Darcie's Muddy Rescue: Part 1
(Inspired by DownloadDreams.com's Skylar's Day Off: The Mud Adventure)

I'm back again! I promise I'll really try to stay on track and tell you the story I intended to tell the last time. I was just so worked up about my little pie party I threw for Jim after his business trip I couldn't shut up! Jim saw how hot and bothered I was when I finished the story, so he decided to help me out. He carried me out the back door and jumped off the dock with me! The only problem with that was I was intending on heading to bed and I was dressed so that he would know that he was getting lucky. I ended up swimming again in my red lace camisole, thong and garter set with the red nylon stockings that I wore after Olivia's wet wedding dress photo shoot. This time I wasn't able to save them from joining my bottom-of-the-pond clothing collection. Oh, well. Boys will be boys; won't they? I suppose if getting all of my clothes torn off and tossed into the water bothered me, I could stop letting him throw me in the pond. Oh, like THAT'S going to happen!

Off track already! What I really wanted to tell you about is what happened when we joined Jared and Olivia to christen their new/old Blazer. After that steamy romp during my last chapter, I'll warn you that this one is just for fun. Oh, and getting really, really muddy!

Jared wanted to get an early start on Saturday morning, so we piled the girls in the Blazer and took off on Friday after Jim got home from work. We got dinner on the road and then ended up taking a little detour. You see the Blazer may have a killer waterproof stereo, but it most definitely did not have air conditioning and it stays hot until well after dark in Texas in July. After some time on the road, that fountain they built near my sorority house that caused all of the muddy mess started sounding better and better. And since my college was right on the way, we stopped and soaked everybody down. Our clothes were still pretty wet when we got to the motel and we got some weird looks, but weird looks for us were normal by now!

After we checked out, we met Jared and Olivia at their house the next morning and got to see their new truck. The previous owner had added a stereo like ours and a sun roof, two things that were definitely not military issue. We took off the Blazers' tops and Jared led us to the friend of a friend's property where we started back down a dirt road through some woods. All seven of us were in pretty worn cut off shorts, all denim, except Jared's whose was made from some worn cargo pants. The guys were both in muscle shirts. Olivia wore two cotton camisoles layered. I had on a baggy tank top and a racer-back sport bra and the girls were all in old t-shirts. Although a lot of people like to wear old work boots or galoshes, we all preferred old sneakers. We were all definitely dressed for mudding.

I haven't scoped this place out yet, Jared stopped and yelled back to us, but he told me that there is a big clearing about a half mile up that they ripped up and keep really mucky.

Really mucky. Now that's what I'm talking about! Sure enough, a short drive later we came to a clearing where the ground in the center was a thick pea soup silt like what the pond looked like when it drained out that time. And we found out that we weren't alone out here. Out near the center of the soupy silt was a Jeep Wrangler 4-door. It was mired in the muck all the way up to the floor boards and by the piles of mud both in front and behind, the driver had been ferociously trying to rock it out and had only succeeded in digging it in deeper.

Someone messed up, Jim said. Jared led the way around the outside edge of the clearing where the ground was a little more solid. I was a little disappointed that we both didn't just go racing through it and cover ourselves with the sloppy muck, but since there was a stalled vehicle out there, we were more careful. We didn't know if the driver might appear from somewhere suddenly. We could only go so far around slowly like this since in front of us on both sides the soupy muck extended all the way to the tree line. A spring must run through there to feed the mud.

We got alongside the Jeep and saw who it was that had buried it so badly. Sitting on the front bumper was a girl, twenty-two, twenty-four maybe. I was only able to judge her age by her face because that was the only part of her that wasn't literally dripping with the soupy, silty mud that her Jeep was bogged down in. She looked like she was wearing a camisole tank top and a mini-skirt and sticking out of the mud I could make out what looked like boots, nice boots, not what you might wear to wade through the mud in. Even her hair was slicked down in the muck which judging by the way it clung to her looked like it had the consistency of pudding. Her head was down and she didn't appear to have even noticed us yet.



I called, Miss? Are you all right?

Oh, gosh, I am so embarrassed! she said back. She stood up and started to walk toward us. It was then I could tell that her boots were not only way too nice for wading through the mud; they were high heels! She stumbled forward about eight steps, lost her balance and toppled backwards spread eagle into the mud.

