WINTER DOLDRUMS... Surviving, but barely (Part 31d)

I was right. The room was just too accessible to people and it was like Grand Central station. Even though I’d turned the lights out every time someone would walk in they’d turn them on, look around and then leave. Frustrated, I finally headed for the “dorm”. It was located above the kitchen and had a dozen bunk beds in it and it was for guys who wanted more space in their rooms. The problem was that it was unheated so everyone had multiple layers of blankets. I found an empty one and struggled to get in (with all my clothes on). I didn’t get much sleep but it was certainly better than being interrupted every few minutes.

Saturday morning dawned bright and clear (and cold). I told Elle I’d see her around 9am. That would still give us time for breakfast at the fraternity. As we walked down fraternity row we inspected the snow sculptures. Some houses were still putting finishing touches on their displays and we stopped and watched a few until Elle got cold. As soon as we walked in the house she headed for the ladies room. I’d gotten in line for the food as I was hungry, even if it was only Smitty’s (the cook) greasy scrambled eggs. When Elle caught up with me she had a funny look in her eyes. It was a “good“ funny. After we had our plates filled she pulled me out to the area where we’d been sitting the night before. That puzzled me. I sat down but she stood beside me. I remember looking up at her with a questioning look. She bent down and whispered that she’d ”missed”, but only a little bit. It surprised me because, since our “near miss” and “understanding” she hadn’t volunteered that kind of information to me. Before I could pursue it further another couple joined us.

Intermingled with the small talk with the other couple I was wondering if Elle was softening her stance on celibacy. I just didn’t know how to proceed. After we finished we went outside and continued on down Fraternity row looking at the sculptures. We were almost down to the outdoor ice rinks so we continued on. There were four of them and two were open for students and their dates to use. Elle was a really good ice skater and, seeing all the people circling the rink, she said she wished she’d thought to bring her skates. I know that by just standing there I quickly got cold. I sort of hinted that we should be moving on but Elle wanted to watch for a few more minutes. I finally gave her arm a tug and we started back. We were halfway there when she stopped. Just from looking at her I could tell what was happening. She just stood still, biting her lower lip. I had pretty much figured that she was wearing a “package” since she’d not wanted to go back to the room when she’d “missed” earlier. This confirmed it. It was about 30 seconds or so before she started walking again. She looked up at me and said that she was sorry and we'd have to go back to the room.

Since she’d volunteered the information that she’d “missed” earlier, I felt I was safe in asking about this one. When I did she said it was combination of the cold and time. Even though she was now able to last over two hours under normal circumstances. But, when she was exposed to the cold and did, in fact, get cold it would often trigger a “void”. That was a new term for me and she explained that it was a term that her doctor used to describe when she “flooded” (her term). I asked how often that was and she shrugged and said it was a lot better that it had been before the operation. Before long we were back at the house where I lived. I was just glad to get inside and to get warm. She wasn’t gone for long and we headed back to the fraternity.

On our way back I saw Mr B. dressing the mannequins in his clothing store window. Mrs B had asked me, many times, to stop in to show Elle off when she was visiting. Elle didn’t want to but I prevailed. It was another excuse to be inside and warm. When we were leaving I remember Mr B. telling me just how many days until the racing season began. With snow on the ground it was hard to visualize.

I’d wanted to go to the hockey game but when we headed there after lunch we found that the wind had come up. Based on what had happened that morning and the fact that I didn’t have anything warmer to wear that what I had on we decided to skip it. Elle, always the practical one, had brought one of her text books. We were able to find one of the comfortable chairs and I, initially, offered it to her. She said that I should sit in it and she’d sit on my lap. THAT... was a surprise... and I readily went for it. She ended up with her legs draped over one arm and her head resting on the other and her bottom on my lap. I was tempted to rest my hand on her thigh but resisted.

As tired as I was and with nothing interactive to occupy my mind, I fell asleep. It was something warm in my groin area that woke me up. Elle had also fallen asleep and was still sleeping when I realized what had happened. I shook her awake and she must’ve seen the look on my face because she asked what was wrong. She, honestly, had no idea. When I told her she said she was sorry and put her arms around me and kept repeating that she was sorry. Truthfully, had we not been in such a public place I would’ve loved it.

It was now after 3pm and it’d been just after noon when we’d settled in. Close to three hours had passed and that was definitely beyond Elle's “window” of time. Now the question was what to do. A quick look at Elle’s front showed no evidence of wetness. I knew that I was going to be wet both front and back. I did have a clean pair of pants upstairs so I told Elle I’d go change and then we’d go back to my room downtown to get dry clothes for her. She looked at me like I was crazy. She said that as wet as she was there was no way she was going to walk all that far as cold as it was outside. So, it was up to me to make a run downtown to get dry clothes for her.

Things were relatively quiet in the living area of the fraternity so I got up and made a dash for the stairs. I left Elle in the chair. Once upstairs I grabbed a clean pair of underpants and trousers and headed for the washroom. When I returned to Elle she again told me she was sorry. I hated to leave her there like that but didn't have a choice. Walking briskly, it was at least 15 minutes to my room. The whole way there I kept wishing that Elle’s wetting had happened somewhere I could’ve had some privacy. I felt that it was a missed opportunity.

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WINTER DOLDRUMS... Surviving, but barely (Part 31c)

The fraternity had hired a three piece combo for the music. None of the girls changed into the nightshirts until after they started playing. It was slow going at first, getting them to wear them. Some just slipped it on over the clothes they were wearing. Then someone offered up a challenge (and I don’t, for the life of me, remember what it was) and a few more put just the nightshirts on. For the shorter girls they were longer than I had hoped. For the taller girls it was “interesting”. The six footer that I’d seen earlier had put hers on for a few minutes but quickly changed out of it. I still didn’t feel comfortable in “pushing” Elle so just kept quiet about putting it on. The party was boring in that Elle and I weren’t drinking and we weren’t “snuggling” either. Finally, Elle asked if I really wanted her to put the nightshirt on. Of course I said “yes”. It was a perfect fit in that I couldn’t see her panties but it was close enough to get my attention. But she quickly realized that standing was definitely the way to go.

It wasn’t until the alcohol really kicked in that the party started rocking. Elle and I had finally found a couple of chairs in the card room. I offered to get Elle a snack and on the pass through the living room I finally got a couple of really good looks. On one girl I saw about half way up to her waist. At that point I wished I was alone and free to wander about.

