A NEW YEAR... and a ray of hope (Part 41g)
Elle’s school was closed for 3 days as well. It was the first time in many years that they had closed for snow. During her time off she was able to make contact with the girl who was to room with her at her next assignment. Ironically, the girl who had given Elle the name of her aunt had been a Freshman roommate of Elle’s upcoming roommate. She told Elle she was OK with whatever Elle chose. But, Elle being Elle, put the pressure on me for us to go meet the woman as soon as possible.
I’ve been a believer in “omens” since I was a young teen. That following Saturday looked a lot like the previous one with the cold, gray skies and soap powder type snow. I remember actually telling Mr B that I didn’t like what I was seeing when I left the store to go pick up Elle but I went anyway. When I reached the place where I’d bulled my way through the snow drift the week before I couldn’t believe my eyes. The drift was almost a quarter mile long and it was at least 8 feet high. It was like driving through a tunnel without a roof. It was also obvious where the other two places were where the road had been closed.
I don’t know why I thought it would be just Elle and I to go meet the lady. But there was Teresa, ready to go with us. We followed the directions that the lady had given Elle and ended up at the school where she’d be teaching. It was kind of a surprise as it looked like a mirror image of the school that Elle had attended. It was a K through 12 school built in the same style. It must have been some sort of standard for the times. It was a little more than a half mile to the lady’s house. That distance concerned Elle. As we pulled into the driveway it was hard to see much of the house as the plowed snow from the road obscured most of it. There was a car parked in the driveway with just enough room for us to pull in. I could see Elle was nervous. All we’d talked about was making sure that she didn’t duplicate “The Stalag”.
I will tell you that I was somewhat surprised in seeing the lady. I guess my mind was tainted by the fact that my two aunts were in their 50’s so when I saw this young(ish) woman I wasn’t expecting it. It only took her a few minutes for Elle to warm up to her. She introduced herself as Miss Bea and after all the introductions and some brief small talk, the two girls who were living there joined us. Miss Bea's niece (the girl who Elle knew) pretty much took over in “selling” Elle on why she should live there. I felt like a fish out of water and so did the woman. She saw how uncomfortable I was and suggested that we go out into the kitchen to talk. It was a very enlightening conversation.
She’d been married right out of High School. Right after that WWII started. Her husband joined the army and, with field promotions, had become an officer. When the war was over he came home. He’d worked in the motor pool and had sort of invented some kind of gadget to enhance hydraulics on heavy equipment. When he got out he got a patent for it and then sold it to a truck manufacturer. He took the money, bought some property and built the house we were sitting in. Then he started a trucking company. He was killed in an accident and the woman had lived alone for about 5 years. To help with money and to keep her company she’d signed up to house girls who were practice teaching in the local school. Just listening to her I felt she was a perfect fit for Elle.
When we rejoined the girls it was obvious that Elle was all set with her mind made up. By that time it was now late afternoon. When we made ready to leave Miss Bea asked (begged) us to stay for supper. I felt a little uncomfortable because we’d just met but the practical side of me said “YES!” because it would save me money. As it turned out, she was treating the girls who were living there to the movies that night. During dinner they all implored us to join them. We (Elle, Teresa and I) hadn’t yet discussed what we were going to do that evening after we finished up with the meeting. I won’t say we were “pressured” to join them but we finally said we would.
What seems incredulous to me in writing this is that, in spite of my trepidation about the weather when I left Mr B’s store, once in the house I never once checked to see what was going on outside. When we left the house there was about an inch of new snow on my car. I didn’t like it but we headed North to the town where Elle and Teresa lived to go to the movies anyway. It was dark and the snow, plowed to the sides of the road, seemed to close in on me as we drove the eight miles to the movie. I can remember feeling more than a bit uncomfortable.
I definitely remember the name of the movie (Desire Under the Elms with Sophia Loren) and it was like deja vu when we all walked out into the street after it was over. It wasn’t as windy but it was snowing as hard as it had been the week before. There was easily 2+ inches of new snow on our cars. Bea and the other girls headed South and I took the girls back to “The Stalag”. Elle tried persuading me not to drive back but neither she nor I could come up with an alternative.
To be continued...
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
A NEW YEAR... and finally, a ray of hope (Part 41f)
Because of all of the above plus my disdain for the “conditions“ of Elle’s housing situation, I elected not to go down and visit. I spent Friday and Saturday trying to learn the clothing business well enough so that Mr B could physically leave the store. I don’t remember how I let Elle know. My pay was 75 cents an hour and I think I made $7.50 for two days work. That really helped. The following weekend I did go down to see Elle (and Teresa, her ”shadow“). The girls had been treated very nicely by their mentor teachers in that they had been fed, most nights, by one or the other of them. If there was a benefit it was the fact that they hadn’t had to buy much in the way of food. Elle had never had much, if any, money but when I arrived the girls offered to take me out to eat and then to the movies. It was a first for me. I’d always paid for Elle, at school and at home. It was strange but welcome.
There was no opportunity to really be alone with Elle. When I took the girls back to ”The Stalag“ and after Teresa went inside Elle was afraid that the landlady would be peering at us. So a few kisses and a good feel of one of her breasts through her clothes was as good as it got. I remember thinking that in only three weeks I’d be taking her to her next practice teaching job. I couldn’t wait!
The following weekend Mr B had me stay at the store until 4 pm on Saturday. I’d already told Elle that I’d be at the house around 5pm so it was a good deal for me... more money. It had been snowing lightly all day. I remember it distinctly in that it looked like soap powder... little tiny balls. It was cold and the snow wasn’t sticking to the road at all. As a car would pass me it was like a white dust cloud behind it. When I picked the girls up I was told we were going bowling. The parents of one of the mentor teachers students owned the local alleys and gave her a free pass for up to four people. She, in turn, gave it to the girls. As far as eating was concerned they had food available there and, again, the girls offered to pay. I was on the fraternity bowling team so, to me, it was like practice. We’d bowled a few games and were taking a break when Elle thought she recognized a girl bowling on a different lane. Not one to take the initiative she didn’t pursue it. It was about 10:30pm when we were about to leave that the same girl walked up to us. Elle had been right. It was a girl who was in a lot of Elle’s classes. We got to chatting and found out that she was practice teaching in the town that Elle was to go to for the second part of her teaching assignment. It was a very fortuitous meeting.
The house the girl was living in belonged to her aunt. She asked Elle where she was going to live when she moved down there. When Elle said she wasn’t sure the girl said that she should go live with her aunt. I knew from Elle’s body language that she was comfortable with the girl and when we finally finished talking Elle had the woman’s telephone number. As she walked away I knew Elle was excited about this discovery and she asked if, after she made contact with the woman, I’d drive her down to meet her. All I knew was that just about any place was better than where she was presently living.
We couldn’t believe our eyes when we walked outside. We’d all heard the term ”blizzard“ and had loosely used the term in just about every snow storm we’d witnessed since going away to college. But what we were looking at truly was a blizzard. The wind was blowing the snow almost sideways. From the doorway I couldn’t even see the cars parked at the curb. I knew basically where I’d parked my car and we started off in that direction. The wind was blowing the same direction we were headed and I found myself being propelled forward faster than I wanted to go. I ended up falling down and saw both Elle and Teresa down as well. As stupid as it sounds we ended up crawling back to the car. The trip back to the house should’ve taken 5 minutes and it took about 20 or so. I honestly don’t know where my head was when I decided to try and make it back to school. Maybe it was the fact that it was only 20 miles. In any case, I headed out. The trip, with dry, clear roads, usually took about 25 to 30 minutes. It took almost 2 hours. I came upon a huge snow drift and my first thought was that I was stuck. But the car, a big Buick convertible, weighed over 4000 pounds and I decided to try and bull my way through. In retrospect, it was monumentally stupid. In reality, I was incredibly lucky. I made it... but barely.
When I walked into the house it was deserted, at least as far as the first floor was concerned. It was a little after 1am on a Saturday night and, even though we were known as a ”suitcase college" where a majority of the guys took off to visit campuses inhabited by females on the weekends, I’d never seen a case where everybody left. What made it more puzzling was that when it snowed it usually cut down on those who had to rely on hitching rides. I’d only been in the house a matter of minutes when the phone rang. It was a brother who was stuck, looking for help. There was no way I was going to venture out again so I took his name and where he was. I ended up spending the rest of the night napping on the living room sofa and answering the phone. The next morning there were a total of 6 brothers, including me, who were there. It was like a morgue.
It was officially declared a blizzard. Seventeen inches of snow with winds over 50 miles per hour. The road that I’d driven back from Elle’s was closed for almost three days because of snow drifts. Brothers who had traveled out to various other colleges (that had females) drifted back to school over the next three days. Classes were canceled for both Monday and Tuesday and a liberal leave was granted for Wednesday. Some of the guys who had traveled to schools to the West didn't get back to campus until Thursday. Stories I heard from some of them bordered on being unbelievable.
To be continued...
Because of all of the above plus my disdain for the “conditions“ of Elle’s housing situation, I elected not to go down and visit. I spent Friday and Saturday trying to learn the clothing business well enough so that Mr B could physically leave the store. I don’t remember how I let Elle know. My pay was 75 cents an hour and I think I made $7.50 for two days work. That really helped. The following weekend I did go down to see Elle (and Teresa, her ”shadow“). The girls had been treated very nicely by their mentor teachers in that they had been fed, most nights, by one or the other of them. If there was a benefit it was the fact that they hadn’t had to buy much in the way of food. Elle had never had much, if any, money but when I arrived the girls offered to take me out to eat and then to the movies. It was a first for me. I’d always paid for Elle, at school and at home. It was strange but welcome.
There was no opportunity to really be alone with Elle. When I took the girls back to ”The Stalag“ and after Teresa went inside Elle was afraid that the landlady would be peering at us. So a few kisses and a good feel of one of her breasts through her clothes was as good as it got. I remember thinking that in only three weeks I’d be taking her to her next practice teaching job. I couldn’t wait!
