The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 21
Return to McKenzie

(Wetgalfan's note: While much of Chapter's 1 through 20 was dramatized to make the original story more entertaining, what happens from here on out is totally fictitious, not that I wouldn't enjoy it happening for real.)

Life happens in strange, mysterious and sometimes totally unbelievable ways. To cut to the chase, on the Saturday after my divorce was declared final, I won an incredible lottery jackpot. It was fuck you money and then some. Not that I said that to the people I worked for. I had a great job and one of the best bosses you could ask for. However, I did retire.

I started work on our house to get it ready to sell and then bought a place in our town with a lot of land where the girls and I could live and build a newer and nicer house at the same time. I bought out the lease on the small car I was driving and bought it outright to give to my daughter who is in college and bought myself something I'd always wanted, a GMC Yukon XL Denali. Goodbye 30 miles to the gallon in my little Chevy Trax!

I took care of Kay too. We had talked about reconciling near the completion of the waiting period Indiana makes you take. However, that soon blew up when it was clear she didn't want to get counseling and try to go back to how things were when I was really happy and instead still wanted the status quo of keeping me at arm's length. I then offered to remarry her after the lottery win, IF she would make our marriage the center of her attention and give herself over to my wet and messy interests once and for all. She shot that down as being too much to ask, (once self-centered, always self-centered). Instead I gave her possession of our old house and got her a decent car to replace our old family car that she took when she left and which was on its last leg.

Everything seemed like it was going great. However, I just couldn't bring myself to start construction on the new house. My girls didn't seem to mind. This place had a big above-ground pool that sat right in the middle of where the new house was going to sit. It was shaping up to be a hot summer and despite the house being smaller than what we were used to, they were both happy to have the pool instead. I'd gotten used to having a moonlight swim in my underwear whenever I wanted myself for that matter.

However, regardless of how unhappy my marriage had become, I was still pretty broken up about it. Kay and I had been married longer than we had done anything else in our lives. With a promise from my college-age daughter that she would keep visits from her boyfriend discreet, (I'd learned how to deal with those sorts of things from Kris Rueter; remember.), I left our youngest in her care while I took a little trip to sort things out in my head.

Where did I go? Why to the last place I remember being happy before I met Kay. I headed for Kentucky and Tennessee. First I headed to see Ft. Campbell again. Then I went up to the north end of Kentucky Lake. Wonder Waters was long gone but the antique mall was still there. I drove down through Land Between the Lakes and found the little rustic campsite where the bikers caught Lisa and me skinny-dipping. Up until that point, I just thought I was reliving old memories. However, the urge to look up someone and at least find out what had happened to her started getting stronger.

I fooled myself that I was fighting it at first. I drove on out the south end of LBL with the intention of turning back toward Clarksville when I got to Highway 79. But I didn't. I thought I'd just go see what Paris Landing was like, maybe go swimming. When I got there though, I just kept going. I drove into Paris and passed the little diner where Lisa's dad had made her eat dinner soaking wet after swimming with me that first time and where we went in soaking wet with muddy water on a Memorial Day weekend. It was a convenience store now. I pressed on. I stopped fooling myself that I wasn't dead-heading for a particular destination.

One of the first things I saw when I pulled into McKenzie was the site of Roy's old water slide. There was a real estate sign by the entrance and the parking lot was in halfway decent shape. It was full of crumbling asphalt, but at least it wasn't grown up in weeds. The same couldn't be said for the slide itself. It was still there, but obviously hadn't operated in a very long time. The building that held the ticket counter and snack bar showed years of neglect. Windows were broken or boarded up and paint was pealing. The wooden benches on the risers placed so people could watch sliders splashing into the lower pool were rotted away. Weeds and small shrubs grew up everywhere. Several inches of green algae water settled in the bottom of the pool, probably from recent rains. The gate was locked with a chain so I couldn't go in, but there was really nowhere to go inside anyway. The path that led up the hill to the top, and a place where a very fond memory existed of a wild first time with a certain someone, was completely overgrown.

