The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 7
Fun with Lisa

I didn't waste any time. Now that I knew for sure that Mary Beth still didn't want to be exclusive and she knew I really didn't. I called Lisa on Sunday from my parents' house and asked what she was doing the following Saturday.

Hoping I'd hear from you! was the reply I got, along with that infectious laugh. I told you before that Lisa was a laugher. Sometimes laughers are obnoxious, but not her. She could warm anybody's heart.

What is there to do around McKenzie? I asked.

Plenty, if it stays hot like it's been! Lisa replied. Bring lots of clothes!

We goin' swimmin'? I inquired.

Something like that. How early can you be here?

Wow, didn't Mary Beth ask me something like that? With my history with women, I couldn't believe so many girls were so anxious to see me. I had liked a lot of different girls in high school, but only two really paid any attention to me. To the rest, I was invisible. I won't bore you with all the details, but Hanna and I had been friends all throughout high school, but never really developed a relationship until our senior year. After graduation, I left for the army and after that summer, she went to a local university. She began having doubts about us. I came home for Christmas that year and after seeing me again, things went back to the way they used to be. I left again and the doubts came back. I came home between A.I.T. and my assignment at Ft. Campbell and things got better again. Then I left for Ft. Campbell. That was in April. By May we were screaming at each other over the phone how we never wanted to see each other ever again. Oh, we did, but it was years later. We were even Facebook friends for a while, but getting older I saw how we were polar opposites in every respect, politically, religiously, philosophically and anything else you can think of. Now I know why we drove each other crazy.

Sorry, got off track. Lisa asked me how fast I can get there. How early is too early? I asked.

Any time after dawn is fine. I can't wait to see you!

I heard her blow a kiss through the phone as we hung up. My gosh, she was affectionate!

Back at Ft. Campbell, my roommate asked me if I wanted to do anything that upcoming weekend.

No, I have a date Saturday, I replied.

You're going back to Indiana for one day? he asked. He knew I had C.Q. (Charge of quarters, overnight duty), on Sunday. He also knew about Mary Beth, and as far as he knew she was the only one I was seeing. I hadn't said anything yet about Lisa and I never told a soul about Maddie, not that we were seeing each other anyway.

No, this girl is from McKenzie, I explained. I met her at Paris Landing last week.

She got any friends or sisters? he jokingly asked.

All I know for sure is that she has a younger brother, I told him. I'll find out and report back. How's that?

Don't hold out on me and keep them all to yourself, you dog! he joked. Two timin' Sutton, keeping girls in two towns. (He used my real name of course. But I'll never tell it here.)

Saturday arrived and I got on the road early, (the McDonald's drive thru had just opened for breakfast if that's an indication.) A couple of hours and a few broken speed laws later I was turning onto the country road Lisa told me her house was on. This was back before county-wide addresses when everyone out in the sticks had a rural route address and their name on the mailbox. Lisa had described the house in great detail and it was easy to find.

I pulled up a long driveway to an unimposing home that was originally a simple ranch, but had a two-story addition jutting out behind it. There was a metal swing set visible behind the house as I pulled up. A travel trailer sat next to the garage. The garage door was up and inside it was parked an early seventies Mercury Colony Park station wagon. Next to it was a late model GMC one ton pickup and behind the first wagon in the drive was a seventy-nine Chevy Caprice Estate station wagon. I recognized the year because my father had a Caprice sedan that same year. The house sat on a small hill and as I got nearer to it, I could see a small pond behind it. (Sound familiar? It should!)

I hadn't even shut the car off before Lisa bounded out of the garage's door to the house and shot out of the garage, running as fast as flip-flops would let her, beaming a smile that could melt the Ice Queen and followed by another girl with lighter, maybe dirty blond hair, but similar enough features to know they were related. She was wearing sneakers like Lisa wore in the lake when I met her, but both of them were wearing well-worn flared bottom jeans with holes in the knees and other places along the legs and the hems completely fringed out and white pleather belts around their waists. Lisa had a pink racer-back ribbed tank top on with her bright blue bra straps showing and the other girl wore a gray t-shirt that said, McKenzie High School P.E. which had had the sleeves cut off of it and showed off what looked like a red sports bra through where she had cut into the main shirt down the sides. I was suddenly glad I hadn't dressed up. I had brought along one of Maddie's step up my game outfits, but I was wearing faded Levis cut offs, a yellow Screaming Eagles, Ft. Campbell, KY t-shirt with the division insignia and the same checkered canvas oxfords from the dunk tank. There were a pair of jeans, more cut-offs and several t-shirts in a duffle back with the O.P. outfit as well as another pair of shoes. Well, she said to bring plenty of clothes.

