A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Adapting (Part 45b)


The rest of the week went by fairly quickly. Rose was well versed in the theater, having attended many plays in the city. She was a great help to me especially in interpreting the written dialog. Because of that, between her and the instructor I actually looked forward to going to class. Boring, boring, boring was the only way to describe the Eco course. As soon as classes were over on Friday I was on my way home. Elle wasn’t working and I went straight to her house. She was really glad to see me and, fortunately, her mother was working. Without exaggeration, I could’ve taken her right there in the kitchen. It was one of Elle’s more demonstrative reactions. We both wanted to head right upstairs but I didn’t have a rubber and I knew that if I didn’t go home and say “Hi” to my mother she’d soon be on the phone. We broke away from each other and I told her I’d be back as soon as I could.

It was about 20 or so minutes before I got back. I didn’t knock but walked right into the kitchen. Elle was sitting on a small stool almost in the middle of the floor. All she had on was her bra and a pair of panties. That certainly got my attention! When she stood up we went into a lip lock on the top and a handful of crotch on the bottom. Passion like this from Elle was rare and I sure wanted to take advantage of it. I quickly found her “button” and she could only take it for a few seconds before she pulled away. When she came back she went right for my belt and pants. As soon as they were on the floor she pushed me down onto the stool and followed me down, straddling me. WHEW! So much in such a short time! I still didn’t have a rubber but it didn’t stop her when she pulled her panties aside and put my penis inside of them. OH MY HEART! I probably lasted only 10 to 15 seconds. She felt me come and just wiggled around on my lap for a while. When we finally got up we stood and hugged each other for quite a while. It certainly was good to be home!

Saturday night we took a ride around town and ended up at the sailing club. It was just about dusk and all the lights in the building were on. I decided to see what was going on and when we walked in there was a party with a lot of my old sailing friends in attendance. Even though I’d known for a month that I’d be home for six weeks I never once thought about sailing. Seeing all the people and them seeing me generated some discussion about the possibility of me racing again. At first I pretty much dismissed the idea. It had been almost two years since I’d last competed and I wasn’t sure I could find all the parts and pieces to the boat. When we left it was Elle who encouraged me to go home to see if I could. Instead of going off and “parking” we ended up in my father’s garage, moving all kinds of junk to get at the boat and the necessary equipment to race it. It turned out to be fun. My father, seeing the lights were on, even helped. By the time we got it all together it was past midnight. When I took Elle home I didn’t even get a “good” good night kiss. She was just too tired. But I was exhilarated! Working around the boat got my enthusiasm up.

The main problem I had on Sunday was that I didn’t have a crew. I took the boat to the club, set it up and visited with some of my closest racing friends. I was surprised that my best sailing friend, Buddy, wasn’t there. I’d hoped that his girlfriend, Carol, would be there with him as she usually sailed in clothes rather than a bathing suit. Wet clothes gave off some very vivid VPL’s. As the others started to sail out to the starting line I still hadn’t found a crew. I was about to give up when I recognized a guy who I had competed against a couple of years prior, walking towards the clubhouse. He was dressed fairly nicely and certainly didn’t look like he would be interested in sailing. I was the first one he came to and he asked if one of the other competitors was around. I pointed to a boat sailing away from the shore. He stood there for a minute and then, totally surprising me, asked if I needed a crew. He looked like he’d just come from church but had removed his tie. I told him I did. He told me he’d be right back and started running for the parking lot. When he came back he was still dressed the same but was shoeless and beltless. He quickly helped me launch the boat and jumped in.

His name was Rick and when he was in college had been a very good, competitive sailor. Once he graduated he’d sold his boat and gotten a job in the midwest. His mother was quite ill and he had come back to see her. He said he had come down to see just who of his friends were still sailing. The sight of the boats heading for the starting line was too much to take. He told me it had been over three years since he’d sailed and told me not to expect too much from him. It’d been almost two since I’d last raced so we were both rusty. One other thing was that our combined weights were 330 pounds, about 30 over the optimum racing weight for this class sailboat. I told him it didn’t matter and that it was just good to be back on the water. He agreed.

I truly wasn’t expecting much in the way of results so when we ended up winning the first race we were both ecstatic. A second place finish in the next race wasn’t too bad either. When back ashore we were both congratulated for our efforts. Rick had to get back to his mother’s house to change out of his wet clothes so he could go see her in the hospital and didn’t stay around for long. Some of the other regular racers were curious as to how Rick and I got together. A couple of them told me that Rick was “bad news” and that I really should avoid him. That puzzled me as we seemed to get along very well and we certainly couldn’t have asked for much better results. When Rick left he told me he was flying back West the next day and, depending on his mother’s health, might be back the following weekend. I was hoping that he would.

