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In Search of the Final Freedom - 24
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)
***
Cooper goes to a party while Bonnie is out of town. His
playmate for the night was once his adolescent fantasy
girl. (MF, exh, oral, swingers, orgy)
***
Chapter TWENTY-FOUR
Cooper doodled on his legal pad. The December FFF board
meeting had been going on for two hours now and the
discussion of tedious details of accounting and
organization had worn him out. Amy's glowing report on
the fact Bonnie's job that has now morphed into one
primarily focused on traveling and speaking at various
locations on the FFF roused him out of his lethargy.
Though he had missed her as she had been gone every
weekend since mid-October; he knew that not only was
she doing a great job for the organization, she was
clearly loving her role as the representative of the
FFF.
"Since our last meeting," Amy said "Bonnie has
presented to a total of 12 different groups to a total
of 322 people, generating nearly one hundred new
memberships and $13,543 in donations and membership
dues. More importantly I have received literally dozens
of compliments of her work and most importantly she is
now booked to speak for us in eight states during the
first quarter of the new year."
He was not surprised when she proposed to re-title
Bonnie's position as "FFF "Public Relations Liaison,"
and hire Trisha to do the administrative work that was
not getting done while Bonnie had been traveling most
of her working days over the last month. This change
was also do to the fact that Amy was working on over a
year of back-log of paintings that had been
commissioned and was only going to be working part-time
for the FFF for a while. Amy had run the idea past her
the week before and so he was prepared for the motion
and had already told Amy he would reuse himself from
the board's meeting for this discussion.
"Cooper," Amy said. "Do you have anything to add on
this before you step out so we can discuss this?"
"I can say that I did go to a meeting in Atlanta where
she spoke two weeks ago. Though I trust none of you to
tell her I said so, I was impressed by her performance,
I didn't know she would be as dynamic and persuasive as
she was. In fact I was blown away, I really didn't know
that was in her." Cooper smiled "Of course I told her I
knew she could do it all along, but I really didn't."
The group laughed.
Amy added "And the Power Point presentation that Cooper
and Emma (Dr. Emma Sands of University of South
Carolina) put together has proved an excellent tool to
assist in these presentations. I want to thank both of
you for your good work on that project."
This had been intentionally saved as the last bit of
business, so with that Cooper waved good by to all and
exited the room and headed to his car. It was a
foregone conclusion that she would get the position,
the big question was on pay. Since leaving his job at
the architecture and shifting his free time from
seeking private architecture projects to the FFF their
income has dropped dramatically. He knew Amy was
proposing a salary based, not on the money she had
raised to date, but on what she would likely raise next
year, which was several times greater.
As he drove down the dark highway a pang of jealousy
surprised him. Bonnie, had always been in the
background, supporting him in his career and even at
church, but now with the FFF, she was the one up front
and he was the one working quietly in the shadows. He
knew such a feeling was not right and that he had seen
first hand how effective she was with the message of
the FFF.
Hard as it was to admit, he would not have been as
effective in bringing the listeners along, not just to
agree with what was being said, but to be willing to
act on it. He was, he knew, the academic and she was,
and had always been, the social person. So he would
have to be content helping her from his study while she
became the face and voice of the FFF.
Face, voice and body; he mused. The new visuals that
went with her presentation concluded with several
photos of Bonnie. The hundred or so images used in the
entire presentation had been drawn from many sources;
historical photos, ancient rock carvings to Egyptian
tomb paintings, art by great masters, and a number of
photos from the amazing Kinsey Collection (via Dr.
Sands who had earned her Ph.D. from the Kinsey
Institute).
Though the images would no doubt be shocking to some
audiences, it was put together to represent the ebb and
flow of history's approach to public sexuality and how
in America's cultural melting pot there have been many
competing interest; however, sexual expression has been
of the few area that have resisted nearly all attempts
to be freed from the strangle hold of the New England
puritan founders. The central point being that despite
the many cultural inputs, sex has been singled out as
the one area in which freedom and diversity of thought
and expression has not been allowed.
Cooper had seen Bonnie's upbeat and positive take on
the topic had kept the audience spellbound and her
sincerity was simply reinforced when an image taken
last month in Jim Peterson's studio filled the screen.
It was a beautiful nude portrait of Bonnie, and as she
continued her conclusion a further highly artistic
black and white image from that day in the studio (of
she and Cooper making love) was shown, then another; of
Bonnie and Trisha passionately kissing in the nude
remained longer as she asks "Why should images of
kindness and sharing be seen as pornographic when
images of hate and violence (photos of a KKK lynching,
a NAZI death camp and a terrorist bombing cross the
screen) are commonplace and found in school children's
text books?"
The final photo is brought up; another stylish black
and white of Bonnie riding a good looking young friend
of Amy's named Steve. They photo captured her pleasure
as she was apparently in the throws of orgasm.
The photo remained on the screen as Bonnie concluded
"We at the Final Freedom Foundation, believe it will
take courage and conviction of just one generation to
bring the joys and passions or human sexual pleasure
out of the shadows and into the light of day," The
photo morphed from the shadowy studio black and white
to a brilliant color photo of the same moment of climax
now set in a sun drenched meadow. The frame
progressively backs up until Bonnie is just a small
part of a busy public park filled with flowers and
people. Cooper knew the photo had been shot in the
studio, but Jim's digital placement in the park was
seamless and an impressive effect.
Bonnie's voice rose and she motioned to the photo on
the screen "Let us forever liberate future generations
from this last oppression. Stand with us, join with us
as we fight for this last human freedom. Don't stand on
the side lines, don't think someone else will stand in
your place. I ask you today to sign up and become a
member of the FFF."
With that the picture was replaced by the FFF logo and
web address and Bonnie handed out FFF membership
brochures.
She had done an impressive job the night Cooper had
seen her speak to a Libertarian group in Atlanta. He
could tell that a few people had been offended but most
heard and seemingly took to heart the message she was
presenting. Of the thirty some odd people present she
had collected nearly a dozen membership forms. Pretty
good work for a hour on a rainy Tuesday night in
November.
Driving home after the board meeting, the night was
moonless and he was on alert for deer to spring out
from the woods that lined the lonely state highway.
Only the occasional car coming his way broke the
monotony of the hour drive though rural Georgia that
was his daily commute. He didn't mind though, it was a
pretty drive and very relaxing.