You made it! Lisa exclaimed and planted a huge kiss on me just as an older lady who I assumed was her mother stepped out of the garage. I felt myself getting a little warm and wondering what her reaction was going to be to Lisa's very warm reception. She smiled as she approached though, wearing very short cut offs, what looked like a man's denim work shirt with the sleeves cut (or ripped) out tied across her stomach and more old sneakers. She also looked very attractive for her relative age. (She should sound familiar too.)

Come on! Lisa urged, shoving me back in the car. We're going to have a blast!

Lisa Ann! her mother said. Bring him in first and introduce him. Then to me she said, You're all she's talked about since we came back from the inn.

Now I've mentioned being sheltered when I was young and my parents sometimes being over-protective, but I don't think I mentioned that I was also an only child. Both my parents had come from big families though, so I had lots of cousins around. And dealing with my dad's family who was from southern Indiana and may as well have been full southern, sort of prepped me for this experience. There were six kids. There was Lisa's older brother, Jeff, 18, who wasn't there because he had left for the army that summer. One year younger was Lisa, 17, and then another year younger was Connie, 16, who had come out with her to greet me. Next came Bobby, 13, who I had seen at Paris Landing and Mike who was 11. Finally, there was Charlie. He was 8. I would eventually learn that they had adopted him within the family when a cousin got in trouble, as it was still often referred to in those days. I could relate because one of my cousins had done the same thing for another cousin. Her father was also Jeff and her mother was Kris.

They all lived their together in that house, which like I said, had been added on to. It also did not have central air. Jeff and Kris had a window unit in their bedroom and that was it. It was also still very hot even though it was September. I grew up without A/C, but I had gotten used to it in the barracks. A ceiling fan rotated at full speed in the living room and I could hear others running in the house.

Lisa had just gotten her own room. She took over Little Jeff's room when he left. She had been sharing with Connie who was also on her own for the first time. Bobby and Mike doubled up and Charlie had his own. There was a guest room of sorts in the basement and her dad was working on building a bathroom down there.

Thirty plus years later, I understand now why some girls are mega-low maintenance (as I would learn Lisa was) and others are harder to deal with. It comes from the family. Lisa was southern and a true country girl (and part of Darcie after I had really fleshed her out is based on Lisa). However she was also from a big family and it was male dominated which meant that she and her sister both had to put up with a lot of teasing and pranks to get along and not go crazy. I would have married this girl if our life paths hadn't forked off in different directions, but that is something for a later chapter.

Now come on! she exclaimed, pulling my arm.

You two should take the Mercury, her mom said. She handed me a set of keys and headed out to back the Chevy out of the way. You don't want to mess up that pretty Impala.

I was befuddled. She just handed me the keys to one of their cars and I still didn't even know what Lisa had planned. Such was the chaos in a big family.

Luckily the Mercury had been in the garage so the dark vinyl seats didn't burn several layers of skin off. The seats were in good shape but the carpet had seen better days. This beast had certainly been a family workhorse. I started the engine and what had to have been an enormous V-8 roared to life. My uncle once had one just like this.

By the way, Lisa, where are we going? I asked with a grin while we waited for her mom to move the other station wagon.

Lisa emitted that infectious laugh and said, To my uncle's water slide.

Is it still open because of the heat wave? I asked. Traditionally those types of things closed on Labor Day unless you were in Florida.

Nope! she replied and snickered to herself, then planted a wet kiss on my lips.

O.K. then, I remarked and smirked as I backed the big beast down the driveway. She obviously had something in mind to do there and hopefully it involved us being alone.

In between giving me directions, she filled me in on the familyand reiterated how glad she was to see me.

Is this your car? I asked.

It's for Connie and me to drive, she explained. Dad kept it when Mom got her new car because that one won't pull our camper too heavy. Dad uses his truck if he takes it on fishing trips with his buddies, but if we all want to go somewhere, we don't fit unless we ride in the back, so we drive this.

Why did your mom want us to take it? I asked.

So we won't get your seats all wet, silly! she replied. I didn't bother telling her how we had soaked both the front and back seats the weekend prior.