The following weekend Mr B had me stay at the store until 4 pm on Saturday. I’d already told Elle that I’d be at the house around 5pm so it was a good deal for me... more money. It had been snowing lightly all day. I remember it distinctly in that it looked like soap powder... little tiny balls. It was cold and the snow wasn’t sticking to the road at all. As a car would pass me it was like a white dust cloud behind it. When I picked the girls up I was told we were going bowling. The parents of one of the mentor teachers students owned the local alleys and gave her a free pass for up to four people. She, in turn, gave it to the girls. As far as eating was concerned they had food available there and, again, the girls offered to pay. I was on the fraternity bowling team so, to me, it was like practice. We’d bowled a few games and were taking a break when Elle thought she recognized a girl bowling on a different lane. Not one to take the initiative she didn’t pursue it. It was about 10:30pm when we were about to leave that the same girl walked up to us. Elle had been right. It was a girl who was in a lot of Elle’s classes. We got to chatting and found out that she was practice teaching in the town that Elle was to go to for the second part of her teaching assignment. It was a very fortuitous meeting.
The house the girl was living in belonged to her aunt. She asked Elle where she was going to live when she moved down there. When Elle said she wasn’t sure the girl said that she should go live with her aunt. I knew from Elle’s body language that she was comfortable with the girl and when we finally finished talking Elle had the woman’s telephone number. As she walked away I knew Elle was excited about this discovery and she asked if, after she made contact with the woman, I’d drive her down to meet her. All I knew was that just about any place was better than where she was presently living.
We couldn’t believe our eyes when we walked outside. We’d all heard the term ”blizzard“ and had loosely used the term in just about every snow storm we’d witnessed since going away to college. But what we were looking at truly was a blizzard. The wind was blowing the snow almost sideways. From the doorway I couldn’t even see the cars parked at the curb. I knew basically where I’d parked my car and we started off in that direction. The wind was blowing the same direction we were headed and I found myself being propelled forward faster than I wanted to go. I ended up falling down and saw both Elle and Teresa down as well. As stupid as it sounds we ended up crawling back to the car. The trip back to the house should’ve taken 5 minutes and it took about 20 or so. I honestly don’t know where my head was when I decided to try and make it back to school. Maybe it was the fact that it was only 20 miles. In any case, I headed out. The trip, with dry, clear roads, usually took about 25 to 30 minutes. It took almost 2 hours. I came upon a huge snow drift and my first thought was that I was stuck. But the car, a big Buick convertible, weighed over 4000 pounds and I decided to try and bull my way through. In retrospect, it was monumentally stupid. In reality, I was incredibly lucky. I made it... but barely.
When I walked into the house it was deserted, at least as far as the first floor was concerned. It was a little after 1am on a Saturday night and, even though we were known as a ”suitcase college" where a majority of the guys took off to visit campuses inhabited by females on the weekends, I’d never seen a case where everybody left. What made it more puzzling was that when it snowed it usually cut down on those who had to rely on hitching rides. I’d only been in the house a matter of minutes when the phone rang. It was a brother who was stuck, looking for help. There was no way I was going to venture out again so I took his name and where he was. I ended up spending the rest of the night napping on the living room sofa and answering the phone. The next morning there were a total of 6 brothers, including me, who were there. It was like a morgue.
It was officially declared a blizzard. Seventeen inches of snow with winds over 50 miles per hour. The road that I’d driven back from Elle’s was closed for almost three days because of snow drifts. Brothers who had traveled out to various other colleges (that had females) drifted back to school over the next three days. Classes were canceled for both Monday and Tuesday and a liberal leave was granted for Wednesday. Some of the guys who had traveled to schools to the West didn't get back to campus until Thursday. Stories I heard from some of them bordered on being unbelievable.
To be continued...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
A NEW YEAR... and finally, a ray of hope (Part 41e)
Again, long story short... The guy was told to take me in. It was an uncomfortable situation, for sure, but I really didn’t have any options at the time. The next hurdle was to get my money back from the K’s as my room with them had been prepaid. I knew the best course of action was to go to the administration and speak to someone there. Not something I was looking forward to.
Monday turned out to be, as expected, a zoo. The fraternity officers, dressed in suits and ties, reported to the Dean. I, dressed normally, started on my quest to get my money back. Long story short... The fraternity was, again, placed on probation. If you remember the movie Animal House you should remember the “Double Secret Probation” that their house was put under. Well, this was way before Animal House was made but we were put under two different probations. One was social probation which forbid any alcohol or females in the house. The second was an academic probation in which we had to get our overall GPA up to 2.0. I don’t know what it was but it must’ve been below that. I know mine was a 1.6 and only one of the original “Unholy Alliance” was above the 2.0. It was a real kick in the balls. We were also told that if the guy who was in the infirmary didn’t recover it could mean that the charter for the fraternity would be pulled by the school. It was a very somber time.
In my own case... I was out of luck. The lease arrangement that I’d signed with the K’s gave them the right to cancel the lease for “cause” as well as to keep all payments made to date. That meant I’d have to tell my parents because I had to come up with the money to pay the fraternity for my room. I believe it was somewhere around $300. I had, with the $30 I’d made over the weekend, about $50 cash. Not wanting to face having to explain to my parents I went to the house treasurer and asked if I could make partial payments. I don’t think the house by-laws allowed it but he felt sorry for me and said I could. Hearing that it was the first time in two days that I could breath easy.
The atmosphere in the house changed immediately. The fraternity officers took on a whole new persona and that was to more closely monitor the activities of the brothers. Not being able to drink in the house was a big reason things were much calmer but the officers also required that there would be “quiet time” each evening starting at 8pm. No loud music or horsing around would be allowed. The guys who lived in “The Black Hole” were ordered to get rid of the black in the room and to paint it a more normal color. More important, they were required to keep the door open at all times unless they decided to put bunks in and were going to sleep in there. In my case, my new roommate, who had been described as “strange”, was only strange in the eyes of the party-party guys. Even though he was a member of a “Party House”, he had come to college to learn and that’s what he concentrated on. He was a very quiet person and the only “rule” he had for me was that he didn’t want any of my friends (the Unholy Alliance and The Mob) in the room when he was there. By the weekend the change in the house was pretty much accomplished. That’s not to say that there weren’t some loud protests but they were quickly quelled.
For me, in some respects, I was glad for what had taken place. I was never a “leader” but always a “follower” and had allowed myself to be drawn into the group(s). The decree from the officers had given me an “out” and, although I claimed, at least to the group, that I was upset with the new rules, I was secretly glad. But one thing I hadn’t really grasped was my need to put more emphasis on my studies. I was more absorbed with how to make some money to pay for my room at the house. I hadn’t visited with the people who ran the clothing store downtown since returning to school after Christmas. In thinking of money making ideas I thought of the B’s and made a trip to the store. Mr B was there alone and I asked about Mrs B. They lived right upstairs over the store and Mr B said she was confined to the apartment as she’d fallen and hurt her back. My mind went spinning with that news. After saying I was sorry to hear that I asked if he needed any help. His first response was a “no” but after a few minutes he said that he really could use a bit of assistance on Friday afternoons and Saturday mornings. Just about anything would have been a help to me but that was perfect because it wouldn’t interfere with classes or my visits to see Elle. We struck a "deal“ with a handshake and I left feeling very good.
My good luck continued because when I got back to the house I walked in on a meeting of the officers and a few others. The house manager (the person responsible for making sure the building and grounds were taken care of) was no longer living physically in the house and that was a requirement of the job. His ”pay“ was a free room. He’d gotten his girlfriend pregnant at Fall Party and they had gotten married at the mid semester break. They were now living in the married student quarters and therefore not immediately available if there was a problem at the house. He really was good at the job and there were some who wanted to keep him in the position. One of the problems with that was in how to pay him and the other was there wouldn’t be somebody physically in the house if there was a problem. I stood there, listening to the conversations, and eventually spoke up saying that I could be his ”assistant”, leaving him in charge. Another whole long discussion took place and finally they decided that was what they would do provided he was willing to accept what they were willing to pay him. As for me, I probably sold myself short because I said I’d do it for half of what I owed on the room. When it all shook out that was the way it went down. I was happy and the house manager was happy. After all, he was now getting some much needed money in his hands. It was a very interesting week!
To be continued...
Again, long story short... The guy was told to take me in. It was an uncomfortable situation, for sure, but I really didn’t have any options at the time. The next hurdle was to get my money back from the K’s as my room with them had been prepaid. I knew the best course of action was to go to the administration and speak to someone there. Not something I was looking forward to.
Monday turned out to be, as expected, a zoo. The fraternity officers, dressed in suits and ties, reported to the Dean. I, dressed normally, started on my quest to get my money back. Long story short... The fraternity was, again, placed on probation. If you remember the movie Animal House you should remember the “Double Secret Probation” that their house was put under. Well, this was way before Animal House was made but we were put under two different probations. One was social probation which forbid any alcohol or females in the house. The second was an academic probation in which we had to get our overall GPA up to 2.0. I don’t know what it was but it must’ve been below that. I know mine was a 1.6 and only one of the original “Unholy Alliance” was above the 2.0. It was a real kick in the balls. We were also told that if the guy who was in the infirmary didn’t recover it could mean that the charter for the fraternity would be pulled by the school. It was a very somber time.
In my own case... I was out of luck. The lease arrangement that I’d signed with the K’s gave them the right to cancel the lease for “cause” as well as to keep all payments made to date. That meant I’d have to tell my parents because I had to come up with the money to pay the fraternity for my room. I believe it was somewhere around $300. I had, with the $30 I’d made over the weekend, about $50 cash. Not wanting to face having to explain to my parents I went to the house treasurer and asked if I could make partial payments. I don’t think the house by-laws allowed it but he felt sorry for me and said I could. Hearing that it was the first time in two days that I could breath easy.
The atmosphere in the house changed immediately. The fraternity officers took on a whole new persona and that was to more closely monitor the activities of the brothers. Not being able to drink in the house was a big reason things were much calmer but the officers also required that there would be “quiet time” each evening starting at 8pm. No loud music or horsing around would be allowed. The guys who lived in “The Black Hole” were ordered to get rid of the black in the room and to paint it a more normal color. More important, they were required to keep the door open at all times unless they decided to put bunks in and were going to sleep in there. In my case, my new roommate, who had been described as “strange”, was only strange in the eyes of the party-party guys. Even though he was a member of a “Party House”, he had come to college to learn and that’s what he concentrated on. He was a very quiet person and the only “rule” he had for me was that he didn’t want any of my friends (the Unholy Alliance and The Mob) in the room when he was there. By the weekend the change in the house was pretty much accomplished. That’s not to say that there weren’t some loud protests but they were quickly quelled.
