Darcie's Messy Idea

Hi! It's me again, Darcie Moore. Yes, I'm using my last name since everyone at the hotel by now knows about my boyfriend, Jim and how we met. (Well they don't know everything that you do!) Knowing that I dated a guest didn't hurt my permanent record too much because I got a promotion to assistant manager and now I work mostly days and mostly during the week.

I hope you enjoyed my story about how I got introduced to WAM. Well reintroduced really. I just didn't used to know what it was. I thought it was just called getting dirty, but more on that later. I don't want to give away the story before it even gets started.

Our long-distance relationship has endured. Jim did come back that summer, once with his girls, (whom I instantly fell in love with), and once by himself. They've visited several times since and I've visited them, and Jim always finds many excuses to either get me soaking wet or covered in pies or other sweet substances. I love it! It's been a year since we met and there has been a big development, but I need to save that for Chapter Two of this tale.

This story begins a week or so before Independence Day this past summer. I'm going to jump around a lot so stay with me. When I go off on a tangent, I promise you'll like hearing about what happens to me. Have I ever let you down before?

Anyway, like I said, it was a week or so before the Fourth of July. It was supposed to be my day off, but being in management I often have to go in for a while when we have a big group or convention staying at the hotel during check in or check out to help at the desk. I was heading out the door around noon and in my Navy blue business suit uniform, that 100 degree Texas heat nearly knocked me off my feet.

I need to go for a swim, I said to myself. My apartment had a pool, but it was usually full of beautiful people who tended to look strangely at a girl from the country who liked to jump in and swim wearing a pair of shorts or cut-offs and a tube top or halter. When I really needed to swim and relax, I would head out to Mom and Dad's to jump in the pond. Swimming out to the raft and going down the slide was a lot more fun than bobbing around in that small pool anyway, no matter how I was dressed. Sometimes I had some clothes in the car to change into when I got there. Today I didn't. I could always borrow something from Mom or my sister Ashley and if worse came to worst, the pond was private enough to just jump in wearing my bra and panties. I called my Mom and told her I was coming over.

Well you'd better be prepared to hike through the woods out to the creek if you want to swim around here, she said, or you can just turn the hose on yourself.

Why? What's the matter? I asked.

She replied, That housing addition that they're building down the road started digging out its retention pond early.

How bad is it? I asked. I really didn't know all of the particulars, but Dad had said that when the housing addition started building its pond that the water level in ours was going to go down until they were finished and had theirs filled. I thought that wasn't going to be until September.

It's bad, she replied. You can see for yourself when you get here.

Bad was an understatement. It was completely drained. The raft was floating in muck out in the middle which appeared to have the viscosity of thick pea soup. That muck filled the deepest part of the pond which was about twenty-five yards across. Surrounding it was the exposed bottom. I looked down from the sandy beach Dad had laid down, and the bottom was dry for a few feet, but quickly became damp, then muddy until it was a smooth, and I'll have to admit, inviting coating of nearly black silt that extended the rest of the way to the soup.

Damn! I cursed. Jim was bringing the girls for the Fourth of July! They love coming here.

They did love it there. Whenever Jim brought them, he and I usually ended up getting several days to ourselves because the girls didn't want to do anything but stay at Mom and Dad's, swim in the pond and play out in the woods. Once we'd taken them to Turner Falls, Six Flags or Hurricane Harbor, they didn't want anything to do with us. Ashley liked having them around too. Mom gave them the same rules she gave us: You can get as wet or dirty as you want. Just know that you'll be staying in those clothes all day and you won't be tracking up my clean house. She wasn't fooling anyone. She was in that pond with them every afternoon!

You guys can still take the ATV's down to the creek, Mom suggested. The creek wasn't on our property, but we were close with all of our neighbors. They didn't care if we swam down there and it was nothing to look out and see neighbor kids coming down the slide in our pond. One nice thing was that the creek had a really pretty waterfall if you didn't mind hiking upstream a while.

I guess so, I relented.

Well I'm getting hot, Mom said. You want to come in or at least change out of that hot suit?

In a bit, I replied. I'll come inside in a minute and find some old clothes to borrow.

Mom looked at me funny but turned to go inside. I had come straight out to the backyard when I pulled up and saw the state of the pond and didn't even go in the house. I was still in my hotel uniform, a Navy business suit with the chain's name embossed on the jacket and a light blue sleeveless blouse. It was an older uniform, but the only one that was clean that morning. I had intended to do laundry on my day off, but of course I got called in to help check out the conventioneers. Now a normal person would have accepted Mom's invitation to change into some cooler clothes or at least come inside with the air conditioning. But I think I established in my first story that I'm not exactly normal. I let Jim ruthlessly pie me and then rip my clothes to shreds with nothing else to wear, didn't I? Anyway, something about that muddy pond fascinated me. I sat down at the picnic table, kicked off my sneakers I wore to drive to and from work and slipped off my panty hose. That felt a lot cooler. I stood up and felt the grass under my feet.

