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Darcie Chapter 30--Kellie's Big Date
Story by wetgalfanx
Posted 5/5/18     102 views
Kellie's Big Date
(Or What Happens When You Give a Guy Your Number Covered in Mud)
Hi, Guys! Darcie here! Yes, I know the story is supposed to be about Kellie but remember whose series this is! Anyway, Kellie and Johnny did go out that evening after we stood by the puddle in the rain acting like total morons. Like she said, it was just dinner.
A few nights later, they went out to a movie and after got run out of Copperas Branch Park beach swimming in their underwear after it closed at eleven o'clock. Kellie swears they went in before the park closed at eleven and just lost track of time.
Well I can't fault her too much. Jim had me skinny dipping in there on our second date. Well, if you count Turner Falls as a date, and you don't count those two nights I just snuck into his hotel room and let him nail me as dates. Anyway, he took her to some outdoor concert out of town on Memorial Day Weekend. What happened, you ask? I don't know. She hasn't told me yet. If you want to know that, we need to bring in the Omnipotent Narrator Guy.
What, Wetgalfan? He's on vacation! Well when were you going to tell me? Oh! You want ME to fill in? Whatever! Well, at least I get to wear the foil hat of omnipotence. I'll put it on.
WOW! What a rush! I can see everything! I can even see you reading this. Hey! Stop playing with yourself! I haven't even got to the good part of the story yet!
Let's seeKellie's third date with Johnny. Here it is:
You told me we were going to an outdoor music festival, Kellie said. You neglected to mention it was at Big Swamp Mud Park.
Must have slipped my mind, Johnny replied. The twinkle in his eye and the sly grin he shot her as they pulled through the mud park's gate gave away that the slip was entirely intentional. Kellie didn't mind. Johnny was closest thing to boyfriend material she'd met in a while despite how they had met. They started getting along immediately, even as they stood talking in the pouring rain by the side of the road, him soaking wet and her totally destroyed by splashing cars' mud. Like Kellie, he owned his own business. He owned a garage that specialized in off-road conversions for trucks. Kellie should have guessed he was up to something when he picked her up in the Ford pickup he had been driving the day they met. He had driven his car for their first two dates.
By their second date, he'd confessed that women who weren't afraid to say to hell with it and have fun were a major turn on for him. That was the reason Kellie had suggested they stop off at Copperas Branch for a swim. Had they not stayed past closing and gotten run out by the cops, no one would have known they were running around the beach in the dark in their underwear.
She hadn't dressed up too much. After all she knew this was going to be outside and it had rained all night and more was in the forecast for the day. She was wearing a light blue camisole tank top that she had given up trying to keep the straps over the shoulder straps of her bronze colored bra. She also wore tan shorts that showed off her toned legs and a pair of Croc's flip flops. Johnny parked in the driest spot he could find. However it was soon evident that staying out of the mud was a futile effort. Johnny was wearing old jeans and sneakers with a well-worn green golf shirt so they both laughed and made the best of wading their way through it. The area in front of the stage was a muddy mess anyway and the typical drunk girl mud wrestling that usually happens at this sort of thing was in full swing.
Want to give it a try? Johnny said jokingly.
Mmmmm, maybe another time I like these shorts, Kellie replied. She would have been disappointed in him if he hadn't at least tried to coax her into it once, but Kellie wasn't quite the free spirit as the rest of her friends. She hadn't brought any other clothes and she still remembered the wet, muddy ride home in the Blazer from a week or so ago. However she was about to the point where she wanted to find someplace to just get soaked. The rain had been drizzling off and on all afternoon. It was just enough to keep the place humid and good and muddy and her clothes and hair miserably damp.
The bands that Kellie and Johnny had wanted to see had finished their sets and the rain had stopped again for the moment so they went for a walk or a wade rather. Johnny's shoes were soaked through and Kellie's flip flops were completely brown. Her feet were muddy up to her ankles. She was glad she hadn't worn socks and shoes.
Want a drink, Johnny asked in front of the beer tent.
