After the apparent demise of the last incarnation of the WAM Story Archive, I decided to post more of my stories here beginning with the rest of the "Chronicles" series I completed. I have gone into a retirement of sorts, so don't expect anything new.

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 2
Dunking the Girls at Dietz

This trip to the past technically takes place before Chapter 1. Despite the amount of wetness, the ending is rather uneventful if you like stories where WAM leads to sex. However, I saw a couple of posts in the discussion boards recently. One was about non-sensual stories and the other was about how someone liked seeing girls shoved in the pool over and over. Well Dietz was a campground resort with a lake, but there was still plenty of that going on during the night in question. We start back in June of 1983, a few weeks before I met Mary Beth. I was home from Ft. Campbell over a weekend and it was our first trip back to the lake to visit our neighbors' trailer in several years.

Note: While I was nineteen, some of the people involved were under eighteen at the time. Since nothing happens here and the youngest one in the story would be at least forty-seven today, I don't see any problem with the age issue.

Anyway, I was out on the beach during the weekly Saturday night dance I mentioned in Chapter 1, and I wasn't the only one. A lot of people ranging from kids to teenagers to young adults were already in the water in various clothing. Most of the guys in the water were just in shorts. A couple of girls were wearing bathing suits and several people wore shorts and t-shirts. It was one of those in particular who caught my eye and sparked my desire to end up in the water myself.

A group of teenagers was directly in front of me. A blond girl really got my attention. She was wearing a pair of blue gym shorts and a plain white t-shirt. This isn't the wet t-shirt I mentioned in Chapter 1, but keep reading. It shows up. However, it was almost as good as the transparent cotton showed off her plain white bra underneath. There are times that I prefer that look to a the traditional wet t-shirt, especially if the bra is nice and has no resemblance to a bikini top. It was clear that this was no bathing suit. The girl had evidently gone in the water willingly, but had just realized what she was showing off.

You can see right through this shirt! she exclaimed to her mixed group of friends who were out there with her, (one other girl and three boys.) The boys responded like red-blooded American boys should, surrounding and splashing her. Being a good sport must have been a requirement for membership at Dietz because she just closed her eyes and stood there, letting them splash her until they got tired.

I was tempted to get in then, but I hadn't learned my lesson yet about bringing my own car, so I had to ride home with my parents later that night and like in Chapter 1, I was wearing my last clean, dry clothes I'd brought down. They were nothing to write home about, a pair of cut-offs, a red t-shirt and a pair of canvas slip-on oxfords. I often wore the shoes wading and swimming in creeks anyway. However I would have to explain myself and ride all the way back to Indianapolis wet. I was more concerned with the former than the latter. Riding home wet was nothing new as I'd stopped off on the way home that weekend at a roadside water slide I saw along the way and driven the rest of the way soaking wet.

Excuse me while I go off on a tangent. (Darcie's personality may have been based partially on Mary Beth but her tangents are all mine.) I miss waterslides along the highway. They were popular in the seventies and eighties and were a great place to see wetlook and get your own clothes soaked. Most of them had no dress code and people would ride in whatever they wore since often the stop was unplanned. These were the old concrete slides that you rode down on mats. They didn't care if you wore jeans or cutoffs because the flumes weren't fiberglass and scratchable. There was one in southern Indiana near Louisville that even encouraged dressing up. They would have Midnight Splash during the hottest part of the summer between 11p.m. and 2a.m. and give discounts to anyone riding in sleepwear! Talk about your awesome wetlook! That one shut down in the nineties, There was one in Kentucky near Mammoth Cave that would let you ride in whatever you showed up in that finally closed in the early 2000's. The last one I remember was near an amusement park called Indiana Beach. Part of it is still there but they dug up the bottom and the splash pool to build one of those water treehouse things.