I was leaning on the fence looking into the slide and totally lost in the past, so I didn't hear the Ford Explorer pull in and park next to the Yukon. A woman speaking to me from across the lot snapped me out of my daydream.

Are you interested in this property, sir?

That voice! Take a few years from it and it was the same melody that played in my ears thirty plus years ago! What are the odds that in a small city like McKenzie that she would be the first person I'd meet?

I spun around and looked over at the two SUV's and a face I hadn't seen in over a quarter of a century. The hair was a little shorter than I remember, but it was still that light brown with a strand or two of gray. The face didn't show too much age, but I thought of her mother and how young she always looked. She was dressed in a red French cut top, white denim Capri's and flats that I would later figure out were from Croc's. My pulse shot up and I got that same feeling that always washed over me whenever I saw her all those years ago.

Lisa? I managed to say.

That was when I saw her expression go from one of simple curiosity about why this stranger was studying the crumbling water slide to one that said, No, it can't be!

I realized my face was heavily obscured. I took off the Walt Disney World ball cap I was wearing and the dark sunglasses. It's me, Lisa, I said.

I saw her lips silently form the word: Jim. Then her entire face lit up. Jim? she asked with the same excitement I remembered in her when she would run out of the house to greet me.

I smiled and nodded. Oh MY GOD! she screamed. I really don't remember her running over to me. I just remember that in the next instant her arms were wrapped around me in one of her bear hugs and she was happily purring Mmmm! Mmmm! over and over, pulling back and looking at my face to make sure it was me and then throwing herself back into the hug, again and again. Two things washed over me in that moment. The first was something I hadn't felt from a female, other than my daughters anyway, in a long, long time: Unconditional love. The second was the overwhelming feeling of Home. I felt like I'd come home.

After a long time of squeezing me, Lisa finally let go and pulled back. She put her hands on her hips with a scolding expression that only southern girls can manage and asked, What on Earth are you doing here?

Well, the long story is, 'It's a long story,' I began, but the short one is, 'I was hoping to bump into you.'

Really, Jim, she said with that amused expression Kris used to get when she would tease me about what Lisa and I were doing most of the time, you expect me to believe that you drove all the way down here after all these years just hoping to 'bump into' me?

Can we go somewhere and talk that isn't out in the sun? I asked. It was getting really hot, just like I remembered it.

I was on my way to Applebee's for dinner, she said. You can join me.

However, when we got there, It was I who kept asking her questions. I found out she'd married a guy she met at Stanford and he came back with her. However, he was a California native and never quite fit in with the more conservative way of life in the south. After two kids, a boy and a girl, they divorced and he went back to California.

It's such a shame that he wasn't around the kids much, Lisa said. He had them two weeks in the summer and every other Christmas vacation. Then he married somebody else and started another family. Mark and Kris felt like outsiders.

You named your daughter after your mom?

She taught me how to be a woman, Lisa replied. Oh! She and Dad are going to go nuts knowing you're here!

I hadn't asked. I was glad they were both still alive. I really liked them.

Dad and Bret filled in as the father figure for the kids, she went on, back to the first subject.

You never remarried? I asked.

Small town, you know how it is, she replied. All the good ones are taken and you already know what's wrong with the bad ones who get divorced.

Yeah, I know. I'm on page three and nothing wet or messy or even close has happened. Hang on. (Now you know where Darcie gets it.)

I learned Roy had passed away and left his businesses to Lisa and Connie. Business at the water slide had fallen off and they had closed it. Then a multiplex cinema opening had driven the drive-in out of business. The girls got a really good offer for the property from a developer and used that money to buy into the motel with Lori who was running it now that her parents had retired and helped her get an Econolodge franchise and increase her business. The KFC however, was still going strong.

We had really worn out our welcome in the Applebee's by the time Lisa had finished telling me her life story up until that point.

I think they want us out of this booth, Lisa said with a smirk. The only problem is I still don't know anything about you or why you're here by yourself.

I've really got so much I want to tell you, I said. Can we go somewhere else to talk?

