The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 15
The Graduation and the Rope Swing

The McKenzie High School graduation was the Saturday following Lisa's birthday, the 9th I believe. I didn't go to the ceremony itself. Like so many schools, they only had limited room. Jeff and Kris went along with both sets of their parents and Jeff Junior who had made it home on a four-day pass from Ft. Stewart. That was fine. I helped Connie, Mike and Bobby put up the decorations outside. Jeff Senior got all of the commencement on his Super 8 and Jeff Junior took my 35mm Pentax to get some still shots for me as long as I promised to share reprints with the family. Remember going to get your pictures developed and going back for reprints?

Everyone who was at the ceremony came home. Lisa still had her cap and gown on over the pink and white check print sundress and faux leather sandals. Most people had dressed informally as it was held outside in the football stadium. Not having gone, Connie and I were both even more casual. I was in jeans and a penguin shirt. (That was a golf shirt. I don't even remember the brand, but they were popular in the eighties and early nineties. I had no dress shoes with me at Ft. Campbell other than my low quarters dress uniform shoes, so I had my dock siders and dark socks instead of sneakers as usual. Connie also wore jeans, faux sandals similar to Lisa's and one of those eighties blouses similar to what Mary Beth wore in the first story I told about her.

Lisa was making her rounds, posing for pictures. It was one of the only times I remember that the two of us were in the same place and not on each other's arm.

Connie said to me, She's gonna ask to take a group photo with us out on the dock. We're supposed to shove her in the pond.

You're kidding! I said. Won't people freak out?

Yeah, but she's burning up over there in that gown, Connie replied. Mom won't let her take it off.

O.K, I replied, we push her in. Is that all?

Nope, she wants you to push me in and then we'll both pull you in.

I looked down at the leather dock siders. They would undoubtedly be ruined, but at least they were a cheap knock off and not the real Top Siders that all the preppy kids wore in those days. (God, I hated those kids at my high school. Anyway) However I couldn't say. No, to my Lisa and one of her schemes if my life depended on it. Finally I said, And she hopes that with all three of us in the water it will turn into a pool party and she won't get in trouble. Fine. I'm in. Let me get my wallet in a safe place.

I normally stashed my wallet somewhere in the house if Lisa and I came out back since I can't think of one time that it was warmer than seventy degrees that we didn't end up in the pond. However, I figured, quite incorrectly apparently, that she would want to make an exception today. There were far worse things than ending up with Lisa in the pond in good clothes, such as not ending up in the pond with Lisa at all.

At least she waited until she'd made the rounds to all of the family and friends before grabbing Jeff Junior saying, Jim and Connie didn't get to come! Come and take some pictures of us with Jim's camera out on the dock! Dad! Bring your movie camera too!

Now, think about it. Why bring a movie camera down to film someone in a static pose? If you want a movie, we must be about to do something, right? Then on the other hand, I think her dad was in on it based on how things played out. He never confessed and Lisa never threw him under the bus.

Now, we did take at least one real picture of Lisa standing between Connie and me holding her diploma. You guys know what to do, right? Lisa said just loud enough for us to hear.

We both nodded.

Get a couple more, just in case, she said to Jeff Junior.

Here goes the first one, Jeff Junior replied. He took another real shot.

Hold it! I don't think I smiled in that one! Lisa claimed. Count us off. Take it on three!

That was our cue. Jeff counted to three and in the instant before, I snatched the diploma from her hands and Connie and I both gave her a shove. Jeff caught her in the air, falling with one foot up and the other on the edge of the dock. Of course the other Jeff caught the whole thing on Super 8.

Lisa let out a quick yelp and disappeared below the surface. There were some gasps from those in attendance and I heard a snicker from Uncle Roy. Then those who knew her well started to quietly laugh too.

What the heck? Kris yelled out, or maybe it was something else. There were kids present, so it had to be heck. She was on the deck and started heading our way. We needed to work fast if we were all going get in.

Hey! That wasn't funny! I shouted at Connie with mock indignation. She stuck her tongue out and I gave her a shove and sent her toppling off the dock.

That is enough! Kris declared. We'd annoyed her before with our antics, but I don't ever really remember making her angry. She was almost to the dock.

