Saturday, December 20, 2008


AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38e)

When I woke up I could see sunlight peeking around the curtains. I looked at my watch and was shocked to see it was after 9am. I don’t know why but I slid my hand down to Elle’s crotch. Even through the plastic I could feel it was very warm... and squishy. It was obvious to me that she’d slept through her next alarm... and more. I figured that she'd gotten up around 3am and it was now 6 hours later. She should’ve gotten up at least 3 times and she was lying there, still asleep. Then I became worried that the plastic panties might’ve leaked so I felt all around her butt. Fortunately, everything was dry.

As angelic as she looked while asleep I knew I had to wake her up. When I got her to open her eyes we snuggled for a bit and, even though I was definitely ”excited”, made a concerted effort to get her up and out of bed. I got out on my side and walked around to the other side to pull her up. When I accomplished this I put my arms around her and we stood there hugging and kissing for a few minutes. I remember her asking what time it was and if she’d leaked onto the bed. She was surprised at how late it was and I remember her taking one hand and feeling her plastic panties. I also remember her having a sheepish smile on her face.

We walked to the bathroom and she immediately stepped in to the tub. That was a surprise. I asked why and she said I’d soon see. She pulled the plastic pants down and stepped out of them. Then after a few seconds I saw a stream of pee flowing from the crotch of the panties she still had on. I won’t say I was shocked but I was surprised. I honestly don’t remember who spoke first or what exactly was said but the gist of the action was that she was going to pee anyway and she thought I’d appreciate it. I did! Immensely! In retrospect, it was a reinforcement of her commitment to me.

I peeled the wet mass off of her and then pulled the soggy pads from the panties as she took a quick shower. While I was doing this there was a knock on our door. I was naked but I quickly grabbed my pants from the recliner and ran to the door. It was housekeeping, wanting to make the bed. I told them we weren’t ready and to come back later. Elle, hearing the conversation had quickly finished her shower and, with a towel wrapped around her, was picking out clothes to wear. I had hoped to pick out what she would wear but, because we were both hungry and because I was fully expecting to spend most of the day studying, figured it didn’t matter since she’d probably acquiesce to my desire to be in just underwear when we got back. It only took a few minutes for us be ready and on our way.

Breakfast was filling and we didn’t waste too much time. Elle had set a goal of eight hours study time for the day. Getting a late start meant we’d probably be studying into the evening, not something I was looking forward to. We walked back into the room and immediately smelled pee. Walking in from the fresh outside air it was a bit of a shock. The bed had been made and all the towels we’d used to soak up pee and to bathe with had been removed and replaced with clean ones. My next thought was that they hadn’t found the sheet in the tub. Wrong! But, what I found in the bathroom were the three pair of peed in cotton panties that I never washed out. My face immediately flushed. It was bad enough that the sheet was wet but leaving Elle’s panties on the floor wasn’t good. And then there was her protective sheet/pad. We’d left that draped over the back of the recliner. I went over and took a sniff and the pee smell was certainly there. I remember wondering if the housekeeper had gone into the office to report what she’d found. I certainly wasn’t going to go ask.

Elle said we’d have to open the door to air the room out before she could start to study. I volunteered to wash the protective pad and the panties out and as I did Elle took one of her books out to study in the car. I was sort of upset. I’d fantasized that upon our return we would, again, strip down to our underwear to study. With the door open and all the warm air escaping I knew it’d be a while before that would happen.

When I finally shut the door it was pretty chilly in there. Elle, sitting in the car, was completely involved in her studies. There wasn’t much I could do but wait. When Elle came in to use the toilet she did bring her book but I knew it wasn’t a good idea to ask her to strip right then. I wasn’t very happy but I kept it to myself.

It was early afternoon when Elle said she was hungry. The room had warmed up nicely, almost to the point that it was really too warm to have clothes on. But I had the patience to wait. When Elle went to use the toilet I followed her in. At that point I was hoping to just get a feel of her panties after she peed but she told me to wait until we got back. I was really in no position to argue.