For me, in some respects, I was glad for what had taken place. I was never a “leader” but always a “follower” and had allowed myself to be drawn into the group(s). The decree from the officers had given me an “out” and, although I claimed, at least to the group, that I was upset with the new rules, I was secretly glad. But one thing I hadn’t really grasped was my need to put more emphasis on my studies. I was more absorbed with how to make some money to pay for my room at the house. I hadn’t visited with the people who ran the clothing store downtown since returning to school after Christmas. In thinking of money making ideas I thought of the B’s and made a trip to the store. Mr B was there alone and I asked about Mrs B. They lived right upstairs over the store and Mr B said she was confined to the apartment as she’d fallen and hurt her back. My mind went spinning with that news. After saying I was sorry to hear that I asked if he needed any help. His first response was a “no” but after a few minutes he said that he really could use a bit of assistance on Friday afternoons and Saturday mornings. Just about anything would have been a help to me but that was perfect because it wouldn’t interfere with classes or my visits to see Elle. We struck a "deal“ with a handshake and I left feeling very good.
My good luck continued because when I got back to the house I walked in on a meeting of the officers and a few others. The house manager (the person responsible for making sure the building and grounds were taken care of) was no longer living physically in the house and that was a requirement of the job. His ”pay“ was a free room. He’d gotten his girlfriend pregnant at Fall Party and they had gotten married at the mid semester break. They were now living in the married student quarters and therefore not immediately available if there was a problem at the house. He really was good at the job and there were some who wanted to keep him in the position. One of the problems with that was in how to pay him and the other was there wouldn’t be somebody physically in the house if there was a problem. I stood there, listening to the conversations, and eventually spoke up saying that I could be his ”assistant”, leaving him in charge. Another whole long discussion took place and finally they decided that was what they would do provided he was willing to accept what they were willing to pay him. As for me, I probably sold myself short because I said I’d do it for half of what I owed on the room. When it all shook out that was the way it went down. I was happy and the house manager was happy. After all, he was now getting some much needed money in his hands. It was a very interesting week!
To be continued...
Saturday, March 21, 2009
A NEW YEAR... from bad to worse (Part41d)
We headed straight for my room. Even though I normally kept spare panties in a metal box under my seat. Because of reasons that I can no longer remember I still had the new panties that I’d bought as a Christmas present hidden in my suitcase up in my room and I desperately wanted her to wear them. I walked into the house with her and told her where she could find my towel and washcloth and where the panties were hidden. I knew Mrs K’s rules and stayed in the foyer. I heard Elle close the bathroom door (I couldn’t see her though). It took about five minutes for her to return to my room. I’d told her that the panties were in my suitcase which was under my bed. I told her that she’d have to lift the bed up by the side rail to be able to pull the case out. (It was a metal framed single bed) As I was standing right under my room I could hear the noise as she attempted to do that. Then I heard her voice and looked up the stairway. She was looking over the rail with my towel wrapped around her waist. When she saw me she said she couldn’t lift the bed and pull the case out at the same time. That didn’t make me very happy. I quickly went into the living room and called to see if Mrs K was there. (The car wasn’t in the driveway). Not hearing an answer I went down the hall to the dining room and called again. Again, no answer. I had to do something. Hoping that no one else was home I ran up the stairs and down the hall to my room. I lfted the side of the bed and Elle pulled the suitcase out. I should’ve left right them and there... but I didn’t. I opened the suitcase and pulled the box of panties out and onto the bed. I opened it up and took the top pair out and handed them to Elle. I just had to see her in them. She turned her back to me as she dropped the towel. I watched as a bulge started in my pants. The door was slightly ajar and I was closest to it when I heard Mrs K asking “Who’s in there?” I didn’t answer. Elle stopped with the panties just about at her knees. Then Mrs K shouted again. I stepped out into the hall, my face flushed. I’m not sure what exactly I said but it was something indicating that it was only me in the room. I could see that she was very upset and when she heard my answer she stepped into the bathroom, quickly returning and holding Elle’s slacks, plastic panties and a pair of her wet panties hanging from one of her fingers. Again, her exact words are long gone but the gist of what she said was that she asked me if those items were mine. I must’ve been beet red by then and all I could do was shake my head. Then she walked past me and opened the door. Elle, thankfully, had pulled the panties all the way up. Mrs K didn’t say a word when she handed Elle’s things to her. When she walked back out she didn’t look at me but as she passed me she told us both to get out of her house and went on down the hall to her room.
I did as I was told and Elle followed me out as soon as she finished dressing. I remember feeling extremely embarrassed. I remember us going back to the fraternity to eat and not enjoying it at all. I also remember talking with Elle about Teresa when I drove her back to “The Stalag”. It was the first time the two of them had been separated since I first drove them there and I asked just what she was doing. The teacher who was her mentor had taken her kids and Teresa to the nearest city. Teresa, being a city girl, had really wanted to practice teach in a city and not out in the “boonies”. Her mentor teacher had promised to take her to see just what that city, as opposed to the BIG CITY, was like. But I knew that she’d be melded with Elle and I for as long as the two were teaching in that town. I wasn’t looking forward to that. Four weeks to go!
I dropped her off and headed right back to the fraternity. The party hadn’t gotten into full swing so I hadn’t missed much. On a comparative basis to the other parties it was a pretty good (read “swinging”) one. Being a bartender had one disadvantage. I couldn’t just up and leave and walk around so I didn’t get to see too much in the way of panty peeks or other activities. The one that I did see was quite memorable. The girl was not the date of one of the brothers so I’d not seen her before. When she arrived (about 11pm) she was drunk. Someone bet her she couldn’t chug-a-lug a pint of beer and she swore she could. All the guys were egging her on. Long story short... she tried and didn’t, spilling a lot down the front of her blouse. For some unknown reason the spilled beer really upset her and before anyone knew it she was peeling it off. (I’m laughing as I write this) Then she handed it to me and told me to rinse the beer out. She was standing right up at the bar and all I could see was this busty, drunk female in just her bra. The guys were cheering like crazy. I don’t remember how long I stood there just staring but I finally walked over to the sink and ran some cold water over it and then wrung it out. When I handed it back to her she just took it from me and walked (as best she could) away. The cheering continued and a whole bunch of the guys followed her up the stairs. It was pretty funny!
We ran out of beer around midnight and the booze was gone soon after. I was pretty drunk by then and with all the cigarette smoke I had a pretty bad headache. After the three of us counted up our profits I decided to go back to my room. When I pulled up in front of the house I saw a whole pile of stuff on the porch. As I approached it I recognized my suitcase. Then I recognized a suit and a jacket... and then my radio, desk lamp and a picture of Elle. My mind was a bit “fuzzy” but I quickly got the message. I’d been kicked out.
I stood there for a minute and then tried the door. Being an old fashioned house it had a vestibule and then an inner door. The outside door was always unlocked and then there was a key hidden on the coat rack that I would use to actually get into the house. I’d never seen the outside door locked but it was when I tried it. I looked at all my stuff not really knowing what to do. Finally, I started carrying it to my car. When I got back to the fraternity the party was still going. I went up to “The Black Hole” to see if anyone knew of a vacant bed. When I got to the door there was a brother passed out in the hall. I stepped over him and went inside. I was told where someone thought there was a bed for me to crash in and I left, again stepping over the guy again. I found the bed and climbed in, clothes and all.
I don’t remember the exact sequence of events the next morning. I think someone woke me up and told me to go downstairs, Anyway, I made it to the stairway landing and saw just about the whole brotherhood there. The president was standing on the stairs blocking my way. It was obvious that it was a serious matter that he was talking about as there were no smiles. Long story short... The guy who I’d stepped over in the hall was now in the infirmary in serious condition. Someone had finally realized that he was in trouble and took him there to be checked out. In turn, they notified someone in the administration that he was suffering from alcohol poisoning. The president was telling us all that he and the other officers, as well as the faculty advisor, were to report to the Dean of the College at 9am the next day (Monday). He went on to warn us that we would very likely be put back on probation and to start preparing for it. The look of gloom was everywhere.
Hearing that sobered me up quickly. On a personal basis I needed to find a place to live and quickly. Because I lived outside the house and, because I was a member of a clique, I really didn’t know much of went went on the house on a day to day basis, especially when it came to the seniors. I got very lucky in that the first person I asked knew that one of the seniors had graduated in January. He thought that his roommate hadn’t filled the vacancy. He warned me that the guy was a little “strange”. At that point I was sure I could handle “strange”. He spent a lot of his time at the library and I went to look for him there. When I found him his immediate reaction was “no”. Somewhat defeated, I returned to the fraternity. It was like a morgue. Party weekend wasn’t officially over until noon and yet there were no signs that it was continuing. Even “The Mob” was quiet. The president was talking to some of the guys and it dawned on me that it was the fraternity, not the room resident, who dictated if a space could/would remain vacant. I waited for the opportunity to talk to him alone and he agreed with me and said he would speak to the guy. I could only sit and wait.
To be continued...
We headed straight for my room. Even though I normally kept spare panties in a metal box under my seat. Because of reasons that I can no longer remember I still had the new panties that I’d bought as a Christmas present hidden in my suitcase up in my room and I desperately wanted her to wear them. I walked into the house with her and told her where she could find my towel and washcloth and where the panties were hidden. I knew Mrs K’s rules and stayed in the foyer. I heard Elle close the bathroom door (I couldn’t see her though). It took about five minutes for her to return to my room. I’d told her that the panties were in my suitcase which was under my bed. I told her that she’d have to lift the bed up by the side rail to be able to pull the case out. (It was a metal framed single bed) As I was standing right under my room I could hear the noise as she attempted to do that. Then I heard her voice and looked up the stairway. She was looking over the rail with my towel wrapped around her waist. When she saw me she said she couldn’t lift the bed and pull the case out at the same time. That didn’t make me very happy. I quickly went into the living room and called to see if Mrs K was there. (The car wasn’t in the driveway). Not hearing an answer I went down the hall to the dining room and called again. Again, no answer. I had to do something. Hoping that no one else was home I ran up the stairs and down the hall to my room. I lfted the side of the bed and Elle pulled the suitcase out. I should’ve left right them and there... but I didn’t. I opened the suitcase and pulled the box of panties out and onto the bed. I opened it up and took the top pair out and handed them to Elle. I just had to see her in them. She turned her back to me as she dropped the towel. I watched as a bulge started in my pants. The door was slightly ajar and I was closest to it when I heard Mrs K asking “Who’s in there?” I didn’t answer. Elle stopped with the panties just about at her knees. Then Mrs K shouted again. I stepped out into the hall, my face flushed. I’m not sure what exactly I said but it was something indicating that it was only me in the room. I could see that she was very upset and when she heard my answer she stepped into the bathroom, quickly returning and holding Elle’s slacks, plastic panties and a pair of her wet panties hanging from one of her fingers. Again, her exact words are long gone but the gist of what she said was that she asked me if those items were mine. I must’ve been beet red by then and all I could do was shake my head. Then she walked past me and opened the door. Elle, thankfully, had pulled the panties all the way up. Mrs K didn’t say a word when she handed Elle’s things to her. When she walked back out she didn’t look at me but as she passed me she told us both to get out of her house and went on down the hall to her room.
