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In Search of the Final Freedom - 25
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)
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Bonnie speaks to her first academic convention. She
makes friends and enemies. (MF, voy, rom)
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Chapter TWENTY_FIVE
About the time that Cooper had left the house to go to
Herb and Sherri's, Bonnie was arriving at her
destination. She pulled her coat closed, the cold was
bitter, possibly the coldest weather she had ever
experienced. She quickened her pace to cross the tarmac
to the small terminal as fast as possible. She was
quickly getting over the glamour of flying all over to
speak. This was her third flight of the long day:
Atlanta to Chicago, Chicago to Minneapolis to Duluth.
How did Amy book an engagement on the Canadian border
in December?
She had gotten her travel kit down to one carry-on so
she was able to bypass the baggage claim.
In the one room terminal she had no problem finding the
woman holding the "Campbell" sign.
"Welcome to Duluth Ms. Campbell. My name is Gayle and
I'm the regional coordinator for Free Thought Society."
"Oh, I rate the big cheese," she quipped.
"Not really, I'm the only paid staffer in the Great
Lakes Region, so I get the title." Gayle said
cheerfully as she took Bennie's carry-on bag.
Exiting the terminal the cold bit into Bonnie. She had
worn her heaviest coat but it was clearly inadequate
for the job. By the time they reached Gayle's Subaru
she was shivering. This was her first convention to
which she had been invited to speak. She had two
different lectures to present, one was the multi-media
presentation that was not complete, the other was a
lecture on the history of the suppression of sexual
behavior as a tool for political oppression.
She, Cooper and a colleague of his at work, Dr.
Teranova had worked up just for this trip. The material
was largely things that simply they simply did not have
time to put in the 90 minute power point presentation.
In addition to the two lectures she was also to be part
of a panel discussion called Divergent Views, she
wasn't sure what that was.
"Forgive my ignorance?" Bonnie asked as the car drove
down the snowy road "What exactly is the Free Though
Society"
"It's really an umbrella organization for a number of
smaller groups. Though the FTS we are able to publish a
monthly journal, sponsor individual lectures and
regional conventions like this. The common theme of all
the groups is a desire to free the society from
historically confining fears, dogma and censorship. We
have mostly political groups, philosophical groups and
social justice groups."
"How many speakers will you have?"
"We have eight speakers for the day. Most only have one
lecture and one forum, but you do know you have two
lectures. I must say from what we have heard, I'm
looking forward to your presentation."
"If you're looking for new ideas, I think I have enough
to get everyone buzzing."
And so the conversation went until they arrived at the
Radisson. It had been a long day and she was asleep
minutes after hitting the pillow.
She was pleased she didn't have to speak until 10:00 so
she was not rushed. She had brought a smart looking
charcoal skirt suit and both a solid white silk blouse
and a white polyester blouse with alternating opaque
and seer stripes. She decided the silk one was more
appropriate. In either case, she hadn't even brought a
bra to wear under the blouse and the silk felt good on
her bare breasts.
She called and woke up Cooper as she got dressed. He
was groggy and assured her he did have a good time at
Conner's last night. And yes they did have sex, but he
would tell her all about it later, but just then he
wanted to go back to sleep.
A twinge of jealousy welled up that Cooper had been to
bed with Sherri while she as out of town, but she
reminded herself of how many people she had made it
with when Cooper wasn't there.
Later in the lobby, she was surprised the hotel
appeared to be filled with delegates. When she was
given her speakers badge she asked how many people were
present, Gayle told her the final total was 664. She
had brought 300 FFF brochures and 150 copies of a hand-
out she had prepared just for this convention.
"I was told to prepare for 150 people in each session."
"Right, we did " Gayle answered "We moved you to Hall C
because we have heard a good deal of interest in your
presentation. The hotel says your multi-media is set up
and all you have to do is hoop up your laptop when the
first speaker is finished."
Bonnie thanked her and headed to Hall C. She arrived
just as the first lecture was letting out. The room was
with out a doubt the largest she had ever spoken in. A
wave of butterflies tickled her stomach. She tried to
allay the nervousness as she hooked up the laptop. She
had gone over the new lecture several times on the long
trip but this would be her first public go though.
By the time she had gotten the laptop hooked up and the
title slide cued the room was already half full. The
Butterflies resumed. To calm herself she walked over to
the front row to meet a few of the delegates.
"Hi, I'm Bonnie Campbell with the Final Freedom
Foundation," she said extending a hand to a serious
looking bearded man in the front row.
Returning her smile, he reached and shook her hand "I'm
Clyde Jablanski, I teach poly-sci and philosophy at Eau
Clair University in Wisconsin. I'm looking forward to
your talk."
"Oh, good. Have you heard of our work?"
"I read a mention of your organizing in an article
about Amy Douglass and when I saw the organization had
a representative here I wanted to hear what you had to
say."
"Well, I hope I generate some thoughts that might be
discussed in some classrooms next week."
"That's why I'm here," he cheerfully answered.
She followed up with a question she'd been wondering
"So are many of the delegates here from the academia?"
"A fair percentage, I'd say nearly half if you included
teachers and researchers."
"What other professions are represented," she followed-
up.
"Oh, in past years there have been a fair many
political activist, representatives from a number of
liberal and libertarian publications and a surprising
number of people in fields that have no direct baring
on the topics but they are interested in new ideas."
"Thanks for the information; it helps to know to whom
I'm speaking," she said before moving off to meet a few
more people. She was speaking to a psychologist from
St. Paul when Gayle come on the speaker and asked
everyone to find a seat so the session could get
started.
