A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45m)
The first five weeks of Summer school had flown by but the last week seemed to drag. One good thing was that the Economics instructor wanted to get a head start on his vacation so gave us the final exam on Wednesday. Rose was very good note taker so as we studied for the Drama final I felt very confident. The only drawback was the promise I’d made to Rose to go to see Inherit the Wind with her that Friday night after our final exam. Elle had fully recovered and I really wanted to spend that last night before going back to work with her. I was committed to returning to work that Saturday and this was messing that up. But, a promise is a promise and I really felt that my being paired with Rose for the course pretty much guaranteed that I got a good grade.
Rose preceeded me out of the exam room. She was waiting in the hall and I knew I’d done well. She could see the big smile on my face and she ran up to me a gave me a big hug. I should’ve been the one giving the hug. I'd loaded all my clothes and things from Van's house so all I had to do was follow her out to her house. We both had the tops down and, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel any pressure.
It was just past noon when we got to her house. I was somewhat surprised that no one was there. Since we had about eight hours to kill until the play I wondered just what we’d do. Rose made up some things to eat and got a bottle of wine and we went out on the patio that looked out on the harbor. We couldn’t see it through the trees but it was nice just knowing it was there. I really can’t say why I drank any of the wine because I wasn’t a wine drinker... but I did. After a while she asked if I wanted to see the house. What could I say? As I said before, it wasn’t a mansion but it was big. There were four bedrooms with her parent’s master bedroom being huge. It was the first house I’d been in where there was a bathroom inside the bedroom. There were two bedrooms that faced out towards the East and the harbor. As Rose had told me, you could see a bit of the harbor from the small balconies. As I stood there trying to see the harbor I could feel the effect of the wine. The bedroom that belonged to Rose was still decorated as it had been when she was much younger. She didn’t seem to be embarrassed about it though.
Once back downstairs she asked if I wanted to go see the harbor. With nothing else to do I agreed. As we were leaving the house she grabbed another bottle of wine and I wondered what she intended to do with it. We walked down the hill from her house and reached a narrow winding road. It wasn’t far to the water from there. I saw a small house with a fairly short dock that protruded out into the harbor. There were about 20 dinghys on racks right next to it. When we reached it a young man came out of the house and asked Rose if she wanted the family dingy to be taken down. Rose looked at me and asked if I wanted to row out to her father’s boat. Again, there wasn’t anything else to do.
Rose was wearing a pair of pale yellow shorts with cuffs. The leg openings were fairly wide and, as we were settling into the boat I got a nice view up one of them. I rowed the boat and Rose sat on the rear seat. After getting the quick peek I hoped there would be more but it wasn’t to be. Her father’s boat was a Chris Craft about 35 feet in length. Back then, Chris Craft was among the elite of boat builders and I was impressed. It was moored almost in the middle of the harbor. As warm as it was rowing turned out to be work. I approached the boat from the stern. I had no idea what the name, ”Sogno“, meant. Rose laughed as she told me it meant ”Dream“ in Italian.
Getting on the boat from the dingy was going to be a little difficult, especially for Rose. I couldn’t do much to help her as I had to use both hands to hold the dingy close to the boat. She used a railing post to pull herself up on the deck. My face wasn’t more than inches away from her bottom as she ooched her way up. I think it was the closest VPL I’d ever seen. Once she was on deck I passed the bottle of wine to her and then pulled myself up. It was the biggest power boat I’d ever been on. Rose went to this cabinet that was attached to the cabin and took out two deck chairs and then went to the cabin door. I watched as she felt around in her pockets, obviously looking for the key. I heard her swear in Italian and then she gave me this hang dog look as she turned the palms of her hands up. At that point all I wanted was something, anything to drink. As I had mentioned, rowing out there in the hot sun was work. Even though I wasn’t a wine drinker, anything at that point was going to taste good.
We had no cups since Rose couldn’t get into the cabin so we drank right from the bottle. It was a sweet wine so it went down easily. There wasn’t much wind and I was perspiring just sitting in the sun. I moved my chair to the shade and within minutes I was asleep. The next thing I knew Rose was shaking me awake. I honestly didn’t know where I was. I remember Rose asking me if I wanted to go swimming. That... woke me up.
To be continued...
Friday, July 03, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45l)
Sunday turned out to somewhat similar to the previous one. A pretty stiff breeze out of the East with a fine mist that made it pretty miserable even before we put the boats in the water. The twins were dressed like it was winter with long pants and sweat shirts. They were looking at my boat when I got there and as I walked up I saw Pam leaning over the deck. It was a nice present... a very good VPL. She definitely wasn’t wearing the same heavy cotton panties that she used to wear. But my mind was more on sailing than panties at that moment.
It turned out to be a very long but successful day. Even though we were supposed to race but one race we, realistically, sailed two. The first was thrown out for technical reasons so, to complete the series we needed to sail a second race. Because the wind had picked up even more some of the competitors decided that they had had enough and headed for shore. Rick and I were so cold and were shaking so much we could hardly speak to each other. If the first race had counted we would’ve qualified for the championships. We weren’t doing all that well in the second one and I honestly thought we had blown our chances. But, going for the finish line, we sucked it in and beat the two boats that were just ahead of us as we crossed the finish line. It was the closest finish I’d ever been involved in. We ended up finishing fourth and I didn’t think it was good enough. However, once ashore, we were told that we ended up second and had qualified for the Championships. It was exciting but all I wanted at that time was to get warm. I think it was because I knew I wasn’t going to race in the Championships that I wasn’t more excited.
That night Elle was happy for me but she seemed to be somewhat subdued. By the time I’d eaten and got over to her house I was so very tired that I didn’t press the matter. As I remember it we didn’t do much of anything and I left early and went home and to bed.
Rose and I had a good week as far as our “team” was concerned. She stopped her flirting with me and that took some of the pressure off. Of course it meant no more panty peeks but I was more than willing to forgo those by that time. During the week, on a call to Elle, I found out that both she and her mother were quite sick. Her mother didn’t trust doctors so I knew it had to be bad when I found out that they had both been seen by a doctor. Elle said that neither of them had been to work so that was another measure of how serious it was.
When the Drama class had started the instructor had indicated that we’d tackle three plays. However, we’d spent almost three weeks on Inherit the Wind. This was our second week on Picnic which meant there was only one week for the last play, Death of a Salesman. On that Friday, the instructor made an offer to the class that if we were willing to spend the weekend reading all of Death of a Salesman and be ready for a quiz on Monday, we wouldn’t have to write a paper about the play, Picnic. For me it was a “no brainer“. Sitting down to write a paper, back then, was an ordeal for me. The majority agreed that it was a ”deal“. Rose was one who wanted to write the paper but that was because she’d already started it.
When I got home Friday afternoon Elle was up and sitting in her back yard. She looked terrible. Her eyes were sunken into her head and she had definitely lost weight. My guess is that it was the ”flu“ but in those times that wasn’t something that anyone really ever heard. It was usually a ”Summer cold“. In any case, it didn’t look good for us going out and me being alone with her. If there was a good thing about it it was that I really had no excuse not to do the reading of the play.
I knew Rick would not be back to sail that Sunday and I had intended to have Elle sail with me. On Saturday afternoon, one of the other sailors from the club called me up wondering if he could borrow my boat for the Sunday races. He’d broken his mast in the Territorials and hadn’t been able to locate a new one. He was well up in the standings for the weekly races and knowing that I wasn’t going to be there for August thought he’d ask. He was a good guy and I felt sorry for him so said ”yes“.
I spent as much time with Elle as her mother would let me. She slept a good bit of the time while I did my reading. Because I was planning on heading back to work the following Saturday I had to go get my boat when the races were over and then store it away. It was sort of bittersweet knowing that I’d qualified for the Championships and yet wouldn’t be competing in them.
To be continued...
Sunday turned out to somewhat similar to the previous one. A pretty stiff breeze out of the East with a fine mist that made it pretty miserable even before we put the boats in the water. The twins were dressed like it was winter with long pants and sweat shirts. They were looking at my boat when I got there and as I walked up I saw Pam leaning over the deck. It was a nice present... a very good VPL. She definitely wasn’t wearing the same heavy cotton panties that she used to wear. But my mind was more on sailing than panties at that moment.
It turned out to be a very long but successful day. Even though we were supposed to race but one race we, realistically, sailed two. The first was thrown out for technical reasons so, to complete the series we needed to sail a second race. Because the wind had picked up even more some of the competitors decided that they had had enough and headed for shore. Rick and I were so cold and were shaking so much we could hardly speak to each other. If the first race had counted we would’ve qualified for the championships. We weren’t doing all that well in the second one and I honestly thought we had blown our chances. But, going for the finish line, we sucked it in and beat the two boats that were just ahead of us as we crossed the finish line. It was the closest finish I’d ever been involved in. We ended up finishing fourth and I didn’t think it was good enough. However, once ashore, we were told that we ended up second and had qualified for the Championships. It was exciting but all I wanted at that time was to get warm. I think it was because I knew I wasn’t going to race in the Championships that I wasn’t more excited.
That night Elle was happy for me but she seemed to be somewhat subdued. By the time I’d eaten and got over to her house I was so very tired that I didn’t press the matter. As I remember it we didn’t do much of anything and I left early and went home and to bed.
Rose and I had a good week as far as our “team” was concerned. She stopped her flirting with me and that took some of the pressure off. Of course it meant no more panty peeks but I was more than willing to forgo those by that time. During the week, on a call to Elle, I found out that both she and her mother were quite sick. Her mother didn’t trust doctors so I knew it had to be bad when I found out that they had both been seen by a doctor. Elle said that neither of them had been to work so that was another measure of how serious it was.
When the Drama class had started the instructor had indicated that we’d tackle three plays. However, we’d spent almost three weeks on Inherit the Wind. This was our second week on Picnic which meant there was only one week for the last play, Death of a Salesman. On that Friday, the instructor made an offer to the class that if we were willing to spend the weekend reading all of Death of a Salesman and be ready for a quiz on Monday, we wouldn’t have to write a paper about the play, Picnic. For me it was a “no brainer“. Sitting down to write a paper, back then, was an ordeal for me. The majority agreed that it was a ”deal“. Rose was one who wanted to write the paper but that was because she’d already started it.
When I got home Friday afternoon Elle was up and sitting in her back yard. She looked terrible. Her eyes were sunken into her head and she had definitely lost weight. My guess is that it was the ”flu“ but in those times that wasn’t something that anyone really ever heard. It was usually a ”Summer cold“. In any case, it didn’t look good for us going out and me being alone with her. If there was a good thing about it it was that I really had no excuse not to do the reading of the play.
I knew Rick would not be back to sail that Sunday and I had intended to have Elle sail with me. On Saturday afternoon, one of the other sailors from the club called me up wondering if he could borrow my boat for the Sunday races. He’d broken his mast in the Territorials and hadn’t been able to locate a new one. He was well up in the standings for the weekly races and knowing that I wasn’t going to be there for August thought he’d ask. He was a good guy and I felt sorry for him so said ”yes“.
I spent as much time with Elle as her mother would let me. She slept a good bit of the time while I did my reading. Because I was planning on heading back to work the following Saturday I had to go get my boat when the races were over and then store it away. It was sort of bittersweet knowing that I’d qualified for the Championships and yet wouldn’t be competing in them.
To be continued...
Sunday, June 28, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45k)
When we sat back down on the sofa to read the drama class assignment Elle took a seat at the other end. I encouraged her to get closer but all she did was to smile. I couldn’t figure why she was smiling. But then, ever so subtly, she lifted her legs, one at a time, up onto the seat. The view I got solved my puzzlement. Then she said that if I was a “good boy”, and concentrated on my reading, there would be a “surprise“ for me when I was finished. Talk about pressure! It was hard enough to concentrate knowing what was under her tented skirt but the anticipation of a ‘surprise” made it almost impossible. I know I read some passages at least three times.
It was around 11pm when my parents came home. They stopped to say “hello” and then headed upstairs to bed. That, in itself, was a relief. I guess I finished up about a half hour later. When I said I was done Elle said something that didn’t make any sense when she said it. It was something like “I was beginning to worry I wouldn’t make it.” I had no idea what she meant until we walked out the front door. Once there she grabbed my hand and ran for the steps to the beach. That’s when the light went on. She’d been holding off going to the bathroom hoping to last until I was finished.
Once on the sand she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. She kept walking until she was under the raised part of the dock. Once there she stopped and spread her legs. It was dark but I certainly knew what was happening. Within seconds I could hear her pee puddling in the sand. I stepped up to her and put my hand on her crotch. She hated it when I did that when she was actually peeing because it made her it run down her legs... but she didn’t say anything and put her free arm around me and drew me up to her so we could kiss. If we’d been just about anywhere but right in front of my house... Well, you know what I mean.
The Territorial regatta was a two day, three race series. It brought the best sailors in our area together. It was certainly tougher racing than our regular club races even though our club had some of the best skippers. Rick and I were there early, anxious to get started. I was pleased to see the twins were still racing. It had been two years since I’d last seen them and what a difference those two years made. They had matured in all ways and had given up that annoying habit of wearing the same clothes. Pam had let her hair grow longer and had it in a pony tail for the races. Penny had hers cut shorter and it was somewhat curly. It was now easy to tell them apart. To be truthful, one of the first things I thought of was were they still wearing the same heavy cotton panties that I remembered them wearing. There were other people that I recognized as well. The weather was perfect and I was excited to get going.
I saw that the twins had changed into bathing suits (not the same) to race in. I, of course, was hoping that they’d be wearing their clothes. They had towed their boat behind a station wagon that was parked right in front of where my boat was located on the beach. I saw Pam headed for the wagon carrying what appeared to be clothes. Rick and I were just about ready to launch when I saw her. We were waiting for another guy to come over to help us and when I saw her headed down the beach to her boat I ran up to the wagon. The windows were up and the doors locked but there on the front seat were the clothes and right on top was a pair of white nylon panties. It was certainly another sign that they were maturing.
We did very well and were in third place after the two races. It was exciting to be so competitive against the best. The club was holding a cook out and party that night and Elle had switched with one of the other girls at work so she could attend. The only bad thing was that the twins spent more time hanging around us than I would’ve liked. I won’t say Elle was jealous because she had met them at races in years past but it was a bit uncomfortable.
We left the party fairly early and, just because we were both a bit anxious, I decided we’d go back to the abandoned garage. Because the sailing club building was built out on the beach a slatted wooden path was made so people wouldn’t have to get sand in their shoes on the way to and from the parking lot. The problem with it was that the slats were placed a bit too far apart. Anyone wearing flip flops or open toed sandals had to be careful that their shoes didn’t get caught between the slats. We were hurrying down the path with me in front and holding one of Elle’s hands. All of a sudden I felt my arm jerk and by the time I turned around Elle was on her side lying on the path. I got to her right away and I heard her say something I’d never heard before... a swear word.
As I stooped down to help her up I could see that when she fell she had skinned her knee. But that wasn’t was what caused her to swear. She was wetting herself and as she was wearing a brand new pair of bermuda shorts, it upset her. When I got her to her feet I could see that one side of her shorts were completely wet. She wasn’t happy, at all, and when she realized she had a skinned knee it made her madder. I had a small first aid kit in the car and once there I cleaned it up and put a few band aids on it. As I was doing that she said it was all my fault. That puzzled me and I asked her how it could be my fault. She’d put off using the toilet to save her pee for me for when we got to the garage. Hmmm... I appreciated the thought but had a hard time accepting the blame.
The net result was that the thoughts of what we’d expected to do had quickly disappeared. She wanted to go home to wash out the shorts so they wouldn’t get stained. As it was past 9pm, her parents were already asleep so it wasn’t a problem of walking in with wet clothes on. We were pretty much silent on the way home. After she changed we ended up sitting, pretty much silent, on the front stoop of her house. I remember thinking about how fast things change. From great great anticipation to disappointment in just a few seconds.
To be continued...
When we sat back down on the sofa to read the drama class assignment Elle took a seat at the other end. I encouraged her to get closer but all she did was to smile. I couldn’t figure why she was smiling. But then, ever so subtly, she lifted her legs, one at a time, up onto the seat. The view I got solved my puzzlement. Then she said that if I was a “good boy”, and concentrated on my reading, there would be a “surprise“ for me when I was finished. Talk about pressure! It was hard enough to concentrate knowing what was under her tented skirt but the anticipation of a ‘surprise” made it almost impossible. I know I read some passages at least three times.
It was around 11pm when my parents came home. They stopped to say “hello” and then headed upstairs to bed. That, in itself, was a relief. I guess I finished up about a half hour later. When I said I was done Elle said something that didn’t make any sense when she said it. It was something like “I was beginning to worry I wouldn’t make it.” I had no idea what she meant until we walked out the front door. Once there she grabbed my hand and ran for the steps to the beach. That’s when the light went on. She’d been holding off going to the bathroom hoping to last until I was finished.
Once on the sand she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. She kept walking until she was under the raised part of the dock. Once there she stopped and spread her legs. It was dark but I certainly knew what was happening. Within seconds I could hear her pee puddling in the sand. I stepped up to her and put my hand on her crotch. She hated it when I did that when she was actually peeing because it made her it run down her legs... but she didn’t say anything and put her free arm around me and drew me up to her so we could kiss. If we’d been just about anywhere but right in front of my house... Well, you know what I mean.
The Territorial regatta was a two day, three race series. It brought the best sailors in our area together. It was certainly tougher racing than our regular club races even though our club had some of the best skippers. Rick and I were there early, anxious to get started. I was pleased to see the twins were still racing. It had been two years since I’d last seen them and what a difference those two years made. They had matured in all ways and had given up that annoying habit of wearing the same clothes. Pam had let her hair grow longer and had it in a pony tail for the races. Penny had hers cut shorter and it was somewhat curly. It was now easy to tell them apart. To be truthful, one of the first things I thought of was were they still wearing the same heavy cotton panties that I remembered them wearing. There were other people that I recognized as well. The weather was perfect and I was excited to get going.
I saw that the twins had changed into bathing suits (not the same) to race in. I, of course, was hoping that they’d be wearing their clothes. They had towed their boat behind a station wagon that was parked right in front of where my boat was located on the beach. I saw Pam headed for the wagon carrying what appeared to be clothes. Rick and I were just about ready to launch when I saw her. We were waiting for another guy to come over to help us and when I saw her headed down the beach to her boat I ran up to the wagon. The windows were up and the doors locked but there on the front seat were the clothes and right on top was a pair of white nylon panties. It was certainly another sign that they were maturing.
We did very well and were in third place after the two races. It was exciting to be so competitive against the best. The club was holding a cook out and party that night and Elle had switched with one of the other girls at work so she could attend. The only bad thing was that the twins spent more time hanging around us than I would’ve liked. I won’t say Elle was jealous because she had met them at races in years past but it was a bit uncomfortable.
We left the party fairly early and, just because we were both a bit anxious, I decided we’d go back to the abandoned garage. Because the sailing club building was built out on the beach a slatted wooden path was made so people wouldn’t have to get sand in their shoes on the way to and from the parking lot. The problem with it was that the slats were placed a bit too far apart. Anyone wearing flip flops or open toed sandals had to be careful that their shoes didn’t get caught between the slats. We were hurrying down the path with me in front and holding one of Elle’s hands. All of a sudden I felt my arm jerk and by the time I turned around Elle was on her side lying on the path. I got to her right away and I heard her say something I’d never heard before... a swear word.
