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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...

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

My parents were hosting a Christmas eve party for people from our church and my mother had made a special request that I attend. In thinking about it later I’m sure she was using her ”intervention“ from the day before as leverage. In any case I said I’d be there. To somewhat ease the ”pain“ she did suggest that I invite Elle. As far as I knew there wasn’t going to be anyone our age there and initially thought that she would be bored. I knew I would be. Since there was going to be food for the guests my mother decided that I could wait so I didn’t have supper, per se. While taking a shower I decided that maybe I would invite Elle and as soon as I was dressed ran over to her house.

They had just finished dinner and there was one piece of pie on the kitchen table. I guess the look in my eyes told Elle’s mother that I was hungry because she handed me a fork and the pie plate. Elle was upstairs for some reason and didn’t know I was there. When she walked in she was surprised. I remember that she was wearing jeans. When we were alone I asked if she wanted to come over and help me at my parents party. At first she wasn’t sure but after I took a chance that her mother wasn’t close by and gave her a big kiss and hug she relented. She asked what she should wear and I remember saying ”nylon“ and I also remember her giving me one of her sly smiles back.

As I expected, the party was brutally boring for both of us. We didn’t get to talk much as it seemed like I was always getting more food or getting someone a drink. When it came time to to get ready to go to church Elle surprised me by asking if she could go with me. The reason for the surprise is that other than being baptized, Elle had never attended church. Her mother was raised Catholic but somewhere in her past she had a falling out with religion. Of course I said yes and was happy that she wanted to go.

My father was an official in our little church so we had to be there a bit early. Christmas eve was always the most attended service of the year so being there early was a good thing. I knew that after the sermon that I’d be asked to take an offering plate and pass it from pew to pew so I took the seat on the center aisle. The whole service usually took just over an hour and the offering was one of the last things to take place. When I was walking back to my seat I noticed that Elle wasn’t there. I immediately knew why.

Our church was the oldest in our town. It had been built in the early 1800’s. In the early 1900’s it was felt that they needed more space so they raised the church up and then hand dug the ground out under it to make a meeting room. They had no water in the building and when someone needed the ”facilities“, they had to make do with an outhouse. Sometime in the late 20’s, they ”modernized“ by adding water and plumbing. The problem they found was that since they were located so close to a creek that when they went to build the cesspool for the wastewater it wouldn’t ”perk“ (drain). So, use of the toilet was severely limited and, when the church was filled, like on that Christmas eve, the toilet would back up. When Elle went downstairs to use it she found it overflowing and unusable. Because she’d come over to my house not expecting to be in a position where she wouldn’t have the availability of a toilet she wasn’t wearing a ”package“ and had on just a pair of nylon panties (at my request). Upon finding that she couldn’t use the toilet she panicked, making her need even worse. When she felt herself leaking she ran up the back stairs and outside where she pulled up the hem of her skirt and squatted right by the door. When she hadn’t returned to her seat by the end of the service I quickly ran downstairs to find her waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I could tell by the look on her face what had happened but she wasn’t able to tell me the details until we were on our way home. I had the feeling that she wouldn’t be receptive for a ”visit“ so just kept my mouth shut and hands to myself.

I still had her Christmas present in the back seat of my car when we pulled into my driveway. I had planned on waiting until Christmas morning to give it to her but seeing that she was ”down”, reached over the seat and gave it to her. She wasn’t expecting it and it did the trick in turning her mood around. Our driveway had a streetlight that had always annoyed me. I resented the intrusion of the light because it prevented me from making out with Elle. But, on this night, I was glad it was there because Elle could actually see what I’d given her. As soon as she opened the box I knew I’d hit a “home run”. After she took the slacks out of the box and held them up to the light, she turned to me and gave me a big kiss and a rather arkward hug. I slid over and reciprocated and my left hand just happened to find her damp crotch. We stayed that way until I saw headlights coming down the road. We slid apart and waited until the car pulled into the driveway. It was my parents and brother. After we all got out and wished each other a Merry Christmas I walked Elle home. We were both cold so it didn’t take long for our good night kiss. As Elle went inside she promised to wear her present the next day. That made me happy.

On Christmas morning, after my family and I opened our presents I ran over to Elle’s to see what she’d gotten. True to her word she was wearing the trousers. I was smiling to myself as I’d been unsure what size to buy and I could see they fit perfectly. I say “perfectly” as they were tight enough to show a VPL (visable panty line). I especially enjoyed the “view” as she had to continually bend over to reach under the tree to pull out her presents to show me.

I couldn’t stay all that long as I had to go to my grandparents house for our traditional family Christmas dinner. When my brother and I had been younger it was a treat to go there at Christmas but now it was a chore. All I wanted to do was eat and leave so I could be with Elle. I knew I wouldn’t see much of her over the next few days as Nancy, one of her college roommates, was coming the next day to spend the night. Then she was going to Nancy’s house the next day. It would be Friday until I’d see her alone again.

By the time I was “excused“ it was dark out. I knew we wouldn’t be able to leave her house unless we had some place to go and the only logical place was my house. I didn’t want to do that with my brother around so accepted the fact that we’d have to wait until her parents went to bed. It was a long wait.

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DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 30g)

Like most teens, I’d had my disagreements with my parents. But I have to say that what my mother did next absolutely blew me (and Elle) away. After going back upstairs and getting dressed she walked the two of us over to Elle’s house. Elle’s mother was busy making pies and when my mother walked in I’m sure it surprised her. What surprised all of us was that she didn’t even know that Elle wasn’t upstairs asleep.

What had happened was that Elle’s mother had misplaced her keys one day and had taken the "hidden" door key to get in and then put it in her coat pocket. She never placed it back in it’s hiding place. That information and my mother doing all the talking defused the potential for ”disaster“. So much so that the previous night’s ”situation“ wasn’t an issue. I know I was relieved as I had visualized where Elle would be ”grounded“ and I’d be forbidden to see her. As for Elle, I know she didn’t believe it...(she told me so, later that day). As my mother and I walked back to our house I knew I owed my Mother, big time.

The Postmaster had agreed to open the office up to the carriers to come in for four hours that Sunday afternoon to pre-sort the mail for the next day’s delivery. The idea was to have the mail completely delivered as early as possible on Christmas eve. I liked that idea as well as the fact that I would get paid overtime. And pay was a problem for me. When I had signed up to do this I didn’t realize that I wouldn’t see my paycheck until after I got back to school. I had no money for Christmas presents. I decided to go in early and to stop and see my Grandfather to ask if I could borrow some money. As usual, the answer was “yes“. Even though Christmas was only two days away, Sunday blue laws were still in effect so I was only going to have a short time Christmas eve to get my shopping done. But at least I had the money to do it.

We had fun at work as some of the men brought in Christmas cookies and candy. Time just flew by and most of them would’ve stayed longer but the Postmaster chased us all out. I’m sure everyone was shocked to see that it was snowing when we got outside. When we arrived there the sun had been shining. I remember ”Griz” saying that if it didn’t stop soon that the next day would be a long one in spite of the head start we’d just gotten.

Elle and I had pretty much decided to “cool it” for that night. We both felt that we’d been very lucky with how the situation the previous night had worked out. When I told my parents I was staying home I remember my mother asking if I felt OK.

When I left the house the next morning there was about 5 or 6 inches of snow. It was still dark out and I remember the car not wanting to stop when I hit the brakes. I was reminded of the last words “Griz” had spoken the night before as I walked through the snow and into the building. There was still some mail to sort in spite of the work we’d done the day before but we were out on the route around 8am. It didn’t take long to see what “Griz” had been talking about. Because we’d started so early It took a lot of effort to walk through the snow and slush as few homeowners had gone out to shovel it. I was puffing after only an hour. We were also slowed by the fact that a lot of people had gifts for “Griz” and we had to stop and chat. Originally, we had the idea that we wouldn’t stop for lunch but, by the time we reached the storage mailbox to pick up the last of our mail we were both wet and cold so we decided to eat. As we got warm by eating a bowl of soup, “Griz” projected that we’d be through by around 4pm. I felt that would still give me enough time to do my shopping. As had been the case for the last few days, “Griz” sent me on ahead to deliver to the last house. I hadn’t minded even though it was a bit of a hike because of the “reward” that I’d gotten by seeing the panties hanging on the line behind the house. With the weather as it was I certainly wasn’t expecting to see any on this day so wasn’t disappointed when I made the turn at the back of the house. When I was placing the mail into the box on the porch, the door opened. In a way it was like a Christmas present because I got to see, face to face, the lady who’s panties I’d been coveting the past few days. What I remember most about it was that the woman was fairly young (maybe early 30’s) and had a cute smile. It was certainly one to fantasize about and having a name (from the mail) made it even better.

