The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 8
More Fun with Lisa

A little after one o'clock a handful of cars and trucks pulled into the water slide parking lot. Connie got out of the passenger side of an older Dodge pickup driven by a teenager who looked to be about the same age as she was. (So much for fixing my roommate up.) Connie carried a couple of pizza boxes and we gathered around some picnic tables.

Connie's boyfriend, who I would eventually learn was named Bret, spoke up seeing Lisa and I soaking wet: Hey! How long have you been here?

Uh, most of the morning, Lisa replied sheepishly.

Connie was still dressed just as I remembered her earlier. She wanted to show off the slide to her new beau all personal like! she joked in a much thicker and obviously put on southern accent than I heard her use earlier. She tilted her head and flapped her eyelashes as she spoke. Funny, I've never been called anyone's beau before.

You're holdin' out on us, a blond with her hair in a ponytail said. She was wearing orange nylon running shorts and a very form fitting red French cut cropped t-shirt that read, Foxy in silver metal flake script. Who's this guy you've been talking our legs off about since school started?

Wow! She really was hung up on me! The feeling was fast becoming mutual. Anyway, there were about nine other couples there besides Lisa and me. Don't ask me all their names because I am terrible with them. I remember Bret because I saw the most of him. We double-dated with Connie and him once in a while and even if we didn't, he was often around their house. Oh, and I think Foxy was named Lori. I remember her because once we started riding the water slide again and she got that outfit wet, she was the only thing that even remotely interfered with my concentration on Lisa.

Speaking of outfits, Jeff Senior's attitude about swimwear must have been shared by most of the people in town. Out of everyone else who showed up, one girl had a bikini top on under a pink California Muscle Tank, (at least that's what I call them). You know, they have a very long racer back, extremely large arm holes that go halfway down your side and are long and baggy so they show off a lot of skin. A girl couldn't get away with one without something underneath. A guy had trunks on, but they could also have been gym shorts. Everyone else was in some sort of street clothes, mostly cut offs or jeans, camisole tanks for girls and t-shirts and tank tops for everyone. The only other thing close to swimwear was a girl in matching red bike shorts and sports bra with a white racer back tank like I described above.

It was fun having a group like that there were everyone knew everyone else and immediately made me feel like part of their gang. Couples rode down on the same mat like Lisa and I had, but we also got individual mats and did head first slides. We put chains together that were much longer than anything that would have been allowed during regular business hours. The longest had 8 people but it didn't stay together all the way down. Like riding as a couple, the most fun part was getting tangled up with everybody at the bottom.

Still, there was much to be said about having the place to ourselves. Lisa seemed to sense this in me, or maybe she just wanted to be alone too. You want to blow this place and do something really fun? she asked.

I completely misunderstood what she meant. You mean like what we did earlier?

Later, maybe. I meant with our CLOTHES ON! she scolded. Dang if you don't have a one track mind!

Sorry, I said, bowing my head over like a naughty little boy, which of course elicited that infectious laughter. That sound was quickly becoming a turn on for me.

I'll tell Connie to shut everything down and lock it back up when they're done. Lisa said and left me to gather up my belongings. This was definitely a small town. Everyone had left wallets, car keys and purses piled on the ticket counter knowing they would all be there when they were ready to leave.

I'll drive to this one, Lisa said when she returned and put her hand out for the wagon's keys. How much of a daredevil are you?

Truth be told, not much of one. Big Thunder Mountain at Disney is my idea of a break-neck coaster although I had been on The Beast at King's Island and Lisa talked me into going on the looping Wabash Cannonball at Opryland, (story upcoming). In about five weeks I would also be attending Air Assault School. However, I was told I had to do that. When it came to volunteering to do scary things, I tended to step back instead of stepping forward.

On the other hand, here was a girl who thought I hung the moon. I'll try anything once, I said with fingers crossed.

Great! Then you'll love this. You're not too attached to those clothes, are you?

She wouldn't tell me anything about where we were going but I could tell she was driving around the reservoir. We pulled up into a little picnic area that was at the end of a dirt road. We were the only car there. Lisa opened the back of the wagon and exchanged her flip-flops for that old pair of Converse she swam in when we met.

You'll want to leave all your stuff here, she said. Like I was going to carry my wallet around in my hands. I sure wasn't going to put anything in my wet pockets. I was using summer wallet but still

A trail led into the woods along the edge of the lake and a small sign had the symbol for dam.

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I thought I knew what she was planning. It was something I had always wanted to do, but was illegal where I grew up. It may have been there too, but she didn't seem to care, if that was indeed what she was up to.

Are we going dam sliding? I asked.

Aw! You guessed my surprise! You ever been before?