As I stooped down to help her up I could see that when she fell she had skinned her knee. But that wasn’t was what caused her to swear. She was wetting herself and as she was wearing a brand new pair of bermuda shorts, it upset her. When I got her to her feet I could see that one side of her shorts were completely wet. She wasn’t happy, at all, and when she realized she had a skinned knee it made her madder. I had a small first aid kit in the car and once there I cleaned it up and put a few band aids on it. As I was doing that she said it was all my fault. That puzzled me and I asked her how it could be my fault. She’d put off using the toilet to save her pee for me for when we got to the garage. Hmmm... I appreciated the thought but had a hard time accepting the blame.
The net result was that the thoughts of what we’d expected to do had quickly disappeared. She wanted to go home to wash out the shorts so they wouldn’t get stained. As it was past 9pm, her parents were already asleep so it wasn’t a problem of walking in with wet clothes on. We were pretty much silent on the way home. After she changed we ended up sitting, pretty much silent, on the front stoop of her house. I remember thinking about how fast things change. From great great anticipation to disappointment in just a few seconds.
To be continued...
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some "ripples" (Part 45j)
I’m sure Rose could see I wasn’t too happy about doing it so she stayed fairly quiet on the trip. When we made the turn off the main highway I followed her directions and after a few miles she got really animated and pointed to a sign on the side of the road. She was pointing to the theater in the round that the play Inherit the Wind was going to be performed. I remember shaking my head and thinking ”no way!“, but didn’t say anything. It only took a few minutes to her house. It wasn’t a mansion, by any means, but it was certainly the biggest house in the area. It was located on a slight hill and faced out onto a small harbor. I couldn’t see the water from the driveway but Rose said she could see it from her room. She, naturally, invited me in but I told her I had to get right back to Van’s house. She was obviously disappointed. On my way back I was upset with myself for treating her so curtly and vowed to apologize the next day.
It wasn’t that simple. When she didn’t show up for our pre-class meeting I thought it was because she couldn’t get a ride. I sat next to her, as usual, but she wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence. That didn’t help with our class participation. As soon as the class ended I followed her out and stopped her in the hallway. If there was one thing I knew it was that I really needed her to insure that I did well in that class. After a bit of grovelling, she agreed to go back out to our usual meeting place. She had a ”deal“ for me... if I would promise to go to the play with her she’d forgive me. I didn’t see any way out.
Her mother had driven her to the campus and was then headed to the city. Her MG was to be ready that afternoon and, of course, she looked to me to take her there to pick it up. Since it was a Friday all it meant was a little delay in getting home. A small price to pay to keep her somewhat happy.
Once I got home my focus was on sailboat racing. As Elle wasn’t working she accompanied me to the sailing club so I could make sure the boat was race ready. There were still a lot of kids there taking sailing lessons. It was the first time I’d been there while they were going on and I saw the girl, Peggy, who had crewed for me a few weeks earlier. I’d told Elle about her but not about the panty peeks I’d had. When I saw her I immediately envisioned her standing in the water in her panties. I pointed her out to Elle and I remember her giving me a funny look. As I had described her... she was a very nice girl. I remember looking over some of the other girls on the beach and thinking that if they had Peggy’s body they’d really be something.
There were some things that I’d decided to change on the boat. It turned out that it took longer than I’d expected. Elle was a big help but we’d gotten so involved that we missed the closing of the clubhouse. I saw the manager’s car leaving the parking lot and that was it. We’d been there well over two hours and that was pushing Elle’s bladder limits. Realizing this I started getting a bulge. I guess you could call me mean and cruel but I mentioned the fact that the club was now locked. You know how the power of suggestion works.
If she were just about any other girl she would’ve just gone behind the club and pulled down her shorts and panties and peed. But Elle was Elle... and that wasn’t going to happen. What I was working on in the boat could be left and returned to later on so I took her by the hand and led her over to my car. The way it was parked was actually parallel to the shoreline. Since there were no other cars in the lot or any people on the beach I told her she could take her shorts off in the car and then could step out and pee on the ground. No one would see her. The car itself would block anyone on the road from seeing her and the open passenger door would also block anyone's view. I actually asked her to do it... just for me. After looking around in all directions she did as I asked. Normally when she peed and I was with her she’d let me put my hand between her legs. But that was when it was dark out. With bright sunshine she didn’t want me near her. So I stood by the back of the car and watched. It was the next best thing and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
The ever present towel from under the seat took up most of the wetness. Another pair of heavy cotton panties from the ”stash” I kept under my seat took care of the rest. We went back to the boat and finished up and by the time we headed for home she was reasonably dry. I patted her bottom just to make sure and it felt like it would from normal perspiration. When we got to her house I asked if she’d leave on the clothes she was wearing. She gave me one of those “you’ve got to be kidding” looks so I didn’t know what she’d do.
As racing would take up the next two days and I knew I’d be tired on Sunday night, it made sense to me to do my homework that night. Elle was OK with it and she brought some magazines to read while I struggled with Economic theory. Actually, having her there made it tough to concentrate as I kept thinking of what we might end up doing when I finished up. After the “look” she gave me when I asked her to leave the panties on that she’d wet in I didn’t dare ask. Wondering if she did or didn’t leave them on also weighed on my mind. My parents were next door visiting with the new neighbors so when Elle got up to use the toilet I followed her. She wasn’t happy, afraid my parents would walk in on us. So I stood at the doorway and as watched her pull the panties down I could see that there were two pair. That was enough of an answer for me. I was pleased and proud of her. When I finally got to the point that I thought I understood the Economics assignment I suggested that we go out on the dock for a “breath of fresh air”. What I really wanted was kiss, hug and a “feel” of her panties. But, once there, I remembered that my parents were next door and that they could possibly see us. So, a walk to the end of the dock and back was all it was.
To be continued...
I’m sure Rose could see I wasn’t too happy about doing it so she stayed fairly quiet on the trip. When we made the turn off the main highway I followed her directions and after a few miles she got really animated and pointed to a sign on the side of the road. She was pointing to the theater in the round that the play Inherit the Wind was going to be performed. I remember shaking my head and thinking ”no way!“, but didn’t say anything. It only took a few minutes to her house. It wasn’t a mansion, by any means, but it was certainly the biggest house in the area. It was located on a slight hill and faced out onto a small harbor. I couldn’t see the water from the driveway but Rose said she could see it from her room. She, naturally, invited me in but I told her I had to get right back to Van’s house. She was obviously disappointed. On my way back I was upset with myself for treating her so curtly and vowed to apologize the next day.
It wasn’t that simple. When she didn’t show up for our pre-class meeting I thought it was because she couldn’t get a ride. I sat next to her, as usual, but she wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence. That didn’t help with our class participation. As soon as the class ended I followed her out and stopped her in the hallway. If there was one thing I knew it was that I really needed her to insure that I did well in that class. After a bit of grovelling, she agreed to go back out to our usual meeting place. She had a ”deal“ for me... if I would promise to go to the play with her she’d forgive me. I didn’t see any way out.
Her mother had driven her to the campus and was then headed to the city. Her MG was to be ready that afternoon and, of course, she looked to me to take her there to pick it up. Since it was a Friday all it meant was a little delay in getting home. A small price to pay to keep her somewhat happy.
Once I got home my focus was on sailboat racing. As Elle wasn’t working she accompanied me to the sailing club so I could make sure the boat was race ready. There were still a lot of kids there taking sailing lessons. It was the first time I’d been there while they were going on and I saw the girl, Peggy, who had crewed for me a few weeks earlier. I’d told Elle about her but not about the panty peeks I’d had. When I saw her I immediately envisioned her standing in the water in her panties. I pointed her out to Elle and I remember her giving me a funny look. As I had described her... she was a very nice girl. I remember looking over some of the other girls on the beach and thinking that if they had Peggy’s body they’d really be something.
There were some things that I’d decided to change on the boat. It turned out that it took longer than I’d expected. Elle was a big help but we’d gotten so involved that we missed the closing of the clubhouse. I saw the manager’s car leaving the parking lot and that was it. We’d been there well over two hours and that was pushing Elle’s bladder limits. Realizing this I started getting a bulge. I guess you could call me mean and cruel but I mentioned the fact that the club was now locked. You know how the power of suggestion works.
If she were just about any other girl she would’ve just gone behind the club and pulled down her shorts and panties and peed. But Elle was Elle... and that wasn’t going to happen. What I was working on in the boat could be left and returned to later on so I took her by the hand and led her over to my car. The way it was parked was actually parallel to the shoreline. Since there were no other cars in the lot or any people on the beach I told her she could take her shorts off in the car and then could step out and pee on the ground. No one would see her. The car itself would block anyone on the road from seeing her and the open passenger door would also block anyone's view. I actually asked her to do it... just for me. After looking around in all directions she did as I asked. Normally when she peed and I was with her she’d let me put my hand between her legs. But that was when it was dark out. With bright sunshine she didn’t want me near her. So I stood by the back of the car and watched. It was the next best thing and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
The ever present towel from under the seat took up most of the wetness. Another pair of heavy cotton panties from the ”stash” I kept under my seat took care of the rest. We went back to the boat and finished up and by the time we headed for home she was reasonably dry. I patted her bottom just to make sure and it felt like it would from normal perspiration. When we got to her house I asked if she’d leave on the clothes she was wearing. She gave me one of those “you’ve got to be kidding” looks so I didn’t know what she’d do.
As racing would take up the next two days and I knew I’d be tired on Sunday night, it made sense to me to do my homework that night. Elle was OK with it and she brought some magazines to read while I struggled with Economic theory. Actually, having her there made it tough to concentrate as I kept thinking of what we might end up doing when I finished up. After the “look” she gave me when I asked her to leave the panties on that she’d wet in I didn’t dare ask. Wondering if she did or didn’t leave them on also weighed on my mind. My parents were next door visiting with the new neighbors so when Elle got up to use the toilet I followed her. She wasn’t happy, afraid my parents would walk in on us. So I stood at the doorway and as watched her pull the panties down I could see that there were two pair. That was enough of an answer for me. I was pleased and proud of her. When I finally got to the point that I thought I understood the Economics assignment I suggested that we go out on the dock for a “breath of fresh air”. What I really wanted was kiss, hug and a “feel” of her panties. But, once there, I remembered that my parents were next door and that they could possibly see us. So, a walk to the end of the dock and back was all it was.
To be continued...
Monday, June 22, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... and enjoying it (Part45i)
Our night didn’t go as I’d planned but, all in all, it went well. I’d envisioned lying next to Elle on the beach at the Point and enjoying the warm feel of her body next to mine. We ended up having her straddle me in the front seat of the car. I did have a rubber and managed to last quite a while. I know Elle enjoyed it as she continued to “grind” on me long after I’d come. We stayed there at the garage for quite a while with Elle lying across my lap. As usual, she had left her panties on so while she lay there I kept rubbing her wet pantied crotch. Actually, I was surprised at how fast I “revived” and gave a quick thought about another round. But Elle said she was a bit sore so we stayed with her across my lap and in my arms.
Because the area was so overgrown with weeds she was reluctant to get out of the car to pee so she just stuffed the towel under her and went that way. Of course, my hand was right there when she was done. By the time we headed for home her skirt was somewhat dry. She waited to put it on until we were in my driveway. I’d given her a pair of dry heavy cotton panties from my "stash" that I kept under my seat to put on over her wet ones. She was somewhat put together by the time we walked over to her house. On my way back home I was pretty happy.
Van and his parents arrived around 10am. I’d told Elle that I was pretty well spoken for and wouldn’t have much time for her. She understood but I did promise to bring Van over since she already knew him from back at school. All in all, it was a long day. Van and I were “excused“ after dinner but I overheard his mother tell him that there was to be no partying. Van told me to ignore his mother but I was smart enough to ignore him. He’d shown some interest in car racing going back to when I still owned a race car so I figured we could go to the races. He’d never been and this night turned out to be a good one for a first timer. Good racing mixed with a few spectacular crashes. A visit to the pit area after the races had him really excited. It certainly was better than trying to keep him from getting out of hand at the local bar hang out.
Sunday came up stormy. Van’s parents made it easy for both me and my parents by deciding to leave after lunch. It freed me up to go race my sailboat. Rick had called the previous day and left a message that, if I was racing, he’d be at the club around noon. I said my good bye’s and headed over to the clubhouse. Because I knew I wasn’t going to be around for the whole Summer I hadn’t paid much attention to the racing schedule. As soon as I saw Rick he asked if I was going to race in the Territorial Championships scheduled for the following weekend. They were the qualifier for the National Championships and were being held at our own club. I was surprised but said I would. I did tell him that if we did qualify I wouldn’t be able to race in the Championships. He said it didn't matter and would be there the next Saturday. That meant I was set for at least one more week of racing.
On that day, with strong winds, the extra 30+ pounds we carried came to good use as we won one race and did well in the other. It was obvious that we worked well together and as we put the boat away that afternoon I was already getting excited about the following weekend. It had rained the whole time we were out and by the time I got home I was shaking from being cold. Elle saw me arrive home and came right over but I wanted to get to the shower and get warm. When I finally came out it was obvious that there was something bothering her.
I’d put off thinking about our engagement announcement and making wedding plans hoping to get through the six weeks at home without any problems with my parents and grandparents. Elle’s mother was putting pressure on her and she didn’t know what to say or do. The problem was that I didn’t either. My more immediate problem was that I still had all my homework to do so when I avoided talking about it with her she got mad and went home. I intended to go over to see her when I finished up but when I did she had already gone to bed. Not good!
The following week started off calmly but it changed in mid week. Rose arrived at our pre-class meeting all upset. Her car was a 1948 MG two seater that her brother had bought in England while he was stationed there and had shipped stateside. After he got married and needed a more practical vehicle, he gave it to Rose. It was one with real wire wheels and something had happened to one of the wheels when she turned into the campus. She, knowing I liked cars, asked me to go look at it. We both had to get to class so we did after it was over. It turned out to be a wheel bearing that had failed. Since it was a foreign car, parts were only available from a dealer and there wasn’t one anywhere nearby. She ended up calling her father who, in turn, arranged for it to be towed. That meant Rose had no way to get home. Guess who was recruited?
This is hard to explain... I liked working with Rose on the course material but, starting when she saw me take interest when she’d inadvertantly shown me her panties, she had started to become a pest. A pest in that I felt she wanted me to show real personal interest in her and as much as I liked seeing her panty ”free shows“, that was as far as it went for me. So, when I told her I’d drive her home I hoped that I could persuade Van to go with us but he wouldn’t.
To be continued...
Our night didn’t go as I’d planned but, all in all, it went well. I’d envisioned lying next to Elle on the beach at the Point and enjoying the warm feel of her body next to mine. We ended up having her straddle me in the front seat of the car. I did have a rubber and managed to last quite a while. I know Elle enjoyed it as she continued to “grind” on me long after I’d come. We stayed there at the garage for quite a while with Elle lying across my lap. As usual, she had left her panties on so while she lay there I kept rubbing her wet pantied crotch. Actually, I was surprised at how fast I “revived” and gave a quick thought about another round. But Elle said she was a bit sore so we stayed with her across my lap and in my arms.
Because the area was so overgrown with weeds she was reluctant to get out of the car to pee so she just stuffed the towel under her and went that way. Of course, my hand was right there when she was done. By the time we headed for home her skirt was somewhat dry. She waited to put it on until we were in my driveway. I’d given her a pair of dry heavy cotton panties from my "stash" that I kept under my seat to put on over her wet ones. She was somewhat put together by the time we walked over to her house. On my way back home I was pretty happy.
Van and his parents arrived around 10am. I’d told Elle that I was pretty well spoken for and wouldn’t have much time for her. She understood but I did promise to bring Van over since she already knew him from back at school. All in all, it was a long day. Van and I were “excused“ after dinner but I overheard his mother tell him that there was to be no partying. Van told me to ignore his mother but I was smart enough to ignore him. He’d shown some interest in car racing going back to when I still owned a race car so I figured we could go to the races. He’d never been and this night turned out to be a good one for a first timer. Good racing mixed with a few spectacular crashes. A visit to the pit area after the races had him really excited. It certainly was better than trying to keep him from getting out of hand at the local bar hang out.
Sunday came up stormy. Van’s parents made it easy for both me and my parents by deciding to leave after lunch. It freed me up to go race my sailboat. Rick had called the previous day and left a message that, if I was racing, he’d be at the club around noon. I said my good bye’s and headed over to the clubhouse. Because I knew I wasn’t going to be around for the whole Summer I hadn’t paid much attention to the racing schedule. As soon as I saw Rick he asked if I was going to race in the Territorial Championships scheduled for the following weekend. They were the qualifier for the National Championships and were being held at our own club. I was surprised but said I would. I did tell him that if we did qualify I wouldn’t be able to race in the Championships. He said it didn't matter and would be there the next Saturday. That meant I was set for at least one more week of racing.
On that day, with strong winds, the extra 30+ pounds we carried came to good use as we won one race and did well in the other. It was obvious that we worked well together and as we put the boat away that afternoon I was already getting excited about the following weekend. It had rained the whole time we were out and by the time I got home I was shaking from being cold. Elle saw me arrive home and came right over but I wanted to get to the shower and get warm. When I finally came out it was obvious that there was something bothering her.
I’d put off thinking about our engagement announcement and making wedding plans hoping to get through the six weeks at home without any problems with my parents and grandparents. Elle’s mother was putting pressure on her and she didn’t know what to say or do. The problem was that I didn’t either. My more immediate problem was that I still had all my homework to do so when I avoided talking about it with her she got mad and went home. I intended to go over to see her when I finished up but when I did she had already gone to bed. Not good!
The following week started off calmly but it changed in mid week. Rose arrived at our pre-class meeting all upset. Her car was a 1948 MG two seater that her brother had bought in England while he was stationed there and had shipped stateside. After he got married and needed a more practical vehicle, he gave it to Rose. It was one with real wire wheels and something had happened to one of the wheels when she turned into the campus. She, knowing I liked cars, asked me to go look at it. We both had to get to class so we did after it was over. It turned out to be a wheel bearing that had failed. Since it was a foreign car, parts were only available from a dealer and there wasn’t one anywhere nearby. She ended up calling her father who, in turn, arranged for it to be towed. That meant Rose had no way to get home. Guess who was recruited?
This is hard to explain... I liked working with Rose on the course material but, starting when she saw me take interest when she’d inadvertantly shown me her panties, she had started to become a pest. A pest in that I felt she wanted me to show real personal interest in her and as much as I liked seeing her panty ”free shows“, that was as far as it went for me. So, when I told her I’d drive her home I hoped that I could persuade Van to go with us but he wouldn’t.
To be continued...
Saturday, June 20, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... and enjoying it (Part45h)
I’m pretty sure it was the same week that the horse won that Van and I were leaving campus and he asked if I could do him a favor. It was to go over to her house and then drive her to the mall. It was a surprise to me because any time I mentioned her name he'd just clam up. I didn’t say anything and followed his directions. When she came out of the house she honestly reminded me of some of the WWII pinup poster girls. I would have paid her to bend over in the shorts she was wearing. The trip to the mall was strange as neither of them said a word. When we got there Gail got out and Van stayed in the car with me. It was very strange. BUT... I got somewhat of a VPL as she walked away. It was a very nice view. On our way back to Van’s he wouldn’t talk about it. At least I’d gotten what I wanted.