There's always the pool at the Shooting Star, she replied. I think I can get us in. Being part owner did have its privileges.

On the drive there, I began to tell the tale of meeting Kay and how great things were at first and how we had three great daughters, the oldest being out on her own in Florida, the second in college and our baby getting used to shared custody.

The sun was low in the sky when we got to the motel so it wasn't as hot being outside as it had been earlier. So, Jim, Lisa said as we sat down in two pool chairs and she took my hand, why are you here by yourself?

Two kids were swimming, probably staying at the motel. I watched them for a second, a boy and a girl, and thought about old times. People change sometimes, I said. I don't think it was me, but as the years went on, she developed different interests that didn't include me.

I told her of our financial struggles we'd weathered. I even told her about our weird hobby of ghost hunting and how I thought it was at least one thing we could share.

But all we ever did was argue about it, I told her. It was clear that even though she knew I really liked doing it, she thought of it as 'her' thing that I was glomming on to. It finally got to the point where I was just going to make sure she stayed out of trouble.

Then I told her the worst of it: The journals and the awful things that were said and how she believed she should go be with someone else and the lengths I went to in exposing how she was being fed lies from all directions.

She didn't understand. She didn't thank me for saving her and showing her how she was being lied to and conned by so-called 'psychics', I said. She was upset with me for 'invading her privacy'.

Lisa listened, sometimes with tears welling up as I told how Kay had simply turned cold toward me and starved me for affection, the one thing that filled up my love bucket.

I tried over and over to tell her what I needed from herthat if I seemed angry all the time it was because I didn't feel loved. I saw happy couples all around me and I wondered why we couldn't be that way.

Then she literally floored me. I came home one day and found her moving out. All the trying and compromisingall the explaining how simple it would be to start making things betterall of that had been worthless. She had it in her head that we couldn't be happy together no matter what. She was probably right though. It only took her being gone for a few days to realize how the changes in her had become intolerable.

She filed for divorce within a week and that was that.

Then, literally as soon as the divorce was final, I won the lottery win and all the financial stress was finally off of both of us. After I got settled in a new place, I suddenly realized that I was in a position to get a fresh start anywhere I wanted.

That was why I came on this trip, I finally admitted. I didn't really set out to come here. I just wanted to get away and think about what I wanted to do for the rest of my life and ended up here.

I'm glad you did, Lisa said, her eyes showing the spark of what we once shared. Has it helped you think? she asked. What're you going to do?

There had to be a reason I ended up here and there had to be a reason Lisa was the first person I met when I did. A devilish thought came over me. I think I know, I said, getting up, but right this second, I'm taking my little goofball for a swim!

I grabbed at her in the chair. Jim! No! she protested with that infectious giggle I fell in love with cracking her voice. Jim! We're not kids anymore! (Ha! Ha!) Don't you dare! (Giggle!) She clung to the chair, but not like her life depended on it. With a little extra effort, I lifted her up, just like I could when I was twenty.

Now you be serious! (Hee! Hee!)

When were we ever serious? I asked and took a step toward the water.

Now put me down! she demanded, laughter cracking through her voice.

If you say so! I replied and took a giant step off the side of the pool. I would have jumped off the board except it was missing like every other motel pool since the '90's.

Nooo! she screamed until it was drowned out by the water.

You're impossible! she said with a grin on her face when we popped up in the deep end.

Yeah, but you love me anyway, I thought, remembering that line we'd always say when one of us had pranked the other like this. Lisa splashed me in the face and swam for the shallow water. I took off behind her, but instead of swimming for the steps, she just swam for the side once she could touch and turned around to let me catch her. We looked at each other in the chest-deep water. Lisa's hair was that crazy bedraggled look I loved and her top was a deep, shiny carmine. It clung to her curves and to the bra straps going over her shoulders. My denim camp shirt clung to my chest. Though it wasn't nearly as impressive as it was in my army days, Lisa still looked like she enjoyed the view. She gave me a What am I ever going to do with you? smile and brushed my wet hair off my forehead.

Well no one's done that to me in a long timeexcept my brothers, she said.

