INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24i)

The races had started by the time I arrived. As I walked through the pits a number of cars weren’t in their space, including my own car. But I didn’t hear the roar of engines. In fact, I remember that I actually couldn’t even hear the sound of a motor running and that was really strange. All the people in the pits were standing up at the fence surrounding the track. It took a little effort but I finally found a place where I could get a look out onto the track. There were a few cars parked out there with their motors turned off. But, what made my heart sink was the mass of cars down in the first turn... with my car hung up on the guard rail. The track was actually blocked which is why no engines were running. There were two wreckers attempting to disentangle the mess. I tried to get on the track but the officials wouldn’t let any more people out there. All I could do was to stand and watch. After a few minutes, Cliff, the driver of my car (and my boss) came walking across the infield with his helmet in hand. I tried to talk to him to ask what happened but he was so mad he just walked by and over to our tow vehicle. I knew enough to leave him alone.

When they finally towed my car into the pits it was a sickening sight. It had a bent frame just like the first car they’d built over the winter. Actually, it was worse. I was really down. It wasn’t just the money... it was the hours and hours that had gone into building it. The immediate problem was in how to get the car back to the gas station. In those days we all flat towed the race cars behind a regular car or pickup truck. As bent as the car was it just wasn’t capable of being towed in that fashion. I ended up getting my friend Cliffy’s father to tow it home with his wrecker. Once that was arranged I went to find Elle in the grandstands. I remember walking around the perimeter of the track and actually not wanting to see her.

One of the things that she sometimes did to pass her time while at the races was to “babysit” a few of the kids who’s fathers worked on the car. That’s what she was doing when I finally found her. She was genuinely happy to see me even if I wasn’t equally happy to see her. In spite of the fact that I was obviously unhappy, she proceeded to tell me that she’d decided to go and see Carol’s parents about her “problem. I wasn’t prepared to hear that, especially then.

As an adult I now know that I was being self centered and selfish. Actually, I was feeling sorry for myself and failed to recognize what a huge hurdle Elle had overcome in making that decision. I remember stopping at the gas station on the way home to look at the car which only served to reinforce my self pity. Needless to say there wasn’t any ”up close and personal that night.

Elle had made arrangements at work so she could go with me the next day. However, she changed her mind due to my casual indifference to her and her decision. Of course that made me upset. John, (my crew) wasn’t much help, constantly quizzing me why she wasn’t with us. Once we arrived and started getting the boat ready to race my attitude changed. After the first two (of three) races I was in second place and all I had to do was not make a mistake and I’d be qualified for the national championships for the first time.

We’d gotten there early which allowed me to walk around a bit and “visit” with some of the other competitors. One stop, of course, was to see the twins. As I walked over I was hoping that they would, again, be wearing regular clothes to sail in. It wasn’t to be. As I approached I could see Pam was in a bathing suit. Penny was no where to be seen so I still held out some hope. We chatted about how well I was doing and the projected wind conditions for the day’s race. Just before the warning horn blew to tell the competitors to get their boats in the water, Penny walked up. She was also in a bathing suit but she had a pile of clothing in her hands. She put it down on the deck of the boat and then ducked her head under the rear deck. Right on top was a neatly folded pair of panties. Even though I was on the opposite side of the boat from where the clothes were I could clearly recognize the waist elastic as being the same as on the panties both of them had worn the day before. For some reason that made me happy. I remember asking what she was looking for. She popped her head back up and had a small canvas bag in her hand. I watched as she tried to put the clothes in the bag. I had already started to head for my boat which took me around to the side of their boat where Penny was standing. I remember her trying to get the whole pile stuffed into the bag at once and that the panties that had been on top didn’t make it. They fell to the ground just about the time I rounded the back of the boat. They ended up on the ground right at Penny’s feet. I didn’t have to think twice about it but immediately went for them. The most vivid memory of that was the absolute thickness of the panties. I certainly didn’t have the opportunity to inspect them and to look at the label but I sure wished I could’ve. Actually, what I wanted to know was just where they were purchased.

Pam had predicted that the wind would come in early and she was right. Stronger winds were an advantage for me and a disadvantage for the girls. I concentrated on not making any mistakes and sailed rather conservatively. I honestly don’t remember where I finished but it was good enough that I held on to my second place. That meant I’d accomplished my goal and had qualified for the championships.

After returning to shore we all unrigged the boats and prepared for our trip home. However, for those who finished in the top five overall there was a trophy presentation. Since the races had been held at the home club of the twins, they were there when the trophys were handed out. Penny was wearing white shorts and I was hoping that I’d get a look at a VPL before we left. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. It turned out to be better than that. The top three finishers (those who had qualified for the championships) and their crews were invited to a small reception. I honestly didn’t know it until then but the girls’ father was the “Commodore”. I was duly impressed. We were taken into a small room which was called “The Sun Room”. It was furnished with white wicker furniture with upholstered cushions. When I walked in there was Penny, sitting in one of the chairs that had an ottoman in front of it. She had her feet up on the ottoman and as I approached I could see right up the leg openings of her shorts. I could see the band legs on the crotch which confirmed that they were the same as I’d seen on her boat earlier that day. I know I was staring when I approached her. As the other people filed in she got up but I’d gotten more than I hoped for. When it was time to leave both Pam and Penny came up to congratulate me and to say they’d see me at the local championships in a few weeks. After this weekend, I couldn’t wait.

To be continued...

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24h)

Once they blew the horn to signal the opening ceremonies I managed to get refocused on sailing. Because we were sailing in the morning there was very little breeze. I always wore my regular clothes to sail in and, on that morning, so did a lot of others including Pam and Penny. I liked the facilities at their club but as far as the racing was concerned, because they were familiar with the tidal currents, the locals held an advantage. At the first mark it was a local in front and Pam was third. I was back a ways. As the race progressed I managed to get up to second and to hold it to the finish, just beating out the twins. I teased them all the way back to the shore for our lunch break as they‘d taunted me all the while they were ahead of me. Because of the closeness of their boat to mine I was able to study the girls backsides. I did manage to see some white around Penny’s waistband but wasn’t close enough to see if it was the same waistband as what I’d seen Pam wearing that morning. As far as any wetness was concerned, there wasn’t any. That, more or less, shot down my idea that Pam wore the heavy panties for that reason. When we tied up in the marina for lunch the tide had gone out which made disembarking difficult at best. I’d managed to get the spot by the ladder and the twins asked if they could come aboard my boat to get access. Of course I said ”yes”. It wasn’t that I was a “gentleman”. It was because I hoped to get a peek up the leg openings of their shorts.

I was rewarded... in multiple ways. Knowing what Pam was wearing pretty much gave me a clue as to what I’d see when she climbed up so I didn’t make a real effort to peek. I didn’t want to give myself away in front of Penny. When Penny stepped up onto the ladder rungs I was right behind, and under, her. I swear that if she’d intended to give me a “free show” she couldn’t have given me a better view. Maybe it was the way her shorts were tailored but as I looked up I saw about 75% of her crotch. The panties were band leg and the crotch was very wide. If I’d had to make a bet at that point I would’ve bet they were the same as her sister wore. I actually had to wait a minute for my bulge to go down to climb up myself.

Buddy had finished somewhere in the middle of the fleet so wasn't in the marina by the time the twins and I went ashore. Carol had set aside a small parcel of grass under a tree for us to eat our lunch and was waiting for us. I was sorry that we’d agreed to do it because I wanted to eat with or at least nearby the twins. By the time Buddy got there with his crew I was finished eating. I excused myself saying I’d be back in a little while and went looking for the girls. As soon as I found them I was kicking myself. Because their family were members of the club they had access to the cabanas. Pam was lying on a chaise with her blouse pulled up so that I could see the bottom band of her bra. But, more interesting than that was that I could see the waistband of her panties right across her tummy. I could feel the bulge building. Penny was no where in sight. I had a bottle of soda and walked up along side Pam, holding the bottle over her bare stomach. The condensation on the bottle was creating drips and I wanted one to land on her. While I waited I kept staring at the waistband and, again, wondering why she was wearing that type of panty. Before my “drip” made its target, Penny walked in, waking Pam up. As I remember it she made no attempt to cover herself which surprised me. I continued to stand as Penny sat on the end of the chaise. When she did I got what I’d been waiting for... a DP. And, just as I’d thought since looking up the leg openings of her shorts, the waistband was the same as her sister.

We chatted about the race and, because I knew they liked me, I tried to get some information as to what to expect for currents for the afternoon race. They weren’t about to give that info away but they did end up asking me to attend a party that night. Of all times for something like that to happen that was not it. I knew it was gonna be a struggle to get to the racetrack in time plus Elle was going to meet me there. I will admit to being just a bit tempted.

The need to get information about the tidal currents for the afternoon race was negated by a nice stiff southerly breeze. I got a decent start and stayed near the front for the whole race. I think I ended up third and Buddy ended up right behind me. Unfortunately for the twins the wind overpowered them and they finished well back in the fleet. I headed right for shore so that I could get on my way to the car races. Buddy had offered to take my crew home with him so that wasn’t a problem. Most of the visiting boats had elected to launch from the beach so as to avoid the congestion created by the one hoist in the marina. It wasn’t a problem when we lifted the boats into the water in the morning as there was little wind and no waves. When we got back to the shore the waves were quite high and made it difficult to get the sails down and to get the lifting bars under the boats to get them out of the water. In Buddy’s case, his crew lost hold of a bar and it started to float away. Carol was standing right at the water’s edge and when the bar started drifting away she ran in after it. I saw her retrieve it in about waist deep water. I couldn’t wait to see her in her wet shorts. Unfortunately she stayed on the other side of Buddy’s boat so by the time I got a glimpse of her her shorts had started to dry and were no longer clinging to her. Yes. I did get a VPL view but it wasn’t as good as it would’ve been had I seen her when she came out of the water. Along the same lines, I also had a thought to walk over to the marina to see if Pam and Penny had made it ashore. I wanted to see the panty lines made by the heavy cotton band leg panties I knew they were wearing. But I knew it was going to be a rush to get to the car races before they started so quickly gave up on that idea and headed for the locker room to get a shower and change my clothes.