My wish was soon to come true. It was about midnight or so that Elle said she was tired (and bored) and ready to go. When she’d decided to put the nightshirt on she’d given me her clothes, all rolled up, to put in the room where I was supposed to sleep. I had a feeling that she was wearing just nylon panties and that she’d done it just for me. I’d behaved myself all night and hadn’t even casually brushed her backside to try and get a peek. But, on my way back down I decided that I’d at least try it once.

It was noisy and crowded throughout the whole first floor. There was a line for the ladies when we walked into the foyer. There were a few people half passed out in the dining room and, as far as I could see, no one in the kitchen. I suggested to Elle that she (and I) go into the kitchen and that she could just slide her slacks up under the hem of the nightshirt. I honestly thought about flipping the back hem up as she stepped into her pants but didn’t. I was rewarded for it. As she pulled her pants up and her hands rode over her hips they caught the nightshirt and pulled it up ahead of the pants. I could clearly see that she was wearing nylon pants. Now I knew what I’d wanted to know and hadn’t had to give up any credibility to get it.

On the walk back to the room, to make conversation, I asked her if Christy knew about her “problem”. Elle told me that she did but said she was wondering how she’d take to the multiple alarms that she used during the night to wake her to use the toilet. At the house our good night was a bit awkward. I didn’t know weather to pursue the “message” that she’d sent by wearing just nylon panties or not. I chickened out and decided to just go with a “real” kiss and not go beyond it. I certainly wasn’t expecting the reaction I got. I’d put my arms around her but not all that tightly. When our lips met she literally put me in a bear hug. It was enough for a bulge to start but with her long wool coat there wasn’t much chance for her to feel it. I don’t know how long it lasted but it was Elle who pulled away and ducked inside the house. I stood out at the sidewalk peering, excitedly, into the upstairs window, hoping for a glance of her but it didn’t happen.

Back at the fraternity, I made another pass though the living room. Not much had changed but I found another source of good “peeks”. There were a number of couples who were dancing to the the combo and there were more who were sitting on the floor just listening to them. Some of the girls had their legs folded in front of them and as I walked by got a few looks at "white triangles".

I hadn’t seen two of my close friends all evening. The two guys roomed in the basement in a room known as The Pit(s). It was never designed to be used for habitation and really wasn’t big enough for two people, even with bunk beds. One of the rules for the school was there were to be no females above the first floor. When I walked in (you never knocked when going in there) I saw this girl sitting on the floor with her head over a waste basket. Right behind her, in his bunk, was my friend David. He was passed out. He was amazing. He could go ninety miles an hour, putting drink after drink down and then, almost like a switch was turned, he’d drop, passed out wherever he was. In this case it was his own bunk. But the girl was almost undressed. The red nightshirt was on the floor next to her. She had nothing on top and was in just her panties. When I walked in she had the dry heaves. The room stunk of vomit. I opened the windows even though it was below freezing out. When I came back to the girl she was mumbling that she had to pee. I knew that was going to be a BIG problem as there was no bathroom in the basement., That, and the fact that she was so drunk she couldn’t even stand. I thought that maybe I could get her up enough for her to squat over the waste basket. As I tried to get her to try and get up I noticed that she was sitting in a puddle. She’d already peed and didn’t even know it. I sat her back down and draped her night shirt over her and left. I figured David could handle the situation better than me. I also decided it was time for some sleep even though I knew I probably wouldn’t get much.

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WINTER DOLDRUMS... Surviving, but barely (Part 31b)

We were on our way back into the sorority house when we ran into two of Elle’s roommates. They told Elle that the menu for dinner that night wasn’t all that appetizing and they were going to eat downtown. They asked if we wanted to join them. The first thing I thought of was money... or my lack of it. I guess I was trying not to upset Elle because I didn’t object. I probably didn’t say much as we walked because I was probably recalculating my available money. We ended up where Elle and I had eaten many times during her freshman year. As usual, there was a line waiting to get seats. Elle excused herself and I knew where she was headed. When she returned I noted a bit of concern on her face. I kind of guessed why. If we’d been alone I might have asked her about it but decided that, in front of her roommates, I wouldn’t.

Luckily, Elle chose something reasonable. I didn’t eat anything, using the excuse that I’d just eaten a short time ago. When we were done Elle’s roommates decided to go to the movies. I asked her where she wanted to go and that’s when she said we’d better go back to the sorority. If this had been before Christmas I would’ve been all over her... patting her bottom... feeling for wetness, but it wasn’t. I did manage to elicit something along the line of “It’s time.” which confirmed what I’d been thinking.

After she changed her “package” we ended up back at the SU lounge. It was very platonic and the talk between us was more about school than us. I’d told my classmate Donny (who lived in the same town) that I was going to stay at his house. I decided to take Elle back to the sorority a bit early because I had a long walk to get there. We kissed and hugged but it wasn’t with the same fervor as during our Christmas break. I wasn’t upset though, because I felt we were still “good” based upon our earlier talk.

By morning the weather had changed and it looked and felt like snow. I saw Elle early and then took off for the bus station. Nothing much had changed from where it was the night before. As I understood it in my mind, we were still “solid” and still engaged. (although we still hadn’t told our parents) It wasn’t the way I wanted it but it was acceptable. I’d just have to “wait it out”.

Money and weather on top of the tentative nature of our relationship added up to me only getting over to see Elle three times over the next month and a half. I’d decided not to invite Elle to Winter Party because, as a non drinker and non smoker, she hadn’t really enjoyed the Fall party at the fraternity. So it was quite a surprise for me to have her ask if she could come. What had led to it was that one of her sorority sisters had been invited and she was going provided she could room with someone she knew. She knew I went to the same school and asked Elle if she was going. If I said OK she told me she had a ride both ways. It meant a little more stress on my budget but I really did want to see her.

At each party (Fall, Winter and Spring) each of the fraternities would pick their own individual party themes. For Winter party my fraternity chose to have a “slumber party” with red flannel nightshirts as party favors for all the girls. I’d already envisioned a great night of panty peeking as it looked like the shirts would barely cover the girls bottoms (we’d seen samples). With Elle being there it meant I’d have to be a little more careful.

The school had been through the fraternity “rush” and we had a whole new batch of pledges that would do most of the “grunt“ work and would allow me to have more freedom. Bob, my roommate, was going home that weekend for some sort of family affair which worked out well for me as far as Elle was concerned Elle. It meant Elle and her sorority sister could room together in our room. I was actually beginning to look forward to the party.