Anyway, back to the story, someone else caught my attention. It was a father, mother and little girl wading in from the shallow area. The lake did have one small area where the sand led right into the water and you didn't have to brave the slippery walkway. The couple looked to be a few years older than me and their daughter was four or five maybe. The dad was in front leading them deeper. He was wearing cut offs and a button down. The mom was ironically also wearing blue gym shorts and a white t-shirt just like the teenage girl who apparently thought that having fun in the lake on a warm summer night was more important than the fact that by now we all knew what her bra looked like. What a great attitude! Why can't more ladies live in the moment like that? Anyway, the parents were only in to just over their knees but their little girl who was wearing shorts and a t-shirt was soaked up to her stomach. Both of them looked back at her and the mom said, Oh CRAP! I guess they hadn't thought about their daughter being a lot shorter than they were.

The dad said something similar to Screw it! and took off his shirt and threw it onto the sand. He dove in and swam away from his wife. She laughed as their daughter shot right past her after her dad.

The dad came up, sitting on the sand in the shallow water and held out his arms beckoning the little girl. Well come on! he called to his wife.

Now this is supposed to be non-sensuous, but I have to admit that I got a little excited when I heard her answer: Guess I swim in my clothes! She went right under and glided to where her husband and daughter were. She popped up and sat in the sand on the bottom like he was doing, so only her shoulders were above the surface. However, I distinctly remember getting even more excited when I noticed through her transparent shirt that no bra straps graced her shoulders.

I walked closer to the water's edge. I had to know but I didn't want to look conspicuous. (Figured out later that I really didn't need to worry.) Both of them stood up, but the mom had the little girl in her arms. Damn! I thought. I pretended to just be looking around the lake and taking in the sounds of the music from the dance and the aroma of the many campfires I could see through the trees across the lake. Then the wife put her daughter down to swim and I beheld my first honest to goodness wet t-shirt in person. Oh, I had seen pictures and I had seen films, especially Jacqueline Bissett in The Deep, but I had never up until that point in my life ever seen a woman wet and braless in a white t-shirt in person. I can't estimate her size, but seeing them was worth the fear that her husband would climb up onto the beach and clobber me if he caught me staring. I was further tempted to get in the water.

My willpower held out until two more females joined the festivities. My memory is foggy as to how old they appeared at the time, but if I guessed at the low end, they would still both be at least forty-nine today, and everything was innocent enough then. I was standing right on the beach side of the walkway where the water lapped over about three fourths of the sagging concrete. They came around behind me and stopped just off to my left. Both of them were wearing tube tops of the type that were popular in the seventies and early eighties. They were cotton around a very thick and coarse elastic. When stretched over a girl's bosom, the elastic created a pattern. It's hard to explain if you weren't there. Check out some teen sex romp comedies of the period and I'm sure you'll see some.

One of the girls wore a pair of cut offs and flip-flops. Her tube top was a brilliant blue, and possibly teal. It was hard to tell under the fluorescing street lighting that lit up the beach area at night. The second girl's tube top was neon pink and she wore a neon green circle skirt and jellies. Her skirt and shoes were very eighties. The circle skirt was a popular mini-skirt of the time. Cotton layers overlapped each other from the waist down to the hem, leaving a flap or fringe of material that flayed out if you circled around dancing. Jellies were basically women's plastic shoes. They were very popular in the early to mid-eighties. The best way to describe them is that they were plastic Mary Jane's. They came in transparent colors or clear and either with solid or vented uppers. They were always molded out of a single piece of plastic. They were popular for a time and then disappeared from the face of the earth, probably due to the intense blisters they often caused if you tried to walk in them for any great distance, especially if they got wet. Her shoes were a transparent hot pink to match her top. Mixing clashing neon colors like pink and green was also very eighties.

The first girl in the shorts kicked off her flip-flops and waded into the water lapping over the walkway. I thought for a moment that perhaps they were both going to jump in. I felt my pulse quicken and my shorts tighten as I tried to pay attention both to what they were getting ready to do and the carefree mom splashing around in front of me in her transparent t-shirt. She was having fun with her family and couldn't care less about flashing her tits at everyone. One top of that, her hair was brown and very fine and looked lovely when wet.

