Bonnie was happy to see Butch and Tabitha arrive two hours after Judith left. She had already talked to Tabitha and asked if it were all right with them if today’s session was a photo shoot out on the pool daybed. She’d thought about going back on the plan she and Misty had made, but she decided that she needed something as a distraction. Tabitha had been excited by the prospect of doing a formal shoot with the four of them and she said how much she and Butch had missed their weekly get together last Sunday.
Though she’d not planned to do so, on the same call Bonnie ended up telling Tabitha all about her day on the pirate ship with Misty, and the three sessions she and Misty had with the captain and his first mate. While Tabitha was not the least bit surprised that it had happened, she was very interested in how Bonnie felt about the experience. Bonnie didn’t have to wonder, she went on in glowing terms about what a great experience it had been for both of them. It was obvious that Tabitha was sincere in her expression of happiness.
Misty had texted Caitlin the night before to ask if she could help with the shoot. Given that she’d get to watch Mr. C. having sex from up close, she quickly said she’d be there. Misty wasn’t surprised. She knew even though Caitlin now had a boyfriend, she still had a crush on her dad and was hoping that once she graduated that she would finally get to have sex with him… well with both of her parents. Misty had known that for so long that it no longer even seemed weird that her very closest friend, the person she thought of as both a lover and a sister, desperately wanted to become one of her parent’s lovers. She didn’t know how Miss Gina’s return to the picture would affect that. Would that make her mom more or less likely to agree to let Caitlin into their bed? She’d not asked her mom yet because she had decided that was something for her, her dad and Caitlin to decide.
Since the pool was still shut down for the winter, Misty and Caitlin had to put the daybed back into full operation, cleaning off the all-weather mattress, putting out the pillows, and hanging the curtains. Misty had Caitlin stand in as she worked on planning the shoot using the available light. That was when she decided she would need to get the ladder out so she could shoot down on the foursome. To allow her to take top-down photos, they had to take the canopy fabric back off (after having just put it on). But, Misty reasoned this is why she did prep work. She’d found that shooting people having sex is not like shooting normal posing. Although she could, and would, give directions, if she did so too much it would quash the erotic energy that was critical to a good shoot.
As she and Caitlin prepared, Caitlin caught Misty up on her life and that of her mother. It seems that since Misty’s birthday, Caleb had spent the night with her once in each of the prior two weeks, and she’d slept with Maria Jane in her bed several times. “And I finally had the planned threesome with Maria Jane and Jake last week too. Last week, Jake more or less lived with Maria Jane, so we took a whole day, when I wasn’t at work, to mess around on and off from morning till late afternoon. We had a great time, not putting on a stitch of clothing till the two moms got home. He really loved watching me and Maria Jane making love. We had like three different sessions of just the two of us over the day. I’m not sure what Maria Jane’s mother thought when she came home to find us in a final threesome pretzel right on their living room floor. But she didn’t even ask us to go to the bedroom and we didn’t quit for a good while. But given she’s been a sex worker half of her adult life, I’m sure she wasn’t too offended.”
‘Yea, probably not,” Misty said, “She didn’t seem bothered at all by the sex photos from my birthday. So, how was Jake’s performance? I know he’s not very experienced. A threesome with someone like you must be intimidating. Going all day had to be something he’s never even dreamed of before.”
Caitlin snorted, “Between me and you, he’s not a stemwinder; but he’s crazy about Maria Jane. She’s never had a relationship with a guy where she is anything but a sex toy. Since she grew up literally watching her mom prostitute herself; from the time she first had sex when she was twelve years old, it was all about getting stuff from guys. I know she told you that before she moved here, the nights she spent with spoiled college guys were both her way of getting the things she needed and a refuge from the challenges of her home life. But they were spoiled college guys who took her to clubs, bought her clothes, and even took her on trips. She liked that lifestyle and sex was the way she paid for it.”
Misty asked, “Like her trip to Aspen over Christmas break?”
“Exactly like that. The guy she went with presented her to his family as a sophomore at GCSU and that she was his girlfriend. She’s gotten really good at playing like she’s in college since she’s been doing it since before she started high school. As you know, she’s super smart, so it was not hard for her to learn enough about college life to make people believe her story, even when she was fourteen and fifteen. Of course, it helped that she had the body to pull it off. From what she told me, the guy’s family didn’t have a clue she wasn’t his girlfriend and she’s not sure if he really understood that she wasn’t. Even when he gave her a ski wardrobe and $500 spending money for the trip, she said he didn’t understand she went because she wanted to go skiing for the first time, not because she was crazy about him. For her, it was entirely transactional even if she did have a great time.”
Misty stopped what she was doing and asked, “You mean he gave her cash as part of the deal to spend the week with him? Isn’t that a lot like prostitution?”
“She and I have talked about that, a lot. She knows that it might look like that, but she says it's not the same thing. She didn’t demand the money, he just offered it as a sweetener to get her to go with him. She said it's not the first time she’s gone on trips with guys where money was involved. She said the Christmas before, when she still lived in Houston, she spent a week at a place called Padre Island with a guy, again playing the role of his girlfriend around his family. While she says that cash is unusual, guys have been buying her things, mostly clothes, to go out with them for years. You have to know that she knows what prostitution is, and guys giving her clothes and spending money on trips is not that… at least to her. And to be fair, my mom has taken a lot of things from guys she’s slept with over the years, so I understand it.”
Misty still had not gone back to hanging the curtain around the day bed, waiting for Caitlin to elaborate. It took a moment, but she did. “You know that she and her mom moved back here to get away from some bad people who were not happy with her mother. Right?”
“Sort of. I think when she told me about her life that evening at the Marshal’s, she thought I understood more about what she said than I really did.”
“Yea, I get that,” Caitlin said, “Several times over the past year since she’s been back here, I’ve had to ask her to explain things she thought I should know. I’m sure she won’t mind me telling you what she told me because she thinks she told you already. But, before I start, let me warn you that it is way worse than you realize. You’ll need to sit down to hear this.”
Misty finished hanging the curtain and sat down beside Caitlin. “Since I’ve been living in her house, she’s filled in more details… all of them awful. I think you understand that back in Houston her mom ran in some really bad circles. Even after she’d kicked the drug habit, that was still the world she ran in back in Texas. Back about a year and a half ago, about six months before they moved here, it seemed her mother owed some nasty men a lot of money. I never asked why, but I’m sure it was tied to illegal activity of some sort. To pay it back, they wanted her to be a drug mule, going back and forth to Mexico, to pay off what she owed. Instead, through a friend of a friend she made contact with a woman who ran a call-girl service. Though Maria Jane was fourteen at the time, her mother was only in her thirties and since she’d been off of meth for years, she’d regained her good looks. She met businessmen at hotels and made pretty good money, but she had to give most of what she made to the men she owed.”
Misty put in. “Hang on, I remember that she said that before she and her mom moved here when Maria Jane was in second grade, Janet was a prostitute to support her drug habit. Maria Jane said pretty much every day her dad was out of town, her mom had clients over to their trailer. But I thought she said after she’d lived here for that year, and she’d stopped using meth so that her husband would take her back, that she didn’t go back to doing that.”
Caitlin explained, “Well, she had stopped, sort of.” For three or four years, things seemed to settle down for them. They lived in a little house in Houston, but as always Maria Jane’s father was out on the road doing construction work for weeks on end, coming home for a few days then going off again. Rather than doing outright prostitution where her mom had three or four Johns over each day, she presented the men that came over in the evenings as her boyfriends. So rather than random men every day, Maria Jane saw the same four or five men come over and spend the night with her mom. She said that was a lot better, and while her mom still drank like a fish, she wasn’t strung out like she’d been when she was younger. There were still new guys every few months, but at least they were real people to Maria Jane, not just faces passing through the house. I guess that made a difference to her. That went on until Maria Jane was twelve when her dad finally just disappeared. That was right after Maria Jane got pregnant but lost the baby at like six weeks. Maria Jane doesn’t really blame him since he’d always known he was not her biological father. Her mom was already pregnant with her when she met him and he’d offered her a home and a father for her unborn child. That was a lot, but Maria Jane’s mother never really took to being a housewife. She said multiple times her mother made her promise her dad that men didn’t come over to the house while he was gone. But he’d had enough of working like a dog on the road to support a wife who he saw as a whore… and in truth, she was one. He’d taken her back once, after she’d come to Sparta the first time. But when he decided that the girl he raised as his daughter was following her footsteps, he just ghosted.”
That was largely the story Misty remembered Maria Jane telling her last fall, but with just a little more clarity.
Caitlin continued, “After that, things got really precarious for a year or so. The two of them moved around, more or less sleeping wherever they could, sometimes for a few nights and sometimes for a few months. The price was always the same, her mom was expected to have sex with whoever was there. That was when Maria Jane fell a grade behind because she was rarely in school while they were homeless. Maria Jane said when she was with her mom that year, she slept on sofas nearly every night. It was not at all uncommon for men to fuck her mom in the living room with her on the sofa trying to sleep. But, when she could, she slept in the bed of guys she met. She said that after her pregnancy, she could easily pass herself off as being seventeen or eighteen, so that was when she learned to use sex to get what she needed… the way her mom always had. And rapidly she moved up the food chain. By the time she was fourteen, she’d found her nitch, with college guys. According to Maria Jane, she tried to hook up with guys from Rice University because they had more money than University of Houston guys.”
“So, while she and her mom were both trading sex for somewhere to sleep, it wasn’t prostitution. And, well, I understand how that works. Mom and I lived with several guys over the years pretty much for the same reason.”
Misty could only nod. She knew that part. She knew that Miss Gina moved in with guys several times to get a place to live. But, she also knows her mother never condemned her for it. Several times when Miss Gina was floating without a home, Caitlin simply lived with her and her family for weeks at a time.
“Things got better for Janet and Maria Jane about a year and a half before they came back to Sparta. She and her mom lived in an apartment that a man paid for. He just came over a few times a week for sex with her mother or to take her out… she was sort of like a mistress. That gave them the first stable home since her dad left them to fend for themselves. The man bought her mom nice clothes so he could take her out to clubs… and bought her a boob job.”
Misty couldn’t help but laugh.
Caitlin just smiled and said, “Yea, it sort of goes with the ground. But Caitlin was more or less just a tag-along that the man wasn’t very interested in supporting. He didn’t provide for her personal needs. I guess the man tried keeping Janet on a short leash by providing room and board but no cash. In part that was how her mom got into debt because she did some shady stuff on the side to make money. But by then Maria Jane was like fourteen and had gotten quite good at selling herself as a struggling co-ed to get guys to buy her what she needed.”
Misty put in, “Oh, I see it now. Her mom’s man gave them room and board, but if Maria Jane needed things, she had to earn it herself, and she did that by hooking up with rich college guys as their temporary girlfriends.”