Elle was to arrive about mid afternoon at the fraternity house. While I was waiting there was a lot of excitement as other girls were arriving all the time. To kill time I decided to go into the coat closet, feigning making telephone calls but it was really to try and get a peek of girls using the bathroom. I do remember this one girl who had to be almost six feet tall. With some shorter girls the peep hole didn’t really allow you to see all that much. But, with this girl it was perfect. It was almost like she was ”playing” to me. Most girls would do their thing, wipe and stand up and only giving a sideways view of their panties. But this girl turned her back to the peep hole after she pulled her panties up which really got my attention. The crotch was fairly large and it was another case of really wanting to know what kind they were.

I noted that there were a few good looking girls among the early arrivals... girls that I hoped to get a good look at their panties during the “slumber” party later that evening. When Elle finally arrived I had to take her and her sorority sister to my room. I think the girl’s name was Christy. The college they were attending was a Teachers College and this girl already fit the term “school marm”. Her hair was in a pony tail and she wore horn rimmed glasses. Her other physical features were nothing out of the ordinary. As we walked into the house I wondered if she knew about Elle’s “problem” but didn’t dwell on it. I watched them walk up the stairs and remember admiring Christy’s VPL.

Elle and I just hung out at the fraternity until dinner. It was there that the announcement was made about the theme of the party and the “favors” were handed out to the girls. The responses range from laughter to outrage. Elle just gave me one of “those” looks. I waited a while to ask if she’d wear it. She told me that if the majority of the other girls did that she would. It was at this point that I really started wondering just what she was wearing under her slacks. If it had been before our “lucky escape” I would’ve bet that she was wearing just nylon panties. Right then and there I was sure she had on a “package” and because of it wouldn’t take a chance on wearing something so short. That kind of bummed me out.

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WINTER DOLDRUMS... Surviving, but barely (Part 31a)

Mother nature gave me a break the following weekend. However, finding a ride to Elle’s college proved elusive so I had to “bus it”. That in itself was a budget buster for me. I was already almost broke and it was only the first of February. I was really excited to see Elle and her reaction to seeing me walk in the door of the sorority told me she felt the same. But, as strange as it may seem, there was some hesitancy on both our parts. We decided to head for the Student Union feeling we might have more privacy. With the weather rather pleasant I’m guessing that a lot of the students were taking advantage of it as the lounge was almost deserted. We headed for a corner, by ourselves, but didn’t go into a passionate embrace once we settled in. There was actually room for another person between us. In a way it was sort of a sparring contest. We each knew we had something important to discuss but neither of us wanted to start. I don’t know how long it took but when we finally started it was obvious that we each had radically different ideas.

Without a doubt we both realized we had gotten very lucky. We also knew that there was no doubt about our love for each other. We just had to figure how to go forward. Common sense told us that we had to be careful. But, therein was the crux of the real problem. In my mind the answer was “rubbers” or condoms as is the present day term. For Elle, the answer was abstinence. There really is a wide chasm between the two and I wasn’t prepared for Elle’s solution. I don’t remember my immediate reaction but I do remember arguing that that was just too drastic. As I write this, I’m sort of confused as to what I said and what I was thinking at the time. I do know that somewhere in the whole mix I couldn’t reconcile the fact that it was Elle who had resisted me when I wanted to pull out. That told me that she she enjoyed the “moment” and I couldn’t understand how she could want to abandon that feeling. Of course, no one has ever figured out how a female mind works. I remember trying to “reason” with her. I also remember that I did it in a very calm manner, which for me when on a topic that was important, was very difficult.

To give you a clue as to just how “deep” our discussion got, it took one of Elle’s sorority sisters walking up to us to break our concentration. When the girl was walking away Elle looked at me with a sheepish look on her face. I remember her pointing to her crotch. I just figured she had to go to the bathroom. That wasn’t it. She’d already gone... and hadn’t even noticed. As much as that usually excited me, this time it didn’t. First of all I was upset that we hadn’t come up with an agreed solution on how to be “careful”. Secondly, I was concerned about how to get Elle out of there without really embarrassing herself.

Fully expecting to have ready access to a ladies room while at the SU, Elle wasn’t wearing a “package”. Because she pretty much knew there wasn’t going to be much intimacy (and that it was very cold out) she wore a pair of wool slacks. On top of that she had worn a car coat which barely reached her “bottom”. With our “discussion” now very much in the background the focus was now on “damage control“. When Elle felt there was no one looking she lifted herself up off the sofa. I think it was gray upholstery but I do remember a big, dark spot where she’d been sitting. Her backside almost matched the color. Fortunately, there wasn’t much showing on her front. I quickly flipped the cushion over and stepped in right behind her. It probably looked funny to anyone who knew us, to see me walking so close behind her instead of along side. But I knew it was the only way to hide the ”damage“.

Elle complained bitterly about how cold her bottom was as we made our way back to the sorority. I couldn’t go any farther that the foyer once we were back in the house. The first time I felt any ”excitement” was when I watched her run up the stairs. I sat on the bench just inside the vestibule as I waited for her to return. One of the girls who came in was one of the few really pretty girls in the house. I watched her take off her coat and could see her panty lines as she bent over to undo her boots. I remember thinking of how much I’d like to know just what kind of panties she was wearing.

When Elle came down the stairs she was carrying a white sack. She handed it to me and said she’d be right back. I noticed that she had something balled up in her hand and knew it just had to be the panties she’d been wearing. I knew she was headed for the basement to hang them up and I wanted to go with her but stayed put. Upon her return we headed downtown. Being that this was the 50’s there weren’t a lot of dry cleaning establishments around and you had to go to a laundry for that service. The only laundry in the town was on the outskirts and it was a fair walk to get there. As usual, I hadn’t had much to eat and by the time we headed back I was absolutely famished. I did a mental calculation as to just how much money I had to spare. For sure, I had to save enough for the bus trip back to school. I don’t remember just how much it was but decided that I had to eat something. There was a tavern that a lot of the local students liked to patronize that we had to pass on our way back. They had a reputation for having good hamburgers so we stopped. For Elle, the problem was cigarette smoke but she agreed to come in with me anyway.

By the time we got served and were on our way back to the sorority, almost two hours had passed since we’d left on our journey. I was sure Elle had on a “package”. She would usually use a ladies room any time she could, even when wearing one, and she didn’t. I was going to question her as to why she hadn’t but decided to stay quiet. I was curious as to her “status” but figured I’d wait.