To be continued...

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24g)

When we finished up I’d wanted to go to the abandoned garage to “park” but there was still daylight. I didn’t want to chance being seen by a neighbor so asked Elle where she’d be comfortable. She surprised me and said she would really like to go somewhere to watch the sunset. Knowing that she was still upset from the happenings of the afternoon I didn’t argue. The best place was down at the old lighthouse. If you walked along the beach (made of pebbles) a short ways there was a perfect viewing place. All I could hope for was that no one else would be there with us.

At least, on this point, luck was with me. As we walked towards the spot another couple was headed our way. As the guy was carrying a basket I surmised that they had enjoyed a picnic supper. Rocks had fallen from the bluffs above and had formed a small wall for people to sit on and to lean against. As we approached the place I remember wishing that I had a blanket or something soft to sit on. We found a place that was moderately comfortable and settled in. My guess is that it took about a half hour for the sun to disappear below the horizon. I don’t remember what we talked about, if anything. When I suggested that we leave, Elle said she thought she better pee first. THAT caught my attention! She asked me to check to see if anyone was headed our way and by the time I did and returned she was in the process of taking off her panties... or so I thought. It was only the pad and heavy cotton panties. I honestly thought I was going to see her with no panties but she still had on a pair. At least I got to watch her pee through them. Then she put the cotton panties and pad back on. By this point my hopes (and something else) were getting higher.

Back at my car she just wanted to talk. It was the same subject. I sensed that she agreed with my reasoning but was reluctant to commit to it. I also sensed that there was little to no chance of us getting “up close and personal” so I ended up driving home. Her parents had gone to bed so she felt safe in going in without being hassled about not coming home for supper. I went to bed totally confused. In retrospect I know I was afraid of just what an operation might mean as far as my enjoyment of her wet panties would mean. I was thinking that if it was successful that when I wanted her to give me a little pee for “lubrication” that she’d say “no”. But, at the same time I did love her for who she was. The wetness was just an added feature. But, it was a long, restless night!

I don’t think I got to see Elle Elle for more than few minutes over the next few days. Between work and working on the racecar really left little time. There was another reason. I didn’t want to go through the whole discussion thing again with her. By Friday night it had become apparent that the car would be ready to race. I was glad because I wasn’t going to be there (at work) on Saturday. During the sailing season there were two major events that took up both Saturday and Sunday and one of those was this weekend. It was called the “Territorials” and it determined who from our geographic area would go to the national championships. In spite of having done really well in local races the two previous Summers I’d managed to screw up in the Territorials. Heading into the weekend I’d not been sailing well and was even thinking of not even sailing in the event. It was my friend, Buddy, who persuaded me to go. I met him at the sailing club at just about dusk and we helped each other to unrig our boats and prepare them to be trailed to the event, an hour and a half away. Carol was also there and I, as usual, was checking her out for a VPL. We agreed to meet at 6:30am and to follow each other. John. my crew was going to be dropped off at my house so I didn’t have to worry about that. Once that was done it was back to the gas station to finish up with the racecar.

We arrived at the location of the event with time to spare. John had an upset stomach (nerves) so I was left to rig the boat by myself. Now I’d mentioned there were two major sailing events each Summer. The previous Summer, at the other event, I’d met two girls who were also racing the same kind of boat as I had. They were twins, Pam and Penny, and all I can surmise is that they had a crush on me. (I swear it’s not my ego talking) After each race they’d come over and want to talk about tactics and a lot of trivial stuff. John liked to tease me about it. In any case, as I started putting the boat together both of them walked up. As it so happened, they belonged to the sailing club where the event was taking place. Pam was definitely the aggressor and asked if there was anything she could do to help. I handed her a couple of the fastening pins that were used to hold the mast in place and asked if she’d put them in place. I was adjusting the mast and was inside the boat when I heard a soft curse. I popped my head up and didn’t see Pam. I looked over the side and saw the most glorious DP (down pants) staring up at me. She’d dropped one of the pins in the sand and was bent over from the waist looking for it. What I saw was a pair of red cotton shorts with a swatch of white about 5 inches across and maybe two inches deep (right in the middle). I didn’t say a word but just kept staring at that. What was so intriguing was that the waistband of her panties was the same as Anne (the girl I’d spent time with in Florida a few years before) had worn. I didn’t think I’d ever see them again as I surely hadn’t seen them since. I’ll say I watched for well over a minute. When she finally found the pin and stood up, the bulge in my pants was hard to hide. I don’t know if I did or not hide it but nothing was said. It was actually hard to concentrate after that. I made a conscious effort to see if she would bend over again but the best I got was a VPL of the leg opening (they were band leg cotton panties and VERY thick) I can tell you my mind was going a million miles an hour. I was surprised that those kind of panties were made for people that big. (The girls were about 5’6“ tall and maybe 125 pounds) When I’d seen Anne’s panties in Florida they were definitely much smaller because she was very petite. I’d just assumed that they didn’t come much bigger. Knowing that Anne wore them for a dribbling problem had me wondering if it was the same for Pam. I’d not even given the thought that Penny, her sister, might also be wearing the same kind of panties. Even though they were twins they’d gotten away from the ”cutesie“, same as each other, clothes. As I remember it Penny was wearing blue shorts.

To be continued...

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24f)

Knowing that Elle was scheduled to work that evening (unfortunately) I was surprised to see her drive up with Carol at around 6pm. I was working on the last of the cars to be washed for the day but stopped when they drove up. I could tell that Elle was upset by the look on her face. She asked if she could use the phone and, of course, I said ”yes“. Carol had pulled her car right up to the door of the office so I didn’t get a good look but when I saw Elle get out I noticed her run her hand down over her butt which kind of gave me a hint. I went over to the office to see what was happening and I could hear Elle pleading on the phone with Thea to come in to work for her. Hearing that, I got excited by thinking she was doing it for me so that we could have more time together that night. When she hung up I could tell that the other girl had said she’d come in for Elle by the look on her face. Elle was wearing one of her flowered Summer dresses and I was all wet and dirty so I didn’t want to get too close to her. She asked how long I’d be and, seeing Tony finishing up the car we’d been working on together, said I could probably leave in a few minutes. I went over and asked him to cover for me for the last few cars and gave Elle the ”high sign“. I watched her say good bye to Carol and then walk towards my car. Again, she ran her hand over her backside as she walked.

Once in the car I asked how things went. It was like I turned on a faucet by asking the question. As wet and dirty as I was I was surprised that she snuggled right up to me and buried her head into my shoulder, sobbing away. I’m not sure how long it was before she regained control of her emotions but I sat there, holding her and rubbing her back until she did.

When she was able to talk she told me about what had happened. Initially I thought she was upset that she’d wet herself in front of Carol, embarassing herself. That part was true but it was what happened afterwards that had her so wrought up. She told me how the wetting took place and how she’d tried to, more or less, hide it from Carol. But she couldn’t and when Carol realized what had happened she proceeded to ask Elle all sorts of questions concerning her wetting. Elle told me that it was more embarassing than the wetting itself. Carol had asked about Elle’s wetting history and, even though Elle tried to put her off, she was persistent so Elle finally told her about it.

(Now I need to bring in some background here... Carol’s parents were both Doctors. Her Mother was a general practitioner who’d gravitated towards children and teens. Her Father was a urologist. Carol was planning on following in her parents footsteps and was taking pre med courses in college. That said, on with the ”rest of the story“.)

After quizzing Elle about her wetting history and telling her about her parents and her own plans, Carol couldn’t believe that Elle’s parents had never really tried to do anything about her condition. Elle even explained that one of her Mother’s relatives had died during a simple operation and that from then on her mother had little trust of Doctors. Basically, what Carol then did was to try and convince Elle to let her Father and Mother see her (at no cost) to see if there wasn’t something they could do for her. The reason Elle was so upset was that she was fearful of going behind her Mother’s back if she took Carol up on her offer. After getting all that out to me she, again, started crying.

While sitting there holding her I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. As much as her wetting excited me when we were alone, I honestly was embarrassed when she’d have an ”accident” in public. When she finally calmed down she looked up at me and asked what I thought she should do. I remember hesitating but common sense took control and I told her that seeing Carol’s parents wasn’t really going behind her mother’s back. I told her it was just like in school when we had to do research for a paper... she was collecting information.

I couldn’t believe it when I saw Tony heading for his car. I looked at my watch and over an hour had passed. My next thought was about Elle and her need for a bathroom. I remember making some kind of comment about it and watching Elle put her hand up under her skirt. She gave me one of those “too late” looks as she slid across the seat and headed for the rest room. When she returned she explained that after some people had stopped to help them get gas that she’d been able to slip on the spare panties she always carried with her, along with a pad, and that they had caught most of her “leak”. I suggested that maybe we should head for home but she said she didn’t want to... that she was already in trouble for missing supper... and that she wanted to be with me. Of course that made me feel good but I was still in my grubby work clothes. But I wasn’t going to make a point of it.

Since the guys who helped on the racecar had been killing themselves to get it done and we weren’t racing that night, we’d all decided to take a break. The only thing was that I’d really not had anything substantial to eat since breakfast and I was famished. One of our regular customers owned a small diner right up the road so we headed for it. Elle knew one of the waitresses as she’d gone to high school with her. She’d been a foreign exchange student from Sweden who, after a year at a University at home, had returned to the US to work for the Summer. (As an aside, Tony and I would sometimes stop at the diner after the races to not only get a bite to eat but it allowed Tony lust after her. Her name was Elise and not exactly the typical Swedish girl. She wasn’t blonde but she did have “curves” and was very “friendly”. On some nights we’d get there after the lights on the road sign had been turned off. If Elise was still there she’d let us in. One night when we’d gotten there late, we walked around to the back and saw the door to the kitchen open. We saw that Elise was in the process of changing out of her uniform. I remember the bright white of her bra and panties seeming to stand out against her tanned skin. Tony was beside himself while watching (not that I wasn’t). I remember looking at her as she took our order and visualizing her standing there in just her bra and panties. But my real thoughts were on what Elle and I were going to be doing after we ate. I was excited in my anticipation, to say the least.

