Kellie's Big Day: The Conclusion (Again?)
Or Countdown to Clutch Part 8

(We find Darcie sitting in a meeting with the twelve members of the board of directors of The WAM Story Archive.)

Chairman: Darcie, we are very proud that this is the fortieth installment of your series, but don't you think it's time you wrapped up this Kellie's Wedding thing and moved on to something else?

Darcie: Sorry, Mr. Chairman, sir, but once I get started, I can't help but give the readers the whole pie!
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

(Each of the twelve members, as if driven by some involuntary reaction to the word pie fast-ball-pitches a white pie into Darcie's face until her entire head is a white blob. She partially clears her face.)




Chairman: So sorry, Darcie. Don't you realize by now you have to watch what you say around here?

Darcie: Totally my fault Mr. Chairman. I don't know why I would say something like that in here.

(A trap door in the ceiling above Darcie's chair opens and gallons of green, chunky slime pour over her, covering her completely.)




Darcie: Oh well. At least I don't have to worry about the audience throwing anything at me now! Tee, hee!

Chairman: Please try to wrap up the wedding reception with this Chapter, Darcie. For one thing, the audience may end up demanding even more skin at the end if you don't.

Darcie: Well, we are all good friends. Jim might not appreciate them seeing any more of me, but it'll just add a few more weeks to the diet of sweet white cream I'm already on!

(Darcie forms her mouth into an O and shoves her tongue into her cheek.)

Chairman: Also we need to get the Clutch story told. That damned bear has started sending us bills for the times he's shown up for his scene and we weren't ready yet. Plus you've got the whole flashback with Karen to get to and Wetgalfan does write other series around here.

Darcie: But I'm his favorite.

Chairman: We know. Just get this wrapped up.

(Darcie stands and curtsies to the board in her totally destroyed mini-dress and exits the board room. Just before entering the story room she pauses and wipes as much pie and slime from herself as possible, leaving her hair a sodden mess, her dress soaked through with slime and sticking to her, her skin shiny with cream remnants and her eye shadow and mascara running down her face in streaks. She enters the story room and sits down.)

Hey, everybody! Sorry I'm total disaster, but I just came from a meeting with the board, and well, they are the board of directors of a wet and messy story site! You should see what happens to Amber from A Parallel Universe in there! It's Key West and the Frat House all over again! Don't worry though. I have it on good authority that she loves it in there!

Anyway where did I leave off? Oh yes! Pete stood and assumed his Batman tone, Excuse me citizens, but we have reached our monetary goal! We however are moving on to Phase 2 due to the fact that Phase 2 is going to melt if we don't.

Actually with Rich's matching we had more than twice as much. They were going to Panama City Beach and were going to concentrate on clubs with pools, foam parties and lady mud wrestling. When we gave them the money, I told Kellie to stop and go shopping for lots and lots of outfits along the way and then I told Johnny if they go to any country bars to always request Tequila Makes her Clothes Fall Off. Did it; you ask? Let's just say I've got my work cut out for me if I'm going to maintain my reputation as the number one good sport around here! Maybe if I ask nicely, the Omnipotent Narrator Guy might tell you all about some of it in another story.

However we were going to start Phase 2 anyway since we had all of the pies and slime made up and Kellie really wanted to trash her dress. I simply told Jim Plan B when I knew we had enough money and he passed the word around. Oh, you'll find out about Plan B soon enough!

Tell them about Phase 2, Boy Wonder Pete said.

Ashley got up and dripped her way over to the booth next to the dunk tank. For Phase 2, we are going to let you choose what happens, Ashley said. There are many, many pies to throw at our victims

Vol-un-teers! Pete drew out.

Fine! Vol-un-teers, Ashley mocked. There are also many buckets of slime that you can climb up the ladder and pour down the funnel over them.

Now here is the choice, she went on. Would you rather we take volunteers from you or should we just make our lovely bride sit there the whole time?

It was nearly unanimous. BRIDE! resounded through the banquet hall with a few Volunteers and one Neither (Wet blanket!). A few people, none of them in costume, simply got up and left. Kellie's cousin was among them but her aunt and uncle weren't.

The bride it is, Pete declared. Johnny and Kellie had been standing in front of the guests listening to the spiel. Johnny pulled on Kellie's arm and dragged her back to the booth. I should say she made it look like he was dragging her. She was definitely ready for this.

By the way, Pete added. Since we have reached our goal, Phase 2 will be absolutely free!

The entire wedding party and half the guests stampeded to form a line by where the pies and slime were sitting. Of course Johnny was allowed to go first and take a couple of turns. Kellie opted to stand instead of sit. Johnny didn't waste any time. He selected a blackberry cream pie and gave it a toss. His aim was a lot better than in July because it exploded dead center in Kellies face. Blackberry sauce went into her hair and splattered onto her dress and down between her tits. I saw her giggling behind the mask of whipped cream and pie filling.