“Griz” was “right on the money“ as far as the time it would take to finish up. Mrs. ”Griz“ was there to pick us up which saved a lot more time. It was only a few minute walk from the Post office to the downtown area where the shops were located. I pretty much knew what I wanted for Elle and my mother so started at the ladies clothing store. Elle had complained about having but one pair of wool slacks and I’d picked up on that. I’d made a preliminary trip to the store and seen a pair of camel colored ones. I’d tried to find out what size she wore but couldn’t so had to guess. I was getting a full slip for my mother (as my father had suggested) but when I was in the lingerie department I took a quick look at the panties. There were a few nylon ones with lace that caught my eye but I needed to have some money for a present for my brother. Believe me, I was tempted but knew if I didn’t have something for my brother, my mother would have had a fit. What she’d done for me (and Elle) the day before was still fresh in my mind and I certainly didn't want to do anything to upset her.

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DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 30f)

Realistically, we both knew we should go home. Naturally, Elle was reluctant because of the way she’d left her house earlier. We were still within the curfew, not that it mattered due to the situation with her mother, and in my minds eye, at least she could fall back on that. Reluctantly, she agreed. We parked in my driveway as the one thing we didn’t want to do was to wake her parents. That, along with being on time for dinner, was another one of her mother’s quirks... don’t wake her (or her father) up when coming in at night. Elle carried her wet skirt and slip and I held her other hand as we walked over to the house. She really didn’t want to go in, not that her mother would be waiting or anything like that, but for the fact that she’d have to face her in the morning. I remember telling her that she just had to do it and that everything would work out. I gave her a big hug and kiss and watched as she reached for where the key was always hidden... only it wasn’t there.

At first I thought she might’ve knocked it to the ground so I started feeling around for it. The area was part of a small flower bed that lay between the driveway and the house. After a few seconds Elle joined me. It was dark with no artificial light at all. I’m guessing but I’d say that after about five minutes of futile effort I told her I’d run back and get a flashlight from my car. She was now getting cold as she still had on the damp panties and her coat only went down to just below her knees. I ran all the way but when I returned we still couldn’t find the key. I asked her if she’d seen the key since she’d been home and she said she hadn’t. She said it was always in the same hiding place.

If it had been me I would’ve knocked on the door. Already in bad with her parents and facing some kind of discipline, it seemed to me to be the only option she had. But she had another idea... and I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard it. She asked if she could stay at my house for the night.

I don’t remember my immediate thoughts at the time but after a short time I thought it was a great idea. Who wouldn’t want to brag that their girlfriend slept at their house? :-) Of course that was the fuzzy logic of a teenager in control. Once I agreed we both ran back to my house. As I unlocked the door and we stepped inside I told her to use the downstairs bathroom to get cleaned up. I knew I’d have to come up with something for her to sleep on that would hold any pee if she wet while asleep since she wouldn’t have her usual ”package“ and plastic panties. I knew my mother kept all the Summer towels in the closet under the stairs so I retrieved a couple to put under Elle when I got her upstairs and into the room where she’d sleep.

There were two empty bedrooms. One was ”reserved“ for my Grandparents when they came to visit, which wasn’t all that often. But I never gave that room a thought. The other was called the ”guest“ room. It had always made me mad that I wasn’t allowed to use it as mine, at least during the Fall, Winter and Spring, when we seldom had visitors. It was right at the head of the stairs so when we both came up I made sure that I stepped on each step at the same time as Elle did so as not to give any indication that it was more than just me coming upstairs. I didn’t turn on any lights in the room and just used the dim light from the hallway to turn down the covers and to spread the towels. I told her that if she did get up to use the toilet, NOT to flush, as the bathroom was right next to my parents room and that neither my brother or I ever got up during the night. She was going to have to sleep in just her blouse so I pulled the bedspread off the other bed to help keep her warm. I kissed her and disappeared into my room.

As I lay there in bed I began to rethink what we’d just done. Now it was going to be the two of us that were in trouble and I was going to have a lot of explaining to do. But it was too late to undo what had already been done. When I focused on the fact that Elle basically had no clothes except her blouse, panties and coat I went into a mini panic. I knew my mother would have a major fit about that. Then it came to me that what I should’ve done was to go get my mother as soon as we walked in the door. But it was too late for that as well.

I know I slept a bit but it surely wasn’t much. I was up and dressed by 7am. I sat on the top step of the stairwell waiting to hear some sounds from my parents room. By then I figured the best approach was to let my mother know as soon as she got up and just hope that she believed me. But, before she did I saw Elle’s shadow moving about. I’d left the door ajar so that if she did get up during the night that she wouldn’t make any noise opening the door. She peeked her head out and saw me sitting there. As she opened the door she gave me a hand signal indicating she didn’t know what to do. At that point I just plain didn’t know myself.

After a moment or two I decided that it would probably be best if Elle got dressed in a pair of my chinos. I figured that would reduce the chances of my mother thinking the worst. I rolled up the pants legs and passed them in to her and waited for her to come out. We went downstairs and once we got into the kitchen I gave her a big hug. She half heartedly responded and I knew that she was really worried about what was going to happen when she faced her mother. We really hadn’t a chance to discus it when my mother appeared in the doorway. To say she was surprised to see Elle was to put it mildly.

Like my Grandfather used to say, if you tell the truth you have nothing to forget. Right from my first words I told her everything that had happened after we had gotten to Elle’s house. One of the things that was in our favor was the fact that my mother knew her mother quite well and was aware of some of her ”quirks“. The other was that she had an uncanny way of knowing when I was lying or telling the truth. As I remember it she never challenged me on what I told her. I do remember her looking at Elle from time to time trying to ”read“ her expression as I talked. She never interrupted me once. But, when I was through she sort of lectured the both of us, telling us what we should have done. My ”second thoughts“ had been right... we should have gotten her up. But, we hadn’t and now Elle had to go face her mother.

To be continued...

DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 30e)

When I went over to her house after I’d eaten I found Elle waiting for me out by my car with her coat on. She and her mother had a big fight over her being late. Her mother had told her she was “grounded” but Elle just ignored her. In all the years I’d known her I was unaware of any real fight between the two of them and certainly not to the extent of defiance. She was obviously upset. We had tentatively planned to go to the movies but I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t enjoy it. I figured the best thing was to find a place to park and then to wait for her to calm down. We’d both missed seeing the water so drove over to the sailing club parking lot. I don’t remember her saying anything while on the way. Once there I got out and she followed. The nice weather of the day had stayed around and it wasn’t all that cold out. We got down by the waters edge and she just threw her arms around me and started crying. If there was one thing I didn’t like about girls was the fact that they would cry. I had no idea of what to say or do so I just held onto her. I don’t know how long it took for her to regain control but by the time she did we were both getting cold. We were almost to the car when she stopped and spread her legs. I can remember thinking to myself “why now?” In many cases when she had an “accident” I could get some “play time” as a result but in this situation, as dense as I was as to many things concerning the female mind, I knew this wasn’t the time. I stood there, holding her hand, until she indicated she was ready to walk on to the car. I opened the door and reached under the seat for one of the towels I always kept there and let her try to dry herself up a bit. I was about to walk back to the drivers side when she grabbed me and asked me to get in on the passenger side. To say the least, I was puzzled. I got in and before I knew it she was undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants. She made an unsuccessful try to pull them down from my waist and so I lifted my butt up and she then slid them down a ways. Then she climbed in and straddled me. I could feel the warm wetness of her panties seeping through my underpants as my “excitement” grew. She immediately started kissing me and she did I grabbed her hips and drew her as close as I could. All of this took less than a minute. I guess you could say it took my breath away. The change in her was almost instantaneous. In fact, I rarely ever saw her take the initiative and, under the circumstances, would never have expected it.

I managed to free my penis from the prison of my underpants but created a new problem. It had been almost a month since we’d been this “involved“ and the feel of the warm wet nylon was almost too much right from the beginning. I was afraid I would come before I could really enjoy it. I managed to calm her down a bit but before very long she raised herself up and then she reached under herself and pulled one of her panty leg openings aside. One of the quirky things about Elle (other than not getting naked in front of me) was that she never touched my penis. I knew by her actions that she was looking for me to take the ”invitation“... and I did. It took some doing to enter her without coming and after I did I remember holding my breath trying not to. I also remember how wonderful the feeling was to have her soft folds of inner flesh engulf me. Slowly, I was able to accept her slight rise and fall. But the duration wasn’t long enough. I knew when the end was near and I told her ”JUMP“ and tried to lift her off me. But, almost in defiance of the command, she let herself down completely on me. I won’t lie. The sensation when I came was unbelievable. I’d never had that feeling before. We stayed like that for probably ten minutes before she finally rose up off me.