“Right,” Caitlin said. “But she said those guys never knew how young she was, otherwise she never would have gotten away with it. She became the party slut because that was how she got a reputation as the girl guys wanted to be with. More or less, the parties were how she got her contacts. According to her, in the two years before she moved here, she had a reputation as the best lay around. She had guys wait weeks and even months to get a chance to take her out. And she let guys she fucked at parties know the way to get more time with her was to take her shopping and things. So, it was transactional, but not prostitution. She kept doing that after she moved here to a certain extent with GCSU guys. While she doesn’t need them to buy her the necessities of life since her mother has a good job, she still does it. The way she explains it is, that it makes her feel good to know guys will put out for her because she is so good when she puts out for them. Her sexuality is the cornerstone of her self-identity. After all, she started having sex way too young, and from the very first it was how she got what she needed. So, she got good at it, and being good at something is its own reward. But like I said, about a year and a half ago, Janet needed cash.”
Misty jumped in, “And the only way her mother could make that kind of money was by having sex as a call girl.”
Caitlin nodded, “Right. Prostitution was an alternative to something even more dangerous, and according to Maria Jane and her mother, working as a call girl for a well-regarded madam is the safest way to be a prostitute. As you know, just like my mom, Janet is young to have a teenager and is still quite pretty, so she was marketable. I guess she was making progress on her debt for a while. But since she no longer had the sugar daddy, she couldn’t make enough to both live and to pay the men she owed what they wanted. The men began threatening her… like to kill her. And, though Maria Jane’s story was sort of vague, I think the men kidnapped her mom one afternoon, then repeatedly gang-raped and beat her over an entire night as a punishment for being late on her payments.”
Misty sat on the side of the daybed, mouth open. “Oh my God. No.”
Caitlin nodded, “Like I said, Maria Jane has never told that whole story at once, but putting together several partial stories, I’m sure that is what happened in the months before she and her mom moved here. It is horrible beyond words. But it explains what happened next.”
Misty didn’t know what to say. Caitlin had been right, it was worse than she’d understood.
“Due to her mom’s job, Maria Jane wasn’t too concerned when she did not come home one night. But when she came home from school the next day, her mom was a mess, her face all swollen up and bruised. She knew her mom couldn’t go to work looking like that, and if they didn’t have income they’d be in even more trouble. So, Maria Jane saw the answer was obvious. She told her mother that she would take her client that night. For the next few weeks, she played the role of her mother. It seems her mom’s clothes fit her by then, and… well, Maria Jane already knew what to do when she got there.”
Quietly Misty asked, “So Maria Jane did actual prostitution?”
Caitlin nodded, “To save her mother… well to save both of them. I guess the men told her mom that next time they would do the same thing to her daughter.”
They just sat in silence for a few moments. It was more than Misty could process rapidly. Finally, Caitlin went on, “When Janet’s madam found out, rather than getting mad she saw an opportunity. As you know, Janet is an Anglo, so Maria Jane doesn’t look at all like her mother. Her mom’s regular clients didn’t realize the young Latina hottie was her little girl. They just thought they’d been given an upgrade without being charged extra. When the madam figured out what had happened, she saw she could make more money with Maria Jane than with her mom. Even better, with both of them working for her, she could make more than twice as much. She marketed Maria Jane to her primo clients as an escort. So, for like two months after her mom went back to work, after school on Fridays and on Saturdays, Maria Jane took a cab to a hotel to meet her date. Sometimes it was just for the night, but most weeks she was set up to stay with the same man from Friday afternoon till Sunday night. When she did that she and her date would usually go out and do things, like they were a real couple. Because she was young and pretty… and good, she earned more in two nights than her mother could all week.”
“She told me that some weekends she came home with three or four thousand dollars. She said it wasn’t that hard of a transition for her since it was a very small step from what she’d been doing with the college guys. And to save her mother’s life she was more than willing. But as soon as they had enough money to take away the death threats, they skipped town and came here where her mom knew she’d get help to start over again. Now, as you know, they’ve left that life behind… well the prostitution part at least. With the job that Haley’s mom got her, they are living the normal life they’ve never had before.”
Misty looked for something to say. What could she say? After a moment, she asked, “What does Maria Jane think about it looking back? Does it haunt her that she has been a prostitute?”
Caitlin shook her head, “No. She’s actually really proud that she was able to save her mom. And I guess I can see that. Who else can say they saved their parent’s life? She says it was hard those first few weeks when she was taking her mom’s clients night after night and still going to school, but once she started working on her own, she was a high-end escort and mostly only worked weekends for about two months before they left Texas for good. She told me that only a couple of her clients were jerks and treated her like trash. Like the one who insisted on anal. She isn’t usually a fan of anal sex even when the guy properly works her up. But she said that guy just stuffed it in with no warm-up. But at least he had on a lubricated condom or he would have really hurt her. She said the rest of the men were surprisingly good to her. She thought it was weird kissing men in their forties and fifties, but she says the actual sex was pretty normal, better in fact than many of the drunk college guys she’d been with.”
“But Misty, because of how her life has been, transactional sex was all Maria Jane had ever known until she started hanging out with the club. You have to know that she thinks the club and the Youth Group have saved her. She’s more grateful than you can imagine, even though she still is nowhere close to leaving her old attitudes behind. Though she’d played the role of girlfriend many times, she’d never had a real boyfriend… until now. Now she is in uncharted waters. While she is excited that she has real friends for the first time, her relationship with Jake is something totally new and scary for her. It doesn’t help that neither her mom nor my mom have ever had a relationship with a man based on love and respect either, so she has no one to talk to about it at home. Well, no one who has done it very long. Her mom has a boyfriend from the plant now. But even that is not what people would call normal since my mom is in the bed with them about half the time he comes over.”
They both laughed.
“Yea, normal for Mom and Janet is not normal for most people. Oh, did I mention that for the past two weeks Mom has slept with Janet every night except a couple of times when her boyfriend has slept over?”
Misty quipped, “That didn’t take long.”
“Yea, she’s begun moving her clothes into Janet’s room too. More or less I already have the room to myself. They even snuggle and kiss in the living room like a couple. But I guess you understand it since they were lovers way back when… sort of like us. And though we didn’t think anything of it at the time, do you remember that Janet slept with Mom the entire time she lived here when we were in third grade? Your mom must have understood what was going on, but I know I didn’t. I don’t think they think of themselves as a couple nor will they, but they are most definitely lovers and increasingly act like it at home.”
“I got a vibe like that when I was at your house on my birthday. They were pretty open about the fact they were going to bed to have sex when I left. I think they got all hot and bothered looking at our photos. Maybe when they saw the pictures of you and me together it reminded them of when they were teenage lovers… before all the bad stuff. We should be happy for them. After all, they’ve both had a hard time over the years and it's like when the chips are down, they only have each other.”
Caitlin nodded, “Oh, I am and I’ve told them so. Mom and I have talked about how much you and I love each other and she says that she and Janet are a lot like us.”
Misty nodded in understanding.
Caitlin then went on, “While it seems natural for Mom and Janet to sleep together, I was conflicted when, right after we moved in with them, Maria Jane made it clear she wanted me to sleep with her some nights. For me, sharing my body with the people I care about is such a positive loving thing, sharing it with her is easy. I know I learned that from watching your mom and dad all those years. But what bothered me was that while for me sex is what I do with people I care about, for Maria Jane, sex is a currency or commodity: something you use to get stuff. I didn’t want her to think she had to buy my love with sex. For that matter, I don’t want her to think she has to buy Jake’s love with sex either. I think she knows that in her head, but it is hard for her. I am actually trying to teach her a new way to act in bed. The idea of sharing rather than performing is difficult for her to put into practice. I think that is why Jake is sort of a dud, she’s always working to please him and doesn’t expect him to reciprocate. I saw that when I spent the day playing with them.”
Misty nodded.
“But to make it even harder, Maria Jane isn’t yet ready to give up her other life as party girl. It is too much of who she is. Those parties and the attendant sex are where she feels the most at ease. She knows how to act in all circumstances and knows she’ll be successful. And understand, the parties she normally goes to are not like Euro Club parties where the girls do it in a spirit of sharing and love. At our parties, the girls have sex with their friend's boyfriends as much to show their personal autonomy as for the hot sex itself. But from what Maria Jane tells me, at the parties she goes to, most of those guys don’t see her as an equal. She is the party slut. She is there for guys to stick their dicks in and pass around. Her value is that she is willing to have sex with guys she just met and that when she does, she gives them an experience to remember. But for nearly all of them, especially the kind of guy she targets, it is totally about their pleasure and them feeling good about themselves. She knows they have no interest in her as a real person, even the guy she has been going out with since the fall… the guy she went to Aspen with. To him and those other guys, she is a living fantasy girl. But that is the role she feels most comfortable in. She doesn’t have to be a three-dimensional person, she just has to be sexy, easy, and great in bed. In truth, she’s playing the role of a prostitute, or maybe more accurately a courtesan. It's the role she saw her mother model all those years growing up. For her, it’s the safe way she knows to interact with guys, one in which she never has to open up her heart.”
That made Misty hurt for Maria Jane all over again. No girl should have to live like that. No girl should have had to go through what she had. Misty countered, “But I thought she was buying into the values of the club and of Youth Group.”
“She’s trying to. But change is hard. More than once she’s told me that she’s far more confident opening up her legs to a guy she just met than opening up her heart to Jake. It really helped both of them when I told him all about how your dad fell in love with your mom without caring that she was having sex with multiple guys every week. They had both heard bits and pieces of the story, but I told them the whole thing and I think it has helped.”
Misty put in, “But in Mom’s case, there is no way she was ever a plaything for guys to pass around. For her it was the exact opposite, she used guys for her pleasure. She actually now feels bad that she used so many guys like that without caring about their needs.” She thought for a moment, then said, “But maybe it's not so different. Sure the shoe was on the other foot, but Mom had to build a new relationship paradigm with Dad. I bet it wasn’t that different for her learning to open up to my dad than Maria Jane learning to open up to Jake.”
Caitlin thought for a moment then said, “I’ll tell her that, well I’ll tell both of them. But their situation is also a lot like Ms. Slosh and Mr. Marshal, in that Maria Jane also has transactional sex. She still goes out with the guy who took her to Aspen once every couple of weeks. He always takes her someplace nice and often they go shopping before they go to his upscale apartment for sex. The weekend you all left for St. Martin, Maria Jane went with him to Atlanta to a concert. She said the tickets cost several hundred dollars each, and then they spent Friday and Saturday nights in one of the fancy downtown hotels. She told me all about it. It had an indoor pool and really expensive restaurants. She knows she paid for the weekend not just with sex, but by playing the role of his girlfriend. She had a great time, but she is clear to me and to herself that Jake is her boyfriend, not that guy. She said when she got home, she didn’t feel much different than when she spent the weekend with men for cash. She’d never felt that way before about spending time with guys to get something. She’s not sure where to go with that.”
Misty said, “She really needs to sit down with Mom or Ms. Slosh. They would understand how she is feeling way better than we can.”