The girls didn't jump in though. The one in the shorts turned her back to the water. The one in the skirt stood in front of her, her feet just out of the water that was over the walkway.

Ready? she asked.

The other girl giggled and nodded her head. The one in the skirt reached out and gave the other one's bare shoulders a hard shove. She let out a laughing shriek as she tumbled off the edge and fell backwards to disappear under the water.

Man, if felt good seeing that! Both of them were laughing when she popped up and started to climb out. The laughter drowned out my deep sigh that I couldn't help but release. Her tube top darkened three shades and her cut off Wranglers at least four. Both shimmered under the street lights. Her dark brown hair now lay plastered to her head. She climbed out and I was taken in by how the water made her clothes and her skin shine. Her hair was course and within seconds after she was on the walkway, it spread out into wet strings, dripping onto her bare shoulders and her soaking wet top.

I hoped for a second that they would trade places, but the girl in the skirt said, Get ready, and the other one stood up again with her back to the water. The girl in the skirt put up her hands and approached her, but paused when they both got an attack of the giggles.

Go ahead! the wet one said, still giggling. Her friend reached out and pushed her off the side to hit the water with a splash once more. She shot straight up and climbed onto the walkway with water gloriously draining from her in streams everywhere.

Her friend was having a hard time keeping a straight face and I let loose when the wet girl put her hands on her hips and leaned forward saying, I bet you won't do that again! Her friend stuck one hand out and shoved her backwards by the face. The wet girl was cracking up laughing while that hand was still touching her and the raspberry sound she made laughing against the hand got me going good. She kept her hands on her hips all the way into the water and went under still holding her pose. She surfaced and stood up with her hair flopped over her face and regained her hands-on-hips pose. Her friend doubled over laughing.

This was arousing and hilarious at the same time. I stopped paying attention to the gal in the wet t-shirt and concentrated solely on them. Actually the husband and wife were beginning to pay attention to the two girls too.

The girl in the water shoved her hair behind her head and clamored out again. She was getting ready to get shoved once more when I got composed enough to ask, What the heck is going on?

She lost at 'Donkey Kong', the dry girl explained. She told me if I won that I could push her in as many times as I wanted.

I wanted to go swimming so I lost on purpose, the wet girl in the shimmering tube top and denim cut-off's said before her friend shoved her in again.

Not much had changed at Dietz Lake where the dor was concerned since it first opened in the fifties. The restaurant and adjacent camp store had a concrete floor. The restaurant itself was not much to look at a cafeteria with the same Formica tables with tubular chrome chairs that had metallic flake plastic cushions. On the other hand, they served the best pork tenderloins in West Central Indiana and the attitude was No shoes, no shirt, no problem. You could walk in right out of the lake dripping a trail of water behind you and tracking the wet sand stuck to your feet and no one blinked. That laid back atmosphere was my second reason for loving this place, right after the number of people who swam in their clothes. I remember as a kid staying over on Saturday night and my mom not wanting me to go out and play on the swings on the beach after breakfast on Sunday because, You can't get dirty. We're going in to church.

Our neighbor, Jacob, came to my defense: Don't worry about it, Marilyn. They'll come in to service in their wet bikinis.

Anyway, while the rest of the restaurant had pretty much stayed the same, stuff to keep the kids happy had kept up with the times. Next to an old arcade bowling game and a skill crane that I remembered being there when I was a kid sat a couple of modern pinball games, Donkey Kong, Asteroids and something that was one of my favorites that not too many remember, Gorf. There was also an old Happy Days style juke box that along with some 45's that had been in there since the fifties, played top 40 hits from both pop and country both inside and outside.

At that moment, Ronny Milsap's Stranger in my House was competing with whatever the band was playing. Come on, the girl in the water beckoned to her friend. You need to come swimming!

I would need to ask my dad, she replied. Now I couldn't imagine anyone really caring if their kids decided to jump in the lake, especially not one her age. That was before I learned about domestic discipline and men who rule their families with an iron fistor a razor strap.

