LIFE AT COLLEGE... The first days (Part 17e)

I steered her to the love seat I'd been in while she and her roommates were eating. As I'd described, it was in a corner and basically hidden from those who stood in the doorway. Even though it had cooled down a bit outside it was stiil quite warm in the lounge and this location was right by a window. Elle was still a bit concerned about just how damp her bottom was and didn't want to harm the upholstery. That gave me the perfect opening to suggest that she lie on her side and across my lap just as we'd done most of the summer. She gave me one of those smirky smiles that told me she knew what I was thinking. Since the upperclasses weren't due on campus until that Monday the lounge was basically deserted so her fear of being "up close and personal" with me in public was negated. I sat down first and she then joined me. My hand was already poised and ready to go under her skirt but she wouldn't let me. I had to satisfy myself by running my fingers all around the leg elastic of her panties through her skirt. It was still in my mind to persue just how Carol's suggestion of pads and panties had worked out for her only I didn't know how to bring up the subject. Someone turned the overhead lights down and it was after that when Elle finally relaxed a bit. It didn't take long for me to attempt another foray under her skirt and this time I was successful. When my hand made it to her backside I was really surprised to find her panties were dry. They weren't though, right between her legs. It took a little "probing" to get her to open them up and once she did it was like old times. The only problem was that by having other people in the room she had to keep the "sound effects" down. That was hard for her so she'd grab my hand to make me stop... but only for a short time. It was really hard for us as we both realized that we were very limited in just how much we could do. However, it was obvious that we both enjoyed this time together.

We were reminded that it was almost curfew time by someone turning the overhead lights on and off a few times. It was only a matter of minutes for us to be at the dorm and when we arrived we found a few other couples embracing at the entryway. Our goodnight kiss was pretty platonic in comparison to what we'd been doing just minutes before. Elle still wasn't comfortable with public affection so it was very short. We agreed that I'd meet her outside the Student Union at 9am and with that I began my walk downtown to the hotel. The room still smelled musty even though I'd left the windows open. I was happy about one thing though and that was I was finally able to relieve my "frustration". After that I had a good night's sleep. I was awake by 7am and incredibly hungry. In fact, it might just have been the hunger that woke me up. I remembered having seen a storefront that appered to be a luncheonette. After showering and getting dressed I found the location and, with only $5 to spare in my pocket, ordered a ham and egg breakfast. I could've eaten another one just like it but wanted to have at least two dollars in my pocket. I made it back to the Student Union a little after 9am and found Elle sitting on the steps. I don't think it was intentional but as I approached I could see a nice little white triangle between her legs and under her skirt. I helped her up, got a little kiss and then she led me back towards the football field. It was another bright sunshiny day and the view from the top of the stadium was just as beautiful as it had been the night before.

Off to the right was a grove of trees which we subsequently found out was called "The Pines". Her RA (resident advisor), after confirming that I was Elle's steady boyfriend, had told Elle that it might be a nice place to take me if we wanted some privacy. There was a path just outside the fence bordering the field and we followed it down to the trees. The path pretty much disappeared as pine needles completely covered the ground. We walked for quite a distance but eventually found a place where we could see the horizon. There were a couple of dead trees lying on the ground and we used one as a backrest. We hadn't talked much on our way there but after we sat down I got up the courage to ask how she'd made out the previous night. At first she acted like she didn't know what I was talking about. I reminded her that Cary had interrupted us the night before right at the time she'd been telling me about Carol's suggestion for handling her nighttime wetting. She'd been so open and willing to talk to me the night before I, more or less, expected that it would be the same today. It wasn't.

After some verbal "dancing", I point blank asked her if Carol's suggestion had worked. She asked why I wanted to know. I again reminded her that she'd been the one to volunteer the information to me and I was "curious". Reluctantly, at first, she acknowleged that as uncomfortable as it had been for her at first it did have merit. Without giving me specific details she said that it wasn't "perfect" but it did help. I trird for more information but she wasn't in the mood to go any further with it. In fact, I'd made her upset and she got up and started back. I was truly puzzled.

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LIFE AT COLLEGE... First days (Part 17d)

The whole time Elle was telling me all of this she was basically sitting on one cheek and facing me, all the while continuing to be very animated. I never said a word, content to listen. But she didn't stop there. She told me that after they'd finished eating at the Student Union Carol had pulled her aside. She told Elle that she'd bed wet until she was 16 but only did it rarely any more. She told her that she could readily understand how Elle felt while telling the others about it and wasn't sure that she would've been able to have done it. Elle told me that they were actually walking behind Toby and Nancy as she was telling her this. They got to the door of the dorm but ended up staying outside, sitting on the low wall along the path. Carol went on to ask what Elle wore to bed at night and when she told her that she wore only her panties Carol couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that she didn't wear something to catch or hold some of the pee when she did go in her sleep. (You have to remember that back in the 50's there weren't any products readily available for people with this kind of problem) Carol proceeded to tell Elle what she and her mother had devised to lessen the "damage" when she did pee at night and suggested that she might think about trying it. She asked Elle if she had any heavy cotton panties and sanitary pads. Elle had left the only cotton panties she had (the ones I'd given her and the pair that Liz had loaned her) at home but she did have a new box of pads. Carol told her that what she'd done each night was to put on a pad (with a belt) and a pair of heavy cotton panties. Then she'd add another pair of heavy cotton panties and stuff another pad between the two panties. Elle, in telling me this, admitted that she thought it was a crazy idea. But she went on to say that Carol seemed so sincere that she agreed to try it. That night, when they were preparing for bed Carol slipped her two pair of her heavy cotton panties. (She used them when she was on her period) Elle said she followed Carol's instructions, changing in one of the bathroom stalls. She was sort of smiling as she told me about it as she said she felt like she had a "load in her pants" as she walked back to the room.

It was about then that Elle saw someone walking down the row that we were sitting in. Since I was blocking her view she started to stand up but, with an "Oh no!" sat right back down. Before I could ask what was wrong I heard a voice from behind me calling out to Elle. It was Cary, the other girl from Elle's High School class (Nan being the other). Even though they'd been there for three days they hadn't caught up with each other. I wasn't very happy that it was happening right then and there. Cary walked up behind me and started talking to Elle but Elle was very quiet. I knew that the two were not "best friends" but had been classmates all the way from Kindergarden. Listening to Cary you would've thought that they'd been inseperable. I could judge that Elle was very uncomfortable so made a move to get up and go but she put her hand in mine and gently tugged it to make me sit back down again. Cary stayed for probably 15 minutes, talking the whole time. When she was maybe 20 or so feet away Elle leaned over to me and whispered that she'd wet heself and spread her legs to show a puddle beneath her feet. She was actually very calm in that she didn't seem to be upset in admitting it to me. It was in direct contrast with some of the other incidents I'd witnessed. I remember her saying something like "I've got a problem.". I had one too... a very noticable bulge. I'd put my arms across my lap to hide it as I leaned forward to hear her. My concern was that she would see it and wonder why I was sexually aroused and I wasn't even touching her. I'd been successful in hiding the fact that her wetting was a "turn-on" for me and I wasn't ready to admit it right there. With the back of her skirt wet her main concern was how to get back to her room to change without being seen and how to keep her roommates from knowing.

After a minute or so I suggested that we wait until after the sunset. That way, with it being dusk, it would be harder for someone to notice. I remember her wearing a flowered skirt which was a plus but when she spread her legs again for me to see, it was definitely noticable. I looked around and there were fewer people than when we came so suggested that she pull the wet skirt out from under her and spread it out behind her, hoping that it would dry a bit. It took some persuading but she did it. We then sat back and watched the sun go down. I remember it being very beautiful with small clouds staying orange even after it disappeared. Selfishly, I'd hoped to get to feel her wet panties but her mind was more on getting back without being seen. I had to be satisfied with her cuddled into my body with one arm around her shoulder.

We waited until it was almost dark. When we stood up I couldn't see any evidence of wetness but when I patted her fanny it was there. On our way back she was obviously concerned about the possibility that one or all of her roommates might be in the room. She knew that if she changed her clothes that there would be questions. We were almost all the way back when I pointed to the Student Union. I told her that since she was almost dry we could go into the lounge until curfew (midnight) and that way her roommates wouldn't have any idea about what had happened. This time I didn't have to do much persuading.

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LIFE AT COLLEGE... The early days (Part 17c)

(What I'm going to do here is to write this almost as if I was a reporter and had interviewed her and was now writing about it. An opportunity arose a few weeks ago for me to "relive" the situation with my wife without giving away my need for the information. I was amazed at how much she remembered. Her telling me also reminded me of a lot things she'd forgotten.)

She said she was the last (of four) to arrive and that the others had already picked out thier "spots, including beds. The college had received more acceptances than they'd planned for and found themselves scrambling to make enough room for the incoming freshman. The girls had been placed in the basement of the dorm in a room that had previously housed the school newspaper. The one good thing was that everything was new. The bad things were many. The biggest complaint they had was that there was only one closet for the four to share. Bunk beds was another complaint and the fact that they didn't really have full windows to look outside or to get fresh air was also a "biggie". As soon as all Elle's thing had been brought into the room one of the girls, Toby, who umistakenly came from the city, called a meeting. Elle hadn't really gotten a chance to even talk with the others and was initially put off by her assertiveness. Toby started right in by waving the stump of an arm around in front of all of them. It was her left arm and it ended at the elbow. The were three little projections right at the end that represented her fingers. Toby started right in by saying that she was born that way and that she'd managed to do most everything she'd wanted to do even without a full arm. Elle hadn't even had time to notice it when she'd first walked into the room. Toby went on to say that she wanted no pity from any of them. She said that she wouldn't tolerate anyone fawning over her, trying to be helpful. She was a "big girl" and if she needed help she'd ask. Elle (and the others) were basically speechless. She went on to say that she had some habits that might be annoying to others and wanted everyone to know right up front. If anyone had a problem with any of them they were to go right to her and not whisper among themselves about it. All Elle could think was that Toby really was going to be a problem.

