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In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 41 (part 1)

Updated: Apr 4

A note from the Professor:
The revision for the wrap-up chapter for the girl’s trip has been underway for over two months. What was one chapter that ran about 40 pages is now two chapters that run around 140 pages. Thus, each of the two chapters are way more than the 50-page maximum I’ve set for myself. In the case of this chapter, it runs over 38,000 words, so I’ve broken it into two posts to make it easier to read.
I didn’t add events per se, but there was a lot to say here as I am wrapping up not just the trip, but the foundations upon which the next 35 chapters are built. Perhaps I need to redo the book divisions. In some ways, the content of these next two chapters gets heavier than you had bargained for, but I think they are important to what this project is all about.
I will also apologize in advance there are large sections of chapter 41 that did not lend themselves to illustration (part 2 only has three illustrations); though I think the ones I’ve provided are quite good.
I do hope you enjoy chapter 41.

In Search of the Final Freedom: An Erotic Socio-Political Novel


Raising the Revolutionary Flag of a Sexual Freedom

Chapter 41

Marcy’s Tale

The next morning, the final morning in their beach rental, Bonnie found it strange to find Sarah and Caitlin grabbing a bite to eat wearing their travel clothes. True to their declarations they believed in nudism, as far as Bonnie could recall, it was the first time she’d seen either of them wearing much more than jewelry around the rental house all week. Even still the attire was sure to get them noticed at every stop they made on the way home. Even Bailey, who Sarah had said always dressed in baggy, form-hiding clothes would be pushing the boundaries of legality in conservative north Florida or in Georgia. Then she reminded herself that the mini-skirt (sans panties) and slightly sheer linen halter top she wore might not gather a single look on Miami Beach, but she knew full well she’d get her own admiring (and condemning) stares at every stop on the way home.

Sarah must have noticed Bonnie’s looks and said “Now that we are Euro-Club girls, we have both decided we will dress the part. I suspect that when we go back to school, there will be people who don’t even recognize the new Bailey Hildebrandt.”

All Bonnie could do was agree. It was not just her clothes; it was Bailey herself. She seemed to have come out of a cocoon. Marcy had said that on the phone, DeeDee mentioned the old Bailey had come back. That was a win for sure.

At 9:30, half an hour before they were to vacate the premises, Marcy put the five girls to work cleaning up and ensuring nothing was accidentally left behind. “It doesn’t have to be actually clean, but Trish put down a $500 deposit and I want her to get back every penny.”

As they worked, Bailey asked, “Mrs. C., what do we do with the bulletin board?”

She looked at the corkboard covered in filled condoms and said, “You have to know that we can’t simply leave your trophies on the board. They all need to go in the trash.” Then she amended her directions. “First find Misty and ask if she wants photos of the five of you with your trophies before you start taking them down. My guess is she will.”

Even though Bonnie had thought the condom collection was gross at first, she found herself hating to see it go. She even agreed to be the one to take the photos of the five girls, now all officially Euro-Club members, gathered around the board. Somehow, she knew this photo would go down in lore.

At five till ten, the van was packed, and they paraded the block and a half up the street to where the van was parked.

Marcy was behind the wheel and both Bonnie and Trish had deliberately sat back with the girls in the middle row of seats. The brand-new Ford they had rented from Avis was set up like a tiny bus and was remarkably quiet, that was why Bonnie decided she could do some debriefing as they drove. She wanted to help the girls put all the new experiences they’d had in the past week into the context of their larger lives. She knew that Marcy had finally decided to tell Sarah and the others her own story as both an example and as a warning, but Bonnie first wanted to work the girls up to that. Over the week, Marcy had been dropping more tidbits of that decade and a half she was a sexually free young woman; but Bonnie didn’t even know the outline of the narrative itself. Once they were out of the city and onto the interstate highway, Bonnie asked her daughter. “So? Did you get all the pictures you wanted?”

Misty, who was in the process of transferring all the files from the half-dozen memory cards to her laptop, said “Well, I don’t think I could ever get all the photos I want.”

Bonnie had to laugh. “I guess you are right. Then what didn’t you get that you really wanted.”

Misty didn’t hesitate, “I really wanted to shoot a set of you and Roca really going through with it. After all, you said he made it clear he wanted to have sex with you, not just make out and put the tip of that giant cock in on the beach.”

Bonnie laughed “Oh how I wish…but he is a pro. Even if I had gone with him to his apartment, there is no way he would let you shoot photos of us having sex…. though I’ll confess I really…I mean I REALLY wanted to take him up on his offer to go back to his place for a few hours of sweaty fun. But I made the rule about not going off alone. As much as I wanted to, I was not going to break my own rule.”

Haley, who sat next to Misty on the back row, said “I would have gone with you. At rodeos, I haven’t banged a high school guy in over a year. I know I’ve done it dozens of times with guys his age…though none so hot or with a dick anything like the monster he has.”

Bonnie hesitated. Should she tell the truth? Yes, she should…or at least would. She looked back at Haley who sat behind her. “OK, I’ll confess. I actually thought about giving the van keys to Misty and telling Roca you had recently turned eighteen.” Bonnie took a breath before spewing out “Just visualizing having a threesome with you and Roca literally made my thighs clench with desire. But I wasn’t about to do that. Your mom can pretend she doesn’t know you have sex with adult men, but it would be hard to do so if we were having a threesome. Have you ever considered that is why she is fine with you having sex with Gregg with her in your trailer, but not the cowboys?”

