DECEMBER... (Part 30a)
December at school, for the most part, is lost somewhere in my memory bank. I do know my ulcer improved and I began to gain some weight back and I also remember my grades starting to improve. I’m sure I got over to see Elle at least once but I can recall none of the details. The only thing I remember clearly is running into Mrs T. (she and her husband let me store my car at their farm back in the early Fall) and being invited to dinner the weekend before going home for Christmas. At first I declined but once I got thinking about their daughter, Joanne, I figured, “why not?”. I made the mistake of telling my mother and she insisted that I bring a gift. Nineteen year olds are not very good at that sort of thing so she offered to find something appropriate and to mail it to me. At the same time she sent a gift for Mrs.B., the lady who had been feeding me because of the ulcer.
Mrs T. arranged to pick me up the night of the dinner. I remember that it had snowed all day because John and I had shoveled off the front porch roof of the house where we were living. Because snow was something that the people who lived in the area were used to it didn’t seem to be a problem for them. I remember when we drove in the yard and. being somewhat amazed at the huge piles of snow. Being on a farm they had a tractor with a bucket loader and instead of just pushing it aside they would end up making piles of snow. Once inside the house the wonderful smell of home cooking permeated the air. Not taking anything away from Mrs. B., but this was special. The dining room table had a table cloth and places were set with silverware. It reminded me of Thanksgiving.
I was glad Joanne was busy in the kitchen when I gave Mrs T. the present. I’d done some embarrassing things in my life up to that time but I truly wanted to disappear after she opened it. I brought the wrong one. I’d brought the one for Mrs. B and it was a peignoir set. (She and my mother were close friends) Not exactly a proper gift for a teen age boy to be giving a lady he hardly knew. If I’d walked out of a sauna I wouldn’t have been any hotter than I was right then and there. I had no place to hide and Mrs T. was almost as embarrassed as me. Somehow I managed to explain before Mr T. came in or Joanne got to see it. It was not a good start to our evening.
Dinner was delicious. Like I said, it was almost like a Thanksgiving dinner only we had chicken... one of their own. I hadn’t told Mrs T. about my ulcer but everything we had to eat was on my allowed diet. I would’ve eaten it anyway, just to be polite. Joanne had been almost as shy as when I first met her in the Fall but she soon warmed up to me. We sat at the table for a while and had a pleasant conversation, mostly Mr. T talking about the plight of the farmer. It’s kind of ironic in thinking back on it now as some things never change. In any case he got up to go move some more snow. I asked if there was something I could do to help and was told “no”. Before he ever got to the door the phone rang. It was one of Mrs. T’s relatives who worked for the county highway department as a dispatcher for the snow plows. He called to say that it’d be a while until they could plow the road that went past their house as all his equipment was being diverted to keep the state highway open. Mrs. T explained to me that when the snow was really bad he’ d usually send a plow down their road an extra time or two but he couldn’t and that he told her not to go out as the drifts were really bad. I sat there listening to that wondering what I was supposed to do. I guess Mrs. T. saw the concern on my face because she almost immediately said there were two extra beds for me what with their other two daughters away at college. My concern quickly changed to a hidden glee as I realized that I’d get to peek in at least one of their dressers. There was a family picture portrait in the hall and I’d noticed it in past visits. All three of the girls were pretty so it didn’t really matter which room I got. From that point on I almost couldn’t wait to go to bed.
I figured I better call the fraternity and leave a message for my roommate. The phone was in the hall and that gave me another opportunity to look at the picture. While I was calling Joanne decided to go upstairs. My eyes followed her up the stairs and even though the lighting wasn’t the greatest I did get a peek at her panties. I wanted to put the phone down right then and there and get upstairs to whichever room it was that I was going to sleep in but I had to wait for someone to pick up the phone back at the house. Our college was known as a “suitcase” college in that on weekends, most guys would take off for one of the co-ed or girls colleges which meant there weren’t many people around. By the time I left the message Mrs. T was ready to show me which room I’d be in. She gave me the room right by the bathroom so if I needed it during the night I wouldn’t have a problem. It turned out to be a good choice for two reasons, one of which I hadn’t given any thought to. The bathroom door was closed when we got there. Mrs. T left me with a towel and washcloth and headed back down the hall to her room which was right by the top of the stairs. I decided to just stand just inside the door and wait for whoever it was that was in the bathroom. I only waited for a few seconds when Joanne walked out... with just a towel across her front. I don’t think she saw me but I sure saw her and her nice round butt cheeks. I would’ve liked it even more if she’d had on panties but it was still a thrill.
To be continued...
Monday, January 28, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29f)
Although Elle and I had no specific plans for Saturday, I had wanted to get to see her as early as possible. However, my grandfather had plans for me. A couple of men in his town had seen the success he’d had with his racehorses and decided to get into the sport themselves. One owned some undeveloped property across the river and had built his own horse training facility. He’d been after my grandfather to take a look at it and, with my interest in horses, decided that with me available now would be a good time. As we left the house, one of my “wishes” came true in that I got to see the lady whose pale yellow panties had caught my eye early Thanksgiving morning. She was older than I’d hoped but was fairly attractive even to a nineteen year old. Now I had a face to go with the panties.
The horse facilities were quite nice and I could tell that my grandfather was impressed. I was given the opportunity to “jog” one of the horses. I’d not done that since I’d visited my grandparents in North Carolina during my Spring break from school. That’s all it took to get me excited about horses all over again. On our way back to the house my grandfather quickly picked up on it and, more or less, made me commit to visiting with him again in the coming Spring.
Back at the house I could see that the lady next door had hung out some wash and among it were some panties. The only thing was that the washline was on the far side of the house. There was no legitimate reason at all for me to go over into that yard so all I could do was grab a few long distance peeks. What I didn’t know was that the lady was a hairdresser and on Saturdays made house visits and that my grandmother was one of her customers. Right after lunch she asked me to run over next door and to let the lady know she was ready for her. I couldn’t believe it. It was almost too good to be true. Even though I wanted to get on my way to see Elle I was more than willing to run an errand that would provide me with a chance to see panties up close. I’m pretty sure that it was the first time I’d seen “Days of the Week” panties, at least a whole group of them at once. The one thing that I remember clearly was that they were mostly pastel colors. I also remember being caught staring at them from her porch when I was leaving after delivering the message. I hesitated at the top step and then heard her ask if the was anything wrong. Hearing her words I know I blushed beet red and bounded down the stairs, never once looking back.
The news of the suicide traveled quickly and some of the Summer residents had come out to take a look. I have no idea what they thought they would see but they came anyway. Since the only year round homes were those of Elle’s and my families, the people would stop in to supposedly say “hello”. The real reason was to use the bathroom. With no one home at my house they all stopped at Elle’s. Her mother was at work and Elle was left to deal with them by herself... until I got there. It sure didn’t make either of us happy but I was probably more unhappy than Elle as I saw my last hours of being truly alone with her slowly slipping away without much of any amorous satisfaction. We knew the evening was lost as I had to attend a delayed 80th birthday party for my grandfather. All the local relatives were going to be there and the only way I’d be allowed to miss it was if I were dead.
As far as Sunday was concerned I got to see Elle for a short time before she left to go back to school. I had to bring my car back to be stored in our garage until the Christmas break and had about a half hour with her. Unfortunately her mother was in and about the whole time and all we could do was to sneak a mild kiss from time to time. Even though there were some good memories of our time at home all I could think about on my trip back was what might have been.
To be continued...
Although Elle and I had no specific plans for Saturday, I had wanted to get to see her as early as possible. However, my grandfather had plans for me. A couple of men in his town had seen the success he’d had with his racehorses and decided to get into the sport themselves. One owned some undeveloped property across the river and had built his own horse training facility. He’d been after my grandfather to take a look at it and, with my interest in horses, decided that with me available now would be a good time. As we left the house, one of my “wishes” came true in that I got to see the lady whose pale yellow panties had caught my eye early Thanksgiving morning. She was older than I’d hoped but was fairly attractive even to a nineteen year old. Now I had a face to go with the panties.
The horse facilities were quite nice and I could tell that my grandfather was impressed. I was given the opportunity to “jog” one of the horses. I’d not done that since I’d visited my grandparents in North Carolina during my Spring break from school. That’s all it took to get me excited about horses all over again. On our way back to the house my grandfather quickly picked up on it and, more or less, made me commit to visiting with him again in the coming Spring.
Back at the house I could see that the lady next door had hung out some wash and among it were some panties. The only thing was that the washline was on the far side of the house. There was no legitimate reason at all for me to go over into that yard so all I could do was grab a few long distance peeks. What I didn’t know was that the lady was a hairdresser and on Saturdays made house visits and that my grandmother was one of her customers. Right after lunch she asked me to run over next door and to let the lady know she was ready for her. I couldn’t believe it. It was almost too good to be true. Even though I wanted to get on my way to see Elle I was more than willing to run an errand that would provide me with a chance to see panties up close. I’m pretty sure that it was the first time I’d seen “Days of the Week” panties, at least a whole group of them at once. The one thing that I remember clearly was that they were mostly pastel colors. I also remember being caught staring at them from her porch when I was leaving after delivering the message. I hesitated at the top step and then heard her ask if the was anything wrong. Hearing her words I know I blushed beet red and bounded down the stairs, never once looking back.
The news of the suicide traveled quickly and some of the Summer residents had come out to take a look. I have no idea what they thought they would see but they came anyway. Since the only year round homes were those of Elle’s and my families, the people would stop in to supposedly say “hello”. The real reason was to use the bathroom. With no one home at my house they all stopped at Elle’s. Her mother was at work and Elle was left to deal with them by herself... until I got there. It sure didn’t make either of us happy but I was probably more unhappy than Elle as I saw my last hours of being truly alone with her slowly slipping away without much of any amorous satisfaction. We knew the evening was lost as I had to attend a delayed 80th birthday party for my grandfather. All the local relatives were going to be there and the only way I’d be allowed to miss it was if I were dead.
As far as Sunday was concerned I got to see Elle for a short time before she left to go back to school. I had to bring my car back to be stored in our garage until the Christmas break and had about a half hour with her. Unfortunately her mother was in and about the whole time and all we could do was to sneak a mild kiss from time to time. Even though there were some good memories of our time at home all I could think about on my trip back was what might have been.
To be continued...
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29e)
Right after Janie went over to talk to the man, Elle, who had been holding my hand, squeezed it. I turned to look at her and she had her eyes closed and teeth clenched. It only lasted for a few seconds. She then whispered that she needed to get home. We started while Janie was still talking to the man but only made a few steps before she again squeezed my hand and stopped. I stopped too. Within seconds I head the sound of puddling liquid. I looked at Elle's face and it was basically expressionless as she was just staring straight ahead. I just stood there, holding her hand. When Janie finally turned and walked back towards us Elle whispered to me not to move. We stayed there until we saw the ambulance leave. After all the cars had left we started, very slowly, back towards Elle’s house. I, again, took notice of the washline. Even though we’d lost a good part of the afternoon I knew there was still at least few hours before Elle’s parents would be home. That in itself excited me. I just assumed that Janie would head on home but she ended up following Elle and I up the walk to the house. I really wanted to yell at her, telling her to go on home, but I didn’t. Once inside Elle excused herself and went upstairs. That made me even madder at Janie. I’d hoped to at least get to rub Elle’s wet panties and maybe even get to see them. After all, I was pretty sure that she’d put on a pair of the heavy cotton for my benefit. After a few minutes I heard the inevitable sound of the toilet flushing and was a bit depressed. Just before Elle came downstairs the phone rang. It was Janie’s grandmother wanting to know the news about the ambulance. Janie took that as a hint to head for home, only it was about 10 minutes too late for me.
After Elle reappeared she got the idea to call her mother to tell her about the “excitement” and to see if she couldn’t find out what had gone on. Elle’s father was a member of the volunteer Fire Department and she had recognized some of the men who’d been at the site. Once she finished with that I hoped we could get into something much more personal. We did make it as far as the daybed/sofa before the phone rang again. Elle answered it and I heard her let out a sort of alarmed cry. (The only phone was in the kitchen and I couldn’t see her from the front room.) I jumped up and ran back to where she was. The look on her face was of pure shock. She wasn’t talking at all, just staring at the floor with her eyes wide open. I remember calling her name and when she didn’t respond, took the phone from her. There was no one on the line. I actaully had to shake her by the shoulders to get her to respond.
The “accident” just down the road was anything but an accident. Barbara’s father had committed suicide by hanging himself in the garage. I was shocked as well but nowhere near as much as Elle. I’d been exposed to death when my one grandmother had died but no one in Elle’s family had died since she’d been born and no one she really knew had either. The fact that she was a friend of Barbara’s and had met her father any number of times was one reason for her taking it so hard. But the real reason for it was in the way he had died... by his own hand in the form of suicide. In hearing that I knew exactly why we’d been chased away from the site earlier in the afternoon.
The only thing that brought her out of her “funk” was that her mother called back again and told her to remind her to take the wash in before it got damp again. When Elle “recruited” me to help I was as happy as I could be. The instructions were to take down and fold anything that was dry and to hang the damp things in the basement. We started with the sheets and then her father's shirts followed by both her mother’s and her blouses. That left just the underwear. Her mother had already sorted it before she hung it up. There was no doubt about which were Elle’s panties. I’d done a quick count in my head about how many there might be and actually came close. I figured on the ones she’d brought home from college and then what she’d worn since then. I knew she washed on Saturday’s at school so it was everything from Sunday through Thursday. I’d guessed a dozen and there were 13. But what I really wanted to know was if she was actually using any of the new ones I’d bought for her during my last trip home. There was no mistaking them as they were still fairly bright white. The Carter's Spanky Pants were a dingy color with a definite yellow tinge in the crotch area. The actual count was 4 of the new Nazareth, 6 of the Carter’s and 3 nylon. I was happy.
All the cotton panties had to be hung in the cellar because they were still a bit damp so I actually got to touch and feel them. There was no doubt about the new ones being much heavier than the Carter’s panties so it surely made sense to me for her to be wearing them at night. It was while we were still in the cellar that I remembered that she’d changed from the wet panties when we’d last come in the house. I wondered where they were. When we got back to the kitchen Elle headed for the downstairs bathroom. As soon as the door closed I headed for the stairs, taking two at a time, in hopes of finding them still in the upstairs bathroom. I got lucky. There, hanging on one of the bathtub faucets were the panties. I quickly picked them up to look at them and I have to admit that I took a sniff as well. Even though the wetness had wicked up a ways, the golden color of the crotch caught my attention. I knew I only had a few seconds and I barely made it back to kitchen before Elle reappeared.
The depressing news really put a damper on us doing anything in an amorous or sexual way. I honestly don’t remember what we did the rest of the afternoon. That night we ended up just sitting around with her parents watching TV and I do remember leaving relatively early. What had started out as such a beautiful and promising day had turned into anything but that.
To be continued...
Right after Janie went over to talk to the man, Elle, who had been holding my hand, squeezed it. I turned to look at her and she had her eyes closed and teeth clenched. It only lasted for a few seconds. She then whispered that she needed to get home. We started while Janie was still talking to the man but only made a few steps before she again squeezed my hand and stopped. I stopped too. Within seconds I head the sound of puddling liquid. I looked at Elle's face and it was basically expressionless as she was just staring straight ahead. I just stood there, holding her hand. When Janie finally turned and walked back towards us Elle whispered to me not to move. We stayed there until we saw the ambulance leave. After all the cars had left we started, very slowly, back towards Elle’s house. I, again, took notice of the washline. Even though we’d lost a good part of the afternoon I knew there was still at least few hours before Elle’s parents would be home. That in itself excited me. I just assumed that Janie would head on home but she ended up following Elle and I up the walk to the house. I really wanted to yell at her, telling her to go on home, but I didn’t. Once inside Elle excused herself and went upstairs. That made me even madder at Janie. I’d hoped to at least get to rub Elle’s wet panties and maybe even get to see them. After all, I was pretty sure that she’d put on a pair of the heavy cotton for my benefit. After a few minutes I heard the inevitable sound of the toilet flushing and was a bit depressed. Just before Elle came downstairs the phone rang. It was Janie’s grandmother wanting to know the news about the ambulance. Janie took that as a hint to head for home, only it was about 10 minutes too late for me.
After Elle reappeared she got the idea to call her mother to tell her about the “excitement” and to see if she couldn’t find out what had gone on. Elle’s father was a member of the volunteer Fire Department and she had recognized some of the men who’d been at the site. Once she finished with that I hoped we could get into something much more personal. We did make it as far as the daybed/sofa before the phone rang again. Elle answered it and I heard her let out a sort of alarmed cry. (The only phone was in the kitchen and I couldn’t see her from the front room.) I jumped up and ran back to where she was. The look on her face was of pure shock. She wasn’t talking at all, just staring at the floor with her eyes wide open. I remember calling her name and when she didn’t respond, took the phone from her. There was no one on the line. I actaully had to shake her by the shoulders to get her to respond.
The “accident” just down the road was anything but an accident. Barbara’s father had committed suicide by hanging himself in the garage. I was shocked as well but nowhere near as much as Elle. I’d been exposed to death when my one grandmother had died but no one in Elle’s family had died since she’d been born and no one she really knew had either. The fact that she was a friend of Barbara’s and had met her father any number of times was one reason for her taking it so hard. But the real reason for it was in the way he had died... by his own hand in the form of suicide. In hearing that I knew exactly why we’d been chased away from the site earlier in the afternoon.
The only thing that brought her out of her “funk” was that her mother called back again and told her to remind her to take the wash in before it got damp again. When Elle “recruited” me to help I was as happy as I could be. The instructions were to take down and fold anything that was dry and to hang the damp things in the basement. We started with the sheets and then her father's shirts followed by both her mother’s and her blouses. That left just the underwear. Her mother had already sorted it before she hung it up. There was no doubt about which were Elle’s panties. I’d done a quick count in my head about how many there might be and actually came close. I figured on the ones she’d brought home from college and then what she’d worn since then. I knew she washed on Saturday’s at school so it was everything from Sunday through Thursday. I’d guessed a dozen and there were 13. But what I really wanted to know was if she was actually using any of the new ones I’d bought for her during my last trip home. There was no mistaking them as they were still fairly bright white. The Carter's Spanky Pants were a dingy color with a definite yellow tinge in the crotch area. The actual count was 4 of the new Nazareth, 6 of the Carter’s and 3 nylon. I was happy.