Lunch was a rather quiet affair. I’ll admit I was sulking a bit. Right from the time that the housekeeper knocked on the door not much had gone the way I wanted it to. Upon our return to the room I made the comment that the room was really too warm to be in clothes. I saw Elle with an impish smile and knew that everything was pretty much back to the way I’d hoped it would be. She said she’d give me 15 minutes and then it was back to the books. I walked up to her, gave her a kiss and started to undress her. It was fun. But, what was more fun was when she started to undress me! Then, a big surprise. she got up, took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. I wasn’t really sure what was going to happen but I knew that the 15 minutes was almost up. As soon as we got inside the room she turned to me, wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me. What could I do but hug her back and start kissing her. Then she took one of my hands and placed it between her legs. This, for sure, was different. Very rarely did Elle take the initiative. Almost as soon as my hand touched her panties I felt a nice wet warmness. It wasn’t a lot and, because she’d chosen to wear the Carter’s heavy cotton panties, it wasn’t as sensuous as I liked. But, she’d done it on her own and that meant a lot. We stayed like that for a minute or two and then she spun away, sitting on the toilet but still in her panties while she peed. I got a minute or so rubbing her like that and then she jumped up and kind of slapped me on the head telling me to get to studying.

She took a hand towel with her and headed for the bed. That was different. I watched her set up the pillows behind her and start to read. I took the desk chair and placed it at the foot of the bed. That gave me a good view of her crotch. Studying was NOT on my mind!(4)

Thursday, December 18, 2008

AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38d)

As I said, it was an effort in futility. By the time she got there she’d peed her bladder empty. When she turned to sit on the toilet I walked up to her and kissed her, squeezing her wet pantied butt as I did it. I quickly moved one hand around so as to get into the leg opening of her panties and she willing let me. When she could take no more she backed away. As worked up as she appeared to be I thought this would be the time to strip her panties off and actually see her naked. NOT! It puzzled me to no end but not enough to deter me for what I deemed to be both our goals at the time.

When we got back to the bed I was surprised to see that in spite of her ”accident“ when she was on top of me that my side of the bed wasn’t all that wet. I climbed in first and she lay on top of me, my penis between her legs. I swear we didn’t move at all but within seconds I felt that pulsing sensation. Talk about disappointment... for both of us.

We lay there like that for a few minutes and then I rolled her off and on to her side. I stayed snuggled up to her with my left leg wedged between her legs and up into her crotch. The next thing I knew I felt a tickling sensation on my right upper thigh. As I opened my eyes I could see that she was asleep. It only took a few seconds to realize that she was peeing in her sleep. I shook her awake but by then the ”damage“ had been done. I pulled my leg out and separated myself from her just a bit. I was up on one arm and could look down at our hips. We were in a puddle of pee. Our combined weight had created a small crater and the pee had pooled itself right there. Her protective pad was keeping it from the mattress but the regular sheet was soaked.

What to do? We both knew that we didn’t want to make any more of a mess than we already had. With me weighing more than Elle I suggested that I’d stay in the puddle and she’d go get a towel to soak up the puddle. Once that was accomplished we both agreed that we needed a shower. I had ”come to life“ by then and as we stood by the tub waiting for the water to get warm I gave her a big hug and kiss. I grabbed her butt again and her wet panties were molded to her body. I just knew that I’d finally get to see her naked. But... she stepped into the shower... with her panties on.

I offered to wash her if she’d wash me. Such a deal! I made another half hearted attempt to peel her panties off but still met with resistance. I remember looking down at the now totally translucent panties and seeing her pubic hair through them. She was blond down there as well and I could even see that. Exasperated, I tried, one more time, to reason with her and, miracle of miracles, this time won out. She wasn’t totally comfortable but was accepting to the extent that we soaped ourselves up and then ”scrubbed“ ourselves clean by rubbing belly to belly.

That is still one of my favorite memories. We probably spent a half hour in the shower. Still soaking wet I stepped out of the tub and, with the top seat down, sat on the toilet. I held up a towel for Elle and helped her out. But I guided her into a straddling position on my lap. I’m sure your imaginations don’t need details for what happened next. It was a wonderful, unplanned, experience.