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WINTER... The bleakest time of year (Part 30d)

We agreed that we both needed to finish our exams. I’d come back on Friday and we’d do some planning at that time. In the meantime we’d focus on doing the best we could on the exams that we had left. I hadn’t brought anything to study so just sat with her in the Student Union while she did. I ended up sleeping in there as I’d done a few times the year before. It was comfortable and wasn’t restful. I spent most of the night trying to figure out how to proceed. We needed to tell our parents and I needed to get a job and both were daunting tasks. I took the first bus out the next morning. Elle had gotten up early and met me to walk with me to the bus. Other than a few hugs and a few pecks on each others cheeks that hadn’t been much in the way of intimacy, especially considering the commitment we’d made to each other. But, I wasn’t worried about that at the moment.

Even though my worries were great, at least one of them wasn’t Elle herself. I made an honest effort to concentrate on studying for the exams I still had to take. Originally, I’d been upset that I had one exam scheduled for the last day because it was robbing me of a few extra days of intersession. But, in the long run, it worked out for me. I spent most of the time cramming and when the exam was over I felt I’d done OK.

It had started snowing the night before and by the time the exam was over there was at least 6 inches of new snow on the ground. Not only that, but now the wind was blowing and you couldn't see but a few feet in front or yourself. I’d arranged to get a ride the first thing in the morning that would drop me off in the town where Elle’s school was located. I spent that night drinking with a few of my fraternity brothers who weren’t leaving campus during the break from school. Even though I was pretty drunk when we left Mo’s Tavern I do remember how hard it was to walk through the snow on the sidewalks. As I remember it, it was almost mid calf. By the time I reached my room I was exhausted. My roommate, Bob, had left two days prior so I was alone in the room. I took off my coat and shoes and “crashed” on the bed, clothes and all.

The next thing I knew there was a knock on my door. It was Mrs K. and she wanted me to shovel the snow off the porch roof outside my window. She handed me a shovel and left. I was supposed to have met my ride at 7am and when I looked at my watch it was after 10am. I wanted to kick myself. I’d told Elle that I’d probably be at her place by 9:30am and here I was hung over and still in my room. At that point I didn’t have much of a choice but to climb out the window and to push snow. It was still snowing and, after I’d pushed a path to the edge I looked out into the street and could barely make out the K’s car. It looked like an oversized loaf of bread for all the snow on the roof. The snow on the porch roof was up to my knees. This was a major storm! And, it ended up being the excuse I need for Elle.

My ride hadn’t even attempted to leave. Since I wasn’t allowed to take calls at my room he’d left a message at the fraternity. I trudged my way there by 1pm. The kitchen had officially closed after Wednesday nights meal so there wasn’t anything to eat but bread, jelly and peanut butter. There were about a dozen “brothers“ still there and they were all chowing down when I arrived. I grabbed a few pieces and then called Elle. She’d not had as much snow but it had pretty much closed down her area as well. I was both relieved and disappointed. The snow had saved me as far as missing my ride but I desperately wanted to see Elle. I told her I was going to hang out at the fraternity and would call when I got some news as far as the ride was concerned.

I spent the afternoon sleeping on the sofa. Some of the guys were headed for Mo’s and asked if I wanted to join them. I was still somewhat hungover from the previous night so said I’d pass. I fell back to sleep and it was the phone ringing that woke me up. I answered it and it was Elle. ”IT CAME! IT CAME!“ was what I heard. It took a few seconds for me to figure out what she was telling me. But, when I realized what it was I can honestly say I was disappointed more than relieved.

With classes starting Monday morning and a school rule that, unless you had a legitimate excuse, you had to go during the first week, I was ”trapped“. I’d thought about taking the bus to see Elle on Sunday and then pleading that I’d gotten stuck there but, realistically, knew it wouldn’t hold up. When I called Elle to tell her there was no way I could come over to see her I could hear the disappointment in her voice. I promised, come hell or high water (or snow) I’d be there the next weekend. It was the best I could do.

What the situation did was to allow me to focus on Elle’s and my total relationship. I knew that I loved her before but all of this reaffirmed it. And, more importantly, it had confirmed it to Elle. As I looked to the future I knew we had to do some serious planning. It was no longer a ”game“.

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WINTER... The bleakest time of year (Part 30c)

The next two weeks dragged. I pretty much kept up with my pledge to study hard and to try and get somewhat caught up. I called Elle on Wednesdays and Saturdays. We had a range of times for me to call where she would be somewhat near the phone when I called to save money. Elle never called me. So, when on the Tuesday before exams started I found a message on the ”bulletin board“ from her I was surprised. She pretty much knew what time the main meal was served at the fraternity and said she’d call back at that time. I couldn’t imagine why she’d be calling me since we’d talked on Saturday and we’d wished each other luck on our exams. The only thing i could think of was that she’d somehow gotten hurt. When my name was called I was ready. I gulped down what I had in my mouth and said ”hello”. The words I heard aged me by about 5 years.

“I think I’m pregnant!” Everything went numb. I have no idea what I said, if anything at all. As I’ve mentioned, the phone at the fraternity was in the coat closet. It was always “close” in there, especially if the coats were wet. All I can tell you was that the temperature in there went up about 20 degrees in a split second. My first words were probably like “Are you sure? When were you due? Have you told anybody?” I don’t know if I did or didn’t because I just don’t remember. Like I said, I was numb.

I will tell you this... never once did my thoughts waver from wanting to do the right thing. When I got off the phone I went into the living room and sat on the sofa facing the fireplace. The first thing I remember consciously thinking about was getting a job. In thinking about it later I amazed myself at how straight forward my thought process was on that subject. I didn’t think about telling my parents or getting married. I was thinking of where I could make enough money to support the two of us.

The first thought was to get a job with the horses. I knew my Grandfather had spoken to the man who trained his racehorses about me working for him during the Summer. I didn’t have his telephone number but knew I could get it from my Grandfather and that’s where I started.

I “fudged” the truth when talking to my Grandfather. The harder part was in talking to the trainer and asking for a job. I tried to think of what to say but wasn’t happy with anything I’d come up with so didn’t immediately call. I guess it was about then when I realized that Elle had no idea where I was coming from. After scrounging up some change for the phone gave her a call. After getting the sorority on the phone all I could get was that she wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t come to the phone. At this point I’d calmed down enough to reflect on what had just happened. I went for a walk down fraternity row and thought about what Elle and I had done over the Christmas holiday. Hindsight is always 20/20 is something my grandfather had said many times in my presence. It sure was true at this moment in time. I’ve mentioned that I was very naive when it came to sexual matters but I did know where babies came from and why. The first time that we’d had sex and I hadn’t pulled out, nothing happened. It had to have been the timing because Elle’s period followed soon afterwards. but, over the holidays we’d done it a number of times and, through our combined naivety, hadn’t figured out where she was in her cycle so just went blindly on not giving the possible consequences much thought.

