."
She gave him a wry smile, "So goes the life of fame."
"Yea right, I don't' even rate being a talking head."
They had toured the entire exhibit before finally
finding Amy. She was engrossed in a discussion with a
group of people, none whom he recognized. He and Bonnie
slowly moved into her field of vision hoping to get her
attention. His plan worked and Amy waved for she and
Bonnie to come over.
"I'm so glad you're here!" Amy exclaimed as she gave
Cooper a hard kiss on the lips then gave Bonnie the
same. He was sure she was making some point to the
onlookers, but did not know what. She then introduced
Cooper and Bonnie to her audience: an art critic, a
writer for an art magazine and reporter for The Village
Voice. Then she continued "I hadn't seen you and was
afraid you didn't make it."
Amy looked great. Her salt and pepper hair was shorter
than it had been when he saw her last, but it was
beautifully done. She wore a silk kimono with a floral
motif. She looked professional, in charge and
beautiful.
"We've been here for a good while, but couldn't find
you." Cooper said
"The show is absolutely terrific." Bonnie added "I love
our painting, it is even better than the one you gave
us"
Amy then explained to the press people that the large
paining was of Cooper and Bonnie and how they were an
upstanding southern couple, active in their church and
community and they had agreed to let her paint them
making love last winter.
Cooper corrected "That's all true but we are also old
friends of Amy and her husband."
Amy agreed "Oh, yes that's true. That's how I knew that
Cooper is the true Renaissance man. He is an extremely
talented architect, a philosopher, a teacher and a
passionate lover."
Cooper was shocked she had said that. He knew she was
opening her life up, but did not think she was going to
go that far. Evidently she saw his shock because she
added "but that is strictly off the record." Then she
winked at him and said "but it's the truth". "Well
boys" she said to the reporters "That's enough for now,
I'll answer more questions at the press conference
after the doors close at 3:30.
Once the reporters left Cooper asked, "How do you think
it's going?"
"I think really well, our publicist did a good job of
inviting the most liberal minded press people. So far
I've only heard positive things, but I'm new at this
working with the press."
"So am I," Cooper agreed. "I got cornered by a woman
from the Daily News."
"How'd it go?"
"I got roped into doing dinner with her."
"It could have been worse. You heard what I said about
the press conference. I want you to join me and the
other artists on the panel to field their questions."
"I'm not sure if should be there, it's your time to
shine."
"But I want you there to discuss the open sexuality
philosophy with them. And Besides I want to them to
meet the real couple behind what the press is calling
my best paining."
"OK, we'll come, but we will sit to the side and if you
need us we will be there."
A woman with a press badge around her neck approached
prompting Amy to agree to Cooper's suggestion before
she and the reporter began to discuss her paintings.
Cooper and Bonnie moved off to look at the rest of the
exhibit.
They took their time and talked to several people so
that the time passed quickly and thus passed the time
until the gallery closed and about twenty chairs were
set up in the front of the gallery, facing a
rectangular table with four chairs on one side. It was
a low keyed affair, and apparently most of the
reporters and critics knew each other well. The
questions were mostly about their background and how
they came to create the exhibit. Amy related most if
the story that she had told Cooper, but she completely
omitted the fact the artists were sleeping with each
other before they did it to be sketched.
One of the obviously gay critics asked why all the art
was of heterosexual couples. Amy answered "We actually
do have quite a few works involving same sex couples
and of groups that include same sex couples. We
excluded them from this, our first exhibit, frankly for
political reasons. We didn't want to fight more than
one battle at a time, if we had put them out the entire
press reaction would have been about homosexuality.
That brings me to mention the FFF, the Final Freedom
Foundation for which this show is raising money. Let me
introduce Mr. Cooper Campbell and his beautiful wife
Bonnie."
She motioned to Cooper and Bonnie who were sitting to
the far right of the table. "Cooper and Bonnie are old
friends and they were among the first couples I asked
to paint. For the record they have been married nearly
20 years, are active in their rural Georgia church and
have two wonderful teenage children. The large painting
on the north wall you all liked so much is of Bonnie
and Cooper. Cooper is a highly regarded architect but
has recently moved to the academic arena and teaches at
Augusta State University. He is one of the co-founders
of the FFF and writes most of our position papers.
Cooper, could you come give a brief summary of the FFF
position on gender and sexuality."
This was Cooper's moment; he had given hundreds of
presentations to groups of this size, but not on this
subject. It was only a matter of feet from where he sat
to the table, but it seemed much father as the tension
rose in his stomach. He so wanted to do this well.
Approaching the table he began to speak. "The FFF
rejects the modern dichotomy of hereto or
homosexuality, instead we take the more traditional
philosophical approach to human sexuality. We believe
humans are naturally sexually responsive to both
genders and that preferences for one gender or the
other is a matter of taste influenced by a myriad of
mostly environmental factors. For instance many young
people are sexually attracted to people with tattoos
and piercings, most older people are not, but that does
make those who are somehow fundamentally different than
those who are not? Of course not.
Similarly, could under the right circumstances a non-
body art practitioner have enjoyable sexual relations
with someone with body art? Of course they could. Thus
the FFF position is that people are sexual and under
the right circumstances nearly all people can and will
have enjoyable sexual retaliations with people of
either gender."
The reporter from the Village Voice asked "So does the
FFF support gay rights."