His decision to leave the business world for the
academic world was most defiantly a good one. Though he
had a great deal to do in preparing his lectures for
all his classes, it was far less stressful than he had
become accustomed to in what he now viewed as his
previous life. His schedule was flexible as the only
real times he had to be on time were to the few classes
he taught, the weekly faculty meeting and his weekly
meeting with his graduate assistants. And best of all
he thoroughly enjoyed teaching. Bonnie might be the
face of the FFF but he certainly got his ego stroked by
standing in front of over a hundred students a week
passing on his knowledge and wisdom.
Most amazingly of all he would have a full month off
between fall and spring semesters. His last class would
be Friday and all he had to do between then and mid-
January was to grade about 50 architecture projects
(his GA's would grade the objective tests and average
the grades for him), and prepare for his 3 spring
classes. He chuckled to himself, maybe he would not be
quite as free and easy as all that.
Like he did from time to time he pondered whether all
the changes in their lifestyle would work out for him
and his family. In October he had the embarrassing task
of telling his son it was not OK to masturbate in the
presence of an unwilling partner, in this case his best
friend's mother, Trisha. The next week he comes home to
find his son in the family room, jacking off while
looking at a DVD of his sister and her friends at the
nude beach. Though he was more than a little
uncomfortable at this he felt the most he could do was
to asked if his sister had given permission to use her
photos in that way. When he said she didn't mind he
asked Lamar to take it to his bed room, or the game
room.
He had been uncomfortable a lot since summer when first
little (or not so little) Sarah Kelly first started
prancing around his house in the nude, followed by
Bonnie, Lamar, and Misty.
All of this was still taking Cooper some effort to
treat as normal.
He was also having to get used to Bonnie coming home
from speaking engagements with tales of the different
men and women with whom she had had sex while she was
gone. Though it did inevitably turn him on for her to
describe what she had done while they played, part of
him resented the fact she was having so much sex with
out him.
Now it wasn't that he wasn't getting all the sex he
could want, he and Bonnie were doing it more often than
they had in the years before they began opening their
sex to other people. On top of that he and Trisha had
spent the night several times in the last few months,
but he did not feel particularly deprived. Well, maybe
a little.
***
That Friday night, while Bonnie was in Wisconsin on a
speaking engagement, he had been invited to dinner at
Herb and Sherry's he'd been expecting it to be dinner
and sex with the two of them. He had never been to
Herb's place, though it was one of the county's
landmark homes. It had been in his family since it was
built in the 1870's, or more properly had been rebuilt
in 1872, as the original had been burned by Sherman's
troops. He drove up between the rows of huge oaks
bedecked with Spanish moss and parked on the circular
brick drive.
Sherry greeted him at the door, she was dressed to the
nine's with a red silk evening dress that was sexy but
not obvious, He was surprised when she ushered him into
the formal sitting room to find several others were
there too. Steven Black was sitting on a love seat with
an attractive blond and Magnolia LeCroix sat regally in
an antique overstuffed chair.
He knew Steven from the banking business. He had owned
a very successful local bank chain until he was bought
out by Wachovia for a small (or mid-sized) fortune
about a dozen years ago. More surprising he knew he had
been very involved in the political Christian
conservative movement and the local Republican party.
Mr. Black rose and Cooper took his hand "Steve, nice to
see you, I'd thought you had dropped off the face of
the earth." Cooper had taken his hand trying to
remember why he hadn't seen or heard from Steven for
something like seven or eight years. He'd suddenly
resigned from Rotary and his name had ceased to come up
in the local paper in issues important to the Christian
right.
"I've just been enjoying my retirement quietly,
spending a lot of time out on my boat." He said
quietly, and as if to change the subject he introduced
his companion "Cooper, this is Jennifer, she's very
special to me." She was strikingly attractive, perhaps
mid-thirties, fit and buxom with shoulder length sandy
blond hair. Her smile could stop a train and if she had
been introduced as his wife, she would have been called
the classic trophy wife for this bald man in his late
fifties: well kept, even handsome, but still old enough
to be her father. This pairing of a well know Christian
conservative (who Cooper remembered as being married)
and this trophy "companion," was certainly peculiar.
Sherry then began to introduce Magnolia , but there was
no one in the county that did not know Ms. LeCroix. She
was niece to the old bitty Margo (who of course was a
close ally of Steven's in his political work), but She
not Margo had inherited the bulk of the family land and
fortune when her father (Margo's brother) had passed
away leaving Magnolia his sole surviving child. She had
a brother but he had died in a hunting accident before
Cooper had been born.
Magnolia was about five years older than Copper and had
been the dream of every boy in his high school. She had
been first runner-up in the Miss Georgia contest in
1978 and home coming queen at University of Georgia in
1980. It was two months later the community was shocked
when her topless photo appeared in Playboy's girls of
the Southeastern Conference photo spread. She had her
photo in the same magazine that her aunt was crusading
to have banned from stores.
This blatant violation of southern propriety by the
very person who had been the pride of this rural county
caused a rift not only in the family but in the
community. Being the pride, joy and only surviving
child of her father (who also happened to be the
chairman of the local Democratic party), she made her
father have to choose between his child and the
conventional morality of the time. He chose the former
but not with out repercussions, This final defiance of
the newly empowered "Moral Majority," by the Democratic
Chairman was the straw that broke the century long
single party control of local politics. Though all
these events were a generation ago, in a rural
community memories are long.
Beyond this general knowledge and the fact that after
living in California through the 80's she had moved
back home to care for her father as he struggled and
died of lung cancer. A sacrifice that did not go
unnoticed by the local society women, and now she was
once again, at least partially, accepted into her
social role as the wealthiest woman in the county.
If he hadn't know she was 50ish, Cooper would never
have guessed her to be over 40 (if even that old). She
was still strikingly beautiful and Cooper's mind rushed
back to the hours he spent as a teenager fantasizing
and masturbating about the girl in the playboy photo
that had gone to his high school. Wearing a low cut red
dress those, oh so famous, breasts were on display for
his gaze. And amazingly her bubbly personality outshone
even her beauty as she proved to be articulate and
winsome.
After some of the usual dinner talk, football, the
weather the latest movies etc, Magnolia looked over at
Cooper and said "Sherry has told me a lot about your
non-profit, and I have read some of your work. It's
very provocative."