Johnny was far from finished. He picked up a chocolate cream and let Kellie have it with that. Chocolate ran down Kellie's front.

She cleared her eyes out and looked up but Johnny was gone. Of course she could hear him dragging buckets up the ladder.

Gee, I wonder where my husband went, Kellie mocked. I guess I just don't know!

Yeah, we're doing old school Nickelodeon references in this one. It's what we all grew up with. Johnny poured one bucket down the funnel and out it came on the other end over Kellie's head. Pink slime rolled over her getting instant totally coverage. Since her dress was already soaking wet, the slime didn't have to saturate it. It just covered the material.

Kellie gave a wicked smile hearing Johnny getting another bucket ready. You've heard of 'Trash the Dress', she said. Welcome everyone to 'Trash the Bride'!

As if he was waiting for his cue, Johnny poured another bucket full of slime down the funnel to cover his lovely wife with a lovely coat of orange.




Johnny climbed back down again and chucked three white pies in a row in his wet, slimy bride's face which she took simply standing there with her hands on her hips.



Kellie held her pose while he disappeared around the side again and when she heard he was at the top said, Boy, do I feel like a clown!

Johnny covered his sweetheart with a coat of purple.



The crowd cheered each time he let her have it. Armed with an especially fluffy pie, he shoved it in Kellie's face and pushed the plate over her head.



What about me? Kellie asked. Don't I get a turn?

Johnny handed her a white pie and then stood back waiting for her to hit him. Kellie threatened to and then looked around him at all of us. Oh hell! I was never going to wear this again anyway! she declared and shoved it in her own face. Then she giggled behind the cream mask and rubbed it all over her tits.





Then Johnny filled up one of his empty slime buckets in the dunk tank and chucked the water in Kellie's face to rinse her for the next person.



Jim and I were a few people back in line with Beth and Steven right behind us. This was Plan B. You see; once Johnny was done, the line went past the messy stuff and you picked up the one thing you wanted to hit Kellie with. Now I know It's her party and she can get pied if she wants to! but we wanted to get into the act and Beth, Debbie, Liv and I had a plan on how to start a big pie fight. All I needed to get the ball rolling was my hubby's help.

Jim was in line behind me after we all picked up pies. I could hear snickers back there as he played his part and pretended to hit me with his pie. Of course, I am not supposed to know. Meanwhile the few people ahead of us are destroying Kellie a little more each time when it is their turn.

Then it was my turn and time to make this reception truly irreverent. I started to step toward the booth but just as I moved out, Jim swung his blackberry cream pie around my head from behind and shoved it deep into my face. I was already soaked (from the dunk tank, remember) but I am not ashamed to say that getting plastered made me a little wet. However I was supposed to act pissed. There were a few laughs and shrieks at my getting pied and a few astonished gasps, obviously from people who did not know me.

Beth knew her part. She positioned herself directly behind Jim. I swung around and raised my pie up. Now Jim was not used to being part of anything like this unless it was private between us, but his timing was right on just the same. At the last moment, he ducked and I smashed my chocolate cream straight into Beth's face hard.

Jim and Steven took off. They had other work to do. Debbie came up behind me just as Beth cocked her pie to throw. I ducked and Debbie took the full brunt of it just like we planned.

I heard Kellie start to cackle behind me. She must have been enjoying our little show.

Hey! Cut it out! Olivia exclaimed, rushing over. The three of us swiped pies from other people in line. Beth and I sandwiched Olivia just as she stopped and Debbie gave her a pie hat.

Jim. Robert, Steven and Jared now had another job: To get everyone into the act. We took advantage of their practiced throwing arms to pick innocent victims. Jim threw one at Ashley. (He'd been wanting to let her have it ever since that video on her blog where Pete devastated both of us.) Jared nailed Karen. Steven got Maria and Robert found his mark in Kellie's aunt, the one who we could still see her proper Bali bra through her soaking wet blouse from her time on the dunk tank.

That did it! The free-for-all broke out. People who were in line started pasting each other with their pies, and the party poopers who weren't, every one of them people who didn't even wear a Halloween costume and hadn't already left, were heading for the exits. I headed for the pie carts to rearm myself and got there an instant before Kellie did.

I'll teach you to start a pie fight at my reception! she threatened wearing the smile of someone who was having the time of her life. She reached for the pies.

The closest thing to me was a bucket full of blue slime. I grabbed it and heaved the contents at her. It splattered her from the face down in front, making a wonderful color combination with all of the others she was already wearing. Kellie froze in her tracks and stood there with a face full of blue slime; her eyes clenched shut and giggling. I saw my chance and swept up a banana cream pie and plastered her with it.