Sure, Kellie replied.
It wasn't either one's first beer of the day, but it was obvious that a lot of others had had many more than our hero and heroine. They walked back to a large hole dug out in front of a sign stating MUD RASSLIN' PIT. Two girls, obviously very drunk were already down there. Both of them were brown head-to-toe and Kellie could just make out that they were both in bikini tops. One was wearing jeans that had both knees blown out and the other was in a cut off denim skirt. Both of them looked like they were getting tired, but the crowd kept egging them on. The whole area smelled of beer. Apparently it was custom to sacrifice the last few ounces of one's beer to the pit to keep it from drying up. With the drizzling rain today, it didn't look like that was going to be a problem, but the crowd wanted to make sure.
Someone right at the edge left and Johnny urged Kellie into their place. The two girls down there rolling around in the mud tempted some part of her deep down, but Kellie kept thinking about the ride home. She was sure if her friends, Darcie, Beth and Debbie had been there, all four of them would have already taken half a dozen turns down there. (Yes, I know I'm me, but I'm also trying to be the narrator! She's right, though. As soon as I realized I could spend the day with my underwear full of mud, there would have been no turning back! Yeehah!)
The two girls in the pit finally had enough and no amount of coaxing from the crowd could keep them from climbing out. Their husbands/boyfriends/dates reached out to give them a hand out and got rewarded with muddy hugs. Heck, served them right! They probably tossed both of them in there.
It look like it's open, Johnny urged.
You won't be happy until I'm covered in mud, will you? Kellie said with a sly grin. How little did she know that the mud gods had placed that in motion.
Behind her, a couple who had both had many more beers than either Kellie or Johnny was pushing toward the front. He was being a little more forceful about his desire to see his wife/girlfriend/date wallowing in the mud.
Hurry up, Luann! the guy yelled, pushing her from behind. It's finally empty!
I'm goin', Clebe; I'm goin'! Luann said over her shoulder. By the way, that's a southern name and no, I have no idea what it's short for. Luann was still looking back and not looking where she was going and said, I still don't have nobody to wrestle!
Well the mud gods soon took care of that. Luann tripped over someone's foot and stumbled forward. Kellie was just turning around to see what all of the commotion was about, with her beer up to her lips. Luann plowed into her, bumping Kellie's elbow up and beer down the front of both of them. Kellie stepped back and found her foot over empty space as she and Johnny had been standing at the edge of the steep side of the mud wrestling pit. She reached out for anything to support herself and only found Luann's top, and Luann who was inside of it who was still stumbling forward. Kellie felt herself in free fall for a moment and after a soft, splattering landing realized that she and Luann were both sliding down the bank headfirst toward the pit side-by side, Luann on her stomach and she on her back. Even without the few beers in her, Kellie was still a good sport and amidst the hoots and laugher from the crowd, her final thought before both of them slid under a soupy combination of water, dirt and beer was, Oh well, THIS was inevitable!
The mud enveloped her for a second and then its viscosity pushed her to the surface on her back. There was no teasing with her getting more and more covered. Kellie instantly went from somewhat damp and clean to totally covered in mud. It wasn't that bad. Once you got past the smell of dirt and beer, it was actually inviting. She sat up and blinked her eyes open. Luann hadn't gone completely under. The mud covered her front and splashed around her, but while Kellie was totally brown, for the moment you could still see the pink in the back of Luann's camisole tank top and the blue in the back of her shorts. Except for the colors, she and Kellie had been dressed nearly the same. Kellie's blond hair had turned brown and slumped down her back in soupy clumps. Luann's face and bangs were covered where she splashed down face first and mud dripped from the ends of her brown hair, but her hair had one clean spot on top. The two of them stared at one another for a moment and then both cracked up in intense, guttural laughter.
Kellie/Luann picture.
Welcome to Big Swamp! Luann managed to say as her laughter settled down to the giggles.
Is this how you welcome all first timers? Kellie quipped.