Now I honestly did not plan the events that will unfold. I admitted earlier that the silt looked inviting and I decided to go wade out a ways into it and let it cover my hot, tired feet. After that I would rinse them off with the hose and borrow some shorts and a halter or a t-shirt from Mom, (Yes, she still bought clothes to run around home in the Juniors Department and if you had her body at her age you would too!), and wash my car. Ashley would probably want to help if we washed her car too and I let her soak me.

I walked barefoot across the sand, stepped onto the dry bottom and walked out into the drained pond. Walking across the dried up mud might have caused others pain, but I prided myself on my tough feet and made sure I spent plenty of time barefoot each summer to keep them that way. (C'mon guys. Admit you all like seeing a barefoot country girl!) Next I stepped onto the damp mud. Even though it was over 100 degrees by now, like every summer afternoon, the mud was cool on the bottoms of my aching feet. I had only worked for a couple of hours, but I was on my feet the entire time.

If this mud felt good on the bottoms of my feet, I figured the silt would have to feel great submerging them. I walked deeper into the depression that hopefully would be our pond again soon and my foot slid completely under the dark silt. It felt as good as I'd hoped it would. I kept walking and it felt more and more heavenly the further out I went. The silt got deeper too. By the time I reached the drop off where the soupy, viscous water began, I was up to my shins. I looked down and for the first time realized that sloshing and pulling my feet up from that gooey silt had splattered bits of mud around the bottom of my skirt. It wouldn't hurt anything. It was a polyester blend, (Hotel spares no expense, do they?) and as long as I didn't get any splashed up as high as my blouse, it would wash right out.

I began to think back about being muddy in the past. Now I said in the first story that even though I'd been soaked and muddy, that I'd never been pied before. (I've been pied LOT'S since then!) However it's no wonder that I took to being pied right off. I sort of like being messed up. I told you we always swam, in the pond or just got all wet with water guns or the hose with our clothes on. I probably never owned more than two or three real bathing suits in my life and one of those was the one my control freak boyfriend in college made me buy to go to Cancun for spring break. But I didn't tell you about how dirty we used to get so forgive me while I go off on one of my famous tangents.

Mom made sure that each summer we had distinct play clothes (even in our teens) that were kept separate from our good clothes. She had to because we were so hard on them. Except for Ashley, we're one year apart. Brad is two years older than I am and Jacob is one year older. Next to throwing each other in the pond, our favorite summer pastime was to jump on the ATV's and the John Deere Gator and drive through the woods past the creek out to the bog. My brothers would take the ATV's and I'd drive the Gator with Ashley once Mom and Dad decided she was old enough. We'd drive to the bog and then race the ATV's across or run the Gator across with one of us driving and everyone else hanging on in the back. Needless to say, the four of us got COVERED in mud! If you're that covered, you may as well play in it, right? We'd belly-slide through the muddy water until we were unrecognizable. Mom never cared. She just made us stay outside same as when we got all wet. We'd hose each other off, but we started coming home covered head-to-toe in mud so much that Dad built an outdoor shower that connected to the hose. We had our own shampoo, soap and everything out there. Mom would make us eat lunch outside on the picnic table or on the covered patio, but usually the whole family ate dinner out there since we were all normally in the pond by evening anyway. That was one of the many things I thought was better about having a swimming hole in the backyard instead of a pool. Who cares if you jump in a pond to swim wearing muddy clothes? We kids would be out there until she called us in to take a real bath before bed. Our play clothes would go over the clothes line until Mom had a whole load to wash. She never worried about sorting them for colors since they all ended up mud-stained anyway.

Speaking of swimming until the evening, sometimes Dad would come home from work late. He owns and runs a hardware store and while he just works during the week, he usually stays and closes one or two nights a week. Sometimes he wouldn't make it home until after the kids had gone to bed. I told you how when he would come home in the afternoon, Mom would run out of the pond and greet him in her wet clothes, but I'd also hear them out there splashing around on the summer nights when he'd come home late. Mom turned off the air conditioning at night and opened up all the windows because she said the fresh air was better to sleep in. I'd lie there in my underwear, because I couldn't stand to wear anything else on those hot Texas nights and listen to them out there jumping and sliding off the raft. Mom screamed when he'd dunk her or throw her in. Oh, the whole family often swam together at night, but Dad's late night arrivals were for the two of them alone. Sometimes if I got a peak into their master bathroom the next day, I'd see a pair of Dad's shorts and a muscle shirt or tank top and whatever skimpy summer outfit Mom had worn hanging over their shower enclosure. However a few times instead of Mom's clothes she'd had on, I'd see things like a French maid's uniform, a sexy sailor costume, a sexy cop, complete with badge and cuff's or (and I stopped peaking in there after this) Lieutenant Uhura's two piece uniform from the Star Trek Mirror Universe episode. (I wasn't a trekkie, but Dad and my brothers were so I learned all about it through osmosis. Jim's a fan so that knowledge comes in handy.) I learned from watching Mom that what most guys want in a woman long-term is a good sport, someone they can kid around with and tease and who always comes back for more. You might call that degrading, but I never remember my dad that upset about anything. How many kids can make that claim?

