DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 29n)

While we were just lying there, absolutely still, the one light that was on in the room suddenly went out. I wondered what had happened but didn’t dwell on it. Then I remember taking a few ”strokes“ like that before Elle reached down to pull a leg elastic away. I took the hint and made an ”adjustment“ and immediately felt the difference. The softness was warm and inviting. I had to be really careful because I certainly didn’t want to ruin the moment for either of us.

Even with being ”slow”, I knew it wouldn't be long though. I wanted to last until the absolute last second before pulling out and when I finally started to, Elle grabbed my butt cheeks and held me to her. I didn’t fight and allowed myself, again, to enjoy the sensational feeling. I don’t know how long we lay there but all of a sudden the room seem to light up. I turned my head towards the window from where the light was coming from and knew it had to be a car coming down the road. Literally, my heart stopped. I‘d “wilted” by then and was just lying on top of Elle. I immediately thought that it was her parents coming home as there were no occupied homes after Elle’s house at that time of year. I jumped up off her and started looking for my pants. I saw Elle follow me up and as I started pulling my pants on I saw her go to her dresser and pull open a drawer. Having “visited” her dresser, I knew that the drawer she was in was where she kept her panties. I wondered why she was getting panties instead of finding her pajama bottoms and putting them on. While this was going on the light in the window kept getting brighter. I had my pants up but now had to find my shirt. As I reached down to pick it up I saw Elle stepping into another pair of panties pulling them on over the ones she was already wearing. I certainly didn’t understand why she wasn't putting on her pajama bottoms.

I know we didn’t say anything from the time I jumped up until Elle walked out of the room and headed for the stairs. She was carrying her pajama bottoms as I watched her disappear down the stairwell. I got my shirt on and tucked in and then followed her down the stairs, all the while thinking that my only escape was to go out the front door while her parents were coming in through the kitchen door. When I got to the bottom Elle was standing there and peering out into the front room, looking out the front window. She was still holding her pajama bottoms. I walked up behind her and as I looked out into the room I saw taillights. It wasn’t her parents after all. I just reached around her and squeezed her tight while nuzzling her neck and breathing a big sigh of relief.

When Elle turned around to face me I could see the look of relief in her face. I continued to hold her and began kissing her lightly around her ears, finally reaching her lips. She was not a particularly passionate kisser but this time it was different. It was truly a “lip lock”. Habit I guess, but my right hand found its way to her crotch. As soon as I touched her panties I recognized them as the Nazareth heavy cotton panties I’d bought for her during the Fall. I also felt that her crotch was wet but I knew immediately that it my was cum working though the material and not pee. Usually Elle didn’t want me down there after we’d had sex but she didn’t try to stop me this time. Maybe it was because I made no effort to go “inside”.

I don’t know how long we stood there like that and I know we didn’t know what the actual time was. It was Elle who broke the “spell”. She headed for the kitchen and turned on the light to read the clock. As I walked in I saw a beautiful sight. A pretty girl in pajama tops that only covered half her panties. I wish I’d had a camera. It was just past 11:30pm and Elle decided it would be a good idea to use the toilet. I, smartly, didn’t follow her... and I was rewarded for it.

When Elle reappeared she turned the light out and walked up to me and slightly spread her legs. It was certainly an “invitation” and I took her up on it. By then there had been enough time for me to start to “recover”. As my hand touched her crotch I could feel a bulge starting. When I started to rub I realized that Elle had peed a little into her panties and I took advantage of it. The combination of warm pee and cum made for a nice feeling, at least for me. We stood there in the dark, kissing (and me rubbing) for what seemed like a long time. Finally, Elle broke away and, after another check of the clock, suggested that it might be time for me to go since we had no idea what time her parents would be coming home. As much as I didn’t want to I knew it was the smart thing to do. All in all, it had turned out to be a memorable night... a VERY memorable night!