That night I got the word that Van’s parents had decided that this would be the weekend that they would come to visit my parents. Van had told me that he didn’t want to come and I took that as being fact. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Van’s decision. That meant that I’d have to entertain Van and that would severely limit my time with Elle. After the way she’d acted the weekend before I’d had her on my mind the whole week, anticipating more of the same. I was NOT good company that night!
Since his parents would have to wait until Van’s father got home from work, they decided to wait until Saturday morning to come on out. They made the decision without telling me so I remained in a bad mood. I was actually home before I found out. Even though Elle was working I went up to see her immediately after my mother told me. I was hyper from anticipation of what I hoped would take place that night. Elle was excited to see me and, because the store owner wasn’t there, I got to sit at the counter and spent the afternoon with her. It was a long afternoon though what with the anticipation of the evening weighing on me.
We worked out a “story“ to tell our parents for what we were going to do that night. There was a movie playing that Elle really did want to see so her mother ”bought“ it right off. I didn’t want to stay close to home and we had decided to head East and out to the ”Point“. I had convinced her that, even though it would still be daylight, we would be able to find a place with privacy. I managed to grab a couple of my mother’s beach towels and made sure I had some clean panties for Elle for the return home before we headed out East. I’ll admit that I had a soft bulge almost from the time we got in my car.
My excitement quickly turned to annoyance as soon as we reached the main road. Elle started to pester me about actually going to the movie first. It was a lose, lose situation for me. If we didn’t go then Elle would pout and not be as ”willing“. If we did go I’d have to wait and hope that she would ”reward“ me for it. I’d heard about the movie (Vertigo) and certainly was taken by Kim Novak’s good looks but I was more interested in Elle than a movie star that I could only look at. Reluctantly, I headed for the downtown area. As soon as I did Elle was all over me which, in a way, just made it worse for me. Now I’d have to wait for over two hours for my ”reward“.
The movie was actually good. It was also scary. I had one arm around Elle and she was holding my other hand when the really scary part came. I remember her burying her head in my shoulder and grasping my hand tightly. When the moment passed she whispered in my ear that she had a ”problem”. At that point I was totally engrossed in the movie and what she said didn’t register with me. She actually had to shake me to get my full attention. She had wet herself... from a combination of a full bladder (she hadn’t gone since we’d left home) and being scared. I remember asking how bad was it. “BAD!” was her answer. But, in spite of it, we both wanted to see the end of the movie so she sat in her wet clothes and until the end.
We waited until everyone had left and when she got up I just slipped in right behind her trying to hide the huge wet patch on her skirt. The people waiting to get in for the second show were facing the other direction so she had that going for her. After we reached the car and noting that there was no one around I turned her around and gave her a big hug, with my hands grabbing her wet butt cheeks. She tried to fight me off but I wouldn’t let go, finally giving up and kissing me. We stayed like that for quite a while. When I opened the car door she took her skirt off while still standing outside the car. That, in itself, was a shock. She reached under the seat for the ever present towel and climbed in. By the time I made to to the driver’s side she’d already slid over to my side and was waiting for me. The next shock was that she put one of her hands right on top of my bulge. I almost came right there.
Because of the scary nature of the movie, Elle didn’t want to go to the “Point”. It was now dark and she didn’t feel comfortable going there after it had already gotten that way. It was one thing in daylight but completely different at night. One place we hadn’t been to in quite a while was the old Boy Scout camp. The advantage of parking up there was that you could see cars approaching. I couldn’t get there fast enough. Like I said, it had been a while since we’d gone there. As we approached the top of the hill I couldn’t believe my eyes as there were at least a half dozen cars there. I just turned the car around and headed for the abandoned garage, again.
To be continued...
I’m pretty sure it was the same week that the horse won that Van and I were leaving campus and he asked if I could do him a favor. It was to go over to her house and then drive her to the mall. It was a surprise to me because any time I mentioned her name he'd just clam up. I didn’t say anything and followed his directions. When she came out of the house she honestly reminded me of some of the WWII pinup poster girls. I would have paid her to bend over in the shorts she was wearing. The trip to the mall was strange as neither of them said a word. When we got there Gail got out and Van stayed in the car with me. It was very strange. BUT... I got somewhat of a VPL as she walked away. It was a very nice view. On our way back to Van’s he wouldn’t talk about it. At least I’d gotten what I wanted.
That night I got the word that Van’s parents had decided that this would be the weekend that they would come to visit my parents. Van had told me that he didn’t want to come and I took that as being fact. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Van’s decision. That meant that I’d have to entertain Van and that would severely limit my time with Elle. After the way she’d acted the weekend before I’d had her on my mind the whole week, anticipating more of the same. I was NOT good company that night!
Since his parents would have to wait until Van’s father got home from work, they decided to wait until Saturday morning to come on out. They made the decision without telling me so I remained in a bad mood. I was actually home before I found out. Even though Elle was working I went up to see her immediately after my mother told me. I was hyper from anticipation of what I hoped would take place that night. Elle was excited to see me and, because the store owner wasn’t there, I got to sit at the counter and spent the afternoon with her. It was a long afternoon though what with the anticipation of the evening weighing on me.
We worked out a “story“ to tell our parents for what we were going to do that night. There was a movie playing that Elle really did want to see so her mother ”bought“ it right off. I didn’t want to stay close to home and we had decided to head East and out to the ”Point“. I had convinced her that, even though it would still be daylight, we would be able to find a place with privacy. I managed to grab a couple of my mother’s beach towels and made sure I had some clean panties for Elle for the return home before we headed out East. I’ll admit that I had a soft bulge almost from the time we got in my car.
My excitement quickly turned to annoyance as soon as we reached the main road. Elle started to pester me about actually going to the movie first. It was a lose, lose situation for me. If we didn’t go then Elle would pout and not be as ”willing“. If we did go I’d have to wait and hope that she would ”reward“ me for it. I’d heard about the movie (Vertigo) and certainly was taken by Kim Novak’s good looks but I was more interested in Elle than a movie star that I could only look at. Reluctantly, I headed for the downtown area. As soon as I did Elle was all over me which, in a way, just made it worse for me. Now I’d have to wait for over two hours for my ”reward“.
The movie was actually good. It was also scary. I had one arm around Elle and she was holding my other hand when the really scary part came. I remember her burying her head in my shoulder and grasping my hand tightly. When the moment passed she whispered in my ear that she had a ”problem”. At that point I was totally engrossed in the movie and what she said didn’t register with me. She actually had to shake me to get my full attention. She had wet herself... from a combination of a full bladder (she hadn’t gone since we’d left home) and being scared. I remember asking how bad was it. “BAD!” was her answer. But, in spite of it, we both wanted to see the end of the movie so she sat in her wet clothes and until the end.
We waited until everyone had left and when she got up I just slipped in right behind her trying to hide the huge wet patch on her skirt. The people waiting to get in for the second show were facing the other direction so she had that going for her. After we reached the car and noting that there was no one around I turned her around and gave her a big hug, with my hands grabbing her wet butt cheeks. She tried to fight me off but I wouldn’t let go, finally giving up and kissing me. We stayed like that for quite a while. When I opened the car door she took her skirt off while still standing outside the car. That, in itself, was a shock. She reached under the seat for the ever present towel and climbed in. By the time I made to to the driver’s side she’d already slid over to my side and was waiting for me. The next shock was that she put one of her hands right on top of my bulge. I almost came right there.
Because of the scary nature of the movie, Elle didn’t want to go to the “Point”. It was now dark and she didn’t feel comfortable going there after it had already gotten that way. It was one thing in daylight but completely different at night. One place we hadn’t been to in quite a while was the old Boy Scout camp. The advantage of parking up there was that you could see cars approaching. I couldn’t get there fast enough. Like I said, it had been a while since we’d gone there. As we approached the top of the hill I couldn’t believe my eyes as there were at least a half dozen cars there. I just turned the car around and headed for the abandoned garage, again.
To be continued...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Finally enjoying it (Part 45g)
I was really hurting in the morning. I couldn’t believe that I was so far out of shape as far as sailing was concerned. Since I didn’t have a crew I prevailed upon Elle to switch with another girl she worked with so she could. As we got the boat ready I was praying that the wind stayed relatively calm for both her sake as well as mine. Elle knew how to sail but hadn’t raced and was very apprehensive. Because of her ”problem“ she wore a bathing suit. It was her dark blue one piece which really showed her shape. I caught a number of the other sailors taking a close look at her while we were getting the boat ready.
We both got lucky in that we were able to handle the wind without difficulty. In one way it was sort of funny because Elle ”hiked“ out to pee through her suit even though there was hardly any wind. Again, the results weren’t all that good but acceptable considering it was Elle’s first attempt. If there was one ”downer“ it was that Elle had to work that night. I rationalized that by saying I still had homework to finish.
As I mentioned before, I’d noticed what I felt was a ”loosening up’ by Elle and that was borne out further when I picked her up at work that night. I pulled up in front of the drug store and slid over to the passenger side of the front seat to open the door for her. She hesitated and asked if I had a towel handy. I ALWAYS had a towel handy in the car but I wasn’t prepared for her to ask about it, especially just getting off from work. I slid back over to behind the steering wheel and pulled a towel out from under my seat and lay it on the passenger seat for her. As she got in she pulled the back of her dress way up and got in. I didn’t see anyone behind her or in the store but if there had been anyone there they would’ve gotten a ‘‘free show“. I know I must’ve had a puzzled look on my face because she asked what was wrong. I don’t know what I said, if anything, but I do remember her taking my hand and placing in on her crotch. Her panties were wet... very wet. I liked the feeling, for sure!.
As we drove away she told me that when she was washing up she had started to leak. Knowing that it was only a few minutes until I was picking her up she went into the restroom and peed through her panties ”just for me“. By then I was hard (and uncomfortable down there) as a rock. We hadn’t parked at our old spot by the abandoned garage since I’d been home. It was the closest place with the most privacy that I could think of and I couldn’t get there fast enough.
No one had been in there for quite a while as I could see all the weeds that had grown up in the entryway. Being in a hurry I just drove straight in. As I did I looked over at Elle and she was pulling her dress up over her head. I’m sure that the sight of that took my breath away. I do remember stopping the car and undoing my pants. I didn’t get them pulled all the way down before she was lying across my lap. There was only a few minutes of ”play“ before things got serious. This time I did have a ”rubber“. I remember lasting quite a long time and Elle loving every second of it. For me, though, it wasn’t as exciting as going ”au-natural“, if you know what I mean.
We didn’t stay there all that long as I had to leave early in the morning to make sure I got to my first class on time. We only had two unexcused class absences and I’d already used one. When I caught up with Rose she was all excited to tell me that the Summer theater near her was going to perform Inherit the Wind, the play we were studying, starting the 1st of August. That was the last day of classes for us and my first thought was it would be too late to be of any value to us. But Rose was like a little kid, all excited, saying that we ”MUST“ see it, that seeing it performed live would ”validate“ all the effort we put into studying about it. I told her I’d think about it.
Truthfully, I was looking forward to seeing her in the hope that her ”free shows“ of the previous week would continue. Like so many of my ”hopes’ it wasn’t to be. She had her period and wasn’t in any kind of mood for frivolity like that. Actually, other than the excitement she exhibited about seeing the play she was in a rather poor mood all week. In class we finished up Inherit the Wind and started on the next play, Picnic.
There was some unexpected excitement during that week. As I mentioned, I did go to the races whenever one of my grandfather’s horses raced. Up to that time I’d seen three races and, due to what I personally thought was poor judgment by the driver, not seen them perform all that well. With a predetermined mind set that I’d see the same thing again, I didn’t bet my usual token $2. The horse won and paid $34 for a $2 bet. I was happy for my grandfather because he was starting to get discouraged as well but mad at myself for not betting. You know.. the old hindsight thing. Even with the win I still didn’t like Benny, the trainer/driver.
Both Van and I had settled into somewhat of a routine each night after we finished our homework. He had to prove that he’d finished his before his parents would let him go out. Since he didn’t have the use of a car, I was his “wheels” when not at the track. A few of his friends hung out at this sleazy tavern and we’d go there and buy a pitcher of beer each and then shoot darts with his friends. He had a midnight curfew so we really didn’t get too rowdy. One of the guys had a sister who would sometimes be there and it was obvious that she had some attraction to Van. As close as I was to him he wouldn’t even admit to me that he was attracted to her. She was certainly attractive enough and seemed to be quite nice. Truthfully, I enjoyed taking to her (when she was there) more that playing darts. She usually wore shorts but it was so dark in that place that any chance for seeing a VPL was slim to none. I do remember thinking I’d like to see her out in the daylight sometime.
To be continued...
I was really hurting in the morning. I couldn’t believe that I was so far out of shape as far as sailing was concerned. Since I didn’t have a crew I prevailed upon Elle to switch with another girl she worked with so she could. As we got the boat ready I was praying that the wind stayed relatively calm for both her sake as well as mine. Elle knew how to sail but hadn’t raced and was very apprehensive. Because of her ”problem“ she wore a bathing suit. It was her dark blue one piece which really showed her shape. I caught a number of the other sailors taking a close look at her while we were getting the boat ready.
We both got lucky in that we were able to handle the wind without difficulty. In one way it was sort of funny because Elle ”hiked“ out to pee through her suit even though there was hardly any wind. Again, the results weren’t all that good but acceptable considering it was Elle’s first attempt. If there was one ”downer“ it was that Elle had to work that night. I rationalized that by saying I still had homework to finish.
As I mentioned before, I’d noticed what I felt was a ”loosening up’ by Elle and that was borne out further when I picked her up at work that night. I pulled up in front of the drug store and slid over to the passenger side of the front seat to open the door for her. She hesitated and asked if I had a towel handy. I ALWAYS had a towel handy in the car but I wasn’t prepared for her to ask about it, especially just getting off from work. I slid back over to behind the steering wheel and pulled a towel out from under my seat and lay it on the passenger seat for her. As she got in she pulled the back of her dress way up and got in. I didn’t see anyone behind her or in the store but if there had been anyone there they would’ve gotten a ‘‘free show“. I know I must’ve had a puzzled look on my face because she asked what was wrong. I don’t know what I said, if anything, but I do remember her taking my hand and placing in on her crotch. Her panties were wet... very wet. I liked the feeling, for sure!.
As we drove away she told me that when she was washing up she had started to leak. Knowing that it was only a few minutes until I was picking her up she went into the restroom and peed through her panties ”just for me“. By then I was hard (and uncomfortable down there) as a rock. We hadn’t parked at our old spot by the abandoned garage since I’d been home. It was the closest place with the most privacy that I could think of and I couldn’t get there fast enough.
No one had been in there for quite a while as I could see all the weeds that had grown up in the entryway. Being in a hurry I just drove straight in. As I did I looked over at Elle and she was pulling her dress up over her head. I’m sure that the sight of that took my breath away. I do remember stopping the car and undoing my pants. I didn’t get them pulled all the way down before she was lying across my lap. There was only a few minutes of ”play“ before things got serious. This time I did have a ”rubber“. I remember lasting quite a long time and Elle loving every second of it. For me, though, it wasn’t as exciting as going ”au-natural“, if you know what I mean.
We didn’t stay there all that long as I had to leave early in the morning to make sure I got to my first class on time. We only had two unexcused class absences and I’d already used one. When I caught up with Rose she was all excited to tell me that the Summer theater near her was going to perform Inherit the Wind, the play we were studying, starting the 1st of August. That was the last day of classes for us and my first thought was it would be too late to be of any value to us. But Rose was like a little kid, all excited, saying that we ”MUST“ see it, that seeing it performed live would ”validate“ all the effort we put into studying about it. I told her I’d think about it.
Truthfully, I was looking forward to seeing her in the hope that her ”free shows“ of the previous week would continue. Like so many of my ”hopes’ it wasn’t to be. She had her period and wasn’t in any kind of mood for frivolity like that. Actually, other than the excitement she exhibited about seeing the play she was in a rather poor mood all week. In class we finished up Inherit the Wind and started on the next play, Picnic.
There was some unexpected excitement during that week. As I mentioned, I did go to the races whenever one of my grandfather’s horses raced. Up to that time I’d seen three races and, due to what I personally thought was poor judgment by the driver, not seen them perform all that well. With a predetermined mind set that I’d see the same thing again, I didn’t bet my usual token $2. The horse won and paid $34 for a $2 bet. I was happy for my grandfather because he was starting to get discouraged as well but mad at myself for not betting. You know.. the old hindsight thing. Even with the win I still didn’t like Benny, the trainer/driver.
Both Van and I had settled into somewhat of a routine each night after we finished our homework. He had to prove that he’d finished his before his parents would let him go out. Since he didn’t have the use of a car, I was his “wheels” when not at the track. A few of his friends hung out at this sleazy tavern and we’d go there and buy a pitcher of beer each and then shoot darts with his friends. He had a midnight curfew so we really didn’t get too rowdy. One of the guys had a sister who would sometimes be there and it was obvious that she had some attraction to Van. As close as I was to him he wouldn’t even admit to me that he was attracted to her. She was certainly attractive enough and seemed to be quite nice. Truthfully, I enjoyed taking to her (when she was there) more that playing darts. She usually wore shorts but it was so dark in that place that any chance for seeing a VPL was slim to none. I do remember thinking I’d like to see her out in the daylight sometime.
To be continued...
Friday, June 12, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Starting to enjoy it (Part 45f)
Considering that it was her first race I thought that she (we) did well. We finished somewhere in the middle of the fleet. By the time we had finished the wind had started to build. When the next race started we had to hike out to keep the boat from heeling over. I could see that she really didn’t like that at all but she was a gamer and tried. The look on her face told the real story. Without going into all the nuances of sailboat racing, suffice it to say that some points of racing has the wind coming over the transom (back). When that happens you can sit inside the cockpit on the floorboards and not have to work to keep the boat from tipping. When Peggy did she had her back to me with her legs up by her chin. As I looked down I saw a very familiar sight. The back of her panties were showing and I knew exactly who made them. There was no mistaking Carter’s Spanky Pants from the unique elastic for the waistband and the label that was right in the middle of the back... the kind that Elle mostly wore to bed or as part of her ”package“. I almost made a comment but caught myself. It sort of amazed me as to how many different girls I knew that either wore them or had worn them when I knew them.
The wind continued to blow and Peggy and I had to really work to keep the boat from tipping too far. I was constantly exhorting her to try and get a little further out from the cockpit. I, myself, was out as far as I could get and still hold onto the tiller (what you use to steer the boat). I remember looking over at her and at one point I could see about half of her panties showing. Unfortunately, I couldn’t spend much time looking or thinking about them as I had my hands full trying to keep control of the boat.
We didn’t do very well in spite of her brave and gallant efforts. It didn’t matter though. It had been fun and I really thought that she learned some necessary thing over the course of the afternoon. On our way back to shore the wind was behind us and Peggy again took a set on the cockpit floor. It was almost as if it was a reward to me for taking her out even though she didn’t know it. If I were to guess I’d say that the waistband of her shorts was down almost to her butt crack. She was cold and was leaning forward with her arms wrapped around her legs which she had pulled up to her chest. Looking at her panties I remember trying to count the number of girls that I either knew or had known who wore the same kind. It was a fun exercise.