She had me scoot over to behind the steering wheel and then she lay across my lap, like we usually did. Out of habit, I guess, my hand went to right between her legs. There was something new. It was sticky. My ”explosion“ was seeping out and into her panties. I made a feeble attempt to go inside but she rebuffed me. It didn’t take long for us to start to get cold so I started the car to get the heat going. Elle still wasn’t talking so she just snuggled up in my arms. I was smart enough to crack a window open to get some fresh air but once the heat kicked in it helped to put her to sleep. I have no idea how long it before I joined her. It was the flash of lights that woke me. Another car had pulled into the parking lot. It took a few seconds for me to figure out where I was and as I was sorting it all out I realized that the hand that was buried into Elle’s crotch was quite warm... and wet. She had peed in her sleep. I woke her up, thinking that if I did that she’d stop. But it was too late. When she realized what she’d done she got up and onto her knees. Fortunately, she had pulled her coat out from under her when she lay down across my lap. But her dress and slip were soaked, at least on the side where she was laying. Actually, she was more concerned about the car. When I’d first put the plastic seat covers on, I wasn’t all that happy with them. But, as had happened any number of times since, I was relieved that I had. I told her not to worry about the car but that we had to decide what to do about her. I was concerned that her wet skirt would get into her coat so suggested that she take it and her slip off. I dug out another one of my trusty towels from under my seat and placed it under her as she slipped them off. She’d pulled her coat up around her chest so I got a good view of her in her panties, even if it was in just the ambient light. Once off she just balled the skirt and slip up and put them on the floor. Now came the job of deciding just what to do.

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DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 30d)

Elle’s parents had decided that they didn’t want her to get a car ride home and sent her money to take the train. She didn’t want to because it meant losing a day of her vacation. The only train left early in the morning and she had a class that she couldn’t afford to miss so she had to wait until the next day. The trip took up most of the day and she was due to arrive at our town on the 6:40 pm train. By the time I got home and ate it was time to go pick her up. I was so glad to see her. Like I mentioned earlier, I know I got to see her one weekend since the Thanksgiving break but it seemed like forever since I'd seen her. She was equally as glad to see me but was totally worn out from the trip and the fact that hadn’t really had anything substantial to eat all day. Her mother had a meal ready for her and I sat and talked with her while she ate. I guess it was because we were both tired but we never got up from the table when she was finished. I remember her father laughing. He was standing in the doorway from the front room. I had put my head on my arms and fallen asleep. So had Elle. It was sort of embarrassing. Elle’s mother suggested that Elle go to bed and to try and get caught up on her sleep. As much as I wanted to be with her it sure seemed like a good idea to me as well.

Even with the extra few hours of sleep, 5am came much too quickly. I remember lying there in the dark and thinking that maybe the job wasn’t worth it, especially with Elle now home. But I got myself up and on my way. It was colder than it had been the first two days but “Griz” told me it was supposed to be a beautiful, warm day and that made me feel better. As we sorted mail we broke it up into odd and even numbers. I got to deliver the evens and “Griz’ took the odds. He figured that even with the extra volume due to Christmas being only 3 days away we’d be able to get it all delivered before 5pm by doing it that way. I was happy to actually have something to do rather than just be tagging along behind him most of the day. It proved to be a wonderful idea.

We got started just about the time it started to warm up. About an hour into the route I got my first ”present“. It wasn’t Christmas cookies. It was a washline with about a dozen pair of panties hanging on it. It was in the backyard of one of the houses that had made their garage a living unit. My best guess was that they belonged to a mother and two girls based upon the obviously different sizes. I got a real good look going in and out of the yard. It got my hopes up for more... much more. After all, it was Saturday, the traditional wash day and the weather was becoming really nice. By the time we stopped for lunch I’ll bet I’d seen more than 50 pair; all sizes and colors, but mostly white. ”Griz“ had gotten about a half block ahead of me. I knew why... and knew I had to limit my ”peeks“ in the afternoon.

The last half of the route wasn’t as ”productive“ as the first but still made for an interesting afternoon. The best part was that I got to see a couple of ladies taking their clothes off the line so go had a face to go with some of the panties. “Griz” finished his side before me as he’d done in the morning. Like the previous day, he didn’t follow me up to the end of the route. As I approached the house (the one that had the 3 pair of panties on the line the day before) I didn’t see any clothes on the other wash lines and figured that since it was getting late they had been taken down. But, like the day before, there were panties hanging on the same line. They weren’t the same ones as these were two pair of pink nylon and a pair of cotton band leg. I made my turn a little wider so as to get closer than the day before. It was a lot brighter out than the previous day and I recognized the cotton ones as being Carter’s from the waistband elastic. Like the day before, a nice way to end the workday.

As I headed home I was excited to see Elle. Maybe it was from the exhilaration of seeing so many panties in one day but I wasn’t tired at all. My feet hurt but that was my only real complaint. I wasn’t sure what time Elle got off work so I stopped at the drug store to see if she was still there and she was. She called her mother and told her that I’d bring her home but that ended up being a problem. We never got a chance to get a real kiss in or a meaningful hug the night before and we both were looking forward to doing just that. We got in the car and started right in... and more or less kept going. We didn’t do anything “drastic” but we were on our way when reason told us that we better get going. By the time we got to Elle’s house it had been over a half hour since she’d called. Her mother had her dinner on the table and if there was one thing that set her mother off it was being late to eat.

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DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 30c)

There was one other thing that I remember from that three week period. I got a letter from my Grandfather and in it was a letter accepting me to to work as an auxiliary letter carrier for the Post Office. The previous year, when I had to spend the whole holiday at my grandparents house, I had filled out an application at the Post Office. I had completely forgotten about it so was quite surprised and happy to receive it. Based on when we got off from school I would be able to work for 5 days. Even though I was in great need of money I hadn’t put any effort into finding a job while I was home. Elle was planning to work a few full shifts at the drug store prior to Christmas in her mother’s place. Because of the holiday her mother wanted to concentrate on her new pie business. So, from a time standpoint it was going to work for both of us.

To maximize the time I could work I stayed at my grandparents house on the night I got home from school. It had been a horrible trip home. We skidded off the road twice and by the time I climbed into bed it was almost 2 am. I had to be at the Post Office by 6am. By the time I filled out all the paperwork it was time to go out on the route and I was already tired. However, I got VERY lucky! I was assigned to an incredibly nice carrier. He and I got along right from the start. Basically, the only thing I did that first day was to carry the spare bag while I got “the lay of the land”, as he described it. The neighborhood we were in was very much blue collar. Everybody knew “Griz” and, in many cases he (and I) were given cookies as we traveled the route.

What I immediately found interesting was that there were quite a few garages that had been converted to living quarters. “Griz“ told me that when WWII was over many soldiers came home and were either married or got married soon after. With jobs scarce they moved in with their parents and, in some cases, made the garage a place to live. In each of these cases the address for the garage dwelling had an ”A“ added to the street number. At that period in time all mail was delivered to the houses and placed in a box by the front door or slipped through an opening in the door itself. For those ”garage houses“ it meant walking into back yards. Since it was a blue collar area and clothes dryers were relatively new and only owned by the rich, it meant wash was hung out to dry. A dream come true for someone like me.

That first day I followed ”Griz’ like a little puppy, taking in as much as I could. As I remember it I saw maybe 5 or 6 clothes lines that were full and actually got a few “peeks”. I had to be careful so as to not have “Griz” catch me looking. I knew from my paper route days that “wash day” was usually on or near the weekend and I couldn’t wait. By the time we finished up it was almost dark and I, not used to being on my feet for such a long stretch, was really dragging. I remember “Griz” insisting on calling his wife to come and pick us up. I was very thankful.

