The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 10
Back to the Dam

I didn't have to worry about staying awake for C.Q. on Sunday. Lisa being on my mind made me lose a lot of sleep. I did however, have to struggle to keep my mind on what I was supposed to be doing, namely helping the N.C.O. in charge answer the phone, maintain order, keep the stereos and TV's turned down and basically keep people from wrecking the place when they came in after few too many.

Duty wasn't that bad during the week. You basically did your regular job during the day and took over in the evening when the captain, lieutenant and first sergeant went home and were on duty all night. It was hell on weekends because you started at eight o'clock in the morning and were on duty until eight the next morning, twenty-four hours of mostly sitting in a chair and waiting to answer the phone. We did get the next day off though. The worst was when the weekday rotation and the weekend rotation hit at the same time and you got it Friday night and Sunday. That really screwed you up. Every once in a while things would liven up though, like when an alert was called and you had to call everybody in.

I am rambling though. I just hadn't thought about that in years. Anyway, as I was saying, weekends were hell. It was usually quiet on Sunday night since the weekly battalion five-mile run was on Monday. Getting out of that was the only good part of Sunday C.Q. Most evenings, once it quieted down, we would switch off and one of us would go into the TV room and try to catch a short nap.

That is where I was when I heard the phone ring. Specialist Barnhart answered. He was in the same radar platoon I was in. He was the section chief of the radar I was assigned to maintain so we had become pretty good friends. (Later that week, would come my promotion to specialist, which came as a shock to me, and made us colleagues.)

I heard his boot steps coming closer to the TV room. Great! They're calling everyone in for an alert and I'm going to have to go wake everybody up, I thought. (Alerts were pretty common during peacetime. They had to keep us on our toes somehow.)

Hey, Sutton! There's a girl on the phone for you! he said.

Wha? I managed and then it immediately dawned on me who it must be. Personal calls were not supposed to be received after nine, but as I said, Barnhart and I were friends and I was on duty anyway.

I'll take it in the office, I said.

I stepped into the battery's reception area and picked up a desk phone: Hello?

Guess who! came a sweetly melodious voice. I heard the click of the extension at the C.Q. desk hanging up.

Mmmm, let me think, I teased. Mary? Agnus? and I went through a litany of women's names and listened to Lisa's infectious giggling on the other end, which definitely woke part of me up. After about eight other names I said, Lisa?

Finally! she replied, going along with the gag.

Well that narrows it down. Now which Lisa? Smith? Jones?

Now cut that out! she demanded. You're going to get me laughing too loud and I'll wake everybody up!

What are you doing up anyway? I asked. Don't you have class tomorrow? It was about one in the morning.

I couldn't sleep, she replied. I realized I forgot to tell you that I had so much fun yesterday!

Well that had been obvious. So did I, I said, but I'm still a little sore.

Me too, she said. Can I see you this weekend too?

Well, I was supposed to go home,

Awww! I heard as I was speaking.

but I guess they can wait. My mom had asked me to come back since I had spent so much of Labor Day at Dietz without them. What was I going to do though, besides go hang out at the mall and girl watch, (when at the moment there was only one girl I wanted to watch), or drive up to where my pal from high school was in college and visit him? I still wasn't going to be around home much. Will you still have the water slide up?

Sorry, Connie used up the last of the chemicals today. She might run it tomorrow if it lasts, but Uncle Roy is going to drain it and close it down for the winter this week, she explained, but I bet the dam will still be running! It's supposed to rain this week. If all else fails, we can swim in the pond!

You sold me, I said. Everything revolved around water. What were we going to do when it finally turned cold?

Realizing she had said that Connie had used up the chemicals and that she might open the slide after school, I asked, You didn't go to the slide today?

I didn't think it would be any fun without you, she replied.

Well then I definitely have to come see you then. Can't have you not having any fun! Same time?

Earlier if you can! she bubbled. I could imagine her on the wall phone in the kitchen in her underwear trying to be quiet talking to me. I definitely wouldn't have any trouble staying awake the rest of the night!

As long as nothing army comes up, I'll be there! I replied.

Well, I'm going to call the president and tell him he can't start anything with anybody, she joked and giggled at the end.