A few moments latter she introduced Bonnie "Our speaker
in this session is Bonnie Campbell from the Final
Freedom Foundation based in Augusta Georgia. Some of
you may have read about this organization and it's
campaign for sexual liberation in America. I have had
several talks with Dr. Amy Douglass, the executive
director of the FFF, as they are called, and I think
you will all find her talk very provocative. Bonnie is
the Public Relations Liaison for he FFF and I look
forward to hearing her speak, so let's give a warm
welcome, because I know she thinks she'll never be warm
in Minnesota, to Bonnie Campbell.
Bonnie rose and Surveyed the room, not completely full
but she estimated well over 150 people for which she
had brought hand-outs. Not bad, she just hoped the new
talk would flow well so she had some people to come to
the next session.
"Thank you Gayle, I'm glad to be here, though I did
think I might freeze solid out of the tarmac last
night," she opened with a laugh from the audience. A
good sign, her nerves calmed.
"As she said I am the Public Relations Liaison for the
Final Freedom Foundation," she motioned to the FFF logo
behind her. "The FFF is a foundation dedicated to
supporting local and national efforts to promote
freedom of sexual expression in the United States. We
are not an activist organization ourselves, but a
Foundation that supports and promotes those who are.
The FFF is unapologetically of the belief that free and
open sexual expression is as much a right as a free and
open press or the right to have free and open religion
or even to freely and openly express your ideas."
She cued the first slide for this presentation. Unlike
the many slides for the main presentation with it's 150
pictures, this one had only text slides to go along
with the outline.
"In my next session I will talk more in detail about
the FFF and it's aims, but this morning I will be
address how sexual oppression throughout the ages has
been the handmaiden of political oppression." And off
she went citing cultures throughout the last three
millennia and how in each the rulers used the control
of sexual expression to control people's behavior and
even thoughts.
She stuck to her notes far more than she did in the
regular meeting but still was able to keep the audience
with her. When she realized she had not paced well and
would have to cut the discussion nearly all of the
second half of the 20th century off she paused to say
"I'm sorry, this is the first time I'm given this
presentation, so if it seemed a bit rough I apologize.
I see I have less than five minutes left, so rather
than rushing though 30 minutes of material I'll just
promise to put it on the FFF web site for you. I can
assure you the next presentation is much better, and
hope you'll give me a second chance after lunch."
With that she cut to the conclusion and wrapped up,
mortified that she had blown her very first large
presentation. She wished there was a back way out so
she could avoid everyone.
"Very interesting take on history" It was the professor
from Eau Clair University in Wisconsin.
"Interesting good, or interesting bad?" she asked.
"Interesting, interesting, neither good nor bad just
interesting," he said staring intently in her eyes.
Not feeling any better about herself she said sourly
"I'm sorry it was not my best presentation, I will do
better next time."
"Oh, your presentation was fine," he said, genuinely
looking surprised at her evident self reproach. "It was
actually far better than we usually get at this
meeting. You should have been in my first session, you
were Ophra Winfrey compared to him. I meant your
content, it was taking a rather extreme position, I'm
not sure I can buy into it all."
She stared to talk but he cut her off "Now, I don't'
know I can't disagree, but it will give me something
new to talk to my classes about."
Feeling much relieved, she said, "Good, that was my
intent; getting people thinking."
She put her notes back into the black binder she
carried them in and made to leave, but the man
persisted.
"Do you really believe the government should not have a
say in what is done sexually, even in public?"
She looked back at him "Of course. Does the government
have a right to tell you how to wear your beard, or
what color to paint your car? Freedom of expression can
not be denied just because some people don't want to
see it expressed," she didn't mean to sound combative
so she added.
"I'm not saying we have the right to harm others with
our freedom, like shout fire in a theater, but I would
suggest that the constitution does not enshrine the
right for all people to free of offences. Sure some,
and where I live most people would be offended if I had
sex with my husband in my front yard, but does that
mean they have the right to forbid me to do so? I don't
think so."
She could tell she scored a point and he smiled, "I
hear you, but I just am saying I need some time to
think this through."
She noticed that he was not bad looking, handsome even.
He was on the short side, maybe 5' 8" but cute. And his
eyes were an intense shade of blue. She moved toward
the back of the room and the door way. He began to
follow but Gayle approached and he turned away.
"That was great!" she said enthusiastically.
"I don't know."
"Really, it was very thought provoking. I'm so glad you
came."
Feeling much better Bonnie followed her to the speakers
table in the adjacent banquet room.
The other presenters seem so full of themselves, Bonnie
was grateful when she was able to excuse herself
pretending that she had to prepare her lecture. She in
fact slipped up to her room and rested in her bed for
an hour before going back down for her second session.
The hall was filled when she arrived and the hotel
staff was bringing in more chairs. She must not have
done was poorly as she had thought and the second
presentation was much better.
As she wrapped up she knew she was feeling very
successful, she wasn't sure how the presentation,
photos and all had been received, but she knew she had
done a good job in presenting it.
As she gathered up her notes to the applause of the
room, Gayle came to the lectern, "I think we will all
agree that that is a presentation we will not forget.
Thank you Bonnie for that amazing presentation," she
told the assemble people. "I'm sure many of you have
questions for her, so come to the Panel Discussion in
the Grand Ballroom at 3:30, that is in just about 25
minutes.
As soon as she dismissed the group she was surrounded
by people wanting to meet her.
"That was so bold."
"Simply amazing."
"How did you have the nerve to use your own picture?"
"Congratulations for a great presentation"
"Could you speak to my classes?"
And so the comments and questions went. She felt a bit
befuddled but very pleased with herself. She did her
best to be polite and to answer as many questions as
possible but it was all such a blur. After some time
Gayle came to her rescue and told everyone to save
their questions for the Panel Discussion, and to let
Bonnie get a break before it started.