Right from the time I'd gotten home my mother was all over me about doing my homework. My going racing kept me from doing any of it so when I got back to the house she told me that I wasn’t leaving, even to go over to Elle’s, until it was done. There was nothing I could say or do so invited Elle to at least come over and to sit with me as I worked. It wasn’t much of a “date“ and I remember her needling me by saying I did more studying that night than I’d done the whole Spring semester. I did get to walk her home and got some good kissing in but not much else. When I left her I'd pretty much decided that I’d try commuting on a daily basis. I really missed Elle.

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A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Adapting (Part 45a)

I worked with the horses as long as I could, right through the Saturday night before I had to register on campus for my Summer courses. I left for home as soon as I woke up on Sunday and made it about mid afternoon. I stopped at the drug store to see Elle before going home. In my mind I had us going out that night but, in keeping with my incredible bad luck, found her not feeling well. In fact, she’d called one of the other girls to come in for her so I waited to take her home. Another thing I’d been going over in my mind on the trip home was what my parents would say to me, face to face, about my grades and Summer school. It didn’t take long to find out. I took Elle home and was talking with her when the phone rang. It was my mother telling me to come right home. That was not a good sign.

The long and short of it was that they were not very happy with me at all. I was told that, for me to go back to school in the Fall, I had to get at least a B in each of my Summer courses. As far as working was concerned I was told I could give it a try but if it interfered with my studying in any way it had to stop. It was surely a wake up call.

That night I stopped back at Elle’s house and found that the reason she wasn’t feeling well was that she had her period... again. She had it when I left and it was back again. It seemed like it was yesterday. Another disappointment.

Disappointment continued on Monday. One of the two Economics courses that I’d pre-registered for didn’t get enough people so it was canceled. That left me scrambling for another course that would be accepted by my college. I was meeting the fraternity brother (Van) who I was to live with after registration. He was also taking two courses and I got the idea to take one of them with him, knowing that the school had approved them. That was until he told me they were both Political Science courses which would do me no good. But he said he’d seen a couple of guys he recognized from school and that maybe they were taking courses that would fit my needs. We managed to track one of them down and one of the courses he was taking was an English course.

Common sense would have dictated that Psychology would now be my “minor” what with all the courses I’d completed. But I felt so betrayed by my advisor I had decided that I’d have two “minors”, Education and English. I could use the English course in that pursuit. The title of the course was Contemporary Drama and I had not a clue as to what it was about.

Back in the late 50’s there was a very popular TV personality by the name of Gary Moore. I had actually met him in person a few years before. It was a shock when I walked into my first class to see that the instructor was a dead ringer for him. It turned out that his personality was also similar, especially with his humor. But he was also a no nonsense type and had a definite plan. There were 18 of us with only three males. The instructor started off with attendance followed by assigned pairings. My “partner” was to be a girl named Rose. The idea behind the pairings, or teams, was that he felt we could get deeper into the subject matter if we were to constantly challenge each other. When we were asked a question in class we were to speak as one. It was certainly a different concept.

I hadn’t paid attention when attendance was taken so didn’t know which of the girls was Rose. They were all pretty much ordinary looking with one being quite short. We were given three booklets with each one being a different play. The first assignment was “Inherit the Wind”. We were let off early so we could find our new teammate and to get acquainted. Rose turned out to be the short one and seemed very nice. She was also very rich as her father was a big wine importer. They lived in the city in the Winter but had a Summer home about halfway from the campus to my house. That was where she was living while she attended Summer school. She appeared to be accepting of me and willing to work.

It was obvious that the Economics class was going to be mind numbingly boring. The instructor really didn’t want to be there and it showed. We were basically on our own. Fortunately, I saw that I would be able to use the text and hoped that it would work out.

Van, my fraternity brother and who I was now living with, had really been reamed out by his parents for getting kicked out of school when he got home. They took his car from him and made him go to work as a laborer, hoping that it would be a wake up call for him. I found out right after I caught up with him that he expected me to be his wheels for the Summer. As far as I could see nothing had changed with him. He was a party animal while at school and it appeared that, at least in that vein, nothing had changed. When I took off for the racetrack to look for work that first night he was very disappointed. He'd wanted to go out and I felt a little bad but I had to do what I had to do.

My disappointment barrage continued when, after arriving at the track, found that Benny, the trainer/driver who AJ had shipped his four horses to, wanted no part of me. Maybe I was expecting too much. Unfortunately, I didn’t respond to his snub very well. Bottom line was he wasn’t going to use me and wouldn’t give me any assistance in meeting people who might. I thought about getting in touch with AJ but decided it was probably better if I didn’t. There was nothing left to do but go back to Van’s house.

Van had found someone to take him out to party so I was basically alone. His father had to leave for work at 6am so went to bed around 9pm. So, while alone I got to thinking about the possibility of commuting from home. That way I’d get to see more of Elle. It made sense in that I wasn't going to be able to work with the horses and was only an hour and a half away. I decided to stick out the week and make a decision once I got home for the weekend.