When things ”wound down“ we were faced with a very wet bed. Elle insisted on putting on a ”package“ and I asked if I could help her. She’d told me how she did it and, of course, I’d felt it a few times but this was something I really wanted to see. She started with a pair of the Carters heavy cotton ”Spanky Pants“. The next step was to put a sanitary pad inside them, just as if she was on her period. Next was adding a pair of the heavy cotton Nazareth panties that I’d brought for her. Before they were all the way up she added two more sanitary panties, side by side, inside them. The extra wide crotch of these panties allowed for them to fit. Then, it was time for the plastic panties. I stepped back to take this sight in. I almost laughed. Here she was, naked except for these comical looking ”poofy“ plastic panties. I actually had to look away to keep her from seeing me smiling. She was going to put her pajama top on but I offered her a T shirt. I wanted to be able to feel her flesh when we were in bed and cotton flannel wasn’t going to cut it.

Next we had to figure out what to do with the bed. We pulled the wet sheet off and threw it in the tub. Her waterproof sheet/pad had a layer of flannel and it was wet as well so we took that off too. Then we took the top sheet and put it on the bottom. By then it was after midnight and we just feel into bed with a light blanket over us.

Elle was asleep in minutes but I lay awake for a long time. Elle had brought her alarm clocks to wake her up for the bathroom and I heard the first one go off. She actually slept through it so I shook her awake. When she returned from the bathroom we snuggled, face to face, and then we both fell asleep.

To be continued...

Monday, December 15, 2008

AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38c)

I stopped the car by the office when I saw the lady who’d been so nice behind the desk. I went in and thanked her again and also asked if there was a nearby diner. She said to get out on the main drag and drive for about 4 or 5 minutes and I’d see one that was open for truckers all night long. My father had told me that if truckers ate at a place you could be pretty sure the food was good so we had a plan. Not only was the food good but it was fairly inexpensive as compared what I paid when Elle and I would go out to eat in her college town. The waitress guessed that we were newly married and we didn’t tell her we weren’t. But just hearing that made us both feel more relaxed about what we were doing.

The euphoria was broken when, on the trip back to the room, Elle reminded me that it was to be a ”study weekend“ and that she wanted to get in at least two hours before ”anything else“. There wasn’t much I could say. At least we were alone together and there was still a lot of time to go, including two whole nights. When we got back into the room we took the time to take a close look at it. There was a vinyl couch and recliner along with a table with chairs and a full sized desk. There was also a black and white TV on a metal stand with wheels. The bed was a double (which was as big as they came in the 50’s) with plenty of room on both sides. You could’ve had a party in there without crowding. As we walked around I flipped the thermostat up. Elle took off her coat and retrieved her books while I put her suitcase on the bed. I was trying to find the right words to suggest that we study wearing just our underwear. I can’t remember the exact words but I know I used ”be comfortable“ when I mentioned it. Her first reaction was a frown but, surprisingly, she didn’t say anything negatively. I remember going up to her and asking for a kiss before we started to study. I guess we'd been so nervous about what we were doing that right from the time I saw her walking up to the sorority until now we hadn’t kissed or hugged. Not even when I was rubbing her wet panties when she was peeing in the toilet. That question was the right one and at the right time. The kiss was an extended one and led to some extra ”fooling around“ before she put a stop to it by saying ”STUDY!“. But it was obvious that she was ”hungry“ and that’s when I asked if she’d take her clothes off and just study in her bra and panties. She hesitated for a few seconds and then, with a smile, said OK, as long as she didn’t get cold and that I wouldn’t touch her for the whole two hours. That was easy to agree to as I had a very good idea what was to follow... and it was only a two hour wait. I immediately kicked the thermostat up some more as I watched her step out of her skirt and slip, smiling.

She chose to sit at the desk and I took up a good viewing position in the recliner. I know I wasn’t getting anything out of what I was reading as I kept one eye on her. I honestly don’t know how long she’d been at the desk when she got up and headed for the bathroom. When I got up to follow her she reminded me, with a smile, that I couldn’t touch her. But it didn’t stop me from talking to her and summoning up the courage to ask her to pee through her panties. She stopped, gave me a ”look“, and then tried to separate the two pair she had on. But the sight of the toilet and her need for it was too great. That few seconds that she hesitated trying to pull down just the cotton panties was enough for her to start peeing. As she did she gave me a ”you win“ look and just sat on the toilet. I could hear the pee splashing in the bowl and I was as hard as a rock again. Boxer shorts do not offer any resistance. I stood at the doorway watching. She wouldn’t look at me while she was peeing but after a minute or so she looked at me and asked if I was happy. I gave her a BIG smile back.