Elle wasn’t getting home until that night and although I'd told her I’d see her, there was no way. I ate supper and promptly fell asleep in the first chair my butt hit. My mother woke me up when she went to bed. The only thing I remember about that was in telling her to make sure I was up by 5:15am. (I was back living at home and it was a 20 minute trip to the Post Office in my grandfather’s town) When my father rocked me awake I couldn’t believe it was morning already. I ached everywhere but I managed to get up and to work on time. On this day I was allowed to help “Griz” sort mail. There were two “zones” in his route. I had to pack all “zone 2” mail into sacks that would be delivered out to a pick up mail box about 2/3 of the way through our route so we could finish up. I was told to separate that mail into odd and even house numbers. I had no idea why until we got out there. “Griz” had decided to let me actually handle and deliver mail to the houses with even numbers on the last part of the route. I liked the idea of having some actual responsibility. The problem was that on one of the first houses I went up to, the owner came out to get the mail from me and her dog, expecting “Griz”, I guess, took an instant disliking to me and proceeded to bite me. I survived but became very cautious after that. Having real responsibility must have masked the aches and pains because, by the time I saw the end of the route ahead I felt pretty good. The best was saved for last though. The house was set back from the road and in a small grove of trees. “Griz” had told me that the people liked their mail delivered to the back porch and to just cut through the trees to save time. As I made the turn at the back of the house, there, right in front of me on a line between two trees, were three pair of white nylon panties, blowing lightly in the wind. There was nothing else on the line with them. I know I stopped and stared for a few seconds. Oh how I wanted to go right up to them and to find the label... but of course, reason quickly took hold. On my way back to where “Griz” was I made sure I got another close look in the fading light. It helped make up for my very long day.

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DECEMBER... (Part 30b)

I actually waited until I didn’t hear any sounds at all and, after stepping out in the hall to check for lights, before I did my “peeking“. As with every time I’d done this before, my heart was racing. It took two drawers for me to find what I was looking for. I pretty much knew that the chances were fairly slim about finding any really nice panties as they were probably with the daughter at college and I was right. But I did find some nice ones that must’ve been too small and that she’d outgrown. The labels were pretty faded but I remember seeing a couple that read ”Globe“ which was a new one for me. The size, for the ones I could read, was 5 which was the same size as Elle. When I’d looked at the picture all three girls looked about the same size and Joanne and Elle were very close to being ”twins“. I was a little puzzled but still happy to find what I’d seen. I was smart enough to take the hand towel and lay it on the bed under my midsection when I finally climbed into bed. It was needed.

I woke up , still in the dark, to the sound of a tractor. I got up and peeked out the window. The room faced towards the road and I could see the tractor with it’s lights on carrying a bucket load of snow from the driveway entrance. I figured that the road had been plowed and that in so doing it had been blocked. I couldn’t read my watch and had no reason to get up while it was still dark so climbed back into bed. The next thing I knew it was almost daylight out. I got up, washed my face, dressed and went downstairs. The lights were on in the kitchen but no one was there. The smell of fresh coffee, which I loved, filled the room. But coffee was something my ulcer couldn’t handle so I went to the window and peered outside. I could see lights in the milking barn and that explained why no one was around. I knew that Joanne hated working with the cows but had no choice. The T’s had one hired hand but Mrs T. and Joanne were also needed at milking time. As I stood there it dawned on me that, with no one in the house, I could go back upstairs and possibly get a peek at Joanne’s panty drawer. I’m sure I took the steps two at a time. Her room was at the top of the stairs and just to the left. The door was mostly open and I could see her bed as I reached the top step. I’m sure I took a deep breath as I stepped inside. It still wasn’t all that light out and I knew I didn’t dare turn on a light but I was determined to at least get an idea of what panties she wore. She had both a chest of drawers as well as a bureau. The chest was right inside the door and, thinking that if I heard someone downstairs I could close the drawer and step out into the hall as if I was on my way downstairs. It took two drawers to find ”paydirt“. Even with the poor light I knew I was in the right place. As neat as the drawer was that I’d peeked into in the room where I’d slept, this one was a holy mess. Socks, bras, panties and I’m not sure what were all just stuffed in it. It solved one problem... there was no way that anyone would’ve known some stranger had been in it. I pulled a few pair out of the mish mash. The two pair I had in my hand were either nylon or rayon. I found the label in one but there wasn’t enough light to read it. I decided to put one in my pocket and go into the bathroom where I could safely turn on the light and see what it said. I was closing the drawer when I heard voices from downstairs. The sound took my breath away and I almost jumped out into the hallway. I quickly decided to skip the trip to the bathroom and headed down the stairs.

If I’d scripted the scene I saw in front of me as I approached the kitchen it couldn’t have been better. I walked into the room and I saw Joanne wearing just a coat that reached her hips... and her panties... and pulling on a pair of jeans. I immediately remembered that on one of my first trips to the farm I had been by my car and seen her take off her coveralls on the porch and then watched her walk into the house with just her top and panties on. It had taken my breath away. I really didn’t get to appreciate what I stood there looking at as I was so shocked. At the same time Mrs T. was in the process of pulling her skirt down and pressing the wrinkles out of it. Unfortunately, I didn’t see anything but a bit of her upper thigh.

Explanation: Working with cows is a messy, smelly job at best. Mrs T. had a rule that under no conditions were the boots nor the coveralls that were worn in the barn to come in the house. In the Spring, Summer and fall they were left out on the porch. For winter, Mr T. built a temporary structure right in front of the kitchen door so when the ”strip“ took place it wasn’t out in the wind (and snow). Later on it came to me that Joanne didn’t like wearing her good jeans under the smelly coveralls and also didn’t like the idea of ”stripping” out in the cold and then putting on jeans that had been hanging out in the cold either. So, she’d leave her jeans in the house and would put them on, all nice and warm, inside the house. When Mrs T. had to go out there she would just roll her skirt up around her waist when she put her coveralls on and then roll it back down when she took them off. It took me a while to figure it out though.

I know Mrs. T. saw me looking at Joanne as she pulled her jeans up but didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to as I felt truly embarrassed... again. She used my being there as an excuse to mix up a batch of pancake batter for breakfast. I’d gotten used to not eating much in the morning except a glass of milk and a few slices of toast but I didn’t know how to say “no”. By the time I was done I was truly stuffed. Just about that time Mr T. came in to say that the road to town was clear. He’d driven the tractor down past the place that always had bad snow drifts and it was now OK. By then I was hoping I’d be stuck there a little longer so was disappointed with that bit of news.

During breakfast I’d had a good conversation with Joanne and felt that her self confidence was up substantially since I first met her. It’s hard to explain because I truly loved Elle but I did have an “interest” in Joanne. I felt sorry for her because she was so isolated out at the farm with no friends or outside contacts. It was none of my business so I didn’t say anything to her parents about it. I found myself thinking about her a lot during the Christmas break from school.

I had honestly forgotten about the panties in my pocket until later that day after Mrs T. had returned me to town. I had asked her to let me go to Mrs. B’s so I could get her her“real” present but she said she had things to do and that she’d get it the next time she saw me. That was a good sign as it indicated to me that I’d get to see Joanne again in the not too distant future. When I finally got a good look at them I found the label was so washed out that I couldn’t read anything on it. But, when I laid them out on my bed I was surprised at how wide the crotch was between the leg elastics. The crotch wasn’t anywhere near as long from front to back as the ones Carol (my friend Buddy’s girlfriend) wore. They ended up being the first of my “college” stash.

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DECEMBER... (Part 30a)

December at school, for the most part, is lost somewhere in my memory bank. I do know my ulcer improved and I began to gain some weight back and I also remember my grades starting to improve. I’m sure I got over to see Elle at least once but I can recall none of the details. The only thing I remember clearly is running into Mrs T. (she and her husband let me store my car at their farm back in the early Fall) and being invited to dinner the weekend before going home for Christmas. At first I declined but once I got thinking about their daughter, Joanne, I figured, “why not?”. I made the mistake of telling my mother and she insisted that I bring a gift. Nineteen year olds are not very good at that sort of thing so she offered to find something appropriate and to mail it to me. At the same time she sent a gift for Mrs.B., the lady who had been feeding me because of the ulcer.

Mrs T. arranged to pick me up the night of the dinner. I remember that it had snowed all day because John and I had shoveled off the front porch roof of the house where we were living. Because snow was something that the people who lived in the area were used to it didn’t seem to be a problem for them. I remember when we drove in the yard and. being somewhat amazed at the huge piles of snow. Being on a farm they had a tractor with a bucket loader and instead of just pushing it aside they would end up making piles of snow. Once inside the house the wonderful smell of home cooking permeated the air. Not taking anything away from Mrs. B., but this was special. The dining room table had a table cloth and places were set with silverware. It reminded me of Thanksgiving.