Cooper smiled "Provocative?"
"Yes, it gets people thinking and talking." She
answered his half question.
"Is that good?"
"I think so, isn't it your group's whole point, to
bring sex out of the closet and into the public area?"
"Yes, it is." Cooper felt, uncharacteristically, like
he was grasping for words. He wasn't sure why. In order
to give him time to get his thoughts together he asked.
"So how do you know Herb and Sherry?"
She flashed her beautiful teeth "Oh, I've known Sherry
since I lived in California. Her husband and my
boyfriend worked together." Then she looked over at
Sherry, that was a long time ago... it seems like a
different life."
Sherry continued her thought "Maggie was doing modeling
and some walk-on's for TV shows and movies."
Steven's girlfriend perked up "Oh, which ones?"
"Mostly I was a bikini extra. Love Boat, Riptide, Knots
Landing, and I was in most of the first two seasons of
Bay Watch. The truth is I was a big fish in a little
pond here in Georgia, but when I moved to the big pond
I was a very small fish indeed. And besides I'm just
not a very good actor, so mostly I just wore little
bikini's and laid or walked on the beach while the
actors did their lines."
Sherry added, "You did do a couple of movies though."
Magnolia or Maggie as she asked to be called laughed,
"That wasn't exactly acting. "I was a sacrificial
virgin in a movie called Blood Tide where all I did was
sit and look scared while my gown falls off. The truth
is I only got that part because the assistant director
was at a pool party where I decided I didn't need to
wear my bikini top. He liked my tits when he heard I'd
been in Playboy he told me to show up the next week for
my first acting job. I thought I was on my way. He got
me a second job in another equally forgettable film
called Bikini Bash where again my only real task was to
show off my boobs.
When the he asked me to do a third film, this one where
I would pretend to have sex before I got knifed, I
passed because I was sure I would get "legitimate,"
parts but the only follow-up offers were all
essentially soft-core porn I turned them down. I really
thought I was on my way to stardom, if I'd known that I
wouldn't have gotten any other jobs I would have taken
them all."
She looked over at Sherry "God knows I wasn't any
blushing virgin, was I?"
"No, we were all pretty wild," Sherry agreed and added,
"I've told Cooper a few of my tales."
"Few it right too. It would take a month to tell all
the ones I know," Magnolia agreed "So I did TV spots
until I was to the ripe old age of 30, and by that time
I was over the hill for a would-be starlet. I may not
have become a star, but looking back it was a great
time and besides I still get residuals checks every
month from those days." Cooper took it all in and was
very impressed. Of course he knew about Bikini Bash, he
and his friends has seen it a hundred times, until the
video tape had worn out at the spot where she was shown
topless for 20 seconds of heaven for he and his
friends. He thought it impolite to tell her he had
jacked off many-a-night thinking of her.
Maggie leaned over to Sherry and whispered something.
Sherry answer "No, I've told Herb and Cooper a lot, and
besides, being open is why we all got together."
"Well, OK." Maggie said as she leaned forward. "Now
it's hard to believe it, but when I was just getting
into the LA party scene Sherri here was already seen as
an older woman," Looking over at Sheri she said, "And
you're what? Seven or Eight years older than me?," Not
waiting for an answer she continued "But when for those
of us who got to LA in the late 70's, t hose people who
had been there for the hippie years were seen as
ancient." She paused "Damn, I never imagined people in
there 40's having sex, that seemed so old."
"Well, I guess I'd been in LA like for two weeks. I had
not gotten a single audition or even gotten an agent to
represent me and I was feeling I'd burned my bridges
back home and now was in a world I simple was not
prepared to handle. Going from the campus celeb to
being just one of thousands of girls who wanted that
big break into the movies was very painful. I was
totally alone. Though I'd been to hundreds of parties
in college, I had just turned 21 so I'd really not even
done clubbing until so I didn't know what to do. To
make matters worse, Tommy Smithson, my long time
boyfriend and I broke up over my move to California, so
I would have been down even if I had gotten a job right
off."
"It was summer so I went, by myself, out to Venice
Beach. I'd been too busy then to depressed to go until
the third week I was there. To be honest I must admit,
I looked good, real good, in a bikini. Even by Venice
Beach standards I was a stand out"
Sherry cut in "I'll vouch for that, she was the hottest
thing on the beach….. except for some of those body
builders," she added with a laugh.
"Well thanks Sherri, but I don't know about being the
hottest, but It didn't take long for me to be invited
to join a group of girls and guys throwing a Frisbee. I
was awful but a girl named Bridget asked if I wanted to
join she and her boyfriend at a party that night. I
almost didn't go but she seemed to understand how lost
I was, as she had only moved to LA from St. Louis a few
months before. I really needed to get out so I agreed.
Latter they picked me up at my little apartment and
took me to the biggest house I'd ever seen. Here in
Georgia, no matter how rich you are you don't show off
your money like they do in LA.
"And on top of that it was the first time I'd been
where there were people from TV and the movies just
hanging out. That night I met Tina Louise, Karen
Valentine, Henry Winkler and three or four people I
recognized from TV and movies but they weren't really
stars. One was a guy named Jeff Maxwell, he played a
cook on MASH. I was so flattered that he took an
interest in me, he had me half undressed before I
realized I was going to have sex with him. It was the
first time I'd had sex with a guy before I had a
serious relationship. In fact, he was only the 4th guy
I'd had sex with in my life."
"Even though I'd been in Playboy, I was still pretty
conservative. All three of the guys I'd been to bed
with I'd dated for over a year and was very, very
faithful to my guys. But that changed that night, and
it wasn't the fact that he was a great a lover, though
he was better than Tommy by a long shot. It was that it
was sex just for the fun of it, and it wasn't like it
was the climax of the evening, as sex always had been.
Though there were a lot of people there, the place
didn't seem crowed. Bridget introduced me to Jeff not
long after we arrived, he and I talked maybe a half an
hour standing near the buffet table. He had told me how
good I looked several times before reaching over and
half-undid the knot that held my halter top closed and
saying that we need to get off our feet. Looking back
I'm not sure what I thought, I followed him across the
house and into a side room."
"I guess it was some sort of home office or study. He
lifts me up and sits me on the desk and begins to kiss
me. He wasted no time finishing untying my halter and
cupping my boobs in both hands. I was totally into it.