However, she didn't stop there. She then went on to ask (demand?) that the others voice their bad habits or traits so that they could all figure out a way to make the year a pleasant one. Elle went into a panic. She didn't have any idea how she was going to get the nerve to tell three girls she didn't know that she often wet her bed. One of the other girls, Nancy, gave her a few more minutes to think about it as she told of her faults. She was a small girl who was very outgoing with a smile seemingly painted on her face. She started off by apologizing but she did have a tendancy to snore. Toby, at first, groaned but a smile quickly crossed her face. Nancy then hesitated and it took a minute or two but she admitted that she was super shy about her person. She said she'd appreciate it if the others wouldn't tease her about being so modest. Caroleigh (Carol) was the next. She was raised in in an urban area and had been introduced to smoking by her peers. She said she'd already picked up on the fact that the others didn't and she promised to respect them in that area. She also said she liked to have music to study by but if the others didn't she'd try to do without it. Now it was Elle's turn. She'd worked herself up to the point of almost crying. Toby picked up on it right away and went over by her to comfort and encourage her. Elle was sitting on a chair and Toby stood by her side saying that no matter what it was that it wouldn't go beyond the room. She then elicited (demanded) that the other two agree. Elle finally began by rambling about having a problem with sleep, which, in a round about way, was true. It took more encouragement from Toby but she finally came out and said that if she didn't get up around three times a night that she would end up wetting her bed. She told them about her multiple alarm clocks and how she used them to wake up periodically during the night. Surprisingly, to Elle, they didn't look at her as some sort of freak and seemed to be more concerned about what had happened to cause the problem. That seemed to calm her down. After they'd talked about it for a while, Toby suggested that maybe Carol might give up her lower bunk. That way it'd be easier for Elle to get up and go to the bathroom and have less chance of waking Carol up when she did. Carol readily agreed. The one suggestion they all had was to have Elle put the clocks under her pillow to which Elle agreed. The one thing Elle didn't do was to tell them about the potential for "accidents" during the day. She chose not to because she'd been able to handle it all through High School when she was on a strict schedule and she figured that it would be more of the same in college. When the "meeting" ended Elle felt good about not only her roommates (including Toby) but that her "problem" didn't seem to be a problem for them.

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LIFE AT COLLEGE... First days (Part 17b)

LIFE AT COLLEGE... First days

Elle's roommates were standing right behind her watching this display of affection and, after a few "a-hems" to get her attention, she introduced me to each of them. I really didn't get to associate names with faces as they quickly left us to our own devices. Now standing, and being VERY warm, I suggested that we go outside. There was a low brick wall that was along the pathway leading to the dorm and we ended up sitting on it. Of course she wanted to know the hows and whys of my appearance but, after half heartedly chastizing me for not attending orientation she got up and sat on my lap and gave me a "reward" kiss for coming over to see her. What she also gave me was a small wet spot on my pants. When she'd walked into the dorm she'd been headed for a bathroom. Seeing me made her completely forget about that and, somewhere along the line she'd leaked. As much as I enjoyed her wet panties when alone I was afraid that if she had a real "accident" that I'd be out of luck since I hadn't brought along another pair of pants. She was embarassed when I told her I thought she might want to find a toilet and then saw my pants. She hurried inside and returned about 15 minutes later with her roommates. She'd changed and was now in a skirt and they were on their way to eat. They all stopped and asked me to join them.

Unfortunately (for me) it was not a "pay as you go" cafeteria. You had to have a college issued food ID card to get in. When I was refused entrance they asked what I was going to do for food. I lied and said I'd eaten well for lunch. Elle showed me where the lounge was and said she'd meet me there when she was finished. It was a magnificent room with high ceilings, large fireplace and well furnished, especially for a common area at a public college. There was a mixture of sofas, love seats and comfortable chairs, all upholstered, scattered in little clusters all about the room. There were strategically placed end tables with lamps as well. Walking into the room I was looking directly at the fireplace and above it a portrait of the man who'd donated the bulk of the money to build the facility. On each side of the fireplace was a small room with french doors. Inspecting them, I found each with a sofa, love seat and two chairs. I made note of them for future reference. I ended up waiting for Elle on a love seat over in a corner by a window. There was no air conditioning on at the time but at least there was breeze by the window. As I waited I calculated that there were seats for about 75 people and there was still plenty of space available for more. When Elle came looking she didn't see me so I was there for quite some time. She eventually came back and we had quite a laugh about it. More importantly, at least to me, she'd smuggled a couple of corn muffins, an apple and a banana for me to eat.

Since it was still early she wanted to take me for a walk around the campus. Elle acted as if she were an official campus guide. She really knew her way around and I was impressed with all she'd learned during her own orientation. The last stop was the football field and it was very unique. As I'd mentioned the campus was located on the top of a hill. It was a very large hill. But, there wasn't enough flat ground to make a football field so they cut a part of the hill away. Then they created a series of terraced retaining walls below that and bulldozed the ground down and in behind the walls to stabilize the field. Then they poured concrete right into the hill from where they'd taken the dirt to make the main grandstands. For the "visiting" team they'd erected some metal stands on the other side of the field. As Elle and I walked into the area I was taken by the beautiful vista. The weather was clear and it seemed like you could see forever. If it weren't for those metal grandstands it would've been an uninterrupted view all the way to the horizon. There were probably no more than a dozen people scattered around the grandstands and we chose a place as far away from any of them as we could.

There was one burning question that I'd been waiting to ask Elle but wanted to do it when there was little chance for interruption. Now seemed to be the time. Remembering her trepidition when at home about how her roommates would feel about her "problem", I was curious to know what had happened. In the few minutes I'd seen them interact it appeared they all got along well. When I broke the question to her it was like a dam had broken and rush of words came forth. As far as body language was concerned it was classic. When we'd sat down I put my arm around her and she nestled up to my chest. When I asked my question she bolted upright and moved about half a seat away so that she could face me. At first I thought this was a bad sign but it wasn't. It was just that she was so excited about the whole situation that she wanted to be sure she got all her points across to me. She was much more animated than I could remember her ever being so I was now eagerly waiting to hear what she had to say.

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LIFE AT COLLEGE... First days (Part 17a)

I ended up bribing (with money) my brother to help me get my "chores" done by the time my father got home. After supper we packed the car for my own trip. Like Nan's mother, my father wanted to get away early. Our trip was about eight hours and my father wanted to stop and visit friends on the way back. It was a boring trip except for when he let me drive. I'd only driven his car once before and that had only been for a trip to the gas station and back. He let me drive the Thruway portion which was a real thrill because I was allowed to drive at 60 mph. We got to the campus around 3pm and checked in and got my room assignment. My father, having graduated from the same college some 27 years earlier, knew exactly where my dorm was located. I didn't bring much with me so it didn't take long to get the car unloaded. He was on his way by 4pm. None of my three roommates was in the room when I arrived but I could tell which was my bed as all the others were piled high with various articles of clothing. That was the first time I focused on just what my roommates would be like.

As it turned out they seemed like nice guys. Mac was the son of Russian immigrants and he'd earned an academic scholarship. He was from a small city and had attended public schools. Norm was like me in that he'd attended a boarding school only his was much smaller than the one I attended. He'd grown up in a fairly rural area and was very much interested in athletics. He also had a steady girlfriend. Those two had taken one of the sleeping rooms which meant I was to share with Dave, the son of two teachers. He was from a suburban area and was very quiet.

Freshman orientation was scheduled for Friday and Saturday. Although I attended all Friday's scheduled functions, my mind was on Elle. I'd called home and gotten a phone number for Elle from my mother. With that in hand I made at least six unsuccesful tries to reach her. I'd also been able to get a bus schedule and found that if I took the 9:30am bus I could be in the town where Elle's college was located by 2:30pm. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to do it. So, Saturday morning I decided to blow off orientation. I packed up some clean underware and my toothbrush and headed for the bus stop. It took 5 hours, including a 2 hour layover, to reach my destination. (I subsequently found out that the trip, by car, would only take 1 1/4 hours). I got directions for the college at the bus station and, on the way, passed by an old hotel. Not having anywhere to stay, I stopped. A room was around $15, and after allowing for bus fare back I calculated that I'd have approximately $5 left. I knew I had to have a place to sleep so I, reluctantly, paid the clerk. I didn't want to be carrying the bag so went right to the room. It smelled musty but was clean. It would certainly do.

As I trudgeded up the hill to the campus I wondered if all colleges were built on the top of hills. In just two days at my college I'd already become tired of walking up and down hills and here I was going up another hill. I did have the name of Elle's dorm so it wasn't that hard to find. However, locating Elle was, especially since she didn't know I was coming. There was a girl at the desk just inside the door and I told her who I was looking for. She didn't recognize the name but suggested that I take a seat in the small lounge located right there. I waited for almost an hour before I saw her walking in. When she saw me she squealed and the smile on her face could have lit up an auditorium. She was on top of me before I could get all the way up. Her kiss was almost violent. I was shocked. So were the girls who'd walked in with her. It was obvious she was glad to see me!

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POST MORTEM... (Part 16a)

It was about that time when my Mother came out and reminded me about my "chores". I could tell that she meant it this time so I, reluctantly, left the girls and the beach. It was hard to concentrate as my mind was on Elle and her bleeding. I didn't know anyone to call. Of all my close friends I didn't know any of them who I truly believed had ever "gone all the way". A few of the braggards at prep school claimed many conquests but my gut told me they were lying. I worked myself up about the situation enough to get a headache but I did manage to make some headway on my list. My father wasn't happy with it though and "suggested" that I continue on with it after supper. I pleaded my case with him by telling him that Elle was leaving first thing in the morning and I promised to spend the whole next day on it and would most definitely get it finished. My mother came to my rescue and I was allowed to head for Elle's house. Elle seemed to be in a better frame of mind and appeared to be glad to see me. Unfortunately, she couldn't get free from her parents so I couldn't really talk with her. What I did find out was that because she was late getting in the night before she had to be in bed by 10pm. My first thought was that it wasn't too bad a punishment. However, because it was her last night home her parents stayed up past their normal bed time of 9pm. When they finaly said "good night" it was almost 10pm which meant I'd only have a few minutes alone with her. About the only thing we accomplished was to profess our love for each other and that I promised to call her as soon as she let her parents know how she could be reached once at school. Our good bye kiss was almost platonic when compared to where we'd been. I was certainly disappointed.