She undid her shoulder belt and slid over to the center of the big bench set and fastened the lap belt. I don't know if she always wore her seat belt or if she did because she saw me. We were required to on post at all times so I was just in the habit of it. Mandatory seat belts for everyone were a few years away yet. She laid her head on my chest and I put my arm around her.

Just past a reservoir, I pulled into the water slide parking lot. The place was deserted. What are we gonna do here? I asked. Break in?

Heck no! Connie and I work here as lifeguards, she replied. Dating two lifeguards in the same summer? Uncanny!

I know how to run everything, she went on. My uncle lets us use it after he closes on Labor Day until the pool chemicals run out. They don't keep over winter very well, he says. My friends have been here every day after school!

We got out of the car and she said, I've got to get it running and check the water, so give me a few minutes. She started for the mechanical room, but after she had taken a couple of steps, turned right around and ran back to me and planted yet another sloppy wet kiss. Her gaze when she looked at me was simply ecstatic. So this was what it felt like to have a girl totally hung up on you. Good thing Mary Beth didn't want to be exclusive either! A girl had never looked at me that way before, but Lisa always did, even afterwell, I'm getting ahead of myself again.

I heard the pumps start up and within a minute or two water was pouring out of the two concrete flumes into the receiving pool. I took a moment to survey the slide. It was an old-style concrete slide as I mentioned. It twisted its way down a wooded hillside so that you couldn't see the top from the bottom or vice-versa. There were lights mounted in the concrete between the two flumes. I looked at the Hours of Operation and it said they were open until ten o'clock on weeknights and eleven or ? on Fridays and Saturdays. I bet it was a blast to ride at night.

Lisa came out of the mechanical room with a pool test kit. Just a couple more minutes, she said. Hopefully I don't have to add anything and let it settle. She bent over the receiving pool for a few moments, mixing pool water with the test chemicals. Perfect! she finally beamed. Come on!

Lisa unlocked a combination padlock on a small rolling door and exposed a pile of foam mats. She grabbed one and kicked off her flip flops. I took off my shoes and also tried to get one.

What do you need one for? she asked. Don't 'cha wanna ride with me? There was that gaze again!

I took the mat from her to be a gentleman and carry it and we held hands going up the hill. She didn't hesitate and walked right down the steps of the upper pool soaking her jeans to the knees.

You ever wear a bathing suit? I joked.

What for? she replied and I could tell she was being serious. Dad says they're a waste of money. If they won't let you in the water in your clothes, underwear or buck naked, it's not worth the trouble. What do you care? You had your clothes on in the lake when I met you!

Just wondering, Dear, I put a little emphasis on Dear to sound sarcastic and that got Lisa laughing again. I only wear one if I don't have a choice, I explained. So you didn't get in trouble at Paris Landing then.

No, but everybody was ticked that I held them up and they made me go to dinner like that, she said giggling.

They took you in a restaurant soaking wet like that? I was astonished. Her whole family was low maintenance.

I was dried out a little, she explained. Besides, it's just a little greasy spoon in Paris. It's on the way home and we've all gone in there after swimming before. Nobody cares. I remember when Charlie was little, he ripped his shorts and we took him in there in his underwear. You're in redneck country now, City Boy!

We were still wading in the upper pool and she threw her arms around me and gave me a long kiss. I'm going to like your family, I said when we parted lips.

I'm hot! she complained. Let's get all wet!

I tossed the mat up onto the left flume, which Lisa said was faster. Lisa sat down cross-legged, soaking her ass and most of her pant legs. I sat behind her and felt the water soak through the ass of my denim cut offs and the Hanes boxer briefs under them.

I had taken Maddie's advice to heart. Even if I was grubby on the outside, I had taken to wearing colored and printed boxer briefs when in civilian clothes. In uniform was another matter as the army required either white or the new subdued (read brown) briefs or boxers.

I pushed us off, put my arms around Lisa's stomach and we started our sliding and splashing toward the bottom of the hill. Each time we went up onto the banked sides and came back down, we kicked up a splash so that we were totally soaked by the time we got to the bottom, Lisa laughing and screaming all the way. And if we weren't totally soaked, plunging into the four-foot receiving pool finished us off. We went completely under and let the mat fly out from under us. The best part about riding tandem on a water slide, that is if you're riding with the opposite sex, is getting totally tangled up at the bottom.

