WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19h)

My bulge was long gone but as I trailed her up the stairs it started to return. Once in her room she turned on the small lamp by her bed. The shade made everything look sort of orange. I stood in front of her as she proceeded to undo and drop her skirt onto the floor. My bulge was returning rapidly but I wouldn't let my mind even dare to think where this was leading. When she took off her blouse her bra looked like it actually was orange. Next came the slip and my first profile (and 3D) look of the "sanitary panty". It was interesting, to say the least. I hadn't moved since she'd let my hand go. I didn't know weather to go to her or to wait. I'd pretty much figured out that her "discovery" of my interest in her wetting wasn't a problem but I didn't want to do something to upset her either. It was awrkward. Finally she started taking off the "sanitary panties". At this point I was wishing that there was more light. As she stepped out of them she moved towards me. I remember taking a big, deep breath. As we embraced I nestled my bulge into the triangle that defined her upper thighs and groin. It was warm... and, emboldened by that, I put my hands on her butt cheeks. I felt the cotton panties and fully expected to find them wet. But, at best, they were just a little damp, at least where my hands were located. Slowly, I pulled one hand around and squeezed it between her legs and just ran a finger up and down her crotch as far as I could go in each direction. I managed to get the finger under the leg opening and almost as soon as I touched her wet flesh she pulled her butt away. It wasn't something new to me but she usually didn't do it until I'd gotten her "worked up". In this case I'd barely touched her. But she didn't just pull her butt away from me. She actually broke free from my embrace and immediately put one of her hands between her legs and started towards the door. I hesitated for a second or two before following her. The stairwell light was still on which gave some light into the bathroom which was located right outside her bedroom door. I hadn't even made it to the bathroom door when I saw her sitting on the edge of the tub with her butt hanging over and inside the tub. I stopped and stared. She looked up at me with a sheepish smile and volunteered that she'd started to pee and she didn't want to pee on the bathroom rug. (The toilet was at the far end of the room.) I didn't say a word. Then she asked me to take one of the hand towels and to mop up the drips on the floor of her room and the hall. I hadn't noticed when I followed her but once I got on my hands and knees it was obvious. When I finished and came back into the bathroom she took the towel from me and, after putting it between her legs, stood up. I went to her, wrapping my arms around her and, again, nestled my bulge into the "magic triangle". This time when I finally ran my hands down to her butt it was truly wet. Even though her panties were cotton it sure felt good!

I still wasn't about to take the lead in this situation. I was uncomfortable in the sense that there was always the possibility that Elle's parents could/would come home early. It wasn't like it was that night at my house where there was no chance of being "caught in the act". So I waited for Elle to make a move. When she did it was to grab a bath towel off the rack and then she led me back to her room. After pulling the covers back on her bed she doubled the towel over and lay it right in the middle. Then she sort of pushed me backwards towards it. By then I had the picture so I got on and lay on my back. She followed and climbed on top of me. My penis was being crushed so I got her to lift off of my groin area and I pulled it free from my underpants. I remember getting an additional thrill out of feeling the wetness of her panties on the back of my hand. Once I had it positioned she dropped back down. I would've loved to have been able to "ride" or thrust it up and down between her legs as the warmth and wetness enveloped it but the coarsness of the cotton made it uncomfortable to do so. I ended up rolling her onto her side, still "plugged in", if you will. At least in this position I could have access to one of her breasts even though it was still encased by her bra.

(As an aside: In spite of the fact that we had made love (sort of) twice I still had not seen Elle naked. I'd made a few half hearted attempts to discuss the matter with her but she just shut down on me. The psyche is a strange and mystical thing and I was clueless as to how to overcome her absolute reluctance to be seen naked. I'd even tried to ask her about how she managed with her roommates at college but all she'd do was shake her head in a negative way.)

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WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19g)

Dinner was pleasant but I couldn't wait until my parents were to leave. When my mother finally got herself ready she came over to me and informed me that Elle and I were expected to babysit my brother. I couldn't believe it! He was 14 years old! Elle had been out working as a babysitter from the time she was 13. I was mad... and showed it. My father stepped in and told me, in no uncertain terms, that it was an order.

My brother and I, fours years apart in age, were never what you would call "close". More times than not I found him to be a burden. But on this night he really stepped up. He'd been smart enough to keep his mouth shut when I was opening mine. As soon as my parents were out the door he told us he didn't want us to "babysit" him as he wasn't a "baby". After eliciting the most stringent of promises from him that he wouldn't "rat" on me/us, Elle and I got our coats and headed for her house.

We laughed and skipped all the way over to her door. The key was hidden in the usual place and, once inside, went into an embrace. We still had our coats on so I didn't have much to grab but her coat. We quickly remedied that and as soon as we laid them over a chair headed for the front porch sofa. Elle sort of flopped down at an angle and I dropped in beside her. As I did I proceeded to run my hand up the inside of her left leg. She immediately rolled away and almost fell off the sofa. Seeing that I "attacked" her by grabbing her by her ribs. I'd promised a long time ago not to tickle her and even though I wasn't actually doing that, in her mind the potential was there. She then rolled onto the floor with me following. I can't remember the motions we then went through but we ended up with me sitting on top of her. I was actually sitting on her thighs and was leaning forward holding her arms by her wrists. My attention was on her face as she was screaming at me not to tickle her. After I convinced her that I wouldn't I let her arms go and sat up straight. That was when I looked down at her stomach and groin. I was actually seeing the new "sanitary panties" being modeled. I was taken by just how large the plastic crotch actually was. It seemed bigger than the picture on the box. I slowly lowered myself to be lying next to her. Once snuggled in I reached over and started rubbing her stomach. The panties were nylon on the top so that part felt good. I wasn't sure what the plastic would feel like so hesitated a bit. When I finally went between her legs I was pleasantly surprised. It turned out the plastic was very soft and malleable. But what really caught my attention was the fact that it was warm. I stayed "outside" without trying to probe what was underneath. I honestly don't know where I got the nerve to ask if she were wet but Elle answered my question with one of her own... why did I want to know?

In spite of my past efforts not to show undo interest in her wetting either by words or by trying (unsuccessfully) to hide my bulge, it became obvious that she had a pretty good idea about it. After my question she immediately sat up and looked down at me. I remember breaking out into a sweat. All I could think of was that I was "caught" and was worried what she was thinking about me. I was also worried about what was going to happen next. The exact words are long gone from my memory but she challenged me by asking if her being wet "excited" me. There was nothing I could say but "yes".

I was intensely nervous at this point and was afraid to say anything more. I sat up and as I did she stood up. I quickly followed. We stood there, looking at each other, not saying a word. Then she reached over and took my hand and led me back into the dining room. She stopped by her coat and, using just one hand, pulled something out of a pocket. Then she turned towards the stairs with me in tow.

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WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19f)

Fred was waiting for me when I got to his house. We stayed up until it was almost light outside, talking about our first college experiences. I envied Fred as Liz, his girlfriend, was attending college in the same town as his school and they could see each other daily if they so wanted. We slept until almost 11am. We then picked up Liz and went to a restaurant for lunch. When we pulled in I couldn't believe my eyes. It was owned and run by the Aunt of a former classmate of mine when I attended school in the city. I'd even been there to celebrate one of his birthdays. Before I knew it it was time to go pick up Elle. Fred had to give me general directions to Nancy's and I managed to get lost. When I finally got there I was late.

Once on our way Elle asked if I had any money. I don't think she'd ever asked me that before. I hadn't been paid for my work at the gas station so my father had given me an advance as well as some money for helping my mother the day before. I told her I had $20 and asked her why she wanted to know. She explained that she and Nancy had gone shopping that morning and that she'd seen something that she wanted. She hadn't brought any money and felt funny asking Nancy. I didn't know my way around the area so asked if she remembered where the store was. If I'd waited a few more minutes we would've driven past it on our own.

The area was known as "Miracle Mile" as almost all the stores were smaller versions of the department stores located in the city. When she saw the sign "Bloomingdale's" she told me to pull in there. I followed her into the store and she knew exactly where she was going. There was a hanging sign that read "Notions" and almost immediately after passing under it I knew exactly where we were headed. There was a beige display case with maroon script letters that read "Kleinert's". That was the name I'd seen when the two of us had been shopping back at home at Thanksgiving looking for the panties with the plastic crotch. Even though all I'd seen was a few boxes in a wooden drawer at the local department store I still recognized the name. This display was amazing. As I remember it there were five or so horozontal rows, stepped, of individual boxes. Every product made by Kleinert's was there. There were pictures right on the front so there was no doubt what was inside. Elle went right to the boxes marked "Sanitary Panty". She opened a box and, after looking around to see if anyone was nearby, pulled the panty out. She was smiling as it was the exact same thing that she'd seen Susan, her roommate at Fall party at my college, wearing. I tried to get a good look at it but she was self conscious about having it out of the box so I really didn't see much. She proceeded to look through the boxes to find her size (small) as I scanned the rest of the boxes. I saw one that interested me and pulled it out. The description read "Sanitary Bloomer" just like the one we'd seen at Thanksgiving. There was one major difference. These looked like panties as they didn't go down into the thigh area. I showed the box to Elle and asked if she'd be interested in them. As I remember it, she kind of turned up her nose at them. Not wanting to discuss this in a public place I just shut up. But I also didn't put the box back. Elle had found two boxes of the small size and was ready to go. I went to the counter to pay as she started looking at some other things. That allowed me to add the "bloomers" (which weren't) to the purchase . I remember the total cost was way less than $10. Once in the car I asked if she was going to "model" them for me. I remember her giving me one of "those" looks and smiling. She reached into the bag and, after fumbling around for a few seconds, pulled out all three boxes. This time the "look" was a frown and I knew I had some explaining to do.