"We support and promote everyone to come out of the
closet. We support each person's right to live out
their sexuality, publicly, in their own manner. We
support the right to be celibate, we support the right
to be monogamous, we support the right to sexually
involved with as many people as you may choose. We
support sexual openness in all it's forms but we oppose
the hypocrisy of public stands for one sexual standard
while living a different standard in private."
"So do you support gay rights?"
"I said we support openness. In my part of the country
not too many years ago, sexual relations between blacks
and whites was illegal, yet few African Americans do
not have some European genes. Just as public taboos on
interracial sex have been discredited, so must
similarly ignored taboos about gender. I would suggest
that it is not just the religious right that stifles
sexual openness in this area, it is also the sexual-
political left that does the same. Back in the 1950's
Kinsey found that about 25% of males had had sex with a
male in their adulthood, yet most studies today find
less than 7% of men identify themselves as gay or bi-
sexual.
"Why is that? I would suggest that by the gay political
community's insistence on labeling, the majority of men
who on occasion have sex with other men are driven
further underground. The FFF would suggest that by
letting people just be people with out sexual labels.
For instance, a number of my male friends, who would
never associate with the gay movement, will, in certain
settings, enjoy having sexual contact with other men.
It is the labeling by both the left and right that
dives sex underground."
"Would you be one of those men?" the reporter asked
"We are committed to diversity. We do not exclude any
race of people from our sexual world and similarly I
would not be breaking confidence by saying everyone I
know involved with the FFF is open to enjoying either
gender on occasion."
The next question went back to art style and so Cooper
sat down. It was the very last question that again
involved someone other than the artists. A reporter
asked "I would like to asked Mrs. Campbell a question"
Amy, who was the moderator agreed. "Mrs. Campbell, as a
woman and a mother, first I'd like to know how your
feel about these ideas of openness and second I would
be interested in knowing how it makes you feel to have
such an explicit painting of you in such a public
place"
Bonnie, though she had been a high school teacher, and
had taught classes in church for years, was totally
unused to speaking in a professional setting. She sat
frozen until Cooper pushed her slightly. She almost
stumbled over to the table. Using one hand to brace
herself she stalled "Can you repeat your question?"
After he did, with a dry mouth she began "As a woman
and mother?" she continued to stall "I should say that
I'm not just a woman and a mother, but a Southern woman
and mother. I live in a modern Mayberry where a middle-
class morality is enforced by an aristocracy who do not
feel themselves obligated to obey. So in my world
sexual repression is just a tool of the old biddies to
control everyone else. So, what do I think of the idea
of sexual openness? As a woman it brings about more
equality of in both social class and gender.
"As a mother it is simply advocating to others what we
Cooper and I have practiced in our home and recommended
to our friends. Nudity and sex has never been an issue
in our home. Because we have always treated sex like a
normal part of life our seventeen year old daughter
doesn't have to hide the fact she is as well. Because I
myself am sexually active I can lead by example when it
comes to demanding respect from those with whom I am
sexually involved as well as in safer sex practices. Is
that what you wanted to know?"
"Yes, but what about the explicit painting?"
"As far as the painting goes, it is beautiful. Why
should I be anything but thrilled? That painting will
be viewed and appreciated for generations."
With that the press conference was over. Bonnie asked
Cooper anxiously, "How'd I do?"
"You were great. You couldn't have done better."
Amy came over as he spoke and agreed "You were
fantastic, both of you. I wish I could thank you more,
but now I've got to get ready for the big show
tonight." She leaned forward and gave each of them
quick, but open mouth kisses. Then before she left, she
said "It will be crazy tonight so if I don't see you
then, I want you to come to the after show party in the
Hospitality Sweet at the Warwick. We'll all get drunk
and naked, for artistic reasons of course. It's suite
3106" She smiled a wicked smile and was off.
"So are you two ready for a great New York dinner on
the Daily News" Claudia McPherson asked from behind
them.
Though he really didn't much like this woman, he was
hungry. "Lead on, the tourist will follow."
With a jolly air she said, "You're not a tourist, your
on business and that makes you one of the people who
make this city go."
Bonnie racing to keep up as Claudia headed out the door
"Where are we going?"
Hailing a cab she said "Now if you'll promise me a
great interview, I'll take you to the Blue Hill, my
favorite place in town, but we've got to hurry our
reservations are for 5:15"
"We promise" Bonnie said as Claudia pushed them into a
cab.
She wasn't kidding, the meal was amazing. So she and
Cooper tried to make it worth her while. For a long
time Claudia took notes as Cooper discussed the FFF's
philosophy or political freedom is impossible without
sexual freedom then continuing on to their central
premise that the continued censuring of public sexual
expression is a violation of basic human freedoms.
"So" Claudia asked "the FFF would say that if a couple
wanted to get naked and have sex in central park they
should be allowed to do so?"
"Absolutely, the state has no vested interest in
telling them to stop."
"What about in this restaurant?" she asked.
"The state has a vested interest in public health and
we would not oppose the laws requiring full clothing
where it already deemed necessary for hygiene, such as
restaurants. As a general rule, the FFF would say that
the state has no right to prohibit nudity or sex in
most public outdoor settings."
"So you link public sex to free speech?"
"Yes, the courts have long supported the concept that
clothing is speech, as is non verbal communication,
such as mime. We just suggest the two should be
linked."