You mean your husband I started.

Didn't like to get his clothes wetever! How did I ever end up with him? He made me buy the first swimsuit I ever owned, and the only one.

Sounds like we both picked people who looked good at first and turned out to be our total opposites, I said.

Why did I ever let you go? she pondered, looking in my eyes.

Because I was a jealous, stubborn jackass, I replied.

You were like any other guy at that age, Lisa replied. Mom saw it. She never has forgiven me for not giving you another chance.

It was going to be hard. I had kids' lives to consider, but I deserved to be happy too. Is it too late for one now? I asked, drawing close to her and seeing that she did not back away.

Let's find out, Lisa replied, pulling in closer to me and tilting her head for the most passionate kiss I'd felt in a long time.

We pulled out of the kiss and I held her in my arms in the pool. Do you think you could love me again? I asked.

Looking at me with the gaze of the eighteen-year-old lovely who I couldn't say No, to if my life depended on it, she countered, Who says I ever stopped?

I was gazing into her smiling eyes when I heard the gate open and shut behind me. Lisa grinned and flipped her eyebrows as another familiar voice called out from behind me with just the hint of age to it: Lisa! What in hell are you doing in there and who's that with you?

I turned around and smiled at her from the pool. Hi, Lori, I said.

OH MY GOD! she screamed. For a second I thought Lori was going to jump in with us. She took a step toward the pool and stopped. Where did you find him?

Lori was standing there and I had a flashback to the first time she came out and found us in the pool. She was dressed tonight much like she had been that time in a pair of pajama bottoms, dark blue with pink roses, and a pink camisole top. Her blond hair was pulled back into a bun. A pair of Croc's clogs adorned her feet. She looked every bit as good as Lisa did for her age.

The short answer is along the side of the road, Lisa replied.

Well get out of there! We've got catching up to do! Lori stated.

Lisa and I swam across the pool and I paused to let her up the ladder.

I need to call Connie and get her over here! she exclaimed as she dripped on the concrete and I climbed up behind her.

Don't tell her why; make it a surprise! Lori suggested.

Lori and I shared a cautious hug, seeing as how I was soaked, as Lisa got her phone from her purse and got hold of her sister.

Connie, you need to get over to the motel right now! she declared. No, nothing bad, but it's a surprise! Just get over here. Ok, bye!

She put her phone down on the table next to her purse and joined where I stood dripping with Lori.

Hey! You guys remember that night you were out here and you threw me in in my pajamas and we spent the rest of the night teaching Jim how to flip off the board? Lori asked. She had to know she was setting herself up.

Lisa and I shared a wicked glance. I sure do! I replied. You remember that, Lisa?

Oh, vividly! Lisa said.

We both maneuvered to trap Lori in between us and reached out for her.

NO! WAIT! I didn't mean do it again! she protested while Lisa pinned her arms behind her back and I got hold of her feet.

STOP! Put me DOWN! she commanded in vain while I lifted her feet from the concrete deck.

We started for the water. I'm warning you! Do not throw me in! NOOOO! Lori trailed off as we both jumped back into the pool with her between us.

Lisa and I came up sputtering and laughing and Lori surfaced a split second after. I still hate both of you! she declared, echoing her reaction to the same thing happening over thirty years before. Then, since she was as soaked as we were, she reached out and pulled me into a real hug and kissed me on the cheek. It's good to see you, she said.

You too, I replied. Her camisole had gone transparent everywhere but where it counted thanks to a lining that ran around the upper part of it. Oh well, she was probably someone's wife for all I knew. She didn't need to be flaunting herself in a wet t-shirt to her best friend's old boyfriend.

There wasn't a diving board anymore, but that didn't stop us from ignoring the No Diving signs and doing cannon balls and dives off the side into the deep end. The two of them did own the place, after all.