She wanted to change and get washed up but I persuaded her to stay in the wet panties as it wasn’t long before we’d be going to bed. She took one of the hand towels when she got up and put it on the desk chair. I went back to watching her.

One thing about Elle and her studies... it had to be perfectly quiet. No casual chat, radio or TV. So I just sat watching her. I hate to admit it but I actually fell asleep. What woke me up was Elle attempting to sit on my lap. It only took a few seconds for me to feel the warmth of her damp panties. I quickly ”sprang to life“ and she couldn’t help but notice as she playfully guided it between her legs. This time there was no doubt as to interest as she undid her bra (something I always struggled with). I grabbed a handful and started gently stroking the nipple with a finger. She squealed and wiggled a bit. Then she spread her legs which I took for an invitation to visit ”the promised land“. I was only inside the legs elastics a minute when she jumped up and ran to the bed. Her suitcase was still on it. She opened it and quickly pulled what looked like a folded table cloth. She lay it on the bed and motioned for me to move the suitcase. As I did she peeled back the covers and the sheet on her side. At first I was puzzled. But as she unfolded the material I figured out that it was a protective sheet. She spread it out on her side and then put the regular sheet back. When she finished she lay down on the bed and asked what I was waiting for. I didn’t have an answer so climbed in beside her. No sooner had I snuggled up beside her and she popped up sitting/straddling me and began to tickle me. I’m not ticklish but she is so I returned the favor. It only lasted for a few seconds before I felt something really warm on my groin. She was laughing so hard that she didn’t realize what was happening at first. When she did she spun off me and onto her side. She ended up sitting on the side of the bed, not moving. I asked if she was OK and she said that if she moved she was going to ”pee everything“. As wet as I was I thought she already had. She asked me to go get the towel off the desk chair and when I did she stuffed it between her legs and waddled towards the bathroom. Talk about an effort in futility! I’m smiling, and getting hard, as I write this, remembering this pretty blond haired girl waddling, half stooped over, with a towel between her legs and wearing nothing but wet panties and heading for the bathroom.

To be continued...

Thursday, December 11, 2008

AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38b)

I pretty much tapped out my bank account when I left school. I knew the big cost would be the motel and that we’d have to stretch a bit on the food. I pulled up in front of the office and went in to register. I was met by a stern looking man who looked older than my father. When I told him I wanted a room he said he didn’t think he had any available. It was just about dark and there were only a few cars in the parking lot. I questioned him about that and he said something about not running ”one of those kind of places“. Being somewhat of a ”smart ass”, I asked what he meant. He pointed to Elle sitting in the car and said he knew what we were up to or something like that. My “smart ass” persona now in full gear, I told him he didn’t know what he was talking about and that we were married. Before he could say anything I told him I’d go get Elle and prove it. It was probably my agitated voice that did it but all of a sudden this matronly woman appeared. I was headed for the door to get Elle when she did and she asked what the problem was. Before the man could answer I piped up that he wouldn't rent my wife and I a room. Before he could say anything I continued on that we’d gotten married right before college started and that we really hadn’t had a honeymoon and were taking this weekend to celebrate it. By then the woman had moved over in front of the man and immediately started in on him. Shortly thereafter she said for me to go get Elle so she could meet her. I figured, why not? When I got to the car I told her to turn her engagement ring over to hide the stone and to make it look like a wedding band and to just go along with the fact that I’d told them we were married.

By the time we got back inside the lady was behind the desk and directed us to come over there. The man was gone. She was smiling and apologetic for his behavior. She told us that it was so wonderful that were were married and continuing with our education. Then she told us that we could have “The Suite” for the same price as a regular room. Of course we had no idea what the difference was. I thanked her and paid for two nights, glad to “escape”.