“I was thinking maybe Mrs. Hildebrandt. Maria Jane got home on Sunday in time to go to youth group on Sunday night. Mrs. Hildebrandt talked about how sex is a metaphor for our relationship to God. I think she confused a lot of people when she said directly our sexuality is a God-ordained path for showing Christian love. Unlike what your parents have always done, she didn’t dance around the issue. She directly said that sex need not be limited to a single person, it can and maybe should be shared with all those close to us. She said, but not in so many words, that we should share ourselves in the same way Jesus said to share love with those around us who are in need. What a lot of the people there heard was that it was Christian to fuck your friends to make them feel better. What Maria Jane heard was that the act of sex is a form of worship and should be treated with respect even as it is shared widely. It was a real challenge to her view of sex as a form of currency with no meaning at all. She’s been talking about it ever since. I know she’s talked to both Sarah and Bailey about all of this. I think that is a good thing.”
That was news to Misty. She’d completely forgotten that Bailey’s mom was the main speaker in Youth Group last Sunday.
Caitlin added, “The sermon… or lecture was really good. But I also understand why after she was done Butch made the disclaimer that what Mrs. Hildebrandt said was what she believes, and she was not speaking for the church, Rev. McBride, or your parents. But I think most everyone knows that she’s your dad’s girlfriend and he believes what she was saying.”
Misty nodded, “Yea, that’s true. Though I’m not sure he meant for her to be quite that direct. I know that at least to some extent, he’s bought into her view of spiritual sexuality… and I think I have too. Why don’t you tell my parents how the lesson came across to you when they come out. I think they’ll want to know that.”
“I can do that,” Caitlin responded. “But Mrs. Hildebrandt made a real impact on a lot of people, a good impact I mean. Even though I’ve been hearing that stuff through Bailey all year, she challenged me to do better. After Youth Group, I made a promise to God to use my sexuality to serve those around me. Maria Jane wants to do that too, but she isn’t convinced that God wants her sexuality since it's so tainted.”
Misty shook her head. “That’s not right. But I agree, she should talk to Mrs. Hildebrandt, though I think she’d do well to talk to my mom too. Well, both of them, both Maria Jane and Jake. I think maybe this would be a journey for them to take together.”
“That’s a good idea. Maybe both Maria Jane and Jake together,” Caitlin agreed. “I know that Jake is having a little trouble with what Maria Jane is doing too. I think he loves her, but it is hard knowing she is putting herself out, week after week, to be used like that by guys who don’t care about her. I honestly don’t think it is the physical sex that bothers him as much as how she lets herself be used. When Maria Jane got home from her weekend in Atlanta, she called him and asked him to take her to Youth Group then spend the night. She didn’t say it in so many words, but from what she told me, I think she felt a little… like she was dirty from selling herself. That is new. And that was before she went to hear Mrs. Hildebrandt.”
“Then this Friday night, a GCSU guy that she knows… well has had sex with several times, picked her up for a big party in Milledgeville. I think it was the first time Jake was at the house when she went out with another guy. He walked her to the door, then waited until they were gone before he went out to his car to go home. I know that was hard on him. Then at about 1:30 AM, she texted asking him to come pick her up again. Following GPS, he found it was at a big house right on the Baldwin County side of the lake, not actually in Milledgeville. I guess she’d had sex a couple of times over the night. Unlike last Sunday, she felt really good about herself after the party. She told me that she made a conscious decision not to pursue guys she thought she could get something out of. Instead, she looked for nice guys who would really appreciate what she could do for them. I think she found out that giving sex away without a selfish motive feels different than when she’s looking for a guy who she can use or when she sells it like she does to the guy who took her to Aspen. I think that is progress because before it was all the same to her.”
“She told me earlier in the week that when she’d talked with Sarah, she brought up having sex with other guys while her boyfriend is not there. She wanted to know how Sarah handled it since they both do it. Sarah told her that when she has sex with guys in her theater group, she always tells Lamar all about what she does, if possible, in person as soon as she comes back to Sparta. She told Maria Jane that for them, telling him what she does with other guys is an important part of their relationship. She said that making love to Lamar after she’s been with other guys validates what she does and makes it into something, in a spiritual sense, that they do together.”
Misty told Caitlin how she’d overheard Sarah telling her mother about that last night.
Caitlin nodded, “She’s not shy about telling people. So, while I knew Sarah felt that way about sex with other guys, I didn’t realize that Maria Jane didn’t. While she’s never hidden she goes to those parties and goes on dates with GCSU guys she meets at them, she’s never told Jake exactly what she does either. But I’ve heard her talk about being a party slut right in front of him at home, so he must know she’s having sex when she’s out.”
“Yes,” Misty said, “At the Valentine’s Day thing at my house, with Jake sitting right beside her she said that she likes being a super slut and talked about dating GCSU guys. Of course, she’d just finished fucking my brother right in front of him, so he certainly knows how she is.”
Caitlin clarified, “More than once Maria Jane has told me that Jake understands that being the party slut is her self-identity and that rejecting that would be rejecting who she is. So, on the way home Friday night, she asked if he wanted to hear about what she’d done at the party. She’d never done that before. As she’d hoped, he said he did. She told him that for the first part of the party, she was on her date’s arm. It seems that the jig is up. For the first time, I guess ever, everyone there knew she wasn’t a college student because they all knew she was a Euro Club girl. Her photos from our website and social media are well known at GCSU, and so her date saw her as a prize. And she was not surprised when he suggested she flash her tits to his friends. At about 10:30 he wanted to have sex, so they found a bedroom and did. Evidently, she gave Jake a detailed rundown of what she did with the guy. After she’d gotten him off twice, he was ready to go home, but it was just a little after 11:00 and she wanted to stay.”
“She texted Jake, and he texted back that he’d come to get her when she was ready, so her date left. She told me that for the next three hours, she danced, drank mostly soft drinks, and flirted. Not long after her date had gone, she made out with a really hot girl in the main room as mostly a show. A little later she was out on the back patio which overlooks the lake. She was flirting with a group of guys. One guy seemed really sweet, but shy. She baited him into appearing to ask her for a blow job. Before he knew what had happened, she was on her knees pulling his cock out of his pants. She said that she put on her best performance while she sucked him off right in front of a group of his friends… who were very impressed. He didn’t last very long and Maria Jane said he looked shell-shocked when she stood up and gave him a kiss before walking away. She was quite sure nothing like that had ever happened to him before.”
“She then told him about a couple she spent close to an hour with. The girl had a hundred questions about the Euro Club and seemed thrilled that one of them was at the party. After a while, Maria Jane suggested the three of them go down to the dock to get away from the noise. There, as she’d planned, she and the girl began to make out while her boyfriend watched. Before they were done, she had lifted up the girl's skirt, pulled off her panties, handed them to her boyfriend, and used her fingers and mouth to give her an orgasm. The girl kept telling Maria Jane that she’d never done anything remotely like that before. Even though the girl’s back was to the house and the party so it would be difficult for anyone to see what was going on, Maria Jane knew that the idea of outdoor sex was part of the thrill for her.”
“While the girl was still in a state of bewildered post-orgasm bliss, Maria Jane asked if she would like to see her get her boyfriend off with her mouth too. The girl just nodded. In short order, Maria Jane was sucking off the boyfriend while the girl watched. Once she swallowed down his jizz, she gave the girl a good taste of what her guy had given her. Afterward, she gave the girl her phone number and said to call her if they ever wanted a full threesome. The girl was more interested than Maria Jane had expected. That started a new conversation, and Maria Jane told them about sharing her boyfriend with me earlier in the week and how much she’d enjoyed watching him making love. She then added that if they wanted, she could bring her boyfriend too so they could have a foursome. I guess that is like the first time she’d talked about having a boyfriend at one of those parties. She said that Jake seemed to appreciate her including him like that. She said she felt really good about that whole little incident.”
Misty asked, “Does she think they will call?”
“She doesn’t know. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t. As you can guess, that was far from the first time she’s given out her number. But she said she’s never before given it out to a couple like that. It was part of her effort to change what she does.”
Misty saw that as a positive thing.
“She said by the time she finished telling Jake that story, they were most of the way home, but Jake was confused because she’d written in her text that she was in a threesome, but she said she’d left the couple on the dock. You see, at 1:30, she’d texted him to tell him she was in the middle of one but she’d be done by 2:00 and asked if he could pick her up then. She’d never told him anything like that before, let alone sent it in a text. So he’d been waiting to hear about that all the while she told the other stories. Finally, she told him how all night she’d been flirting with a pair of guys who’d kept showing up anytime she was not with other people. They weren’t the kind of guys who likely had a lot of success at parties like that, sort of nerdy. She was sure they hoped they could score with her but they were very timid about it. According to Maria Jane, they were both pretty inept at come-ons, but they were cute, and importantly, they were not the kind of spoiled rich guys she normally targeted at parties like that. So, at about 1:00, after she’d finished with the couple, she found them and just outright asked if they were interested in sharing her in one of the bedrooms. Of course, they did. She was sure her offer was beyond their most hopeful dreams.”
“Again, she gave Jake an explicit rundown of what she did with the two guys.”
Misty put in, “That probably took a while. As you know, with two guys in the bed at once, there are a lot of things to do.”
Caitlin laughed, “Oh, I know. To this day, my threesome with Stephen and Red is one of my best experiences ever. With two guys the pleasure is non-stop. From what Maria Jane said, I think she brought them both off, then took a short break where she sent the text to Jake, then did them again, getting them both off for the second time just before she left. I couldn’t resist telling her that my first threesome with two guys went an hour and a half, and they filled three condoms and came once in my mouth. I think she was impressed. But she said something unexpected happened, as she told her story to Jake, she found out that she really liked recounting what she’d done. She had never done that with anyone before. According to her, she played the teacher role with the two guys since neither of them had very much experience with sex and neither of them had ever had a threesome. She told Jake that she’d tried very hard not to just service the two guys, but to model the sexual sharing I’ve been encouraging. She took the time to tell them what she wanted them to do for her, which is something that simply had not been part of her sexual routine before. She said that she was surprised that she’d gotten an unusual kind of satisfaction from the hour she spent with them; which was why she’d been so upbeat when she’d gotten into Jake’s car. From what she said, she was still pulling on her clothes as she was walking out the door. She told me that she thanked Jake not just for picking her up, but for his support in letting her be who she is.”
“How did Jake respond to all of that?”
“She and I talked about it at length last night when I got home from work. She said the sex they had when they got home was some of the best they’d ever had. She apologized to him for not warning him that her mouth tasted like cum when she got in the car and kissed him. She explained that one of the guys had been filling her mouth as the alarm on her phone went off saying it was 2:00, so it was less than four or five minutes from the time the guy came in her mouth till she kissed Jake. He said he didn’t mind and reminded her that she’s kissed him right after Cody has cum in her mouth more than once, and that Cody is his cousin. So he was good with it.”
