The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 11
Our Timing was Lousy

Prologue

I apologize in advance if this runs long. This prologue is going to cover nearly nine months of our relationship before the wettest and messiest part began. However, you have to understand this history to follow why things developed as they did. I kept alluding to our lousy timing. That will all be explained.

I was on cloud nine. I went back to Ft. Campbell that Saturday evening with Lisa saying I love you, replaying in my head over and over. We had made a date for the following Saturday. It had cooled off somewhat by then so we planned to just see a movie or something. Lisa greeted me in her usual way by running out to the car, but said her dad wanted to talk to me before we left.

He got right to the point. Do you love Lisa? he asked.

Yes, I replied. She's perfect.

You'll learn, he said with a knowing wink. Her dad was really cool, but never hesitated to say what was on his mind.

Her mom and I have talked things over and don't worry; we really like you a lot, he continued. But do remember that Lisa is still a senior in high school.

Is my age a problem? I asked. I'm only two years older than she is.

No, no. That isn't it, he replied. What are your plans? Are you staying with the army as a career?

I explained how I went in to get some experience in electronics and how I was saving for school when I got out.

Education is important, Jeff said. That is why we have already talked to Lisa. Her education comes first, including college. We don't want you two making plans that could get in the way of that. Do you understand?

I think so.

I want you to promise me something, man to man, that if her education ever gets in the way of the two of you that her education comes first.

I asked, Does she know you're asking me to promise that?

He replied, She does and she understands that is the way we expect it to be.

He seemed to know something that I didn't. I knew Lisa was really smart and college was in her future, but we were in love. We'd make it work outI thought. You have my word, I told him.

Good, I believe you, he said. Don't get me wrong; like I said, we like you. Kris is already chewing you out like one of the kids. She doesn't do that unless she considers you family. And if things work out for the two of you, we have a fine technical school right here in town and the Ace always needs some good help.

I should explain that Jeff owned an Ace hardware franchise. He basically just told me if things worked out, that I could get my degree there and become part of the family business. He was making me a good faith promise too.

From that point forward, I was officially recognized as Lisa's boyfriend. We never spoke of being engaged, or when we get married, but we did say if a lot.

I stopped going home. Every weekend I was free was spent in McKenzie, except the weekend in the middle of Air Assault School. Knowing I was kind of tired, Lisa came over to visit me instead. Well seeing her instantly got my adrenaline pumping and instead of hanging around and being tired, I showed her around Clarksville, including Austin Peay University to put that bug in her ear. We also ended up out at the county fairgrounds along the Cumberland. It was only sixty-seven degrees that day, but she saw the rope swing out into the deep part of the river and told me I could go with her or she could ride herself. (Sidebar: What's with these disgraceful boyfriends and husbands on You Tube who will let their girlfriends and wives end up in the water and not join them?) I wasn't about to let her go alone, so to the amusement of others enjoying the county fair park, we swung into the river in our jeans, t-shirts and goose bumps for over an hour. At least the September heat wave had kept the water pretty warm. Her jeans were a lovely wet shade of blue and her wet red t-shirt plastered to the outline and texture of the lacey light blue bra she wore underneath it. (Of course I knew what her underwear looked like! Maybe not that moment, but later that evening.) No one else braved the chilly temperatures to join us, but that was fine with us. We were just a couple of in love goofballs and if no one else wanted to swing into the river, that meant there were more times we could.

If you'll recall, I took my four-day pass I received for completing Air Assault School locally and my parents visited. Saturday, we went to Nashville, but Sunday I took them to McKenzie to meet Lisa and her family.

Just imagine if Dad's family was from Tennessee instead of southern Indiana, I told them. I did get them out of there before bedtime though just in case Lisa's family hadn't switched to pajamas yet.

Fall was a lot of fun. Lisa went to a Star Trek convention in Nashville with me and even dressed up. (We were Kirk and Rand, complete with beehive wig.) Lisa always helped with the chamber of commerce haunted house and I helped with her one Saturday where we both played zombies.