I did as I was told and Elle followed me out as soon as she finished dressing. I remember feeling extremely embarrassed. I remember us going back to the fraternity to eat and not enjoying it at all. I also remember talking with Elle about Teresa when I drove her back to “The Stalag”. It was the first time the two of them had been separated since I first drove them there and I asked just what she was doing. The teacher who was her mentor had taken her kids and Teresa to the nearest city. Teresa, being a city girl, had really wanted to practice teach in a city and not out in the “boonies”. Her mentor teacher had promised to take her to see just what that city, as opposed to the BIG CITY, was like. But I knew that she’d be melded with Elle and I for as long as the two were teaching in that town. I wasn’t looking forward to that. Four weeks to go!
I dropped her off and headed right back to the fraternity. The party hadn’t gotten into full swing so I hadn’t missed much. On a comparative basis to the other parties it was a pretty good (read “swinging”) one. Being a bartender had one disadvantage. I couldn’t just up and leave and walk around so I didn’t get to see too much in the way of panty peeks or other activities. The one that I did see was quite memorable. The girl was not the date of one of the brothers so I’d not seen her before. When she arrived (about 11pm) she was drunk. Someone bet her she couldn’t chug-a-lug a pint of beer and she swore she could. All the guys were egging her on. Long story short... she tried and didn’t, spilling a lot down the front of her blouse. For some unknown reason the spilled beer really upset her and before anyone knew it she was peeling it off. (I’m laughing as I write this) Then she handed it to me and told me to rinse the beer out. She was standing right up at the bar and all I could see was this busty, drunk female in just her bra. The guys were cheering like crazy. I don’t remember how long I stood there just staring but I finally walked over to the sink and ran some cold water over it and then wrung it out. When I handed it back to her she just took it from me and walked (as best she could) away. The cheering continued and a whole bunch of the guys followed her up the stairs. It was pretty funny!
We ran out of beer around midnight and the booze was gone soon after. I was pretty drunk by then and with all the cigarette smoke I had a pretty bad headache. After the three of us counted up our profits I decided to go back to my room. When I pulled up in front of the house I saw a whole pile of stuff on the porch. As I approached it I recognized my suitcase. Then I recognized a suit and a jacket... and then my radio, desk lamp and a picture of Elle. My mind was a bit “fuzzy” but I quickly got the message. I’d been kicked out.
I stood there for a minute and then tried the door. Being an old fashioned house it had a vestibule and then an inner door. The outside door was always unlocked and then there was a key hidden on the coat rack that I would use to actually get into the house. I’d never seen the outside door locked but it was when I tried it. I looked at all my stuff not really knowing what to do. Finally, I started carrying it to my car. When I got back to the fraternity the party was still going. I went up to “The Black Hole” to see if anyone knew of a vacant bed. When I got to the door there was a brother passed out in the hall. I stepped over him and went inside. I was told where someone thought there was a bed for me to crash in and I left, again stepping over the guy again. I found the bed and climbed in, clothes and all.
I don’t remember the exact sequence of events the next morning. I think someone woke me up and told me to go downstairs, Anyway, I made it to the stairway landing and saw just about the whole brotherhood there. The president was standing on the stairs blocking my way. It was obvious that it was a serious matter that he was talking about as there were no smiles. Long story short... The guy who I’d stepped over in the hall was now in the infirmary in serious condition. Someone had finally realized that he was in trouble and took him there to be checked out. In turn, they notified someone in the administration that he was suffering from alcohol poisoning. The president was telling us all that he and the other officers, as well as the faculty advisor, were to report to the Dean of the College at 9am the next day (Monday). He went on to warn us that we would very likely be put back on probation and to start preparing for it. The look of gloom was everywhere.
Hearing that sobered me up quickly. On a personal basis I needed to find a place to live and quickly. Because I lived outside the house and, because I was a member of a clique, I really didn’t know much of went went on the house on a day to day basis, especially when it came to the seniors. I got very lucky in that the first person I asked knew that one of the seniors had graduated in January. He thought that his roommate hadn’t filled the vacancy. He warned me that the guy was a little “strange”. At that point I was sure I could handle “strange”. He spent a lot of his time at the library and I went to look for him there. When I found him his immediate reaction was “no”. Somewhat defeated, I returned to the fraternity. It was like a morgue. Party weekend wasn’t officially over until noon and yet there were no signs that it was continuing. Even “The Mob” was quiet. The president was talking to some of the guys and it dawned on me that it was the fraternity, not the room resident, who dictated if a space could/would remain vacant. I waited for the opportunity to talk to him alone and he agreed with me and said he would speak to the guy. I could only sit and wait.
To be continued...
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
A NEW YEAR... and turning bad early (Part41c)
I was back on Saturday. The only thing I could think of was to have the girls contact the placement office back at their college on Monday to see if the other house that had been approved for them was still available. In the meantime we found the town Library and retreated there so they could get started on preparing for their first classes on Monday. They didn’t want to go back to their room at “The Stalag”. It was a long day. One thing that had changed, at least for me, was that Teresa wasn’t as much of an annoyance as she’d seemed to be the first time I’d met her. It was probably because I felt sorry for her situation.
The call to the college didn’t solve the problem for the girls but some of the teachers at their school felt sorry for their situation and took them under their wings. Elle and Theresa became inseparable. Where there was one there was the other. That became another annoyance to me. Selfishly, since there wasn’t any place for Elle and I to go and to be alone I decided to limit my visits to just Saturday nights. But my "date" was with the two of them.
Back at my college it was the fraternity rush week where the freshmen would visit and we'd make our selections for the new members. I was now a full time member of “The Mob“. Drinking became the main attraction... afternoon, evening and night. We didn't partake in much of the formal rush activities and I think the rest of the fraternity was glad we didn't. I went to all my classes but assignments and study were neglected. I rationalized my behavior by telling myself that if Elle’s situation had been better I would’ve been 20 miles South and visiting with her anyway. I was no longer delivering Joanne's pies so had even more time to devote to "The Mob". Over Christmas Joanne had gotten a boy friend who was more than willing to assume the delivery job. I did meet him and became interested in the relationship as the boy was another that the local school had decided wasn't worthy of being taught. He didn't impress me as unteachable. For some reason it bothered me just as Joanne's situation had when I first met her.
I had mentioned that the Administration at my college had changed and one of the new things they instituted was aligning our vacation and activities schedule to be similar with Ivy League schools. The most noticeable thing was the moving up of Winter House Party to be in February. The students were in agreement with the move because it meant we would still be into Winter and there would be less chance of warm weather disruptions to outside activities. Personally, I was excited because it would mean that I could get Elle away from Teresa and ”The Stalag“. I was even so bold as to think we could reprise our October weekend. But being a ”dreamer“ means having many disappointments. This was to be another.
Elle was never a big fan of House Party weekends. Since she didn’t drink or smoke she looked at them as nothing more than a drunken orgy. I enjoyed them for the fact that I could usually get some really sneaky peeks at panties but, in truth, it was an expense that was hard for me to justify. I broached the subject of another ”special weekend“ like we had in October but Elle had some extra curricular commitments at her school that would’ve made it difficult. On a whim I put my name in to be one of the three bartenders at the fraternity for both Friday and Saturday nights and got it. This was an opportunity to make about $30. (We would buy the cheapest whiskey, put it in empty, more expensive whiskey bottles and then sell shots) I also wanted to attend the hockey game. The fraternity had it’s first varsity hockey player this year and the house wanted to support him. So, I persuaded her to just spend the afternoon with me, promising that we wouldn't get involved at the fraternity.
I went to pick Elle up after she finished up with her school activity. The plan was to just go to the game and then I'd take her back with me returning for my bartendering that evening. The school still didn’t have an artificial ice rink and the game was to be played on the natural ice rink as in the past. Because it was outside and toilets were not readily available I suggested to Elle that she wear a full ”package“ just to be safe. That surprised her because I normally would request that she wear only nylon panties. I did it because I knew there was little chance that I’d get ”up close and personal“ with her in the time I’d be with her and the fact that I knew that when she got really cold she had an even harder time with her ”problem“.
We arrived at the outdoor rink and was somewhat surprised that there weren’t many people there. As they had done the previous year, the game had been moved to a nearby college that had an artificial rink. The officials felt that the ”boards“ surrounding the rink weren’t regulation. I stopped at the fraternity and picked up some of the brothers and their dates and made a mad dash to the other school. It turned out to be a very good game and we won. There were all kinds of celebrations going on and although I was ready to head back, my riders weren’t. From the time I picked Elle up until we were ready to leave it was well over four hours. I knew Elle hadn’t visited a bathroom so asked if she was OK before we headed back to my college. I remember her shaking her head as if to say ”no“ but the look on her face said ”but what can I do about it?”.
One of the guys to whom I’d given a ride told me that his date was sick so I drove them to the Infirmary. When I let them out he gave me his tickets for dinner at the fraternity. I didn’t want to take them but he insisted. It was the one meal that Smitty, our cook, couldn’t screw up; steak and potatoes. I told Elle and she had a bit of a fit, telling me that she was way too wet to be able to do it. I asked if her clothes were wet and she said they weren’t so I suggested that we go back to my room downtown where she could wash up and change into dry panties. I had to really pressure her but she finally agreed.
