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The Wetgalfan Chronicles Chapter 6
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The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 6
Labor Day with Mary Beth

As I mentioned in our previous chapter, Mary Beth knew I was coming up for Labor Day and arranged to have Saturday off from her lifeguard job at Dietz. At first I figured it was so we could spend the whole day together at the beach, but I called her that week and she said she knew something fun we could do and still have time to swim.

Just get there as early as you can, she said when I pressed her on what it was, and don't forget plenty of clothes and to pack something else!

I don't toot my own horn about it very often, but I am really smart. However it didn't take my Mensa-qualified I.Q. to figure out what she meant with that last comment. (After she and I met, I never left home without it, and I don't mean my American Express card!)

I had my stuff ready to go when I went to bed on Thursday so I could hit the road after a shower on Friday. After gassing up the Impala and stopping at the drive-thru at the Hopkinsville, Kentucky McDonald's for my usual travel dinner of a twenty-piece McNuggets and a Coke, I hit the road for Indy.

Now, my personal best for getting home from Ft. Campbell was four hours and twenty minutes. This evening took my usual four and a half. Not that I was anxious or anything, but I was up at dawn and out the door. A stop for gas and an hour and a half drive later and I was at Dietz. My parents didn't want to go that weekend, which was fine by me. I would have had to spend some time at our neighbors' trailer if they had. I wanted to spend as much time with Mary Beth as possible. With her family there, I wasn't going to get to stay over like before. Besides, I needed to talk about something with her.

I took me a couple of tries to find her family's trailer. I'd only been there once, but what a great first time! She must have been watching for me because she came running out. She was wearing a faded denim mini-skirt, (per my request, but I had really meant that for the evening fun), a red tube top, (the heavy elastic kind like Cassie and Ronnie had both worn that one night in early summer), and a white cropped blouse left unbuttoned. She gave me a big hug and her parents stepped out. We chatted for a few minutes and the subject of throwing her in the lake never even came up.

Why didn't they seem to care about me throwing you in the lake when we met? I asked as I escorted her to my car.

Because nearly every guy here has done it already, she said. I told you it wasn't the first time.

Well, where is this surprise you have planned? I asked.

We're going to the Riley Labor Day Fest, she replied.

Riley was a small town on the outskirts of Terre Haute. Sounds major, I said with a hint of sarcasm.

It'll be fun! she said, poking me playfully in my side, my most ticklish spot. Besides, I have a surprise for you.

We left the campground and headed toward town on Highway 46. The road was blocked through Riley. I parked on a side street and we hiked into the carnival.

Hey, they have a dunk tank, I remarked. Just as I said it, the blond teenage girl in gym shorts and bikini top with a white wife beater undershirt over it screamed as the seat gave way and sent her into the water. It hadn't been the first time either.

Later, she said. Let's get something to eat and go on some rides.

When you go to a carnival or county or state fair in Indiana, there is one official food, the corn dog. You may have heard them called Pronto Pups or some other name, but it is a hot dog on a stick dipped in corn batter and deep fried. After corn dogs and Cokes, we hit the rides like the Flying Bobs, the Tilt-a-Whirl and a host of others my stomach can't take anymore. I won her a bear at the squirt gun race.

The afternoon sun was beating down and I was beginning to long for a dip in the lake when Mary Beth suddenly said, I almost forgot. We need to get over to the dunk tank! and pulled me toward the other end of the carnival.

What? I managed as she dragged me across the midway.

And she interrupted me with Hurry!

We got to the dunk tank where three girls were working. The blond I had seen earlier was taking money. She was still wearing the same wet outfit that I had seen her get dunked in but the shirt had nearly dried. A somewhat transparent bikini-shaped wet spot was still in it though. Her hair had that straw look of someone who had been soaked and just let the sun dry her. The second girl was also blond and wore tan cuffed walking shorts over a black and white one-piece bathing suit. She too looked to have been dunked a few times but was drier than the first girl. I didn't know either of them.