It took a long while to realize that what we were both feeling was remorse. I probably couldn't have given a valid definition of the word at that time. What we did hadn't been planned and neither of us were bad kids. But we both knew that, basically, it was wrong in spite of our emotions. Not understanding the physical ramifications of our act had only made it worse. It was another long, almost sleepless, night.

I promised that I'd be up early and to be there when she left. I wasn't. I remember checking the time when my brother got up to go to the bathroom and it was almost 4am. My father had to wake me up for the second straight morning and it was 7:30am. I knew then that there was no chance of seeing Elle as Nan's mother had said she wanted to be on her way by 6:30am. Now I was really depressed.

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THE RESULT (Part 15b)

It was my father who woke me up. Since I was to be off to my college in just two days there were a whole bunch of "chores" that he wanted me to take care of before I left. They certainly weren't on my "radar". He left the room before I could protest and by the time I got downstairs he was already off to work. I looked over at Elle's house and her shade was still down so, after grabbing a bite to eat, I started in on the chores. I began in the garage and after about an hour I saw Nan and her mother drive by. I was curious as to why but also figured that if Nan were in the car Elle must be up. I walked over and knocked on the door. Elle's mother let me in and there was no one there but Nan's mother. I asked where Elle was and was told that Nan was upstairs waking her up. I was never good at "small talk", especially with adults and this was no exception. What I did find out was that, since both Elle and Nan were going to the same college, Nan's mother had offered to take Elle along, saving her parents a trip. It would've been a hardship since Elle's parents only had one car and her father needed it for work and would've had to take a day off. After Nan had loaded up her things her mother was concerned that there wasn't going to be enough room for Elle and her things. So, they'd driven over to load all Elle's belongings just to make sure. Nan was the first one downstairs which disappointed me. I couldn't wait to see Elle. When she finally made it I could see by her face that there was something wrong. Again, my first thought was that she was getting scared now that leaving home was so close. I said "Good morning" but didn't get a response, not even a look. But, before I could dwell on that Nan asked if I could go up and get Elle's suitcase as it was really heavy. By the time I was back everyone was outside by the trunk of the car. Nan was in an argument with her mother about some of the things that she'd insisted she needed. All of Elle's things were on the ground waiting to be loaded. On first view it was obvious that Nan had far more than Elle did. However, I saw that a lot of room could be gained by rearranging some things and asked if I could make the changes. By the time I was through there was more than enough room for everybody and everything, including the last minute stuff like pillows and toiletries. Everybody seemed pleased... except Elle. I still couldn't get her to focus on me and to look directly at me. I was truly puzzled. Then, disappointing me even more, she proceeded to ask Nan to stay for the afternoon. Now, I liked Nan. I really did. But Elle was going to be spending the whole next day with her in the car and I was being shuffled aside. Then, Elle's mother offered to make lunch for everybody. I knew I had my chores waiting but I said "yes" anyway, hoping to get through to Elle. Before lunch was ready, Jane, the girl from up the road who'd been a part of our play group up until having access to cars broke us up, showed up to wish Elle good luck at school. She too, was asked to stay to eat. When almost finished, Nan made a comment about how she'd wished that she'd brought her bathing suit as this was the last day for swimming. Elle's mother, having just gone through all Elle's clothes said that there were still two suits upstairs. Elle and Nan were almost identical in size (except for the bust area) and had shared clothes the whole previous winter when Nan had lived with them. So, with that, a "plan" was hatched. Jane said she'd go home and get her suit as well and we decided we'd meet on my beach in a half hour.

When I went home to change my mother reminded me about my "chores" but I was determined to find out what was Elle's problem with me. When she and Nan arrived I recognized both of their suits. We hadn't had much chance for swimming what with work and our schedules but they were still familiar. Elle had preferred cotton one piece suits with a "bloomer" style bottom for some reason. Nan ran right in the water while Elle rested against the dock. I sidled up to her but she still wouldn't look at me. I forced the issue by asking what was wrong. She didn't answer until I asked if she wasn't feeling well. While staring at her feet she said "I'm bleeding." Now, I knew she'd just had her period as I'd endured a week of her "moods" while she suffered though it. Totally ignorant about the whole sexual process I said something like "how could that be?" It took a few seconds for her to answer and, again, it was only two words. "Last night." All of a sudden I rememnered her crying out while I was on top of her. I didn't know just what it was that I'd done but that had to be it. We both stood there leaning against the dock, nervously working our feet in the sand until Jane showed up. I was actually glad to see her. She and Elle chatted a bit and I walked down to the water's edge. Nan called for us to come out and join her but I walked away. Jane had already tried to get Elle to go in but had been rebuffed. I made a stab at it but she whispered to me that she was wearing a pad. Dumb me! If she was bleeding it made sense that she would be wearing a pad. I apologized but stayed with her and then she finally started talking.

When she'd gone into the bathroom to get cleaned up the previous night she was shocked to see her panties (and shorts) all bloody. She didn't know why but knew it had something to do with what we'd done... and that really worried her. She didn't know what to do or who to ask about it. Since she was leaving in just another day she was concerned that something might be drastically wrong and was even more scared. She was afraid to say anything to her mother since her mother knew that her period was over. I was certainly no help. It was the blind leading the blind and now I was worried too!

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THE RESULT... (Part 15a)

I headed for the abandoned garage and, after backing in there as well, shut the engine off and let out a big sigh. I turned to talk to Elle and saw her taking her blouse off. I was fully expecting to have to "prime" her all over again so was quite surprised. I took the hint and slipped my khaki's and shirt off and proceeded to climb into the back seat. I couldn't belive what I saw, Elle was lying across the whole back seat in her panties and bra with her legs spread. It took my breath away (again!). To be truthful... I didn't know what to do. As stupid as it may seem I ended up squatting on the floor of the back seat. I remember taking a finger and running it around her tummy until she swatted my hand away. I'm not sure what happened next but I know I didn't climb up on top of her. I do remember leaning over her chest and kissing her and, eventually, running my left hand down and around her crotch and finding it somewhat damp. It was another one of those timeless periods so I have no idea how long we were like that. The spell was broken though when Elle suddenly tried to sit up. I wasn't expecting that and I know she thought I was trying to hold her down but I wasn't. When I finally realized what she wanted to do I backed up and off of her and squatted down on the floor. She sat up but then didn't move. I, of course, was puzzled. She didn't say a word but just sat there, not looking at me, staring straight ahead. I asked if she was OK. She shook her head but didn't say anything. I just sat (squatted) there looking at her. I was thinking back on what I might've done to hurt her or upset her but nothing came to mind. Finally she sort of turned towards me, put her arms out to me and pulled me towards her. When her head reached my shoulder I could hear her softly sobbing. I was totally lost. At 18 you are in the first phases of learing how a female thinks and you don't have any real experience to draw upon. That was me at that moment. One thing that was on my mind, though, was time. I knew we must be getting close to her curfew and I didn't want our time to end like that.

The first words I heard her whisper was "I'm sorry". By then I thought the tears were from realizing that our Summer together was over and she was just sad about it. How wrong I was. While I was lying across her chest and we were kissing she realized she'd "leaked" and had wanted to get up and then out of the car so as not to get my seat wet. I had plastic seat covers for the front seat but the back was still the cloth that had come with the car. By the time I'd released her she was already peeing... and she ended up emptying her bladder while sitting there. When she finally told me what happened there wasn't much either of us could say or do about it. When I finally convinced her that I wasn't mad or even upset I lay her back down and we went back to kissing... and I was feeling her now very wet panties. From that point on, time was not a concern. I don't know how long it was before Elle had indicated she wanted me up on top of her. Once there I don't know how long it was before she'd pushed my underpants down and freed my penis. I do remember her taking it and running the head up and down the crotch of her panties and I remember praying that I wouldn't come. I don't remember how long it was before she'd pulled her panties aside and placed my penis on her very wet and warm labia (only I didn't know then that was the name). I do remember her raising her pelvis up and rotating it around, putting pressure on my penis and I think that's when I finally got the "message" as far as what I was supposed to do. I tried pushing back but nothing was happeneing. All of a sudden she cried out. But, at the same time I felt something totally new to me. My penis was totally encased with warmth. However, I didn't dare move. I asked if she was OK and I got a muffled "yes" in return. She then started rotating her pelvis and hips again and I started moving in concert with her. I'm going to say I lasted maybe three thrusts before I felt the involuntary pulses that I'd been hoping wouldn't happen. I knew what it was but I kept on pumping. Of course it was only a few more before I was now on the outside. I lay there on top of her, still kissing and nuzzling her, for a few minutes before rolling off and back onto the floor. I wasn't thinking about time. I was trying to recover from a truly unique experience. But, for some reason Elle was now thinking about the time. Reluctantly, I checked and found that we were now about a half hour late. My first thought was since we were already that late it really didn't make much difference. But Elle seemed really concerned and the "spell" was broken so we picked ourselves up a bit. Elle put her blouse on but when she went to put her shorts on I suggested that she wait and put them on as she got out of the car when we got home. As wet as her panties were I was afraid that if she put them on and then sat down they'd be wet right away. She agreed but disappointed me by staying in the back seat. In my driveway she stepped into her shorts and I walked her home. When we were kissing goodnight I was going to grab her bottom like I usually did but remembered, at the last second, that her panties were wet and if I did that then her shorts would be too. She really wanted to get inside the house so we weren't there all that long. I stood there for a few minutes until I saw the light go on in her room. Then the light in the bathroom went on and I walked on home but actually went out on the dock. I sat there at the end thinking back on the last three or so hours. It seemed like a blur. I'm sure I didn't remember much more that I did in writing this. It seemed unreal. No expectations... unexpected results. It was about 3am before I finally went into the house, still wide awake. In bed, I still couldn't sleep, at least right away. I remember going over the whole experience once again. I couldn't believe I was so lucky... and I still feel that way.

To be continued...