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DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 29m)

Of course, I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t understand it myself. In thinking about why I walked into the bathroom in the first place I think it was because I was still a bit upset with her for what happened at Buddy’s. I’d heard what she told me but being a guy, it was hard for me to accept. I know I still couldn’t believe that I’d not seen her naked yet and thought I could surprise her by walking in on her. I was probably thinking that if I saw her naked once that she’d loosen up in the future... possibly in just a few minutes when we went upstairs. Since I didn’t have a real answer for her she wasn’t pleased and, when she finally got up off the toilet, she wasn’t in any mood to head upstairs.

By then I was mad at myself. It seemed like whatever I did it was wrong. Time was running out on the vacation and this was the last chance we’d have to get ”up close and personal“ with comfort and privacy. When we made our way to the front room I didn’t know what to do to salvage the rest of the evening. Because her panties were still damp she didn’t want to sit on the sofa. She hadn’t thought to bring a hand towel with her when she left the bathroom so, as I sat down she stood there in front of me. I figured I didn’t have much to lose so took her wrist and pulled her towards me. I actually thought she’d resist but she didn’t. I kept pulling until she was in my lap.

One thing I learned that night was that an apology goes a long way towards healing a rift, especially with a female. When I got her in my lap I pulled her close to me so I could whisper in her ear. She didn’t resist and, after I finally shut up, she kissed me. I didn’t know if I was going to salvage the evening but I remember telling myself to not ”push it“. We sat there ”nuzzling“ for quite a while. The first ”move“ was made by Elle when she took my right hand and placed it on her breast. Up to that time I has only sporting a soft bulge but that quickly changed. I was truly surprised and for two reasons. First was that Elle had made the move herself. Second was that she went for her breast first. In almost all of our ”playing“, her breasts were secondary. In truth, it was a pleasant surprise. She was certainly well enough endowed (34B) and her breast felt really tight in my hand. Like I said, I kept telling myself to have patience. It was hard after that.

The next ”move“ was when Elle got up, saying she had to go to the bathroom. When she was fully standing she shook her finger at me telling me to ”stay put“ but with a bit of a smile on her face. It was a hopeful sign. While she was gone I checked the time and it was getting close to 11pm. That wasn’t good. I wasn’t sure what time her parents usually came home on New Years Eve but I knew we didn’t want to get caught in a compromising position. I remember thinking that maybe we should go back to my house just to be sure. I knew it would safer there because my parents were always out until 2 or 3 in the morning on New Years.

I certainly wasn’t expecting what happened next. We had ended up on the sofa that where you couldn’t see the stairs. I thought I heard a ”squeak“ from the stairs and wondered what it was. I didn’t have long to wait as Elle walked in wearing just her pajama tops and her panties. Talk about taking someone’s breath away! She walked over and stood directly in front of me with each of her knees on the outside of mine. Looking at her crotch I could see her panties were wet above the crotch line. I didn’t get a long look as she proceeded to climb up on the sofa, straddling me. She didn’t lower herself like I thought she would. I just sat there, waiting. I don’t remember what Elle said but it was something to make me go up and feel her panties. Of course I did and a little bit more. It was exactly what she wanted.

My pants were still on and my fly was still zipped. I wasn’t sure if I should make the next ”move“ or not. I was just about to go for my fly when Elle backed off me and then grabbed for one of my wrists. I stood up and followed her up the stairs. I was about two steps below her on the way up and took advantage of it. Her pajama top only came halfway down the back of her panties so I got a full view of her crotch seam. I remember looking to see how wet they were but with the dim light I couldn’t tell. I was tempted to reach up and touch her but I didn’t.

The next surprise was when we walked into Elle’s room. There was a small lamp on one of her dressers which gave off just enough light to see that she’d turned down the covers on her bed. She’d also put down a towel. I was really excited! I started to undress myself but she stopped me. She wanted to do it herself. WHEW! I swear that I almost came when she pulled my pants down. I sort of hoping that she would take my underpants off but she didn’t. She indicated that she wanted me to climb in bed first. I expected that she wanted me to lie on my back and that she’d climb on top of me. But she made me move over and then climbed in beside me. I remember being on my side and Elle being on her side, facing each other. In a way it made me upset. This is what I’d envisioned we would’ve been like that night at Buddy’s.