The crowd was starting to chant, WRESTLE! WRESTLE! Kellie couldn't make out Johnny's voice but she looked up and saw his lips moving. From his expression, it was clear he didn't mind at all that Kellie had ended up down here. She pulled off her flip flops and threw them at him. One of them hit him in the leg, splattering mud on his jeans. He didn't look like he cared. Kellie gave him a smirky smile, the kind that says a girl has given up trying to keep a guy from getting his way and she's going to relax and enjoy whatever happens.
Well, I noticed your guy could have caught us, but instead let us both go falling down here, Luann said, her gaze going up to Johnny and Clebe who were now standing together. Luann kicked off the old tennis shoes she was wearing down in the mud and fished them out to throw at Clebe, also scoring a direct hit in the chest of his camouflage muscle shirt with one of them.
Sometimes boys will be boys, Kellie remarked, thinking about how Olivia had ended her trash the dress video by saying it before Jared shoved her off the dock in her underwear. We may as well let them have their fun!
She lunged at Luann, taking her by surprise and both of them splattered under, Luann on her back this time turning any part of her brown that was still the original color. Now with both of them totally slimy, Luann had no trouble slipping out of Kellie's grip. They got to their feet and Luann put her hand up to say time out while she spit mud and grit from her mouth. Kellie realized her ears were clogged and also blew mud out of her nose.
Luann got her mouth clean to her satisfaction and started for Kellie when what looked like what had been the contents of a full beer cup landed on her head and ran over her.
Hey, cut that out! Kellie yelled up at the laughing crowd. Another full beer splattered her right in the face and ran down her front.
Hell! If they want to waste five-dollar beers on us, let 'em, Luann said.
Well mud's good for the skin and beer's good for the hair, Kellie quipped. Why not?
Have some mud for your skin then! Luann said and scooped up a big handful to lob at Kellie. Kellie ducked and scooped up a handful of her own. Luann was fast and had already rearmed herself and the two of them plastered each other in the face with mud bombs at the same time. Before she could get her eyes cleared out a beer splattered onto the top of Kellie's head. She felt the cold brew run down through her clothes all the way to her panties in both the front and back.
Kellie suddenly understood what made me go out to the side of the road and dare the rednecks to come and get me, (and made it possible for her to meet her date). She put her arm around Luann and yelled up at the crowd, If you dummies like wasting your beer like that, then HERE WE ARE!
Beers and sodas alike splattered both of them in the face, hair and chest. They both laughed at the spectacles they were making of themselves. They were muddy, sticky and smelled like beer, but neither cared. I wish I had been there! (Jim! Why did we not go to this?)
Luann said, Just lean forward and fall over; they'll love it.
With their arms still over each other's shoulder, they both fell forward into a splattering face plant and went completely under again. Kellie suddenly realized what I'd been trying to tell her all the times I'd tried to coax her in front of the camera for somebody's Three Stoogettes trash the dress: Once your hair is a muddy paste and it's in your eyes, ears, nose, mouth and down your underwear, you feel more at home down in the mud than anywhere else.
Back on their feet, Kellie and Luann blinked their eyes open just before two more full beers splashed into their faces. For a bunch of drunk rednecks, these guys had deadly aim. Hey! You're supposed to be wrestlin'! a rather rotund guy who looked like he'd been down in the mud himself yelled to them.
FINE! they yelled back in unison. Luann came around in front of Kellie and they both grabbed hold of each other's arms. They pushed against one another for a few seconds, one trying to get the advantage over the other, before Luann lost her footing and fell face first into the mud again. Kellie left with no one to push against, fell the other way and splattered on top of Luann. She rolled off her opponent and they both surfaced in the muck to hear the crowd laughing and taunting.
Kellie caught sight of Johnny who was more than enjoying himself. He never took his eyes off his muddy, muddy date even when she caught him staring. You said you like girls who weren't afraid to say to hell with it, Kellie thought. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.