I was glad Joanne was busy in the kitchen when I gave Mrs T. the present. I’d done some embarrassing things in my life up to that time but I truly wanted to disappear after she opened it. I brought the wrong one. I’d brought the one for Mrs. B and it was a peignoir set. (She and my mother were close friends) Not exactly a proper gift for a teen age boy to be giving a lady he hardly knew. If I’d walked out of a sauna I wouldn’t have been any hotter than I was right then and there. I had no place to hide and Mrs T. was almost as embarrassed as me. Somehow I managed to explain before Mr T. came in or Joanne got to see it. It was not a good start to our evening.

Dinner was delicious. Like I said, it was almost like a Thanksgiving dinner only we had chicken... one of their own. I hadn’t told Mrs T. about my ulcer but everything we had to eat was on my allowed diet. I would’ve eaten it anyway, just to be polite. Joanne had been almost as shy as when I first met her in the Fall but she soon warmed up to me. We sat at the table for a while and had a pleasant conversation, mostly Mr. T talking about the plight of the farmer. It’s kind of ironic in thinking back on it now as some things never change. In any case he got up to go move some more snow. I asked if there was something I could do to help and was told “no”. Before he ever got to the door the phone rang. It was one of Mrs. T’s relatives who worked for the county highway department as a dispatcher for the snow plows. He called to say that it’d be a while until they could plow the road that went past their house as all his equipment was being diverted to keep the state highway open. Mrs. T explained to me that when the snow was really bad he’ d usually send a plow down their road an extra time or two but he couldn’t and that he told her not to go out as the drifts were really bad. I sat there listening to that wondering what I was supposed to do. I guess Mrs. T. saw the concern on my face because she almost immediately said there were two extra beds for me what with their other two daughters away at college. My concern quickly changed to a hidden glee as I realized that I’d get to peek in at least one of their dressers. There was a family picture portrait in the hall and I’d noticed it in past visits. All three of the girls were pretty so it didn’t really matter which room I got. From that point on I almost couldn’t wait to go to bed.

I figured I better call the fraternity and leave a message for my roommate. The phone was in the hall and that gave me another opportunity to look at the picture. While I was calling Joanne decided to go upstairs. My eyes followed her up the stairs and even though the lighting wasn’t the greatest I did get a peek at her panties. I wanted to put the phone down right then and there and get upstairs to whichever room it was that I was going to sleep in but I had to wait for someone to pick up the phone back at the house. Our college was known as a “suitcase” college in that on weekends, most guys would take off for one of the co-ed or girls colleges which meant there weren’t many people around. By the time I left the message Mrs. T was ready to show me which room I’d be in. She gave me the room right by the bathroom so if I needed it during the night I wouldn’t have a problem. It turned out to be a good choice for two reasons, one of which I hadn’t given any thought to. The bathroom door was closed when we got there. Mrs. T left me with a towel and washcloth and headed back down the hall to her room which was right by the top of the stairs. I decided to just stand just inside the door and wait for whoever it was that was in the bathroom. I only waited for a few seconds when Joanne walked out... with just a towel across her front. I don’t think she saw me but I sure saw her and her nice round butt cheeks. I would’ve liked it even more if she’d had on panties but it was still a thrill.

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FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29f)

Although Elle and I had no specific plans for Saturday, I had wanted to get to see her as early as possible. However, my grandfather had plans for me. A couple of men in his town had seen the success he’d had with his racehorses and decided to get into the sport themselves. One owned some undeveloped property across the river and had built his own horse training facility. He’d been after my grandfather to take a look at it and, with my interest in horses, decided that with me available now would be a good time. As we left the house, one of my “wishes” came true in that I got to see the lady whose pale yellow panties had caught my eye early Thanksgiving morning. She was older than I’d hoped but was fairly attractive even to a nineteen year old. Now I had a face to go with the panties.

The horse facilities were quite nice and I could tell that my grandfather was impressed. I was given the opportunity to “jog” one of the horses. I’d not done that since I’d visited my grandparents in North Carolina during my Spring break from school. That’s all it took to get me excited about horses all over again. On our way back to the house my grandfather quickly picked up on it and, more or less, made me commit to visiting with him again in the coming Spring.

Back at the house I could see that the lady next door had hung out some wash and among it were some panties. The only thing was that the washline was on the far side of the house. There was no legitimate reason at all for me to go over into that yard so all I could do was grab a few long distance peeks. What I didn’t know was that the lady was a hairdresser and on Saturdays made house visits and that my grandmother was one of her customers. Right after lunch she asked me to run over next door and to let the lady know she was ready for her. I couldn’t believe it. It was almost too good to be true. Even though I wanted to get on my way to see Elle I was more than willing to run an errand that would provide me with a chance to see panties up close. I’m pretty sure that it was the first time I’d seen “Days of the Week” panties, at least a whole group of them at once. The one thing that I remember clearly was that they were mostly pastel colors. I also remember being caught staring at them from her porch when I was leaving after delivering the message. I hesitated at the top step and then heard her ask if the was anything wrong. Hearing her words I know I blushed beet red and bounded down the stairs, never once looking back.

The news of the suicide traveled quickly and some of the Summer residents had come out to take a look. I have no idea what they thought they would see but they came anyway. Since the only year round homes were those of Elle’s and my families, the people would stop in to supposedly say “hello”. The real reason was to use the bathroom. With no one home at my house they all stopped at Elle’s. Her mother was at work and Elle was left to deal with them by herself... until I got there. It sure didn’t make either of us happy but I was probably more unhappy than Elle as I saw my last hours of being truly alone with her slowly slipping away without much of any amorous satisfaction. We knew the evening was lost as I had to attend a delayed 80th birthday party for my grandfather. All the local relatives were going to be there and the only way I’d be allowed to miss it was if I were dead.

As far as Sunday was concerned I got to see Elle for a short time before she left to go back to school. I had to bring my car back to be stored in our garage until the Christmas break and had about a half hour with her. Unfortunately her mother was in and about the whole time and all we could do was to sneak a mild kiss from time to time. Even though there were some good memories of our time at home all I could think about on my trip back was what might have been.

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FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29e)

Right after Janie went over to talk to the man, Elle, who had been holding my hand, squeezed it. I turned to look at her and she had her eyes closed and teeth clenched. It only lasted for a few seconds. She then whispered that she needed to get home. We started while Janie was still talking to the man but only made a few steps before she again squeezed my hand and stopped. I stopped too. Within seconds I head the sound of puddling liquid. I looked at Elle's face and it was basically expressionless as she was just staring straight ahead. I just stood there, holding her hand. When Janie finally turned and walked back towards us Elle whispered to me not to move. We stayed there until we saw the ambulance leave. After all the cars had left we started, very slowly, back towards Elle’s house. I, again, took notice of the washline. Even though we’d lost a good part of the afternoon I knew there was still at least few hours before Elle’s parents would be home. That in itself excited me. I just assumed that Janie would head on home but she ended up following Elle and I up the walk to the house. I really wanted to yell at her, telling her to go on home, but I didn’t. Once inside Elle excused herself and went upstairs. That made me even madder at Janie. I’d hoped to at least get to rub Elle’s wet panties and maybe even get to see them. After all, I was pretty sure that she’d put on a pair of the heavy cotton for my benefit. After a few minutes I heard the inevitable sound of the toilet flushing and was a bit depressed. Just before Elle came downstairs the phone rang. It was Janie’s grandmother wanting to know the news about the ambulance. Janie took that as a hint to head for home, only it was about 10 minutes too late for me.

After Elle reappeared she got the idea to call her mother to tell her about the “excitement” and to see if she couldn’t find out what had gone on. Elle’s father was a member of the volunteer Fire Department and she had recognized some of the men who’d been at the site. Once she finished with that I hoped we could get into something much more personal. We did make it as far as the daybed/sofa before the phone rang again. Elle answered it and I heard her let out a sort of alarmed cry. (The only phone was in the kitchen and I couldn’t see her from the front room.) I jumped up and ran back to where she was. The look on her face was of pure shock. She wasn’t talking at all, just staring at the floor with her eyes wide open. I remember calling her name and when she didn’t respond, took the phone from her. There was no one on the line. I actaully had to shake her by the shoulders to get her to respond.

The “accident” just down the road was anything but an accident. Barbara’s father had committed suicide by hanging himself in the garage. I was shocked as well but nowhere near as much as Elle. I’d been exposed to death when my one grandmother had died but no one in Elle’s family had died since she’d been born and no one she really knew had either. The fact that she was a friend of Barbara’s and had met her father any number of times was one reason for her taking it so hard. But the real reason for it was in the way he had died... by his own hand in the form of suicide. In hearing that I knew exactly why we’d been chased away from the site earlier in the afternoon.