"Thanks, I felt like I was being mobbed," Bonnie said
quietly as the room emptied.
"No problem, and besides how was I going to get to talk
to you if they didn't leave?"
They packed up her notes and the laptop; there were
none of the handouts or brochures left.
"That really was quite a presentation, I've seen a lot
in this business but I can assure you no one has ever
seen what you presented. So many people come and talk
about what should be done, but damn, you showed
pictures of you doing what you say – with what? Three
different people? That is putting feet, or should I say
ass, to what you say."
Bonnie wasn't sure what to say so she just smiled.
Gayle went on "You probably don't know what a shock
your presentation was to this group. See they nearly
all fancy themselves to be free and open thinkers, but
I would dare say there were more than a few blushing
faces."
"Oh, is that bad?"
"No, its just that it reminded some of them that it is
so easy for them to spin their platitudes about how the
world should be, but you rubbed it in their faces that
there is a world of difference between talking about
making a better world and putting yourself out on a
limb to make one."
Bonnie thought she seemed to be talking in circles, but
she knew what she was getting at.
Gayle went on "and well, I guess what I really wanted
to say it that I admire you for doing that. I remember
when I was an undergraduate I had the courage to just
do what I thought was right and hang the consequences.
Then as I became a Graduate Assistant, then went out
into the job market I started self-censoring worrying
about how my words and actions would impact my career
more than how they would impact the world. But here you
a woman, not just any woman but a mother and wife, from
the Bible belt no less, and you have as part of your
lecture photos of yourself nude, not just nude but
having sex," her words got faster as she spoke, "I
just, I just, as a fellow woman want to thank you for
not being ashamed of what you believe and putting it
right out front. This is what we need now this kind of
courage and leadership from women."
Bonnie wasn't quite sure what she was getting at,
clearly she meant something to her but Bonnie wasn't
quite sure what it was and it was getting a bit
embarrassing so she excused herself to go to the ladies
room before the next session.
The Grand Ball room was not that much bigger or grander
than Hall C, but she could tell there were a good many
more seats and all were taken when she arrived. At the
far end of the room there was a raised platform with a
table and four chairs and table microphones facing the
audience. To the right was a lecture behind which A man
that Bonne seen Gayle with at lunch.
The man, seeing Bonnie, came down the center isle to
greet her.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Gustine, I hear I missed quite a
presentation, I'm sorry but I was speaking in another
room. You'll have to give me the short version over
dinner."
He motioned to the table on the platform, come on up
and we will start in just a minute. He was brusque and
even in his compliments seems somewhat condescending.
She knew he was not the sort of person she would enjoy
spending time with.
As she took the two steps to the platform, An older
woman, and two men were taking the other three seats.
She took the seat nearest the lectern and sat down.
The woman introduced her self as Dr. Felmier, and the
men introduced themselves as well. She couldn't help
but notice that she was the only one on the stage with
out a "Doctor" before her name.
She suddenly felt she should not be here. She was not
prone to panic, but she felt this was not going to come
out good for her.
A balding man in his 60's adjusted his mic and began
the session "This is the Divergent Views panel
discussion. For those who do not know me I am Dr.
Gustine, the Executive Director of the Free Thought
Society and professor of Philosophy at Case Western
Reserve and I am your moderator this afternoon."
"Our topic is the Divergent Views of 21st Century
Philosophy. On our panel is Dr. Caleb Birk, from
Thinker magazine, Dr. Flora Schmitt from the University
of Chicago, Dr. Kristen Simmons-Felmier from the
Humanist Society and Ms. Bonnie Cooper from the Final
Freedom Foundation."
"The format will be for 90 minutes I will both moderate
and pose questions to the panel. Then we will take a
short break and then we will have open Q&A time until
5:30. So let us open with this 'What forces have been
chiefly responsible for the increasing homogenous
nature of public discussion over the past quarter
century?'. Dr. Birk would you care to open our
discussion?"
Bonnie was glad that Dr. Birk and then Dr. Schmitt
spoke for long enough for the moderator to cut them off
and go to the next question, "Please, be brief as we
would like to cover a good bit of ground in the next-
well we now only have 70 minutes. Dr Felmier, What
forums or platforms are best for introducing and
expounding views that diverge from the current
orthodoxy?"
Bonnie was sure she needed to add something, and since
this was nearer her job than the other question she
jumped in when Dr. Felmier finished, "I would agree
with my colleagues assessment" Bonnie began, though in
reality she wasn't even listening, rather she was
formulating her ideas, this was after all a room full
of PhD's.
"I would however suggest that real change in attitudes
that would allow for the acceptance of new value
paradigms need to come from the institutions that the
middle-class trust. Institutions such as local churches
and civic clubs will in the long run have far more
permanent impact on the nation as a whole than will
academic or even political based approaches," she,
pleased with her opening, went in to as description of
the FFF's approach for impacting the larger culture.
Bonne sensed just a bit of condensation when Dr.
Schmitt, in effect, rebutted her argument stressing the
need for the forward thinkers to take command of the
political and educational structure to usher in a new
eras of divergent thinking.
She opted out of the next two questions and then gave,
what she thought to be extremely weak comments of two
other topics. All told she was exceedingly glad when
the moderator said "OK, my hour is up. Now we will open
this up to your questions."
Bonnie was relieved when the next question was pointed
directly at her, at least she knew she had something to
say when a young man near the front asked "Ms. Cooper,
does the FFF use it's funds to support gay rights
groups in their effort to bring homosexuality into the
mainstream?"
Before she had a chance to answer the moderator cut in
"I'm sorry, but we would prefer the questions to stay a
bit more general, but go ahead Ms. Cooper and comment
if you wish."