No, honestly, I replied.

You're gonna love it! she said.

After a really short walk, we could hear water rushing. The dam was visible through the trees but the trail broke out into the open as we got to it and I got my first good look. It was a mostly earthen dam with a recessed concrete spillway. The spillway was about a hundred feet long, give or take, sloping down at about 30 degrees with the sides going up at about 45 degrees. In fact, it looked a lot like this one at a state park in Indiana that I discovered and have ruined a lot of shorts on since.






Water was really rushing down it. We had had some rain that week.

Want me to go first to show you how? Lisa asked.

Now most guys would have been offended by that, but I decided to let the expert show me. Go right ahead, I urged. I was eager to try it, but cautious nonetheless.

We walked across the earthen part of the dam to the spillway. Now be careful, she cautioned. She didn't need to. I could tell it was slippery. The green spots will make you go fastest, but you'll slip and fall on your ass guaranteed if you step on one. The best way is to scoot across the top on your butt or you can go down a ways and come in from the side if you want for your first try so you don't get going as fast.

You do whatever you like and I'll follow, I said.

All right, City Boy!

Lisa carefully sat down on the spillway, drenching her now-damp jeans again. She scooted over to her right and motioned for me to follow. I mimicked her movements and even as I scooted, holding myself at the top by clutching the concrete lip behind me, I could feel the water wanting to take me with it. Lisa didn't go all the way to the middle, but stopped where a large green patch of algae began about five feet in front of us and extended about two thirds of the way down.

Lean forward going down to go fastest, she explained over the sound of the water flowing around us. If you lean back at the end, you'll make a bigger splash, but you'll get more water up your nose and it might hurt a little. If you keep leaning forward, you won't, but it won't make a very big splash.

Which way do you do it? I asked.

She leaned over and kissed me and grinning wickedly said, Just watch!

Lisa let go of the concrete lip and didn't even have to push herself off. The current swept her away immediately and I could see her visibly pick up speed when she hit the algae patch as rooster tails formed behind her.

WOO HOO! I heard her scream. I didn't need to watch. That grin she gave me told me precisely what she was going to do. Nearing the bottom and sailing ten times fast than our fastest time down the water slide, she leaned back and I heard an audible slap when she made contact with the water and vanished under a gigantic splash. A moment later she surfaced and stood up in water up to her waist.

She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled up the spillway, YOUR TURN!

I had been called out. I released my grip on the concrete lip and the current immediately took me with it. I hit the algae patch and started screaming down the spillway. I could hear Lisa laughing and yelling over the sound of the water and me sliding on it.

In no time at all, I was at the bottom. I had a split second to decide if I was going to punish myself in the name of fun or wimp out. While I was more than willing to let her go first and show me how to do it instead of being a typical male and trying to figure it out myself, I wasn't going to let a girl show me up, not even one as pretty, sexy and damn fun to just be around as Lisa. I leaned back just as I got to the water.

And water was all I saw for a second or two. The spillway continued to the bottom of the tail water channel and so did I. The splash slapped me in the face and stomach, (There was the hurt she spoke of.), and it felt like a quart went up my nose. When I felt myself stop moving, I got my feet under me and stood. I immediately sneezed thanks to the algae water in my nose, lost my balance and fell backwards. I finally got my bearings and my footing and stood up to look around for Lisa. She was standing on the bank, her hair a wet disheveled mess and her tank top and jeans dripping, and she was laughing her ass off at me.

Not bad for a city boy! she declared.

I made it, didn't I? I announced with my arms spread open. I joined her on the bank.

How was it, then? Lisa asked.

It was amazing!

Ready to go again?

You bet!

We sloshed our way back to the top and scooted back over to the big algae spot. Wanna race this time? she asked.

Bring it! I replied.

She counted us off, On your mark; get set; GO!

I let the current grab me, but Lisa gave herself several push offs.

Cheater! I yelled, listening to her giggle. I pushed myself and increased speed but I couldn't overcome the head start she got. I was right behind her when she hit the bottom and I took some of her splash in the face.

She faced me, both of us wobbling in the tail water current, Lisa still giggling at getting the jump on me. Is that legal? I quipped.

Looking like the most beautiful drown rat I had ever seen, she answered, Didn't I tell you?

I pulled her into my arms and we kissed and lost our balance and fell under the surfaceand of course we thought that was hilarious.

Best two out of three? I asked.

You're on! she shouted.

I pushed off and won that time. I had the weight advantage, not being the one hundred-twenty pound weakling I had been going into the army anymore. She had a healthy figure, (just enough of her to get a grip on, I liked to say), but she was petite, about five-three. I was probably twenty or twenty-five pounds heavier which assisted gravity.