By then we were on one of the Parkways so, without stop signs and lights, I was able to focus on Elle and the conversation. She had taken the "bloomers" out of the box and had them in her lap. To me it made perfect sense for her to wear them over her "package" at night and to lessen and possibly eliminate having a wet bed if she didn't wake in time to use a toilet. But she was looking at it purely from the esthetic viewpoint. They weren't pretty, for sure. Because they were cold the plastic was stiff and she just couldn't see herself wearing them. I didn't want to argue so I focused on the "sanitary panties" and, again, asked her to model them. Again, she smiled but shook her head. After pleading with her she said she'd put a pair on "later".

Because we got home late I stopped at my house first. I was fully expecting to get "an earfull" from my father but, instead, we were greeted with an invitation to Elle to join us for dinner. As it turned out (happily) Elle's parents had been invited out to a New Years Eve party and, upon hearing about it, my mother offered to have Elle eat with us. Elle and I were shocked that her parents were actually going out. It wasn't that they were anti-social but, they just weren't comfortable in a social setting away from their own home. My thoughts were immediately X-rated. My parents always went out to celebrate New Years Eve and this new development gave us a place to go. My home was out of play because my brother would be there so this was perfect... or so I thought.

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WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19e)

As it turned out my not working Friday was to my advantage. My family was moving back to our own home and my father had planned on taking the day off to effect it. With me now available he didn't have to and offered to pay me for my efforts. By doing that it also gave me the opportunity to "cover my tracks" as far as the way my newly made up bed looked. The first thing I did was to take my clothes to my room and to just sort of spread them all over the bed. I thought I was pretty clever. But, my night time visit with Elle still almost did me in. When my mother went to turn on the hot water heater she found the switch already on. I happened into the kitchen right after her "discovery" and saw the strange look on her face. I asked what was wrong and she explained what she'd found. I know my face flushed upon hearing that but, from somewhere deep inside, my "survival" mode kicked in. I told her that my father had asked me to turn up the heat just a few days ago and that I thought he meant the hot water as well. I wasn't sure that she "bought it" but I didn't stick around to find out.

I did a whole bunch of things the rest of the day, just trying to win some "points". Elle and I were going to leave after we'd eaten supper. She'd packed her bag and it was in my car before we ate so all we had to do was get in the car and go. Even though it was only about 1 and half hours to Buddy's, Elle had decided on wearing a "package". I was sort of disappointed because we'd reached a point in our relationship where I could freely ask for a "peek", meaning she'd raise the hem of her skirt to let me see what she was wearing. The "package" didn't really do anything for me.

I had a good time at the party. Elle wasn't that comfortable as she didn't know all that many people. She spent some time with Carol, Buddy's girlfriend, but she was the co-host so had to mingle amongst the guests. By 10:30pm Elle was ready to go. She'd told Nancy that she'd be there by 11pm but hadn't passed that on to me. I'd told Fred not to expect me until around 1am so leaving early was not in my plans and things at the party were just starting to "warm up". Anne, the wife of another sailor, was sort of known for being a little risque when she was drinking and she had been. I'd observed her flirting with some of the guys (older) by pulling her skirt up on her lap. She was pretty enough but my interest was in what was just a little further up than I could see. Reluctantly, Elle and I said our "good byes" and headed for Nancy's house. I kept the thought in mind to return as we drove off.

The directions were perfect. We were there in a matter of minutes. I actually said my "goodnight" to Elle in the car, not wanting to risk doing something embarassing on nancy's front stoop. I managed to slide my hand up her inner thigh only to find she was still wearing the "package". I quickly pulled my hand back and Elle made some sort of comment about it but, as I mentioned before, it just wasn't a turn on for me. We'd promised to be back home by 3pm the next day. With it being New Years Eve my father didn't want me on the road, especially in near the city. I told Elle I'd pick her up around 1pm and took off.

I decided to return to the party. Buddy was surprised to see me but when I mentioned Anne he gave me a knowing smile. I wasn't disappointed. Her husband, Tom, had gotten mad at her and had left which only emboldened her more. It's hard to describe exactly what she was doing but it seemed that wherever she "landed", be that on the lap of some guy or on a sofa or chair (or floor, when she fell) she'd have a lot of leg showing. Then, in sort of slow motion, she'd turn and, for just a few seconds, open her legs enough to see a perfect white triangle. My wanting to see her had nothing to do with not liking (loving) Elle but it was just to see another woman's panties. And, in her case, she really was a woman and not a girl. I have to admit I really enjoyed myself.

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WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19d)

As would be expected I spent a restless night trying to sleep. I had to figure out a way to wash up the wet bedding and the towels and washcloths we'd used. I left my grandparents house early in search of a laundromat. I'd heard that a new one had opened up in the area of the road widening that had taken place during the Summer. I'd not had any reason to drive through that area while I was home but I headed there that morning. Sure enough, along with a new gas station (that made eight in our tiny town!) and machine shop there was the laundromat. I'd never been in one before and was quite apprehensive. I got lucky. The owner's wife was there opening the place up for the morning and she, very generously, offered to help. When I explained that I wouldn't be able to stay she even offered to stay and put them in the dryers for me. By the time I left it was time for me to open the gas station so I didn't have time to go and inspect my mattress. It made the moring drag, wondering just how bad the damage would be. All I could think of was trying to fabricate an excuse for my mother if it was really bad.

I went back to the laundromat before picking Elle up for lunch. The lady had not only put my things into the dryer but she'd also taken them out and folded them for me. It was a nice surprise. Where I would've gone to Elle's house for lunch, today I went to my house to try and put things back together. The spot on the mattress was about the size of the turkey platter fom Christmas dinner. It was still a bit damp to the touch so I made the decision to turn it over. Out of sight, out of mind was my only thought. Even though I knew how to make up a bed I certainly didn't do it a well as my mother and that was evident after I'd finished. Next on my list of things to do was to put the towels back and make sure the bathroom was nice and neat. I don't know what made me check the bathtub but when I pulled back the shower curtain there was a pair of panties. My heart skipped a beat, for sure. Not because I was excited to see them but for the thought of what would've happened if I hadn't found them and my mother did. I picked them up and there was a faint feel of dampness. I held them up in front of me and the stain was only on the left side and all the way to the waist. It took a few seconds to figure out why. She'd wet while lying on her side. I folded them up, pot them in my coat pocket and then made double sure that I checked every place that we'd been the night before. As I locked the door I still wasn't convinced that everything was back to normal.

Elle's mother had made me a sandwich which I ate while taking Elle back to work. I hadn't really thought about what we were going to do that night. Too many other things on my mind. Back at work I had a nice surprise waiting for me. Buddy, my sailing friend, had come out from his winter home to check on his parents house. I'd meant to try to get in touch with him during the holidays but hadn't. He was there to invite me to a party at his winter home the next night. A lot of the people I raced against in the Summer would be there and even though it was on short notice, I did want to go. The problem was Elle and would she want to go. I told Buddy that I'd have to get back to him.

With that on my mind I wasn't prepared for Cliff to tell me that he really didn't need me any more. I'd had to, more or less, plead with him to hire me in the first place. If it hadn't been for his need to meet with the oil company representatives on the new building he probably wouldn't have done it. He'd hinted about it but today was the day I got the "word". The day seemed to contail a mix of everything for me.

That night we both decided to "cool it" and just stay at her house. I'd told her about the party the next night and fully expected her not to be interested. It'd been my thought to go to the party and to come right back the same night. But Elle had a different idea. Her roommate from college, Nancy, lived only 15 or 20 minutes from Buddy. Nancy had wanted Elle to visit over the holidays but she, wanting to spend as much time as possible with me, had held her off. If she did go to the party then she could do it. But it meant I'd have to find a place to stay.

I had made a concerted effort to contact my friend from boarding school, Fred, when I first got home but no one ever answered the phone. I decided to try once more and this time met success. He, his parents and his girlfriend Liz and her parents had gone to Florida for the holidays. He was more than happy to put me up for the night so, by the time I left Elle's house the "party plan" had come into being.

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WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19c)

It didn't take long for it to be time to make a "move". One reason was that my penis was encapsulated by my underpants and the way Elle was positioned I couldn't free it up. To put it simply, I was hurting. The second reason was that I couldn't use my hands and fingers on anything but her fanny. It was certainly better than doing nothing but it was time for more. Two people in a twin bed is tight to begin with but when we tried to shift it just wasn't working. Elle had to get up and let me slide over so my back was against the wall. It was cold... but when Elle snuggled in agaist me and with my penis free it didn't matter. I got Elle to open her legs so that I'd fit right in. At least one part of my body was warm.

I'd not fondled Elle's breasts in a long time. But, in this position I had my left hand free. I started in by rubbing her right breast and soon found the raised nipple even through the bra. Totally ignorant about the part that breasts played in sexual arousal I was surprised to find her very responsive. It took longer than when I was "playing" between her legs but I got her to a point where she wanted me to stop. Her hips had been semi writhing, almost the way she'd been when I was using my fingers inside her panties. With difficulty, I managed to roll her over on her back without her falling out of bed. Now, with me on top we kissed as passionately as I could ever remember. But while we were, I could feel her reaching for my penis. I think I actually held my breath when she did. But this time, after she'd used it to stroke her labia, she placed it in the opening and thrust her hips upward. With some effort I was inside... and still holding my breath. I don't have any idea how long it was before I made my first few strokes. I tried to stop to see how it/I was doing but she didn't. In truth I don't know how long I "lasted" but when I came it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

As you would expect, Elle wasn't done when I was but nothing was said (either then or later) about it. We ended up side by side with each of us holding onto the other. I won't lie. I fell asleep first. But, I also woke up first... feeling a strange warmth around my hip. Elle was definitely asleep. I could feel her slow breathing against my chest. I put my left hand down between us and found wetness. She'd peed while asleep.

