The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 19
The Simple Pleasures

Rain stayed in the forecast for Monday after we went to the fair. It was cloudy and very, very humid when we had our little sunrise swim party out in the pond. Lisa, Connie and Kris all wore very proper Bali bras and panties, which was an absolute turn on. Why was it such a turn on you ask? Well sexy underwear is meant to be seen. Plain proper underwear is meant to be functional. If a woman lets you see her wearing something sexy, chances are she meant to all along. However, if you get her stripped down to her functional undies, it implies that there was some convincing involved on your part. Even though I was supposed to see Lisa, Connie and Kris like this, the charade still existed that I was getting away with something being able to swim with them having them dressed this way.



Kris had stashed Lisa's under the pillow in the guest bed, just like she had several other times. It had become a joke. The whole idea was that we were supposed to come outside first thing and swim in our underwear since everyone was supposed to sleep in them. Lisa and I were usually soaked when we went to bed and DEFINITELY didn't have anything on while we were in bed, underwear or otherwise. We made it back from the drive-in dry the night before and resisted the temptation to go for a bedtime swim, but I dragged Lisa into the shower in our clothes. Dragged isn't the right word. Led is better since dragging implies that she put up some sort of a fight.

Anyway, I got off track. I was mentioning how it had become a joke. Since we never slept in underwear, Kris would provide some for Lisa to wear. Kris was so cool about the fact that I was violating her daughter in just about every way possible. She didn't just allow it. She facilitated and encouraged it. We were so much in love though. She figured we were going to do it anyway. She may as well make sure we were in a safe place.

Raindrops started falling on our little underwear party in the pond which turned into a steady shower. About ten minutes later a single lightning bolt hitting somewhere in the woods behind the pond and the accompanying loud clap of thunder chased us out of the water. It also very nearly gave us away since it woke up the boys. Luckily Lisa's family kept a cache of over-sized beach towels in a cabinet by the back door. By the time the boys made it to the kitchen, all four of us were wrapped up and concealing our wet swim(under)wear.

By the time the four of us had returned from drying off and changing, the shower had morphed into a full-blown thunderstorm. I was in jeans and a shooter t-shirt. Like mother, like daughters, Kris, Lisa and Connie all wore jeans and camisole tanks with spaghetti strap bra straps sticking out. Kris's top was yellow, Lisa's was a bright lime green and Connie's was white. To top it off, they were all Bellamy Brothers Redneck Girls wearing leather belts with their names on the back. They all must have come from the same place because the lettering matched. I had fond memories of Maddie, but Kris was soon becoming my favorite MILF (even though that term hadn't been invented yet).

Lisa and Connie were getting ready to head to the water slide, with me tagging along of course, until Roy called and told them not to worry about it. The storms were predicted to hang around until at least the afternoon after their shift would be over. If he opened at all, it would be much later.

Well what is a family, (and one boyfriend), who love water to do? Ordinarily it would be go on outside and play or swim in the rain, but it was still lightning and windy. At one brief point there was a tornado warning for the county, but nothing ever touched down and there was no damage.

Kris kept herself busy as a stay-at-home-mom usually does and the rest of us watched TV until Bobby noticed that it had stopped lighting and the wind had died down.

Let's go out and play in the rain! he exclaimed. It was still raining steadily. All three boys darted out the front door.

Boys! If you're going to get wet anyway, go down and get the mail, Kris called from the kitchen. Then she stepped into the living room. Did they even hear me? she asked rhetorically. Oh well! Guess I'll do it, she then relented.

I've often wondered why she didn't ask us to do it when I've thought back about this. She obviously wasn't looking to get wet because she took an umbrella.

Dang it! we heard Kris exclaim through the storm door screen. (Front door was open. No A/C, remember?) We got up to see what was going on. Water was standing in the road almost all the way up to the rural mailbox. Kris was trying to tip toe through it so her sneakers wouldn't get too wet while trying to hold her umbrella.

She was just about to open the mailbox when a sound got all of our attention. It was the distinct sound of a four-wheel-drive truck with big mud tires accelerating. With all the standing water, the driver could be accelerating for only one reason.

Kris realized it too, but too late to do anything about it. All she could do was face the mailbox and brace herself when the truck veered into the big puddle, splitting it wide open and sending a huge wave over poor Kris. To add insult to injury, the driver laid on his General Lee musical horn as he did it. Kris was soaked through instantly. Lisa, Connie and I couldn't help ourselves. We lost it and cracked up laughing. Kris heard us and took down the umbrella and threw it up into the yard and looked at us with a half sneer, half grin. She was devastated. Her jeans and top were both soaked except for small dry spots on each in the middle of the front that the steady rain was taking care of. She had put her hair up in a bun to do housework, but reached up and let the wet, bedraggled mop of brunette hair fall around her shoulders.

Wow! Can we do that? I heard Charlie ask as the boys came running around the garage.

May as well! Kris answered and turned to face the road. The boys gathered around her and she threw her arms out to each side as another car approached. However, it dodged the puddle, much to the boys chagrin.

Aw! the boys groaned in unison.