I recognized the third one though. It was Tina, the first girl to be dumped into the lake that night I met her and Mary Beth and their other friend, Carrie. Tina was on the hot seat wearing cuffed denim shorts and a halter top. She was also very wet. A sign next to the booth said, Dunk Tank Operated Today by South Vigo High School Choir.

Sorry I'm late! Mary Beth exclaimed and rushed behind the counter.

It's about time! Tina replied. I was going to come looking for you! You haven't even changed yet!

Mary Beth looked around and shrugged. No time, she said. I've got to start my shift!

Guess I can go ahead and get down, Carrie said.

You sure can! the second blond said and smacked the target with her hand. Carrie dropped to the bottom of the tank and scowled comically out the window.

Very funny, she snapped when she came up. She reset the seat and climbed out.

The first blond said, You sure you don't want to change?

No time, Mary Beth repeated. Besides, someone had me so excited about our date that I forgot to bring anything! She paused on the ladder beside the tank, turned toward me and winked.

I snickered. She knew I liked her in wet clothes. She had planned this as a way to get wet in a nicer outfit than what she would have probably worn swimming.

What are you laughing at? she demanded, her voice nearly cracking with laughter. She took her place on the bench, mini-skirt, tube top, blouse, black faux leather flats on her feet and all.

There's no line, so you get to be first! Tina said, ushering me from behind the counter to the front of the booth. She introduced me to the other girls, Jen, the one I saw getting dunked, and Audrey.

I paid Audrey the two bucks and she placed three rubber soft balls on the counter. My first throw was a clear miss. That was pretty common for me when pitching. I needed to warm up. My second throw was a little closer. Mary Beth started fluttering her eye lashes and blowing kisses.

I thought I would get her on the third try, but it was a near miss.

Still high and dry! Mary Beth teased.

No wait! Jen said, seeing as no one else had noticed Mary Beth up there and her unique dunk tank attire. Don't you remember? Today it's 'Play 'til you win!

Mary Beth turned toward her with a comical mock shock expression. Jen placed a bucket of balls in front of me.

Ah, still won't do any good! Mary Beth teased.

My fourth and fifth tries were so close, but still missed the target by hairs. I wound up and let the sixth one go and could tell it was good before it got to the target.

Hey! You can't Mary Beth started to say, but was cut off by the seat dropping out from under her.

It was glorious! Mary Beth dropped all the way to the bottom. She came up and screamed, Awwwww! and then climbed out and I watched in awe of her wet ass concealed in that denim mini-skirt climbing onto the seat again. She sat down with her bedraggled hair plastered to her head and her blouse transparent showing either flesh or red tube top through it. The tube top was now a shiny deep carmine red and her mini-skirt a deep shiny blue. Water poured from her saturated shoes in steady streams. She looked at us and giggled.

Who else wants to soak Mary Beth? Audrey barked, but no one else came over. You want to try again? she asked.

I took another two bucks out and gave it to her. You know she made us let you keep trying before, right?

I nodded my head and said, Mmmm, hmmm.

Well no more freebies, she cautioned.

It's O.K, I said. I'm warmed up now.

My first throw nicked the target but didn't make contact hard enough.

Mary Beth shrieked but the other three girls said, Awwww! in unison.

Miss! Miss! Mary Beth shouted as I wound up for the second.

The ball made contact and she disappeared with a splash.

Are you having fun? she queried, hanging over the front of the tank, water dripping from her hair and her soaked outfit visible under water through the front window.

I'm having a great time! I responded.

Well I certainly hope so! ONE of us SHOULD! she yelled over her shoulder climbing back up. She wasn't fooling anybody. She was having a ball herself.

I barely let her get settled before I wound up and fired my last pitch and it made solid contact with the target. Mary Beth screamed and vanished from above the water and reappeared under it. She expelled all the air from her lungs to drop to the bottom and sit there for a second, arms crossed and legs crossed and looking disgusted.

I stepped back around and she made a half-hearted attempt at splashing me. Jen, Tina and Audrey barked and a few people played and a couple managed to dunk Mary Beth. Then a couple of girls walked up. One was black and the other was Hispanic with coal black hair.