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MANIC MAY... winding it up (Part 44g)

The Dean set up another meeting with me following my last exam. At that meeting we discussed my future at the school and what options I had. I certainly didn’t want to continue as a Psychology major and the only way I had a chance of graduating with my class (with Summer school credits included) was to change my major to Economics. However, the school had a rule that, as a Liberal Arts college, you could not take more than five courses in your major in consecutive semesters. I needed seven courses. The head of the Economics department was called in and that was not a good sign for me as I’d taken my Eco 101 and 102 with him and had ended up with D’s. After considerable pleading on my part and promises to work really hard I was told it was OK. Because I needed to make up the credits I’d lost with the WF in the Psych course I was told to take Economics courses during the Summer. The caveat was that my course choices had to be approved by the department head. I asked for a list of schools whose credits would be accepted and one was a college that was only an hour and a half from home. Resigned to not being able to work full time I grasped the positives of being near home and Elle.

Calls were made and pre-registration was done over the phone. All I had to do then was let my parents know and get the money for tuition. THAT... was going to be hard and I really didn’t look forward to making that call. It had taken two whole days to get through all of the above and I still hadn’t started work. I was just about to leave campus when I got an idea. The Dean had shown he was somewhat sympathetic to my plight as shown by his willingness to work with me and by having admitted that it had been wrong for the school to have brought Professor W back. I made one last visit to his office and asked if he could/would write a letter to my parents explaining the troubles that I’d had with him and my advisor. I must’ve looked pitiful because he said he’d draft something up and get it in the mail by the end of the week. To me, that was enough to buy a little time.

My boss, AJ, was less than pleased with my situation. With me being away for six weeks right in the busiest time for him was something that didn’t set well with him. He’d made plans for me being there and now, on the spur of the moment, they had to be changed. Ed, the colored man who helped AJ out with training during the Winters, would now have to do the same in the Summer. That meant that Ed wouldn’t be able to take care of any horses so another groom would have to be hired. AJ decided that it was only fair to Ed to let him share my duties while I was there so that meant we each got one horse to care for. It wasn’t what I was planning on as it also meant that I wouldn’t be getting a raise.

The promised letter had been received by my parents by the time I called them that Sunday. The one thing that a stern lecture over the phone had as an advantage was that I didn’t have to see the face of my father as he spoke. There was no question that he was mad but he did indicate that he’d get a check off to the college to cover my Summer tuition. I could only hope that he would be somewhat calmer by the time I got home.

I had three weeks to work. The only thing, of note, that happened during that time was that I cashed the biggest winning ticket of my life. I won over $130 for a $2 daily double bet and it was right before I headed home. Also, I did hatch a plan to make some money while still attending classes. I’d been in contact with one of my fellow members of the ”unholy alliance“ from the fraternity and gotten his parents approval for me to stay with them. He lived just minutes away from the campus. I’d attend classes in the morning, do my homework in the afternoon, and then go to the same racetrack where my grandfather’s horses were racing and work, taking care of horses that would be racing at night. I’d go home over the weekends and that way I’d be able to spend time with Elle. It seemed like it was perfect... too perfect.

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MANIC MAY... and it was (Part 44e)

Nothing more was said and I really don’t remember how we said goodnight. I knew I had to visit my Grandparents before going back to school and decided to do it first thing the next morning. I’ll admit I had devised a devious plan to get my grandfather to loan me some money and that it was the driving force behind my visit. He, of course, was excited to see me. Ironically, he had just gotten off the phone with AJ, his horse trainer and my Summer boss, before I arrived. He told me that AJ was due to ship into the track nearby to my college on the following Monday. That was the subject of my plea to my grandfather for money... that AJ had told me that he was going to ship into the track in mid May and when he didn’t I was out two weeks pay. Luckily, he bought it and proceeded to give (loan) me $100. But there was more as he told me that his two best horses were not being shipped to where I was going to be working but would be racing at the track near the city. He said that he wanted to see them race before he couldn’t travel anymore. (He had an arthritic hip and bad circulation in that leg) It was sort of a blow to me as I really enjoyed being a part of the training of his horses and watching them race. When I left I felt a bit bad because I knew how hard he’d take it when the news of my having to go to Summer school got to him. That, and how he’d be really upset if and when Elle’s and my engagement was released to the papers by her mother. Even though I had the money I didn’t feel that good about it.

Elle was feeling a little better by the time I got back. Nothing more was said about her father’s offer and what we were going to do about getting married. I was happy that she didn’t bring it up. We had lunch at my house and, unfortunately, she heard my mother lace into me again for not bringing any study materials home with me. It was obvious to her that I hadn’t told my mother about skipping the Psych exam so, later on, she was all over me about that. Other than getting the $100 from my grandfather, the day was not going all that well for me. Elle wasn’t up to doing much so, as I remember it, the day just drifted away.

Friday was Memorial Day so, for my trip back, I had the Indianapolis 500 race on radio to entertain me. That was the only thing I could find that was positive. Both my parents gave me another “talking to“ about being serious about college at breakfast. Elle was all teary about the fact that it would be a long time until she saw me again. I do remember driving down the road from my house and actually being glad to leave.

