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The Wetgalfan Chronicles Chapter 14
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The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 14
Happy Birthday, Lisa! (Apologies to The Simpsons)

Good morning, City Boy!

Good lord, I loved hearing that! I could have heard that every morning from then on and never gotten tired of it. Lisa was bent over the bed, inches above my face, with an expression that said she would have loved to take me then and there. Her light brown hair hung down to frame her face and tickle mine with the ends. It was a heavenly vision to wake up to. She bent further down and pressed her lips to mine. I put my arms around her and when I felt the bra, resisted the temptation to pop the clasp.

Breakfast is almost ready, she said. I sat up and swung my feet over the side of the bed. Lisa sat down next to me with her arm around me. I had slept in a pair of red boxer briefs with longer legs than the gray patterned pairs I often wore around her. My lovely little goofball was wearing a white bra and lime green bikini panties.

Good morning and Happy Birthday! I said and kissed her again.

We went up the steps to the kitchen. Jeff Senior and the boys were there at the table already. Kris was working at the stove. It would have been a typical family picture had we not all been in underwear. Hey, when in Rome

Well good morning! Kris said. We've got one more to get here and we'll have a full house for a change.

Had Jeff Junior not been at Ft. Stewart, I would have needed to find and other seat at the over-sized dinette. Lisa and I took seats next to each other. No one paid us any mind. The two younger boys were fidgeting and their dad was trying to get them to stop.

Connie came through the doorway, saw me and a wicked grin came on her face. Time to get even for last night, I assumed. She was wearing a light blue satiny bra with spaghetti straps and dark green and lime green striped bikini panties. Whatever she had in mind was worth seeing that.

Mmmm! Those are cute! she quipped and snapped the back of my waistband where my bottom half was visible under the back of the classic vinyl dinette chairs with metal tube frame.

Yes, Connie, and I'm sure he likes your too, Kris chided. Sit down. This family has had breakfast together in whatever we wore to bed since your dad and I got married. We're not going to start making a fuss about it now.

Two chairs were left, one at the end of the table which since Jeff sat at the other end I assumed was Kris's, and one to my left. Of course Connie slipped into that one. Then again, I had Lisa on my other side not a bad spot to be in.

Kris set two big plates of pancakes and sausage on the table, Jeff said a blessing and we served family style. I was used to eating among a big family by now having been at the house for several dinners. This was my first breakfast though and everything that went with it. It didn't bother me much. I guess with everyone dressed the same way, you forget about it.

I got dressed after breakfast. It was going to be a very, very informal party since we'd probably all end up swimming anyway, and since it was going to be out on the deck and Tennessee was getting hot already that summer. Lisa had said she was wearing jeans, so I did too. I also wore some old sneakers and an orange shooter t-shirt that had the air assault badge logo on it. Lisa and Connie were dressed almost alike in jeans and camisole tops with their bra straps sticking out. (That look drove me crazy!) Even Kris dressed that way. Lisa's top was teal with a white bra. I guessed it was what she'd worn to bed since Connie obviously had the same satiny blue bra under a bright blue top. Kris wore a pink top with a white bra beneath. My goofball and her kid sister wore old sneakers and Kris wore nice flip flops, the kind with braded straps instead of rubber.

While helping decorate, Kris pulled me aside.

We have a tradition for the kids' birthdays around here, she told me. Connie usually does it for Lisa, but I want you to be part of it for her birthday this year.

She went on to explain how the tradition worked and how everyone was in on it, including the guest of honor. They were a fun family.

Friends started showing up just after one o'clock. Of course Bret came and attached himself to Connie, and I remember Lori being there. I knew the rest at the time, but it has been too many years.

Most of us were listening to music and talking on the deck. A few others had made their way down to the dock. Guys were acting like they were going to push girls in. The girls would run, but come right back.

What's the over/under on who goes in first? I joked.

Lisa started to reply, I bet

She was cut off by Kris yelling out the kitchen window: Y'all keep outta that water until after we do cake and presents! The cake'll be ready in two minutes!

Mom put an end to that, Lisa said.

Kris kept her word and Jeff opened the door to let her out. She started singing, Happy Birthday to You, and we all joined in. It was a decent sized sheet cake with pink whipped icing. The burning candles were all in one corner, just like Kris had explained they would be.

She set the cake down on the picnic table and when we finished singing, Lisa gave me a knowing grin and bent over the cake to blow out the candles, making sure her face wasn't over any of them. I had my hand on her back.