EVEN CLOSER... (Part 14c)

We arrived at Buddy's house around 7pm. I hadn't been there since the Summer I'd hung around with Billy H. and his girlfriend Ellen and her sister Sue. The house was still painted pale yellow and had the light blue shutters. It had been built as a typical Summer bungalow but Buddy's parents had added on to it and was now much bigger than I remembered it. As we approached the house my eyes were on the clothes line. There were four articles hanging there... a blouse, shorts, a bra and, most importantly, a pair of panties. You KNOW what my focus was! When I'd seen Carol's wet bottom earlier I'd noticed the large crotchline but couldn't really focus on it. With everything else that was going on at that time I'd pretty much forgotten about it. So, seeing the panties on the line was a big plus to the visit. Fortunately, Elle was ahead of me which gave me the opportunity to get a good look at them. They'd been hung so that I could get a full frontal view. Still damp, they were almost translucent. Because of that the double material the crotch area was highlighted. My quick view from the afternoon was confirmed... it was the biggest panty crotch I'd ever seen. I kept my eyes on them right up until I almost tripped up the stairs to the back porch. I wanted to know who made them in the absolute worst way. When we all got seated on the front porch I know I was staring at Carol, visualizing those panties on her and wondering if she had on another pair of the very same ones. But, she was wearing a skirt and I never got the opportunity to even get a VPL view. That nothwithstanding, I vowed to somehow, someday to find out the manufacturer... but it wasn't to be that night.

We left there when the sun started down. We didn't lie about the reason but it wasn't exactly a valid one. Elle, the ultimate truth teller, didn't even chastise me about it. It's somewhat funny but Elle and I seldom, if ever, talked in anticipation of our evenings together. She never asked where we were going and, when we'd go somewhere she wasn't anticipating, she wouldn't say anything. I knew though, that the abandoned garage area wasn't her favorite but she'd never complained. On this night she broke her silence. She asked if we could go back to the spot by the inlet. I'd planned on that anyway but was happy that she'd spoken up. As soon as the car was parked she was out her door and headed for the water. She'd worn shorts that night and it was somewhat strange to see her there and not wearing a dress or skirt. I'd worn khaki's which was good in that I was able to roll the pants legs up, something I couldn't do wearing jeans. We walked in to about mid calf and just stood there holding hands. It was obvious that she was getting nostalgic as she started talking about how fast the Summer had gone. After a few minutes I took her in my arms and just held her tight. I don't know how long we stood there but it took another sand crab to break the spell. Of course she wanted to get out of the water at that time and we retreated to the car. As anxious as she'd been to get out of her clothes the previous few nights it was the opposite on this night. I slid in the back seat and she followed, lying on her side and then cuddling into my arms fully clothed. Gradually, the passion returned. When she finally opened her legs to let me caress her crotch it didn't take long. Once we started it got pretty "warm". She, after one particularly "sensitive" few minutes, sat up and proceeded to slide her shorts down and off. I thought she was going to lie back down but she ended up climbing over and straddling me. I liked it but since I still had my khaki's on it didn't do much for me. Holding onto her hips and feeling the soft, silky feel of her panties was what was turning me on.

All of a sudden I saw lights off to my right and moving towards us. In all the times we'd gone there I'd never seen that before. When I parked I'd always backed in, "just in case". This situation was exactly the reason I'd done that. I told Elle to lie down on the back seat as I jumped over the front seat and then closed the doors. As the other car passed by the front of mine (about 10 to 15 feet away) I started the engine and drove out the same path that the other car had used. I didn't turn on the headlights until I was out on the roadway itself. My heart was beating hard enough to almost be heard. It was a warm night to begin with but by then I was wringing wet with perspiration.

Knowing that it was the next to last night that Elle would be home and, possibly the last night we'd really have alone, I surely didn't want to go home. I thought about the Boy Scout camp but, for some reason rejected it. Elle, still in the back seat, was leaning up against the front seat, right behind me. I knew that if I, myself was that scared that Elle was probably even moreso so I asked her if she wanted to go home. She leaned up to the back of my head and whispered "no" and I breathed a sigh of relief.

To be continued...

EVEN CLOSER (Part 14b)

When she was through she got up saying that she had to rinse off in the water. As she got up I really couldn't see much in the way of wetness other than the sand that was stuck to her bottom. I wanted to follow her to the water but I was really embarassed by my bulge. Not that my underpants ever did much in the way of holding it in but my bathing suit was useless. When she was squatting in the water I finally made an effort to get up and to join her. The suit didn't have any pockets so I really didn't have much in the way of help to hide my "problem". Once standing, I started running towards the water hoping to hide what was very evident. I dove into the water, swimming out to where the water was deep enough to hide my "embarassment". When I stood up I saw Elle swimming towards me. I'm not sure why I felt so embarassed as she'd seen my penis at full attention many nights. The only thought I can come up with was that, in the semi darkness I'd felt some kind of "protection". Because it was daylight everthing was out in the open and could be seen. Silly... I know. But that was the way it was.

When Elle caught up with me she immediately wrapped her legs around me and pulled herself up into my arms. All my efforts of concealment were for naught. I didn't resist and put my hands on her bottom to hold her up up and against me. When I did I felt something through her bating suit. The peek of white I'd noticed while we were eating immediately flashed into my brain. I remember sliding my hands up, down and around her butt and realized what I was feeling was the now very familiar feel of her panty crotch line. She was wearing panties under her suit! I wanted to know why but... true to my nature, I couldn't bring myself to ask why. We ended up fooling around for a while but it never got "serious". Elle was still excited about the beach plums so we went for a walk looking for some kind of container to collect them with. We found all sorts of flotsam that had washed ashore and among it, a small wooden box. With that we started collecting the desired fruit. The bushes were fairly low to the ground so, to pick the berries, you pretty much did it by bending way over. I positioned myself so that I could watch Elle from behind. I was quickly rewarded. The single slip of white I'd seen earlier was now two. I could clearly discern the leg elastics of her panties. After a while, what with all the continuous bending, the little "slips" expanded to become possibly an inch and a half long and maybe a half inch high. I know it sounds silly, but just that little more than a "hint" of what was there was enough for a full hard on. I was, of course, embarassed. I knew that Elle knew that when we were "close" that it was caused by our close contact. What I was embarassed about was that here I was, at "full attention" and she was between 5 to 10 feet away. Fortunately, by bending over to pluck the berries, it was, I hoped, hidden.

We ended up making a sack out of the shirt that Elle had worn as a cover up to hold our pickings. Buddy had said he would be available to help us with the boat through mid afternoon so we loaded up and headed home around 2pm. True to his word he and Carol were waiting for us when we arrived. After removing the sails and other gear from the boat we attempted to lift it out of the water and up onto the trailer. Attempted is the operative word. I was on the skeg at the back of the boat and couldn't see just what happened. Once the boat was out of the water and we started to move forward, I heard a small cry and the front of the boat on the girls side fell. Buddy and I lowered the boat back into the water and I ran to where Elle was standing. Carol was lying on her back, in the water, and the lifting bar was across her thigh. She'd somehow tripped. Buddy and I lifted the boat and Carol rolled over to get out and up. When she did I saw something that really interested me. She'd been wearing striped cotton shorts and, with them being wet, they were plastered to her behind... and the crotch line jumped out at me. I swear it was the biggest, most noticable one I'd ever seen. I only got a few seconds view as she immediately stood up and faced us. But I was intrigued.

Carol was OK but Buddy didn't want her lifting any more. He went and found some others to help with the boat. He and Carol stayed around to help me take the mast out and pack the boat up so I could trail it home. In the course of converstaion Buddy asked what Elle and I were doing that evening. Elle and I had talked about it during the trip back from the picnic, knowing that we needed to have a legitimate place to go that evening if we were going to be able to be together, alone. We looked at ecah other and smiled. Buddy had solved our problem.

To be continued...

EVEN CLOSER... (Part 14a)

The next day was Labor day. Elle had asked if it were possible for me to take her sailing. We hadn't sailed together for almost exactly a year when we'd gone on a sailing picnic. I'd left the boat at the sailing club the previous day for that very purpose, hoping to find some help in getting the boat in the water. Whenever I was racing it was easy because there were plenty of willing hands to lift the boats from their trailers into the water. They weighed 300 pounds and 4 men handled the job easily with two lifting bars. In a pinch only three were necessary. When I went over to Elle's I'd warned her that finding enough people might be a problem and when we arrived at the club there wasn't anybody in sight. Elle had worn her new bathing suit since she'd taken notice of my approval the previous day. I appreciated it as she really looked good in it. We rigged the boat with the sails and then sat down and waited. We got to talking about how much fun she'd had with Carol, my sailing friend Buddy's girlfriend. A "light" immediately came on in my brain. Buddy lived right behind the club and it might be possible that he'd be available. A quick trip up to the house and there was Buddy and Carol, ready willing and able. We quickly figured that Carol and Elle could take one side of one of the bars and Buddy the other. I'd carry the bost from the skeg (part of the bottom in the very back of the boat) and we'd be on our way. It was a little tricky for the girls but we managed to get the boat in the water without damage to it or ourselves.