I went off track again didn't I? Well next time you see me, shove a great big cream pie in my face. Wait, I'd probably let you do that anyway! But don't do it at work. They know about Jim and I, but not EVERYTHING about us. Where was I? Oh yeah! Getting muddy! The first time I got really muddy out in public was when Brad turned eighteen. Dad let him take Jacob, Ashley and me over to the Louisiana Mud Fest. It was his last blast with us before leaving for college. He had a sort of crappy-looking '92 Chevy extended cab four-wheel-drive that he liked to do mud runs with. He towed the ATV's over with us and the four of us camped and were muddy from head-to-toe the whole Labor Day weekend. We rode through the mud and Brad pulled all of us through the pit on an inner tube with his truck. We even went to the Monday concert, which most people cleaned up for, covered in mud. But a perfectly-timed cloud burst ended up soaking everyone and we all spent the last half of the concert sliding in the mud.

My daydreams continued to one of the last times I'd been really muddy. No, it wasn't at home. I hadn't been out to the bog for a long time. It was my senior year in college. It began a chain of events that ended up with me getting wet or muddy a lot the rest of that semester. It was May and every year the sororities, fraternities and dorms tried to raise money for charity with some sort of different campus-wide activity. One year it was a car wash. Guess who was one of the first ones soaking wet in a denim mini-skirt and tube top! Another year we did a carnival. That's right! I volunteered for the dunk tank and did two sessions: One in a sexy sailor's costume I found at Lover's Lane lingerie and the second in a tank top, opaque but no bra and a pair of ripped out jeans. Most of the other girls wore bathing suits. Guess who always had the longest line of guys waiting to dunk her!

. My senior year they had decided on a big mud-volleyball tournament. I had been going out with the control freak most of this year. You remember him. In addition to making me buy a bikini because swimming in my clothes wasn't normal, he also talked me into that little thing that sits above my butt and reminds me of Cancun every time I see my naked backside in a mirror. Reread Darcie Gets it Good if you don't know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, they had gone all out this year for the mud volleyball tournament. I guess some rich donor had offered to pay to set up several mud courts, mud-sliding runs and mud-wrestling pits. He was either really into the charity or just liked to see muddy girls. My sorority house did really well. We'd won every round and only lost the final game to come in second. Needless to say, with playing several elimination rounds, diving for the ball, falling down and the general silliness that goes on at these things, we were all covered head-to-toe. Some of the girls really didn't like it. Some of them decided to have fun since they were wrecks anyway, but I loved it! I was barefoot and wore a pair of cut-offs, a white sports bra and a guy's gray muscle shirt and I was having the time of my life! During our very first game, I made a diving save and face-planted myself in the mud. We scored the winning point thanks to that so I rolled over to make my back match my front to celebrate. Why get messy slowly? Just get it over with and enjoy yourself. A lot of the girls had been afraid to play aggressively in the mud, but my display broke the ice and soon we were all unrecognizable messes as it should be!

The control freak wasn't enjoying himself however. He hated being there. He refused to even join our team. I felt so bad since a lot of the girls' boyfriends had joined in with us. Eventually, it started to rain. Nearly everyone gave in and got dirty, but not him. He sat under his umbrella. (I don't know what I saw in him. Seriously!)

After the final game he came to me and said, Can we get you cleaned up and go now?

Hell no! I replied. I'd been in game after game and hadn't really had any time to have fun doing anything else. It was drizzling rain and that was making the mud-sliding pits slicker than snot. I was already covered head-to-toe. My hair was full of mud. I wore it in sort of a Prince Valiant bob-cut in those days and since it was too short to pull back, the muddy ends slapped my face every time I turned my head. My ears were full of mud and I could feel it rubbing my skin INSIDE my panties. You don't waste that level of filthiness.

I waved goodbye to him and ran for one of the mud-slides. Pat Benatar's Hit Me with Your Best Shot was blaring over the sound system and that charged me up as I raced toward the slide. I dove hard and landed on my stomach with a huge splat. Mud went into my eyes, nose and mouth despite having my eyes and mouth clenched shut when I dove. I felt more of it splatter in my ears and a wave washed over my hair. Unable to open my eyes more than a slit without getting more mud in them, I tried to climb up the side of the slide when I stopped. I only managed the first time to fall backwards and slide back down on my back head first. I let the back of my head fall into the goo as I lay there laughing. I made it out the second time I tried. People were cracking up at my expense and I laughed at myself right along with them. I could hear cameras clicking and more people laughing close by as I blindly staggered around and when I finally managed to get my eyes open, threw my arms way above my head and yelled out, Woo-Hoo! People were sliding and rinsing off in a mud puddle that had formed in the grass near the showers and fire hoses so I took off on a run again and dove into that. It cleaned me enough that I could at least keep my eyes open now.

Are you alright? Beth, my sorority sister asked. She was as mud-covered as I was.

I was still lying on my stomach in the puddle. Are you kidding? That was awesome! I answered. C'mon. You've got to do this!

I was definitely in clown mode now. What's clown mode you ask? It's just my personal belief that deep down every female, unless she's a totally uptight bitch, likes to act like a complete fool in public, especially in front of a bunch of guys. Teenage girls have it in spades, but it seems to grow out of a lot of us, only returning with the help of alcohol. In my case, it's close to the surface all of the time. It's why I'm such a fun date and why Jim is usually laughing any time we are together. I can't help but act like a total fool. It's like an addiction. Once I get started, I can't stop until I'm the biggest stoogette. Why else would I dive hard into a mud-slide again and again when I knew every time I was going to get eyes, ears and a mouthful and enjoy it?