All the cotton panties had to be hung in the cellar because they were still a bit damp so I actually got to touch and feel them. There was no doubt about the new ones being much heavier than the Carter’s panties so it surely made sense to me for her to be wearing them at night. It was while we were still in the cellar that I remembered that she’d changed from the wet panties when we’d last come in the house. I wondered where they were. When we got back to the kitchen Elle headed for the downstairs bathroom. As soon as the door closed I headed for the stairs, taking two at a time, in hopes of finding them still in the upstairs bathroom. I got lucky. There, hanging on one of the bathtub faucets were the panties. I quickly picked them up to look at them and I have to admit that I took a sniff as well. Even though the wetness had wicked up a ways, the golden color of the crotch caught my attention. I knew I only had a few seconds and I barely made it back to kitchen before Elle reappeared.
The depressing news really put a damper on us doing anything in an amorous or sexual way. I honestly don’t remember what we did the rest of the afternoon. That night we ended up just sitting around with her parents watching TV and I do remember leaving relatively early. What had started out as such a beautiful and promising day had turned into anything but that.
To be continued...
Sunday, January 20, 2008
FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29d)
She’d told me that she wanted to be home before her mother left for work which was around 12:30pm so we started back. We hadn’t gone very far when she said that her slip had gotten wet and was bothering her. I helped her step out of it and did get a quick peek at her panties and I could see that they were wet above the crotch line. The start of a bulge! When we reached the first jetty we had a bit of a dilemma. If she were to climb over as she’d done going the other way it would mean having to sit on her dress (and good coat) in her wet panties. I jumped up on the jetty and, with some difficulty, managed to pull her up so that we could walk on it up to the bulkhead. When we were younger we walked along the bulkheads in the winter when no one was living in the bungalows thinking we were getting away with something. However, we would never have thought about doing it during the Summer when the cottages were occupied. So, here we were again, doing something we sort of knew we shouldn’t.
We were just about to my house when we heard the noon whistle. Since we thought we had some more time we continued on our path down to what we all called the “Right of Way”. It was the one parcel of land along the water that hadn’t had a bulkhead erected and was left in it’s pristine state. The beach sand ran from the water’s edge up to the road, sprinkled with tufts of beach grass. It was set aside for the homeowners who lived on the non waterfront side so they would have water access. From there we headed to Elle’s house which brought us in from the opposite direction than when we’d left. It allowed me to get a closer look at her washline. I could see a few panties and knew there were more that were being hidden by the sheets on the line closest to the road. I remember wanting to just run over there to count them but I knew I couldn’t, especially with her mother still inside.
The funny thing was that she wasn’t. She’d actually left early to deliver the pies. She left us some of the left over turkey to make sandwiches for lunch AND, some chores for Elle to do that afternoon. In my mind, I had been counting the minutes until she left so that Elle and I could truly be alone. As soon as I realized that we were alone I grabbed Elle and gave her a big hug and kiss. She still had her coat on but I didn’t mind. I didn’t even wait to take it off before I dipped down and ran my hand up under her skirt. Even though it had been almost an hour since she’d peed through her panties the crotch was still damp. She let me rub it but when I tried get my finger inside she pulled away, telling me I had to wait until after we’d eaten. As impatient as I was I knew I could last that long.
But, before she even started to make lunch she said she wanted to get washed up and into clean panties. I remember grabbing her by the shoulders right in front of the stairs and asking if she’d please leave the damp ones on. She gave me one of those “you’re kidding, aren't you?” looks and said that she wouldn’t be able to sit down for lunch if she didn’t. Out of the recesses of my mind came the idea for her to just put on a pair of the new, heavy cotton panties that I’d bought for her. I got another “look” as she ran up the stairs. She was back in no time at all which pretty much told me that I’d gotten my wish. But I also noted that I didn’t hear the sound of the toilet flushing. If you can remember the sitcom All in the Family (Archie Bunker) you’ll probably remember how you always knew when someone used the toilet. Elle’s house was the same way, at least as far as the second floor bathroom was concerned. So, after Elle made up our sandwiches we headed for the front room to eat our lunch. As we were about to sit down I saw a Police car drive by.
I swear I couldn’t remember a Police car on our road... ever. I watched it drive by and then sort of disappear behind a couple of small trees down the road a bit. A few minutes later five more cars went by. In the winter, other than Elle’s family and ours, there were never more than one or two cars go by in a week. We both got up and in this case could see a couple of them stop right in the road. By this time our curiosity was peaking. We grabbed out coats and headed down the road. We got far enough to see the Police car in the driveway of the girl, Barbara, who I’d previously described as being the “most endowed” of any of the kids in our neighborhood. We made our way past a few of the cars when we saw a man walking rapidly towards us waving his arms and telling us to turn around. We did and retreated to the Right of Way. We hadn’t been there for long when we saw Janie, the girl who lived just up the road, heading towards us. She lived with her grandmother who had also seen all the activity and dispatched Janie to find out what was going on. Janie had been a year behind us in school and was now a Freshman at a college not too far away. She and Elle chatted up a storm about their experiences and I just stood there, waiting for something to happen with the Police and all the cars.
It finally did... in the form of an ambulance. There were no sirens or flashing lights. Just the ambulance. It had to be headed for Barbara’s house but, with cars parked in the road (it was only 25 feet wide), it couldn’t get by until they were moved. Finally they were and after the ambulance went past us Janie recognized one the men who had just moved his car. She went up to him to ask what was going on. When she returned she said she’d been told that there was “an accident”. That wasn’t the only one.
To be continued...
She’d told me that she wanted to be home before her mother left for work which was around 12:30pm so we started back. We hadn’t gone very far when she said that her slip had gotten wet and was bothering her. I helped her step out of it and did get a quick peek at her panties and I could see that they were wet above the crotch line. The start of a bulge! When we reached the first jetty we had a bit of a dilemma. If she were to climb over as she’d done going the other way it would mean having to sit on her dress (and good coat) in her wet panties. I jumped up on the jetty and, with some difficulty, managed to pull her up so that we could walk on it up to the bulkhead. When we were younger we walked along the bulkheads in the winter when no one was living in the bungalows thinking we were getting away with something. However, we would never have thought about doing it during the Summer when the cottages were occupied. So, here we were again, doing something we sort of knew we shouldn’t.
We were just about to my house when we heard the noon whistle. Since we thought we had some more time we continued on our path down to what we all called the “Right of Way”. It was the one parcel of land along the water that hadn’t had a bulkhead erected and was left in it’s pristine state. The beach sand ran from the water’s edge up to the road, sprinkled with tufts of beach grass. It was set aside for the homeowners who lived on the non waterfront side so they would have water access. From there we headed to Elle’s house which brought us in from the opposite direction than when we’d left. It allowed me to get a closer look at her washline. I could see a few panties and knew there were more that were being hidden by the sheets on the line closest to the road. I remember wanting to just run over there to count them but I knew I couldn’t, especially with her mother still inside.
The funny thing was that she wasn’t. She’d actually left early to deliver the pies. She left us some of the left over turkey to make sandwiches for lunch AND, some chores for Elle to do that afternoon. In my mind, I had been counting the minutes until she left so that Elle and I could truly be alone. As soon as I realized that we were alone I grabbed Elle and gave her a big hug and kiss. She still had her coat on but I didn’t mind. I didn’t even wait to take it off before I dipped down and ran my hand up under her skirt. Even though it had been almost an hour since she’d peed through her panties the crotch was still damp. She let me rub it but when I tried get my finger inside she pulled away, telling me I had to wait until after we’d eaten. As impatient as I was I knew I could last that long.
But, before she even started to make lunch she said she wanted to get washed up and into clean panties. I remember grabbing her by the shoulders right in front of the stairs and asking if she’d please leave the damp ones on. She gave me one of those “you’re kidding, aren't you?” looks and said that she wouldn’t be able to sit down for lunch if she didn’t. Out of the recesses of my mind came the idea for her to just put on a pair of the new, heavy cotton panties that I’d bought for her. I got another “look” as she ran up the stairs. She was back in no time at all which pretty much told me that I’d gotten my wish. But I also noted that I didn’t hear the sound of the toilet flushing. If you can remember the sitcom All in the Family (Archie Bunker) you’ll probably remember how you always knew when someone used the toilet. Elle’s house was the same way, at least as far as the second floor bathroom was concerned. So, after Elle made up our sandwiches we headed for the front room to eat our lunch. As we were about to sit down I saw a Police car drive by.
I swear I couldn’t remember a Police car on our road... ever. I watched it drive by and then sort of disappear behind a couple of small trees down the road a bit. A few minutes later five more cars went by. In the winter, other than Elle’s family and ours, there were never more than one or two cars go by in a week. We both got up and in this case could see a couple of them stop right in the road. By this time our curiosity was peaking. We grabbed out coats and headed down the road. We got far enough to see the Police car in the driveway of the girl, Barbara, who I’d previously described as being the “most endowed” of any of the kids in our neighborhood. We made our way past a few of the cars when we saw a man walking rapidly towards us waving his arms and telling us to turn around. We did and retreated to the Right of Way. We hadn’t been there for long when we saw Janie, the girl who lived just up the road, heading towards us. She lived with her grandmother who had also seen all the activity and dispatched Janie to find out what was going on. Janie had been a year behind us in school and was now a Freshman at a college not too far away. She and Elle chatted up a storm about their experiences and I just stood there, waiting for something to happen with the Police and all the cars.
It finally did... in the form of an ambulance. There were no sirens or flashing lights. Just the ambulance. It had to be headed for Barbara’s house but, with cars parked in the road (it was only 25 feet wide), it couldn’t get by until they were moved. Finally they were and after the ambulance went past us Janie recognized one the men who had just moved his car. She went up to him to ask what was going on. When she returned she said she’d been told that there was “an accident”. That wasn’t the only one.
To be continued...
Friday, January 18, 2008
FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29c)
I had wanted to get to Elle’s house as early as possible on Friday but she had warned me that she had to help her mother until sometime around mid morning. Even though her mother was working at the drug store she had found she could make extra money by baking pies for a new restaurant. As she had to be up around 5am with Elle's father and wasn’t the type person to go back to bed, it made perfect sense to use the time to make money. I arrived somewhere after 10am and when I pulled up in front of the house I saw the clothesline filled up with clothes. My first thought was in wondering just how many pair of Elle’s panties were on the line. As the clothes were hung on the opposite side of the house from the kitchen door I had no excuse to go over there to do an “inspection”. When I walked in I was greeted by the wonderful smell of freshly baked pies. The problem was that there were no samples to try. Elle was in the process of cleaning up all the bowls and utensils when I arrived. I immediately picked up on the fact that Elle was wearing a skirt and I took it to mean that it was for my benefit. I joined in by drying the bowls after she washed them in order to free Elle from her chores as soon as possible.
It was a beautiful day. No clouds and no wind. Even though the temperature was in the 30’s, without the wind it was perfect. One thing we talked about all the time when we were at college was that we truly missed seeing the water. Even before I had a chance to ask Elle what she wanted to do she announced that we were going to go for a walk on the beach. I had no problem with that as I always enjoyed it, especially with Elle.
When we finished up Elle’s mother was in the process of moving some of the finished pies to her car for delivery. Elle grabbed her coat and we headed out the front door so that her mother wouldn’t find something else for her to do. Being that we were only home for a few days we’d only brought the minimum amount of clothes and, in Elle’s case she’d just brought one coat, her good, long, wool one. It was a little formal for beach walking but we she didn’t care. I’d noticed the well drilling rig working in front of my garage when I arrived and when we left Elle’s house it was quiet. I was hoping that they’d finish up that day so I could sleep in my own bed for at least two nights. We stopped to see what was happening and I saw my father there talking with the workers. The newest well was still unacceptable and they were going to try one more. Not what I wanted to hear.
We got out to the beach and then walked out on the dock in front of my house. When we got to the end and looked down we saw almost perfect images of ourselves. There was hardly a ripple on the water, anywhere. Walking towards the East gave us the best walk so we headed in that direction. The tide was low which gave us a lot of firm sand to walk on. The only problem were the jetties (sometimes called groins) that jutted out from the bulkheads of each house out into the water. The tide wasn’t low enough for us to walk around the ends which meant having to climb over them. Elle, with a skirt and long coat had to struggle to do it. She would sit on the top and then sort of flip her legs up and over to the other side, swiveling her butt as she did it. After a few times I realized that I could get a “free show” (peek at her panties) if I positioned myself just right. I was able to get enough of a look to know that she was wearing the nylon ones which pleased me to no end.
We walked as far as we could which actually took us to the East end of the beach in front on the local estate and it's “mansion” (which I’ve described in earlier parts). Up above us, on the lawn of the estate, was a cement gazebo. The stairs from the beach had not yet been removed for the Winter and since we knew no one was there in the house we decided to go on up. We’d done this a number of times in the past and had always enjoyed fantasizing about what it would be like if we lived there. It was no different this time. I don’t remember exactly what we talked about but we’d been sitting in there for more than just a few minutes when Elle gave out a little cry and then jumped up and ran towards the stairs. It only took a few seconds for me to recognize what was happening.
Common sense would have had her just go out to the grass, reach up under her skirt, pull her panties down, squat and pee. But she had this strange quirk that she wasn’t going to be what she called “naked”, even though the rest of her body was fully clothed, in front of any mal, including me. By the time I got to the top of the stairs she was more than halfway back down to the beach and I could see a trail of drips on the steps just behind her. I stopped there at the top and looked down, watching her spread her legs once she got to the bottom. I couldn’t see anything because of the angle I was at and the fact that her skirt and coat created a “tent” around her. She’d finished peeing by the time I reached her. When I walked around to look at her face there were no tears but just a look of resignation. She asked what time it was and when I told her it was almost noon she shook her hard and said that in her hurry to get out of the house she hadn’t used the toilet. It had been over three hours since she’d last gone. I ended up telling her that it was a good thing. It was longer than any time since her procedure and she should be happy. She, unfortunately, didn’t take it that way. I wanted, desperately, to run my hand up under her skirt and to feel her wet crotch but I knew her well enough to know that it wouldn’t make her happy right about then.
To be continued...
I had wanted to get to Elle’s house as early as possible on Friday but she had warned me that she had to help her mother until sometime around mid morning. Even though her mother was working at the drug store she had found she could make extra money by baking pies for a new restaurant. As she had to be up around 5am with Elle's father and wasn’t the type person to go back to bed, it made perfect sense to use the time to make money. I arrived somewhere after 10am and when I pulled up in front of the house I saw the clothesline filled up with clothes. My first thought was in wondering just how many pair of Elle’s panties were on the line. As the clothes were hung on the opposite side of the house from the kitchen door I had no excuse to go over there to do an “inspection”. When I walked in I was greeted by the wonderful smell of freshly baked pies. The problem was that there were no samples to try. Elle was in the process of cleaning up all the bowls and utensils when I arrived. I immediately picked up on the fact that Elle was wearing a skirt and I took it to mean that it was for my benefit. I joined in by drying the bowls after she washed them in order to free Elle from her chores as soon as possible.
It was a beautiful day. No clouds and no wind. Even though the temperature was in the 30’s, without the wind it was perfect. One thing we talked about all the time when we were at college was that we truly missed seeing the water. Even before I had a chance to ask Elle what she wanted to do she announced that we were going to go for a walk on the beach. I had no problem with that as I always enjoyed it, especially with Elle.
When we finished up Elle’s mother was in the process of moving some of the finished pies to her car for delivery. Elle grabbed her coat and we headed out the front door so that her mother wouldn’t find something else for her to do. Being that we were only home for a few days we’d only brought the minimum amount of clothes and, in Elle’s case she’d just brought one coat, her good, long, wool one. It was a little formal for beach walking but we she didn’t care. I’d noticed the well drilling rig working in front of my garage when I arrived and when we left Elle’s house it was quiet. I was hoping that they’d finish up that day so I could sleep in my own bed for at least two nights. We stopped to see what was happening and I saw my father there talking with the workers. The newest well was still unacceptable and they were going to try one more. Not what I wanted to hear.
We got out to the beach and then walked out on the dock in front of my house. When we got to the end and looked down we saw almost perfect images of ourselves. There was hardly a ripple on the water, anywhere. Walking towards the East gave us the best walk so we headed in that direction. The tide was low which gave us a lot of firm sand to walk on. The only problem were the jetties (sometimes called groins) that jutted out from the bulkheads of each house out into the water. The tide wasn’t low enough for us to walk around the ends which meant having to climb over them. Elle, with a skirt and long coat had to struggle to do it. She would sit on the top and then sort of flip her legs up and over to the other side, swiveling her butt as she did it. After a few times I realized that I could get a “free show” (peek at her panties) if I positioned myself just right. I was able to get enough of a look to know that she was wearing the nylon ones which pleased me to no end.
We walked as far as we could which actually took us to the East end of the beach in front on the local estate and it's “mansion” (which I’ve described in earlier parts). Up above us, on the lawn of the estate, was a cement gazebo. The stairs from the beach had not yet been removed for the Winter and since we knew no one was there in the house we decided to go on up. We’d done this a number of times in the past and had always enjoyed fantasizing about what it would be like if we lived there. It was no different this time. I don’t remember exactly what we talked about but we’d been sitting in there for more than just a few minutes when Elle gave out a little cry and then jumped up and ran towards the stairs. It only took a few seconds for me to recognize what was happening.
Common sense would have had her just go out to the grass, reach up under her skirt, pull her panties down, squat and pee. But she had this strange quirk that she wasn’t going to be what she called “naked”, even though the rest of her body was fully clothed, in front of any mal, including me. By the time I got to the top of the stairs she was more than halfway back down to the beach and I could see a trail of drips on the steps just behind her. I stopped there at the top and looked down, watching her spread her legs once she got to the bottom. I couldn’t see anything because of the angle I was at and the fact that her skirt and coat created a “tent” around her. She’d finished peeing by the time I reached her. When I walked around to look at her face there were no tears but just a look of resignation. She asked what time it was and when I told her it was almost noon she shook her hard and said that in her hurry to get out of the house she hadn’t used the toilet. It had been over three hours since she’d last gone. I ended up telling her that it was a good thing. It was longer than any time since her procedure and she should be happy. She, unfortunately, didn’t take it that way. I wanted, desperately, to run my hand up under her skirt and to feel her wet crotch but I knew her well enough to know that it wouldn’t make her happy right about then.
To be continued...