I thought my ”fun“ was over when we got to shore but I got one last ”present“. Because we had to launch the boats off the beach by hand it meant that we all had to take turns helping lift the boats back out of the water and up and onto the trailers. When I got near the shore I had Peggy jump overboard to hold the boat while I took the sails down and then went to help some of the others get their boats out of the water. As I had mentioned, the wind had kicked up quite a bit as the afternoon wore on. When I got back to the boat Peggy was struggling to hold on to it. She needed both hands to keep the boat from washing up onto the beach. Her arms were so tired from sailing that she barely had the strength. But I almost choked when I saw that her shorts had fallen down to her knees. Basically, it looked like she was standing there in thigh deep water in just her panties. As much as I enjoyed the view I ran out to grab the boat from her. She pulled the shorts back up and went ashore. She was kind enough to stick around to help derig the boat and while she was doing it I got brave enough to ask what had happened. I remember her answering me but not looking at me as she did. She had popped the waist button right after I had asked her to hike out over the side. As the day wore on a couple more buttons popped and... At that point I thanked her profusely and asked if she wanted to do it again on Sunday. She gave me a big smile and said that she needed a few days to recover. Even if she’d said yes I knew that it wouldn’t be the same. But I also knew that any time that I’d see her again I’d remember the sight of her standing in the water with her panties showing.
I was so looking forward to being with Elle that night that I think the excitement of that masked just how tired I was. I’d worked hard while racing, using muscles that I hadn't used for a long time. It didn’t catch up to me until I turned into my driveway. Seeing my grandparents car in the driveway meant just one thing... that it was going to be really difficult to see her that night. I loved them dearly and really appreciated all that my grandfather did for me getting me started in the harness horse business and loaning me money but they were a problem when it came to Elle. Just seeing their car totally deflated me. Every muscle ached and my hands were throbbing. I’m smiling now but I wasn’t at the time.
I’d pretty much guessed what was my fate for the evening. Dinner and then a ”visit“ with them was on the agenda for me. I was able to sneak a call to Elle to explain and she wasn’t happy in hearing it. I knew that it would generate more conversation from her mother about our wedding plans. On top of that my grandfather gave me a good ”talking to“ about the value of a college education. It was one of those where I wasn't given a chance to speak. It was a long, long evening and I couldn’t wait to escape and to get to bed.
To be continued...
Considering that it was her first race I thought that she (we) did well. We finished somewhere in the middle of the fleet. By the time we had finished the wind had started to build. When the next race started we had to hike out to keep the boat from heeling over. I could see that she really didn’t like that at all but she was a gamer and tried. The look on her face told the real story. Without going into all the nuances of sailboat racing, suffice it to say that some points of racing has the wind coming over the transom (back). When that happens you can sit inside the cockpit on the floorboards and not have to work to keep the boat from tipping. When Peggy did she had her back to me with her legs up by her chin. As I looked down I saw a very familiar sight. The back of her panties were showing and I knew exactly who made them. There was no mistaking Carter’s Spanky Pants from the unique elastic for the waistband and the label that was right in the middle of the back... the kind that Elle mostly wore to bed or as part of her ”package“. I almost made a comment but caught myself. It sort of amazed me as to how many different girls I knew that either wore them or had worn them when I knew them.
The wind continued to blow and Peggy and I had to really work to keep the boat from tipping too far. I was constantly exhorting her to try and get a little further out from the cockpit. I, myself, was out as far as I could get and still hold onto the tiller (what you use to steer the boat). I remember looking over at her and at one point I could see about half of her panties showing. Unfortunately, I couldn’t spend much time looking or thinking about them as I had my hands full trying to keep control of the boat.
We didn’t do very well in spite of her brave and gallant efforts. It didn’t matter though. It had been fun and I really thought that she learned some necessary thing over the course of the afternoon. On our way back to shore the wind was behind us and Peggy again took a set on the cockpit floor. It was almost as if it was a reward to me for taking her out even though she didn’t know it. If I were to guess I’d say that the waistband of her shorts was down almost to her butt crack. She was cold and was leaning forward with her arms wrapped around her legs which she had pulled up to her chest. Looking at her panties I remember trying to count the number of girls that I either knew or had known who wore the same kind. It was a fun exercise.
I thought my ”fun“ was over when we got to shore but I got one last ”present“. Because we had to launch the boats off the beach by hand it meant that we all had to take turns helping lift the boats back out of the water and up and onto the trailers. When I got near the shore I had Peggy jump overboard to hold the boat while I took the sails down and then went to help some of the others get their boats out of the water. As I had mentioned, the wind had kicked up quite a bit as the afternoon wore on. When I got back to the boat Peggy was struggling to hold on to it. She needed both hands to keep the boat from washing up onto the beach. Her arms were so tired from sailing that she barely had the strength. But I almost choked when I saw that her shorts had fallen down to her knees. Basically, it looked like she was standing there in thigh deep water in just her panties. As much as I enjoyed the view I ran out to grab the boat from her. She pulled the shorts back up and went ashore. She was kind enough to stick around to help derig the boat and while she was doing it I got brave enough to ask what had happened. I remember her answering me but not looking at me as she did. She had popped the waist button right after I had asked her to hike out over the side. As the day wore on a couple more buttons popped and... At that point I thanked her profusely and asked if she wanted to do it again on Sunday. She gave me a big smile and said that she needed a few days to recover. Even if she’d said yes I knew that it wouldn’t be the same. But I also knew that any time that I’d see her again I’d remember the sight of her standing in the water with her panties showing.
I was so looking forward to being with Elle that night that I think the excitement of that masked just how tired I was. I’d worked hard while racing, using muscles that I hadn't used for a long time. It didn’t catch up to me until I turned into my driveway. Seeing my grandparents car in the driveway meant just one thing... that it was going to be really difficult to see her that night. I loved them dearly and really appreciated all that my grandfather did for me getting me started in the harness horse business and loaning me money but they were a problem when it came to Elle. Just seeing their car totally deflated me. Every muscle ached and my hands were throbbing. I’m smiling now but I wasn’t at the time.
I’d pretty much guessed what was my fate for the evening. Dinner and then a ”visit“ with them was on the agenda for me. I was able to sneak a call to Elle to explain and she wasn’t happy in hearing it. I knew that it would generate more conversation from her mother about our wedding plans. On top of that my grandfather gave me a good ”talking to“ about the value of a college education. It was one of those where I wasn't given a chance to speak. It was a long, long evening and I couldn’t wait to escape and to get to bed.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Settling in (Part 45e)
The thought of what might be coming a little later had me anxious to leave. The problem was her wet and sandy bottom. Some sand had gotten inside the leg openings of her bermudas and as we walked down the road she was very uncomfortable. When we got in sight of her house she could see that the company was still up which precluded her going in and changing. That didn’t help matters, at all. We ended up in her back yard sitting on the steps to her back porch. Because of the fear that someone would find us she wouldn’t let me get to ”cozy“ By the time the adults went to bed she was too cold and tired for any real ”fun“. The one thing she did grant me was to let me feel her peeing in the grass just before she went inside. At least I had an exciting memory to go to bed with.
I was going up the steps to my house when I remembered the new lady next door and the fact that I’d seen her out in the water with her clothes on. There was a large cedar tree between the two houses and I walked up behind it. My eyes were used to the dark so when I peeked out from behind it I could see clothes on the washline. There were lights on in the room closest to the line but the shade was down. I took a deep breath and walked slowly over to it. It was about 35 feet from the tree. By the time I got there I swear I could hear my heart beating. The white panties seemed to glow in the darkness. I quickly pulled the clothespins off and grabbed the panties. I didn’t dare to go inside my house with them so I went to my car and opened the door. Being a convertible there was no dome light but only dim lights under the dash right by the front of the door. After opening the door I dropped to my knees and took a good look at the panties. Like I had mentioned earlier, when I saw the panties on the lady on the beach I noted that I’d never seen that style waist elastic before. I quickly turned the panties inside out to look at the label. I was really nervous and the dim light wasn’t helping but I finally made it out... Vanity Fair. It was a new name to me. They were really nice with lace inserts that went from the waist to the leg elastic that ran down the side seam.
I really wanted to keep them but something was telling me to put them back. They were still damp and as I walked slowly back to the clothes line I held them up to my nose. They had a really sweet smell that I didn’t recognize. When I pinned them back onto the line I could only hope that I’d put them back the same way they had been. I was so wound up when I climbed into bed that I couldn’t go to sleep. I probably rolled and tossed for over an hour but at least I had pleasant thoughts.
Saturday was actually the first official day of racing the sailboats. The Sunday before had been a ”tune-up“ and didn’t count for the season championship. It didn’t really matter to me since I knew wouldn’t be home to finish out the season but the good performance the week before had me really anxious to go do it again. I’d called Rick a couple of times but no one answered. Even though I didn’t have a crew I decided I’d take a chance like I’d done the week before and hope that I could find someone to sail with me. In the past there were usually a few kids from the junior sailing program that were anxious to get a chance to go racing. I really wanted Elle but, being a holiday weekend, she had to work.
I got to the club early hoping to grab onto the first available person. I forgot one thing though... the season was just starting which meant that the junior sailing program hadn’t yet started. There were a few new people that I didn’t know who had joined since I’d last been racing on a regular basis. Two of them were a brother and sister who showed up with a boat. Watching them get the boat rigged it was obvious that they were neophytes. I started chatting with the man and found that when their parents bought their beach house the boat came with it. The previous Summer they had taken some private lessons and thought that it would be fun to try racing. Hearing their background I took it upon myself to introduce him to the race director of the sailing club and told him what I’d just learned. When I’d heard it all I could think of was that they really shouldn’t be out there with us. The director felt the same and, with diplomacy, suggested that it would be best if they started out by crewing with some experienced racers. Unfortunately, he took the guy for himself.
When most of the boats had been launched and I still hadn’t found a crew I, in desperation, asked the girl. When her brother had taken off she’d gone into the club and changed back into her clothes. By the time I asked her I didn’t really think that we could make it out to the starting line in time even if she said ”yes“. When she agreed she said she had to go change. I implored her to go just the way she was. She was wearing dark blue cotton shorts and a white sleeveless blouse. There really wasn’t much wind so I told her there wasn’t much chance of getting wet. She still wasn’t sure but I guess the hang-dog look on my face got to her.
I really hadn’t paid much attention to her, spending my time talking to her brother. Once under way I took a look at her. As far a looks go... well... to be kind, she (Peggy) was a very nice girl. She was 20 years old and going to an all girls college upstate. A couple of my fraternity brothers were dating girls from the same school and I threw their names at her. Unbelievably, she knew two of them. One had dated her freshman year roommate. By the time we got through all that we were at the staring line with just enough time for me to explain what I needed her to do once we started racing.
To be continued...
The thought of what might be coming a little later had me anxious to leave. The problem was her wet and sandy bottom. Some sand had gotten inside the leg openings of her bermudas and as we walked down the road she was very uncomfortable. When we got in sight of her house she could see that the company was still up which precluded her going in and changing. That didn’t help matters, at all. We ended up in her back yard sitting on the steps to her back porch. Because of the fear that someone would find us she wouldn’t let me get to ”cozy“ By the time the adults went to bed she was too cold and tired for any real ”fun“. The one thing she did grant me was to let me feel her peeing in the grass just before she went inside. At least I had an exciting memory to go to bed with.
I was going up the steps to my house when I remembered the new lady next door and the fact that I’d seen her out in the water with her clothes on. There was a large cedar tree between the two houses and I walked up behind it. My eyes were used to the dark so when I peeked out from behind it I could see clothes on the washline. There were lights on in the room closest to the line but the shade was down. I took a deep breath and walked slowly over to it. It was about 35 feet from the tree. By the time I got there I swear I could hear my heart beating. The white panties seemed to glow in the darkness. I quickly pulled the clothespins off and grabbed the panties. I didn’t dare to go inside my house with them so I went to my car and opened the door. Being a convertible there was no dome light but only dim lights under the dash right by the front of the door. After opening the door I dropped to my knees and took a good look at the panties. Like I had mentioned earlier, when I saw the panties on the lady on the beach I noted that I’d never seen that style waist elastic before. I quickly turned the panties inside out to look at the label. I was really nervous and the dim light wasn’t helping but I finally made it out... Vanity Fair. It was a new name to me. They were really nice with lace inserts that went from the waist to the leg elastic that ran down the side seam.
I really wanted to keep them but something was telling me to put them back. They were still damp and as I walked slowly back to the clothes line I held them up to my nose. They had a really sweet smell that I didn’t recognize. When I pinned them back onto the line I could only hope that I’d put them back the same way they had been. I was so wound up when I climbed into bed that I couldn’t go to sleep. I probably rolled and tossed for over an hour but at least I had pleasant thoughts.
Saturday was actually the first official day of racing the sailboats. The Sunday before had been a ”tune-up“ and didn’t count for the season championship. It didn’t really matter to me since I knew wouldn’t be home to finish out the season but the good performance the week before had me really anxious to go do it again. I’d called Rick a couple of times but no one answered. Even though I didn’t have a crew I decided I’d take a chance like I’d done the week before and hope that I could find someone to sail with me. In the past there were usually a few kids from the junior sailing program that were anxious to get a chance to go racing. I really wanted Elle but, being a holiday weekend, she had to work.
I got to the club early hoping to grab onto the first available person. I forgot one thing though... the season was just starting which meant that the junior sailing program hadn’t yet started. There were a few new people that I didn’t know who had joined since I’d last been racing on a regular basis. Two of them were a brother and sister who showed up with a boat. Watching them get the boat rigged it was obvious that they were neophytes. I started chatting with the man and found that when their parents bought their beach house the boat came with it. The previous Summer they had taken some private lessons and thought that it would be fun to try racing. Hearing their background I took it upon myself to introduce him to the race director of the sailing club and told him what I’d just learned. When I’d heard it all I could think of was that they really shouldn’t be out there with us. The director felt the same and, with diplomacy, suggested that it would be best if they started out by crewing with some experienced racers. Unfortunately, he took the guy for himself.
When most of the boats had been launched and I still hadn’t found a crew I, in desperation, asked the girl. When her brother had taken off she’d gone into the club and changed back into her clothes. By the time I asked her I didn’t really think that we could make it out to the starting line in time even if she said ”yes“. When she agreed she said she had to go change. I implored her to go just the way she was. She was wearing dark blue cotton shorts and a white sleeveless blouse. There really wasn’t much wind so I told her there wasn’t much chance of getting wet. She still wasn’t sure but I guess the hang-dog look on my face got to her.
I really hadn’t paid much attention to her, spending my time talking to her brother. Once under way I took a look at her. As far a looks go... well... to be kind, she (Peggy) was a very nice girl. She was 20 years old and going to an all girls college upstate. A couple of my fraternity brothers were dating girls from the same school and I threw their names at her. Unbelievably, she knew two of them. One had dated her freshman year roommate. By the time we got through all that we were at the staring line with just enough time for me to explain what I needed her to do once we started racing.
To be continued...
Thursday, June 04, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Settling in (Part 45d)
Friday of that week was 4th of July so there were no classes. I headed home as quickly as I could that Thursday. All the way there I was hoping for a “homecoming” as good as the week before. Elle had the afternoon off and was on the beach when I got home. I changed clothes and joined her. Just thinking about her and being with her I had a “soft” bulge as I put my bathing suit on. Elle was laying on a towel when I came down the steps. There were a few neighbors in the water and I hoped that they weren’t looking at me. Elle saw my problem and I distinctly remember her laughing. She quickly got up and we ran into the water. We swam out a ways to get away from the people and that effort took care of my “problem”... until I pulled Elle into my arms. She was wearing her old one piece cotton suit with bloomer like leg gatherings. It definitely wasn’t “sexy” but, on her it looked cute. It also had one very distinct advantage... I could easily get inside the leg elastic. If I were to guess, it probably only took me about 10 seconds to make her “crazy”. She wrapped her legs around me and as she did I fiddled around a bit trying to free my penis from my suit. In spite of the fact that we both knew she was “ripe“ she actually helped me get ”plugged in“. I’m sure that if anyone was studying us closely they probably knew what we were up to. But it didn’t matter to us. I don’t remember how long I lasted but I do remember pulling out and pushing her off me when I felt myself starting to come. She wasn’t all that happy at that moment but I knew she’d get over it and that we’d both probably be happy, in the long run, that I had.
Elle had to work that night so I spent time on my homework. I picked her up a 9pm and we ended up sitting at the end of the dock in front of my house. As much as I loved my work with the horses it was moments like this that made me a bit homesick. As far as I remember we ”behaved“ that night, knowing that we had three more nights together.
Some of Elle’s relatives came to visit on the 4th which meant I wasn’t with her. At my mother’s insistence I tackled more of my homework. The house next door had been sold and the new family arrived that afternoon. There were three boys ranging in age from three to seven. That was a big disappointment for me what with all the various girls affiliated with the previous owner. The mother, though, was quite attractive. My guess was that she was probably ten to twelve years older than me. The boys wanted to go swimming as soon as they arrived. I went over and offered to help them unload the car but the mother asked if I could watch the boys while they played in the water. NOT what I’d intended. Little kids and I were not a good match. I don’t know how long it was before she came out to the beach to rescue me but when she did she sat down in the sand somewhat beside and a little in front of me. As I looked over at her while she was talking I saw a beautiful DP (downpants). The way the sun was at that moment I got a great look at the elastic for the waistband. It was one that I didn’t recognize and that made me think about watching their clothesline closely whenever I was home. She thanked me profusely and, as I got up to leave I took another good look.
It was quite warm and humid so I went back into my house to continue studying. For some reason I kept looking over at their beach and after a while I saw the lady standing in the water with it up to her waist and still in her clothes. My mind went quickly into ”overdrive“ and I pictured her having to wash the salt water out of her clothes and then hanging them on the wash line later that afternoon or evening. My mind became consumed with that thought at that point and it was useless to continue to study.
As in most areas, especially at that time, there weren’t a lot of controlled fireworks shows. A couple of the father’s in our little community went around and collected a good lot of the small fireworks that individual families had purchased with the idea of trying to make them as safe as possible by controlling them. I’ve previously described the small community beach and that was where the ”show“ was to take place at around dusk. After supper Elle had been excused from visiting with her relatives. We went for a walk on the beach and headed East. We, long ago, had found a somewhat private place and we stopped there for some light ”action“. Elle was wearing a pair of white bermuda shorts with light blue vertical stripes. I had persuaded her to give me some ”lubrication“ to help me "play" and when she did it was a lot more than she’d intended. Although I was happy, Elle wasn’t. I still swear that with darkness approaching that it couldn’t be seen. In any case, she didn’t want to go home and explain why she was changing her clothes and didn't want to be seen in wet pants. So we waited there until we heard the sound of the firecrackers. I finally persuaded her that, with the oncoming darkness, no one would know. It was almost dark when we got there and we found a place a ways back from the action. We sat down in the sand with our backs against a bulkhead and watched for awhile. I had one arm around Elle when I felt her shudder. It was still quite warm and there was little breeze so I wondered why. I asked her what was wrong and I remember her taking my other hand and placing it in her crotch. Instant bulge! She let me ”play“ in her wet panties for quite a while. Actually, I couldn’t hardly believe that she’d done it since there were at least 20 adults and 35 or so kids there. But, we were way in the back with no chance of anyone being behind us. It was a sign to me that she was definitely ”loosening up“.