To be continued...

INTO THE REAL SUMMER... (Part 24e)

The next day was a very long one! I found myself wishing time away, something I seldom ever did. As I remember it, busuness was brisk so I never got a lunch break and the first time I got to see Elle was when I went over to her house after supper to drive her to work that evening. She had a brown paper bag with her that held Carol’s clothes. I was happy to see Elle, of course, but my heart was really beating fast in anticipation of not only peeking into the bag but also holding and inspecting Carol’s panties. After dropping Elle off at the drug store I pulled my car into the church parking lot.

I carefully opened the bag and right on top of the neatly folded clothes was a bra and panties. Seeing the bra was an added treat but the panties were what I coveted. I slid everything out and onto the seat. The first thing I did was to pick up the panties and to spread them out. The crotch was huge, at least from front to back. I remember wishing that I had a pair of Elle’s nylon panties to compare them to. When I turned them over, the crotch panel across the back was way big which explained why getting a VPL was so easy to see when with Carol. I then picked them up and looked inside. The label read “Van Raalte”, a brand I’d not heard of before. The size was 5, the same as Elle. I’d seen the tunnel waist elastic before but the crotch size had my complete attention. Oh how I wanted to get some of those for Elle!

On my way to Buddy’s (with the clothes) I started thinking of ways to find out just where Carol had bought the panties. Having seen her VPL’s a few times and, having seen her panties hanging on the clothes line at the end of the previous Summer, I felt that the panties in the bag were the kind she wore on a regular basis and not just a random pair. While dropping them off at Buddy’s house I casually looked around to see if it might be possible to sneak a pair off the clothes line at night if, for some reason, her mother left them out overnight. As I drove to the gas station I devised a plan that would, on a few nights, allow me to at least check the washline out. It gave me some hope as I pretty much knew I’d never be able to find out where the panties were purchased.

That night it became clearly evident the the new racecar would not be ready for Wednesday night. I decided that, in a perverse way, it was good news for I’d be able to have a night alone with Elle. However, typical for that Summer, something happened to partly derail that plan. Elle normally only went to the races with me on Saturday nights and worked on Wednesday nights. When she wanted to change her schedule she would usually do it with her Mother who also worked at the store. The fly in the ointment, if you will, was that her mother wouldn’t work the last shift. The other girl who worked there, Thea, wasn’t the most cooperative person in the world and wouldn’t commit to changing with Elle. On top of that, as it turned out, Carol invited Elle to go bathing suit shopping with her that afternoon. As innocent as that appered to be on the surface, it turned out to be quite a turning point for Elle (and me) that Summer (and beyond).

Carol picked Elle up when she finished her morning shift and they headed for the stores that Elle normally shopped, about 10 miles away. Elle seldom wore a “package” (pad, heavy cotton panties and the sanitary brief) to work as she had ready access to a bathroom. Carol had stopped into the drug store for something, and, seeing Elle, asked her, on the spur of the moment, to go with her. Elle, liking Carol and wanting to please her, said “yes“, without really thinking about her ”problem“ so wasn’t really prepared for a shopping trip. As Elle explained it to me, she had opportunities to use the bathroom while in the stores but, Carol, not finding anything she really liked, asked Elle if there was any place else they could go. The nearest town with any decent shopping was over a half hour away. That shouldn’t have been a problem except that Carol hadn’t put any gas in the car. Since all I have is a memory of what Elle told me I’ll pretty much ”cut to the quick“ here and say that before they got help, Elle had wet herself and couldn’t hide it from Carol. She, of course, was totally embarrassed. But, what happened next was to be life changing for Elle (and me).

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24d)

As I remember it, July did not start out all that well. My Grandfather’s racehorses were not doing well and neither was my racecar. I was even struggling in racing my sailboat. With my time stretched so thin I wasn’t getting to spend much time with Elle and a lot of that was interrupted by her period. It really bothered me than we had so little ”personal“ time but I didn’t know what to do about it. The only time I could count on was Sunday night, after the sailing races. Elle would finish up at work, go home and change into her bathing suit and try to get a ride to the sailing club. She was there to, more or less, greet me when I came ashore. She’d try to get in a swim while waiting. My sailing crew, John, would usually have to leave right away to get to his job so Elle was there to help me unrig the boat and to clean it up. If the races ran late, Elle usually had company in the person of Carol, my sailing friend Buddy’s girlfriend. Carol wasn’t particularly pretty and, being generous, could possibly be called ”cute”. She had a nice personality and a good figure to boot. She and Elle had hit it off from the first time they met. I liked seeing Carol for the potential of VPL’s, (she being the one who’s panties had the large crotch). I desperately wanted to find out just who made them and, every time I’d see her I’d go through a litany of wild ideas on just how to accomplish this. Carol’s parents were friends of Buddy’s parents and that’s how they met. Buddy had always spent a good portion of his Summers in the area with his parents renting a house for the season. When the opportunity came to buy the cottage behind the sailing club they jumped at it. Carol, on the other hand, had always spent her Summers at her all year round home fairly close to the city. Her only exposure to the beach and water was as a weekend guest of Buddy. As their interest in each other grew it created a conflict for Buddy. For him to see Carol during the week he had to go back to his all year round house and would have to give up his love of the water. But, this Summer Buddy’s parents were taking a trip for a few weeks and offered the cottage to Carol’s parents. That, to Buddy, was paradise.

I’m thinking that it was somewhere around the middle of the month when this took place. I do remember, after getting the boats cleaned up and put away, being invited up to the cottage for a snack and something to drink and meeting Carol’s parents. Like Buddy’s father, Carol’s father was a Doctor. I remember being impressed by the sports car in the driveway. The only reason I’d agreed to go up there was to be nice to Buddy. I really wanted to get home, cleaned up and to take off with Elle. But, Carol’s parents were charming. After a short while they invited Elle and I to join all of them for a cookout. Elle, gave me one of “those” looks that told me I better say “yes”. So, in spite of being all grubby from the salt water I agreed. Elle happened to be about the same build as Carol. Seeing that Elle was a bit uncomfortable dressed that way, she offered to loan her some clothes. I remember “jumping” on that, knowing that I’d, at last, have an opportunity to find out the brand of panties Carol wore.

Buddy and I were of a similar build so he offered me some dry clothes as well. As the evening wore on, Elle made sure she made regular, timely visits to the bathroom. At one point I sort of remember Carol’s father making a whispered “aside” to her mother along the lines of wondering if Elle had a problem. But I also remember nothing coming of it. I’ll admit that I had a good time, especially after Carol’s parents went inside leaving the four of us alone. I finally put an end to the gathering around 10pm or so, using the excuse I had to be up early for work. I really wanted to go to our old “parking” place by the abandoned garage but Elle was concerned about soiling Carol’s clothes. I tried to convince her that they were the same as her own and that they would wash up without a problem, but to no avail. We ended up out on my dock. As I remember it we just sat and looked at the water, moon and stars. In a number of ways I was “bummed”. Yes, I’d had a good time at Buddy’s, BUT, my personal time with Elle was nothing like what I’d been hoping for. The only thing that I had going for me was that Elle was wearing Carol’s panties. We’d discussed how to get her clothes back to her and, since my work was only minutes away from Buddy’s bungalow, it made sense for me to do it. I WAS excited about that!

In spite of being so very conscientious about regular bathroom visits at Buddy’s, she’d lost track of time once we were out on the dock. We made it to the steps up to the lawn when she let out a little sound of distress. I knew immediately (as did Elle) what was about to happen. Carol had given Elle a pair of khaki shorts and, even though it was dark, there was enough ambient light to watch a dark spot appear in her crotch area and down to the cuffs. Instant bulge! We stood there for a few minutes before I stepped up, took her in my arms and kissed her. I’d guess it was only a minute or so later before my fingers were up under the cuffs of the shorts and onto the panties. I think that maybe because they weren’t Elle’s it made it a bit more exciting. The biggest problem was that we were standing right in front of the front porch of my house. Looking through the windows I could see that the only lights that were on were the ones my parents left on for me after they went to bed. But Elle was uncomfortable so my euphoria was short lived. When we got over to her house she didn’t want to continue so that was it for me for the night. I remember walking home a being very anxious for the next evening to come so I could finally see Carols panties, up close and personal.

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER (Part 24c)

It’s really hard to do this without some sort of timeline to guide me so I’ll relate a few ”interesting“ (at least to me) experiences with the car wash.

There were three ways to get a car wash... 1) pay; 2) basically fill up your car with gas and get it free or 3) have you car repaired or serviced and also get it for free. The most popular was to get it for free by purchasing gas. The customers had the option of driving the car into the car was bay or having one of us do it. As I remember it most of the males drove their car in and stayed inside as the car was being washed. Most of the ladies, for whatever reason, wanted us to do it. I liked that because, since skirts and dresses were the norm for that time period, I’d often get a peek, or what I called a “free show” of the ladies panties as they’d turn in the seat to slide out. I’d say I averaged at least a couple every day we were open. It was nice!