As they were finishing dinner Claudia moved to Bonnie
and Cooper's personal life. Starting by quoting Bonnie
from the press conference she said "Bonnie, you said
that you are sexually active and said you demand
respect from those with whom you are sexually involved.
Does that mean you are sexually involved with people
other than your husband?"
The sudden shift of focus took Bonnie off guard;
however, she was ready for the question. "Claudia, from
the research I've done, there are very few healthy
women of my age who have been monogamous since their
first marriage. I think it is less than 15%. So the
fact I am not monogamous, makes me in the vast majority
of women. I'm sure your experience, like mine with my
friends, would support that contention.
"What is unusual is that I will sit in front of you and
my husband and freely admit that I have had a good many
sexual playmates. Now I don't have a lover as such.
Cooper doesn't object that I have adult fun with other
people, but he has asked that I not have a lover as
such. We discussed and agreed to the conditions of our
open marriage a good two years before I first acted on
that agreement, so I abide by that restriction as
firmly as I did monogamy for all the years we had an
excusive marriage."
Claudia busily wrote notes long after Bonnie finished.
Then she looked at Cooper, "She seems to indicate that
she initiated the practice of open marriage. So you
were monogamous after she was not."
Cooper simply said "Yes" but Bonnie elaborated "It was
over a year after I became sexually active that he
first had sex with another woman, and even then I was
there encouraging him or he might not have."
"That's seems unusual, I would have guessed it would
have been the man pushing for open marriage" Claudia
said almost to herself.
This annoyed Bonnie and she, with some irritation
launched into Claudia "I would suggest you have been
listening to the radical feminist who thinks all men
are sex maniacs and all wives are oppressed. I live in
the most conservative part of the country and I can
tell you with some certainty that the married women
today are at least as sexually active as the men, if
not more so. So I think maybe you should do some
research and write a story on that"
Claudia backtracked and said, "I guess I need to
rethink some things. I didn't mean to offend you. Let
me ask this to make sure I have it right. You two have
an open marriage, but it is Bonnie who most often has
other sexual partners?"
Bonnie agreed that was correct.
"Is the FFF also in favor of open marriage?"
Cooper answered "The FFF does not have a position at
all on that subject. What the FFF favors is openness to
practice what ever type of union two people might
choose to have."
"two or more people," Bonnie added.
"Yes, or more." Cooper agreed "You might not know it
but among young people there is a trend to group
dating, where a group of kids go out together rather
than in pairs like we did as kids." Bonnie took over
"And in that group they are sexually active with each
other on a fluid basis. A girl might be with one guy
one time and another guy or girl the next night, but
they don't consider themselves loose because they keep
it within the group."
"Is that what your daughter does?"
Bonnie said, "I've said all I'm going to say
specifically about her. I won't violate her privacy by
telling you more with out her permission."
Claudia answered, "I understand that."
"But I will say in general terms, that among the teens
I know there are far fewer hard and fast couples than
there were when I was their age. In fact I can't think
of any of Misty's friends who have a long term
monogamous relationship."
"This might be a story in itself. I will do some work
on the new sexual attitudes of teens," Claudia said.
"Be sure to remember that not all teens are city kids,
or even suburban. Rural America is alive and well, even
if you New York folks don't know it."
After dinner Claudia dropped them off at their hotel,
they had less than an hour to change into their formal
clothes and get back to the gallery. Cooper had a black
tux and Bonnie was a designer knock-off she had found
on the net. It was an ankle length gold chiffon halter
neck gown with thigh high slits up the outside of both
legs. It was made of many layers of gossamer, almost
weightless silk and it flowed over her body like a
waterfall.
The neck's halter style was low cut and two sides that
covered her breasts did not connect until low on her
waist so that the sides of her breast were visible. As
she moved the motion of the many layers made her appear
to fly through space. She would have to be careful
however, because if she moved two quickly her breasts
might free themselves of their covering entirely.
Cooper found it extremely sexy and wasted no time in
putting his hands under the fabric to ascertain that
she wore nothing at all underneath. It they hadn't been
pressed for time they would have had a quickie before
they left but as it was they didn't walk out of the
room until the time they planned on being at the
gallery. As the cab pulled up it was clear this was a
very different kind of event. There must have been two
dozen or more press, all with cameras, in front of the
gallery.
These were not art reporters but rather the infamous
paparazzi waiting for stars. It was unnerving when the
cab stopped and before they opened the door it was
surrounded by peering faces. However, nearly all backed
off once they saw that Bonnie and Cooper were no one of
interest. The disappointed cadre of photographers made
way for the nobody's and they presented their tickets
and went inside.
Once inside the gallery, Bonnie was glad she had spent
the money for the dress, the women were fabulously
dressed and no matter their age beautiful and sexy.
This group was at the gallery for clearly different
reasons than the first. There were few people looking
carefully at the art and most stood around preening and
talking. Though Cooper was not a People Magazine type
and didn't recognize many of the stars, it was not hard
to tell who were the VIP's; they were they were the
best dressed and had an entourage in tow.
Compared with the dozens of photographers outside,
inside Cooper only found one photographer, but he was
busily shooting photos of just about everyone, even
Cooper and Bonnie, though he clearly took more interest
and more photos of Bonnie.
He saw Dr. McKinnon from the FFF board in an animated
discussion with a group of well dressed, apparently
socialites. She saw him, smiled and waved before
launching back into her discussion with those around
her.