Selfishly, I was concerned about my mattress. When I first came up with the idea of us using the room I'd expected that she would've used the toilet and that I'd put a bath towel under her/us. Neither of those things happened. I was so excited that she was willing to go to my room I completely forgot about both. I gently shook Elle to wake her up. When she did she let out a little shriek and then jumped out of the bed. The heater was still on and with the door closed it was very warm. She immediately started apologizing. I pulled the wet sheet and mattreas pad off and balled them up. I didn't want to turn on the light even though there was basically no one except Elle's parents living in the area during the winter. But, there was the slim chance that they might take a look while it was on and they knew my family wasn't there. So, with the wet bedding in my arms and Elle starting to cry I tried to feel just how wet the matress really was in the dark. My first guess was that the spot was the size of a serving platter and in about the same shape. I heaved a sigh and then grabbed one of Elle's hands and pulled her towards me and gave her a kiss.

We both had to get cleaned up. I put the heater back in the bathroom to warm it up and put the bedding in the tub. Even though it had only taken me a few minutes to do that, I certainly knew just where I was wet. It was cold! I went back into my room and by then Elle had calmed down. I told her to wait a few minutes before getting washed up to let the room get warm. Then she asked me to go downstairs and get her clothes and the panties she had in her coat. As I went down the stairs I was smiling as I thought about her "planning ahead" with the panties. I retrieved all her things and on the way back upstairs reached into her coat pocket and felt for the panties. I was a bit disappointed that they were cotton but it didn't really matter. I would've loved to been in the bathroom to watch her but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I'd gotten really cold when I was downstairs so I waited in my room for Elle to finish up. When she returned she was fully dressed, complete with her coat. I'd checked my underwear drawer and there were no more underpants of any size which meant I'd be bare under my pants. For some reason that bothered me but there was nothing I could do about it.

When we came downstairs I went into the kichen and lit a match to see just what time it was. We had about 20 minutes but I could sense that Elle was ready to go. To save time I just walked her home rather than go and get my car. She was quiet the whole time and when I kissed her at the door she apologized again. I told her I loved her as she disappeared inside. I then came back to the house to assess the "damage" and to try and come up with a plan to remedy it. With my parents returning on Thursday I really only had the next day. There wasn't anything that I could do right then and there so with the soiled bedding and damp towels in my arms I went and retrieved my car and headed for my grandparents house. As enjoyable and memorable the first part of the evening had been it was almost outweighed by the last part. All I could do was wonder was when we'd have a perfect night together.

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WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19b)

The next night we'd boyh been invited to an after Christmas party at Cary's house (the other girl from our town who attended the same college as Elle). We weren't really friends with most of the others who were there and we both had the same idea... cut out as soon as possible! I sort of liked the idea of going back to the place we'd gone at Thanksgiving that had the shed next to the garage. Elle made me back in this time so she'd be able to get out of the car to pee when she needed to. That way she'd the problems we'd had the last time we'd been there. As soon as I had the car stopped she was out the door. I watched as she, standing, hiked her skirt up around her waist. She was standing sideways to me and seemed to reach into her panties. I couldn't really see what she was doing but she quickly squatted down. She still wasn't about to get naked with me around and I continued to be puzzled as to why. I wasn't complaining... just puzzled. When she climbed back in she quickly flopped across my lap and lifted her left leg. Just as quickly my hand nestled into her crotch. The wetness was still warm. My only complaint was that she was wearing cotton panties and it was nowhere near as sensual as the nylon. Regardless, my fingers were inside them within the first few minutes and it was only minutes before she was squirming in my arms. I was ready for the back seat, for sure. However, she wasn't. I tried to cajole her into moving back there and the only thing I truly remember was her telling me "not to be greedy". Our "playing" didn't stop there as I continued to run my finger up down, in and around until it was time to go. As we "put ourselves back together" there was one thing different this time. Elle had brought a dry pair of panties and, as she was putting them on, I found out what she'd been doing when she first exited the car upon our arrival. As she pulled the dry panties up to her knees she lay in the sanitary pad she'd been wearing earlier. I sat there just watching and thinking how smart that was. As I drove back to my grandparents I felt a bit disappointed but still happy.

My mother had set Thursday as the target for all of us to return to our house. My father asked me to stop by the house and to turn up the heat about 5 degrees so as to start to warm the walls, floors and furniture back up. It had been set at around 60 degrees and when I'd been in there at Thanksgiving to change my clothes I had been cold. I figured I could do it during my lunch break when I brought Elle home. As I walked around the house it dawned on me how stupid I'd been. Here, right in front of me had been an absolutely safe and warm place to go with Elle and I'd missed it. But, with two more nights to go I started getting excited just thinking about it. My parents had modernized and enlarged the kitchen soon after my brother and I left for school. One of the new things I found was an electric hot water heater to replace the old kerosene heater. As I looked at it I saw the electric panel box door open and saw a little white sticker next to one of the switches. It was for the heater. My mind, now working a mile a minute, told me that I could turn it on and that way we'd have warm water to wash up with. Next, I went up to my room. There were two twin beds in there. I knew it'd be crowded with two of us in it but I didn't have the nerve to even think about using either my grandparents or parents double beds. I also realized that at 65 degrees it'd still be cool in there. I knew I could turn the heat up some more but, remembering that there was a portable electric heater in the bathroom, decided to use it instead. My "plan" intact, I decided to wait to tell Elle about it. I couldn't wait until evening.

The "excuse" for the night was that we were going to the movies. Elle had talked with her roommate, Nancy, who had told her about the movie she'd just seen. Elle felt she got enough information from Nancy to be able to bluff her mother about it. We immediately drove to our new place to park the car. Having just left home Elle didn't need to pee so we just sat and talked for a while. It was a cool, windless night so I asked her if she wanted to go look at the water. That always worked, especially since leaving for college as she really missed seeing the water. Out at the bulkhead I suggested that we walk towards my house. It was only four houses away so it wasn't an unreasonable request. When we walked around to the door and up on the porch she became concerned. I calmed her a bit and as I opened the door could feel that it was fairly warm. I led her out to the porch (inside) so we could look at the water. I moved around so I was standing in front of her. With no lights we had to relay on the ambient light and by then our eyes were acustomed to the darkness. I could see some concern on her face but I opened her coat and wrapped my arms around her body, kissing her in the process. I could feel some resistance but kept on going. When I felt her relax I dipped down so as to get at least my right hand under her skirt and slip. I wasn't sure how that would go but, again, she didn't resist. I was hoping to find her in nylon panties as I'd asked if she'd wear them. It was cotton that I felt but there was no pad. At least that was some progress.

I suggested that we sit(lay) on the couch. That was the trigger for her to ask what was going on. Not wanting her to get the wrong idea all I said was that it had seemed silly to be struggling in the car when we had the house. It wasn't like she jumped up and said "what a great idea!" but when she lay across my lap I knew she was accepting of the idea. I'm not sure how long we stayed like that before I suggested that it might be time for a visit to the bathroom. What I wanted to say was "please tinkle through your panties" but I just couldn't. When she returned my hand went right to her crotch. It wasn't wet but I knew immediately that she hadn't wiped. My fingers quickly made their way inside and it wasn't long afterwards that she was trying to get me to stop. I fought her off for a few minutes before she just rolled off my lap and onto the floor. I followed her there and lay pretty much on top of her while trying to get my hand up her skirt. I got lucky and was once again inside the panties. This time when she'd reached "that point" I had her sort of pinned down. She was pleading for me to stop, much the way she would if I tickled her. I whispered something like "do you really want me to?" and she smiled up at me and shook her head from side to side. While still over her I started unbuttoning her blouse. She didn't resist at all and, in fact, started unbuttoning her skirt. With her blouse and coat off it didn't take long for 65 degrees to seem like it was freezing. I pulled her coat back up over her shoulders and then pulled her up to standing. When I did her skirt fell to the floor. Her slip spoiled my view. Taking her hand I led her to the stairs. What was interesting was that there weren't many words being spoken by either of us. At the top of the stairs we turned left and into my room. It was nice and warm in there what with the heater on. I slipped my shirt and pants off and pulled her slip down. I climbed in first and, on my back, reached out to her. She came down right on top of me with my "bulge" right in between her legs and into her pubic area. Even with my T shirt and underpants on and her still in her bra and panties it was a special moment.

To be continued...

WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19a)

After our return to school I'd be willing to bet that I saw more snow fall over the next three weeks than I'd seen in my 18 years. It snowed each and every day. Some days a little... some days a lot. But, classes were never cancelled. Money, and the lack of it, continued to be a problem. Elle and I had set the middle weekend of the three plus weeks of school we had before the Christmas break for me to visit. Donny had decided that he'd not be going home with less than four weeks to go until we'd be off again but I was told I'd be welcome at his house if I went over. I used my last unexcused "cuts" so as to be at the bus stop on time. As usual it was snowing and, as we were in a rural area, radio forecasts were useless. I had no idea what to expect and just assumed that the bus would be running. I waited for over and hour and when I saw lights starting to go on in the stores across the street I finally gave up. My parents had friends who ran a small mens clothing store in the town. At Thanksgiving my father had chastized me for not having stopped in to say "hello" to them. I was cold and my toes actually hurt so I decided to walk across the street to their store. As I started into the store I saw my reflection in the window. There was at least an inch of snow on the hood and shoulders of my coat. I shook off as much as I could and walked in. The rush of warmth was very welcome. After the pefunctory introductions were over we got to talking and I explained what I was attempting to do. They insisted that I call Elle to explain the situation. She, like me, was disappointed but there was little either of us could do. The couple who owned the store, the "B's", made me promise to stop by anytime I was downtown. I didn't know it at the time but this relationship was to become an important part of my life.

The last day of classes before the Christmas break for me was a Wednesday. It was also the first day that it didn't snow since we'd returned. I hoped it was a good omen for the upcoming vacation. I'd managed to find a ride that would take me right through the town where my grandparents lived. My parents had decided, much to my dismay, not to return home for Christmas. Even though my grandfather was basically healed, my grandmother's arthritis was worse. Tradition was big in my family and Christmas dinner was ALWAYS at their house. My mother, in trying to work out the logistics of pulling that off while maintaining her own home decided against reopening our house until after it was over. I was promised that we'd be back home a few days afterwards. Again, it was a case of not being happy about the situation but not in a position to do anything about it. I had no idea what was about to happen but my mother's decision turned out to be very good for me.