Lisa had retrieved her mortar board and was hanging on the dock at my feet. Sorry, I said. I'll help them out. I handed the diploma to Jeff Senior and then I bent over and gave Lisa a wink. She snickered, and as soon as I extended my hand, she was yanking me into the water with her. Sure I was dressed a little nicer than normal, but the pond felt great and I was swimming with Lisa and she was wearing a dress again. If I could just get her out of that graduation gown so I could see it before Kris sent all of us into the corner or something.

Jeff and Jeff were both laughing. Jeff Junior was running out the last of my film getting stills of us in the water and Senior was still rolling on his movie camera. Kris stopped at the edge of the dock. She was in a sundress that was light denim on the skirt and was white with yellow flowers on top. She also wore similar sandals to the girls. They must have been on sale at Walmart. (Yes, Wally World was around in smaller towns in the eighties before their huge explosion nationwide.)

Uh-oh, I mouthed.

You be quiet, she started, looking right at me. She shifted her gaze to each of us as she began to chew. Can't you kids take anything seriously? This was your graduation!

I don't remember the rest because I was trying too hard not to laugh. We were treading water getting chewed out and Jeff Senior was making puppet motions with his hand mocking her, and making shoving motions like he was going to push her in. It was Jeff Junior though who got the wild hair and with his dad getting all of it on the Super 8, he gave her a shove right in the back and set her sprawling right over our heads and splashing into the pond behind us.

That broke the tension and everyone watching started to laugh. Kris surfaced, grabbed the dock and let out an exasperated sigh. Fine! she relented. I guess it's a pool party now!

The three younger brothers were the first ones thundering down the dock. Stop! Kris commanded. Boys, at least take your shoes off!

All three of them were wearing leather loafers which the pond would have ruined. All three stopped and kicked off their shoes. Then they continued down the dock and dove in the water, dress slacks, dress shirts and socks intact.

Those of us unfortunate enough to end up in the water in our shoes sat up on the dock and took them off and I got out of my socks too. Lisa unzipped the graduation gown an left it on the dock. Water dripped from her bedraggled light brown hair and the hem of the sundress. She stood grinning at me.

Way to get me all wet in my graduation outfit! she joked. Her brow was furled, but her mouth was grinning.

Connie made me do it! I shot back. Connie had jumped back in already and was hanging from the dock, snickering at our exchange.

Kris, who had given up and given herself over to things, was floating on an air mattress within earshot. Yeah, and I suppose you had nothing to do with it! she chided Lisa. Jeff Senior had put down his movie camera and joined Kris in the water in his dress pants and white t-shirt having shed his dress shirt and tie. He was hanging onto the side of the mattress and tipped Kris off. She popped back up and growled at him but then they hung on both sides of the air mattress and kissed over it. If you wanted to know where Lisa and Connie learned to be good sports, there was your answer.

Three of Lisa's younger cousins, two boys and a girl, had just gotten permission to go in with their clothes on, (apparently the whole family wasn't as lenient, or is crazy the word I was looking for), and came running down the dock. I thought they were going to run right past us and jump in, but they stopped short and shoved Lisa and me back in.

I am sad to say that not everyone gave themselves over to the silliness. It was mostly just Lisa's immediate family and any kids who were there who ended up in the water. I was glad to see that none of the parents held their kids back and let them have fun. Growing up, there would have been a better than fifty percent chance of me being told, No, no matter how many of my cousins or friends were getting in. A few adults finally joined us, mostly moms wanting to keep an eye on their kids, but just the moms.

That reminds me of a distractionuh, story. There is a state park that used to turn its head at people swimming in a creek that ran through it, at least until there was a serious drowning incident and they put a stop to it. We had our kids out in the water playing and two families came down to the bank. It was a very hot day and their kids were dressed for it, as were the two wives who were wearing summer tops and shorts. However both husbands were in jeans, plaid dress shirts, sneakers and ball caps. I don't think it was a religious thing either judging by how the rest of their families were dressed. The kids saw other people playing in the water and the moms kicked off their shoes and brought them in, getting down in it and soaking themselves completely. The two fathers sat on the bank in the heat and watched the whole time. I've never understood people who do that.