Oh shit! I cried.

Girls wait here for a minute! Jim said at the same time both of us were opening our doors.

Jared and Olivia jumped out at the same time and all four of us waded out into the silty muck to where the woman had fallen. She was just getting back to her feet. We were in it up to our shins by the time we reached her. She was way overdressed for being out here. The camisole and denim mini-skirt weren't that bad but in addition to the high-heel leather boots, both wrists sported several dangling bracelets. I dressed similarly once when I had an ax to grind (Darcie's Messy Rebound), and of course if Jim made a special request for a swim or a dive into the bog I would accommodate him, but most everyone knows that you generally wear clothes mud bogging that you don't care about.

The guys' eyes were drawn to the fact the she wasn't wearing a bra and the camisole tank top clung to her nipples like a second skin despite the fact that her clothes were heavily sodden with the pasty mud. I caught Jim's lower gaze and he immediately shifted up to look her in the eye. He's a guy! What am I supposed to do? Sue him?

I am so sorry to make you wade out here like this! she said. Now you'll ruin the inside of your cars too!

The four of us exchanged quizzical glances. If she only had any idea how much mud that Jim and I had washed out of the Blazer just since we'd owned it, let alone when it was Jared's. If it wasn't full of mud when we got home from something like this, then we didn't have fun!

I'm Darcie, I said. God, don't worry about that. Jim, Jared and Olivia introduced themselves.

My name's Skylar and I need some help getting out of here, she replied.

Unable to contain himself, Jim started to chuckle. I'll say you do!

Jim! I scolded. He was making me start to laugh and I knew that last thing Skylar wanted right now was to be laughed at. Now I would have thought it was hilarious if it happened to me, but we all know I'm a little different.

I'm sorry, Jim said. What happened?

Well I just bought this Jeep and I thought it would be fun to take it off-roading. A friend said I could come here and that it wasn't very crowded, she explained. I started driving through this mud and then I got scared and tried to back up. Then I couldn't get going again.

Skylar started walking toward the Jeep and once again lost her balance trying to walk on the high heeled boots in the shin-deep mud. This time she toppled over forward and the pasty muck swallowed her whole. She struggled back up and her face at last matched the rest of her after planting it (My specialty!) into the sloppy mud.

Oh HELL! she exclaimed spitting mud from her mouth. She came up on her knees and slapped the mud which splattered the four of us who had rushed up to help her.

Take it easy! Jared soothed.

Why don't you just take off those boots? Olivia suggested.

Having nothing left to lose, Skylar plopped onto her butt in the mud and yanked off both boots and stood. Ooooo! she exclaimed at the sensation of her bare feet sunk deep in the mud. At least THAT feels good!

She led us back over to the Jeep and plopped the boots on the hood. Anyway, she went on, I tried to get it out myself. I tried rocking it.

She opened the driver's door and we understood her comment about ruining the inside of our cars. The 4-door Wrangler had a more upscale interior. The entire driver's side and most of the center console where the gear shift was located was caked with layers of the gooey silt. The seat was covered. The carpet was covered. The steering wheel was covered and the inside of the driver's door was splattered top to bottom. She must have had the door open when she tried rocking it.

I tried digging the tires out, she explained. All that accomplished was this she gestured to her mud-covered appearance and then pointing at the muddy seat added, and that!

Just look! she said. Brand new and it's ruined!

It's not as bad as you think, Jim said. Jeep Wrangler interiors are a lot more resilient than the average car. Vacuum up the loose stuff when it dries, steam clean the seat and carpet and wipe down everything else and it will look just like new.

Really? she asked. She was sounding less desperate.

Yeah, but if you're going to do this all the time, you should get some Weather Tech floor mats, he suggested. They cover your carpet completely and catch all of the mud.

Can I ask you something? Olivia asked. How did you get it in your hair?

Skylar looked toward the ground. I'm sure we would have seen her blush if she hadn't just decorated her face with as much mud as the rest of her. Well, I was digging mud out from in front of the wheels, she began, and I slipped and landed on my butt. My front was already covered and now my rear end was. It was so hot out here I figured 'What the hell!' and just lay back the rest of the way and took a break. That sounds so silly; doesn't it?