Elle still had her pajama top on. I hadn’t realized that she had taken her bra off until I reached up to stroke one of her breasts. When I did I could feel her nipple and it was hard. I’d only felt her nipples a few times but when I started to rub it she started writhing there next to me. I had no idea that was a real stimulus to females but I found out in a hurry. She only allowed me to do that for a short while before she pulled me up and on top of her. While I was doing that she unbuttoned her pajama top. I slid my penis very gently between her legs and right into the crotch of her panties. I knew I had to be very careful not to come. I actually think I lay there motionless for a while just to be sure. I do remember concentrating and not paying attention to Elle for a while. She got my attention back when she lifted her groin up a time or two though. Her panties weren’t all that wet but being nylon, were soft enough for me to get some ”action“. The question was just how much I could stand.

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DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 29l)

Without Elle, it didn’t take long for us to run out of things to talk about. There were things that I’d never talk about with Fred in front of Liz and there was just not enough to talk about with her present. At least if Elle had been there she and Liz could’ve kept each other occupied. I was just about to leave when Liz’s mother came in with a jigsaw puzzle. Jigsaw puzzles had, at one time, been a favorite thing for me to work on. I hadn’t done one in a long, long time. I figured “Why not?”. The suggestion was to set it up on the large glass coffee table in the living room. That meant we’d have to work on it from the floor. Truthfully, I didn’t give a thought about a DP (down pants) when we started. However, with three people working on the same puzzle it meant that we’d all be moving around the table quite a bit. Liz actually chose to stay in one place and when she’d find a piece that appeared to fit on the opposite side of the table she’d just reach across and try to fit it in. Voila! A great chance for a DP... and I took advantage of it. The first one told me she wasn’t wearing cotton Lollipops because the waist elastic was different. It took a while before I really got to see much of her panties and they were definitely nylon. By the time her mother said they they should be getting ready to out to dinner I’d gotten many, many views of the waist elastic. It certainly was unique and one I’d never seen before. I was intrigued but knew there was no way to pursue it any further, at least on that day.

I really didn’t know what to do that night. I was somewhat reluctant to call Elle both because of her brother being home and the fact that I was still somewhat peeved about what had happened the night before at Buddy’s house. I guess I could admit that I was being childish when I decided to just stay home. Later, I remember lying in bed and thinking about New Years Eve and what we'd planned to do. Because of the tentative way I’d left Elle off I wasn’t sure that it would come off.


My parents were very social people and New Years Eve was a favorite of theirs. Elle’s parents were not “social” people. They never went out to eat and the only time that I knew that they went out at all was on New Years Eve. Elle’s father had met a man who made guitars sometime after Elle was born. After he made one for Elle’s father they became friends and, on New Years Eve would invite Elle’s parents over to his house. Knowing this, Elle and I had planned on going to the movies and then returning to Elle’s (for once) empty house. The only flaw in that plan was that I might have had to babysit my brother. But his friend and family had taken care of that for us.

I waited until after lunch before going over to see Elle. Her brother was leaving on the afternoon train to spend New Years Eve with some of his Army buddies in the city. As far as logistics were concerned, everything was in place. Now the job was to see Elle’s frame of mind. At first she was a little “distant” but, in retrospect, that was to be expected from me sort of ignoring her the previous afternoon and night. By supper time we were pretty much “in tune”. We had to leave for the movies by 6:45pm to make it on time. Elle had casually asked when her parents were leaving for their friends and been told somewhere around 9pm. It was helpful to know that but it caused her mother to ask what we were doing after the movies. I wasn’t expecting that. I knew that our parents didn’t do a lot of casual chatting so took a chance and told her a boldface lie. I said that we were babysitting my brother. She seemed satisfied with that and then we were off.