Elle's last class was on Thursday so there was a day's lag in our schedules. I'd managed to persuade Cliff, the owner of the gas station where I'd worked part time during the Summer, to hire me for part of my Christmas vacation. He was in the process of negotiating with the gasoline company who supplied him to build a brand new three bay garage. My presence would allow him time to get a lot of the details worked out. Because it was the slow season (our area was primarily geared for Summer activities) the hours were much reduced which worked for me. Elle was going to replace her mother at the drug store while she was home and our hours were to coincide so that was good. At the close of my first day I went to her house to wait for her return. I was disappointed to find that she'd decided to spend the nite at Nancy's (one of her roommates). That left me no choice but to spend the evening with my family. It was a LONG night.

There was no way to communicate with Elle as I didn't know Nancy's last name and I didn't want to ask Elle's parents for it. Friday was a very long day. I knew that she was to arrive on the noon train but I had to stay at the gas station. When 6pm finally arrived I drove down to her house and, again, was disappointed to find no one home. It was frustrating, to say the least. I waited for over an hour with still no sign of her. By the time I got to my grandparents house I was way late for dinner. My parents were not very happy with me, (It would've been great to've had a cell phone at that time) so much so that I wasn't allowed to go out. The more I pleaded the more stubborn they became. Here it was, two days into my vacation and I still hadn't seen Elle.

Saturday was Christmas eve and Cliff decided to close at 3pm. I immediately headed for the drug store. Thank goodness business was slow as Elle and I got in one quick embrace and then settled for talking. Elle invited me to her house for supper and this time I did use the phone. It was OK'ed but I was told to be home in time for the midnight Christmas eve church service. For a few minutes I was happy but Elle and I never really had any time alone. I had to wait until late Christmas day to go visit Elle. I didn't have a present for her but she knew that as soon as I got paid that it would be coming. Her father was asleep in his chair and her mother was finishing up in the kitchen. Like we did the previous Christmas, Elle and I went into the living room to look at her presents. Almost immediately recieved my first "present", even though I don't believe it was intentional. As Elle sat down on the floor she gave me a beautiful upskirt look at her panties. I was pleasantly surprised to not see the bulge that had become almost a part of her. I could immediately see that the panties were nylon and not cotton. I would've loved to reach over and touch them (and her) but with her mother nearby I didn't even make a move in that direction. Her present to me was a beautiful wool sweater. I felt guilty opening it as I didn't have anything for her (yet). We had to wait until it was time for me to leave before we could get really close. Rarely did we ever get to embrace with the lights on but we did on this night. I had my coat on and was just about to go out the door when Elle gave me my second unexpected "present". She'd been holding the open door and suddenly let it go and grabbed the hem of her skirt. In one fairly quick motion she lifted it (and her slip) up to her chest, hesitated for a few seconds and then slowly let it down. I know that this time it was planned. The vision of that helped make my trip back to my grandparents a pleasant one... and gave me hope for the rest of the vacation.

To be continued...

LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the fall (Part 18j)

There were two back porches at my grandparents house. In the fall and early winter one acted like a refrigerator housing vegetables and other things that needed to be kept cool. I took a chance that no one would go out there the next moning so stashed my wet coat there for the night. It worked and the next moning, when leaving for Elle's, I bundled up in a sweater and just grabbed the coat and threw it over my arm. I got to Elle's house only to find a car blocking the driveway. I had to drive past and turn around. By doing that I saw wash on the line. I slowed and took it all in. There were sheets, a bed pad and the skirt and slip Elle had worn the previous night. More important to me were the panties also hanging there. When I got inside I was introduced to Nan's aunt. She'd been away when Nan left for school and wanted to see her so drove out from the city. Elle hadn't yet come down so I waited on the porch. When she did, and was able to escape from Nan and her aunt, she came and sat down beside me. She had a bit of a frown on her face and, even before I had a chance to try and give her a peck on the cheek, she asked if I could take her shopping. My internal reation was "What's this? She NEVER goes shopping!" Whispering, she explained that she'd "missed" during the night and it was a reminder that she really needed more heavy cotton panties than the four that Carol had loaned her. THAT was real progress, as far as I was concerned. Here, she'd actually mentioned panties to me without me cajoling her to do so. I was excited! There was something else as well. She wanted to see if she couldn't find the same kind of panties that she'd been exposed to at my college's Fall house party when rooming with Susan. It was OK by me, for sure!

Even though we were going to be shopping right down the street from my grandparents house I elected not to stop there. (Long story.) I felt that the best place to start was at the one department store in town. When we walked through the door I steered her right to the lingerie department. I hadn't given any thought to the fact that she might find that kind of strange. However, she didn't say anything. An older lady came to wait on us and Elle, shy as ever, had to refer to a piece of paper to be able to ask for what she was looking for. Carol's heavy cotton panties had a label that read "Carol Brent" and, after asking, was told the store didn't carry that brand. She then hesitated and turned as if to go. I grabbed her arm and reminded her of the other thing she was looking for. I could see she was very uncomfortable. Finally she was able to stammer out the brand, "Kleinert's". The lady motioned for us to follow her across the aisle where she pulled a drawer out from under the counter. She rummaged through it finally pulling out a box that showed the contents as being bloomers. This definitely was not what Elle was looking for and, very nervous, thanked the lady and turned to leave.

Out in the street once again she said she better find a toilet. The town diner was almost directly across the street so we went there. I ordered us some hot chocolate just to allow her time to relax. I suggested that we go down to the ladies clothing store at the end of the street and, once again, were told that Carol Brent" was a brand foreign to them. Elle was clearly getting frustrated and didn't even ask about the other panties. Outside, I asked if the panties had to be the exact same as Carol's. She explained that she really wanted to replace the ones Carol had loaned her with new ones. I then asked if, for her own use, any other brand would do and managed to bring up the pair of Carter's that I'd given her a while back. She gave me a sort of smile back and admitted she was actually wearing them right then and there. That brought a "rise" to a certain part of my anatomy. One of the reasons I'd suggested that we go to the store at the end of the street was that we had to walk past the store that I'd discovered carried the Carter's products. Since it was basically known as "The Little Hat Shop" the window displays were ladies hats. But, the other name for the store was "The Rose Shop" and that was the part that sold infants and childrens clothing. For some reason, those items weren't displayed in the window but, there was a small sign showing the Carter's logo. As we walked past I pointed to it and stopped, suggesting that we go in. Seeing all the hats she thought I was crazy but I started in without her. She followed and we were greeted by a short heavyset woman whose face reminded me of a bulldog. I had to nudge Elle into speaking and, not quite sure what to ask for, she finally stammed out that she was looking for some cotton panties. The lady asked what size and Elle, caught by surprise, answered "Size 5, I think.". The lady, not even batting an eye, asked who they were for. I could visably see Elle's face turning crimson. When Elle indicated that they were for her the lady reached for a drawer behind the counter. As she did I could see the number 16 on the front on the front. When she put it on the counter there were all these individual packages inside. She pulled out about 4 or 5 and spread them out on the counter. I could see a pre-printed price on them... 69 cents. She then asked how many and then Elle turned to me. I didn't know what to say but, for some unknown reason I said "ten". Efficiently, the lady counted out ten, put them in a paper bag and asked for six dollars and ninty cents. (No tax in those days.)

Outside, Elle said she was ready to go home. I asked about looking for the other panties and she just shook her head no. I wondered if Nan and her aunt would be there and was pleasantly surprised when we got there to find we were alone. Elle's mother was at work but it was obvious that she'd come home for lunch as there were sandwiches on the table waiting for us. The question was where were Nan and her aunt. All the way back I'd been sort of daydreaming that maybe I could get Elle to model her new panties for me, somewhat the way MJ had done for me at our "goodbye". I think we were both apprehensive about Nan and her aunts' whereabouts. I didn't want to "push" Elle to do something that she didn't want to do and yet, I got the feeling that she wanted to do "something". After we cleaned up the table I took her in my arms and got a very "willing" kiss in return. As usual, my hands went right to her behind and, as usual, I looked for the feel of the leg openings of her panties. As I did this I also felt a bulge. Not wanting to take a chance on not being able to find a toilet while shopping, she'd worn a pad. That was why she had the Carter's panty on when I'd asked about it. I slid one hand to her front and was pressing on the pad. She pushed away and, with a sly smile on her face, turned and headed for the downstairs bathroom. She was back quickly but the first thing I noticed was that she hadn't zipped the front of her jeans. I could see a nice white "vee" from her waist to her crotch. My hand went between her legs in less than a second. There was no doubt that it was "exciting" and was even moreso when I felt a little dampness. Fortunately, the driveway had a built in "alarm". The drive was made of small stones and as soon as a car rolled onto them it made an unmistakable sound. Elle was able to put herself together by the time Nan and her aunt walked in. I wasn't happy but it was better than nothing.

I was told that I had to eat dinner with my family as it was my last night home before returning to school. Not that Elle and I had anything planned but it was an unwanted interruption. Since Elle and I'd supposedly been to the movies the night before we didn't really have any place to go that night, especially with Nan there. We ended up playing board games at the dining room table. Janie, the girl from up the road, also joined us. I'd hoped that Elle's parents would go to bed early so that we'd have some "private time". The thing was that since TV was relatively new to them they stayed and watched until 11:30pm. Then they pretty much told Elle to go to bed since she'd have to be up at 5am to catch the train back to school. There was nothing I could say. I did get one "real" kiss but not much else. All I could do was to look forward to the next time I'd see Elle. It was a very lame ending to a vacation that I'd hoped to be a memorable one and wasn't.

To be continued...

LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18i)

We sat in the front seat, winter coats on, and just looked at each other. I finally reached out and tried to pull Elle closer. Eventually she snuggeld in and, still sitting and facing forward, opened her coat. As I remember it we talked about trivial things... until Elle sat up and reached for the door. Both of us had lost track of time but her bladder hadn't. She tried opening the door but it hit the side of the garage and she couldn't get out. It only took a few seconds but she was in a full blown panic as she tried climbing over me to open my door. The problem was I was still behind the steering wheel and that wasn't going to work. I tried to calm her down as I tried opening the door. I remember her yelling "HURRY! I'm going!".

Even after all these years I still don't know what came over me at that moment. I had my right hand on her hip trying to push her off me while I tried the door handle. When the door opened I put my left hand on her other hip and, more or less, held her there. She had one knee between my legs and was squirming, trying to get me to move and to get out. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" still resonates in my mind. I slid towards her side and as I did she then tried to finish climbing over me. That's when I really grabbed and held her. I didn't expect her to capitulate so readily. She stopped fighting and just relaxed, straddling me. Within seconds I could feel the warmth of her pee across my groin. Within seconds we were kissing passionately.

Reason took over after a while and we took our coats off, trying to keep them somewhat dry. As we did Elle started laughing... and so did I. My pants were soaked and so was part of Elle's skirt. We didn't know what else to do... except to laugh. The car heater was keeping us warm as we tried to figure out what to do. There was no way my pants were going to get dry but I took them off anyway. I persuaded Elle to take her skirt (and slip) off by telling her I thought we could get them dry by the time she had to be home. I put the glove campartment (I'm really dating myself here) door down and hung the skirt so the blower from the heater would hit the wet area. But the real question was what were we going to do with ourselves for the rest of the evening. I checked the time and it was around 9pm or so. Three hours to go.

Needless to say my "bulge" was more like a mountain within my underpants. Our wetness wasn't a problem for the front seat as it was covered with plastic seat covers. However, the back seat was cloth. Over the summer we'd left a stain or two but if we moved back there, since I didn't have anything to put under us, it would be a big one. I saw my coat lying back there. The next thing we knew we were both in the back seat.

We took our usual positions... me sitting with Elle lying on her right side across my lap... and my right hand in her crotch, fingers massaging her wet panties. Time is irrelevant here but it wasn't long before I'd worked Elle up to a "fever pitch". She tried to move my hand but I wouldn't let her. Even when she pushed her way up to a semi sitting position I wouldn't let up with my fingers. When she finally made it up to a full sitting position she immediately came over to straddle me. We'd only had the one time right before leaving for college and she'd been lying down across the back seat. She worked her lower body right up into my groin and was kissing me far more passionately than I could remember. I was certainly enjoying it! Then, quite suddenly, she backed away and, grabbing my penis, attempted to get it inside her panty leg. It didn't work at first so she then used two hands. I was holding my breath, praying I wasn't going to come. But, all the "action" was just too much for me... and I could feel the pulsing as I "exploded". She didn't realize it and continued, frantically trying to get me inside her. It just wasn't to be.

To say we were both disappointed is putting it mildly. I was probably more embarassed than anything else. What we were faced with was another mess and basically nothing to use to clean ourselves up with. The only relatively dry thing to use we had was my T shirt. Like my coat, it too was sacrificed. After we'd done the best we could we climbed back into the front seat and tried to figure out just waht to do now. Elle's slip and skirt had dried but when she put the skirt up to her nose she winced. Actually, she was in better shape than I was in that her parents would be asleep when she got home. It was what to do with the clothes that had gotten wet that was the problem. For me, my pants and underpants were wet (and cold) as well as my coat. How to explain that to my parents was my dilemma. I didn't have a clue. Elle proceeded to get dressed and I, as much as I dreaded it did too. Even with the heat inside the car, the cold, clammy feeling was terrible. By then it was after 11pm which meant that the movie was over. Taking Elle home early, although unusual, wouldn't create another problem so we decided on that.

I left her off at the end of her driveway and watched her disappear into the house. I sat in the car until I saw the light go on in her room and then drove off. I don't know what triggered the idea but I suddenly remembered that I had a key to my house on the car keychain. I quickly doubled back and pulled into my driveway. The outdoor cold "attacked" my wet pants as I ran up the walkway. I'd taken about half my clothes to college with me so it wasn't hard to find another pair of pants. The underwear drawer was almost bare but I did find one pair of underpants that fit. Now the problem was in what to do with the wet things. As I pulled on the dry pants I thought of the attic. I made a quick trip up there and stowed the wet things under the eaves. Now I had to remember they were there! My coat was another, totally different, problem. I really only had one winter coat and, even though it didn't look bad, a quick "sniff" told another story. But what was I to do...

To be continued...

LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18h)

By the time the girls finally came downstairs it was after 11am. I gave Elle a hug and a peck on the cheek, still wary of her mother's disdain for displaying affection. There was a lot I wanted to talk with Elle about but, with Nan present, that wasn't possible. To make "small talk" I asKed how their trip home was. That started something as both answered at once. The long and short of it was that the guy driving drove like a maniac and smoked like a chimney. Nan volunteered that on top of that he was a real "creep" in that he wouldn't stop for Elle to use a rest room on the last part of the trip because "he had a date". I looked at Elle and got the impression that she would've been happier to tell that part to me herself. They went on to say that they weren't going back with him and would be taking the train. I had no idea how to get to Elle's college by train but I did know that the only train leaving our town left at 6am. They had pretty much worked out the details on their own. That news meant that I would only have the rest of the day (and night) and Saturday with Elle and that I had to share her with Nan. It seemed like I couldn't catch a break.

While eating lunch Nan got a call from an old boyfriend and would be spending the afternoon with him. Elle and I wanted to make contact with some friends and also to try to solidify jobs for the Christmas break. Even though we were together there wasn't much chance to have "private time". When we returned we found that Nan had a "date" for that night. We'd talked during our travels that afternoon and had hoped that might be the case. When it worked out that way we were able use the "scripted" plans we'd discussed for the evening. We told her parents that we were going to the movies but we had no intention of going. In the Summer, whenever we'd go to the movies, Elle's mother would always ask what it was about the following day. With me having just seen a local movie the night before we knew we were "covered" for that contingency. At last I was happy!

I deliberately arrived late (after 7pm) in order to give us more time. The movies started at 7pm and 9pm. We'd used this ploy during the Summer as well. There was one other thing though. Curfew for Elle had been extended to midnight. Elle (and Nan) had pleaded with Elle's mother to use the same curfew as at college. On Saturday nights it was midnight so, reluctantly, she agreed. I want to say that I remember Elle being "anxious" when I picked her up. I know I was. Even with a couple of hours time to plan for our time together I showed up without a clue. We drove away from her house with each of us asking the other "Where do you want to go?". The most obvious (and closest) was at the abandoned garage where we'd spent most of our "personal" time at the end of the Summer. I was concerned because with Winter upon us all the foliage that had camafloged us during the Summer was gone. We were both still leery of our old spot by the creek because of the incident where a car had driven in upon us. The other choices were by the closed Boy Scout camp and down at the sailing club. As silly as it seems we ended up at the Sweet Shop next to the movies. We hadn't gotten to the point of arguing but we needed a "break". After sodas we actually decided to go back to our own home are. As a Summer community almost all the homes were closed up and vacant. There was a house just down the beach from mine that I remembered had an open shed attached to the garage. There was enough ambient light for me to traverse the driveway and to park under the shed. By then we were both very, very anxious. For sure, part of it was from nerves. But, I think we both remembered, and longed for, the intimate moments we'd briefly shared over the past three months. The problem was that neither of us wanted to make the first "move".

To be continued...

LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the fall (Part 18g)

Thanksgiving day was brutally long and boring. I tried to persuade my father to drive me home to get my car but he'd already made up his mind. My brother and I ended up playing dominoes and solitare most of the day and then went to the movies that night. True to his word my father did get up early Friday and drove me home to get the car. It needed a "jump" to start but other than that it was fine. I knew Elle (and Nan) wouldn't be up that early, especially with no classes so took an early morning drive. It sure felt good to be driving again. I arrived back at Elle's house around 10 am and the girls still weren't up. I always had a hard time making conversation with Elle's mother but, on this day, she was full of questions about college. Answering questions was always easier than trying to think of something to say. We were so involved that we didn't see Nan appear in the kitchen doorway. She was looking for some asprin as she'd woken up with a headache. I was surprised at what she was wearing (or not wearing, depending upon your point of view). From where I was sitting all I could see was a flannel shirt that she was holding closed with one hand. She kind of hung in the doorway until Elle's mother gave her the asprin. At that point she stepped into the kitchen and, for some unknown reason, let the shirt go open. I caught a glimpse of one of her breasts (very tiny) and a side view of her panties (white nylon). I wasn't prepared for that. When she turned to leave, instead of staying turned towards the sink she turned back towards the middle of the kitchen and gave me a full frontal view of her panties. She did have the front of the shirt clapsed in one hand again but my interest was definitely on her midsection. The one vivid memory of that was the crotch line. Not that I'd seen all that many actually while on a girl, but this was definitely higher than I remembered. I quickly made another notation in my mind to try and find who made them. Elle's mother noticed the look on my face and when I realized that she did I blushed as red as a tomato.

Neither Elle's mother or I thought to ask if Elle was awake. It wasn't long before Nan was back to tell us that the upstairs toilet was clogged. I remember Elle's mother having a scowl on her face after hearing that. She retrived the plunger from the downstairs bathroom and then gave me a sort of pleading look. She asked if I knew how to do it. I'd had plenty of experience as one of our toilets had a problem that way. I took the plunger and followed Nan upstairs. THAT... was a trip! I couldn't have scripted it better even in one of my fantasies. My eyes never left her butt, step after step. In thinking about it I'm surprised I didn't trip up the stairs. I'd mentioned earlier that her front crotchline was higher than I'd ever seen before. Well, I was sort of expecting the same for the rear but I was disappointed. It was still the longest and closest view I'd ever had.

