Three Rivers
It was a sun-sparkling afternoon when Dick Parker returned home from Pinkney's Hobbies with a fresh, new bottle of model glue.
The young man planned to spend his free time putting together a model of an ARC-170 Starfighter and drift blissfully into his own little world. Dick figured he would then join his step mom, stepsis, and also Ms. Krendall and her lovely daughter, Madison, for a relaxing swim in the Parker pool.
The young Parker boy had begun to love swimming with the ladies. He treasured seeing Ms. Krendall in a bathing suit, noticing how her soft skin seemed to glow in the afternoon sun. It was as if certain parts of her amazing body yearned to be exposed. Her thighs, her delicate shoulders, her legs - anything usually covered by her teacher-esque attire - looked absolutely stunning when it was left naked for all to see.
And that's not to say Dick didn't also enjoy playing games with young Maddy in the pool. The two carried on like children, splashing each other, playfully dunking one another underneath the water, even engaging in a few games of Marco Polo.
In addition, Dick's natural sexual urges had their impact, as he loved watching Madison's large breasts bounce about in her suit any time she moved in the water.
And Janet and Carrie, meanwhile, treated each trip to the backyard pool as if it were a fashion show, seemingly unveiling a new sexy swimsuit every afternoon. Dick absolutely loved their vibrant personalities and the confidence they had in their bodies and themselves.
The women, in turn, greatly enjoyed Dick's company. He had such a kind and fun-spirited demeanor about him, as he brought the level of fun and excitement up several notches. He always made sure everyone was having a good time.
He served the women drinks, brought out his radio to play music while they swam, and even got the barbecue going and made everyone some burgers and hot dogs for lunch. He was turning into quite the host.
And it should also be pointed out that the ladies greatly enjoyed Dick's unabashed, full-frontal nudity. They didn't just get a kick out of the fact that Dick was always naked, but that he had grown more and more at ease in living that way. Because he was so comfortable with his body, it made them feel even more comfortable about theirs. Added to that, Dick's uncompromising nudism around the Parker place was a celebration of the male form.
On this day, that celebration included two more key figures.
As Dick walked around the side of the house towards the pool, he casually glanced upon a small Anacacho Orchid Tree. He saw that a number of bees were busy buzzing around it. He noticed one bee in particular, sort of hovering in the center of it all, while the others gravitated to it.
"Must be the queen," he mused, as he made sure not to get stung.
It was as if this sight symbolized another. As Dick walked around to the back, he saw Barney and Craig, his two best buds, buzzing about Carrie, who was seated quite comfortably in a lawn chair.
"Their queen," Dick laughed to himself.
"Oh, Dick, come here, you have to see this," Carrie said as she leaned forward in her brown-and-white striped chair.
"What is it?" Dick asked curiously, in turn offering a quick 'hello' to his two chums.
"Barney, the goofball that he is, drove all the way to Dripping Springs and brought me back a present," Carrie raved.
Dick could see her holding something, a book of some sort. Before he could wonder what it was, Carrie provided the answer.
"My old high school yearbook," she announced happily. "The other day when we were chatting, I mentioned offhand to Barney that mine had gotten lost somewhere along the way. And the sweet young man that he is, he drove all the way to Dripping Springs..."
"Some hundred or so miles," Barney bragged. "It was way out there. I even passed the Rooland Oil Refinery..."
Carrie shook her head, amazed he would go to such trouble.
"I went into the library at your old school, and they had a number of them just sitting back there in the office," Barney explained. "The guy said they were getting ready to throw them away. Would have been a shame to let it go to waste."
Carrie was already entranced by the book's contents, thumbing through the glossy pages and taking in each one with a tremendous sense of nostalgia. The last 18 years of her life, she had willingly and lovingly dedicated so much of her time to raising Janet, so it was nice to relive some of her old high school memories.
"I...I got my own copy too," Barney admitted, as the two other boys cracked up.
"What?" Barney scoffed. "Mrs. Parker's a beautiful woman, and I wanted a constant reminder of her..."
"Besides, the darn thing has tons of pictures of her."
Dick and Craig had to laugh a bit more, knowing full well what Barney would be doing with that yearbook, especially the pictures of Carrie, and how he would be glancing at those pictures, in his, eh, private time...
Carrie, simply amused and flattered by the crush young Barney Bussett had on her, continued to show him her affection.