Fall was also college application and scholarship time. Lisa applied to Bethel, a private university in McKenzie, Austin Peay, which would have been awesome for me, and Vanderbilt in Nashville. She really wanted to be a teacher. Her English teacher had suggested his alma mater in California, Stanford. It was very expensive, but as a member of the alumni association, he had sponsored her scholarship application. He told her, No guarantees, but you never know.

We continued seeing each other very regularly. My parents wondered if I was ever going to come home. Christmas came and to their chagrin, I spent the first day of my leave with Lisa before heading home. And I finally met Lisa's brother, Jeff.

Spring arrived and with it the realization of our lousy timing. Sometimes two people are in the right place in their lives, settled in careers, etc. and would be prefect for each other, but they never meet. Other times two people meet and are soulmates, but it is the wrong time of life. Other commitments are in the way. We found out we were the latter. College acceptance letters started coming in. She got accepted by all three colleges in Tennessee, but no scholarship offers. Then came the acceptance from Stanford, and with it, a four-year free ride academic scholarship, the rarest of the rare.

Lisa was ecstatic and devastated at the same time. I was simply devastated. What would that mean for us? She had to take it. Her parents had four more kids to get through school. A free ride to one of the finest schools in the country was too good to pass up. We both had to keep our promises we had made.

I remember the conversation so vividly. Does this mean we have to break up? I asked.

I don't want to, she said, holding me close. They didn't say we had to. They just said we had to make education the priority.

Let's just take it one day at a time, then, I said.

O.K, she replied. You be my boyfriend and I'll be the best girlfriend you ever had.

That wasn't hard, considering my experiences up until that point. However, and if you ever tell my wife I said this, I'll kill all of you, Lisa always has been the best girlfriend I ever had.

We pressed on and did our best to push her impending departure to the back of our minds. We succeeded at first, well for most of the summer actually. However, that gets into a lot of upcoming chapters so that is all I'm saying. Things changed a little. I think her parents wanted to make sure we enjoyed every moment we could together. Rules changed. Curfew was eliminated on non-school nights. Uncle Roy only scheduled her to work weekdays at the water slide when it opened and no holidays. The thing that shocked me the most was that the taboo on going up to her bedroom was lifted. Just don't 'get into trouble,' Lisa said her mom told her.

My birthday was in April. Now I was twenty and she was seventeen. It wouldn't be split like that for long, though. It made it a little more exciting though, now that she was technically jail bait. I'm pretty sure having free access to her room was considered parental consent, however. Oh, and with her younger brothers around we had to try to be discrete. We had to at least act like we were going to watch TV or something. Of course Connie knew the deal. I went over the Saturday after my birthday. Lisa gave me a present downstairs and then took me upstairs and gave me my real present on her knees and showed me that she really had been practicing with the bananas.

That brings us to May, 1984 and Memorial Day Weekend, the unofficial start of summer in the USA. I would typically be home at my uncle's house listening to the Indianapolis 500 on the radio then, but not this year. Thank you for indulging me in this prologue. Our real story begins.

I couldn't believe how busy Paris Landing was as I crossed the Highway 79 causeway on Kentucky Lake. While it was going to be hot and sunny all weekend, Western Kentucky and Tennessee had received way above average rainfall all that month. The lake was far above its normal pool. I was surprised Lisa had suggested meeting here for the first day of our holiday weekend together, but she assured me that the park and beach were both open.

The beach area was crowded, but you couldn't even see the seawall. The water line was at least thirty or forty yards beyond it up to the bandstand and even into the parking lot. Indiana state parks would have closed the beach, but here people were happily swimming in water I could see was very, very muddy and looking like they were having a ball. I was in love with a goof ball and so was she. What did we care.

I could see the big Mercury wagon sitting in the parking lot from the highway as I approached and Lisa was sitting on the open tailgate. She waved big when she heard me honk and saw the Impala pass the beach.

The entrance was a bit further down the road so I was a minute or so getting to the beach. Lisa had parked in the lot closest to the highway which was the most flooded, but it was also the least crowded so I was able to pull in next to her.

