WINTER... way too soon (Part 40f)

I was on the road, in the Merc, by 8am. I wanted to be at the store where I’d purchased the panties when it opened. I wanted to get in and out as fast as possible. I found the lady who had helped me right away and she pulled a box out from under the counter as soon as she saw me. Since they were paid for all I wanted was to get it and leave. But she insisted on opening it and holding the panties up to see if they were what I wanted. They appeared to be as the distinctive crotch line and leg opening treatment were obvious. I’m sure my face was as red as a beet. There were far more people in the store than I'd expected even though it had just opened. It seemed like they were all staring at me. I told her they were just what I was looking for and asked for the box. But, because I’d told her, when they were ordered, that they were a Christmas gift, she insisted that she get a clerk to gift wrap them. I have no idea what I said but I almost grabbed the box out of her hands and got out of the store as fast as I could.

This was the most embarrassed I'd ever been when buying panties. When I got in the car I opened the box and looked at the panties closely. As I said, they looked like the panties I’d taken off the clothesline but the material, nylon, was a lot more sheer than the others. In that sense I was disappointed but there was nothing I could do about it then. I looked at the label which read “Blue Swan”. I knew I’d seen the name before but I couldn’t remember where. I began to picture Elle wearing them. That helped me to erase the embarrassment.

When I left home my father had asked if I’d stop at the jewelery store that was in the town where my grandparents lived to pick up his present for my mother. I’d planned on looking for something for Elle at the store where I’d picked up the panties but, because I left so quickly, I didn’t so still had that chore in front of me. The owner of the store was a friend of my father and he’d never met me. He wanted to chat and I was anxious to get going. He finally went into his vault to get the package and left me standing by a display case. I looked down and saw a tray of charms. Elle had a real cheap charm bracelet that she loved and all of a sudden I had a brainstorm. When the jeweler came back I asked him about the charms and, as any good salesman would, proceeded to “sell” me on buying a good bracelet as well as a charm for Elle. If I paid for what he showed me I knew I wouldn’t have enough money to get any more presents so he let me “charge” it. Other than getting gas at the gas station and having the cost of it taken from my pay, I’d never done something like that. I came to appreciate just what having friends really meant. I think I gave him $10 and was off with my packages.

I managed to find presents for all the people on my list and was back home in the early afternoon. I went over to see Elle and she was feeling a bit better. She said she wanted to go to the midnight Christmas eve service with me but was going to rest until later. That was a nice way of saying she didn’t want to see me right then. I’d been through this before with Elle and her period so it didn’t bother me. I went home and wrapped the presents and then went looking for the kid who had wanted to buy my car. I ended up at the bowling alley and finally caught up with him. He went nuts! He couldn’t believe that I had changed my mind and was now willing to sell the car to him. My father had called the dealer where he'd bought his car to find out what the Merc was worth and was told $300. I probably should’ve asked for more but I didn’t. He was able to come up with about $250 cash right there. (I later found out his father owned the alleys) He said he was owed money from the gas station so he called down there to see if they would give me $50 of it. They said they would (they knew me from the racecar) and I headed down to get it. I was as excited as the kid was. I didn’t think it would all happen this fast.

The two guys had the money waiting for me but as long as they were there I asked about the fate of the racecar. They didn’t know for sure but thought it had been sold as it wasn’t there at the station. That concerned me but I was too focused on the sale of the Merc. It was just about dark when I headed back to the bowling alley. It was only about a half mile. The road was perfectly straight but it went slightly downhill just before the alleys. As I slowed down I saw this car coming towards me, up the hill, and partially in my lane. I had already started off the road and onto the shoulder so I wasn’t at risk. But, as it turned out, the poor guy behind me got hit, head on. I didn’t see it and I can honestly say I didn’t hear the crash. The mufflers on the Merc were way loud and I’d often rev the engine up when I stopped. I’d started walking towards the door when a whole bunch of people came running out and headed towards the road and in the direction I’d just come from. I followed. It was a mess.

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WINTER... way too soon (Part 40e)

At my grandfather’s house he asked me to drive him over to the harness horse training track that had been built across the river. What was so surprising about that was that my grandfather had never gone anywhere with me driving. He always drove and it was almost always in his vintage station wagon. But I didn’t say anything. He asked me how I liked the car which was also strange. He was a General Motors man, through and through. My father had told me that he’d been very upset when I bought my first car and it was a Ford product. I told him I really liked it and that it was a “fun car”. When we pulled into the track he changed the subject and asked me if I was still serious about becoming a professional harness racing driver/trainer. I didn’t know where that thought came from because I’d not said anything to anybody about a change in my plans. In any case I told him that it was still my only plan. When he heard that he got out of the car and told me to follow him. We went into one of the barns and he led me down to one of the stalls. He pointed to the horse that was inside and said that he was going to buy her. I thought he was going to tell me that he bought her for me but he didn’t. He just wanted to know that I was still serious about my career choice before he bought her.

Once we got back in the car he started in on me about driving an “inferior” vehicle. As I said, he was a GM man all the way through. I just sat there and took the teasing. Then he hit me with the bombshell. He told me that I should sell my car and buy my father’s convertible. I remember sitting there, not believing what I was hearing. I’d been to the car dealer when my father was looking at getting a new one and distinctly remember hearing the amount $800 mentioned as a trade in for his convertible. I remember thinking that there’s no way I could possibly come up with that kind of money. I don’t remember what he said after that because I was trying to do calculations in my head. My first words were “I can’t”. He, very calmly, said “Why not?”. I still couldn’t believe we were having this dialog or what had triggered it.

By the time we drove away there was a semblance of a plan in place. I’d repaid all the loans I’d made from my grandfather so he said that he’d loan me the difference after I sold my car. I told him I’d pursue selling my car but still not sure that I wanted to. I loved that Merc and yet the idea of having a convertible with red leather seat at college was a big temptation. All the guys who had convertibles were really popular. So, on my way back home I decided I’d look up the guy who asked if I wanted to sell it when I was home at Thanksgiving.

I stopped at the gas station hoping to find him there. All I found was the two guys who were buying it from Cliff. They didn’t know where he was as they had fired him when they started running the station. So I headed home. When I got there I found out that my father had been in on the whole idea and that’s why the convertible was still in the driveway. He asked if I wanted to take it for a drive. As strange as it may seem I’d never driven any of his “good” cars. I headed over to Elle’s to ask her if she wanted to go for a ride only to find her not feeling well as her period had started. That was always good and bad news but the timing of it couldn't have been worse. It meant I'd lose a week of being"up close and personal" with her. I went for a drive, by myself, and incorporated looking for the guy who wanted to buy my car into it. I found out that he was working at the new bowling alley but he wasn’t there when I stopped. I truly was impressed with the car. Even though it was much bigger and heavier than my car it was still very fast. I took it out onto the new by-pass and got it up to over 95 miles per hour. The best my Merc could do was around 90.

By now my thoughts were on selling my car and not much else. Even when I went over to Elle’s after supper I couldn’t get it off my mind. But reality took hold when Elle started teasing me about her Christmas present to me which was under her tree. I remembered that I hadn’t done any of my shopping except for buying the panties for Elle and that I still had to go pick them up. As Elle wasn’t feeling all that good I left fairly early and went to bed trying to come up with ideas for the presents I needed. As I said, I wasn’t too pleased that Elle had her period. I’d fantasized seeing her wear the new panties and now I knew she’d be wearing cotton ones along with her sanitary panties until it was over.

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WINTER... way too soon (Part 40d)

The Trooper had said it was about 20 miles to the Thruway and a decent sized town. He said the problem with the electricity and phones was strictly a local one. I’d asked about places to eat and he said there were plenty in that town. I’d been running on adrenalin and wasn’t all that hungry even though I hadn’t eaten for 24 hours. The girls were famished and complaining. None of them had eaten anything since lunch the day before. It took about 3/4 of an hour to get there. I stopped at the first eating place that I saw. It was almost noon. They all wanted to eat but I insisted that they all call home first. Of course I only heard one side of each conversation. I remember the part that I heard was almost universal for all three... “Yes, I’m alright. No, I’m not lying! Yes, I’ll call when we get to Nancy’s house. I love you! Bye.” Fortunately, when it came my turn I got my father. At least I knew there would be no histrionics. I assured him that all the girls were fine and that I hoped to be home by supper time. Then I went and joined the girls and ate my first good meal in over 24 hours.

It was noon by the time we got gas and on the road. I was surprised to see that the Thruway only had one lane completely clear and that the other was still snow/ice packed. Traffic wasn’t bad though, even going around the city. I had told Elle before we left the diner that I wouldn’t be stopping before Nancy’s house so she was prepared. When I calmed down from the stress of the road conditions I was able to think about Elle and I have to admit that after a few hours I was picturing Elle sitting there in the front seat, peeing. Being a Saturday there wasn’t the usual rush hour traffic. There still was plenty, but manageable. We got to Nancy’s house just before it got dark. It was quite a “welcome home”. It was like she'd been lost for a month and just been found. Of course her father "grilled" me about how I managed to get lost. I had to go through the whole scenario for him and he seemed to accept it. I really hadn’t wanted to stay that long.

I knew Elle had needed to change. When I got Nancy’s suitcase out of the car trunk I pulled Elle’s out so she could get dry panties. Nancy’s parents wanted us to stay for supper but, more than anything, I just wanted to get home. I was so tired!. I was still running on adrenalin and wanted to get the last two hours over with.