It was a perfect wind for what we wanted to do. Elle wasn't all that comforatble when the wind blew hard enough to make the boat tip on its side. We took off and headed for the same place we'd gone the year before. It was a sheltered area and quasi private. However, when we got there I was disappointed to see three boats anchored in "our" area and there were people on the shore as well. So much for privacy! This was only the second time I'd sailed as far West as we presently were but I decided to press on. We sailed for about a half hour and found a long sand bar sticking out into the water. We actually sailed into it (not paying attention to business). When trying to get unstuck I noticed the there seemed to be a protected area on the other side of it so we, eventually, headed there. Once ashore Elle discovered that the bushes that were growing in the sand were actually beach plum. She and her mother had gone beach plum picking many times when she was younger. Her mother made beach plum jam which was really good. Elle was really excited at her discovery and insisted that we go beach plum picking so she could surprise her. I was able to convince her to wait until later as we really didn't have anything to put them in. I suggested that we could go on a walk along the beach and possibly find something acceptable. I was hungry (as always) and ready to eat at that point so we brought the sandwiches, fruit and lemonade that her mother had packed, ashore. We found a small sand dune and set up there. After I'd finished eating my things I was just lying there staring at Elle and when she leaned over to catch one of the sandwich wrappers I noticed something white peeking out from the seat of her bathing suit. It was so quick that I couldn't really focus on it. As she finished up I heard her say "Ooopps!" and then smile with an impish grin. I know I didn't say anything but I looked up at her with a puzzled look on my face. She giggled again and then told me that she'd "leaked". Now it was my turn for an "Ooopps". Mine was an instant bulge. She couldn't see it though as I was lying on my stomach on the sand. Before I could say anything she whispered "I'm going..." and, again, said it with a little impish grin. I immediately looked at her crotch. She was sitting with both her legs folded in front of her with her feet off to her right. I had an open view and was dumbstruck as I watched this golden liquid flow forth from the dark blue material of her suit. By that time I wasn't capable of saying anything. My eyes were totally focused on the spot where her "tinkle" (her word) was leaving her body and being swallowed up by the sand. I heard her say she was "sorry". I surely wasn't!

To be continued...

GETTING CLOSE (Part 13e)

After church I immediately went over to Elle's. I checked the side yard but she wasn't there. What was there were her panties and jeans from the night before hanging on the washline. I made my way past them on the way to the back door. I do remember noting that the panties must've been new as they didn't display any staining in the crotch area. As I made my way past I was sorry I hadn't counted her new panties the day before. I knocked on the back door and found her eating lunch with her mother. It was the last day of racing at the sailing club. Elle didn't usually go, choosing to spend time with Nan and other friends. However, on this day she asked if she could join me. Of course I said yes. I went back home and got all the gear for the boat ready. I was just about to go get her when I saw her walking down the road towards me. WOW! She was wearing a new bathing suit and it certainly showed off her form. It was nothing like any bathing suit I'd ever seen her in before. I gave her a "wolf whistle" and she laughed. Of course she had to explain. When she'd recieved the material from the college they'd sent a list of suggested items to bring. Among them was a one piece, form fitting suit for a required swimming course. She decided to surprise me with it... and she did.

I'd not been nearly as successful during this racing season as I had the previous one. There was an influx of seasoned racers from a nearby sailing club that had encountered some problems. One of them was a guy named Billy B. who was a senior at the college that I was going to attend. We'd chatted a bit and in the course of conversation he'd volunteered that his steady girlfriend was attending a college near where Elle was going to be attending. He'd told me to get in touch with him anytime I wanted a ride. With Elle being with me on this Sunday I had the opportunity to introduce them and to meet his girlfriend, Pat. I'd also become friendly with another new racer, Buddy C. His girlfriend, Carol, had originally wanted to go to the same college as Elle but had changed her mind. I also introduced Elle to them and that worked out well as the three girls sat together while we raced. As it turned out Elle and Buddy's girlfriend had a number of things in common so it helped to make the time pass quickly for them. For the races there was a nice breeze so we were back fairly early, which was good for a number of reasons.

If you've been reading this whole story you might remember that my father and Elle's father had birthdays only days apart. To save time and effort our mother's had agreed to consolidate the two and to have just one joint celebration. The previous year my mother had hosted it and this year it was Elle's mother's turn. However, this was also the night where the racing awards were to be handed out at the sailing club. I was in line to recieve the third place award so I wanted to go. We had to get dressed fairly nicely for the birthday party which meant a dress for Elle and khaki's for me. When we were allowed to leave the party we stayed in the same clothes. I should've been somewhat excited to get the recognition but my thoughts were mainly on getting the trophy and leaving with Elle. We were a bit late arriving so ended up having to stand in the back. We hadn't really missed anything as they were still handing out the awards for the junior program. Once the kiddies recieved their prizes there was a party for them out on the porch. It was bedlam out there but it opened up seats inside the clubhouse for the serious sailors. It also meant a "run" on the rest rooms, mainly the ladies. Elle had indicated that she was going to wait on line and would join me afterwards. By the time she got to where I was seated they had already begun with the presentations. Once I received my award I told Elle that "we'd make a break for it" the next chance we got. There was a change in presenters and I grabbed Elle's hand and headed for the back door. I was stopped by one of the club officers who said it'd be a good idea to stick around. I know I gave him a "look" but, out of respect for him, stayed. We stood in the doorway for a short while when the head of the club got up and made a short speech honoring one of the founders of the club who had died a few years earlier. He went on to say that a new award had been established in his name and that the first recipient was... ME! It was for sportsmanship and my peers had selected me over all the others, some of whom had been racing for many many years. It caught me totally by surprise and I actually was embarassed. I had no idea what to say except "Thanks". (I'm still not quite sure how they came up with me.) In any case, that certainly slowed our "escape" what with people coming up and congratulating me and wanting to see the trophy. For a while I even lost track of Elle.

As had become the "norm", time was our enemy. As I remember it, by the time we were able to leave we had just about an hour. As badly as I wanted to go back to our old place the inlet with Elle, it just didn't make sense. One good thing about all the hoopla about the award was that it made me less anxious about what we were actually going to do when we got to wherever it was that we were going. I have to admit that I wasn't thinking much about Elle during the time after I received the award. It didn't take long for my "focus" to return. It became obvious that Elle had been anxious to leave as well as she took off her crinoline right there in the parking lot. When we didn't make the turn for the inlet area Elle was surprised. I explained (again) about the lack of time we'd have if we went there. She didn't say anything and I couldn't really read the expression on her face so I assumed that she was OK with it. I knew she still wasn't convinced that the abandoned garage area was all that safe but in the few times we'd been there we'd not had any problems.

By the time I'd backed in and shut the motor off Elle was in just her bra and panties and was kneeling on the seat beside me. That was a first! She bent over and kissed me before I could even start to undress. It was a long kiss and, as she was leaning against the seat I couldn't get my right hand around her and I was fumbling around with it. I felt around her knees and realized that her legs were slightly apart. I slowly raised my hand between her thighs and when I reached her panties was somewhat surprised that they were damp. I didn't have time to think about it as she then flopped down across my lap... and I was still fully dressed. Other than my "bulge" being cramped I was happy. I quickly found my way inside her panties and soon was on "target". Elle responded with even more passionate kisses. I wasn't used to it but, believe me, I wasn't complaining. Normally, when she'd get "wound up" like that she'd make me remove my hand but on this night she didn't. All of a sudden my fingers became very warm... and wet. She broke off the kiss and sat up, reaching across the seat for the passenger door. Before I could say anything she was out the door. It was the first time she'd stepped out of the car since we'd started going there. She just stood there, holding onto the door for about thirty seconds. As she was doing that I was strippomg out of my khakis. When I did I slid across the seat, hoping to get a peek of her peeing. I was too late for that but when she saw me in her seat she climbed in and straddled me. My hard-on was still encapsulated my my underpants so it was at about a 45 degree angle so when she sat down it was right on it. I could feel the wetness of her panties immediately. I was hoping she'd stay somewhat still because I didn't have a high tolerance for motion down there. She "attacked" me with another kiss and I responded. But, she also started "grinding" and as hard as I tried I just couldn't hold back. When I realized it I let myself go, probably for the first time, and actually enjoyed the sensation. Every time before I'd felt guilty but not this time. We stayed that way, kissing, grinding and groping for quite a while. I'm not sure who decided to check the time but we were very definitely late. It was another case of me driving home in my underwear while she put herself together. I gave her a goodnight kiss while still in the car and, surprisingly, found my penis starting to recover. I took advantage of that once I was in bed. Another good night!

GETTING CLOSE (Part 13d)

This was to be the last night that I'd be able to attend the races. After labor day they were to only run on Saturday nights. We hadn't had a good season but things had been getting better. On this night we were in contention for the win until the very end and finally finished third. We were all excited and most of the others in our group wanted to party. On just about any other night it would've been fine with me but not this night. It was like watching an hour glass with time just slipping away. By the time we got back to the gas station it was almost 11pm. Elle and I didn't even stay around to put the car in the garage. With time a factor we went right to our new place, the deserted garage area. I had no preconcieved notions as I'd seen the pad in Elle's panties at lunch. However, as soon as I shut the motor off Elle proceeded to lay across my lap, on her back, facing up at me, and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. That took my breath away. I knew it was an "invitation" but I didn't know what I was going to find. I gently slid my hand down across her tummy. The feeling of the nylon was instantly stimulating. As I continued downward I felt something under her panties and stopped for a second. Then, as I went further, I knew what it was... the belt for her pad. I had some trepidition but I kept going. The pad, from this direction, felt different than it had the night before. As I reached that point, Elle opened her legs allowing me to place my entire hand on the pad. The one common thing I noticed was that it seemed to be so big. I don't know how long my hand stayed there before Elle reached down and pulled it back up to above the waist elastic of her panties. At the same time she had her other hand on the waist elastic and was holding it up. Then she pushed my hand inside. The thought of the pad and why it was there prevented me from going any further. I didn't say anything but it was obvious that she knew why I was hesitating as she offered up that there wasn't "anything" in her pad. That wasn't exactly correct. As my fingers reached her pubic hairs the back of my hand felt some wetness. I stopped again and this time asked if she was sure. She giggled and nodded affirmatively. It was pee. From there it only took a second to find the place I'd been searching for. It was soft, warm and wet. From this position finding the magic button was easy. Elle's reaction was dynamic. She reached up with her left arm and pulled me down to kiss her. It wasn't our ususal kiss. And she was moving her lower body about so much I had a hard time staying on or near the button. Time, in a situation like this is meaningless. She'd tell me to stop and then, after only a few seconds, would indicate for me to go back. It finally got to be too much for her and she abruptly sat up. I know from books that I've read that the term "breathless" is often used in situations of passion. I can say, without equivocation, that Elle was breathless at this time. She sat there almost gasping but, she was also holding herself in the crotch area. I didn't realize this at first as I was just a bit excited myself. I remember rubbing her back. I'm not sure if it was a minute or five but the first thing she said was that she'd "leaked". When she spoke I peeked around her and saw where her hands were located. I think I asked "how bad?" and if she wanted to get out of the car. She declined because she still wasn't all that happy in our new place. It was mostly weeds and there was no real cleared space at all. At this point the "spell" had been broken and, maybe it was a good thing. When I checked the time it was just after midnight. That was late, even on a race night. She stayed with her hands in her crotch all the way home. She didn't want to move to get out of the car and finally said that it'd be best if I didn't walk home with her. I told her "no way!" and got out and opened the door for her. She made about three or four steps before she squatted down. I went down with her, putting my hands on her shoulders to steady her. I know she was still peeing when she looked up at me and said the magic words... "I love you..." On the walk to her house she ended up apologizing for 'ruining" the night. All I could think was "If you only knew!".