The room was at the end of the building and there were no cars down there at all. It was completely dark out when we got our things out of the car. Elle was in a rush to get in the room and that told me something. It was about 3pm when we’d stopped and it was now close to 6. I opened the door and turned on the light. The room was huge. Even though Elle needed to get to the toilet she stopped to just to look. In all the traveling I’d done with my parents I’d never seen a motel room this big. When she started for the bathroom she started to pull the hem of her skirt and her slip up around her waist. Before she made it to the door I could see a trail of pee. I dropped her bags and followed her in, turning on the light as I did. She was trying to hook her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties when I caught up to her and I grabbed her by the hips and made her sit on the toilet. She didn’t resist at all. (1)

Seeing the trail of pee made me almost instantly hard. Elle didn’t resist as I thrust my hand between her legs and into the warm stream of pee. Being that her panties were nylon I had no trouble finding what I was looking for. Elle tolerated the rubbing for a minute or two and then indicated that she wanted me to stop. I did and she told me that there would be plenty of time for “that” after we got something to eat. My thoughts hadn’t factored in eating. Neither of us had eaten anything for lunch and, for Elle, it had been since 7 something in the morning. I knew it was useless to ask her for just a little more. I’d been through that scene before.

When she stood up she was still holding her skirt and slip around her waist. I clearly remember her asking me “What now?, but in a nice way. The only thing I could think of was to suggest she put on a pair of the heavy cotton panties. She didn’t say anything except to tell me to get a pair from her her small case. As a graduation present she’d been given a 3 piece Samsonite set of luggage and the case was a part of it. I’d dropped it just inside the door so went to retrieve it. I was so excited that I didn’t pick it up but opened it right there on the floor. As I did I saw two things. On one side was a pile of cotton panties and on the other was a stack of sanitary napkins. I knew that she’d had her period during the week as it has started the previous weekend so couldn’t fathom the sheer number of pads that I saw. I didn’t say anything but just grabbed the first pair of panties. They happened to be one of the Nazareth ones that I’d bought for her the previous year. She was standing in the doorway to the bathroom and I went to my knees to help her step into them. What a view! The nylon panties were wet up into her pubic area and what was under them was very plain to see. But I didn’t dally, just pulling them up so she could finish the job.

To this day I can’t really explain the feeling I get when I know exactly what any female is wearing for panties. But, when I know that they’re wet it’s unbelievable. As we left the room I was still as hard as I’d been when I saw Elle walking across the floor, peeing.

To be continued...

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38a)

When I was young I remember how long the week before Christmas seemed to take. That next week was just like that. Classes took forever to get over. Trying to study was a waste because all I’d do was fantasize the way I hoped the weekend would be like. The only thing that took my mind off of it was harassing the pledges. With “Hell Week” to start at 6pm on Sunday, right after Fall party weekend ended, it seemed like a good idea. The pledge master was a bit slack in keeping them on their toes and I, along with the “Unholy Alliance, decided to ratchet things up with them. As long as I was busy with them I wasn’t thinking about Elle and the upcoming weekend.

My focus continued to be on the three pledges that I described in a prior part but I was definitely involved with the others as well. Each night, Monday through Thursday, we ran them ragged. I’m not sure which night it was but it was a memorable one as far as the hazing went. We had decided not to send them out on a forced march but to just get in their faces, all night long. I won’t waste time describing the specifics but suffice it to say that we really got their attention. Some of the ”looks“ we got were deadly. We just laughed.

I continued to deliver the pies for Mrs T and Joanne. When I told Mrs T that Elle wasn’t coming for the weekend she was disappointed. She’d offered to have Elle stay with them so I wouldn’t have to move from my room which I thought was really nice. I hated telling her and I also didn’t relish telling her that I wouldn’t be delivering the pies for the weekend. She wanted to know what I was up to and I came up with some lame excuse.

I think the only reason I got any sleep on Thursday night was that I was probably half drunk. I know that I was so excited to get to Elle on Friday that I cut my afternoon class. On the drive over to her school I began to have second thoughts about that. I coveted my three cuts to use in an ”emergency“ and this was certainly no emergency. I’d be to Elle’s almost an hour before she would be done with her last class.