To be continued...
I was back on Saturday. The only thing I could think of was to have the girls contact the placement office back at their college on Monday to see if the other house that had been approved for them was still available. In the meantime we found the town Library and retreated there so they could get started on preparing for their first classes on Monday. They didn’t want to go back to their room at “The Stalag”. It was a long day. One thing that had changed, at least for me, was that Teresa wasn’t as much of an annoyance as she’d seemed to be the first time I’d met her. It was probably because I felt sorry for her situation.
The call to the college didn’t solve the problem for the girls but some of the teachers at their school felt sorry for their situation and took them under their wings. Elle and Theresa became inseparable. Where there was one there was the other. That became another annoyance to me. Selfishly, since there wasn’t any place for Elle and I to go and to be alone I decided to limit my visits to just Saturday nights. But my "date" was with the two of them.
Back at my college it was the fraternity rush week where the freshmen would visit and we'd make our selections for the new members. I was now a full time member of “The Mob“. Drinking became the main attraction... afternoon, evening and night. We didn't partake in much of the formal rush activities and I think the rest of the fraternity was glad we didn't. I went to all my classes but assignments and study were neglected. I rationalized my behavior by telling myself that if Elle’s situation had been better I would’ve been 20 miles South and visiting with her anyway. I was no longer delivering Joanne's pies so had even more time to devote to "The Mob". Over Christmas Joanne had gotten a boy friend who was more than willing to assume the delivery job. I did meet him and became interested in the relationship as the boy was another that the local school had decided wasn't worthy of being taught. He didn't impress me as unteachable. For some reason it bothered me just as Joanne's situation had when I first met her.
I had mentioned that the Administration at my college had changed and one of the new things they instituted was aligning our vacation and activities schedule to be similar with Ivy League schools. The most noticeable thing was the moving up of Winter House Party to be in February. The students were in agreement with the move because it meant we would still be into Winter and there would be less chance of warm weather disruptions to outside activities. Personally, I was excited because it would mean that I could get Elle away from Teresa and ”The Stalag“. I was even so bold as to think we could reprise our October weekend. But being a ”dreamer“ means having many disappointments. This was to be another.
Elle was never a big fan of House Party weekends. Since she didn’t drink or smoke she looked at them as nothing more than a drunken orgy. I enjoyed them for the fact that I could usually get some really sneaky peeks at panties but, in truth, it was an expense that was hard for me to justify. I broached the subject of another ”special weekend“ like we had in October but Elle had some extra curricular commitments at her school that would’ve made it difficult. On a whim I put my name in to be one of the three bartenders at the fraternity for both Friday and Saturday nights and got it. This was an opportunity to make about $30. (We would buy the cheapest whiskey, put it in empty, more expensive whiskey bottles and then sell shots) I also wanted to attend the hockey game. The fraternity had it’s first varsity hockey player this year and the house wanted to support him. So, I persuaded her to just spend the afternoon with me, promising that we wouldn't get involved at the fraternity.
I went to pick Elle up after she finished up with her school activity. The plan was to just go to the game and then I'd take her back with me returning for my bartendering that evening. The school still didn’t have an artificial ice rink and the game was to be played on the natural ice rink as in the past. Because it was outside and toilets were not readily available I suggested to Elle that she wear a full ”package“ just to be safe. That surprised her because I normally would request that she wear only nylon panties. I did it because I knew there was little chance that I’d get ”up close and personal“ with her in the time I’d be with her and the fact that I knew that when she got really cold she had an even harder time with her ”problem“.
We arrived at the outdoor rink and was somewhat surprised that there weren’t many people there. As they had done the previous year, the game had been moved to a nearby college that had an artificial rink. The officials felt that the ”boards“ surrounding the rink weren’t regulation. I stopped at the fraternity and picked up some of the brothers and their dates and made a mad dash to the other school. It turned out to be a very good game and we won. There were all kinds of celebrations going on and although I was ready to head back, my riders weren’t. From the time I picked Elle up until we were ready to leave it was well over four hours. I knew Elle hadn’t visited a bathroom so asked if she was OK before we headed back to my college. I remember her shaking her head as if to say ”no“ but the look on her face said ”but what can I do about it?”.
One of the guys to whom I’d given a ride told me that his date was sick so I drove them to the Infirmary. When I let them out he gave me his tickets for dinner at the fraternity. I didn’t want to take them but he insisted. It was the one meal that Smitty, our cook, couldn’t screw up; steak and potatoes. I told Elle and she had a bit of a fit, telling me that she was way too wet to be able to do it. I asked if her clothes were wet and she said they weren’t so I suggested that we go back to my room downtown where she could wash up and change into dry panties. I had to really pressure her but she finally agreed.
To be continued...
Saturday, March 14, 2009
A NEW YEAR... and turning bad early (Part41b)
When I got back to the fraternity I found out that the house had been taken off the “social probation” that followed my being thrown into the lake. It seemed like that news took the burden off me as the cause of it. Because no drinking had been allowed in the house it was all being done in the bars downtown. Before Christmas break I hadn’t been joining in with my friends in the “Unholy Alliance” because I had been pretty much in recovery mode from the pneumonia. Because I’d spent so little time at the house during that time I wasn’t really aware of the fact that they had joined with a group of senior brothers known in the house as “The Mob”. To emphasize that name, the room of the leaders was painted black and had nothing but a blue light bulb in the ceiling for light. That night I was “introduced” to them. It was the beginning of whole new period in my life.
I can say, without a doubt, that I spent more time drinking than I did studying over the next two weeks. That’s not a good thing right before final exams. But sometimes good things happen to stupid people. On the Saturday prior to the start of exams a steam pipe that fed the classroom part of the campus failed. When we showed up for the first exam on Monday morning the temperature in the room was about 40 degrees. The instructors tried to start the exam but a group of the guys walked out and headed for the administration building to complain. Long story short... exams were postponed until Thursday and, unbelievably, we had a mini blizzard that made travel and getting around almost impossible. It killed me because I knew Elle was finished with her exams but I actually took advantage of the extra time and made a half hearted attempt to prepare for the exams. BUT... the really bad part was that the delay was cutting into the time that was to be our intersession break. AND... in spite of the promise of “special time” that Elle had made, I soon found out that it wasn’t going to happen.
Elle found out that she had to report to the school where she was going to practice teach on that Friday, the day of my last exam. I’d promised to take both her and her new roommate, Teresa, and their things down, thinking that it would be on that Sunday. Another “plan” vaporized. There was a teachers meeting scheduled after classes that day to introduce the girls and to give them their first assignment. Fortunately, my exam was first thing in the morning. The weather cooperated and I managed to get them there in time. I waited for them to finish up as I still had to help the girls get settled in where they were going to live.
It was still light out when they emerged from the school, somewhat overwhelmed. That was nothing compared to what they were in for. When I brought the girls to visit a few weeks earlier they were comfortable with their choice of a residence. That changed almost immediately after we arrived. They knocked on the door and were welcomed in. I had Elle’s bag and started to follow behind them but before I got through the door I was told I couldn’t come in. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing when she said that her “rules” didn’t allow any males into the house. I know I made some sort of a remark and Elle tried to explain that all I was doing was carrying her suitcase into her room. It did no good. To put it mildly, I was pissed. But that was only the beginning.
I helped as much as I could, bringing their clothes and supplies to the door. Then I just waited in the car. It was close to an hour until I saw Elle again. The look on her face wasn’t that of terror but it was close. Terry followed her and they ended up sitting in the car with me. What I heard from them was just as unbelievable as me not being allowed to carry the suitcase into the house.
They wondered what happened to the “nice lady” that they’d met a few weeks prior. As soon as all their things were unloaded from the car and into their room the lady sat them down and went over the “house rules”. It turned out that it wasn’t a residence as much as a POW camp. The kitchen privleges did not include using the stove or oven. They had part of one shelf in the refrigerator and in the pantry. There was to be no eating in their room. The girls knew that their curfew was to be the same as if they were at the sorority but the “house rules” were that all lights were to be out at the same time. They could only make collect calls from the phone and were only allowed a total of six incoming calls a week between the two of them. They could only do their wash on Saturday mornings and had to time their showers to no more than 5 minutes each. There was a LOT more but I don’t remember all of the other petty things they were saddled with. I do remember Teresa calling it a Stalag as her older brother had been a German prisoner of war in WWII.
As you can imagine, the girls were mightily upset. I was too but I really didn’t know what to do for them. We ended up going down town to get something to eat and that brought up one of their major concerns... eating. They had fully expected that they would be cooking for themselves and had budgeted for that. We sat and talked until the place closed up at around 9pm. The girls didn’t really want to go back to the house but there was no other choice. They still had to make up their beds and sort out their things. There was nothing that I could do for them. As I drove the 20 miles back I couldn’t help but feel sorry for all three of us. It was going to be a LONG eight weeks.
To be continued...
When I got back to the fraternity I found out that the house had been taken off the “social probation” that followed my being thrown into the lake. It seemed like that news took the burden off me as the cause of it. Because no drinking had been allowed in the house it was all being done in the bars downtown. Before Christmas break I hadn’t been joining in with my friends in the “Unholy Alliance” because I had been pretty much in recovery mode from the pneumonia. Because I’d spent so little time at the house during that time I wasn’t really aware of the fact that they had joined with a group of senior brothers known in the house as “The Mob”. To emphasize that name, the room of the leaders was painted black and had nothing but a blue light bulb in the ceiling for light. That night I was “introduced” to them. It was the beginning of whole new period in my life.
I can say, without a doubt, that I spent more time drinking than I did studying over the next two weeks. That’s not a good thing right before final exams. But sometimes good things happen to stupid people. On the Saturday prior to the start of exams a steam pipe that fed the classroom part of the campus failed. When we showed up for the first exam on Monday morning the temperature in the room was about 40 degrees. The instructors tried to start the exam but a group of the guys walked out and headed for the administration building to complain. Long story short... exams were postponed until Thursday and, unbelievably, we had a mini blizzard that made travel and getting around almost impossible. It killed me because I knew Elle was finished with her exams but I actually took advantage of the extra time and made a half hearted attempt to prepare for the exams. BUT... the really bad part was that the delay was cutting into the time that was to be our intersession break. AND... in spite of the promise of “special time” that Elle had made, I soon found out that it wasn’t going to happen.