We had been together for nearly a year and in that time, sun, rain or blowing snow, I had never made it more than a few steps from the car when I was meeting Lisa, be it at her house or somewhere like this. Today was no exception. I just shut the car door and her arms were wrapped around my neck and she was defining public display of affection with sloppy kisses. On the other hand, once she started, I always let her decide when we were finished!

Mmmm! I missed you! she said, squeezing the side of her face against my chest and holding me in a bear hug.

We saw each other last weekend and talked three times this week, I kidded.

And that wasn't nearly enough! she shot back. I love you too much!

I love you too, I said, and you've got me all to yourself for three days. What did you tell your parents you were doing this weekend?

Camping with a friend, she replied.

They have any idea which 'friend'?

She gave me a sly grin, Pretty sure they do!

Eying what she was wearing, I said, Nice outfit.

Do you like it? she asked and did a little twirl with her arms out to show it off. It consisted of black denim cut off shorts, her Lisa belt, salmon colored sleeveless blouse and what had been her good sneakers when I first met her, now demoted to swim shoes. Then there was the bra. She had chosen a white one that was thicker on the sides so when she held her arms up, it was clearly visible through her arm holes. As always, her face was fully done up, eyeshadow, mascara, blush and rose lipstick that most of which was now on me. I loved my little goof ball.

Yeah, goin' full redneck, I see, I replied. The bra's a nice touch.

Just wait'll we get in that muddy water, she said.

I can't believe it's open, I commented. The beach is under water.

This place is always a mud pit, she replied.

Paris Landing held a special place for both of us because it is where we met. Lisa had long since confessed that she had been watching me swimming in cut offs and a t-shirt for a while before she got her nerve up to come down and talk to me, and she knew she was going to get swamped by the boat wake long before it happened. It was the excuse she needed to get in the water with me, since I was being too much of a gentleman and not pulling her in. She had to go to dinner like that, but meeting me had been worth it. At least she said it was!

Since the water was so high up beyond the sea wall into the grass and we wouldn't be wading in the normal rock/mud bottom, we decided to go in without shoes for a change.

We held hands and walked barefoot down through the grass.

Oooo! Lisa squealed when our feet went into the water. It wasn't that it was cold. The water was really warm. Her reaction was our feet sinking into the mud. The grassy area wasn't used to being submerged.

You O.K? I asked.

Yeah, Lisa replied. I just wasn't ready for it to be so muddy. It feels good once you're used to it.

She was right. Mud squishing between your toes is a simple pleasure everyone should enjoy.

Looking around, people were swimming in more mud than water it seemed. I little girl's white bathing suit was tinted tan and was working on brown. Girls and women's hair was a matted mess. I looked down into the ankle-deep water where we were standing and couldn't even see our feet in the brown swirls around them.

We're gonna get muddy, I cautioned.

Says the guy who shoved mud down my underpants at the dam, she said with that sly, playful grin.

Hey, you said you enjoyed that! I came back with.

I know, she said.

Then if we're gonna get muddy, let's go for it! I said.

I swept her up and started running for deeper water. Lisa was screaming and laughing at the same time. I got to about stomach-deep and dove under with her. We both stood up sputtering in a brown cloud of muddy, muddy water. Lisa splashed me and I splashed back. Then I grabbed her and we wrestled for a second, giggling and being silly before I threw all of my weight into it and toppled both of us over to the bottom.

Her hair was over her face when she surfaced. She got it out of the way and stood up to face me. She was looking at me with an expression that I don't think has a name, but everyone's seen it. Only girls do it. She was panting (from the wrestling) and laughing at the same time, trying to look pissed, but she was really having too much fun to be pissed. She's supposed to be annoyed, but she likes the attention too much. My wife used to do it all the time when I would throw her in the swimming pool. Wait! Wrong girl in the wrong story. I'm jumping ahead a few chapters.

Lisa's hair was already showing the signs of being muddy. This was going to be an interesting three days since where we were going camping tonight had no showers. Ah, who cares? We're together and having fun and that's all that mattered.

Her blouse went completely transparent and showed off the very proper bra she had on. It looked a lot like this one. I know because I could see every detail and the wet blouse even clung to the texture in the fabric.

