There is a fine line between defiance and out-and-out rebellion. If you haven’t guessed it by now I have very little respect for law that are designed to control others simply for the purpose of controlling others. But part of that idea of defiance may have come from the simple fact that defiance was what lead me to meet Connie, my first wife, in the beginning. We were reminiscing about this as she lay on my chest after marital activities one night.
This was many years ago when I was a teenage boy almost out of high school. I was pretty much doing as I pleased because my parents were like that. The local city I lived had a large portion of trees and a pond cordoned off for recreation and it was fairly isolated. All hell broke loose when it was discovered that teenagers such as my self at the time were using the pond for skinny dipping. It became so big an issue, the city council did what government always does which is overreact. They basically banned all swimming in the pond. Oddly enough most people complied but I would sometimes sneak past the ‘no swimming’ signs to take a dip. I mean I had been swimming in that pond long before the city took it over in the first place.
One day though I found another car when I drove up in the dead-end where people then would follow a footpath to the pond after parking their cars. I didn’t recognize the car but I was intrigued to see who was being defiant to the law like myself. I grabbed my towel and headed down the path. As I approached the pond I didn’t hear much noise, just a splash or two from time to time so I figured it couldn’t be maybe one or two people.
As I neared the end I saw the pile of clothes. Skirt, blouse, bra, panties stockings and shoes. One set and female. I crouched down and approached the pond in stealth mode using the large ‘no swimming’ sign for cover. As I peaked around the edge of the pond I saw her. Teenage Connie was pretty much as you see her today except her hair was long and flowing down her back. I saw her dip completely under the water and when she came up she stood on the bottom which placed her breasts just above the water line. I smiled and then looked at the pile of clothes. I couldn’t resist and decided to hide them. Once I had put them up the path behind a tree and covered them with dry leaves. I headed back down and after watching her bathe for a few more minutes I stood up and cleared my throat.
Connie of course jumped out of her skin. Once she saw I was a boy she plunged down so only her neck and head was showing. The long and short of it was that I blackmailed her. She would skinny dip with me for an hour and then I would show her where her clothes were. Oddly, she smiled and agreed. I stripped down and jumped in. We had a great time and no it didn’t end (at least that time) in sex, although she did hold my hand when I took her to where her clothes were. She kissed me on the cheek and complimented me that it was the nicest date she had ever had that started in blackmail. We got dressed and headed back to where our cars were parked.
The next day we held hands and walked the halls of the high school. People were a little mystified as to how we meet but the cover story was that she had a flat tire and I had stopped to help her. It was a cover story we would tell to our children for many years later. The real story never has surfaced to anyone but ourselves. We would skinny dip together many times over the rest of our Senior year and yes some of it did end in sex from time to time. After graduation, no one was surprised that we got married.
Over time though Connie changed, perhaps I did too. I mean there is the old saw about how men don’t want their wives to change but they do and women want their husband to change but they don’t. Don’t know if there is any truth to it, but It seemed that was what happened to us. The results were not good. Now though as Connie and I reminisced she realized the one thing we should have kept doing no matter what was taking skinny dips together. I agreed that this would be a part of our lives again right to the end.
“We need to tell the true story to Tequila.”
I was surprised to hear that.
“I mean our marriage is threefold now and there should be no secrets between us. If we skinny dip we need to include her as well.”
I asked her why?
“Because she is a part of you and me now. She is your wife too and needs to be my best friend. I want us all to be equal in this and by sharing it we might all three of us draw closer.”
In the end Connie won out and we told her the next day. Tequila seemed a little surprised but then she laughed.
“If he had done that to me, I would have drowned him.”
“I almost did, but he was cute then.”
“Then?”
“Yes then, like a cute and helpless puppy. Now you’re just helpless without the women in your life.”
“True, but you always told me you took my offer becasue you wanted to see…well… how well I was equipped.”
“Also true but after I saw it, I kept you because you were cute.”
“Oh, male ego is dying now!”
We all had good laugh and then went to work.
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