To be continued...
Friday of that week was 4th of July so there were no classes. I headed home as quickly as I could that Thursday. All the way there I was hoping for a “homecoming” as good as the week before. Elle had the afternoon off and was on the beach when I got home. I changed clothes and joined her. Just thinking about her and being with her I had a “soft” bulge as I put my bathing suit on. Elle was laying on a towel when I came down the steps. There were a few neighbors in the water and I hoped that they weren’t looking at me. Elle saw my problem and I distinctly remember her laughing. She quickly got up and we ran into the water. We swam out a ways to get away from the people and that effort took care of my “problem”... until I pulled Elle into my arms. She was wearing her old one piece cotton suit with bloomer like leg gatherings. It definitely wasn’t “sexy” but, on her it looked cute. It also had one very distinct advantage... I could easily get inside the leg elastic. If I were to guess, it probably only took me about 10 seconds to make her “crazy”. She wrapped her legs around me and as she did I fiddled around a bit trying to free my penis from my suit. In spite of the fact that we both knew she was “ripe“ she actually helped me get ”plugged in“. I’m sure that if anyone was studying us closely they probably knew what we were up to. But it didn’t matter to us. I don’t remember how long I lasted but I do remember pulling out and pushing her off me when I felt myself starting to come. She wasn’t all that happy at that moment but I knew she’d get over it and that we’d both probably be happy, in the long run, that I had.
Elle had to work that night so I spent time on my homework. I picked her up a 9pm and we ended up sitting at the end of the dock in front of my house. As much as I loved my work with the horses it was moments like this that made me a bit homesick. As far as I remember we ”behaved“ that night, knowing that we had three more nights together.
Some of Elle’s relatives came to visit on the 4th which meant I wasn’t with her. At my mother’s insistence I tackled more of my homework. The house next door had been sold and the new family arrived that afternoon. There were three boys ranging in age from three to seven. That was a big disappointment for me what with all the various girls affiliated with the previous owner. The mother, though, was quite attractive. My guess was that she was probably ten to twelve years older than me. The boys wanted to go swimming as soon as they arrived. I went over and offered to help them unload the car but the mother asked if I could watch the boys while they played in the water. NOT what I’d intended. Little kids and I were not a good match. I don’t know how long it was before she came out to the beach to rescue me but when she did she sat down in the sand somewhat beside and a little in front of me. As I looked over at her while she was talking I saw a beautiful DP (downpants). The way the sun was at that moment I got a great look at the elastic for the waistband. It was one that I didn’t recognize and that made me think about watching their clothesline closely whenever I was home. She thanked me profusely and, as I got up to leave I took another good look.
It was quite warm and humid so I went back into my house to continue studying. For some reason I kept looking over at their beach and after a while I saw the lady standing in the water with it up to her waist and still in her clothes. My mind went quickly into ”overdrive“ and I pictured her having to wash the salt water out of her clothes and then hanging them on the wash line later that afternoon or evening. My mind became consumed with that thought at that point and it was useless to continue to study.
As in most areas, especially at that time, there weren’t a lot of controlled fireworks shows. A couple of the father’s in our little community went around and collected a good lot of the small fireworks that individual families had purchased with the idea of trying to make them as safe as possible by controlling them. I’ve previously described the small community beach and that was where the ”show“ was to take place at around dusk. After supper Elle had been excused from visiting with her relatives. We went for a walk on the beach and headed East. We, long ago, had found a somewhat private place and we stopped there for some light ”action“. Elle was wearing a pair of white bermuda shorts with light blue vertical stripes. I had persuaded her to give me some ”lubrication“ to help me "play" and when she did it was a lot more than she’d intended. Although I was happy, Elle wasn’t. I still swear that with darkness approaching that it couldn’t be seen. In any case, she didn’t want to go home and explain why she was changing her clothes and didn't want to be seen in wet pants. So we waited there until we heard the sound of the firecrackers. I finally persuaded her that, with the oncoming darkness, no one would know. It was almost dark when we got there and we found a place a ways back from the action. We sat down in the sand with our backs against a bulkhead and watched for awhile. I had one arm around Elle when I felt her shudder. It was still quite warm and there was little breeze so I wondered why. I asked her what was wrong and I remember her taking my other hand and placing it in her crotch. Instant bulge! She let me ”play“ in her wet panties for quite a while. Actually, I couldn’t hardly believe that she’d done it since there were at least 20 adults and 35 or so kids there. But, we were way in the back with no chance of anyone being behind us. It was a sign to me that she was definitely ”loosening up“.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Settling in (Part 45c)
My first class was at 8am and I’d promised that I’d be back in time to pick Van up and bring him to the campus. It’d taken me about an hour and a half to get home on Friday so I just added another 15 minutes for my trip back. I left home just after 6am and by the time I reached Van’s house it was after 8:30am. By the time I got to class it was over. The traffic had been just unbelievable. I quickly changed my mind about daily commuting.
Rose and I had worked out a schedule for meeting both before and after class. Before class we’d go over what we’d read and how we interpreted it. The meeting afterwards was more to just chat. I learned that she was an only child and, like me, had attended boarding school. She was going to be a Junior at a women’s college located in the city. She was taking Summer courses just to pass time. She said she had no idea what she wanted to do after graduating so was still ”exploring“. When I first met her I got the distinct impression that she was disappointed that her partner was a male. By the second week she admitted that I’d been right but that she was happy now. She’d never really dated and all of her current friends were females so there had been some apprehension. At first she was ”standoffish“ but by the second week that was gone. As I mentioned, there were no really attractive girls in the class. If you were walking down the street and a group of people approached, including Rose, you probably wouldn’t have noticed her except for her height. She had shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was well tanned and, for at least the first two weeks, wore Summer dresses. Most of the other girls wore bermuda’s. Unfortunately for me they were mostly print therefore muting any VPL’s.
There was a treed memorial court not far from the main campus. Rose suggested that we go there for our after class meetings to take advantage of the shade as well as to get any breeze that might blow past. There were three cement benches that proved to be quite uncomfortable after sitting on them a while. It was Rose who made the move to the grass under the trees. For the first few meetings she was very demure, carefully folding the hem of her dress under her. It was during the second week that I got an unexpected ”present”. I don’t remember what we were discussing but I remember that she was looking at me when we both heard her named called. There were people walking by on the main path and even though I was looking in that direction I couldn’t tell who it was that called out. Rose twisted around to see who it was and when she recognized this one girl she sort of jumped right up forgetting about her modesty. She first pulled her legs out from underneath her and placed both feet flat on the ground in front of her. When she did I got a great view of her panties. She saw exactly where I was looking. She put her hands out in front of her sort of asking for me to give her a pull to get her started so she could stand up. My eyes never wavered from the target. Once up and on her feet she rushed off to go to the girl who had called out to her.
It’d probably taken less than 10 seconds but as I sat there replaying what I’d just seen in my mind I had a whole new perspective towards our relationship. Truthfully, I’d only looked at her as a means to an end... my getting at least a B in the course. As I said, she definitely knew that I was looking at her panties. I was surprised that she’d made no effort to cover herself. It was almost time for my next class by the time she returned. I was somewhat embarrassed, knowing that she’d caught me “peeking”, but she didn’t say anything about it at all.
The next day, when we went to our meeting place, she surprised me as she sat down on the grass. In my mind she was deliberately giving me a “free show” in that she made no effort to cover herself up as she settled in. Again, she caught me looking and I know I blushed beet red. She didn’t say anything about it and we got on about the play and our assignment. When it was time to go she pretty much reprised the day before by putting her hands out for me to give her a start upwards. Her feet were spread about a foot apart with her knees up under her chin. As she rose the hem of her dress fell downwards into her lap. I could feel the bulge growing but my eyes never wavered. We parted with her saying that we’d meet again the next day. I couldn’t wait!
I know I haven’t mentioned anything about my grandfather’s horses racing. I did go to see them when they raced. The first two times I went I was very disappointed with the way Benny, the driver, raced them. In my mind I felt I could’ve done a better job even though I didn’t have my license yet. Van’s parents were very interested in the fact that I’d chosen such an off beat career path and had pushed me to take them to the races to see what it was all about. As I remember it they were impressed. At the same time my mother was pushing them to come and spend a weekend. They kept saying they would but couldn’t set a date. I was hoping against hope that they wouldn’t because it would mean I’d have to give up my “private time” with Elle whenever they did.
To be continued...
My first class was at 8am and I’d promised that I’d be back in time to pick Van up and bring him to the campus. It’d taken me about an hour and a half to get home on Friday so I just added another 15 minutes for my trip back. I left home just after 6am and by the time I reached Van’s house it was after 8:30am. By the time I got to class it was over. The traffic had been just unbelievable. I quickly changed my mind about daily commuting.
Rose and I had worked out a schedule for meeting both before and after class. Before class we’d go over what we’d read and how we interpreted it. The meeting afterwards was more to just chat. I learned that she was an only child and, like me, had attended boarding school. She was going to be a Junior at a women’s college located in the city. She was taking Summer courses just to pass time. She said she had no idea what she wanted to do after graduating so was still ”exploring“. When I first met her I got the distinct impression that she was disappointed that her partner was a male. By the second week she admitted that I’d been right but that she was happy now. She’d never really dated and all of her current friends were females so there had been some apprehension. At first she was ”standoffish“ but by the second week that was gone. As I mentioned, there were no really attractive girls in the class. If you were walking down the street and a group of people approached, including Rose, you probably wouldn’t have noticed her except for her height. She had shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was well tanned and, for at least the first two weeks, wore Summer dresses. Most of the other girls wore bermuda’s. Unfortunately for me they were mostly print therefore muting any VPL’s.
There was a treed memorial court not far from the main campus. Rose suggested that we go there for our after class meetings to take advantage of the shade as well as to get any breeze that might blow past. There were three cement benches that proved to be quite uncomfortable after sitting on them a while. It was Rose who made the move to the grass under the trees. For the first few meetings she was very demure, carefully folding the hem of her dress under her. It was during the second week that I got an unexpected ”present”. I don’t remember what we were discussing but I remember that she was looking at me when we both heard her named called. There were people walking by on the main path and even though I was looking in that direction I couldn’t tell who it was that called out. Rose twisted around to see who it was and when she recognized this one girl she sort of jumped right up forgetting about her modesty. She first pulled her legs out from underneath her and placed both feet flat on the ground in front of her. When she did I got a great view of her panties. She saw exactly where I was looking. She put her hands out in front of her sort of asking for me to give her a pull to get her started so she could stand up. My eyes never wavered from the target. Once up and on her feet she rushed off to go to the girl who had called out to her.
It’d probably taken less than 10 seconds but as I sat there replaying what I’d just seen in my mind I had a whole new perspective towards our relationship. Truthfully, I’d only looked at her as a means to an end... my getting at least a B in the course. As I said, she definitely knew that I was looking at her panties. I was surprised that she’d made no effort to cover herself. It was almost time for my next class by the time she returned. I was somewhat embarrassed, knowing that she’d caught me “peeking”, but she didn’t say anything about it at all.
The next day, when we went to our meeting place, she surprised me as she sat down on the grass. In my mind she was deliberately giving me a “free show” in that she made no effort to cover herself up as she settled in. Again, she caught me looking and I know I blushed beet red. She didn’t say anything about it and we got on about the play and our assignment. When it was time to go she pretty much reprised the day before by putting her hands out for me to give her a start upwards. Her feet were spread about a foot apart with her knees up under her chin. As she rose the hem of her dress fell downwards into her lap. I could feel the bulge growing but my eyes never wavered. We parted with her saying that we’d meet again the next day. I couldn’t wait!
I know I haven’t mentioned anything about my grandfather’s horses racing. I did go to see them when they raced. The first two times I went I was very disappointed with the way Benny, the driver, raced them. In my mind I felt I could’ve done a better job even though I didn’t have my license yet. Van’s parents were very interested in the fact that I’d chosen such an off beat career path and had pushed me to take them to the races to see what it was all about. As I remember it they were impressed. At the same time my mother was pushing them to come and spend a weekend. They kept saying they would but couldn’t set a date. I was hoping against hope that they wouldn’t because it would mean I’d have to give up my “private time” with Elle whenever they did.
To be continued...
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Adapting (Part 45b)
The rest of the week went by fairly quickly. Rose was well versed in the theater, having attended many plays in the city. She was a great help to me especially in interpreting the written dialog. Because of that, between her and the instructor I actually looked forward to going to class. Boring, boring, boring was the only way to describe the Eco course. As soon as classes were over on Friday I was on my way home. Elle wasn’t working and I went straight to her house. She was really glad to see me and, fortunately, her mother was working. Without exaggeration, I could’ve taken her right there in the kitchen. It was one of Elle’s more demonstrative reactions. We both wanted to head right upstairs but I didn’t have a rubber and I knew that if I didn’t go home and say “Hi” to my mother she’d soon be on the phone. We broke away from each other and I told her I’d be back as soon as I could.
It was about 20 or so minutes before I got back. I didn’t knock but walked right into the kitchen. Elle was sitting on a small stool almost in the middle of the floor. All she had on was her bra and a pair of panties. That certainly got my attention! When she stood up we went into a lip lock on the top and a handful of crotch on the bottom. Passion like this from Elle was rare and I sure wanted to take advantage of it. I quickly found her “button” and she could only take it for a few seconds before she pulled away. When she came back she went right for my belt and pants. As soon as they were on the floor she pushed me down onto the stool and followed me down, straddling me. WHEW! So much in such a short time! I still didn’t have a rubber but it didn’t stop her when she pulled her panties aside and put my penis inside of them. OH MY HEART! I probably lasted only 10 to 15 seconds. She felt me come and just wiggled around on my lap for a while. When we finally got up we stood and hugged each other for quite a while. It certainly was good to be home!
Saturday night we took a ride around town and ended up at the sailing club. It was just about dusk and all the lights in the building were on. I decided to see what was going on and when we walked in there was a party with a lot of my old sailing friends in attendance. Even though I’d known for a month that I’d be home for six weeks I never once thought about sailing. Seeing all the people and them seeing me generated some discussion about the possibility of me racing again. At first I pretty much dismissed the idea. It had been almost two years since I’d last competed and I wasn’t sure I could find all the parts and pieces to the boat. When we left it was Elle who encouraged me to go home to see if I could. Instead of going off and “parking” we ended up in my father’s garage, moving all kinds of junk to get at the boat and the necessary equipment to race it. It turned out to be fun. My father, seeing the lights were on, even helped. By the time we got it all together it was past midnight. When I took Elle home I didn’t even get a “good” good night kiss. She was just too tired. But I was exhilarated! Working around the boat got my enthusiasm up.
The main problem I had on Sunday was that I didn’t have a crew. I took the boat to the club, set it up and visited with some of my closest racing friends. I was surprised that my best sailing friend, Buddy, wasn’t there. I’d hoped that his girlfriend, Carol, would be there with him as she usually sailed in clothes rather than a bathing suit. Wet clothes gave off some very vivid VPL’s. As the others started to sail out to the starting line I still hadn’t found a crew. I was about to give up when I recognized a guy who I had competed against a couple of years prior, walking towards the clubhouse. He was dressed fairly nicely and certainly didn’t look like he would be interested in sailing. I was the first one he came to and he asked if one of the other competitors was around. I pointed to a boat sailing away from the shore. He stood there for a minute and then, totally surprising me, asked if I needed a crew. He looked like he’d just come from church but had removed his tie. I told him I did. He told me he’d be right back and started running for the parking lot. When he came back he was still dressed the same but was shoeless and beltless. He quickly helped me launch the boat and jumped in.
His name was Rick and when he was in college had been a very good, competitive sailor. Once he graduated he’d sold his boat and gotten a job in the midwest. His mother was quite ill and he had come back to see her. He said he had come down to see just who of his friends were still sailing. The sight of the boats heading for the starting line was too much to take. He told me it had been over three years since he’d sailed and told me not to expect too much from him. It’d been almost two since I’d last raced so we were both rusty. One other thing was that our combined weights were 330 pounds, about 30 over the optimum racing weight for this class sailboat. I told him it didn’t matter and that it was just good to be back on the water. He agreed.
I truly wasn’t expecting much in the way of results so when we ended up winning the first race we were both ecstatic. A second place finish in the next race wasn’t too bad either. When back ashore we were both congratulated for our efforts. Rick had to get back to his mother’s house to change out of his wet clothes so he could go see her in the hospital and didn’t stay around for long. Some of the other regular racers were curious as to how Rick and I got together. A couple of them told me that Rick was “bad news” and that I really should avoid him. That puzzled me as we seemed to get along very well and we certainly couldn’t have asked for much better results. When Rick left he told me he was flying back West the next day and, depending on his mother’s health, might be back the following weekend. I was hoping that he would.
Right from the time I'd gotten home my mother was all over me about doing my homework. My going racing kept me from doing any of it so when I got back to the house she told me that I wasn’t leaving, even to go over to Elle’s, until it was done. There was nothing I could say or do so invited Elle to at least come over and to sit with me as I worked. It wasn’t much of a “date“ and I remember her needling me by saying I did more studying that night than I’d done the whole Spring semester. I did get to walk her home and got some good kissing in but not much else. When I left her I'd pretty much decided that I’d try commuting on a daily basis. I really missed Elle.
To be continued...
The rest of the week went by fairly quickly. Rose was well versed in the theater, having attended many plays in the city. She was a great help to me especially in interpreting the written dialog. Because of that, between her and the instructor I actually looked forward to going to class. Boring, boring, boring was the only way to describe the Eco course. As soon as classes were over on Friday I was on my way home. Elle wasn’t working and I went straight to her house. She was really glad to see me and, fortunately, her mother was working. Without exaggeration, I could’ve taken her right there in the kitchen. It was one of Elle’s more demonstrative reactions. We both wanted to head right upstairs but I didn’t have a rubber and I knew that if I didn’t go home and say “Hi” to my mother she’d soon be on the phone. We broke away from each other and I told her I’d be back as soon as I could.
It was about 20 or so minutes before I got back. I didn’t knock but walked right into the kitchen. Elle was sitting on a small stool almost in the middle of the floor. All she had on was her bra and a pair of panties. That certainly got my attention! When she stood up we went into a lip lock on the top and a handful of crotch on the bottom. Passion like this from Elle was rare and I sure wanted to take advantage of it. I quickly found her “button” and she could only take it for a few seconds before she pulled away. When she came back she went right for my belt and pants. As soon as they were on the floor she pushed me down onto the stool and followed me down, straddling me. WHEW! So much in such a short time! I still didn’t have a rubber but it didn’t stop her when she pulled her panties aside and put my penis inside of them. OH MY HEART! I probably lasted only 10 to 15 seconds. She felt me come and just wiggled around on my lap for a while. When we finally got up we stood and hugged each other for quite a while. It certainly was good to be home!