I should stop here and mention that even though this was before video cameras were anything but bulky full-size VHS units that cost thousands of dollars, a record of this from Jeff's Super 8 movie camera exists. At least it did at one time.

Anyway, Lisa bent over the cake to blow out the candles and my hand was resting on her back like a good boyfriend. Once the last candle was out, I slid my hand forward to the back of her head and shoved her whole face into the cake. Yes, that was the tradition, getting a cake face!

Lisa rose up, cackling so hard her whole body was shaking. Then everyone gathered around the table started scooping up the remnants and plastering her with them. Lisa just stood there laughing. This was one of those Everyone gets it. It's just your turn, things that happens in big families that I missed out on.

I got a big gob and smashed it into the top of her head and ground it into her hair. Connie grabbed some and shoved it down the back of her top. Even Kris got her once in the face. My sweet goofball stood there laughing her ass off the whole time, not once trying to get away or even trying to deflect any of the cake. In no time flat, the plate was empty and its contents were either all over the deck or all over Lisa. Someone even smashed a big piece into her but. It may have been some guy from Ft. Campbell, but I'm not saying.

O.K, O.K, Kris chided. Let her get wiped off and we'll have the real cake.

Yes, Kris had even baked duplicate cakes for the party. Apparently, they took their family traditions very seriously. She handed Lisa a towel and she got most of her face clean. She was still a wreck, with icing covering her hair and most of her clothes, but did that ever turn me on! When Kris and Jeff went back in to get the real cake, I quickly snuck up beside her and licked a big gob of icing off her ear.

For whatever reason, this was the first time I had been to a birthday party in their family. Too bad, I would have loved to have given Connie a big piece in the face. I liked her a lot, but I guess she decided that since I never had a pesky younger sister growing up, that she would fill in as a surrogate. I miss that sometimes.

It was cake and ice cream and then presents. I had two for Lisa, but I could only give her one in mixed company, and that is what she opened at the party. However, I never told her it's real origin. I had bought it in Juarez, Mexico when I was still at Ft. Bliss. It was a necklace with a silver dove inlaid with turquoise and coral. It matched a ring I wore at that time. I had bought it originally for Hanna just before leaving Ft. Bliss and was keeping it for her birthday. We were over for good long before that. I knew that I'd meet someone one day I wanted to have it. Now she did.

What was the other gift, you ask? It was a sexy matching bra and panties set. I gave them to her in a more private setting and yes, she did model them for mejust before I took them off with my teeth.

Then it was time for the second half of the tradition, at least for the kids who had warm weather birthdays. Kris came over to where Lisa and I were sitting and started to chew her and let her southern drawl out completely.

LISA ANN RUETER! she shouted. Just look at you! Y'all are a total mess at your own party! Someone give this messy girl a bath right now!

That was my cue. Lisa started to laugh immediately as I got up. She gave no resistance at all when I pulled her up out of her chair and threw her over my shoulder. People started to laugh and cheer as I made my way off the deck, through the yard and straight down the dock. Now I was supposed to just stop and toss her in, but the excitement got the best of me and I started running and ran straight off the end of the dock.

Lisa surfaced next to me with her hair stuck to her face. Laughing, we swam back to the dock.

Hold it! I said, hanging from the floating dock's ladder. You've still got some in your hair!

I splashed water onto her head and then rubbed my hand around, further messing her wet and tangled hair and shoving it around into her face. My love just floated there laughing.

I followed her up the ladder. Her top had turned from teal to a dark turquoise and water drained in steady streams from her jeans legs and mine.

Then we heard the screaming. Bret had Connie over his shoulder just like I had carried Lisa and he was heading down the dock at full gallop.

Gangway! he shouted and shoved Lisa off the dock before leaping off of it himself. All three of them splashed into the water.

By the way, all of this was on the Super 8 film as well.

Lisa swam back to the dock and extended her hand for me to help her out. Oh, of course I saw where it was going. I reached out and to no one's surprise including mine, Lisa yanked me back into the pond from the dock.

Geronimo! Lori's boyfriend shouted, flying off the dock above us with her over his shoulder cackling like crazy. Lori is in jeans, but also that tight Foxy t-shirt she was wearing at the water slide when we met.

The rest of the partiers, including Lisa's brothers and some of their friends who had just come for cake, were all in the pond in about one minute. Jeans seemed to be the most popular party wear, although Mike and Charlie and a couple of their friends were in cut off shorts and one girl, who seemed a little upset at first when her boyfriend jumped in with her, was wearing a mini t-shirt dress, which flipped up and showed her panties when he let go of her over the water, and clung to every detail of her underwear. However after seeing what a great time everyone else was having and how other girls were in the same boat, at least up top, who were wearing t-shirts, camisole tops and tanks, she lightened up and enjoyed herself.