“As you said it would, it took so long to recount all the things she did with the two guys, she was still telling the story when they got to her room and started to get undressed. She is sure that Jake really was happy she’d had a good night and that the sex didn’t bother him as long as she wasn’t letting herself be used. I think they both fully buy into the idea that she can enjoy sex with other guys, even when he’s not there with her, while their relationship grows. Her effort Friday night to make that sex less one-sided is important to him, which is good for her. I’m not sure if it is better or worse that he doesn’t go to those parties with her, but I think that knowing that Lamar supports Sarah doing the same thing helps him. She does do one thing differently now. Since she’s joined the club and started dating Jake, she insists that every guy she screws at parties use condoms. I think that is the first concrete step she’s taken to claim control over her body. And the fact she does not use them with Jake is a way to show him sex with him is different to her. I let her know she had my complete support. Oh, and in the spirit of disclosure, we didn’t use condoms for our all-day threesome. He didn’t seem to ever run out of cum and it was everywhere.”
Misty laughed and said it was OK since Jake is low risk. Then she queried, “Do you mean Maria Jane doesn’t use condoms with guys she fucks to get stuff? What about when she was having sex for money?”
“Oh, she’s always carried condoms in her purse. Ever since she got pregnant when she was twelve, her mother insists on it. And, she said prior to moving here, especially when she was doing it for money, she nearly always used them. But since coming to Georgia, she’s become more sloppy about it. Like she doesn’t use them with the guy who took her to Aspen, but I think she’s going to stop seeing him after he goes home for the summer.”
Misty couldn’t help but see that Maria Jane’s life was changing for the better. They might be small changes, but hearing that she didn’t like the feeling of selling herself, changing the kinds of people she did it with, and insisting on condom use were signs that she was reassessing her self-worth. Misty was afraid that Maria Jane, deep down, saw herself as only having value as long as she pleased guys with her body. That was not a healthy belief system. If she could come to believe that she deserved the respect of her sex partners, rather than being the party sex toy, it would revolutionize her life.
Misty considered what she’d overheard Sarah telling her mom last night about what she’d been doing at theater parties. While what Sarah and Maria Jane were doing seemed similar, Misty thought it mattered profoundly that their motivations were very different. When Sarah had sex at theater parties, it was based on her self-empowerment. Yes, Misty also knew that Sarah liked showing off, especially with sex, but it was still rooted in her positive view of herself. That girl had no problem with having a positive self-image. But, from what Misty could tell, what Maria Jane has been doing at parties for years is based on a view of only having worth in pleasing guys. Since she was in 6th or 7th grade, Maria Jane has been fucking guys because she believes that is all she has to offer. That was very different from what Sarah did.
To Caitlin, she said, “I think you are right, Maria Jane really does need to start meeting with Mom, or Ms. Slosh, or Mrs. Hildebrant. She needs more guidance than you and I can provide.”
A little later Misty asked Caitlin, “And what about you and your boyfriend, Caleb? Last time I saw him, we were looking at photos of you having sex with me and Salvador. Was he OK with you having a threesome with Maria Jane and Jake?”
“Oh, I let him know I was going to do it the day before. He’d known I was going to join them for a couple of weeks. I guess I first brought it up on your birthday after you turned down my request that you join him and me for the night.”
Misty laughed, “Not turned down, delayed. Now that I’m finished with the yearbook, my afternoons will be free. Talk to him and see if he could come over after school one day this week. Let him know I’ve been looking forward to it.”
Caitlin countered, “I think I’d rather do it at my place if it's OK with you. That way it will be you joining us rather than us joining you. Do you see the difference?”
Misty understood. She should have thought of that herself. After saying that would be fine, she added, “And talk to your mom and Janet about setting up a date for the two of them and you and Maria Jane to come over. If you guys don’t mind, it would be easiest to do both shoots on the same day. That way you and Maria Jane can be my assistants for your mom’s shoot, and your mom and Mrs. Rojas can help with yours.”
Caitlin agreed and then went on to tell Misty about her mom’s first couple of weeks back at Fantasy Productions. Apparently, she stepped right back in as if she’d not left. She had already begun pre-production work on her first project as Production Manager. Caitlin also told Misty that her mom already had her first performance role booked on another project next week. “She’s looking forward to getting back in front of the camera. It is something she feels very good about and while her roles will be more of a hot MILF than the young temptress, she’s good with that.”
Before Misty could respond, Bonnie, Cooper, Butch, and Tabitha came out from the house.
Misty pulled the little waterproof camera from her bag and handed it to Caitlin. “When you are not holding the reflector for me, can you use this to get both photos and videos of the shoot? I’d like some behind-the-scenes stuff of me posing the models and such.”
Caitlin said she would and Misty quickly showed her how to switch from stills to video on the little camera. Since she’d shot her mom with Butch and Dad with Tabitha before, all four participants were quite relaxed as they stripped down and got onto the daybed.
“Let’s start with something simple,” Misty said before she arranged the two couples. She asked the women to lay on the outside of the two men so they could start the shoot by giving head. She explained that her plan was to maintain symmetry between the two couples for most of the shoot.
She was very glad to have Caitlin using the reflector board, but she also used her flash to fill in dark spots. Shooting one couple having sex was hard to light, shooting two was more than twice as hard. For the entire sixty minutes allotted for the shoot, she was all about composition and lighting. She tried to work fast because she knew an hour was not enough time to really pull off what she’d wanted. But she’d work with what she was given.
Caitlin caught her orchestrating each position change with the little camera, then she picked up the reflector board to help with lighting the new arrangement. Misty shot each new pose of the two couples from multiple angles. She found that to get the visual symmetry between the two pairs, required a good many small directions, such as, “Tabitha, bend your knees to match my moms,” or “Mom, open your eyes and look right at Butch.” From what she could tell, these small directions did not seem to disrupt the erotic energy that she was trying to capture in her photos. Additionally, she shot a couple of minutes of video of the action with her DSLR before moving up on the ladder to shoot down at them.
As she worked, she lost herself into her craft of creating images with light, shadow, shape, and … and something more, something more ethereal. In St. Martin, she’d felt that way too. It was like she was now to the point that she was making more than simple photographs. She had begun to craft art that was more than just a sum of the parts. Just as a wood carver transformed a simple wood block into an object that had its own life and meaning, so too she was creating something that transcended the mere capture of a moment. Perhaps, she thought, she was finally becoming an artist.
She had only gotten three positions shot (beyond the opening blow jobs) when Caitlin said, “Only ten minutes left.” Where had the hour gone? Misty knew she was not going to even start working toward shooting Mom taking both men at once, but it could not be helped.
She rapidly wrapped up the position they were in, both women up on their knees while their heads were down on the mattress. Then she started on what would be the last pose. “OK, Mom and Tabitha, I need you to lay on your back with your legs hanging off the end of the bed. Dad and Butch, I want you to lift their legs onto your shoulders and enter them while standing on the ground. Given the height of the bed, you’ll be holding their hips well off the mattress. This will be the last set, so I will work quickly to capture the pose from the ground and on the ladder, then I’ll tell you to both fuck them hard. I want all four of you to orgasm before we are done. So, Mom and Tabitha, once I tell you I have the shots of the pose I want, if you need to, use your hands on yourselves to get yourselves off. Hopefully, I will capture each of the four of you as you climax. And Dad and Butch, none of that pulling out to cum stuff. I want to record you two men filling the women with your semen as the final act of the shoot.”
Her models followed her directions to the tee. But Misty saw she needed an adjustment so she had the women slide their feet off the men’s shoulders and into the crook of their arms. “Yes, that is better,” she said before she began to shoot from both sides of the daybed and from the back showing the two men’s butts as they stroked. She was sure the wives would like that shot… and even better would be the minute of video of their buns working as they thrust.
Once she climbed up the ladder, she found a new challenge. To get the photo she wanted, she had to lean so far over the bed to make her balance on the ladder precarious at best. Yet, she could not reach far enough to shoot directly down onto her mom and Tabitha lying on the mattress side by side. The effect was not what she’d wanted, but without climbing onto the canopy frame, she just couldn’t get the shot. With a little bit of frustration, she framed the picture the best she could and gave some final directions. “OK Mom and Tabitha, hold hands. Dad you and Butch need to synch your strokes so that you are going in and out at exactly the same time.”
All four of her models did as she asked, and after a few directions to Caitlin about the light, she said “Good, just like that.” She gave the men time to work up a rhythm and the women time to relax and focus on the pleasure. Her dad and Butch were sliding their erections in and out in perfect harmony. It was beautiful and sexy. While it was not exactly the image she’d had in her mind when she proposed the shoot, it was good. Misty took a series of photos and then said, “Keep going. I’m going to get a couple of minutes of video of this. I think you’ll like it.”
They went nine minutes over, but both women climaxed within a minute of each other, and then both men followed almost immediately. She caught their orgasms with video rather than still shots, but the motion and sounds of their rapid-fire climaxes were something better caught with video.
When everyone had worked all the way through their orgasms, she had the men pull out at the same time… slowly. She got photos of that too. When she was back on the ground, Misty asked, “Mom and Tabitha, can I get one last quick pose? Can both of you sit up, leaning on the backrest, with your feet flat on the mattress, your knees bent and legs splayed slightly?” To Caitlin, she said, “Don’t worry about the reflector, I want video of all of this.”
When they did so and Misty had set up the shot from the foot of the daybed, she gave a final direction, “Now squeeze so that some of the semen comes out of you. I was surprised that when I did this with Mom and Dad on the beach, the photos were better than I’d expected. I think this will make a good final image for this shoot… and a memory of the times you guys have had all these Sunday afternoons over the past year.”
It was actually a little comic watching the two of them squeezing, but it worked and she made sure to zoom in to shoot video of the semen oozing out of their vaginas and slowly dripping onto the mattress. Misty said, “Now look at me and give me a smile of satisfaction.”
Butch, who stood beside Misty said, “Now that is hot. Great idea.”
Misty knew she would have to use Photoshop to lighten the area between their legs and to close the gap between them a few inches, but that was doable. The symmetry of the two women side by side and the raw sexuality of it made for a good final photograph. While she didn’t get all the poses she’d wanted, she was sure she got enough good photos to make the shoot worthwhile. Even as she worked she’d decided that she’d splice together the still photos and video that she and Caitlin were taking to make a single fifteen-minute video of the whole shoot. While it would take a lot of work, she was sure that it would be well received by the people in The Circle… and would be quite popular among the club girls.
After they were done, before she went back into the house, Tabitha gave Misty a hug and said, “That was very professionally done. I can tell you’ve become much more confident doing this than when you shot us in the fall. I look forward to seeing the photos.”
When Misty and Caitlin began to clean up the gear, Caitlin reiterated what Tabitha had said, “She was right, you have become more confident and professional at doing this.”