The only thing that brought her out of her “funk” was that her mother called back again and told her to remind her to take the wash in before it got damp again. When Elle “recruited” me to help I was as happy as I could be. The instructions were to take down and fold anything that was dry and to hang the damp things in the basement. We started with the sheets and then her father's shirts followed by both her mother’s and her blouses. That left just the underwear. Her mother had already sorted it before she hung it up. There was no doubt about which were Elle’s panties. I’d done a quick count in my head about how many there might be and actually came close. I figured on the ones she’d brought home from college and then what she’d worn since then. I knew she washed on Saturday’s at school so it was everything from Sunday through Thursday. I’d guessed a dozen and there were 13. But what I really wanted to know was if she was actually using any of the new ones I’d bought for her during my last trip home. There was no mistaking them as they were still fairly bright white. The Carter's Spanky Pants were a dingy color with a definite yellow tinge in the crotch area. The actual count was 4 of the new Nazareth, 6 of the Carter’s and 3 nylon. I was happy.

All the cotton panties had to be hung in the cellar because they were still a bit damp so I actually got to touch and feel them. There was no doubt about the new ones being much heavier than the Carter’s panties so it surely made sense to me for her to be wearing them at night. It was while we were still in the cellar that I remembered that she’d changed from the wet panties when we’d last come in the house. I wondered where they were. When we got back to the kitchen Elle headed for the downstairs bathroom. As soon as the door closed I headed for the stairs, taking two at a time, in hopes of finding them still in the upstairs bathroom. I got lucky. There, hanging on one of the bathtub faucets were the panties. I quickly picked them up to look at them and I have to admit that I took a sniff as well. Even though the wetness had wicked up a ways, the golden color of the crotch caught my attention. I knew I only had a few seconds and I barely made it back to kitchen before Elle reappeared.

The depressing news really put a damper on us doing anything in an amorous or sexual way. I honestly don’t remember what we did the rest of the afternoon. That night we ended up just sitting around with her parents watching TV and I do remember leaving relatively early. What had started out as such a beautiful and promising day had turned into anything but that.

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FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29d)

She’d told me that she wanted to be home before her mother left for work which was around 12:30pm so we started back. We hadn’t gone very far when she said that her slip had gotten wet and was bothering her. I helped her step out of it and did get a quick peek at her panties and I could see that they were wet above the crotch line. The start of a bulge! When we reached the first jetty we had a bit of a dilemma. If she were to climb over as she’d done going the other way it would mean having to sit on her dress (and good coat) in her wet panties. I jumped up on the jetty and, with some difficulty, managed to pull her up so that we could walk on it up to the bulkhead. When we were younger we walked along the bulkheads in the winter when no one was living in the bungalows thinking we were getting away with something. However, we would never have thought about doing it during the Summer when the cottages were occupied. So, here we were again, doing something we sort of knew we shouldn’t.

We were just about to my house when we heard the noon whistle. Since we thought we had some more time we continued on our path down to what we all called the “Right of Way”. It was the one parcel of land along the water that hadn’t had a bulkhead erected and was left in it’s pristine state. The beach sand ran from the water’s edge up to the road, sprinkled with tufts of beach grass. It was set aside for the homeowners who lived on the non waterfront side so they would have water access. From there we headed to Elle’s house which brought us in from the opposite direction than when we’d left. It allowed me to get a closer look at her washline. I could see a few panties and knew there were more that were being hidden by the sheets on the line closest to the road. I remember wanting to just run over there to count them but I knew I couldn’t, especially with her mother still inside.

The funny thing was that she wasn’t. She’d actually left early to deliver the pies. She left us some of the left over turkey to make sandwiches for lunch AND, some chores for Elle to do that afternoon. In my mind, I had been counting the minutes until she left so that Elle and I could truly be alone. As soon as I realized that we were alone I grabbed Elle and gave her a big hug and kiss. She still had her coat on but I didn’t mind. I didn’t even wait to take it off before I dipped down and ran my hand up under her skirt. Even though it had been almost an hour since she’d peed through her panties the crotch was still damp. She let me rub it but when I tried get my finger inside she pulled away, telling me I had to wait until after we’d eaten. As impatient as I was I knew I could last that long.

But, before she even started to make lunch she said she wanted to get washed up and into clean panties. I remember grabbing her by the shoulders right in front of the stairs and asking if she’d please leave the damp ones on. She gave me one of those “you’re kidding, aren't you?” looks and said that she wouldn’t be able to sit down for lunch if she didn’t. Out of the recesses of my mind came the idea for her to just put on a pair of the new, heavy cotton panties that I’d bought for her. I got another “look” as she ran up the stairs. She was back in no time at all which pretty much told me that I’d gotten my wish. But I also noted that I didn’t hear the sound of the toilet flushing. If you can remember the sitcom All in the Family (Archie Bunker) you’ll probably remember how you always knew when someone used the toilet. Elle’s house was the same way, at least as far as the second floor bathroom was concerned. So, after Elle made up our sandwiches we headed for the front room to eat our lunch. As we were about to sit down I saw a Police car drive by.

I swear I couldn’t remember a Police car on our road... ever. I watched it drive by and then sort of disappear behind a couple of small trees down the road a bit. A few minutes later five more cars went by. In the winter, other than Elle’s family and ours, there were never more than one or two cars go by in a week. We both got up and in this case could see a couple of them stop right in the road. By this time our curiosity was peaking. We grabbed out coats and headed down the road. We got far enough to see the Police car in the driveway of the girl, Barbara, who I’d previously described as being the “most endowed” of any of the kids in our neighborhood. We made our way past a few of the cars when we saw a man walking rapidly towards us waving his arms and telling us to turn around. We did and retreated to the Right of Way. We hadn’t been there for long when we saw Janie, the girl who lived just up the road, heading towards us. She lived with her grandmother who had also seen all the activity and dispatched Janie to find out what was going on. Janie had been a year behind us in school and was now a Freshman at a college not too far away. She and Elle chatted up a storm about their experiences and I just stood there, waiting for something to happen with the Police and all the cars.

It finally did... in the form of an ambulance. There were no sirens or flashing lights. Just the ambulance. It had to be headed for Barbara’s house but, with cars parked in the road (it was only 25 feet wide), it couldn’t get by until they were moved. Finally they were and after the ambulance went past us Janie recognized one the men who had just moved his car. She went up to him to ask what was going on. When she returned she said she’d been told that there was “an accident”. That wasn’t the only one.

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FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29c)

I had wanted to get to Elle’s house as early as possible on Friday but she had warned me that she had to help her mother until sometime around mid morning. Even though her mother was working at the drug store she had found she could make extra money by baking pies for a new restaurant. As she had to be up around 5am with Elle's father and wasn’t the type person to go back to bed, it made perfect sense to use the time to make money. I arrived somewhere after 10am and when I pulled up in front of the house I saw the clothesline filled up with clothes. My first thought was in wondering just how many pair of Elle’s panties were on the line. As the clothes were hung on the opposite side of the house from the kitchen door I had no excuse to go over there to do an “inspection”. When I walked in I was greeted by the wonderful smell of freshly baked pies. The problem was that there were no samples to try. Elle was in the process of cleaning up all the bowls and utensils when I arrived. I immediately picked up on the fact that Elle was wearing a skirt and I took it to mean that it was for my benefit. I joined in by drying the bowls after she washed them in order to free Elle from her chores as soon as possible.

It was a beautiful day. No clouds and no wind. Even though the temperature was in the 30’s, without the wind it was perfect. One thing we talked about all the time when we were at college was that we truly missed seeing the water. Even before I had a chance to ask Elle what she wanted to do she announced that we were going to go for a walk on the beach. I had no problem with that as I always enjoyed it, especially with Elle.

When we finished up Elle’s mother was in the process of moving some of the finished pies to her car for delivery. Elle grabbed her coat and we headed out the front door so that her mother wouldn’t find something else for her to do. Being that we were only home for a few days we’d only brought the minimum amount of clothes and, in Elle’s case she’d just brought one coat, her good, long, wool one. It was a little formal for beach walking but we she didn’t care. I’d noticed the well drilling rig working in front of my garage when I arrived and when we left Elle’s house it was quiet. I was hoping that they’d finish up that day so I could sleep in my own bed for at least two nights. We stopped to see what was happening and I saw my father there talking with the workers. The newest well was still unacceptable and they were going to try one more. Not what I wanted to hear.