"Thank you Dr. Gustine, I'll answer but be brief.
"While the Final Freedom Foundation is sympathetic to
gay and lesbian rights groups, we focus our funding to
those groups who are more universal in their goals, and
frankly the gay community's efforts are generally well
funded on their own. Additionally the FFF rejects the
bicameral view of sexuality supported by many of these
groups. We believe it is not useful to assign all
people at label of being straight or gay. We would
suggest that sexual attraction and arousal is never
exclusively based on genitalia and in a state of
evolution throughout ones adult life."
He last words were clipped short by Dr. Schmitt who
with a vengeance decried "That is a cop out, it sound
as if you just don't' whan to be associated with gay
groups. The fight for gay and lesbian rights must be
fought and won. It is far more important than your idea
nudism."
Bonnie was dumbfounded by the venom in the attack, she
struggled for an answer when Dr. Felmier calmly said "I
see the merit in Ms. Campbell's position but, also see
understand how the legacy of sexual repression had
indeed fallen hardest on those in the gay and lesbian
community."
Dr. Gustine took that opportunity to shift call on a
woman on the front row who had raised her hand earlier.
"Could several of you comment on the proposition that a
society with open and pervasive sexual culture would be
more intellectually enlightened or would such a culture
lead to a debasement of human interaction lowering it
to one of simple biological imperatives?
Dr. Birk began in his measured monotone "The
intellectual life is one of reflection and
introspection. I can not see how by increasing the
visibility of sexuality does anything but lower the
culture to the lowest common denominator. It certainly
would do nothing to stimulate creative thought."
He was more polite than Dr. Schmitt, but he clearly was
on the same vain of thought and no sooner had he
stopped speaking that Dr. Schmitt began her angry
tirade again.
"Our society is already one of pervasive exploitive
sexuality. If we wish to bring liberation to the
oppressed we must essentially do the opposite of what
Ms. Campbell is suggesting. It is only by exercising
the strong arm of the state to increase it's presence
in policing exploitive sexual practices will we improve
the intellectual climate of the nation," she took a
long breath and then continued "Force of law was needed
to desegregate the south. Force of law was needed to
begin to address gender discrimination. For the
foreseeable future, force of law will be needed to
fight discrimination based on sexual orientation. And,
contrary to Ms. Campbell's rose colored view of the
world, force of law will be needed to control the
sexual images and actions that are keeping women in
bondage."
Bonnie just sat wide eyed as she was being verbally
attacked.
Dr. Schmitt continued "If we just assumed that all sex
private, or in her world public, is consensual just
because the man doesn't use a knife to rape the woman
is to invite a world of public humiliation and
degradation of women."
For a second time Dr. Simmons-Felmier came to her
rescue.
"I'm not convinced that such pessimism is warranted. I
understand the concerns of my colleagues, but I must
differ in the application. I personally, and I think
this group as a whole, is committed to personal
liberty. I would suggest the power of sexuality to harm
and discriminate and demean is rooted in the historical
shame attached to all things sexual. Please consider
the end result of de-mystifying sexuality.
"It is worth considering the idea that the normalizing
of free and open sexual behavior would in fact reduce,
not increase, the ability of sex to be used as a weapon
and a tool for oppressors. Further I simply can not
imagine the benefit to freedom of thought of the state
becoming even more of a sex police than it already is.
Haven't we learned from the past that the freedom to
express our individuality is only hampered by state
intrusion. We as a society have come so far in the past
half century, I would suggest that Ms. Campbell's
vision is simply to keep the progress moving to its
logical conclusion."
Bonnie, still in shock from the viciousness of the
attacks was slightly more prepared to speak when the
moderator asked for her comments. She leaned forward
and searched for words.
"I..." she paused. "I, am a bit taken off guard by the
hostility to these ideas of personal freedom,
especially from a group like this so vocally committed
to free thought." As she spoke her head cleared and she
became more confident "I am used to opposition to our
ideas back home in the Bible belt," she recalled what
Cooper had told her earlier of the group Margo was
forming "I have learned just this morning a group is
being formed in Georgia, in response to the FFF's
campaign, to roll back the freedoms won in the past
decades for freedom of sexual expression. I just can't
imagine free thinkers joining the puritan crusade to
move society back to the restrictions of the 1950's,
but that is exactly what it sounded like Dr. Schmitt is
suggesting."
Her comments clearly found resonance with the audience,
but it appeared Dr. Gustine did not like the direction
this was leading so he reasserted control by abruptly
asking for other discussion topics."
The forum lasted only about 15 minutes more and Bonnie,
still reeling from the attacks said nothing. She was
busy maintaining her composure, holding back the tears
that were welling in her eyes.
When Dr. Gustine was giving a wrap-up of the
conference, Gayle slipped up behind Bonnie and asked in
her ear "Could you be available for a meet and greet in
the hospitality suite tonight after dinner?"
Bonnie, a bit surprised, nodded yes.
When Dr. Gustine finished, Gayle took the stage and
spoke of next year's conference and other such matters,
then just before dismissing the meeting she said "And,
for those of you not heading home right now, Ms.
Campbell has agreed to join me in the hospitality suite
at 7:30, so if any of you have more input for her she
will be available then." After this Gayle closed the
conference and the room began to empty quickly.
Bonnie sat at her seat pretending to organize her
papers. not wanting to get into a discussion with the
other panelist, until both Dr. Schmitt and Dr. Birk had
exited the ballroom.
It had been so draining, she was tired and just wanted
to rest. She had known, had always known that many
people were vehemently opposed to what she and Cooper
and the FFF were trying to do, but this was the first
face to face confrontation she had experienced. It was
far more upsetting than she had planned for. She just
wanted to go home right then and there.