Cliff, the station owner had been right in thinking that he’d get increased gas business due to the car wash. One of the new customers was the wife of the local bank’s President. There was a lot of rumors (small town) about her covering a multitude of things. One that was pervasive was that she was an alcoholic. I’d only seen her at the station early in the mornings and nothing had indicated that condition to me. But, when it manifested itself, it was obvious. It was late in the afternoon and, as I remember it, it had been a slow day as it looked like rain. I first saw her car (a big Cadillac) headed across the apron towards the gas pumps. I distinctly remember “freezing” on the spot as I thought, for sure, the car was going to hit them. Somehow she missed them, stopping in front of the car wash. There was dirt and mud all along the side of the car. She yelled at me that she had to get the car washed. Other than seeing her wild arrival I had no idea she was drunk. I asked if she wanted me to drive the car into the bay for her. That started a tirade of foul language directed at me. “You dummy!” was probably the least offensive thing she said. But, with all that she didn’t move from behind the seat. I looked around for Cliff to help me out but he was no where in sight. I finally got her to slide over to the other side so I could get in. I got the car positioned properly and asked if she wanted to remain in the car and, as I remember it, she didn’t answer. After making sure all the windows were up I started the machine. It was a rectangular hoop that was lowered around the car a total of three times. The first was to wet it and the second spewed out the soap. After that I had to run around the car with this big, soft mitt, scrubbing the car as I went. As the hoop was on it’s way down with the soapy mixture, the woman decided she wanted to get out of the car. There was no way to stop the process without running to the back room and throwing the breaker switch on the electric panel. By the time I got there the damage had been done. The woman was covered with soapy foam... and screaming at the top of her lungs. She wanted to see Cliff and started towards the open door, The problem was that, besides her being drunk, the floor was slippery from the soap. She made about three or four steps before falling. Then, when she tried to get up she ended up on her backside with her legs in the air. Even though she was a middle aged woman, getting not just a peek at her panties but a full view was quite a thrill. I offered to help her but she just kept calling me names and told me to stay away from her. If I were to guess I’d say she fell four times giving me the full picture each time. When she crawled outside and to the back of her car she was really a mess.

Cliff had been on a road call and arrived shortly thereafter. He tried to appease her but to no avail. When he realized her condition (drunk), he called her husband at the bank. I know he didn’t pick her up and I also know she never came into the station (at least while I was there) again.

One of Cliff’s friends was getting married that Summer. His fiancee had a child and his car, a 2 door Ford coupe, just wasn’t big enough. He’d knew someone who had 1954 Mercury. I loved the lines of that car but there was no way I was ever going to have enough money to buy one. But that didn’t stop me from coveting one anyway. Tom, the friend, had gotten permission from the owner to have Cliff and his mechanics check it over. When they were done I asked if I could drive it around to the back of the station so as to make room out front. WOW! I was excited. I remember sitting behind the wheel, fantasizing that I was speeding down the road in it. I also remember looking over all the details... radio, dash instruments, upholstery etc. Ahh... but it was not to be, for me.

Cliff must’ve called Tom to tell him that it appeared to be in good shape because, just as I was about to shut the car wash down for the night Cliff told me to wash the car. He also told me to clean up the floors on the inside as best I could. We didn’t have a vacuum at that point in time so I used a small wisk broom. As I was doing the drivers side I saw something white under the seat. I pulled it out and found a pair of panties in my hand. I checked to see if Cliff or anyone else was nearby before “inspecting” them. The first thing I found was stains in the crotch. It didn’t appear to be pee so that left only one other choice. My immediate thought was that the guy who owned the car was onto something good. The next thing I did was to inspect the label. It read “Mojud” on one side and “100% Rayon on the other. They felt like nylon to me. I wondered just what the difference was. As I spread them out on the floor they seemed a little bigger that Elle’s so I checked to see if the size was marked anywhere else. No luck. My next thought was to stuff them into my pants pocket. In cleaning up the car it seemed like anything of value was gone... nothing in the glove compartment and nothing but the jack and spare tire in the trunk. So that’s where they went... to be added to my collection. The only negative thing was that I had no idea what the girl who’d worn them looked like. A small price to pay. (3)

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24b)

Elle and I hadn’t really been out on a “date” since we’d come home. During the previous Summer we often went to the movies on Sunday night. With all that I had going on in my life at that time it seemed like a good idea. The more I thought about it, the more I looked forward to it... so much though that I found myself with a “soft” bulge in my pants.

We decided to go to the 7pm show but had no idea what was playing. So, when we walked up to the theater I remember both of us looking at the posters and shaking our heads negatively. That meant we had a lot of daylight time on our hands. We decided to take a small ferry boat that ran between the mainland and a small inhabited island. Even though it was a bit cool out it was still nice to be outside. Elle, as usual, wore a skirt. When the ferry left the slip we stood up front to get a good view but the moving air was just too cool for Elle. There was a small enclosed room for passengers up over the cars. As we climbed up the stairs, a puff of wind caught Elle’s skirt and blew it up around her waist. I already knew that she was wearing nylon panties (just for me) but seeing them in this way was a turn on just the same. Once in the room we found ourselves alone. Being turned on by seeing her panties I just had to take advantage of it. She resisted because, in her mind, she was still “out in public”. But I was able to overcome her resistance and, although nothing really “interesting“ took place, by the time the ferry arrived at the island my bulge was very noticeable. Because we were ”in public“ I remember Elle thinking my condition was quite funny.

The island was where the regional sailing championships had taken place the previous Summer. Elle had been there on the last day but, because I’d had the boat and car we’d not done any ”exploring“. With nothing to lose we decided to just walk around the area. I’ll admit that I’d been keeping track of the time since we left home and knew it wouldn’t be long until Elle needed a toilet. If we’d been in a position where there was a chance of being around other people I would’ve made and effort to remind her of the time. But, and I’ll admit it was selfish of me, I didn’t, and as I thought of what was soon to happen I could feel my bulge growing. We found a gazebo at the end of the road we were on that overlooked the harbor. With the sun starting to set and the clear blue skies it was a ”Kodak moment“. It was probably a 20 or so minute walk to the yacht club where there was a ladies room. I remember debating with myself on weather to plant the idea in her mind about the time. But I didn’t and ended up being somewhat rewarded for it. We were there, in the gazebo, for probably 10 minutes or so. When we started back down the road I remember Elle letting out some sort of sound indicating something was wrong. Again, I’ll admit that I was excited at the prospect of what was to happen. We hadn’t seen anybody at all when we’d walked to the gazebo and no one while there.

I played ”dumb“ when she let out her sound and asked what was wrong. She asked me what time it was and seemed truly surprised how late it was. But that was the ”trigger“. Once she realized how long it’d been since she’d last been to the bathroom and, on top of what had probably been a small ”leak“, it was panicsville. I remember her looking in all directions around where we were standing. I also remember her asking where she should go as she knew she was going to pee. I know my bulge was visable because I remember hurting "down there". I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back towards the gazebo. I, more or less, dragged her around to the front of the gazebo. It was on a slightly sloped grassy knoll. The floor of the gazebo was right at my shoulder height so I could see if anyone was headed in our direction. Once there I told her to go, that no one could see what she was doing. As I told her that I could feel a ”pulsing“ in my groin area. I couldn’t believe it. Here she was, about to pee her panties, and I’m coming in my pants. I’d not touched myself to have caused it and was totally puzzled. I honestly don’t remember anything about her peeing. I was too concerned about what was going on in my own pants to pay attention to her.

When it was all over, for both of us, it was pretty embarrassing. Because of hurrying and then ending up on a slope, Elle’s pee had mostly run down one leg and flooded her sock and shoe. For me, all I could see was an ever widening wet spot just above my crotch. I don’t remember if we laughed while still there but we did much later on. We ended up sitting on the grass, leaning against the latticework that covered the underpart of the gazebo. I remember Elle taking off her sock and wringing the pee out of it and, after a few minutes, persuading her to lift her knees up and spreading her legs so I could see her panties. I can still see that image today.

Elle, in anticipation of what we’d probably do after the movies, had brought a pair of the Carter’s cotton panties to put on for our trip home. When we finally decided to leave she did slip them on. Convinced that no one could see us she did give me a ”show“ when she pulled them on over the nylon ones. When she was pulling the cotton panties up I got a really good look at the now just damp nylon panties and could see just how far the wetness had wicked up. Being a natural blond. her pubic hair was so light that I couldn’t really make it out. But, by then I’d recovered enough to feel my bulge beginning all over again.

Elle had no problem when we got back to the ferry for the return trip to the mainland. She’d taken off her other sock and her damp panties were covered by her skirt. For me, it was a different story. As soon as we saw people I walked up close to Elle, trying to hide the wet spot which had grown to the size of an orange. Elle thought it was funny and I remember her saying something along the lines of it being good for me. That I deserved to find out what she had to go through. I couldn’t really disagree except for the fact that, in most cases, she wore skirts or dresses which hid her problem. In retrospect, the whole incident made for a very memorable incident.

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... Part 24a)

As I’ve previously mentioned, the area I lived in was a Summer destination. Once late Spring arrived, the Summer crowd would start to reappear on weekends and then retreat to their primamry homes during the week. But, once the local schools let out for the Summer more and more families would settle in for the Summer. The “real” Summer, as far as the “locals” viewed it, was the last few days of June up to Labor day in early September. Cliff, the owner of the gas station, managed to raise enough of a ruckus to get the new station completed in time for the Summer rush. I was thankful to be out from under the thumb of my Father (and Mother in his absence) and to get into a daily routine.

One of the attractions of the new gas station was the car wash which I was to run. As a promotional gimmick, Cliff had offered a discount for anyone filling their gas tanks. It was obvious from the outset that he had underestimated the public’s response. I was overwhelmed. After just one day Cliff realized that he had to hire more help. I had a Summer friend, Andy, who didn’t have a job. He was more than willing. We soon discovered that between the two of us we could actually more than double the output of just one person. It was also fun to work with a friend.

The first thing Elle and I did when I got my car back on the road was to go check out the previous Summer’s parking places. I was disappointed to find that a house was being built at our place at the creek. We’d abandoned it anyway but it was still a place with a lot of memories. Our abandoned garage site appeared to be the same so that was option one. The least favorite place, by the old Boy Scout camp, was still viable but certainly not desirable. We both agreed that we needed to look for some other places.

One of the first people to visit the new gas station was my sailing friend, Buddy. He’d come out to get his sailboat ready for the upcoming racing season. He asked if I was ready and I wasn’t. I hadn’t even gotten the boat out of the garage. He told me that his girlfriend, Carol, was coming out on Sunday and they were going sailing. He was hoping that Elle and I could join them. What with the racecar and going to see my Grandfather’s horses race, there really hadn’t been time to work on the boat too. But, once he put the idea in my head... I couldn’t get it out.