Friday, January 11, 2008
FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29b)
We waited for about 20 minutes or so and I thought I was going to go crazy while waiting. But, what I hadn’t picked up on was that Elle was just as anxious as I was. Elle finally got up to make sure that the lights were out in her parents bedroom and all was quiet. Since their bedroom was just off the kitchen I wondered why it was took so long. When she finally reappeared she walked up right in front of me (I was sitting on the daybed/sofa) and just stood there, straddling my knees. I took it as an invitation and reached forward, sliding my hand up to her crotch of her panties. I was pleasantly surprised to find they were the nylon ones and that they were wet. I started rubbing and was right on her button. The wet nylon offered little resistance and before I really got into it she pulled away. Then she moved over to my right and proceeded to lie down across my lap, the same way we did in my car and at the student union lounge at school. The “invitation” was still there as she raised her left leg up to “open the door”, if you will. All of this took less than a few minutes and my bulge had grown to the point of being uncomfortable. I found what I was looking for and started rubbing once again. It took me a little longer to find her button this time but she seemed to enjoy what I was doing anyway. However, after a few minutes I found myself in great pain. My bulge needed to expand, drastically. Normally I wouldn’t mention something like this with her. She didn’t like to talk about sexual things, leaving them to sort of work out by themselves. But I needed to make an adjustment. After I told her that she had to move she got up on her knees and proceeded to undo my belt, unbutton my chinos and then unzip the fly. I was sort of amazed but then again I did mention that she was almost as anxious as I was. Now, I’ve told you how she wouldn’t get completely naked with me even though we’d had sex numerous times. That wasn’t her only quirk. The other was that she wouldn’t touch my penis with her hand(s). So, that was as far as she would go, leaving me to "adjust" my penis myself. Once I did she proceeded to climb over, straddling me, and then settled down right on top of it. As I was trying to grasp that she was started kissing me passionately. I managed to get my hands on her butt cheeks and snuggled her up to my groin so far that I could feel my penis pressing in against her crotch. It felt sooooo good! Too good! My guess is that from the time she moved over and onto my lap until I came was less than two minutes. Not good!
It didn’t take long for her to realize that but she stayed in the same position anyway. I felt devastated. When she finally moved there was a mess to clean up. As far as Elle was concerned the cum was all over the front of her panties and in her slip. For me it was all around the zipper area of my pants and on my underpants. She took charge and took off her slip and used it to wipe as much of the stuff away as she could. When we’d achieved some semblance of order we settled back to the way we’d started with her lying across my lap. I had my hand buried in her crotch but on the outside. I’m not sure that we both didn’t fall asleep for a short period of time. I do remember her suggesting that I might want to “investigate” inside her panties. I was more than willing! But, once there I found everything to be pretty much dry. I asked for a “squirt” and I knew she was trying but nothing happened. She got up on her knees and had me hold her soiled slip between her thighs, "just in case". I wanted it to be my fingers that were in that position but I did as she asked. In that position it didn’t take long. I removed the slip and slid my fingers up inside the panties and immediately hit her “button”. She let me stay there for a few seconds and then tried to back away. I wouldn’t let her though, continuing to rub as she struggled to move away. Those machinations lasted for maybe 30 second or a little longer but when she stopped fighting me she came forward, again straddling me and pressing her crotch up against me. It felt wonderful because her panties were wet and warm. Then, in what was probably the biggest surprise of the night she reached under her skirt while rising up off my lap and pulled her panties down a bit. Then, while still in that same position she reached down and pulled the leg elastic away from one thigh. It didn’t take much for me to take advantage of that opportunity.
It had been a while since we’d last been together in that way so it took some effort to accomplish what we both clearly wanted. The fact that I’d come a little over and hour before certainly helped me (and her) out. I was so into it that as far as time was concerned I have no idea how long before I whispered loudly in her ear to “JUMP!” I could feel myself about to come so as I gave the instruction I also used my grasp of her butt cheeks to lift her up and off of me. The result was basically the same as the first time except there was no slip to catch the mess. It went up and into her skirt and onto her panties and my pants again. We were both quite worked up so it took some time to calm down. She stayed there, pressed against my chest. When we did we had to figure out what to. Fortunately, nothing got on the slip covers. Elle felt that her big problem, at that point, was in how to get her soiled clothes washed without her mother finding the mess. For me, it was the fact the the front of my pants were really messed up from the wetness of her panties and the cum and I still had to go back to my grandparents house like that.
Neither of us had any idea what time it was so we decided that it was best that I leave right then. We had a really long and passionate kiss and then I took off. I’d left my car in my own driveway which was a good thing. I had very loud mufflers and the last thing I wanted to was to wake her parents. As I walked to my car the thought came to me that there were still some of my clothes at my house. I went inside and found a somewhat decent pair pants and hid the soiled ones in my closet, making a mental note to move them when I got a chance. I have to admit, in spite of that, it was a very enjoyable trip back to my grandparents that night.
To be continued...
We waited for about 20 minutes or so and I thought I was going to go crazy while waiting. But, what I hadn’t picked up on was that Elle was just as anxious as I was. Elle finally got up to make sure that the lights were out in her parents bedroom and all was quiet. Since their bedroom was just off the kitchen I wondered why it was took so long. When she finally reappeared she walked up right in front of me (I was sitting on the daybed/sofa) and just stood there, straddling my knees. I took it as an invitation and reached forward, sliding my hand up to her crotch of her panties. I was pleasantly surprised to find they were the nylon ones and that they were wet. I started rubbing and was right on her button. The wet nylon offered little resistance and before I really got into it she pulled away. Then she moved over to my right and proceeded to lie down across my lap, the same way we did in my car and at the student union lounge at school. The “invitation” was still there as she raised her left leg up to “open the door”, if you will. All of this took less than a few minutes and my bulge had grown to the point of being uncomfortable. I found what I was looking for and started rubbing once again. It took me a little longer to find her button this time but she seemed to enjoy what I was doing anyway. However, after a few minutes I found myself in great pain. My bulge needed to expand, drastically. Normally I wouldn’t mention something like this with her. She didn’t like to talk about sexual things, leaving them to sort of work out by themselves. But I needed to make an adjustment. After I told her that she had to move she got up on her knees and proceeded to undo my belt, unbutton my chinos and then unzip the fly. I was sort of amazed but then again I did mention that she was almost as anxious as I was. Now, I’ve told you how she wouldn’t get completely naked with me even though we’d had sex numerous times. That wasn’t her only quirk. The other was that she wouldn’t touch my penis with her hand(s). So, that was as far as she would go, leaving me to "adjust" my penis myself. Once I did she proceeded to climb over, straddling me, and then settled down right on top of it. As I was trying to grasp that she was started kissing me passionately. I managed to get my hands on her butt cheeks and snuggled her up to my groin so far that I could feel my penis pressing in against her crotch. It felt sooooo good! Too good! My guess is that from the time she moved over and onto my lap until I came was less than two minutes. Not good!
It didn’t take long for her to realize that but she stayed in the same position anyway. I felt devastated. When she finally moved there was a mess to clean up. As far as Elle was concerned the cum was all over the front of her panties and in her slip. For me it was all around the zipper area of my pants and on my underpants. She took charge and took off her slip and used it to wipe as much of the stuff away as she could. When we’d achieved some semblance of order we settled back to the way we’d started with her lying across my lap. I had my hand buried in her crotch but on the outside. I’m not sure that we both didn’t fall asleep for a short period of time. I do remember her suggesting that I might want to “investigate” inside her panties. I was more than willing! But, once there I found everything to be pretty much dry. I asked for a “squirt” and I knew she was trying but nothing happened. She got up on her knees and had me hold her soiled slip between her thighs, "just in case". I wanted it to be my fingers that were in that position but I did as she asked. In that position it didn’t take long. I removed the slip and slid my fingers up inside the panties and immediately hit her “button”. She let me stay there for a few seconds and then tried to back away. I wouldn’t let her though, continuing to rub as she struggled to move away. Those machinations lasted for maybe 30 second or a little longer but when she stopped fighting me she came forward, again straddling me and pressing her crotch up against me. It felt wonderful because her panties were wet and warm. Then, in what was probably the biggest surprise of the night she reached under her skirt while rising up off my lap and pulled her panties down a bit. Then, while still in that same position she reached down and pulled the leg elastic away from one thigh. It didn’t take much for me to take advantage of that opportunity.
It had been a while since we’d last been together in that way so it took some effort to accomplish what we both clearly wanted. The fact that I’d come a little over and hour before certainly helped me (and her) out. I was so into it that as far as time was concerned I have no idea how long before I whispered loudly in her ear to “JUMP!” I could feel myself about to come so as I gave the instruction I also used my grasp of her butt cheeks to lift her up and off of me. The result was basically the same as the first time except there was no slip to catch the mess. It went up and into her skirt and onto her panties and my pants again. We were both quite worked up so it took some time to calm down. She stayed there, pressed against my chest. When we did we had to figure out what to. Fortunately, nothing got on the slip covers. Elle felt that her big problem, at that point, was in how to get her soiled clothes washed without her mother finding the mess. For me, it was the fact the the front of my pants were really messed up from the wetness of her panties and the cum and I still had to go back to my grandparents house like that.
Neither of us had any idea what time it was so we decided that it was best that I leave right then. We had a really long and passionate kiss and then I took off. I’d left my car in my own driveway which was a good thing. I had very loud mufflers and the last thing I wanted to was to wake her parents. As I walked to my car the thought came to me that there were still some of my clothes at my house. I went inside and found a somewhat decent pair pants and hid the soiled ones in my closet, making a mental note to move them when I got a chance. I have to admit, in spite of that, it was a very enjoyable trip back to my grandparents that night.
To be continued...
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
FROM FALL INTO EARLY WINTER... (Part 29a)
The goal was to make it to the Thanksgiving “break”. The eating arrangement was working marginally well. The food was good but Mrs. B, on an almost everyday basis was a little “much”. Some of my “brothers” at the fraternity were somewhat envious (but they didn’t have to live with an ulcer) and others were “on my case” for not spending enough time at the house. It was a different kind of pressure that I didn’t need on top of my almost across the board failing grades. I don’t remember the bland diet actually helping the ulcer situation but I’m sure it didn’t make it any worse. I’d been losing weight all through the semester and at least, with Mrs. B feeding me, that trend had stopped.
I was able to secure a ride home from a junior who lived only 40 miles from where I did and who would drop me off in the town where my grandparents lived. It seemed like the minute I sat down in his car all the “pressure” was of of me. I think I slept most of the way home (nine hours). Elle had a ride home from a girl from our town who was a senior at her school. We had touched base with each other the night before we left and fully expected to see each other later that night. It wasn’t to be. When I got dropped off I was to stop in at my grandparents to say “Hi” and to call my father to come pick me up. You can imagine my surprise when I walked in and found my whole family already there. It wasn’t a welcome home party, for sure. Living in a rural area we had to depend on a well for our water. After a hurricane or any other storm that brought abnormally high tides with it there was always some salt water contamination. The most recent storm had thoroughly compromised the well and a new well had to be dug. The drilling company had sunk three new wells and they all had substantial salt in them. My mother, after going without water for two days and with Thanksgiving upon her, decided she’d had enough with waiting for water and that afternoon had convinced my father that they had to move in with my grandparents. It wasn’t the news I wanted to hear. I had nothing against my grandparents. It just mean a crimp in my plans to be with Elle.
Not knowing when Elle would arrive home and the fact that her father went to bed at 9 each night prevented me from calling that night. I didn’t have my car and with the next day being Thanksgiving and the fact that we were having dinner with my grandparents meant the earliest I could get my father to drive me home to get it would be either late that day or even early evening. I was not very happy. The whole car ride home I’d fantasized what the two of us would do together and now I’d have to wait another day.
Thanksgiving morning I was sent on an errand to get a good cigar for my grandfather and the morning newspaper. It was deja-view as that had been my daily routine when I’d lived with my grandparents. As I walked out the kitchen door and across the back porch I saw something that perked me up. I looked over to the house next door and saw a pair of pale yellow panties on a small line hung between the back porch pillars. I was enamoured by the color. I don’t think I’d ever seen yellow panties before. I had no idea who lived there now as I knew the family who had been there when I last lived with my grandparents had moved to the city. All the way to the cigar store I kept thinking of a way to at least find out what the owner of them looked like. I’d gotten pretty good at seeing attractive girls and then visualizing what they looked like in their panties. In this case I already knew what the panties looked like but I needed the other half.
Thanksgiving dinner went well. My grandfather gave me a complete update on his racehorses, showing me pictures taken during the racing season which helped move time along for me. I didn’t nag my father too much and when my grandparents decided to take a nap it was a good time to go get my car and to visit Elle. The well drilling rig appeared to be blocking the garage door where my car was stored. I went into a mini panic when I first saw it but patience paid off and I was able to get it out. I knew that Elle’s family had invited friends for dinner but she’d expected them to leave soon after as they had a three hour trip to their home. I wasn’t happy to find them still there. They were still visiting and when I arrived Elle’s mother “suggested” that she (and I) could wash the dishes. The one good thing about that was we would be somewhat alone and as soon as we walked into the kitchen I grabbed her and gave her a big kiss. It felt so good just to hold her even with her parents just a few feet away. I couldn’t wait to be alone with her.
It was about 8pm when the company finally left. I knew it was useless to suggest we leave because her mother would want to know where we were going and I couldn’t come up with any place that was rational and that she’d accept. That meant we’d have to wait until her parents went to bed. Normally it was about 9pm (as her father left for work around 5am or so) but it wasn’t to be on this night. It was much closer to 10pm when they finally bid us a “good night” with a strong suggestion that I leave at midnight. At that point I didn’t care just as long as they went to bed.
To be continued...
The goal was to make it to the Thanksgiving “break”. The eating arrangement was working marginally well. The food was good but Mrs. B, on an almost everyday basis was a little “much”. Some of my “brothers” at the fraternity were somewhat envious (but they didn’t have to live with an ulcer) and others were “on my case” for not spending enough time at the house. It was a different kind of pressure that I didn’t need on top of my almost across the board failing grades. I don’t remember the bland diet actually helping the ulcer situation but I’m sure it didn’t make it any worse. I’d been losing weight all through the semester and at least, with Mrs. B feeding me, that trend had stopped.
I was able to secure a ride home from a junior who lived only 40 miles from where I did and who would drop me off in the town where my grandparents lived. It seemed like the minute I sat down in his car all the “pressure” was of of me. I think I slept most of the way home (nine hours). Elle had a ride home from a girl from our town who was a senior at her school. We had touched base with each other the night before we left and fully expected to see each other later that night. It wasn’t to be. When I got dropped off I was to stop in at my grandparents to say “Hi” and to call my father to come pick me up. You can imagine my surprise when I walked in and found my whole family already there. It wasn’t a welcome home party, for sure. Living in a rural area we had to depend on a well for our water. After a hurricane or any other storm that brought abnormally high tides with it there was always some salt water contamination. The most recent storm had thoroughly compromised the well and a new well had to be dug. The drilling company had sunk three new wells and they all had substantial salt in them. My mother, after going without water for two days and with Thanksgiving upon her, decided she’d had enough with waiting for water and that afternoon had convinced my father that they had to move in with my grandparents. It wasn’t the news I wanted to hear. I had nothing against my grandparents. It just mean a crimp in my plans to be with Elle.
Not knowing when Elle would arrive home and the fact that her father went to bed at 9 each night prevented me from calling that night. I didn’t have my car and with the next day being Thanksgiving and the fact that we were having dinner with my grandparents meant the earliest I could get my father to drive me home to get it would be either late that day or even early evening. I was not very happy. The whole car ride home I’d fantasized what the two of us would do together and now I’d have to wait another day.
Thanksgiving morning I was sent on an errand to get a good cigar for my grandfather and the morning newspaper. It was deja-view as that had been my daily routine when I’d lived with my grandparents. As I walked out the kitchen door and across the back porch I saw something that perked me up. I looked over to the house next door and saw a pair of pale yellow panties on a small line hung between the back porch pillars. I was enamoured by the color. I don’t think I’d ever seen yellow panties before. I had no idea who lived there now as I knew the family who had been there when I last lived with my grandparents had moved to the city. All the way to the cigar store I kept thinking of a way to at least find out what the owner of them looked like. I’d gotten pretty good at seeing attractive girls and then visualizing what they looked like in their panties. In this case I already knew what the panties looked like but I needed the other half.
Thanksgiving dinner went well. My grandfather gave me a complete update on his racehorses, showing me pictures taken during the racing season which helped move time along for me. I didn’t nag my father too much and when my grandparents decided to take a nap it was a good time to go get my car and to visit Elle. The well drilling rig appeared to be blocking the garage door where my car was stored. I went into a mini panic when I first saw it but patience paid off and I was able to get it out. I knew that Elle’s family had invited friends for dinner but she’d expected them to leave soon after as they had a three hour trip to their home. I wasn’t happy to find them still there. They were still visiting and when I arrived Elle’s mother “suggested” that she (and I) could wash the dishes. The one good thing about that was we would be somewhat alone and as soon as we walked into the kitchen I grabbed her and gave her a big kiss. It felt so good just to hold her even with her parents just a few feet away. I couldn’t wait to be alone with her.
It was about 8pm when the company finally left. I knew it was useless to suggest we leave because her mother would want to know where we were going and I couldn’t come up with any place that was rational and that she’d accept. That meant we’d have to wait until her parents went to bed. Normally it was about 9pm (as her father left for work around 5am or so) but it wasn’t to be on this night. It was much closer to 10pm when they finally bid us a “good night” with a strong suggestion that I leave at midnight. At that point I didn’t care just as long as they went to bed.
To be continued...
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
OCTOBER... Finally comes to an end! (Part 28g)
The week was worse than I could have imagined. The “agenda” the brotherhood had come up with called for keeping all of us pledges awake for somewhere around 54 hours straight. We were allowed to go to classes but the instructors and professors made sure no one slept while there. I thought I had a bit of an advantage by having gotten a few hours before the official starting time, especially knowing that some of the other pledges had partied right up to the last minute. But it became obvious, right away, that it didn’t really matter. Without wasting time and space let me just say I survived and was fully initiated into the brotherhood. But... the next morning I reported to the infirmary. I was admitted for dehydration and they ran a whole battery of tests. The results showed that I had a stomach ulcer. The best part of being there was that I got caught up on my sleep. The worst part was finding out that I had to go on a very restrictive, bland diet. As I’ve previously mentioned, Smitty, the fraternity house cook, specialized in Italian dishes and they were a “no-no” for someone with an ulcer. I lay there wondering where I was going to be able to eat, finding the things I had to limit myself to. When Friday came and I was released I wasn’t really in any shape to go visit Elle. I still felt weak (I hadn’t eaten much during the two days of “hell” and had only eaten soft foods for the previous two days) and had not a chance to find a ride. It was NOT a good week at all.