We stood up sputtering and laughing hysterically. Lisa's hair was beautifully plastered, just like I remember it at Paris Landing. Her pink top went semi-transparent and showed off all of her bright blue bra she wore beneath it. Her faded jeans shined and were the same lovely shade of blue as the girl on the right in this video.






Of course she was bubbling over laughing and planted a big wet sloppy kiss on me, not that it mattered anymore.

I was quickly getting used to how affectionate she was. Years later reading a self-help book called The Five Love Languages, I figured out that touching and affection were what filled my bucket, or in other words, made me the happiest.

It felt almost as good to be wet as it did seeing Lisa soaking wet. Did you grab my butt? she demanded, her voice cracking with her infectious laughter.

It was an accident! I replied. It truly was. We really were all tangled up under the water.

She splashed me, I splashed back and then we started to wrestle until we both fell under the water. Laughing an sputtering, we sat up. Come on! Lisa commanded and retrieved the mat from where it was stuck to recycling vent. Laughing, I chased her all the way up the hill, pretending to want to grab her butt again. (I didn't have to pretend very hard!) She was shrieking, laughing and shooing me away with the mat.

She let me catch her at the top and we paused and kissed a little longer. Those were the sweetest chlorine kisses I ever got.

We rode down again the same way and splashed down just as unceremoniously. With all of the contact that happened, I can see why water slides and water parks don't allow tandem riding anymore.

So we have this all to ourselves today? I asked as we were climbing the hill again.

We do until one o'clock, she answered. Our friends wanted to come and Connie is coming with them. I told her to let me have it all to myself until one.

One o'clock was hours away. A lot could happen by then!

I put the mat in the flume and Lisa got on again. I got on behind her and gave us a shove off. I started to put my hands around her stomach again, but she grabbed them and placed each one to firmly cup a boob. I took that as her signal that whatever I wanted to do was O.K. She giggled and giggled while I felt her up all the wet ride down the hill.

I felt absolutely freed! This was very different than Maddie, who only wanted passion as revenge, and even Mary Beth. Because when I really examined it, she and I were more lust than anything else. She had done things to turn me on, like getting wet, because she knew I liked it. Lisa was turning me on simply by being herself, and I found that about as HOT as anything.

I slid the wet tank top back and forth over her soaked bra the entire ride until we splashed down again as unceremoniously as before. We stood up in the receiving pool, disheveled and bedraggled, and she melted into my arms. We kissed and as soon as I toyed with her lips with my tongue, she parted them and let me probe into her mouth. I slid my hands down her back to settle on her perfectly-sized wet ass.

I gave it a tweak and all I got in response was a little Ooooo! She kept her tongue in my mouth and her lips pressed to mine. I rubbed my hands back and forth over the wet jeans and listened to her purring, Mmmm! I pressed my hardening cock against her pelvis and her knees buckled. She fell backwards and took me under the water with her. We came back up, sputtering and laughing of course!

You remember what my dad said about swimming, she said. She pulled the tank top over her head and tossed it onto the steps leading out of the pool.

I gave her a What are you doing? gaping expression. Her wet bra was a very shiny royal blue now. It was such a joy to behold.

Don't be shy, City Boy! she said, tugging up on my t-shirt. Lemme see that chest!

She had gotten a pretty good look at it already. That shirt was rather thin. I struggled just for a second for appearances sake and let her take it over my head when she found my ticklish spot. (And believe me; she never forgot the location!) It joined her top on the pool steps.

I reached for the cheap white fake leather belt around her waist.

Hey! Who said you could get into my pants? she asked with a wink and a mouth wide open smile.

I put my hands up with a Who, me? expression.

And now who told you to stop? she then asked.

I pulled up close to her again to undo the belt and then her jeans button and zipper. She took the opportunity to plant another sloppy wet kiss. I pulled her wet jeans down to expose soaked light blue bikini panties. They were faux satin, the nylon stuff that looks like statin. I tossed her jeans to the stairs.

All right! That means I get to see yours! she bubbled. She helped herself to the old leather belt I wore when swimming in cut offs and opened my fly. She pulled the wet shorts down my legs see the soaked Hanes short-leg boxer briefs. They were gray with a sort of Tetris block printed pattern in black, blue and tealand they were plastered to my bulging cock.

Those are some fancy undies, she said, putting her hand to her face coyly, but you need to remember, City Boy, us country girls are more impressed with what's inside them!