Haley looked at Bonnie. “Yes, I have. But I want to be sure I heard what you said. Did you mean that thinking of having sex with me as well as Roca turned you on? That is so cool.”

While Bonnie tried to think of a way out of the jam her big mouth had just gotten her into, Misty bailed her mother out. “Don’t push her to answer that; but think about it. A month ago, she had a foursome which included a girl who is less than half a year older than you... and a month before that she did it with a guy who hadn’t even graduated from Jeff Davis yet. And in the last two days she has done it with both Zara and Brett. You know you are so smoldering hot everyone who gets around you wants you to choose them….both guys and girls. You know that is true, don’t pretend you don’t. I know full well for the last two years you carefully chose which jocks to screw to ensure you got the reputation as the hottest lay at Jeff Davis. You seem to forget I was the school sports photographer. When you had sex with Jay Driskell in the bed of his monster pickup after the big win over Macon High, you knew…you knew it would be all over school by Monday. We both know that you didn’t do him because you had the hots for him, you did him to let everyone know you could. Then, you did more or less the same thing when you screwed Dwyane LaKay Smith during basketball season. That is why if there is one person at school the cheerleaders hate more than me, it’s you.”

Bailey, who sat with Sarah on the front row, turned back to the older girls and vigorously agreed. “They do. They really hate you.”

Caitlin chimed in “You know that your worth is not just measured by who loves you, but by the kind of people who hate you.”

Misty seconded that and added, “You and I are two peas in a pod and we have the right kind of enemies.”

Bailey surprised Bonnie when she added “Haley, do you know what the football players call you? They call you Beartrap. They call you that because the guys you catch don’t see it coming, then when you get his dick in your pussy, you don’t let go till he is half dead. I spent all spring with the jocks, and they talk a lot. They like to put girls into categories, but you have a category all to yourself. They all know that most of the guys who say they have done you are lying, but you are kind of a legend. They say that you do who you want when you want and no one else. They don’t know what to think of you; but they are sure that once you decide you want a guy, there is no escape till you have gotten all he has to give.”

Haley smiled broadly. Evidently, at least some of that was news to her…and she liked it.

Some time ago, Misty had told her mother that Haley didn’t normally do it with guys from Jeff Davis (other than Gregg & Connie’s boyfriend Devin). She’d said that the exception to the rule was that Haley had deliberately picked out one star player during the past two basketball and football seasons; then she used guile to arrange it so that she was able to give each of the four of them a workout she knew would get her a reputation. While her daughter had told her all that, Bonnie had no idea the plan had actually worked. In some ways, Haley was very odd. On the surface she seemed not to care a wit what people thought of her; she never wore makeup, nor did she make any attempt to dress fashionably and she was completely detached from the social life at Jefferson Davis High. Yet, she had with considerable forethought cultivated a very specific image that emphasized her claim to personal autonomy with one of wanton, even predatory, sexuality. Yes, she was in a category of her own, as Bonnie was sure she had intended. At Bailey’s comment, Bonnie thought about when at the swing club, she had heard Woodie quip that his life was riding surfboards all day and hot bodies all night. She mused that Haley could say the same thing, except that she rode horses by day, not a surfboard.

Haley seemed to be quite pleased with Bailey’s report. “I’ve heard a little of that, but I didn’t know they had a name for me. ‘Beartrap,’ I rather like that.” She seemed to say the word to herself and then said “Yes, I do like it. I’ve been looking for a name to use as a moniker at rodeos. I think starting next week when I’m in Huntsville, I will have myself listed as Haley “Beartrap” Jackson.”

Bonnie was all too happy that Misty and Bailey had pulled the conversation in a new direction. She did not want to admit, even to herself, that Haley had drawn even her into her sensual trap. Yes, Haley was very, very desirable; but Bonnie wasn’t about to say that out loud.

Bonnie decided it was time to launch into the debrief. “Ladies, here is the plan. I know everyone is tired, and likely hungry since we’ve not had more than nibbles as we packed, and we have a twelve-hour drive home. As for food, I wanted to get out of the metro Miami area before we stop. According to Google Maps, there is a Denny’s a little over an hour from here. The working plan is to stop there. As we drive toward home, I have a question for each of you to answer, and I hope we will all benefit from one another’s insights. We have plenty of time if you need time to think, but what I want to know is what have you learned this week. I know we have all learned a lot, but each of us will have come away with something different. It may be that your primary takeaway is about yourself, or about sex in general or about how communities and society treat women’s sexuality. There is no right answer. Some of you will have short answers and others will have longer ones. That’s OK. Once we’ve all shared, Marcy wants to tell the story of her teenage life with us.”