I won the tie-breaker too and that resulted in Lisa wanting it best three out of five. She won that and I asked for four out of seven. It wasn't that we had that much of a rivalry going. It had just become a joke now and we were having fun, much like we did at Paris Landing, acting like total dorks and inhaling half the lake.

After a few rides, I noticed that the back of Lisa's jeans was turning greener and greener from sliding down through the algae on the spillway. I figured mine must be too. Then I started to notice little spots where her underwear was poking through that got a little larger as the afternoon wore on and threads hanging from the bottom of her tank top.

When Lisa finally conceded, I think we were at best nine out of seventeen; I asked her, Do my shorts look as bad in the back as your jeans? They're solid green and full of holes.

Yup! she replied. Your t-shirt is all green and eaten away at the bottom too. Remember? I asked if you were attached to those.

Oh, I don't care, I replied. Having fun with her was the most important thing to me, but had I known we were going to do this, I would have worn those ratting, muddy things from Paris Landing. Oh well, it was an excuse to buy some new jeans and cut off another old pair.

Comes with riding this thing, she said. My parents used to get really pissed until I got a job and could replace stuff myself. They used to make me sew patches on my ass when I wore pants through.

Must have been embarrassing, I commented. I remembered going to grade school with the iron on patches covering holes in my Sears Toughskins. Those pants were what would become my summer shorts each year.

Not when most everyone else had them too, she explained. Hey, since everything is ruined in the back, want to go down head first and see if we can make the front just as bad?

Sure! Let's go for it! I said. I used to go down the big slide at Dietz head first and go skimming over the lake. How much different could it be?

It was a LOT different. Twice as much water up the nose for starters. Like I said before though, we were being total dorks together, so what did we care?

My shirt and her tank top were both green and full of holes in the front after five or six times down on our stomachs. My shorts didn't get ripped up too badly, just green, but Lisa's jeans really bore the brunt of it. Her knees were already ripped out, but now they were torn open from seam to seam. The other little worn spots and pin holes were now big enough to poke your finger or thumb through. But it was time to stop because we both agreed we were getting tired.

We look like two wet hobos. Lisa said. More like washed up castaways really.

Yeah, the one thing to top it off would be to wrestle in the mud, I replied. You know of any here?

Not here, but if the weather is still nice and you want to come back next weekend, I know a place we can go! She snickered, but something told me she was serious.

I'll think about it, I replied. Hey! Since the city boy finally whupped you in the race, you want one last one; winner take all?

O.K, but how about a little wager? she asked. Loser gives the winner one wish, no questions asked.

Now THAT sounded interesting! You're on! I declared.

We climbed back to the top and scooted over to our racing position, sitting up above the big algae spot.

Lisa said, On your mark; get set; GO! and we both pushed off and pumped several times.

Lisa obviously got the drop on me and was slightly ahead and pulling away. As we neared the bottom, she slowed considerably and I could see her forcing her hands down onto the spillway and putting on the brakes. She was letting me win.

I hit the bottom and kicked up a splash. Lisa went under right behind me. You win! she declared. Guess I owe you one wish!

Did you let me win? I asked with my head cocked.

I'll never tell! she said with her head cocked coyly and sort of twirling back and forth. That expression was such a comical contrast to her wet hair stringing in all directions and her drenched, shredded and algae-stained jeans and tank top.

We held each other and sloshed our way back up the side of the spillway and onto the trail that led back to the picnic area. There was a fishing dock on the reservoir there and I couldn't resist sweeping Lisa up and running off the dock with her in my arms and shrieking all the way.

That wasn't your wish, was it? she asked, treading water in front of me.

No, I didn't mean for it to be, I replied.

Good 'cause you would have wasted it. You can do that anytime you want!

Nice, I'll make a note of that!

You must like water a lot, she said after we'd climbed back onto the dock.

Complains the girl who took me to the water slide and dam sliding in the same day, I countered.

Who's complaining? I love water! she declared.

It was of course too good to pass up and later she swore she didn't set herself up, but as she declared she loved water, she was standing right against the edge of the dock and had thrown her arms out for emphasis. I gave her arm a shove and with a shriek, she was back in the lake again. I cannon-balled in after her.

Thanks, she said sarcastically. You know I'll get a bath tonight.

Maybe it's washing some of the algae off, I responded.

We swam back and hung on the dock facing each other. Wet or dry, she was gorgeous. She gave me a kiss and said, This is fun and all, but I need a chance to give you your wish before we go home for dinner. My folks are cooking out tonight.

We both pulled up onto the dock, water pouring out of our trashed clothes and sloshed to the Mercury. What kinda wish you want? she asked, her head cocked and a lusty look on her face.