It was like one of my erotic fantasy's were coming to
life. As it was happening part of me was the
participant and part of me was a spectator, like I was
reading it all in a romance novel. From my pageant
experiences I had long practice in drawing from the
event in which I fond myself, the passion for my
performance. I could, and at that moment did, become
what I expected should be. So when he slid my jeans and
panties to the ground I wasn't the girl from a small
Georgia town, but rather the passionate heroin from a
Danielle Steele novel."
"It's been over twenty five years and far more lovers
since then but I still can get myself off remembering
that moment. Sitting on the edge of the desk, looking
down, past my exposed breast to see the top of his head
as he gave me the best head I'd had in my life"
Sherry objected "The Best?"
"Well, the best I'd had till then," Maggie corrected.
Cooper guessed who Sherry thought should be counted as
the best head she'd ever had.
"It went on and on. I had climaxed at least twice when
I heard laughing in the hallway. Half in a haze, I
looked over my shoulder, to see the door to the room
was wide open. Now it might seem that since I had posed
topless for Playboy it would not be a big deal to be
seen nude, but for me that was not the case. I was far
more modest than people would have known and if the
Playboy photographer had not been a woman I doubt I
would have had the nerve to do the photos. I didn't
even contact Playboy, one of my sorority sisters had
send a photo to them of me in a bikini, that's how they
came to ask me to come pose for them. Even still I
wouldn't have even gone to the appointment if I hadn't
been mad at my mom. On that day the only people who had
seen me naked since I was a child was my doctor and my
3 ex-boyfriends. For a second a panic began to cloud up
the bliss I felt.
"Again my ten years of performing in pageants went to
work. Instinctively I went back to the spectator mode,
becoming not the participant but one who is enjoying
the performance. I saw a beautiful and confident young
woman, boldly. Disregarding public conventions,
embracing her passion with out shame or fear. In seeing
that image a new wave of arousal overtook me and I
began to climax again. Though my eyes could see the
people looking in the door as they past in the hall
way, my mind was else where, and my body was thrusting
hard into his mouth."
"When finally he got up from between my legs I was
spent but more than ready to have him in me. I can
still feel him pressing up into me. It was like at that
moment I was not just taking him in my body but I was
taking in all the dreams and fantasy's I'd had about
moving to California. I don't know how long he did me.
I know it was for a good long time, and when he did cum
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in as deep
as I could. It was one of the most exciting experiences
of my life. I never met him again and even at that
moment I knew that anything else with him would be a
let down, so with one deep kiss we were done."
"I dressed and went back to the party. I knew at least
a few people had seen me and even if they hadn't my
face was flushed and my hair wet with sweat. When I
found Bridget by the pool she was all smiles and made
some comment about how she was glad I was having a good
time. For a moment I reverted to the old me and
pretended not to know what she meant, but when she,
right in front of three or four people I hadn't met
asked me strait up was it as good as it looked from the
hallway, I knew it was time to ether embrace this new
me or run. With a air of confidence I didn't have I
bravely told the group it was the best fuck I'd had in
weeks.
"Which of course was true, but I wasn't going to let on
my first party was the first party fuck I'd ever had.
From that moment I was a player and all I had to do was
live up the instant reputation I got with the LA party
set. The fact I could be counted on to never bring a
top to swim parties or wear the sexist little things to
clubs got me invited to all the right parties. It was
at one of those parties I did get my first movie part."
"And got you invited to one of my parties." Sherri
continued "She thought she'd seen it all. At the
Hollywood set you got topless at the pool and fucked in
a side room, but at my parties the fucking was right
out front and there was a hell of a lot more of it."
Maggie leaned back and said, "Yea, I'd been in LA for
about a year when this guy I was seeing on and off took
me for a weekend trip up to San Francisco. Damn if once
again I didn't have to step up to a whole new level of
kink. Not only was the sex in public, it was like
everybody doing everyone. That first night I saw more
fucking than I had all year in LA. What's more, back in
the early 80's Sapphic sex was not chic like it is
today. Even among the self professed libertines of LA,
it was uncommon. But that night it seems that I was the
odd duck in that I had never done a woman."
Sheri "So I rescued her from all that."
Maggie leaned over to Sheri and gave her a kiss on the
lips, then a second and then a prolonged open mouthed
kiss.
Cooper, knowing Steven Black was just across the table,
became uncomfortable. It was one thing to talk of
sexual things decades old, but French kiss Maggie in
front of him was a bit much for even Sheri.
Breaking off the kiss Sheri said "So though marriages,
divorces and two decades of life, she has been my
nearest friend. And now she wants to help the FFF. She
should make a good representative"
Cooper was taken aback, this get together was an FFF
fund raiser. He should have known that Sheri was not
just having a social event. It took him a moment to get
his thoughts together before he said "Great, I'll tell
Bonnie when she gets to town and we'll work out
something."
"I'm looking forward to it."
Sherri looked over to Stephen who had been listening
intently. "Stephen, Herb hasn't told me much more than
he thinks you would be an asset to the FFF's cause. He
told me you used to be quite active in politics."
Stephan began in a strong low voice "Yes, I was, for
many years."
"And why have you all but disappeared?"
The well dressed man sat in thought for a moment "Well,
I guess it's time I came in from the cold."
Herb looked at his old friend. "Yea, I think it is. You
have too much talent to let it go unused."
"Once more into the breach?," Stephen said more to
himself than to the others
"Except we are now the barbarians at the gates, not the
embattled defenders," Herb quipped.
"I guess so, I guess so."
Sherri, clearly not liking to be left out of a coded
conversation interrupted "What are you to talking
about?"
Herb answered "It's just we are two old warriors who
have found a new cause for which to fight. I haven't
told anyone out of concern for his privacy, but Stephen
and I have been talking for a couple of years now. It
was Stephen and the changes in his life that prompted
my interest in your wild past Sherri, and when the
first time we went to Cooper and Bonne's it was as much
my coming out as was yours."
"I'm sorry," she said "I'm not following."
"Stephen, why don't you tell them about your
transformation first, then I think she'll understand."
Stephen cleared his throat "Sherri, your new to this
area, so you probably don't know I was very active in
Christian right-wing politics. I personally led the
crusade against everything you have stood for."
"Oh," Sherri said with surprise.