The decision to lie was one I was not comfortable with. My grandfather had always preached “Tell the truth and you’ll have nothing to forget.”. As we rode home after the movie I thought that maybe we should go to my house rather than Elle’s, as we originally planned. But getting “up close and personal” in my bedroom was difficult and Elle’s was much more comfortable and inviting. We did stop at my house just to make sure her parents had gone and then we walked over about a half hour later. By then my heart was racing and I had a soft “bulge” going. I couldn’t wait to get upstairs. But, as we walked into her kitchen she said she had to use the bathroom. That was good, especially if she did what she usually did when the two of us were together and that was to not wipe herself. I’m not sure what possessed me but after she started into the bathroom I followed her. She didn’t see me at first and started pulling her panties down by hooking her thumbs into the waist elastic. Unfortunately, her skirt blocked my view of the panties. When she spied me she let out a little scream and then spun around to sit on the toilet with her panties still on. As she stared up at me I could hear her pee splashing into the toilet. She asked me what I was doing there and I think I said something like “I’m watching you go tinkle“ (That’s what she always called it.) What followed was a discussion on ”why“. I don’t remember the actual repartee but it lasted for more that a few minutes, the whole time with her sitting on the toilet in her wet panties. The "talk" somewhat deflated my bulge. I don’t think she was really mad but what she wanted to know was why I didn’t give her her privacy. It was hard for me to answer after all the times I’d watched her wet her pants without getting any real negatives from her. I’m pretty sure that I actually admitted that I got a ”thrill“ whenever she did wet herself. I know I held my breath after I’d said it. Of course that led to another ”why?“.

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DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 29k)

For the life of me I can’t remember exactly what happened next. I do remember that Elle went upstairs while I was turning the lights off in the living room. When I got upstairs I saw the door to Elle’s room was closed. The bathroom was empty so I knew she wasn’t in there so I left the light off in my room and the door open. When I saw her walk past heading for the bathroom I went into hers. She was surprised to see me when she returned because she asked why I was there. I was still fully dressed so it wasn’t like I was ready to jump into bed with her. I remember making some sort of apology and telling her that I really hadn’t planned for what had happened. I know I made some sort of plea to be able to sleep with her and, in so doing, referencing that Buddy and Carol, basically in the next room, were. I don’t remember her saying “no” but she let me clearly know that it wasn’t going to happen. Talk about frustration! Here was my fantasy... to sleep in the same bed as Elle and to not have to worry about being caught... disappearing right before my eyes.

After a restless night, I got up when I saw it getting light out. I got washed and dressed and headed downstairs to wait for any or all of them to come downstairs. Buddy was first and was in just a T shirt and his trousers. Talk about the cat who ate the canary! He asked how it went for me and, pretty much knowing why Elle had turned me down, I told him that we didn’t do anything but go to sleep... each in our own room. I remember him making a few comments about how close he thought we were and indicating surprise. I’ve mentioned that Elle was a very private person. I was too, especially when it came to sex so Buddy’s perception was strictly on his own.

The next one to come downstairs was Carol. Since she wasn’t prepared to stay over she had no clothes to sleep in and ended up in one of Buddy’s T shirts. She was wearing Buddy’s bathrobe but it wasn’t tied so I got a few glimpses of her panties and she reached the lower steps of the stairs. She called to Buddy that needed to get home to get clean clothes and to be there in case her parents called. After a quick trip to the kitchen they went back upstairs. About then I was feeling very uncomfortable. I think it was the “macho” side of me feeling anything but macho. I was thinking that I’d lost face in front of one of my good friends. I decided that Elle and I should get on our way as soon as possible.

The trip home was another quiet one. I certainly wasn’t going to broach the subject and risk having Elle get really mad at me and ruining the last part of of Christmas holiday. We were about 10 miles from home when she broke the silence and it was with an apology of her own. Basically what she said was that she really, really loved me but that what we did together was our business and she just wasn’t comfortable with having Buddy and Carol know. I remember thinking that regardless of what we did they probably thought that we had anyway... but didn’t say it. I don’t remember my words back to her but by the time we turned into our road she was snuggled up to me in the front seat.