To be continued...

GETTING CLOSE (Part 13c)

To be continued...

Saturday turned out to be a VERY good day. It was my last day working at the market. I'd recieved some nice tips from my delivery customers on Friday but Saturday was even better. By the end of the day the tally was almost $50. For the mid 50's it was unbelievavble. When I got home for lunch I went right over to Elle's. She wasn't in her usual place in the side yard which surprised me as it was a beautiful, warm day. Before I made it to the back door she had it open for me. Once inside she "attacked" me. Very seldom did she take the initiative when it came to kissing and unless it was dark, we never kissed in her house. It didn't take long for me to realize that her mother wasn't home. Even with knowing that I was uneasy, almost expecting her mother to jump out from a closet or walk in the door. Elle tried to reassure me that it was OK and that her mother was actually up at the drug store trying to decide if she wanted to work there. With Elle's college expenses they were going to need extra money and one of the other part time girls was also leaving. I guess I was like one of Pavlov's dogs who had gotten used to the routine. I just couldn't loosen up in her house in daylight. Finally, Elle asked if I wanted to see the things she'd bought for school. Initially, it didn't excite me but, when she started up the stairs, I willingly followed.

The only time I'd ever been upstairs in her house was that weekend I'd come for the prom. I still wasn't comfortable but once in her room and after I'd spied the pile of panties on the end of her bed I was happy. She was in the process of packing so had everything sorted by type... pants, blouses, skirts, dresses, slips, bras and, most importantly to me, panties. She pointed out her new things but was especially excited about a plaid pinafore dress. Supposedly it was a new trend for older girls and didn't need a crinoline. I remember her holding it up in front of her and jokingly saying she should try it on. But, I didn't take it as a joke. When she realized I wanted her to put it on it was only a few seconds before she was stepping out of her shorts. Here was a dream come true. I was looking at her, in broad daylight in her panties. They were just plain white nylon with no embellishments but they sure looked good to me. As she slipped the pinafore over her head I noticed that she had a pad on under the panties. That was also interesting as it was the first time I'd seen one of them. When she brought me back to reality by asking what I thought of the dress I'm sure I said something complimentary but it certainly wasn't my primary interest. When she took it off I got another look at both her panties and the pad. This time I also saw a belt like thing under her panties. My bulge was growing but still under control by this time. As she folded the dress I noticed a new skirt and asked if she'd model it for me as well. She was more than willing and I was now excited. By the time she got through modeling her new things I'd probably had 15 minutes of panty viewing.

I'd managed to take a position close to the pile of panties and when she was putting her shorts back on I asked her how many pair there were. She said she didn't know and I almost lost it when she told me to count them. OH MY HEART! The first thing I noticed was that the ones on top were a bright white. I know I made some comment about them looking like they were new. I honestly don't remember her reply but it was some sort of positive acknowlegement. With that I wanted to peek in at the label but I didn't dare what with her standing right there. I'm thinking now that there were about 15 or so pair. I managed, unintentionally, to knock the pile over. In trying to restack them I ended up opening one of the older pair up and got a close up view of the crotch. It was obvious to me that the crotch was discolored even though they were clean. I tried to refold it but she saw me struggling and took it from me. As she folded it back up she made a comment that the "dirty ones" were for "emergencies" only, She must've seen the expression on my face because I know I didn't say anything. Then, in a matter of fact sort of way she explained that the new ones (and she pointed to them) would be used first and the older ones would be worn later, if needed.

One of the questions we both had about college concerned what the laundry facilities were going to be like. At boarding school it was a weeks turn around and that was fine. I was hoping it would be the same at college. But, for Elle and her "problem" she was definitely prepared for the worst. She had at least six full bath towels and four sets of bed sheets on top of everything else. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her at that point. The conversation about the panties ended up making her turn a little apprehensive and I could see her mood change. I suggested that we go back downstairs and once there couldn't believe that it was time to go back to work. I knew Elle didn't really want to go to the races that night but, if we were to be together she'd have to go. She pretty much agreed and, on that note, I was off and back to work.

To be continued...

GETTING CLOSE (Part 13b)

I was steeled for only having an hour alone with her like it had been all week. However, in a rare moment of candidness from Elle, she offered that her period had slowed to the point of only "spotting". Now that was a term that I didn't grasp right away so she proceeded to explain. In the process she managed to answer a question that was in the back of my mind and that had to do with her change of shorts when I arrived at her house earlier. Even though she'd not had any real problems with her period or with making a toilet on time during the shopping, on the way home they'd passed a field where they were mowing whatever was growing. A short time later Elle had started sneezing... That's all I needed to hear. But she went on... Since she was wearing a sanitary pad the "dribbles" went into the pad and she was pleasantly surprised that her shorts weren't wet... at first. More sneezing attacks took care of that but, when she got out of the car she found she wasn't "wet wet" (her description) but her shorts were only damp. All this candidness caused quite an uncomfortable bulge. I'd become accustomed to being unencumbered in that area when we were "parking" and since most of our recent time together had been fairly platonic when dressed, it hadn't been a problem. I didn't know what caused her to be so open with me but I surely liked it.

After her surprising verbalization, she further surprised me by assuming what had become our normal position with her lying on her side and me cradling her head. I wasn't sure what to do because she, as far as I knew, still had her period. I did put my right hand on her hip (which was covered by her shorts) but she quickly took it and brought it up to her breast. I was so shocked that, even though I tried to say something, couldn't. It wasn't that I'd never given touching her breasts a thought because in my fantasies I had. I think, in retrospect, that because of how I'd let our relationship just take a natural course, without pressing, that I'd let that aspect just fade into the background. In all the time we'd gone together I'd only touched one or other of her breasts, by accident, maybe two or three times. I truly wasn't prepared for this, especially after the way our week had been. In any case, with my hand placed loosly on the one breast we began to kiss and carry on like we had prior to her getting her period. I was confused... but willing. I think what puzzled me the most was that Elle was back to rolling and twisting her hips like she did when my hand was on and in her crotch. Why? I honestly hadn't put a females breasts into the sexual equation. When we "came up for air" for some reason I asked her if she needed to go home. She indicated "no" and we went back to kissing and I went back to massaging her breast. Somewhere along the way I became curious as to her pad. Basically, the thought of her period creeped me out but if she felt she was OK with it I wondered what the pad felt like under her panties. When we "came up for air" again I removed my hand from her breast and made a feeble attempt at putting it between her upper thighs. At first she resisted by asking what I was doing. I don't remember my answer but it must've been pretty stupid because she kind of smiled at me... but she raised her upper leg and let me get my hand onto her thigh. It stayed there for a while and then she raised her leg again. I didn't move my hand for a few seconds and then she asked what I was waiting for. I gently moved my hand up towards her crotch, moving her shorts leg over. When I felt the nylon of her panties I was somewhat taken aback by the feel of the pad. It just seemd so big... or maybe wide would be a better description. No sooner had I reached that point when she dropped her leg again. We stayed that way for a while, until she asked what time it was. It was hard to believe that it was time to go. With Elle curled up by my side I drove us home thinking all the while about having touched and fondled her breast. I also wondered if I dared to touch it (either one) when we would say good night. At her door I hesitated before trying it and wasn't rebuffed. That was the first time I went to bed thinking, dreaming, about breasts. It was refreshing, to say the least.

To be continued...

GETTING CLOSE (PART 13a)

Fate is cruel. When I came home for lunch I went right over to Elle's house. I expected to find her in her side yard as she usually was but she wasn't there. I knocked on the door and her mother told me she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be going in to work. I told her I'd be back later. I was puzzled because she was fine when I'd said "goodnight" to her. Being a Saturday it meant we be racing the car that night. I'd been hoping that we'd get done early so as to have more time with Elle but now that was in doubt... and it was confirmed when I got home for supper. Elle was up and waiting for me. The problem...? Elle had her period. NOT good news! Right from her first one, her periods had lasted anywhere from six to eight days. During her recent ones she'd experienced cramps and her flow seemed to be excessive. I couldn't believe it. We only had 11 days until Elle was to leave for college and now possibly 8 days of our "private time" could be lost due to her period. I was really down... selfishly, I admit. Elle was the one having to endure the ordeal. I went off to the races trying to figure out just what days we would still have that weren't going to be emcumbered. I figured I could count on three days. I wasn't happy... at all. Neither of us had any idea how much time we'd have to see each other at all once we were at college and no idea if any of it would be "private". Therefore I wanted to have as much "private" time at home as possible.

It wasn't that I wasn't going to see or be with her. Let's say she were a patient in a hospital and the caregivers were describing her... "she's NOT a good patient!" I spent the same amount of time with her as before except that it was more like a platonic relationship and not one on the verge of exploding with passion. We still went to our place on the inlet but only for a short time. She was concerned about overfilling her pad and wouldn't even consider changing it in the car. I still couldn't understand her thinking on a number of things but at least this was somewhat consistent with some of her other "quirks". At least I knew when we'd get to her house she'd invite me in. However, all she wanted to do was to be held in a way where she was sitting next to me and all I could do was put an arm around her.

Conversations were mostly about college and what we thought it would be like. Somewhere during that week we got to talking about our fears concerning being away from home. Mine were minimal as I'd already spent two years away at boarding school. For Elle, this was the very first time. She'd recieved some correspondence from her college giving her the names of her roommates and she was very concerned about how they'd accept her. I didn't know anyone who didn't like her so I tried to encourage her. But it didn't help. It took a while to draw her out to find out what was really troubling her. When I did I couldn't belive that I hadn't thought of it a long time before.