Not really, I replied. Olivia and I looked at each other and giggled, knowing that there wasn't a chance in hell that we were going to leave here today before we all looked just like she did. And I don't blame Skylar one bit. It was hot as hell out there!

Well look; can you guys help get me out of here? Skylar asked.

Of course we can, Jared said. He looked sort of sideways knowingly at Jim and added, but we'll need to get over in front of you to pull you out.

Jim's eyes gave away that he got it. Right, he said, We'll need to tear across here pretty fast to get over to the other side so you three don't move; okay?

Skylar nodded oblivious. I rolled my eyes and Olivia just snickered.

Jim and Jared waded back to the more solid land. Jim got in the driver's seat and turned to the girls still sitting in the back seat. He made a couple of gestures and I could somewhat read his lips say, get Mom real good. (It took them a while, but they started to finally call me Mom. I didn't rush it. I knew there was no way I was ever going to replace Sarah, but I was there to fill the void. I'd adopted them and loved them as if they were my own and I knew that even when they were still calling me Darcie, that they loved me too.) Paula, Carly and Bailey all turned and faced us and started laughing.

Jim and Jared backed up the solid bank and up the little road we drove down to get here a short way. I heard a familiar roar, the sound of a Chevy 5.7 liter now times 2. It was a sound that I sort of fell in love with on a rainy day back in college standing by the curb behind our sorority house. (Too bad Beth wasn't here for this!) Jared led the way with Jim right behind and they plowed through the center of the muddy field, throwing rooster tails out behind them.

Poor Paula, Carly and Bailey! Our tires were kicking up enough, but the stuff Jared was kicking up seemed to be at the perfect arc to rain down on our open back seat and cover them in a thick brown ooze. What am I saying? They LOVED it! Of course that was nothing compared to what the two Blazers were splashing out to the sides. They both veered our direction. Skylar let out a scream just before the three of us were treated to the muddiest shower that I think I've ever gotten mud bogging anywhere. Skylar was already good and wrecked but Olivia and I turned brown instantly. Skylar was trying to shield herself. Why? I don't know because she could have swum through the mud the whole length of the field and not picked up any more than what she was already covered in. Guess it was an uptight gal reflex action.

Olivia and I were laughing and trying to keep our mouths shut doing so. Jim cut his front wheels to the left and the right one kicked up a huge blob of pasty mud, about the size of a dinner plate that came right at my face. Splat! It was like getting hit with a pie! Olivia couldn't stand it and doubled over cracking up and laughing out loud despite the fact that her mouth was filling with mud.

Jim and Jared pulled up on the opposite side and we were left standing there dripping brown glop from every inch of our bodies. Olivia and I were dying, but Skylar was starting to huff and puff.

Look what they just did to us! she screamed.

Take it easy, Skylar, I said. They were just kidding around.

Yeah, Olivia chimed in, if they don't get to splatter us once or twice like this when we're out here, they'll complain later that we didn't let them have any fun!

I was so proud of Olivia. I'd set out to get her to lighten up just enough to do a wet wedding dress photo shoot and look how far she'd come on her own.

Skylar's expression lightened and she even started to snicker a little. I guess I'm the last one who should be upset, she said. I was a muddy blob before you guys showed up. But look at your poor girls now!

They were climbing over the Blazer's tailgate and they all looked like we did. We heard them all start to shriek and giggle and they came running back into the soupy part of the mud. They all flopped onto their stomachs and disappeared under the surface for a second before they popped back up and started throwing mud balls at each other and their dad and Jared.

Something tells me they didn't mind either, I said. Really sweetie, it's normal to get this muddy when you're out here doing this.

She replied, Well to tell the truth, I was sort of self-conscious when you all showed up here looking the way I did. Now that I have company, it's not so bad.

Jim waded out with Jared's winch hook and Skylar went over to meet him and bring it the rest of the way. I was disappointed that she didn't let him bring it all the way since I figured the three of us could have taken him down if we wanted to. All we needed was to get him close enough. The guys were a little muddy thanks to running through the field and then having the girls throwing it at them, but they were NOTHING compared to us.