The next thing I saw though was a pink-tinted Kool Whip pie swing around from behind me. That was also the last thing I saw before it was shoved deep into my face. Then my arms were pinned behind me and I heard my sweet Yankee's voice say, She's all yours, Kellie! I was totally helpless as two more pies, a plain white and a blackberry cream, exploded with force after Kellie threw them hard at me. I thought that was a heavenly feeling. Just when I didn't think it could get any better, I felt the bucket raised over my head before green slime poured over my hair, down my face and right between my tits down the front of my skimpy costume. However being an aficionado of slime, I could tell it wasn't the whole five gallons.

I heard Jim say, Go ahead, and he pulled out both my waistband of my costume skirt and my boy shorts panties. That was when I felt the bucket against my back and the rest of the slime go pouring into my underwear.

Oh shit! I loved that! Let go of my arms, Jim! I said. I'm not going anywhere. You're trying to make me cum right here, aren't you?

All at once I heard Jim yell and my waistbands snapped back. Kellie dropped the bucket and I heard her run and then heard a splat. I cleared my eyes out and there was our little French maid, Karen, in front of me. She was wearing pie here and there, but her face was wiped clean.

You looked like you needed help, she said. I turned and saw that she'd pied Jim who was wiping his face and apparently pied Kellie in the ass as she ran away. I grabbed the edge of a plate.

Actually, SPLAT! I swung an orange-tinted Kool Whip pie around and decked her good with it. I was sort of enjoying that, I finished.

I teamed up with Jim to go after other people. He had taken off most of his costume after being on the dunk tank. I didn't blame him. He lost the hat, outer coat, eye patch and boot tops. He just had the pants, his regular boots, peasant shirt and vest left. We started sandwiching people.

We got Kellie good with two chocolate creams, the runny kind made with chocolate syrup. Kellie had given up attacking people. She just wanted to show total disregard for her dress. She was running around yelling, Trash the bride! and letting anyone who had a pie, a bucket of slime or one of the leftover round cakes, clobber her. I think she nearly succeeded in breaking my record from my wedding. I'd gotten pied a few times. She'd been pied dozens. I'd played in and slid through the mud. She'd been dumped with at least fifteen buckets of slime. I'd spent nearly as much time in the pond as out of it and most of that was in the pouring rain. She'd been in the dunk tank, but we still had hours in the water park and outside in the pool which was still open. Her dress was totaled.

We searched around for the girls. We found them playing in the booth. Paula and Carly were sitting on the floor with Jami and all three of them were letting Ian and Bailey pour slime over them from buckets they'd drug in there. Bailey's outfit bore the brunt of a few white pies, but the other girls' were of course a lost cause. Well that just wasn't fair. I rushed in there and grabbed a giggling Bailey and held her on my lap so Jim could slime us both with a bucket of purple. Then the other three girls grabbed buckets and dumped them on us too. Bailey never stopped giggling.

Other mothers would have looked at her and all they would have seen was that expensive costume totally destroyed. I looked at her and saw nothing but my little stoogette giggle box.

Jim stepped out into the chaos and came back in with a chocolate cream pie. I got this for your mom, he said, but would you like to get pied?

Yeah! Bailey enthusiastically replied. Lemme have it! Oh boy! She's a stoogette if I ever saw one!

Jim gently pressed the cream pie in her face and rubbed it around and up into Bailey's hair.

Again! she cried. Throw it this time!

I'm afraid they're all gone, Jim said.

Indeed the pies were gone. The crowd had whittled a little more each time the party got wilder and we were left with about fifty people. However we had made quick work of all but two of our messy weapons.

Bobbi, the resort wedding planner came up to us carrying one last overstuffed pink-tinted Kool Whip pie and a slime bucket. I had forgotten to mention Bobbi earlier. She had really gotten into the spirit of Kellie's wedding herself, wearing an office slut costume instead of her usual business wear.




With her cute belly button showing in the front and a butterfly tramp stamp in the back, she would have been right at home in our bridesmaids line up. She was looking a little concerned.

This is quite a mess, she commented with an expression that said, Someone's gotta pay for this.

Yeah, well, sorry, I sort of stammered. It was originally just going to stay in the booth, but things got carried away. I neglected to mention that I instigated it, but she was here the whole time. She probably already knew. We'll take care of the cleaning charges. Which would be a lot. There was pie and slime ground into the carpeting and it was all over the table cloths.

No you won't, said Rich, walking up with Allison on his arm. Rich was a bit of a mess, but Allison was destroyed. Much like her daughter's wedding dress, there wasn't a stitch of her witch's costume that wasn't slathered with glop and her skin everywhere had a shiny sheenand she looked very happy to be that way.