Saturday night we took a ride around town and ended up at the sailing club. It was just about dusk and all the lights in the building were on. I decided to see what was going on and when we walked in there was a party with a lot of my old sailing friends in attendance. Even though I’d known for a month that I’d be home for six weeks I never once thought about sailing. Seeing all the people and them seeing me generated some discussion about the possibility of me racing again. At first I pretty much dismissed the idea. It had been almost two years since I’d last competed and I wasn’t sure I could find all the parts and pieces to the boat. When we left it was Elle who encouraged me to go home to see if I could. Instead of going off and “parking” we ended up in my father’s garage, moving all kinds of junk to get at the boat and the necessary equipment to race it. It turned out to be fun. My father, seeing the lights were on, even helped. By the time we got it all together it was past midnight. When I took Elle home I didn’t even get a “good” good night kiss. She was just too tired. But I was exhilarated! Working around the boat got my enthusiasm up.
The main problem I had on Sunday was that I didn’t have a crew. I took the boat to the club, set it up and visited with some of my closest racing friends. I was surprised that my best sailing friend, Buddy, wasn’t there. I’d hoped that his girlfriend, Carol, would be there with him as she usually sailed in clothes rather than a bathing suit. Wet clothes gave off some very vivid VPL’s. As the others started to sail out to the starting line I still hadn’t found a crew. I was about to give up when I recognized a guy who I had competed against a couple of years prior, walking towards the clubhouse. He was dressed fairly nicely and certainly didn’t look like he would be interested in sailing. I was the first one he came to and he asked if one of the other competitors was around. I pointed to a boat sailing away from the shore. He stood there for a minute and then, totally surprising me, asked if I needed a crew. He looked like he’d just come from church but had removed his tie. I told him I did. He told me he’d be right back and started running for the parking lot. When he came back he was still dressed the same but was shoeless and beltless. He quickly helped me launch the boat and jumped in.
His name was Rick and when he was in college had been a very good, competitive sailor. Once he graduated he’d sold his boat and gotten a job in the midwest. His mother was quite ill and he had come back to see her. He said he had come down to see just who of his friends were still sailing. The sight of the boats heading for the starting line was too much to take. He told me it had been over three years since he’d sailed and told me not to expect too much from him. It’d been almost two since I’d last raced so we were both rusty. One other thing was that our combined weights were 330 pounds, about 30 over the optimum racing weight for this class sailboat. I told him it didn’t matter and that it was just good to be back on the water. He agreed.
I truly wasn’t expecting much in the way of results so when we ended up winning the first race we were both ecstatic. A second place finish in the next race wasn’t too bad either. When back ashore we were both congratulated for our efforts. Rick had to get back to his mother’s house to change out of his wet clothes so he could go see her in the hospital and didn’t stay around for long. Some of the other regular racers were curious as to how Rick and I got together. A couple of them told me that Rick was “bad news” and that I really should avoid him. That puzzled me as we seemed to get along very well and we certainly couldn’t have asked for much better results. When Rick left he told me he was flying back West the next day and, depending on his mother’s health, might be back the following weekend. I was hoping that he would.
Right from the time I'd gotten home my mother was all over me about doing my homework. My going racing kept me from doing any of it so when I got back to the house she told me that I wasn’t leaving, even to go over to Elle’s, until it was done. There was nothing I could say or do so invited Elle to at least come over and to sit with me as I worked. It wasn’t much of a “date“ and I remember her needling me by saying I did more studying that night than I’d done the whole Spring semester. I did get to walk her home and got some good kissing in but not much else. When I left her I'd pretty much decided that I’d try commuting on a daily basis. I really missed Elle.
To be continued...
Monday, May 25, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Adapting (Part 45a)
I worked with the horses as long as I could, right through the Saturday night before I had to register on campus for my Summer courses. I left for home as soon as I woke up on Sunday and made it about mid afternoon. I stopped at the drug store to see Elle before going home. In my mind I had us going out that night but, in keeping with my incredible bad luck, found her not feeling well. In fact, she’d called one of the other girls to come in for her so I waited to take her home. Another thing I’d been going over in my mind on the trip home was what my parents would say to me, face to face, about my grades and Summer school. It didn’t take long to find out. I took Elle home and was talking with her when the phone rang. It was my mother telling me to come right home. That was not a good sign.
The long and short of it was that they were not very happy with me at all. I was told that, for me to go back to school in the Fall, I had to get at least a B in each of my Summer courses. As far as working was concerned I was told I could give it a try but if it interfered with my studying in any way it had to stop. It was surely a wake up call.
That night I stopped back at Elle’s house and found that the reason she wasn’t feeling well was that she had her period... again. She had it when I left and it was back again. It seemed like it was yesterday. Another disappointment.
Disappointment continued on Monday. One of the two Economics courses that I’d pre-registered for didn’t get enough people so it was canceled. That left me scrambling for another course that would be accepted by my college. I was meeting the fraternity brother (Van) who I was to live with after registration. He was also taking two courses and I got the idea to take one of them with him, knowing that the school had approved them. That was until he told me they were both Political Science courses which would do me no good. But he said he’d seen a couple of guys he recognized from school and that maybe they were taking courses that would fit my needs. We managed to track one of them down and one of the courses he was taking was an English course.
Common sense would have dictated that Psychology would now be my “minor” what with all the courses I’d completed. But I felt so betrayed by my advisor I had decided that I’d have two “minors”, Education and English. I could use the English course in that pursuit. The title of the course was Contemporary Drama and I had not a clue as to what it was about.
Back in the late 50’s there was a very popular TV personality by the name of Gary Moore. I had actually met him in person a few years before. It was a shock when I walked into my first class to see that the instructor was a dead ringer for him. It turned out that his personality was also similar, especially with his humor. But he was also a no nonsense type and had a definite plan. There were 18 of us with only three males. The instructor started off with attendance followed by assigned pairings. My “partner” was to be a girl named Rose. The idea behind the pairings, or teams, was that he felt we could get deeper into the subject matter if we were to constantly challenge each other. When we were asked a question in class we were to speak as one. It was certainly a different concept.
I hadn’t paid attention when attendance was taken so didn’t know which of the girls was Rose. They were all pretty much ordinary looking with one being quite short. We were given three booklets with each one being a different play. The first assignment was “Inherit the Wind”. We were let off early so we could find our new teammate and to get acquainted. Rose turned out to be the short one and seemed very nice. She was also very rich as her father was a big wine importer. They lived in the city in the Winter but had a Summer home about halfway from the campus to my house. That was where she was living while she attended Summer school. She appeared to be accepting of me and willing to work.
It was obvious that the Economics class was going to be mind numbingly boring. The instructor really didn’t want to be there and it showed. We were basically on our own. Fortunately, I saw that I would be able to use the text and hoped that it would work out.
Van, my fraternity brother and who I was now living with, had really been reamed out by his parents for getting kicked out of school when he got home. They took his car from him and made him go to work as a laborer, hoping that it would be a wake up call for him. I found out right after I caught up with him that he expected me to be his wheels for the Summer. As far as I could see nothing had changed with him. He was a party animal while at school and it appeared that, at least in that vein, nothing had changed. When I took off for the racetrack to look for work that first night he was very disappointed. He'd wanted to go out and I felt a little bad but I had to do what I had to do.
My disappointment barrage continued when, after arriving at the track, found that Benny, the trainer/driver who AJ had shipped his four horses to, wanted no part of me. Maybe I was expecting too much. Unfortunately, I didn’t respond to his snub very well. Bottom line was he wasn’t going to use me and wouldn’t give me any assistance in meeting people who might. I thought about getting in touch with AJ but decided it was probably better if I didn’t. There was nothing left to do but go back to Van’s house.
Van had found someone to take him out to party so I was basically alone. His father had to leave for work at 6am so went to bed around 9pm. So, while alone I got to thinking about the possibility of commuting from home. That way I’d get to see more of Elle. It made sense in that I wasn't going to be able to work with the horses and was only an hour and a half away. I decided to stick out the week and make a decision once I got home for the weekend.
To be continued...
I worked with the horses as long as I could, right through the Saturday night before I had to register on campus for my Summer courses. I left for home as soon as I woke up on Sunday and made it about mid afternoon. I stopped at the drug store to see Elle before going home. In my mind I had us going out that night but, in keeping with my incredible bad luck, found her not feeling well. In fact, she’d called one of the other girls to come in for her so I waited to take her home. Another thing I’d been going over in my mind on the trip home was what my parents would say to me, face to face, about my grades and Summer school. It didn’t take long to find out. I took Elle home and was talking with her when the phone rang. It was my mother telling me to come right home. That was not a good sign.
The long and short of it was that they were not very happy with me at all. I was told that, for me to go back to school in the Fall, I had to get at least a B in each of my Summer courses. As far as working was concerned I was told I could give it a try but if it interfered with my studying in any way it had to stop. It was surely a wake up call.
That night I stopped back at Elle’s house and found that the reason she wasn’t feeling well was that she had her period... again. She had it when I left and it was back again. It seemed like it was yesterday. Another disappointment.
Disappointment continued on Monday. One of the two Economics courses that I’d pre-registered for didn’t get enough people so it was canceled. That left me scrambling for another course that would be accepted by my college. I was meeting the fraternity brother (Van) who I was to live with after registration. He was also taking two courses and I got the idea to take one of them with him, knowing that the school had approved them. That was until he told me they were both Political Science courses which would do me no good. But he said he’d seen a couple of guys he recognized from school and that maybe they were taking courses that would fit my needs. We managed to track one of them down and one of the courses he was taking was an English course.
Common sense would have dictated that Psychology would now be my “minor” what with all the courses I’d completed. But I felt so betrayed by my advisor I had decided that I’d have two “minors”, Education and English. I could use the English course in that pursuit. The title of the course was Contemporary Drama and I had not a clue as to what it was about.
Back in the late 50’s there was a very popular TV personality by the name of Gary Moore. I had actually met him in person a few years before. It was a shock when I walked into my first class to see that the instructor was a dead ringer for him. It turned out that his personality was also similar, especially with his humor. But he was also a no nonsense type and had a definite plan. There were 18 of us with only three males. The instructor started off with attendance followed by assigned pairings. My “partner” was to be a girl named Rose. The idea behind the pairings, or teams, was that he felt we could get deeper into the subject matter if we were to constantly challenge each other. When we were asked a question in class we were to speak as one. It was certainly a different concept.
I hadn’t paid attention when attendance was taken so didn’t know which of the girls was Rose. They were all pretty much ordinary looking with one being quite short. We were given three booklets with each one being a different play. The first assignment was “Inherit the Wind”. We were let off early so we could find our new teammate and to get acquainted. Rose turned out to be the short one and seemed very nice. She was also very rich as her father was a big wine importer. They lived in the city in the Winter but had a Summer home about halfway from the campus to my house. That was where she was living while she attended Summer school. She appeared to be accepting of me and willing to work.
It was obvious that the Economics class was going to be mind numbingly boring. The instructor really didn’t want to be there and it showed. We were basically on our own. Fortunately, I saw that I would be able to use the text and hoped that it would work out.
Van, my fraternity brother and who I was now living with, had really been reamed out by his parents for getting kicked out of school when he got home. They took his car from him and made him go to work as a laborer, hoping that it would be a wake up call for him. I found out right after I caught up with him that he expected me to be his wheels for the Summer. As far as I could see nothing had changed with him. He was a party animal while at school and it appeared that, at least in that vein, nothing had changed. When I took off for the racetrack to look for work that first night he was very disappointed. He'd wanted to go out and I felt a little bad but I had to do what I had to do.
My disappointment barrage continued when, after arriving at the track, found that Benny, the trainer/driver who AJ had shipped his four horses to, wanted no part of me. Maybe I was expecting too much. Unfortunately, I didn’t respond to his snub very well. Bottom line was he wasn’t going to use me and wouldn’t give me any assistance in meeting people who might. I thought about getting in touch with AJ but decided it was probably better if I didn’t. There was nothing left to do but go back to Van’s house.
Van had found someone to take him out to party so I was basically alone. His father had to leave for work at 6am so went to bed around 9pm. So, while alone I got to thinking about the possibility of commuting from home. That way I’d get to see more of Elle. It made sense in that I wasn't going to be able to work with the horses and was only an hour and a half away. I decided to stick out the week and make a decision once I got home for the weekend.
To be continued...
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
MANIC MAY... winding it up (Part 44g)
The Dean set up another meeting with me following my last exam. At that meeting we discussed my future at the school and what options I had. I certainly didn’t want to continue as a Psychology major and the only way I had a chance of graduating with my class (with Summer school credits included) was to change my major to Economics. However, the school had a rule that, as a Liberal Arts college, you could not take more than five courses in your major in consecutive semesters. I needed seven courses. The head of the Economics department was called in and that was not a good sign for me as I’d taken my Eco 101 and 102 with him and had ended up with D’s. After considerable pleading on my part and promises to work really hard I was told it was OK. Because I needed to make up the credits I’d lost with the WF in the Psych course I was told to take Economics courses during the Summer. The caveat was that my course choices had to be approved by the department head. I asked for a list of schools whose credits would be accepted and one was a college that was only an hour and a half from home. Resigned to not being able to work full time I grasped the positives of being near home and Elle.
Calls were made and pre-registration was done over the phone. All I had to do then was let my parents know and get the money for tuition. THAT... was going to be hard and I really didn’t look forward to making that call. It had taken two whole days to get through all of the above and I still hadn’t started work. I was just about to leave campus when I got an idea. The Dean had shown he was somewhat sympathetic to my plight as shown by his willingness to work with me and by having admitted that it had been wrong for the school to have brought Professor W back. I made one last visit to his office and asked if he could/would write a letter to my parents explaining the troubles that I’d had with him and my advisor. I must’ve looked pitiful because he said he’d draft something up and get it in the mail by the end of the week. To me, that was enough to buy a little time.
My boss, AJ, was less than pleased with my situation. With me being away for six weeks right in the busiest time for him was something that didn’t set well with him. He’d made plans for me being there and now, on the spur of the moment, they had to be changed. Ed, the colored man who helped AJ out with training during the Winters, would now have to do the same in the Summer. That meant that Ed wouldn’t be able to take care of any horses so another groom would have to be hired. AJ decided that it was only fair to Ed to let him share my duties while I was there so that meant we each got one horse to care for. It wasn’t what I was planning on as it also meant that I wouldn’t be getting a raise.
The promised letter had been received by my parents by the time I called them that Sunday. The one thing that a stern lecture over the phone had as an advantage was that I didn’t have to see the face of my father as he spoke. There was no question that he was mad but he did indicate that he’d get a check off to the college to cover my Summer tuition. I could only hope that he would be somewhat calmer by the time I got home.
I had three weeks to work. The only thing, of note, that happened during that time was that I cashed the biggest winning ticket of my life. I won over $130 for a $2 daily double bet and it was right before I headed home. Also, I did hatch a plan to make some money while still attending classes. I’d been in contact with one of my fellow members of the ”unholy alliance“ from the fraternity and gotten his parents approval for me to stay with them. He lived just minutes away from the campus. I’d attend classes in the morning, do my homework in the afternoon, and then go to the same racetrack where my grandfather’s horses were racing and work, taking care of horses that would be racing at night. I’d go home over the weekends and that way I’d be able to spend time with Elle. It seemed like it was perfect... too perfect.
To be continued...
The Dean set up another meeting with me following my last exam. At that meeting we discussed my future at the school and what options I had. I certainly didn’t want to continue as a Psychology major and the only way I had a chance of graduating with my class (with Summer school credits included) was to change my major to Economics. However, the school had a rule that, as a Liberal Arts college, you could not take more than five courses in your major in consecutive semesters. I needed seven courses. The head of the Economics department was called in and that was not a good sign for me as I’d taken my Eco 101 and 102 with him and had ended up with D’s. After considerable pleading on my part and promises to work really hard I was told it was OK. Because I needed to make up the credits I’d lost with the WF in the Psych course I was told to take Economics courses during the Summer. The caveat was that my course choices had to be approved by the department head. I asked for a list of schools whose credits would be accepted and one was a college that was only an hour and a half from home. Resigned to not being able to work full time I grasped the positives of being near home and Elle.
Calls were made and pre-registration was done over the phone. All I had to do then was let my parents know and get the money for tuition. THAT... was going to be hard and I really didn’t look forward to making that call. It had taken two whole days to get through all of the above and I still hadn’t started work. I was just about to leave campus when I got an idea. The Dean had shown he was somewhat sympathetic to my plight as shown by his willingness to work with me and by having admitted that it had been wrong for the school to have brought Professor W back. I made one last visit to his office and asked if he could/would write a letter to my parents explaining the troubles that I’d had with him and my advisor. I must’ve looked pitiful because he said he’d draft something up and get it in the mail by the end of the week. To me, that was enough to buy a little time.
My boss, AJ, was less than pleased with my situation. With me being away for six weeks right in the busiest time for him was something that didn’t set well with him. He’d made plans for me being there and now, on the spur of the moment, they had to be changed. Ed, the colored man who helped AJ out with training during the Winters, would now have to do the same in the Summer. That meant that Ed wouldn’t be able to take care of any horses so another groom would have to be hired. AJ decided that it was only fair to Ed to let him share my duties while I was there so that meant we each got one horse to care for. It wasn’t what I was planning on as it also meant that I wouldn’t be getting a raise.
The promised letter had been received by my parents by the time I called them that Sunday. The one thing that a stern lecture over the phone had as an advantage was that I didn’t have to see the face of my father as he spoke. There was no question that he was mad but he did indicate that he’d get a check off to the college to cover my Summer tuition. I could only hope that he would be somewhat calmer by the time I got home.
I had three weeks to work. The only thing, of note, that happened during that time was that I cashed the biggest winning ticket of my life. I won over $130 for a $2 daily double bet and it was right before I headed home. Also, I did hatch a plan to make some money while still attending classes. I’d been in contact with one of my fellow members of the ”unholy alliance“ from the fraternity and gotten his parents approval for me to stay with them. He lived just minutes away from the campus. I’d attend classes in the morning, do my homework in the afternoon, and then go to the same racetrack where my grandfather’s horses were racing and work, taking care of horses that would be racing at night. I’d go home over the weekends and that way I’d be able to spend time with Elle. It seemed like it was perfect... too perfect.
To be continued...
Friday, May 15, 2009
MANIC MAY... and it was (Part 44e)
Nothing more was said and I really don’t remember how we said goodnight. I knew I had to visit my Grandparents before going back to school and decided to do it first thing the next morning. I’ll admit I had devised a devious plan to get my grandfather to loan me some money and that it was the driving force behind my visit. He, of course, was excited to see me. Ironically, he had just gotten off the phone with AJ, his horse trainer and my Summer boss, before I arrived. He told me that AJ was due to ship into the track nearby to my college on the following Monday. That was the subject of my plea to my grandfather for money... that AJ had told me that he was going to ship into the track in mid May and when he didn’t I was out two weeks pay. Luckily, he bought it and proceeded to give (loan) me $100. But there was more as he told me that his two best horses were not being shipped to where I was going to be working but would be racing at the track near the city. He said that he wanted to see them race before he couldn’t travel anymore. (He had an arthritic hip and bad circulation in that leg) It was sort of a blow to me as I really enjoyed being a part of the training of his horses and watching them race. When I left I felt a bit bad because I knew how hard he’d take it when the news of my having to go to Summer school got to him. That, and how he’d be really upset if and when Elle’s and my engagement was released to the papers by her mother. Even though I had the money I didn’t feel that good about it.