My parents were at church and when I walked into the house I found a message that my boarding school friend, Fred, had called. He and his girlfriend, Liz, were out at her Summer house for the weekend and for me to call for us to get together. Even with Elle’s mood change I knew the rest of her day would be focused on her brother. I called the number and got Liz on the phone. She wanted the four of us get together at her house. I explained that Elle was tied up but she insisted that I come over anyway. It’d been the early part of the summer since I’d seen them. Liz was now a Freshman at a college near to Fred and I was really curious as to how that arrangement was working. I knew if I got Fred alone he’d tell all.

Every time I write about going to that house I get nostalgic. I certainly didn’t appreciate the uniqueness of it’s location at that time but I sure do now. Even though it was winter, the view from just about anywhere on the property was spectacular. I got there just in time for lunch. We spent the next hour or so getting caught up with each other. Fred and I weren’t real good at writing so there was a lot to talk about. Liz’s mother gave me the break I was hoping for by calling her to go walk their dog. Joe was more than willing to tell me about the “arrangement”. One of his fraternity brothers was going to the same school as Liz and lived in an off campus apartment. On most weekends he went out of town and allowed Fred to use it when he visited Liz. Although Liz had to be back in her dorm at night, they had plenty of time for “stuff” (The term Fred used to describe making out and anything more). I was immediately jealous. Of course Fred asked about Elle and I and as I’ve stated before, that was something I kept to myself. I remember telling him that things were pretty tame. At least as far as college was concerned, I wasn’t lying. The most I gave him was that we would sometimes get lucky enough to have privacy in one of the Student Union rooms. I was thankful that he didn’t press the issue.

When Liz returned we talked about our Christmas gifts. Mine was simple... a few shirts and money. But Liz had gotten a new portable record changer and she wanted to show it to me. She had it set up in her bedroom and motioned for Fred and I to follow her. It was always an experience going into this house. It was a Summer house but it was almost as elegant as Buddy’s and Carol’s all year round houses. Her bedroom had two beautiful water views but that wasn’t what caught my eye. Lying on her bed were what appeared to be dressier clothes to be worn later. There was a skirt with a slip lying on top of it and, most important to me, a pair of panties. It wasn’t that I’d never seen her panties before because I had from the time she loaned Elle clothes to go home in and I, when returning them, had done a thorough inspection. Those had been a pair of cotton Lollipop band leg briefs. But the pair I was looking at were definitely not cotton. That in itself was a surprise. She was wearing a pair of brown tailored slacks but, true to her sense of style, they were loose fitting so getting a look at a VPL (visible panty line) seemed remote. Instead of looking at her new record player I was wondering what kind of panties she was wearing.

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DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 29j)

We were supposed to meet Buddy at his house around 3:30pm. I went to pick Elle up at Nancy's house in the early afternoon and I could see that she wasn’t sure if it was a good idea and maybe she should go home. She’d had fun with her brother and it was hard to leave. I remember telling her we’d have a good time seeing all the people from the Summer and reminiscing. I also remember it was quiet trip over to Buddy’s house.

If you remember when I was asking Elle about going that I’d told her that she could “probably” stay at Carol’s house. The subject hadn’t been discussed so when we walked into Buddy’s house it was a shock to Elle and me when Buddy took us upstairs to show us our rooms. I remember Elle giving me one of “those” looks but also that she didn’t say anything. When she was shown her room she just stood there in awe. It was twice the size of her room at home.

For that period in time the house was quite elegant. Buddy’s parents were both doctors and they lived on a street with similar type houses. By today’s standards it would be considered “middle class”. But, we were both amazed as we walked through it. There were five bedrooms and the smallest was bigger than the master bedroom in my house. Buddy’s parents bedroom took up one whole end of the house and they had their own bathroom and a walk in closet. Buddy’s sister’s room also had it’s own bathroom. She was in the city seeing a show with some friends. Buddy’s room and the two other bedrooms were at the other end of the hall. Buddy told Elle to pick the one she wanted. Elle just stood there and looked at me.