We hung up and I went back out to the desk. Who's that? Barnhart asked.

Just a girl I met at Paris Landing, I replied, trying to play it cool.

She sounded hot, he remarked.

Aren't you married? I asked.

Married, not dead, he responded using that clich line. What's she like?

She's perfect if you want to know the truth, I said.

Is it serious? he asked.

Was it? We were both losing sleep over each other. She let me have her without hesitation the second time we saw each othertwice. And one of those she trusted me enough to do something she hadn't done before, successfully anyway.

It might get that way, I answered, trying not to tip my hand too much. We just made a date for Saturday.

Why so far off?

She lives an hour and a half away, I replied.

Well, good luck, he said and poked me with his elbow.

I was wide awake the rest of the night. After everyone reported in in the morning and then returned from P.T. (physical training and that included the 5-mile run), Barnhart and I were dismissed. I went up to my room and got a little sleep. I never could sleep much in the daytime. I slept like a rock Monday night though. Girl or no girl, I was exhausted.

It seemed like the weekend would never come. My roommate, Nelson, who I was also close friends with, ribbed me constantly that week for being distracted. He played guitar and was practicing one evening and saw me lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. He started paraphrasing George Jones: I'm lying here with Lisa on my mind

Isn't that 'Linda' I asked sarcastically.

Apparently not for you, he replied. You know I'm gonna give you a hard time since you didn't come through for me.

I told you; her sister and her friends all have boyfriends, I said. You ought to head over there though and just look around. I don't remember an ugly one in the bunch.

I nearly forgot about the promotion! I was made Specialist Four on Thursday of that week. I always remember just when it happened because these two wonderful weekends sandwiched it. They had it outside and of course I wasn't the only one receiving a promotion. It was a good thing it was on Thursday because it rained all day on Friday.

Saturday finally got there and I was up and out with the dawn, (a little before actually). It was drizzling rain when I left and coming down steadily when I arrived in McKenzie. It wasn't the downpour that I had changed Maddie's flat in, but it was just a steady rain. The temperature was a bit cooler than it had been the Saturday before too. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was a sign that the September heat wave we had been experiencing was probably coming to an end. I had worn jeans, my better pair of jogging shoes, (since Kris had kept everything I'd gotten wet the week before to wash), and a well-worn blue t-shirt. The jeans were an old pair that I was considering making shorts out of. I wasn't sure if Lisa would still want to go to the dam in this weather, but I figured I'd be prepared anyway.

Despite the rain, Lisa was coming out the front door of the house as soon as I wheeled the Impala into the drive. The only car in the drive was the big Mercury wagon. All the others must have been in the garage. Lisa bounded out into the rain as soon as I stopped my car. She wrapped her arms around my neck, hanging on me, and planted a huge wet kiss as soon as I closed the car door.

Ooooo! I've missed you! she said. She had that look in her eyes like she could just eat me aliveand did it ever get me horny.

I missed you too, I said. Simply being there with her was like a one ton weight had been lifted off me. We kissed again, wet, sloppy ones, and then she turned her head and pressed it up against my chest and hugged me hard. You know the kind, where you both twist back a forth a little.

She pulled back and we just gazed at each other in the rain for a moment. Her hair was getting pretty soaked by that point. Water covered her shoulders left mostly bare by the light blue camisole top and nude spaghetti bra straps she made no attempt to cover. I could feel the back of the camisole starting to get pretty wet. Her front was protected, being pressed up against me most of the time, but rain was starting to create wet specks in her jeans. They were boot cut and like that other pair, wearing out at the hem, but had no holes that I could see. I could stand there in the rain and look at her like that all day! It wasn't exactly a hot day, maybe mid-to upper seventies, and it was the kind of rain that once your body got used to the cool temperatures, you could stay out in and it felt pretty good. We were both working on getting used to it because like a couple of dorks, we were just standing there in it and enjoying being together.

For crying out loud! came a familiar voice. Can't you two say 'Hello' in the house like normal people instead of standing out there in the rain like a couple of nuts?

We both laughed at getting chewed out. I think Kris enjoyed her role as the voice of reason in the chaos that was a big family. We held hands and ran through the rain to the front door.