Gayle invited her to dinner but she declined, opting to
go to her room and rest. On the phone with Cooper she
broke down and cried. Afterward she felt better.
He told her in some detail of his evening with Sherri,
Herb and the others. There was no mistaking that he had
a good time without her, and that irritated her
slightly, though she knew that was unfair.
The hotel phone woke her. She had fallen asleep after
talking to Cooper. She stumbled for the phone. It was
Gayle.
"The suite is full of people wanting to meet you, are
you coming?"
Bonnie pulled herself together and told Gayle she was
on her way.
She brushed her hair and teeth. In the mirror she saw
her silk blouse was now wrinkled, she pulled the other
one from the hanging bag. She buttoned only the first
few buttons and pulled on the grey suit jacket and
headed out the door.
The hospitality suite was actually a conference room
set up like a lounge area, with sofa's and overstuffed
chairs, and fortunately for Bonnie who had not eaten
since lunch, a table of finger food. The room was not
crowded but there were at least two dozen people
sitting or standing in small groups. No sooner had she
entered than every eye turned to her. Though she was
now used to being the center of attention, after the
last session she was apprehensive despite the warm
smiles directed her way.
She quickly noticed that the group waiting for her was
visibly younger than most of the conference attendees.
She had earlier been taken by the sea of middle aged
baby boomer faces in the audience only sprinkled by
perhaps one in ten who appeared to be in their twenties
or early thirties; but in the hospitality suite it
looked like a college group with only a hand full of
the thirty-odd people showing gray. For Bonnie the most
important thing at that moment was that she did not
feel any hostility, it was much more like the groups
that to whom she had presented before.
"Bonnie!" Gayle called "Just in time, the natives were
getting restless," she quipped as she crossed the room
a bespeckled and slightly overweight young man in tow.
Arriving by her side she introduced Orin, her husband.
She went on to say he was Dr. Orin Perkins, assistant
professor of philosophy at University of Minnesota at
Duluth.
"I was able to sit in on your second lecture," he began
extending his hand "It certainly pushed the boundaries
and I'm sure it will stimulate discussion for some
time."
She took his hand "That is the whole idea, get people
thinking and talking"
"That it did," he agreed.
Gayle took Bonnie by the shoulder and led her to a
place near the center of the room and raised her voice
"OK people, Bonnie Campbell is here to meet and greet.
I'm sure you will find her even more fascinating one on
one. Show her some good Minnesota hospitality."
After a short round of applause Bonnie thought she
should say something "I'm glad to be here, but I'm not
sure how interesting I am." As she looked around the
room speaking, she moved her eyes from person to
person. They were watching her intently, waiting for
her to say something.
To give herself time she said "It's a bit stuffy, don't
mind if I take off my jacket," and it was a bit stuffy,
but she knew their response to her shirt of alternating
narrow opaque white stripes and wider sheer stripes
white would give her a clue as to how she might go
forward. Out of habit she straightened her posture to
lift and accentuate her bust.
Across from her was the buffet back by a mirror. In it
she could see her reflection and the fact the overall
effect was less sheer than she thought it would be;
however, she was pleased she looked firm and perky in
the half see-through shirt. Scanning back across the
room she judged the looked on the faces.
Not surprisingly every man's face had a smile, and she
was pleased that there were only a few scowls from the
women and even those were not hostile. She relaxed,
feeling at home in a friendly crowd she began speaking
"If you'll give me a minute I'll tell you a little bit
about me."
"I am in reality just a fairly typical wife and mother.
I've been married for over twenty years, my husband and
I have two teenage children, I am active in my church.
I have a bachelors degree, but until recently I have
been a full time, stay at home mom. I've been a
homeroom mom, a cub scout den mother, a PTA president,
an assistant tee-ball coach, and even the president of
the local garden club."
"For the majority of my married life my husband and I
were monogamous, and it was me, not him, that initiated
our move from monogamy. Further it was not out of some
attempt to save a doomed marriage, we, in fact came to
believe monogamy was not the only good lifestyle choice
some years before we actually acted on it the first
time. And my first foray into open marriage was with my
best friend and then with her husband as well. I say
all this to let you know that I teach this material
because I believe it and I live what I believe. I
don't' believe that monogamy is wrong or second class,
or even celibacy, rather I believe each person should
make his or her own lifestyle choice and be free to
live out that choice without shame or a need to hide
behind closed doors."
"So if you'll excuse me I'm going to raid the buffet
for a moment and then I would like to meet and get to
know you as you get to know me," Bonnie said before
moving the buffet.
Behind her Gayle said "I don't have the figure to pull
off that outfit, and even if I did I wouldn't have the
courage."
Bonnie began picking out some finger sandwiches, "Gayle
you are very cute, you would look great in this." And
Bonnie was sure she would at 5' 4" and about 110 lbs
she wasn't a supermodel, but she was cute and well
proportioned. Yes, she would look good in the nude.
"But that is not the point," Bonnie went on "I've seen
many, many naked women, and I have found most of us
look pretty much the same. It's just feeling confident
about who you are, under the skin, then the it's easy
to be comfortable in your skin."
She looked back at Gayle and smiled.
The evening went quickly. Many people just wanted to
voice support, others were professors who wanted to ask
about speaking to their class or campus leaders who
asked about presentations to their student group.
At nine, Gayle flashed the lights and told the
remaining people the hospitality room would close. For
the next ten minutes Bonnie gave out her FFF email
address ten times and handed out the last few of the
business cards she had brought to Minnesota.
Soon the room was empty and Gayle and Orin were picking
up the last of their literature from the different
tables. Bonnie relaxed on arm of a sofa "I think that
went well, thanks for suggesting it."