We got out to the beach and then walked out on the dock in front of my house. When we got to the end and looked down we saw almost perfect images of ourselves. There was hardly a ripple on the water, anywhere. Walking towards the East gave us the best walk so we headed in that direction. The tide was low which gave us a lot of firm sand to walk on. The only problem were the jetties (sometimes called groins) that jutted out from the bulkheads of each house out into the water. The tide wasn’t low enough for us to walk around the ends which meant having to climb over them. Elle, with a skirt and long coat had to struggle to do it. She would sit on the top and then sort of flip her legs up and over to the other side, swiveling her butt as she did it. After a few times I realized that I could get a “free show” (peek at her panties) if I positioned myself just right. I was able to get enough of a look to know that she was wearing the nylon ones which pleased me to no end.

We walked as far as we could which actually took us to the East end of the beach in front on the local estate and it's “mansion” (which I’ve described in earlier parts). Up above us, on the lawn of the estate, was a cement gazebo. The stairs from the beach had not yet been removed for the Winter and since we knew no one was there in the house we decided to go on up. We’d done this a number of times in the past and had always enjoyed fantasizing about what it would be like if we lived there. It was no different this time. I don’t remember exactly what we talked about but we’d been sitting in there for more than just a few minutes when Elle gave out a little cry and then jumped up and ran towards the stairs. It only took a few seconds for me to recognize what was happening.

Common sense would have had her just go out to the grass, reach up under her skirt, pull her panties down, squat and pee. But she had this strange quirk that she wasn’t going to be what she called “naked”, even though the rest of her body was fully clothed, in front of any mal, including me. By the time I got to the top of the stairs she was more than halfway back down to the beach and I could see a trail of drips on the steps just behind her. I stopped there at the top and looked down, watching her spread her legs once she got to the bottom. I couldn’t see anything because of the angle I was at and the fact that her skirt and coat created a “tent” around her. She’d finished peeing by the time I reached her. When I walked around to look at her face there were no tears but just a look of resignation. She asked what time it was and when I told her it was almost noon she shook her hard and said that in her hurry to get out of the house she hadn’t used the toilet. It had been over three hours since she’d last gone. I ended up telling her that it was a good thing. It was longer than any time since her procedure and she should be happy. She, unfortunately, didn’t take it that way. I wanted, desperately, to run my hand up under her skirt and to feel her wet crotch but I knew her well enough to know that it wouldn’t make her happy right about then.

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FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29b)

We waited for about 20 minutes or so and I thought I was going to go crazy while waiting. But, what I hadn’t picked up on was that Elle was just as anxious as I was. Elle finally got up to make sure that the lights were out in her parents bedroom and all was quiet. Since their bedroom was just off the kitchen I wondered why it was took so long. When she finally reappeared she walked up right in front of me (I was sitting on the daybed/sofa) and just stood there, straddling my knees. I took it as an invitation and reached forward, sliding my hand up to her crotch of her panties. I was pleasantly surprised to find they were the nylon ones and that they were wet. I started rubbing and was right on her button. The wet nylon offered little resistance and before I really got into it she pulled away. Then she moved over to my right and proceeded to lie down across my lap, the same way we did in my car and at the student union lounge at school. The “invitation” was still there as she raised her left leg up to “open the door”, if you will. All of this took less than a few minutes and my bulge had grown to the point of being uncomfortable. I found what I was looking for and started rubbing once again. It took me a little longer to find her button this time but she seemed to enjoy what I was doing anyway. However, after a few minutes I found myself in great pain. My bulge needed to expand, drastically. Normally I wouldn’t mention something like this with her. She didn’t like to talk about sexual things, leaving them to sort of work out by themselves. But I needed to make an adjustment. After I told her that she had to move she got up on her knees and proceeded to undo my belt, unbutton my chinos and then unzip the fly. I was sort of amazed but then again I did mention that she was almost as anxious as I was. Now, I’ve told you how she wouldn’t get completely naked with me even though we’d had sex numerous times. That wasn’t her only quirk. The other was that she wouldn’t touch my penis with her hand(s). So, that was as far as she would go, leaving me to "adjust" my penis myself. Once I did she proceeded to climb over, straddling me, and then settled down right on top of it. As I was trying to grasp that she was started kissing me passionately. I managed to get my hands on her butt cheeks and snuggled her up to my groin so far that I could feel my penis pressing in against her crotch. It felt sooooo good! Too good! My guess is that from the time she moved over and onto my lap until I came was less than two minutes. Not good!

It didn’t take long for her to realize that but she stayed in the same position anyway. I felt devastated. When she finally moved there was a mess to clean up. As far as Elle was concerned the cum was all over the front of her panties and in her slip. For me it was all around the zipper area of my pants and on my underpants. She took charge and took off her slip and used it to wipe as much of the stuff away as she could. When we’d achieved some semblance of order we settled back to the way we’d started with her lying across my lap. I had my hand buried in her crotch but on the outside. I’m not sure that we both didn’t fall asleep for a short period of time. I do remember her suggesting that I might want to “investigate” inside her panties. I was more than willing! But, once there I found everything to be pretty much dry. I asked for a “squirt” and I knew she was trying but nothing happened. She got up on her knees and had me hold her soiled slip between her thighs, "just in case". I wanted it to be my fingers that were in that position but I did as she asked. In that position it didn’t take long. I removed the slip and slid my fingers up inside the panties and immediately hit her “button”. She let me stay there for a few seconds and then tried to back away. I wouldn’t let her though, continuing to rub as she struggled to move away. Those machinations lasted for maybe 30 second or a little longer but when she stopped fighting me she came forward, again straddling me and pressing her crotch up against me. It felt wonderful because her panties were wet and warm. Then, in what was probably the biggest surprise of the night she reached under her skirt while rising up off my lap and pulled her panties down a bit. Then, while still in that same position she reached down and pulled the leg elastic away from one thigh. It didn’t take much for me to take advantage of that opportunity.

It had been a while since we’d last been together in that way so it took some effort to accomplish what we both clearly wanted. The fact that I’d come a little over and hour before certainly helped me (and her) out. I was so into it that as far as time was concerned I have no idea how long before I whispered loudly in her ear to “JUMP!” I could feel myself about to come so as I gave the instruction I also used my grasp of her butt cheeks to lift her up and off of me. The result was basically the same as the first time except there was no slip to catch the mess. It went up and into her skirt and onto her panties and my pants again. We were both quite worked up so it took some time to calm down. She stayed there, pressed against my chest. When we did we had to figure out what to. Fortunately, nothing got on the slip covers. Elle felt that her big problem, at that point, was in how to get her soiled clothes washed without her mother finding the mess. For me, it was the fact the the front of my pants were really messed up from the wetness of her panties and the cum and I still had to go back to my grandparents house like that.

Neither of us had any idea what time it was so we decided that it was best that I leave right then. We had a really long and passionate kiss and then I took off. I’d left my car in my own driveway which was a good thing. I had very loud mufflers and the last thing I wanted to was to wake her parents. As I walked to my car the thought came to me that there were still some of my clothes at my house. I went inside and found a somewhat decent pair pants and hid the soiled ones in my closet, making a mental note to move them when I got a chance. I have to admit, in spite of that, it was a very enjoyable trip back to my grandparents that night.

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FROM FALL INTO EARLY WINTER... (Part 29a)

The goal was to make it to the Thanksgiving “break”. The eating arrangement was working marginally well. The food was good but Mrs. B, on an almost everyday basis was a little “much”. Some of my “brothers” at the fraternity were somewhat envious (but they didn’t have to live with an ulcer) and others were “on my case” for not spending enough time at the house. It was a different kind of pressure that I didn’t need on top of my almost across the board failing grades. I don’t remember the bland diet actually helping the ulcer situation but I’m sure it didn’t make it any worse. I’d been losing weight all through the semester and at least, with Mrs. B feeding me, that trend had stopped.

I was able to secure a ride home from a junior who lived only 40 miles from where I did and who would drop me off in the town where my grandparents lived. It seemed like the minute I sat down in his car all the “pressure” was of of me. I think I slept most of the way home (nine hours). Elle had a ride home from a girl from our town who was a senior at her school. We had touched base with each other the night before we left and fully expected to see each other later that night. It wasn’t to be. When I got dropped off I was to stop in at my grandparents to say “Hi” and to call my father to come pick me up. You can imagine my surprise when I walked in and found my whole family already there. It wasn’t a welcome home party, for sure. Living in a rural area we had to depend on a well for our water. After a hurricane or any other storm that brought abnormally high tides with it there was always some salt water contamination. The most recent storm had thoroughly compromised the well and a new well had to be dug. The drilling company had sunk three new wells and they all had substantial salt in them. My mother, after going without water for two days and with Thanksgiving upon her, decided she’d had enough with waiting for water and that afternoon had convinced my father that they had to move in with my grandparents. It wasn’t the news I wanted to hear. I had nothing against my grandparents. It just mean a crimp in my plans to be with Elle.