"Now, I wasn't some hate monger. I really believed that
any expression of sex outside a married couples bedroom
was not only sinful, but detrimental to the
participants. I fought against pornography,
homosexuality, premarital sex, extramarital sex, solo
sex, sexual thoughts and so on because I was trying to
help people like you."
Sherri shook her head.
"I really did believe it." He said earnestly, "Why did
I believe it? Well, I was taught that that, and just
never questioned the teaching. Much like we were taught
that racial segregation was for the benefit of both
blacks and whites. I'll leave it to Cooper and his
friends to explain how we as a society came to believe
these things but I will say that I was sincere in my
belief I was helping both my part of society and those
who where in your part of society Sherri."
He looked at her clearly trying to get some sort of
answer. She gave none so he continued. "That was how I
lived my life for my entire adult life, until
circumstances made me look closely at what I believed
and why."
"What happened," Sherri asked quietly.
He began slowly "Oddly enough I guess it was Maggie who
really was the first to shake up my world."
"Me?," Maggie gasped and said in a somewhat irritated
voice. "What did I do?"
"Not as much you and your picture in Playboy, but your
Aunt Margo's response. You see Miss Margo was, even
then, the voice of Christian morality. When your photo
came out she was livid. She and I were both on the
county steering committee for the Moral Majority.
Someone dared ask about the photo in our monthly
meeting and from her mouth came the most vicious
attacks not only on you but on your father who has been
a friend of mine for decades. She effectively disowned
your father, and made it clear that anyone who failed
to condemn you, and your father, were outcasts."
He looked to Sherri and said "Sherri, you probably
don't know Margo because she hasn't been active in
politics in the past few years but in her heyday she
was quite a woman. She's Maggie's father's older
sister. She never married but devoted her life to, as
she would say, improving the moral climate of our
community. Long before there was a Moral Majority, she
was the scourge of those who supported those things she
deemed evil.
Though she spoke out on drinking and gambling, her real
life's work was stamping out all things erotic. She
wrote extensively in Christian publications on moral
purity and the sanctity of celibacy. So it was a
personal attack on her that her brother's daughter,
carrier of the LeCroix name should appear in what she
would call a magazine of degenerate trash."
"Well over the next few years, Mac (Maggie's father)
and I began to privately reexamine our beliefs. And
when your mother passed away he began to travel, and
I'm sure I'm not out of line by telling you he was not
celibate for that decade between when your mother
passed and when he did. We talked about it because
while he was a widower, I was expected to be just as
celibate when my children's mother unilaterally decided
that sex was just not for her."
"It was during the sale of my bank that I lost all
faith in my church community. I had some staffers
doing some research on the early years of the bank from
just after the depression through the 1950's. Well, one
of my people found a whole series of unexplained
transfers of stock to Miss Margo from Mr. Jeddah Smith,
the man who had founded the bank.
No one seemed to understand why over a period of almost
20 years stock had been given to Miss Margo. Since she
and I were on good terms I called her and but she said
her father had bought the shares for her, yet there was
no record of such a sale. I sent one of my staffers to
talk to Miss Annabel Coughlin, who by then was nearly
one hundred. She had been Mr. Smith's secretary for
thirty years. She told my staffer that Miss Margo had
been Mr. Smith's mistress from the late 30's at least
until I bough the bank."
Cooper was taken aback, but he could tell that it was
Maggie who was most shocked and then angered. Bonnie
had told Cooper several times that Miss Margo had not
been the pure and innocent she had pretended to be but
he was not going to believe the ladies gossip, but this
was different.
"That fuck'n bitch," Maggie muttered several times
before saying "She put my dad through hell for
supporting me and all the while she was Mr. Smith's
little whore!"
"Exactly; when I told your dad it turns out he knew all
along. Evidently it was no big secret; it was just in
her social circles you didn't let those sorts of things
out. He knew she was a hypocrite and let her publicly
humiliate him till the day he died, but he wouldn't
expose her. That was just the sort of man he was."
It was clear Maggie was dumbfounded.
"You see Maggie, I gave him my word I would not out
your Aunt, but I now believe it is time to let you know
so you might do with the information as you wish. I
have in my car the records including a transcript of
the late Miss Annabel's explanation of how the stocks
where shuffled to provide Miss Margo with the lifestyle
she has lived all these years. Her explain matches the
extant documents. Not only does it provide evidence for
her relationship with Mr. Smith, her complicity would
qualify as accessory to federal bank fraud violations.
"What you choose to do with the records are your
business. For me, the revelation that not only Miss
Margo was a fraud but the entire holier than thou
church community participated in the cover up. As I
looked closer at my own family's history I found the
same hypocrisy, I won't go into it now, but it is
apparent that just as Cooper's article said about the
wealthy in general, that here in rural Georgia, sexual
freedom has always been the privilege of the elites but
constantly denied to regular people."
"It wasn't a far reach to where Mac arrived, and where
all of you have arrived; that sexual repression is not
for the good of the repressed it is a tool of the
oppressors. All these years I'd been on the wrong side
of the battle. It was my side who was harming the
community. Since I could not be a hypocrite now any
more than I had been then I knew my best path was just
to retire from public life. I was divorced, quietly,
and much to the financial gain of Ms. Black. For the
past five years I've traveled, explored the world and
my own sexuality. Three years ago I met Jennifer. Like
me she has an empty nest and like me she had by then
shed the repression of her earlier life and together we
are having the time of our lives."
He leaned over and kissed her "And no we are not
monogamous."
For the first time in nearly an hour Jennifer spoke
"Which I'm sure we will have the opportunity to prove
to you guys before we leave."
Sheri spoke up "I'm looking forward to that." And blew
Jennifer a kiss
Herb looked at Maggie "You see now that there was a
reason I asked Sherri to invite you here tonight. It
isn't vengeance or validation, but rather to bring
together a local change like the one Coopers
organization is trying to do on a national level.
Stephen, you and I both know that the local level is
where the real battle is fought and you and I and
Maggie and Sherri can be the nucleus here in Sparta: A
sort of Libertine Majority. It's time to take the
Christian Right's tactics and show how most Americans,
most Georgians already do it with whomever they choose
and they don't want anyone telling them not to."
Stephen asked "So you want to start a local non-
profit."
"Yes, I do. And from what I understand from the
grapevine, Miss Margo is involved in a new morality
campaign. It seems that your openness Cooper, has
already become a burr under a few saddles."