Gayle slipped down onto the sofa across from Bonnie
"Yea, I think it did. What do you think Orin, some of
your colleagues were here."
He stood behind Gayle's couch, "Oh, I think they were
quite taken with Ms. Campbell," he looked up at Bonnie
"You have quite a way about you. I'm afraid my fellows
rarely get to rub shoulders with people as winsome as
you."
"Well, I'm now winsome. I like that," Bonnie chuckled.
Gayle corrected "Oh, he's right. You are a breath of
fresh air. I'm afraid the musty and dull comes with the
ground in the world oh philosophy. Trust me between my
events and Orin's I had begun to think all the world
was stuffy, self absorbed and disdainful of all things
fun and alive. I really think that is why you got
attacked at the open forum, you made a broadside attack
on their belief in the superiority of tedium."
It was Orin's turn to chuckle, "Well said Gayle. I
think I might quote you in class on Monday."
Gayle acknowledged the complement then added "and to
top it off, when you took off your jacket, I thought
some of their eyes would pop out of their heads."
"oh, was it too much?"
"No, just right I'd say. After the slides in your
presentation, it was just enough to keep them off
balance, while supporting your overall premise." Gayle
supported while Orin nodded in agreement. "And besides,
you look very hot."
"I'm glad you thought it worked. I actually had not
planned on wearing it today, but I wrinkled the other
blouse. I still think it would look great on you. I bet
Orin would agree."
She looked to her husband who grinned but clearly was
not sure whether agreeing or not would be in his best
interest.
Gayle shook her head, "I told you I'm just not pretty
enough to wear something like that."
"Orin," Bonnie chided. "Are you going to let her say
that?"
"You would look great in that," he sheepishly answered.
Then paused and tentatively said "What I would give to
see you at a party in that"
She turned her head to look at him "Really? You
wouldn't mind if I wore something like that?"
"Well, not on campus, but like to one of her events,
sure. You look great, I've told you that a hundred
times," he answered with increasing confidence.
"But isn't that like showing me off like some
possession."
Bonnie intervened before this got out of hand, "Gayle,
it is my experience that the confident and respectful
man wants his wife to feel good about herself and it is
the man who wants to hide is woman away is the one to
watch out for."
Gayle looked back at Bonnie and evidently thought
through what she had said "I guess, your right. I
should be glad he is confident in me, and my ability to
choose."
Bonnie nodded.
"I just cant imagine having the confidence to do the
things you do."
"Like what?" Bonnie queried.
"Like showing a photo of you having sex. Am I right in
understanding that you do it with other people in the
room watching?"
"Sure, sex is positive and natural and not bad for the
environment" Bonnie said feeling a bit empowered. "I
guess I should be surprised that a erudite, educated
free thinker like you has only had sex behind closed
doors. It would seem to me that that is, or should seem
more unusual," she cocked her head looking for an
answer.
Clearly Orin was uncomfortable, but Gayle was pondering
the question.
"I'm not trying to be combative, but how can you feel
free from centuries of repression when you have never
engaged in the most basic and important life events
when firmly hidden from all other people. Can't you see
that is the long arm of the puritans governing your
life even now?"
Gayle continued to think and even looked back at Orin
for support, he just looked back at her as if to say he
had no response. After a few moments of silence.
"Well, it's not like I've never been in a room where
people are having sex. In college one year I had a room
mate who had her boyfriend sleep over like a couple
nights a month. The first few months of the semester I
just quietly slipped out of the room when he came over,
but one night I had a paper to work on and the came
over and before I knew it I could hear them behind me,
doing it. Now she said the same kind of things you do
and had called me provincial for my embarrassment over
she and her boyfriend having sex in our room. So I just
stayed at my desk, but to be honest I didn't get any
work done, in fact I went to the bathroom to get myself
off even before they were done. After that I just
stayed in the room and pretended it was no big deal."
"And was it?" Bonnie asked. "A big deal, I mean."
"Well, yes and no. It did get to be normal, but it also
made me feel bad that I couldn't' be so open."
"Were you sexual active at the time?"
"Well, I had been, but that semester I wasn't' dating
anyone."
"So you were celibate the whole year?" Bonnie asked.
Gayle glanced back at Orin then slowly said, "Well, no,
not exactly."
"Not exactly?"
"Well, no, I had a friend, he wasn't like a boyfriend,
but he and I would get together from time to time and
mess around. I didn't date all that much in college. I
was rather a drab bookworm."
Orin cut in "Don't give her that! What she means is the
guys were too intimidated by her. She was quite the
young scholar and could have gone to any school she
wanted but chose to go to little Juniata College where
she was leaps and bounds the brightest one in school.
Gayle here is quite the scholar in her own right, and
barring any unforeseen rejection of her dissertation in
the spring, she will be Dr. Simmons-Perkins, Ph.D."
"Well congratulations" Bonnie put in.
Gayle shrugged "What can I say, my great grandfather
was dean of Juniata College, I had to go to the school
when the dorm was even named Simmons Hall for my
family."
Bonnie nodded.
"But yes, I'll admit it I was a big fish in a very
little pond. And yes that did hurt my chances in
dating"
"So why didn't you invite the 'friend' over to your
room when your roommate was home?"
"I couldn't, he was seeing someone", She smiled broadly
"He was and is, a very flamboyantly and publicly gay.
He had a boyfriend, but he and I did it regularly on
the sly for about three years until he graduated, and
then," she paused "A few times since then we have
gotten together."
She looked up at Orin, "I'm sorry I never told you."
He patted her on the shoulder "You never pretended to
be a virgin when we met, I certainly wasn't. And if it
had been a big deal to me I would have asked"
She smiled and turned back to Bonnie "To by honest I
was very much in love with him, but he was committed
and convinced he was gay despite how much we enjoyed
sex together."