That looks like fun, I commented as the girl in shorts climbed out. Can I give you a shove?'

We don't even know you, she replied.

That could either be a shut down or an invitation. I took it as the latter and introduced myself.

Hi, she said, I'm Cassie!

And I'm Veronica, but everybody calls me 'Ronnie', her dry friend added.

We all know each other. Now can I shove you in? I asked.

Cassie giggled and rolled her eyes. I guess since I know you now.

I had to struggle to keep from breathing too hard. Cassie stood on the walkway with a big smile on her face. I stepped up and gave her shoulders a shove and she went sprawling back into the lake.

I hope you enjoyed yourself, she said when she surfaced, water pouring from her hair covering her face.

You want to go now? I said to Ronnie standing next to me.

NO! she shot back still smiling with her voice cracking behind a stifled laugh. My dad might get mad.

Don't worry, I urged. Just tell him some guy you met tonight threw you in as a joke. I took a half-hearted step toward her. She backed up, but didn't make a run for it.

I tell you, I better not! she pleaded.

I decided not to push it. Cassie was back on the walkway and bating us to get pushed in again: Hey! Somebody can throw me in!

Ronnie and I both turned to her and each one of us gave a different shoulder a shove. It was still a rush seeing her hit the water like that. She stood up again and water poured from her outfit. She was having such a great time. I had to have some fun too! Explanation and wet ride home be damned!

I think you're having all the fun! I said to Cassie.

I don't have to be the only one in here! she replied.

Ronnie looked at me like I was crazy when I kicked off my canvas oxfords and carefully stepped onto the half-submerged walkway to face her. Dunk me! I offered.

Really? she asked, not sure if she should. She glanced at the dripping Cassie who was next to me.

Do it! Cassie urged.

Listen to her, I said.

I don't trust you, Ronnie finally said and took a step back. True that my ulterior motive was to eventually be in the water with both of them, I didn't intend to try anything else right away. I really was just going to let her shove me in. I figured once we were both soaked, I could talk Cassie into ganging up on Ronnie with me.

Chicken, I teased.

I'm not! Cassie said and jumped in front of me. Even though I was baiting to get shoved in, she caught me a little off guard when she gave me a pretty rough shove and sent me stumbling off the walkway.

Hey! I shouted. I fell for an instant and then I was enveloped by the warm, green lake water. I know a lot of people like the cleanliness of swimming pools, but give me a lake that has been treated for swimming and has a nice sand bottom anytime. Pool water is often cold. That usually nixes night swimming. The cold and the chemicals are like a slap in the face when you jump or dive in sometimes. On the other hand, decent lake water is like slipping on comfortable old clothes. Lakes warm up a lot faster in the spring and early summer than non-heated pools. No one gives you a hard time about swimming in street clothes like they do at a pool and sometimes depending on the place, you can even get away with swimming in your underwear. At Dietz, the water was warm and inviting all summer long and while you probably wouldn't get away with running around in your underwear unless you were five, certainly no one cared if you went in with all your clothes on.

I hit the soft bottom, surely getting sand in my back pockets, but I didn't care. I let myself stay under for a couple of seconds to soak in (pun intended) the experience. I had soaked my last clean, dry clothes and was going to have to ride home this way. As I said in Chapter 1, I didn't know wetlook or wamming was a thing then. Sometimes I even wondered what was wrong with me. However that night I just let myself enjoy being committed to getting drenched.

I popped my head up for air, blinked the lake water out of my eyes and stood up. My red t-shirt was a deep carmine, looking almost black in the dim light. (That is another thing I like about lakes over pools. I can wear bright colors in the water to enjoy the color change and not worry about chemicals fading them.) My cut-off Wrangler jeans that had been a deep blue and just on the edge of beginning to fade were now a shiny Navy blue. I felt my soaked tiny whities hugging my excitement.

Gee, thanks! I mocked, these were the only clean clothes I had left!