Anyway, back to the story, Kris would climb out and try to play hostess, but one of the Jeff's would always drag her back into the pond, kicking and screaming. Lisa's grandmothers finally volunteered to take over since it was obvious they weren't going to let Kris stay out of the water. Our impromptu swim party lasted through the cookout and into the early evening. Eventually, people filtered out and headed home and it was just Lisa, Connie, their brothers and me left in the pond.

After showers, we went ahead and got ready for bed, (and by now you should know what that means). Jeff Junior, who I had only met during two leaves and before I'd ever spent the night at their house, was amazed at how I fit in to their sleeping customs.

Lisa came down to get me situated but we ended up just kissing goodnight. The Jeff's and Kris were talking in the kitchen when I went to bed and it didn't seem like they were going to quit any time soon. I was wearing the short leg boxer briefs with the patterns on them that Lisa like too! I watched her heading up the steps in her pink bra and teal bikini panties and thought Oh well, we have all summer.

Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I was awakened by a vision of loveliness in her underwear, bent over me and kissing me with her hair tickling my face.

Get up; I want to show you something! she said.

Why don't you show me something right here? I asked, misreading her.

Later! I meant to show it to you earlier, but I didn't know the party would run as long as it did.

I had unpacked and my grubby sneakers I wore in the mud and water were by the bed. I noticed Lisa was already wearing hers. Put these on, she said. We're going outside.

In our underwear? I asked.

Don't worry, she replied. It's warm enough.

That wasn't really what I meant, I shot back.

Oh, nobody's gonna see us! she assured me. We'll be in the woods. You're such a city boy sometimes.

But you love me anyway, I said.

I sure do! she replied and kissed me. Now come on!

She led me out of the house, around the pond and into the woods that bordered their backyard.

Where are we going? I asked.

It's a surprise! Lisa replied.

I had a guess. I knew there was a creek back there. We went inner tubing last September on a day that it really wasn't warm enough to be all wet. We justified it by saying we were just going to sit in the tubes and not get soaked. That lasted about two minutes until the first splashing started and ended with us tipping each other over multiple times. It was so much fun being young and stupid!

There was also something thrilling about being led through the woods by the hand by Lisa with only the moonlight and the small flashlight she grabbed on the way out and in our underwear. I'd gone in swimming at Land Between the Lakes like this a time or two, but the car was always right there. Middle of the night or not, this was the farthest I had ever been from my clothes.

We got to the creek and she led me along the bank a way. The trail climbed a rocky outcropping that I remembered from our tubing trip that was by a pretty deep spot in the creek. I remembered saying it was a shame that the rocks weren't right out over the water so we could jump in from them even though it was only sixty-eight degrees that day. By that point we were already soaked anyway and wouldn't have gotten any chiller.

Here it is! she said when we got to the top of the rocks. A swinging rope was secured to a sturdy branch that grew way out over the deep part of the creek. It even had a retrieval rope tied to the end of it that was secured to a tree behind the rocks.

I've wanted one of these ever since we played on that one in Clarksville, Lisa explained. Jeff came down here with Mike, Bobby and Charlie yesterday afternoon while I was at commencement practice and hung it. They already got to try it out.

Then she looked at me with those brown eyes and said, I would have wanted to wait and try it out with you anyway. Help me break it in.

I'd love to! I told her.

She turned off the flashlight and set it down. We got the rope off the hook that Jeff had screwed into the old tree and grabbed it together.

We were just about to swing out when she couldn't resist the urge to poke me in the ribs a little: Oh! You're not got to go all 'city boy' on me and insist we go down there and make sure the water is deep enough or something, are you?

I smirked and looked at her sideways. No, I trust you, I replied.

We both got a good grip, took a couple of running steps and jumped off the rock.

Ah-ha-ha! Lisa yelled as we swung out. We bottomed out and started back up. As soon as we had swung up as high as we could go, we both let go and dropped. One deep breath later and I was shooting downward though the not-exactly-warm creek water.

We popped up together. Ooooo! That's brisk! I exclaimed.

I bet you're awake now though, she replied with a giggle.

We swam to the bank and climbed out. I noticed that right under the rock was a nice bar of soft creek sand and filed it away for later.