Cliff had originally decided not to run the car wash on Sundays because I was going to be off racing the sailboat. Even with Andy there he decided to hold to his decision. I was originally scheduled to work the gas pumps from 8am to noon on Sundays but with Andy now there I offered the hours to him. That allowed me to attempt to get the sailboat ready to go with Buddy and Carol. It took most of the morning to find all the pieces and, with Elle’s help, I was ready to leave for the sailing club before noon. Elle’s mother made some brownies to go along with the sandwaiches my mother had made us and with them in hand we were off.

The sailing club usually opened up, full time, at least a week before the official season started (the weekend closest to July 4). Sometimes it was opened for a few weekends before that but not this year. Because the air and water were still cold, Elle had decided to wear a pair of bermuda shorts and a windbreaker instead of a bathing suit. Knowing I was going to get wet putting the boats in the water, I wore a bathing suit. I “checked” Elle out as we were loading the sails into the car and, much to my disappointment, she’d decided to wear a “package”. Carol, Buddy’s girlfriend also wore shorts and, as soon as I saw her, began checking for a VPL (visible panty line). I was soon rewarded.

It only took a short time to rig and get the boats in the water. The wind, thankfully, was light and was favorable for us to head for a place Elle and I’d sailed to before. We anchored in such a way that the girls could get ashore without getting wet. As we ate I was not only able to get some VPL views of Carol, but also some very good DP’s (downpants). Seeing the VPL’s, I wanted to get some panties like Carol’s for Elle. The only thing was that I had no idea who made them. At least it was a thought for future action.

By the time we were ready to get back in the boats it had been at least three hours since Elle had used a toilet. I knew that the pad in her panties had to be wet and began wondering just how much it would hold. It didn’t take long to find out. About halfway home we had to change positions in the boat. When we did I saw the telltale lines around the leg elastics of her sanitary panties were now wet. I didn’t say anything though. Luckily for Elle, the wind came up and some wave action wet the deck where she was sitting thus hiding the pee leaks. It wasn’t as fortunate for Carol as the wetness on her butt made her light colored shorts almost translucent. The only thing better would’ve been if her shorts were totally wet. We all decided to try for another picnic before the Summer was over.

SUMMER... The early weeks (Part 23)

PROLOGUE:
Like the last part of the Spring while at school, I really don’t have a timeline of events to write about. I kept no notes and, if Elle and I wrote, I have no idea where the letters are buried. Pictures, which I have been using to jog my memory, are non existent. It’s not that I don’t recall anything... it’s that I don’t remember very much or the order in which it happened. That means that some of this part will seem disjointed. It is what it is!
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One thing, for sure, is that Elle and I couldn’t wait to get home. We hadn’t seen our homes and parents since Christmas. In Elle’s case it was a bit of homesickness. Going off to college was the first time she’d really ever been away. I had the two years at boarding school, so that wasn’t a problem for me. What I was looking forward to was home cooking, my own bed and being able to see Elle every day. There were other reasons too... the opportunity to make some money certainly headed that list. The race car, my sailboat, and being able to see my Grandfather’s race horses were close behind.

Elle got home a few days before I did. I couldn’t come up with a quick and easy way to get home after final exams and ended up going to my roommate Bob’s house and my father then picked me up there. One thing I do remember from that night at Bob's was that his girlfriend, Susan, had an incredible looking younger sister. I also remember getting a quick DP (downpants) from her as well. In any case, upon arriving at home I was greeted by three pair of pastel panties hanging on our washline... and nothing else. I KNEW they weren’t my mother’s as she wore some kind of girdle. I almost gave myself away when I started to ask my father who they belonged to... but I managed to cover my gaffe. I was soon to find out that they belonged to one of the Grandchildren of the people who owned the house next door. The girl, Maggie, whose family lived in the deep South, had attended college in Boston. She had a job at home for the Summer and wouldn’t be able to spend time with her grandparents but still wanted to see (and spend time at) the water. My Mother had seen the girl standing in front of her Grandparents house (It was a Summer bungalow and hadn’t been opened for the season) looking wistfully at the water. She ended up going out to talk with her and ended up inviting her to stay for a few days. That was OK by me. Even though I only saw her for a week of two each Summer and wasn’t particularly pretty, she was a “fun person” and had always been able to blend in with the regular Summer kids. She’d also “blossomed” in a number of ways and seeing those panties was certainly a turn on.

After unloading my things from the car I went looking for Elle. She and Maggie were sitting in her back yard, talking. When I pulled up a lawn chair I picked a spot where I could get a good view of the washline. Elle must’ve saved up a lot because all the lines were full. On the line that I was facing there were at least a dozen pair of panties, mostly the Carter’s cotton ones. Even though I knew all about them I had a hard time keeping my eyes off them. One thing that was clearly evident was the yellowish tinge in the crotch of all of them. Seeing them, and knowing why they were like that, got me started on a soft, but uncomfortable, bulge.

Our area was a Summer destination. Population would grow four fold from Winter to Summer. The influx came after the local schools let out for the Summer. Since it was early June, none of the Summer regulars were there yet so we pretty much had to entertain ourselves. My mother invited Elle to dinner to eat with Maggie and me and I remember sitting on the floor of the front porch playing some sort of card game. Maggie, being a proper Southern girl, had changed into a dress for dinner and, during the game, gave me some interesting peeks. The unfortunate part about Maggie being there was that I never really got to see Elle alone but for a few minutes when I walked her home. Fortunately, Maggie left the next day. Unfortunately, I never got a chance to inspect the panties that I’d seen on the line.

As I said, our area was Summer destination. Summer help usually didn’t start work until the last week of June. Elle’s mother, who also worked at the drug store, gave up some of her hours to get Elle back in the swing of things as well as to earn some spending money. I was headed back to the gas station with what I hoped would be a very lucrative job. Cliff, the owner (and also driver of my racecar), had sold the property to the oil company that sold him the gasoline. The deal was predicated on the company building a three bay garage with an office and modern rest rooms that they would lease back to him. One of the three bays was to house a car wash and I was to “manage” that part for him. On top of my salary I was to get a commission on each car washed. I was really excited... until I got home. There had been a delay in construction and the only thing that Cliff was able to do was to pump gas. I wasn’t needed... yet.

So, here I was, faced with owing my Grandfather for the “loans” he’d made to me during the school year, and no income. That also put a crimp in just about everything I wanted to do. As much as I detested it I ended up working for my Father doing maintenance on and around the house and dock. My Father treated me just like an employee. I had to be ready to work at 8am; got a half hour for lunch and worked until 5pm. After just one day I realized how easy I’d had it when working at the market and at the gas station. I remember being incredibly thankful when Sunday finally arrived.

There just wasn’t enough time to do everything I wanted to do. My Grandfather’s horses were racing at one of the tracks just outside the city and I wanted to see them in actual races. There was the racecar to work on and, of course, Elle. I managed to, at least, eat lunch with her each day but time at night was at a premium. To see the horse races my Father and Grandfather would leave around 5:30 to 6pm and we usually didn’t get back until around midnight. Leaving at that time barely gave me a chance to shower and eat. Because the gas station was still under construction, we had to work on the racecar at one of the crew member’s homes. For a while I had a problem with my car so had to rely on rides to and from the guy’s house and was at the whim of the driver. So, in spite of wanting to be home so I could be with Elle, it wasn’t working out as I’d hoped.

Now, that’s not to say we didn’t get any quality time together but it was always under less than optimum conditions... like her front porch or on the beach if it was warm enough out at night. Not having a car really sucked! There’s nothing much in my memory bank for these few weeks that’s worth writing about so I’ll just move on...

To be continued...

SPRING... Finishing out the year (Part 22c)

For some reason, the memories of that Spring are vague and, in spite of trying to sort them out and make some semblance of order out of them, I can’t. I do have some specific instances that were (and are) memorable for varying reasons and I’ll relate them as best as I can.

I know Elle declined my invitation for Spring party. She didn’t particularly enjoy Winter party and the wild actions of the fraternity brothers. That, and the fact that there was something that was happening on her own campus that she wanted to take in. That left me ”free“, if you could call it that. As a pledge, I was required to be a ”slave“ and act on the behest of any ”brother“ during the weekend. I didn’t particularly enjoy that even though it provided me the opportunity to see some interesting actions by the brothers. The best view I got was when one brother had his date sit on his lap and straddling him. She did have her panties on and that caught my attention more than anything else.

The highlight of the weekend came after it was officially over. For some reason, the administration decreed that the weekend was officially over at 2pm on Sunday. There were still some girls on campus after that hour and that included my roommate, Bob’s, girlfriend. My ”slave“ duties were over at 2pm, as well, and I headed back to my room to get some much needed sleep. When I walked into the room with our bunks I saw Susan’s open suitcase on Bob’s bed. No one was in the study room so I had no idea where they might be. I stood there staring at the open suitcase and, right on top, was a pair of light lavender panties. It was like they were purposely put there to tempt me. I darted out into the hall and called Bob’s name and, not hearing a reply, ran back to the bed. I carefully noted just how the panties were folded as I picked them up. As I held them up to inspect them I immediately saw a stain in the crotch. It was about the size of a half dollar and as I touched the crotch I found it to be somewhat stiff. It was, obviously, cum. Now, an interesting thing about Bob and I as roommates... we never got into just ”how far“ we’d gone with our respective girlfriends. I now knew how far Bob had gone!

But I was also very interested in the panties themselves. There were lace appliques on the front about where the hip bones would be. I checked the label and they were made by Kayser and were size 6. Susan was taller than Elle but didn’t look bigger in the hip area so that was a surprise. Elle wore size 5 in a nylon panty and they fit quite nicely. The panties had a very interesting treatment around the leg openings as well. They did have elastic (very thin) but, instead of lace, there was a flared, narrow layer of nylon. I was intrigued. If it wasn’t Bob’s girlfriend, I might’ve actually taken them. I put them back exactly where they had been and then climbed up into my bunk and went to sleep. The panties must’ve left a pleasant impression as I woke up to find I ‘d had a wet dream.