The trip back was easy. Being a racing fan, the radio play by play kept my attention and made time pass quickly. There were eight laps left in the race when I pulled into the parking lot behind the fraternity and I sat there and listened as Jimmy Bryant won. I’d been a fan of his so that made me happy. When I walked into the foyer I couldn’t help but see this big note posted on the fraternity crest telling me to report to the Dean of students at the administration building ASAP . It was posted the prior afternoon and, with the day being a holiday, I knew they were closed. I had no idea what it was about so it was just one more thing to worry about until Monday.

I made it through the exam, worrying about why I was summoned to see the Dean the whole way through. It certainly didn’t help my performance on the exam. Once there I had to wait for a while, increasing my uneasiness. Inside his office he wasted no time in letting me know why I was there... ”Where were you for the Psychology exam?“ I’d love to know what the expression on my face was when I heard that. The question caught me flat footed and I just plain reacted, not thinking of the consequences of what I was saying.

Basically, what went down was the following; When I didn’t show up for the exam and wasn’t on the infirmary list, Professor W went bonkers and reported me to the Dean. It would take far to long to give the details so suffice it to say that I let the Dean know everything that had gone on between the Professor and I and my term paper. AND, the bizaare way he ran the class. I fully expected to have the Dean stop me but he let me ramble on. When I finished he didn’t say a word but called to his secretary to get hold my advisor immediately. I was then asked to wait outside. It was maybe a half hour when I saw my advisor walk in. When he saw me he looked away. I sat there for another half hour before he walked out. I was then told to go inside. I had absolutely no idea what to expect and certainly didn’t expect an apology.

Long story short... He admitted that bringing Professor W back was a mistake. My advisor was chastised for not following through with what he had told me he would do on my behalf with Professor W. (The reason was that my advisor was intimidated by the Professor). My mistake was in not showing up for the exam. If I had and had ended up failing the course I would’ve had recourse. But the rules were clear that failure to not take a scheduled exam without a prior excuse (ie; infirmary list) called for a WF (withdrawn failure). So, that meant I was SOL... or so I thought.

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MANIC MAY... and it was (Part 44d)

I called Elle as soon as I got into the house. She told me that I was crazy and that I had to take the exam. I hung up the phone telling her to be ready to go at around 3pm on Tuesday. I was really excited. I did some honest studying (cramming) over the rest of the weekend and after my Monday exam. I left the Tuesday exam feeling confident that I had earned my ”hook“ (a C). I left to pick Elle up immediately and was at the sorority in mid afternoon. In spite of her ”chastising“ me about my decision she had all the things she wanted to take home ready and waiting. I was in the best mood I’d been in for a while. Elle snuggled up to me as we headed for home.

My mood changed after we stopped for Elle’s first rest room break. She had a grim look on her face as she approached the car. Her period had started. Talk about sticking a pin in a balloon! I’d fantasized about all the ”alone“ time we’d be spending together for the next three days ever since I’d hatched my plan to skip the Psych exam and now it was gone. Elle wasn’t as disappointed as I was and tried to find the bright side in that at least we didn’t have to worry. I couldn’t disagree but it was still a low blow.

Elle didn’t help my now dark mood when she asked how I was going to make up for the missing credits. As hard as it may be to believe but I honestly hadn’t thought about it. For some perverse reason I got it into my head that I was sending Professor W a message by not showing up and deluded myself into believing that, somehow, it would all work out. I don’t know, even now, how I let myself go so far wrong.

I knew some of my friends had gone to Summer school but I’d never, ever, given it a thought. I did know that my college didn’t have Summer classes. As we drove I was stretching my memory trying to think of any college near the race track that I might attend. I came up with a few but I had no real knowledge to guide me. Now my mind was turning in a whole different, manic way. How would I be able to work with the horses? How would I pay for classes? How would I be able to go back in the Fall if I didn’t work all Summer? I became so immersed in all of that that I neglected to make the second rest stop for Elle and had to turn around and go back.

The rest of the trip home went by fairly quickly. Elle slept and I started to strategize on what I would say to my parents to explain what would become evident when my grades got sent home. They didn’t expect me until Thursday night. I lied and told them my Thursday exam had been moved which took the immediate pressure off. I was in good shape with them until my mother asked where my books were. I never even gave them a thought as I’d figured on cramming for the last two exams over the weekend after I’d gotten back to school. That wasn’t an option with them and told me they wanted me headed back on Friday, Memorial day. I had no argument for them and resigned myself to leaving early.

I knew Elle wouldn’t be feeling too good on Wednesday so I spent the morning trying to win some favor with my father by doing some chores around the yard. I went over to Elle’s around lunch time thinking that her mother was working. She wasn’t... and that turned out to not be a good thing. When Elle and I had told our parents that we were engaged, my mother had asked that Elle’s mother not make the announcement at that time. Nothing more had been said or done since that time. Elle’s mother had become tired of waiting and, having the two of us together, pinned us (me) down as to just what our plans were. We’d originally told her that our intention was to get married right after our graduations. She said that if that was so, she needed to start planning for the wedding right now. Elle and I had sort of ”danced around” the topic in some of our talks but, because she knew how touchy the subject was in my family, we didn’t come up with anything. It was a something that I didn’t need right at that moment.