There was no doubt in my mind that, no matter how difficult it would be for the two of us, we’d get married. Even with all the stress of the past few hours I felt somewhat excited about that prospect. By then I was cold so headed for my room. On my way there I thought about skipping the exam I had scheduled. I guess it was guilt from another source that made me change my mind.

As you would imagine, my thoughts were not on the exam. I got lucky as the focus of it happened to be on the material that I’d been reviewing. But, once it was over, my attention was on trying to reach Elle. Over the next two days I probably made six attempts to get to talk to her but was always told that she wasn’t in or was unavailable. Being a “thick”, dumb male, it didn’t dawn on me that that she was consciously trying to avoid me. That realization finally came on Friday. In spite of our “agreement” that we would wait until exams were over before seeing each other I decided that I had to go see her as soon as possible. With exams in full swing there wasn’t much activity as far as guys traveling to see their “steadies” which meant that it was a bus trip or nothing.

I remember the look of shock on Elle’s face as I walked into her sorority foyer. As luck would have it, she just happened to be there when I arrived. Almost as soon as she saw me I could see tears welling up in her eyes. She grabbed my hnad and started pulling me towards the door to the basement. As soon as we got to the bottom of the stairs she started crying uncontrollably. She hugged me so tightly that it hurt. I, of course, had no idea of what to say or do. I don’t know how long we stood there like that but we eventually ended up in the “game room”. We sat on the sofa, both of us right on the edge and facing each other. The first thing I said was “I love you”. That started the tears all over again. It didn’t last long though. I don’t remember the sequence of what we talked about but I do remember assuring her that I’d be there for her and was ready to do whatever I had to... and willingly. That was the key to the whole thing. She didn’t want to talk with me during the week because she thought that I might abandon her and that was something that she didn’t want to hear. Because of my “reaction” (or lack thereof) when she’d called with the news she became frightened that she would be left alone to figure out what to do. I could see from the look in her eyes that she was relieved that I’d come to see her and that she knew just where I stood.

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WINTER... The bleakest time of year (Part 30b)

Mr T. wasn’t really interested in “small talk” and excused himself to get back to the cow barn as soon as we finished eating. As he left he reminded Mrs T. and Joanne that “chores” still had to be done. I helped clear the table and watched as the two of them stepped outside to go do their jobs. I was somewhat disappointed that I didn’t even get a hint of a peek of Joanne’s panties when she put on her coveralls. With a skirt on, she did the same thing I’d seen her mother do the last time I'd been there and that was to pull the coveralls on under her dress and then to stuff the skirt part of the dress down inside.

Suzette had gone into the living room as the dishes were being cleared. When I walked in I surprised her. She asked how I’d gotten to know her parents and that gave me the opportunity to find out a little about her. We probably chatted for about 10 minutes when I noticed that she was getting a little “edgy”. I remember her getting up and going out into the kitchen and I could see her looking out the window towards the barn. When she came back she asked if I could go out and get her mother. I said “sure” and headed for the barn. The smell in there was almost overpowering. I found Joanne first and asked her to find her mother. It took a while and when I gave the the message she frowned and asked me to go back and tell Suzette she'd have to wait.

When I got back to the house Suzette was no longer there. I had nothing to do so just sat there in the living room until someone returned. I didn't know what was going on. At that point I was really uncomfortable. I guessed that Suzette was upstairs and I was alone and stuck there until Mrs T. returned and drove me back to town.

Joanne was the first back in the house. She sat down across from me and I proceeded to praise her on her cooking skills and the delicious meal we’d just eaten. It was plain to see that she enjoyed hearing the praise. Again, it made me sad to see that she was “trapped” out here on the farm because some people had determined that she wasn’t teachable. In my eyes she was very teachable. Slow, but definitely teachable. She asked where her sister was and I pointed upstairs. She got up and went upstairs but was back quickly. She had a bit of a smirky smile on her face when she did.

I asked what was so funny. At first she just shook her head from side to side but I noticed her smile getting wider. I “pushed" her to tell me why she was smiling. It took a bit of persuasion but she finally said something along the lines of ”I shouldn’t tell you this...“. At that point I really wanted to hear what she had to say. When she opened her mouth I couldn’t believe my ears. What had happened was that Suzette had needed to go to the bathroom and, because, with her hands fully bandaged, she needed help to pull her panties down. That was why I was asked to go fetch her mother. But, by the time she got there it was too late and Suzette had sat on the toilet and peed though her panties.

I could hear the glee in the tone of her voice as she told me and it was somewhat puzzling. I asked her why she thought that was funny. Again, she shook her head from side to side and, again I ”pushed“ her. I think it was because she was now somewhat comfortable with me that she let her guard down. I don’t remember her words but, paraphrasing, it was the first time the situation had been reversed and it was Suzette who had wet herself instead of Joanne. I was able to glean that when Joanne was younger she’d been teased by her sisters when she’d wet her pants and this was sort of a payback. On the one hand I was excited to hear about it but on the other I felt a bit guilty for having taken advantage of Joanne and her innocence.

It was almost timed perfectly for Mrs T. to reappear. She also asked where Suzette was and Joanne, now feeing somewhat giddy, announced that she’d gone ”wee wee in her pants“. I had to hide the smile on my face. Mrs T. looked with alarm at Joanne and then headed up the stairs. When she returned it was obvious she was upset with Joanne and told her to go to the kitchen. Then she told me that she’d be right with me to take me back to campus. It was time, for sure.

I retrieved my coat and waited for her to return. I heard her call me from the kitchen so followed the call. Joanne was standing by the sink and was crying. Mrs. T had her coat on and was standing by the door. I didn’t know what to say or do. Even though Joanne wasn’t paying attention to anything I felt I should thank her again for cooking the meal. She sort of looked up and barely waved her hand to acknowledge me. I felt badly for her and sort of wished I knew what Mrs T. had said to her.

Mrs T. was unusually quiet on the short trip to town. As we approached the house I made a general statement along the lines that I hoped everything was OK with Joanne. She kind of grimaced and shook her head. She mumbled something about how she was disappointed in Joanne but I could see she didn’t want to discuss it. As I was about to get out of the car I told her I hoped she liked the Christmas present. It was immediately obvious that she was embarrassed that she’d forgotten to open it while I was there and was all apologetic. What that did was to start a conversation about Joanne.