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I say again, 'Nice bra,' I teased her.

I believe that is what you requested, sir, she shot back. She was absolutely right. When we decided to go to Paris Landing to start off our three-day weekend together, she asked me what I wanted her to wear. I said either a wet shirt and nothing else or wear a bra that no one would mistake for a bathing suit top. That one certainly filled the bill, and it and the top where already getting a brown tint to them.

It certainly is, I said and reached for her. Lisa's pouting grin widened into a real one and she snickered when I pulled her into a sloppy wet kiss out there in the water in front of everybody. No one paid us any attention. Then again, we were essentially swimming in mud. It was wall to wall rednecks. People in nothing but bathing suits were probably only about five percent of the crowd. For guys, it was mostly cut offs and a few like me still had their shirts on. Women were more diverse. It was mostly cut offs but there were some walking shorts. The wore a mix of bikini tops, t-shirts, tanks, camisole tops, tube tops, a few blouses like Lisa's and equally as transparent, and I saw one grandma in a house dress. All in a typical day for Paris Landing State Park. I was wearing cut off Wranglers and a t-shirt that said, CRAZIERNEL that was left over from a shopping trip to the Cielo Vista Mall in El Paso during my Ft. Bliss days.

We went under and headed for deeper water just to see if we'd reach the sea wall before we were over our heads. We never found it.

We came back toward shallower water and started water wrestling. I dunked Lisa over and over, but she wouldn't quit so I finally started letting her dunk me. I felt bad that her blouse and bra were just getting darker and darker. We faced each other out of breath after the twentieth dunk or so and started laughing at the messes we'd made of each other. Our hair was like wet straw weighted down with the mud. My shirt and shorts and her top and bra were getting darker brown each time we stopped to take a look. Her makeup was running everywhere, and I still thought she was the prettiest girl on Earth.

Let's go get the boat and just float for a while, Lisa suggested.

We waded out of the water and made our way over to the partially submerged parking lot to see something funny. There was some sort of large Hispanic family reunion going on in the shelter house. All of the women were working getting food ready and the men were in the shallow water at the edge of the parking lot playing with a bunch of small children. One of the ladies who appeared to be maybe twenty or twenty-one, but definitely one of the youngest adults, came over to where the men and children were playing. She was wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and sneakers. She told them something, but one of the men grabbed her and started splashing her. She began screaming and then all, and I mean all of the kids gathered around her and started splashing. This attracted the attention of the ladies working under the shelter and they began to laugh and taunt her. This encouraged those in the water even more and the rest of the men joined in. I don't know why they never just hauled her out and dunked her, but that was their business. Once she was drenched beyond recognition, they let her go and she ran back to the shelter. I guess the women didn't want anyone soaked with muddy lake water working with the food because they sent her right back out again and she went back over and jumped in with the kids and men.

We finally made it to the car and got my inflatable boat and air pump. We floated around the beach for a while and when that got boring, we played the game we played on the day we met where we tried to hold each other standing up as long as we could. Were about as successful, falling into the muddy lake over and over, each time coming up sputtering and laughing, and watching our clothes turn browner and browner.

A couple of boys and a girl about ten-years-old started sliding through the wet grass right along the water's edge. Then more kids joined them and then teenagers.

Want to? I offered Lisa as we watched them from my raft.

She pulled the sopping wet blouse off her front. It was clearly ruined by the mud and was more brown now than salmon. She giggled and looked under each arm at where the once white bra was totally visible and saw that it was indeed brown. My clothes looked just as fabulous.

May as well! she said, beaming her infectious smile. We paddled in and left the boat to wait our turn. I went first and added ground in dirt, grass stain and bits of grass and clover to my already thrashed appearance. Lisa came right behind me and looked the same. In fact, she looked a lot like the girl at 7 min, 35 seconds:






(By the way, check out the rest of that video. The first girl featured, the one who eventually just dives into the mud, is a girl after my own heart!)