He did notice a short older man taking a great deal of
time looking at the art and it wasn't until he began to
talk to him he recognized Woody Allen's voice. It was
not so hard to recognize Parris Hilton wearing a nearly
transparent dress. Bonnie recognized a couple of famous
models and a couple of musicians, but the highlight of
the evening was meeting Angelina Jolie whom both Cooper
and Bonnie thought was the most beautiful woman alive.
They'd been there for an hour or so and were beginning
to get board when they saw Amy talking in her animated
style, not far from their painting, to a couple of
people were facing away from them. Amy, seeing them
waved them over and said "Cooper, your just in time,
Ms. Jolie was asking about the FFF.
Cooper almost fell over himself, she was stunningly
beautiful and he felt completely unnerved and began to
stammer. Amy rescued him by saying "This is Cooper and
Bonnie Campbell, they were the models for the painting
over there" she gestured to the painting of them, "and
Cooper wrote most of what you have read about the FFF.
The beautiful star put out her hand and said "Call me
Angelina. The painting is absolutely wonderful, I will
most certainly put in a bid for it."
She went on to ask about the FFF and Cooper was
delivered from having to really talk because he just
repeated the spiel he had now given a dozen times. Even
still he quickly excused himself as soon as he'd
answered her questions. Bonnie, as usual, was more
confident in social situations and she stayed and
discussed the art for quite a while longer.
Cooper, as he waited for Bonnie watched people's
reaction to the live art piece. Most, he saw, did not
see it for what it was and simply walked by. Perhaps
one in four stopped short when they realized at what
they were looking. Naturally when one person in a group
saw it, they alerted the others who then were equally
as shocked. Though shock was the initial reaction of
nearly everyone, few appeared offended by the live art,
and most appeared, to Cooper, to be sympathetic to the
piece.
He again ran into Dr. McKinnon after she finished a
discussion with a reporter. Sliding over to her he
asked "What you think of all this Denise?" she smiled.
By the time he and Bonnie left to go to the after show
party, they had seen dozens of faces they recognized
from the media, but with out a doubt the highlight was
talking to Angelina Jolie. The most important talk
however was with Andrea Canning of ABC news for use on
Good Morning America. As had been arranged by the
publicist, ABC had exclusive rights to bring a video
crew in during the last thirty minutes of the show.
While they were there they did brief on camera
interviews with each of the artist and at Amy's
insistence did an interview with Cooper about the FFF.
All the interviews were done right in front of their
big painting. According the man with the video camera,
it was big enough that they could include just a part
of it in the frame so as not need any digital blurring
to get it on the air. His interview was short, perhaps
five minutes. Cooper was told that it edited down to a
minute or two and would be held as a filler piece on a
slow news day sometime in the next few weeks.
The party was in the main room of the suite that Amy
and the other artists had shared for the past few
weeks. It had been rented by one of the patrons that
had made the exhibit possible. At the end of one of the
hotel's wings the common room was fabulous, with
several sitting areas, a wet bar, and a baby grand
piano. The regular rooms on either side had adjoining
doors to make the group of rooms the size of a house.
The main room at the height of the party had a dozen
and a half people and did not begin to seem crowed. Amy
arrived not long after Cooper and Bonnie. She was very
visibly relived and after a couple of glasses of white
wine was positively mellow. Sunk down in the deep
comfort of one of the large couches she said, "I really
don't think that could have gone better. When the
gallery suggested a publicist I thought they were
crazy, especially when I found out how much it would
cost, but now I realize why."
"I must say, I'm no big celebrity follower, but I was
impressed by all the people I recognized," Bonnie
agreed.
Amy continued "And those celebrities not only got out
the press but drove up the bids for my paintings. We
should be in at least a half dozen national magazines
and on ABC. If we can't get the FFF going with that
kind of publicity, nothing will."
Cooper said, "I must admit, I was not expecting to give
interviews like that. It was a little unnerving."
"You did great," Amy said. "My guess is that we will
need some help handling all the responses and inquires
we get."
Bonnie, with out planning to do so volunteered, "You
know I'm not working, I'd be glad to help."
"As executive director of the FFF, I accept your offer
and name you the correspondence secretary for the FFF"
Amy said "I'll email you the password to the FFF
account and you and Cooper can work up a way to handled
the responses."
The reporter for the Village Voice, accompanied by
another young man came over and sat in a love seat.
They were both good looking and immaculately groomed:
obviously gay. In fact as Bonnie looked around she
realized she counted thirteen men in the room and only
five women, including herself. And of those men, there
were three obviously gay male couples, one lesbian
couple and one unattached man in quasi-drag. Then she
thought about it; she was an art party in New York,
what else should she expect.
Amy introduced the reporter and his friend; "This is
John Russell and his partner Mitchell Markelburg. You
already met John, but I don't think you've met
Mitchell. He was instrumental in us securing the
Foundation money to put on the show. None of this would
have happened with out him"
Modestly he replied "I would hope not. I would like to
think others would have stepped in if I hadn't. You and
your friends are the real pioneers, pushing forward a
progressive agenda that has been moribund since the
80's." Then he stepped up and offered his hand to
Bonnie then Cooper. "John told me what you both had to
say at the press conference: I thought it was great."
It was obvious to Cooper this was a man who was used to
being in charge. "And what do you do when your not
promoting erotic art?" he asked Mitchell.
"Ah, I'm just another Wall Street suit."