The bathroom was on the right at the top of the stairs. Nan went on into the bedroom and I went into the bathroom. Truthfully, I wasn't looking forward to the job. Seeing Nan's panties surely helped but the thing that made it really OK was what I saw in the bathtub. There was a pile of wet sheets and, draped over the end by the toilet, panties. It was obvious that Elle had "missed" during the night. I went up by the toilet and found I couldn't take my eyes off the panties. What really caught my eye was that it was really two. It was one of the "packages" that Elle wore at night. I knew that the panties had been loaned to Elle by her roommate, Carol, but I'd never really seen them up close. I looked in the toilet and, even though I'd expected the worst, I was only looking at pee and toilet paper. I flushed it and then plunged it a few times and watched as it successfully went down. I immediately turned back to the panties. I reached into the tub and picked them up. My curiosity was in finding out who made them. They looked like the Carter's Spanky Pants that I was familiar with but, when I'd felt them on Elle, they'd felt a lot softer. I couldn't believe how heavy the "package" was. When I got them up high enough to see them clearly I realized that they still contained the soaked sanitary pads in. I know I was shaking as I was doing this as the door was wide open. I was probably perspiring as well. I flushed the toilet again to make it seem like I was still working on it. Then I peeled the top pair down looking for the label. "Carole Brent" is what it read. That was a new one on me, not that I was all that knowlegeable in the panty brands game. I quickly dropped them back to where I'd found them and headed downstairs.

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LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18f)

Lunch was not a part of the weekend so we ended up at the student Co-Op. We were supposed to meet Billy at his fraternity at 3:30pm for Elle's trip back to her college. After a snack we agreed to study until 2pm or so. I'd offered to escort Elle to the bathroom on each of her trips but she, wisely, declined. Even though it was late October it had warmed up enough so that a light sweater was all that was needed to wear outside. We decided to take advantage of the sun and walked a few yards down the hill below the library. We sat down on the grass and took in the scenery. Elle had pulled her legs up towards her chest and was leaning back on her arms. Oh how I wanted to slide down in front of her and to take a peek. When she closed her eyes I did just that, knowing she wouldn't be happy when she saw where I was. When I finally reached a place where I had a "view" she opened her eyes. She immediately dropped her legs but, surprisingly, was smiling. Over the next few minutes I pleaded with her to let me have a peek. I knew she was teasing me when she'd open her legs for a split second and then close them. After a minute I decided to take "action". I knew she was ticklish and we'd had a sort of "agreement" that I wouldn't tickle her for no reason. I felt that her teasing was reason enough. Once I was on my hands and knees I lept forward ending up on top of her. My fingers immediately went to her ribs. It only took a few seconds for her to give up by saying that she'd do "anything" to make me stop. When I told her I wanted to see her panties she gave me one of those "what in the world for" looks. After looking around in all directions she, again, pulled her legs up. I put my hands on her knees to spread them and she, initially, resisted. Then, surprising me, she just let them fall away to an almost yoga position. We were facing the sun so I had a totally unobstructed view with plenty of light. I can honestly say that it was the first "camel toe" I'd ever seen. Of course at that particular time in my life I didn't know that. It was caused by the fact that Susan's panties were a bit too small for Elle but I know that my memory of those few seconds are forever etched into my brain. With the bright sun I got a great look. They appeared to "shimmer" so I assumed they were nylon. I wanted to touch them so badly but, having won this "battle" I didn't want to push my luck.

To say the weekend was a failure would not be fair. I did enjoy being with Elle even if our innermost desires were denied. There were some definite positives, the most important one being that I'd met Bob and Susan.

There was three and a half weeks of classes until we went home for Thanksgiving. As much as I wanted to see Elle again before then, again, money was an issue. Party weekend had drained what little I had and, in fact, I had to borrowed some. When the next $20 from my grandfather arrived it was mostly gone. Then, Elle expected her period during that time. So, selfishly, I didn't want to spend another frustrating weekend with little or no "satisfaction", and opted not to go at all. There was one other thing and that was I had to pay cash for my ride home of the holiday. As it turned out I had just enough.

The month of November had not been kind to my family back at home. My grandmother's arthritis became accute and, on top of that my grandfather came down with shingles. My grandmother was unable to care for him so my parents decided to move to move in with them to help out. The plan was to be back home by Christmas but I knew I'd staying at my grandparents house for Thanksgiving. That was one problem for me as far as Elle was concerned and that was I would be without my car for at least a day. That meant I wouldn't see her until Friday. Another was that Elle had invited Nan (her high school friend) to come home with her. With Nan's parents in Florida and the holiday from school so short, there was no way for her to visit them. Nan, because she'd decided to attend the same college as Elle so late, wasn't housed in the same area as the majority of the other kids. That, and her class choices didn't match Elle's, kept them apart for most of the time they were at school. This was a way to get caught up... but, as I looked at it, at my expense. Whereas I'd been so looking forward to this vacation I was having my doubts now that it was here.

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LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18e)

I asked her if she'd washed out any of the panties she'd wet and she said she hadn't. She didn't want to be caught washing them out in the bathroom. That, and she didn't want to just have them drying by hanging on the backs of the desk chairs out in the open room. I asked her why she didn't use the closet but it surprised me to hear that the closets in all the rooms the girls were using had been taped shut. I thought about it for a minute and told her that if she'd wash a few out that I'd hang them in my closet. She smiled but said "no". At least I'd offered.

At this point we decided to not wander very far from the SU for the rest of the afternoon. At least, that way, she'd have ready access to a bathroom. The big evening event was a dance in the gymnasium. It was open to all and Elle had brought a dress just for it. We debated about going or not going and, after meeting up with Susan and Bob, decided to go. The band was billed as the Tommy Dorsey Band although he was dead. It was a Big Band sound, popular in the 30's and 40's, and really was enjoyable. Elle made it through without a problem and, like the night before the night ended for us without much fanfare. I enjoyed Elle's company but I was hungering for more.

I'd hoped that Elle had enjoyed another good night but the look on her face told me it wasn't. Susan and Bob were with us for breakfast so, again, there wasn't any opportunity to question Elle. We'd agreed that we'd both study after breakfast but Elle had to vacate her room by 10am. To save time I suggested that we move her things to my room and then head for the library. It was the first chance for us to talk alone. Elle had "missed" at some time during the night and ended up having to sleep in a wet bad. When Susan woke up and realized Elle's situation (no clean dry panties and no sanitary napkins) she came to her rescue. Even though she (Susan) was a bit smaller than Elle she offered her a pair of her panties and a couple of pads. Elle had no real choice but to accept. Hearing that news I immediately wanted to know what kind of panties they were. Of course I wasn't going to ask but put it in my mind to try and find out some way or another.

Our library was archaic. They'd started construction of a new one but it was still over a year away. Many of the books were stored in bins in the lower levels. We, at school, called them the dungeons and it was a real pain when you had to go retrieve one. Being a party weekend, the library was almost deserted. The ladies restroom was located on the first of the three lower levels. I offered to show Elle where it was and, by so doing, actually found the first place where we could be completely alone. Elle was uncomfortable at first but after we walked the entire floor and saw no one she relaxed. At the ends of each of the row of bins were little study cubicles. By moving the chair away and stepping in we were hidden from view unless someone happened to walk right up to us. I'd been looking for something like this all weekend. My bulge was instantaneous with the first kiss. I had to satisfy myself by holding onto her butt cheeks and feeling the panty elastics through her skirt. I made one feeble attempt to pull the hem of her skirt up but she slapped my hand away. At least it was something but it didn't last long enough!

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LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18d)

After Elle washed up and changed we walked back down to the SU. She said her roommate had arrived and had left a note. Her name was Susan and she was wearing a blue and white striped sweater and hoped that Elle would try to find her at the "mixer". Looking for her and finding her turned out to be the most exciting thing we did. I didn't know her date, Bob, but, with almost 400 freshman on campus, that wasn't a surprise. There was a local band providing dance music but, for me, it was undancable. Bob and Susan pretty much agreed so we sat around and got to know each other. As we got talking it became very evident that Bob and I shared quite a few things in common. As kids we'd both spent time living in the city and both of us had gone to private schools and then on to boarding school. He'd dated Susan, on and off, for about three years and started going "steady" at the beginning of the Summer.
Susan, on the other hand, was as different as day and night from Elle. Her family had money and she was attending an exclusive girls college. She'd been exposed to the "Arts" from the time she was child and had done quite a bit of travelling. To me she seemed to have an "air" of superiority about her but was very pleasant while we were all together. We all decided to "bag" the rest of the "mixer" and to get a good night of sleep. Bob and I put our heads together trying to think of some place we could have some privacy with the girls but nothing came to mind. The night ended with nothing more than another platonic kiss and hug.

The four of us met for breakfast the next morning. I was really curious as to how Elle had handled telling Susan about her problem or, if she did at all. With Bob and Susan so close she wouldn't even give me a hint. There was an official campus tour that was being offered and Elle really wanted to do it. Bob and Susan chose not to participate. I now know that if Elle had realized what was entailed she wouldn't have done it either.

It was a walking tour and took us to some places that I didn't know even existed. We started at the Athletic facilities and then moved to the perimeter of the campus. That became a problem... for Elle. I'd suggested that Elle use the bathroom when we were at the gymnasium but she declined. She was still very shy about bodily functions, especially with strangers around. I couldn't understand why walking into a bathroom in front of people was such a big deal, but that was her mindset. It turned out to be a mistake for her. It was over an hour before we arrived at another building with facilities. When she returned to me after her toilet visit she asked how far it was from there to the dorms. That told me enough to know she had a real problem. It was about 20 minutes away and we left immediately. With no one around I again asked how it had gone with Susan the night before. As you can imagine she wasn't in the best of moods but, after a minute or two, opened up.