After twenty minutes of that, a Jeep Wrangler Limited four-door pulled into the motel. I saw who had to be Connie jump out of the driver's door. I got a good look at her thanks to the parking lot lights. Despite her years, she was wearing an outfit that looked like it had come from the Juniors' Department: Denim mini-skirt with a white cotton fringe, denim button down vest and ninety-nine cent flip flops. Frankly she had the same figure I remembered from way back when and looked as good as the ladies who were in the pool with me. It had to be something in the water. Ponce de Leon was looking in the wrong place. The Fountain of Youth must be in Tennessee.

We had been in the shallow end splashing and dunking each other when she pulled up. Connie hadn't noticed us and started for the office.

Get down! Lisa demanded and pushed on the top of my head. I took the hint and ducked down in the water to hide behind Lisa, just far enough so that I could hear what was going on.

We're in the pool, Connie! Lisa shouted.

Connie turned on her heel and seeing Lisa and Lori standing in the shallow end, in clothes and pajamas respectively, shook her head and started our direction. She complained as she passed through the gate at the deep end: Is this the big surprise? You wanted to go swimming? Andrew is out on a date and I just 'bout had Bret in the mood to stick his head up my skirt!

Same old no filters Connie. I had to fight to keep from laughing and drowning myself. Andrew was the youngest of her and Brett's four children. He was going to be a junior at Vanderbilt in the fall, Lisa had explained as we caught up at dinner, but it being summer of course, he was home now. She continued her rant: If you think I'm gonna jump in there and pass that up, you've got another thing comin'!

No, that's not the surprise, Lisa teased and tapped me on the shoulder. I slowly stood up straight and stepped from behind her.

Connie stared blankly at me for a moment, and then the look of recognition came over her face. First it was shock, then a beaming smile.

Jim! You son of a bitch! she shouted and without another moment's hesitation dove off the deck into the deep end and shot across the pool under water until she reached where we were standing. She stood up directly in front of me in the stomach-deep water and paused for a second. The vest was a shiny wet dark blue under the pool's flood lights. She pulled me into a hug.

So good to see you again! she said.

Then Connie pulled back suddenly. I saw her raise her hand up and start to swing. I turned my back to her quickly.

What the hell is wrong with you taking off and not talking to us for years? she shouted and scolded me while she playfully slapped at my back and the back of my head. It wasn't violent in any way, nor did it even come close to hurting me. I'd seen their mom do the same thing to their dad a dozen times when he'd successfully pranked her, usually ending up with her all wet or messy in some way. I'd let Lisa get away with it a time or two back in the day. We came from a generation that wasn't offended by everything and didn't consider everything assault.

Connie kept it up, both verbally and with the play-slapping while I ducked and laughed. Lisa and Lori laughed at both of us for a bit, but finally came to my rescue and tackled Connie and dragged her under the water.

Connie popped up when they let her go and a four-way splash fight ensued. Eventually Connie threw up her hands to surrender since it was mostly three against one.

I give up! she relented. Besides, I need to get Bret down here!

She raced up the ladder and ran around the edge of the pool with water pouring from the hem of her skirt. She retrieved her purse from where she had dropped it before diving in and dug out her phone.

Bret! she said when he answered. You need to get down here right away! (pause) I know what I said I wanted you to do earlier, but this is important! Jim's back! (pause) Yes! Lisa's Jim! Get down here, O.K? Bye!

Then Connie paused and surveyed herself. Water was still pouring in streams from her skirt. She looked at the three of us still in the pool in our clothes, shrugged and dove back in.

All right, mister, she began, spill it! Why are you here after all this time?

Lisa knows most of it, I began and then I related the story again of how after a happy beginning, Kay had called it quits just shy of our 30th anniversary and how I'd hit it big with a lottery win the next drawing after our divorce was final.

Served her right, Connie said.

I was a good guy about it, I said. I paid off all the bills we had between us and our house which she'd left. I got a different place and let her have it back and even made sure she had a new car. The old thing she was driving was our family car and didn't have much time left.

After I got settled, I decided I needed to get away for a few days. My middle daughter was home from college for the summer to take care of my youngest. I just started driving and ended up here. Lisa literally found me staring at Roy's old water slide.

Connie went right into her pesky little sister role that I was so happy to let her play back then and teased, And so you figured you could just start throwing my sister in the pool again whenever you wanted to.