Here, dry off, Kris said, handing us towels, and you can go visit in the kitchen since you decided to take a shower outside. You're not sitting down on my furniture until you dry out.

We weren't exactly soaked but we were visibly wet, much more so than if we had just run into the house instead of standing out there making out in the driveway.

You want a Coke? Lisa asked me and I nodded. She grabbed two of the 8-ounce small returnable glass bottles, which used to be pretty popular, out of the refrigerator and sat down with a bottle opener.

So are we still going to the dam? I asked.

Don't tell me you think a little rain is going to stop us, Lisa replied. Don't go full city boy on me!

You think I've never played in the rain before or something? I countered. That was one childhood pleasure I was afforded. Now, I wasn't sent out everyday rain or shine like the fictional Darcie or the very real Lisa was, but I was allowed to play outside in the summer when it was raining as long as it wasn't storming. If I could get out before my mom thought about it, I could even get outside without having to change into a bathing suit.

I was beginning to wonder, she said, giggling. Is that what you're wearing?

Mostly, but I would like to get my old shoes back and not mess these up, I replied. Why did your mom insist on washing everything? I could have taken it back and taken care of it.

She figured you'd roll it up in a ball and forget about it for a couple of days, Lisa replied, and let it mold.

Well I do appreciate her doing it, I admitted.

Your stuff's downstairs, she said.

When are we heading out? I asked.

As soon as Brett gets here to pick up Connie, she replied. Once word got around that we were going, everyone wanted to.

So, we're not getting the whole place to ourselves like last time, I said and the sly expression gave away was I was alluding to.

You might be surprised, she said.

Connie came around the corner and seeing the Cokes got one for herself and joined us. She wore faded jeans with a small hole in her right knee, a teal racer-back tank top with a white bra going over her shoulders and the worn out sneakers everyone in their family seemed to own for rugged water activities. She was a little more fixed up than Lisa, not that I didn't think Lisa was absolutely beautiful. Both of them had plastic barrettes in their hair. Lisa's was tortoise shell and Connie's was white. However Connie had a rose-shaded lipstick on, eye shadow and blush, contrasted to only the small amount of blush Lisa wore. Of course they were both very pretty. They took after their mother. Nelson had given me advice his dad had given him: If you like a girl, go home and meet her mother. That's what she will look like years down the road. I'd hit the jackpot!

Why'd you bother with all that makeup? Lisa needled her sister. It's just going to get washed off anyway.

Gotta look good for my man! she shot back.

Really? Lisa remarked sarcastically and then turned to me, Do you want me to get all fixed up like that just to get it washed down my face?

Do I answer honestly, or do I side with her? We all know my preference. I started to speak: Well, I-

Oh, please! Connie interrupted. I've seen the way he looks at you! You could have just come from cleaning a horse barn and he'd still be grinning ear-to-ear! Was I really that obvious?

The sister bickering continued and my reprieve was short-lived. Lisa said, You let him finish! She turned back to me: Honestly, would you want me to get made up just to get it all washed out all over my face?

Honestly? I asked, trying to stall. The temperature was rising considerably and two pairs of eyes from two very gorgeous faces were fixed right on me.

Honestly, Lisa repeated.

You better answer, Connie teased. You don't want to see her get mad.

I decided to come clean. HonestlyI sort of like the makeup getting washed out. It's kind of sexy.

Connie broke out into a guttural laugh, but Lisa just looked surprised. She simply said, Oh, and looked pensive for a moment. Then she said, I'll be right back.

She got up and left the kitchen. I heard her going up the steps.

Did I make her mad? I asked.

I don't know, Connie answered. I don't think so. She lets you know when she's mad.

She was gone for about ten minutes. I talked with Connie, trying to keep from being nervous. Their dad was out fishing with a friend in his bass boat. They subscribed to that old wives tale that fish bite better in the rain. All of the boys were at a combined Boy Scout/Cub Scout Jamboree which explained why the house was so quiet.

Then we heard someone coming back down the steps. Lisa stepped into the kitchen doorway and leaned against the frame. Happy now? she asked.

Connie burst out laughing. Lisa had applied blue eye shadow to match her top, mascara, a heavier layer of blush and ruby lipstick. It wasn't gaudy by any means, just enough if we were going out someplace nice.