I don’t think I said a word for about five minutes. Mrs T. told me about how, when all the girls were young, the older two would tease Joanne and get her upset and mad and how she would end up wetting her pants. Even though the older two were scolded and told not to do it they would, from time to time, get upset with Joanne because she was ”slow”. The end result was a wetting “incident“. With the older two away at college there was a lot less interaction between them and Mrs T. was hopeful that all that had happened in the past was long gone. What had happened earlier showed that it was still festering. Mrs T. went on to tell me that when Joanne had gone upstairs to see where Suzette was she left her sitting on the toilet in her wet panties and wouldn’t help her. I swear I was biting my tongue to keep from smiling when she told me that. I remember thinking ”Good for you, Joanne!“. When I got out of the car I thanked Mrs T. for the meal and told her that I was sure the situation at home would work out. At least for Joanne I hoped it would.

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WINTER... The bleakest time of year (Part 30a)

The trip back to school was long and boring. The further we went the worse the weather got. What should’ve been, at most, a 9 hour trip, ended up taking over 11 hours. Because I’d expected to be back around 7pm I’d asked Elle to call around 8pm to let me know she’d made it back OK. Instead of being dropped off where I lived, I asked to be left off at the fraternity. As I think I mentioned before, there was a large oil painting of the fraternity crest hanging in the foyer. Someone discovered that if you pushed the canvas back from the frame you could push a slip of paper in and it would stay. As strange as it seems, it became a bulletin board, of sorts, where telephone messages were posted. Because we’d all been away on vacation, there weren’t many there and when I saw one with my name on it I was excited. Only it wasn’t Elle who had called. It was Mrs T. from the farm family that had befriended me. I was invited to dinner on Sunday. I was disappointed that Elle hadn’t called. It was too late to call the sorority so I headed for my room. As I walked though the snow I got to thinking about the "T's" and was happy for the invite. In spite of my missing Elle so badly, the thought of seeing Joanne again did offer some “sunshine” in what appeared to be a very daunting period of time for me.

I was able to call Elle the next morning and talking to her actually made me feel worse. I think it was the thought of waiting 3 weeks to see her again that made it so bad. I put off calling Mrs T. for a while but when I did I agreed to meet her at her church on Sunday to make it easier for her. At least it was something positive to look forward to.

As hard as it was, I'd made a conscious effort to try and get caught up on my schoolwork. I’d promised Elle I would and, with my primary thoughts on her, I found myself feeling guilty if I wasn’t at least trying. I found the best place for studying was the library. There weren’t the distractions that were all around the fraternity house and, of course, the BIG one back at my room... my bed. In truth, I was way behind in two courses. As I made the attempt to get caught up I was gripped with the fear of failing both. That made it even harder.

By Sunday, I was ready for a break. I knew it would’ve been polite to have gone to church with Mrs T. but used the excuse that it wasn’t the right denomination. I waited outside and, feeling somewhat embarrassed as the people filed out, almost walked away before she appeared. I was actually relieved when she did. I had managed to get the proper Christmas present exchanged with Mrs B. and had that with me as well. It was a good “ice breaker” and helped get the conversation started on the trip out to the farm.

When we pulled into the yard I couldn’t believe how much more snow there was than when I was there just before Christmas. I couldn’t see the house from the road because of the way Mr T. had piled it up with his bucket loader. However, the big surprise was when I walked into the house. I fully expected to see Joanne but there was another girl there in the kitchen as well.

It only took a few seconds to recognize her as one of Joanne’s older sisters. She had the same long blond hair as Joanne but was a little more “solid”. Actually, the first thing I noticed was that both her hands were wrapped. Mrs T. followed me into the kitchen and then proceeded to introduce me. The sister's name was Suzette. Then she explained that she was still home because she had fallen leaving church on Christmas eve. She'd broken one wrist, sprained the other and had also sprained two fingers on the same hand. All the time her mother was explaining what happened I could see that Suzette was embarrassed. She was to go back to the Doctor's the next day, and, if everything looked OK, would then be headed back to school. She was wearing a skirt and blouse, as was Joanne. I assumed that Mrs T. had mandated it because of my being a “guest”. I took a close look at Suzette when she was talking to Joanne and could see that she wasn’t as pretty as she’d appeared in the picture of her that I’d seen. That’s not to say she wasn’t pretty because she was but as I looked at the two sisters, I found Joanne to be the prettiest one.

Joanne had volunteered to do most of the meal preparation. With Mrs T. at church, Suzette had overseen the process and it appeared that everything was on schedule. I still had Mrs T’s Christmas present but didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of the girls so put it aside. We had to wait for Mr T. to come in and get cleaned up before we ate. I tried to make conversation but was concerned that if I paid too much attention to Suzette that Joanne would get jealous and possibly sulk if I did. It was awkward, at best. As we ate Mrs T. continued to make positive comments on the nice meal that Joanne had prepared and I followed suit. But I wanted to know more about Suzette. I wondered if it was her room that I’d slept in the night I’d stayed over and had peeked into the panty drawer. If it was, I now had another face to put with the panties I'd seen.

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

In that position, it was almost a reflex action for my hand to find its way between her legs and buried into her crotch. I still had the new panties I’d just bought for her stuffed into my pocket. She was wearing a pair of the Carter’s heavy cotton. The ribbed cotton material didn’t lend itself to a sensual feeling like nylon did. I rubbed for a few seconds and then asked if she’d do me a favor. She looked up at me with a puzzled look and kind of shrugged. I asked her to sit up and when she did I pulled the panties out. She took them and I remember her commenting on how pretty they were. I would’ve liked to ask her to trade them for the ones she was wearing but I knew that would never happen. So, I asked if she would slip these on over the panties she had on. I clearly remember her giving me one of those “looks” as if I was crazy. She said they were too pretty to do that but, for once, I prevailed.

She sat up and then slipped them up her legs and on over the wet Carter’s panties. I had hoped to see them on her but she, very deftly, managed to do it without me seeing much at all. When she lay back down I went right back to where I’d been. The feeling was tremendous. I’d never felt nylon panties over wet cotton panties before but I immediately knew that I liked it. It, at least to me, was something very truly sensual. I was satisfied to just rub the panties for a while. When I finally started looking for a leg opening she moved her body indicating that she didn’t want me to go there. Now I was really confused. Mixed signals, for sure. I went back to ”kneading“ her warm, damp crotch and impatiently waiting to make another attempt. I was just too unsure of her mind set to ask what was going on.

I had the motor running to keep the heater on and after a while the windows became fogged up. I remember her rolling back and looking at the steamed up window on the passenger side. Her body movement made my hand, involuntarily, go to the leg opening of her panties. My fingers immediately went inside. I expected her to indicate to me to remove them but she didn’t. She settled back into her normal position and, as if to confirm her acceptance of my entry to the ”promised land“, she raised her top leg up a bit.