I started to respond when Lisa made the second move to show that a spark was igniting again, (the first being the earlier kiss, of course), and slipped up beside me with her arm around my waist and declared very matter-of-factly and proudly, I let him throw me in!

I had to laugh at Connie. We were all in water up to our stomachs. She put her hands on her hips and bent forward with her head cocked and asked, Well, what else are you gonna let him do?

Lisa mimicked Connie's stance. It was so funny to see both of them like that fully clothed in the pool. She replied, That's for me to know and you to find out when I spill the beans! Then I felt myself tightening up when she looked at me and winked. I am getting older. That sort of thing doesn't happen nearly as much as it used to.

Bret finally showed up and simply stepped out of his truck, took off his shoes and jumped in with us. It was good to see my old double date buddy again. Then we all shared life stories again. I knew Lisa's already, but I found out that life had only really worked out for Connie and Bret. Lori and Terry had married young and then split up. Then she was married for ten years to another man named Ron who she had two children with, but that didn't work out either. It was a story eerily similar to Maddie's so I won't go into detail. However, recently Terry had come back into her life. The two of them seemed to be getting along, but they were taking things slowly.

We just throw ourselves into our businesses when we start to think about life not working out, Lisa said. Then looking straight at me, she added, Then again, sometimes we think it's not working out when it really is.

We partied in the pool with our clothes on until after midnight. That was when Lori announced, We need to shut this down. People are going to complain.

Jim, now you are going to stay over and come out and see Mom and Dad tomorrow, right? Connie hinted with all the subtlety of an atomic bomb.

Of course I am, I replied.

Lisa then asked as we were sloshing up the ladder, Do you have a place to stay?

Well I was going to see about one, but I got sidetracked, I replied.

You do now! she said.

Dripping wet, she led me into the office right behind Lori who said goodnight and let herself into the manager's apartment, the same one she grew up in. While Lisa stood dripping behind the counter enabling a key card, we could hear her laughing to herself behind the door.

Here you go! This is our best room! Lisa declared. Let me show you to it!

I need to get stuff from my car, I said. Then I need to dry off and take you home. I should mention that we dropped Lisa's car off at her house before going to dinner. (And now I knew where she lived!)

I'll help you with the first part and we'll talk about the second, Lisa replied as she headed out the door.

I only had one case and a small duffle bag. Lisa was still holding the key and unlocked the motel room door. As soon as the door closed behind me, she dropped the duffle she was carrying and spun around to wrap her arms around my neck and plant a sloppy wet kiss, just like I remember, on me.

Let's take a shower and rinse off the pool! she said.

I take it you're not in a hurry to get home, I replied.

Did you really think after finding you that I was going to let you out of my sight tonight? she teased and kissed me again. She pried the suitcase out of my hand and then led me toward the bathroom. I should have just taken you home and not let you leave!

One thing was certain: Lisa wanted this as much as I did. We went straight into the shower and got under the water, embracing and kissing while it rinsed the chlorine away. At least we pretended it did.

Lisa pulled back and gestured with her eyes down at her soaking clothes and then looked back up at me to flip her eyebrows. It was like the years between the last time we'd seen each other and now didn't exist. I tugged upward at the bottom edge of her shirt and she raised her arms over her head to ease its removal without hesitation. The opaque red top had hidden a purple satin bra with lace trim. I felt the boner in my shorts stiffen at its wet sheen.

Lisa grinned and undid the buttons of my camp shirt. She slid her arms into the open shirt and around my back to caress it before coaxing the shirt off onto the shower floor.

We both stepped out of our shoes. That's right. We were still in them! Her Croc's flats were totally waterproof as were the Croc's loafers I was wearing. (Great minds think alike; I suppose.) I undid the skinny leather belt Lisa was wearing and unfastened and unzipped her Capri's. They hadn't been quite as opaque as her top and I could tell she was wearing some sort of dark underwear, but as I slipped the Capri's down her legs for her to step out of them, I could now tell that they were matching purple satin boy shorts.