Being early meant that I’d have to find a place to park while waiting for her. Since the town put a 15 minute parking restriction on the street the sorority was on it had become very difficult to find a parking place. On a couple of nights I'd used the side street that led up to the main campus. It was a one way street with houses only on the right hand side. There were usually a few spaces available on the left side so I headed there. When I used that area in the past it was before all the leaves had fallen off the trees. As I walked down the hill I stopped at the top of some steps. I couldn’t remember if I’d really paid any attention to them in the past but I stopped and looked down the hill. Through the bare tree limbs I could see a garage and a clothes line. There were some clothes on the line but I couldn’t see just what they were. I did know that the property of the houses on the main drag went all the way back to the hill I was on, even Elle’s sorority. But these stairs, about 30 or so steps, led into the back yard of one of them. The question was, which one?

As I continued down the hill to the street I tried counting the number of houses I could see through the bare trees. Once on the street I counted them back. The house with the stairs was one of the sororities. A very interesting discovery!

I met Elle as she walked up to the sorority. She could see that I was hyper and sort of laughed. My continuing fantasy, all week long, was that we would spend most of our ”study time“ in our underwear. Of course I hadn’t mentioned it to Elle. I wanted to make sure that she packed plenty of panties but didn't know how to broach the subject. I hadn’t given any thought to the fact that, with her ”problem“, she’d have to pack plenty of them just to sleep in. So, I ended up embarrassing myself by mentioning it to her. She gave me another of ”those“ looks that I hated. Just as she was about to go inside I, with a plaintive plea, asked her to pack some extra nylon ones. Another ”look“.

I hadn’t discussed where we were going with Elle because I hadn’t decided myself. I knew we would head South. The nearest city was about 30 minutes away but it was another college town and I wanted to go somewhere where there was no chance of anyone we knew seeing us. Another option was a city right at the state line. The problem with that was that Elle’s school was a state school and about 95% of the students lived within the state. Because it was so close to both our schools I had some serious doubts about it but headed that way anyway. We talked about it and when we got to the city limits we stopped so Elle could use the bathroom. Then we rode around a bit and decided to continue on. I didn’t have a road map for the next state so just stayed on the same route. It was about an hour later that we came to the outskirts of another city. We drove past a nice looking motel but drove on a bit further. Not seeing anything nicer I turned around.

To be continued...

Thursday, December 04, 2008

BACK ON CAMPUS... Adjusting (Part 37f)

The next visit to see Elle (that I remember) was the weekend that served as her school’s Fall party weekend. It was the weekend right prior to my school’s Fall House Party. They called it “Homecoming” and always included a football game and a parade of floats that were prepared by the fraternities and sororities. The year before, Elle, as a pledge, was deeply embedded in the preparation of the float. This year, as a full “sister”, she was supposed to be able to take a more laid back role. When I’d called I had told her that I’d take her out for supper so when I arrived I just pulled into the driveway, thinking that she’d be waiting and would just get in the car and we’d be off. WRONG! As I pulled in I saw a lot of activity in the back yard by the carriage house. I went back and saw that the float that they were supposed to be working on was basically bare and that there was a lot of “hand wringing” among the sisters.

What had happened was that the farmer that the sorority had negotiated with for a flatbed wagon had forgotten about it. When they went out to the farm they found that it was being used. In a panic they went from farm to farm before finding a one that was suitable and available. Instead of being able to work on it for two or three days they only had Friday night and early Saturday morning. What the real problem was that this farmer told them they could not use nails and/or screws to attach their displays. When I walked up there were two other guys. There were also about 30 girls, all talking at once. I surveyed the situation and seeing just what had to be attached (shaped chicken wire forms) I came up with a suggestion. Of course, whenever one does that, that person is given the job. I found Elle and told her I had to go downtown to get baling wire to solve the problem. What I found sort of interesting was that the girls still hadn’t started to ”stuff“ the forms with the tissues (Kleenex) that were necessary to create the story that they wanted to tell. I told her to get them started but not to do the bottom three rows of holes and that I’d be back in a while.