Elle found out that she had to report to the school where she was going to practice teach on that Friday, the day of my last exam. I’d promised to take both her and her new roommate, Teresa, and their things down, thinking that it would be on that Sunday. Another “plan” vaporized. There was a teachers meeting scheduled after classes that day to introduce the girls and to give them their first assignment. Fortunately, my exam was first thing in the morning. The weather cooperated and I managed to get them there in time. I waited for them to finish up as I still had to help the girls get settled in where they were going to live.
It was still light out when they emerged from the school, somewhat overwhelmed. That was nothing compared to what they were in for. When I brought the girls to visit a few weeks earlier they were comfortable with their choice of a residence. That changed almost immediately after we arrived. They knocked on the door and were welcomed in. I had Elle’s bag and started to follow behind them but before I got through the door I was told I couldn’t come in. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing when she said that her “rules” didn’t allow any males into the house. I know I made some sort of a remark and Elle tried to explain that all I was doing was carrying her suitcase into her room. It did no good. To put it mildly, I was pissed. But that was only the beginning.
I helped as much as I could, bringing their clothes and supplies to the door. Then I just waited in the car. It was close to an hour until I saw Elle again. The look on her face wasn’t that of terror but it was close. Terry followed her and they ended up sitting in the car with me. What I heard from them was just as unbelievable as me not being allowed to carry the suitcase into the house.
They wondered what happened to the “nice lady” that they’d met a few weeks prior. As soon as all their things were unloaded from the car and into their room the lady sat them down and went over the “house rules”. It turned out that it wasn’t a residence as much as a POW camp. The kitchen privleges did not include using the stove or oven. They had part of one shelf in the refrigerator and in the pantry. There was to be no eating in their room. The girls knew that their curfew was to be the same as if they were at the sorority but the “house rules” were that all lights were to be out at the same time. They could only make collect calls from the phone and were only allowed a total of six incoming calls a week between the two of them. They could only do their wash on Saturday mornings and had to time their showers to no more than 5 minutes each. There was a LOT more but I don’t remember all of the other petty things they were saddled with. I do remember Teresa calling it a Stalag as her older brother had been a German prisoner of war in WWII.
As you can imagine, the girls were mightily upset. I was too but I really didn’t know what to do for them. We ended up going down town to get something to eat and that brought up one of their major concerns... eating. They had fully expected that they would be cooking for themselves and had budgeted for that. We sat and talked until the place closed up at around 9pm. The girls didn’t really want to go back to the house but there was no other choice. They still had to make up their beds and sort out their things. There was nothing that I could do for them. As I drove the 20 miles back I couldn’t help but feel sorry for all three of us. It was going to be a LONG eight weeks.
To be continued...
Thursday, March 12, 2009
A NEW YEAR... off to a slow start (Part41a)
Starting on New Years day it seemed like Elle and I were on two separate tracks. I got to see her for a few hours on New Years and then had to make a visit to my grandparents. Elle went to visit some old school friends and didn’t get back until after 9pm and didn’t call me. Thursday, she worked for her mother and Fred , my boarding school friend and his girlfriend, Liz, came out to check on her parents Summer home. I spent the afternoon with them and we ended up at a small tavern to get a bite to eat. Fred had quite a few beers and Liz wasn’t about to let him drive his father’s T-Bird back to their house. She couldn’t drive a stick shift and looked to me to help her out. The only thing I could think of was to invite them back to my house for the night even though it would mean not being alone with Elle. My mother, always the accommodating one when it came to company, had no problem with it. Calls were made to their parents and everything was set. There was one good thing that came from them staying over and that was I caught a glimpse of Liz slipping on one of my mother's night gowns. I was too far away to know what kind of panties she was wearing but it was still a nice vision to go to bed with.
Friday, I went to my grandfather’s to go with him to watch his new horse be shipped off to North Carolina to AJ’s stable. It was a mild day and after the horse left I was asked if I wanted to jog some horses. It’d been over three months since I’d been behind a horse so I jumped at the chance. Elle knew I was going to be tied up early but there was no way to let her know I was spending time into the afternoon. By the time I got home there was no one at Elle’s. I stayed home waiting for her return. It was after 10pm when I saw a car go past and into her driveway. I went over and found that she’d gone shopping for the last of the clothes she’d need for her semester long practice teaching stint that was coming up. I got to see her as she modeled the clothes for me but there was no “up close and personal” time. On Saturday, I was “elected” to take my brother back to his boarding school. My mother said that I’d been ignoring him all throughout the vacation and she’d wanted me to spend some time with him. The timing of it couldn’t have been worse. I was going to ask Elle to go along but my mother said “no”, and that was it. When I got back and had eaten supper I went over to Elle’s but found that she was fighting a cold and her mother wanted her to go to bed early as we were headed back to college first thing in the morning. Lying in bed I couldn’t believe how little I’d seen of Elle since our wonderful night. Believe it or not, I was actually looking forward to getting back to school.
The return trip was uneventful. There wasn’t all that much snow on the ground when we got to Elle’s sorority. It almost seemed like it had stopped snowing up there as soon as we left to go home. Before I left Elle gave me her exam schedule. She had two weeks of classes before they were to begin and she let it be known that if I came over the following weekend that I should be prepared to do some heavy studying. At least she didn’t tell me not to come over.
I was surprised to hear from her during the week. She was in the process of finalizing things for her practice teaching including her living quarters. She’d gotten her first choice of schools and she would be teaching in a town about 20 miles due South of my college. That was good news! Her college had provided her with two “approved” places that she could live but she didn’t want to make a choice without seeing them and meeting her prospective landlord. She wanted to know if I’d come over and get her and take her to see them. All I could think of was “so much for the studying...” and, of course, said "yes".
All the way over to get her that Saturday I visualized finding some time and place where we could have some privacy. I was not expecting to find that we’d have company for the trip. Elle decided that she wanted to know just who her roommate would be so talked one of her sorority sisters into it. She felt it was only fair to ask her to go along. So much for “private time”!
The girl’s name was Teresa and she was truly a city girl. As soon as she opened her mouth you could tell. In the hour and a half it took to get there I’d had more than enough of Teresa. It wasn’t just the accent but it was the fact that she never shut up. Have you ever known someone who asked a question and then proceeded to answer it? That was Teresa. As quiet as Elle was, Teresa was equally as loud. I couldn’t figure out why Elle had chosen someone like her to spend eight weeks with.
We found the school and then both houses that the college had approved for them to live at. The first one was within minutes (walking) of the school. The landlord was a widowed lady who appeared to be very nice. The girls would have kitchen privileges, access to a washing machine and limited use of the TV. The bedroom was right off the kitchen as was the bathroom. It certainly appeared to be just about perfect to the girls because they said “yes” without visiting the other choice. We then went into the town to see just what was there. We found a luncheonette, much like the Sugar Bowl in their college town, to get a bite to eat. By then I was biting my tongue to keep from saying something to Teresa that I’d regret.
It was late afternoon by the time we got back to the sorority. After Teresa left the car I pleaded with Elle to let me have some time with her. She said she was too far behind in her school work but promised that we’d have some “special time” (her words) during the semester break. There was nothing I could say. She controlled what I craved. My drive back to school was filled with fantasies of what that “special time” would be like. It was only a little more than two weeks. I hoped I wouldn’t “explode” before then.
To be continued...
Starting on New Years day it seemed like Elle and I were on two separate tracks. I got to see her for a few hours on New Years and then had to make a visit to my grandparents. Elle went to visit some old school friends and didn’t get back until after 9pm and didn’t call me. Thursday, she worked for her mother and Fred , my boarding school friend and his girlfriend, Liz, came out to check on her parents Summer home. I spent the afternoon with them and we ended up at a small tavern to get a bite to eat. Fred had quite a few beers and Liz wasn’t about to let him drive his father’s T-Bird back to their house. She couldn’t drive a stick shift and looked to me to help her out. The only thing I could think of was to invite them back to my house for the night even though it would mean not being alone with Elle. My mother, always the accommodating one when it came to company, had no problem with it. Calls were made to their parents and everything was set. There was one good thing that came from them staying over and that was I caught a glimpse of Liz slipping on one of my mother's night gowns. I was too far away to know what kind of panties she was wearing but it was still a nice vision to go to bed with.
Friday, I went to my grandfather’s to go with him to watch his new horse be shipped off to North Carolina to AJ’s stable. It was a mild day and after the horse left I was asked if I wanted to jog some horses. It’d been over three months since I’d been behind a horse so I jumped at the chance. Elle knew I was going to be tied up early but there was no way to let her know I was spending time into the afternoon. By the time I got home there was no one at Elle’s. I stayed home waiting for her return. It was after 10pm when I saw a car go past and into her driveway. I went over and found that she’d gone shopping for the last of the clothes she’d need for her semester long practice teaching stint that was coming up. I got to see her as she modeled the clothes for me but there was no “up close and personal” time. On Saturday, I was “elected” to take my brother back to his boarding school. My mother said that I’d been ignoring him all throughout the vacation and she’d wanted me to spend some time with him. The timing of it couldn’t have been worse. I was going to ask Elle to go along but my mother said “no”, and that was it. When I got back and had eaten supper I went over to Elle’s but found that she was fighting a cold and her mother wanted her to go to bed early as we were headed back to college first thing in the morning. Lying in bed I couldn’t believe how little I’d seen of Elle since our wonderful night. Believe it or not, I was actually looking forward to getting back to school.
The return trip was uneventful. There wasn’t all that much snow on the ground when we got to Elle’s sorority. It almost seemed like it had stopped snowing up there as soon as we left to go home. Before I left Elle gave me her exam schedule. She had two weeks of classes before they were to begin and she let it be known that if I came over the following weekend that I should be prepared to do some heavy studying. At least she didn’t tell me not to come over.
I was surprised to hear from her during the week. She was in the process of finalizing things for her practice teaching including her living quarters. She’d gotten her first choice of schools and she would be teaching in a town about 20 miles due South of my college. That was good news! Her college had provided her with two “approved” places that she could live but she didn’t want to make a choice without seeing them and meeting her prospective landlord. She wanted to know if I’d come over and get her and take her to see them. All I could think of was “so much for the studying...” and, of course, said "yes".