When Elle and I had left the bonfire the night before she had put on her night time "package" after washing up. She figured that it would be less embarassing to do it then, without her roommate present. She ended up having no problems the rest of the evening. When it came time to turn out the lights she, reluctantly, decided that she better tell Susan about the alarms and why she needed them. To Elle's surprise, she was very sympathetic. One of her brothers had the same problem. She'd made it through the night dry and had left the "package" on when she got up, not wanting to take a chance on what the day would bring. As it turned out it had been a good choice what with her current situation. What I found very interesting was that she continued talking. She said that she'd noticed that Susan was wearing a different kind of panty. This was the first time Elle had ever mentioned someone else's panties. Of course I was interested! As it was, Susan had her period and these panties were made with a plastic crotch so that if the sanitary pad leaked it wouldn't get into her clothes. She went on that she'd been thinking about them ever since and thought they might be a good thing for her especially in a situation like the present. I asked if she'd spoken to Susan about them and said she hadn't. Knowing Elle, it figured. Her shyness kept her from asking questions that had anything to do with personal things. I immediately encouraged her to pursue it... finding out who made them and where Susan had purchased them.

The big event for the weekend was the football game. Neither of us was really into football but with all the excitement and pagentry we got sucked up into it. We found Bob and Susan during lunch and joined them for the game. Even though I'd been at school for six plus weeks I'd not attended a football game. After seeing the stadium at Elle's school, this one was was a disappointment. There were only wooden bleachers and not much else. In truth it was nothing more than a high school field with more seating. Even before halftime Elle had had it. We excused ourselves from Bob and Susan and headed back up the hill to her room. I debated with myself weather to ask how bad it was. It was at least a 15 minute walk, plus the hill. We made it to what we, at school, called the "break". That was about 1/3 the way up and where the main path split. There was also a small level space where you could stop and catch your breath. When we stopped I finally asked. She shook her head and had a look of despair on her face. As we made our way up the rest of the hill she told me that she'd tried to plan for any and all contingencies but her plan wasn't working. She'd worn one "package" on her way over, not knowing what to expect and she'd brought one other hoping that it would be enough. She'd also brought four extra panties and six extra sanitary pads. But, she'd already gone through both "packages" and, after the impending change, she realized that she'd be down to just the panties she'd be wearing and two pads. I didn't know what to say.

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LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (part 18c)

It took about an hour to walk to Donnie's house. I had a LOT of time to think about our (Elle's and mine) situation and couldn't think of anything to improve it. We weren't allowed a car until the Junior year and, unless I found someone to loan me one (not very likely, especially for a freshman) that idea was dead in the water. Donnie wasn't home when I got to his house so I just crashed on the sofa.

Noise in the kitchen woke me the next morning. Donny was asleep in an overstuffed chair. I saw his sister scurrying around the kitchen in an open fronted housecoat. I hadn't yet met her so stayed put until Donny woke up. He called her in to meet me and I was taken by the fact that it didn't faze her that I was a stranger. There was no false modesty and she made no attempt to cover herself up. Donny didn't seem to notice and I surely wasn't going to say anything. The nightgown under the housecoat was sheer and as she flitted about I would see the outline of her panties. I was surprised to find out she was only 15 as she looked as old as Donny. It was a nice way to start the day.

Elle was very dedicated to her studies. With or without me, Sundays were dedicated for homework and preparation for the upcoming week. We spent the morning in the library and, after lunch we did get a short period together in the lounge. I'm sure Elle was a little embarassed about her actions the night before because, as willing as she'd been then, it was like pulling teeth for me to get her to "relax". She finally did agree to lay across my lap and I did manage to get my hand between her legs but I had to be satisfied with just rubbing her (dry) panties. I was pleased that she was, again, wearing the nylon ones. When she decided it was time to get back to the books she just sat up and that was it. Donny picked me up just before dark. Elle and I shared a platonic goodbye as she was still shy about being romantic in front of people she didn't know. Donny was sitting in the front seat right by the curb and had a big, goofy grin on his face. I got teased a good bit of the way back.

My college had three sanctioned (by the administration) "House Parties" a year; Fall, Winter and Spring. They were primarily Fraternity oriented. However, since the freshman weren't allowed physically into the fraternities until they were "rushed", soon after the second semester began, an attempt was made to include them in the Fall party. All freshman were required to let the Dean know of their intentions for that weekend (the next to last one in October). We had three choices; stay on campus and have a date; stay on campus and not have a date or, leave the campus for the weekend. The basic purpose was to locate enough rooms to house the female guests. Once the tally was completed, the dorm with the most projected vacancies was designated as the "guest house". The guys who lived there who'd indicated that they were planning on remaining on campus were temporarily reassigned to other rooms with vacanies. It sounds comlicated but it did work smoothly. I, of course, invited Elle. Her concern was for the girl who would be her roommate and how she would accept her "problem". Initially I had thought of requesting that she and my suitemate Roy's girlfriend room together. After some thought I decided against it as Roy's girl would surely tell him about Elle and, Roy, when drunk, had a big mouth. I didn't want that information out and about. I convinced her to take whomever she got and to make the best of it, figuring that the chances were that they'd never meet again.

My sailing friend from home, Billy, picked Elle up and delivered her to the campus. It was just in time for supper so, after taking her to her room we went right to the Student Union to eat. I couldn't believe my eyes. After six weeks of eating hardly recognizable food we were treated to a nice roast pork dinner. I'd warned Elle about the food and when she saw it she asked what I'd been complaining about. I didn't think about her "problem" when I ushered her into the line and I didn't think about it while we were eating. As soon as we finished dinner we (the freshman) were to report to the practice field where we'd piled up a whole lot of wood for a bonfire to kick off the pep rally for the next days' football game. As I grabbed Elle's hand she didn't resist. It was cool and damp as we stood around waiting for the football team to arrive. That was when I finally thought about Elle and how long she'd been there without using a toilet. The cold had started to get to me and I knew that if I needed a bathroom then Elle, for sure, did. There had to be 500 people gathered around waiting for the wood to be torched. I pulled Elle apart from the group and asked if she was OK. She said "no" but also said she it wasn't a problem. I wondered just how that could be? She did ask how long we had to stay though.

Each of the dorms had a "rally leader" who coordinated the collcting of the firewood for the bonfire. The "leader" for my dorm lived just across the hall and we were friends. I figured that if I could find him and be seen by him then Elle and I would be free to leave. But I couldn't find him, at least right away. By the time I did it was obvious that Elle was really uncomfortable. There was to be a "mixer" at the SU after the rally and I asked if she needed to change. The "look" I got was as clear as any words she could've used. On our way up the hill (like I said, it seemed like all colleges were located on hills) I was able to extract from her that she'd worn the same "package" (two sanitary napkins and two heavy cotton panties) as when she'd go to bed. When I'd originally asked how she was doing when we arrived at the rally site she said that she was "damp" but not wet and uncomfortable. However, she'd hoped that we'd leave quickly. When we didn't, the inevitable happened.

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LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18b)

Between the bus fare, hotel room and one meal I'd spent almost $20 of my precious "loan" from my grandfather. As badly as I wanted to see Elle again I deferred for three weeks. It turned out to be a good move. During that time I met a guy who lived in the town where Elle's college was located. I asked him if he ever went home for a weekend and he told me "no" as he was on the freshman football team and they had games almost every weekend. I told him about Elle and, without bringing the subject up, he asked where I stayed when I went to see her. When I told him the hotel he looked at me like I had three heads. He told me his parents were coming for the next game and that I should be there. He'd introduce us and arrange it so I could stay at his house whenever I went to see Elle. I wasn't quite ready for that but did agree to meet them.

Donny was one of seven kids and was right in the middle as far as age. Two were married and four were still living at home. I agreed to go the first weekend Donny was going to be there and ended up getiing a ride with him for the trip. When we pulled up in front of the house I couldn't believe that nine people had lived there at one time. It was tiny by any standards used. Other than his parents the only one who had their own bedroom was the one sister still living at home. Everybody else was doubled up. I was told the couch was mine and before anything else Donny's mother had blankets and towels out for me. I was overwhelmed by the hospitality. If there was a downside it was that the house was about three miles from the campus.

I had a bite to eat with them and then Donny drove me to the SU. I'd let Elle know I was coming but had no idea when. As it turned out she and her roommates were eating. We'd left it that if she wasn't in her room that we'd meet in the SU lounge. It was like a mini circus when she and the three others marched in. They were all laughing and had food of one sort or another for me. Food, supposedly, wasn't allowed in the lounge but there sure was plenty at this time. Fortunately, there weren't many others in the room as we were pretty loud what with laughing and joking around. Two of the girls were going to the movies and Nancy, Elle's best friend of the three of them, was going to a choir practice so we were pretty much alone from that point on. I won't beat around the bush. I was horney! VERY HORNEY! It was now five weeks since I'd had been "up close and personal" with her. We quickly gravitated to the love seat in the corner that we'd used that first weekend. It didn't take any persuasion to have her lie across my lap and I wasn't thwarted when I went to put my hand under her skirt. But I was shocked when my hand, gently sliding up her inner thigh, touched her panties. They were wet. Not a lot but most of the crotch was. I broke from our kiss and looked down at her. She had a sort of smirk on her face. Somehow she'd deliberately peed a little, or so I thought. I was in "heaven", or close to it. It wasn't long before my finger "excercises" exceeded Elle's tolerance level. By that I mean she was horney too but, because of where we were, she/we couldn't reasonably be expected to go any further. She sat up and pulled my hand from under her skirt. She then flipped onto her back so she could look up at me. From that position there was no way I could "visit" without it being obvious. At least it gave us time to calm down.

When she returned from a bathroom visit I asked about the wet panties. She smiled and told me that when she and her roommates had been eating they got to laughing and even though she'd used the toilet before going in to eat, she "leaked". AND... since we'd both found that sometimes she was a little dry down there AND... since we were probably going to get "up close and personal", she didn't really mind. Then she proceeded to say that she hadn't wiped just a few minutes ago and maybe I'd like to take advantage of that fact. Needless to say we went back to what we'd been doing earlier.