What I did was to wrap the wagon bed with multiple loops of wire to which the forms could then be attached. The girls worked on the ”stuffing“ inside the carriage house until curfew. We couldn’t attach the forms until the morning because, once on the wagon, they wouldn’t fit through the door. That meant we had to get back on the job early next morning. It was ”interesting“, watching how girls worked as opposed to how guys work. In any case, I didn’t get to see Elle alone that night.

Saturday morning dawned cool but clear. The girls all had Saturday classes but usually only one. When I arrived I found only a handful available to finish working on the float. But, what I found especially exciting was that all the girls who were there to work were wearing skirts or dresses. They were required to wear them to all their classes and I sure was glad. Once the forms were placed on the wagon I started attaching them. The girls, to finish their ”stuffing“, had to work up on the platform and, because it was only the lower part of the form that they needed to address it meant that they, for the most part, had to squat down to do it. With me on the ground it was a perfect venue for upskirts. At one point I remember looking at three white crotches almost at once. It lasted for about a half hour. My guess is that I got to see at least ten different girls. If there was a problem it was that only a couple were even ”cute“. I do remember one who caught me looking and then continued to ”flash“ me. Even if she wasn’t a beauty I wasn’t about to complain.

Everything was done in time for the staging of the parade and by then all I was interested in was being alone with Elle. There was a dinner dance that night for the sorority and I knew that would cut into my ”private“ time with her. I’d been trying, for a few weeks, to get her to let me know if she was going to come over to my school’s Fall party. She was concerned that the week following was her mid semester exam week and that if she did come over that she wouldn’t be prepared for them. Grades were very important to her especially since she would be practice teaching in the Spring semester and she wouldn’t be graded for that time. So, a good bit of our afternoon private time was dedicated to discussing that topic. I was upset that she wouldn’t make up her mind and she was upset that I kept pressing her about it. That sort of set the ”tone“ for the rest of our time together.

Because it was a semi-formal affair, she wanted to get back to the sorority early to get ready. I had to get to Donnie’s house to get changed as well so nothing was decided. It didn’t take long for me to get ready and as I waited for the time to pass to go pick her up an idea struck me. The more I thought about it the more excited I got. I couldn’t wait to see her and to share it with her. Unfortunately, though, Elle committed me to taking her roommate, Lois, and her date.

I can’t tell you how hard it was to keep quiet. Once at the venue I kept looking for a way (and place) to get her alone. But, it just wasn’t working out for me. From the height of excitement I’d fallen into a pit of frustration. Each time I seemed to have an opening something happened to close it. Even though it was fairly cool out I finally persuaded Elle to come outside with me. She seemed more perturbed than anything else, even with my jacket over her shoulders. She was sure it had to do with my party weekend and she wasn’t yet ready to decide. I got her attention when I told her that I’d pretty much decided that I didn’t want her to come. That actually shocked her. Like most females, she immediately jumped to a conclusion that I was going to get another date. I’m still shaking my head at that. It just shows the convoluted thing that goes on in the mind of a female.

By the time I got her off that thought I was getting cold. I finally grabbed her by her arms and asked if she remembered how we’d sometimes talk (dream) about having a few days completely alone. (We’d usually do that after we had a particularly ”good time“, if you know what I mean) She admitted that she did and, as soon as she said ”yes“, I blurted out that we could go off alone for that whole weekend. She looked at me like I’d lost my mind... but she did give me the opportunity to explain my thought.

It probably seemed to her that I was babbling I was talking so fast. She had major concerns and I had answers for all of them... but she didn’t (or couldn’t) understand me. We ended up going out to my car to continue talking and for me to get warm. By the time I got her to understand the whole plan she was excited as well.

To sum it up: She was to put in for permission to come over to my school but we would end up someplace, to be determined later, for Friday night, all day Saturday and return to her school in the early afternoon on Sunday. It was to be a ”study weekend“ and I had to promise that I’d study as well. By doing that, she’d get her study time and we’d be together like we really wanted to be. As much as we had enjoyed some of our past ”private time“ together it always ended with us separating. This would be different... very different. By the time we went back inside we were both VERY excited!