I’d maintained a soft bulge all during the time we’d been in that position but once she raised her leg, it went to a full, tight, bulge. As I remember it, it took a while for me to get her to really respond to my finger action. As far as time goes, I have no idea. But, when she did, it was wild. As she became more and more responsive I became more and more excited about what I hoped was going to happen. I was actually praying that I didn’t come before that. But, when I started to remove my hand, she moaned loudly and mumbled for me not to stop what I was doing. I kept on going. Again, I have no idea about time but I do know that she soon reached a climax. She had my head pulled down to hers and was kissing me wildly, all the while moaning loudly. Shortly after she ”came“ she let my head go and just rolled as far back as she could and stared up at me with this funny, glassy, look in her eyes. I remember moving my fingers ever so slightly and having her tell me to stop. I didn’t realize it at the time but I had witness her first orgasm. I was so naive as to the sexuality of a female at that time that I remember feeling somewhat cheated.

When she ”recovered“ we took a look at the time and had about an hour before we had to be back to get her things and get to the train. I remember taking a chance and asking her if she needed to ”go“. It was something I seldom, if ever, brought up to her. She did a quick calculation and said that it was probably a good idea. I was hoping that was what she was going to say because it would give me one last chance to watch her pee through her panties and to see the new ones. By then the windows were really steamed up. Elle grabbed her skirt and slipped it back over her head and pulled it down, buttoning it at the waist. Then she opened the door. She started to step outside but stopped. I asked her what was wrong. There were three cars that come along and parked while we were ”busy“. She wasn’t about to step out and pee under those conditions.

There wasn’t any other choice but to head for home. But, I’m sure you’ve faced the same situation that when someone raises a point and then you can’t get it out of your mind. That’s what happened to Elle. I’d planted the ”seed”. We hadn’t gotten very far when she announce that she was ”leaking“. I started to pull over to the side of the road but she told me not to. She still had her skirt up around her waist and, even though I was driving, I watched as she pulled the towel that she was sitting on out from under her and ball it all up. Then she stuffed it between her legs and under her. Neither of us said a word. A few minutes later I asked if she was OK and she nodded that she was. I’ll admit it was somewhat exciting for me in knowing that Elle was sitting right next to me and peeing in her panties but it surely wasn’t the same as watching her pee puddling on the ground.

It was probably another 15 minutes until we were back in her driveway. I remember following her into the house and thinking how brave she was walking in to face her mother while wearing completely soaked panties. She went upstairs to change into her ”travel clothes“ (and to wash up) while I tried to make small talk with her mother. When she returned she had her bags and gave them to me to take to the car while she said her good bye to her mother. We were fairly quiet on the way to the train station. I was consumed by the fact that we’d agreed that it would be three and a half weeks until we saw each other again. I knew her well enough to know that any discussion on the matter at that time was useless. When the train pulled in I got her bags and carried them to the coach. When we said our good bye I saw tears in her eyes. She had her long wool coat on but it was unbuttoned and I slid my hands under it and right to her butt cheeks. There was no doubt that she was wearing a ”package“. There was certainly noting sexual about it but I found myself starting a bulge. We kissed until the whistle blew and she broke away, grabbed her bags and stepped up into the coach. I stood there waving until the train was but a dot on the horizon.

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

Arrangements were made for me to pick my brother up around 9am. It meant leaving home around 8am, which wasn't a problem. What was a problem, though, was that I had told Elle I'd be over at her house around 9am and there was no way to tell her that night. As far as calling in the morning I never liked calling her house when I knew her mother would answer. I was not a very happy young man when I finally went to bed.

When I came down stairs the next morning there was a $10 bill on the table where I kept the keys to my car. That brightened my outlook quite a bit. My mother said that $5 was for gas for my car and the other $5 was for me. As I was about to leave I checked on Elle's shade and it was still down. I "sucked it up" and walked over to her house and knocked on the door. I asked her mother to tell her I'd be back around 10am or so. I don't know why I was always intimidated by her when I was alone with her because she really was very nice to me. In any case, I was on my way.

After buying the gas it was like that unexpected $5 was burning a hole in my pocket. Somewhere along the way I got a wild idea. I knew the stores in my Grandfather's town opened at 10am and I got to thinking that if I timed it just right I could be there when they did. My idea was to go back to the store where I'd purchased the slip for my Mother for Christmas. I remembered the fancy panties that I'd seen but didn't buy. I thought it'd be a nice "farewell" surprise for Elle when we were at the "Point" a little later on.

When I stopped there my brother was being a real pain. I certainly wasn't going to tell him what I was doing so I stopped in the Woolworth's parking lot and ran through the store out to Main Street. The panties were still available and I remember the price ($1.69). Because there was no one in the store the transaction only took a few minutes. I remember pulling the panties out of the bag and stuffing them in my pocket as I ran down the street. Of course, my brother was all over me as to why we'd stopped. I could only hope that he wouldn't mention it to my mother because I knew if he did my mother would surely ask as well.

By the time we got back home it was almost 10:30am. I immediately went over to Elle's. She hadn't told her mother of our plans and when she did, her mother was a bit concerned that we would be late in getting back so made her go pack her bag before we left. She then admonished me to have her back in plenty of time to make the train at 2:30pm. She couldn’t understand why we just couldn’t stay there. If she only knew!