Bonnie looked between the seats to Sarah who sat in the seat directly in front of her. “A few months ago you asked your mother to tell you about her experiences with sex when she was your age. At the time she was not prepared to answer, but she has not forgotten you’d asked. Later, Trish will take the wheel and your mother will come back here to tell you, and the rest of us, her story.” She then directed a final comment to all five girls. Though she’d said this before, she knew it was too important not to repeat. “The other thing I want all of you to do before we get home is to go through your cell phone and delete any photos you should not have. If you have any questions what is OK and what is not, I’ll be glad to help. And, those you delete, make sure they are also deleted from your cloud backup. My advice is that on the way home, any photos that show nudity of you or anyone else, even if it is perfectly legal, should be taken off your phone and your phone’s cloud backup and put on a laptop. Misty has agreed to curate a combined archive of photos that she will make available to you all, so the best thing to do is to move all your trip photos to her laptop. The plan is, she will work the whole drive home to be able to give Caitlin, Bailey, and Haley a thumb drive of all the legally safe images that contain your photo before we get home. Yes, topless and nude photos of you all from the beach are legal, but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t be used against you or anyone contained in it if somehow, they get sent to someone outside this group. According to Red from the Guild, you can encrypt and password photo files as a protection against misuse if you do send one in an email. Also remember that since the photos overlap, you will have many topless and nude photos of your friends. You should not share them with anyone without the permission of everyone included. While Trish and I give you blanket permission to share photos that include images of us; you can’t give anyone a copy of any file that shows Mrs. Marshal, even if she is fully clothed. You have to understand the consequences to her job if those pictures go public.”

From the driver’s seat Marcy made an announcement “I am strongly considering making this my last year at Jeff Davis; however, if the wrong photos start circulating it may well preclude me from even doing that. I realize we have no idea how many people took photos of us this week; but I’m counting on the fact that with all you hot young things parading around like you did, no one was desperate enough to try to get a close-up of me.”

There were some laughs, but all nodded in agreement. Marcy’s declaration that she might stop teaching was news to Bonnie, though given all her talk about returning to who she was before she got married; it was not a surprise. And of course, Marcy had never taught at the high school for the money.

After a pause for comments, Bonnie asked “Any questions with the plan?”

Without any, Bonnie said “I’d already told Trish what we were going to do, so she is prepared to go first.” She turned to Trish who sat beside her. “You’re on.”

All eyes went to Trish as she began.

“Before I say anything else, I want to thank all five of you girls. It may be hard for you to understand, but this week you have supported and helped me more than you know. I may be nearly forty, but this week has been transformative for me, sort of a coming out and you five have embraced me not as a crazy old woman, but as a friend and peer. That second day, when I agreed to have sex with Franklin, the only concern I had was that you guys would be grossed out by seeing me having sex in front of you.”

“Grossed out?” Haley said “You were hot as fuck.”

Bailey added “I wasn’t there that time, but last night I couldn’t stop watching you while you, Stephen and Red went on and on. Why do you think I wanted them to do me later on.”

Trish smiled “Thank you.” Then she turned to Bonnie “And before you ask, literally as they were leaving, Brett pinned me up against the front door. So I did what I said, over the week, I had sex with all six of the guild guys as well as Kimi and Zara.”

Bonnie shook her head “I wasn’t going to ask. But I was wondering.”

Haley added “She wasn’t the only one to have sex with all eight of them. Over the week, I did it with all of them as well.”

Misty seconded “So did I.”

Trish reached out to touch Misty on the shoulder “That is what I’m saying. You guys took me in as if I were one of you. I want you to know, I owe you a debt and if there is anything I can do for you, you have a second home with me. As most of you know, my new house on the lake is almost done. When it is, you have a permanently open door.”

Bonnie could see the girls were both gratified and a little embarrassed by Trish’s heartfelt gratitude.

“Of course, you all know those six guys weren’t even half of the men I screwed this week” Trish continued. “In seven days, I crammed in what for most women would be a lifetime of sleeping around. Other than a somewhat sore pussy, I came away with some important lessons. I’ll just tell you two of them right now. One lesson I want to tell you is about me and the person I want to be. The other is about how I want to guide my son as he becomes a young man.”

Bonnie thought “This is a good start.”

“You see when I was in high school, I never had sex even once. I didn’t even come close. I was afraid. I was afraid I wasn’t pretty enough to be wanted. I was afraid guys would think my body was gross if they saw me naked. I was afraid of getting humiliated if I wasn’t any good at sex. It wasn’t until last summer when I was with my family at the beach did I finally consider that perhaps I wasn’t so ugly. As some of you know I went with Byron and my mother to Savana. Would you believe I didn’t even own a true bikini until that trip? That week, I bought a bikini and when I worked up the nerve to wear it at the beach; I found that if I gave them a chance men wanted to look at me. I found that my body was good enough for me to attract a very handsome and successful man with whom I had a brief but intense affair right under my mother’s nose. It was only during that trip that I finally accepted that men could find me desirable. Then, as all of you know, just a couple of months ago, Misty’s father taught me what real love making is all about. It has been so hard for me to take charge of my sexuality. I was still letting others set the agenda. Even before we got here, Sherry Connors and I had several long talks and she challenged me to take this opportunity to play the role of the person I wanted to be rather than the role that the circumstances of life have forced on me.”

