In Search of the Final Freedom:
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
Author's note: This is the first chapter of a novel on which I have been writing on and off for several years. It is based on the real culture of the modern American south; however any relationship to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
Comments and feedback are always appreciated.
Prologue
Societies do not progress in an even manner. Cultural norms may stay rigid for decades, centuries or even a millennia before the right idea comes forth at the right time by the right messenger. Rarely is the idea new when it changes a society, but rather it simply waited for the right time and messenger.
Karl Marx penned Das Kapital and the concepts behind communism decades before the messenger Vladimir Lenin took it to the collapsing Russian state and thus changed the world.
American sexual moirés were penned not by Jesus as many would believe, but by St. Augustine in the 4th century. He expounded a very restrictive view of sexuality as a tool for the collapsing Roman state to maintain civilization in the face of the unstoppable barbarian onslaught. His message was one geared for his time; however, as it coincided with the solidification of the Roman Church's domination over all other religious sects, it took on the trappings of holy writ.
For centuries writers have attacked his views, and just as this religious system was loosing its grip on Europe, a new nation was born. A nation conceived with human liberty as its heart, but wedded at its core to St. Augustine's view of sexuality. The combination freedom of political expression and repression of sexual expression created a tension that sparked repeated "sexual revolutions" beginning with the founding father of the republic: Benjamin Franklin. All failed to break the iron grip of Augustinian sexual rules.
In this novel, our protagonist live in a comfortable, but rule bound world. Deep in their hearts they know there is more, but they will need help along the journey from the old ways. They will have to work out a new moral code for themselves before they can be the prophets of a new model.
At each stage they can turn back, but to be the new prophets they must overcome.
PART ONE
Chapter One
Unlikely Revolutionaries
"What were you thinking of?" Bonnie Campbell asked as her husband lay on his back catching his breath.
The bedroom was warm and a little stuffy. Lights from the street lit the room well enough to display the mildly erotic decor. The walls held suggestive, but classical paintings and a large beautiful semi-nude photos of Bonnie hung behind the bed. Shelves contained several statuette nudes in classical poses. The burgundy sheets were pushed to the foot of the bed allowing their sweat covered bodies to cool.
Cooper lay panting as his penis shrank to less than half the size it had been a moment before. As he often did after orgasm, he wondered if he had the energy to go get a glass of water. As she nearly always did, after her husband had climaxed she rubbed her clit rapidly seeking another orgasm, or two, or three. She could feel the recently deposited fluid running out of her bodily onto the sheets. She had to resist her inclination to stop masturbating to get a towel to clean up the mess. But resist she did.
As she became ever more turned on she mustered the courage to tell him what had been eating at her for the past day. It wasn't that she thought he would be mad; rather she couldn't mention it, for embarrassment, unless she was very aroused,. When she was clearly on the way to orgasm, her actions of the previous day suddenly lost their embarrassment and became stimulating. After she had replayed them in her mind (which definitely enhanced her masturbation), she began to speak.
"Sweetheart." She said softly."Uh hugh" was his tired response "I want to tell you something"
"What?"
"We'll its a little embarrassing" She said then paused.
"Well?"
"OK. Well, yesterday Jill, from our Sunday School class came over" she began moved into a more comfortable position for rubbing herself "and was, as usual, talking about sex."
It took Cooper a minute to place Jill. She and her husband had begun attending the Sunday morning couples class he taught at Saint Thomas United Methodist Church. Cooper recalled a number of times that Bonnie had told him about a rather racy conversations they had while watching the church nursery on Sunday mornings. Bonnie had a strong libido and liked talking to other women about sexual things, with in boundaries. After all what is considered extremely racy in Hancock County, Georgia was polite dinner conversation in some parts of the country.
"I was telling her about our Sex Education tapes. Well I think I got a little turned on and I began describing in detail how they motivated me to eat you more. I tried to describe the parts of the tape which turn me on to oral sex, but I couldn't explain it very well. She suggested that I just get the tape on oral sex"
"Did you watch it?" Cooper inquired
"Yes"
"Did you get turned on?"
"Yes" Bonnie answered again.
"Did she?"
"Just let me tell it." Bonnie insisted. She had stopped masterbating, as rolled to look at her husband. "Yes, we both got turned on. Watching that tape with Jill in the room was weird, but really exciting. We talked about what they were doing for a while. When it got to my favorite spot I mentioned that it was so sexy I could play with my self right now. I'm not sure what Jill thought I meant, but, well, she pulled up her skirt and began to rub her panties.
"She masturbated in front of you?" Cooper asked. Bonnie nodded. He tried to imagine what Jill would look like doing that "What kind of panties was she wearing?"
"Just pink cotton ones, but she didn't keep them on long"
"She stripped?" Cooper gasped, now incredulous.
"Let me tell the story. Yes, she took off her panties. Well, actually she first just pulled them down. She didn't take them off until I took off mine."
"You both got naked?" Cooper said as he felt life returning to his penis
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