I started to say, You didn't have to

No-o! she drew out, interrupting me. She stepped over and held my chin with her thumb and her index finger and looked at Connie to say, Gotta look good for my man!

And don't think she just did that to be sarcastic. From that day forward, it didn't matter if I was taking her out to dinner or the moviesor I had just come over to swim in the pond, she wore impeccable makeup, at least at first. God, she was a giver!

Bret came to the door and Connie went to let him in. Kris followed them into the kitchen.

See? They know how to greet each other on a rainy day! she said, needling us again for standing out in the rain. Where are y'all going?

To slide down the dam, Connie replied, standing next to Bret with their arms around each other.

I give up! Kris declared, throwing her hands up and heading out. She was still talking as she passed through the living room: Out in the rain like a bunch of idiots. I guess if they're going to get wet anyway it doesn't matter if it's raining!

We went out through the garage into the steady rain.

Wanna drive? Lisa asked, offering me the keys to the Mercury. We've already covered why she liked me to drive, even if we took her car. However, I still hadn't taken her anywhere in my own car yet. Connie and Bret headed for his truck. Lisa slid all the way over next to me. I followed Bret and through the rain you could just make out Connie slid all the way over next to him. Gotta love country girls!

The rain was falling steadily but not hard when we got to the picnic area by the dam. It would have soaked you had you stayed out in it long enough, but then again, we were going to get soaked anyway. A few cars were there already and I recognized most of them from the weekend before at the water slide. It was apparent that Lisa and Connie ran with the kids they grew up with. How Lisa got attached to me instead of one of them and why they instantly accepted me are both things I consider among the great mysteries of life.

We hiked the short walk down to the dam. The canopy of trees kept the rain off of us, not that it mattered. I would have much rather enjoyed seeing Lisa slowly getting more and more drenched in it. I could already hear screams, shrieks, yells and hollers coming from up ahead. We were going to have plenty of company.

We broke into the clearing and the dam was buzzing with activity. Some of the people I recognized and some I didn't. I was introduced to some throughout the day, but Lisa didn't know all of them. Foxy, also known as Lori was there. She didn't attract my attention as much in jeans and a Nashville Monster Truck Jam 1981 t-shirt as she did with the outfit she wore to the water slide. I think there was a Ben there too, but don't ask me for any more names. It's been too long to remember all the periphery characters.

Come on! Lisa said when she saw couples holding hands going down or riding tandem. We hadn't tried either of those things when we were here last. She took off on a run holding my hand and towing me along with her across the dam. I had just a moment to notice that on the opposite side of the spillway was a very muddy trail going down the dam and ending at a big mud puddle.

Which way to you want to try it? she asked at the edge of the concrete.

Let's try holding hands first, I said.

She sat down on the spillway and slid over to make room for me. The water was running heavier thanks to the morning rain so her jeans and the bottom of her camisole top were instantly soaked. I sat right down next to her and suffered the same soaking my jeans and the bottom half of my shirt. I also suddenly realized that I had forgotten to take off the tube socks I was wearing. Oh, well, right?

We really had to hold on tight to the concrete lip. You could feel the water pouring over the spillway with a lot more force. Just then we heard a scream and one of the girls who was scooting along trying to make it closer to the center lost her grip and away she went! Everybody laughed and her boyfriend shook his head and took off behind her.

As soon as we let go, grab my hand, I said to Lisa. I had become an expert on dam sliding as of last weekend. Ready?

She was grinning big at me and nodded her head.

GO! I yelled.

We grabbed each other's hand as we took off. We were sailing. It seemed like we were at the bottom in half the time! It also seemed like I inhaled half the spillway when we hit bottom. I lost my grip on Lisa when we went under and it took me a second to even realize which way was up before I surfaced. Lisa was just standing up and fell right over, going completely under again. She stood back up and doubled over laughing at herself. That was when I noticed the personalized leather belt, now soaked through, with her name.

We sloshed over to the side and got out.

How was that? I asked.

O.K, but it kind of hurt my arm, she replied. Let's try it the other way.