Because it was two hours or less until we would get home, Elle decided to wear just panties without pads and the sanitary panties. She’d washed up at Nancy’s and since she’d been wet, or close to it, for 24 hours straight wanted her skin to “dry out”. We still had about an hour to go when I felt really tired. I asked Elle to drive but she’d never driven a stick shift car. So we started singing silly songs to keep me awake. It worked and when I pulled into Pauline’s driveway it was as good as being home. It was another big “welcome home” and I had to reprise the explanation all over again. It was hard to escape. When we pulled into my driveway I just shut off the engine and sat there. Since it was dark and my parents were looking for me, it only took a minute until I saw the driveway light flashing on and off. I still just sat there, totally drained. Elle wasn’t saying a word, just sitting beside me. She was the one that saw my parents, as well as hers, coming down the walkway. After the hugs we all made our way into my house. My parents had invited Elle’s parents over to wait for us and then to have supper and they had been waiting, impatiently, for our arrival.

The one good thing was that we only had to tell our story once. I had to hand to my father as he kept my mother in check. She, on occasion, could go off on a tangent and every time she started that way, he’d cut her off. After eating, all I wanted to do was crash into my bed. I walked Elle out to the car to get her bags but her parents walked her home and I went back inside telling her that I’d see her in the morning. No kiss. No hug. No nothing.

It was around 10 am when I woke up. It was hard for me to grasp that it was Sunday. I’d lost all day Saturday and I’d planned on using it to do my Christmas shopping. Now I’d have to wait until Monday, (there were still “blue laws” back in those days where the stores were closed) Christmas eve, to get it all done. One of the most important things was to go get the panties I’d bought over Thanksgiving and that was going to take some time because the store was almost an hour away. When I came downstairs my father got to me first and told me that my grandfather wanted to see me sometime before Christmas day. At first I thought there was something wrong with him or my grandmother but my father assured me that they were both OK but that was all he’d say. Of course I was intrigued. I wanted to see Elle but the shade in her room was still down indicating that she wasn’t up yet. On the spur of the moment I decided to jump in my car to go see him right then and there. As I walked out to my car I saw a third car in the driveway. I swore to myself that it hadn’t been there the night before. As I looked at it I recognized it as a brand new Buick hardtop and yet, my father’s old car, the convertible, was there as well. I was going stop and go back in the house to ask about it but kept on going.

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WINTER... way too soon (Part 40c)

The girls started in with these horrible "what if" scenarios as to what might happen to us. In writing this I’m smiling because the period in time was way before the horror movie craze. I don’t remember any specifics but I do remember finally telling them to shut up. I tried getting them to talk about their plans for the holiday but they were now mad at me so they stayed quiet. I got the wool blankets in the closet out but found no pillows. I laid them on the end of the beds and suggested that they might as well think about getting some sleep. I went out to relieve myself and to see if it was still snowing. It was but the wind had stopped and the snow wasn’t as heavy. I’d learned that it meant that it was getting colder and that fact didn’t make me very happy.

When I got back in the room Nancy and Pauline had climbed onto one bed. It was warm enough for them to have taken their coats off and they had pulled the blankets up over them. They were using their coats as pillows. I thought that was pretty clever. Elle was still sitting on the edge of the bed in front of the heater. I asked if she was going to change and she shrugged her shoulders. She asked if I’d be able to get into the trunk of my car before we left. I asked why and she said that if she changed now she’d have no dry panties for the rest of the trip. She had but two dry panties but had plenty of sanitary pads. I suggested that she just pull out the soggy pads and stuff some dry ones inside the plastic panties for the night. She didn’t like that idea but that’s what she did.

Ever since our weekend in Pennsylvania I’d been fantasizing about sleeping with Elle again. It certainly wasn’t working out the way I’d dreamed. Here we were with our clothes on, sharing a very uncomfortable single bed, trying to stay warm and with two other girls in the same room to boot. I remember snuggling up to Elle’s back and trying to go to sleep. I just couldn’t. There was too much on my mind. I knew our parents would be frantic for one thing. I was also worried about the conditions of the roads the rest of the way home. I had no idea how bad the storm might be further on. I knew I'd have to did the car out as well before we’d be able to go on. It was a long, long night.

I was awake when I heard Nancy and Pauline whispering about going to the bathroom. One of them said that she couldn’t see any harm in using the toilet, that she didn’t want to go out in the cold again. I sat up and told them they better not dare. I know I scared them because within a few seconds they were on their way out the door. When they returned I didn’t hear a peep out of them. I do remember thinking about their panties being a bit damp again though.

When I saw the first vestiges of daylight I got up and went out to see just how bad the car was buried in the snow. I didn’t like what I saw. One good thing was that I’d pulled the car into the parking area far enough that it didn’t get hit by the snowplow. But it was so close to the road that the snow that was pushed off the road was packed in tightly to the back end of the car. Standing in the road you wouldn’t have even known a car was there. I didn’t have a shovel so went looking over by the office. I found a coal shovel and when I saw it I was disappointed. I was looking for, and expected to find, a wide bladed snow shovel. But, in this case, the coal shovel was what I needed. I literally had to carve out blocks of snow to move it. There was no wind but it was a lot colder than it had been when we arrived. On top of being packed in by the plow the wet snow that had fallen first had now frozen. Other than my hands and ears I was plenty warm as I worked to clear a path for the car to get out. On the flat, my guess was that more than a foot had fallen. As I was working a State trooped stopped to see if I needed assistance. By then I had it pretty much under control. But at least I was able to ask how the roads were and how far it was to the Thruway. He said they were clear but snow packed and to take my time.

The girls showed up just about the time I got all the snow cleared from the back of the car to the road. The problem was that the car was on a slight incline headed down towards the motel and I was afraid that when I put the car in gear to back out the wheels would start spinning. So, reluctantly, I ended up shoveling out the front of the car so the girls would be able to help push. By then they were complaining about being cold. Then the owner came out. He wasn’t any more friendly than he’d been when I first knocked on his door. He wanted to know if we’d put everything back where we’d found it in the room. I didn’t know but the girls said they had. The girls got in the car after I’d had it running for a while and I went over to get my drivers license back from the man. He said he wanted to look at the room first so, now getting frustrated, I followed him on down. When he saw where the girls had peed he was upset. I know I snapped back at him at that point. I don’t remember exactly what I said but it had to be something like “where did you expect us to go!” He opened the door and the first place he went was into the bathroom. That made me even madder since it was obvious that we’d gone outdoors. But, as he peered into the toilet I went into a momentary panic when I saw Elle’s soggy panties in the sink along with the pads. Luckily, he took a peek into the tub which gave me the chance to grab the cold mess up. He never said another word as I followed him up the hill to the parking lot. We stopped by the office and he went inside while I went over to the car and opened the trunk and stuffed the wet things down into a corner. He was almost to the car when I stood up. I was originally going to ask if the phones had come on but at that point all I wanted was to get out of there. I grabbed the license from him and never even said thanks. I had the girls get out and had them push on the hood of the car as I put it into reverse. With a bit of slipping and sliding I made it up onto the road. I was never so glad to leave a place as I was to leave there.

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WINTER... way too soon (Part 40b)

I was able to make it maybe another mile when I saw a sign that read “Motel”. There were no tire tracks into the driveway but I headed in anyway. I only got in far enough to get off the road. Needless to say the girls were pretty upset. At least we were all warm and dry. But I remembered that to keep the engine from overheating I had to make sure air could get to the radiator and, based on what I felt as I drove into the motel, snow was packed in under the front of the car. I told the girls to be calm and I’d be back soon. When I got out I saw a flickering of light coming from one end of the motel. That was a good sign. I dug the snow out from the front of the car and then trudged over to where I’d seen the flickering light.

As my eyes got used to the ambient light I could make out that there was a porch over the front of the motel. I headed for that just to get out of the snow. I walked down to where I’d seen the light and knocked on the door that read “Office”. I must’ve knocked a half dozen times before an old man answered. Friendliness was not his forte. He tried to close the door on me before I could explain my (our) problem. I did find out that the motel was closed for the Winter but the man and his wife lived there all year round. Even though each unit had a gas fired heater all the units had been winterized. In spite the fact we obviously needed help he wasn’t willing to offer any. I made one last plea and I don’t know what I said that made him change his mind but he finally let me in.

I had to make all kinds of promises to him and had to give him my drivers license before he finally agreed to let me have a room. I had to promise that we wouldn’t use the toilet. For some reason he decided that we would have to use one of what he called the “back” units. If I hadn’t been so desperate I would’ve asked why, but I didn’t. Before giving me the key and telling me where it was located he showed me how to light and operate the gas heater for the room. I’d never seen or used one before and I wasn’t all that happy with the prospect but it was better than staying in the car.

The girls were getting worried because I’d taken so long but they were happy that they weren’t going to have to stay in the car. Their happiness didn’t last long. The snow was mid calf and hard to walk in because it was so heavy. I told them not to even think about their suitcases as we would really be roughing it. I had no idea just how rough it would be.

Talk about sparse furnishings! There were two twin beds, a tiny desk, two rickety chairs, a small chest and a tiny table between the beds. The beds had only a mattress. There were no rugs of any kind but there were blankets in the closet. AND... it was cold as hell in there. Somehow, I remembered how to light the heater. We all huddled in front of the heater, waiting for it to start to take the chill off the room. One thing I remember vividly was that no one said anything about food.

Another thing that took a while to come up was just what were the girls to do about going to the bathroom. I hadn’t told them about the prohibition of using the toilet. For me it was not a problem. It wasn’t Elle who brought the subject up which was surprise. When I explained that they would have to go outside they didn’t believe me. It took a bit of convincing. But it reminded me of Elle's "problem". Time hadn’t meant anything since the big “flash” when we drove into the town. I’d had so many other things on my mind that I’d lost track of time and Elle’s “problem”. Even though the other girls were aware of the situation with Elle it was hard for me to talk about it with them present.