It was clear from the day they met that he liked this sort of thing. While she ended up with a pie in her face at a video shoot once in a while, or in our pond with all of her clothes on, (and once with none of them), she'd always balked and made excuses for herself when Jim and I or any of the others had invited her to go on weekend mudding trips and the like. That was all about to change, she figured. She couldn't find a thing wrong with Johnny. He was sweet and it looked like he was definitely excited about the prospect of spending lots more time together. Unless something else entered the equation getting wet and messy seemed like a small price to pay all things considered.
She and Luann fooled around a little while longer, neither one really trying to beat the other one. They were having too much fun just making muddy spectacles of themselves together.
Let some real rasslers down there! the rotund guy finally shouted. He shoved a woman who appeared to be with him, and very drunk, over the side and she splattered into the mud laughing. Another came sliding down from the opposite side and they began to really wrestle in earnest.
I suppose that's our cue, Kellie quipped. She and Luann shared a giggle at the two women who even though they didn't know each other, were taking it to catfight proportions. They crawled up the side on all fours and Johnny and Clebe helped them out. They posed for a couple of pictures before Luann and Clebe disappeared into the crowd.
Johnny was grinning at the muddy Kellie. I suppose you enjoyed that, she said with a smile that gave away the fact he had nothing to fear.
He was still holding his nearly full beer. Kellie grabbed it away from him.
Hey! he protested and grabbed at it but before he could take it back, Kellie dumped the contents of the plastic cup over her head. It washed over her, running through her clothes and underwear to run down her legs. She already smelled like beer and mud. More beer wasn't going to hurt.
I've already had my beer and everyone else's spilled all over me, she said. It's only fair that yours gets spilled on me too.
Wow! I knew when I met you that you were going to be a lot of fun, Johnny said.
My friends suggested I not worry about cleaning up or even changing before our first date, she said as she wiped the mud from her face that the beer didn't rinse off. What would you have done then?
We would have picked up drive-through and gone to the beach that night, he replied.
You do realize that now that I look like this, you're not getting out of here clean either, Kellie shot back.
The mud wrestling is just for girls.
We'll find something.
Johnny wasn't afraid to hold her muddy hand. Kellie thought that her appearance might cause stares, but then she realized where she was. There were plenty of people who looked just like her.
Soon she saw exactly what she was looking for The Redneck Swimmin' Hole. It was a pit dug out and full of muddy water. It wasn't the thick pea soup kind like she had been wrestling in, but it was still muddy. It also had a slide. I put it in quotes because I've been down it before. Large sheets of plastic covered a long muddy bang about three fourths of the way down. The bottom was just slick bare mud. Water was sprayed at the top. The idea was you got going sliding down the wet plastic and then slide on through the mud until you hit the water.
Everyone in there seemed to be enjoying themselves. People were wearing everything from swim wear to fully clothed. Swim wear? They must be from up north. Now I personally never understood wearing a bathing suit to play in the mud. Then I never liked wearing a bathing suit anyway. I grew up swimming in a pond. If you're all hot and sweaty from playing or working anyway, why change into something clean?
C'mon; time to go slidin'! Kellie bubbled, pulling Johnny along by the arm. He only pulled back once. He gave in easily probably knowing it was time for him to take his medicine, and probably looking forward to it.
Kellie plopped right down on the slide when it was their turn. What did she have to lose? Johnny got right in behind her and sat with her between his legs. He gave a little push off and down the plastic they sailed. The flew across the bare mud and just before hitting the water, Kellie felt against her back just how much Johnny liked doing this with her. Even as she was figuring out which way was up to surface in the muddy water, she was thinking that this was their third date and she really liked him. It wasn't too soon to take care of his little problem later and hers too!
Kellie actually looked better when she surfaced in the muddy pond. Even though it had a silt bottom that would have sucked their shoes under had they worn them, it was water and rinsed most of the layers of soupy mud off that Kellie had been wearing since the mud wrestling pit. It didn't totally rinse it out of her underwear the first time though, but after walking around a while, she was starting to understand why I love it that way anyway.
Happy now? her handsome date said gesturing to himself, his soaked state and the nice brown tint in his shirt. She gave him a hug and a little kiss. She didn't mind the muddy water on his face. She'd gotten plenty in her mouth already wrestling Luann.