She started up the hill immediately. I followed, singing a couple of bars from a country song by The Bellamy Brothers: Redneck girl got her name on the back o' her belt. She got a kiss on her lips for her man and no one else.

Is that a hint? she asked, spinning around to face me. She was a beautiful wet mess of a vision: Hair going everywhere, top two shades darker, jeans three shades darker and everything shiny. And she must have purposely used cheap makeup because her eye shadow was already creating the racoon eyes effect and her mascara looked like she had been crying. Then again, that splash did smack us both in the face pretty hard.

She planted a big wet one on me, just the way she liked them. (I'll take wet and sloppy over a quick, dispassionate peck any day.) Then when she backed up, she paused for a second and looked like she noticed something. She immediately kissed me hard on the cheek.

Now we're both wearing bright red lipstick! she said, laughing. Be careful what you wish for!

I had asked for it. I didn't care. Having a girl's lipstick all over your face meant she had her lips all over your face. It was all going to wash off anyway.

Going down tandem had to be approached a different way. Trying to launch from the top would be impossible with the water level as it was. We saw the couples doing it were getting lined up along the side and scooting into the current.

That worked, but despite both of us being of above average intelligence, we didn't figure that we were now one single mass, nearly twice as heavy as I was. We went tearing down that thing! Lisa let out a scream when she bore the brunt of the huge splash at the end.

We staggered around a little and I got her arm and led her to the side. She looked so sexy all wet, especially with her mascara now running all the way down her face.

You all right? I asked.

Fine. That one just hurt a little, she replied.

Want to stop?

NO WAY! she yelled and pulled me up the hill again.

We punished ourselves at least ten more times on that dam, but she made me ride in front half the time. She was right. It did hurt! I also noticed that each time we rode, it seemed like it was raining harder and more water was pouring over the spillway. It made for a rough ride at the end, but our clothes didn't get destroyed like before less friction and all the algae had washed away.

We were recovering from yet another plunge when we saw Connie, covered head to toe in mud, motioning us to the other side of the dam. We got out on that side and Lori, also completely covered in mud, joined us.

What the hell is this all about? Lisa asked.

Didn't you see the mud slide? Connie responded.

Yeah, some kids made it during all the rain yesterday afternoon after school, Lori said. They started out just sliding across the grass into the puddle, but it just kept getting bigger and bigger.

Just then, we saw Bret take off on a run and dive head first into the slide. With the rain running down it, it was slick as snot and he sailed about twenty feet and slid right into the mud puddle. With all the riding, it had ceased being muddy water and was now muddy soup, which explained why Connie and Lori were covered head to toe.

That's for us! Lisa shouted. I told you I'd find a place to play in the mud if you came back!

She grabbed my arm and towed me to where we saw Bret take off from. She took off on a run and I went right behind her. We dove into the slide at almost the same time. Mud splattered into my face and hair. Gravity helped us go farther and Lisa slid into the soupy puddle with me right behind her. Unfortunately, no one told us going down one right after the other was a bad idea. Lisa stopped and lifted her head slightly and I slid right over the top of her, shoving her face down in the mud. I turned toward her immediately, concerned that I might have hurt her.

She didn't miss a beat. She pulled her face up and looked right at me. Still like my makeup? she teased. Her face was completely brown and her hair matted with mud.

Sorry, I said, suppressing a chuckle.

Oh, it's fine, she replied with a wicked grin, HAVE SOME! and chucked a glob right into my face.

The mud wrestling was on! We both got to our feet and squared off. She lunged at me and I dodged and gave her a little shove that sent her face first into the mud again. Girls started laughing and guys started cheering.

I grabbed from behind just as she started to sit up and got one arm around her torso. She broke up laughing as I slathered mud through her hair and stuffed it down her top and her jeans.

Connie! Help! she cried and Connie jumped in and got hold of me long enough for Lisa to escape and they ganged up on me for a second so I got as good as I gave. Connie held me with both arms while Lisa stuffed mud down my clothes. Two muddy girls were attacking me with mud yeah, I was kind of getting hard.

Bret rescued me, pulling Connie off and rolling her over and over in the mud. I jumped on Lisa and pinned her on her back.

Give? I asked.

She defiantly stuck her tongue out at me.