Assuming I could ask for anything, I gave the universal sign for a blow job, tongue in cheek and hand up to the mouth like you're holding a microphone.

Oh, she said and looked down.

Thinking I'd crossed a line I pulled her close to me immediately and lifted her gaze to meet mine, I'm sorry! I began. If it's over the line for you, something you just don't want to do

It's not that at all, she replied. I don't know how.

Only having experienced them this summer myself and most of those just recently over the same weekend, I could understand.

At least that is what one of my boyfriends I used to have said, she admitted. Through getting to know her, I'd eventually learn that both of the boys she had been close to had been jerks. One got what he wanted from her and moved on. The other was uber-controlling. Someone like Lisa who was a good sport about everything would be easy to take advantage of by that kind of person.

Really he just said I didn't know what I was doing and to give up, she corrected herself.

Did he ever try to help to tell you what he liked? I asked.

No, he just assumed I'd know.

It's a common mistake of youth. Want to try again? I asked. Don't feel pressured. PLEASE don't feel pressured. That was the last think I wanted. I had a good thing starting here with someone who was close by, was really pretty and seemed crazy about me. The last thing I was going to do was scare her off.

Oh! You're not pressuring me! You never could, she replied. What had I done to illicit that much trust in her so soon? Is that your wish, for me to try?

It is, I said. I'll tell you what is good and what isn't.

Now, every woman knows how to do it. The mechanics aren't any different than by hand or by penetration. It's just the technique that needs fine tuning. Lisa put down all of the back seats in the Mercury and we crawled into the back end. We kissed and undressed each other and I sat with my back against the front seat. I needed a little encouragement following plunge after plunge into the dam's tail water, but some handiwork (pun intended) from Lisa and even a little use of her lips and tongue got me up and going.

Knowing she could do that got her confidence up; I think. She took my cock's whole head in her mouth.

Just lips and tongue, I encouraged her. That's it. Keep your lips wet. OH YEAH! That's perfect!

O.K, now use your hand to stroke it, I told her, gently rubbing her bedraggled hair with the hand that was cupping the back of her head. You're making up for not being able to go all the way down yet.

You want me to go all the way down? she paused and asked and went right back to work.

Don't do it all at once, I told her. That takes practice and building up a tolerance for. Take as much as you feel comfortable. (Found out later THAT was what ticked the other boyfriend off. He thought every girl ought to be able to deep throat immediately.)

Her initial tolerance was to take about one third. The rest she stroked with her handand it was MORE than sufficient!

Oh hell yeah! Keep doing that just as long as you're able! That's perfect! I gasped. Now hum a little bit.

And she started to hum: "Mmmm, mmmm..."

OH FUCK! I yelled out. You lied! You DO know what you're doing! I teased.

She snickered though her nose and nearly sent me through the car roof. My reaction got her tickled and made her do it again which sent me into pre-ejaculation euphoria.

Now proper etiquette would be to inform the young lady that one is about to erupt to let her decide how she wants to handle it, especially on her first successful attempt. Please forgive this author of forgetting proper etiquette in this instance. Either Lisa knew more than she thought or I was a better teacher than I thought because I was totally lost in my own world at that point. Only her grunting Mmmm! (and not the purr Mmmm!) made me realize that I had not given her any indication that I was even close and now I was filling her mouth.

To her credit, she kept doing exactly what I said to keep doing until I was done. She backed off of me and I saw her make a face as she forced herself to swallow.

Oh crap! I'm sorry! I should have said something! I was justwellyou were doing so well. I begged.

She snickered at my fluster. It wasn't that bad. she said. I sort of knew you were close by the way you were breathing and I was wondering if I should say something and then you started. I thought I may as well let you finish.

But you evenuhswallowed, I stammered.

Once I figured out it wasn't going to kill me, I figured just as well take it all the way. Besides, isn't that what you're supposed to do?

Well, you don't have to.

Now you tell me, she replied with a sardonic grin that assured me that she indeed knew she didn't have to.

You want me to now? I asked, giving my tongue a little flip.

No. That was your one wish for winning the last race, no strings attached. She paused and asked, Was I really that good?

You were magnificent, I said. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

For the time being, you're the only one I want critiquing me.

You may ask why a sweet country girl uses words like critique. Well the truth was, Lisa was really smart. It was just one more bit of icing on the cake of our relationship because I could talk about nerdy, techy things and she understood and appreciated them. Her being really smart was also indirectly responsible for the eventual downfall of our relationship, but that is for another chapter. For now, we've got to get to that cookout.

Which is where I think I'll leave you. Things continued to be interesting that day, including something that might have scared me off if I hadn't been so nuts about this girl.