She looked at Bonnie “A little bird told me that you have been wondering what had happened to the Trish Simms you know. The answer is, I left her back in Sparta. What you have seen this week is who fifteen-year-old Trish Martin wanted to be, what twenty-five-year-old Trish Simms wanted to be.” She looked up to where Marcy was driving “Marcy, you helped a lot. I don’t know I would have had the courage without you. If you hadn’t been there, I never would have invited Hans and Otto to our place. Never in a million years. But once I’d screwed two men I’d just met that day, I was able to go forward. Each step, each time I played the role of a wanton man-eater, the more I found that person was me. The swing club made it easy to proposition strangers, and I did…repeatedly. Though the sex was fun for sure, what I was really doing was convincing myself I could indeed actively seek out my own pleasure. That is why it seemed like every time you turned around, I had spread my legs for another man. I knew I only had this week. So, what I learned on this trip was that I can be the woman I’ve always wanted to be. No, I won’t be on the prowl every night in Sparta. No girls, I won’t be seducing your boyfriends…. well not until they are eighteen.”

That garnered a laugh from Haley who said “Oh, you wouldn’t have to seduce Gregg. After he sees the photos from this week, he will be at your heels begging.”

That got more laughs.

“I will, however, continue with Cooper.” She again turned to the front of the van “and if you don’t mind Marcy, I’d like to come by your place perhaps a couple of times a month to see your husband too.”

From the driver’s seat Marcy replied “He’d love that. And so would I.”

Trish looked to the girls “You five helped me as much as anyone. Each of you are exactly the kind of girl I’d wanted to be. I’ll confess, deep in my heart, I’m a little jealous that you have been able to achieve what I could not… until now. And that brings me to the other thing I learned…and this was entirely due to you girls. You demonstrated with the Guild boys and with Zac and Mitch that teenage boys can be freed both from the corrosive Purity Culture and from abusive machismo. You showed that Byron does not have to choose between sexual repression and sexual exploitation. I’d been struggling with how to present free-love to him in a way that would not turn girls into notches on a bed post.”

Trish looked right at Haley “I would like to spend some time with you and your mother in the next few weeks. I’d like your help in working out how you have learned to tame even the most macho men to respect you. I would like to work out how I can teach Byron that girls can maintain their personal autonomy even while he has recreational sex with them.”

Bonnie put in “That’s a great idea. If you don’t mind, when I get back from my trip to seem my parents, since Lamar and Byron are the same age, I’d love to be part of that conversation.”

Haley seemed to be taken off guard by their request. “Sure. I’ll let Mom know.”

Sarah jumped in “Mrs. Simms, I bet Bailey and I can help teach them how to act.”

From the driver’s seat, Marcy said, “Oh boy! That’s just what Trish wants to hear. We all know your very hands-on method of teaching sexual respect.”

The van erupted with laughter.

Bailey wasn’t intimidated “Byron is cute. I wouldn’t mind teaching him one bit and I’d use more than just my hands.”

Again, the van broke up.

Bonnie took that opportunity to say “Well Bailey, unless Trish has more to add, you can go next.”

Bailey perked up. “Sure, I can do that.” She waited for everyone to turn to her before starting. “You all already know that I’ve learned that I can own my own body and expect for guys to treat me right. So, I won’t go back over that. Don’t think me full of myself, but I keep looking at the photos Misty took of me that first time I wore my new bikini bottoms on South Beach. It’s just hard for me to believe that’s me.” She then turned to Misty “Oh, my mother raved about the photos. And I guess that is the other thing I’ve learned: my mother wants to be way more supportive than she’s been. It’s like this trip has given her the opening to say things she’s not known how to say. But it was the pictures that really did it. Rather than freaking out at pics of me topless at the beach, even the ones of me holding the hand of a boy she knows I’m screwing, she was excited. My mom has a few, not very many, photos of herself when she was in high school. Not in a bikini because her mother wouldn’t let her wear one; but from the pictures I’ve seen, I can tell that I look a lot like her when she was my age, and she had my figure too. Now, she’s….well she still has the big boobs, but the rest of her has kinda rounded out. Not that she’s huge by any stretch. If she packaged it right, she could still turn heads, but she doesn’t even try. What I’ve learned is that I don’t think my mom wants to be who she is….or has become. Sort of like what Mrs. Simms said, but way worse.”

Bonnie asked “What makes you say that?”

As Bailey seemed to be trying to find the words, from the driver’s seat, Marcy said “I think she is right. When I’ve talked to DeeDee, she sounds like she’s wanting to leap out of the role she’s stuck in; but all she thinks she can do is to encourage Bailey not to make the choices she did. Though I have no idea what those choices actually were; it sounded like a mix of things she wished she’d done but didn’t and things she was pushed into by circumstances. But those are just my impressions.”

Heads turned back to Bailey. It took a moment then slowly she said “I think I know what Mrs. Marshal is talking about, at least the basic things. There is a lot I don’t know, but from my sister and cousins, the stuff Mom has let slip over the past few years and from going to court; I’ve pieced together what happened. When my mom got married, she was in her senior year of nursing school. She already was like four months pregnant and from what I’ve overheard her telling other people; her parents made her get married to the baby’s father regardless of what she wanted. They never had a very good relationship. I remember a lot of fighting. Then when I was in third grade my parents got divorced; but, it turns out that my dad isn’t really my dad. That is why mom and I moved from Macon to Sparta. Nobody I’ve talked to knows the details, and Mom has never talked about any of it to me. All I know is for some reason my dad took some strands from my hairbrush and got a DNA test done. When he found out he is not my biological father, he kicked mom and me out that very day. He’s never talked to me since.”

Bonnie gasped “Oh my God!” followed by Haley “What a fuck’n bastard”

Sarah wrapped her arms around her best friend.