I've got all day! I teased.

Fine, 'Give!' she said with a sly grin.

Always the goof ball, she sat there in the mud and screamed with her fists clenched and her eyes tightly shut, I HAVE MUD IN MY UNDERWEAR!

We both were totally covered and I probably had as much in my underwear as she did thanks to Connie helping her. I looked at Lisa and there wasn't a speck of bare skin or the original color of her top or jeans anywhere. She was looking at me the same way and we both cracked up. That was our time together. If we weren't kissing, (or going beyond that), we were laughing. I miss her infectious laugh.

Sliding stopped and was replaced by rainy day mud wrestling. There was boyfriend v. girlfriend. (It was one of my first real experiences with how southern girls love to show off in front of their guys.) We also had the ever popular girl v. girl, which led to Lisa taking on Connie in sister v. sister. That one was a draw since they were both so covered by that point that neither one could get much of a grip on the other one. Besides, since they had such similar builds, it was hard to tell who was who.

Lisa and I were standing together watching Lori rolling in the mud with another girl and I kept seeing Lisa wiggle her pelvis and giggle.

What are you doing? I asked.

Just enjoying all the mud you got in my underwear.

We tried dam sliding again after that, but the constant rain, (which by this point was as hard as it was the day I changed Maddie's tire), had caused more and more water to go over the spillway faster and faster. Couple that with everyone being slippery as snot covered in mud and it made for a fast ride and a really hard smack at the end. After one trip down, most everyone had had their fill of it.

It did rinse off some of the mud though. We all hiked back to the picnic area. I don't remember exactly who was first, but someone ran for the dock and we all followed, jumping in the lake like maniacs. After jumping in, we moved to shallower water by the bank, but once in a while someone would do a cannon ball off the dock.

OOOO! I'VE STILL GOT MUD IN MY PANTIES! Lori shouted. She was standing in waist deep water and the next thing I knew her t-shirt was over her head and tossed onto the dock and she was unzipping her jeans.

Take it off! someone shouted.

Woo Hoo!

YEAH!

Her shoes and jeans joined her shirt on the dock.

Southern girls can't be shown up. Two more started stripping to their underwear.

I turned to Lisa and said, Do you still need to get mud out of your underwear?

Good idea! she replied with a big grin and put her arms above her head, inviting me to remove her camisole top. It wasn't long before all the girls' mud-dingy clothes were piled on the dock.

Lisa started pulling at my shirt and I didn't put up much of a fight, especially when I saw all the other girls follow her lead. I let her get my shirt off and got out of my shoes, socks and jeans and swam in boxer briefs that had once been red. We spent over an hour having an underwear pool party in the lake, complete with more dives and cannon balls. Oh yes! And CHICKEN FIGHTS! We can't forget the chicken fights. Is there any better way for girls to show off than to have a chicken fight? There is if they're doing it in bras and panties. Lisa climbed onto my shoulders many a time in her nude bra and lime green and teal striped panties. At least those were what colors they were before they took on a brown tint from wallowing in the mud.

It was during the underwear chicken fights that I learned how laid back this town was. A sheriff's car pulled into the picnic area. I thought we were busted for sure, but no one seemed pay him any mind.

He parked at the end of the dock and rolled down his window. What? Bein' out in the rain wasn't wet enough for y'all? You had to jump in the lake too?

Hey, Dewey! one of the girls called to him.

That's her brother, Lisa explained.

Well, y'all be safe and get out if it starts lightning, O.K?

O.K! several echoed back.

He rolled up the window and pulled out giving a couple of toots on the horn.

I thought we were so busted, I said.

People don't sweat the small stuff around here, Lisa explained. Then her eyes got big at something behind me. Oh shit! Look at that!

Connie and Bret were walking across the parking area toward his truck, still in their sopping wet underwear and nothing else. A couple of guys shouted cat calls at them and Bret flipped them off behind his back. They got in the truck and it only took a minute for the cool rain to work with the heat generated inside to steam up the windows!

A few more couples followed their lead. Lisa giggled and flipped her eyebrows.

Taking the hint, I asked, You want to go steam up the windows?

I thought you'd never ask! she replied.