We needed to get the hook around the frame somewhere, but the Jeep was mired up to the floor boards. I'll go under and get it, I offered. It wouldn't be the first time. I mentioned in Darcie at Mud Fest that I finally got to drive on Sunday. What I didn't mention was that I got us just as stuck in muck that was just as deep. Jim figured that since I'd gotten us stuck for the first time all weekend, then it was only fair that I have to hook up the tow line. I ended up taking a deep breath and diving under the mud to reach a tow hook.

No, I got myself into this coming out here with no experience and no one to help me, Skylar said. I'll do it. She took the hook and crouched down in the mud and tried reaching under the bumper and feeling around through the mud. I was just about to offer again to do it when she blurted out, OH HELL! took a breath and went under. I probably should have told her in the beginning that it was the only way. I could hear Jim and Jared laughing at her from over where they were. Skylar had completely vanished except for one hand that was holding onto the bumper and it finally went under with the rest of her. Muddy bubbles rose to the surface. She finally popped up without the hook, shook her head back and forth, and wiped her mouth before finally taking a breath. Got it! she said while blinking her eyes open.

Okay, Jared called over to us. Someone needs to get in and steer while I pull you out.

I'll do it, Skylar said. The interior is already a mess. I won't hurt it anymore.

She must have believed it too since she simply walked around and got in the driver's door without so much as trying to smooth a couple of layers of mud off of her. She started the engine and put it in drive. Jared ran the winch and with mud thrown everywhere, especially over Olivia and me, the Jeep began inching forward. Her wheels finally dug in to solid ground and the Jeep joined the two Blazers. Olivia and I waded out of the mud behind her.

Yay! Thank you so much for helping me! Skylar said as she got out. She walked around and dropped right to her stomach to reach under the Jeep and disconnect the hook. But now I really need a shower!

Why in such a hurry now? Jared asked.

Yeah, Olivia added. You and the Jeep can't get any muddier. Stay out here with us for a while.

It's always more fun with more people, I said. I was walking around behind Jim and Olivia was making her way behind Jared as I said the next part: Besides, I think with six-to-two we can probably get these two dunked in the mud where they belong!

I jumped on Jim's back and Olivia jumped on Jared's. They both started laughing.

Yeah! the girls all yelled and came running out of where they were still playing in the mud. They rushed their dad and me and started pushing us toward the mud pit.

Oh! Fine! I heard Skylar relent and she grabbed the struggling pair of Olivia and Jared and guided them our direction.

Jim and I toppled over first and Jared and Olivia right after. We six females made quick work of any bare skin, clothing or hair that wasn't totally covered or mired in gooey, silty mud on the guys before we let them get the upper hand and begin tossing us back down. We all crawled back up to the trucks spitting and sputtering mud from mouths and noses and laughing our asses off.

Happy now? Jim asked.

For the time being, I replied. Remember to check to see if you're outnumbered the next time you decide to splatter pretty ladies with mud.

Aw, you love it and you know it! Jared piped in. He would know that better than anyone as many times as I let him do it. But he was looking at Olivia when he said it and she was suppressing the giggles. When we first met, you never would have convinced me that under that uptight exterior was someone who could enjoy being singled out and made a messy fool of as much as I did. I couldn't wait for Labor Day when she and Jared would join the rest of us for Mud Fest, unless we saw her sooner.

I suppose when you consider what some women have to put up with, Olivia began as she walked toward Jared wiping her lips, getting a mud shower is pretty tame. She wiped his lips and pulled him into a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands through her slimy hair. Muddy soup dripped from her hair to the ground in wet clumps. I bet Jared thought she never looked prettier well maybe except for rolling in the mud in that shredded wedding gown or when Jim left him pelting both of us with pies to practice his throwing technique.

Let's get back in the mud! Jim said grabbing up Bailey and hoisting her over our Blazer's tailgate.

I'm still a little scared about getting stuck again, Skylar said. Can I ride with one of you?

Sure! Jump in, Jared said. But you'll have to ride in the back where it's completely open and you'll get splattered with mud a lot.