Amy corrected "No, not just another suit, the brightest
young star in the city. Why do you think he had the
clout to get those foundations to fund us."
"Let's just say I have a talent for the market. I was
interested Cooper, about your groups position on gay
rights. It seems you evaded the issue at the press
conference."
"I did so intentionally. For the same reason Amy did
not show her paintings of men with men or women with
women in the exhibit. If I had answered the question
directly the FFF would inevitably be seen as just
anther gay rights group. I'm sure it's no different
than in your business, if you target a certain sector
of the market that doesn't mean you aren't' bullish on
other sectors, its just not what your doing at the
time."
"That makes sense but why the vague response to the
question regarding your experiences with men?"
"It is the same reason, it is that I don't want to
confuse the issue. And besides I told them we in the
FFF don't make a straight/gay dichotomy."
"You're still not answering the question"
"Certainly I am. Since I believe for most people sex is
a matter of being in the right place and in the right
mood rather than gender, I am saying the normal
experience is that healthy sexually active adults will,
at least on occasion, have sexual contact with both
genders. Thus when I I say that Bonnie and I are not
monogamous we are saying, by definition, that on
occasion we both have sex with our own gender on
occasion."
"Why all the words, why not just say your bisexual?"
"You're not getting it, we reject those labels
entirely. We believe nearly all people can be, using
your label bisexual, unless pressured to be otherwise.
I would suggest that we should adopt the label
unisexual to describe those who are unable to respond
sexually to both genders. So I will say I am not
unisexual. Does that answer your question?"
Mitchell just leaned back and smiled, then as casually
as could be pulled a bag of pot from his pocket and
some rolling papers. Cooper and Bonnie tried not to
show surprise. After all they were with a very
different group here. Cooper hadn't even see a joint
since he was in college, and even then he didn't
partake. Similarly Bonnie hadn't seen one is just as
long, though she did partake at the time, but that had
been a long time ago, long before they were parents of
two teenagers.
Both Bonnie and Cooper became very uncomfortable. Both
were ready and waiting for the other to suggest they
leave. Neither was ready though, to initiate a retreat
and so they stayed as the pot and booze worked its way
until the group was largely talking nonsense and
laughing a lot. Though generally an abstainer Bonnie
downed a few glasses of wine and was laughing with the
rest. Cooper however, was and had always been a tea-
totaler and stuck to sodas as the room filled with
giddy laughs and sexual innuendos.
Denise McKinnon arrived last with a good looking middle
aged man Cooper had seen her talking with at the
opening. Sitting on the arm of a couch she told Amy,
"Sorry we're late, Pete here, wanted me to meet some of
his friends. It seems someone actually did read my book
and even more amazing I'm not universally despised in
the feminist community."
The man behind her reached out a hand to Amy and said,
"Hugh Goldsmith, of Rolling Stone Magazine. Your art is
a breath of fresh air, I'm thrilled to meet you. This
show will be the talk of the town by Monday. How long
do you plan on running?"
"We have the gallery for two more weeks. Some of the
pieces will be auctioned next Friday but we have
another dozen pieces to show, including another with of
Denise here."
He stepped forward and put an arm around her "She
didn't tell me until we'd left the gallery that one of
the paintings on display was of her. She really
practices what she preaches in her book doesn't she?"
"She the real deal all right" Amy agreed
"I suggest you schedule some more evening showings,
from what I heard from my colleagues, you will most
defiantly get some good reviews."
"That's a relief; I really didn't know what kind of
reaction I'd get."
While they continued to talk, Cooper slipped off to the
restroom, he returned to find Denise and her friend had
gone again but Jim Peterson was now saddled up next to
Bonnie, whispering in her ear. Cooper went to get a
glass of Coke from the wet bar and when he looked back,
Jim had one hand under the straps of the low cut dress
massaging her breast. Cooper grabbed a bar stool. Near
the piano, an impossibly good looking young man played
show tunes. Nearby another god like male danced slowly
to the music, a joint hanging from his lips as he
slowly undressed to "Those were the Days".
Though Cooper didn't remember being particularly
sexually attracted to men, but watching this man slowly
remove each piece of clothing until he danced nude
stroking his erect penis captivated him, and turned him
on. He reached to move his nearly fully erect penis to
a more comfortable position in his pants. "Hot isn't
it?" Mitchell's voice said from the wet bar behind him.
"Yea, he is."
The god-man was now dancing close with his equally nude
date, an older and less attractive man.
"The nice thing about being rich and queer in New York
is the best boy toys in the world live here."
Mitchell took a seat next to Cooper and they watched
the two men dance and kiss hard before the older man
dropped to his knees and began to caress the younger
man's genitals.
"Looks good doesn't it," Mitchell said.
Cooper said nothing but inwardly wished it was his
taking that penis in his mouth.
"Do you like to suck cock?" Mitchell asked.
"Yes. On occasion, I do," Cooper answer with out
looking away from the show in front of him.
"I can see your wife does too" Mitchell said as he
looked over to his right.
Cooper swiveled his head to where his wife sat. Though
he could not get a clear view, he could see his wife
bent double, her face down in Jim's lap. She was most
defiantly giving him head.
With out any warning, Mitchell unzipped his pants and
pulled a good sized, erect penis into the open "So, do
you want to blow me?"
Though surprised at the forthright offer, Cooper slid
off his stool and stood in front of Mitchell, wrapping
his hand around the warm shaft. "But what about John,
aren't you two a couple?" Mitchell said, "Yes, but we
are no more monogamous than you and your wife are."