They climbed the bank and rode down again on their stomachs. They would sometimes climb back up and sometimes stay and play in the muddy water for a while. Kellie let Johnny sweep her up and dunk her several times. (Hey, it worked for me with a certain Yankee!) Besides she really didn't care. Although she got lots of water up her nose, it helped rinse the caked mud out of her hair.
You want to ride around the mud trails for a while? Johnny asked her. She was a wreck and had nothing to lose. And it would be nice to have him out in the woods to herself.
Let's go, she replied.
Johnny knew his way around the back trails there. They splashed along until he took a turn down a narrow muddy road. A warm, steady rain started to finally fall instead of the on-again-off-again drizzle that had come down all day.
There's a nice lake back here if you don't mind swimming in the rain, Johnny told her. Not many know about it so we'll probably have it all to ourselves.
We're already wet, silly, Kellie replied. It's not storming. I don't care. It was dawning on her how much she really liked and was attracted to this guy. She would have buried her head in the sand and counted to one hundred if he'd suggested it.
He parked by the lake where the road ended. Kellie wondered how word didn't catch on. The muddy ground gave way to sand that led off into the water. They took off their shoes and waded in. The water was really warm for so early in the season. At waste deep they both dove under and swam out a few feet before coming back up and standing to face each other. They eyed each other up and down. He looked good with his old golf shirt showing off his ripples, even better than earlier in the swimmin' hole for some reason. Kellie wanted to see more.
C'mon, she said, taking him by the hand and leading him back toward the beach. You don't want those blue jeans weighing you down.
Up on the beach, he grinned while she pulled his shirt over his head and then undid his pants to let them fall to the sand. With a coy giggle she said, My, I thought you liked me; now I know, as she eyed his wet boxer briefs doing a terrible job of hiding what was inside.
Johnny eyed her wet dripping clothes. Kellie looked down at herself and said, Go ahead. I know you want to. You've seen my underwear already anyway.
He lifted her camisole over her head and revealed the bronze low-slung bra that after a dip in the clean lake somewhat resembled its original color other than a little dinginess. She let him go ahead and unbutton and unzip her shorts since she'd done the same to his jeans. Muddy water seeped from the leg holes of her leopard print panties. At least you could see the print now instead of just mud. Both the wet bra and panties clung religiously to what they were attempting to cover, Kellie's nipples, butt cheeks and camel toe all very pronounced. Of course the camel toe was getting harder to conceal by the second the more aroused she got being around Johnny.
Kellie wasn't shy about her body around people she felt comfortable with. Heck, she was the second one totally naked at out little impromptu skinny dipping party. They were back here in the middle of nowhere with no one else around. She wondered when he was going to coax her into a little more skin. It wasn't as if he didn't like her. He made the fact that he liked her very obvious. Maybe he just moved at a different speed than she did. Maybe she could let him know it was ok to speed up. She'd been around him enough to know that she wanted to be around him a lot more.
She figured if she headed up to the beach, he would follow. He did.
What's up? he asked.
Oh, nothing, she replied, reaching around behind her, I've just got this itch.
Pretending to scratch, she pinched the single clasp of her bra together and luckily it popped open the first time so what she was doing wasn't obvious. The last time she tried that trick was in college.
Oops! Clumsy me! she bubbled, letting the drenched bra slide down her arms and land in the sand. She made a goofy Ooooo! face, pretending to be embarrassed while she enjoyed the feeling of the warm rain falling on her bare tits and the look on Johnny's face as he beheld them for the first time.
Take a picture. It'll last longer, she said with a giggle, playfully scolding him with a waggling index finger.
I don't have my camera, he replied.
Well then, you must experience them first hand! Kellie grabbed both his hands and shoved them onto her tits. Johnny gave the slightest squeeze, like he was afraid of hurting her, and then wrapped his arms around her to pull her in close. He settled his arms around the small of her back.