Elle was feeling a little better by the time I got back. Nothing more was said about her father’s offer and what we were going to do about getting married. I was happy that she didn’t bring it up. We had lunch at my house and, unfortunately, she heard my mother lace into me again for not bringing any study materials home with me. It was obvious to her that I hadn’t told my mother about skipping the Psych exam so, later on, she was all over me about that. Other than getting the $100 from my grandfather, the day was not going all that well for me. Elle wasn’t up to doing much so, as I remember it, the day just drifted away.
Friday was Memorial Day so, for my trip back, I had the Indianapolis 500 race on radio to entertain me. That was the only thing I could find that was positive. Both my parents gave me another “talking to“ about being serious about college at breakfast. Elle was all teary about the fact that it would be a long time until she saw me again. I do remember driving down the road from my house and actually being glad to leave.
The trip back was easy. Being a racing fan, the radio play by play kept my attention and made time pass quickly. There were eight laps left in the race when I pulled into the parking lot behind the fraternity and I sat there and listened as Jimmy Bryant won. I’d been a fan of his so that made me happy. When I walked into the foyer I couldn’t help but see this big note posted on the fraternity crest telling me to report to the Dean of students at the administration building ASAP . It was posted the prior afternoon and, with the day being a holiday, I knew they were closed. I had no idea what it was about so it was just one more thing to worry about until Monday.
I made it through the exam, worrying about why I was summoned to see the Dean the whole way through. It certainly didn’t help my performance on the exam. Once there I had to wait for a while, increasing my uneasiness. Inside his office he wasted no time in letting me know why I was there... ”Where were you for the Psychology exam?“ I’d love to know what the expression on my face was when I heard that. The question caught me flat footed and I just plain reacted, not thinking of the consequences of what I was saying.
Basically, what went down was the following; When I didn’t show up for the exam and wasn’t on the infirmary list, Professor W went bonkers and reported me to the Dean. It would take far to long to give the details so suffice it to say that I let the Dean know everything that had gone on between the Professor and I and my term paper. AND, the bizaare way he ran the class. I fully expected to have the Dean stop me but he let me ramble on. When I finished he didn’t say a word but called to his secretary to get hold my advisor immediately. I was then asked to wait outside. It was maybe a half hour when I saw my advisor walk in. When he saw me he looked away. I sat there for another half hour before he walked out. I was then told to go inside. I had absolutely no idea what to expect and certainly didn’t expect an apology.
Long story short... He admitted that bringing Professor W back was a mistake. My advisor was chastised for not following through with what he had told me he would do on my behalf with Professor W. (The reason was that my advisor was intimidated by the Professor). My mistake was in not showing up for the exam. If I had and had ended up failing the course I would’ve had recourse. But the rules were clear that failure to not take a scheduled exam without a prior excuse (ie; infirmary list) called for a WF (withdrawn failure). So, that meant I was SOL... or so I thought.
To be continued...
Nothing more was said and I really don’t remember how we said goodnight. I knew I had to visit my Grandparents before going back to school and decided to do it first thing the next morning. I’ll admit I had devised a devious plan to get my grandfather to loan me some money and that it was the driving force behind my visit. He, of course, was excited to see me. Ironically, he had just gotten off the phone with AJ, his horse trainer and my Summer boss, before I arrived. He told me that AJ was due to ship into the track nearby to my college on the following Monday. That was the subject of my plea to my grandfather for money... that AJ had told me that he was going to ship into the track in mid May and when he didn’t I was out two weeks pay. Luckily, he bought it and proceeded to give (loan) me $100. But there was more as he told me that his two best horses were not being shipped to where I was going to be working but would be racing at the track near the city. He said that he wanted to see them race before he couldn’t travel anymore. (He had an arthritic hip and bad circulation in that leg) It was sort of a blow to me as I really enjoyed being a part of the training of his horses and watching them race. When I left I felt a bit bad because I knew how hard he’d take it when the news of my having to go to Summer school got to him. That, and how he’d be really upset if and when Elle’s and my engagement was released to the papers by her mother. Even though I had the money I didn’t feel that good about it.
Elle was feeling a little better by the time I got back. Nothing more was said about her father’s offer and what we were going to do about getting married. I was happy that she didn’t bring it up. We had lunch at my house and, unfortunately, she heard my mother lace into me again for not bringing any study materials home with me. It was obvious to her that I hadn’t told my mother about skipping the Psych exam so, later on, she was all over me about that. Other than getting the $100 from my grandfather, the day was not going all that well for me. Elle wasn’t up to doing much so, as I remember it, the day just drifted away.
Friday was Memorial Day so, for my trip back, I had the Indianapolis 500 race on radio to entertain me. That was the only thing I could find that was positive. Both my parents gave me another “talking to“ about being serious about college at breakfast. Elle was all teary about the fact that it would be a long time until she saw me again. I do remember driving down the road from my house and actually being glad to leave.
The trip back was easy. Being a racing fan, the radio play by play kept my attention and made time pass quickly. There were eight laps left in the race when I pulled into the parking lot behind the fraternity and I sat there and listened as Jimmy Bryant won. I’d been a fan of his so that made me happy. When I walked into the foyer I couldn’t help but see this big note posted on the fraternity crest telling me to report to the Dean of students at the administration building ASAP . It was posted the prior afternoon and, with the day being a holiday, I knew they were closed. I had no idea what it was about so it was just one more thing to worry about until Monday.
I made it through the exam, worrying about why I was summoned to see the Dean the whole way through. It certainly didn’t help my performance on the exam. Once there I had to wait for a while, increasing my uneasiness. Inside his office he wasted no time in letting me know why I was there... ”Where were you for the Psychology exam?“ I’d love to know what the expression on my face was when I heard that. The question caught me flat footed and I just plain reacted, not thinking of the consequences of what I was saying.
Basically, what went down was the following; When I didn’t show up for the exam and wasn’t on the infirmary list, Professor W went bonkers and reported me to the Dean. It would take far to long to give the details so suffice it to say that I let the Dean know everything that had gone on between the Professor and I and my term paper. AND, the bizaare way he ran the class. I fully expected to have the Dean stop me but he let me ramble on. When I finished he didn’t say a word but called to his secretary to get hold my advisor immediately. I was then asked to wait outside. It was maybe a half hour when I saw my advisor walk in. When he saw me he looked away. I sat there for another half hour before he walked out. I was then told to go inside. I had absolutely no idea what to expect and certainly didn’t expect an apology.
Long story short... He admitted that bringing Professor W back was a mistake. My advisor was chastised for not following through with what he had told me he would do on my behalf with Professor W. (The reason was that my advisor was intimidated by the Professor). My mistake was in not showing up for the exam. If I had and had ended up failing the course I would’ve had recourse. But the rules were clear that failure to not take a scheduled exam without a prior excuse (ie; infirmary list) called for a WF (withdrawn failure). So, that meant I was SOL... or so I thought.
To be continued...
Monday, May 11, 2009
MANIC MAY... and it was (Part 44d)
I called Elle as soon as I got into the house. She told me that I was crazy and that I had to take the exam. I hung up the phone telling her to be ready to go at around 3pm on Tuesday. I was really excited. I did some honest studying (cramming) over the rest of the weekend and after my Monday exam. I left the Tuesday exam feeling confident that I had earned my ”hook“ (a C). I left to pick Elle up immediately and was at the sorority in mid afternoon. In spite of her ”chastising“ me about my decision she had all the things she wanted to take home ready and waiting. I was in the best mood I’d been in for a while. Elle snuggled up to me as we headed for home.
My mood changed after we stopped for Elle’s first rest room break. She had a grim look on her face as she approached the car. Her period had started. Talk about sticking a pin in a balloon! I’d fantasized about all the ”alone“ time we’d be spending together for the next three days ever since I’d hatched my plan to skip the Psych exam and now it was gone. Elle wasn’t as disappointed as I was and tried to find the bright side in that at least we didn’t have to worry. I couldn’t disagree but it was still a low blow.
Elle didn’t help my now dark mood when she asked how I was going to make up for the missing credits. As hard as it may be to believe but I honestly hadn’t thought about it. For some perverse reason I got it into my head that I was sending Professor W a message by not showing up and deluded myself into believing that, somehow, it would all work out. I don’t know, even now, how I let myself go so far wrong.
I knew some of my friends had gone to Summer school but I’d never, ever, given it a thought. I did know that my college didn’t have Summer classes. As we drove I was stretching my memory trying to think of any college near the race track that I might attend. I came up with a few but I had no real knowledge to guide me. Now my mind was turning in a whole different, manic way. How would I be able to work with the horses? How would I pay for classes? How would I be able to go back in the Fall if I didn’t work all Summer? I became so immersed in all of that that I neglected to make the second rest stop for Elle and had to turn around and go back.
The rest of the trip home went by fairly quickly. Elle slept and I started to strategize on what I would say to my parents to explain what would become evident when my grades got sent home. They didn’t expect me until Thursday night. I lied and told them my Thursday exam had been moved which took the immediate pressure off. I was in good shape with them until my mother asked where my books were. I never even gave them a thought as I’d figured on cramming for the last two exams over the weekend after I’d gotten back to school. That wasn’t an option with them and told me they wanted me headed back on Friday, Memorial day. I had no argument for them and resigned myself to leaving early.
I knew Elle wouldn’t be feeling too good on Wednesday so I spent the morning trying to win some favor with my father by doing some chores around the yard. I went over to Elle’s around lunch time thinking that her mother was working. She wasn’t... and that turned out to not be a good thing. When Elle and I had told our parents that we were engaged, my mother had asked that Elle’s mother not make the announcement at that time. Nothing more had been said or done since that time. Elle’s mother had become tired of waiting and, having the two of us together, pinned us (me) down as to just what our plans were. We’d originally told her that our intention was to get married right after our graduations. She said that if that was so, she needed to start planning for the wedding right now. Elle and I had sort of ”danced around” the topic in some of our talks but, because she knew how touchy the subject was in my family, we didn’t come up with anything. It was a something that I didn’t need right at that moment.
Elle and I didn’t have an answer for her mother who had to leave for work. Having to bring that topic up with my parents with the specter of my upcoming need to go to Summer school hanging over me made me want to go hide in a closet. I certainly wasn’t ready to talk about it right at that moment and Elle, not feeling well, didn’t either. She said she was going to lie down and I went back to doing chores at home. I didn’t feel all that well either.
To be continued...
I called Elle as soon as I got into the house. She told me that I was crazy and that I had to take the exam. I hung up the phone telling her to be ready to go at around 3pm on Tuesday. I was really excited. I did some honest studying (cramming) over the rest of the weekend and after my Monday exam. I left the Tuesday exam feeling confident that I had earned my ”hook“ (a C). I left to pick Elle up immediately and was at the sorority in mid afternoon. In spite of her ”chastising“ me about my decision she had all the things she wanted to take home ready and waiting. I was in the best mood I’d been in for a while. Elle snuggled up to me as we headed for home.
My mood changed after we stopped for Elle’s first rest room break. She had a grim look on her face as she approached the car. Her period had started. Talk about sticking a pin in a balloon! I’d fantasized about all the ”alone“ time we’d be spending together for the next three days ever since I’d hatched my plan to skip the Psych exam and now it was gone. Elle wasn’t as disappointed as I was and tried to find the bright side in that at least we didn’t have to worry. I couldn’t disagree but it was still a low blow.
Elle didn’t help my now dark mood when she asked how I was going to make up for the missing credits. As hard as it may be to believe but I honestly hadn’t thought about it. For some perverse reason I got it into my head that I was sending Professor W a message by not showing up and deluded myself into believing that, somehow, it would all work out. I don’t know, even now, how I let myself go so far wrong.
I knew some of my friends had gone to Summer school but I’d never, ever, given it a thought. I did know that my college didn’t have Summer classes. As we drove I was stretching my memory trying to think of any college near the race track that I might attend. I came up with a few but I had no real knowledge to guide me. Now my mind was turning in a whole different, manic way. How would I be able to work with the horses? How would I pay for classes? How would I be able to go back in the Fall if I didn’t work all Summer? I became so immersed in all of that that I neglected to make the second rest stop for Elle and had to turn around and go back.
The rest of the trip home went by fairly quickly. Elle slept and I started to strategize on what I would say to my parents to explain what would become evident when my grades got sent home. They didn’t expect me until Thursday night. I lied and told them my Thursday exam had been moved which took the immediate pressure off. I was in good shape with them until my mother asked where my books were. I never even gave them a thought as I’d figured on cramming for the last two exams over the weekend after I’d gotten back to school. That wasn’t an option with them and told me they wanted me headed back on Friday, Memorial day. I had no argument for them and resigned myself to leaving early.
I knew Elle wouldn’t be feeling too good on Wednesday so I spent the morning trying to win some favor with my father by doing some chores around the yard. I went over to Elle’s around lunch time thinking that her mother was working. She wasn’t... and that turned out to not be a good thing. When Elle and I had told our parents that we were engaged, my mother had asked that Elle’s mother not make the announcement at that time. Nothing more had been said or done since that time. Elle’s mother had become tired of waiting and, having the two of us together, pinned us (me) down as to just what our plans were. We’d originally told her that our intention was to get married right after our graduations. She said that if that was so, she needed to start planning for the wedding right now. Elle and I had sort of ”danced around” the topic in some of our talks but, because she knew how touchy the subject was in my family, we didn’t come up with anything. It was a something that I didn’t need right at that moment.
Elle and I didn’t have an answer for her mother who had to leave for work. Having to bring that topic up with my parents with the specter of my upcoming need to go to Summer school hanging over me made me want to go hide in a closet. I certainly wasn’t ready to talk about it right at that moment and Elle, not feeling well, didn’t either. She said she was going to lie down and I went back to doing chores at home. I didn’t feel all that well either.
To be continued...
Friday, May 08, 2009
MANIC MAY... and it was (Part 44c)
Elle was finished on the last day of classes at her college which was the same as for me. She and Barbara Ann didn’t have to take final exams but had to return to campus to meet with their faculty advisor to review the reports from their mentor teachers and the principals of each school. I’d told them both that I’d drive them back that Saturday. But, that Friday, my last day of classes, I went to the room where Professor W’s class was held only to find that the door was locked. What I (and all the others taking the class) found was a sheet of paper taped to the door. There were a few of the guys trying to read it so I waited. When I finally got close enough to see it I couldn’t believe my eyes. What the goofy old codger had done was to put all of our grades on it. He had four columns with ”points“ in each. The first was the grade from the mid term exam, doubled. Next was the sum of the points we’d garnered on the daily quizzes. The third was the grade for our term project, again, doubled. The fourth was blank, awaiting our grade for the final exam. First of all, I was incensed that my grades were out there for everyone else to see. It took a few seconds to realize that he’d given me a grade of zero for my term project in spite of the fact that my advisor had told me that he ”would take care of it“.
Based upon the formula that he had posted at the top of that grade sheet there was no way for me to pass the course, even if I got a perfect score on the final. I took off on a dead run, headed for my advisor’s office. It was locked. I knew where he lived so I headed there only to be met by his wife at the door. I was told that he wasn’t there and that he wouldn’t be back until Monday. I was like a wild man. I said some things I know I shouldn’t have said but I was in a panic. If there had been one thing that I’d put an honest effort into during the whole semester it was on that project. I was really proud of it and seeing that I’d been given no credit for it made no sense at all.
I hadn’t done any drinking, to speak of, the whole semester. I made up for it that night. I have no idea how I got back to the fraternity but it was close to noon when I woke up. I felt like hell. There were any number of messages from Elle waiting for me when I made it downstairs. I called her and told her I wasn’t feeling well (the truth!) but that I’d get there around 2pm. My head hurt so bad that I didn’t give any thought to Professor W (at least that I can remember) which helped my demeanor when I arrived at Miss Bea’s. I wasn’t prepared for what was awaiting me.
Normally, there weren’t any cars at Miss Bea’s. As I drove up there were three. Miss Bea decided to throw a going away luncheon for Elle and Barbara Ann and had invited both of their proctor teachers as well as Brad, Barbara Ann’s fiance. Miss Bea knew I was to take the girls back to their campus around mid day so never bothered top tell me about the party. So, I was late. But, feeling the way I did, the party was a bit of an annoyance. Brad had a major paper due that Monday so he wasn’t taking Barbara Ann. When the party was breaking up I loaded the girls belongings into the car. After some tears and promises to ”keep in touch“ we were on our way.
Thankfully, the girls talked mostly to each other. Since I had to use back roads it took well over an hour to reach their campus. I dropped Barbara Ann off at her sorority first. After I’d carried the last of her stuff into the house she surprised me with a big kiss (on the mouth) and hug. Surprisingly, it was the first time I’d touched her other than a handshake when we met.
Elle and I had worked it out that I would drive her home after my Thursday exam so Elle had packed her things into two groups... one were the things she would be leaving at the sorority for the Summer and the other the things that would be going home with us. When we arrived we found that mealtime had started. I told Elle to go ahead and eat and I’d unload the car. What I really wanted was to get back to the fraternity so I could go back to sleep. The girls in the sorority were really excited to see Elle and kind of overwhelmed her. That worked to my advantage so my leaving wasn’t all that difficult.
My head had pretty much cleared by the time I left. That meant my thoughts turned to Professor W and my term project... not pleasant thoughts. I tried to think of what I could do to turn the situation around. At least I wasn’t in a panic mode like I was on Friday. I remember that I was on the outskirts of town when a wild thought grabbed my attention. If I wasn’t going to get any credit for my project there was no way I could pass the course. If that was so then there was no need to take the exam on Thursday. If I didn’t take the exam on Thursday then I could take Elle home after my Tuesday exam. If I did that then I’d have at least three, maybe four days with Elle. Since I wouldn’t be seeing her during the Summer, it seemed like a perfect plan.
To be continued...
Elle was finished on the last day of classes at her college which was the same as for me. She and Barbara Ann didn’t have to take final exams but had to return to campus to meet with their faculty advisor to review the reports from their mentor teachers and the principals of each school. I’d told them both that I’d drive them back that Saturday. But, that Friday, my last day of classes, I went to the room where Professor W’s class was held only to find that the door was locked. What I (and all the others taking the class) found was a sheet of paper taped to the door. There were a few of the guys trying to read it so I waited. When I finally got close enough to see it I couldn’t believe my eyes. What the goofy old codger had done was to put all of our grades on it. He had four columns with ”points“ in each. The first was the grade from the mid term exam, doubled. Next was the sum of the points we’d garnered on the daily quizzes. The third was the grade for our term project, again, doubled. The fourth was blank, awaiting our grade for the final exam. First of all, I was incensed that my grades were out there for everyone else to see. It took a few seconds to realize that he’d given me a grade of zero for my term project in spite of the fact that my advisor had told me that he ”would take care of it“.
