Thursday, December 21, 2006

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.

To be continued...

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

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.

To be continued...

Monday, December 18, 2006

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.

To be continued...

Friday, December 15, 2006

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.

To be continued...

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

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!

To be continued...

Monday, December 11, 2006

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.

To be continued...

Sunday, December 10, 2006

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!

To be continued...

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

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...

Monday, December 04, 2006

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...

Friday, December 01, 2006

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...