Skylar paused as Olivia was about to let her in the back seat through the passenger side. I don't think I have anything to worry about anymore, she said. I challenge you to find a clean spot to mess up.

We all piled into our trucks and the guys took off and tore through the mud over and over. We each did our best to cover the other in muddy rooster tails and splashes and I could see that Skylar was starting to enjoy herself.

We pulled up next to Jared, Olivia and Skylar on the solid patch of ground where we started.

Let's pull 'em on the inner tubes, Jim suggested.

What? Skylar asked sounding shocked.

You really are new at this; aren't you? I asked.

He means that someone is going to ride on a water ski tube tied to the back of the truck, Olivia explained. I've never done it, but it sounds like a blast!

Great minds must think alike because we both had packed ski tubes and 12-volt inflators. We blew up the tubes and tied them to both trucks' trailer hitches. I know the mud-bogging purists out there will say that we're supposed to use truck tire tubes and just tie them on with a piece of rope. Well the ski tubes and tow lines are a little safer. I may be a redneck girl, but I'm a practical redneck girl.

Who's going first? Jared asked.

We are! Paula and Carly answered in unison.

You know how to spot? I asked Skylar.

Is it just like water skiing? she asked back.

Exactly, I replied. Just keep an eye on the tubes and if anyone falls off or is in trouble, let the driver know. Even if we have to stop out there, we'll have at least one truck that can tow us out.

The girls put on swim goggles and Carly climbed on behind us and Paula took a seat behind Jared. The two big Chevy's tore off into the mud with slimy, filthy girls hanging on behind. Carly's tube hopped and kicked up a big pie-sized glob of mud just like what hit me and it splattered her in the face. She didn't have any time to react. At least her eyes were protected by the goggles.

Jared turned and went roaring back the other way with Paula barely recognizable as a human being let along our daughter, but Jim pulled up into the somewhat solid mud on the other end. No longer held by Newton's first law of motion, (I am also an educated redneck girl!), the blob of mud fell from Carly's face into her lap. She was making blah noises and trying to wipe here goggles clean.

Bailey was in the back seat and saw the whole thing and was doubled over laughing at her older sister. Jim, barely able to contain himself said, Pipe down, little girl. It's notfunny! and lost it right there. He finally called back to Carly: You okay back there? I started to laugh too.

I'm fine, and I'm glad you're all amused! she replied. Now get going! I want the rest of my turn!

You da boss! Jim yelled back and took off across the pasty mud again. It's hard to believe that less than two years ago, these three were city girls from the suburbs whose idea of roughing it was a tent in the backyard. They were genuine country girls now who thought nothing about wading chest deep across the creek in their school clothes just to catch a turtle, or getting mud pied and asking for more.

We offered Skylar the next turn, but she turned it down saying she'd just like to watch for now.

Liv, it looks like we're getting mud-slimed again, I said.

We took our places behind the Blazers. I saw Jim and Jared plotting something before they punched it and off we slid through the muck. I noticed as we neared the turn-around, that Jim wasn't slowing down. He cut the Blazer around to the left hard. I hung on for dear life, but it wasn't good enough. I went tumbling off to my right, rolling and then sliding across the shin-deep pasty mud.

Olivia was lying on her back laughing at how they'd gotten both of us when I crawled up to her. I don't know about her, but that tumble and slide had forced mud in places it hadn't even thought of going yet. A familiar euphoria crept over me as I felt the slimy ooze tickling my private parts inside my panties and the sport bra.

What's the matter? Jared yelled. You girls have trouble holding on?

I was crouched on my knees, which meant I was waist deep in the glop and Olivia rolled over into the same position.

I guess we're just not worthy! I called back to the guys. They were all having a good laugh at our expense so I figured they may as well get a better one. Quietly I said to Olivia, Follow my lead. I put my hands over my head and started to bow, ala Wayne's World, but instead of just putting my head down into my lap, I kept going and burrowed it all the way under the pasty mud like an ostrich. Olivia followed and we came up yelling, We're not worthy! and getting mud in our mouths, but like I've always said, You're not having fun in the mud until you taste it! We burrowed out heads back under the glop three more times until we were told we looked like blobs of mud with bodies. My hair felt like it weighed ten pounds until I scraped about a six-inch thick layer that was simply stuck to it. Then I could smooth out some of the muck that was actually in my sodden hair. I couldn't hear. My ears were completely filled and blocked. Luckily we kept a squirt bottle of water in the truck for just such an occasion. We wandered over, actually digging our ears out so we could spray them out.