Now used to the chilly water, there was nothing left to do but go again. We got back up to the top of the rock and even in the dim moonlight I could see how the teal panties had become mostly transparent and showed off Lisa's butt crack in the back and her camel toe in the front. Her bra gave just a little visible hint of her nipples, but the best part was how the chilly water and the night air made them poke right out.

She saw me looking at her and said, Checking me out, eh? Well just let me check you out too!

She gave me a playful slap on the ass and said, Mmmm! These give me a great view of your cheeks back here! They did cling rather nicely. I was never the most athletic guy in the world, but my butt was one of my best features.

We swung in a few more times, and then started getting playful. I made a couple of passes at her bra clasp, which she made half-hearted attempts to deflect. Then I made a real play for it. Lisa sighed and rolled her eyes, but made no move to stop me from taking it off. All she said was, Don't you dare throw it in the creek like you threw it down the water slide that time!

I wouldn't think of it! I replied and set it on the rock.

Yeah, right! she shot back with a giggle.

Hey! Have I ever left you naked anywhere?

There's a first time for everything!

I loved bantering back and forth with her like that. In all honesty, I would never have thrown her stuff in the creek. I only did it at the slide because I knew we could retrieve it. I may have been a mischievous little devil with her at timesbut I was not mean!

We rode once like that and climbed back up and I went for her panties. She was such a goofball! She didn't fight me at all. She just put her fists on her hips and grunted Hrumph! while I left her naked.

I started to get the rope pulled back up, but she just stood there, wet and naked, with her hands on her hips in the moonlight and said, I'm not going anymore unless you take yours off too!

Well, we weren't in danger of the bikers showing up at least. I hung the rope over the hook and walked up to her with my arms out to my sides. You may do the honors, madam! I quipped.

Lisa pulled my boxer briefs down and I stepped out of them. Uh-oh, she said. The cold water has taken its toll. She gave my cock a little flip and added, I'm gonna have my work cut out for me!

We swung in together with nothing but our shoes on and waded up onto the little beach. I pulled her up close to me and we started to kiss.

She groped me with her thumb and fingers and said, Oh well, time to go to work!

Lisa went onto her knees in the damp sand and started working me with her lips and tongue, overcoming the effects of swimming in the chilly water. I stroked her wet hair and she looked up at me, smiling sexily with her eyes and softly moaning while she pleasured herself. What a giver that little girl was!

Successfully hardening me up, she slipped off me and gave my head a little kiss before she turned around on all fours and invited me doggie style.

Do me, city boy! she gasped over her shoulder.

I got down on my knees in the sand behind her, being careful not to get any stuck to my hands, and helped myself to her waiting pussy. She was wet, but it wasn't because we'd been in the creek. She let out a quiet whimper at my intrusion and then softly moaned while I settled into a nice rhythm.

I teased her with my hands, first getting a firm grip on her ass, then reaching around and grabbing her tits, then petting her wet, tangled hair and then rubbing my fingernails lighting up and down her back. Lisa arched her back like a cat when I did that and quietly whispered, Keep doing that!

She came once, but I still had plenty of energy so I kept going. Amidst her moans of Oh yeah! and Fuck me! I felt myself firming up. She was really closing up on me and her moans were morphing into cries. If I could just hold out long enough

My Lisa let out two loud grunts and bowed her head. I felt her squirts running down my legs. I'd done it! I relaxed and let my own squirts fill her up. My God she felt good on the inside! I never did thank her mom for putting her on the pill.

We collapsed on the sand bar, holding each other close and whispering, I love you! back and forth, not caring where the sand covered us now.

Then we just lay there and looked at the stars. We must have really been spent because the next thing I realized was Lisa was poking me in the side.

Jim! Jim! Wake up! The sun's coming up!

We'd fallen asleep on that wet sand bar. We're lucky we didn't pick up any parasites! We both jumped into the creek to rinse the sand off and climbed to the top of the rock. Our underwear was still soaking wet, but it was still there. We quickly pulled them on.

I pulled the rope up to hang it on the hook. Lisa grabbed the rope and said, One more for the road!

Really? I protested, but wanting to myself.

If we're busted, we're already busted, Lisa said. Besides, I've got sand in my panties from rushing to put them on. I need to rinse off anyway.