Cooper wasn't sure what Stephen was saying "What do you
mean? What is Miss Margo doing?"
Stephen looked puzzled "You haven't heard, she has
gathered some of the old Moral Majority Leaders from
across the state and they are in the planning stages of
a new public morality campaign. Now as I understand it,
she won't be leading it, but she will be an important
influence."
"And she's doing this because of what my articles said
and the net pics of Bonnie and Misty?"
"Those things might have been the final straw, but it
is again about the broader things like TV, the
internet, music and such. But, be sure you will be a
target, that's why we need to frame the debate before
the fight begins. Start a non-profit dedicated to
preserving and enhancing personal freedoms right here
in Georgia."'
"Let's do it," Herb answered.
"I'm in," Maggie added.
"Of course I'm in," seconded Sherri.
This left Cooper wondering if he could be part of this
and the FFF, but then he had remembered that the had
discussed the need for the FFF to support local
originations who would to the real work, so he said "I
think Bonnie and I would like to help too."
For the next hour the six sat around the large
comfortable living room and brainstormed on how to get
the project started and what should be their
objectives.
It was past 11:00 when Sheri stoop up, and said, "OK
enough business. Come on girls, I have some warm robes
for you, it'll cold between the house and the gazebo."
Herb explained, "There was an old gazebo in the garden,
so when Sherry and I put in a hot-tub we built it in
the old structure. The only problem is it is a little
way from the house and in the winter it can be a nippy
walk."
"Especially when your naked," Sherry added as she and
the women left for the bedroom.
Herb likewise led the men to a closet where he handed
out thick terrycloth robes monogrammed HC. Not
surprisingly the men had shed their clothes and were
waiting in the den in their robes for several minutes.
Cooper was uncomfortable with the silence and asked
Herb haw his stocks in Wachovia were doing.
After the arrival of the women, the six exited the home
and walked barefoot on the cold paving stones through
the quiet winter night out into a large formal garden.
Foot lamps lit the way as it was not only a good 150
feet to the gazebo, but a circuitous route passing down
a maze of dormant rose bushes. Sherri, walking beside
Cooper said "You don't' play much with others when
Bonnie's on the road do you?"
Taken off guard, Cooper stammered "Well, Trisha has
spent the night three times since Bonnie started
traveling, and she can be insatiable when she's over."
Sherri grinned "I know, we had her over a few weeks
ago"
"I heard, Bonnie keeps me up on these things."
Returning to her previous tack, but she is having a
time, from what she tells me she's doing several new
people every trip."
Cooper nodded, "but, she has always been the one with
the larger appetite for that stuff." He paused and
added "I guess I do feel a little left out sometimes."
She leaned over and nudged him "Well, tomorrow you will
have a story to tell her for a change."
The gazebo was clearly very old, overarched by a great
oak tree that evidently stood in the center of the
garden. Herb switched on the lights revealing the vine
laced lattice work around the six sided structure. In
the floor was a square of newer wood, Cooper correctly
predicted was the cover for the tub that Herb lifted up
and it swung up to the side.
Dropping her robe, the nude Sheri invited the guest to
get in "And hurry up I'm cold standing her naked."
Cooper followed all but Sheri into the water, looking
around he was not sure where to sit. Sherri, evidently
saw his hesitation and suggested he sit beside Maggie,
and then she slipped down beside him, almost in his
lap. He shifted a little but he was firmly wedged
between the two.
Sherri, always the social leader looked across the tub
"Well Jennifer, I'm sure you've felt a bit like a 5th
wheel tonight, I'm very sorry about that."
Jennifer sat directly across from Cooper. Her full
breasts breached the bubbling water. Cooper wondered if
she was just blessed with firm breasts after raising
children or were they enhanced. Which ever, he thought,
they look natural and very nice with the top half of
the large areolas showing.
"No, I've been," Jennifer tried to say before Sherri
cut her off. "Now, I would like to hear about you, it
seems we've heard a lot about our other guests."
"I don't know..."
"OK, tell us about your kids, we all love doing that."
Jennifer quickly perked up as most parents do when
their kids come up
She began, "I'm from Mobile Alabama. I dated first and
only boy from 7th grade until we got married two weeks
after graduation. But before that Jeremy, my son, was
born the summer before my Senior year. The baby and I
lived with my parents until I graduated, then I got
married and moved in with Conner. Sadly he proved to be
much too immature to be a full time husband and father
and by the time Jeremy was one our marriage was over.
Conner did eventually grow up and of course married
again. For the past ten years he has been a pretty good
dad for Jeremy. We were just too young"
"My parents took me back home and my mom watched Jeremy
while I went to Mobile College, now University of
Mobile, and got my K-8 education degree. I led a very
quiet life, focusing on being a good mom and a good
teacher. I don't' think I was boring exactly, but I had
no life outside the world of children through my entire
twenties. I even taught a children's Sunday School
class."
She paused "It was time well spent, Jeremy is a great
kid, young man, and I don't' regret a minute I spent
with him. But as he moved into his teen years and I
moved into my thirty's I began to see the life he was
living was one that I simply never had. When he began
dating a number of sweet girls I almost drowned in my
sadness that in playing "grown up," with Conner I had
missed the joys of being a teenager. I began to think
in ways I never had before, but was just to afraid to
take action to start a new adult life."
Under the water, Cooper felt a hand on his right thigh,
Sherri's hand was rubbing up and down his leg.
"By the time Jeremy started High School I had been
teaching Middle School Social Studies for four years
and very much enjoyed it. Five years ago my mother
passed after being a widow for ten years. I took what
was supposed to just be a one year sabbatical from my
teaching job to put mother's things in order and to
make a good start on a master's degree in Sociology at
University of South Alabama. What was fateful was that
by becoming a day student I was thrust into the world
of public university student life for the first time.
See my undergraduate work was at a conservative Baptist
College, and being the mother of a toddler precluded my
involvement with on-campus activities. But with a 16
year old son who was driving his own car, I was for the
first time free to do and go as I wanted."
Sheri's hand had crept over and now the fingers were
playing with his pubic hair. His penis was fully erect
when a second hand, from his left, slid across his leg
and the fingers intertwined. Sherri and Maggie held
hands, resting their knuckles on his rigid phallus.
"With out sounding vain, I can say that at 35 I still
turned the heads of the 22 year old graduate students.