It would be about an hour or longer in the shower tonight. Of course when I was this far gone, I really didn't care if I ever got clean again or not. It was a lot less effort to just stay in the mud and be dirty!

Olivia and I were forced to slosh over to where they guys were waiting and get back on our mounts. They raced back across the muck, splattering us with a coat of mud that was superfluous at this point, and pulled up onto the solid ground.

Skylar again passed on riding. I think the guys ought to take a turn then, Olivia suggested.

Can I ride with you, Dad? Bailey asked. We'd pulled her slowly through the runs last year at Mud Fest but you could not drive slowly through this mess or you'd get stuck. She was a bit on the small side to ride by herself.

I bet your mom is going to try to knock me off, Jim said. He was right.

I don't care! I bet you can't do it, Mom! Bailey baited.

Well that just sounds like a challenge, young lady, I countered. You're on! All three girls knew that whenever I used terms like young lady, that I was just teasing, just like whenever I called Jim a Yankee. Everyone knew that I was no strict disciplinarian. Their dad was supposed to be more in charge of that department, but then again, Daddy's little girls pretty much got away with murder since anything they did to get in trouble was usually so damned funny. That and I think I mentioned that even though I was Mom I usually was more like the crazy big sister who instigated whatever it was in the first place. Jim wasn't afraid to punish me, but that was something usually doled out in private and meant that more of my clothes or lingerie would be sinking in the pond. Like THAT was going to teach me a lesson. RIGHT!

Olivia and I took over the driving duties and the guys took their seats on the ski tubes. Bailey took a muddy seat in front of Jim and I took off. Olivia was right behind me. Jim, Bailey and Jared vanished under blobs of mud as we raced across the field. We reached the other side, and just like I'd been challenged, I cut the wheel hard left and slingshot the tube out around behind us. Bailey lost her grip first and as soon as she was clear, Jim let go on purpose so he wouldn't land too far away. By the time I got the Blazer stopped and could check on them, a Jim-sized ball of mud was tossing a giggling Bailey-sized ball of mud through the air and letting her splatter into the muck and disappear under its surface only to emerge and run over to him to do it all over again.

It's amazing what you can find sexy. That sight of the muddiest father and daughter you could ever imagine playing together like a couple of pigs in that pasty, soupy muck like neither one of them had a care in the world turned me on like you wouldn't believe. I saw myself jumping out of the driver's seat, ripping my clothes to shreds as I ran toward him and then ripping his off and telling him to fuck my muddy brains out! Of course there were Paula, Carly, Bailey, Jared, Olivia and Skylar stopping me from pursuing that course of action, but it was still fun to think about!

Let's go! Carly shouted and both she and Paula were over the tailgate and sloshing their way over to them. Soon both Jim and Jared were swinging all three of them by their arms and legs and dumping them into the mud. Well at least there won't be a problem with any one of these three being high maintenance. I can see them all taking whatever teasing and abuse (the fun kind like water and mud) the lucky guys who win their hearts want to dish out.

Doesn't look like we're heading back any time soon, I called over to Olivia and Skylar. May as well join them!

We waded out to where the five of them were playing. Jim and Jared caught Olivia first and dumped her, then me and finally went after Skylar.

This isn't proper! We just met! I heard her scream through her cackling laughter as they grabbed her off her feet. We all got dunked at least ten times and the guys even let us do them. I had another thought that was fun to think about but best kept to myself at the time. Had Skylar and the girls not been around, I think we were close enough to Jared and Olivia now that if I'd suggested it, she would have joined me in showing the guys a good time like I did back at the quarry that time. Except this time I would have left handling Jared up to her and just concentrated on my lover boy.

After we somehow managed to get even muddier than we were before, we piled back on and the guys and Bailey finally finished their ride.

I may was well try, Skylar said. Everyone else seems to think it's fun.