She gave my erection a playful squeeze, and did it ever feel great! Then she grabbed the mat and ran up the steps. I got the shorts from around my ankles and dumped them with the other clothes. I took off after her up the hill. Until we got up there a way, anyone on the road could have seen us running around in our underwear.

Caught you! I exclaimed, grabbing her near the top of the hill. I was used to running in the army, but she was fast.

Uh-uh, she grunted. I wanted you to catch me!

Well now that I've got you

I snatched the mat and dropped it on the sidewalk. I took her in my arms and pulled her in for a long, wet, deep kiss and to feel her back as I caressed her wet skin. My hands slipped down to her ass in the wet panties and I gave it another tweak.

Oooo! she squeaked and grabbed up the mat and ran off toward the top of the slide.

She acted like she was going down without me, but let me catch her again just before she got on the mat. I climbed on behind her and this time didn't need her to guide my hands. I grabbed her bra cups and rubbed her all the way down.

You tryin' to get me out of the rest of my clothes? she said when we surfaced.

Maybe, I replied.

Well, keep tryin'!

We rode some more times in our underwear. There always seemed to be a car going by as we started up the hill, but no one paid any attention to us. We both got grabbier and grabbier with each other and Lisa's constant laugh assured me that she was happy with whatever I did. I made up my mind to see how far that went.

At the top of the slide, I took the mat and set it aside so it wouldn't go down on its own. Wading in the top pool, I pulled her into an embrace. I caressed her ass through her panties and she rubbed my cock through my underwear. Time to see how far she would let me push things.

I slid my arms up her back and found the drenched bra's clasp. A quick application of my natural talent and it was free. She gasped and pulled back with a that shocked by happy wide-eyed and open mouth expression and that allowed me to pull the bra down her arms. She made a half-hearted attempt at grabbing it as it slipped over her fingers. Then she crossed her arms over her chest. It was all for show though. She couldn't make it too easy, but her expression was plain: My advances were welcome.

Give that back! she pleaded, her voice cracking.

Nope!

Please! she begged again.

I winked and shot her a devilish grin. I held the bra over the slide.

OH NO! she cried, putting her hands over her mouth and flashing me her tits before remembering she was topless and crossing her arms again.

Oh yes, I replied.

I won't let you ride with me anymore, she warned, tilting her head and looking coy.

Threats won't work, I said.

I swung the bra around and teased her with it. She left her left hand over her breasts and snatched for it with her right. I yanked it back before she could grab it and held it over the slide again.

Too slow, I teased.

We danced that Tango four more times and it left us back where we started, me holding the bra over the slide and her with her left hand over her boobs and her right waiting to snatch it should I swing it at her again. I swung it at her one more time and she almost got it.

Still too slow, I teased, waving the bra over the slide.

She leaned toward me. You wouldn't dare, she chided.

Oh yeah? Well dare me then! I countered.

Fine, I dare you!

I let go of the bra and for a split second Lisa's expression was one of genuine shock as she watched it washed away by the current around the first bend. Then both hands went to her hips, flashing me her tits in all their glory.

You're really lucky you're cute and I like you! she declared with that smirk of annoyed amusement a good sport girl gives a guy when she knows she's been pranked.

I held out my arms and she fell right into them. We hugged and she giggled. Her breasts felt so good and natural against my chest. Something told me that it was far from the last time I would feel them pressed against me.

We parted and I put the mat on the slide. She climbed on and I got on behind her. I wrapped my arms around her stomach just to see what she would do. As we neared the first bend, she pulled them off and slapped my hands firmly onto her tits.

I groped her bare boobs all the way down the hill and she just giggled that giddy giggle of hers. I held onto them when we hit the splash pool and the mat fell from under us. I retrieved her bra from the recycle vent and gave it back to her. She paused on the steps and flipped her eyebrows when she just dropped in onto the growing pile of clothes and headed back up the hill.

I dropped the mat on the edge of the upper pool and pulled her close to me again.

Anything else you wanna do? she asked, leaving the door wide open for me.

Mmmm, hmmm, I replied.

I pulled her panties down her hips and expected her to put up a fight. Instead she just sighed and stepped out of them. Standing there naked, she rolled her eyes when I let them go to wash down the slide.

You know that's going to cost you yours, right? she said and pulled mine down. Even wet my cock was at full attention. OH! she remarked and let my underwear head down stream. I didn't put up any resistance. I deserved it.