Cooper was not prepared for what happened next, though
he made no effort at stopping it. Mitchell leaned
forward and kissed Cooper, pushing his tongue between
Coopers unsuspecting lips. Though a jolt of revulsion
knotted his stomach, he responded and offered his
tongue to Mitchell.
Though he grew more aroused by the kiss, the sick
feeling in his stomach was growing fast. To stave off
some embarrassing unpleasantness he broke the kiss and,
squatted down and stuffed the firm organ in his mouth.
It had been since the party at the LeMarco's that he
had tasted a man and with abandon he went to work on
the penis shaft and head. The taste of the salty musk
of the shaft and feel the rubbery bulbous head washed
away the sick feeling in his stomach and replaced it
with the burning desire to taste this man's semen.
Holding the silken sack in one hand and griping the
firm tube with the other Cooper focused all his being
on the smells, taste and sounds of his pleasuring this
man. He had lost all sense of time as he pressed his
lips tight moving up and down, face fucking.
He relished the exquisite taste of the first drops of
pre-cum on his taste buds and redoubled the pace of his
work. Then with a groan from Mitchell he felt the sack
tighten and soon the stream of sex filled his mouth. If
Mitchell hadn't pushed him back he would have gone for
a second load as soon as he swallowed the first.
"You really are into sucking cock aren't' you?" John
said standing next to Mitchell as he looked up. "Why
don't the three of us move to one of the beds and get
more comfortable before we continue." With out waiting
for a reply Mitchell and John moved toward an open door
at the end of the room.
Cooper looked around. The older man who had been
sucking cock was now bent over the back of the couch
that he had last seen his wife blowing Jim Peterson.
"Where did my wife go?" Cooper inquired as he followed.
Mitchell said, "Oh, she, Amy and Jim went to the other
bedroom a good ten minutes ago."
Later, back in their hotel room Cooper told his wife
about his first all male sexual experience "It was, to
say the least, intense."
"What did you guys do?" Bonnie asked as she carefully
hung her dress up.
"I'll put it this way, I had one of them up my ass for
at leas a solid hour, when one would pull out the other
would start. I've never been fucked so long that it
didn't feel tight any longer, well tonight it got that
way."
"So you got fucked, and I saw you blowing Mitchell
before I went into the other room with Amy and Jim. Did
you blow John too."
"Oh yea, a lot of the time one was fucking me, the
other put his dick in my face to suck."
"Did you like that?" she asked while cleaning the
makeup from her face.
Cooper, who was now as naked as his wife, lay back on
the bed "When they had worked up a good rhythm where
the one behind and the one in front thrust at the same
time it worked good. I found, with an average sized
dick I can usually take the whole thing in my mouth
with out gagging, since neither of them were real big
it was cool when one would fuck me hard pushing the one
in my mouth deeper."
She smiled, "Yea, I know what you mean, I like that
too. They did use condoms, right?"
"Yea, when they fucked me they used lubed ones, it felt
good. But I sucked them raw."
"Cooper!" Bonnie said with irritation. "You can still
catch things from oral sex. I know you, I'm sure you
swallowed."
Cooper blushed and nodded, "I did." Just thinking about
feeling each load explode in his mouth brought his dick
up to half mast. She finished her face and turned to
her husband, noticing the growing hard on she crawled
over to him on the king sized bed, "You like sucking
cock don't you?"
He nodded. She said "So do I" and leaned down to kiss
him deeply. She could taste the semen in his mouth and
he in turn tasted semen in hers as well.
He pushed her away, "Hey, your raging me about letting
them cum in my mouth, but I can taste cum in your mouth
as well!"
She sat back with a Cheshire grin. "I guess we both
like cum." He pulled her back to him and pressed his
tongue back into her mouth. They made slow love for the
next hour as they told the details of what they had
done in their separate rooms.
Contrary to Amy's prediction Dane was not inundated
with local press upon his return home. It seems events
in the Middle-East took a dramatic turn the day of the
exhibit's opening and since the media seems to only
follow one story at a time Cooper's moment came and
went. Over the month of June Cooper did do five
interviews, all national publications. It was a relief
to both Cooper and Bonnie that the show and the
national dialogue that the show had begun had not yet
seemed to find it's way to their little town. They
supported the cause, but they were glad it had not yet
shifted from an intellectual pursuit to an hysterically
emotional one.
That would not come until winter.
***
Fortunately for Amy and the FFF, the shift in front
page news did not seem to affect the arts community.
Inquiries and donations flowed into the new foundation.
Amy took Bonnie up on her offer to help with the
clerical duties; processing and forwarding email,
recording and depositing donations, sending out
literature, etc. At the next board meeting two weeks
after the show Bonnie became the first employee of the
FFF: Office Administrator, part time. The board was not
yet ready to set up a permanent office but with over
$50,000 in proceeds from auctioning a dozen of the art
works in New York and requests from gallery's from
Chicago, San Francisco and London to do the exhibit in
their cites it was clear the foundation was on it's
way.
A committee was assigned to find suitable space for a
corporate office and Amy agreed to discuss taking a
sabbatical from the University of South Carolina to
spend a year full time with the FFF. Although she was
wrong about Cooper being assailed by local news
outlets, she was right about the political backlash
against her and the University of South Carolina. There
had been more that a few calls that she be fired for
making "pornographic" paintings, but the University was
standing by her: so far.