Well, you were asking for it! Cassie mocked right back as she leaned dangerously over the edge of the walkway. Dangerous was right because it only took a nudge on her back from Ronnie to send her face first into the water to join me.

RONNIE! she screeched.

Serves you right, I teased.

Water dripping from her bangs, Cassie looked at me with what I can best describe as an annoyed smirk. I don't think there is an actual name for it, but it's that look a girl gives you when she is supposed to be annoyed or mad at you, but she is actually enjoying whatever you're doing to tease or sometimes even humiliate her. It's similar to the expression a mother might get at a naughty child when she knows she is supposed to correct him but what he did is really funny. Her brow may be furrowed, but she is still smiling through it. You're dealing with a good sport when you see that.

We both climbed up onto the walkway and I said, Now you have two of us to push in.

Why do you want pushed in so bad? Ronnie asked. You didn't lose to me.

I still wanted to go swimming like her though, I replied. Maybe I needed to be able to blame getting all wet on someone else. I didn't dare say the real reason: That getting a girl I'd just met to shove me in the lake was turning me on, and that I intended to have her in there before the night was over.

We took turns letting Ronnie shove us in. Cassie let me know in no uncertain terms that they both had boyfriends and all of this was just for fun. After some more shoving, Cassie said she really wanted to swim for a while and tried one more time to coax Ronnie to jump in without success.

I'd have to go back and ask my dad, she stressed again.

We gave up for the moment and waded into deeper water when the mom in the wet t-shirt nearly bumped into Cassie. She was backing up through the water, which was about boob deep to her, getting her little girl comfortable swimming in water over her head by saying, Keep swimming! and lying, See? I'm not moving!

She apologized and we all laughed. Stopping let her little girl finally catch up to her. You all looked like you were having fun over there! she said. Isn't it just great out here tonight? Who needs bathing suits?

Yeah, it's perfect, I replied.

Why won't your friend get in?

She is afraid to without asking her dad, Cassie answered.

Well, it's always easier to beg forgiveness than to get permission, you know, the mom said. Ahem, up here, sir.

I had been caught red handed staring atuhADMIRING her wet assets. She was grinning ear-to-ear as she scolded me though.

Uh, sorry, I stammered. I hope your husband didn't see. He was out on the raft with another guy diving off into the deep water.

Hell! He doesn't care! It was his idea! she declared. Then she let her daughter hang on her arm, threw her shoulders back and stuck them out at us. Really, you can look all you want, just no touching! We laughed and I felt myself blushing.

We chatted about how great the lake felt and how it seemed so much more fun to be out here at night when it was supposed to be closed. Then Julie, as we learned her name was, noticed someone wading in from where there was no walkway and the sand led into the water and said to her daughter, Well look! Grandma's gonna swim! Then she called out louder, Mom! Can you watch her?

Sure I've got her! said an older woman. (Older woman. It's all relative. She was only at best a couple of years older than I am now, and I sure don't feel old.) She was already up to her plaid Kmart mom shorts and was going deeper, soaking the polyester tank top and plastering it to the textured bra it concealed.

Go to Grandma! Julie said and let her daughter go. She dog-paddled toward the Julie's mother who dove under and glided over to meet her granddaughter so she wouldn't be on her own in deep water for too long.

Watching my little cousin step on all of the girls' feet in the dance must have gotten boring, Julie said. Let's go to Barry.

I figured Barry meant her husband as she headed for deep water and the raft. We followed. We sat dripping and dangled our feet in the water. Barry said he was a carpenter and Julie said she stayed home with Crystal (popular eighties name). I talked about being in the army. They asked if Cassie and I were boyfriend and girlfriend and we both said, No! and Cassie informed them that she already had a boyfriend. Barry told her to tell him to watch out and not let her have so much fun with somebody else as she was obviously having.

Ronnie stood on the beach and looked very bored. Your friend should really be out here, Julie said. HEY! she yelled at Ronnie. JUMP IN! YOU'RE MISSING ALL THE FUN TONIGHT!

Ronnie just shook her head and kept watching us.