She pulled up close to me, kissing me deeply and stroking my dick. I wanted her and she knew it.

Guess you and I had the same idea, she joked.

There is only one problem. I said. I need something out of my wallet. My wallet was of course on the ticket counter where we left the stuff in our pockets.

Lisa had another surprise for me. Only if you're not exactly 'healthy', she said, flipping her eyebrows on the final word. Mom put Connie and me on the pill when she thought we were getting 'boy crazy'. She said better to be safe than sorry.

Remind me to thank her, I responded. Now the question is, 'Where?'

Right here, she replied. She stepped out of the pool and from behind a tree produced one of those plastic lounges with the wheels on it.

We keep this up here to work on our tans when it isn't busy, she explained.

Lisa unfolded the lounge and laid the back rest all the way back. She lay down on it.

Come and get me, City Boy! she gasped seductively.

I snuggled onto the chair with her. Water was lapping at her butt since she had set the lounge up in the pool and it was knee deep water. We locked lips and tongues and my hand went from rubbing her tits to slipping down her stomach and caressing her with my finger.

Mmmm! she purred while I softly stroked her. She started to handle my erect cock.

Want me to do something else? I asked and flipped my tongue at her.

Oh YES! she responded. I slipped down only my knees in the water and she slid herself down to the edge of the lounge with her legs spread apart. I teased her with my tongue and she rubbed the back of my head.

You're too good at that, she moaned. Better start giving it to me or I'm gonna cum without you. Not that I would have minded.

Lisa pulled herself back up into the lounge and spread her legs open invitingly. She gasped when I accepted her invitation. We locked lips and tongues again, glazed face notwithstanding, and I plunged in and out of her. There was electricity between us. It was something I had never felt before, even with my more recent experiences, and didn't feel again until I was with my wife, (and I plan a chapter or two to explore the early days of that to wind this series down).

I left out an important detail in the Maddie story and that was that she had given me some advice and with as much contact as we had over that weekend was able to make sure I understood it. I was using all of it now. Lisa's reactions were clear that she was enjoying everything, but it was also apparent that I was surprising her. I didn't know a guy knew that, she actually gasped once. It made me curios.

We could hear cars and trucks going by on the road below. Wonder what any of them would think if they knew what was going on up here! Despite the water lapping under us, we were both starting to sweat in the late morning sun.

She started moaning quietly and it built in volume. Then I heard what every guy wants to hear: My name shrieked over and over. I relaxed and let it flow into her. Lisa let loose with that infectious giggle as we caught our breath.

Neither one of us was in any hurry to get up so I stayed there over her, inserted, keeping my weight off of her with my elbows.

We cuddled, kissedand complimented each other, which got Lisa giggling again. Then I said, Can I ask you something personal?

She laughed even harder. Looking around at my naked ass and feeling that yes, I was still a little hard and I was still penetrating her, she asked back, How much more personal can you get? Her giggles died down and she said, Sure, go ahead.

Where you really as 'boy crazy' as your mom was afraid you were?

Oh, you mean do I do stuff like this all the time? She paused and laughed again. No, I only had two other boyfriendsand none of them ever did anything like that!

Like what?

Make me feel like that! I thought I was the only one who could do that, she said. Then seeing my totally perplexed expression added, Mom also got Connie and me some toys and showed us how to use them.

That was my first clue that Lisa's family was a little bit different than what I was used to. You know? I think we just crossed the 'Too much information' barrier, I quipped.

I figured now I could tell you anything, she said with a smile that only southern girls know. Realizing I was feeling awkward, she changed the subject: But you know it's got to be getting close to one by now. Want to ride down like this to find all our clothes?

May as well, I replied, grateful that the subject was changed.

I've got an idea, she said when I put the mat up on the slide. Go ahead and sit down.

I did and she climbed past me and got in front, sitting on my lap facing me. She pressed her bare tits up against my chest and wrapped her arms and legs around me. I pushed off and locked my arms around her and held her tight up against me. We tried kissing all the way down and kept bumping heads which got us both laughing hysterically. Too bad I was spent. It would have been interesting trying to have sex that way.

We got to the bottom and I ended up on top of her in the pool. We stood, cracking up at ourselves. We retrieved our wet underwear from the recycle vent, got back into our wet clothes and spent the time waiting for others to show up making out on the pool steps.

This day was far from over, but this would turn into a novel trying to tell you the rest of it. You will just have to wait for Chapter 8.