I loved her logic. I had raked my shoes inside my wet boxer briefs pulling them back on myself. I said no more, just got the rope ready and Lisa grabbed on. We swung out and dropped into the creek and swam for the bank, sputtering and laughing. At least we rinsed all of the sand out. I climbed back up and pulled the rope in and hung it up for real that time and we hurried back up the trail toward her house.

We emerged from the woods to see a lone figure sitting on the deck. It was Kris, holding a cup of coffee and not even wearing her customary house coat. She saw us and waved to my surprise. She got up and stepped off the deck, barefoot and in simple grayish bra and panties. As we made our way around the pond, she came down through the yard, but she didn't come around to meet us. Instead she made her way straight down the dock.

Calling out loud enough for us to hear, she said, These humid mornings are just perfect for a swim! and dove off the dock.

What the? Lisa said. I think it surprised even her.

Well come on in! she called to us from the water. I know where you've been and I know you're already wet. This pond is a lot warmer than that creek!

Lisa looked at me and shrugged and we changed direction and walked toward the bank and waded in. Kris swam in our direction and once we got waist deep we dove under and swam toward her.

We're even now, she said when we met. I caught you enjoying one of your guilty pleasures and you caught me enjoying mine.

Guilty pleasures? Lisa inquired.

Yes, Kris began, I often come out here in the morning in the summer for a swim before everyone gets up. I don't seem to need a lot of sleep in the summer for some reason.

Does anyone else know? Lisa asked.

Your dad does, Kris replied. Sometimes he comes out with me on weekends but I couldn't get him to get up this morning.

Her hair was over her face a bit, so she ducked down under the water and pushed it over her head. If only she'd done a real hair flip.

Underwear, Kris said, it not only makes good pajamas but a good bathing suit. Don't you agree, Jim? Y'all haven't said much!

Damn! Caught staring again! It wasn't that her bra was transparent or anything. It was heavier, like a Playtex or a Bali or somethinga mom bra. It was just the thought of her inviting us in to swim with her in her underwear. It was kind of hot when you thought about it one of those things that could turn into a Dear Penthouse moment. However, I'd already had one of those. I think you're only allowed one.

I, uh I stammered.

Lisa was very amused by my predicament. She playfully slugged me on the back and said, Go on, city boy; spit it out!

Don't tease, Lisa, Kris scolded. Apparently that was Kris's job. We're just full of surprises to him. That's all. I'm sure he's never had an experience like this before.

Somewhat recovered, I managed to say, Yes, I've never gone swimming with my mother in our underwear. It was pointless to bring up the fact that my mother couldn't swim. This would never have happened if she'd been an Olympic medalist.

Well privacy wasn't at a premium at your house, Kris said with a grin. I'm sure we came as quite a shock.

I've learned to adapt, I said.

Kris and Lisa both giggled and I turned a little red. Kris changed the subject.

Well now that you know, Lisa, you may as well tell Connie, she said. You two set your alarms early and we can have a little girls-only time out here, maybe even skinny-dip!

MOM! Lisa cried.

Oh come on! Kris came back with. Don't tell me you two haven't! I bet you did this morning!

Lisa made a loud gasping noise. I nearly doubled over laughing, lost my balance and fell under.

Are you all right? Kris asked, her voice cracking and Lisa outright laughing at me.

I'm fine, I replied.

Of course you know; there won't be any skinny dipping when you're here, she said with a snicker. I felt myself turning red again. Well, I'll just say there probably won't be. Depends on what mood I'm in!

Mom, Lisa protested.

Oh for heaven's sake! I don't have anything you don't!

MOM!

I had to chuckle at how she'd gotten under Lisa's skin. I didn't think anything embarrassed that girl. I said, You know what? You're about the coolest parents I've ever met.

Well thank you! Kris said.

We splashed around for a little longer and then Kris said we all needed to head in and get dried off before everyone else woke up and learned our secret. Lisa and I followed her out of the water, and something about it was just so sexy. I hate to admit to a little bit of attraction to my girlfriend's mom, but on the other hand I had to admit to an attraction to all the Rueter women. However seeing her in the water in something like this that wasn't supposed to be sexy



was just so damn sexy!

Next chapter we double date with Bret and Connie at Opryland. We surely couldn't end up wet or messy there, could we?