I got up and pulled Beth along with me back to where I first dove into the mud-slide. We hit the mud-slides over and over. The results were the same each time: Getting a face full that found its way into my eyes, mouth, nose and ears. My hair felt like it was going to take a gallon of shampoo to get clean. There wasn't a trace of white skin or my clothes original color left on me anywhere. Beth and I posed for pictures and when we saw one of them, the only parts of us that weren't dark brown were our eyes and our teeth.

You two look absolutely ravishing! said one of the guys taking our picture.

Why, thank you! I replied. It takes a LOT of effort for a girl to look this way!

I finally got in the outdoor showers when my ears were so full I couldn't hear and I'd nearly swallowed some mud. The control freak asked me again if I was ready to go.

Does this answer your question? I said and darted off with Beth to dive head-first down a mud-slide again. I was having a blast and I couldn't get enough. I was a little kid playing in the bog with my brothers and sister again. People were pointing and laughing at me because I was having the best time there of anyone. I'd slide until some orifice was full, shower off and then dive back in again. There were plenty of guys there with video cameras so I know this has to be on the internet somewhere. I don't care. If you have as much fun watching me act like a total idiot in the mud as I had doing it, then God Bless You!

Anyway I had just crawled out of the mud-slide for what must have been the thirtieth or fortieth time. I was unrecognizable. I was coated in thick black mud from my hair on down. The mud was as thick inside my clothes as it was on the outside. I admit it. I was enjoying the way it slid around in my panties when I walked. The control freak must have lost his patience because he walked up to me and said, I'm going to leave now whether you're ready to go or not. (It might have had something to do with the fact that a lot of guys started mud-sliding with me.)

Now Mom had taught me to try to use humor to diffuse situations. I thought what happened next was funny anyway. (I was also a little ticked at him. He knew where we were going and what was going to be happening and he was the only person there, except for some parents who had come to watch, who wasn't playing in the mud by this point.) I really thought he might take the joke and finally start having fun with me. In my defense, he was only wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of running shorts nothing too valuable. I said, Aw, c'mon! Don't you think I look cute like this? Why don't you grab a big handful of mud and squish it in my hair? You know you want to! Then I lunged for him and gave him a big bear hug, smearing mud all over him. He absolutely spazzed. He must have been a closet neat freak along with a control freak because he never spoke to me again after that. Seriously now, guys. I've described myself physically. You know enough about me to know that I'm a hoot of a date. How many of you would have been down there with me covered head-to-toe in mud no matter what you were wearing?

I stood there for a few seconds watching him storm off until Beth called me back to play in the mud with her boyfriend. I really didn't realize at the time that the control freak had broken up with me. I just thought I'd lost my ride. Getting over him didn't take too long anyway. Seriously, could you imagine someone like me with someone like him?

Well losing my ride meant walking back to our house. Beth wanted to leave a couple of times, but I convinced her to stay and play some more. Her boyfriend helped with that. He really seemed to like seeing both of us covered in mud. She and I even wrestled once at his request. The drizzle had become a steady rain, making even more places to slide in the mud out of the field. There were a lot of us who were still there long after the established closing time for the event, still covering ourselves in muck.

They finally told us we had to leave so they could clean up and tear down. The walk home was the end of a perfect messy day. Beth's boyfriend walked us most of the way back to our house. We walked through the rain daring passing cars to splash us in puddles and most drivers were more than happy to oblige us. There was one particularly busy street through campus and as luck would have it, one HUGE mud puddle! We stood right at the curb, waving and jumping up and down yelling, SPLASH US! NAIL US! SOAK US! over and over. Nearly every car that went by would swerve into the puddle and cover us with a wave of muddy water. It only complemented the grime that we'd been rolling around in all day. The rain was a warm deluge by this point and we must have been there in the rain getting splattered with muddy water over and over for half an hour. The rain was practically pouring down on us in buckets when we saw a campus police officer drive by on the other side of the street.

Don't go anywhere, he said on his PA.

Oh shit! Is this illegal? Beth wondered aloud as we saw him slow down about a half block away.

He put on his red and blue lights and turned around in the middle of the street to come back toward us. I suddenly noticed he wasn't slowing down and as he got close to us he gunned the engine, turned on his siren and ripped right through the puddle slamming us with the biggest wall of water we'd been hit with the whole time. We stood there laughing and we could see him laughing at us after he turned around again to head the way he was originally going. He stopped across the street and rolled down his window.

Like that? he asked. Just promise me you'll be careful and watch the traffic.

We promise, we all replied.

We let a few more cars splatter us before the three of us headed on toward the sorority house. We flagged a few cars to splash us if we were walking next to a puddle, but a lot of them nailed us whether we were asking for it or not. We were drenched, muddy and walking in a downpour as if that was the normal thing to do so I guess they figured we wouldn't care. I cared; I LOVED IT!