Bailey went on “I’m sorry I’ve never told you the real reason we moved here. My biological father is a doctor at the Macon Regional Hospital where mom worked at the time. When it all came out, my mom tried to get child support from my biological father, and he fought back. His lawyers were able to keep him from taking a DNA test for over a year, and in that time, he did her best to ruin her reputation. When she refused to drop the case for child support, two of his doctor friends submitted affidavits that she’d also had sex with them. That is what got her fired. I don’t know all the details, but what I heard in court was that the hospital had sworn testimony that she’d had sex at the hospital while on duty, dozens of times, so they had grounds to fire her. Of course, nothing happened to the doctors she’d had affairs with….and yes, in her deposition she admitted she’d had affairs with two other doctors and casual sex with several more. From what I’ve overheard her say to her close friends, I think she was the resident hot nurse who was more or less passed around by the hospital’s doctors. Naturally, none of them were punished in any way. That is why we had to leave Macon and move here. No hospital or private practice would hire her anywhere in the county because my biological father’s friends were helping him pressure her to drop her child support claim. I’ve been to court on and off for years.”

Bonnie was dumbfounded. She rarely was at a total loss for words, but at that moment she was. She had no idea what she should say.

Bailey went on “To make it even worse, my grandparents are members of the Church of God. Growing up, Mom wasn’t ever allowed to even go to the beach or to wear shorts or even makeup. That is why Mom was pushed into marrying my fake dad by her parents and the church. I think she’d wanted to raise my sister by herself because she knew my sister’s father is a jerk. When it got around town that my mom was the hospital whore, Granma kept pressuring her to publicly confess her sins to the church and things got really tense between them. Like I said the other day, she has never directly told me anything about her affairs. She doesn’t deny she had them; but when she talks to me, it is like none of that part even exists. All I hear about is the lawyers and the other crap that never ends. Two years after we moved here, she got let go from the Handcock County Hospital after word got to someone there about what had happened in Macon. She suspects my biological father, who the month before had been ordered to pay over ten years of back child support was behind it; but she doesn’t have any sort of proof. Now she does private health care. It doesn’t pay as much and she gets no benefits, but it’s all she could get. It’s like at every turn life just dumps on her. Though since he was made to pay up, we have been better off financially; but we have had some really hard times. I spent years on free-lunch with all the stigma that goes with that. Mom has really felt like a failure as a parent because of it. I guess my biological father is rich and so I have a pretty nice trust fund. The only time I’ve ever seen him is at court. He want’s nothing to do with me either.”

Bonnie found tears running down her cheeks.

Angrily, Haley said, “Serves the fucker right, I hope he has to keep paying.”

Bailey was looking down and said “Yea, he will. You see my mom finally wised up and got a good lawyer. In addition to the regular child support, he will have to pay half of all my college expenses, not just tuition, but of everything even if I go on to graduate school. He really, really hates my mother…and I think he hates me too.”

Everyone else sat quietly. Sarah was openly crying.

In the quiet that followed, Bonnie heard Sarah whisper “I love you so much” several times.

They drove a good while without anyone speaking. Finally, Bailey said, “That was the way things stood when I met Kevin. Mom had put me on birth control after my sister had some sort of crisis almost a year before that; but she never talked to me about anything to do with how to have a healthy relationship let alone about sex. And like Sarah and I told you, Mom has known we been having sex in my room at home for several years. That is because a couple of times she didn’t know we were there when she opened my door. Back in the fall, one Sunday she came into my room with a stack of laundry; Sarah and I were on the bed naked. She was eating me out. Mom was so shocked it took her a couple of seconds to respond. I looked up and we looked right at each other before she backed out of my room and shut the door. She never mentioned what she saw. For her, just pretending things don’t exist seems to be her way of coping. So, after that, there was no question she understood we were lovers. Over the next few weeks, she talked a lot about how glad she was that I had a friend like Sara; but never what she saw. I actually think she was hoping I was a lesbian so I wouldn’t have to deal with guys.”

“When I started going out with Kevin, she seemed to support me. I’m sure she knew we were screwing since we did it at my house a lot. But after the big blow-up, when I got home, I broke down and told her everything like in a flood. I couldn’t stop talking. I told her how he’d pushed me into having sex with him right after we started dating, how he’d been treating me and all the things he had done at the party. The anger I saw in her really scared me. I’d never seen her like that, she was in a rage and threw a vase at the wall. At first, I thought it was me she was angry at; but she assured me it was Kevin she wanted to kill. She hugged me really, I mean really tight for the longest time crying and saying she was so sorry. She never said why she was sorry, but several more times she said the same thing. It wasn’t until Mrs. Marshal called her about this trip that something changed. I really don’t understand what. But this morning she sent me a text, and…” Bailey took out her phone and began to read. She only made it to the second sentence before she couldn’t read any more. She handed the phone to Sarah who read out loud:

I am so happy to hear you are having a wonderful time. I talked to Mrs. Marshal and I have a good idea all the things you guys have been doing. I want you to know you can tell me EVERYTHING. You don’t know it, but thanks to Sarah and her mother, you are living the life I would have lived if I could have. I am so happy for you. I know that over the past years that I have hidden so much from you. I only did it to protect you. But, if you will trust me to tell me of your new and wonderful life, I will tell you of both the life I’d hoped to have, and if you want, the truth (the whole truth) about how I (we) got to where we are. I know you have paid a high price for my mistakes, but maybe together we can both have the life we want and deserve. I love you more than life itself. Mom.