"So, for me it had to be just fun with a friend, and,
yes, I had wished I had brought him to let Collette
watch, I fanaticized about it a lot, and then the next
year when she moved out and I had a new roomy I
fantasized about having her watch us, but I let the
chance slip away."
"Well, you are still young and don't have to hide your
love. You and Orin should talk about it, step out and
try bringing your sexuality out of the closet."
"Yea, right," she said looking around to Orin, "He's so
shy, he'd never do it"
Orin looked back "I don't think your giving me enough
credit. I'm more adventurous than you think?"
"Really?" she responded a bit wide eyed.
"Yes, really," he said somewhat indignantly.
"And who do you know who would just let us get down
right in front of them?"
He was taken aback, "I don't know, I just said don't
count me out, if you wanted to do it, I'd be right
there for you."
Gayle turned back to Bonnie "Well, I think you may have
made some converts, though I don't know when we would
really have an opportunity to really try it out."
Bonnie slid off the arm of the couch and into the deep
cushion.
"The first time I did it in front of spectators was on
a big rock, on the side of a jungle lake." Bonnie said,
knowing full well it was not exactly the first time she
had been seen having sex but it fit the narrative
better "My husband's company sponsored a trip to the
Caribbean and..." she related the story, except leaving
out the part about the group of teenagers, that would
just be too much she thought. "And I loved others
joining in by watching, it was like this whole new
world had opened up. Why did I have to wait all those
years, when I had fantasized about it for more than a
decade? Fear? Guilt? What ever it was, I wish I had
been your age when I stepped out."
Bonnie saw Gayle and Orin's minds working and so
decided to push the issue "Those same reasons will not
go away, you just have to push them aside and decide to
claim the day as yours, the opportunity is right in
front of you to try," she knew these were bright
people; she didn't need to be any more direct than
that, so she stopped speaking and relaxed on the sofa.
Gayle slowly looked back at Orin, and gripped his hand.
Bonnie and surly Gayle could see the tent formed in her
husband's slacks. Gayle looked back at Bonnie who
waited then said "I think it is up to you."
Gayle's eyes scanned the room, clearly thinking this
through then looked back at Bonnie, "Will you want to
join in?"
"How about I just play coach for now?"
Gayle nodded, her eyes now showing a bit of panic,
Bonnie knew she would need to help. "Here," she said
rising to her feet "Stand up."
Bonnie crossed the space between the facing couches and
offered a hand to Gayle. Bonnie helped her to her feet
then turned her to face her husband.
"Orin, come on over here" Bonnie softly commanded and
before he arrived, she reached to the hem of Gayle's
blouse and began raising it. Gayle silently obliged by
lifting her arms and the blouse came off and was
dropped to the floor, followed by the Playtex bra.
Orin' eyes focused on what Bonnie estimated to be a 34B
chest with tiny pink nipples. His style left something
to be desired, but his enthusiasm was intense and he
took each breast in turn and suckled hard.
While the young couple kissed like first time lovers,
let her left hand rest on Gayle's shoulder while her
right hand silently unzipped her own skirt and let it
fall to the floor. When their kissing began to slacken,
Bonnie had no trouble loosening the fastener on the
back of Gaye's skirt and guiding it to the ground
beside her own. As expected, where Bonnie wore only a
pair of thigh high stockings under her skirt, Gayle
sported full pantyhose and panties underneath.
Having also removed her own blouse, Bonnie pulled up
close to Gayle, her firm nipples pressed on the
younger, shorter woman's upper back. She knew full well
the jolt of energy that would give as she held Gayle's
hips in her hands. She whispered in Gayle's ear "Nice
isn't it?"
Only a small gurgle was the positive reply.
Orin finally took some initiative and hooked his
fingers in her pantyhose and pulled the hose and
panties down to her hips.
"Good idea Orin, but I think she will need to sit."
Bonnie turned the group around and pulled Gayle down in
her lap on the sofa. Bonnie splayed her legs and Gayle
slid down to the cushion just in front of her mentor.
"Here, this will work better" Bonne told the now eager
husband, and he quickly went to work freeing his wife
from her shoes, skirt, hose and panties before burring
his face in her thick pubic hair. He legs spread wider
and she pushed back on Bonnie, whose smoothly shaven
mouns was firmly wedged at the small of Gayle's back.
To stabilize the woman in front Bonnie wrapped her arms
around her waist as her husband's ministrations were
beginning to show effect.
Bonnie was surprised at how quickly Gayle's hips began
to undulate in front of her and how good the
undulations felt on her own vulva. "Looks like I'm
going to get off after all," she thought as the
vertebra in Gayle's back rubbed up and down on her
clit.
Bonnie's hand's, without her conscious thought, slipped
up and embraced the two breasts just above them.
Gayle's chest arched to meet the hands, confirming her
enjoyment. Shortly thereafter began deep breaths, the
harbinger of Gayle's climax. It took longer than Bonnie
had expected for her new friend to crest, and her hips
moved from gentle undulations to wild bucking; so much
for getting herself off with this wild ride.
Before Gayle's heart had even begun to slow after her
full body orgasm, Orin had shed his pants and guided
his not particularly large penis into his wife and
immediately commenced full speed thrusting. Bonnie
could see over Gayle's shoulder to the penetration
point and it was apparent her sitting position coupled
with his short reach was not working. Bonnie grasped
Gayle's thighs and pulled upward, bringing the knees to
her chest and tilting her pelvis forward, toward Orin's
efforts.