This your first time doin' this or something? Kellie asked with a playful smirk. She reached back and took his wrists and guided his hands down to her ass and positioned them so he cupped each cheek with one. A girl takes off her top, that's your green light to feel up whatever you want!
Ah, I didn't bring anything today, he said cautiously.
So that's it, she said. Haven't you ever heard of 'The Third Date Rule'?
You guys know what she's talking about: The Third Date Rule, the one that says you've been going out long enough that the girl won't get offended if you're packing. You shouldn't automatically assume you're getting laid, but if you're dating a good sport, she shouldn't get mad if it falls out of your wallet.
Yes, I know I didn't exactly follow it myself with Jim, but our situation was different. We'd only had one unofficial date before I gave him the keys to Wonderland, but we had been talking and getting to know each other nearly every day. You never heard this, but that night I invited him to go to Turner Falls with me, he nearly pulled me in the hotel pool with him. Somehow he knew I wouldn't be upset. Needing a place to go while my uniform dried, that night might have been our first time. Anyway, he was going to be leaving soon and at the time I wasn't sure if I'd ever see him again. I had to get me some of that!
Okay, sorry. You know I go off on tangents sometimes. I didn'tWell, Iuh, Johnny stammered. He probably thought here was a girl he was crazy about throwing herself at him and he was blowing it. Well, he wasn't, but somebody was about to.
Kellie put her fists on her hips in a comically scolding pose. Don't worry, she knows how to jerk just enough when she does it to make her boobs shake as well as I do. She gave Johnny a silly, What am I going to do with you? smirk and said, Oh well, at least nobody gets pregnant if we use our tongues.
Kellie turned and ran through the rain in her wet panties toward the truck. Johnny stood there dumbfounded for a moment.
Well, c'mon, silly! she taunted. Don't you have a blanket in the truck we can spread out here?
Johnny came to his senses and followed her. He retrieved the blanket and spread it out over the sand. The rain increased to a downpour. They didn't care. It was still warm. Their clothes were wet and muddy and strewn all over the sand. Soon both of them would be naked and the rain might discourage anyone else who knew about this place from coming out here. It was also pouring hard enough on both of them to rinse away any more mud remnants.
She turned her back to Johnny and bent over, spreading her legs apart enough to lower herself where she could lay both hands flat on the ground. Rain poured over her cotton panties. She wiggled her ass and said, Help yourself.
Johnny pealed her panties down until they wouldn't stretch over her spread out legs. Kellie stood up straight with her legs closer and let them fall to the sand and stepped out of them.
My turn, she said. She got onto her knees and pulled Johnny's boxer briefs to the ground. Hello, she quipped when his erect cock flopped out right at her nose-level. She couldn't resist giving it a little kiss. She was tempted to go ahead and go for it, but she had something a little more intimate in mind.
Lie back, she told him, gesturing at the now soaking wet blanket.
She stood over him, facing his legs and started to bend down. Are we going to? Johnny began to ask.
Good ol' sixty nine! Kellie replied, interrupting him.
Oh shit! Johnny said before she rested her pussy on his chin. She took stock of his cock in her face. He wasn't any porn star, but he didn't have anything to be embarrassed about either. She slipped the head in her mouth and Johnny went to work on her.
Now, when Kellie first came up with this idea, she had sort of intended to let him squirt her face when he finished and she wasn't going to give up just how talented she was this first go round. However she wasn't prepared for the ferocity that Johnny went after his responsibilities with. He wasn't afraid of it at all. He had more than just his tongue working for him. He was using his nose to sort of spread her open somehow so he could get his tongue in as deep as he could extended it. She felt him almost gag a couple of times, but he didn't let up. She didn't have him nearly where she wanted him when she gave in to the first of three orgasms.
Oh well, she thought. I was prepared to let him do whatever he wanted. Kellie was a little out of practice, not having a steady boyfriend for a while, but with each bob, she forced herself to take in more of him until she was finally bumping into his pubic hair with her chin and giving away just how talented she was. Johnny had his arms wrapped around her legs and was pulling himself up into her as far as he could go without choking. She heard him gulping, knowing that it was her juices going down his throat. There went the idea of squirting or even spitting! There was only one way to finish off a boy with that much dedication.