I left my card with the desk a little while ago and told them that whatever wasn't already paid for to charge it to me. Just add cleaning and damages on top of that.

Yes, sir! Bobbi replied. Well I guess in that case Bobbi looked at the pie in her hand and then offered it to me. Go ahead. I've always wanted one right in the face! It looked like so much fun.

She closed her eyes and stood there grinning. How could I pass that up? I cocked it back and let it fly. Bobbi grunted as the pie exploded across her features. Before she could say anything, I took her bucket and lifted it over her head and slimed her.

I cocked my head and smiled sweetly at Allison, to disarm her before I asked this question to Rich. I had to know. I kept my smile pointed at her, but shifted my gaze to Rich. So how did you talk Allison into going ahead and paying for anything Kellie and Johnny had left over?

Allison reached out and touched my arm with a sticky hand. First off, call me 'Ally'. My friends all call me Ally, she said with the sweetest smile I'd seen on her face since we'd met. Secondly, it was my idea. I was wrong to tell them they hadn't waited long enough. Just because Rich and I waited as long as my parents wanted us to doesn't mean it's right for everyone. The kids look so right for each other. No wonder they couldn't wait.

I also wanted to say that this crazy wedding was the most fun I've had in a long time, she continued.

Well, you're sticking around for the water slides, right? I asked.

Our daughter would never forgive us if we left, Rich spoke up and replied.

The water park was just closing at ten o'clock. We could have it at ten-thirty. Not wanting to ruin the water, everyone who had been pied who intended to swim, and that was just about everyone left, climbed onto the dunk tank one or two at a time for an initial rinse off. Someone would punch the target and dunk whoever was up there. Jim and I went together. Paula, Carly and Bailey all three got dunked at the same time. Beth took Ian with her and Steven. Karen and Jami got on. The water was milky gray by the time everyone had been dunked.

At ten-thirty the doors opened on the other side of the banquet room and the smell of chlorine invaded the hall. We filed through the showers in the locker rooms to rinse whatever loose remnants of pie and slime were left. We figured if it didn't come off in there, it wasn't going to.

I noticed shutters had dropped down over the windows on the second floor hall that usually looked out over the indoor water park. What are those for? I asked Bobbi. It was hard to look at Bobbi with a straight face. The white cups of her bra top and the white rear of her skirt were completely transparent now that she was all wet like the rest of us. The skirt just showed off her light green bikini panties but her top was like a wet t-shirt contest. The only saving grace was that my mom and few others were in the same boat.

Privacy, she replied, grinning because she caught me staring at something other than her eyes. They keep your noise out here and keep people upstairs from watching you. This is a private party. Every ride is open and manned and there are lifeguards at the pool. Even the diving tower is situated in such a way that people can't see it from their rooms. You'll have total privacy.

Are you going to join us? I asked.

I usually don't, she said, but I'm already destroyed. I may as well.

Usually don't? I pressed.

Bobbi looked sheepishly left and right, like she was about to let me in on a secret and then giggled. Some of the wild weddings where the wedding party and most everyone else ends up swimming in their clothes, I sometimes get thrown in wearing my work uniform.

I had seen her in uniform very much like what I used wear, gray pinstripe business suit, hose, pumps. Yeah, I used to wear something similar when I worked at Homewood Suites, I told her. I only ended up in the pool in it there once on my last day, but that was after I'd spent part of the afternoon on a dunk tank. (I nearly ended up in the pool in it the week I met Jim, but that's a story for another time.)

You seem to have a thing for ending up on dunk tanks, she said snickering.

It was my turn to have the sheepish smile. What does the hotel say about you getting thrown in? I asked to change the subject.

If it's the guests' idea for me to join their party, I'm allowed to relax and have fun as long as I fulfill all of my duties.

She kind of looked sideways and said in a lower voice, If you really want to know the truth, I sort of look forward to the 'wilder' weddings because I know I'll likely get thrown in. Once the swimming in wedding clothes starts, I try to find some excuse to be close to the pool or one of the rides.

Well I'll remember to tell anyone that when I recommend you for weddings, I said, and you're definitely invited to have fun with us after all the help you gave to get our junk moved in here, I won't go into all that went into getting the dunk tank and pie/slime booth there, but it was a major undertaking. Oh, and thanks for dressing up. It's such a cute and appropriate costume.

After you guys told me what you were planning, I had a feeling your sense of humor would appreciate 'Business Slut', she responded.

Darcie! Come on! Beth commanded, pulling me from our conversation. Kellie wants a picture of the whole wedding party under the dump bucket!

You've all seen these things at water parks. They're on top of a tree house with all sorts of squirters, fountains and slides. They fill slowly and then dump out thousands of gallons of water on whoever is standing below.