Misty knew they were right. She was more secure in the process and it had felt very much like she was a craftsman working with practiced skill and the confidence that came with it. She knew in her head that she’d witnessed an hour of erotic power, yet to her, it had all been about her craft. It was sort of odd that photographing her parents having sex with a younger couple didn’t even begin to generate any sexual response. It was particularly noticeable since she knew how much she enjoyed watching her mother with other men. She supposed that too was a sign she’d become of professional. But she also could see herself sitting in the game room watching the final video with Lamar, as they both masturbated. Yes, that would happen for sure.
Caitlin went on, “I think when you shoot my mother and Janet together, she will be impressed. She’s been having sex on camera for twenty years and she’s worked with a lot of photographers, but I’m sure you’ll stand up to any of them.”
“Thanks, I hope so. I’ll confess, I’m a little nervous about shooting your mom for that very reason. I’ve never shot a real pro before.”
“You’ll do fine.”
Misty hoped she was right. She added one last thing, “And let them know that I want to do a short glamour set before we do the erotica. And that will be true for when I shoot you and Maria Jane as well. So, it will be a long session.”
While her parents and Butch & Tabitha planned out the youth meeting in the living room, Misty “rested” with Caitlin in her bed. While she’d had wonderful and meaningful sexual experiences in St. Martin, Misty knew there was nothing quite like holding Caitlin’s body next to hers. She’d often wondered if her deep soulful love for Caitlin was like her parents' love for each other. There was a special kind of comfort that she only got with Caitlin. As much as she’d burned with love for Tommy, it wasn’t like what she got out of just being with the person who was like her other half.
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Bonnie was glad they were able to make it for the Sunday night youth meeting. Even though she had missed quite a few Sunday mornings due to Saturday evening speaking engagements, she almost always made the youth meetings at night. She was sure that her most enduring work was not her lecture series but her personal influence with these teens. The group had grown over the last year. Now the Family Life Center was nearly always filled on Sunday nights. Rather than the scandalous behavior of the Campbell family hurting attendance, it had done quite the opposite. And tonight, she decided to wear the shortest skirt she’d ever worn to Youth Group. She was making a statement to the kids that Mrs. C. was not going to be intimidated. She was sure the message would be received. It never ceased to amaze her how young people will flock to truth and practical help when they avoid adult power figures like the plague.
By now the number of teens who came to this Sunday evening youth time nearly always exceeded the number of people in the Sunday morning worship service. And as nearly all the teens present came from families outside the church, it was difficult for the more conservative church members to gain any traction by complaining about Bonnie and Cooper. Beyond this, Cooper and Mike Marshal were both trustees and Rev. McBride was on board with what they were trying to accomplish. And, she thought, between her, Trish, and Slosh, they were effectively co-opting the votes of two more church elders by acting as Rahabs with Mr. Dill and a yet unnamed man to whom Slosh had already begun making love as a service to God.
In the middle of last summer Bonnie, to scuttle any clandestine attacks, had invited Mrs. McBride and her family to one of the family’s pool parties. To be right up front Bonnie told the minister's wife that although the majority of people, adults and kids alike, went a’natural, not everyone did and her family was free to dress as they felt comfortable. Mrs. McBride did not flinch but said though she had heard as much, and she appreciated the invite, she didn’t think the bishop would be understanding if her family participated. Then she surprised Bonnie by saying, "If we were free to do as we wished my answer would be different." She didn't elaborate on what she meant, but it sure sounded like she actually wished her family could join the nude swim group. Though nothing came of her invitation, it was good she had let the McBrides know that they were not trying to hide anything.
Cooper and Bonnie both knew that their minister was risking his own career by allowing them to continue leading the youth group. They both were afraid that the events at Lake Sinclair would bring the attention of the District Superintendent or even the Bishop, so this might well be Bonnie and Cooper's last youth group session. With that in mind, they started the meeting.
She’d been surprised to see Judith Kohl in the back of the hall talking to some of the teens. Trish had first seen her and asked Bonnie if she knew who the woman was. Bonnie explained and suggested that Trish tell the other adults not to bother her.
The kids settled down, it was a good group, over two hundred. This would be a very large teen church group in Atlanta, but here in the most rural part of Georgia, it was enormous. Bonnie knew these kids were coming from not just Hancock County, but the other surrounding communities as well. The praise band warmed them up with some Christian rock tunes before Butch picked up the mic and opened up with a few announcements before saying “Tonight we are going to deviate from our routine to have one of those topical sessions. Tonight, Bonnie will moderate our discussion.”
Butch handed his mic to her. “Good evening teens,” she said. “Sorry we missed last week, we were suffering out on the beach in French San Marteen, or St. Martin to you English speakers. One boy on the second row, Bonnie thought his name was Hank but she wasn’t sure, shouted out, “We know, we saw the pics!”
Bonnie stopped and looked over to Cooper. Without even thinking what she was saying she asked the boy, “The pics? How could you have seen them, I haven’t even seen most of the photos we took on our trip yet.” She asked her question in complete sincerity.
The boy continued, “Well there are really good pictures of your whole family on a beach website,” the boy said, rather than shouted.
“Oh,” she said raising her hands. “Do you mean from last summer?”
Megan LeCroix, on the front row, answered “No, brand new ones. I am sure they are from last week. You had to know that when Tabitha told us where you were last Sunday that a lot of us started looking at beach websites to see if any photos would show up. And a couple of days ago, several did. Of all four of you guys together, nude on a beach. They are really good quality too.”
Bonnie's mind raced. She honestly had not expected photos to show up even before they made it home. She calmed and replied, “Oh I didn’t know that. What site?” She knew what she was saying, but what else could she do? In the hall were over two hundred mostly high school students but more than a few middle schoolers, every one of them surely had seen her nude photos; yet, they respected her enough to come to these meetings. Doing anything but embracing this new information would destroy that trust. Megan stood so everyone could hear, “The site you want to see is, www dot hot beach pics dot com, it’s a free site and the pics are great. The set is entitled Nude Family on Orient Bay Beach. And girls, in the new pics we get a good full-frontal look at the hot Campbell guys as well as Misty and Mrs. C.”
That immediately got a round of cheers from girls across the room.
Bonnie shook her head and smiled. "Thank you for the publicity Megan, but that isn’t what we need to talk about.” Bonnie said, then retrenched and said “Well, it sorta is. What we need to talk about is wisdom in using our freedoms.”
“Those who have been here for a while know I’m no prude. Right?”
A chorus agreed with her.
“How many here have been to a party at my house? A couple dozen raised their hands.
“Hmmm, well we’ll have to have a Youth Group party this summer. How many have heard about parties at my house and would like to come to one this summer, perhaps for Memorial Day?”
Every hand went up and a unanimous hearty verbal agreement followed.
“OK we’ll start with that. Now when we have a party this summer for this group. And as of now, I promise a pool party for you. Could I make it anything goes, like at an adult-only party?”
A few hoots of yes went up but many shook their head. She continued “I could, but, what would happen? Likely I’d be arrested and charged with any number of crimes. In theory, I could host such a party, but I won’t. And I won’t do it not because it would break laws, some laws need to be challenged. No, I wouldn’t because it would not help the youngest of you to be in that environment and it would not forward my agenda of your personal growth as Christians and citizens. To put it in short the benefit would not be worth the price.”
“St. Paul told the church at Corinth that ‘All things are morally permissible’ – that’s pretty broad, including inviting you guys to an adult style, anything goes party. But he continued to say not everything builds us up and some things can harm those around us. If we had no rules at a pool party with this group, people would get hurt, in many ways. So, though I theoretically could have such a party, I won’t. A party for this group would have rules, not for rules sake but to meet the needs of a group with teens of many different ages and levels of maturity.”
She took the mic from its stand, exited the stage, and walked up the center aisle. “Who are the youngest people here? How many of you are thirteen or fourteen years old?” Perhaps twenty hands went up. “OK, how many are seventeen or eighteen years old or older?” Far more hands went up. From what Bonnie could tell a good one in three were in that group. That made sense as the group was skewed to those of driving age.
“Now, if I had a party for just those of you who are eighteen and above, should the rules be different than if the thirteen-year-olds were present?”
A resounding “Yes.”
“Of course, other than the drinking age, eighteen-year-olds are legally adults, and so most of the rules I would have for the younger teens would not apply to you. At the end of last school year, the Euro Club sponsored a pool party at my house.”
She was interrupted by many a hoot and holler.
“Yes, I’ve heard it has passed into legend. Sorry guys, I’m sure most of the things you have heard are not true. But, we did not allow anyone who was not sixteen to attend. Thus I had more rules than a party exclusively of eighteen-year-olds. But fewer than I will have for this group. Why am I droning on about this? I think you know. OK, who was at the party at the lake?”
A few hands went up “Come on, you’re not going to get ratted out.”
Twenty or so hands went up.
“Now who has the courage to tell the group how that turned out? As I understand it was an open party with no rules at all.”
After a wait, Jeannette’s boyfriend, Tyler, stood.
“Thanks, Tyler,” Bonnie said. “May I ask who went with you?”
“Jeannette and my little sister, Nora.”
Bonnie couldn’t help but recall that Nora was the one who was coming to her house next Saturday for Lamar to introduce her to sex. Sidestepping that thought she asked Tyler, “To quote Dr. Phil, how’d it work out for you?”
“Not too good,” the teenage boy said.
“What went wrong?” she asked him.
“Well, I know that a lot of people, even young kids, were drinking and smoking weed. I’m sure there were people there who'd never done weed before pressured into doing it for the first time. Then a bunch of people got arrested, and….” he paused, she could tell he was upset “I know firsthand that some guys I know got real drunk and did some stuff that they really regret.”
“Thank you. I think that about sums up what happened. Anyone have something to add?” When there was a report of kids having drunken sex, Bonnie pushed it and asked "And how many of those drunk or stoned couples used condoms to prevent an unwanted pregnancy or disease?" By the faces, she could tell there was surprise she'd used the word condom in church. In the past, she’d always danced around that word, but not tonight. She didn’t pause but went on to point out how the responsible use of freedom she spoke of was very different than what happened at the lake. "Of those who went, who would agree with my guess that few to none of the drunk or stoned couples were using protection?"
It appeared that all the same people who admitted to having been there agreed. "Is that how we should use our Christian liberty? I think not!" Bonnie carried on the discussion for an hour. As they went more and more teens offered to speak and more and more specific horror stories came out. The worst of which were reports of two different girls forced to have sex against their will: i.e. they were raped. One of the girls was assaulted right in front of a group of drunken boys.
Bonnie concluded by pressing the issue that their free will is not a license to go do anything they want. Rather it is a responsibility to choose to benefit themselves and their peers. “There simply is no list of rules I can give you to live by, except the one that Jesus gave us to love those around us. Christians must treat our peers with dignity and respect. Beginning tomorrow there will be those who wish to silence this youth group. They will falsely claim that we, you, are responsible for what happened at the lake. Why? Because they want to re-impose Victorian-era morality codes that have nothing to do with authentic Christianity. They want to replace the obligation of loving your peers with the obligation of obeying their rules. We will not turn those people back by simply defying them. We must be more committed to the law of love than they are to their rules. You and your peers will determine whether this incident gives others power over you or shows you have the power to choose right on your own.”