Beth's boyfriend I guess I should use his name. They are married now! Steven left us about a block from our house where he had to turn to go to his. What happened next was the perfect way to end a walk home through the pouring rain after playing in the mud all day. It couldn't have been better if someone had written a script. Let me describe the scene for you. Beth and I were walking along, totally bedraggled, muddy water dripping from our hair and clothes. The constant splashing from the cars had left us coated in bits of road grit and well as mud. The street we were walking on actually ran behind our sorority house. We used to be able to walk directly from the street to our back door, but the university had dug out a retention pond behind us that spring as part of a construction project. They were putting in some sort of pedestrian plaza. I heard that there was going to be a fountain that you could walk through and play in, but I'd never get to see it, unless I came back of course. (I did. It's fun!) The pond was full, but it was really muddy since they hadn't planted grass around it yet. Whenever it rained, it rinsed dirt from the construction site down to it. There was one particularly slick spot that ran right into a deep part of the pond and I had seen kids sliding down it. I hadn't tried as I'm sure it was something that could get you arrested. But today I was willing to take that chance.

Let's slide down that slick spot and swim across the pond, I suggested to Beth.

I also need to mention that the construction project had drainage around our house all screwed up. The street always turned into a flowing creek that lapped over the curb onto the sidewalk whenever it rained. No one dared splash us along there for fear of stalling out their car. They all rolled slowly through the very muddy water if anyone drove through there at all. The street was empty when Beth answered my suggestion:

She must have been coming down from clown mode. Haven't we been covered in enough mud for one day? she asked.

If the phrase famous last words never applies ever again, it applied just then. The moment she said that, a Chevy Blazer, not the little one, the older big one that the top came off of, ripped around the corner blasting Sweet Home Alabama. I recognized both of the guys in the front seat as guys we'd played against in the volleyball tournament and who had been mud-sliding with us when the control freak got fed up with me. They must have not gotten enough of looking like total idiots anymore than we had because they were riding around shirtless in the pouring rain with their windows down. The driver spotted us and gunned the Blazer through the deep creek right next to the curb laying on his horn.

Have you ever been to Six Flags or some other theme park where they have a giant boat ride that splashes down and soaks everyone? Have you ever stood on the bridge that they always have over the bottom of the ride to get nailed by the giant wall of water that the boat kicks up? That was what it was like when that Blazer nailed us. The only difference was that this water was soupy brown mud water. We were coated in it as if we were still playing on the mud slides earlier that day. I doubled over laughing. Beth got nailed bad in the face. She looked like a girl in a messy video who gets pied, or gets slime thrown in her face and she's giggling with her eyes and mouth clenched shut for fear of anything getting in them. She wiped her mouth and her eyes and said, I guess that's my answer!

The Blazer pulled over and the two guys sat up on the doors exposing themselves even more to the pouring rain. You could tell that they'd spent the day playing in the mud too if you didn't already know. The guy on the passenger side was wearing cut-off painter's pants that had once been white, but were now a dingy gray. Muddy water dripped from their hair and ran down their chests. They'd gotten themselves as bad as they'd gotten us. They both let out redneck yells.

Beth's clown mode got a recharge. Is that all you two rednecks got? she jeered.

I joined her in baiting them. Yeah, I dare you two hillbillies to do that again! What was getting bombarded one more time going to hurt?

You got it, ladies! the driver yelled and the two of them slipped back into the front seat. They turned around and raced back up the street, getting a longer running start than they had the first time. As they gunned their truck toward the flooded out spot in front of us, we assumed the Let me have it! position, facing the street with our arms out wide. Again it felt like we were being bombarded by the splash from the flume ride at Six Flags.

You girls want to go on out to the quarry and go swimming? the passenger yelled back to us when they pulled over again.

Sorry, we have boyfriends, I yelled back. Had I known at the time that I didn't anymore, I might have accepted that invitation. I'd seen these guys around campus and I thought the passenger's was named Robert. I'd be taking my chances though. Guys took girls to the quarry to go swimming and for only one other thing.

Suit yourself, the driver yelled back. You want one more time for the road?

SOCK IT TO US! Beth yelled in answer.

YEAH, SHOW US WHAT YOU REALLY GOT! I added. They raced back up the street and turned around again, gunning for the mud puddle. We turned around and shook our butts toward the street. They laid on the horn and spread the puddle to drench us yet again. They turned the corner and headed off campus still blaring Skynyrd and getting soaked through their open windows.

I believe you were asking if we were muddy enough. I teased Beth. She wriggled up her nose at me and without saying a word started walking toward the slick spot that the other kids had used as a mud-slide. We rode down together. She was in the front and then we swam across the muddy retention pond to crawl out on the other side. I was tempted to go again, but even though nothing was posted, I was sure the campus cops wouldn't think us swimming in that pond was as funny as us letting cars splash us.