We were in an end unit so I went outside and stomped the snow down just off the end of the porch. I told them they had to make the best of the situation. Not very happy about it, they went out together which gave me a chance to ask Elle how she was doing. Just as she’d done on the trip home at Thanksgiving she’d worn a full “package” including the plastic pants, just as she would wear at night. She said she was wet but it wasn’t a problem... yet. She’d brought her handbag in with her and in it she had dry panties and a batch of pads. She said she’d wait until we tried to go to sleep before changing so that took some immediate pressure off. When the girls returned they were complaining bitterly in that they had nothing to wipe themselves with. Hearing that, I think that was the first time I really even thought about either of them and their panties. Knowing that they were both a bit damp made for the start of a bulge.

That was also about the time that the chill in the room was starting to abate. The problem was that everything in the room... walls, furniture, floor... were all the same cold temperature and they were still radiating cold. We’d finally pulled one of the beds up in front of the heater and were all huddled on the edge of it facing the heater. I think I was the first to unzip my coat and that was like a small victory. But, with that the girls started complaining about being hungry again. The only place that we’d seen that bore the slightest resemblance to having food was the grocery store where we saw the big flash of light. With no lights there was no chance of it still being open so I told them I didn’t know what I could do. Then the focus was on our parents and how they’d start to get worried. Again, I had no answer. When I'd finally gotten the motel owner to let us stay I asked if I could make a call home and he said the phone was dead. He'd tried to use it right after the lights went out. The girls were looking to me to have answers and I didn’t have any.

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WINTER... way too soon (Part 40a)

Even though it hadn’t snowed for a few days the back roads that I used to get over to Elle’s school were still snow packed. It took a little longer than usual but I really had no problems. The girls were ready and anxious to get on the road. When I first left my school and saw the condition of the road I thought that I would take the old, tried and true way home. But, with no trouble on my way to Elle’s, I changed my mind. The “short cut” I’d taken on the way home for Thanksgiving had proved to be a time saver so I figured I’d try it again.

Initially, it seemed like a good choice. The further South I got the better the roads were. But it wasn’t long after I’d turned onto the “short cut” that the sky turned black. Within minutes it started to snow... and snow... and snow! And it wasn’t a dry snow like usual. It was a wet snow and wind driven. The windshield wipers just pushed the snow to the side and with each sweep the space I had to look though became smaller and smaller. After about 20 minutes or so I had to stop to push it off the windshield and rear window. The roads were getting a bit slippery but were certainly not dangerous. At Thanksgiving I’d stopped for Elle to use the bathroom about two hours after leaving her school. It was well past two hours and we still hadn’t passed the gas station I’d stopped at. I rationalized it by thinking it was because I couldn’t drive as fast. But when another half hour went by and I still didn’t recognize any landmarks. I did find a place to stop for Elle and broke one of the cardinal rules for males and asked for directions.

What a shock to find out that I was no longer headed Southeast but heading almost due East. The wet snow, because of the strong wind, had plastered itself against the route markers, obliterating the numbers and I had just plain missed the turn I needed. I told the guy where I was headed and asked which way was best... to go back or to keep going. He told me to flip a coin. With that we got back in the car and kept going. It was soon dark and the roads still hadn’t been plowed so it was really slow going. The girls started complaining about being hungry. We hadn’t seen any place to eat in over an hour so I promised that I’d stop at the next grocery store. We could see a “glow” up ahead and I figured that it might be a town. But, before we got there we saw a fire up in a tree ahead of us. It really looked eerie and as we drove past I could see that it was actually a transformer on a light pole that was on fire. About a half mile further on we entered the town of Phonecia. There was a stop light and I wasn’t too pleased with that as the snow on the roadway was getting deeper. As we waited for it to change we were looking at the big plate glass window of a grocery store. The girls were all excited, thinking of the food inside. Even before the light changed to green we saw what was probably the brightest flash of light we’d ever seen. It came from inside the store and then everything went black. The stop light and all the street lights were out as well. There wasn’t even a flicker of light other than the dull glow from my snow packed headlights.

We sat there for a few minutes, too stunned to do anything. I knew that I had to get out and to push the snow away from the wipers and when I did I looked back and saw that the fire in the transformer we had seen had now fully engaged the nearby trees. Darkness on the one side and a creepy orange glow on the other. I had a hard time getting the car going. As I drove through the town it was really strange not to see any lights at all. As we reached the outskirts of town I found it getting harder and harder to move forward. The front bumper was actually pushing some snow. I think that was the first time that I became really concerned.

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THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... (PART 39f)

We left to go back to school right after lunch on Sunday. Just as I was slowing down to turn into Pauline’s driveway a dog ran in front of the car. There was no way to miss it and I can still remember feeling the ”thump“ as a wheel ran over it. I stopped immediately and got out to see how bad it was. It was just a little dog so I picked it up from under the car. As I did I was looking for a heart beat and couldn’t find it. With the car still part way into the road, and Elle still in the car, I started walking towards Pauline’s house. I was almost up to the door when she came out and immediately screamed. Long story short... it wasn’t her dog but that of the neighbor. I took it over and had to go through the psychological trauma of giving the dead dog to them. I knew it wasn’t my fault but that didn’t lessen the pain I felt for the family. It was at least an hour before we got on the road. I really wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the trip. However, it went fairly smoothly, other than the traffic. There wasn’t much conversation and even when I said goodbye to Elle there wasn’t much in the way of passion. A ”lost“ weekend?

In a way I was glad to get back to classes. Some of the discord about my being dunked in the lake had calmed down and things were a little more cordial around the fraternity. The main item of concern was the social probation that the house had been put under. The house president and the faculty advisor had appealed that ruling and everyone was waiting for the decision due Thursday.

Waking up that morning I found that it was snowing... and it continued to snow for over 24 hours. I quickly found out that having a car brought with it some major problems. The town had an ordinance that whenever there was a snowfall of over 6 inches you couldn’t park on the street. All I remember is that there was more than a foot when it was all over. The K’s driveway only held one car, theirs. That meant that the other tenant and I had to find a place to park. I made a BIG error that night. The probation had been lifted and we had a party to celebrate. When I finally left the house I ended up leaving it at the gas station where I usually bought my gas, but without permission. When I went to pick it up the next morning I found it plowed in with snow. The guy who plowed the property did it before the garage even opened and he, supposedly, had no where to push the snow except up against all the cars that were parked in the lot, including mine. And it was packed in hard! I, of course, was mad when I saw it. But the owner of the station had no sympathy for me saying that since I hadn’t asked his permission to leave the car there, the fault was mine. I didn’t want to miss class so had to trudge my way to the fraternity without doing any digging.

As I mentioned, it snowed for over 24 hours straight. By the time I got back to the car the lot had been plowed again and there was even more snow packed in against the back of it. I dreaded the thought of having to did it out but I had no choice if I was going to see Elle that weekend. It actually took parts of two days. I dragged most of the Unholy Alliance down there to help with a promise of free beer. But was now Saturday and by the time we got finished and I ”paid“ the guys off it was dark. We’d heard that some of the roads that I used to get over to Elle’s were in bad shape and I ended up adding that to my excuse as to why I wasn’t coming over. I don’t remember her reaction. But truth of the matter was that I was in no shape to drive anywhere, let alone 40 something miles over back roads.

It seemed like that snowstorm unleashed a whole string of storms that covered the next two weeks. I don’t remember if it was only because of the snow that I didn’t get over to see Elle the following weekend either but I didn’t. We were both to finish classes on Friday, the 20th and I was planning on bringing Elle and the same two girls home, weather permitting. I remember that it didn’t snow the days right before but I’d learned that there could be a big difference in the accumulation of snow from one valley to another. Elle was two valleys away and when I called her the night before we were to leave she said that it looked good to her. That was good enough for me. I had my car packed and ready to go and was on my way minutes after classes let out. I shouldn’t have been in such a rush.

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THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... (PART 39e)

I stopped at the gas station where I used to work to get some detail on how the racing season went. My brother was not the best communicator and, although I knew that they almost won the track championship, wanted some detail. Cliff, the owner, wasn’t there. Two high school students were working there in his stead and I recognized one of them. As soon as I got out of the car he asked me if I wanted to sell the car. I’d never given it a thought. I liked the car and had no logical reason to want to sell it. I told him ”no“. I tried to get some information about the race car and was absolutely shocked to hear him say that Cliff wasn’t going to drive any more. He told me that Cliff had sold the place to the two guys who worked as mechanics on the race car and was going into some sort of advertising business. What puzzled me about this news was that my father hadn’t said anything about it to me in our phone calls. Because I was hearing the news from a kid I wasn’t to sure of it’s validity. I didn’t stay long but, instead of heading home or to see Elle I drove on to the next town to visit the father of my friend, Cliffy who was away in the Navy, and to find out how he was doing. I got some good news from him in that Cliffy would be home on leave from over Christmas. It would be good to see him again.

Of course my father wanted to know how I made out on my ”job search“. I had to ”fudge“ the answer but didn’t lie when I said I’d been to a few places. I then asked about the sale of the gas station and the fact that Cliff wouldn’t be racing any more. He was as shocked as I had been when I heard it from the kid. I wondered what would become of the race car and, if it was going to be sold, who would get the money. I’d ”given“ it to my brother to avoid having to put any more money into it but I’d put a ton of it into it over the years. If my brother was to get all the proceeds it didn’t seem fair. I started getting mad at him just from the the thought of that happening. He was off with his guest so I couldn’t pursue the matter at that time.