Elle and I didn’t have an answer for her mother who had to leave for work. Having to bring that topic up with my parents with the specter of my upcoming need to go to Summer school hanging over me made me want to go hide in a closet. I certainly wasn’t ready to talk about it right at that moment and Elle, not feeling well, didn’t either. She said she was going to lie down and I went back to doing chores at home. I didn’t feel all that well either.

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MANIC MAY... and it was (Part 44c)

Elle was finished on the last day of classes at her college which was the same as for me. She and Barbara Ann didn’t have to take final exams but had to return to campus to meet with their faculty advisor to review the reports from their mentor teachers and the principals of each school. I’d told them both that I’d drive them back that Saturday. But, that Friday, my last day of classes, I went to the room where Professor W’s class was held only to find that the door was locked. What I (and all the others taking the class) found was a sheet of paper taped to the door. There were a few of the guys trying to read it so I waited. When I finally got close enough to see it I couldn’t believe my eyes. What the goofy old codger had done was to put all of our grades on it. He had four columns with ”points“ in each. The first was the grade from the mid term exam, doubled. Next was the sum of the points we’d garnered on the daily quizzes. The third was the grade for our term project, again, doubled. The fourth was blank, awaiting our grade for the final exam. First of all, I was incensed that my grades were out there for everyone else to see. It took a few seconds to realize that he’d given me a grade of zero for my term project in spite of the fact that my advisor had told me that he ”would take care of it“.

Based upon the formula that he had posted at the top of that grade sheet there was no way for me to pass the course, even if I got a perfect score on the final. I took off on a dead run, headed for my advisor’s office. It was locked. I knew where he lived so I headed there only to be met by his wife at the door. I was told that he wasn’t there and that he wouldn’t be back until Monday. I was like a wild man. I said some things I know I shouldn’t have said but I was in a panic. If there had been one thing that I’d put an honest effort into during the whole semester it was on that project. I was really proud of it and seeing that I’d been given no credit for it made no sense at all.

I hadn’t done any drinking, to speak of, the whole semester. I made up for it that night. I have no idea how I got back to the fraternity but it was close to noon when I woke up. I felt like hell. There were any number of messages from Elle waiting for me when I made it downstairs. I called her and told her I wasn’t feeling well (the truth!) but that I’d get there around 2pm. My head hurt so bad that I didn’t give any thought to Professor W (at least that I can remember) which helped my demeanor when I arrived at Miss Bea’s. I wasn’t prepared for what was awaiting me.

Normally, there weren’t any cars at Miss Bea’s. As I drove up there were three. Miss Bea decided to throw a going away luncheon for Elle and Barbara Ann and had invited both of their proctor teachers as well as Brad, Barbara Ann’s fiance. Miss Bea knew I was to take the girls back to their campus around mid day so never bothered top tell me about the party. So, I was late. But, feeling the way I did, the party was a bit of an annoyance. Brad had a major paper due that Monday so he wasn’t taking Barbara Ann. When the party was breaking up I loaded the girls belongings into the car. After some tears and promises to ”keep in touch“ we were on our way.

Thankfully, the girls talked mostly to each other. Since I had to use back roads it took well over an hour to reach their campus. I dropped Barbara Ann off at her sorority first. After I’d carried the last of her stuff into the house she surprised me with a big kiss (on the mouth) and hug. Surprisingly, it was the first time I’d touched her other than a handshake when we met.

Elle and I had worked it out that I would drive her home after my Thursday exam so Elle had packed her things into two groups... one were the things she would be leaving at the sorority for the Summer and the other the things that would be going home with us. When we arrived we found that mealtime had started. I told Elle to go ahead and eat and I’d unload the car. What I really wanted was to get back to the fraternity so I could go back to sleep. The girls in the sorority were really excited to see Elle and kind of overwhelmed her. That worked to my advantage so my leaving wasn’t all that difficult.

My head had pretty much cleared by the time I left. That meant my thoughts turned to Professor W and my term project... not pleasant thoughts. I tried to think of what I could do to turn the situation around. At least I wasn’t in a panic mode like I was on Friday. I remember that I was on the outskirts of town when a wild thought grabbed my attention. If I wasn’t going to get any credit for my project there was no way I could pass the course. If that was so then there was no need to take the exam on Thursday. If I didn’t take the exam on Thursday then I could take Elle home after my Tuesday exam. If I did that then I’d have at least three, maybe four days with Elle. Since I wouldn’t be seeing her during the Summer, it seemed like a perfect plan.