My Mother came up with the idea that I could go to the College Inn and ask if they could provide some of the things on my diet. Before I did that I stopped in to see my parents friends (Mr. and Mrs. B) who ran the clothing store in town (and who I’d been with a few weeks prior at the harness races) just to touch base. The lady, nice but very blunt, told me I looked terrible and wanted to know why. I related my tale of woe and just barely mentioned my concern about where to eat. Without hesitation she said she’d cook for me. I didn’t know what to say. I tried (feebly) to say “no” but she insisted and almost dragged me upstairs (they lived above the store) to feed me lunch. That afternoon we worked out a schedule starting with dinner that night. I really felt uncomfortable but indulged her anyway. When I finally “escaped” I headed for my room.
Bob, my roommate who had been to visit me the night before, wasn’t there. In fact, no one was home. Mrs. K had seemed like she was always there. She kept a radio going from the time she got up in the morning until she sat down to watch television at night and yet there wasn’t a sound. When I walked in the door all I was thinking about was lying down and resting. However, the idea that I was alone in the house was somewhat intriguing. Even though I had no idea what I’d say if she were home, I called out to Mrs. K. Nothing. Other than a few brief peeks into the living room from the foyer, I had no idea what it or the dining room, which was adjacent to it, looked like. What I saw reminded me of my Grandparents house. In a way it was sort of eerie. I’d been through the kitchen, quickly, with Mrs. K. but wanted to take another look. I certainly didn’t expect to find what I did when I walked in from the dining room. To the left, under the stairwell, was a wringer washer. On top of it was a wicker washbasket and I could see clothes piled into it. Taking a big, deep breath I approached it. I know my heart was beating a mile a minute as I peeked in. I had to move a few of the professor’s shirts but right there, staring me in the face, were two pair of white nylon panties. Based upon my sighting of the panties on the clothes line a few weeks earlier I knew they had to be Julia’s. I know I looked over my shoulder a couple of times before I reached in and picked one out. I held it up and stared at the crotch first. The first thing I noticed was that it was much narrower than any panties that I'd seen on Elle or in her dresser back at home. There was an obvious stain. Looking at it closely and then feeling it I found it somewhat crusty. The inside of the crotch showed a dark yellow stain, right in the middle, that ran from front to back. I wondered just what it was and how it got there. The next step was to look at the label and it read “Mojud”, size 5. I was about to pick up the other pair when I thought I heard something at the back door. In a panic I stuffed the panties back in the basket and ran. I made it upstairs without taking a breath... or it seemed that way. I stayed at the head of the stairs for a few minutes and, not hearing anything, decided to continue my investigation of the house. The rules of the house for John, Bob and I were that we were never to go down the other hall, only the one to our rooms. We were allowed to go as far as the bathroom but never to turn left. I decided to push my luck and I think I tip-toed all the way down to Julia’s room. The door was ajar and when I pushed it open I saw a small room, much like the one John occupied. The dresser was right there. I only needed a few steps to be right in front of it. I hesitated a few seconds, making sure I didn’t hear anything from downstairs before pulling open the top drawer. I have to admit I was disappointed. There were maybe eight pair in all and I think three were cotton with blood stains in the crotch. The others, all nylon were pretty much in disrepair. There was no order to them at all. It took me few seconds to remember that this was Friday and the end of the week and that the rest of them were probably in the washbasket downstairs. With that, I closed the drawer and retreated to my room. I remember lying there trying to figure a way to have another chance at Julia’s room in the future.
As I lay there I tried to come up with some sort of an excuse to get out of going back to my parents friends to eat supper. I decided to call home to see if my mother could help me get out of it. When Bob returned to the room I brought him up to date. He thought, under the circumstances, that the offer to feed me was great. He, like most of the brothers at the fraternity house, were fairly sick of pasta. But I was just plain uncomfortable in that I really didn’t know these people all that well. Even though no one was home at that time I didn’t want to chance using their phone, even though the call would be collect. I headed downtown to not only call home but to call Elle to given her the news that I wouldn’t be coming over.
When I reached my mother I got an earful. Mrs. B, the lady who had made the offer to feed me had already called so my mother knew. When the “lecture” was over I still asked how I could get out of having her feeding me. I don’t remember her exact words but in general she said to live with it... that she’d at least know that I was being well fed and was being looked after. It certainly wasn’t what I wanted to hear.
The call to Elle was better. She didn’t lecture me but I could clearly hear her concern as well as disappointment. I promised that I’d get over as soon as I possibly could. As strange as it may seem, considering the detail of my posts up to now, but I don’t remember much about it. My grades had suffered mightily throughout the whole Fall semester and I know there was an all class exam somewhere between initiation and Thanksgiving. I know I got over to see her and I remember both of us spending a lot of time studying. As far as the “up close and personal” stuff I have no specific memory of what we did. I do remember crashing at the fraternity just down the street from her sorority but that’s about it.
To be continued...
The week was worse than I could have imagined. The “agenda” the brotherhood had come up with called for keeping all of us pledges awake for somewhere around 54 hours straight. We were allowed to go to classes but the instructors and professors made sure no one slept while there. I thought I had a bit of an advantage by having gotten a few hours before the official starting time, especially knowing that some of the other pledges had partied right up to the last minute. But it became obvious, right away, that it didn’t really matter. Without wasting time and space let me just say I survived and was fully initiated into the brotherhood. But... the next morning I reported to the infirmary. I was admitted for dehydration and they ran a whole battery of tests. The results showed that I had a stomach ulcer. The best part of being there was that I got caught up on my sleep. The worst part was finding out that I had to go on a very restrictive, bland diet. As I’ve previously mentioned, Smitty, the fraternity house cook, specialized in Italian dishes and they were a “no-no” for someone with an ulcer. I lay there wondering where I was going to be able to eat, finding the things I had to limit myself to. When Friday came and I was released I wasn’t really in any shape to go visit Elle. I still felt weak (I hadn’t eaten much during the two days of “hell” and had only eaten soft foods for the previous two days) and had not a chance to find a ride. It was NOT a good week at all.
My Mother came up with the idea that I could go to the College Inn and ask if they could provide some of the things on my diet. Before I did that I stopped in to see my parents friends (Mr. and Mrs. B) who ran the clothing store in town (and who I’d been with a few weeks prior at the harness races) just to touch base. The lady, nice but very blunt, told me I looked terrible and wanted to know why. I related my tale of woe and just barely mentioned my concern about where to eat. Without hesitation she said she’d cook for me. I didn’t know what to say. I tried (feebly) to say “no” but she insisted and almost dragged me upstairs (they lived above the store) to feed me lunch. That afternoon we worked out a schedule starting with dinner that night. I really felt uncomfortable but indulged her anyway. When I finally “escaped” I headed for my room.
Bob, my roommate who had been to visit me the night before, wasn’t there. In fact, no one was home. Mrs. K had seemed like she was always there. She kept a radio going from the time she got up in the morning until she sat down to watch television at night and yet there wasn’t a sound. When I walked in the door all I was thinking about was lying down and resting. However, the idea that I was alone in the house was somewhat intriguing. Even though I had no idea what I’d say if she were home, I called out to Mrs. K. Nothing. Other than a few brief peeks into the living room from the foyer, I had no idea what it or the dining room, which was adjacent to it, looked like. What I saw reminded me of my Grandparents house. In a way it was sort of eerie. I’d been through the kitchen, quickly, with Mrs. K. but wanted to take another look. I certainly didn’t expect to find what I did when I walked in from the dining room. To the left, under the stairwell, was a wringer washer. On top of it was a wicker washbasket and I could see clothes piled into it. Taking a big, deep breath I approached it. I know my heart was beating a mile a minute as I peeked in. I had to move a few of the professor’s shirts but right there, staring me in the face, were two pair of white nylon panties. Based upon my sighting of the panties on the clothes line a few weeks earlier I knew they had to be Julia’s. I know I looked over my shoulder a couple of times before I reached in and picked one out. I held it up and stared at the crotch first. The first thing I noticed was that it was much narrower than any panties that I'd seen on Elle or in her dresser back at home. There was an obvious stain. Looking at it closely and then feeling it I found it somewhat crusty. The inside of the crotch showed a dark yellow stain, right in the middle, that ran from front to back. I wondered just what it was and how it got there. The next step was to look at the label and it read “Mojud”, size 5. I was about to pick up the other pair when I thought I heard something at the back door. In a panic I stuffed the panties back in the basket and ran. I made it upstairs without taking a breath... or it seemed that way. I stayed at the head of the stairs for a few minutes and, not hearing anything, decided to continue my investigation of the house. The rules of the house for John, Bob and I were that we were never to go down the other hall, only the one to our rooms. We were allowed to go as far as the bathroom but never to turn left. I decided to push my luck and I think I tip-toed all the way down to Julia’s room. The door was ajar and when I pushed it open I saw a small room, much like the one John occupied. The dresser was right there. I only needed a few steps to be right in front of it. I hesitated a few seconds, making sure I didn’t hear anything from downstairs before pulling open the top drawer. I have to admit I was disappointed. There were maybe eight pair in all and I think three were cotton with blood stains in the crotch. The others, all nylon were pretty much in disrepair. There was no order to them at all. It took me few seconds to remember that this was Friday and the end of the week and that the rest of them were probably in the washbasket downstairs. With that, I closed the drawer and retreated to my room. I remember lying there trying to figure a way to have another chance at Julia’s room in the future.
As I lay there I tried to come up with some sort of an excuse to get out of going back to my parents friends to eat supper. I decided to call home to see if my mother could help me get out of it. When Bob returned to the room I brought him up to date. He thought, under the circumstances, that the offer to feed me was great. He, like most of the brothers at the fraternity house, were fairly sick of pasta. But I was just plain uncomfortable in that I really didn’t know these people all that well. Even though no one was home at that time I didn’t want to chance using their phone, even though the call would be collect. I headed downtown to not only call home but to call Elle to given her the news that I wouldn’t be coming over.
When I reached my mother I got an earful. Mrs. B, the lady who had made the offer to feed me had already called so my mother knew. When the “lecture” was over I still asked how I could get out of having her feeding me. I don’t remember her exact words but in general she said to live with it... that she’d at least know that I was being well fed and was being looked after. It certainly wasn’t what I wanted to hear.
The call to Elle was better. She didn’t lecture me but I could clearly hear her concern as well as disappointment. I promised that I’d get over as soon as I possibly could. As strange as it may seem, considering the detail of my posts up to now, but I don’t remember much about it. My grades had suffered mightily throughout the whole Fall semester and I know there was an all class exam somewhere between initiation and Thanksgiving. I know I got over to see her and I remember both of us spending a lot of time studying. As far as the “up close and personal” stuff I have no specific memory of what we did. I do remember crashing at the fraternity just down the street from her sorority but that’s about it.
To be continued...
Friday, December 21, 2007
OCTOBER... (Part 28f)
The pledges were required to attend the football game... at least the kickoff. There were no ”tailgate“ parties at that time so the food and beer was served at the fraternities. Few really wanted to go as we all knew our team would be blown out of the stadium. The rivalry, one of the oldest in college football at the time, had outlived its usefulness. The other school had decided to go into football in a big way where my college had not kept up. We didn’t offer athletic scholarships and this game was a classic case of the ”haves“ versus the ”have nots“. I offered to leave Elle at the fraternity while I ”did my duty” but she said she wanted to be with me. It was at least a mile walk to the stadium, such as it was. The field was in good shape but the grandstands were anything but grand. They were the old fashioned wooden ones with no amenities. They were so sparse that there were only two home games a year. I had warned Elle about how far away it was and the fact that there were no immediate “facilities“. The closest rest rooms were at the gymnasium, about a 10 minute walk but she said she was ”prepared“ so I took that to mean she had supplies to make up a “package“.
It was brutal! I remember the other team scoring the first three times they had the ball. After that Elle and I made our way out of the stands and over to the gym, just in time. Knowing there was no way for me to take advantage of an ”accident“ on Elle’s part, I wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to be embarrassed. I remember her saying something along the lines of ”thank you“ and that gave me the opening to ask if she was going to wear her ”package“ the rest of the day. She asked what our plans were and when I said I wasn’t sure she indicated that she’d be more comfortable if she did. That didn’t make me very happy although I knew there probably wouldn’t have any real opportunity to go ”exploring“, especially the way I really wanted to.
We ended up back at the fraternity house and found it basically deserted. We found an an empty soft chair and snuggled up together. I ended up falling asleep. The combination of little sleep the night before on top of the anxiety I was feeling about the upcoming initiation was too much for me. A smack on the top of the head awakened me. One of the ”brothers“ wanted the chair. Elle had said she wanted to change into slacks for the evening since few of the other girls were in skirts and she felt out of place. So we headed back to my room, downtown, once again. On the way we stopped at the fraternity of the guy who had driven her over to find out when he was going back. The first thing I noticed once inside was a row of 4 panties tacked up on a bulletin board in the foyer. I’d thought that my fraternity was the only one collecting ”trophies“. Elle caught me peeking and gave me a nudge. When we found him it was decided that 2pm would work and he could be back in time for the official beginning of ”Hell Week“. Just hearing the term mentioned gave me a shudder.
The meal at the fraternity that night was steak. Smitty, the cook was really good with steak and whenever we had it most everybody showed up. With all the girls there it meant two seatings and, of course, the pledges got fed last. By the time we did eat the band had shown up and the ”real“ party had started. I can’t remember the theme but we had a four piece Dixieland band. My parents were big fans of that genre of music and I’d grown up listening to it. They weren’t bad and the only thing that bothered me was that there was no place left for us to enjoy them comfortably when we were finished. Elle didn’t like the bar area down in the basement because of the cigarette smoke so we went wandering. Most of the fraternities were ”open“ on Saturday nights and we ended up at the other one I’d considered. They had a combo playing dance music and had cleared the furniture to the sides of their main living room. We stayed there until Elle started to get tired. I don’t remember what time it was but I do remember watching some of the guys from that house hauling a passed out girl up from their basement. It was pretty funny because they were drunk and dropped her a couple of times without waking her. The last time they did one of them put his hand inside the waistband of her pants to pick her up off the floor so as to put her on a sofa. When he did the snap opened and tore the zipper. I know I enjoyed seeing her pink panties for a minute or so.
Elle and I never really had any ”up close and personal“ time the whole night. When we got back downtown to the house where my room was I can’t remember doing much of anything other than the usual good night kiss and hug. The party at the fraternity was still going strong and although it was tempting, I chose to ignore it and to try to get some sleep. I tried the sleeping dorm this time and it was better but this time it was my anxiety that kept me awake. Like the day before I was up early. The sofas were mine alone and, as I remember it, the ”yield“ was fairly good. I didn’t find any more panties but there were two more hanging from the light when I checked. I really wanted to take them down to check them out closely but, being in the middle of the foyer, there was always someone coming or going. I’d caught up with Bob the night before and we agreed to go together to get the girls. Bob was almost as up-tight as I was about the upcoming week but he’d found a friend from home who had a car and let him use it. He’d been with Susan most of the weekend which explained why I hadn’t seen him all that much. I felt very jealous!
Susan was from ”money“, if you know what I mean. She pretty much annoyed me, especially when around Elle. My take on it was that she talked ”down” to her. I kept it to myself not wanting to upset the good relationship I had with Bob. As we walked to the fraternity that morning I wondered if Susan knew about Elle’s “problem” and if she did, was that the reason for her attitude. When Elle and I finally got a minute alone I asked her about it and she said she didn’t think she did. She’d worn her skirt again and I wondered what she was wearing under it. All morning I kept hoping to be able to “ go exploring” and to find out but it wasn’t to be. In fact 2pm came far too quickly. We spent most of the time planning my next visit to see her. I told her I’d try to get there the very next weekend. Our good bye was pretty tame. With Elle’s shyness it ended up being little more than a kiss on her cheek. Of course, I was disappointed. But, there were a few very good, if not fulfilling, memories to carry me through the upcoming week. I decided to take my things back to my room and try for a few hours sleep before the “ordeal” started. The girls had stripped and made up the beds fresh for us which was nice. When I went to hang up my clothes in the closet I found a bra hanging on the inside door handle. I pretty much knew everything about Elle’s panties but practically nothing about her bras. I didn’t know if it belonged to her or to Susan even after examining it so I left it there thinking that maybe Bob would know. As I lay down on my bed I found myself wondering just what kind of panties Susan wore. I found it sort of funny, especially in view of my negative opinion of her.
To be continued...
The pledges were required to attend the football game... at least the kickoff. There were no ”tailgate“ parties at that time so the food and beer was served at the fraternities. Few really wanted to go as we all knew our team would be blown out of the stadium. The rivalry, one of the oldest in college football at the time, had outlived its usefulness. The other school had decided to go into football in a big way where my college had not kept up. We didn’t offer athletic scholarships and this game was a classic case of the ”haves“ versus the ”have nots“. I offered to leave Elle at the fraternity while I ”did my duty” but she said she wanted to be with me. It was at least a mile walk to the stadium, such as it was. The field was in good shape but the grandstands were anything but grand. They were the old fashioned wooden ones with no amenities. They were so sparse that there were only two home games a year. I had warned Elle about how far away it was and the fact that there were no immediate “facilities“. The closest rest rooms were at the gymnasium, about a 10 minute walk but she said she was ”prepared“ so I took that to mean she had supplies to make up a “package“.
It was brutal! I remember the other team scoring the first three times they had the ball. After that Elle and I made our way out of the stands and over to the gym, just in time. Knowing there was no way for me to take advantage of an ”accident“ on Elle’s part, I wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to be embarrassed. I remember her saying something along the lines of ”thank you“ and that gave me the opening to ask if she was going to wear her ”package“ the rest of the day. She asked what our plans were and when I said I wasn’t sure she indicated that she’d be more comfortable if she did. That didn’t make me very happy although I knew there probably wouldn’t have any real opportunity to go ”exploring“, especially the way I really wanted to.