Originally, I’d wanted to get over to see Elle as soon as I got back. But the news about the sale of the garage and race car had upset me enough to stop at home first. As soon as I’d turned the corner I could see her relatives were gone. Once I calmed down I headed in that direction. As I walked up to the house I could see laundry on the line. For some perverted reason I wanted to see just how many of Elle’s panties were out there but there were so many sheets that it was hard to count them. When I knocked on the door I was surprised to have her mother answer it. She told me that she’d asked Elle to take her shift at the drug store so she do the laundry and get the house back in order following the visit of the relatives. It meant that it wouldn’t be until after supper that I’d finally get to see her. All I could think of was more boredom.

When I got back to my house my father asked if I wanted to go car shopping with him. That was another shock. In the back of my mind I knew my father liked to get a new car every three or four years but I never really paid much attention. His ideas about makes and styles of cars were totally different than mine. For myself I’d always focused on used cars knowing that’s all I could afford. Not having anything else to do I said I’d go. My mother had no input on almost anything having to do with money so she wasn’t going to be involved in this process. That was good and probably the big reason I said yes.

He was a Buick man, through and through. It was almost as if no other brand of car was available. As far back as my memory went, he always had a convertible. His current car was a 1955 Roadmaster, a real ”boat“. I’d asked him a few times as to why a convertible since he seldom put the top down and I honestly don’t remember his answer. So, another surprise was when we walked into the showroom and he went right to a hardtop model. I knew better than to ask questions when he was in what my mother had called his ”inquisition mode“. I just stood by and listened to him ask all his questions to the salesman. We were there for quite a while and when we left it appeared that he’d pretty much made up his mind. I wasn’t close enough to him to try and pin him down on weather he was going to do it or not.

I ended up picking Elle up at work and bringing her home for supper. As a reward I was invited to join Elle and her parents to eat. But my mother, in her effort to ”fatten me up“, had promised me my favorite meal, pan fried fresh bay scallops and home made french fries. I hated to say ”no“ to Elle’s mother but I did. Since I'd only seen Elle for the few minutes ride from the drug store to home, we hadn’t come up with just what we were going to do that night. So, as I left her house I had no idea what we’d be doing. I hated that because I knew we’d be asked by her mother just where we were going. Every time that happened she’d strongly suggest that we just stay at their house which was the last place I wanted to be. Even though Elle was now 20 years old and was in her third year at school, when she was home her mother ruled.

My fears were confirmed when I got to her house. Even the fact that her parents went to bed early didn’t help. Elle, herself, was less than cooperative. I ended up going home around 10pm with neither of us being very happy. Saturday morning Elle went shopping with her mother for some new clothes that she would need for her practice teaching in the next semester. My father ended up getting my brother, his friend and I to rake up the last of the leaves. While we were doing that I asked my brother about the sale of the race car and it was news to him as well. Other than finding a place to buy the panties I was looking for it had been a pretty frustrating vacation. As I finished up I came to the realization that things had not gone well for me ever since the weekend that Elle and I had spent together. I actually began to wonder if God wasn’t sending me a message. I think we went to the movies that night but I don't remember anything memorable happening.

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THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... (PART 39d)

Elle and I both had classes until noon that Wednesday prior to Thanksgiving. My school had a rule that if you missed any classes three days prior to any vacation without permission it was an automatic F. So, it was almost 1:30pm before I got to Elle’s sorority to pick her, her roommate Nancy and the other girl from near home, Pauline, up. The one good thing was that it was a perfect day for traveling. I’d picked up a short cut tip from the boyfriend of one of Elle’s roommates that was supposed to save at least a half hour drive time. With it being the day before Thanksgiving I knew there would be a lot of traffic near the city so saving time was a bonus. We made two stops for Elle prior to getting to the outskirts of the city. The expected traffic was there and it was almost 10pm when we got to Nancy’s house. Her mother insisted we all come in for coffee and cake and, as Elle needed to change her ”package“, it was hard to turn it down. Once we were on our way again it only took about 20 minutes for the girls to fall asleep. They stayed that way all the way to Pauline’s house. She was in the back seat and I had to get out of the car and shake her awake. I remember that she didn’t know where she was. I got her suitcase out of the trunk and up to the door for her. I got a surprise when her father answered the door in that he knew who I was. As it turned out, he and my father had gone to grade school together.

When we turned the corner to my house the familiar driveway light was on. So were the front porch lights at Elle’s house. As it was after midnight, that was a surprise. We could see a car in the driveway and Elle said it had to be her relatives from Massachusetts. She said that the last time she’d talked with her mother they weren’t sure they were coming. It meant that Elle would be tied up with them as long as they were there. That was not good news for me. The only commitment I had was to go to my grandparents for Thanksgiving dinner. All the way home I was counting on some serious ”snuggle“ time with Elle. As we walked over to her house with her bags we could see that everybody was up and waiting for her. All I got was a little peck on the cheek on the walkway up to the door. Not much of a reward for driving over 10 hours!

With no chance to see Elle before leaving for my grandparents I slept in. My mother had to wake me up. It was the first she’d seen of me since I’d gotten sick and she was shocked at how I looked. My brother had brought a friend home from his boarding school and he was occupied with him so I didn’t have any escape from her and her "concern. It was more of the same from my grandparents. I thought I looked pretty good, at least compared to when I was staying with the T’s. Dinner was a very boring time and I couldn’t wait to ”escape“, even though I didn’t have any plans. I ended up going back to my house and went for a walk on the beach. My mind got back to the panties I’d taken. I couldn’t come up with any plausible way to possibly get Elle to wear them without admitting to where they came from. But, knowing that Elle was going to be tied up with the relatives the next morning I hatched a plan to see if I couldn’t go find some of the same kind and buy them new.

I was up bright and early the next morning. The relative’s car was still there so I didn’t waste time by going over to Elle’s. I’d firmed up my ”action plan“ while lying in bed. I would take the newer pair and then look in some different stores to see if I could find any to match them. I decided to bypass the town where my grandparents lived. I knew I'd never seen any like them in my various visits there. I headed to a town further West. My plan was that if I didn’t find what I was looking for that I was going to ask for help. I’d come up with a story that I was married and I wanted to duplicate the panties as a present for her. I’d been in that town a few times and knew there were two small department stores. When my father asked where I was going all I said was that I was going looking for a job for over Christmas holiday. I remember rehearsing my story over and over all the way there. Even though I had my ”lines“ down pat, I was really nervous.

The first store I visited was called the Bon Ton. It was a small, local department store, much like the one in my grandparents town. I headed strait for the lingerie department. There were two display tables directly opposite the lingerie counter. I made a quick sight tour around both tables but, not seeing exactly what I was looking for, went to the counter. There were two ladies there and I chose the older one. I don’t know or remember why but I hit a ”home run“ as she turned out to be the buyer for the whole department. I know I was very, very nervous. I pulled the panties I’d purloined from the wash line out of my pocket and laid them out on the counter for her to see. I started in with my rehearsed ”lines“ and she never once interrupted me. She didn’t even question where the panties I’d brought came from or why they didn’t have a label in them. When I finished little speech she said something along the lines of ”Let’s see what I can do to help you“. I was totally surprised by her reaction.

She reached under the counter and pulled out about a half dozen catalogs and started flipping through the pages. On about the third one she folded a page back and pointed to a line drawing depicting a pair of panties that looked like what was on the counter. When I said they were the right ones she asked how many I wanted and what size. I told her I wanted six in size 5. She started writing the order up almost immediately. She asked if I wanted them to be mailed and since I didn’t want to give out my name or address I told her that I’d be back to pick them up. At that point she said it might be two to three weeks as it was going to be a special order and the manufacturer didn’t respond that quickly to small orders. I didn’t care. I had found what I was looking for and if they were there by Christmas I was going to be very happy. The total cost was just under $10 and, as my grandfather had slipped me a $10 bill the day before, I didn’t have to use any of my own money. That made a good day even better.

On my way back I started to fantasize what I’d say when I gave them to Elle. They were so very different that I hoped she would like them. I actually remember pulling the panties I’d taken over with me out and laying them on the seat next to me and stealing glances at them as I drove. Christmas couldn’t come soon enough.

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THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... fairly quiet (Part 39c)

All I can say is that the adrenaline that was pumping through my system must’ve warmed me up because as I sprinted up the stairs I stopped shaking from the cold. My elevated heart rate kept me warm as I tried to get heat up in the car. I pulled the panties out of my pocket and spread them on the passenger seat. They were slightly damp so were cold to the touch. I turned one pair inside out so as to read the label. I couldn’t wait to see it. But... there was no label. The only thing I found was the name tag of the girl who they belonged to. That was exciting but with only the dim dome light to see by I couldn't read it. Two disappointments. I looked down both side seams and all I found was a slight gap in the side seam where a label might’ve been. Who made them? I really wanted to know. It just didn’t seem fair. I’d just found the most unique panties I’d ever seen and I had no idea who made them. I knew I had to get some for Elle, somehow, someway.

I really wanted to bring them into Donnie’s house but the fact that they were damp and with all the people there it was too big a chance to take. So I put them in the trunk hoping that they might dry during the night. I couldn’t wait to get a really good look at them in the daylight and fell asleep trying to come up with an idea of how I could get Elle to wear one of them.