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MANIC MAY... and it was (Part44b)

Back at Miss Bea’s we found that Barbara Ann had come home early because she didn’t feel well. She skipped supper and when Elle and I finished washing and drying the dishes Elle told Miss Bea she had to go meet with her mentor teacher. Elle wasn’t a very good liar but she pulled it off like a pro. Because I’d never really identified a place to go and “park” I had no plan. We drove back to the first town that Elle had taught and found a place that really wasn’t all that private so I didn’t get too far when it came to being “up close and personal” with her. Since it was a school night and the fact that she had done none of her next day preparations she wanted to go back to Miss Bea’s when it started to get dark. It had been over two hours since we’d left Miss Bea’s and Elle hadn’t mentioned the need to pee. I didn’t think of it until we approached the state highway department depot that we’d stopped at about a month prior when she’d started to wet herself. On the spur of the moment, and without saying a word, I drove in again. It was dark this time and as I pulled behind the same sand berm that we’d stopped at before I looked over at Elle. She had this big grin on her face.

We both got out of the car and she, hiding behind the open door, pulled her skirt up around her waist. Her white panties stood out in the semi darkness. I placed one hand lightly in her crotch and the other around her waist. It felt so good to kiss her and to rub her panties at the same time. After a few seconds I asked if she had to go, knowing full well what her answer would be. Because she would have to go back to Miss Bea’s she didn’t want to pee standing up and to have it run down her legs so she squatted down. I followed her down and almost before she was settled she started to pee. Feeling the wet warmth of her panties really had me going. Because I still had my pants on, squatting was crushing my penis, but I endured the pain until she was finished. When we stood up I undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees and then slid into the passenger seat. She followed and sat on my knees, straddling me. I was afraid that my “lack of activity” might cause me to come early and, as much as I wanted her to slide up to my groin in her wet panties, I pulled her leg elastic aside and looked for her “button”. It only took a few seconds. I did have a “rubber” and managed to get it on without a problem.

It wasn’t as good as when we did it “au natural” but it was certainly a good experience for both of us. The “rubber’ helped me last longer so she got more pleasure than usual. When it was over she just stayed there with her head resting on my shoulder. I have no idea how long we stayed that way. When we put ourselves back together she stayed snuggled up to me for quite a while. It was almost 11pm when we got back to the house. Miss Bea had gone to bed so at least I didn’t have to lie to her as to where we were for so long. Elle had left her wet panties on with a pair of the heavy cotton ones over them. As I took my ”good night hug“ I slid my hands up under her skirt and squeezed her bottom, feeling just a bit of dampness. It was enough to get a bit of a bulge started. I would loved to have been able to stay with her that night as she was in a very loving mood. But reality took over and I, reluctantly, headed back to campus.

When I had left North Carolina after my Spring break and working with the horses, my boss, AJ, had indicated that he would be shipping the stable to the local racetrack in the middle of May. Once the month of May came I couldn’t wait until they arrived. It was about the time I was expecting word that they had arrived that I got a letter from Mrs AJ. It was to tell me that there had been a change of plans and that AJ had shipped the horses to a track in Delaware until around Memorial day. It was not something that made me very happy. In truth, I had spent every dollar that I expected to make over that two week period. It would’ve paid off the fraternity, Mr B and the few odd debts that had encumbered. Instead of $140 all I would be making was $40. I had no idea where I’d come up with the other $100.

The schedule for final exams came out about 10 days before they were to start. Because Memorial day fell during that week it made the schedule a little longer than normal. Mine called for Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Monday, Tuesday. On one hand it was a real pain for it to extend that long. On the other, it meant that I’d have time to cram for each one individually. I dreaded the Thursday one because it was the Psychology one with Professor W.

To be continued...

MANIC MAY... and it was (Part44a)

When Miss Bea returned she found us asleep in the back yard. She thought it was pretty funny. She woke us up to ask us if we wanted to go to the movies, on her, that night. She was a huge Paul Newman fan and The Long Hot Summer was playing. The girls were also turned on by Newman so, if I wanted to be with Elle that night, I had to go along. I didn’t really mind as long as I didn’t have to pay for it. Missing was Brad. Even though Barbara Ann hadn’t heard from him she was hot to go to the movies anyway. I have to admit that it was a pretty good movie as Joanne Woodward did look pretty good to me back then.

I didn’t get to spend much time with Elle (alone) before I headed back to the fraternity. I know that her period came the next day, much to my great relief. I have no memory of the rest of that week as far as Elle was concerned. I had enough to handle of my own. With the end of the month coming up I was still delinquent in my room and board payments to the fraternity. I do remember pleading with some of the guys who worked full time at the student co-op to let me work in their stead and getting some additional work. I ended up borrowing money from Mr B at the clothing store to get paid up in time. It was a precursor for the whole month of May.

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NOTE: Up to now I’ve tried to write most of this using a “time line”. However, May became somewhat frantic for me. With Elle and I seeing each other three to four times a week there was no need to write. A lot of what I’ve written has been guided by reading her old letters to me (Yes, I still have them). So what I’m going to do for the next few posts is to write about some of the things that I remember happening but they might not be in the sequence that they took place.