It was not a pretty day; gray and overcast. Once at the ”Point“, even though we couldn’t see the other shore, the water was still nice to look at. But that wasn’t our prime interest. It appeared to me that Elle knew where this was all going. She was wearing an old skirt that she hadn’t worn since High School. When her mother asked her why, Elle picked up on it quickly saying that she'd done as her mother asked and all her clothes were packed except for her good "travel clothes". Her mother bought it; at least she didn't comment. Being the middle of the Winter and daylight, the ”Point“ was deserted. We parked so we could see both the water and any cars that might be headed in our direction. As soon as I stopped the car Elle slid away from me and leaned against the passenger door. She then put her feet up on the seat and pulled her knees up to her chin. I could see a little peek of her panties and that, of course, started a bulge. Seeing that, I slid over to where she was and slid my hand up into her crotch. I was puzzled by the fact that she wasn't wearing nylon panties. I'd been pretty sure she knew where this was all headed so it seemed strange. Notwithstanding that, she was in a playful mood and sort of pretended that she didn’t want me "up there". One thing led to another and she ended up rolling into a ball with me tickling her. I remember her pleading for me to stop but laughing at the same time. This went on for a few minutes before she yelled an emphatic ”STOP... I’m leaking!“. I did and she immediately sat up, opened the door and stepped out of the car. I sat there and watched as she spread her legs and proceeded to make a puddle on the asphalt of the parking lot. I was disappointed that I couldn't see her panties as she had pulled the hem of her skirt up from behind and had it balled up in front of her. I noticed that she'd spread her legs way further apart than usual and she was bending over watching the growing puddle. The first thing she said was to ask for a towel. I'd moved so I was lying on the seat. I just reached under it and pulled one out and handed it to her. I watched as she wiped down her legs and then her socks and shoes. I asked if any had run into her socks and she said it didn’t but it was the splashing had wet them some. When she was finished she put the towel on the seat and climbed in. The next thing she said sort of shocked me. ”Are you happy now?“. I remember sitting there and being embarrassed. She wasn’t mad when she said it. I was afraid to say ”yes“ so didn’t say anything. Then I remember laying there with my head on her lap, looking up at her. I also remember her asking what time it was. I’d originally figured that we had about three hours and one of them was now gone.

When I finally sat up I asked her if she wanted to lay across my lap like we usually did when in the car. She said that would be good. But when she was up and on her knees, getting turned around, I found the button to her skirt and managed to get it undone. She looked at me and had a big smile on her face. She didn’t move so I continued on and found the zipper. I was struggling with it so she reached up and helped me. Then she just slid the skirt off. She did have on a slip and I really wanted that off as well but she wasn’t willing to go that far, at least at that moment.

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

As we said our “good night”, we agreed that I’d be up and waiting at her front door at 8am. Vacation time was running out on us. Her brother was returning on the noon train and her parents were planning a big dinner featuring his favorites. That meant I’d not see her for most of the day so the morning was the only time we could count on. I knew she always put her window shade up as soon as she got up. At 8am sharp I was pacing in the road in front of her house but the shade was still down. It stayed down until about 8:15am or so. I saw her peering out the window and when she saw me she waved. Within seconds the door opened. I was absolutely shocked to see Elle in her pajamas. I couldn’t believe it. In all the time I’d spent over at her house I’d never seen her dressed that way with her mother in the house. As soon as I was in the door she pulled me over to a corner of the room and indicated for me to be quiet. She whispered that her parents were still asleep. I immediately gave her a big hug and, as usual, my hands went right for her butt cheeks. She still had on her night time “package” including the plastic panties. I really wanted to see her wearing them and especially when she was wet. By the squishiness of what was in both my hands she surely was. The bulge was almost instantaneous. The problem for me was how to ask. The last thing I wanted was to get her upset. Just holding her in all her wetness was sort of a dream come true. I started backing towards the sofa, pulling her with me. When the back of my legs touched it I sat down but left her standing with my hands now on her hips. Carefully, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her pajama bottoms an started pulling them down. She swatted my hands and asked in a strong whisper what I was doing. I don’t know exactly what I said but it was something like “I just want a peek”. She looked over her shoulder and then walked over to the entryway. As she walked back she was already pulling the waistband down. I only got to see the lower (important) half. Being made of a somewhat cloudy plastic I really couldn’t see all that much but when she got close I did put my hand in her crotch. Even though I knew she used sanitary pads I’d never felt them when they were wet. I know it sounds gross but it was thrilling to me. I only got a quick squeeze as she pulled the bottoms back up and then backed out of the room.

This period of time was way before “All In The Family” on TV but every time I watched that show I was reminded of Elle’s house. Every time the upstairs toilet was flushed everybody downstairs knew it. Sitting where I was I could even hear the water going down the sink drain. I could picture her getting washed up as I sat there. I also remember wondering just how long it would be before I finally got to see her with no clothes on.

I heard the stairs creaking as she returned. Because the dinner for her brother was special she’d gotten dressed in nice clothes. I immediately recognized the sweater she was wearing as the one I’d given her the previous Christmas. As she walked up to me she surprised me once again. About three feet from me she stopped and reached down for the hem of her skirt. She then pulled it up to her face, fully exposing her panties. I could have sat there and stared forever. The reality of it was that it lasted for only a few seconds. When she dropped the hem she had this big smile on her face which pretty much matched mine. She sat down beside me and snuggled in to me. We sat there quietly until we heard noise from the kitchen. It was her mother. The time was somewhere around 9:30am. Neither of us had eaten anything so Elle went to see if her mother would make something up for us.

I volunteered to take Elle to pick up her brother at the train. While we were sitting in the car waiting Elle said something that was totally unexpected. Even though it was obvious that we were in love we seldom ever said it out loud. I don’t know why. In any case, she got up on her knees and, having my full attention, said “I REALLY, REALLY love you! I’d not said or done anything that would have prompted it so was completely taken aback. I didn’t know what to say or do. She was in an awkward position so I couldn’t really reach over to give her a big hug and kiss. She leaned forward and we kissed on the lips. It was pretty anticlimatic after such a profound statement especially from someone who had an aversion to using those words. I was just about to slide towards her when the train whistle blew. It also blew the ”moment“, if you know what I mean.

I was invited over to her house after the dinner was over. I really didn’t want to go but being with Elle with other people around was better than not seeing her at all. We only had a few minutes where we could talk alone. We only had the next day before having to return to school. Actually, Elle was leaving on the afternoon train. As I’ve mentioned before, Elle’s parents didn’t want her driving with ”strangers“ especially with the vagaries of Winter weather. So she and her roommate, Nancy, were taking the train back from the city the following morning. It left so early there was no way for Elle to make it so she was staying at Nancy’s the night before as she lived near the city. I wanted to drive her in but my parents wanted my brother and I to have one last dinner with my grandparents before we headed back to school. I could get out of doing some things but this wasn't one of them.

We mostly talked about what to do the next day. The weather had been fairly good so I suggested that we spend our last hours down at the ”Point“. We had often talked, while at school, about missing seeing the water. She was all for it. When I got home I asked where my brother was. My father was supposed to have picked him up from his friends house that afternoon. It turned out that his friends parents invited him to go with them to the city that day and, since my father was hung over from New Years Eve and didn't really want to, he wasn't there. But that created a bit of a problem. My father had to go to work the next morning and there was no way for him to go get him. Almost as soon as I asked where my brother was my father told me I had to go pick him up. Knowing my personality at the time I'm sure I reacted very negatively. Even though I knew he was only about 45 minutes away, all I could think of was that it was time away from Elle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...