With that, she turned the meeting over to Butch to close, but Cooper was on his way to the stage. Butch handed a mic to Cooper.
“Before we close, I just wanted to thank DeeDee Hildebrandt for filling in for us last week.” He motioned to DeeDee who was standing behind the kids. “I heard she really got a lot of you thinking. I’ll confess, that some of the things her group of Christians teach were a real challenge to me when I first heard them. However, as time has gone on, I’m finding more and more to support. But, I am obligated to reiterate what Butch said last week, that many of the things she taught are not the position of the United Methodist Church. We invited her to present because I knew she would say things that would get you thinking, and thinking is always a good thing. We also invited her because Bonnie and I respect her and her Christian walk. So, while I can’t officially endorse everything she said, I can endorse her as a model Christian that we would all do well to emulate. Thank you, DeeDee.”
With that, Butch made a few announcements before dismissing the group.
After the group began to disperse Bonnie, as often was the case, had a line of kids, mostly girls, wanting to talk with her. She didn’t finish until Rev. McBride came in and shut out the lights in the hall.
In the parking lot the reporter, Judith, stood by the green Toyota she’d arrived at the house in. Bonnie had seen her standing in the back while she spoke. It had been a surprise, but she was glad she’d come. For her to give up her entire Sunday for this story was quite a commitment.
The reporter extended a hand, “Impressive. I must say I wish I had a youth leader like you in my church when I was a kid. Just showing up to church in that outfit would be enough to give the nuns a heart attack.”
Bonnie laughed, “Oh, about a month ago I started wearing the clothes I wear for my lectures to Youth Group… with one small change. This is not the top I normally wear. The tops I use on the road range from semi-sheer to completely transparent. And since all my bras now are quarter cup or open tip, I’m completely on display. But I don’t think I could get away with showing off like that here.”
Judith nodded, “Oh, I know how you dress when you give your lectures. I’ve seen the photos. Though given how these kids adore you, I don’t think they would mind one bit if you dressed the same way for their meetings.” She gave a snort, “My Catholic Bishop would not be as flexible as your Methodist one is about what you do here.”
Bonnie laughed and corrected Judith, “I doubt my bishop is much more open to what we are doing here than yours, but so far he does not know.”
Judith chuckled, “Probably not. I really should have come to hear you speak before I wrote my first article. You really were phenomenal.”
The compliments embarrassed Bonnie a little.
Judith continued “I really can’t believe that you were so calm when they said they had seen nude beach photos of you and your family from this past week. I know you could not miss how many kids pulled out their phones and brought up your photos on the web while you spoke. Standing in the back I could see phones being passed around. One time I looked over the shoulder of a kid on the back row, I saw a nude picture of you and your husband plain as day. I’m a grown woman, but I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but stare”
Bonnie smiled and said, “Yes, I saw the phones being passed around. I didn’t see the screens, but I knew what they were looking at.”
Judith went on, “And they were doing this in church, right in front of you. I could tell the adults standing in the back could see just as well as I could what the kids were looking at. Yet, they did nothing to stop them. I can’t imagine having the nerve to go on speaking, let alone not blink, knowing they were looking at me naked while I was standing in front of them.”
“It’s not the first time these kids have seen nude photos of me,” Bonnie said with a chuckle.
“Yes, I know. You mentioned them when I interviewed you last fall. Now looking back, I see I am less mature about sexuality than many of the kids here. I didn't look up the photos simply because I knew that I would have been embarrassed to see someone I knew personally in a photo like that. These teens don't suffer from that problem.”
Judith took a deep breath and went on, “As you can guess I didn’t drive back to Augusta after our interview. I holed up and read through your blog. I don’t think you had it when I last interviewed you. I’ll admit, my face was red more often than not and I had a hard time reading some of it. And even though I’d not looked up the nude beach photos of you last fall, I mustered the courage to keep going this afternoon, nude photos and all. Even Fifty Shades of Grey doesn’t compare to what you write, and what you write is real, not fantasy. I struggled to manage my embarrassment… and I’ll confess my arousal, as I read, but I made it to the end. At the time I didn’t think about it, but now I suspect that a good many of those kids in that room read every post, and see every photo.”
Bonnie nodded, “My kids have told me that pretty much all of them read every new post. So even when I’m writing, or selecting photos to include, I know these kids will read it, though I try to put that out of my head since they are not my intended audience. My primary audience is the people who have been to my lectures, and in those, I show several photos of me that are more sexually explicit than anything I’ve posted so far.”
Bonnie could tell it took Judith several seconds to process what she said because when she did, she saw the response on her face. However, she made no comment about it and went on, “So you had to know nearly all of those kids have seen your post from last week that told the story of you with a couple you met at a conference a few weeks ago… you met the couple and invited them to your room. The story was so vivid it was like I was in the room watching you have sex with both of them. I’ll admit, just that one story introduced me to ideas that I simply never imagined before, and the photo of you actually in the act of having sex with the husband just ensured my visualizations were accurate.”
“The photo was taken by his wife,” Bonnie pointed out.
“Yes, the caption said so. And I should acknowledge the photo was tastefully done. You must have made a point to show off your wedding ring in the picture because it is right up front and clearly visible. But the man you were having sex with was not your husband. And that was just that one story. I honestly didn’t know real people did all that. Really.”
Bonnie laughed, “Well I’m very real and every one of those stories are true. And for every story I write up, I have a dozen that I don’t.”
Judith shook her head. “It’s the fact I know you that has my head spinning. You seem just so normal, yet what you do and write about is so… so not normal. Well, that and how you seamlessly blend activities that I was taught were totally depraved into a larger story of your Christian commitment in a way that will take me years to think through. With my Catholic upbringing, it is so hard for me to hold all those conflicting thoughts in my head. And you know full well that these kids in your church youth group have read those stories.”
Bonnie just nodded.
Judith went on, “They came tonight and come every Sunday night to hear you and your husband. I’ve talked to them. They respect you as a model Christian. It is remarkable to me that those photos and your blog do not seem to have any negative consequence for the respect they have for you. I talked to a good number of kids before and after the service and I didn't find one who didn't see you as the paragon of Christian morality. Two explicitly said they knew you and your husband have sex with other people, but that doesn’t make you immoral. That just so goes against everything I was taught when I was a teenager, and deep down still can't shake."
Bonnie understood what she was saying. "I know it is a hard concept to grasp that Christian morality is not a matter of abstinence or monogamy, but about how you treat people around you. How many people are truly evil, but promote the idea that sex is only moral in marriage? You must know that both the Nazi's and the Soviet communist promoted what is called traditional sexual morality. Were they moral? These kids see the difference between abstinence and morality. Yes, abstinence can be part of their moral construct, and for many of these kids, it is. In fact, I can say with confidence that our kids here do not begin sex significantly earlier than they do at the big evangelical church in our county. At the same time, they know that when they do have sex there is a moral obligation to do so in a way that benefits their partner. We have taught them directly that Christian morality is not about whether or not they have sex, but about how they behave if they do. This kind of Christian morality works its way out in issues such as ensuring both mutual consent and mutual desire before a couple has sex. What I teach the girls is unless their heart and body are saying ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ they should tell the boy ‘No, no, no.”
Judith laughed at that, but she also agreed.
Bonnie went on “The sexual morality we teach is also about the respectful treatment of partners after they have already had sex. How many girls have given it up to a boy she thought cared about her only to find out that she was no more than a means for the boy to brag to his friends about his machismo? Telling teens the simplistic idea that premarital sex is bad does nothing to teach that higher level of morality that they really need. And you heard me talk about the use of condoms. Preventing unwanted pregnancy or disease is just as much a part of teen sexual morality as is the decision whether or not to have sex. These kids know Christian morality and abstinence are not one and the same… or in the case of their youth leaders, monogamy is not morality.”
Judith took in a deep breath and then said, "You know you’re making it hard for me to stay objective on this.”
“How?” Bonnie asked.
“Because first, your daughter impressed me so much, so mature and confident. You’ve done a great job with her. Then tonight I saw you with these kids. Not pandering, but not hiding either, just up front with the real world. I’ve got two teenagers. If it weren’t so far, I’d tell them, not ask them, to come hear you.”
Bonnie felt her face warm up. “Thank you, that is very nice of you to say.”
“And it is very true. For a Catholic mom to say she’d send her kids to a Protestant church is really saying something.”
They both laughed, and Judith turned to leave. "I just wanted to say that before I left… And do those kids always mob you like that after service?”
“Yea, pretty much.”
“Wow, amazing,” she said to herself as she turned to open her car door. Then she stopped and called to Bonnie, “Keep me apprised of your topics and perhaps I’ll bring my kids myself. I wouldn’t mind talking to some of these teens again for my writing.”
“I’ll do that,” Bonnie replied before heading over to her car where Cooper was talking to Trish.
She and her husband hadn’t seen as much of Trish in the past couple of months as they had in the fall and early winter. From early summer until late January, Trish had been spending every Saturday night in their bed (whether or not Bonnie was home). Since then however, that had become more sporadic. Several factors contributed to the change, but as Bonnie saw it, the underlying reason was that “The Circle” as everyone now called it was fully integrated into all of their lives. When Trish had begun sleeping with Cooper last summer, she very much needed his attention to give her a sense of belonging, now The Circle filled that role for her. Well, The Circle and Richard Ravenell.
In Trish’s case, she’d developed a special relationship with Beth Ann Jefferson. While they would not call themselves a couple exactly, during the majority of weeks since the Arabian Nights party they’ve shared a bed at least once. In most cases, the sex included her husband, Calvin, but not always. While Calvin was a regular playmate to Trish, Beth Ann was her lover. That was not unlike how Bonnie considered Ashely a lover while her husband Chad was just a playmate, even though in most cases when Bonnie had sex with Ashly, Chad was there too. At the same time, Ashly and Ronda were a couple, and Chad had sex with Sherry more Wednesdays than not. Those sorts of interlocking social/sexual relationships had become the fabric of The Circle.
Moreover, The Circle might well be expanding. According to Brandy, one of the other young couples in their Sunday School class (which Cooper taught) was planning on coming to the Sunday swimsuit-optional Swim Days when they resumed next month. Everyone in the young-adult Sunday school class knew about Cooper & Bonnie’s non-monogamous marriage, yet they still looked up to them as spiritual leaders. So it had not come as a great surprise to Bonnie to hear that the couple had also been talking to Brandy and Dwight about Christian non-monogamy. Additionally, according to Misty, Margret Adams (Joanne’s mother) and Dorcus Broderick (Connie & Lauren’s mother) had promised their daughters they would come to the swim days too, though they’d made no promises about what they would wear. So, their impact at St. Thomas’s continued to grow.