Elle had asked me to do her a favor and to bring a coat and tie with me as she wanted to go to church. I hadn’t been in a long, long time and her asking me made me feel guilty. So, even though I wanted desperately to inspect the panties I had to wait until after Donnie’s mother made sure I was ”well fed“ so I’d put some ”meat on those bones“ before going to the car. By the time I left to pick Elle up I didn’t have a lot of time before church was to start. In spite of that I popped open the trunk and jammed the panties into my coat pocket. I was trying to drive while looking at the panties and almost went through a red light. It didn’t take long (in a car) to get to the sorority and about the only thing I’d determined was that the panties belonged to a girl named Judy R. As I pulled into the driveway of the sorority I jammed them both under the front seat.

Elle had told me she had a surprise for me but still hadn’t given it to me by the time we said good night. I’d forgotten about it what with the excitement of the panties on my mind. About 20 minutes into the church service I found out what the surprise was all about. She (and another girl from the sorority) had decided to get confirmed and this was the Sunday that the Bishop was there to perform the ritual. I was blown away! We’d always said that we were getting married in a church, no matter what. Her family didn’t have a church affiliation so she had never been confirmed. I, until going away to school, had always been active in the church and Elle, wanting to please me, decided to get confirmed in the same church (denomination) as I had been. It was a really BIG surprise. I actually felt bad about not knowing as I would’ve had an appropriate gift for to commemorate the occasion. But I didn’t.

When the service was over I knew I had to do something special. On the spur of the moment I offered to take her to the Sugar Bowl for lunch. When I offered she gave me one of those pleading looks and asked if we could also take her sorority sister who’d also been confirmed, with us. There was no one from her family there and it was really a big deal for her. Monetarily, I could do it but I really wanted it to be just Elle and I. I’ve never been good at saying ”no“ and I didn’t.

By the time we were done (long wait, slow service) it was almost mid afternoon. I was hoping to have at least a few hours alone with Elle and when we left the girl off at the sorority, Elle wanted to go change. When she came back she didn’t look all that happy. She told me she didn’t feel all that well and begged off. She said she wanted to go lay down for a while. I was disappointed, again, and, in looking back, probably acted a little childish when I told her I was going back to my school. I do remember pulling the panties I’d taken the night before out from under the seat and onto the passenger seat and trying to inspect them again while I was driving.

As it turned out, Elle was sick and for the whole week. When I told her I was coming over that next weekend she begged me not to. I was hurt but her excuse was that she’d gotten so far behind on her schoolwork that she just had to get caught up. She tried to tell me that she, in her heart, wanted to see me but it was imperative that she keep her grades up. There was nothing I could say to change her mind. She did remind me that it was only a few more days until the Thanksgiving break. So that, along with trying to come up with a way to to get her into those special panties I'd taken off the clothes line, was what I focused on until I went to pick her up to go home for Thanksgiving.

In a way, that, itself, was a bit of a problem. Some of the guys from near where my home was approached me about getting a ride home and back. They were underclassmen and without cars. There were four of them and they were willing to pay $20 each for the trip. It was hard to turn them (and the money) down. But I’d promised Elle that I’d take her roommate Nancy and another girl who lived in the town next to ours, home. Eighty dollars, right before Christmas, was a lot to turn down, especially since I didn’t have a job for the holidays.

If there was one good thing that happened over that last period before Thanksgiving was that I gained most of my lost weight back and was feeling much stronger. I’d been a ”good boy“ and hadn’t partied all that much and done a little more studying than usual. All in all , I was ready for a break away from school.

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THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... fairly quiet (Part 39b)

It had been a while since I’d been over to see Elle and thought it would be a good idea to stop at my friend Donnie’s house to let his mother know that I’d be staying there that night. When I walked in she almost didn’t recognize me. Of course I had to explain what had happened to me. It took longer than I expected but the one thing my stopping to see her gained was that she insisted that I sleep in a bed rather than a chair or on the sofa like I usually did. She showed me which one and, just like a mother, told me not to be out too late.

There weren’t as many cars on the hill as usual. There were about five spaces which really gave a good view of the whole town. We got one of those and settled in for some serious ”snuggling“. Elle had used the ladies room when we left the Restaurant and I hadn’t thought about it until we got the car parked. When she lay across my lap and I put my hand up between her legs I was surprised that not only was she wearing a ”package“ but also had a pair of the full plastic panties on over it. When I asked her about it she told me to be patient. I didn’t know exactly what she meant. I don’t know how long I waited before she got up on her knees. Then she just sat there on the calves of her legs for a few minutes looking at me with a sort of smile. Then she lay back down across my lap again. When I put my hand between her legs I could feel the warmth through the plastic. She’d pee’d into her package!. I was totally confused!

The way she explained it was that she’d never been comfortable when she had to pee outside when we were parked on the hill, what with all the other cars around. With colder weather coming she wasn’t sure what she’d be willing to do. Having a few weeks to think about it she decided she’d ”experiment“ by doing what she’d just done. As I listened to her it made sense as far as taking care of the pee but what was I/we to do then. After a few seconds she started to laugh... and so did I.

Then we came up with a plan of attack for at least that night. Surprisingly, she still had on the nylon panties that she’d worn during the day so I asked her if she thought she could get her fingers hooked into the two pair of cotton panties and the plastic ones all at once. She had to struggle a bit but finally was able to do it. With a towel under her she slid the ”package“ down her legs and off. Once they were out of the way we went back to our usual position... and some ”enjoyment”. The trouble was that she didn’t want me to get too “excited“. In spite of my protestations that I felt fine she would only let me rub her panties and ”visit“ inside them for a few seconds at a time. Needless to say it was disappointing to me. To top it off she insisted that I get her back to the sorority around 10pm so that I wouldn’t get ”overtired“.

When I got back to Danny’s house his mother was still up. That was another first. I usually got there so late she would be in bed. Now, as I remember it, I didn’t feel all that tired. But Mrs C insisted that I have some tea with honey and that would be good for me. I looked at myself in the mirror each morning and knew that I pretty gaunt but it was starting to become a complex what with almost everybody wanting to take care of me. Of course I adhered to her wishes. I ended up with one of Danny’s brother’s beds and he was assigned to the couch. I tried to protest but she wouldn’t hear of it. I will admit the bed was better than the couch.

As I remember it nothing memorable happened on Sunday. The most exciting thing was in getting the "package" with the wet panties back into the house without being seen. We spent most of the day at the sorority which meant that being up close and personal was not really possible. In fact, nothing much happened over the next few weeks.

Elle’s period arrived the week following my visit and that was welcomed by both of us. Even though we thought that we were ”safe“ on that memorable weekend it was nice to have it confirmed. I was definitely feeling stronger but didn’t come over to see Elle until Saturday. I remember it being especially cold and windy and not bringing a warm enough coat. Because of that we decided not to go out that night. A number of the girls and their dates also felt the same. With permission from Mrs M, we all went downstairs to the ”game room“ and hung out there. It was pretty tame and boring but I looked at it as better than freezing or being alone. When it was time to go I wasn’t looking forward to the trip back to my car. As usual it was parked on the street leading up to the campus. Even though I was jogging I was looking for a way to short circuit the trip. I remembered the stairway up to the street. When I got to the sorority where I'd seen it I remember jogging right up the driveway of the adjoining house, hoping to find a break in the hedge that separated the two yards. There was a carriage house (garage) in both back yards but the one in the yard of the sorority had a light on the back of it. I was almost all the way to the back when I saw the light shining through the hedge. I got lucky as there was place where some bushes had died and there was enough room for me to squeeze through. All I was thinking about was getting to my car. I saw the stairs and was actually on the first step when I saw something white over my shoulder. I stopped and there, within a few feet, were two pair of panties hanging on a clothesline. I know I was shaking from the cold by then but I just had to go over to look at them. I didn’t even think about the possibility of someone from the sorority seeing me. As I approached I saw something I’d never seen before. Even with the wind blowing them about I could clearly see that the crotch was different. It wasn’t rounded like all the others that I’d seen but had a diamond shape to it. For a second I thought they were cotton because it appeared that they had a band leg like the ones Elle wore. But I was wrong. I grabbed the first ones and found they were nylon. I looked closely at what I thought were band legs and found they were actually faux band legs and that there was elastic at the openings. I knew right then and there that they (both) were going into my pocket.

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THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... fairly quiet (Part 39a)

I did not realize how much the pneumonia took out of me. As I tried to get back to doing normal things I found myself continuing to get tired. I was eating well but not gaining weight. My first day back at classes was brutal. By my last class I was exhausted. I called Mrs T and apologized for not being able to come and do the pie deliveries. I even went back to the infirmary around mid week to find out if I was still sick. The doctor told me that it was fairly common but the fact that I was so thin to begin with and had lost weight was the real reason. My goal for the week was to be able to get over to see Elle. On Friday, after supper, I went back to my room and went to sleep wanting to be as strong as possible for going to see Elle. I was awake before dawn but I waited until after eating a good, big breakfast before leaving. I felt good... and excited.

I ended up parking on the side street that ran up the hill to the campus. As I’ve mentioned, it actually ran off at at angle from the street that Elle’s sorority and other sororities and fraternities were located. As I walked down the hill I saw the stairway down into one of the yards that I'd seen in an earlier visit. I remembered that it appeared that it led down to the back yard of one of the sororities. I thought to myself that it would be a good short cut both going to and coming from Elle’s sorority. When I got down to the bottom of the hill and started walking towards Elle’s, I confirmed that it was in the back yard of the sorority closest to town. I wondered if I could use them some night to save about five or six minutes of time. While I was checking it out I took a look at the adjoining property. The driveways for each were side by side and separated by a boxwood hedge. I stored it in my memory bank for future reference.