All the way over to get her that Saturday I visualized finding some time and place where we could have some privacy. I was not expecting to find that we’d have company for the trip. Elle decided that she wanted to know just who her roommate would be so talked one of her sorority sisters into it. She felt it was only fair to ask her to go along. So much for “private time”!
The girl’s name was Teresa and she was truly a city girl. As soon as she opened her mouth you could tell. In the hour and a half it took to get there I’d had more than enough of Teresa. It wasn’t just the accent but it was the fact that she never shut up. Have you ever known someone who asked a question and then proceeded to answer it? That was Teresa. As quiet as Elle was, Teresa was equally as loud. I couldn’t figure out why Elle had chosen someone like her to spend eight weeks with.
We found the school and then both houses that the college had approved for them to live at. The first one was within minutes (walking) of the school. The landlord was a widowed lady who appeared to be very nice. The girls would have kitchen privileges, access to a washing machine and limited use of the TV. The bedroom was right off the kitchen as was the bathroom. It certainly appeared to be just about perfect to the girls because they said “yes” without visiting the other choice. We then went into the town to see just what was there. We found a luncheonette, much like the Sugar Bowl in their college town, to get a bite to eat. By then I was biting my tongue to keep from saying something to Teresa that I’d regret.
It was late afternoon by the time we got back to the sorority. After Teresa left the car I pleaded with Elle to let me have some time with her. She said she was too far behind in her school work but promised that we’d have some “special time” (her words) during the semester break. There was nothing I could say. She controlled what I craved. My drive back to school was filled with fantasies of what that “special time” would be like. It was only a little more than two weeks. I hoped I wouldn’t “explode” before then.
To be continued...
Monday, March 09, 2009
WINTER... way too soon (Part 40j)
If there was one thing that I really had to look forward to was that her parents always went out to visit friends on New Years Eve. I spent the whole day trying to get things back to where they had been when we were on our weekend together. I even got her to admit that it was the best time we’d spent together. I even got her to say that she’d like to do it again. So, with that imbedded into my mind I, again, started to fantasize what we could/would do that night.
Because Elle’s parents were going to friends for dinner before their party, my mother invited her to eat with us. When we were through she, naturally, asked what our plans were. Elle was on board with the “plan” to go back to her house so when I lied and said we were going to the movies she didn’t bat an eye. The problem was that Elle’s house was in the wrong place. (It was a dead end road and her house was in the opposite direction of the way we had to go to get to the movies) So, that meant we had to go in the right direction and I had to park the car in the driveway of an empty house and we had to walk (sneak) back to Elle’s.
I still had the box with the new panties and before we left the car I took a pair and put them in my pocket. Always the optimist! It was a different Elle once we got our coats off. I dipped down and ran my hand up under her skirt and was surprised that she had on a pair of her heavy cotton panties. I wanted to ask why but, because of her contrariness of the past few days decided to keep my mouth shut. It was good move.
She hadn’t told me but her mother had moved her into the back bedroom. So when we got upstairs I was surprised when she headed there. In one way it was good because we could put a light on without my parents noticing. I helped her get undressed and, even in the heavy cotton panties, she looked good. On the corner of her dresser was her Brownie camera. Seeing it reminded me that I’d taken that picture of her on the bed when we were in the city. She’d not said anything about it so I assumed that she didn’t really know that I’d taken it. I asked what she’d done with the film with her city pictures and she said it was in her pocket book and was going to wait to get it developed until she got back to college. Hearing that I jumped in and told her I had a way to get them developed for free. It was lie, of course, but she gave me two rolls. All I could think of was that I was “saved“.
I then picked up the camera and pointed it at her standing there in just her bra and panties. I thought for sure that she’d scream ”NO!“ but she didn’t. I think I even asked her if I could take one. My bulge had been noticeable but with that it went right ”to attention“. I was actually shaking when I put the camera up to my eye. She had a flashbulb in place so when I pushed the button the room exploded in light. I couldn’t believe that she’d let me do it. In fact, I think I asked her if there was film in the camera. She laughed and said there was and that it was color. When they were sightseeing, my mother had insisted in buying a roll of color film for her. But, now I had to get that developed as well.
When we were about to get ”down to business“ I suggested that she use the toilet. I expected that she’d sit on the toilet and, for me, pee through the panties. I even thought about pulling the new panties out and asking her to put them on or, at least over the cotton ones. But, I didn’t want to add a new dimension to what was going on. I followed her into the bathroom and was dumbfounded when she proceeded to step into the bathtub. Facing me, she reached over and pulled me towards her. I had my hands on her waist and then she took one and put it between her legs. Within seconds her warm pee was flowing over my hand. After a few seconds I slid it up and into her crotch and began to rub. A few seconds later my finger was inside and into the ”slot“. She just stood there the whole while. But a few seconds of rubbing inside the panties she pulled away. She grabbed a towel and wiped down her legs and feet and stepped out of the tub. I followed her into her room and watched as she spread the towel on the bed and climbed up on it. On her back she motioned for me to follow her. As I did she turned out the light. (10).
It had been over two months since that great weekend. Even though I'd fantasized about having a moment like this I found myself shaking as I played with her privates. It didn't take long for her to let me know she was "ready". Even though she was just done with her period she wanted me to put on "protection". That... was a mistake! In my rush to get it on I managed to come. I couldn't believe it and, to some degree, she couldn't either. With the lights out we lay there cuddling until I felt a bit of "life". Then I started in to "play" with her and in a short while found myself "all pumped up" again. Just to be on the safe side Elle decided to use the toilet. I know she thought I had another rubber but I didn't. I was on my back when she returned and she had to climb over me but I stopped her when she was right on top of me I stopped her. Somehow, I managed to get her positioned right over my penis and had her lower herself down on me. I'd never done it this way and I can tell you that it was an incredible feeling. I remember the pressure of her inner body swallowing me up. As she slowly raised and lowered herself on me I just lay there and enjoyed the moment. I don't know how long it was before I came. It probably wasn't all that long but she stayed on me until my penis slipped out of her. It was a totally different experience... and well worth the wait.
To be continued...
Friday, March 06, 2009
WINTER... way too soon (Part 40i)
Elle had brought her alarm clocks that she used to wake herself up periodically during the night. As tired as she was I was sure she’d ignore the alarms so I took them with me. My parents got home just before the first one was to go off so I had my mother go in and get Elle up. The second one went off around 5am. I made sure my parents door was closed before I went in to wake Elle. I shut the door behind me and then proceeded to climb in bed with her. It was a tight fit as it was a single bed and she was pretty well sprawled out. I probably played with one of her breasts for almost a minute before she moaned. Then I kissed her and that got a desired result. That’s all it took for me to get a “rise”. I was able to get my hand down into her plastic panties and found her to be dry. As I tried to wiggle my finger into more “fertile land“ she became fully awake and realized that she really should go to the bathroom. I knew it too and should’ve followed her into the bathroom. I was hoping that she would leave the cotton and plastic panties behind when she came back but she didn’t. When I asked her why I think she said that she didn’t think of it or something like that. Another disappointment and, unfortunately, I let her know it. That didn’t help my case. I remember her telling me that I should leave before my parents woke up. Knowing that I wasn’t going to get anywhere with her I left.
I was so upset that I couldn’t go back to sleep. I watched it get light out and, shortly thereafter, saw a head in the doorway. It was Elle. She came over to the sofa and sat down on the side of it. She was very apologetic and bent over to kiss me. Being young and immature, I, stupidly, ignored her. She got back up and I didn’t see her again until I heard my parents. She was fully dressed by then. My parents had decreed that we go to our old church ”for old times sake“. It was more than that as they were planning on giving the furniture and things that they didn’t want from the apartment to the church for their ”White Elephant Shop“. Following the service my father and I were to meet with a man who had a truck to bring the items back to the church and Elle and my mother were going back into the city for sight-seeing. So it wasn’t until supper time that I saw Elle again. I realized that I had acted stupidly and now it was my turn to apologize. She, graciously, accepted and we all had a good time eating out at another of my mother’s favorite restaurants.
The plan was for my mother, Elle and I to take the morning train back home. The movers were there about the time the three of us were ready to leave. My father was to supervise the loading of the furniture and was to then drive back to my grandparents house where they would be stored. Elle was only going as far as her roommate Nancy’s house. The doctor who had done the medical procedure on her bladder had his office only a few miles away and it would save Elle’s mother a trip. For me it meant another ”lost“ day as far as time with Elle was concerned. There wasn’t much I could say or do.
I picked Elle up at the train on Tuesday night. It seemed like things were back to ”normal“, whatever that was. We were glad to see each other and we spent more than a minute in a long embrace. I knew it was good when I felt the bulge in my pants. We had both committed to going to a retirement party that night for a teacher that we both admired. It did accomplish one good thing for us in that we didn’t have to justify to Elle’s parents why we were going out. We made quick time of the party, leaving before a lot of the guests even arrived. I’d decided to park in our old space up at the abandoned garage. Even though there was no foliage to hide the car, the fact that all the homes down in that area were Summer bungalows and there was no one presently occupying them meant there was little chance of being seen. This was our first time ”parking“ in what was now my ”new“ car. The leather seat was cold when you first sat on it but it did have two big advantages. One was that it was far more roomy than either of my other cars. The second was that if Elle did ”leak“ it wouldn’t stain the seat. I had taken all the towels from the Merc so putting them down took care of the coldness.
I couldn’t wait for this moment as I still had the new panties to give to Elle. I’d retrieved them from the trunk and had them in the back seat. After parking the car I slid over to Elle’s side and we started to get involved. It was just getting ”interesting“ when I broke away and reached over the seat to get the box of panties. She didn’t know what was going on but when she saw the Christmas paper started smiling. Because it was a convertible, there was no dome light and I wanted to see the look on her face when she opened it. I couldn’t see all that well but she seemed pleased, at least at first. I was sure she’d note the difference in them as opposed to her other nylon panties but I wasn’t expecting the reaction I got. She thought the design of the crotch was ”strange“. I jumped in and I told her I thought it was ”sexy”. I don’t think I’d ever used that term in her presence before and she took a bit of umbrage with it. So, in a matter of a few minutes we’d gone from knocking on the door of being “up close and personal” to me defending her Christmas present. I’d fantasized having her try a pair on and it wasn’t looking all that good.