Kris looked over her shoulder at the three of us still laughing at her from the front door.

Y'all get on down here too! she shouted up at us. Y'all thought this was so funny. Come see how you like it!

Another car dodged the puddle despite the four of them obviously waiting to be splashed.

Hold on a minute! Lisa yelled back and directed Connie and me to follow her to the garage. She grabbed a piece of plywood and with a can of black spray paint, hastily wrote PLEASE SOAK US!!!!! on it. We ran out of the garage into the rain and Lisa propped her sign against a tree at the edge of the neighboring property. Then we joined the line of Kris and the boys at the edge of the puddle.

No cars came by at first, although the rain was doing a good job of getting us wet. Then a box truck came up the road. He started to veer around the puddle too, but then he saw Lisa's sign. He turned back into it and spread it wide open. That soaked all seven of us to the bone! That was so much fun! Kris and the girls all screamed, but I saw the grin of anticipation on Kris's face just before. She tried her best to hide it and be the voice of reason, but she was just as crazy as her girls in reality.

An air horn got our attention. We turned to see the semi heading straight toward the puddle. YEAH! some of us said in unison and then we spread our arms out wide and let the deluge overcome us.

We saw a station wagon coming. Lisa grabbed me and pulled me out in front of everyone else and wrapped her arms around my neck to lock her lips on mine. The station wagon doused we two young lovers and everyone else too.

The rain began to slack off, but we stayed out there and thanks to Lisa's sign, every car that went by hammered us with muddy water. All it takes is letting drivers know you want to be splashed and they are only too happy to oblige be they truck drivers, businessmen, teenagers or Cub Scout den mothers. We got nailed by all of them and they were having as much fun as we were. Some came by a second and third time. When traffic died down, we waded out into the puddle and splashed each other.

I was having so much fun reminiscing about being car-splashed, that I forgot to describe the lovely ladies. Their jeans were all somewhat faded and Connie's was ripped out in the front of her left thigh. They were such a shiny, shiny blue now. Lisa and her mother had worn white bras which were very visible under the wet, sheer camisole top fabric. Connie's was very red and the white top had given up trying to conceal any of it a long time ago. No one seemed to care, especially not Kris who baited drivers to hammer us louder than any of us.

A Ford Pinto Squire wagon nailed us and pulled into the driveway. By now I recognized it as Lori's car.

You guys are crazy! she shouted, jumping out. She wore faded jeans with holes in both knees and the cuffs raveling out, a leather belt sans name, flip flops and pink French cut crop t-shirt. But it looks like fun!

Get on down her and see! Lisa replied.

Lori shot Lisa a wicked grin and scrambled down to the edge of the road. Being dry, and since the rain had let up to a slight drizzle by this point, we shoved her out in front of us. Then we saw the next car coming. It was a sheriff's car. However, he hit the siren and lights and spread the puddle wide open to hammer us. I recognized the driver just before the wave engulfed us. It was Dewey, the brother of one of Lisa's friends from school who had ignored the fact we were swimming in our underwear in the reservoir the summer before. He really didn't sweat the small stuff.

Lori was shrieking with laughter. She went from nearly dry to drenched everywhere, even down her back, in one splash!

Then we heard a truck coming. We all got in a line holding hands and waited, hoping the driver would heed our sign. Our hopes were quickly answered when he drove into the puddle and spread it once with his cab and a second time with his trailer.

So it went for the better part of the next hour with us standing there like idiots getting pelted with water, mud and road grit. Kris finally called for an end to it: I've got enough road crap down my top now!

Me too, Connie echoed.

However, we weren't getting off that easy. Before we could step away from the road, we heard that distinct sound of big mud tires accelerating. The first pickup, the one to originally turn Kris into a drowned rat, came roaring up the other side of the road and when we saw he had no opposing traffic, darted over to our side and headed straight for the puddle. Kris recognized him too because she instantly gave herself over to getting nailed one last time. Come and get me! she cried and threw her arms out wide just as the redneck began to split the puddle, giving all of us another mud puddle shower.

Kris held her pose with her eyes clenched shut for a few seconds after the drenching. Is he gone? she asked with one eye open and a silly grin on her face.

We all got a laugh from her clowning. Like I said, she tried to be Mom and make everyone behave, but when it came down to it, she was as crazy as her kids. That was probably why Jeff was always so happy.

Everyone to the pond then, before he comes back! she commanded.

I had no problem following that order since it meant seeing three lovely young ladies and one lovely mature one swimming in jeans.

As we made our way to the back, Kris looked like she had intended to be the first one off the dock into the pond, but the boys had other plans. They raced around her and she took off running. When it was clear they were going to make it into the water first though, she slowed back down to a walk, but she was way ahead of Connie, Lori, Lisa and me.

I know Lisa had explained her mom's submissive streak, (and I often kick myself for messing things up because I knew it ran in the family), but I sometimes wondered if she had a mom crush on me since she seemed to do things around me that I never saw her do around Bret, (like the undies swim parties). I figured she would just walk up to the end of the dock and dive or jump in. No, she waited until she heard our footsteps on the dock and turned around to face us. With bedraggled hair the same color as Lisa's stringing down her face, she smiled and winked. Now it could have been at all of us, but it felt like it was directed right at me. Then she did a perfect back flip, camisole top, jeans, shoes and all, into the pond.