Lisa snickered and then undid the canvas belt holding up my cargo shorts and opened them. This was bringing back a flood of memories. God, how I loved when we would undress each other in the shower after fooling around in the water all day! Stroking my erection through the printed Hanes boxer briefs, she slid the shorts down my legs with her other hand and I stepped out of them and kicked them behind me into the growing pile of soaking clothes.

I pulled Lisa up close to me and we let our tongues caress each other under the warm cascade. Then we washed each other starting with the hair, (had to get the chlorine out) and then all over. Being a man, all I had brought along was a bottle of Suave 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner and body wash, but Lisa didn't care. She was happy to let me soap up her undies and her body that was in way too good shape for a woman in her early fifties.

Then it was time for things to get really good. As we stood under the water and let the suds rinse down us, I pulled her close again and pinched her bra clasp with my left hand. You never lose a talent. The bra popped open effortlessly and when I took a step back, Lisa obligingly let it fall down her arms to the shower floor and then kicked it away.

Like what you see? she teased with a seductive grin as I beheld her perfectly-sized tits for the first time in years.

What I feel too! I replied and rubbed them both before leaning over and kissing and sucking at her nipples. Then she did something I truly loved. She grabbed the back of my head and maneuvered my face directly between them and held me tight. Breathing is so overrated! I moaned and licked and kissed her on the skin between them.

She of course let me go before I passed out. I grabbed the waist of her boy shorts on both sides and moving down her body with them, slid them down her legs so I was on my knees when I got them to her feet. My Lisa was the same wet, naked vision I remember from all those showers in her basement guest room when her parents turned their heads at the fact that I was violating her down there several times on a nightly basis. She knew exactly what I was after and backed against the shower wall and spread her legs apart. I helped myself to her very wet pussy. She was the same sweet delight to eat as she was years earlier, and I soon had my whole face into it, just like back then. She was just as easy to bring to orgasm as back then too! Thank God for low maintenance country girls!

It's been so long since I've felt that! she gasped.

Tom never did this to you? I asked.

Tom, who? she shot back.

I got to my feet, and just like the past, she didn't give a damn about my face covered in pussy juice. She locked her mouth with mine. We kissed for an eternity until she pulled out of it and pulled my underwear down with one hand as she dropped to her knees with the other hand stroking my naked cock gently.

Don't wear me out completely, I said, knowing what was coming next. I'm not as young as I used to be.

Oh, I won't, she replied, eyeing my purple head and stroking my shaft, but I've just got to have She trailed off and went down on me. There are two types of women who suck dick, those who do it because they know men like it and those who do it because they like it. Lisa was among the latter.

She did remember not to get carried away, though and stopped before I got too excited. Growing older did have one advantage. While it took more to get me excited than it used to, once I was there, I could last a while!

We shut off the water and dried. Then we walked hand-in-hand and naked as the day we were born to the bed. I'm glad you're 'safe', she said, referring to how I'd told her I got fixed after our third child. No time to go to the drug store now! Yeah, the women in her family stayed fertile a while.

I have it covered this time, I joked, slipping into bed with her and referring to how she had been on the pill thanks to her mom from the time she became boy crazy.

I pulled the sheets down and went down on her again for a bit. My jaw was a little tired so I switched to my finger and when she gave me the look that said she was ready, I pulled my finger out and licked it clean. I knew that would make her giggle. It was such a change from the last time I tried that trick with you know who and she sort of freaked out even though it was one of the few times that she let me eat her. Some women are more passionate than others; I guess.

Fuck me, you horny city boy! she gasped when I parted her lips and began to thrust in and out of her.

I used that advantage I spoke of earlier to take her over the top twice before finally letting go inside her. We collapsed into each other's arms in a sweaty, cummy mess of sheets. That was something else I hadn't done in a long time. You know who always wanted to jump up and get cleaned up before leaking on the bed and making a mess.

We lay facing each other and I stroked her still soaked hair. Is it possible to fall back in love in just a day? I asked.

I'm pretty sure I just did, Lisa replied.