When Bonnie joined her husband and Trish by the car, Cooper said, “Trish has been telling me that Sue Ann has been talking to Ruthie quite a bit over the past couple of weeks.”
Bonnie turned to Trish, “I didn’t know they hung out together.”
Trish replied, “They both have been helping in the children’s service for a while, but about a month ago, Ruthie just up and asked Sue Ann if she had come to our pool parties last summer. And you know Sue Ann, she was right up front about what they are like. She told her all about both the family days and the adult-only days at your pool. She also told her how she’s been having sex with Brandy and Calvin since the fall. However, I’m not sure if Sue Ann told Ruthie that she’s also screwing her sister’s husband. But I was telling Cooper that, in addition to talking at church, over the last few weeks they have begun talking quite a bit on the phone.”
“What about?” Bonnie asked.
Trish smiled and answered, “Sex, what do you think? I guess our conservative friend might have been irreparably corrupted by her visit to your hot tub last month. Watching you two having sex with her friend from work and her friend’s husband really made an impact on her.”
“Does she want to join in the debauchery?” Bonnie asked with a smile.
“No… well at least not yet. That is what Sue Ann seems to think. But Ruthie wants to do the hot tub thing with you guys again, and so does her friend from work. Sue Ann sort of accidentally set up a date to bring her new boyfriend along with Ruthie and Stephanie & Gregg to hang out with you and Cooper in your hot tub on Wednesday evening. She’d been trying to get a hold of you since Thursday, then she was going to ask you this morning, but you weren’t here.”
Bonnie quickly said, “I’d love to have them over, but I’ll be out of town on Wednesday evening this week.”
Cooper cut in, “I told her that, but I don’t mind hosting the group without you.”
To her husband, Bonnie said, “Well if you are good with playing host, I don’t mind. Trish, would you be offended if I asked DeeDee to fill in for me as Cooper’s date and hostess? They were already going to spend the evening together. And besides, I’d like to give her a chance to show herself socially as Cooper’s girlfriend… or paramour… I’m not sure we’ve decided what to call their relationship.”
Trish smiled, “Of course, I don’t mind. Wednesday is my normal night to spend with Beth Ann and Calvin anyway.”
“OK, then I’ll get Cooper to call DeeDee and Trish if you can call Sue Ann. Tell her that we will be happy for them all to come. Do you know what time Sue Ann told them?”
“7:00 PM,” Trish replied. “Will you be at Waffle House in the morning to tell us all about your trip?”
“No. I’m afraid I have a lot of work to catch up on in the office, and as I said, I’ll be flying out on Wednesday morning. So, as much as I hate it, I won’t be there tomorrow.”
Trish thought for a moment, then moved closer before saying, “I understand, but I wanted to let you know that tomorrow at noon, I am meeting with Tom Dill. Not at my apartment, at least not at first. I asked DeeDee to come with me to meet him for lunch. She is going to explain about Rahabism. As much as I like Tom and all that he’s done for me, I don’t want him to get the wrong idea about why I said I’d… well you know what. So far, all the arrangements have been made by Sherry, and well, I thought he and I should talk before we have our first… uh… session. I was hoping you’d be there too, but obviously, you can’t.”
Bonnie replied, “I completely understand why you want to meet at a neutral site to talk directly about what we have agreed to. And, I think you are right. What will DeeDee tell him?”
“She’s going to tell him that she is a Rahab and has been since she was a teenager. She said she will explain spiritual sexuality and how what she does, and what you and I will be doing with him is an act of service to God. But I’ll make a point to let him know that both you and I like him and wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t. DeeDee and I have talked about this and I’ve decided that, at least in my case, he should make a donation to the St. Thomas’s Youth Group fund each week as payment for my services. That way he will know for sure that I’m not looking to start a romantic relationship with him. I haven’t decided for sure, but I think I will tell him I am seeing Richard Ravenel on a romantic basis, but what I will be doing with him is different. DeeDee told me that there are more what she calls ‘lay Rahabs’ who serve God through sex on occasion than consecrated Rahabs like her. So, I guess as of tomorrow I will become a lay-Rahab. Slosh already has adopted that terminology.”
Bonnie nodded. She understood why DeeDee wanted Tom to pay. By having him give the money to the Youth Group, Trish would be making a donation of her sexuality to God’s work with the church’s youth outreach, while sidestepping the discomfort of taking money from him for sex. Bonnie also understood what Trish was really asking was, “Should she tell Tom the same payment arrangement would apply to the Mondays Bonnie is with him?”
Cooper spoke up, “Actually Bonnie, I don’t know if you are aware, but DeeDee says I am a lay Rahab already even if I don’t call myself that. I haven’t mentioned it, but today while you were talking to that reporter, I spoke to DeeDee on the phone. She asked if I could give a short talk on my experience of being a male Rahab at the mini-conference they are having the day her friend Mary is consecrated a week from next Saturday.”
Though Bonnie had heard DeeDee say Cooper was like a male Rahab before, this was new. It made sense her Rahabist group would like to move Rahabism away from just women serving men, or even women serving other women or couples. It was a good move for them and they were right about Cooper. He was a great example of a man who used sex to heal his partners. That reality washed away any reservations she had. She told Trish it was a good idea and they could tell Tom she was on board with the plan.
And just like that, Bonnie agreed to be a prostitute for God. Oddly, she felt very good about herself for agreeing to directly give her sexuality to God’s service. After all, she’d thought of herself as a quasi sex-worker since September when she’d started having sex on the road to support the FFF mission. This was simply formalizing her role. She thought that perhaps she could make up for all the self-centered sex she’d had over the years.
So, despite their desire to have a quiet few days, yet another thing crowded in on their time.
When Misty made it home from Youth Group, before she got back to work on the photo project, she checked her email, sitting on her bed in an old tanktop. She worked through several messages dealing with the party at Lake Sinclair. Those from club members she simply replied by telling them she’d been out of the country all week and had not heard about it until she’d returned. To those who were not club affiliated, she stated plainly that the event was not Euro Club sponsored or sanctioned. She did however promise to find out what happened, but it might be days or even weeks before they put all the pieces together. Because of that, she decided she needed to put something out now.
She started by writing a piece to post on the website and all the social media accounts. It was a short explanation that said more or less what she’d put in the emails, then put in a request: “If anyone has pics of those people who put on the party, including those at the gate, please send them in to the club. The most useful thing would be photos of the vehicles used to bring in the equipment. If we could find a photo that showed their vehicles’ license plates, it would go a long way to finding out the truth.”
After all of those emails, she opened one from Emily Hopkins. It said:
Misty, I want to thank you and your family again for everything. Saturday afternoon my mother and I had a long talk and I showed her a lot more pictures, but not all of them. Afterward, I asked her directly if she’d done photo shoots where she had sex. She said she had, twice. She told me that after she’d taken a year off to have me, she found she was not in demand the way she had been before. She explained that from the first year she was modeling, she’d been offered good money to do porn videos but never did. But, trying to regain her career, she agreed to do two shoots where she had sex with male models. One of those was printed in Penthouse magazine (UK) and was seen all over the country. It seems she’d not told my father she’d had sex on camera and when the Penthouse issue came out, he went crazy. To my mother, it was just a modeling gig, but to my father, she was cheating on him in front of the whole country. I see both of their perspectives, and it explains a lot about how my father acts. It also helps me understand why she is so comfortable with me having sex at home, yet until you came over she had never talked about it directly.
Today, I showed her the best photos of me blowing Lamar, me watching your parents have sex, and you eating me out. She wasn’t bothered at all about any of it. She even said the photos were very well done. After that, she told me that she has a copy back home of that Penthouse issue. She said If I wanted to, she would let me see it when we get back to Cardiff. She also said if I wanted, she’d set up a meeting for us with a photographer she knows who works out of the Czech Republic about me posing for her. Thanks again for everything. I’ll keep you posted on how things go.
Misty couldn’t help but smile. Her family seemed to change people everywhere they went. That done she headed down to her dad’s study to work on photos.
Misty was not the only person Emily sent emails to on Sunday. She sent Lamar the link and password to a Photobucket account. He quickly opened the Photobucket after he got home from church and downloaded the photos. While objectively they weren’t very good, they did show him and Emily having sex, so that was something. There were twenty-five photos all told, a third of which showed them actually fucking. In the message, she asked him to let her know when he’d copied the files so she could remove the sex photos before she got her account suspended.
Lamar already had a plan for how to handle all the pictures he had. In addition to the set he’d give to Misty for the master set tonight, he was going to make a secret set of those pics he knew he was supposed to delete like those of him and Emily having sex as well as the glamor-type photos he’d taken of her at the villa. So for almost two hours, he worked through all the pics from his dad’s camera to both determine the ones his parents would say were and were not legal, and to delete the bad shots & repeats. Essentially, he reasoned all the outdoor photos were legal because according to his mom, they were "nudist" photos and legal even when the girls were under eighteen. But, he knew all the indoor photos that showed the girl's nipples or pussy, or his dick, were not. He thought the distinction was stupid, but his parents had made it clear it was very real and important.
Those pics he knew to be illegal he moved to the same micro SD card on which he'd stored the photos he had downloaded from his sister's camera of her and her friends having sex last summer in Miami. This time, however, Misty had not given him access to her camera’s memory cards. She said he could have copies of the photos once she’d edited the ones she could make legal and deleted those she could not. That meant he would not get to squirrel away the photos of Emily swallowing his jizz. Over breakfast on Saturday, he’d seen the whole set, and they were really good. He knew his sister had given the whole set to Emily, so he would ask her to put the best of her sucking his dick on the Photobucket.
Once he was done, he removed the tiny memory card from his laptop and put it safely in his desk drawer. He made a flash drive copy of all the legal photos from his laptop (and a few that he thought she could make legal with Photoshop). It was for Misty to add to her master set of photos from their trip. It was her job to edit them all and create a slideshow set to show the Euro Club and their parent's friends.
Then he made a second flash drive of the same photos for himself. With that done, he ran scrubber software on his laptop and tablet to clean the hard drives so nothing illegal that had been deleted could be recovered from his machines. Finally, at about 11:00 PM, he went downstairs to find Misty in their dad’s study where she was doing the same thing with the photos taken with her camera.
“So,” he asked, “now that you are getting a good look at your pictures, What do you think of them?”
She didn’t look back from the two screens on the desk and said, “Beyond the fact I took so many that I feel overwhelmed, I’m rather pleased. What I’d been most concerned about was the quality of the pictures of me and Mom taken by other people. Yours were quite good, though from what I’ve seen of your work before, I wasn’t surprised. While there was a higher percentage of images that needed to be culled when other people took photos, since there were so many frames, I still got a good usable set from all those sessions. I’ve trashed over a thousand photos already, but it will take me longer to make a final set to show.”
Lamar handed her the flash drive. He then explained that he’d moved all the photo files from both his laptop and tablet and then scrubbed the drives so he could safely take both of them to school.