The Campbell's study was converted into the FFF office.
Though technically a part time job, Bonnie threw
herself into the work and then dragged Trisha and
Sherry in to help her. Every week in the month of July
a national publication produced a story on the art
show, the FFF or the issues it raised. In addition to
the New York newspapers they were written up in, The
Rolling Stone, The New Yorker, Esquire, Playboy, GQ,
Cosmopolitan and even Time Magazine did a short piece.
Each time an article came out, they received more
inquiries.
Even though the FFF began to take up more and more time
for Bonnie, a girl's trip to Miami was instigated in
mid July, by Marcy approaching Bonnie with the idea.
Actually it was instigated by Sarah pestering her
mother to talk to Bonnie. It was after their second day
of tanning at the Campbell's pool. Sarah, who had by
then announced to her family she was a nudist and
forswore clothes at the house. She initially had
bullied her mom into abandoning clothes when it was
just them at home but by the end of July Marcy also
spent nearly all the time at home naked, and enjoying
it, though it would take later events to bring her dad,
Mike, around. Sarah practically blackmailed her dad
into putting up a privacy fence by telling him she
didn't care that some of the boy's in the neighborhood
had been spying on she and her mom laying out naked by
the hot tub.
Unlike Misty's whole group of "open to anything"
friends, Sarah found only one friend, Katie, willing to
lay out a' natural on the back deck and that was only
occasionally due to her boyfriend, Kevin. Kevin was
extremely controlling and demanding of her time. It was
only when football practice stared in late June did
Katie get to start spending time with Sarah again.
Katie was ready to break it off with Kevin, but didn't
know what to do.
Through June and July, Sarah was at the Campbell home
so much she had become a rather a fixture, almost a
second daughter. This is not to say that that her
mother Marcy didn't come, for she continued with the
regular tanning group but also on other days she would
stay when dropping off Sarah. Sarah applied her new
commitment to nudism at the Campbell's. When Sarah told
Bonnie she was now a nudist, she quite naturally
supported her.
But when one day when it began to rain and they all
came indoors and Sarah sat in the family room watching
TV in the family room, Bonnie felt hypocritical
covering herself. So by the end of June Marcy dropped
off Sarah at their house she went naked from literally
the moment she stepped in the door, until opening the
door to leave. Thus one day Bonnie realized she had
gone three days with out putting on any more than a sun
hat.
It was she, combined with the differing mixes of Euro
Club members, their boyfriends, Lamar & Byron and their
adult friends, all coming over to sunbath at their home
in the buff that pushed the Campbell family into
becoming effective nudist. Prior to that summer, the
only place the Campbell's were regularly unclothed was
the pool, with only occasional nudity indoors. It was
Sarah who had moved the nakedness from the pool to the
entire house.
At the same time a variety of teens, that she only
vaguely knew came to the house. She now hardly thought
of herself or the others as being naked. It was only
when a newcomer stood bug eyed did she think of it. She
also found herself playing the role of the oracle of
relationships and sex. Rarely a day at the pool went by
when she didn't sit on her chase and listen to some
girl's problems. So it was no surprise when Sarah
brought Katie to the house in early July.
At first she thought she was going to have to call
Marcy to come get the girls; however, that did not
happen. Though Sarah didn't even bring a suit, Katie
stayed in her one-piece suite for several hours while
they swam and sunned, finally with some coxing from
Sarah she sat next to Bonnie and began to talk. For an
hour she told Bonnie how "for weeks I increasingly she
felt that, to Kevin, I am nothing but somewhere to put
his thing."
Sympathetically Bonnie said "Oh, doesn't' sound like
much of a relationship.
"Since that party over the 4th of July weekend" Katie
said, "He doesn't want to talk on the phone and we
haven't been on a date. I know football practice takes
up his time but the only times I've even seen him he
comes to my house just long enough for him to do his
thing, and leaves. You know I live with my mom and
older sister, and they both work a lot, so no one sees
what he is doing."
Katie was somewhat of an introvert and made little
effort to make her self sexy. She could have been very
pretty, but was more committed to her literature and
poetry than popularity. Sarah had been surprised when
she first went out with Kevin in February. But soon it
became obvious to her, that her friend, who had been a
virgin when she started dating Kevin, was simply an
object of convenience to him. Beneath her stogy clothes
she was a slim hipped, 32 DD, and Katie knew full well
that is what attracted Kevin.
Of course, Katie wouldn't hear it, she had to see it
herself. Now she did. Their break up the week before
had been messy with him calling her a whore and Kevin
spreading the story of Katie blowing half the football
team at the party kicking off the new football season.
Kevin's was saying she had been a gift to the new
varsity players. The worst part was that when Sarah
asked Katie about the rumor, she said it was true. That
is why she brought her to talk to Ms. C.
"No, I wasn't raped, or even drunk. I was lied to."
Katie said in a monotone voice "The party was at that
huge house of Quint 's. After about an hour, Kevin
takes me to an empty bedroom and I think he just wants
to do it. He does me at every party we go to, it makes
him feel like a stud to do me and then tell his friends
what we just did in the other room. Once we get in
there are three guys I know, who have joined the
varsity team: Steve Richter, Josh Lackey, and Drew
Gilstrap. Kevin told me that it was a tradition to for
the returning Varsity players to introduce the new
players into manhood.