Armed with Kellie's waterproof camera, Michelle had us quickly line up as we had for the ceremony right after the bucket poured out. Fanning out from the center, it was Kellie and Johnny, Bailey and Tony, Sherry and Carl, Debbie and Lenny, Liv and Willy, Beth and Marty and on the outsides, me and then Brice. All of us ladies were holding our bouquets.

Michelle watched the bucket until it started to tip. Everybody say, 'Drench me!' she yelled. She shot the first just as the water started to fall. We were all lined up obliviously smiling. It had just started to splash over us when she took the second. We're all starting to make dumb faces because even though we knew it was coming, it comes down hard! She took the third while we were totally obscured by the deluge and a fourth once the water was gone and we stood there totally drenched.

I know we were all wet to start with and our clothes were wrecked from the pies and slime, but we weren't totally wringing wet and our hair was pushed back and somewhat manageable. In that shot, water was pouring from our clothes. Our hair was going everywhere. Mine was washed over my face and so was Olivia's. Bailey's bun came loose and her wet hair was going everywhere. Most of the fake flowers got knocked off our bouquets. It was funny as hell and I loved it. The only thing that would have made that picture funnier would have been if we'd all actually been in traditional wedding clothes and clean and dry to start. But then again, we wouldn't have had such a fun reception. Plus Bobbi tells me that picture has been done to death but no one else has ever had a pie fight at the reception there!

Jim, Paula and Carly were standing watching the picture. You two look wonderful! He said Bailey and I joined them without fixing anything.

Ok, Mister Smart Guy, I said, grabbing his right hand. Let's see how you like it! Bailey grabbed his left and we both started to pull and Paula and Carly started pushing. Of course our victim didn't really put up much of a fight. We got dead center under the bucket and waited. Just as the bucket began to tip, Jim pulled me up close to kiss me. Beth saw us and got the cutest picture with her waterproof camera. Jim's got me in his arms. One of my legs is popped, (You know, as in leg popping kiss? Go watch The Princess Diaries). Both of our boots are still on. Paula and Carly are watching us, but Bailey is looking at the wave rolling over the tree house roof about to drown us. Then we got deluged. That kiss felt just like being under the waterfall with him at home, except we weren't alone, we had a lot more clothes on, it only lasted a couple of seconds and I wasn't about to get my brains fucked out (yet).

I was already a wreck since I hadn't fixed anything from the first time. What would be the point? Jim had lost the vest after rinsing off in the shower so his thin peasant shirt clinging to him like a second skin was a delightful sight. My Jim is no Fabio, but he is all mine and I love to look at him!

We all got out of our shoes. I was glad because those wet costume boots were starting to hurt! I only left them on for the picture. The girls pulled Jim and me up the tree house with them. We practically had it to ourselves to play in the fountains, squirters and sprayers since only about half of the wedding guests were interested in getting wet. We each got behind a big water cannon and drenched each other and then anyone we saw walking under the tree house. We walked across this bridge and tripped sensors that sprayed us in the face over and over. Finally we made it to the top and rode the water slide back down to the bottom.

I noticed a few more people straggling in. They were guests who hadn't come in costume and had changed into bathing suits. At least they showed up. The notable exception to showing up was Kellie's cousin but her mother and father were very notable exceptions to changing. They came splashing down on the water coaster as we were waiting to pick up rafts before climbing to the top. Hal and Monica's raft stopped in the middle of the splash pool. Hall hopped out into the waist deep water. He'd lost his jacket and tie and was just in his light blue short-sleeve dress shirt, with the wife beater underneath, (seeing that made me giggle), barefoot with his dress slacks rolled up to the knee. Monica still had everything on that she'd been wearing when I last saw her at the pie fight: red below-the-knee skirt, panty hose, pink blouse and proper Bali bra that the wet blouse gave up concealing a long time ago. (You guys know what I mean by proper, right? It's got really big cups and the closure in the back is about three inches wide? Oh, forget it! Here's a picture!)



Monica hopped up on the back of the raft, yelled, Whooooo! and flipped herself off backwards, going all the way under. Her skirt flew up just enough to reveal that she was actually wearing thigh-highs and not panty hose and to flash her white panties matching her bra to anyone with a quick enough eye. She came up sputtering and laughing and I realized that my first impression of her was probably wrong. I thought she was just fun because she'd been drinking. However even though the bar was open, I hadn't seen her with a drink since before the dunk tank. Maybe she was just a fun gal who liked to dress properly. I wonder what would happen if we got her, Maria and my mom together!