Exhausted from the day, we used our garden hose to rinse off and then got right in the shower with our wrecked clothes still on and finally stripped them off. No, NOTHING happened other than us washing each other's hair and helping get places that were hard to reach! Pervs! I'm just kidding. I don't mind that you want some sort of lesbian encounter to happen between us. Jim's showed me some of the wet and messy videos you guys watch on line. They ARE rather erotic, but I like MEN! OKAY? You want me to make something up then? Okay As Beth slowly slipped the soapy sponge up and down my supple breasts, our tender lips locked in the most passionate kiss either of us had ever felt. I pulled her close to me and ran my hands down her soapy back to feel her firm ass

Wait! I can't do this not because it's perverted, but because I'm laughing too hard to finish. I need to get back to the main part of the story. I'm standing there in the mud, remember? I'll sink if it takes too long.

Alright, I'll throw you a bone. I wrapped my hair in a towel and wrapped myself in another that stopped just high enough to get a good look at the bottom of my curvy butt cheeks as I sauntered down the hall to my room. That's it! Anyway up until that point, this had been the sort of day that you wish could never end. Out there rolling around in the mud and getting drenched by passing cars was the most fun I'd had in a long, long time. But when I got back to my room, a text and a voice mail were waiting on my phone. I hadn't taken it with me to the mud fest for obvious reasons.

The text was from the control freak. He sent me a text to break up! What class! He said after my behavior today, that he didn't think we should see each other again. He'd bring my stuff to my house desk and would I please leave his there for him to pick up tomorrow?

I guess I'd seen this coming for a while, but to say I wasn't hurt a little would be a lie. I'm Darcie, the queen of fun, the flirt who will bend over backwards to show a guy a fun time.

However the voice mail was from Kurt, one of the guys on the committee who organized the mud volleyball tournament. He apologized for being forward and getting my number from one of the girls in my sorority, but he couldn't help but notice how much fun it looked like I was having today. He went on to say that they had taken down the tents, referee stands and so forth, but the heavy equipment needed to fill in all of the pits wouldn't be there until Monday. Since tomorrow's forecast called for more rain, he was inviting a few friends to come back and play some more just for fun. If I wanted, I could invite some friends to come back and to give him a call to let him know how many were coming.

Well I jumped on that immediately. I let Beth and some of the other girls know and they invited their boyfriends. We spent most of the day Sunday in the pouring rain rolling around in the mud again. The Blazer guys, Robert and Jared, were there too. Apparently they were friends with Kurt. They invited me, again, to go out to the quarry with them and go swimming. I figured I didn't have a boyfriend anymore so what the hell! At least these guys didn't care if I swam with my clothes on. I wish I had more time to describe everything that happened on Sunday too. You see, since I'd been dumped by the control freak, I sort of had something to prove. I dressed a little differently and acted a little differently. Tell you what: After I finish this story, and the second part about what happened during Jim's Fourth of July visit, maybe I'll go back and tell you what happened at the quarry. (It's not X-rated, PG-13 maybe, so don't get your hopes up!)

Now Kurt appreciated my brand of fun. We dated a few times before the end of the year. I also went out a couple of times with Robert, but I really didn't want any of it to get serious. I was graduating and going home, but it was still nice going out with guys who I could be myself with for the last couple of weeks. Imagine if I'd gotten serious. I never would have met Jim, the real love of my life and the guy who can mess me up any way he wants whenever he wants.

Back in the present, or at least the more recent past, after all of that reminiscing, mud-sliding was starting to sound pretty good. I was getting hot and figured I'd better to change into something that I could get wet in and cool off before I did something drastic. I tried to pull my foot out of the silt and turn around at the same time. I didn't realize how much suction the mud had developed around my foot. I lost my balance and started to topple over. I put my hands out and ended up falling down on one knee and my hands in the gooey silt. I felt the mud splatter onto my suit and I didn't want to look at the damage. However I stood up to assess myself. Mud was splattered around the hem of my skirt in little drops from walking out earlier, but where I went down onto one knee, the front was splattered nearly up to my waist. My hands had gone straight down into the soft silt so mud went up both jacket sleeves, halfway to my elbows on the bottoms and not as far on the top.

Great! I said out loud to myself. At least it's an old uniform. I walked carefully back through the silt to the damp mud and finally to the dry pond bottom. On the sand, I stopped and got a better look at myself. A little mud had even splashed up onto the front of my jacket and inside it to splatter my blouse. The skirt and jacket might be salvaged, but the blouse was probably a goner. I also knew the rules (Yes, they still applied to us as adults.). The little mud originally splattered up onto my skirt wouldn't have been a problem, but it was dripping from the spot where it now partially covered the front. I was either going to have to strip off outside or hose myself off and wrap up in a towel before I'd be allowed in the house. If I was going to be forced to do that anyway

I turned back around and looked at the drained pond. I felt the sweat beads rolling down my face. It was really, really hot. Hit Me with Your Best Shot began running through my head. Damn it! I came here to swim in the pond!

I began to jog back down the sand. When I got to the dry bottom, I broke into a run that got faster and faster until I crossed the damp mud and began to slip a little in the silt. I felt it splashing up my legs and onto my skirt. When I was nearly to the drop off where the muddy soup began I threw out my arms and dove forward just like I did that first time I went down the mud slide and I landed with about as much grace. A huge splash of mud covered my face, went in my ears and washed over my hair. I was probably totally covered then, but I slid right off the drop off and into the muddy soup. I flipped my hands down and dove under, but the viscosity of that mud quickly pushed me to the surface. I tried to stand up, but it was still too deep. The mud just forced me up and I flipped over and floated on my back.