We looked a lot like this bunch, although there were a lot more of us.






Lisa's mom and dad were the only ones left on the deck. That didn't last long though.

Look at my dad, Lisa said.

Jeff was propping his Super 8 camera on the table and focusing on the end of the dock. He was in jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Kris was leaning on the deck fencing, not paying attention to him. Once he got his camera set up, he snuck up behind her and swept her over his shoulder.

Jeff! (HA-HA) Cut it out! (HA-HA-HA) she screamed but it was all over. While the rest of us cheered, he ran off the end of the dock with her.

Kris gave him the same naughty boy grin that Lisa gave me whenever I got away with something like that. My darlin' had learned to be a good sport honestly. Unlike that time she lost the bet and had to jump the bike into the water, she stayed in the pond with everybody else for the rest of the party. Lisa told me she always swam with them when they were little and always in her clothes, but this was the first time I'd seen her relax and have fun in the pond since we'd met. It wasn't the last, though.

I was pretty sure that most everyone knew we'd end up in the water, but in case they'd had other party activities planned, they were cancelled in favor of chicken fights, water battles on inner tubes, water volley ball and a fully clothed cannon ball competition.

The party broke up around five and Lisa, Connie, Bret and I got cleaned up and dried off for a double date to the movies. Star Trek III: the Search for Spock was playing. I stepped up my game and wore a pair of solid red jams and a Hawaiian shirt. Lisa wore a bright red denim mini-skirt, a tight blue cropped tank top and a Hawaiian style blouse. (Hawaiian shirts were very big in the eighties.) Connie and Bret didn't dress up as nice since they let slip that they were going to the dam after the movie for a little night sliding and whatever. I guessed it was more whatever than anything else.

Oh yeah, Lisa also wore the necklace I gave her.

The was one of the few times I took her out that I actually drove my own car. After the movie, Bret and Connie headed off in his truck. Lisa said she wanted to go for a drive. She snuggled up against me. I had my arm around her and I kept finding interesting places to put my hand. Finally I reached up her skirt, pulled her underwear to the side and started fingering her. At first she gave me one of those What am I going to do with you? glances, but quickly gave herself over to letting me give her two orgasms as we drove around town and the surrounding area.

Mmmm, now you got me all hot and sweaty! she complained after the second one. She was looking up at me with a sexually satisfied grin on her face and hair sticking to sweaty places on her forehead and cheeks. Man, that looked hot!

I was just about to suggest that we head out to the dam for a little whatever when Lisa jumped up and turned around to face me in the front seat. Take me swimming! she said.

Now? Like this? I asked, gesturing to her uncommonly nice outfit.

Sure! Why not? she shot back. Didn't you say that you wanted to see me in a wet skirt?

Not in so many words, I teased. I might have hinted

Take me swimming! she interrupted.

I really had no reason to say no, nor did I want to. I would be lying if I said I didn't at least think how good Lisa would look all wet in that outfit when I first saw her in it.

O.K, Goofball, I replied. Where to?

Go out 79 to the Shooting Star, she directed. That's Lori's dad's motel. He won't care. We do this all the time!

So there was yet another place I could take my Lisa to get her wet.

I pulled into the motel. It was about ten o'clock. The pool was empty, but lit up brightly both on the deck and in the sides under the water. There was a combination padlock on the gate, but Lisa unlocked it like she owned the place.

Twenty-four, seven, thirty-three, if you're interested, she told me.

Who all knows that? I asked.

Just Lori's friends, Lisa replied. Don't worry. She counts you, even though you're a city boy.

Just for that I threatened and swept her up in my arms. I had left everything but my keys in the car when we got out so I was ready for the water. (No key fobs to worry about ruining in those days.)

Lisa was already starting to shriek and giggle. Anything important in your pockets? I asked.

Still giggling, my goofball shook her head, No, and kicked off the canvas slip ons she was wearing. I stepped out of my canvas oxfords and walked out onto the diving board.

Last chance to back out, I teased.

She furrowed her brow and wrinkled up her nose. I said, 'Take me swimming,' City Boy!

I shook my head and ran down the board and took one bounce.

Lisa squealed, WEEE! and we were in the water.

Treading water under the board, she said, Thanks, I'm all cooled off now! and kissed me. Her mascara was already starting to run, so she had worn the cheap stuff. Did she have this planned? She never admitted it.