Hi, Shelia, Carla! Tina said.

You can try, but you can't dunk me! Mary Beth jeered at them from her throne.

Shelia and Carla looked right at me. Oh we'll play, Shelia said.

But he has to get up there too, Carla finished. What's the fun of dunking another girl?

What do ya say? Tina said.

I don't know, I replied. I had never done a dunk tank before so the thought excited me. However I was dressed a little nicer than normal. I had taken Maddie's advice and stepped up my game and was wearing a yellow Ocean Pacific t-shirt and the ocean waves jams shorts she had bought me. I had completed my Midwestern surfer look with a pair of black and white checker canvas slip ons with no socks. I was hardly dressed up but it was better than my usual cut offs and printed t-shirts.

Oh come on! Mary Beth urged. How many times did you dunk me like this? She gestured down her soaking wet outfit with both hands. It's just two turns. Look how many people missed trying to dunk me!

I really couldn't say No. Deep down I wanted to do it. The thought of sitting up there with her letting others' skills determine whether I was wet or dry was erotically compelling. All right, I said, but for just their turns.

Shelia nodded just slightly, but Carla shot a devilish grin that I caught out of the corner of my eye just as I turned my back to them to climb into the tank. I had the sneaking suspicion that I was being set up, but I climbed on up anyway and slid next to the lovely and very drenched Mary Beth on the wide bench. Carla went first and got her three balls.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, Mary Beth said as Carla wound up, they're co-captains of the girls' baseball team at school.

I think Carla timed her throw to whatever Mary Beth was saying because she let go of the ball just as Mary Beth finished. I didn't even watch. I heard it make solid contact and got a rush of adrenaline when I felt the seat give way. Mary Beth let out a shriek just like she had ever time she went in that was quickly muffled by the gallons of water I found myself in.

I broke the surface and all six of them were laughing hysterically. Mary Beth was leaning against the side of the tank. I shook my head, but smiled at her to let her know I was a good sport about it. At least I could cross dunk tank off my list.

You set me up! I said, stepping through the water toward her and waving an accusing finger in her face.

You bet I did! she replied, taking the hand that was waving the finger in her hands and pressing it against her cheek. Serves you right for throwing me in the lake that night! She pulled up close and planted a kiss on my lips. I kissed her back hard just to make sure she knew I was going along with it. It was worth it to get a look at her all wet in that outfit up close.

Well I've got two more turns left, Carla declared when the laughter died down. You need to get back up there.

And then it's my turn! Shelia chimed in.

All right, all right, I said. I reset the seat and followed Mary Beth up the steps built in to the side of the tank to get on the bench again.

Clang, went the target, and Splash, went Mary Beth and me. Carla dropped us again on her third try and Shelia made sure we were nice and clean with three perfect throws.

Thanks, guys! Mary Beth called to them waving as they left, but looking straight at me, grinning. You can get off now if you want, she added.

I threw my arms out and said, What's the point? It felt great being soaked. My OP shirt clung to my chest and water dripped from the legs of my shorts that I hung over the bench. Streams poured from my canvas shoes.

I sat up there and finished Mary Beth's shift with her. The other girls prompted people to Dunk the happy couple! I hoped that wasn't how Mary Beth saw us. After meeting Mary Beth, what had happened with Maddie and meeting Lisa, I was finally beginning to enjoy not being tied down to Hanna, the not ended well girl from high school. At some point that day I was going to have to make sure that she knew I didn't want to be exclusive if it wasn't clear before.

Some other kids from choir showed up to take over and one of them punched the target and dunked us before we could get off the bench. Mary Beth pulled me into a kiss under the water in front of the window.

We were soaked, but the carnival was still going on. Tina, Jen and Audrey walked around with us. They were pretty dry by that point, but that also meant they were pretty hot. (The real kind of hotWell, they were the other kind too!) We walked through the midway and went on a few more rides. Mary Beth and I were starting to dry out.