We ended up back at the fraternity house and found it basically deserted. We found an an empty soft chair and snuggled up together. I ended up falling asleep. The combination of little sleep the night before on top of the anxiety I was feeling about the upcoming initiation was too much for me. A smack on the top of the head awakened me. One of the ”brothers“ wanted the chair. Elle had said she wanted to change into slacks for the evening since few of the other girls were in skirts and she felt out of place. So we headed back to my room, downtown, once again. On the way we stopped at the fraternity of the guy who had driven her over to find out when he was going back. The first thing I noticed once inside was a row of 4 panties tacked up on a bulletin board in the foyer. I’d thought that my fraternity was the only one collecting ”trophies“. Elle caught me peeking and gave me a nudge. When we found him it was decided that 2pm would work and he could be back in time for the official beginning of ”Hell Week“. Just hearing the term mentioned gave me a shudder.
The meal at the fraternity that night was steak. Smitty, the cook was really good with steak and whenever we had it most everybody showed up. With all the girls there it meant two seatings and, of course, the pledges got fed last. By the time we did eat the band had shown up and the ”real“ party had started. I can’t remember the theme but we had a four piece Dixieland band. My parents were big fans of that genre of music and I’d grown up listening to it. They weren’t bad and the only thing that bothered me was that there was no place left for us to enjoy them comfortably when we were finished. Elle didn’t like the bar area down in the basement because of the cigarette smoke so we went wandering. Most of the fraternities were ”open“ on Saturday nights and we ended up at the other one I’d considered. They had a combo playing dance music and had cleared the furniture to the sides of their main living room. We stayed there until Elle started to get tired. I don’t remember what time it was but I do remember watching some of the guys from that house hauling a passed out girl up from their basement. It was pretty funny because they were drunk and dropped her a couple of times without waking her. The last time they did one of them put his hand inside the waistband of her pants to pick her up off the floor so as to put her on a sofa. When he did the snap opened and tore the zipper. I know I enjoyed seeing her pink panties for a minute or so.
Elle and I never really had any ”up close and personal“ time the whole night. When we got back downtown to the house where my room was I can’t remember doing much of anything other than the usual good night kiss and hug. The party at the fraternity was still going strong and although it was tempting, I chose to ignore it and to try to get some sleep. I tried the sleeping dorm this time and it was better but this time it was my anxiety that kept me awake. Like the day before I was up early. The sofas were mine alone and, as I remember it, the ”yield“ was fairly good. I didn’t find any more panties but there were two more hanging from the light when I checked. I really wanted to take them down to check them out closely but, being in the middle of the foyer, there was always someone coming or going. I’d caught up with Bob the night before and we agreed to go together to get the girls. Bob was almost as up-tight as I was about the upcoming week but he’d found a friend from home who had a car and let him use it. He’d been with Susan most of the weekend which explained why I hadn’t seen him all that much. I felt very jealous!
Susan was from ”money“, if you know what I mean. She pretty much annoyed me, especially when around Elle. My take on it was that she talked ”down” to her. I kept it to myself not wanting to upset the good relationship I had with Bob. As we walked to the fraternity that morning I wondered if Susan knew about Elle’s “problem” and if she did, was that the reason for her attitude. When Elle and I finally got a minute alone I asked her about it and she said she didn’t think she did. She’d worn her skirt again and I wondered what she was wearing under it. All morning I kept hoping to be able to “ go exploring” and to find out but it wasn’t to be. In fact 2pm came far too quickly. We spent most of the time planning my next visit to see her. I told her I’d try to get there the very next weekend. Our good bye was pretty tame. With Elle’s shyness it ended up being little more than a kiss on her cheek. Of course, I was disappointed. But, there were a few very good, if not fulfilling, memories to carry me through the upcoming week. I decided to take my things back to my room and try for a few hours sleep before the “ordeal” started. The girls had stripped and made up the beds fresh for us which was nice. When I went to hang up my clothes in the closet I found a bra hanging on the inside door handle. I pretty much knew everything about Elle’s panties but practically nothing about her bras. I didn’t know if it belonged to her or to Susan even after examining it so I left it there thinking that maybe Bob would know. As I lay down on my bed I found myself wondering just what kind of panties Susan wore. I found it sort of funny, especially in view of my negative opinion of her.
To be continued...
Monday, December 17, 2007
OCTOBER... (Part 28e)
After she’d washed up and changed she came back downstairs and asked if I really minded if she didn’t go back to the fraternity, She said she was ”walked out“ and even her clean and dry slacks bothered her thighs. There wasn’t much that I could say. I think the thing that bothered me most at that time was that there wasn’t any place for us to go to be alone. The living room was ”out of bounds” and the professor was in there reading anyway. Reluctantly I agreed and told her I’d be back to pick her up at 9am for breakfast. I do remember asking if she’d be “nice” and wear a skirt. I also remember her giving me a sly smile before we kissed goodnight.
I’d chosen a bed in a brother’s room deciding against the “dorm” based upon what I’d heard from some of the pledges who slept there. My mistake was that the room was right across from the bathroom. With the party going on all through the night the traffic was tremendous. The door slammed each and every time someone went in or out. And that was on top of all the yelling that goes with a bunch of drunk people. I got very little sleep and finally gave up around 7am or so. I went downstairs and into the living room and saw an incredible mess. Something reminded me that if you went into the creases of the sofas and comfortable chairs there was some good loose change to be found. The sofa turned out to be a good choice. I have no idea how much I found but it was worth the effort. I’d just finished with one when one of the brothers came in and took “dibs” on the other sofa. I saw a comfortable chair in the corner and headed there. The first thing I did was to remove the seat cushion. There, staring me right in the face, was what sure looked like a pair of panties. They were partly stuffed into the underpinnings of the chair. As I pulled them out the brother who had started in on the other sofa saw them and made a B-line right over to me and proceeded to grab them from me. I think I’d mentioned in a much earlier post that the brother’s called any found (or stolen) panties “trophies“ and would hang them on the foyer light. There was some sort of contest or prize for putting them up there. As I wasn’t a ”brother“, this guy wanted credit. I had no problem with that but I'd really wanted to take a good look before he took them.
I hoped that my roommate, Bob, would’ve come downstairs before I left to pick up Elle. I hadn’t caught up with him, at all, since Elle had arrived and hadn’t seen his girlfriend Susan either. I got to the house around 9am and fully expected to see Elle waiting. She wasn’t. I had no way to contact her other than calling up the stairwell and knew if I did the Professor’s wife would be upset. So, I sat on the stairs and waited. Finally, I heard the door to my room open and looked up to see Elle, wearing a skirt as I’d asked, walking down the hall. My natural instinct was to see if I could get a glimpse of her panties but the folds of the skirt didn’t give me much chance for that. As she came down the stairs she apologized for being late. She said she was just about to come downstairs when Susan had woken up. They ended up talking and she lost track of time (just like a female!).
Lying awake in bed I’d come up with a plan to get some quiet time alone with Elle. I remembered how we’d found some time alone down in the ”dungeon“ of the Library when she’d been there for the Spring party. As soon as we finished eating breakfast we headed up the hill. I knew that the rules for access to the ”dungeon“ had changed so was prepared when we arrived. The new rules stated that you needed to have access to a required ”limited access“ text for a course you were currently taking. I qualified even if I had no intention of using the text while down there. Elle was allowed to join me because everyone knew it was a party weekend. I wanted to see just how many people were down there and just where they were located so we walked the entire circumference of the floor before selecting a cubicle. I was so horny I was already ”big“ before we even went into an embrace. As usual, both my hands went to her butt cheeks. I was relieved to feel that she wasn’t wearing a ”package“. After a few minutes of intense kissing, I sat down and had her stand, legs spread slightly apart, right in front of me. My hands went to her legs and then, ever so slowly, up to her waist. The feel of the nylon was exciting to me. Then, I gently pulled her down so she was straddling my legs and sitting on my knees. As soon as my fingers made their way to her crotch I could feel her give off a shudder. I rubbed her crotch and was somewhat surprised that it wasn’t the least bit damp. I knew what to expect if I slid my finger under the leg elastic... her ”slit“ would also be dry. I didn’t want to be too pushy by asking her to give me a ”squirt“ like she’d been so willing to do, without asking, during the Summer. So, I stopped rubbing and just cupped my fingers under her crotch, hoping she’d take the hint. It seemed like a long time but all of a sudden I felt some wet warmth running over my fingers. It was almost like an electric shock. It took me a few seconds but I realized that my squirt was more like a gusher. I started rubbing, back and forth, and could feel her ”button“ through the wet material. I could tell from her movements that she felt it too. Once my finger made it inside the leg elastic I was right on target. But, that was the problem. She was as ”ready“ as I was but her innate modesty was still in control. As soon as she reached the point where she couldn’t stand it any further, she stood up. I was disappointed but really did understand. This was a little too ”public“ to go any further. If we did, and, although we were somewhat hidden, someone were to walk our way, there wasn’t any way to hide what we were doing. I remember having to take a few deep breaths. Elle backed away and after she did I looked at the floor and saw a small puddle. I asked her if she was OK and I remember her saying ”no“, and smiling. She had a small purse with her and before we went back upstairs she pulled out a pair of her sanitary panties and slipped them on. I hoped to see her regular panties as she pulled them up but she somehow managed to do it without giving me even a little peek.
To be continued...
After she’d washed up and changed she came back downstairs and asked if I really minded if she didn’t go back to the fraternity, She said she was ”walked out“ and even her clean and dry slacks bothered her thighs. There wasn’t much that I could say. I think the thing that bothered me most at that time was that there wasn’t any place for us to go to be alone. The living room was ”out of bounds” and the professor was in there reading anyway. Reluctantly I agreed and told her I’d be back to pick her up at 9am for breakfast. I do remember asking if she’d be “nice” and wear a skirt. I also remember her giving me a sly smile before we kissed goodnight.
I’d chosen a bed in a brother’s room deciding against the “dorm” based upon what I’d heard from some of the pledges who slept there. My mistake was that the room was right across from the bathroom. With the party going on all through the night the traffic was tremendous. The door slammed each and every time someone went in or out. And that was on top of all the yelling that goes with a bunch of drunk people. I got very little sleep and finally gave up around 7am or so. I went downstairs and into the living room and saw an incredible mess. Something reminded me that if you went into the creases of the sofas and comfortable chairs there was some good loose change to be found. The sofa turned out to be a good choice. I have no idea how much I found but it was worth the effort. I’d just finished with one when one of the brothers came in and took “dibs” on the other sofa. I saw a comfortable chair in the corner and headed there. The first thing I did was to remove the seat cushion. There, staring me right in the face, was what sure looked like a pair of panties. They were partly stuffed into the underpinnings of the chair. As I pulled them out the brother who had started in on the other sofa saw them and made a B-line right over to me and proceeded to grab them from me. I think I’d mentioned in a much earlier post that the brother’s called any found (or stolen) panties “trophies“ and would hang them on the foyer light. There was some sort of contest or prize for putting them up there. As I wasn’t a ”brother“, this guy wanted credit. I had no problem with that but I'd really wanted to take a good look before he took them.
I hoped that my roommate, Bob, would’ve come downstairs before I left to pick up Elle. I hadn’t caught up with him, at all, since Elle had arrived and hadn’t seen his girlfriend Susan either. I got to the house around 9am and fully expected to see Elle waiting. She wasn’t. I had no way to contact her other than calling up the stairwell and knew if I did the Professor’s wife would be upset. So, I sat on the stairs and waited. Finally, I heard the door to my room open and looked up to see Elle, wearing a skirt as I’d asked, walking down the hall. My natural instinct was to see if I could get a glimpse of her panties but the folds of the skirt didn’t give me much chance for that. As she came down the stairs she apologized for being late. She said she was just about to come downstairs when Susan had woken up. They ended up talking and she lost track of time (just like a female!).
Lying awake in bed I’d come up with a plan to get some quiet time alone with Elle. I remembered how we’d found some time alone down in the ”dungeon“ of the Library when she’d been there for the Spring party. As soon as we finished eating breakfast we headed up the hill. I knew that the rules for access to the ”dungeon“ had changed so was prepared when we arrived. The new rules stated that you needed to have access to a required ”limited access“ text for a course you were currently taking. I qualified even if I had no intention of using the text while down there. Elle was allowed to join me because everyone knew it was a party weekend. I wanted to see just how many people were down there and just where they were located so we walked the entire circumference of the floor before selecting a cubicle. I was so horny I was already ”big“ before we even went into an embrace. As usual, both my hands went to her butt cheeks. I was relieved to feel that she wasn’t wearing a ”package“. After a few minutes of intense kissing, I sat down and had her stand, legs spread slightly apart, right in front of me. My hands went to her legs and then, ever so slowly, up to her waist. The feel of the nylon was exciting to me. Then, I gently pulled her down so she was straddling my legs and sitting on my knees. As soon as my fingers made their way to her crotch I could feel her give off a shudder. I rubbed her crotch and was somewhat surprised that it wasn’t the least bit damp. I knew what to expect if I slid my finger under the leg elastic... her ”slit“ would also be dry. I didn’t want to be too pushy by asking her to give me a ”squirt“ like she’d been so willing to do, without asking, during the Summer. So, I stopped rubbing and just cupped my fingers under her crotch, hoping she’d take the hint. It seemed like a long time but all of a sudden I felt some wet warmth running over my fingers. It was almost like an electric shock. It took me a few seconds but I realized that my squirt was more like a gusher. I started rubbing, back and forth, and could feel her ”button“ through the wet material. I could tell from her movements that she felt it too. Once my finger made it inside the leg elastic I was right on target. But, that was the problem. She was as ”ready“ as I was but her innate modesty was still in control. As soon as she reached the point where she couldn’t stand it any further, she stood up. I was disappointed but really did understand. This was a little too ”public“ to go any further. If we did, and, although we were somewhat hidden, someone were to walk our way, there wasn’t any way to hide what we were doing. I remember having to take a few deep breaths. Elle backed away and after she did I looked at the floor and saw a small puddle. I asked her if she was OK and I remember her saying ”no“, and smiling. She had a small purse with her and before we went back upstairs she pulled out a pair of her sanitary panties and slipped them on. I hoped to see her regular panties as she pulled them up but she somehow managed to do it without giving me even a little peek.
To be continued...
Saturday, December 15, 2007
OCTOBER... Part 28 d)
Knowing that what would be left in the way of food back at the fraternity would be the dregs I suggested that we go eat at the tavern where the guys from the fraternity hung out. Mo, the owner, let the guys run a ”tab“ of up to $10 and since I’d hardly been there at all decided to take advantage of it. Because of party weekend business was slow so we had a choice of tables. Elle didn’t like the place because it smelled of cigarette smoke and stale beer but it was pretty much eat there or go hungry. We didn’t say much at first. Me, because I knew I was ”on thin ice“ about asking her to change, and Elle because she was uncomfortable in a place like that. The arrival of the food mellowed her out some and we got back to her initiation.
Basically what was done was to play games to entertain the sisters. There was a modicum of embarrassment for all but, with the housemother present, they weren’t allowed to go too far. I asked about some of the different things they did and there were a few that got my attention. Right after the ”washing machine“ game each girl, with the exception of Dee who had been the loser in the previous game, was matched up with another of about the same size and stature. Then, facing, they had to undress each other (down to bra and panties) and then they had to dress the other, switching clothes. Elle said they could have used their own clothes because the hard part was in getting the other person dressed. The ”losers“ (the team that was last to complete the task) were then taken upstairs for a cold shower, clothes and all.
One that really had my attention was one they called ”panty raid“. With all the pledges in a circle in the living room the pledge mistress stepped into the center with a basket. She then dumped the contents, panties, onto the floor. Elle said there were really surprised looks on some faces when they realized that the panties actually belonged to them. Each pledge had a ”big sister“ and each of them had gone into the dresser drawers of their ”little sister“ and done a "panty raid". The pledgemistress then would pick out a pair from the pile and walk around the circle waiting for the owner to claim them. Since name tags were in all the girls clothes there was no question as to knowing the actual owner. But, the criteria for the "big sisters" in making the choice for each girl was to find a pair that was ”different“ for some reason or another. Then, after the owner stepped forward or was ”outted“ by the pledgemistress she had to ”defend“ them by answering questions from the sisters. Elle laughed when she told me about a couple of them. They had holes in them and in her eyes they were unwearable. Luckily, hers weren’t the first. She said she was worried that a pair of her Carter’s cotton panties would be shown. Because they were what she wore at night they were very noticeably stained. But her ”big sister“ was kind and chose a pair of her nylon ones. The only thing that was said about them was that they were ”too plain“ and that she ought to upgrade. An interesting aside to all this was that after they answered the questions they had to put them on over what they were wearing.
Other games included relay races up and down the stairs, truth or consequences (the forerunner of truth or dare) and the like. Elle said it was probably early in the morning when they were all taken to the game room in the basement and blindfolded. Elle's ”big sister“ had made sure that she was given the opportunity to use the toilet during the games and right before they were taken downstairs. She said it was obvious that something important was about to happen soon after they arrived as they were all told to sit on the floor and not to utter a sound. She said it seemed like ”forever“ until she was tapped on the shoulder and led into another room. Once there she was ”grilled’ on the history of the sorority and the like. She said that as tired as she was she couldn’t get the answers out fast enough before the sisters were yelling at her saying stuff like she wasn’t worthy of being a member. She admitted that she “lost it“, started crying and really couldn’t remember what happened right after that. The first thing she really remembered clearly was that she was in the kitchen with some of the other pledges and some of the sisters and they were all yelling ”congratulations!”. It was after that started to sink in that she realized she was wet. But the excitement of knowing she was now a full fledged “sister” out weighed that little problem. She said she joined in bouncing all around hugging anyone she could get her arms around.
By that time it was almost 8pm and I was supposed to be at the pep rally and bonfire with the other pledges. We actually had to run part way to make it. I had to check in with the pledgemaster and then wait around until after the fire was started. Being around my fellow pledges right at that time made me sort of lose focus on Elle for a while and when I refocused it was obvious that she had a problem. I, more or less, knew what it was but couldn’t say anything with so many people around. I think I might’ve said something along the lines of “how bad?” and she just rolled her eyes. Wearing a skirt always gave her some leeway but she was wearing wool slacks. When we started walking away from the fire she was walking slowly. By the time we got to about 100 yards away from the fraternity she said the wet wool was chafing her inner thighs and she could hardly walk. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go back to my room and get a change of clothes for her. When we got to Fraternity it was fairly empty. Elle said that in spite of being wet she had to sit down. The chairs in the dining room were the only ones that couldn’t be hurt by moisture so we sat down there. I got the idea that maybe we could have my roommate’s date, Susan, to go back and get something for her but I had no idea where they were. I hadn’t even seen them since Elle had arrived. I have no idea how long we sat there but when Elle got up to go to the bathroom I got the idea of getting some of my clothes. At least that way we could get her back to my room and she could get washed up and some dry clothes on. When I told her she laughed. I was 6’1“ and she was 5’6’‘. But she didn’t have any other choice. I told her that if we did that right at that time there wouldn’t be many people to see her dressed that way. The one good thing about the wool slacks was that they didn’t show the wetness that readily so moving about the fraternity and having someone see it was minimized. The real problem was the chafing. So I ran upstairs and grabbed a pair of chinos, underpants and socks. I couldn’t do anything about her shoes.