What a rush! Eating and being eaten in the pouring rain. Orgasm number two began. Kellie moaned with Johnny's dick shoved down her throat. She inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth, literally blowing him. She almost told him he could stop and just let her finish him, but he didn't act like he was interested in stopping at all. He just kept lapping at her, arousing her and drinking what poured in his mouth all over again.
Finally it seemed as if Kellie had him at his limits. He was so hard and she loved the feel of him invading her mouth and tickling her throat. She felt him pull his nose up into fresh air and take a deep breath and then with one jerk, he started shooting out his wad. Kellie had no regrets letting him finish this way the first time. He was such an unselfish giver. She was happy to let him cum in her mouth. With a satisfied smiled, she swallowed him down.
He knew she had one more in her and even though he was spent for the time being, he was going to take her over the top one more time. However her arms and back were giving out.
CanI rollover? she panted.
Johnny released his grip on her legs and let her roll off of him. Kellie lay on her back and spread her legs open. He got on all fours in front of her. He had this deranged grin and his face was dripping water from both the rain and the glazing she'd already given him.
Pull my head in as hard as you want, he said and plunged his face into her pussy. Kellie gasped. This was even better! She grabbed his head had held him in tight, but no matter how hard she pulled him in, he didn't let up.
Johnny! You're so good! she screamed. She could never remember ever shouting out a man's name. She thought it was clich EatME! she finally screamed and rolled her eyes back to bask in her third orgasm.
Johnny rubbed his face all over Kellie's wet, spent pussy. Stop! That tickles! she said with the giggles. He raised his head up with that same deranged expression and rain droplets falling from his hair. She knew what he was going to do. She offered no resistance when he lunged for her face, locking her lips in a deep passionate kiss. She'd never let a guy do that to her after his face was down there before, but this one could do whatever he wanted right now.
They caught their breath and Kellie said, You sure enjoyed yourself.
Eating pussy is just like playing in mud, Johnny replied. Once you're covered in it and committed, you don't really want to get out.
The rain kept pouring. They went back in the lake and swam naked for a little while. Johnny was a lot less inhibited where his hands were concerned and Kellie was happy to let him play with whichever of her assets he liked.
The blanket was soaked so they just threw it in the lake to rinse off the sand and wadded it in the bed of the truck. They rinsed the sand and remaining mud out of their clothes as much as possible and after getting dressed laughed while taking one last mad plunge into the lake fully clothed for good measure. Johnny walked Kellie to the passenger door of the truck and they embraced in a long kiss, oblivious to the pouring rain. They were already soaked and starting to realize they were falling in love. What did they care?
Johnny drove them back to more travelled parts of the mud park. Kellie sat dripping on the passenger seat and smiling at her hunk of a boyfriend. What? he finally asked.
Oh, I was just wondering, she said. We still have two more days of holiday weekend left. Do you have any plans?
None, he answered.
Want to find a cheap motel?
Like this? he asked, gesturing to his dirty, soaked appearance.
It'll give you the chance to stop at the drugstore this time, she continued to chide.
So now you want me to go in the drugstore and a motel like this? he kidded back.
She turned her head so she was speaking coyly over her left shoulder at him. Am I not worth looking a little silly for? she purred.
When you put it that way, he began, you want me to get just one night or two?
Two, she replied. Once our clothes dry out tomorrow, we can go out and get some clean ones. She paused and flipped her eyebrows when she added, Not that we'll need them much!
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Wow! I think I may leave being omnipotent to the regular narrator guy we use when I'm not involved! Did that get you as bothered as it did me? I need to find Jim, or Mr. Chubby or something! Hold on. It's the phone. It's my mom. Hello! Yes, I'm fine. Why didn't you just come over? We live next door. You want to talk to me about WHAT?
Oh, hey, I've got to take this. But if what Mom is saying pans out, you won't want to miss the next chapter!
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