"Come, here, sweetie," she beckoned, and then planting a very wet, affectionate kiss on Barney's cheek. "You are a very thoughtful young man. This was so sweet of you."
As Carrie mentioned name after name of people she knew and wanted to see again, Barney just basked in the glow of his achievement. He loved that his gift had brought her so much joy.
"I've always wanted to get in touch with everybody from Dripping Springs," Carrie said with conviction. "Maybe even throw a big bash. A big reunion of sorts."
"Can we come, Mrs. Parker?" Barney asked.
"Of course you can come, goofball," she said. "You three would be my guests of honor."
A big bash at the Parker house was surely something to look forward to. Already, it seemed to possess utmost significance.
But in the meantime, a pretty neat little pool party was about to get started.
"Is it cool if we swim?" Craig asked.
"Yes, indeed. In fact, I would encourage it. The heat index is supposed to go up to a hundred and two," Carrie pointed out. "There's not much else to do on a day like this."
The boys eagerly got ready for their swim. They showed no hesitation whatsoever in getting fully undressed in Carrie's presence.
As the three eager young men got completely naked and their penises came into view, conversation flowed all the same.
"Which way did you take to Dripping Springs. For Heaven's sake, don't tell me you went down 95," Carrie commented as she casually looked upon each boy's nakedness with a loving smile.
"I...took 95 to 972. I was gonna hop on 35 South and ride it all the way out, but this stupid, fat-ass cow wandered out of Old Man Custer's Ranch, distracted me..." Barney rambled on.
"Jeez Louise, that must have taken you forever to get there," Carrie said.
"Eh, not too bad," the Bussett boy replied, kicking aside his shorts and indirectly making his penis bounce a bit in the warm sunlight.
"You should have asked me which way to go, Barney Bussett. I would never steer you wrong," Carrie told him.
"Well I wanted it to be a surprise," he insisted.
Carrie shook her head but again offered her affection, rewarding him with a kind smile.
The boys, as if by instinct, had to glance upon each other's nudity just for a second, comparing and contrasting a bit. This was only natural. But they had each grown to feel confident in their bodies and in themselves, and Carrie was a big reason for that. After giving their own bodies a quick once over, the young men shifted all of their attention to Carrie.
The beautiful brunette was dressed in a pair of snug-fitting white, cotton shorts, and a Texas Rangers baseball shirt that had been the bud of many jokes around the house that morning. The Rangers, in the midst of another mediocre season, were not the pride of Texas, but nevertheless Carrie always stood by the home team, and her home.
"I love it here, don't you?" she remarked to Dick, as she glanced about the yard, enjoying the sight of the Bluebonnets, surrounding a gorgeous Pink Evening Primrose.
"Yeah, you've done an unbelievable job," Dick complimented her.
As Dick looked around and pointed out particular flowers that he really liked, Carrie had already resumed looking at her yearbook.
"Mrs. Parker, you should totally have a reunion party with all your friends," Barney insisted.
The stunning 35-year-old wife and mother was wearing a lovely grin that hinted she was now giving serious thought to that very idea.
"That would be something," she said. "All of those guys...Wow, I haven't seen them in ages."
"Guys?" Craig asked.
"Well most of my friends in high school were guys, hon," she told them. "Dick knows the story - I remember mentioning to him more than once that I was kind of a tomboy growing up."
Barney and Craig thought of how cool it must have been to be a guy at Dripping Springs back in 1961, and be friends with a gal like Carrie. It made the boys savor how much time they got to spend with her now.
Carrie took one last look at the yearbook and handed it back to Barney so he could peruse it some more.
"Well, thank you, Mr. Bussett, for escorting me down Memory Lane," Carrie announced with a big smile.
"It was my pleasure, Mrs. Parker," he told her.
"Just don't get that anywhere near the pool," she smiled. "I don't want it to get wet. When you're done looking at it, I'm going to find a very special place for it on the bookshelf in the living room."
As there was a brief silence, Barney decided to fill it with more praise of the woman he had such a delightful crush on.
"What was it like being the most beautiful girl in school?" Barney posed, the tone in his voice and the expression on his face denoting a great sincerity to his question.
"Oh, man," Craig laughed, finding it funny how much Barney openly worshiped Mrs. Parker, but at the same time, Craig couldn't blame him.
Carrie chuckled, her face even blushing a bit.
"Ya' know, Barney, I just took it one day at a time," she said, then giggled a bit, playing right along with Barney's question.