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One of the most pressing items for me was my situation with Professor W and the psychology course I was taking. As I’ve previously written, he had rejected my term project but, on the advice of my faculty advisor, I had continued to work on it. I had managed to avoid confrontation with Professor W, more because, as the weeks progressed, his behavior regressed. He had set up progress meetings with other members of the class and then not shown up. He couldn’t remember the names of the guys in class so he set up a seating chart. But we would change seats each time we had class with him. He never knew. I’d mentioned that he would give a quiz each class. That was how he would take attendance. But, once the papers were handed in two or three of the guys would slip out the door when he wasn’t looking. That was fairly easy to do. He considered himself to be a lecturer and he would walk around the room as he did. He would often stop in front of a window and, even in mid sentence, would stop and stare out at the landscape. Sometimes he would be there for a few minutes at a time. He was the laughing stock of the campus but the administration did nothing about it. My advisor was in sympathy with me but he, also, did nothing. I felt somewhat helpless.

There was a lot of dissatisfaction at the fraternity over it’s campus status. Some of the Freshman pledges were threatening not to formally join when they returned in the Fall. With social probation already in force and the threat of academic probation hanging over our heads there wasn’t much to offer. From an economic standpoint that was certainly not good. I was trying to plead my case to become the full time house manager for the following year. There was a faction that was arguing against that happening citing the fact that I had only actually, physically, lived in the house for less than a semester. They also brought up the fact that even though I slept in the house most nights that I was seldom present. To combat that criticism I cut back on my mid week visits to see Elle.

I also managed to get a full time position at the co-op. Full time is a misnomer. It amounted to 16 to 20 hours a week. At $1.00 an hour it didn’t go very far but at least it was something. If there was anything good about it all it was that I was actually getting some studying done when business was slow. That was not to say that I didn’t get to see Elle. I did, but not as much.

One of the more memorable weekday trips did involve Barbara Ann. I’d decided to go down to see her one day probably about mid month. We’d talked on the phone and I was to pick her up at her school at the regular place and regular time. At 3:30pm I was there... but Elle wasn’t. In all the times I’d gone to pick her up there she’d never been late. I waited for awhile and then thought that maybe she’d gotten a ride so headed for Miss Bea’s. I’d been there so often that I didn’t ever bother to knock. I walked into the kitchen and didn’t see any signs that anyone had come home yet. But, I took a chance and went upstairs hoping to find and surprise Elle. She wasn’t in her room. As I turned to walk out I saw bare feet at the end of a bed in Barbara Ann’s room. I went up to the door and peeked in. Barbara Ann was lying on her side facing away from the door... wearing only a blouse and panties. The view was my favorite... her nice rounded butt cheeks filling out her panties and a nice big crotch line to finish it off. Oh for a camera!

Again, not knowing where Elle was I didn’t want to get caught by her in a compromising position as far as Barbara Ann was concerned, Reluctantly, I went back downstairs. Concerned as to just where Elle was I headed back to the school. She was ready and waiting for me as I pulled up. It turned out that, due to an emergency, she had to take “bus duty”. I was relieved to see her and, having not seen all that much of her alone for a couple of weeks, asked if we couldn’t find an excuse to leave Miss Bea’s after supper. I didn’t expect that she would be receptive without some “selling” on my part and when she immediately said “yes” it was the best news I’d had all month.

To be continued...

STILL SPRING... & trying to enjoy it (Part 43e)

Word got back to the house on Monday afternoon that two of the guys had been kicked out of the college. Since both of them were close friends it hurt even more. I was so depressed that I chose to cut my afternoon class. I decided to drive out to the lake. On the way I had to pass by the T’s farm. I hadn’t been in touch with any of them in months and I felt very guilty about it. That only added to my depression. When I got to the lake the sailing team was out practicing which made me even sadder. I loved sailing and had really missed it. But I noticed that one of the boats wasn’t being used. The boathouse attendant recognized me and asked if I wanted to take it out even though it had been over a year since I'd been out to the lake. Just being on the water cheered me up. I felt a lot better even though the coach yelled at me when he saw who was in the boat.

On my way back I decided to stop at the T’s. I was worried about what to say when I saw Mrs T. She was lugging her laundry basket up the back porch steps when I pulled into the yard. Because she’d not seen my new car she didn’t recognize it and kept on going. I felt funny knocking on the door. When she opened it I got this great big hug. It only made me feel even more guilty for not having come out to see her. She was such a nice lady. She insisted that I stay for dinner. It was difficult making excuses for why I hadn’t been out to see her and Joanne but it seemed like she accepted them and my apology as well. Joanne had broken up with her boyfriend and had pretty much given up her pie business. After the Christmas holidays it had fallen off quite sharply and when she started to get depressed about it Mrs T had steered her into another area. They had a small shed just off of the milking barn that was semi heated. Mrs T got Joanne into growing starter plants and, when Spring finally arrived in all it’s glory, she sold them to the local AGWAY (a farmers co-op).