I may have turned their heads, but they sent me
reeling. They almost from the first day took me in as
one of their own. Ever day at lunch was a new story of
who was doing it with who, or some new sexual kink
someone was trying... well, that is between deep
discussions on politics, poverty and social injustice.
When one of they guys came on to me I really didn't
know what to do. Between the loss of my mother and
being thrown into an alien environment; I spent the
first semester in alternating bouts of depression and
periods of hopeful excitement as to what my life could
be."
The two hands now wrapped around his straining penis.
"During Christmas break that year Jeremy went on a ski
trip with his church youth group. I was left alone,
really alone for the first time in my life. In one of
those life changing happenstances, the day I had seen
Jeremy off on the plane I got a call from, Austin, a
guy in my Social Anthropology class, one of the guys
who had been flirting all semester. He asked if I
wanted to come to a Christmas party that Friday night.
I had gotten vague passes all semester, but this 23
year old was asking me on a date, me, mother of a
teenager on a date. Besides that I hadn't been on a
real date since before Jeremy was born. I tried to
weasel out with out saying no but he was persistent and
after some cajoling I agreed."
The hands were now moving up and down his shaft.
"By that time I knew full well that among this age
group a date and sex were almost synonymous, and I was
asked on a date. I was terrified and excited. I spent
hours sanding in front of the mirror naked evaluation
my thirty-five year old body and contemplating what
this man would think. And..." She heisted before saying
"hours in my bed masturbating imagining what it would
be like to have sex for the first time since the last
time Conner came over to my mother's house to get some,
that was like ten years before."
Sherry's hand let go as she leaned forward and said
"Not even once in ten years?"
"Not so much as a kiss from anyone but family."
"Wow," Sherri settled back.
"So when the big night came I was ready. I had bought
new a Victoria's Secret bra and thong set, a tube of
spermicidal and a box of condoms."
Everyone laughed.
Cooper ran his hands up the two thighs pressing him on
either side.
"I was so ready to get laid, and it was so
disheartening when he was a perfect gentleman. The
party was at an apartment not far from campus. It was
both graduate and undergraduates. I'm sure I was the
oldest one there by a good half decade. I had never
been anywhere like that. No one seemed embarrassed by
the kissing and feeling up going on right in front of
everyone. Except me I guess. I didn't say anything but
I think my body language gave me away."
Coopers two hands crept over the top of the thighs and
slowly moved down the other sides.
"Compared with what Steven and I have seen and done, it
was a pretty mild party, but for me, at that time, it
was way over my comfort zone. Jerry must have picked up
on that and the most he did was grab my ass a few
times. I did get a good-night kiss, a good good-night
kiss. He knew full well my son was out of town, but he
made no effort to come in when he dropped me off"
"What a dope," Maggie interjected.
Cooper's fingers tentatively touched the rise between
Sherri and Maggie's, now opened thighs.
"What a jerk is what I thought when I went in my place.
It was only as I later told some of my girlfriends from
class what had happened that they suggested my
reactions to the sexual stuff at the party must have
been taken as a by sign Austin that I was not going to
put out."
Cooper felt no hair on Sherri's' mound, but felt a
substantial patch of thick hair on Maggie. His fingers
explored the soft smoothness of Sheri and slid though
the forest he found on Maggie.
I assured them that I was more than ready; but they
pointed out that clothes I wore, the things I talked
about and the things I did at the party said I wasn't.
So, they reasoned, he didn't take a chance on being
rejected if he'd pushed it further."
Cooper attempting to seem engaged said "Makes sense"
Jennifer nodded and continued her tail. "I decided that
day, I needed to make a real change in my whole outlook
on life. Well, I had been moving that way for months,
but I distinctly remember that day and my decision that
I would not let any more life pass me by."
Cooper's middle finger parted the soft inner lips of
each woman. Maggie on his right was the recipient of
his more dexterous right fingers.
"The first thing I did was to write a letter resigning
my position with the school district. That life was in
the past. I wasn't sure what the future held but I knew
I was no longer public school teacher. I also adjusted
my class schedule for the next semester. I switched my
elective class from comparative religion to modern
sexuality. I went through my drawers and threw out all
my granny panties, my Playtex bra's and a whole trash
bag full of frumpy clothes. And I asked the girls to
let Austin know I had been let down the night before."
Sherri's hand rested on Coopers as he softly glided his
hand over her sex. Maggie, spread her legs wider and
his fingers slipped inside
.
"The party had been on Friday night before Christmas. I
got a call from Austin two days latter inviting me to
his place for Christmas dinner. It was wonderful, after
dinner we made love for what seemed to be the entire
evening and they again during the night, and then again
in the morning. I was so different from what I had done
with Conner. No clumsiness, no feeling I had to perform
to get his approval; just lust and passion. Maybe my
memories of sex were colored by the circumstances of my
life, but to my memory it was the first truly
satisfying sexual experience I can remember."
Cooper found Sherri's clit and began to massage it
lightly.
"But again I was in for a surprise, well not really a
surprise, but hard to deal with when after a day and a
night of amazing sex, we are laying in bed and he
casually mentions that he's would love it if I could
join he and his girlfriend for New Years eve. He had
mentioned her by name a number of times and how she had
spent the last semester in Holland, but would be back
in a few days to start the new semester. I just thought
she was a friend. I guess he figured I knew, or
something, but what mattered to me was I thought he and
I had something going and then I realized that we only
had sex, nothing more. But for me, I had never had
'just' sex before. I forced myself to relax, and think
things through. No, I really didn't want a relationship
with this guy then years younger than me, and yes, I
did come here for just sex, so it shouldn't matter. To
show myself I was in control I rolled over and mounted
him yet again. Only when he was back inside me did I
tell him yes I'd love to come."
Sherri's hips began to softly rock to his hand's rhythm
on her clit.
"On new years I had my first threesome and kissed a
girl for the first time. She did me but I wasn't quite
ready to go down on a woman yet. By the end of the
semester I was right with the others sharing stories of
who I'd been with over the weekend. I was living the
life I'd missed when I was in my teens and twenty's.
But it was better than if I was the age of the other
students, I wasn't looking for a boyfriend, I was just
having a good time. It was like a new me, a free and
open me had been born and I had to test all the limits.