“Smart,” she said. “I already realized that I need to do the same thing. I have photos that I’ve taken over the past year on several devices. I need something bigger than a flash drive to save them on.”
“I thought that is why you saved them on Dad’s PC, so that they get saved to his Carbonite account.”
“Yes, that is true, but you can’t just access those saved files like I would on a hard drive. I ordered an external drive tonight, a big one, for all my photos. Mom said I could use her Amazon account to order one. She said it would be better not to store my photos on Dad’s PC anyway since it is really for his work. As a professional, I need my own accessible archive. I’m thinking about buying myself a powerful desktop PC for my business, but that will have to wait till I make some money.”
Lamar just nodded. That all made sense to him. He then explained that there were some photos on the flash drive that she would need to edit to make them legal, “Sort of like the ones you cropped to make legal from your Miami trip. But there are not very many like that.”
She nodded and said, “I really hate to delete some of our beach photos and some of the ones you took of me going down on Emily… all of the pictures that you shot of me and Emily are quite good. But those you did of me eating her out are outstanding. So are the ones you did of me masturbating on the rocks. You have a good eye for capturing the explicit details in a way that doesn’t look trashy. I’m sure you will do a good job when you shoot me having sex, which I’ll start doing pretty soon. But at least I know Emily has the whole set even if I have to trash some of the best ones. She emailed me and said she showed the pics of me eating her out to her mother today, well those and the ones I took of her blowing you.”
“How did her mom react,” Lamar asked.
“According to her, her mother loved them and when they get back to the UK, her mom is going to let her see the Penthouse issue with the photospread of her having sex with a male model. So, it looks like we did a good job of bringing them closer.” She turned back to editing an image Emily had taken of the whole family. While Emily had done a reasonably good job with composing the photos, she really struggled with keeping the horizon level. So any photo Misty wanted to use, she had to straighten and crop. She finished the image she was working on before saying, “More and more I’m seeing that Mrs. Hildebrant is right, we can use sexuality as a ministry to help people.”
Lamar didn’t know what to say to that.
Misty went on, “I know you want to show Sarah some photos taken with my camera like the ones with Emily and Chloé… or this one, but you’ll need to give me a few days to work up a set.” She turned back to her screen then said, “So? You haven’t told me what Sarah said about our threesomes?”
He laughed, “What do you think? First, she wanted to hear everything, especially how much you and I interacted in bed. She loved hearing about everything, especially when I told her how you snuggled up on me naked and kissed my neck. And how you humped my leg till I came in Emily’s mouth… oh, and that you said it is OK if I play with your boobs when we are in bed together. Then she wanted to know when she could do it with us. I told her that we’d planned to invite her over for a threesome last night before all this mess about Lake Sinclair came up. I said that I’d ask you about Friday night. What do you think?”
“I hate to disappoint her, but I’ve already asked Mimi to spend the night Friday… with both of us.”
He smiled, “That will be amazing. Mimi is super hot.”
She swiveled the chair to face him, “I’ve talked to Mom, and she is on board with the boundaries, or rules, I’ve come up with for us in bed.”
“I’ve been wondering when you’d get to that. I know we can’t fuck, but Sarah and I learned we could have really hot sex without fucking last fall.”
Misty nodded, “Yes, how many times did I see you guys going at it? But we can’t go quite that far. The rule will be simple, you can’t put your tongue, fingers, or dick inside of me… not in my vagina, not in my mouth, and not in my ass. So unlike what you and Sarah did, we can’t have oral sex, but we can touch each other anywhere that we both find comfortable. But other than that, we can snuggle, touch, and even kiss as long as there is no penetration of any kind. Would you be good with that?”
“Uhhh, yea, I’d like that. So will we ever sleep together, like just you and me?”
“Maybe, probably, eventually… I’m not sure, but most likely we will at some time. But let's get some more experience with sharing someone before we consider that. I expect that in my bed with Mimi Friday night, and likely Saturday morning, we will get a better idea of how you and I can interact in a way we are both good with. And I don’t think any of that will bother her.” Misty laughed, “She’ll like want to know why we aren’t fucking too, but we just can’t… not for now.”
“Not now?” Lamar asked.
“Not as long as we both live here in Mom and Dad’s house. Once we are both off in college, we can reevaluate how we feel and what we want. If we still decide that having sex is the right thing for us at that time, then great, but for now, it's just not an option. You do understand that don’t you?”
Lamar said he did, though he was a little stunned that she’d just said that in two and a half years they could start fucking… if they still wanted to. He couldn’t imagine him not wanting to, but she’d be in her twenties, and perhaps she wouldn’t want to have sex with him by then. Still, she’d said they could touch each other anywhere they wanted and kiss when they were in bed, that was more than he’d expected.
Misty reiterated, “You must commit to that before we have sex with Mimi. The more we get comfortable with touching each other,” she reached up and touched his hand that rested on her shoulder. He’d put it there so naturally that she’d not even noticed it at first. It was not something he would have done even a week ago. He wouldn’t have even stood so close to her to do that. But something had fundamentally changed in their relationship and they both knew it. ”… the easier it will be to convince ourselves that sliding your dick into me is not a big deal. And like I said Friday night, in one respect it wouldn’t be. It is a natural way to show our closeness. But it would be a big deal if anyone ever found out, and it is because that risk is so huge is the reason it is off the table as an option for now. The very fact we live by ourselves upstairs makes it easier for us to simply do what we want, but it also puts us at more risk because everyone knows we live by ourselves up there. There is lots of room for rumors to start, and we have to be able to say categorically that we’ve never had sex. So, I need you to promise me that while we are playing with Mimi or Sarah or anyone else, if I ask you to put your dick in me, you won’t do it. And I’ll do the same for you.”
He could see that she was very serious about this. She was telling him that she expected that Friday night she might want to feel him inside of her, but they just couldn’t do it no matter what. She was scared. She was scared she would break down and ask him to fuck her and she wanted him to promise he’d say no if she did. That was a big promise, but he had to do it. “I promise, even if you beg me to fuck you, I won’t. At least not until I graduate from high school.”
She gave out a little laugh, “I can’t Imagine I would beg for it, but I’ll take that.”
Misty went on as if what they’d just been talking about was no big deal, “I’m also thinking about inviting the club over after school on Friday to show them the photos from our trip and perhaps some of the other pictures like from my birthday or maybe even the set of Mom with Samuel and Rebecca. You understand that while we can tell them we both had sex with Emily while we were both in my bed, it would be better if we didn’t tell them that we did her together the way we did… like we were having sex with each other through her.”
He said he understood.
She went on, “And…” She added, “About you and the two school teachers. Why don’t you do this, just change where they live when you tell the story. You didn’t do anything illegal, so there is no reason not to tell them. Mom changes the names of people she has sex with on the road, and where it happened. You need to do something like that.” She took a breath and then asked, “So, what did you tell Sarah and her family about all of that?”
“Everything. I really had planned to skip that they were both high school teachers, but well, I told Sarah and Ms. Slosh everything. But I didn’t say they were from Ohio. I didn’t even think about including that. The sex stuff was way more fun to talk about.”
Misty laughed, “I guess so. And what did Ms. Slosh say about you screwing two teachers?”
“She wasn’t even surprised. She said almost all high school teachers have fantasized about having sex with their students at one time or another, and that I just gave those women the opportunity to live out their fantasy.”
Misty thought about it and said, “Or perhaps she is saying she has fantasized about having sex with her students and she wished she’d had that opportunity.”
Lamar laughed, “Yea, that is exactly what Sarah said.”
Misty then asked, “How about Sunday afternoon? With Sarah I mean. Could you guys skip your normal thing with Bailey and Byron that day?”
“I think she’ll agree,” Lamar replied.
“But we will need to do it at her place though,” Misty added. “Mom told me that this afternoon she invited Miss Gina over to spend next Sunday afternoon here. I think today was her and Dad’s last time with Butch and Tabitha for a while since Dad hopes to get the pool up and running sometime in the next few weeks. I think we should give them space since they have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Do you think they will have sex?” Lamar asked.
“I don’t know. And from what Mom told me, she doesn’t know either. A lot of water has gone under the bridge since they saw her last.”
Lamar added, “And Dad now has a girlfriend.”
“Yes, and that too.” Misty used the mouse to open up another folder, and said, “Oh, the shoot with Mom & Butch and Dad & Tabitha came out better than I’d hoped.” She clicked and began showing him the photos.
“Yea, I think so.” Misty agreed. Then opening a photo shot from the side of the daybed with their dad and Tabitha in the foreground, Misty said, “Butch and Tabitha already said they would love it if I put one of the photos from today up on the playroom wall. I think it might be this one. We need some of Dad.”
Lamar looked at the screen and said, “Great idea. I think everyone would love to see a pic of Dad fucking Tabitha.”
Misty chuckled knowing her brother was right. As she went through the rest of the photos, she bemoaned the fact she couldn’t have it on the wall by Friday when the club would be over. Then aloud she said “Duhhh.”
Lamar looked at her, “What?”
“Oh, I was just thinking. All I need to do is ask Tabitha and I can show the best of this set on Friday to the club. I don’t need a print. And you are right, everyone would love to see pics of Dad fucking Tabitha… and of Butch fucking Mom.” What she didn’t say was that by Sunday everyone in the Youth Group would know about the photos.
Lamar grinned, “See, I’m full of great ideas.”
A few minutes later, she opened up the final image of their mom and Tabitha sitting up, semen drooling out of them.
Lamar breathed out, “Fuck. Everyone will love this one.”
Misty turned her head, his mouth was inches from hers. She reached up and put one hand on the side of his head and put her lips to his. At first, the kiss was more like a peck, but then Misty’s lips began working on his in a way that was far more intimate. Misty knew there was no way Lamar missed the unmistakable sexual overtone, but she didn’t think it was too much. She kept it up for about fifteen seconds, just long enough to brush her tongue across his lips as they kissed. Then she let go of his head and pulled her lips from his. Lamar just stood there stunned.
Misty quietly said, “I just wanted you to know that I’m glad things have turned out this way for us. I never would have imagined that the little thorn in my side would become one of my closest, most intimate friends. Mom and Dad think these attacks on us are just the beginning, it is good that no matter what, we have each other and we always will.”
This is another loaded chapter enough to scramble my mind with sexual information and acts that would arouse even the Catholic nuns of Judith’s youth. There is a lot to take in: Misty’s chat with Caitlin about how Maria Jane and her mother prostituted themselves to survive; Misty photographing her parents having sex with another couple, Butch and Tabitha, with Caitlin assisting her; Bonnie and Cooper talking about sex and their nude photos at the Church Youth Group and Judith’s response to Bonnie’s openness; the discussions about being a prostitute for Christ; and the growing intimacy between Misty and Lamar.
The emphasis for me is how Maria Jane and her mother became prostitutes to survive compared to Mrs. Hildebrandt…
Not sure if they'll hold out until college 😉
Super hot scenes to masturbate to as always. I've been sharing these chapters with my wife and sister