As silly as she looked with about 5 turns up on the cuffs of the chinos she was happy just to be in something dry and that wasn’t chafing her. When we got outside and alone she laughingly told me that my underpants were "baggy in the front". We took our time walking back downtown. She had rolled her wet panties up in the slacks and gave them to me to carry. Fortunately it was dark and no one could tell what I was carrying. I wanted to ask if the new panties had made a difference but didn’t dare. As I know now there was no way for her to tell. This time the talk was about what my fears concerning my upcoming initiation were... and there were many.
To be continued...
Knowing that what would be left in the way of food back at the fraternity would be the dregs I suggested that we go eat at the tavern where the guys from the fraternity hung out. Mo, the owner, let the guys run a ”tab“ of up to $10 and since I’d hardly been there at all decided to take advantage of it. Because of party weekend business was slow so we had a choice of tables. Elle didn’t like the place because it smelled of cigarette smoke and stale beer but it was pretty much eat there or go hungry. We didn’t say much at first. Me, because I knew I was ”on thin ice“ about asking her to change, and Elle because she was uncomfortable in a place like that. The arrival of the food mellowed her out some and we got back to her initiation.
Basically what was done was to play games to entertain the sisters. There was a modicum of embarrassment for all but, with the housemother present, they weren’t allowed to go too far. I asked about some of the different things they did and there were a few that got my attention. Right after the ”washing machine“ game each girl, with the exception of Dee who had been the loser in the previous game, was matched up with another of about the same size and stature. Then, facing, they had to undress each other (down to bra and panties) and then they had to dress the other, switching clothes. Elle said they could have used their own clothes because the hard part was in getting the other person dressed. The ”losers“ (the team that was last to complete the task) were then taken upstairs for a cold shower, clothes and all.
One that really had my attention was one they called ”panty raid“. With all the pledges in a circle in the living room the pledge mistress stepped into the center with a basket. She then dumped the contents, panties, onto the floor. Elle said there were really surprised looks on some faces when they realized that the panties actually belonged to them. Each pledge had a ”big sister“ and each of them had gone into the dresser drawers of their ”little sister“ and done a "panty raid". The pledgemistress then would pick out a pair from the pile and walk around the circle waiting for the owner to claim them. Since name tags were in all the girls clothes there was no question as to knowing the actual owner. But, the criteria for the "big sisters" in making the choice for each girl was to find a pair that was ”different“ for some reason or another. Then, after the owner stepped forward or was ”outted“ by the pledgemistress she had to ”defend“ them by answering questions from the sisters. Elle laughed when she told me about a couple of them. They had holes in them and in her eyes they were unwearable. Luckily, hers weren’t the first. She said she was worried that a pair of her Carter’s cotton panties would be shown. Because they were what she wore at night they were very noticeably stained. But her ”big sister“ was kind and chose a pair of her nylon ones. The only thing that was said about them was that they were ”too plain“ and that she ought to upgrade. An interesting aside to all this was that after they answered the questions they had to put them on over what they were wearing.
Other games included relay races up and down the stairs, truth or consequences (the forerunner of truth or dare) and the like. Elle said it was probably early in the morning when they were all taken to the game room in the basement and blindfolded. Elle's ”big sister“ had made sure that she was given the opportunity to use the toilet during the games and right before they were taken downstairs. She said it was obvious that something important was about to happen soon after they arrived as they were all told to sit on the floor and not to utter a sound. She said it seemed like ”forever“ until she was tapped on the shoulder and led into another room. Once there she was ”grilled’ on the history of the sorority and the like. She said that as tired as she was she couldn’t get the answers out fast enough before the sisters were yelling at her saying stuff like she wasn’t worthy of being a member. She admitted that she “lost it“, started crying and really couldn’t remember what happened right after that. The first thing she really remembered clearly was that she was in the kitchen with some of the other pledges and some of the sisters and they were all yelling ”congratulations!”. It was after that started to sink in that she realized she was wet. But the excitement of knowing she was now a full fledged “sister” out weighed that little problem. She said she joined in bouncing all around hugging anyone she could get her arms around.
By that time it was almost 8pm and I was supposed to be at the pep rally and bonfire with the other pledges. We actually had to run part way to make it. I had to check in with the pledgemaster and then wait around until after the fire was started. Being around my fellow pledges right at that time made me sort of lose focus on Elle for a while and when I refocused it was obvious that she had a problem. I, more or less, knew what it was but couldn’t say anything with so many people around. I think I might’ve said something along the lines of “how bad?” and she just rolled her eyes. Wearing a skirt always gave her some leeway but she was wearing wool slacks. When we started walking away from the fire she was walking slowly. By the time we got to about 100 yards away from the fraternity she said the wet wool was chafing her inner thighs and she could hardly walk. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go back to my room and get a change of clothes for her. When we got to Fraternity it was fairly empty. Elle said that in spite of being wet she had to sit down. The chairs in the dining room were the only ones that couldn’t be hurt by moisture so we sat down there. I got the idea that maybe we could have my roommate’s date, Susan, to go back and get something for her but I had no idea where they were. I hadn’t even seen them since Elle had arrived. I have no idea how long we sat there but when Elle got up to go to the bathroom I got the idea of getting some of my clothes. At least that way we could get her back to my room and she could get washed up and some dry clothes on. When I told her she laughed. I was 6’1“ and she was 5’6’‘. But she didn’t have any other choice. I told her that if we did that right at that time there wouldn’t be many people to see her dressed that way. The one good thing about the wool slacks was that they didn’t show the wetness that readily so moving about the fraternity and having someone see it was minimized. The real problem was the chafing. So I ran upstairs and grabbed a pair of chinos, underpants and socks. I couldn’t do anything about her shoes.
As silly as she looked with about 5 turns up on the cuffs of the chinos she was happy just to be in something dry and that wasn’t chafing her. When we got outside and alone she laughingly told me that my underpants were "baggy in the front". We took our time walking back downtown. She had rolled her wet panties up in the slacks and gave them to me to carry. Fortunately it was dark and no one could tell what I was carrying. I wanted to ask if the new panties had made a difference but didn’t dare. As I know now there was no way for her to tell. This time the talk was about what my fears concerning my upcoming initiation were... and there were many.
To be continued...
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
OCTOBER... (Part 28c)
There were two reasons for looking forward to Elle's visit for Fall Party weekend. One should be obvious. The other was that there would be temporary relief from hazing by the fraternity brothers. Pledges with dates weren’t given a ”free ride” but we wouldn’t be harassed by them. Bob, my roommate, had convinced his “steady” to come and we spoke to Mrs. K. about letting our dates use our room during party weekend. The only ”catch“ was that John, the third guy from the fraternity, would have to find some other place to stay over that time. It took a little persuasion but he, for a fee, agreed. It wasn’t that much but it was the principle of the thing that upset us. One of Elle’s sorority sisters had been asked to the party and she’d arranged for Elle to come over with her and her date. Bob and I moved our clothes and things to the fraternity where we were allowed to sleep in the bunks of guys who weren’t partaking of the weekend and had left campus. I was really anxious to see Elle and was hoping to find some place, somewhere, to be alone with her during the time she was there.
When she arrived it was almost time for supper but we decided to take her bag to the room to ”get re-acquainted“. Fortunately, the weather was nice as we had to walk. I was anxious to hear the details about Elle’s initiation and she was more than willing to share with me. The process wasn’t nearly as drawn out as what I understood to be forthcoming to me. As soon as I'd left Elle two weekends prior, the sisters herded all the pledges into the house. Elle said she was surprised to find all the furniture in the main living room had been pushed to the walls. The pledges were then brought into the room and saw the sisters surrounding them. They were then instructed to go get dressed as if they were going to classes. (As her school was a teaching college the girls all had to wear dresses or skirts to class to get them used to being a "professional". You have to remember that this was in the time that dress codes were the norm) They had to come back wearing a minimum of four items of clothing. Elle said they were all puzzled as to what was happening. When they returned they were told to make a circle and then told to strip to their underwear and to throw their clothes into a pile in the center. They were a little reluctant to do it but slowly they complied... with the exception of Maggie, the roommate who was the exceptionally shy girl. Mrs. M., the housemother who was overseeing the whole process, allowed her to wear pajamas under her regular clothes. After they had all undressed, the pledgemistress stirred all the clothes up. Then they were told to dive into the pile and find their own clothes and to get dressed. They called the game ”washing machine“. Elle said it pure chaos with girls climbing all over each other trying to find their own things. Even though they didn’t know what the ”punishment“ was for being last, no one wanted to find out. Just thinking of about 15 girls in just their underwear climbing on each other was enough for me to have the start of a bulge. Elle wasn’t last but Dee, one of her roommates, was. The ”prize“ for finishing last was that she had to undress again down to her underwear again and then be ”painted“ with cake icing. Elle said she looked gross.
We’d made it to the house long before she finished but we stood on the porch as she finished it up. I had some questions but she’d gotten cold just standing there so we went inside. Under Mrs. K’s ”rules" I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere but in the foyer. As Elle went up the stairs I remembered the cotton panties I’d bought when I’d taken my car home. I’d originally thought about telling her about them when we started walking but had gotten so caught up in what she was telling me that I forgot. As I waited for her to return I tried to figure a way to broach the subject. It dawned on me then to ask her about her nighttime “protection” as it was my bed she was going to be sleeping in. When she returned I checked to see if anyone was in the living room and, finding no one, brought the subject up. She said she’d brought her normal “package” for sleeping. She wanted to know why I’d asked and I, a little embarrassed, told her I was concerned about my mattress. She laughed and said it was “safe” as her full plastic panties usually worked. That reminded me that I’d not seen them and was curious about them. I don’t remember exactly what I said but somehow I managed to get out that I’d bought her some new “special” panties for wearing at night. I knew exactly where I’d hidden them and told her to go back upstairs to get them. I also remember asking her to bring the plastic panties back with them. I’m sure she gave me one of “those” looks, if you know what I mean, but her curiosity made her run up the stairs anyway. It seemed like a long time before she returned. I’m smiling as I think of how she looked coming down the stairs. She was paranoid that someone from the house would see what she had pressed tightly against her chest as see peered over the banister. When she reached me she was whispering and had a strange look on her face. She was puzzled about the panties and why I’d bought them. I thought she’d be happy but I ended up having to defend myself. I remember having her feel the thickness of them and, reluctantly, admitting that they were heavier but she still wasn’t “buying” the thought that they would be better than what she normally wore. It was around that time that I realized that we’d pretty much missed supper by then.
I remember pleading with her to go change into the new panties. She’d worn a pad under her normal Carter’s cotton panties along with the sanitary panty for the trip over, "just to be safe“ and still had that combination on. She gave in but ”that look“ was written all over her face as she went back upstairs. When she returned I didn’t dare bring the subject up again.
To be continued...
There were two reasons for looking forward to Elle's visit for Fall Party weekend. One should be obvious. The other was that there would be temporary relief from hazing by the fraternity brothers. Pledges with dates weren’t given a ”free ride” but we wouldn’t be harassed by them. Bob, my roommate, had convinced his “steady” to come and we spoke to Mrs. K. about letting our dates use our room during party weekend. The only ”catch“ was that John, the third guy from the fraternity, would have to find some other place to stay over that time. It took a little persuasion but he, for a fee, agreed. It wasn’t that much but it was the principle of the thing that upset us. One of Elle’s sorority sisters had been asked to the party and she’d arranged for Elle to come over with her and her date. Bob and I moved our clothes and things to the fraternity where we were allowed to sleep in the bunks of guys who weren’t partaking of the weekend and had left campus. I was really anxious to see Elle and was hoping to find some place, somewhere, to be alone with her during the time she was there.
When she arrived it was almost time for supper but we decided to take her bag to the room to ”get re-acquainted“. Fortunately, the weather was nice as we had to walk. I was anxious to hear the details about Elle’s initiation and she was more than willing to share with me. The process wasn’t nearly as drawn out as what I understood to be forthcoming to me. As soon as I'd left Elle two weekends prior, the sisters herded all the pledges into the house. Elle said she was surprised to find all the furniture in the main living room had been pushed to the walls. The pledges were then brought into the room and saw the sisters surrounding them. They were then instructed to go get dressed as if they were going to classes. (As her school was a teaching college the girls all had to wear dresses or skirts to class to get them used to being a "professional". You have to remember that this was in the time that dress codes were the norm) They had to come back wearing a minimum of four items of clothing. Elle said they were all puzzled as to what was happening. When they returned they were told to make a circle and then told to strip to their underwear and to throw their clothes into a pile in the center. They were a little reluctant to do it but slowly they complied... with the exception of Maggie, the roommate who was the exceptionally shy girl. Mrs. M., the housemother who was overseeing the whole process, allowed her to wear pajamas under her regular clothes. After they had all undressed, the pledgemistress stirred all the clothes up. Then they were told to dive into the pile and find their own clothes and to get dressed. They called the game ”washing machine“. Elle said it pure chaos with girls climbing all over each other trying to find their own things. Even though they didn’t know what the ”punishment“ was for being last, no one wanted to find out. Just thinking of about 15 girls in just their underwear climbing on each other was enough for me to have the start of a bulge. Elle wasn’t last but Dee, one of her roommates, was. The ”prize“ for finishing last was that she had to undress again down to her underwear again and then be ”painted“ with cake icing. Elle said she looked gross.
We’d made it to the house long before she finished but we stood on the porch as she finished it up. I had some questions but she’d gotten cold just standing there so we went inside. Under Mrs. K’s ”rules" I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere but in the foyer. As Elle went up the stairs I remembered the cotton panties I’d bought when I’d taken my car home. I’d originally thought about telling her about them when we started walking but had gotten so caught up in what she was telling me that I forgot. As I waited for her to return I tried to figure a way to broach the subject. It dawned on me then to ask her about her nighttime “protection” as it was my bed she was going to be sleeping in. When she returned I checked to see if anyone was in the living room and, finding no one, brought the subject up. She said she’d brought her normal “package” for sleeping. She wanted to know why I’d asked and I, a little embarrassed, told her I was concerned about my mattress. She laughed and said it was “safe” as her full plastic panties usually worked. That reminded me that I’d not seen them and was curious about them. I don’t remember exactly what I said but somehow I managed to get out that I’d bought her some new “special” panties for wearing at night. I knew exactly where I’d hidden them and told her to go back upstairs to get them. I also remember asking her to bring the plastic panties back with them. I’m sure she gave me one of “those” looks, if you know what I mean, but her curiosity made her run up the stairs anyway. It seemed like a long time before she returned. I’m smiling as I think of how she looked coming down the stairs. She was paranoid that someone from the house would see what she had pressed tightly against her chest as see peered over the banister. When she reached me she was whispering and had a strange look on her face. She was puzzled about the panties and why I’d bought them. I thought she’d be happy but I ended up having to defend myself. I remember having her feel the thickness of them and, reluctantly, admitting that they were heavier but she still wasn’t “buying” the thought that they would be better than what she normally wore. It was around that time that I realized that we’d pretty much missed supper by then.
I remember pleading with her to go change into the new panties. She’d worn a pad under her normal Carter’s cotton panties along with the sanitary panty for the trip over, "just to be safe“ and still had that combination on. She gave in but ”that look“ was written all over her face as she went back upstairs. When she returned I didn’t dare bring the subject up again.
To be continued...
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
OCTOBER... (Part 28b)
The primary topic was how much difference the operation had made in her day to day life. All I’d ever gotten from her was that she was “seeing an improvement“. I made her spell out just what that meant. She said that she felt she could now safely go about two hours without using the toilet. She said she ”experimented” around the sorority on weekends by wearing just panties but still wasn’t ready to try going that long when out in public... but she definitely could see improvement.
The secondary topic was just how she was making out at the sorority with not only her roommates as well as the rest of the house. She said the roommates had adapted to her “problem” fairly well. It was a pretty homogeneous group and they all got along well. She’d become fairly friendly with two others but pretty much liked them all. The only complaint was from Lois who slept in the bunk above her. When Elle’s alarm would go off to wake her up to use the toilet she could hear it and then, when Elle got out of bed, it would rock. But other than that things had gone well. As far as the “sisters”, other than her “big sister” and the pledgemistress she didn’t think anyone else knew. She knew that Mrs. M, the housemother, had told the pledgemistress and told her not to use that knowledge against her and felt that she hadn’t.
When she’d finished and before I could get “close” to her she wanted to hear about my life as a pledge but I wanted to get “close” to her so didn’t waste much time on that subject at all. I finally got her to come lay her head on my shoulder. It wasn’t what I’d hoped for but at least it was something. Just as I was about to suggest that she get “comfortable” by laying across my lap there was a knock on the door. Elle got up to see who it was and when she did I peeked at my watch. I couldn’t believe that almost two hours had passed and that we were going to have to leave soon to get Elle back to the sorority by 5pm. The knock was from someone who didn’t know the unofficial “rules” for the use of the room. When Elle returned to me I mentioned the time and that we had to get ready to leave. When she heard that she immediately turned and left the room. I figured that she did the calculation and knew that she better find a toilet. I’ll admit I was disappointed. Not that I wanted her to have an “accident“ but I’d been waiting to get ”up close and personal“ with her and now it was time to go... or so I thought. When she came back she walked up right in front of me (I was still sitting on the love seat) and undid the side button on her pants and unzipped them. I stood up and slid my hand down her front and found that she’d not wiped. What a rush!. It seemed like forever since I’d been in that area. The soft flimsy feel of the wet nylon gave me an instant hard on. I don’t remember much else other than it didn’t last all that long.
When we got back to the sorority we found most of the pledges out on the porch. Elle wanted to introduce me to some of her roommates and after meeting a couple of them (Dee and Terri) another girl came up and told us that she’d heard that their actual initiation was going to begin at 5pm. That got everybody excited and my presence was pretty much negated at that point. If you’ve ever seen a bunch of girls get excited all at once you know what I’m talking about. I don’t even remember what constituted my ”good bye“ with Elle.