Hal handed the raft to the Paula, Carly and Bailey who were in front of us and gave them a wink. Monica saw us and came over. She was a happy, wet disaster. Her mature hairdo had been lost during her turn on the dunk tank and her hair was now a bedraggled dripping mess of brunette with just a little gray. Her clothes weren't stained too badly from the pie fight. Steven had plastered her with a plain white one and she must not have gotten hit by too many others. Water poured out of the bottom of her blouse and the hem of her skirt.

Boy you kids know how to throw a wedding! she exclaimed. This is funner'n hell! I only wish Carrie wasn't such a sourpuss about this sort of thing. This would be so much fun when she gets married. I don't know where she gets being that way!

Hal! Where you goin'? she yelled after her husband. Get back in line! We're goin' on this again!

Jim and I took the raft from the next riders, a pair of cute blond twins, (who look eighteen to me), dressed in matching costumes as cops.



At least I hope they were eighteen because Jim got an eyeful of their wet spandex costumes clinging hard to both of them and giving away the outlines of skimpy, lacey bras and low-rise bikini panties that unless they were different colors, looked like they matched just like the costumes. He's a guy! I don't care if he looks as long as he brings whatever looking makes him think about home to me!

Like I said, with just about a little over half of Kellie's wedding guests now here, the place wasn't crowded at all and happily sopping Hal and Monica ended up in line right behind us at the top of the water coaster tower as we waited for them to send Doctor Jared and Nurse Olivia, who were right in front of the girls, down. I looked back and saw something I don't usually see from fifty-something couples, well other than my parents. Hal was holding the raft with one hand and had is other arm around Monica holding her close. She was looking at him the way I look at the Yankee, the way any good woman looks at the only man she knows she's ever going to love. He turned toward her and planted a big, sloppy kiss on her that she looked like she thought was the best thing in the world. They caught me watching, which made me blush, but I soon got over it because it was obvious that they simply didn't give a fuck! They went right back to making out like kids on a date. Good for them! They were looking at each other like no one else was around. Hal took his finger and traced the outline of Monica's bra poking through her sopping transparent blouse from one shoulder, across her breasts up to the other shoulder. She shot him the naughty boy grin and let him have his fun. It sort of turned me on seeing them like that. but I had been running a little higher than normal ever since Jim first dropped me in the dunk tank. I'm not sure if they were always like this or just the carefree silliness of tonight made something snap, but I knew a certain MILF was going to get her world rocked later that night! A bulge in a certain area of Hal's clothing that I just happened to accidentally glance at ensured it.

We rode the water coaster and then the family raft ride and a few of the slides before going outside to check out the outdoor pool. It was a little chilly out there but it was after eleven o'clock in October. It had been warm for this time of year during the day, but I'd guestimate the temp was about sixty-five degrees (F). However the pool was heated to a very comfortable eighty-eight degrees (F) as was the air inside the water park. The pool outside had a shallow end that started with a zero-depth entry and went down to five feet. By the entry was a splash pad with fountains shooting up out of the ground and water spraying out of pipes above and poles sticking up. (Hmm, did I hear it was lucky we didn't have a pole or someone might try something? Foreshadow, maybe?) There was a small slide on the side in the five-foot section. The big draw for the older kids though was the deep end and it's diving tower. There was a 10 meter platform with lower platforms, just like at a competitive location, and two boards on either side of the platform.

The girls jumped in as soon as they got chilly. I started to when Debbie stopped me. Even outside lit only by halogen and merculoid flood lights, her fuchsia bra showed brightly through the near-transparent blouse of her wet flight attendant costume.

Good! You're here already. Sherry went in to find you and Olivia, she said. Kellie and Beth stood over by the tower with their arms wrapped around themselves. Kellie was the most covered up of all of us. Of course we all were wet, but Beth, Debbie and I all had more skin exposed to the night air and breeze. I still had to laugh, though. Even in the lowered light from a distance I could make out Kellie's read bra and panties through her sopping dress. Then again, with my blue ones showing through my drenched pirate skirt, I had room to talk.

What's up? I asked.

Debbie hesitated for a second. Kellie wants a video of all five of us jumping off the 10 meter platform holding hands. I knew why she hesitated. She knows how I am about heights.

All of y'all who have been with me since the beginning remember the story of my first unofficial official date with Jim when I took him to Turner Falls. Ever since I was a little girl, I could go down the slide that was on the side of the cliff, but I couldn't jump off. It scared me to death. Jim picked me up and jumped in with me. By the time it was done, I was jumping in together with him and with Ashley, but that was only roughly five meters (or fifteen feet to us backward Americans). This was twice as high.

Um, I stammered.

You're not scared, are you, sweetie? Jim teased.

Oh, shut up, Jim! Debbie commanded. He was standing right on the side of the pool. Debbie gave him a gentle shove and he took the cue and sort of rolled off the side to splash into the water. The girls got a kick out of it.