I had to wait over an hour for Elle to get back from her classes. She must’ve told everybody that I’d been sick because almost everybody that saw me came over and said how good it was to see me again. I was a bit embarrassed but it did make me feel good. Even Mrs M, the housemother came over and she surprised me by inviting me for lunch. THAT, I was told, was a first! When I first saw Elle she was with some other girls and as much as I wanted to go up and hug and kiss her, I couldn’t. I had to wait until later.

I really didn’t have a “plan” for our afternoon because I wanted to see how I felt. Elle helped me make the decision by telling me she’d promised to help one of her roommates finish a project. She said it wouldn’t take long and we could all go down to the “game room” in the basement. Even though I felt good I actually fell asleep while they were working. It was mid afternoon when I woke up and I found Elle sitting beside me, reading. There was nobody else there which, for a Saturday, was rare. It was the last home football game and a lot of the girls had gone. Even though Elle didn’t really like to “snuggle” down there she did on this occasion. It had been three weeks since we’d had that wonderful weekend. She lay across my lap on her right side. After a nice long kiss I slid my hand up under hes skirt and between her legs. We’d done this so many times up in the Student Union lounge we had it figured out so that if someone walked in on us they wouldn’t really know where my hand was. She would prop her left leg up against my shoulder and then “tent” her skirt so as to hide my arm. I had hoped that she’d be wearing just nylon panties and I was pleased that she had. The only problem was that she wouldn’t let me inside the leg openings of her panties. I reminded myself to just have patience.

Even with that bit of disappointment it was nice to hold her close to me and to feel her body next to mine. We stayed that way until we heard some voices. Elle popped up and told me she’d be right back. I guessed that it was time for a bathroom break for her and was right. Having that nap really revived me. When it was time for supper I was hungry. I won’t say I was ‘flush“ with money but having done absolutely nothing for two weeks meant I had more money than was usual. I offered to take her to the Sugar Bowl which I knew she liked. Then it was my plan that after we ate we’d go park on the hill looking down at the town.

It turned out the Sugar Bowl looked to be a bad idea. With the football game there were a lot more people in town than usual, especially for a Saturday night. We walked in to find a line of people waiting to be seated. We were just about to walk out when one of Elle’s roommates from the previous year, Dee, saw us and told us we could eat with her and her boyfriend. Dee was like so many of the girls in Elle’s sorority, sort of plain looking and with a bland personality. I hadn’t seen (or noticed) her all Fall. The one thing I remembered from the previous year was that I could usually see a good VPL even when she wore a skirt. She liked straight skirts and they were always tight. Even when she wore wool slacks I could see the indentations where the leg elastics of her panties were. It was a pretty boring time so some of my thoughts during the meal were on just what kind of panties she wore.

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

Other than that little bright spot the rest of the day was pretty boring. I made it through by planning for the next day and my ”attack“ on Joanne’s panty drawer. It couldn’t come soon enough. I was excited enough to have a wet dream that night and the realization of that was very embarrassing. So much so that I couldn’t get back to sleep after discovering it. I heard the T’s in the bathroom and then had to impatiently wait for daylight. I was actually a little early. Because it was dark when they all went downstairs the shades were still down. That is, all but the one in the hall. I didn’t dare turn on a light so I had to wait until there was a little more daylight. I knew exactly which drawer was the target and I swear I could hear my heart pounding when I finally pulled it open.

It was like nothing had changed since the last time I’d peeked inside. There was no order to anything. Socks, bras and panties all mixed together. I rooted through the pile on the right and pulled out a few panties and stepped into the hall and to the window. They were all white and well worn as the waist elastics were stretched. I was disappointed. When I’d seen them on the washline they looked fine. I retreated back into the room and grabbed another pile from the other side of the drawer. There were two pair and these were both cotton. They were in much better shape but the labels didn’t tell me anything other than they were 100% cotton and were size 5. More disappointment. I gave up and went back down the hall. Just as I was about to turn into my room I decided to turn right and into the other sister’s room. I really wasn’t expecting much when I pulled the drawer open that I knew held her panties, at least when I’d stayed there. The piles were orderly even though there didn’t appear to be as much stuff as the last time I’d ”peeked“. I figured that they were the same as before but I did pick up the top pair and walked into the bathroom with them. They appeared to be in good shape and when I opened them up to inspect them I had an idea why they were in the drawer. There were blood stains in the leg elastics. Other than that they looked almost new. The label read Globe, just as the old panties I found in my room did. Then it came to me why the name seemed familiar the other morning. They were size 6, a size larger than Joanne wore and a size larger than I’d found in my room. But when I went to put them back I did check the next pair in the stack and found they also were made by Globe but were size 5. Then I remembered when I’d met her during the Summer and had noted that she was a little more ”solid“ than Joanne. To me that meant the size 5’s were too small and she probably wouldn’t be wearing them. I put them in my pocket and, breathing hard, walked back into my room to wait until I heard sounds from downstairs.

I guess knowing that I had a ”trophy“ in my pocket I figured that it was time to ”cool it“. The last thing I wanted to do was to mess up my relationship with the T’s. As boring as it had become it was still better than going to classes but I did miss some of my friends at the fraternity. I ended up spending a good bit of time actually studying over the next two days. I did keep my eyes open for any ”peeks“ but ”behaved“ myself otherwise. Feeling better and better I contacted the doctor and set up an appointment with him at the Infirmary on Thursday. Mrs T dropped me off there when she was making the pie deliveries. He didn’t want me to go back to classes until Monday but gave me the OK to resume ”non physical“ activities. I thought that’s what I’d been doing. I decided that it was time for me to get back to my friends so told Mrs T. She persuaded me to at least stay for dinner and she would take me back afterwards. In spite of my pledge to myself not to go into the panty drawer. I just couldn’t resist one last look at the fancy panties when I went to get my clothes. I remember looking at them longingly and wanting to take one so badly... but I didn’t.

Mrs T. left me off at the Fraternity since that was where my car was. The one thing I wasn’t looking forward to was running into the guys who had thrown me into the lake. As I said earlier, three of them had been put on probation by the school and the house was put on social probation which meant the we couldn’t have any alcoholic beverages or females in the house. When I walked in I got a rather cool reception from some of the brothers. I looked up some of the guys in the ”Unholy Alliance“ and at least they made me feel welcome even though they could no longer drink on their room.

I really wanted to go see Elle but, using good judgment for once, decided to wait until I was really better. When I called I could hear the disappointment in her voice but, realistically, we both knew it was the right thing. She made me promise not to do anything stupid like go out drinking with the guys. It was an easy decision because, for some reason, I had no desire to drink at all. I ended up keeping a low profile the whole weekend. As I remember it I spent a good bit of time thinking about all the panties I’d seen and had my hands on over the past week. In writing this I'm somewhat amazed that I didn't made any attempt to peek as Mrs T's panty drawer. The only reason that I can think of was that I so respected her for all the things she did for me that I knew it wasn't right and would be disrespectful. What I did wasn't right either but for some reason it was different. Does that make any sense?

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

Fortunately, Joanne was absorbed in her pie making and never asked what I’d been doing. It was almost as if I’d never left. My thoughts were on those fancy panties I’d just inspected. I couldn’t wait until after lunch when I’d go upstairs to take a nap.

After lunch Mrs T went off to deliver the pies and Joanne finished cleaning up. I headed up the stairs with one purpose in mind... take another look at the Gotham panties. I knew there was absolutely no way that I’d dare take either one of them but I sure wanted to. After getting them all out I took the really fancy pair and, while sitting on the edge of the bed, held them out in front of me picturing Elle filling them out. I don’t know how long I looked and held them but when I heard a noise down the hall I had a panic attack. I grabbed all the panties and bras and just threw them in the drawer. I lay down on the bed and pretended to be asleep, my heart pounding. Then I heard the bathroom door close and figured it must be Joanne. I was mad at myself in that I hadn’t thought of the possibility of her coming upstairs. When I’d looked at the panties in the morning I was sure no one was in the house. I was mad at myself for not being more careful this time. As I lay there I worried that I wouldn’t get the panties folded right and then back in the same order. My paranoia was running rampant.

I actually did fall asleep and when I woke up I carefully opened the drawer and pulled the panties out once again. Even if I didn't get them exactly right it would be better than Mrs T seeing the mess that they were all in. I knew where the fanciest panties had been located in the pile but had no idea for the other. I decided to inspect the others as I had to fold them all up anyway. There was nothing special about them and there was only one with a brand name. It read Globe and I knew I’d seen the name before but I couldn’t remember when or where. All four had name tags sewn in much like Elle and I had in our things so I figured that these were panties from when she was in college. I folded them up and put them in what I thought was the proper order and slid them back into the drawer. When I pushed it closed I felt like I’d just run a marathon. I needed another nap!

Supper was, at best, businesslike. It was almost like I wasn’t there as Mr T talked to Mrs T about the farm and Mrs T talked with Joanne about her pie business. When we finished up Mr T spread some papers out on the kitchen table and started working with them. Mrs T worked at a desk in a corner of the living room doing the bookwork for Joanne’s pie business while Joanne looked at pictures in a magazine. I wondered why Mrs T didn’t have Joanne learning about that aspect of her business. But it was not my place to interfere so I just sat. Bored! It was obvious that this was not TV oriented family as the TV sat there with a blank screen.