Then we saw it. A fire department ladder truck was sending down an enormous spray of water spread out in a big circle. Kids of all ages, and a lot of adults too, were running through it. Jen grabbed Tina by the arm. Audrey grinned at Mary Beth and me and took off and Mary Beth dragged me by the arm. Soon we were cooled off and soaking wet again.

It was dinner time and all five of us slogged into the fish fry tent dripping water in streams. We got a lot of strange looks, but we all enjoyed the attention.

Mary Beth was quiet on the drive back to Dietz. It was almost time for The Dance when we got back. I changed into jeans and a light blue Sears Braggin' Dragon golf shirt, (They were supposed to compete with Izod Lacoste's alligator shirts.) and a pair of jogging shoes. I brought that outfit to wear because I had made Mary Beth promise to were a mini-skirt. I figured she would consider her obligation fulfilled after that afternoon and wear something else. However after she went in to change, she emerged from the trailer in a pink collared button down blouse, (that already hinted at her white bra underneath), red denim mini-skirt and pink jellies.

You know I'm going to try to get you in the lake again, I commented.

You better! she said. I went to all this trouble for you!

We walked toward the beach and almost there she said, All of this was to soften the blow.

What? I asked.

Well, I was going to wait until after tonight to say it, but I didn't think it was fair she began and trailed off. It sounded like she was going to say what I was going to say.

Fair to do what? I pressed.

Fair to get dressed up like this to get thrown in the lake because I know wet girls turn you on, be 'with you' later tonight and then tell you that I don't want to be exclusive.

That's odd because I I began but she cut me off while we crossed the pontoon bridge to the beach.

Let me explain. A guy I liked last year at school started calling me. I didn't say anything about you but I told him I'd like to see him. You see, he's here and you're there most of the time, and

She trailed off trying to find the words. It's O.K, I replied. I understand. I never asked you for a commitment. Here I was worried that I was going to disappoint her.

She spun around in the sand in front of me and gave me a kiss. Thanks for understanding, she said, holding both my hands. We can still see each other if I don't get exclusive with him, she went on, or if you'd rather, we don't have to do anything else tonight.

I put on my best pondering face, then gave her a wicked grin. She shrieked when I swept her up and ran straight for the deepest spot along the walkway and jumped in. She knew how to pick an outfit to get wet in! It wasn't quite dark yet, so I could enjoy how dark and shiny her skirt became. Her blouse went magnificently transparent to the point that she may as well have been swimming in her bra.

We acted like total dorks out there dressed up in the lake. We caught and dragged in everyone we knew including Tina, Brian and to her chagrin, Carrie. The more people we dragged into the water, the more joined us in our quest to soak everyone who paid attention to us.

We caught Cassie and Ronnie and dragged them in. Ronnie was wearing cut offs and a tank top that night and wasn't worried about getting in trouble. I found out it wasn't getting wet that her dad didn't like. It was the fact that the skirt was brand new. He didn't do anything other than give her some extra chores back at home.

We didn't have to drag Julie, Barry and Crystal in. They saw the party going on and jumped in. And no, Julie still wasn't wearing a bra!

Mary Beth and I did find a dark dead end in the campground and parked. My front seat was already wet from driving back from the carnival, so searching for a quiet corner all wet didn't matter. We soaked the back seat too. Well, I sort of asked her if she would just leave her wet mini-skirt on and let meWell, you know I love wet clothes.

That was the last night we were really together. It was the culmination of a summer romance. As I said in the first chapter, I did stop off on my way home later in September and say hello to her family and take her out for a bite. She had dated the guy from school a couple of times and he was sort of pushing her to make a decision about who she wanted. Thanks to something that had happened, which I will explain in the next chapter, I was fine with letting her go. That was the guy I mentioned in the first story. They did have an accident who I hear is a very good husband and father today. Mary Beth and Dave are also still very happy. I just wonder what if I'd held on a little harder. Then again, the next year worked out pretty well for me and led up to the great life I have now. The Wetgalfan Chronicles will continue.
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