I would've given just about anything to have some place to go with Elle that was private. The closest I could come up with were the two small rooms that I could see from where we were sitting but they were both occupied. When we said our goodnight it was obvious that neither of us was satisfied.

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LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18a)

Money, or the lack thereof, became my prime concern as the Fall Semester actually started. My tuition was being paid by my grandparents and the room and board by my parents. I was responsible for everything else. I'd grossly underestimated the cost of text books and other incidentals. By the time I actually sat in my first class I was broke. The reality was that I'd ended up spending more on my racecar than I realized and the same thing held true with Elle. Movies almost every Sunday and the snacks that went with it took a lot more than I'd realized. To be truthful, I was in a full blown panic. I knew if I called home that my ass would be grass and my father would be the lawnmower. The only alternative was my grandfather. He'd always been more than generous but I'd never asked him for money. I ended up swallowing my ego and called. In an "arrangement" between just the two of us he sent me $40 right away and promised an additional $20 every two weeks. It was to be a "loan" and not a gift. So began my life as a "beggar".

It didn't take long for the card players to emerge in the dorm. There was a poker group and a pinochle group but no black jack group. My grandfather had taught me when I was about 12 and I felt I was pretty good at it. I asked around and found one guy who was interested. It was easy to know George was a city kid. His "accent" was almost laughable. But he was willing... and an easy "mark". Over the first month my winnings off of him paid for my beer (I didn't drink all that much anyway), snacks and coffee at the student co-op and my phone calls to Elle. That left the money from my grandfather to fund another trip to see Elle. The only problem was that she had her period the weekend I chose. By the time she told me it was too late to change my plans. For my own selfish reasons I wasn't very happy. But, Elle, who had gotten a little homesick, was really glad to see me. In the long run it was a good move. There was one very memorable incident from that weekend that didn't directly involve Elle. Two weeks of classes had gone by fairly smoothly for her but she had a project due that she was struggling with. I remember that part of the project was the creation of a poster. She had a partner but neither of them felt comfortable with lettering. I'd dabbled with sign lettering and offered to help. On that Sunday morning Elle got up early and was at the SU (student Union) when it opened. She immediatly went into the lounge and took occupancy of one of the small rooms that were on either side of the fireplace. I got there a little later and when I did she went to get breakfast (hers and mine) and to meet with Meg, her partner. When they got back I was surprised at the size of Meg. She wasn't fat but she WAS tall... about 5'11". I was 6'1" and, well, didn't know a lot of females who were almost as tall as I was. After introductions were over they explained what they needed. They placed the poster board on the coffee table and we all sat on the floor. When Meg sat down I got a beautiful DP (downpants) view of her panties. Over the next few hours I got some incredible views. The thing I remember the best was the waist elastic. It was very fancy and I'd never seen anything like it. It didn't hurt my feelings that I got to see as much as four inches of her panties across her back and maybe as much as an inch and a half down. I'm not exagerating when I say that I REALLY wanted to know who made them... but how? I'd been perfectly happy staring down her backside but, when we were finishing up, I got another "present". She got up on her knees and proceeded to reach across to get some of her colored pencils and, when she did, I got a great VPL (visible panty line). The thing I thought of was the one I'd seen on Carol, the girlfriend of my sailing friend Buddy, just as the Summer ended. But it didn't take long for me to realize that Meg's were definitely not the same. I'd seen Carol's panties on the washline and the waist elastic was covered by material. About all I could hope for was that Elle would continue to be friendly with Meg and I'd get some more chances to sneak a peek or two.

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

Back overlooking the field once again she asked if I wanted to see fraternity/sorority row. At least she was talking to me so I said "yes". It was rather interesting. Back in the 20's most of the "elite" families of the community built their homes on one street. The depression pretty much devastated the economy in the town and many of the homes ended up being abandoned. After WWII the college had great growth and there was need for living quarters. It was also a time when the fraternity/sorority system was at its peak. When I saw the first few all I could think of was "WOW!". Most were what I'd call "mini mansions". They didn't have all that much property but the homes were grandiose. Most were three stories and some were even four and all had a "carriage house" as well. I was impressed. The fraternities at my college were built as upscale dorms and had little ambience. I was secretly envious. We chatted mostly about what life must've been like back in the time when they were built.

I'd been trying to keep track of time for Elle. She'd stopped at the SU on our way to the "row", as it was known, and it was time for a toilet visit. I thought she'd just go into one of the sororities. They were open for returning upperclassmen and there was plenty of activity but she told me that freshmen weren't allowed inside until the second semester. We weren't far from the downtown area and Elle ahd said that she hadn't visited there yet so off we went. Back in those days "Blue Laws" were still in vogue and most businesses were closed. We ended up walking all the way back to the luncheonette where I'd eaten breakfast. I didn't dare ask Elle how she was doing after what I'd gone through earlier. We walked in and Elle asked where the restrooms were. I was (and still am) a person who didn't feel right in using the facilities without buying something. Down to my last $2 I ordered us each a Coke and waited for her to return. I waited and waited... and, finally she reappeared. Something told me she'd had a "problem" but I wasn't about to ask. I admitted that I didn't have enough money to buy lunch so if she wanted to eat we'd have to hurry back to the SU. She declined and now I wondered what we'd do until it was time for my bus.

Check out time was 2pm at the hotel and because I didn't want to lug my bag around with me I'd left it in the room. The bus was to leave at around 2:30 or so. We did a little more exploring in the downtown area before I finally decided to go get my bag and check out. When we walked into the lobby there was no one in sight. The desk area was deserted. I debated weather to try to take her to my room, but only for a second. I grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs without even discussing the idea with her. I was surprised at how willingly she came. In one way that made me even more nervous than I already was. Once inside I didn't know what to say or do. It was truly an impulsive act. I still had her hand and we just stood there for a minute or two before we came together in an embrace. That of course led to even more. In spite of the bed being right there, for some reason we didn't make a move for it. I remember Elle braking away and making a dash for the bathroom. From where I was standing I could see her desperately trying to pull her panties down. I didn't say anything but just stood there and stared. I honestly think this was the first time I'd seen a female sitting on a toilet. I, for sure, had never seen my mother in that position. Watching her sit there it was obvious that there was a "problem". I don't remember saying anything at all, just standing there staring at her.

Finally, I started into the room. The light was off and since it was an inside room, it was fairly dark. She had her skirt and slip up across her lap but I didn't see her panties. She just sat there looking at the floor in front of her. Then the phone rang. I guess I ran and answered it more as a reflex action than anything else. I know I didn't give any thought as to who would be calling me. The voice on the line was very stern and instructed me to report to the lobby immediately along with the girl I'd taken to the room. I remember it being warm but I was instantly sweating. How did he know? I hung the phone up and went back to Elle. She was still sitting on the toilet. I told her what the man had said and that we had to leave. Then she finally spoke as she stood up, still holding her skirt up around her waist. Being relatively dark I couldn't see detail but only a bit of her crotch of her panties. It was then that it hit me that she'd peed through her panties while sitting on the toilet. "I'm soaking wet!" was what she said. I flipped on the light and then could see that she was wearing what turned out to be cotton panties. It was now very obvious that she was right. I grabbed a hand towel and handed it to he and watched as she dabbed between her legs. The phone rang again only this time I didn't answer. I told her we had to hurry and she dropped the towel on the floor. I looked down and could see that there was a small trail of liquid on the floor from the door to the toilet. Then it hit me that she'd started to pee while we were embracing and that's why she ended up just peeing through her panties. In spite of my panic about leaving I still found time to wonder where she'd come up with the cotton panties and why she was wearing them. I grabbed my bag and her hand and headed out the door. When we got to the elevator I suggested that she go first and that she just walk out the door when she got to the first floor. I told her I'd walk down.

Unfortunately, the desk clerk/manager was waiting for her/us and accosted her as she exited the elevator. I'd waited for a few minutes before heading down the stairs. Once he had the both of us together he proceeded to give us a "lecture" about proper behavior for "young folks". He made us both terribly embarassed. When he finished and told me that if I ever stayed there again I'd be "monitored". At that point my embarassment turned to a bit of anger. I know I shouldn't have said anything but that's not my nature. As we turned to leave I said something along the lines of "If you had restrooms available she wouldn't have gone up to my room." Instead of leaving it there I continued on to tell him that Elle had had an "accident" and needed to get cleaned up. At that point Elle hit my arm and then grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. Now it was she who was mad... at me.

We walked over to the bus station in silence. Once there I apologized and tried to explain why I'd said what I said. She said she understood but she didn't like being embarassed more than she already was. We didn't try to sit because of Elle's wetness but just walked slowly around the area. After a period of relative silence I summoned the courage to ask about the cotton panties. I knew I was taking a risk since she'd shut me down earlier when I asked about Carol's suggestion. For some unknown reason she didn't hesitate in giving me an answer. I was probably more surprised with that than her answer.

In essence, Carol's suggestion had helped AND, since her biggest problems in the daytime had been with me, she thought she might try at least a portion of it when she was with me. On that morning, when she woke up dry, she decided to leave the one pad on along with a pair of Carol's cotton panties. By the time we'd reached the luncheonette she leaked quite a bit and the pad was full. She had to take it off and dispose of it and that's why she took so long. A little had made its way into the panties but not much so she didn't suggest going back to the dorm to change. But, for some reason, when we reached my hotel room she found herself starting to pee and I witnessed the result. The reason she didn't want to talk when we were at "The Pines" was that she was embarassed about wearing the pad and didn't want me to know. At least that's what she told me.

We had a good embrace and kiss when it was time for the bus to leave. I had a small bulge during the first part of my return trip just thinking about her walking all the way through the town in her wet panties. In fact, that visage was the main thought in most of my self pleasuring activities over the next two weeks.

To be continued...