You know, you two should gang up on her and throw her in for her own good! Julie urged. No one's going to get mad at her for getting all wet on a night like this!

Barry teased, Why are you trying to get them to throw that poor girl in the lake?

Julie backed to the side of the raft so she was in front of everybody and threw her arms out wide. You made me get in like this! If I had to, then EVERYBODY does! she replied.

I don't remember you putting up much of a fight, Barry quipped. He pointed at me and said, He was watching. He'll back me up!

Was I that obvious earlier? I was speechless for a second, so Julie piped up, Yeah, don't think we didn't see you watching, you little Pepping Tom. She was still standing at the edge with her back to the water.

Barry took a step forward and said, And it's time to freshen up his view, and shoved Julie off the raft.

She screamed and vanished into the deep water and then popped up and with a huge grin and called Barry, Ass hole! She climbed back up and paused, striking a pose and letting all of us enjoy the view her freshly drenched t-shit provided of her adequately sized tits.

Let's do it! Cassie suddenly declared. Let's shove Ronnie in!

What about her dad? I asked.

Oh, he's not as mean as she says he is, Cassie replied. Besides, I'll go back with her. When he sees I'm all wet, he'll see she didn't just jump in by herself and if all else fails we'll just blame you!

Wow! Thanks! I said. You know you're pretty diabolical.

We need a plan, she said.

I had already been thinking about one. We would get her to shove us both in at the same time and each grab an arm and pull her in with us. However, we would let her do it a couple of times first before we got her. We'd let her get confident.

Cassie and I dove off the raft and headed back to the beach. We climbed up onto the walkway.

Shove us in at the same time, Ronnie! Cassie said.

I guess, Ronnie replied. Just once. It's getting kind of boring out here.

No, do it more! Cassie begged. Three times!

Fine, three times.

Like in the old School House Rock cartoon, three was a magic number because we had already decided that we'd pull her in the third time. Cassie and I stood dripping shoulder-to-shoulder. Ronnie reached forward and shoved each one of us in the chest and sent us back into the water. Laughing, we climbed out and got right back into position. The second time was even more fun. While we clamored around under the water, my hand accidentally cupped Cassie's left boob. It truly was an accident, but that didn't stop her from playfully slapping the back of my head and splashing me on the way out of the water.

Why'd you hit him? Ronnie asked.

He grabbed my boob! Cassie shot back.

I said it was an accident! I pleaded.

Right! Cassie mocked back at me. Be more careful then!

My instinct told me that her anger was more to throw Ronnie off any suspicion than anything else because as soon as we were out of the water again, she shot me a quick glance that said our plan was still on.

You still want to do this one more time? Ronnie asked when she saw us line up.

Yes! Dunk us! Cassie replied.

Ronnie stepped up to the edge of where the water flooded the sagging walkway. Cassie and I had planned it well. We wouldn't look or even glance at each other before. That might tip her off that we were up to something. Ronnie reached out to each of our chests and when her hands made contact with us, both of ours came up and grabbed her outstretched arms. I saw the expression of horror mixed with playfulness on her face when the realization struck her that we'd gotten her. Seriously, there are only a few really high maintenance sour puss girls on this planet who truly hate getting thrown in the water under any circumstances. I somehow knew Ronnie wasn't one of them.

I heard, CRAP! as all three of us toppled off the walkway to disappear into the lake.

We all surfaced and stood up. Cassie and I were next to each other and Ronnie was facing us, water dripping off strands of wet brown hair. Julie, Barry and Buzz, Barry's buddy were jumping up and down on the raft and howling. Julie's mom was snickering and even people who were just on the beach were laughing.

Ahhhh! Got you good! somebody shouted.

DAMN IT! Ronnie finally shouted. Her tube top and skirt were several shades darker and oh, so shiny!

Laughing at our triumph, Cassie and I gave each other a high five. SHUT UP! Ronnie commanded. She was struggling to sound pissed at us, but I saw the same annoyed smirk I'd seen earlier on Cassie's face and we could hear the laughter cracking through her voice. I am sure there was some part of her was relieved that we'd finally gotten it over with. I'm probably going to get whupped for this!