Lisa had a major green grass stain all across her front that got bigger and greener every time we did it. My shirt had some nice grass stains too, a couple of tears and my cut offs were green and brown across the legs. That's what happens when you slide through muddy grass about fifteen times or so.

It wasn't until our stomachs both started growling that we realized we had been playing in the mud and water from morning right into late afternoon.

Let's go eat! Lisa said. I'm starving!

O.K, let's find a place to change, I replied.

Who wants to change? she asked, looking at me like I was from the moon. I want to come back here later!

You want to go somewhere and eat looking like this? I asked, spreading my arms out. I should have known better. I'd been around her almost a year, but sometimes the carefree spirit she had set free in me got squelched by my more conservative upbringingbut only for a moment.

We can rinse off first, she said. She was giggling and illustrating the need to rinse by picking bits of clover out of her ruined blouse. But we can go to the place Dad always takes us, where he made me go right after I got out of swimming with you. Trust me. No one will care!

If you say so, I relented.

We ran into the lake and attempted to rinse off. It took care of the bits of grass and clover sticking to us everywhere, but that was it. The mud in the lake was so churned up by late afternoon that visibly brown water drops were dripping from our hair and down our bodies.

I let enough air out of the raft so that I could double it over and stick it in the trunk.

Don't we even want to dry off? I asked when she handed me the Mercury's keys. I figured we'd take it with its vinyl seats, but we were both still dripping brown water.

And ruin our towels? You're such a city boy sometimes, City Boy! she teased. (If you haven't caught the parallel, this is where I got Darcie's habit of calling Jim Sutton Yankee.) We'll just roll down the windows and let the wind dry us. We'll be fine!

Now ironically, Paris Landing State Park isn't in the town of Paris. Paris is a few miles down the road, so the water had stopped dripping by the time we reached the diner. However we were both still soaking wet and looked like we had been dragged through the mud, which wasn't far from the truth.

Despite being a wammer, even though I didn't know the term then, I was still a little self-conscious about being all wet or a mess away from the area it happened. (My time with Lisa cured that, fortunately.) I cautiously opened the door for her and we went in.

Just have a seat anywhere, sweetie! a lady called from behind the counter.

Thanks, Lisa called back. I think we're going to wash up first.

I went in the restroom. It was a one person type so luckily no one else was there. I waited until I heard the ladies' room door open for Lisa to come out before I came out so I wouldn't go through the restaurant by myself. Looking like a complete dork is easier if you have company.

Lisa and I found a table. Other than a couple of snickers from some people that quieted immediately, Lisa was right; no one really seemed to care that we looked like we crawled out of a swamp.

The same lady who had called to us when we came in came over with menus and silverware. She was a pretty blond with her hair done up in a very eighties big hair hairdo. She wore a tight French cut t-shirt with horizontal red and white stripes, tight straight leg jeans with an apron around them and blue canvas laced deck shoes. Her name tag said, Beverly.

Y'all been swimmin' at Paris Landing? she asked.

Yeah, I said with a nod.

Mmmm, hmmm, Lisa echoed.

That lake sure does get muddy when it's up, doesn't it? she said. Well, looks like y'all had a lot of fun anyway. Sure was a nice hot day for it. Life's too short not to have fun when you can.

She asked us what we wanted to drink and said she'd be back for our food orders.

See? I told you so! Lisa teased. Nobody cares that we both look like a disaster!

We had at least run combs through our hair before we came in. However, I could imagine what the shampoo was going to look like running off me when I finally got to wash my hair. That wouldn't be tonight though.

I was beginning to relax when someone came in to eliminate all of my self-consciousness.

It was a man and a woman. He was wearing jeans and cowboy boots. She had cut offs so short her hip pockets stuck out of the legs and a pair of flip-flops. He was wearing a t-shirt that had been white once and was now a tattle-tail gray and she had on a gray racer-back ribbed tank with no bra and the nipples pressed out through the front of it to prove it. But the kicker was, there wasn't anywhere on them, skin or clothing, that wasn't smeared with grease or motor oil, including their hair.

You two get that thing runnin' yet? Beverly asked them.