I remember taking the box from her and putting it on the seat beside me and then concentrated on getting back to where we’d been. We ended up doing a lot of snuggling but little else. After a while she became concerned about using a toilet and that surprised me. In the past she’d just step out of the car and pee through her panties when with me. When she told me she wanted to go to either my house or hers to use the bathroom I was floored. I could tell from the tone of her voice when I tried to protest that it would be useless to pursue it. Over the previous few days I’d seen a change in her that I didn’t understand or like. As we drove the short distance to her house I wondered if she’d ever wear the panties. From time to time I’d heard my father complain about the way women think and didn’t really understand what he meant. I was beginning to understand.
To be continued...
Elle had brought her alarm clocks that she used to wake herself up periodically during the night. As tired as she was I was sure she’d ignore the alarms so I took them with me. My parents got home just before the first one was to go off so I had my mother go in and get Elle up. The second one went off around 5am. I made sure my parents door was closed before I went in to wake Elle. I shut the door behind me and then proceeded to climb in bed with her. It was a tight fit as it was a single bed and she was pretty well sprawled out. I probably played with one of her breasts for almost a minute before she moaned. Then I kissed her and that got a desired result. That’s all it took for me to get a “rise”. I was able to get my hand down into her plastic panties and found her to be dry. As I tried to wiggle my finger into more “fertile land“ she became fully awake and realized that she really should go to the bathroom. I knew it too and should’ve followed her into the bathroom. I was hoping that she would leave the cotton and plastic panties behind when she came back but she didn’t. When I asked her why I think she said that she didn’t think of it or something like that. Another disappointment and, unfortunately, I let her know it. That didn’t help my case. I remember her telling me that I should leave before my parents woke up. Knowing that I wasn’t going to get anywhere with her I left.
I was so upset that I couldn’t go back to sleep. I watched it get light out and, shortly thereafter, saw a head in the doorway. It was Elle. She came over to the sofa and sat down on the side of it. She was very apologetic and bent over to kiss me. Being young and immature, I, stupidly, ignored her. She got back up and I didn’t see her again until I heard my parents. She was fully dressed by then. My parents had decreed that we go to our old church ”for old times sake“. It was more than that as they were planning on giving the furniture and things that they didn’t want from the apartment to the church for their ”White Elephant Shop“. Following the service my father and I were to meet with a man who had a truck to bring the items back to the church and Elle and my mother were going back into the city for sight-seeing. So it wasn’t until supper time that I saw Elle again. I realized that I had acted stupidly and now it was my turn to apologize. She, graciously, accepted and we all had a good time eating out at another of my mother’s favorite restaurants.
The plan was for my mother, Elle and I to take the morning train back home. The movers were there about the time the three of us were ready to leave. My father was to supervise the loading of the furniture and was to then drive back to my grandparents house where they would be stored. Elle was only going as far as her roommate Nancy’s house. The doctor who had done the medical procedure on her bladder had his office only a few miles away and it would save Elle’s mother a trip. For me it meant another ”lost“ day as far as time with Elle was concerned. There wasn’t much I could say or do.
I picked Elle up at the train on Tuesday night. It seemed like things were back to ”normal“, whatever that was. We were glad to see each other and we spent more than a minute in a long embrace. I knew it was good when I felt the bulge in my pants. We had both committed to going to a retirement party that night for a teacher that we both admired. It did accomplish one good thing for us in that we didn’t have to justify to Elle’s parents why we were going out. We made quick time of the party, leaving before a lot of the guests even arrived. I’d decided to park in our old space up at the abandoned garage. Even though there was no foliage to hide the car, the fact that all the homes down in that area were Summer bungalows and there was no one presently occupying them meant there was little chance of being seen. This was our first time ”parking“ in what was now my ”new“ car. The leather seat was cold when you first sat on it but it did have two big advantages. One was that it was far more roomy than either of my other cars. The second was that if Elle did ”leak“ it wouldn’t stain the seat. I had taken all the towels from the Merc so putting them down took care of the coldness.
I couldn’t wait for this moment as I still had the new panties to give to Elle. I’d retrieved them from the trunk and had them in the back seat. After parking the car I slid over to Elle’s side and we started to get involved. It was just getting ”interesting“ when I broke away and reached over the seat to get the box of panties. She didn’t know what was going on but when she saw the Christmas paper started smiling. Because it was a convertible, there was no dome light and I wanted to see the look on her face when she opened it. I couldn’t see all that well but she seemed pleased, at least at first. I was sure she’d note the difference in them as opposed to her other nylon panties but I wasn’t expecting the reaction I got. She thought the design of the crotch was ”strange“. I jumped in and I told her I thought it was ”sexy”. I don’t think I’d ever used that term in her presence before and she took a bit of umbrage with it. So, in a matter of a few minutes we’d gone from knocking on the door of being “up close and personal” to me defending her Christmas present. I’d fantasized having her try a pair on and it wasn’t looking all that good.
I remember taking the box from her and putting it on the seat beside me and then concentrated on getting back to where we’d been. We ended up doing a lot of snuggling but little else. After a while she became concerned about using a toilet and that surprised me. In the past she’d just step out of the car and pee through her panties when with me. When she told me she wanted to go to either my house or hers to use the bathroom I was floored. I could tell from the tone of her voice when I tried to protest that it would be useless to pursue it. Over the previous few days I’d seen a change in her that I didn’t understand or like. As we drove the short distance to her house I wondered if she’d ever wear the panties. From time to time I’d heard my father complain about the way women think and didn’t really understand what he meant. I was beginning to understand.
To be continued...
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
WINTER... way too soon (Part 40h)
Christmas day was totally scheduled for my brother and I from the time we got up until about 4pm. We opened our presents (90% clothes) and then left for my grandparents and Christmas dinner. We were both excused at 4pm. I drove my “new car” home and went immediately over to Elle’s. We had to be “social” until her parents went to bed around 9:30pm, or so. Elle had thought of a few places she wanted to see in the city so we mostly discussed that. I had found out that we were headed for the city on Saturday and that the movers were coming on Monday. After all the stuff was loaded we’d be returning home so we’d be back by New Years Eve.
Not much happened between Elle and I over the next two days. I spent a lot of time helping my father rearrange things in my grandparents carriage house so that the stuff from the apartment would fit. It was worth it as my father gave me some money for my efforts. By the night before we were to leave for the city a bit of a plan had been worked out. My mother wanted one last night “out on the town” and Saturday night was to be it. We were going to drive to the city, eat lunch and then my mother was to pick out some things she didn’t really need or want in the apartment. We’d get changed and then take a taxi into the city. My father was to make reservations at my mother’s favorite restaurant (I actually remember the name of it!) and then we’d all go to a night club to finish out the night. It sounded like fun.
The apartment was in excellent shape when we got there. When we’d moved back home my parents had taken some of the furniture so it looked a little barren to me when we walked in. I remembered it when it was fully furnished. The minister, living alone, didn’t need as much as a family of four so it made sense. I’d been forewarned that I’d be sleeping on the sofa but I still had some ideas of my own on how Elle and I could get close, even if for only a short time. Elle’s periods were usually bad and long. For some reason, this one wasn’t as bad as usual. I remember her telling me after lunch that she thought it might be over. I’d been going on the premise that it would be around until New Years Eve which was about normal for her. Of course I was very excited.
It turned out to be a wonderful day. My father accomplished what he’d wanted to and my mother was pleased that she got to eat at her favorite restaurant. I’d been to the night club before as we'd visited a few times when I was younger so recognized some of the men in the Dixieland Jazz band that played there. I was embarrassed when they came over and talked about remembering me as a “little squirt”. By 11pm Elle was fading fast
and so was I. We’d gotten up around 6am and we’d done a lot. My parents didn’t really want to leave so my mother suggested that Elle and I take a cab back to the apartment. I couldn’t believe my ears. My tiredness went away, instantly.
We were lucky to get a cab right away. My mind was churning a mile a minute thinking of just what we would do when we got to the apartment. Elle didn’t share in my excitement as she fell asleep within minutes of getting in the cab. It was about a half hour ride and I had a hard time waking Elle up when we got there. But that didn’t deter me from my fantasies. As with the last visit Elle had made to the city to visit I was relegated to the living room sofa to sleep. It was one of the few pieces of furniture that hadn’t been moved in anticipation of the move. Elle was to sleep in my brothers old bed in what had been our shared bedroom. Before we left to eat she had laid out all her clothes for sleeping... her cotton panties, sanitary pads, plastic panties and her pajamas. The pajamas reminded me of a candy cane as they were red and white stripes. We went right into my old bedroom and I asked her if I could help her get undressed. She didn’t resist. It had been two months since the weekend we spent together and I was relishing the thought of seeing her in her bra and panties again. I my excitement was obvious... at least to me. I looked over at my old bed with the clothes laid out on it and saw her Brownie camera lying in her suitcase. I got an immediate brainstorm but wasn’t sure what she’d think of it. I helped her off with her blouse and to step out of her skirt and slip. I was waiting for her to slip out of her bra but she didn’t. She asked for her pajama top and, reluctantly, handed it to her. As soon as I did she flopped back onto the bed. I was a bit disappointed but as she positioned herself down the middle of the bed I saw her start to close her eyes. I was going to say something but, on the spur of the moment, grabbed her camera. I went to the end of the bed and was just about to take a picture when she sleepily opened her eyes. I didn’t hesitate even a second and pushed the button.
I had no idea if it would work when I pushed the button but the flash did go off. I remember Elle blinking and asking what it was. She was really groggy. I was so nervous that she might be mad at me that I have no idea what I said. But, my fanciful ideas of what we would do once back in the apartment quickly went down the drain as she closed her eyes again. I went and sat down next to her, bending over to kiss her but didn’t get much of a response. I tried shaking her but I got about the same response. She was lying there in just her panties (nylon) and pajama tops. I knew I had to get her to go to the bathroom and get her “package” on before she fell completely asleep. It was a struggle to get her up and to the toilet. Once there she became more responsive and did help me get her cotton panties, pads and plastic panties on. I got her back in bed when she remembered her pajama bottoms. That was another process, trying to get them up around her waist while she was lying on her back. I was one frustrated young man when I turned off the light and shut the door!
To be continued...
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