Not whipped mind you, but rather whupped. People in the Midwest and the South get whupped. I sincerely hoped that ending up in the lake just like a whole lot of other people already had wasn't worth a whuppin' because I was going to feel really bad if I found out it was. Like I said earlier, there are families where fathers administer physical punishment to children, especially girls all the way to adulthood and even to their wives all through their lives. I did not know that at the time because there was no internet for me to learn valuable facts like that.

Come on, Ronnie! Cassie urged. You can swim with us now!

Ronnie groaned, then leaned on the walkway to remove her jelly shoes and toss them onto the beach. Then the annoyed smirk turned into an impish grin.

Can't get any wetter! I may as well have fun! she declared and gave herself over. Nail me! she told us and threw her arms out wide. Cassie and I knew what to do and immediately started ruthlessly splashing her. For a few seconds she just stood there grinning and snickering through her nose and taking it. She had wanted in the water all along and was happy that we had made the decision for her.

Ronnie lunged forward into the splashing and ran right between us so as we tracked her, Cassie and I splashed each other. Ronnie took a few more steps deeper and plunged under the water and the two of us followed right behind. We swam out to the raft where I let the ladies climb up first, and enjoyed the view.

You finally decided to have some fun! Julie remarked.

I wasn't given a choice! Ronnie replied. Did she ever look glorious in her tube top and skirt with water running off her in streams onto the wooden deck of the diving raft. That far out in the lake, you could hear the water running off of all of us through the planks and dripping into the lake over the mixed music on the beach.

We started off diving and doing cannon balls. Then Julie got between Barry and me and told us to grab her arms and feet and throw her in. Then Ronnie saw it and wanted it and then Cassie. Then we three guys let them throw us in. I'm not sure which was the bigger rush for me, the girls letting us toss them in or getting tossed in by two of them.

Somewhere between dives, tosses and cannon balls playing on the raft became a game of King of the Mountain with everyone trying to push everyone else off. The best part about that was Julie's rule of Look, but don't touch, was suspendedpartially anyway. Well, I couldn't very well defend my mountain and throw her in without touching her, could I? At least I was really careful about WHERE I touchedat least at first!

Sometime after I first let Cassie shove me in the lake, that first group of teens I noticed had gotten out of the water. It appeared that the girl whose bra was visible through her t-shirt had wanted to try to dry off. I had overheard some comment when we were closer to the beach about how, My dad isn't going to like this! Fat chance of drying quickly in the night air. Her friend wasn't in as bad shape. She was wearing tan walking shorts and a green concert t-shirt that hinted at the outline of her bra but wasn't see-through. The boys wore fleece shorts, cut-offs and running shorts.

The guys saw the fun out on the raft and decided it was time to get back in whether the girls liked it or not. Two of them swept the girls up and the three of them ran for the water. Despite already being soaking wet, the two girls were screaming for them to stop, especially the one worried about her dad's reaction. They were both silenced though when the guys carrying them stumbled on the slick walkway and tumbled into the water with both of them and their buddy jumped in behind.

I WAS DRYING OFF! the blond in the white t-shirt screamed.

Her friend and the three guys laughed at her standing in the waist-deep water, her bra as vibrantly visible as before, not that her shirt had really dried any since getting out. She could have gone into the restroom and wrung it out, but that would have meant walking right through the auditorium and right through the dance.

C'mon! one of the guys urged. We're gonna go out and play with them! He was pointing at us. The King of the Mountain game had taken a brief pause to take in their exploits, but as soon as we saw they were going to head out our way, we resumed.

The one who had pointed dove under and started to swim, The other two guys and the girl in the green t-shirt followed him, one, two and three. Now here is how you tell the difference between a high maintenance diva and a low maintenance good sport. The diva would have climbed out and stormed across the beach into the night. However the girl in the wet, white T growled as she shook her head at them in disgustthen dove under and followed them.