I messed around with E and pot and even coke a bit but
when I got a DUI arrest and got crabs after a
particularly irresponsible party I knew I had crossed
the line. I was after all a mother and a grow-up, even
if I spent a semester not acting like one."
Maggie's hand was guiding Cooper's hand. It was his
left and guessed he was not a dexterous with it as he
was his right. He was on both clits now as he listened.
"Tasha, another older student and mom, and I got to
know each other over the semester, liked talking about
all the crazy places she had done it in the past, but
did not seem to be doing those things anymore. That
summer, she invited me to go with her husband and
another couple for a weekend to a nudist resort in
north Florida. She had been listening to my graphic
reports of who I'd been fucking all semester, so it
wasn't a stretch to invite me. It was my first time
with swingers, and, though to be honest the guys
couldn't compete with the staying power of they young
guys I'd been doing it with all semester, I did like
the company of, might I say, grown-ups."
Sherri was breathing very deep and slow.
"In the fall I still partied a good bit with the
college crowd, but was spending more time with the
swingers. Besides, Jeremy was a senior and I didn't
want to be doing it with some guy who might be his
roommate next year."
That comment brought laughs and nods. Cooper felt
compelled to add "I don't know, Bonnie has promised to
do a threesome with a couple of Misty's friends when
they turn 18."
Diverted from her narrative Jennifer perked up
"Really?," she quizzed. Cooper nodded yes "Ohh, I must
meet her, she sounds like my kind of woman. And, well
to bring my little story to an end, I graduated with a
M.A. in sociology the same week my son graduated from
High School. He went off to Georgia Tech a year and a
half ago and I met Stephen shortly there after and
well, now I'm here."
Sherri moaned aloud, "Thanks for the story, I hope you
don't' think me rude, but I'm ready for a bit more
active entertainment."
With that she twisted over, on to Cooper's lap. His
erection begged for entry into her body, but she, her
hands on his shoulders, just teased his eager penis by
keeping her lips just at the tip of his head.
"Fine with me," Jennifer chirped "I love to watch." She
said before pausing and then with obvious movements
reached her hands to the evident crotches of two men
(Steven and Herb) on either side of her, "but
participating is even better"
Copper's eyes were filled with Sherri's breasts, his
focus was on the soft flesh not on his face but just
brushing the head of his straining penis, but when a
nipple filled his mouth he obliged by suckling softly.
He was aware of Maggie on his right now leaning into
him her breasts pressed on his arm. Though he was
enjoying Sherri's attention it was Maggie who captured
his imagination.
A hand gripped his shaft. Surely it was Maggie's. She
held it firmly as he felt Sherri lower her lips around
him and down, pressing the hand off him as her body
envelope his sensitized flesh. Her hips were wider than
either Bonne's or Trisha, they covered his lap and he
could feel her mound pressing on his pelvis. It was
soft and comforting. His mind imagined a slide show of
hundreds of penises that had been in this canal. It
turned him on to know of her experience. And that was
before he felt her squeeze down on him.
She leaned back forcing him deeper into her and
simultaneously pulling his lips from her nipple. Lips
replaced the breast. He opened his eyes and knew it was
Maggie's lips on his, Maggie's tongue that traced the
edge of his mouth.
It was too much, though he had masturbated a number of
times imagining sex with Sherri, he found himself deep
in her body, but wanting someone else. He tried to
enjoy her erotic rotations on him, but the desire to do
Maggie was crowding out other thoughts.
As if she read his thoughts Sherri lifted off of
Cooper's lap and said "I know what you want Cooper, and
it's not me."
Cooper stammered.
"It's all right, in the old days Maggie and I shared
more than a few men, and I can tell when they wanted
her."
Maggie didn't even hesitate to lift her leg and replace
Sherri, facing Cooper and this time it was Sherri's
hand that guided his penis into a ready woman.
Maggie looked over at Sherri and retorted "I can
remember more than a few guys who clearly wanted you
while banging on me," before pressing her lips to his
again.
Nothing cold compare to this, a thousand adolescent wet
dreams coming to life. He was having sex with Magnolia
LeCroix . He focused on each sensation, trying to
capture it in his mind; the large spongy breast that
pressed on his chest; the lips and tongue that seemed
so eager to be with him; the Legs that straddled his;
and the tight warm pussy. It was far smaller than he
had expected. Where Sherri's was inviting but clearly
sized for an penis that she might put in it, Maggie's
seemed hardly big enough for him. He knew he would have
to apologize to Bonnie for not using a condom, but he
was so glad he could feel Maggie's inner sex: flesh on
flesh.
An odd thought popped in his mind. At that moment, for
the first time he understood why women were used to get
men to do things. At that moment there was nothing he
wouldn't do for her if she asked, anything to keep that
magic moment alive. Later he would feel guilty about
it, but right then all he wanted in life was Maggie.
He knew was going to cum. It had been an hour since
Maggie first mounted him. He and Maggie, then back to
he and Sherri then into the house for he and Maggie on
plush carpet of the living room took take turns going
down on Jennifer. All the while he pumped Jennifer in
the missionary position he kept looking over to Maggie
and Sherri doing sixty nine while the other men watched
as well.
He had done well for himself, both other men had long
since spent their load and sat relaxing when Sherri
turned her attention to Jennifer. Cooper, engaged the
waiting Maggie lying on the sofa guided himself into
her. His hands gripped her thighs and he leaned in to
her. He watched intently as his penis parted the
unusually small lips and stretched her wide enough for
his penis. He looked in her eyes as he began to stroke.
Her breasts, those amazing breasts, rolled and shook
with each thrust.
But even with the increased stamina he had developed in
the last year, and with a Viagra in his system he could
not go on forever. He could feel his erection fading.
He redoubled his efforts. Sweat dripped from his face
as he pounded into her with all his might.
Whether her sudden burst of vocalization of her
pleasure was spontaneous or was for his benefit, he
would later wonder, but her sudden burst of short moans
and squeals was all it took, to bring the flood of
semen up from his loins to spew from his penis into her
womb. His pelvic thrust and waves of pleasure kept
coming well after his semen had spent. It was as
complete and full orgasm that he had experienced in a
long time.
It was nearly 2:00 when Cooper made it home. It had
been fun but exhausting; he would tell Bonnie all about
it tomorrow.
To be continued...
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entertainment of their readers. Copyright retained by
the author.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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