It was two weeks until Fall Party and until I saw Elle again. I knew exactly when initiation would begin for me and it was right after the official end of the party or, 6pm Sunday. The brothers had been ratcheting up the harassment of the pledges and life was pretty miserable. I was stressed almost to the maximum. One morning, at ROTC drill, I passed out and ended up in the infirmary for a day. When I was released I was told to rest and not to do any strenuous activity. I knew if I went to the fraternity I’d just get more crap so headed for my room downtown. I remember lying in bed and then hearing somebody yelling something like ”Anybody home?“ I got up and looked down the stairwell to see a deliveryman. He needed Mrs. K to sign a receipt. I could see her car in the driveway so gave another call for her. Hearing nothing I led him outside. As strange as it seems, in the six weeks I’d lived there I’d never been in the back yard. When they had added on to the house they put part of it in the driveway thus blocking it but there was an arbor and I figured that would lead there. As walked through it I saw a beautiful formal garden. It reminded me of the one at my grandparents house. But what really caught my attention was the ”T“ type clothes line I saw against the fence on the other side of the property. Hanging from the line were four pair of panties. It was easy to know which were Julie’s and which were Mrs. K’s. Two pair were typical full panty briefs and two were flare leg. I called for Mrs. K and she appeared from inside of what was once a carriage house (based on the age of the house). I stayed with the delivery man until she got to us. I really wanted to get closer to the panties but there was no way. When the man left Mrs. K. thanked me for finding her and when I started out towards the arbor she told me to follow her. She led me through the back door and into the kitchen. It was the first time I’d been in any part of the back of the house. Although she was walking me through to the hall I quickly looked around and saw a staircase and another bathroom. That explained why I never saw either Professor K. or Mrs K. in the upstairs bathroom. Back in my room I kept thinking of the panties on the line. I wondered why there were no other clothes along with them. But, it also got me to thinking about finding reasons to ”take a peek“ in the back yard in the future.
To be continued...
The primary topic was how much difference the operation had made in her day to day life. All I’d ever gotten from her was that she was “seeing an improvement“. I made her spell out just what that meant. She said that she felt she could now safely go about two hours without using the toilet. She said she ”experimented” around the sorority on weekends by wearing just panties but still wasn’t ready to try going that long when out in public... but she definitely could see improvement.
The secondary topic was just how she was making out at the sorority with not only her roommates as well as the rest of the house. She said the roommates had adapted to her “problem” fairly well. It was a pretty homogeneous group and they all got along well. She’d become fairly friendly with two others but pretty much liked them all. The only complaint was from Lois who slept in the bunk above her. When Elle’s alarm would go off to wake her up to use the toilet she could hear it and then, when Elle got out of bed, it would rock. But other than that things had gone well. As far as the “sisters”, other than her “big sister” and the pledgemistress she didn’t think anyone else knew. She knew that Mrs. M, the housemother, had told the pledgemistress and told her not to use that knowledge against her and felt that she hadn’t.
When she’d finished and before I could get “close” to her she wanted to hear about my life as a pledge but I wanted to get “close” to her so didn’t waste much time on that subject at all. I finally got her to come lay her head on my shoulder. It wasn’t what I’d hoped for but at least it was something. Just as I was about to suggest that she get “comfortable” by laying across my lap there was a knock on the door. Elle got up to see who it was and when she did I peeked at my watch. I couldn’t believe that almost two hours had passed and that we were going to have to leave soon to get Elle back to the sorority by 5pm. The knock was from someone who didn’t know the unofficial “rules” for the use of the room. When Elle returned to me I mentioned the time and that we had to get ready to leave. When she heard that she immediately turned and left the room. I figured that she did the calculation and knew that she better find a toilet. I’ll admit I was disappointed. Not that I wanted her to have an “accident“ but I’d been waiting to get ”up close and personal“ with her and now it was time to go... or so I thought. When she came back she walked up right in front of me (I was still sitting on the love seat) and undid the side button on her pants and unzipped them. I stood up and slid my hand down her front and found that she’d not wiped. What a rush!. It seemed like forever since I’d been in that area. The soft flimsy feel of the wet nylon gave me an instant hard on. I don’t remember much else other than it didn’t last all that long.
When we got back to the sorority we found most of the pledges out on the porch. Elle wanted to introduce me to some of her roommates and after meeting a couple of them (Dee and Terri) another girl came up and told us that she’d heard that their actual initiation was going to begin at 5pm. That got everybody excited and my presence was pretty much negated at that point. If you’ve ever seen a bunch of girls get excited all at once you know what I’m talking about. I don’t even remember what constituted my ”good bye“ with Elle.
It was two weeks until Fall Party and until I saw Elle again. I knew exactly when initiation would begin for me and it was right after the official end of the party or, 6pm Sunday. The brothers had been ratcheting up the harassment of the pledges and life was pretty miserable. I was stressed almost to the maximum. One morning, at ROTC drill, I passed out and ended up in the infirmary for a day. When I was released I was told to rest and not to do any strenuous activity. I knew if I went to the fraternity I’d just get more crap so headed for my room downtown. I remember lying in bed and then hearing somebody yelling something like ”Anybody home?“ I got up and looked down the stairwell to see a deliveryman. He needed Mrs. K to sign a receipt. I could see her car in the driveway so gave another call for her. Hearing nothing I led him outside. As strange as it seems, in the six weeks I’d lived there I’d never been in the back yard. When they had added on to the house they put part of it in the driveway thus blocking it but there was an arbor and I figured that would lead there. As walked through it I saw a beautiful formal garden. It reminded me of the one at my grandparents house. But what really caught my attention was the ”T“ type clothes line I saw against the fence on the other side of the property. Hanging from the line were four pair of panties. It was easy to know which were Julie’s and which were Mrs. K’s. Two pair were typical full panty briefs and two were flare leg. I called for Mrs. K and she appeared from inside of what was once a carriage house (based on the age of the house). I stayed with the delivery man until she got to us. I really wanted to get closer to the panties but there was no way. When the man left Mrs. K. thanked me for finding her and when I started out towards the arbor she told me to follow her. She led me through the back door and into the kitchen. It was the first time I’d been in any part of the back of the house. Although she was walking me through to the hall I quickly looked around and saw a staircase and another bathroom. That explained why I never saw either Professor K. or Mrs K. in the upstairs bathroom. Back in my room I kept thinking of the panties on the line. I wondered why there were no other clothes along with them. But, it also got me to thinking about finding reasons to ”take a peek“ in the back yard in the future.
To be continued...
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
OCTOBER... (Part 28a)
With all the pressure from the fraternity and classes, my days were full. Seldom did Bob and I get back to our room during the day and when we did it was just for a brief moment to get something we needed. On one of those days I had to run (literally) back to the room to get a “prop” needed for a skit that some other pledges and I were doing for the supper entertainment. After retrieving what I was after I started down the hall to the bathroom and as I did I heard the front door slam. As I continued down the hall I saw Julie running up the stairs. She was wearing her cheerleading outfit and had one hand between her legs. I stopped and watched her go directly into the bathroom. As you can imagine I was intrigued. Even though I had to get right back to the fraternity I really did need to use the toilet. I stood there for a few minutes just to see what she did. I was about to move on when the door opened and she ran down the other hall to her room. I waited a few seconds and then went into the bathroom. The toilet was on the left as you walked in. When sitting there you were facing the window and as I did I saw something shiny on the floor. I looked closely and saw it was a trail of liquid. That immediately told me that she hadn’t made it to the toilet. Even though there was absolutely nothing about Julie that attracted me to her I found myself getting hard when I realized what she'd done. When I finished my “business” I went over to the sink and washed my hands. Lying on the sink by the cold water tap was a pair of what had to have been the “bloomers” to her outfit. They were red and I gently picked them up. As I shook them out I could see the wetness in the crotch area. But reality struck quickly when I looked at my watch. I really had to run to make it back to the fraternity on time. But my thoughts the whole way back were on Julie, wondering if this was a common ocurrance or not.
Elle’s college didn’t have a designated “Fall Weekend” like mine did. Their big Fall shindig was what they called “Homecoming” which was geared to their alumni. However, all the fraternities and sororities participated in the celebration by creating decorated floats for a big parade. It went through the downtown area ending up at the football field just before the game. The “brother” who had offered to drive me to Elle’s chose that weekend for his visit. It didn’t matter at first when we went but it turned out that this was a good choice.
By the time we got there the parade had already begun. I had him let me off downtown and I chased the parade to find Elle and her sorority’s float. She had told me that, as a pledge, she had to walk along side it with the full “sisters” getting to ride. When I got her attention I could see her smile light up her whole face. I couldn’t really talk to her but she was able to let me know where she’d be sitting at the stadium. When she finally reached me there she gave me one of the most emotional hugs I’d ever gotten from her. Usually it was me leading the way but not so this time. When she finally let me go she told me she really needed to get to a bathroom. (Remember, this was in the time before porta potties.) There were only two ladies bathrooms with a limited number of stalls at the stadium. (It was small) The closest real facilities were back at the Student Union. We’d made this same trek a few times in her Freshman year. But, as a pledge, she had to be excused by the pledge mistress first. It became obvious that Elle had developed a rapport with her, somewhat like the one I had with my “big brother”. With me standing by her side, Elle was told to just be back at the sorority by 5pm and she waved us off with a wink.
I was surprised that while we walked towards the SU Elle volunteered she was “soaked”. She would usually answer specific questions I might ask her but never volunteered any of that type of information. Taking her lead I asked her just what she was wearing. We’d come up with the code word “package” together quite a while back and it signified that she was wearing a sanitary pad with a pair of the heavy cotton Carter’s Spanky pants holding it and then another pad and another pair of panties over that. The last time I’d actually seen her wearing that combination she wore a pair of the sanitary panties with the plastic crotch to, hopefully, prevent any small leaks from getting into her clothes. She told me she had on a “package” but there was something new. She’d told me a while back that she now had full plastic panties to wear at night and she was wearing one. I knew that she'd told me that she’d begun to see the positive results of the operation so I was puzzled as to why. She then told me that all the pledges had to go to the farm where the float had been decorated at 9am to finish it up and there were no facilities. She said she just knew that by the time they made it to the staging area that she’d be wet and, even if she brought replacement “supplies”, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to get changed so decided to wear the full plastic panties just to be safe. I’d never seen them and as she talked about them I found myself starting a “bulge“.
The rest rooms were on the lower floor of the SU. As Elle went to clean up I went into the cafeteria which, because of the special nature of the weekend, was open to the public. I got a snack and then waited and waited for Elle. It seemed like forever. When she finally came up the stairs she had what looked like a ball of paper in one hand. I asked her what it was and she laughed and told me it was the remains of her ”package“, or, at least, her washed out wet panties. We headed for the lounge. I was surprised at just how many people were in there what with the football game going on. But one thing I noticed was that the door to the little room to the left of the fireplace was ajar. I led Elle over to it, knocked and not getting a reply, walked in. The blinds were down and the lights were off . It didn’t take much to figure out what the previous occupants had been doing in there.
We took off our coats and this time I took the lead and hugged and kissed Elle, As was my usual way, my two hands cupped her butt cheeks. To my pleasant surprise, she wasn’t wearing a ”package”. I wanted to sit on the love seat with her lying across my lap but she resisted. After the greeting I’d received at the stadium and the willing way she'd just returned my hug and kiss I was surprised. But, she said there was so much to talk about that she felt that we should do that first. (You have to realize that I’d asked her a lot of questions when I wrote or did get her on the phone and she hadn't been comfortable answering any of them on the phone at the sorority) Somewhat disappointed, I sat back and let her start talking.
To be continued...
With all the pressure from the fraternity and classes, my days were full. Seldom did Bob and I get back to our room during the day and when we did it was just for a brief moment to get something we needed. On one of those days I had to run (literally) back to the room to get a “prop” needed for a skit that some other pledges and I were doing for the supper entertainment. After retrieving what I was after I started down the hall to the bathroom and as I did I heard the front door slam. As I continued down the hall I saw Julie running up the stairs. She was wearing her cheerleading outfit and had one hand between her legs. I stopped and watched her go directly into the bathroom. As you can imagine I was intrigued. Even though I had to get right back to the fraternity I really did need to use the toilet. I stood there for a few minutes just to see what she did. I was about to move on when the door opened and she ran down the other hall to her room. I waited a few seconds and then went into the bathroom. The toilet was on the left as you walked in. When sitting there you were facing the window and as I did I saw something shiny on the floor. I looked closely and saw it was a trail of liquid. That immediately told me that she hadn’t made it to the toilet. Even though there was absolutely nothing about Julie that attracted me to her I found myself getting hard when I realized what she'd done. When I finished my “business” I went over to the sink and washed my hands. Lying on the sink by the cold water tap was a pair of what had to have been the “bloomers” to her outfit. They were red and I gently picked them up. As I shook them out I could see the wetness in the crotch area. But reality struck quickly when I looked at my watch. I really had to run to make it back to the fraternity on time. But my thoughts the whole way back were on Julie, wondering if this was a common ocurrance or not.
Elle’s college didn’t have a designated “Fall Weekend” like mine did. Their big Fall shindig was what they called “Homecoming” which was geared to their alumni. However, all the fraternities and sororities participated in the celebration by creating decorated floats for a big parade. It went through the downtown area ending up at the football field just before the game. The “brother” who had offered to drive me to Elle’s chose that weekend for his visit. It didn’t matter at first when we went but it turned out that this was a good choice.
By the time we got there the parade had already begun. I had him let me off downtown and I chased the parade to find Elle and her sorority’s float. She had told me that, as a pledge, she had to walk along side it with the full “sisters” getting to ride. When I got her attention I could see her smile light up her whole face. I couldn’t really talk to her but she was able to let me know where she’d be sitting at the stadium. When she finally reached me there she gave me one of the most emotional hugs I’d ever gotten from her. Usually it was me leading the way but not so this time. When she finally let me go she told me she really needed to get to a bathroom. (Remember, this was in the time before porta potties.) There were only two ladies bathrooms with a limited number of stalls at the stadium. (It was small) The closest real facilities were back at the Student Union. We’d made this same trek a few times in her Freshman year. But, as a pledge, she had to be excused by the pledge mistress first. It became obvious that Elle had developed a rapport with her, somewhat like the one I had with my “big brother”. With me standing by her side, Elle was told to just be back at the sorority by 5pm and she waved us off with a wink.
I was surprised that while we walked towards the SU Elle volunteered she was “soaked”. She would usually answer specific questions I might ask her but never volunteered any of that type of information. Taking her lead I asked her just what she was wearing. We’d come up with the code word “package” together quite a while back and it signified that she was wearing a sanitary pad with a pair of the heavy cotton Carter’s Spanky pants holding it and then another pad and another pair of panties over that. The last time I’d actually seen her wearing that combination she wore a pair of the sanitary panties with the plastic crotch to, hopefully, prevent any small leaks from getting into her clothes. She told me she had on a “package” but there was something new. She’d told me a while back that she now had full plastic panties to wear at night and she was wearing one. I knew that she'd told me that she’d begun to see the positive results of the operation so I was puzzled as to why. She then told me that all the pledges had to go to the farm where the float had been decorated at 9am to finish it up and there were no facilities. She said she just knew that by the time they made it to the staging area that she’d be wet and, even if she brought replacement “supplies”, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to get changed so decided to wear the full plastic panties just to be safe. I’d never seen them and as she talked about them I found myself starting a “bulge“.
The rest rooms were on the lower floor of the SU. As Elle went to clean up I went into the cafeteria which, because of the special nature of the weekend, was open to the public. I got a snack and then waited and waited for Elle. It seemed like forever. When she finally came up the stairs she had what looked like a ball of paper in one hand. I asked her what it was and she laughed and told me it was the remains of her ”package“, or, at least, her washed out wet panties. We headed for the lounge. I was surprised at just how many people were in there what with the football game going on. But one thing I noticed was that the door to the little room to the left of the fireplace was ajar. I led Elle over to it, knocked and not getting a reply, walked in. The blinds were down and the lights were off . It didn’t take much to figure out what the previous occupants had been doing in there.
We took off our coats and this time I took the lead and hugged and kissed Elle, As was my usual way, my two hands cupped her butt cheeks. To my pleasant surprise, she wasn’t wearing a ”package”. I wanted to sit on the love seat with her lying across my lap but she resisted. After the greeting I’d received at the stadium and the willing way she'd just returned my hug and kiss I was surprised. But, she said there was so much to talk about that she felt that we should do that first. (You have to realize that I’d asked her a lot of questions when I wrote or did get her on the phone and she hadn't been comfortable answering any of them on the phone at the sorority) Somewhat disappointed, I sat back and let her start talking.
To be continued...
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
SEPTEMBER... On into the Fall... (Part 27e)
Even though the lady was as nice as she could be my heart was pounding when I slipped in behind the wheel of my car. I wanted to get away from there and in my haste I forgot about the overheating problem. I made it halfway home before I had to stop and and wait for it to cool down so I could add more water. While waiting, I couldn’t believe how late it had gotten. I was supposed to be home to have dinner with my grandparents by 5PM and was also supposed to leave the car at the gas station. My father had arranged for one of the mechanics who worked on the racecar to fix it so I’d have it available when I got home at Thanksgiving. When I got there I saw that the racecar had some damage to it. I found out that the motor problems had actually been junk in the gas line and filter and that they’d raced the car a few times and done fairly well. They were racing it the next afternoon and asked if I was going with them. I told them I wished that I could but, no, I couldn't. I got a ride home from there but, because I’d gotten caught up with stuff about the racecar I realized that, much to my dismay, I’d left the panties in my car. I didn’t want to bring attention the bag on the seat so didn’t call the station and hoped I’d be able to borrow my father’s car after supper to go get them. Long story short... the answer was ”no”.
The “new” plan was to leave around 6am. I knew the station wouldn’t be open then so I had to find the spare set of keys. I was in a panic because the last thing I wanted was for Cliff or one of the other mechanics at the station to find the panties. It took a while but I finally located them. That let me get a little sleep but I needed to get the bag with the panties in my hands to feel safe. I persuaded my father to stop at the station telling him that I might’ve left something in my car. When I looked in the window the bag wasn’t there. Now it was total panic. I opened the door and slid in under the steering wheel. When I did I looked down to my right and saw the bag had slid partway down between the top and bottom of the seat. I remember pulling it out and just sitting there trying to catch my breath. When I got back in my father’s car he wanted to know what was in the bag. I didn’t lie. I told him it was a present for Elle. I’m glad he didn’t go any further with it as I knew my mother would have made me show her what it was.