Jared and Olivia took off with her. Jared took the turn on the opposite side easy so he wouldn't throw her off. I saw her flag them down before they took off again and yell something at them, but I couldn't tell what was said. They came racing through the slime back to us but instead of pulling up where we were, Jared cut it hard and sent Skylar flying off the tube into the mud.

I told them I wanted my turn to fall off, she said as she waded out of the glop.

Of course Paula and Carly wanted another turn so they could get knocked off too. We made one last run and decided to call it a day.

Is there a lake or something around here we can jump in and rinse off? I asked.

Jared replied, Not here, but Atlanta State Park isn't far away, and there's a drive-through car wash down the road from there.

Olivia asked, Y'all want to come back to our house after that? We can grill out and play on the trampoline. Jared just got it!

I bet he did! It had to have taken her great transformation to get her bouncing on a trampoline with her ample assets.

We didn't have any dinner plans, I said. Sounds good to me.

Skylar said, I've imposed on you guys enough. I think I'll just go home and get a shower.

Oh, don't be silly! Olivia chided. We're friends now! And you let these two knuckleheads (gesturing to Jared and Jim) torture you with mud all afternoon. The least I can do is feed you!

Okay, Skylar relented, a swim in actual water does sound pretty good right now. Even if I am a little overdressed for it.

Honey, I'll show you what being overdressed for a swim is like, Olivia quipped, obviously meaning both of her trash the dress sessions.

She and I walked Skylar over to her Jeep where she retrieved her boots from the hood. I suppose I need to at least wear these to drive, she said, but I'll be throwing them away after that. I've learned what not to wear next time! She sat on the Jeep's front bumper and made a funny face when mud oozed over the tops of the boots into her hands as she put them on. She smiled a playful smile, shrugged and ground both handfuls of mud into her fully sodden blond hair. I think I've finally gotten used to running around like this, she said. It's starting to feel pretty good.

We laughed and then she looked serious for a second. Can I ask you something though? Is it normal to get a little turned on by the mud squishing in your panties?

Olivia and I looked at each other and laughed. No, I said, it's normal to get a lot turned on by it.

We drove the short distance to Atlanta State Park. The lady at the gate looked at the state of us. The mud covering all of us was starting to dry after driving in the late afternoon sun. Every square inch of the outsides of all three vehicles was painted with mud and every square inch of the insides of the open Blazers was too. We have no off road trails here, she cautioned.

That's okay, Jim replied. We just want to use the lake to rinse the 'off road' off of us.

We went to the beach and swam for a couple of hours. Of course we were once again the subject of weird looks as all eight of us piled out of our vehicles, caked head-to-toe with mud, and walked down to the beach to jump in. Being a lake in a sort of red necky area we certainly weren't the only ones there in street clothes, but Skylar was the only one wearing a mini-skirt that I could tell. Speaking of Skylar, I had to forgive my husband again for staring too long at Skylar's braless tits. Once the mud was washed away and her top was only wet with water, they REALLY stuck out! Somehow I got the impression she was used to it by the sly grin she gave every guy she caught noticing.

The baggy tank top made it hard to swim so I slipped it off on the beach and jumped back in with only my sport bra covering my top. My nipples stuck out a little too, but Skylar got most of the attention in that department.

I like your tattoo, Skylar commented when she noticed my souvenir from that spring break with the control freak. I just realized that I've never described my little tramp stamp. It's not that much, just what appear to be vines that grow into the shape of a heart in the center. Luke, (the control freak) wanted me to add his name, but I wasn't THAT drunk. I was dating a neatness freak who made ME get a tattoo! What was wrong with me?

Thanks, I sheepishly replied. I don't usually flaunt it because it reminds me of someone I'd rather not think about.

Oh, I see, Skylar replied. If it makes you feel any better, she began turning around and lifting up the back of her camisole tank top, mine does too. It was a lot bigger than mine. It was a blue and black butterfly surrounded by a Spirograph design of interwoven curved lines in several colors.

It's pretty anyway, I remarked.

Thanks, she replied. I just wish I hadn't gotten it for a guy who would break up with me for a stripper. His loss. I hear she's left him already and has him hit up for child support for a kid he doesn't even think is his.

Well I'm proud of mine anyway, Olivia chimed in.