You're crazy, I said.

But you love me anyway!

So very true!

We swam to the ladder. Lisa was pulling herself out and letting me enjoy the water pouring from her blouse and the hem of her skirt when we both heard, Hey! Who's out in the pool?

It's Lisa.

Just Lisa? the male voice from the silhouette looking out the office door asked. Sounds like more than that! I could hear his voice cracking as if he was getting a kick out of questioning her. Lisa must have been telling me the truth about doing this all the time.

Well, Jim's out here too, she replied.

That meant nothing to him. He'd never met me. Jim, who?

That's my boyfriend! Lisa explained.

Well just don't wake anybody up, the silhouette said and closed the door.

Lori's dad, Lisa explained.

I gathered that, I replied as I stepped off the pool ladder.

My Lisa was a vision of sopping wet loveliness. Her hair was plastered down as usual. She had her blouse tied at the waist. It was white with a Hawaiian lily pattern so her skin and the blue cropped tank top showed right through. Wet, it sagged on each side of her breasts and showed off her braless nipples poking out through the cotton tank. It shined under the pool lights as did the bright red mini-skirt, now a deep carmine with water still running in streams from the hem. She saw me staring and struck a pose.

What do y'all think? she asked. You like my wet skirt?

I love you wet or dry, I replied.

We started to kiss and a more familiar voice interrupted us. Hey! What's goin' on? Lori asked, running down the walk from the office toward the pool. Didn't y'all get wet enough at your party?

Apparently not for her, I said as Lori came in the gate. She was dressed for bed wearing a pink tank top and pink pajama pants with little zebras, monkeys and toucans printed on them and a pair of ninety-nine cent flip flops.

Well, you both look divine! she replied. As she punched the word divine, she tilted her head back with her arm across her forehead in the fainting diva pose.

Lisa grinned wickedly and nodded first at Lori and then at the pool. She didn't have to suggest it twice. I grabbed Lori's shoulders and Lisa went for her feet.

HEY! NO! STOP! I just got ready for bed! Lori protested and started to kick.

Here, You get her arms! I said to Lisa when I saw she was having trouble.

Lisa took her arms and I got hold of her legs. Still protesting, she kicked a few times but my army physically trained arms got her legs under control. I started to lift them and Lisa got her hands under Lori's shoulders.

NO! Come on, guys! I just had a bath! Lori whined, her voice cracking under her protests. She knew the inevitable was coming.

Since we were still on the deep end, Lisa and I both took a couple of running steps and jumped in with her. Lori screamed until we hit the water.

We all popped back up in the deep end. Errr! Lori growled and made a half-hearted attempt to splash us. We all swam for the shallow end and when we all could touch, she faced us in the chest deep water. Her brow was scowling, but her mouth was quivering as she fought to keep from laughing.

I hate both of you! she declared.

Never get between Lisa and a body of water, I teased.

Or you either! Lori said.

I'm surprised your dad hasn't yelled at us for making too much noise, Lisa commented.

If he comes out her, it will only be to say, 'I told you so!' Lori replied. He said you guys would probably throw me in.

You have to admit, I began, it's a nice night to be in the pool.

It was. It was still very warm and humid and the early summer heat had warmed up the small hotel pool to a heavenly temperature.

Since you got me all wet, I'm staying and crashing your little private pool party! Lori declared. She climbed up the shallow end steps. Her tank top, though opaque, clung to every detail of her nicely proportioned breasts. (There must be something in the water there that made every girl in that town a babe.) The pajama pants did the same to her tight ass. She acted as if being in the pool in her pajamas was no big deal. Ignoring the fact that her flip-flops had come off during our plunge and were floating around, she walked the length of the pool to the diving board. Lori ran to the end, did a quick bounce and a flip before splashing under feet first.

I wish I could do that, I said when she swam back to Lisa and me.

You can't flip off the board? Lisa asked.

No, I learned to swim and get comfortable in the water late, I replied. I know how to dive at least. A cute life guard at the post pool taught me last summer.

Lisa shot me a Yeah, right, expression. That's about the only thing I can do off the board other than a cannon ball, I explained.

Lisa looked at Lori and shared a nod. We're going to teach you tonight, Lisa said.

As long as you don't mind listening to a couple of girls, Lori teased.

And for the next hour and a half, Lori dressed in her pajamas, and Lisa dressed in what she wore to the movie, taught me how to do both forward and back flips off the board. I got a lot of water up my nose and they got some good laughs at some of my failed attempts until I got it right, but I eventually did get it.