Lori and Connie stepped out ahead of us and dove in together. Lisa stopped me at the edge and the bedraggled love of my life asked, Wanna shove me in?

Nah! I replied and then of course immediately gave her a hard shove in the back. Lisa let out a yelp, but instead of falling in, let my shove push her over into a dive. She split the water just as I dove off to hit the water right next to where she went under.

All four ladies floated up onto their backs. What a sight it was when their jeans barely surfaced and were washed over, reflecting the sun that had popped out while we were acting like idiots by the road. Their tops had long since given up trying to hide their bras underneath. The simpler things in life have their place. All the trips to waterslides and Opryland aside, I had the best times just being out here in that pond with Lisa swimming around in our clothes without a care in the world.

Lisa motioned for me to follow her into the shallow water. She pulled up to me and we let our tongues meet in a kiss.

Your mom O.K. with us making out here in the open? I asked.

Lisa giggled and replied, My mom lets us fuck each other's brains out every night.

Well, yeah, I know that, I said. What about your brothers?

They're not even paying attention, she replied. It was true. They had gotten air mattresses and were out in the middle trying to knock each other off.

Kris seemed to like seeing me turn red. My back had been to where she was and I didn't notice her come up behind me. She must have either overheard or guessed what we were discussing.

Don't worry, Jim, I heard behind me. I don't care if you kiss her out here. As long as you stay deep enough to hide it, you can even feel her up if you want.

Despite being in the pond and soaking wet, I definitely felt my temperature rise with that remark.

See? Lisa exclaimed with her infectious giggle and pulled me into deeper water so only our heads and shoulders were exposed. I took the hint and pulled her close to me again to kiss, but this time my hands cupped both of her nicely proportioned ass cheeks under the water and when I was sure no one was looking, slipped around front to slip up her top and fondle her tits through her bra.

We still swam and played too. The boys eventually decided they wanted to swing from the rope into the creek. Kris pulled herself onto the dock and announced, Time for me to change. I haven't got done half of what I set out to do today.

I watched her fondly as she dripped up the dock, swaying in her wet, tight jeans like a young girl would. She paused on the deck to take off her shoes and get a towel from the bin. Then she waved at those of us who remained in the pond before going in.

Lisa caught me staring. A picture'll last longer, she snarked, pulling my face to look at hers by my chin.

Sorry, I began. I sometimes like to look just to see what you'll look like in the future.

Smooth recovery there, she said, her face taking on a grin. I don't care. I know my mom's hot. I'm pretty sure she has a crush on you too.

Really? I said, feigning that I hadn't been thinking the same thing.

Yeah, a couple of days ago she said something like if she and I were sisters, that she'd be doing her best to steal you away.

What does your dad say when she says things like that? I asked.

He knows it's part of her submissive nature, Lisa replied. She gets turned on seeing you and then unleashes it on him.

That was getting into too much information territory for me so I was thankful when Lori glided through the pond toward us.

I need to go too, Lori said. I was supposed to go to the store and just stopped by here to see what was happening. Guess I'm going like this!

I remember thinking that was going to turn some heads.

I'll go with you! Connie piped up. Two of us may as well look like drowned rats! No one probably noticed. This place was so laid back it wasn't funny. A year ago I wouldn't have believed they were going to the grocery store looking like that, but after having dinner in the restaurant after the muddy swim at Paris Landing and the many other times Lisa and I had run around looking totally trashed, I didn't give it a second thought.

Go ahead and look, my Lisa told me when her sister and friend started sloshing through the water toward the bank. I watched the magnificent pair of shiny wet asses wade out of the water and walk up to the deck for towels.

That just leaves the two of us, I said, taking her in my arms in water up to our chests.

Too bad it's not dark, she said. We could do what we did yesterday at the dam.

You weren't that worried about it then, I teased.

Yeah, and my brothers weren't apt to come back at any moment then either, she replied.

No just everyone else in town, I countered.

I wouldn't have cared.

She let me lift her into my arms and float her on her back. The boys never did come back until it was close to dinner time, but by then Jeff had gotten home. It was nice just being out there in the pond alone with my Lisa though, still dressed down to our shoes the whole time. By then Lori had brought Connie back. After running her errand to the store for her mother, her mother had told her she may as well come on back and swim instead of just dropping Connie off. The four of us were still soaked when Kris had dinner ready so we ate on the deck. Finally, after Connie and Lori got Bret and Terry to come around, we headed to the water slide. We had it all to ourselves since Roy never bothered to open it.

Long after sundown, we finally called it a day. Lisa snuck downstairs after her brothers had gone to bed. You can guess what happened, and since this was supposed to be about the simpler things, I'll leave you to do that. Besides, I have a great story to tell about what happened during our last morning swim party before my leave was over. I will pick up with that next time!