Elle’s overnight bag was still in the car and as I was about to go get it Elle grabbed me and asked what was going on. I had to tell her that I’d mistakenly thought, when talking to Buddy, that she was going to stay at Carol’s house. That “look” came back to her face as if to say “yeah, sure!”. When I returned with the bag Elle had chosen the bedroom that faced the back yard and was looking out the window as I walked in. I walked up to her and slipped my arms around her middle. When I tried to kiss her she pulled her head aside. It was obvious that she didn’t believe me.

The room I was to sleep in was right across from the bathroom. As I was getting dressed (I had to wear a coat and tie) for the affair I kept my eye on the door. I saw Elle rush by and she was holding a towel up in front of her but was in just her bra and panties. I made as if I was headed for the bathroom so I could peek into her room. Her door was slightly ajar and I stood and watched her step into her slip. I could see she was wearing a “package” but had pretty much figured that she would. I couldn’t blame her but I was somewhat disappointed.

We had to leave around 5:30pm to go pick up Carol. Carol’s parents weren’t there and it got me to thinking that I hadn’t seen Buddy’s parents when we were at his house. I didn’t obsess on it but I was curious. Carol’s house was somewhat similar to Buddy’s in size. They were both impressive and I was somewhat envious. I remember Elle commenting on some of the furnishings.

The affair was quite a bit of fun for all of us. Since we weren’t part of the “drinking crowd” we decided to go back to Buddy’s fairly early. We hadn’t been in the house very long when the phone rang. It was Buddy’s sister. She and her friends had decided to get a room at a hotel and to stay over. When Buddy came back he had this sheepish grin on his face. I didn’t know why but Buddy then asked me to go out to the kitchen with him and that was when I found that out and that both his and Carol’s parents were out at the Summer house for the weekend. With Buddy’s sister staying in the city it meant that we were going to be unchaperoned. Buddy was quietly wild with glee. He didn’t say what was in his mind but I certainly had a good idea. I was a bit concerned... not for myself but for how Elle would react when she found out what was going on.

When I came back in the room Buddy called Carol out. Elle had a puzzled look on her face as I sat down next to her. I didn’t know what Buddy was planning and I knew that I needed to know so as to tell Elle. I didn’t know what to say so, stupidly, I got up and went out to the kitchen, leaving Elle totally befuddled. Buddy and Carol were in a very intimate embrace. It was Buddy that saw me and he could see the look on my face. I hated to break them up but I just had to know what to say to Elle. He was fairly blunt that he and Carol would spend the night together and, in a round about way, asked if Elle and I were doing the same.

As you’ve probably gathered, Elle was a bit of an enigma... and a very private person. Verbally, at least in front of me, she was non judgmental. I knew she wouldn’t react negatively to the news about Buddy and Carol’s plans. What I didn’t know was how she’d react to the idea of us sleeping together. I know it sounds somewhat ridiculous what with the number of times we’d had sex together. But, the hangup was that in all those cases no one else KNEW about it. Regardless of where we were (car, her house, etc.) only the two of us actually knew. People might have gotten the idea that we might be doing “it”, but nobody actually knew. So, in this situation, Buddy and Carol would know...

It was like walking on eggs when I told Elle what was happening. What made it especially hard was that my continuing fantasy had been that Elle and I would spend the whole night in the same bed. I knew if I was too “forceful” with the news that I’d, for sure, turn her off. I, more than anything else, wanted that fantasy to come true. I tried being as casual as I could when I told her all the news. As best as I can remember she didn’t say anything at all. I do remember perspiring like as if it were 100 degrees in the room. When Buddy and Carol returned, the look on their faces told their story. Buddy started to ask what we were going to do but I managed to send a message with the look on my face for him to just shut up. He got it and started steering Carol upstairs.

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DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 29i)

We sat in the living room so we could look at the tree. It wasn’t long before Elle nodded off. When I realized she had I made a point of staying awake so that I could wake her after a short time. I certainly didn’t want her to have an ”accident“ on her own couch. But I didn’t have to worry about that as the phone rang waking her. It was her brother. He was calling from San Francisco. He’d been stationed in Korea and had been granted leave that would get him home by the end of the week. It was not good news as far as I was concerned. I could see Elle was excited that she’d be able to see him and I knew she’d want to spend some time with him once he arrived.