"I asked him what that meant. He said I, as his
girlfriend, was to blow these three guys, but he wanted
me to take my top off and show them my boobs first. He
assured me that cheerleaders were actually fucking the
guys in the other room but since I wasn't a cheerleader
I only had to blow them. When I said I didn't want to,
he told me that he would be humiliated if his girl were
the only one not participating. Then he said that this
is how I can show team sprit would gain the respect of
everyone."
Sarah, sitting on the foot of Ms. C's Chase lounge
snorted "And you believed that?"
"I believed Kevin. And I had seen for myself at the
party after the sports award banquet last spring some
thing similar when a few of the cheerleaders did every
guy who was graduating from the varsity team who did
not have a date. I didn't actually see them have sex
with those guys but I saw them go in a room and come
out telling their buddies what positions they had done
it in. So it wasn't too much of a stretch to believe
his story. And to be honest, his friends are constantly
talking about how their girls give head and he only
talks about my big boobs, so I wanted to see how I
would do. And besides, I've had a thing for both Steve
Richter and Josh since we were in elementary school."
"So you sucked them off?" Sarah said accusingly.
Bonnie rebuked her. "Let her talk."
"Yea I did, and that was just the beginning. They all
loved my boobs and that made me fell sexy. I really had
a good time and so I did all three of them twice. It
was like half way through that I decided that I really
did like giving head. I like to listen as I controlled
their arousal and decided how long to go before I made
them cum. Then to hold their dick and balls and feel
them cum, it was such a turn-on. It wasn't until the
Steve came a second time I realized there were more
guys in the room."
"Did you swallow?" Sarah asked.
"What else was I supposed to do? Then for, well I don't
know how long, I did dick after dick. Sometimes I'd
already swallowed the guy's jizz when I looked up to
see who it was. The whole time I was listening to all
the compliments about my talent for giving head, it
kept me going until I think I did about a dozen
different guys. I was so tired. It was, for sure, the
longest I'd ever gone doing something sexually."
Katie paused and looked at Bonnie "I hope you don't
think I'm a slut but I really enjoyed that part, if
they had wanted to have sex with me I would not have
stopped them. Actually I think they would have, but
when Kevin caught guys playing with my tits or reaching
under my skirt he threatened to beat the crap out of
them. When I got up to hug Kevin I was sure he was
going to be beaming with pride because I had shown so
much team sprit. I know I some of the semen was in my
hair and on my shirt because sometimes I just couldn't
take it as fast as it was coming. But he wouldn't hug
me, he wouldn't even smile at me. That was my first
hint that something was wrong, he just gave me this
cold look."
Bonnie laughed "That wouldn't be Cooper. He would have
stuck his tongue down my throat and fucked me right
there as he licked the goo from my face."
"Well, Kevin didn't kiss me but he did fuck me. It's
like he didn't want to see my face, he made me bend
over the bed, I was wearing a mini skirt, and he
roughly pushed it up and pulled down my panties and
fucked me hard in front of the room full of guys.
I mean real hard, so hard it hurt. It took just a
couple of minutes for him to cum then he zipped it up
and he left the room. And it that was the real end of
our relationship." Katie was now crying Sarah moved
over and held her close.
Bonnie said, "You know why he got mad?"
"No. I did exactly what he said."
"He got mad because you liked it. This whole thing was
to prove you would do anything for him in front of his
friends. But when you liked it, he lost that control."
Bonnie explained slowly "When the guys would try to
feel you off, did they get very far?"
"Well Kevin had made me take off my bra before we got
there, so a couple got a handful of my tits and one guy
got had two fingers up me while Kevin went out to take
a piss."
"Did you try to stop them?"
"No way, it was so much hotter than anything I've done
with Kevin."
"See, that is why it killed your relationship with him.
You were breaking the rules by being in charge of your
own body. In his mind you belonged to him."
Katie sat sadly for a few minutes. "Yea, I guess he
did. He knew I was a virgin when we first went out and
in just a few weeks it was like ether I let him do it
or I get dumped"
Sarah with exasperation said, "But I told you then to
dump him."
"Yea, I know, but wanted him to like me and I really
thought by letting him do it he would."
Bonnie sadly said "It's a hard lesson we girls seem to
have to learn over and over. No guy will ever love us
for letting him treat you like property."
Sarah sat for a long time then stood up "Well that is
the last time any guy is going to think he owns me."
and pulled the top of her suit down to her waist,
freeing her very full bust, then pulled it down over
her hips and threw it at Sarah. Their play became more
and more sexual. When Bonnie went in to make dinner she
looked though the window to see Katie's legs wrapped
around Sarah's head. She knew Sarah wouldn't be sixteen
for a week or two so she pretended that she hadn't
seen.
The next day Sarah's mom called Katie's mom and asked
if she could go with them to Florida the first week of
August.
As the summer went on, Misty had proved quite the
entrepreneur. She had found out the true ownership of
"her" website and sent a few photos of she and her mom,
topless at the hotel pool. After several weeks of
negotiations, she had gotten Mr. Kyle to agree to a
price of $3,000 for a set of fifty photos. She was
surprised how many people she knew evidently had joined
the site because they emailed her when the new photos
were posted. She wasn't going to tell her mother, but
she needed to set up a bank account for the money and
she couldn't do that on her own until next spring when
she turned 18. So as she prepared to leave for the trip
she contemplated the value of more photos.
To be continued...
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