By the time Sarah made it to the last line, tears were running down Bonnie’s cheeks. She wasn’t alone. Caitlin came from her seat behind Bonnie and wrapped her arms around Bailey. They both sobbed. Bonnie understood what that was about. And once again it was clear to her that the group was having a profound impact on everyone they touched. She could not help but think of Zac, Mitch and the Silverfire Guild kids and wonder how their group might affect their life trajectory. Or was she deluding herself and that it would not have any impact at all. She had no way of knowing.

They drove another half an hour with very little talking before Marcy pulled off the interstate to fill the van with fuel and to eat. Sarah and Bailey were the first to exit through the side door. As Bonnie made her way out, she could tell what the two girls had noticed as she did so. When Misty followed Trish out onto the parking lot of the combination Truckstop/restaurant Sarah, rather loudly, said “I heard your mother tell you to wear panties under your dress, but guess who didn’t take her own advice?”

Bonnie came back with “Misty is not wearing a dress, but a long shirt. While I am wearing an actual skirt and that makes a difference.”

Sarah’s retort was, “It isn’t a matter of what you call it, all that matters is that anyone looking this way when you got out of the van got a good look at your cochie. Both Bailey and I did.”

Bailey added “And Mrs. Simms’ too. Not that we minded. I think you both look very sexy like that.”

Before Bonnie could make a retort, Sarah added “Sure Misty’s little thong didn’t really do more the make hers look yummier, but at least she did what you said.”

Bonnie had no defense to offer. The girls were right. Marcy took the focus from her flimsy rationalizing when she said, “From my freshman year of high school, till I finished college, when it was warm enough to wear them, I pretty much wore a miniskirt or mini dress every day. And, the vast majority of the time I went bare underneath.”

While to Bonnie this was a huge revelation, to her daughter it seemed just a matter of fashion. She did however ask her mother “Were you allowed to wear miniskirts to school back then?”

Marcy laughed, “I didn’t grow up in Georgia. I was in a suburb of Chicago. Yes, I could wear a miniskirt, but in the first month or so of 9th grade, I got sent to the office because a teacher saw I wasn’t wearing panties.”

“What happened?” her daughter asked.

Marcy laughed “I’d planned ahead. By the time I arrived at the office with the note for the vice principal, I’d taken the beige panties I carried in my purse for that very reason; and put them on right in the hallway. Nobody saw me do it. I was made to pull up for a secretary, and well, it appeared the teacher had falsely accused me.”

The girls got a big laugh out of that. As Bonnie opened the restaurant door, Marcy added “After that I was more careful, and never got caught…unless I wanted to.”

Bonnie had chosen Denny’s because she knew they had big “corner tables that would accommodate all eight of them. There was no question they created a stir as they made their way through the busy restaurant. Unlike the beach though, not all the eyes were friendly. There were more than a few very angry looking faces. There were several leers, which was something they had not seen in Miami Beach or Key Largo no matter how much of their bodies they showed. Though she expected at least one of her party to cower under the attention, not a single one did; not even Bailey. Bonnie would have loved to praise herself for the girl’s transformation, but she knew that the metal in her spine had come from her own mother even if Bailey didn’t see it now. One day she would.

She deliberately took the center position so the girls and women were arrayed around her.

She wanted to bring the mood up, so as soon as all eight were seated she ask “Now is somebody going to tell me what happened yesterday afternoon that prompted my bed to get filled with bodies, then left with semen spread all over it?”

Sarah, who had been left out of the big orgy, added “And why didn’t you leave any room for me and Bailey?”

Haley, not surprisingly, was the one to answer. “Did you ask for us to make room?”

Sarah shook her head “No.”

“OK then. Don’t complain. I’m not even sure when you came upstairs. We would have made room if you had asked.”

Sarah agreed “Yea, I know. I’m sure you would have.”

Haley turned back to Bonnie to say “How did it start? I don’t know exactly. By the time any of us…” she indicated herself, Caitlin and Misty, “made it upstairs, most of the Guild people were already in the bed going at it. Most of them hadn’t been in a bed with mirrors like that before. So we just shed our clothes and jumped in. And what happened. Well, it was like an all-you-can-eat cafeteria where everything was available right in front of us. We could have whatever we wanted; but in order to try everything we couldn’t allow ourselves to fill up on just one dish. It wasn’t like we had a time keeper like speed dating or anything like that; but as each little grouping broke up, that sent a ripple around the bed rearranging who was doing what to who.”

Misty put in “Yes. That was exactly what it was like. As far as I could tell, no one was like in charge; it all just happened spontaneously. Afterward we all talked and none of us had ever done anything like that. A good part of the time I could feel hands or lips on me, but I had no idea who they belonged to.”

Haley clarified “Not just on us, but in us. I have no idea who put their fingers, tongue or dick in me. Perhaps everybody did. A big part of the whole experience was that I didn’t know, and didn’t look to find out. That is why we didn’t use condoms. But Mrs. C., you know we are all on birth control and those guild guys have had virtually zero partners other than those of us in that room.”