Not knowing when Elle would arrive home and the fact that her father went to bed at 9 each night prevented me from calling that night. I didn’t have my car and with the next day being Thanksgiving and the fact that we were having dinner with my grandparents meant the earliest I could get my father to drive me home to get it would be either late that day or even early evening. I was not very happy. The whole car ride home I’d fantasized what the two of us would do together and now I’d have to wait another day.

Thanksgiving morning I was sent on an errand to get a good cigar for my grandfather and the morning newspaper. It was deja-view as that had been my daily routine when I’d lived with my grandparents. As I walked out the kitchen door and across the back porch I saw something that perked me up. I looked over to the house next door and saw a pair of pale yellow panties on a small line hung between the back porch pillars. I was enamoured by the color. I don’t think I’d ever seen yellow panties before. I had no idea who lived there now as I knew the family who had been there when I last lived with my grandparents had moved to the city. All the way to the cigar store I kept thinking of a way to at least find out what the owner of them looked like. I’d gotten pretty good at seeing attractive girls and then visualizing what they looked like in their panties. In this case I already knew what the panties looked like but I needed the other half.

Thanksgiving dinner went well. My grandfather gave me a complete update on his racehorses, showing me pictures taken during the racing season which helped move time along for me. I didn’t nag my father too much and when my grandparents decided to take a nap it was a good time to go get my car and to visit Elle. The well drilling rig appeared to be blocking the garage door where my car was stored. I went into a mini panic when I first saw it but patience paid off and I was able to get it out. I knew that Elle’s family had invited friends for dinner but she’d expected them to leave soon after as they had a three hour trip to their home. I wasn’t happy to find them still there. They were still visiting and when I arrived Elle’s mother “suggested” that she (and I) could wash the dishes. The one good thing about that was we would be somewhat alone and as soon as we walked into the kitchen I grabbed her and gave her a big kiss. It felt so good just to hold her even with her parents just a few feet away. I couldn’t wait to be alone with her.

It was about 8pm when the company finally left. I knew it was useless to suggest we leave because her mother would want to know where we were going and I couldn’t come up with any place that was rational and that she’d accept. That meant we’d have to wait until her parents went to bed. Normally it was about 9pm (as her father left for work around 5am or so) but it wasn’t to be on this night. It was much closer to 10pm when they finally bid us a “good night” with a strong suggestion that I leave at midnight. At that point I didn’t care just as long as they went to bed.

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OCTOBER... Finally comes to an end! (Part 28g)

The week was worse than I could have imagined. The “agenda” the brotherhood had come up with called for keeping all of us pledges awake for somewhere around 54 hours straight. We were allowed to go to classes but the instructors and professors made sure no one slept while there. I thought I had a bit of an advantage by having gotten a few hours before the official starting time, especially knowing that some of the other pledges had partied right up to the last minute. But it became obvious, right away, that it didn’t really matter. Without wasting time and space let me just say I survived and was fully initiated into the brotherhood. But... the next morning I reported to the infirmary. I was admitted for dehydration and they ran a whole battery of tests. The results showed that I had a stomach ulcer. The best part of being there was that I got caught up on my sleep. The worst part was finding out that I had to go on a very restrictive, bland diet. As I’ve previously mentioned, Smitty, the fraternity house cook, specialized in Italian dishes and they were a “no-no” for someone with an ulcer. I lay there wondering where I was going to be able to eat, finding the things I had to limit myself to. When Friday came and I was released I wasn’t really in any shape to go visit Elle. I still felt weak (I hadn’t eaten much during the two days of “hell” and had only eaten soft foods for the previous two days) and had not a chance to find a ride. It was NOT a good week at all.

My Mother came up with the idea that I could go to the College Inn and ask if they could provide some of the things on my diet. Before I did that I stopped in to see my parents friends (Mr. and Mrs. B) who ran the clothing store in town (and who I’d been with a few weeks prior at the harness races) just to touch base. The lady, nice but very blunt, told me I looked terrible and wanted to know why. I related my tale of woe and just barely mentioned my concern about where to eat. Without hesitation she said she’d cook for me. I didn’t know what to say. I tried (feebly) to say “no” but she insisted and almost dragged me upstairs (they lived above the store) to feed me lunch. That afternoon we worked out a schedule starting with dinner that night. I really felt uncomfortable but indulged her anyway. When I finally “escaped” I headed for my room.

Bob, my roommate who had been to visit me the night before, wasn’t there. In fact, no one was home. Mrs. K had seemed like she was always there. She kept a radio going from the time she got up in the morning until she sat down to watch television at night and yet there wasn’t a sound. When I walked in the door all I was thinking about was lying down and resting. However, the idea that I was alone in the house was somewhat intriguing. Even though I had no idea what I’d say if she were home, I called out to Mrs. K. Nothing. Other than a few brief peeks into the living room from the foyer, I had no idea what it or the dining room, which was adjacent to it, looked like. What I saw reminded me of my Grandparents house. In a way it was sort of eerie. I’d been through the kitchen, quickly, with Mrs. K. but wanted to take another look. I certainly didn’t expect to find what I did when I walked in from the dining room. To the left, under the stairwell, was a wringer washer. On top of it was a wicker washbasket and I could see clothes piled into it. Taking a big, deep breath I approached it. I know my heart was beating a mile a minute as I peeked in. I had to move a few of the professor’s shirts but right there, staring me in the face, were two pair of white nylon panties. Based upon my sighting of the panties on the clothes line a few weeks earlier I knew they had to be Julia’s. I know I looked over my shoulder a couple of times before I reached in and picked one out. I held it up and stared at the crotch first. The first thing I noticed was that it was much narrower than any panties that I'd seen on Elle or in her dresser back at home. There was an obvious stain. Looking at it closely and then feeling it I found it somewhat crusty. The inside of the crotch showed a dark yellow stain, right in the middle, that ran from front to back. I wondered just what it was and how it got there. The next step was to look at the label and it read “Mojud”, size 5. I was about to pick up the other pair when I thought I heard something at the back door. In a panic I stuffed the panties back in the basket and ran. I made it upstairs without taking a breath... or it seemed that way. I stayed at the head of the stairs for a few minutes and, not hearing anything, decided to continue my investigation of the house. The rules of the house for John, Bob and I were that we were never to go down the other hall, only the one to our rooms. We were allowed to go as far as the bathroom but never to turn left. I decided to push my luck and I think I tip-toed all the way down to Julia’s room. The door was ajar and when I pushed it open I saw a small room, much like the one John occupied. The dresser was right there. I only needed a few steps to be right in front of it. I hesitated a few seconds, making sure I didn’t hear anything from downstairs before pulling open the top drawer. I have to admit I was disappointed. There were maybe eight pair in all and I think three were cotton with blood stains in the crotch. The others, all nylon were pretty much in disrepair. There was no order to them at all. It took me few seconds to remember that this was Friday and the end of the week and that the rest of them were probably in the washbasket downstairs. With that, I closed the drawer and retreated to my room. I remember lying there trying to figure a way to have another chance at Julia’s room in the future.

As I lay there I tried to come up with some sort of an excuse to get out of going back to my parents friends to eat supper. I decided to call home to see if my mother could help me get out of it. When Bob returned to the room I brought him up to date. He thought, under the circumstances, that the offer to feed me was great. He, like most of the brothers at the fraternity house, were fairly sick of pasta. But I was just plain uncomfortable in that I really didn’t know these people all that well. Even though no one was home at that time I didn’t want to chance using their phone, even though the call would be collect. I headed downtown to not only call home but to call Elle to given her the news that I wouldn’t be coming over.

When I reached my mother I got an earful. Mrs. B, the lady who had made the offer to feed me had already called so my mother knew. When the “lecture” was over I still asked how I could get out of having her feeding me. I don’t remember her exact words but in general she said to live with it... that she’d at least know that I was being well fed and was being looked after. It certainly wasn’t what I wanted to hear.

The call to Elle was better. She didn’t lecture me but I could clearly hear her concern as well as disappointment. I promised that I’d get over as soon as I possibly could. As strange as it may seem, considering the detail of my posts up to now, but I don’t remember much about it. My grades had suffered mightily throughout the whole Fall semester and I know there was an all class exam somewhere between initiation and Thanksgiving. I know I got over to see her and I remember both of us spending a lot of time studying. As far as the “up close and personal” stuff I have no specific memory of what we did. I do remember crashing at the fraternity just down the street from her sorority but that’s about it.

To be continued...