Yours? I asked. I'd seen the girl buck naked and she didn't have any tattoos, but that was several weeks before. When did you get one?

On our vacation, she replied. I'd nearly forgotten that the two of them had run off to Gatlinburg, Tennessee two weeks earlier on an impromptu trip. When I said that she changed, I meant that she really changed. Jared's work had an inventory shut down, she'd begged off the same week from her job so she could go somewhere with him and show him a good time. One of the things that was on her must-do list was go back to that Sliding Rock and not worry about getting all wet or ripping out holes in the seat of her shorts.

Well let's see it, I demanded. Olivia spun around and pulled up her two camisole tops and showed off a pretty red heart with a key hole in it decorating her lower back.

And that's not all! she said and then yelled, Jared, come over here!

He slid off the edge of the swim raft where he'd been sitting and swam over to us. I'm showing you off! she giggled and pulled back on Jared's right arm hole on the front of his muscle shirt. It revealed a large key tattooed on his right breast with the caption, The Key to Her Heart.

That's so cute, Skylar said. You and Jim ought to get something like that.

Jim had been tossing the girls in the water. Hearing his name he put Bailey down and turned around.

Jim's scared of needles, I joked.

I'm not scared; I simply don't like them sticking me unless they're absolutely necessary, he corrected, but if someone really wanted me to

Can we talk about something else? I asked. Besides, that spot is already taken.

Get it somewhere else, Olivia suggested.

Skylar chimed in, Or ask if the artist can incorporate what you already have into something new.

Isn't it time to go back to your house and start grilling? I asked, making my second attempt to change the subject.

Sure, Jared said starting to laugh. Let's get rinsed off.

I hoped that put an end to the tattoo discussion, but you know things have a way of coming back around here. If not in the current story, maybe in a later one!

We found the hose that Jared and Olivia had used in their pictures and Skylar rinsed the mud out of her boots. They were toast. Well that's $150.00 down the drain, she remarked watching water pour from the leather high heeled boots. I'd ruined more than my share of good shoes in water and mud, but I'd always done it on purpose.

It was nice that the beach had a bath house so we were able to strip off in the shower and wring the mud out of our clothes that the lake didn't rinse. All eight of us were plastered with it. Of course we all had to get back in cars with muddy seats but at least for the Blazers, a run through the car wash fixed that for the most part. Yeah, we all stayed in our seats like idiots. Since Skylar had a closed Jeep, we let her run through first and then ride through with Jared and Olivia while we recorded it with Jared's cell phone. Then we gave Jim's cell phone to Jared to record the rest of us being Dumbass Rednecks (See Darcie's Messy Rebound). We marked another first for the girls, and Jim and Olivia for that matter, as none of them had ever ridden through a car wash in a topless vehicle before. Of course I don't think most of us need more than one hand to count the people we know who have. Just remember if you try it to make sure you don't get the hot wax!

Leaving Skylar's Jeep parked in the sun had dried a lot of the mud inside so the guys used the car wash vacuums to attempt to start cleaning it up. Then we needed supplies for cooking out. All eight of us converged on a grocery store to get ground beef, hot dogs, buns, chips, beer, margarita mix, soft drinks and water melon. We still had the beach towels in the Blazer, so we were able to dry off to the point that we weren't dripping all over their floor, but we were all still obviously soaking wet and our clothes were all dingy from mud, especially my light green tank top and gray sports bra. All three of us ladies and the girls' hair all hung down like dry straw. You know how hair gets before you shampoo it when it's been full of mud. Then again, maybe you don't. Imagine how your hair feels after you've been swimming in a lake and the sun has dried it, and they multiply that by twenty. We looked like hillbillies who had crawled out of a swamp and hadn't bathed in weeks. And you know what? I didn't care! Skylar almost didn't go in when she heard how her leather boots squelched when she walked in them, but even she said to hell with it. Sure it was weird look time again, but I've been getting weird looks all my life and it's never stopped me before.

Wow! I seems I simply can't tell a short story! It's at thirteen pages in Word and we haven't even made it to Jared and Olivia's house yet! Well I did promise that this story would only be about good dirty fun, and things did heat up a little, so why don't I save that for next time? See you in Part 2!