Nah! the lady replied. We started puttin' the engine back together and he decided he wanted to play instead. She spread her arms out to highlight her wrecked condition.

Well you take some soap out back and wash your hands with the hose, Beverly told them. You're not trashin' my bathrooms!

They both chuckled and some of the other patrons laughed. I decided if it was normal for them to come in like that, I could relax.

We went back to the beach after dinner. It had not started cooling off any so we dove back into the muddy water for a couple more hours. Someone was playing a radio near us kind of loud while we were in the grass taking a break and we heard a commercial for some place called Wonder Waters at the other end of the lake in Kentucky.

Want to check it out tomorrow? I asked. We hadn't really made any plans except for being together.

Sure! she replied, but you know you're taking me across state lines!

If you don't get that, there are, or at least were, laws in states that had a higher age of consent, especially in the south, that forbid taking a young woman across state lines into a state with a lower age of consent, for immoral purposes.

I'll take my chances, I quipped, besides, you're hardly innocent.

She wrinkled up her nose and snickered with her tongue stuck out between her teeth.

As dusk fell, we packed up both cars and drove up Highway 79 to Land Between the Lakes. When I look back I don't know why we picked one of the free primitive campgrounds instead of paying a little for one with things like showers. Then on the other hand, it was fun having the place to ourselves except for an RV that was parked there. There weren't any lights on at the time, so we were essentially alone.

I used my pump to inflate the air mattress Lisa brought and we slid it in the back of the wagon. Lisa snuggled up close to me beside the car. We kissed and caressed each other. Her hair was destroyed. You could feel the mud still in it. We didn't care. We were going to spend the night together for the first time.

I surveyed Lisa's outfit. Other than being dingy brown, her blouse and bra were O.K. Her shorts were black so they didn't show anything. Had anything been torn up, I would have been tempted to just rip it off her. I probably could have gotten away with it anyway, (She was very forgiving when it came to that sort of thing.), but I resisted temptation. Instead I started undressing her. She let me get her all the way down to her once-white-but-now-brown cotton panties before she even started on me. I let her catch up and when I was in nothing but a muddy pair of white briefs, (still wore them in civilian life occasionally then), I finished her off and then she totally exposed me. It was dark by then and the moon was out and it was so steamy making out naked in the moonlight. That is until the mosquitoes zoomed in. We hung our clothes over the Colony Park's massive luggage rack like a clothesline and ducked inside.

We lay together on the air mattress, groping each other and letting our tongues slide over each other's.

Want a sixty-nine? I asked.

She just giggled and gave me a sly flip of her eyebrows. I rolled onto my back with my erect cock standing up. Lisa swung around and swung her knee over my chest and lowered herself onto my face as she took me in her mouth. I licked her pussy, lapped up her juices and sucked on her clit and she bobbed on me and jacked my shaft at first, but as soon as she got warmed up she was going all the way down like a mad woman.

I will be the first to admit that I am nowhere near porn star proportions, but I still had to commend Lisa for sticking with it and doing her banana practice because even I could feel the back of her throat when her lips were touching my hair patch. She had done that all for me too. If you've been with me during all of the chapters, you know she was inexperienced at it when we met.

I am not sure how long we'd been at it, but I could always tell when she was ready. Other than the typical moaning, she would always start to flex on my face, trying to help things along. I was fine with that because she didn't care that I would start to thrust into her mouth.

MMMM! MMMM! she started moaning loudly and juices poured over my face. Not wanting to be all alone, she licked me and took it for all she was worth until I let loose and gave her a mouthful.

I heard her swallow and gasp, Oh, yeah! She turned around and straddled me face-to-face.

God, I love you! I said into those hungry brown eyes.

I love you too! she panted and dove into my face, kissing me. I had a face full of her and she had mouthful of me, but we didn't care and that didn't stop us from probing each other's mouths with our tongues.

We lay together in the puddles of sweat we'd made on the air mattress. Our future was in doubt. Our first night to spend together was in the back of a station wagon car camping. We both smelled like lake water and mud. We didn't care. We were in love and that was all that mattered.

The holiday weekend continues in Chapter 12