Another memory of that Spring was on a quick visit to see Elle. Donny, my classmate who lived in the same town as Elle’s college, was on the baseball team and couldn’t get home all that often. After a home game on a Saturday when his brother had driven over to see Donny play, he convinced him to drive him home. For some reason, I hadn’t planned on visiting Elle that weekend but happened to run into Donny as he was on his way to his room to get his things. He told me what he was doing and invited me to go with them. There was no time to contact Elle but I decided to just do it anyway. By the time we arrived at Elle’s campus it was almost 5pm. Neither Elle nor her roommates were in their room when the girl at the desk checked. Being close to dinner time I headed for the SU. There were about a dozen wide steps leading to the entrance doors. Because it was finally getting warmer and the fact that the cafeteria didn’t open until 5:30pm, there were a lot of girls sitting on the steps, sunning themselves. It was an upskirt voyeur’s dream come true! As I approached I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were at least a half dozen girls in skirts (or dresses) sitting with their legs either tucked up under their chins or with them slightly spread. I didn’t know where to look first. I’m sure I was blushing as i made my way (slowly) up the steps. I remember one girl in particular as she turned around (while still seated) to look at someone behind her. With the sun shining on her, I got a slow motion "free show". The front crotchline seemed especially high on her abdomen, almost as high as the one on Elle’s sanitary pants. The image (and memory) were burned into my brain.

Becuse I hadn’t let Elle know that I was coming over she’d made plans to go to an informal party at her new Sorority house. I finally caught up with her around 9pm or so. We spent the time until curfew in the SU lounge. It was nowhere near as crowded as it was during the winter. We got one of our favorite seats but Elle was wearing a ”package“. It took me a bit of persuasion to get her to go to the bathroom to at least take off the sanitary panties and pads. She was ”nice“ in that she didn’t wipe but ”playing“ with her while wearing the heavy Carter’s cotton panties was a bit of a let down. I don’t remember much else other than staying at Donnie’s house. I don’t think I even got to see Elle before we headed back to school.

That’s about it for that Spring.

To be continued...

SPRING... Finishing out the year (Part 22b)

One thing I do remember from this was that it really felt good. I was totally spent afterwards. I made quite a mess with most of it in Elle’s slip and skirt. I didn’t escape totally but my pants were still wearable. We debated about going back to Elle’s dorm so she could change but she thought it would be better to wait. She didn’t want to have to explain and felt that if we waited until lunch time there was a better chance that her roommates wouldn’t be around. I do remember persuading her to sit so I could see her panties. We were both sitting yoga style, facing each other, and I found a soft bulge building in my pants after a fairly short time. I was surprised. I remember discussing our preliminary Summer plans. I’d briefly thought about working with my Grandfather’s horses but, sitting there with Elle, getting a beautiful view of her panties, it seemed remote. I wanted to spend as much time as I possibly could with her and I couldn’t do both. Elle, on the other hand, was all set to go back to the drug store. Talking about it made me want to wish the time away.

Speaking of time, noon came quickly. We hadn’t eaten any of the stuff we’d brought with us and decided that we didn’t want to carry it back. We both got up on our knees, sitting on the calves of our legs. I had to give up my perfect view but was hungry enough to do so willingly. It didn’t take long to finish everything up but when we started to gather up the bedspread that we’d been on, Elle let out a little sound. I looked up at her and she had a sheepish grin on her face. She quickly squatted back down and I knew exactly what was happening. I watched her make sure the hem of her skirt was out from under her but I was disappointed that I really couldn’t see anything. I took a deep breath... than asked if I could watch. I remember feeling embarrassed and that my face was flushed. She was already going but managed to turn a bit towards me. I couldn’t see her panties but could see the stream of pee and a puddle start on the ground under her. My soft bulge became very hard!

She’d brought a pair of the Carter’s cotton panties with her. When she pulled them out of her bag I kind of knew she expected something like this to happen. That made me feel really good. I’ll admit I was disappointed that I didn’t get to see more when she pulled them up and over the wet panties. We did an ”inspection” of each other before we started back. The cum on my pants was pretty much dry and the spots could have been just about anything. As far as Elle was concerned, I honestly couldn’t see anything. Most of the “mess” had been caught in her slip. Because she was wearing a flowered print skirt, any stains were hidden.

Surprisingly, we passed quite a few people on our way back. It’s amazing how our minds work. We were both really self conscious, sure that someone would see the stains and know what we’d done. Once back at the dorm, Elle headed downstairs to her room. When she got there she was surprised to find Nancy and Carol. That ended her plan for changing... anything. She reappeared, upstairs, with kind of a hopeless look on her face. I didn’t have anything to offer in the way of advice so we ended up sitting on the low wall that lined the walk to the dorm. The sun was at at it’s highest point and the unexpected warmth felt good. We stayed there for quite a while. Initially, I didn’t know it, but Elle was hoping that Nancy and Carol would leave the room and allow her to finally change. Maybe a half hour passed when, finally, Elle stood up. She’d managed to pull the hem of her skirt out so it wouldn’t get wet but when she stood up, the wall told the story. I noticed it right away but didn’t want to embarrass her so didn’t point it out. The sight of it did start another soft bulge though.

We really didn’t know what to do with ourselves. There were a number of sporting events taking place and I, somewhat bored with just sitting, suggested we go watch the baseball game. It was quite a walk. The facility was quite primitive with just a few rows of wooden seats and no plumbing at all. I noticed that, right away. I also did a quick calculation on how long it’d been since Elle last pee’d. We ended up sitting on the seats behind the visitors team, by accident. There was no one on them but us. I just knew what was going to be happening, and quite soon. I know I could’ve brought the “time” issue up with Elle on the way out but, knowing that the panties she was wearing were already damp, I chose to keep my mouth shut. Sitting there, I was conjuring up a scenario that might play out and those thoughts, again, started a soft bulge.

The game held no interest for me and my only thoughts were on what would happen when Elle recognized that she would have to pee. I know it wasn’t very nice of me and the best I can offer as an excuse is, as I mentioned above, the fact that her panties were already damp. Uncharacteristically, I’d overlooked the potential for embarrassment for Elle. I don’t remember how long it took but I do remember her leaning over and whispering that she had a “problem“. Simultaneously, we both looked over our shoulders for some place to hide. There wasn’t any, not even some trees. It was a big, open field with a chain link fence that kept people from tumbling down the hill at one side and from getting into peoples back yards on the other. Elle had pulled her skirt out from under herself when we sat down and, without a word, I watched her slide forward on the seat. The next thing I knew (and saw) was a puddle forming on the part of the benches where we rested our feet. I remember looking at her face and seeing her staring out on the field as if she was really interested in what was going on.

We sat there, like that, for awhile, without saying anything. I knew that, because of the cotton panties she’d added earlier, she was going to be uncomfortably wet on our way back. When she stood up I tried to run my hand up her inside thighs but she managed to pull away. We took our time in getting back to her dorm and, fortunately for her, her roommates were gone. When she finally reappeared she was wearing a pair of bermunda shorts, trying to take advantage of the warm weather. When I stood up and embraced her I found that she had on a ”package“. I couldn’t really complain, what with what I seen and experienced earlier.

I’m really not sure what we did that evening. Somewhere along the timeline of that Spring I remember going to some sort of an all campus affair. In any case, whatever it was wasn’t memorable enough for me to remember.

To be continued...

SPRING... Finishing out the year (Part 22a)

I know that Elle and I did get together before our respective Spring breaks but I have no memory of what transpired. I had mixed emotions about my plans for the break as they called for me to visit my Grandparents as I had done for the past few years. What I haven’t made much of is that, as my Grandfather’s horse racing stable continued to grow, so did my interest in horses. It was my previous Spring visits to North Carolina, where the horses Winter trained, that had really spiked my interest. For this visit it had been arranged that I would spend the whole week actually working with the horses and I was really excited about it. My Grandfather felt that I needed to do it to see if my interest was real or just a fleeting whim. The problem was with Elle. I really wanted to spend time with her. But, luck was with me.

Elle’s old friend from home, Nan, who was at college with her had decided that college really wasn’t her cup of tea. She was going to finish out the semester and then enroll at an airline stewardess school. Knowing that there was no way to tell where that career would lead her, she invited Elle to go to Florida with her, again. That way they could have some time together to reminisce. It was a perfect solution for both of us. We’d have something to keep us busy and not just moping around thinking about each other.

There were two things that were unique to this visit. One was that my brother wouldn’t be with me. His Spring break fell at a different time. The second was that there was no one at the hotel my Grandparents stayed at that was even remotely close to my age. It didn’t really matter as by 8pm I was tired enough to go to bed. I had to rely on the memories of my good times with Elle.

Once back at school I wasted no time in setting up a visit to go see Elle the first weekend after we got back. I had run into an upperclassman at my school who had started dating a girl from Elle’s school and he, for a fee, was more than willing to make the trip. The weather was nicer than was normally expected for mid April which led Elle and I to put together some snacks and head for the “Pines” where we'd gone a few times during the Fall. I was surprised that more people weren’t there and that worked well for us. We were able to find a secluded place that actually had a modicum of sun to help us stay warm and comfortable. I didn’t have to ask Elle to wear a skirt and, as we headed to the “Pines” I wondered what she had chosen to wear under it. I didn’t have to wait long to find out as when she spread an old bedspread for us to sit on, she squatted down and gave me a “free show”. Just the anticipation had me started on a “bulge” and when I got my view, it fully blossomed. Elle noticed and had a smirky smile on her face as I joined her on the ground. Once we had convinced ourselves that we were somewhat hidden, we ended up in an embrace while lying on the ground. Because it had been a fair amount of time since we’d been together, we were both pretty much satisfied to stay that way for a while. I do remember running one of my fingers under her chin and around her ears. Being ticklish, that made her want to get away and she ended up standing. I continued to lie on my back and eventually Elle came back and stood over me, straddling my hips. I couldn’t really see anything so I motioned for her to squat down to sit on me. When she did I got a “up close and personal” look at her panties. As I said, they were nylon but there was something different about them. I’d seen quite a few of her panties, either on her or on the washline and they were all “generic”. By that I mean there was no lace either in the form of an applique or around the legs on any of them. However, I was looking at lace around the leg openings. I don’t remember just how I segued into asking about them but it led Elle to tell me about her time with Nan.