Bonnie nodded “I know and I’m not going to scold you. Though that situation where you have six guys who had virtually all their sexual experience inside a closed loop is likely one that you will never again find yourself in. So, just because I don’t berate you for this one time doesn’t mean you should do it again.”

All three girls nodded. Caitlin spoke up “As to the semen, I’ll confess, things were just so… fluid….”

Marcy broke in to quip “Yea, fluid. I’m sure fluids were all over everyone.” She and Bonnie and Haley all laughed, but it took the others a moment to catch on.

Caitlin just smiled and shook her head. “No, not like that. I meant fluid in the sense of ever changing. Nobody seemed to get a chance to think about, let alone get any condoms from the other room.”

Misty put in “But Mrs. Marshal is also right. The whole thing was about fluids in the sense that we were all covered with bodily fluids by the end. Pretty much whatever the guys squirted into one vagina, came back out when the next guy put his dick in her, along with all the girl’s juice … and we were all sweating as well. Then as we switched around, it all blended together and was all over everyone. I know after the rest of you went downstairs, I was super sticky the whole time I shot photos of Mom and Mrs. Marshal.”

Bonnie had to laugh. It was just so insane: funny insane. Yet, she knew they would all remember that afternoon for the rest of their lives.

Marcy agreed, “Yea. Even when I was with Squirrel, his mouth, skin and penis all tasted like sex; and we didn’t start till a good while after the orgy broke up. But, in the days before condoms became the norm, that was how all orgies were. So I was not surprised Squirrel tasted like mixed cum, pussy and sweat. I remember my first big pile like that. I was younger than any of you. We all got bodily fluids all over us just like you all did. It is just one of the wonderful parts of group gropes. Did you guys take a group shower afterward?”

Again, Bonnie noted that Marcy made reference to a sex life as a teen that seemed… well very active.

Haley said “Yea. But it was in groups, some of us stayed and watched Brett butt fuck Mrs. C. before we piled into the shower downstairs.”

Bonnie couldn’t help but cringe at Haley’s words.

“You know, all this has brought back so many fond memories of my teen years” Marcy said with an air of nostalgia.

As Bonnie thought on how Marcy had dropped yet another vignette about her prior life, the middle-aged waitress showed up with menus and glasses of water.

When she left Bonnie said to the crew “This is not Miami Beach, we will need to keep our voices low. If we talk too loud in places like this we could get thrown out.”

Trish added “Getting thrown out isn’t the worst thing that could happen to us in a town like this.”

Since they lived in the rural South, the girls knew exactly what Mrs. C. and Mrs. Simms were saying. They felt relieved when almost as soon as Marcy had issued her warning, a rough looking trucker and ‘his woman’ took the booth right behind them.

Misty said “You are right. Though I guess we should tell you that, last night, while we used a few condoms, most of the time we didn’t. Yesterday was the first time I’ve had sex without one. I can see why some people resist using them.”

Bonnie replied “Like I said I’m not going to scold you. That bulletin board was testament that you guys were really good about condom use. But, just remember, none of your birth control methods are perfect, and you simply can’t be too careful with life-long diseases or pregnancy. Not at your age.”

Bailey said “I’ve promised not to tell the actual story, so I won’t tell what happened or how; but my big sister found out the hard way that using condoms is a must.”

Bonnie thought Bailey’s family had quite a history of challenges. She was glad that the mother had reached out to Marcy. She however, decided to move away from that topic. To Misty she queried “So, did you have another group grope after we came back from the beach last night?”

Misty said “Not really, but you have to know that when you said the Guild had to be gone by 2:00, and you wanted us actually to be asleep by 2:15 so we could get up early; you put a timer on us. That sort of gave everyone the feeling that we couldn’t waste any time.”

Bailey put in “Mrs. Marshal came down at 1:30 to tell us we only had a half an hour to wrap things up.”

“OH?” Bonnie said looking over to Marcy. “I didn’t know you got out of bed. So may I assume you joined in?”

“No you may not” Marcy said firmly. “I only stayed down to ensure they wrapped up when you said to.”

Sarah smiled and said “It is true Mom didn’t touch any of the guys; BUT, as the Guild got ready to leave, she and Zara kissed long enough and with enough…other components… to count as making out while standing.”

Marcy just shrugged.

Haley with a smile said “We ended on time. Watching Brett do Mrs. Simms up against the front door after he’d gotten dressed was the very last thing.”

Sarah added “As Mom kept making out with Zara.”

Bonnie did not respond to that comment but instead turned to Trish.

Trish returned her gaze with a defiant look. “I said I was going to do it with all six of those boys and I’d been too…uh…busy until then to get to Brett. So I just stood in front of the door and said he had to do me or he couldn’t leave.”

Misty explained “It was really, really funny. We all knew she was putting on a little performance of her own and he could have left if he’d wanted to.”

Sarah jumped in “He wanted to all right. The problem was, Brett had cum a couple of times already and he was soft.”

It was Bailey’s turn to show how far she’d come in a week “So I played fluffer and was able to get him up in operating order in just a couple of minutes. I even put a condom on him.”

Sarah again noted, “Mom and Zara were making out the whole time. By then she’d gotten Zara’s shirt up to suck her nipples and her pants open enough to finger her.”

Marcy again shrugged.