I was really starting to feel better and being bored was a good sign. When I’d been picturing Elle in the fancy Gotham panties earlier on I’d actually started to get a hard on, something that hadn’t happened since my dunking in the lake. I wasn’t ready for bed when they went upstairs and asked if I could watch TV. It was always on at the fraternity and even though I wasn’t ”hooked“ on it I did miss seeing it. I don’t know how long it was before I feel asleep but it was after midnight when Joanne woke me up. It was another case of not recognizing where I was so it took a few seconds to reaclimate myself. I followed Joanne up the stairs and remember being disappointed that her flannel pajamas were too thick for me to get a VPL. I’ll admit that I did look at the chest of drawers again as I undressed but just went straight to bed.

It was a repeat of the previous morning in that I waited until daylight to delve into the panty drawer again. The Gotham panties were still where the interest was. The one specific thing that I do remember about both pairs was that they had lace around the leg openings and that was something I’d never seen before. Oh how I wished I could find out where they were purchased. As I put them all back in the drawer I had a stroke of boldness come over me. I got the idea to go back to Joanne’s room again. The last time I’d stayed with the T's I'd just gotten into her panty drawer when I heard someone downstairs. I really didn’t get a chance to do all that much exploring. I'd gotten a pair of her panties but they turned out to be nothing special. But here I was again. I was excited! But, I’d taken too much time looking at the Gotham panties and as I walked down the hall towards her room I heard voices. It was too late.

After breakfast I asked Joanne if I could help her but she was steadfast in that she wanted to do it all herself. The fact that I was bored was a continuing good sign as far as my health was concerned. I actually started thinking about studying! The problem with that was that I didn’t have any of my books. It had been a whole week since I’d last attended a class and I was starting to feel guilty. After lunch I asked Mrs T to let me ride with her when she delivered the pies and to let me off at the fraternity. At first she said no but when I put the emphasis on my studying, she gave in.

Not many guys were at the house when I arrived but I was able to find out that three of the guys who had thrown me into the lake had been put on probation and the house was now on social probation. I didn’t know if I should’ve felt guilty about the last part but I sure didn’t feel bad about the guys. I also found out that the Dean of Students wanted to see me. I wasn’t too happy about that but decided to wait until the Doctor released me before pursuing what that was all about.

Back at the T’s, I made an effort to do some study related reading but quickly found myself thinking about Joanne’s panty drawer. There was a reason for that. Joanne was no where to be seen when we’d arrived back but soon after came down the stairs and was wearing a bathrobe. She was only holding it closed with one hand and as she came down the last steps one side blew back and I got a look at her whole right leg and hip, right up to the waistband of her panties. It was the first peek I’d had since arriving. It was another signal that I was feeling much better.

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

When Mrs T came to pick me up I had to ask her to take me to my room downtown. The only clothes I had were the ones the guys who had rescued me had dressed me in to take me to the infirmary. I grabbed some underwear, a few shirts and a pair of khakis and we were on our way. Even though I was really tired I was looking forward to staying at the T’s. As we went up the porch stairs to the house Mrs T noted how tired I looked and suggested that it might be wise for me to take a nap. I knew she was right so didn’t protest. Joanne was reading in the living room when we walked in. I remember the shocked look on her face when she saw me and I remember her asking if I was OK. Mrs T led me upstairs and, since I’d stayed there one night the previous year when I’d gotten snowed in, I recognized it. Mr and Mrs T had the bedroom to the right at the top of the stairs and Joanne’s was right across from them. The bathroom was at the end of the hall and the room I’d slept in was to the left of it. Even though I was very tired I remember hoping that Mrs T would turn to the right. I’d been fortunate enough to get to peek into the panty drawer in the room to the left and even though I”d found nothing special I still wanted the chance to peek into the drawers in the other room. Luck was with me. As we walked in I saw three piles of clothes on the bed. Mrs T quickly swept them up in her arms and put them into the chest of drawers at the foot of the bed. She explained that the oldest daughter, Maryann, now graduated from college, was working in the nearby city to the Northeast of them and would usually make a quick visit home each weekend. When she did she’d bring her laundry and she’d been there that weekend. I asked if she ever stayed and remember Mrs T smiling when she said that she didn’t. I asked why and she, with the smile still on her face, explained that Mr T would put her to work if she did. Having watched Mr T ”push“ Mrs T and Joanne, I understood.

I didn’t do anything but take off my shoes and lie down. I went sound asleep. When I woke it was almost dark. It took me a minute to realize where I was and when I did the first thought I had was the chest of drawers. Reason took hold and I thought it would be better to wait until I knew no one was in the house. It was hard though because I was sure I’d seen some panties in the mix. I felt much better but wasn’t ready to run a marathon.

There was no one around and a quick look at the clock told me they were doing the milking chores. I’d asked Mrs T if I could phone Elle when we were on the way to the house and she said it was OK. I was just too tired when we got there so thought this would be a good time. As you can imagine she was very relieved to hear my voice. I have no idea how long we talked but when I heard Joanne in the kitchen I knew it was time to hang up. Joanne came in but she was reluctant to talk with me. It seemed like all she wanted to do was to stare at me. Dinner was much better and even Mr T participated in the conversation, even if it was more of an editorial about the immaturity of college students. After supper it was a little television and then we were on our way to bed at around 9pm. I was ready, for sure and the T’s had to be up at 5am for chores. As soon as I walked into my room my eyes went for the chest of drawers. I just had a feeling that there were some really nice panties in there but, again, reason took hold and I knew I had to wait.

With the bathroom right outside my door I heard the family when they got up in the morning. Again, the chest of drawers and what lay inside them took over my thoughts. I was almost ready to take the plunge but if I did I was going to have to turn on the light. I got a little paranoid worrying that if they saw a light on they might think something was wrong with me and Mrs T might come back in to check. Reluctantly, I waited.

When I heard noise in the kitchen I went downstairs. Mrs T made me breakfast and Joanne started in on her pie making for the day. While I was still eating Mrs T left to get some supplies for Joanne. I knew Mr T was in the barn until at least lunch time so I decided that I could wait no longer. I don’t remember what I told Joanne but I headed back upstairs. When I shut the door my heart was pounding. I pulled open the drawer and saw two piles of clothes. It was obvious which one had the ”treasures“. I pulled it out and onto the bed. There were a few bras on top but I saw what was underneath. In spite of my excitement I had the presence of mind to take the first pair and look at how Mrs T had folded it so that when I was finished I could put it back the right way. In fact, I did just that... even before inspecting them. Satisfied that I could do it I took each of the six pair and lay them out on the bed. I remember that I was almost shaking. There were two pair that caught my attention immediately. One of them was that fanciest pair of panties I’d ever seen. I picked them up off the bed to see who made them. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was so impressed with the look of them but when I touched them it seemed like they felt silkier than any others that I’d ever felt. The label was like none I’d ever seen before in both the name and how it was made. The label read Gotham Gold Stripe and it wasn’t printed. It was actually embroidered and with gold colored thread to boot. I’d never seen that name before and oh how I wanted those panties!

I put them back on the bed and picked up the second prettiest pair. They were also made by Gotham. I was now intrigued. Looking at all six, laid out on the bed, it was obvious that the two pair of Gotham panties were the newest. They were bright white and basically no staining in the crotch area. My deductive powers came up with the idea that the daughter had recently bought them... but where. I’d taken so long on those two that I began to worry that Joanne would start to wonder where I was so I folded them all up, in the order that they’d been in, and placed them, along with the bras, back in the drawer. I actually felt like I was out of breath when I closed the drawer.

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

As soon as the last pledge finished his initiation there was a big party for them in the bar area of the fraternity. I stayed for about an hour and then retreated to the room where I had been grabbing a few hours sleep during the “Hell Week” process. I hadn’t even started to take off my clothes when the door came crashing open. I didn’t even get a chance to see who it was that barged through the door. It take long to figure out though. I recognized the voice of one of them and it was one of the now initiated pledges that I had been harassing throughout the Fall. I was manhandled down the stairs and then outside. At that point I knew there were at least four of them as each arm and leg was grabbed by a different person. I tried fighting them off but ended up hurting myself so after a few minutes gave up. They carried me across the road and to the edge of the campus lake. There was a standing school rule that no one was to go in or onto the lake. They didn’t care as I found myself flying through the air and splashing into the water, back first. As I came back to the surface I made the mistake of trying to stand up. As I did I found myself sinking slowly into the muck that lay on the bottom. I could feel the pressure of it on my legs when I tried to pull them back up. I found that I couldn’t. In fact I found I couldn’t move at all. I also found myself incredibly cold. I don’t know how cold it was outside at the time but, being a sailor, I was aware of hypothermia.

I watched the perpetrators as they ran back towards the house. I knew they wouldn’t come back so didn’t even bother to yell. But when I realized that I was basically trapped by the muck I did. Not only was I cold but now I was frightened. When I found that I didn’t have the strength to even try to pull my legs out of the muck I started screaming for help. Thank God that a few of the brothers of the neighboring fraternity were outside their house hazing some of their own pledges. Two ran across the road to see what all the noise was about. I was able to convey that I was stuck in the muck and desperately in need of help. One of them stayed by the edge of the lake and the other ran back to the fraternity. The guy who stayed tried keeping me somewhat calm. I don’t know how long it took (about then I started loosing it) but when help came they threw me a rope. I was able to wrap the rope around me and to tie some sort of a knot. a I don’t remember being pulled out of the lake or being carried to their fraternity. The first thing I do remember was lying on the floor of a shower, in a fetal position, with warm water pouring over me. I was shaking uncontrollably. The next thing I knew I was at the infirmary.