Okay, quick show of hands: Who knew I was destined to dive in the mud in my suit? One, two, three, fourI didn't fool any of you, huh?

I paddled across the mud until my feet found the bottom near where the silt began. I tried to wade out, but it was a steep drop off. I slipped and splattered face-first right in the soupy mud. I came up laughing just like I laughed at myself when I fell backwards down the side of the mud-slide. I paddled all the way to the side of the drop-off and crawled out onto the silt on my belly. I stood and cracked up laughing at myself again. I must have looked like the Swamp Thing.

My long-sleeve jacket made it tough to swim so I walked over to the sand and took it off. My sleeveless blouse was muddy in spots, but simply wet in others where the mud couldn't soak through the dense jacket material. Another sprint out to the silt and a diving slide across it into the muddy soup took care of that. I did the backstroke through the glop and came out on the other side. I walked up through the silt on that side a little, turned and made a running dive back into the mud. I paddled back across to the beach side and crawled up out of the muck once more. I walked up to the sand and felt the mud fall in globs from my skirt onto my feet. It oozed down my legs. I ran my hands up across my head where my hair was pulled down into a bun. It was going to take another gallon of shampoo. I should really do this more often.

What the hell are you doing, Darcie? I heard Ashley yell. She had just come out of the house, dressed in a tube top with a tank top over it, cotton volley shorts and flip-flops.

Getting cooled off! I yelled back.

Don't you think you should wait until the water is back in the pond or at least change clothes first? she joked, laughing at me as she walked down from the house toward where I was.

Don't knock it 'till you've tried it, sis! I said and took off on another dead run to dive across the silt again. I dove under, came up and turned around and paddled back to where the drop-off started. I pushed myself up, threw my arms out to each side and fell backwards into the glop, going completely under again. I floated up on my back and yelled over to her, C'mon in! It's good for the skin!

I crawled up on the silt bottom again and stood up. Ashley stopped when she got to the sand and kicked off her flip-flops. I saw her look like she wanted to take a step and hesitate.

You're thinking about it aren't you? I teased.

Shut up, mud girl! she shot back.

I scooped up some mud and threw it in her direction but didn't come close to hitting her. C'mon, I teased, One good slide on your belly and after that you won't care anymore!

Seriously, I continued, it feels wonderful. I started walking toward her and I expected her to bolt but she didn't. I'll dive in with you the first time.

She looked up at the house and then back down at our mud pit. I walked right up to her. Get in with me, I said. We used to do this all the time at the bog when we were kids. Live in the moment!

She looked up at the house again and then I saw the moment she gave in in her eyes. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a ponytail holder to pull her hair back. You know you're an idiot, right? she said.

And I'm real proud of it too, I replied.

We both took off on a run and while I half-expected her to chicken out and let me dive in the mud all by myself, she kept right up with me and we dove onto our stomachs together splattering each other before we plunged into the soupy muck.

Thanks for talking me into this, sis, she said. Now I'm a total mess!

Well you look divine! I teased her.

We splashed mud back and forth at each other, dunked each other, mud-slid several times before Ashley suggested, Let's go down the slide!

We paddled our way out to the raft, climbed up on and sailed down the slide to each land in a mucky splash. I don't know why it didn't occur to me earlier to hit the slide. We dove in off the raft a couple of times and had just climbed back on when we heard: What in God's name are you two doing?

It was Mom. I could hear the laughter in her voice as she beheld the sight of her two beautiful daughters looking much like pigs in the wallow.

Going for a swim in the pond. What's it look like we're doing? I yelled back.

I sent Ashley out to check up on you and see if you were ever going to come in to change, Mom said as she came down from the house to stop on the sand.

Darcie made me do it! Ashley said. She climbed up the ladder and flew down the slide head-first going under with a loud Splat!

Mom doubled over laughing at us. She really did think us doing this sort of stuff was funny, but she had to at least pretend to be annoyed. Spotting my muddy jacket lying in the sand, she looked back at me and asked, What the hell! So you just dove in the mud in your work clothes.

Guilty, I replied and followed Ashley face-first down the slide myself.

Mom was still laughing at us when we both climbed back onto the raft. She was dressed normally for her in the summer: cut-off shorts, halter top and a sleeveless crop top thrown over it and unbuttoned. She had come out of the house barefoot. I could see she was holding their waterproof digital camera. She must have seen us out the window before coming out and grabbed it.

You could have both just jumped in the creek, she said.

Like Darcie told me, Mom: Don't knock it 'till you've tried it! Ashley taunted.

I raised a couple of six-year-olds, Mom said, still snickering.

Maybe, but we're happy! I said. I grabbed Ashley's hand and we made a running jump into the nearly black soup from the raft. God, it was fun getting good and messy! Mom raised up the camera as we jumped in. She had it on video and got our stupidity for all of the family to see.

Well, if you're going to take our picture, you may as well get some good ones, I said. Ashley and I crawled out the side and Mom videoed us mud-sliding back in a couple of times. Then we paddled back out and went down the slide.

You know you want to come out here, Mom, I taunted over my shoulder as I climbed the ladder onto the raft.