Based upon the formula that he had posted at the top of that grade sheet there was no way for me to pass the course, even if I got a perfect score on the final. I took off on a dead run, headed for my advisor’s office. It was locked. I knew where he lived so I headed there only to be met by his wife at the door. I was told that he wasn’t there and that he wouldn’t be back until Monday. I was like a wild man. I said some things I know I shouldn’t have said but I was in a panic. If there had been one thing that I’d put an honest effort into during the whole semester it was on that project. I was really proud of it and seeing that I’d been given no credit for it made no sense at all.
I hadn’t done any drinking, to speak of, the whole semester. I made up for it that night. I have no idea how I got back to the fraternity but it was close to noon when I woke up. I felt like hell. There were any number of messages from Elle waiting for me when I made it downstairs. I called her and told her I wasn’t feeling well (the truth!) but that I’d get there around 2pm. My head hurt so bad that I didn’t give any thought to Professor W (at least that I can remember) which helped my demeanor when I arrived at Miss Bea’s. I wasn’t prepared for what was awaiting me.
Normally, there weren’t any cars at Miss Bea’s. As I drove up there were three. Miss Bea decided to throw a going away luncheon for Elle and Barbara Ann and had invited both of their proctor teachers as well as Brad, Barbara Ann’s fiance. Miss Bea knew I was to take the girls back to their campus around mid day so never bothered top tell me about the party. So, I was late. But, feeling the way I did, the party was a bit of an annoyance. Brad had a major paper due that Monday so he wasn’t taking Barbara Ann. When the party was breaking up I loaded the girls belongings into the car. After some tears and promises to ”keep in touch“ we were on our way.
Thankfully, the girls talked mostly to each other. Since I had to use back roads it took well over an hour to reach their campus. I dropped Barbara Ann off at her sorority first. After I’d carried the last of her stuff into the house she surprised me with a big kiss (on the mouth) and hug. Surprisingly, it was the first time I’d touched her other than a handshake when we met.
Elle and I had worked it out that I would drive her home after my Thursday exam so Elle had packed her things into two groups... one were the things she would be leaving at the sorority for the Summer and the other the things that would be going home with us. When we arrived we found that mealtime had started. I told Elle to go ahead and eat and I’d unload the car. What I really wanted was to get back to the fraternity so I could go back to sleep. The girls in the sorority were really excited to see Elle and kind of overwhelmed her. That worked to my advantage so my leaving wasn’t all that difficult.
My head had pretty much cleared by the time I left. That meant my thoughts turned to Professor W and my term project... not pleasant thoughts. I tried to think of what I could do to turn the situation around. At least I wasn’t in a panic mode like I was on Friday. I remember that I was on the outskirts of town when a wild thought grabbed my attention. If I wasn’t going to get any credit for my project there was no way I could pass the course. If that was so then there was no need to take the exam on Thursday. If I didn’t take the exam on Thursday then I could take Elle home after my Tuesday exam. If I did that then I’d have at least three, maybe four days with Elle. Since I wouldn’t be seeing her during the Summer, it seemed like a perfect plan.
To be continued...
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
MANIC MAY... and it was (Part44b)
Back at Miss Bea’s we found that Barbara Ann had come home early because she didn’t feel well. She skipped supper and when Elle and I finished washing and drying the dishes Elle told Miss Bea she had to go meet with her mentor teacher. Elle wasn’t a very good liar but she pulled it off like a pro. Because I’d never really identified a place to go and “park” I had no plan. We drove back to the first town that Elle had taught and found a place that really wasn’t all that private so I didn’t get too far when it came to being “up close and personal” with her. Since it was a school night and the fact that she had done none of her next day preparations she wanted to go back to Miss Bea’s when it started to get dark. It had been over two hours since we’d left Miss Bea’s and Elle hadn’t mentioned the need to pee. I didn’t think of it until we approached the state highway department depot that we’d stopped at about a month prior when she’d started to wet herself. On the spur of the moment, and without saying a word, I drove in again. It was dark this time and as I pulled behind the same sand berm that we’d stopped at before I looked over at Elle. She had this big grin on her face.
We both got out of the car and she, hiding behind the open door, pulled her skirt up around her waist. Her white panties stood out in the semi darkness. I placed one hand lightly in her crotch and the other around her waist. It felt so good to kiss her and to rub her panties at the same time. After a few seconds I asked if she had to go, knowing full well what her answer would be. Because she would have to go back to Miss Bea’s she didn’t want to pee standing up and to have it run down her legs so she squatted down. I followed her down and almost before she was settled she started to pee. Feeling the wet warmth of her panties really had me going. Because I still had my pants on, squatting was crushing my penis, but I endured the pain until she was finished. When we stood up I undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees and then slid into the passenger seat. She followed and sat on my knees, straddling me. I was afraid that my “lack of activity” might cause me to come early and, as much as I wanted her to slide up to my groin in her wet panties, I pulled her leg elastic aside and looked for her “button”. It only took a few seconds. I did have a “rubber” and managed to get it on without a problem.
It wasn’t as good as when we did it “au natural” but it was certainly a good experience for both of us. The “rubber’ helped me last longer so she got more pleasure than usual. When it was over she just stayed there with her head resting on my shoulder. I have no idea how long we stayed that way. When we put ourselves back together she stayed snuggled up to me for quite a while. It was almost 11pm when we got back to the house. Miss Bea had gone to bed so at least I didn’t have to lie to her as to where we were for so long. Elle had left her wet panties on with a pair of the heavy cotton ones over them. As I took my ”good night hug“ I slid my hands up under her skirt and squeezed her bottom, feeling just a bit of dampness. It was enough to get a bit of a bulge started. I would loved to have been able to stay with her that night as she was in a very loving mood. But reality took over and I, reluctantly, headed back to campus.
When I had left North Carolina after my Spring break and working with the horses, my boss, AJ, had indicated that he would be shipping the stable to the local racetrack in the middle of May. Once the month of May came I couldn’t wait until they arrived. It was about the time I was expecting word that they had arrived that I got a letter from Mrs AJ. It was to tell me that there had been a change of plans and that AJ had shipped the horses to a track in Delaware until around Memorial day. It was not something that made me very happy. In truth, I had spent every dollar that I expected to make over that two week period. It would’ve paid off the fraternity, Mr B and the few odd debts that had encumbered. Instead of $140 all I would be making was $40. I had no idea where I’d come up with the other $100.
The schedule for final exams came out about 10 days before they were to start. Because Memorial day fell during that week it made the schedule a little longer than normal. Mine called for Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Monday, Tuesday. On one hand it was a real pain for it to extend that long. On the other, it meant that I’d have time to cram for each one individually. I dreaded the Thursday one because it was the Psychology one with Professor W.
To be continued...
Back at Miss Bea’s we found that Barbara Ann had come home early because she didn’t feel well. She skipped supper and when Elle and I finished washing and drying the dishes Elle told Miss Bea she had to go meet with her mentor teacher. Elle wasn’t a very good liar but she pulled it off like a pro. Because I’d never really identified a place to go and “park” I had no plan. We drove back to the first town that Elle had taught and found a place that really wasn’t all that private so I didn’t get too far when it came to being “up close and personal” with her. Since it was a school night and the fact that she had done none of her next day preparations she wanted to go back to Miss Bea’s when it started to get dark. It had been over two hours since we’d left Miss Bea’s and Elle hadn’t mentioned the need to pee. I didn’t think of it until we approached the state highway department depot that we’d stopped at about a month prior when she’d started to wet herself. On the spur of the moment, and without saying a word, I drove in again. It was dark this time and as I pulled behind the same sand berm that we’d stopped at before I looked over at Elle. She had this big grin on her face.
We both got out of the car and she, hiding behind the open door, pulled her skirt up around her waist. Her white panties stood out in the semi darkness. I placed one hand lightly in her crotch and the other around her waist. It felt so good to kiss her and to rub her panties at the same time. After a few seconds I asked if she had to go, knowing full well what her answer would be. Because she would have to go back to Miss Bea’s she didn’t want to pee standing up and to have it run down her legs so she squatted down. I followed her down and almost before she was settled she started to pee. Feeling the wet warmth of her panties really had me going. Because I still had my pants on, squatting was crushing my penis, but I endured the pain until she was finished. When we stood up I undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees and then slid into the passenger seat. She followed and sat on my knees, straddling me. I was afraid that my “lack of activity” might cause me to come early and, as much as I wanted her to slide up to my groin in her wet panties, I pulled her leg elastic aside and looked for her “button”. It only took a few seconds. I did have a “rubber” and managed to get it on without a problem.
It wasn’t as good as when we did it “au natural” but it was certainly a good experience for both of us. The “rubber’ helped me last longer so she got more pleasure than usual. When it was over she just stayed there with her head resting on my shoulder. I have no idea how long we stayed that way. When we put ourselves back together she stayed snuggled up to me for quite a while. It was almost 11pm when we got back to the house. Miss Bea had gone to bed so at least I didn’t have to lie to her as to where we were for so long. Elle had left her wet panties on with a pair of the heavy cotton ones over them. As I took my ”good night hug“ I slid my hands up under her skirt and squeezed her bottom, feeling just a bit of dampness. It was enough to get a bit of a bulge started. I would loved to have been able to stay with her that night as she was in a very loving mood. But reality took over and I, reluctantly, headed back to campus.
When I had left North Carolina after my Spring break and working with the horses, my boss, AJ, had indicated that he would be shipping the stable to the local racetrack in the middle of May. Once the month of May came I couldn’t wait until they arrived. It was about the time I was expecting word that they had arrived that I got a letter from Mrs AJ. It was to tell me that there had been a change of plans and that AJ had shipped the horses to a track in Delaware until around Memorial day. It was not something that made me very happy. In truth, I had spent every dollar that I expected to make over that two week period. It would’ve paid off the fraternity, Mr B and the few odd debts that had encumbered. Instead of $140 all I would be making was $40. I had no idea where I’d come up with the other $100.
The schedule for final exams came out about 10 days before they were to start. Because Memorial day fell during that week it made the schedule a little longer than normal. Mine called for Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Monday, Tuesday. On one hand it was a real pain for it to extend that long. On the other, it meant that I’d have time to cram for each one individually. I dreaded the Thursday one because it was the Psychology one with Professor W.
To be continued...
Sunday, May 03, 2009
MANIC MAY... and it was (Part44a)
When Miss Bea returned she found us asleep in the back yard. She thought it was pretty funny. She woke us up to ask us if we wanted to go to the movies, on her, that night. She was a huge Paul Newman fan and The Long Hot Summer was playing. The girls were also turned on by Newman so, if I wanted to be with Elle that night, I had to go along. I didn’t really mind as long as I didn’t have to pay for it. Missing was Brad. Even though Barbara Ann hadn’t heard from him she was hot to go to the movies anyway. I have to admit that it was a pretty good movie as Joanne Woodward did look pretty good to me back then.
I didn’t get to spend much time with Elle (alone) before I headed back to the fraternity. I know that her period came the next day, much to my great relief. I have no memory of the rest of that week as far as Elle was concerned. I had enough to handle of my own. With the end of the month coming up I was still delinquent in my room and board payments to the fraternity. I do remember pleading with some of the guys who worked full time at the student co-op to let me work in their stead and getting some additional work. I ended up borrowing money from Mr B at the clothing store to get paid up in time. It was a precursor for the whole month of May.
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NOTE: Up to now I’ve tried to write most of this using a “time line”. However, May became somewhat frantic for me. With Elle and I seeing each other three to four times a week there was no need to write. A lot of what I’ve written has been guided by reading her old letters to me (Yes, I still have them). So what I’m going to do for the next few posts is to write about some of the things that I remember happening but they might not be in the sequence that they took place.
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One of the most pressing items for me was my situation with Professor W and the psychology course I was taking. As I’ve previously written, he had rejected my term project but, on the advice of my faculty advisor, I had continued to work on it. I had managed to avoid confrontation with Professor W, more because, as the weeks progressed, his behavior regressed. He had set up progress meetings with other members of the class and then not shown up. He couldn’t remember the names of the guys in class so he set up a seating chart. But we would change seats each time we had class with him. He never knew. I’d mentioned that he would give a quiz each class. That was how he would take attendance. But, once the papers were handed in two or three of the guys would slip out the door when he wasn’t looking. That was fairly easy to do. He considered himself to be a lecturer and he would walk around the room as he did. He would often stop in front of a window and, even in mid sentence, would stop and stare out at the landscape. Sometimes he would be there for a few minutes at a time. He was the laughing stock of the campus but the administration did nothing about it. My advisor was in sympathy with me but he, also, did nothing. I felt somewhat helpless.
There was a lot of dissatisfaction at the fraternity over it’s campus status. Some of the Freshman pledges were threatening not to formally join when they returned in the Fall. With social probation already in force and the threat of academic probation hanging over our heads there wasn’t much to offer. From an economic standpoint that was certainly not good. I was trying to plead my case to become the full time house manager for the following year. There was a faction that was arguing against that happening citing the fact that I had only actually, physically, lived in the house for less than a semester. They also brought up the fact that even though I slept in the house most nights that I was seldom present. To combat that criticism I cut back on my mid week visits to see Elle.
I also managed to get a full time position at the co-op. Full time is a misnomer. It amounted to 16 to 20 hours a week. At $1.00 an hour it didn’t go very far but at least it was something. If there was anything good about it all it was that I was actually getting some studying done when business was slow. That was not to say that I didn’t get to see Elle. I did, but not as much.
One of the more memorable weekday trips did involve Barbara Ann. I’d decided to go down to see her one day probably about mid month. We’d talked on the phone and I was to pick her up at her school at the regular place and regular time. At 3:30pm I was there... but Elle wasn’t. In all the times I’d gone to pick her up there she’d never been late. I waited for awhile and then thought that maybe she’d gotten a ride so headed for Miss Bea’s. I’d been there so often that I didn’t ever bother to knock. I walked into the kitchen and didn’t see any signs that anyone had come home yet. But, I took a chance and went upstairs hoping to find and surprise Elle. She wasn’t in her room. As I turned to walk out I saw bare feet at the end of a bed in Barbara Ann’s room. I went up to the door and peeked in. Barbara Ann was lying on her side facing away from the door... wearing only a blouse and panties. The view was my favorite... her nice rounded butt cheeks filling out her panties and a nice big crotch line to finish it off. Oh for a camera!
Again, not knowing where Elle was I didn’t want to get caught by her in a compromising position as far as Barbara Ann was concerned, Reluctantly, I went back downstairs. Concerned as to just where Elle was I headed back to the school. She was ready and waiting for me as I pulled up. It turned out that, due to an emergency, she had to take “bus duty”. I was relieved to see her and, having not seen all that much of her alone for a couple of weeks, asked if we couldn’t find an excuse to leave Miss Bea’s after supper. I didn’t expect that she would be receptive without some “selling” on my part and when she immediately said “yes” it was the best news I’d had all month.
To be continued...
When Miss Bea returned she found us asleep in the back yard. She thought it was pretty funny. She woke us up to ask us if we wanted to go to the movies, on her, that night. She was a huge Paul Newman fan and The Long Hot Summer was playing. The girls were also turned on by Newman so, if I wanted to be with Elle that night, I had to go along. I didn’t really mind as long as I didn’t have to pay for it. Missing was Brad. Even though Barbara Ann hadn’t heard from him she was hot to go to the movies anyway. I have to admit that it was a pretty good movie as Joanne Woodward did look pretty good to me back then.
I didn’t get to spend much time with Elle (alone) before I headed back to the fraternity. I know that her period came the next day, much to my great relief. I have no memory of the rest of that week as far as Elle was concerned. I had enough to handle of my own. With the end of the month coming up I was still delinquent in my room and board payments to the fraternity. I do remember pleading with some of the guys who worked full time at the student co-op to let me work in their stead and getting some additional work. I ended up borrowing money from Mr B at the clothing store to get paid up in time. It was a precursor for the whole month of May.
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NOTE: Up to now I’ve tried to write most of this using a “time line”. However, May became somewhat frantic for me. With Elle and I seeing each other three to four times a week there was no need to write. A lot of what I’ve written has been guided by reading her old letters to me (Yes, I still have them). So what I’m going to do for the next few posts is to write about some of the things that I remember happening but they might not be in the sequence that they took place.
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One of the most pressing items for me was my situation with Professor W and the psychology course I was taking. As I’ve previously written, he had rejected my term project but, on the advice of my faculty advisor, I had continued to work on it. I had managed to avoid confrontation with Professor W, more because, as the weeks progressed, his behavior regressed. He had set up progress meetings with other members of the class and then not shown up. He couldn’t remember the names of the guys in class so he set up a seating chart. But we would change seats each time we had class with him. He never knew. I’d mentioned that he would give a quiz each class. That was how he would take attendance. But, once the papers were handed in two or three of the guys would slip out the door when he wasn’t looking. That was fairly easy to do. He considered himself to be a lecturer and he would walk around the room as he did. He would often stop in front of a window and, even in mid sentence, would stop and stare out at the landscape. Sometimes he would be there for a few minutes at a time. He was the laughing stock of the campus but the administration did nothing about it. My advisor was in sympathy with me but he, also, did nothing. I felt somewhat helpless.
There was a lot of dissatisfaction at the fraternity over it’s campus status. Some of the Freshman pledges were threatening not to formally join when they returned in the Fall. With social probation already in force and the threat of academic probation hanging over our heads there wasn’t much to offer. From an economic standpoint that was certainly not good. I was trying to plead my case to become the full time house manager for the following year. There was a faction that was arguing against that happening citing the fact that I had only actually, physically, lived in the house for less than a semester. They also brought up the fact that even though I slept in the house most nights that I was seldom present. To combat that criticism I cut back on my mid week visits to see Elle.
I also managed to get a full time position at the co-op. Full time is a misnomer. It amounted to 16 to 20 hours a week. At $1.00 an hour it didn’t go very far but at least it was something. If there was anything good about it all it was that I was actually getting some studying done when business was slow. That was not to say that I didn’t get to see Elle. I did, but not as much.
One of the more memorable weekday trips did involve Barbara Ann. I’d decided to go down to see her one day probably about mid month. We’d talked on the phone and I was to pick her up at her school at the regular place and regular time. At 3:30pm I was there... but Elle wasn’t. In all the times I’d gone to pick her up there she’d never been late. I waited for awhile and then thought that maybe she’d gotten a ride so headed for Miss Bea’s. I’d been there so often that I didn’t ever bother to knock. I walked into the kitchen and didn’t see any signs that anyone had come home yet. But, I took a chance and went upstairs hoping to find and surprise Elle. She wasn’t in her room. As I turned to walk out I saw bare feet at the end of a bed in Barbara Ann’s room. I went up to the door and peeked in. Barbara Ann was lying on her side facing away from the door... wearing only a blouse and panties. The view was my favorite... her nice rounded butt cheeks filling out her panties and a nice big crotch line to finish it off. Oh for a camera!
Again, not knowing where Elle was I didn’t want to get caught by her in a compromising position as far as Barbara Ann was concerned, Reluctantly, I went back downstairs. Concerned as to just where Elle was I headed back to the school. She was ready and waiting for me as I pulled up. It turned out that, due to an emergency, she had to take “bus duty”. I was relieved to see her and, having not seen all that much of her alone for a couple of weeks, asked if we couldn’t find an excuse to leave Miss Bea’s after supper. I didn’t expect that she would be receptive without some “selling” on my part and when she immediately said “yes” it was the best news I’d had all month.
To be continued...
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