The five of them raced each other out to the raft and joined our King of the Mountain game. It got really crazy with eleven of us trying to be the one true King and keep everybody else in the water. We did make a few rules like you couldn't shove anybody off the ladder who was getting on the raft, but we all agreed that once you were up there, anything goes. I was kind of shocked that Barry and Julie agreed to that, but then again, they were both fine with her showing off her tits to everyone!

I got up close and personal with Terri, the blond teen in the white shirt, a couple of times, close enough to tell she was wearing a very ordinary Platex bra. For some reason, that struck me as being sexier than wearing something fancy. Maybe it was because it hinted that going in the water was unplanned. I felt just a little bit guilty noticing so much about her though. She and her friend Lisa were a few years younger than I was. However, Barry and Buzz were both a few years older than I was and they didn't seem to have a problem. All of the girls seemed to enjoy playing rough with the older guys, and they were all the best sports you could wish for. There were five girls playing King of the Mountain with six generally older and all larger guys. Guess who ended up in the water more often.

Also, Barry didn't seem to mind his wife playing rough with all of the guys or anyone doing the same with her. I let her get away with grabbing my ass a couple of times before I did the same thing to her. That was when I discovered she must not like wearing ANY underwear!

I had my moments with Cassie and Ronnie too! The longer the game went on, the bolder people got about what they grabbed. My favorite was when I was trying to shove Ronnie off the raft. She was pushing back. I nearly had her off when somebody shoved us both and I lost my balance. I instinctively grabbed at something and got hold of Ronnie's tube top in the front. I never intended to pull it down, but that is exactly what happened. I caught just the quickest glimpse of her tits just before both of us went into the water. She didn't come back up until she had it adjusted again!

It just kept getting crazier! Julie was trying to shove one of the guys who was with Terri and Tina and Barry pantsed her, pulling her shorts all the way down to her ankles and letting EVERYONE know she didn't have underwear on of any kind. She let go of the guy and he shoved her in instead as she was pulling her shorts back up.

We wore ourselves out and spent the last fifteen minutes or so until the dance ended at eleven catching our breath. When we saw the crowd coming out, we dove off the raft, one-by-one and swam back to the beach. Tina and Terri and the three teenage guys said goodnight and headed off immediately. Barry and Buzz said goodbye and headed over to where Julie's mother and the little girl were dripping and waiting for them. Julie stayed and hugged the three of us. She hugged the girls first and then me, but after I said good bye and turned toward Cassie and Ronnie, she gave me a hard slap right across the ass. The girls laughed and I let out some sort of expletive and Julie ran, laughing her ass off. It didn't hurt. Wet clothes seem to absorb the impact of a spanking, (Don't ask me why I know that!) It just shocked me. I was tempted to chase her and if she hadn't been married, I probably would have. I would normally take something like that as an invitation to something more. (It might have been. The next summer I'd learn just how much Barry didn't care about what she did, but that is another story.)

Cassie and Ronnie both gave me a big hug and each one kissed a different cheek goodnight. I told them I hoped we'd be able to get together there again.

We can if I survive my dad, Ronnie said. She extended her arms to highlight her soaking, bedraggled appearance. (I thought she looked great personally!)

He's not gonna do anything! Cassie assured her.

If he does, just blame it on me! I told her.

We waved and I headed back to our neighbors' trailer where the only explanation I gave for being all wet was that I got invited to swim with some girls.

Yeah, we saw you, my dad commented. I guess they saw all of us sloshing out of the water as they were leaving.

My clothes I wore swimming that day had been hanging on the clothes line and were dry, so I changed back into them. They smelled like the lake, but so did my wet clothes. At least I didn't have to go home wet. It would still have been worth it if I had though. Like I said, nothing major happened, at least nothing to compare to the night I met Mary Beth. However, my story with Cassie isn't over yet, but that is also for another time.

Which reminds me, if the mood strikes me just right, I may have to come back and fill in the details about my trip back that Labor Day weekend.