Lori loaned us some towels so we wouldn't completely drench my front seat when we left. We drove back to Lisa's house and her both her folks were ready for bed, but watching a movie that was just ending when we came in.

You'd think I gave birth to fish the way these kids can't stay out of the water! Kris scolded when she saw our soaked condition. Connie just came in here and just as soaked. Didn't you kids get enough water at the party?

Someone else asked us that a little earlier, I said.

I'll bet, Jeff commented.

I'm going to go down and make sure Jim gets situated, Lisa declared with an eye on me.

I thought you got him situated last night, Kris replied, flipping her eyebrows at the word, situated. Just the same, you make sure to get some sleep. We've got church in the morning. Lord, her parents were cool!

Jeff and Kris headed for the stairs. Lisa led me to the basement stair. We showered, and I gave her a repeat performance of the previous night, but she only teased me. Dried off, she walked me to the bed in nothing but the necklace I'd given her.

I'm all yours, she said, stroking my cock. Consider it another 'unbirthday' present.

Mmmm, what all does that mean? I asked, pulling her close and pressing her tits to my chest.

It means, do whatever you please and ask me for whatever you want, City Boy.

O.K, you asked for it, I said and flipped my eyebrows.

I turned around and lay back on the bed. Lisa saw my erect cock at attention and knew exactly what that meant. She straddled me on all fours and backed herself down onto me. For only having two boyfriends before me and being told then she wasn't all that good, Lisa was an absolute freak when she wanted to be. She and Connie must have read a lot of magazines. Hovering over me on her hands and knees, she started rapid, short thrusts. We'd call it twerking now but then I called it incredible.

I wanted this to last as long as possible, so before I passed the point of no return, I looked in her face as she gazed down at me with the sluttiest expression she could muster and flipped my tongue at her.

O-o-o-o-h! she mouthed, nodding in understanding. She slid off me a came up my body to sit on my chin. I'm gonna tell Mom she needs to feed you better when you're here so you don't need to eat so much pussy!

Oh, you don't have to do that, I replied and plunged my tongue up into her. She reached behind her and masturbated me in gentle strokes for maintenance.

Amongst her sweetness, I got a little bitterness a couple of times and realized I had probably, leaked some before. Oh well, I was committed. I guess it wasn't any worse than kissing her after she'd swallowed which I'd done numerous times!

She came on my face. I didn't make her squirt, but she was leaking all over me just the same.

This isn't how you want to cum, is it? she asked as sweetly as she could.

No, I've got an idea, I said. Lie down on the edge of the bed.

I'd read a few things and seen a few movies myself. I was in the army after all. I spun her around so her legs were hanging off the side. I folded them back and held them and plunged into her waiting pussy. Lisa started moaning again and then started to play with herself.

We went at it like that for a while and she nearly came again a couple of times. Then I heard her gasp something about, mouth.

What? I asked.

Fuck me in the mouth! she said louder.

Really?

She nodded emphatically in rhythm with my thrusting and then reached under the pillow and produced a ribbed dildo. Now when in hell did she hide that there? Fuck me in the mouth, she repeated.

I stopped and let her get turned back around on the bed. I faced her feet hovering over her head and inserted myself into her welcoming mouth. She shoved the dildo in and started working and I started taking short thrusts.

Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm! I heard.

I pulled out for a moment, What?

All of it! Give me all of it!

If she said so. At least the angle I was at agreed with the shape of her mouth and throat. But as I said, I was far from porn star proportions, (as I assume most of you are too), so I wasn't going to do too much damage.

She kept a tight, west seal on me. I figured as long as she was enjoying herself with the dildo, then she wasn't in any distress from what I was doing, so I enjoyed myself. Her moans got louder and more frequent. Suddenly I saw her start to spray the bed, grunting and moaning. I relaxed and shot a load into her mouth and gave it a few extra thrusts for good measure.

Both of us panting and laughing, I rolled over onto my side and sat up facing her. I was still erect and she looked down and grinned at the one or two drops that came leaking out. She bent over and licked them off like she was sucking on a Tootsie Pop.

We're definitely gonna need to be in church tomorrow, I joked.

Why? she shot back. You just took me to heaven!

The guest bed was a twin, but Lisa snuggled up with me in it anyway, squirting orgasm mess and all. We set the alarm on my watch so she could get upstairs and in bed before anyone else got up. I lay there, listening to her breathe, and wondered how our future could possibly get any better.

I would find out as the year wore on that it was getting a lot worse. But for now, join me for Chapter 15 and Lisa's graduation.
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