Because the whole family was excited by the news the normal bedtime for her parents was ignored. By the time they decided to call it a night it was past 11pm. Elle’s mother made a point to say it had been a long day and it would be a good idea for Elle to follow suit. I didn’t want to hear it but, with our ”close call” still fresh in my mind, decided to go along with her request. When we were saying our “good night” I was able to undo the button on the front of her trousers and get my hand down the front. It wasn’t what I’d wanted but the feel of her nylon panties was better than nothing.

Nancy was supposed to arrive around 10am and I made sure that I was up early enough to get over to Elle’s house before Nancy arrived. I could see Elle’s bedroom window from our kitchen window and as soon as I saw the shade go up I was on my way. I knew we wouldn’t get a chance to be “up close and personal“ but was just looking forward to being with her. Again, she was wearing the pants that I’d given her which made me very happy. But, because the slacks were tight enough to give a VPL, I could see she was wearing cotton panties from the band around the leg openings. Since I wasn’t going to get ”up close and personal” it didn’t matter. It was just fun to be able to see the VPL.

Once Nancy got there I became “transparent” so elected to leave. I really didn’t have any plans for the day but my father suggested I go spend some time with my grandfather since I’d not really not paid him much attention the day before. The snow from earlier in the week had mostly melted so when I got to his house I suggested we go over to the horse training facility. He didn’t have to be asked twice. We spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon there. I even got to jog a few horses, which was fun for me. It also made my grandfather happy. Ever since I’d shown an interest in his horses he’d been encouraging me to pursue it. On our way back to his house he asked if I was going to come visit again in North Carolina during my Spring break. I was so hyped up from being at the track and actually handling horses that I said “yes” without even thinking about it.

When I got home to my own house there was a message for me that Buddy, my sailing friend, had called. When I finally got hold of him he invited Elle and I to go into his house on Saturday and then go to the mid-Winter meeting and dinner dance for the sailing club. It was being held at the big hotel near where his family lived during the Winter. I didn’t know anything about it. I told him I’d have to get back to him. My first stop was to ask my mother if it would be OK and when I did, my mother remembered that she forgot to give me the notice about the dinner. Embarrassed, she said it would be fine to go and apologized to me. The next stop was to go over to see Elle. Even though Nancy was there I went over to ask if she wanted to go. I had to do a little persuading but she did say yes provided it was OK with her mother. Buddy had mentioned to me that his girlfriend, Carol, would be going with him and that Elle could probably stay over at her house. I urged her to call her mother right away and she did get permission after doing a bit of persuading on her own. When I got back to Buddy with the news I remembered that I didn’t have tickets for the affair. I remember him laughing and saying that he’d take care of it.

Elle’s plans to go to Nancy’s house had changed with the news that her brother would be arriving home on Friday. That didn’t upset me one bit although I knew most of her time would be spent with him and with her family. I’d volunteered to drive into Nancy’s house to pick her up and it didn’t break my heart not to have to make the trip twice.

I’d figured that I wouldn’t be seeing Elle that night what with Nancy there. But they asked if I’d like to come over and play games with them after supper. My only other choices were to take my brother to the movies or to stay home. It was an easy choice.

As it turned out it was a good choice. After we played a few games Elle’s mother pulled out a couple of shoe boxes with pictures of Elle and her brother when they were very young. We ended up spreading them out on the floor. As we moved about I found I could get a good DP (down pants) view on Nancy. I was intrigued because I didn’t recognize the waist elastic. I remember staring at her back and Elle giving me a rap in the arm.

Nancy left just before the noon train was due in. Elle’s mother was at work and I said I’d drive Elle up to meet her brother. We went to the drug store so he could say hello to his mother and then we drove to Elle’s house. I spent some time them but left early in the afternoon. I’d only stopped at the gas station a few times since I’d been home but Cliff, the owner wasn’t there. I didn’t really know the kids that were working and they didn’t know anything about the status of the racecar. It was pointless to stay so I went home and took a nap. That night was strictly a family affair so I never got to see Elle at all.

To be continued...