It was Sherry's idea, Debbie explained. Kellie forgot you were afraid of heights until we reminded her, but by then she was excited about it.

I'm not afraid so much as I amcautious, I joked nervously.

She said you didn't have to do it if you didn't want to.

A little part of me felt relieved, but most of me was appalled at that part at wanting to miss out on an experience and a memory like that. How would Kellie's wet and wild wedding video look missing one bridesmaid?

I know it sounds silly. I can ride roller coasters. I rode the flipping Tower of Terror at Disney World, (mainly so the kids wouldn't call me wimp). I can ride on planes with no problem. I can ride glass elevators and I can ride that damned slide at Turner Falls, but jumping off something high, even into water just always scared the crap out of me.

You can do it, Mom! Bailey called to me from the pool.

Armed with encouragement from my fearless little fish, I took a deep breath and said, It's ok. I'll be fine. Let's do it.

You going to be all right? Beth asked when we joined her and Kellie.

It's only a second or two of sheer terror, I joked. I'll make it. I may scream all the way down, though.

Don't worry, sweetie, Kellie said and gave me a wet hug. That will just make it even funnier.

Oh! There you are, Sherry said walking up with Olivia and Jared. Olivia thought maybe you hid when you heard about this.

Part of me wanted to, but I was already Shanghaied, I replied.

To add insult to injury, as we started to climb the tower, two girls about Carly's age wearing shorts and bikini tops jumped off holding hands and splashed down. Ok, I'm afraid to do something little kids do.

Don't put me on an end when we get up there, I said as we passed the middle platform.

Why, so you'll have one person on each side to keep you from chickening out? Kellie asked laughing.

Exactly! I replied, giggling a little myself and feeling a little of the apprehension slip away, but not nearly enough.

Let's all scream all the way down, Sherry suggested. It will be even funnier.

Well screaming wasn't going to be a voluntary thing for me anyway. We lined up at the back of the platform to get a running start. Robert was standing in the pool with the video camera. From his left it was Olivia, Debbie, Sherry, Kellie, me and then Beth. I figured Beth wouldn't let me go because she was my best friend and Kellie wouldn't because she didn't want the video messed up.

Robert yelled, Y'all ready up there?

Looking down the line at me and grinning, Debbie called back, Most of us are!

Ok, then. Camera's running! he shouted back.

Are we all ready? Sherry asked, again looking at me.

Just a second, I replied. Trying to ignore my pounding heart, I took a deep breath. I actually was ready to get off the platform and into the warm water. Up on that tower without the building or the trees to act as a break, it was very chilly! Ok.

Ok, on three, Sherry said. One, two THREE!

I didn't let myself hesitate. It would all be over shortly. We all took off for the edge and I was the first one to scream even before we got there. We leaped and held our hands up high until we couldn't hang onto the person next to us. All six of us were screaming at the top of our lungs all the way down. I could hear the laughter from the pool and the deck, even for that short time.

My pirate skirt flew up, all the way up around my stomach! My cute little blue boy shorts panties were on the video for the world to see! There was nothing I could do about it.

I screamed until we were just above the water and I took a breath. That warm water in the pool never felt so good. However as I was still sinking I was overcome by the feeling that I wanted to do it again. The adrenaline rush was amazing!

I swam for the surface and popped up with my friends and heard the clapping from everyone watching. We swam for the shallow end where everyone was waiting with Robert.

Damn! I forgot to press record. You're going to have to do it again! Robert joked.

Get him! Debbie yelled, yanking the camera and holding it up in the air so we could dunk him. He still had both the shirt and the pants from his cop costume on without the hat or shoes or socks. He went right under willingly.

You gotta see it!, Robert exclaimed. We all climbed out of the pool and gathered around to watch the little screen on the camera. We ended up having to pass it around, but I wasn't the only one with underwear trouble. Kellie, Sherry, Beth, and Debbie's skirts also flew up. Everyone already knew what Kellie was wearing. Sherry had the nude bottoms popularized by Miley Cyrus during that weird thing she did with Robin Thicke, so we all assumed she had the top on too. We'd already seen Beth's neon green bikinis in the dunk tank, and Debbie's bikini panties matched her fuchsia bra that said, Hello! every time she soaked her blouse. The only one who didn't flash everyone was Olivia thanks to her garters built into her skirt. Damn! We should have made her take her stockings off.

Kellie and Johnny headed back inside. Her red underwear seemed to shine through her wedding dress even more brightly with its renewed drenching in the pool.

Can we do that? the middle one of our school of little fish asked pointing toward the diving tower. Look!