Bonnie could see and feel the solid pelvis to pelvis
contact the next thrust made. Gale's soft thighs
compressed completely as Orin gained a better purchase
by reaching beyond his wife and gripping Bonnie's
shoulders as an anchor point. By the third thrust
Bonnie was feeling the strong impact, though Gayle's
body onto her mound pressed, and spread open on her
backbone. His vigor surprised Bonnie as he drove his
penis down hard over and over again with out losing
speed.
"He's good" Bonnie said into Gayle's ear, but loud
enough to encourage her husband. She followed up the
comment with a series of soft kisses on Gayle's neck.
Orin pressed home and held, then kissed his wife
deeply. At first Bonnie though he was climaxing, but
then he began to grind on her while continuing the
kiss. Bonnie had clearly underestimated this geek. He
was not a bad lover. She wondered if her new friend
knew and appreciated her husband's skills.
His kisses lowed to her chest and he took each small,
but full breast in his mouth and gently kissed and
sucked the nipples. With his body now holding Gayle's
legs, Bonnie extended her grasp to Orion's hips. She
felt the circular grind punctuated with pelvic thrusts.
Gayle's hands reached back and down to Bonnie's hips
and she began her hip thrusts again, meeting her
husband thrust to thrust. He second climax was followed
soon by a quivering Bonnie could feel in Orin's hips as
he ejaculated hard with, one, two, three, four defiant
shots into his wife's womb, before becoming limp and
sliding to the floor.
With out his body pressing her onto Bonnie, or Bonnie
holding her legs, Gayle slid off the sofa into her
husband's lap were the held each other, breathing very
hard.
Bonnie, very aroused but not finished, swung her legs
up on the sofa and began to finger her clit with
purpose. She knew her climax was close, so she closed
her eyes and focused her energy on her sensitive
crotch. The sensations were intense, but she kept
letting them build, holding off her orgasm.
She was not disturbed or even surprised when a soft
hand began to caress her thigh, then a second slid
across her tender swollen breast. In the back of her
head she was aware that Gayle evidently had done this
before as she did not interfere with her rhythm (as a
man would) but enhanced the moment with additional
supporting stimulation. Just the right support to bring
off a first climax and the soft hands did not change
their rhythm as Bonnie quickly worked up to a second,
then a third climax in rapid succession.
By then Bonnie was oblivious to everything but her own
pleasure "Put your fingers in me," she ordered without
opening her eyes or changing the rhythm on her clit.
The hand from her breast and thigh moved. One returned
to pull her right thigh off the sofa to make room for a
small hand between her legs.
Two fingers parted her sensitive lips and one pressed
in as far as it would reach.
"Three fingers" Bonnie commanded.
She dimly felt one set of fingers spreading her lips
and a group of fingers push into the sensitive flesh of
her inner self.
"Do me hard" Bonnie again barked.
The first two thrusts were tepid.
"Hard!"
The next was firmer and the next made her shake.
"Yea, like that."
The moment had not been lost to Bonnie, but the change
had slowed her progression down. It took several
minutes of had rubbing and hard finger fucking to get
her back to the brink. But she did and over the top
like a bursting water balloon the shock waves swirled
from her now painfully sensitive sex. One big wave
followed by a series of waves that rippled through her
until she lay still, and unable to move.
She turned her head to the side after a moment and
opened her eyes. Gayle was on all fours beside the
sofa, and Orin, evidently ready to go again, was
guiding his renewed erection into her.
"Well," Bonnie groggily said, "I guess even stuffy
professors are good for more than a one shot evening."
Gayle looked up to her right and smiled at Bonnie.
Orin, pressed his organ home and said "I must admit
this is unusual, but you did put on quite a show."
"I was just the audience, you and Gayle were the show.
And you did much better than I had expected. Gayle
should know she's lucky to have a good lover like you."
He blushed, gripped his hands into Gayle's soft ass and
began short but firm strokes. They came fast, due to
their short stroke length and with each ram home a
shock wave moved through her thighs and buttocks. She
kept her eyes on Bonnie's as her body shook from the
impacts.
"Good?" Bonnie asked.
"Oh, yea," she said breathlessly.
"I thought you said you didn't have much sexual
experience in college. You knew what you were doing on
me. You were no novice, I know better."
Laboring to speak though the pounding she was taking
from her other end she said "I said…. I was not real...
popular with the guys... but in the... girls dorm... we
learned to... take care of, our dorm sisters..."
Bonnie laughed, her feeling coming back to her body,
"Oh, yea I understand."
"yea, we wall flowers... had to stick together."
"When you weren't fucking your gay friend."
"Right"
Although Orin's penis might have been ready for round
two, his cardo system was not. After not more than four
or five minutes his breath was ragged and sweat was
running down his face and chest. He took a pause, then
started again more slowly and less firmly.
Gayle looked back at him "You OK?"
He heaved out an affirmative, but it was clear to
Bonnie he was not. Gayle evidently could see that too.
She rocked forward, releasing his still fully hard
penis, and rolled to a sitting position.
She reached forward and began stroking his penis.
"Here, you don't have to cum now, we can wait till
later."
He, very red in the face and clearly at the end of his
endurance did not disagree and just collapsed down on
his side.
Bonnie pulled herself to a sitting position "I think
you need to get him home."
"I think so too." Gayle agreed and she began gathering
her clothes.
Dressed and ready to go Gayle pulled Bonnie in a close
hug. "Thank you so much for coming and, well
everything."
Bonnie was moved by the sincerity of her emotion, "This
is my mission in life now, and I am so happy to be
here," she hugged her back and then said in her ear
"And besides, you kicked my ass with that finger fuck"
and kissed her on the cheek.
Gayle offered to pick Bonnie up at the airport, but
Bonnie declined saying, "I think you guys should stay
in bed late tomorrow," with a wink before closing the
door to her hotel room for the night.
To be continued...
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