As it turned out, Nan’s older sister had brought her roommate home from her college. As I remember it, both of the girls were into partying. Elle didn’t drink at all and I don’t think Nan was into it much either. In any case, they all ended up driving to Fort Lauderdale, which at that time was “THE” place to be on Spring break. Elle didn’t admit to anything but somehow they all ended up in some pool. I don’t remember, now, who knew someone but they ended up getting dry clothes with which to go back to Nan’s. When it came time to leave for college, some of the clothes got mixed up and Elle ended up with a pair of “fancy pants”. She didn’t realize it until she was back at school and when she told Nan about it she was told that if they fit to keep them.

After she told the story I asked if I could see them. After checking to see that no one was in sight, she pulled the hem of her skirt up. I immediately liked them! But, when she stood up to show me, she leaked. Not very much but enough for her to know she surely needed a toilet, and soon. We’d been to the “Pines” enough times for me to know that it was about 10 minutes back to the SU (Student Union). I don’t have to tell you that I was as hard as a rock at this point. From somewhere deep down inside me I managed to suggest that she just pee right there and that way she wouldn’t get her legs, socks and shoes wet. Actually, I figured that as intimate as we’d been during the Winter that she’d just pull her panties down and go that way. Nope... she still wasn’t up to getting naked (especially “down there”) in front of a boy... even me.

To be continued...

INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21g)

On my way to get Elle Sunday morning I stopped at the fraternity. There were no girls, at least in sight, but there were three pair of panties hanging from the foyer light. The “brothers” called them “trophies” and there were a few of them admiring the newest batch. I wondered how they were obtained but was afraid to ask. The only scheduled activity at the house was a buffet lunch which gave me (and Elle) a lot of time to kill. She was waiting for me when I got to the house where she was staying. I was happy and pleased that she was wearing a skirt. The weather had remained warm (relatively) so she was willing to make the sacrifice for me (and, believe me, she reminded me of that fact any number of times on the walk to the house).

I had come up with a number of things for us to do to pass the time away. The only one Elle responded positively to was going to the Library... but to do some of her homework... not spend time down in the “dungeon“ where I had hoped to go. The ride back to her school was leaving around 3pm so I was still hoping to get a few ”personal“ minutes with her. I got them, but not the way I’d hoped. We did go back to the fraternity to eat and, while there, Elle heard some of the girls who’d attended the dance talking about how beautifully the gym had been decorated. She asked if we could go take a look. We had to walk down the rest of fraternity row to get to there and it was sadly funny seeing just piles of snow where some really creative sculptures had been.

I thought that she’d used the toilet before we left but she hadn’t. The gym was always open, seven days a week, and was usually active, even on Sundays. But because of the dance and the fact that nothing had been done to put it back to it’s normal state, there was no activity. It was basically deserted except for the pool annex. As soon as we walked into the main gym, where the dance had been held, Elle asked where the bathrooms were. We were at the end where they’d set up a temporary stage which happened to be where the public (as opposed to the locker room) bathrooms were located. She had a pained look on her face which I pretty much knew meant she was about to pee. I pointed her towards where they were and watched as she shuffled away. The bandstand was about at my shoulders and the stairs up to it were right where I was standing. They had draped the base of the whole stage with a maroon material which blocked the view of anyone in the gym from seeing anything behind it. When Elle returned she had one of those sheepish grins on her face. I kind of knew what that meant. I immediately dipped my hand below the hem of her skirt only to have her swat it away. She reminded me that we were out in public, or sort of, and to ”behave myself“. I took her by the hand to show her the decorations and while so doing, pointed out that no one cold see us if we stood behind the stairs. After she’d seen what she’d come to see I led her back to the stage stairs. She was still uncomfortable as my hands dipped under the hem of her skirt. I was excited when I squeezed her butt cheeks. The fact that she was wearing nylon panties told me that it was done for my benefit. When I pulled my right hand around to her front and went in between her legs I got what I’d been hoping for... the crotch was wet. Once inside the panties I managed to hit a ”bulls eye“ on the first pass. That was good and bad. The ”good“ was for her because it really got her going. The ”bad“ was for me in that she could only take a little bit of that type ”action“. My memory of this was that she made me stop and it was over quite fast. But, it was great while it lasted!

Because the bathrooms were empty Elle decided to put her ”package“ on for the trip back to her school. She had everything in her bag and the only thing I got out of it was a peek when I asked her to show me. I got about a 10 second look but, even though I was looking at the sanitary panties and it was short, it was better than nothing.

There really wasn't enough time to go back to the Library so we went back to the fraternity house. Compared to the activity 24 hours prior, it was dead. We actually had our choice of comfortable seats including a sofa. I was wishing then that Elle had waited to prepare for her trip. We did get to cuddle and I even got a couple of good "feels". On a scale of one to five I'd rate the weekend as a six. I did have some good memories to fall back on over the next few weeks.

To be continued...

INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21f)

I slid the sanitary panties and pad (that was attached in the panty) down, savoring the closeness I was to her pubic area. Of course my ”dream“ would’ve been for her to be wearing nylon panties but, given the circumstances, the Carter’s Spanky pants were fine. Still standing, I ran my fingers back and forth in her crotch. I knew that she needed to be somewhat wet for either of us to enjoy a visit of my fingers inside the panties so I asked for a ”squirt“. She made me remove my hand and then closed her eyes. I waited... and waited... and waited. Finally, she asked what time it was. When I told her she said that she was afraid to go as it was almost time for her to visit a bathroom... that if she gave me my ”squirt“, she might not be able to stop. Using the bathroom in the dorm was out, for sure. I’ll admit that I was frustrated at that point. Here I’d taken a big chance on bringing her to my room but now couldn’t do anything I (or she) wanted to do.

We went back into an embrace with me looking over her shoulder. From where I was standing I saw the wastebasket by my desk. I pushed away and went right for it. She gave me one of those ”you’ve gotta be kidding“ looks when I put it down by her feet. After a bit of ”discussion“, she agreed to pee in it while squatting over it... and through her panties. It took some persuasion but, a combination of wanting to please me and knowing she was going to be peeing somewhere very shortly anyway, she agreed.

Most of my ”up close“ and personal” views of her peeing through her panties had been under less than optimum conditions. Not this time. While she hovered over the basket with her skirt up around her waist, I squatted in front of her, my eyes at crotch level. All I can say is that I can still close my eyes and visually see her pee coming through the cotton material. It was fantastic! My “bulge” actually hurt, but I wasn’t about to move.

It’d taken Elle a while to relax enough for her to start to pee. The hovering position was hard on her legs so that when she stopped peeing she stood up. That meant her panties were still dripping when she did. I stepped right up to her and buried my hand in her crotch, rubbing through the wet material. Why I didn’t come I’ll never know. My penis was hurting so bad what with being all cramped up. I finally stepped back and undid my pants, letting them slip to the floor. With that, I backed up to my desk chair, drawing Elle with me. After sitting down I had her straddle me. I pulled her close to me and that made her wet crotch wrap around my penis. I actually remember thinking that it almost felt like when we’d had sex what with the wet warmth.

It only took a minute for it to become sticky, as well as wet and warm. I didn’t want to come but I just couldn’t help it. Even with that we stayed that way for quite a while. I don’t remember what made us get up but when we did we had a bit of cleaning up to do. I asked Elle what she wanted to do. The wetness had wicked its way halfway up the back of her panties. She’d brought a dry pair so, if she was willing to take the wet ones off, she could put the clean ones on and at least be presentable. I presented that idea to her, telling her she could change while I was getting washed up in the bathroom.

When I returned she was fully dressed. I didn’t ask her exactly what she’d done but, just before we left I gave her a big hug (and butt squeeze) and felt the “package”. I wasn’t about to complain, especially in light of what had just transpired. I went out in the hall and then to the front door, to check to see if anyone was around. My heart was pounding. I had Elle go out alone and then just lean against the wall along the pathway as if she were waiting for someone. I followed a few minutes later. There was no one in sight, thank God, but my heart rate didn’t get back to normal until we were almost to the bottom of the hill.

We’d decided not to attend the big dance. I don’t even remember who was playing. Elle didn’t have a dress and wasn’t comfortable with asking to borrow one. I was happy for two reasons... one being money saved and the other was the potential to get “up close and personal” with Elle. However, the latter never came to pass. As a “pledge“ I really didn’t have any rights within the fraternity. That meant that if and when I did find a place to get cozy, a ”brother“ could (and did) make me (us) move. With Elle by my side I couldn’t even get any decent ”peeks“ at the ”brother’s“ dates later on when things got ”interesting“, like they had the night before. Elle had no problems, visiting the ladies room almost hourly. I made a few feeble attempts to peek in at her through the phone room door but ended up having a few ”brothers” want to see what I was looking at. It didn’t make me very happy knowing they were peeking at Elle so I stopped even trying.

Elle, being a non drinker, wasn’t comfortable with some of what took place as the evening wore on so we left. I had visions of at least being alone with Elle in the front parlor of the house she was staying at. Even that modest idea was shot down as we were greeted at the door by the Professor’s wife. I even asked if I could come in and she said she didn't think it was a good idea. It was a long walk back to the dorm!