I really didn't think Mom would jump in with us, but then I heard her footfalls across the dry bottom and turned around just in time to see her make her running dive into the silt and splatter into the mucky black soup that covered Ashley and me completely. It now covered Mom as she swam through it and climbed up onto the raft to join us.

Happy now? she asked coming up the ladder.

You know your dad is going to make all three of us swim out here to clean up this mess after the pond fills back up, right? she joked. The raft had only been muddy on the pontoons before we started. Now it was covered in mud along with the slide.

I'll use any excuse to jump in the pond, I replied. Mom kind of shocked me. She wouldn't hesitate to dive in and swim in whatever she was wearing, but this was the first time I ever remember seeing her purposely get covered in mud or anything else. Oh, she got dirty working in the garden. But even though she always laughed at us whenever we came home from the bog looking like this, she had never in my memory ever gotten really, really muddy herself.

Later I found out that I had rubbed off on her. We'd had mother/daughter talks for years and after I was sure things were getting serious about Jim, I sought out her advice with the age difference, long-distance and possible instant family. In the course of that I'd told her about his little messy fetish, figuring she'd understand with Dad. I told her about how getting totally messy had actually gotten me turned on all my life but I just didn't realize that was what was happening. Little did I know that shortly after that, Mom made and bought a bunch of cream pies and told Dad to let her have it with them. She eventually confessed that they both instantly got addicted to getting messy. She told me she'd been tempted to jump in the drained pond but just hadn't found the right moment.

Back again from my tangent. Well if I'm going to be covered in mud, I'm going to have fun too, Mom said and climbed to the top of the slide. Ashley and I were sitting on the edge with our feet dangling in the muddy soup below when Mom sailed down the slide and plopped into the glop, splattering both of us in the face and down our fronts. I shoved Ashley in and plopped in right behind her. It was easy to float in the viscous mud and we bobbed around splattered each other and rubbed gobs of mud in each other's hair.

I was in absolute heaven. The only thing that would have made it better would have been to have my sweetheart here shoving me off the raft into the goo over and over.

We made our way back to the side and did 3-way slides into the muck. I decided Ashley and I weren't messy enough so when we all climbed back out to slide in again, I wrestled her down into the sand and rolled us both around in it. Then we ganged up on Mom and pulled her down.

We slid into the muck together again and paddled out to the raft. I stood with my back to the edge and threw out my arms to ask, Who wants to push me in? Mom and Ashley both shoved me. I fell backwards like a stiff board and splattered on my back into the black muck.

Me next! Mom yelled and mimicked my pose on the edge. Ashley and I shoved her in and cracked up when she splattered under the muck and popped right back up. Ashley got her chance too after Mom climbed back up on the raft.

Am I the only one who thinks this is more fun than just swimming? Ashley asked.

Are you saying we should play in the mud more often? Mom asked her. We may as well. If I had known it felt this good, I would have been jumping in here every day.

Ashley kidded her, Why didn't you get a clue, Mom? Darcie, Brad, Jacob and I used to come home looking like this all the time!

But I never wore a skirt and a blouse, I said gesturing to my totally wrecked suit.

Well that was because your dad and I paid for your clothes, Mom said. That's up to you now so you can wear whatever you want.

In that case, I think I will start doing this more often! I told her and did a canon ball into the soupy glop. Mom dove in head first and Ashley came down the slide.

Mom couldn't seem to get enough mud-sliding so we paddled back over to the silt and slid across it into the drop-off about ten more times. Ashley and I took turns holding the camera while the other slid through the mud with Mom. Mom let me take a video of Ashley smearing a huge blob of the damp mud into her hair. Mom's clown mode was fully operational today! I put the camera down after that and we all slid into the muck together a few times.

I need a break, I said and crawled out to plop down into the gooey silt. I scooped up handfuls of it and smeared it all through my hair and felt the sand that was still clogged up in it from earlier. I fell back and lay my head in the mud and started making mud angels in the silt. Mom and Ashley joined me. We finally decided it was time to clean up and crawled out, but not until after we'd done one more three-way mud-slide. We hosed each other off. I finally decided that trying to save my old work uniform was a lost cause and stripped down to my bra and panties to finish hosing off. I threw my clothes in the garbage can. My white bra and panties were now the same dingy gray that Robert's shorts were when he climbed out of the Blazer's window to taunt us that rainy day.

Have fun driving home like that, Ashley kidded me. I wasn't worried. One of them would lend me some clothes.

After thirty minutes of washing each other down with the hose, we sat down at the picnic table to drip dry since none of us had thought to bring out any towels. Thinking about how much fun we'd had together today and thinking back to how much fun I'd had those wet, muddy days during my last weeks in college, (There were more! I promise to tell you all about them later!) I spied the volleyball set that dad had pulled out of the minibarn in anticipation of everyone coming over for the Fourth of July. We'd all usually play a game and then all jump in the pond for a swim to cool off. He'd pulled it out last week but he probably thought now that no one would be interested in using it without a place to swim.

Mom, do you think that silty area is level enough to play volleyball on? I asked. I wonder if the family would like to start a new Fourth of July tradition