Long story short... I ended up with pneumonia. I don’t have much to tell about my stay in the infirmary except that I certainly didn’t get to see Elle that weekend. If there was one good thing that came of the whole episode it was that Mrs T, when I didn’t come to deliver Joanne’s pies for two days, came looking for me. After a few days in there I wanted out as soon as possible. But the infirmary doctor, knowing college student's habits, wouldn’t release me until he was sure I was better. But, being a small town where everybody knew everybody else, Mrs T’s doctor happened to be the same one I had at the infirmary. When I complained to Mrs T she, without telling me, told the doctor that she was willing to have me stay with her for a few days if he would release me. When I heard that news I was ecstatic. To do it though, I had to get my parents permission. That was easy. When I was released I was told no activity for at least three days and then to get the doctor’s approval to go back to classes. That was fine by me. I knew I’d certainly get fed well. The timing was perfect as I was finally to the point where food started to look good again. When I left the infirmary I had lost 7 pounds. They were pounds that I could ill afford to lose. Being 6’1“ and only 142 pounds made me look like a scare crow.

The minute I heard Mrs T say that she wanted me to go to her house my mind started racing. Even though I got an almost weekly peek at both Mrs T’s and Joanne’s panties hanging on the clothesline I was hoping that I’d get some real up close and personal looks during my visit. That, on top of good cooking... an unbeatable combination!

Fortunately, some of my friends were able to contact Elle before that weekend to let her know what happened and that I wouldn't be over to see her. I couldn’t call from the infirmary as I was only allowed to contact my parents. Mr and Mrs T were super kind to me in just about every way when I got to their house including the use of the telephone. I could hear the concern in Elle’s voice when I finally got to talk with her. My memory is fuzzy on the day of the week because I lost a couple of them completely. I think it might've been Sunday. But I told Elle I’d be down to see her as soon as I was released from the doctor’s care which would've been the following weekend. That seemed to calm her... and allowed me to focus on my time with the T’s.

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

We hadn’t set the alarm for Elle to get up and use the toilet when I turned the light out. We both woke up at about the same time and Elle said she was wet. I put my hand between her legs and found a nice warm mass through the plastic. She wanted to get up but I wouldn’t let her. I rolled her over on top of me and I could feel the warmness on my groin. We stayed that way for a while before rolling out of bed. The first thing we did was to see just how wet the bed was after all our “activity”. It wasn’t as bad as the previous morning and, surprisingly, we didn’t get anything on the mattress. I remember thinking what the lady who had praised us when we checked in would think of us if she saw what we’d done to her sheets and towels.

When we showered we had to use the hand towels to dry ourselves off since we’d used all the bath towels up on the bed. We both had to “air dry” a bit before we got fully dressed. That was OK by me because I got to see Elle in just her bra and panties as she walked around collecting her panties that we'd and hung all around the room and in the closet. The cotton ones were still damp so I took one of the chairs over by the heat vent and draped them so they might be dry by the time we left.

I really didn’t even want to think about leaving. Everything had gone so much better that I’d dreamed that I didn’t want it to end. But Elle was getting “antsy” about her upcoming exams and wanted to get back early so she could do a review with some of her classmates back at the sorority. I, too, had to be back fairly early as “Hell Week” for the pledges at the fraternity was to start at 6pm and all the “Brothers” were required to be there. Check out time was noon and I was hoping to stay until then. That would get Elle back in mid afternoon and me back just in time.

Before we left for breakfast I did a quick count of my money. I needed gas and that left enough for one good meal. We decided to go for a good breakfast and then hope that there might be some leftovers at Elle’s sorority. There usually were on Sunday's when some of the girls took off for the weekend. We headed back to the same diner. Elle had agreed that we would stay provided we spent the time studying when we got back from eating. I could only hope that she’d strip again when we got back. All through breakfast that was all I could think about.

It wasn’t to be. When we returned to the room Elle was “all business”. We packed our clothes and then sat down to study. The only “liberty” Elle allowed me was when she used the toilet just before we left. She didn’t wipe and then let me rub her panties... but only for a few seconds. They were nylon so it felt really good. She’d decided to wear a modified “package” for the trip home. I got to watch her as she added a pair of the Nazareth heavy cotton panties with a sanitary pad and the sanitary panties over them. It was interesting to watch her do that, for sure.

The weather had been nice up until the time we left and then it got cloudy and windy. When I stopped so Elle could use a rest room it started to rain. That was not good as the windshield wipers in the Merc were not very good. I ended up missing a turn and going about 30 or so miles out of our way. That, and the fact that I couldn’t drive the speed limit because of the rain, we ended up back at Elle’s sorority almost an hour after she/we wanted to. During this last part of the trip we hardly talked at all. I was concentrating on trying to see through the windshield and Elle was too. She was extremely nervous and I remember her asking, more than once, how I could see anything. As I carried her bags up to the sorority she told me she was glad she’d put on the “package”. I didn’t have the opportunity to ask her exactly what she meant as her roommates were waiting for her. I could only guess. I also had to get going right away to be able to be back to my fraternity in time for the start of “Hell Week”. Our weekend ended with just a peck on her cheek... but it was still an unbelievable weekend.

I’m not sure if “Hell Week” wasn’t almost as hard on the “brothers” as it was on the pledges. It sure was on me. The fraternity plan was to keep the pledges up and awake for at least 52 hours straight. The brothers had assigned rotating four hour shifts. I concentrated on the three pledges that I’d focused on because I didn’t like their attitude. I ended up being a “hard nose” to a few others as well. When the 52+ hours were up and the actual initiation took place I almost “black balled” all three but chickened out. None of the brothers could remember the last time that a pledge had been denied. I remember how glad I was that the whole process was over and that I could get some real sleep. I decided to “crash” in the bunk of the house president as he was away attending a funeral of a family member. It turned out to be a mistake. A BIG mistake!

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

I stayed there until she decided to go to the bathroom again. She didn’t “invite” me in like earlier but I followed her in anyway. I’d noticed that there was a pair of nylon panties lying on top of her clothes in her suitcase. As I walked past I picked them up and brought them with me. She was waiting for me, already sitting on the the toilet with her panties still on. She saw the nylon panties but told me she’d put them on when she got up. How could I complain? I enjoyed rubbing her crotch as she peed but I enjoyed it more when she put on the nylon panties. Unfortunately, she didn’t give me much time before she was back to her books. It was nice while it lasted!

It was dark out when Elle got up to go again. As before, I followed her into the bathroom but this time she put her hand up before she got to the toilet. Before I could say anything she said she was willing to wear the damp panties to she had on to dinner but if I wanted her to pee through them she wouldn’t. She said she’d be “nice” to me when we got back. Discretion being the better part of valor I backed off and didn’t say a word. What I did get was a quick look at her bush as she pulled the panties down so it wasn’t like I didn’t get any pleasure.

It was back to the same diner for dinner. We’d looked over the menu on our first visit and had planned out all our meals based upon the prices. The waitress we’d had the previous night had told us that the Saturday special was really good if we liked meat loaf. Not my favorite but the price was right. We took our time and had some fun talking about our future. By the time we got back to the room it meant it’d be close to 11pm by the time Elle’s desired 8 hours of study would expire. I wasn’t looking forward to it at all. But Elle was true to her word and as soon as we got back to the room she headed for the bathroom. What I didn’t realize was that she’d “leaked” when she got out of the car. By the time she sat on the toilet she was peeing full force. But, even though I was “late to the party”, the feeling of her warm pee though the two pair of panties had me “ready”. The problem was that I knew she’d make me wait until her study time was up. It was going to be a loooooonnnnnnggggg two hours!

She was really on me for not having done much real studying so I made the effort, sitting at the desk with my back to her so I couldn’t see her. I actually accomplished something and when I turned to tell her found her asleep. When I got up I looked to see if she’d wet and she hadn’t but I felt I should wake her before she did. I climbed onto the bed on my side and snuggled up next to her. I startled her and she let out a funny little sound. She immediately turned towards me. By then I was “ready“. I ”plugged in“ between her legs and into the crotch of her panties and we started kissing. It couldn’t have been more that a minute before I felt my leg getting very warm. I was ”working“, back and forth into her crotch and was very close to coming. She rolled away which was a good thing. She grabbed the towel that was under her and stuffed it between her legs. I watched her as I caught my breath. She looked back at me and apologized. I wanted to say that there was nothing to apologize for but I didn’t. While she sat there I went to the bathroom and got another towel and lay it on the bed next to her. Then I stood in front of her and took the towel from her gesturing for her to stand up. While she did I turned the light out on the night stand next to the bed. Then I peeled the wet panties off of her. It was the first time she’d ever let me do that and I can tell you that I was really excited.

I had her lay down on the bed (on the towel) and then sat on her upper thighs, staring down at her. The only thing wrong was that I’d not thought to take her bra off and when I bent over to nuzzle her breasts she realized it and helped me out. The next few minutes were a whole new experience for me. I hadn’t realized how sexually stimulating kissing a females breasts are to them. I sure found out!

It turned out that that whole episode was the best that I’d experienced. It was all so natural. The breast kissing led to me just sliding down on top of her and then she guided my penis right into her. It was so easy and natural... and wonderful. She didn’t have an orgasm but she did get pretty ”wound up”... and I managed to hold up for a fair amount of time. When we were through we both fell asleep for a short time. I woke up first as I’d ended up with an arm under me in an awkward position. neither of us felt like getting up to shower but Elle wanted her “package” on. I’d never changed a baby’s diaper but I felt funny putting her panties on while she was lying there in bed. I got the sanitary napkins and Elle placed them the way she wanted them. As I got the plastic panties and turned out the light I saw that it was after midnight. Elle went right to sleep but I lay awake, snuggled next to her, thinking of what it would be like to be married and to be able to do what we’d just done every night. I know it was a long time before I finally fell asleep.

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