We left our soaked clothes on the dock in the rain and walked arm-in-arm through the downpour in our underwear back to the old Mercury. Either all the seats were folded down still from last weekend or Lisa had folded them down today in anticipation of any reason we might need a long, flat surface.

We turned on the radio, laid down in the back end and started making out. Lisa laughed when I popped her wet bra clasp with one motion and freed her ample tits. She let the bra fall off her arms and pressed those tits up against me. She tugged the front of my shorts down and played with my erect cock. We got up on our knees for a second and pulled each other's underwear down and we both kicked them off.

Our bodies were both still glistening from being wet, but more and more, sweat took the place of lake and rain water. As we kissed, my hand slipped between her legs and started massaging her pussy and clit. Lisa started softly moaning.

I pulled back from the kissing. Have you ever been eaten all the way? I asked.

Her eyes got wide as she shook her head, No.

Let me, then, I whispered.

She rolled onto her back and leaned up against the front seat rest. I got between her legs and started working her with my tongue, gently at first and then a little more aggressively. Lisa moaned louder. She would slip a hand behind my head and then pull away, not knowing that I loved having my head held. The next time she did it, I reached around and kept her from pulling her hand away until she got the message that I wanted it there. Then she held me with both hands and started gyrating herself. Good girl! Way to help!

I was getting a face full, but I didn't care. One last wash of her juice and she exploded into an intense orgasm. I looked up at her with sweat rolling down her face, hair turned to straw after dunk after dunk in the tail water, lake and mud and saw the most beautiful creature on Earth smiling back at me.

She pulled me up and kissed me hard, pussy juice face and all. Thank you, she gasped. Now lie down. I want to try something with you.

I lay on my back and she stroked my cock to firm it up. She leaned over and gave the head a kiss and teased me slipping her lips over it a couple of times. I thought Lisa might just blow me again, but she raised up and swung one leg over and straddled me like a horse and backed herself down onto my erection, gasping as her stimulated clit felt my flesh slide over it.

I saw this in a movie, she said and started flexing her knees.

What sortof movies doyou watch? I asked between breathes.

Shut up! she said, giggling.

I began to involuntarily flex too, sometimes bumping her head on the roof of the car. Nine out of ten girls would complain and stop, but not my Lisa. She thought it was funny and laughed harder each time it happened.

Laughing in bed: I think I mentioned that once or twice in Darcie stories. Lisa was the girl I laughed in bed with. She wasn't laughing at my performance. She laughed because she was enjoying herself, and it was very erotic.

I only bumped her head on the roof twenty times. O.K, twenty-five, but I still sent her over the edge into another orgasm before releasing into her. She fell forward into my arms, just as Paradise by the Dashboard Lights by Meatloaf came on. We both instantly cracked up. She locked lips with me and we let our tongues dance until it got to the part in the song where he now regrets promising to love her 'til the end of time.

Lisa leaned back and asked, You won't feel that way about me in twenty years, will you?

Never in a million years, I replied.

She gazed at me. It was that smiling gaze that reveals a person's soul. I knew the next thing she would say before she said it.

I love you.

I thought I loved Hanna. It turned out we both were in love with the idea of having a boyfriend/girlfriend. I wasn't sure what I had felt about Mary Beth and I just willfully let Maddie use me. Thisthis was different. We hadn't know each other long, but everything about Lisa was perfect. She was on my mind constantly and I didn't feel complete without her. There was only one reply to the girl next to me whose hair was a wild, wet mess and the only remnants of the makeup she put on just for me being a little eye shadow on one eyeand who was the most beautiful creature on Earth.

I love you, too!

Which is where I am going to draw this chapter to a close. There was a lot more that happened that day, like how Lisa told me she had been practicing with a banana, and later showed me the results. Or how her mom made Lisa, Connie and yes, me, strip off to our underwear in the rain behind the house and shower off with the hose, before she would let us come in because she knew we'd been playing in the mud. I loved her treating me like the rest of the family. I loved how she would get mad and chew us out and then was fine five minutes later because she let it out. I would love to explore all of that, but this has run long and I apologize because I couldn't find anywhere to split it up. Next chapter I promise I will finally explain what I mean by our lousy timing and after that, things will get wetter and messier.