I haven’t mentioned anything about my grandfather’s race horses since the time they were shipped from the track near the city. They’d spent the summer racing at tracks in New England and had a fair amount of success. After labor Day they were shipped to a track not that far from my college. Mt father’s original plan had been to drive to the track and see them and go to the races before delivering me to school. Back in those days they didn’t race on Sundays so the “new” plan was to go straight to the college. I had to be back at the fraternity by 5pm and by leaving so early we hadn’t run into much traffic. I calculated that we had about 2 hours to spare so pleaded with my father to still go to the track. We stopped for gas and my father was able to contact the trainer and arranged for us to meet him. I got to walk a couple of the horses while my father chatted with the trainer. What he found out was that one of my grandfather’s horses was racing the next night. Immediately, my father aid he stay over another day. I knew there was no way I’d be able to attend so, selfishly was disappointed knowing I was so close physically and yet still so far away.
I got what I expected back at the fraternity house. I was the “featured” performer for the evening meal. The only good thing was that, being a Sunday, a goodly number of the “brothers” weren't there. I took a lot of crap from those that were plus some “asides” from my fellow pledges who thought I was getting away with something by the fact that I’d pretty much missed weekend activities for the past few weeks. After the meal was over I ended up meeting with my “big brother“. He wanted to know how the trip went and when I mentioned my grandfathers’ race horses his face lit up. He asked if I knew Bobby, the only varsity football player in the house. Everybody knew who he was but I didn’t ”know“ him. I was literally dragged down the hall to Bobby’s room. I introduced myself and told him about the horses. I really don’t know how to describe his reaction but it did strike a chord. He had spent the past three Summers working at the track and really enjoyed himself. Before I knew it he was asking if I wanted to go to see my grandfather’s horse race the next night. I thought he was kidding... but he wasn’t. As a senior and a varsity athlete he could pretty much ”call the shots” as far as what went on in the house. He told me “not to sweat it” and to be ready to go at a time that I don’t remember. My only concern was how my fellow pledges would handle it.
My father had contacted his friends who ran the clothing store in town and was staying with them for the night. I let them know I’d be there but didn’t know if I could join them. I figured that I’d best stay with Bobby and the others he’d invited. It turned out to be like a grade B Hollywood movie as the horse won in the last strides. I got to meet up with my father in the winners circle where we had our picture taken with the horse and the trainer accepting the trophy. The guys from the fraternity were impressed so let me go join my father in the clubhouse with his friends. The only reason to mention this is that the girl who was waiting on them does show up again in the future. As I sat down this really pretty girl with strawberry blond hair came up and asked if there was anything I’d like to eat or drink. I passed on the offer but, as she walked away, I noticed a very noticeable panty line on the uniform pants she was wearing. It reminded me of the one I’d seen on Carol, my friend Buddy’s girlfriend during the Summer. I didn’t stay long with them but the memory of the VPL did.
I knew I was on “thin ice” for taking time away from the fraternity on the weekends. As much as I wanted to see Elle I didn’t have the nerve to even bring her up with my “big brother”. I don’t remember when it came up but one of the “brothers” polled the pledges about having a date for Fall Weekend. I’d discussed it with Elle and she’d indicated that her pledging activities would be over by them so she could. When I told the “brother” he asked where she went to school. When I told him he, without asking, offered to take me there on one of the upcoming weekends. His best friend was a varsity football player for Elle’s college and he wanted to see him play. I said I was interested but expressed concern about missing the weekend activities and he said he’d ‘take care of it“. There was nothing I could say or do but to excitedly wait for the day.
To be continued...
Even though the lady was as nice as she could be my heart was pounding when I slipped in behind the wheel of my car. I wanted to get away from there and in my haste I forgot about the overheating problem. I made it halfway home before I had to stop and and wait for it to cool down so I could add more water. While waiting, I couldn’t believe how late it had gotten. I was supposed to be home to have dinner with my grandparents by 5PM and was also supposed to leave the car at the gas station. My father had arranged for one of the mechanics who worked on the racecar to fix it so I’d have it available when I got home at Thanksgiving. When I got there I saw that the racecar had some damage to it. I found out that the motor problems had actually been junk in the gas line and filter and that they’d raced the car a few times and done fairly well. They were racing it the next afternoon and asked if I was going with them. I told them I wished that I could but, no, I couldn't. I got a ride home from there but, because I’d gotten caught up with stuff about the racecar I realized that, much to my dismay, I’d left the panties in my car. I didn’t want to bring attention the bag on the seat so didn’t call the station and hoped I’d be able to borrow my father’s car after supper to go get them. Long story short... the answer was ”no”.
The “new” plan was to leave around 6am. I knew the station wouldn’t be open then so I had to find the spare set of keys. I was in a panic because the last thing I wanted was for Cliff or one of the other mechanics at the station to find the panties. It took a while but I finally located them. That let me get a little sleep but I needed to get the bag with the panties in my hands to feel safe. I persuaded my father to stop at the station telling him that I might’ve left something in my car. When I looked in the window the bag wasn’t there. Now it was total panic. I opened the door and slid in under the steering wheel. When I did I looked down to my right and saw the bag had slid partway down between the top and bottom of the seat. I remember pulling it out and just sitting there trying to catch my breath. When I got back in my father’s car he wanted to know what was in the bag. I didn’t lie. I told him it was a present for Elle. I’m glad he didn’t go any further with it as I knew my mother would have made me show her what it was.
I haven’t mentioned anything about my grandfather’s race horses since the time they were shipped from the track near the city. They’d spent the summer racing at tracks in New England and had a fair amount of success. After labor Day they were shipped to a track not that far from my college. Mt father’s original plan had been to drive to the track and see them and go to the races before delivering me to school. Back in those days they didn’t race on Sundays so the “new” plan was to go straight to the college. I had to be back at the fraternity by 5pm and by leaving so early we hadn’t run into much traffic. I calculated that we had about 2 hours to spare so pleaded with my father to still go to the track. We stopped for gas and my father was able to contact the trainer and arranged for us to meet him. I got to walk a couple of the horses while my father chatted with the trainer. What he found out was that one of my grandfather’s horses was racing the next night. Immediately, my father aid he stay over another day. I knew there was no way I’d be able to attend so, selfishly was disappointed knowing I was so close physically and yet still so far away.
I got what I expected back at the fraternity house. I was the “featured” performer for the evening meal. The only good thing was that, being a Sunday, a goodly number of the “brothers” weren't there. I took a lot of crap from those that were plus some “asides” from my fellow pledges who thought I was getting away with something by the fact that I’d pretty much missed weekend activities for the past few weeks. After the meal was over I ended up meeting with my “big brother“. He wanted to know how the trip went and when I mentioned my grandfathers’ race horses his face lit up. He asked if I knew Bobby, the only varsity football player in the house. Everybody knew who he was but I didn’t ”know“ him. I was literally dragged down the hall to Bobby’s room. I introduced myself and told him about the horses. I really don’t know how to describe his reaction but it did strike a chord. He had spent the past three Summers working at the track and really enjoyed himself. Before I knew it he was asking if I wanted to go to see my grandfather’s horse race the next night. I thought he was kidding... but he wasn’t. As a senior and a varsity athlete he could pretty much ”call the shots” as far as what went on in the house. He told me “not to sweat it” and to be ready to go at a time that I don’t remember. My only concern was how my fellow pledges would handle it.
My father had contacted his friends who ran the clothing store in town and was staying with them for the night. I let them know I’d be there but didn’t know if I could join them. I figured that I’d best stay with Bobby and the others he’d invited. It turned out to be like a grade B Hollywood movie as the horse won in the last strides. I got to meet up with my father in the winners circle where we had our picture taken with the horse and the trainer accepting the trophy. The guys from the fraternity were impressed so let me go join my father in the clubhouse with his friends. The only reason to mention this is that the girl who was waiting on them does show up again in the future. As I sat down this really pretty girl with strawberry blond hair came up and asked if there was anything I’d like to eat or drink. I passed on the offer but, as she walked away, I noticed a very noticeable panty line on the uniform pants she was wearing. It reminded me of the one I’d seen on Carol, my friend Buddy’s girlfriend during the Summer. I didn’t stay long with them but the memory of the VPL did.
I knew I was on “thin ice” for taking time away from the fraternity on the weekends. As much as I wanted to see Elle I didn’t have the nerve to even bring her up with my “big brother”. I don’t remember when it came up but one of the “brothers” polled the pledges about having a date for Fall Weekend. I’d discussed it with Elle and she’d indicated that her pledging activities would be over by them so she could. When I told the “brother” he asked where she went to school. When I told him he, without asking, offered to take me there on one of the upcoming weekends. His best friend was a varsity football player for Elle’s college and he wanted to see him play. I said I was interested but expressed concern about missing the weekend activities and he said he’d ‘take care of it“. There was nothing I could say or do but to excitedly wait for the day.
To be continued...
Sunday, November 18, 2007
SEPTEMBER... On into the Fall... (Part 27d)
I walked into a discussion of the situation we found ourselves in by living in this house. The landlord, A German professor and his wife, had a list of rules that was onerous plus the fact that the bathroom didn’t have a shower. The conversation was on the latter. The three of us had to share it with the landlords 16 year old daughter, Julia. After a week it was obvious that she was what John called a ”bathroom hog“. A short trip for her was at least 20 minutes and when she took a bath it was over an hour. The daily problem was in the morning where we all (4) had to be out of the house by 7:30am. In her mind it was her house so she deserved to have a priority when it came to use of the bathroom. We decided to confront her mother to see what could be done. The meeting didn’t accomplish much other that that Julia would be told that her time in the morning would be the same every day and that she had (I think) 15 minutes to be in and out. It wasn’t much but it was something.
As expected I was the target of much abuse by the "brothers" for the whole week. The worst and, as it turned out, best part of the week was that I got called to the Administration building. I was supposed to have turned in the plates to my car and hadn’t. They were following up on it and I, ever the honest one, admitted that the car hadn’t been returned to my home. I was told to get the plates to them that day which, based upon my schedule, was a real hardship. Walking to the farm was around a half hour and I only had a little over an hour of free time. I jogged out and saved some time but once there found I didn’t have a screw driver to unscrew the plates. I went to the house and was greeted by Joanne. That was the good part. She found me what I needed and, much to my surprise, followed me out to the car. As much as I would have liked to pay attention to her I knew I had to get the plates off and back to campus. The rear plate was on the trunk of the car and after removing it I went to the front with Joanne following me. I had to squat down to get to the plate off the bumper and as I did Joanne did the same. I was surprised by that and looked right at her. As I did I got a straight line view right up her skirt. Oh my heart! I was the one who was embarrassed and quickly looked back at the plate. I only had a few seconds peek but I can still envision it. Once I was done I gave Joanne the screwdriver and took off with the plates. The jog back was much easier as I had the visage of those panties on my mind.
I survived the hazing for the rest of the week and, with the help of my ”big brother“, was excused from the weekend pledge activities so I could take the car home. I was originally going to drive home on Friday night but had to stay through the dinner meal. I didn’t want to drive through the city in the middle of the night for fear of breaking down so stopped at a motel just outside the city limits. I arrived home around noon time and my father had me put the boat away for the winter before doing anything else. His original plan was to drive me back on Saturday but, by the time I finished he felt it was too late. That was fine by me as I’d been thinking about the possibility of checking out the purchase of the same kind of panties that Penny and Pam wore. Since I now knew the source I began to figure how long it would take to get there and back and felt that I could make it in time for supper.
It was normally a 45 minute trip. Concerned about the possibility of the car overheating, I took my time. Even though I had recognized the name of the department store from having gone there with my Grandmother when I was much younger I was surprised what I found. It certainly wasn’t like the multi storied department stores in the city or even in the town where my Grandparents lived. It was all one floor and took up most of one side of the main street. (I subsequently found out that it had started out as a general store and as it grew the owners just kept buying up adjacent stores.) I walked in the main entrance and quickly found the lingerie department. There was a matronly woman behind the counter who, when I asked about Nazareth panties, gave me one of ”those“ looks that asked the question of why was I, a male teenager, asking to buy girls panties. I think this was the most embarrassed I’d ever been when doing this. The only specific thing I really remember is that she emphatically told me that the panties I was requesting were found in the children’s department... and then leading me over to it. Once there I felt like everyone in the area was looking at me. I remember the lady asking me what size I wanted. I knew I’d gotten both size 14 and 16 with Elle when we’d gotten the Carter’s Spanky Pants so I told her size 14. When she pulled the box off the shelf and then pulled a pair out I immediately knew they weren’t the panties I wanted. They had a regular type elastic around the waist and I thought she’d made a mistake. The ones I was looking for had a ”puckered” type waist elastic. That and they looked huge! Or, at least in my nervous state of mind, they appeared to be. The lady’s constant ”look“ had me totally flustered. Right about then I was ready to just turn around and leave. I wanted to buy at least six pair and I was so close but the clerk had me feeling so guilty I was reluctant to open my mouth. Just about then another woman walked up and said she’d take over. I was immenseley relieved. I assumed that she was the regular clerk for the department. The first lady gave me one last ”look“ and walked away. The new lady asked just what it was that I wanted so I described the panties I was looking for. She put the cover back on the box that was on the counter and then pulled another one off the shelf. When she held a pair up I knew I’d hit ”paydirt“. But, like the first one’s, they looked huge. There were only two in the box and I told her I’d take them. The new woman started writing the ticket up and then asked if that was all I needed. I’m sure I took a deep breath before I asked if I could see the size 12’s. She, without giving me a ”look“, reached behind her and pulled another box down. I could see that the box was full so I asked for six pair. I remember that the total for all eight pair was less than $5.
To be continued...
I walked into a discussion of the situation we found ourselves in by living in this house. The landlord, A German professor and his wife, had a list of rules that was onerous plus the fact that the bathroom didn’t have a shower. The conversation was on the latter. The three of us had to share it with the landlords 16 year old daughter, Julia. After a week it was obvious that she was what John called a ”bathroom hog“. A short trip for her was at least 20 minutes and when she took a bath it was over an hour. The daily problem was in the morning where we all (4) had to be out of the house by 7:30am. In her mind it was her house so she deserved to have a priority when it came to use of the bathroom. We decided to confront her mother to see what could be done. The meeting didn’t accomplish much other that that Julia would be told that her time in the morning would be the same every day and that she had (I think) 15 minutes to be in and out. It wasn’t much but it was something.
As expected I was the target of much abuse by the "brothers" for the whole week. The worst and, as it turned out, best part of the week was that I got called to the Administration building. I was supposed to have turned in the plates to my car and hadn’t. They were following up on it and I, ever the honest one, admitted that the car hadn’t been returned to my home. I was told to get the plates to them that day which, based upon my schedule, was a real hardship. Walking to the farm was around a half hour and I only had a little over an hour of free time. I jogged out and saved some time but once there found I didn’t have a screw driver to unscrew the plates. I went to the house and was greeted by Joanne. That was the good part. She found me what I needed and, much to my surprise, followed me out to the car. As much as I would have liked to pay attention to her I knew I had to get the plates off and back to campus. The rear plate was on the trunk of the car and after removing it I went to the front with Joanne following me. I had to squat down to get to the plate off the bumper and as I did Joanne did the same. I was surprised by that and looked right at her. As I did I got a straight line view right up her skirt. Oh my heart! I was the one who was embarrassed and quickly looked back at the plate. I only had a few seconds peek but I can still envision it. Once I was done I gave Joanne the screwdriver and took off with the plates. The jog back was much easier as I had the visage of those panties on my mind.
I survived the hazing for the rest of the week and, with the help of my ”big brother“, was excused from the weekend pledge activities so I could take the car home. I was originally going to drive home on Friday night but had to stay through the dinner meal. I didn’t want to drive through the city in the middle of the night for fear of breaking down so stopped at a motel just outside the city limits. I arrived home around noon time and my father had me put the boat away for the winter before doing anything else. His original plan was to drive me back on Saturday but, by the time I finished he felt it was too late. That was fine by me as I’d been thinking about the possibility of checking out the purchase of the same kind of panties that Penny and Pam wore. Since I now knew the source I began to figure how long it would take to get there and back and felt that I could make it in time for supper.
It was normally a 45 minute trip. Concerned about the possibility of the car overheating, I took my time. Even though I had recognized the name of the department store from having gone there with my Grandmother when I was much younger I was surprised what I found. It certainly wasn’t like the multi storied department stores in the city or even in the town where my Grandparents lived. It was all one floor and took up most of one side of the main street. (I subsequently found out that it had started out as a general store and as it grew the owners just kept buying up adjacent stores.) I walked in the main entrance and quickly found the lingerie department. There was a matronly woman behind the counter who, when I asked about Nazareth panties, gave me one of ”those“ looks that asked the question of why was I, a male teenager, asking to buy girls panties. I think this was the most embarrassed I’d ever been when doing this. The only specific thing I really remember is that she emphatically told me that the panties I was requesting were found in the children’s department... and then leading me over to it. Once there I felt like everyone in the area was looking at me. I remember the lady asking me what size I wanted. I knew I’d gotten both size 14 and 16 with Elle when we’d gotten the Carter’s Spanky Pants so I told her size 14. When she pulled the box off the shelf and then pulled a pair out I immediately knew they weren’t the panties I wanted. They had a regular type elastic around the waist and I thought she’d made a mistake. The ones I was looking for had a ”puckered” type waist elastic. That and they looked huge! Or, at least in my nervous state of mind, they appeared to be. The lady’s constant ”look“ had me totally flustered. Right about then I was ready to just turn around and leave. I wanted to buy at least six pair and I was so close but the clerk had me feeling so guilty I was reluctant to open my mouth. Just about then another woman walked up and said she’d take over. I was immenseley relieved. I assumed that she was the regular clerk for the department. The first lady gave me one last ”look“ and walked away. The new lady asked just what it was that I wanted so I described the panties I was looking for. She put the cover back on the box that was on the counter and then pulled another one off the shelf. When she held a pair up I knew I’d hit ”paydirt“. But, like the first one’s, they looked huge. There were only two in the box and I told her I’d take them. The new woman started writing the ticket up and then asked if that was all I needed. I’m sure I took a deep breath before I asked if I could see the size 12’s. She, without giving me a ”look“, reached behind her and pulled another box down. I could see that the box was full so I asked for six pair. I remember that the total for all eight pair was less than $5.
To be continued...
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