Karen and Jami were climbing the tower together and Karen's escort was holding her phone to video it. They disappeared onto the 10 meter platform and a few seconds later came flying over the edge, screaming just like we did.

I thought I saw Jami struggle just a little trying to swim in the long Rapunzel costume.

I can take them alone, Jim offered.

I looked at the platform. I'd conquered it once and survived. Nope, were all going, I said.

Hey, Robert, get this for us, will you? I called. He was still on camera duty getting candid shots of everybody to edit into Johnny and Kellie's video.

Climbing was a little easier this time. Oh, I was still nervous, but the girls were excited. They had never even seen a 10 meter platform except on television. They had jumped in from the cliff at Turner Falls and ridden the slide, but nothing higher than that. Their excitement sort of helped what nervousness I had left.

You want to be in the middle? Jim asked when we reached the top.

Let the girls be in the middle. I'll be fine.

We lined up starting with Jim, Carly, Bailey, Paula and then me. We let Bailey count us off and away we went. My heart pounded running across the platform as much the second time as the first, but I was as determined as I had been earlier. We leaped into thin air and the girls let out a scream that over powered mine. I tried to hold my skirt down with my free hand, but the other side flipped up anyway so I figured, Who cares? My underwear was already on camera anyway. I let go and let the whole thing flip back up over my stomach just before we hit the water.

We all came up laughing, but I noticed that like Jami, the girls' princess costumes were causing them trouble. Bailey had done fine in the small dunk tank making it to the step, but she was really having difficulty getting out of the pool. Swimming to the surface in eighteen feet of water must have taken a toll in that long skirt.

Hang on to me, Jim said and towed her through the water.

Had enough of that? I asked, hoping the answer was yes.

For now, Paula replied. It was sort of hard swimming in deep water. We may want to go again later though.

If they did, we'd have to do something about those costumes, either cut them off or take them off. Bailey wouldn't care if we stripped her to her undershirt and panties, but the older two would probably want to find some scissors.

Yes, we let little kids run around in their underwear around here. How many of you had mothers who would let you swim in them or play out in the rain? Our mom sent us outside in the rain regardless of what we had on, but that is beside the point. It's still common around here, even in newer neighborhoods like Robert and Debbie's, to see little ones in wading pools or playing in the rain in their undies, or toddlers running around in just a diaper. Remember it's hot here in the summer.

Let's go back to the tree house, Bailey said.

I looked over and saw Bobbi on one of the diving boards. She seemed to be taking my offer to enjoy herself. The slutty secretary stood with her back to the water, bounced a couple of times and did a perfect back flip into the pool.

I'll catch up with you, I told Jim and the kids. I want to ask Bobbi something.

She pulled herself up the ladder, not caring that her business slut costume was totally transparent over her tits. I caught myself staring again.

Bobbi, I have a question, I told her.

What's up?

What is your policy on swimming in undies? I asked. She sort of giggled and I clarified what I meant: I mean for kids. The girls are having problems in the deep water with those princess costumes on. They are covered up underneath. If they wanted to take the dresses off, would that be ok?

Bobbi laughed again. It's your party, she replied. It's up to you. That's why we go to lengths to seal everything off as much as possible. If anyone feels comfortable enough to go that way, we don't have a problem with it at all. We even hosted a nude wedding once!

Wow! Did you join in the spirit of that one the way you did with us? I prodded.

Bobbi wriggled up her nose and said, No comment!

Well that was a possibility anyway, although I was pretty sure Carly and Paula would balk at the idea. Carly had the same on underneath as Bailey, panties and an undershirt, but nine is a lot different than seven. Modesty starts to kick in. Paula was in a training bra. Even though she'd learned to be as carefree as I was at that age, she hadn't shown any signs of closet exhibitionism. Mine really didn't start until midway through high school. It was sometime then that the idea of being caught with no clothes on became a secret fantasy.

Now I told you we skinny dipped and swam in our underwear together before, but the former was late at night in the pond and no one else was around. The latter was on the trip to Gatlinburg and we found a deep stream along a trail we were hiking. Not wanting to walk all the way back wet and possibly get chaffed, we swam in our underwear and went back commando. Paula was Carly's age and took the most convincing to do it then. And that was before her training bra.

Within minutes of asking Bobbi about it, I saw that several parents had stripped their little kids out of their costumes in the water park as I caught up with Jim and the girls.

Damn it! I'm at fourteen pages again! Well at least this time they just asked me to wrap it up. I never promised anything. Technically I don't have to get punished. Besides, look at me! How much more damage could you do than they did to me in that meeting?



Aw, I can't stand to see sad faces.

(Darcie stands and removes her black dress over her head. It leaves her in a purple lacey thong.)

Hit me with your best shot, guys!



That might have been some more foreshadow! I'll hurry back! I promise!