Misty went on “Brett didn’t stay hard all that long, and didn’t cum; but Mrs. Simms did what she said she would do. Over the week, she fucked all six of the Silverfire guys. And I’ll confess, I was impressed with her flexibility when they were screwing there by the door. Not that I’m saying she’s old, but I was impressed.”

Sarah had to have the last word “Brett didn’t cum; but I know that Mom got Zara off for sure. When she pulled her shorts back up, the fabric at Zara’s crotch was soaked.

This time Marcy smiled and said “Yea, her pants were wet all right. And to be truthful, I’m pretty sure there was a little puddle on the floor between my legs. Still, the whole thing took less than ten minutes. I looked at the clock, they all were gone by five after two.”

There was more happy laughter.

Marcy laughed too, then added, “You guys don’t know how tempted I was to ask Haley to go down on me so I could get off. As it was I had to do it myself before I could go to sleep.”

With another laugh, Haley said “You know I would have been more than happy to have done you.”

Continuing with her joviality, “I had no doubt you would have. That’s why I didn’t ask.”

Bonnie was pleased how lighthearted all of this was to the girls. But to give Marcy some defense she looked at Sarah “I noticed you didn’t say anything about what you did to participate last night?”

Bailey surprised Bonnie with her quick response before Sarah had a chance. “We are now Euro-Club girls, so of course we participated…completely.”

“Completely. That’s a polite way to put it” Bonnie said.

“What she means” Haley said “is that she fucked her brains out with a couple of the guys right in front of all of us.”

“Yes Haley,” Bonnie replied “I understood what she meant.”

Haley, undeterred went on “We all got to see Red in her ass while Stephen was in her pussy while she and Caitlin kissed and fondled each other. When the guys blew their loads, she and Caitlin did each other really good until they both came big time. It was all quite an energetic performance. I got super turned on just watching.”

She got several seconds to that.

Bailey didn’t cringe at all, but rather said “I am very happy to hear you liked watching; but doing it was way better.”

Caitlin seconded her on that.

After congratulating Bailey about not allowing herself to be shamed, Bonnie went back to asking Sarah about her participation. It turned out Sarah was eager to tell how she’d had Squirrel repeat with her everything she’d watched him do with her mother in the afternoon. Bonnie wasn’t sure how to read Marcy’s response to her daughter’s rather explicit joint description of what she’d seen her mother do then how she’d mirrored it. Instead, Bonnie asked, “and what about you and Brett out at the beach?”

“Oh, that was no big deal. I just sat on his dick while we all talked. It felt good in me of course.” She stopped to look at her mom “Did I tell you how much I liked the feel of a dick in my pussy?”

Everyone laughed. Even Marcy managed to smile.

“But neither of us came or anything. Like I said it was no big deal.”

To Bonnie, Sarah’s sincere belief that simply putting a guy’s dick in her vagina was ‘no big deal’ was in itself quite a big deal.

As they ate lunch different people shared about the night before and then went on to recounting amorous couplings from the trip that had not been as public. All the girls had a story of clandestine or quicky sex with different members of the Guild. Marcy told the girls of the three mom’s tryst on the dark beach the night before, after which Caitlin said she and Stephen had done the same. “It was like something out of an old movie, making love with the water just coming to our feet. After that first afternoon, sex with him got better each time we did it. Last night on the beach, in the dark, we were truly making love. I will admit I like him a lot, but I certainly don’t love him. However, he is totally besotted with me and it showed best last night when it was just the two of us in the surf. Later on, in the foursome with Bailey it was fun, but the real joy of that was being with Bailey, not Stephen or Red. I hope it doesn’t sound crass, but last night in the common room, the boys were incidental…at least for me. I think Bailey having both of them do her at once had more of an impact.”

Baily smiled broadly “Oh yea, I was impacted so much I’m still a little sensitive down there.”

There was laughter.

Marcy beat Bonnie to respond. “You will find as you open yourself to both love and to casual sex that not everyone you have sex with will matter in a deep way. That is OK. You can’t let that bother you. It is inevitable and the truth is once most guys get turned on, they don’t really care if you love them or not.”

Bonnie thought that sounded so cold; but she knew Marcy was right.

As the girls talked, she realized there had been more going on than Bonnie had seen or heard about; but she reasoned these were teenagers in a sexualized environment with full permission (and perhaps a little encouragement) to explore their desires to the fullest.

Multiple times she had to warn them about talking too loudly.

The story that was the most entertaining was not from one of the girls. Trish’s story of propositioning the boat Captain on the way back from snorkeling took everyone by surprise since no one had any idea.

Trish explained “He’d been pretty shamelessly watching me the entire trip. When we lined up to get our snorkeling gear, he called me over to help me put mine on himself. Well, I didn’t do anything to discourage him. Nope. I actually told him that on the way back I’d come up to the cockpit to see him, which I did. I flirted shamelessly and since I was virtually naked, my meanings were pretty clear. I even found an excuse to lean over so my breasts rubbed on his arm. After that I knew I had him.”

Bonnie just shook her head “You really are bad.”

Haley shot back “No, she’s wonderful. My mom will love the new you. I know I do.”

Trish bowed her head and said “Thank you Haley. Now, as I was saying. It was just a matter of getting out of the clear view of those three families. After all, had it just been us, I’d have crawled up on his chair and spread my legs for him to do me right in the cockpit.”