When I walked in I saw the waste basket. I’d never given a thought about emptying it when we were leaving so that was the first thing I did. Mine was the upper bunk and since Bob was usually the first to bed, I usually didn’t turn on the light when I walked in. I don’t know why I did on this night but when I did, there, hanging on a knob of the dresser, was the wet pair of panties that Elle had been wearing. Even with all Elle’s “accidents” I’d been a party to I don’t think I ever had my hands on a damp pair when all alone. They’d started to dry and there was yellow line that showed how far the wetness had gone. I looked at them for quite a while... a minute, at least... and then held them up to my nose. It was a strange smell but I liked it. By then my bulge was at a maximum and my penis wanted out of it’s constraints. I turned off the lights, took off my pants and climbed into my bunk, panties in hand. It only took a short time for me to achieve “relief” and to fall asleep.

I woke up once during the night and, initially, couldn’t recognize the aroma that filled my nostrils. The panties were down by my side and as soon as I got them in my hand I was back at it again. After that, I had no trouble sleeping, for sure!

To be continued...

INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21e)

I spent my night working as a “slave” for the “brothers. It wasn’t all that bad and I did enjoy watching some of the ”antics“ of the ”brothers“ and their dates as they got drunker and drunker. Roger’s date (the Rita Hayworth look alike) especially caught my attention. I tried to get some peeks through the door by the phone but was pretty much thwarted by the ”brothers“. It didn’t matter as by the early morning there were much better ”views“ as any number of ”brother’s“ and their dates had passed out in varying positions on the porch, living room and floors. The best one was where the house president had passed out on one of the sofas with his date. He had his arms wrapped around her with her pantied butt hanging over the side. His upper arm had somehow swept her skirt up around her waist exposing almost all of her panties. I made any number of passes through the living room checking them out.

I was back at the fraternity early Saturday morning for two reasons. One was that the pledges were supposed to clean up (somewhat) the mess from the night before and the other was that I wanted to be available for a call from Billy about when he and Elle would be arriving. Everybody who was up was quite upset as the weather had turned warm and that it was raining. Two of the biggest events for Winter party depended on it being cold. One was the snow sculpture competition and the other was the hockey game with our biggest rival. We didn’t have artificial ice and had to depend on the weather being cold enough for the outdoor rink to freeze. It had been frozen up to then. But the rain was threatening to destroy it by making it too mushy to skate on. As far as the sculptures were concerned, the warmth made any appendage fall off and the sculpting details melt into the body of the work. As a pledge I’d had to help get the snow into a pile so that our fraternity ”artists“ could do their job, so I was also upset.

Elle finally arrived around 11am. The rain had let up by then so I decided to walk her downtown to her room before lunch. It was so sad to see the damage that the warm and wet weather had done to the sculptures. People would drive for miles just to see the displays. I tried to explain to Elle just what some of the masses of snow were supposed to depict .When we finally got to the house we were greeted by the daughter, Julia. She wouldn’t let me even carry Elle’s bag upstairs to her room. I was a little surprised by that but didn’t say anything. Elle had arrived wearing a skirt but when she came downstairs she was wearing wool slacks. Even though it was relatively warmer than it had recently been, it was a damp cold and the almost mile walk had chilled her. The excitement I’d felt upon seeing her wearing a skirt was now disappointment.

We walked back and ate lunch at the fraternity. The rumor was that they were still going to try and play the hockey game but, after we discussed it, decided against walking all the way down there only to possibly find out that it had been called off. It was pretty much the same for quite a few of the ”brothers“ and their dates which meant a lot of them just remained at the house. Seniority begat privileges and that translated into the seniors (and their dates) getting the best seats with the juniors getting what was left etc, etc. Elle and I ended up in the dining room which didn’t afford us much in the way of privacy or comfort. About mid afternoon I asked Elle if she wanted to go see where my new dorm was located. The rain and drizzle had pretty much stopped so she said ”yes“. On the way up the hill I remembered that the RA (Resident Advisor) for this dorm was also the Manager of the hockey team. That meant that he wouldn’t be in or around the dorm. Even though I knew females weren’t allowed into the dorms I felt pretty sure I could show Elle my new room without getting caught.

At the dorm I left her at the dorway and made a quick check to see if anyone was around and visable. With a deep breath I quickly ran back to Elle and almost dragged her inside. My room was, again, on the first floor but in the back of the building. Once inside the room I gave her a big hug and kiss. I wanted to take her coat off right away but she was still cold so I had to wait to get really close to her. When she finally got warm I pushed her coat off her shoulders and pulled her close to me. Naturally, my hands went right to her butt cheeks. I squeezed them a few times and then moved my hands towards the center. I should’ve expected it but I didn’t. She was wearing a ”package“. I could feel the slight stiffness of the plastic crotch of the sanitary panties and also the ”wad“ of the pad. I pushed back from her and gave her a sad look. She gave me a smirky look back and then asked just how ”safe“ we were in the room. With Bob away I couldn’t think of anyone else who might come looking for me so I told her ”very“. With that she then undid her belt and pants button. Then she looked at me with a ”come on“ look. I went right for the zipper and, even though I was greeted by the sanitary panties, it was enough to create a huge bulge.

To be continued

INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21d)

Snow and an all Freshman class Saturday exam thwarted my plans to visit Elle following my giving her the ring. The next time to see her was at my college’s Winter House party. Now this will take a bit of explanation... Even though the school’s administration made provisions to house the female guests of the Freshmen in the Fall, they didn’t for the Winter (or Spring) party. That meant that we were on our own to find rooms for our guests or girlfriends. It wasn’t all that bad as each fraternity maintained a list of potential homes that took girls in for the weekend. The problem with that was that all the ”brothers“ (members) had first choice and the new ”pledges“ were left with the dregs.

As ”pledges“ we were now allowed into the fraternity house when invited. We couldn’t just show up and go and watch TV. However, when it came time for party weekends it was sort of an open invitation (with the exception of food for which we had to pay). In fact, all ”pledges“ were expected to participate. There was an inducement to have a date because if a pledge didn’t, they had to act as ”slaves” to the Brothers for the weekend. I didn’t like the idea of spending money for a room and food but I surely wanted to see Elle and didn’t fancy the idea of playing “slave”.

I ended up with the last name on the list for a room for Elle. It was the home of a German professor and his family. No one knew anything about the room since it was the first time they were doing this. I was excited because of the fact that it was a single and with Elle’s “problem” it avoided potential embarrassment for her. My new roommate, Bob, had to go home to celebrate some major family function so having Elle room with his girlfriend, which would’ve worked, was out. I was greeted at the door by a tall, big boned woman with black hair. She appeared to be very nice, explaining that this was their first venture at doing this. Their son had joined the Army after graduating from High School and they had cleared his room out and were looking to rent it out full time. The lady took me upstairs to see it and, even though it was small, it was more than adequate. While there I noticed that the large room next to it was in the process of being renovated. It had been her daughter’s room but, with the death of her mother in law who lived with them, they were moving her into the back of the house and into her old room. She said she hoped the room would be ready for the Fall semester to be rented out to two students. At that time I had no idea how that piece of information would come into play for me.

Billy, my Summer sailing friend from home, had volunteered to pick Elle up on his way back from getting his own girlfriend that Friday afternoon. That was a big help in that Billy didn’t charge me anything when he was able to do it. But, that bugaboo, snow, came into the picture once again. Even though the weather at school was relatively nice, Billy ran into a bad storm on his way and decided to wait until Saturday morning to come back rather than take unnecessary chances in the snow. I was at the fraternity waiting for them when the call from Billy came in. It disappointed me and gave me problems in trying to reach Elle to give her the news.

As you entered the fraternity you walked into a fairly large foyer. The dining room was to the right and the living room to the left. There were two doorways on the wall facing the doorway. The one on the left led to a small room which was designated for females whenever they were in the house. Attached to that room was a small bathroom with a toilet and sink. The doorway to the left was, at one time, a hallway to that bathroom. Now it was, for lack of another name, the phone booth, where there was one coin phone on the right hand wall at the very back. This also served as the coat room with hooks along both walls all the way to the back. At the end of the hallway was a wooden door. In one way it reminded me of our front door at home which had 15 panes of glass in it. However, there was no glass in this door. It had been replaced by wooden panels.

It was almost time for the dinner meal and there were a lot of female guests milling about as I began trying to reach Elle. I was on the phone talking with the girl who had answered her dorm phone when one of the “brothers” came in and physically moved me aside and, strangely, put his eye up to the door. He stayed that way for a minute or so and then left without saying anything. As I continued to wait for someone to find Elle back at her dorm, I looked closely at the door, all the time wondering what the guy had been doing. There were all kinds of “scratching” in the wood with names and telephone numbers but I didn’t see anything that would cause someone to look that closely it. It was only a few minutes later when another “brother” came in and pretty much did the same thing. By the time I finally got to speak to Elle a few more “brothers” did somewhat the same. I asked one what he was doing and was told that I’d find out, in time.

I’d become friendly with Pete, one of the Senior “brother’s” during “rush” week and he’d volunteered to help me any time ia had a question. I sought him out to solve the door “mystery”. At first he gave me a hard time but finally relented and told me to look closely at the right hand panel in the third row down... to look for a small indentation about the size of a pencil lead... and then put my eye up to it...

Roger, one of the brothers, was dating an absolutely beautiful girl who, in some ways, resembled Rita Hayworth in her prime. (Remember, this is 1956) I watched her moving about both before and after the meal and was “taken” by her in two ways... her looks and... a fantastic VPL (visible panty line). She was wearing beige slacks that were way tighter than I could remember ever seeing. VPL’s, for me, were usually when a girl bent over. In this girl’s case I could see it as she walked. WOW! In any case, the “brother” who had told me what to look for on the door happened to see this girl go into the ladies lounge. He found me and told me to go see if I could find it. There was no one at the phone when I walked in so I counted down the panels and found the “spot”. I put my eye up to it and saw a female sitting sideways on the toilet. Almost immediately she stood up and faced my direction. I could clearly see her “bush” and watched as she proceed to pull her panties up, separate from her pants. I was sure they were nylon as there was an applique on one side and I’d never seen one on cotton panties. I couldn’t help it but I had the beginnings of a pretty decent bulge. Later, when I saw her walking around, I just visualized her in her panties and not with the pants. It helped make my lonely night at least tolerable.

To be continued...