I've been detailing Elle's "dribble" problems and how she'd had to manage her time so as not to embarass herself. I'd known that two hours was about her limit before needing a toilet in the daytime but I'd never given even one thought to her nights. Common sense would say that the two would go hand in hand. If she needed a toilet every two hours in the daytime it would be reasonable to assume it would be somwhat similar at night. The only thought that seems plausible for my not considering it was that I'd not known anyone who was a bedwetter. It just wasn't in my inventory of knowlege. The "light" came on when Elle wondered what they would think of her for having a rubber pad and towels in her bed. Since I knew nothing about what she did at night I tried to be what we now call "cool" when she mentioned it. I kind of danced around it a bit but finally got to asking her about it. Long story short... she had a rubberized pad under her sheet and then a bath towel doubled over on top of it. Then she had four alarm clocks on her night stand, each set about two hours apart. When she'd hear one she'd get up, use the toilet and then go back to bed. You have to remember that back in the 50's there weren't any disposable diapers... or any kind of adult diapers that were readily available. So she was dealing with her problem the best way she and her mother could come up with. I wanted to ask what she did if she didn't wake up and, even as insensitive as I could sometimes be, I didn't. After she got through telling me about it I remember giving her some trite words of encouragement. It was hard because I had no experience to draw from. About the best I could muster was that she should be open with them and ask for their consideration.

As the week came to an end Elle decided to stop working. She needed to go shopping for new clothes and supplies for college plus she wanted a few days to just relax and enjoy herself. It was that Friday that she went shopping with her mother and Nan. I remember arriving home for supper and walking up the path to my house when I saw their car drive past. I reversed my direction and headed for her house. As I was almost up to her driveway I saw her leaning into the back seat of her car. She emerged with a whole bunch of bags. I called to her but she didn't stop. That surprised me. By the time I reached the door it was already closed. I knocked but no one answered. I knocked about three times before her mother answered and invited me in. After a few words of small talk I asked where Elle was and was told she'd be right down. I had no problems with her mother but I didn't really have much to say. Thankfully, I heard Elle bounding down the stairs. The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing a different pair of shorts. The second was that she was definitely in a better mood than she'd been in all week. As I've learned, shopping does that to females! In any case, what I needed to know was how Elle was going to "escape" from home that night as I wouldn't be picking her up from work. By the time I'd get off it'd be well after nine and, based on the way things had been all summer, she was relagated to staying home unless she had a very definitive place to go to.

On most of the nights that Elle would come to the gas station she was very bored. In fact, on the nights that I projected that I'd be heavily involved in working on the racecar she'd call Nan to come pick her up and then I'd drive to Nan's to take her home or she'd stay over. So I suggested that she go over to Nan's and when I got done I'd pick her up. BUT... as it turned out she'd turned down an offer from Nan to stay for supper and had done it in front of her mother so that option was out. Even though she was still saddled with her period I didn't want to give up any time with her that I could have. Out of the blue I came up with the idea for her to go with me to the gas station and that she could finish up with the month end billing of charges (remember, there were no credit cards at that time) that I's started the night before. That way I could use more time on the racecar and get away from the station earlier. She wasn't thrilled with the idea but agreed to go. It turned out perfectly. The lights were out right after 9pm and we were on our way.

To be continued...

MORE PROGRESS... really (Part 12f)

To get onto and off the peninsula you had to drive over what we called the "causeway". On one side was a sandy beach that the township mainted as a public facility but wihout toilets and lifeguards. On the other was a marshy creek. In the winter time, when the summer residents weren't around, the "causeway" was a popular hangout for the local kids. Elle and I had never gone there but because there was a nice breeze blowing across it I stopped there so that she could get some clean fresh air. There were still some people using the beach so I found a place that was relatively unoccupied. I got out and aked Elle if she wanted to walk down to the water. She shook her head "no" and that pretty much answered the question about her being wet. I still wasn't very good about broaching that subject and I know I wanted to ask "how bad?" but didn't have the nerve. At this point I knew that going to Nan's party was out of the question without going back home so she could change. Without even discussing it I knew that really wasn't an option. It would open the door to too many questions from her mother. While standing beside her window I saw the bag with the clothes that she'd meant to return to Liz lying on the back seat. I reached in and grabbed it, dropping it on her lap. She looked at me with puzzlement. I said something like "here's some dry clothes". The first thing out of her mouth was that she wasn't going to get naked, party or no party. After I assured her that getting her naked wasn't my intention I took the bag back and pulled out the khaki bermuda shorts and the panties. I have to admit I was really interested in seeing the panties up close. Elle was looking at me with one of those "Wellllllllll..." type looks. Somehow I managed to ask just how wet she was. I have no idea just what I said or how I said it but the result of it was she proceeded to get up on her knees on the seat and show me her butt. If I were to guess I'd say it was maybe the size of an orange. I probably descibed it that way to her as well. In any case I suggested that she take off the wet shorts and to try and dry her panties with a dry part of the beach towel she was sitting on. At this point she was still giving me one her "wierd" looks. I think she then said that even with drying her panties that the dampness would show through the khaki material. That's when I remembered the time that I'd gotten the cotton Carter's Spanky Pants from my collection for her to wear that night for dinner at my house. I held up Liz's panties. She wrinkled her nose as if to say she didn't really like the idea but she immediately took off the wet shorts and started using the towel between her legs. While she was doing that I took a close look at the panties. They weren't as thick as the Spanky Pants and were softer. In fact, they felt about like my T-shirt. There was one familiar thing and that was they had the band leg like the Spanky Pants. Making sure Elle was occupied, I looked for the label and saw that it read "Lollipop", size 14. Something in my mind said I'd seen that sometime before. By then she was ready for the panties and put her hand out the window for them. I stood there and watched her put both feet through the leg openings but before she pulled then all the way up I told her to stop. Another puzzled look. I told her to wait to pull them up until we were at Nan's. That way the wet panties would have more time to dry. I think she shook her head at that point but didn't pull the panties up any further than her knees. Then she lay the shorts over her lap and we headed for Nan's.

There was a nice secluded place to park once at Nan's so Elle was able to get everything in place before we went in. Nan, of course, was surprised to see us but not nearly as surprised as Elle was to hear that Nan had changed her mind and was now going to go to the same college as Elle. In spite of it being Nan's party, the two of them spent most of the next hour "planning" for that. The whole time we were there I was counting the minutes until we were going to leave. It took forever!. By the time Elle broke free we really only had an hour for ourselves. To get to our place by the inlet would take over 10 minutes and by the time I got the car positioned it would be a total of 15. As we drove down the road from Nan's house I got the idea to go to the place we'd just found close to home just to save time. Since the interior of my car was dark I couldn't see the look on her face when I told her what I was doing. But, she didn't protest. It only took a few minutes to get there but, because I hadn't driven the car in there prior to that, I had to drive in head first. I could only hope that it didn't create a problem getting back out.

Even though we'd been together most of the past week we hadn't been "together" like we'd been together right prior to the storm. I think the word "anxious" would describe our mood. We started slowly and built up from there. Because of time constraints and Elle's uneasiness about the new location we skipped the undressing part. We took our now customary positions but this time in the front seat. The big difference was that Elle had on shorts... which was a hinderance that I hadn't had to deal with since our touchy/feely phase had begun. I'd managed to circumnavigate her dress that one night but the bermuda shorts were a real problem. When Elle realized this she flipped over so she was lying on her back but still across my lap. She then undid the waist and unzipped her shorts. My hand followed immediately. Even though I'd handed the cotton panties to her and watched her put them on, I was surprised as my hand slipped over her groin and into her crotch. It was a totally different feel. The next "surprise" was that the double thick cotton crotch pretty much negated the ability to know exactly where I was when I ran my fingers up and down. It only took a minute or two before Elle helped me find the "goal". I'm not sure how long I was there before she made me stop... and than start again. As long as it seemed it took to get away from Nan's it was equally a short a period of time before we had to go.
I did have some trouble backing the car out. I actaully hit two small saplings. Back home and in bed I remember cursing the time we'd lost due to hurricane Diane. The next night couldn't come soon enough.

To be continued...

MORE PROGRESS... Really (Part 12e)

Timing is everything in life and this storm certainly affected Elle and I. Power was finally restored after 5 plus days. We woke up with lights Thursday morning. Elle and I still weren't needed at work because basically there wasn't any product to sell as deliveries of perishables hadn't started yet. I'd spent most of my week cleaning up both our yard and that of my grandparents. I did kill some time at the gas station but it was unpaid time. That was the really bad part for us. Losing a weeks pay just before we were to leave for college really hurt. So did not having time for us to really be alone. It wasn't that we were "grounded" but it was pretty hard to come up with a reason to go someplace at night since there was no electricity. We mostly walked the beach and some of the new roads in our area. One of them was actually a right of way that allowed the property owners on the East end of the community to get to their driveways. It dead ended at a chain link fence that was the property line for "The Mansion" that I described earlier. We peeked through the fence wondering what it might be like to be that rich. Of course we took advantage of being alone and out of view but Elle and her modesty kept me pretty much in line. When I was holding her I noticed what looked like a small roof in the woods behind her. The only time I'd ever been down in that area was on my bike and I'd never gone as far as where we were right then. I was curious but Elle was wary of going to explore it. I walked in a short ways, through weeds and undergrowth, and could see that it looked like a small garage. I was sure there was no house back in there so was quite puzzled. Elle wanted to leave but I wanted to see more. She stayed out in the road and I pressed on. It quickly became evident that I was on some sort of pathway as I was just tramping down weeds. On both sides of me there were small trees. It became obvious that where I was standing had been cleared at some time in the past. I reached a point where I could see the whole building and it definitely was a garage. There was a small bare spot on the ground where I was standing and I bent down and found that it was some sort of crushed stone. The weeds had grown up through it. I didn't go all the way up to the building because I didn't want to get out of Elle's sight. I knew she wasn't comfortable with the whole scene. When I got back to her I explained what I'd seen and found and convinced her to go back with me. She didn't just hold my hand... she was crushing it. We found the door wasn't latched so peered inside. It was filled with junk and it was obvious that it had been thoroughly ransacked. We were truly puzzled. Why would someone build just a garage in the middle of a woods and then fill it with junk? On our walk back home I got to thinking about the place and how it might just be another place for us to "park". I wasn't sure how Elle would feel about it but at least it offered a place that was close and hidden from view.

We managed to get out by ourselves the day after the power came back on. I think I worked about half a day at the market but, because the gas station had been basically the only one with gas during the outtage, it had been pumped dry so I didn't work that night. Elle had also worked half a day so we had the whole evening to ourselves. Fred and Liz were supposed to come out for the weekend so we planned to go visit with them. Elle brought the clothes that Liz had loaned her and I was still trying to figure out how to get a peek at the panties. When we got to the house we found a big party in progress. Neither of us was expecting that and weren't comfortable with it either. It was mostly adults and younger kids. We found Fred and Liz and they explained that it was her parents anniversary. Of course they invited us to join in but Elle's eyes told me she wasn't interested. They were disappointed but sort of understood since we really didn't know anybody else but them. We were glad to get away.

It was still quite early and I decided to go "exploring" for potential new "parking" places since we were in the area. I'd made some deliveries into the area so had some ideas. Unfortunately, they weren't as private as I thought they were. After two tries I gave up. I didn't want to go to our place on the inlet as it would still be quite light out. The first houses in the development had been started and there was now more and more traffic running past our little hideaway. I was afraid that if someone saw a car parked down there they might want to find out why... plus my car was rather distintive and was relatively easy to identify. In all the times we'd gone there after dark I'd not seen even one set of headlights. I rejected the Boy Scout camp for the same reason. In daylight, a car up on the knoll was noticable and, since everyone knew the camp was closed, I figured it might cause someone (the Police) to come up and investigate.

Elle had been invited to a party at Nan's house but had declined on account of me wanting to meet up with Fred and Liz. She suggested that we could go there for a while to kill some time. I didn't have any other ideas so said "OK". On our way out I decided to drive down the one road that paralleled the primary road just to see what was there. The whole area was heavily treed with scrub oak. Most of the homeowners had elected to leave their yards in the "natural" state with trees rather than cutting them down and planting grass. It was sometimes hard to see the houses from the road. Then, quite unexpectedly, I came to an open field. It was filled with weeds and the only trees were out by what I thought might be the bluff overlooking the water. There was a place that appeared to be a two lane path and I turned in there and followed it all the way to where the trees started in again. I got out and so did Elle. I took her hand and we started through the grove of trees towards what was left of the sun. We hadn't gotten very far when Elle sneezed a few times. After the last one she snatched her hand back from mine and proceeded to go into a semi squat with one hand between her legs. I, of course, knew what that meant. I asked if she was OK. She had a somewhat funny look on her face and said something about allergies. She was back standing up when she again sneezed a few more times. Same reaction... bent at the waist, hand in her crotch. Then she said we had to leave. I didn't have anything to offer so we headed back to the car. Before we made it she had another sneezing attack. I had tried, ever so subtly, to see if she'd wet herself but couldn't really tell. She was wearing dark blue shorts and for the few seconds I actually did have a view I couldn't see anything. Once I turned the car around she announced "RAGWEED!". In amongst all the other weeds was her dreaded nemesis. When I'd driven the car in and over the weeds I'd stirred the pollen up and she'd breathed it in.

To be continued...

MORE PROGRESS... really (Part 12d)

I'm pretty sure it was another few nights before we took the next step. We did our usual routine with her lying on my lap. But there was something different. There was no indication on Elle's part that this night was any different than the previous. But, after my fingers started caressing her panties she surprised me by taking my hand. At first I thought she wanted me to stop. It was anything but. She placed my hand right on her crotch and then, still sort of holding it, hooked her fingers under a leg elastic and pushed my fingers inside. I couldn't believe how soft her flesh was right there. I know I had to be holding my breath. I could feel some wetness (she hadn't peed) but as I "explored", it soon dried up and became uncomfortable for her. That was about it inside her panties for that night. Even though it was only a short visit it was certinly "stimulating and I was certainly happy about it.

Again, the days between these incidents are somewhat of a blur. I do know the next time we got to that point we'd been at the gas station but left with time to go to the inlet. I remember Elle using the toilet just before we left and complaining that there was no toilet paper of towels. (Ooops... my job!). We didn't really have all that much time and that's why I remember fighting with folds of cloth (her skirt) when we got into our normal positions. There really wasn't time for our usual routine. I also remember that when my fingers got to her panties I was surprised at how wet they were. I even asked Elle if she'd leaked and she said it was from not wiping. It wasn't long until she led my fingers inside her panties again. WHEW! In any case, this was the night that I/we discovered the "magic button". WOW! When I fisrt touched it she sort of jumped. I thought I'd hurt her... but it only took a few seconds to realize it was anything but hurtful. I got excited because she was excited! I'd never seen her like this. It was probably the first real passion that she'd ever exhibited. Because it was so new to her she'd make me stop after just a few seconds or so and then indicate she wanted me to continue. I remember her getting up and out of the car and then walking around a bit. Reason prevailed and we got home in time... but with great anticipation for the next night. The only thing was it was going to be quite a while for that "next night".

The next real excitement came on August 19th when hurricane Diane hit us. Thinking back now on South Florida getting hit last year with three hurricanes, it seemed so improbable. That our small area would get hit with three in less than one year is truly unbeleivable. Florida is a whole state with hundreds of miles of coastline so they're quite vulnerable. However, in our case, the eye of these three storms all hit within a 50 mile stretch. It would be like three hurricanes hitting a place like Cape Canaveral in one year, and that's never happened before or since. The difference between this storm and Hurricane Carol was that everybody was pretty much sensitized to the word "hurricane" this time. Carol had snuck up on us, arriving during the night. When word got out that hurricane Diane was out in the Atlantic and appeared to be travelling the same course as Carol had the year before, people took notice. Radio stations were telling people how to prepare and the public was responding. As soon as I got to work it was evident. There were far more people downtown than usual. The biggest customer we had at the market was the local Country Club. After Carol, they had purchased a commercial generator with the basic intent of keeping their walk in cooler going as Carol had caused them to lose all their stored food. My boss contacted them and arranged for us to take all our meat provisions down there, just to be sure. During lunch I drove to the gas station and found Cliff trying to adapt an old power reel lawn mower to be able to pump gas. Even though he'd had success after Carol using his wife's car, it had been difficult, at best. I then took a turn by the sailing club and found people there retrieving their boats. I don't know why but, in spite of almost losing my boat in Carol, I hadn't even thought about it until then.

By the time I finally arrived home (with the boat) it was after 2 pm and Elle had walked to work. What could I do. You have to what you have to do and I had to move my boat. I spoke to Elle's mother and explained. She understood as Elle's father had called to tell her he'd moved his boat into a safe harbor but was planning on staying with it until the storm passed. When I walked out to look at the bay it reminded me of what it looked like in the winter. Not a boat in sight. They'd all been moved up into the creek for protection. With Carol, not a one had been moved and, out of about two dozen, eight or nine had been ruined. My boss wasn't too happy with me when I finally got back but he did understand. The market would normally close at 6pm but, because of the impending storm he decided to stay open until 9pm. I told him I'd come back and help him move the meats to the Country Club at that time so at least that made him happy.

I did run over to the drug store to explain to Elle where I'd been. I also told her that I'd promised to help move the meat at 9pm and unless she could get a ride home from somebody she'd be helping too. I could see from the look on her face that that didn't exactly appeal to her. So I told her I'd stop by her house when I did get done and she promised to wait up. Now, with all this hustle and bustle about the storm I'd not had any time to think about what had been transpiring between Elle and I over the previous two weeks. The first real chance I had was on the way home from the Country Club. I really had wanted to be with her that night and even though it would be at her house I knew it was better than nothing. My excitement was short lived. My father was waiting for me to help him put the storm windows up across the front of the house. Since they'd survived both Carol and Edna without them I thought it was a waste of time... and it was preventing me from seeing Elle. By the time we were through it was almost midnight and I knew Elle had gone to bed a long time ago. By then I was REALLY tired and NOT very happy!

With daybreak there was no sign of a storm but the old saying "red sky in morning, sailors take warning" was a hint of what was to come. My father regularly tuned to a radio station that gave the latitude and longitude of all hurricanes in the Atlantic Ocean. We got up and got the coordinates and plotted then on a map he kept on the dining room table at such times. I remember being amazed at how similar the paths were from the previos two storms. My father said it would probably arrive around noon. It did... and by 3pm the wind was howling and the rain sounded like pebbles against the wooden storm windows we'd put up. We lost power around 1pm and the eye of the storm came through around dinner time. I ran over to Elle's to make sure she and her mother were OK but I was told to come right back. There's not much to do when you have no lights but my father and I kept a vigil until about midnight. Then we went outside and I remember looking up at the sky and seeing stars. There were a lot of branches down but, unlike Carol, no trees. We'd had a few days of rain prior to Carol which had softened the ground so it was easy for the wind to blow them over. The only rain we saw this time was a couple of hours before it started and then it stopped when the eye passed by.

The following morning I went over to Elle's first thing. She wasn't up but her mother was. The only real damage they had was that the cellar was partially flooded. The tide had come up but no where near as high as with Carol but it was still enough to cause a problem. I then walked on down the road and it appered to be relatively clear so I got in my car and headed for town. It was pretty much the same sight just about everywhere. A few downed trees but mostly limbs and wires. Lack of electricity was the real problem. I drove out to the gas station and Cliff was already pumping gas with his lawnmower rig. I went back to the market to wait to see if my boss would show up. About half the businesses were open with the drug store being one. I went and asked if they needed Elle but they said no. The only thing that they'd be doing was filling prescriptions. When my boss hadn't shown up by noon I took off for home. I was looking forward to spending time with Elle but my father was waiting for me so we could take the storm windows off. It was like a conspiracy to keep us apart. I did get to run over to her house to tell her she wasn't needed at work but that was it.

To be continued...