As usual, Joanne was super shy when I first saw her. By the time supper was over she, willingly, took me out to show me what she was growing. The one thing that it did was to remind me that something should be made available in the local schools to help students, like Joanne, who couldn’t keep up with academic subjects but who, with help, could be productive members of the community. That was enough to turn my mood.

Again, I know I made my mid week visits to see Elle that following week. I’m at a loss to think of anything really exciting happening. Because I’d worked at the student co-op during the Spring party, my name was added to the list of part-time employees. I got a call on Friday to work on Saturday. I pretty much knew that if I declined that my name would be taken off the list so, reluctantly, I said I would. Elle was disappointed but since the girls had their housekeeping chores to do on Saturday mornings she said she’d find something to keep her busy. It turned out to be the nicest day we’d had all Spring and that made me mad. As it turned out I was only needed until 2pm. I tried to call Elle but no one answered. I jumped in the car and headed for Miss Bea’s as fast as I could.

Barbara Ann usually got picked up by her boyfriend around lunch time. I fully expected to find Elle alone and was looking forward to having more than a just few minuets ”alone time“ with her. Rather than park in the driveway and then having to move the car when Miss Bea got home, I parked out front. I almost choked when I made the turn at the back of the house. There were the two girls, lying on towels and on their backs... in only bras and panties. Why I didn’t let out some sort of animal sound when I saw them I don’t know. I know the sight of the two of them took my breath away. They were really up close to the house so there was little chance of anyone passing by seeing them. I stood there comparing their body shapes and, as I’ve said before, they could’ve swapped bodies. (Elle was much better looking!) I have no idea how long I stood there, staring. Maybe two minutes or so. I finally backed up and walked around to the other side of the house and called out asking if anyone was home. I gave them about 30 seconds before walking around the back of the house. They had the towels wrapped around themselves by then and both were wide eyed. Seeing it was me, Elle ran up with a big kiss. Barbara Ann stood there smiling. After I explained what had happened to allow me to come down Barbara Ann asked if I wanted to join them in getting some sun. Of course I said I would, hoping that they would put the towels back down and stay in their underwear. But that wasn’t to happen. Elle went up the steps and into the house first, making sure she was covered. Barbara Ann followed but as she stepped inside the towel ”slipped“ from her hand exposing her backside. With the bright sun it was a glorious sight.

They returned a few minutes later dressed in short sleeve blouses and shorts. I took off my shirt and lay down next to Elle. The sun did feel good and I was sure that the roof outside my window back at the fraternity was filled with bodies catching the sun. In a way I wished I was alone with Elle but the memory of seeing Barbara Ann in her bra and panties took some of the disappointment of our not being alone. In another way I was a bit envious of her boyfriend Brad. Not that Elle really ever created a problem for me but I usually had to ”sell“ her on doing some things. Barbara Ann seemed to be ahead of the curve, willing to be a little risque all on her own. As Elle had initially described her, she sure was ”different"

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STILL SPRING... & trying to enjoy it (Part 43d)

Brad had been house sitting for the owner of the local newspaper who spent the winters in Florida. It was, at that time, considered to be a mansion. By today’s standards it wouldn’t. In any case, it was quite nice. Barbara Ann, having spent a number of weekends there with Brad, knew her way around and ended up showing Elle the whole house. I stayed in what would be considered the den. I was fascinated by all the books the man had, many of them leather bound. I also liked the big leather desk chair he had. I sat down in it visualizing myself having a room similar to this sometime in the future. While sitting there I saw this brown envelope that I recognized as one in which developed pictures were returned in. There were some pictures that had been partially stuffed back into it and I saw one on top showing bare legs. That caught my attention. The temptation was just too great. I pulled the pictures out and, sort of hiding behind the desk, flipped through them. They were all of Barbara Ann and some were really ”interesting“. They had all been taken either in the house or on the grounds. The ones in the house were the important ones. Brad had obviously caught Barbara Ann by surprise and had taken a number of candid shot of her in various stages of either dressing or undressing. Even though I had just seen her, in the flesh, in somewhat the same state, seeing the pictures excited me almost as much. At that point I really liked Brad's style. When I heard the girls returning I tried to stuff the pictures back into the envelope. Rushing, I managed to get all but one back in before they walked into the room. That one ended up on the floor. I tried, unsuccessfully, to kick it under the desk. I stood up and actually put my foot on it to hide it. Elle indicated that she wanted to head back to Miss Bea’s and Barbara Ann asked if I wanted a bite to eat before we left. I said ”yes“ and as they started walking back out the door I quickly bent down and picked the picture up. But she stopped and when she did I stuffed it in a pocket. I was holding my breath that she hadn’t noticed.

While eating, I had mixed emotions about what to do with the picture. On the one hand I was hoping that it was one of the more innocuous ones so that Brad might not miss it. On the other hand I was hoping it was one that showed Barbara Ann in her panties. I honestly thought about trying to find a reason to go back into the den to try and get it back into the envelope but the opportunity never presented itself. I had to wait until I used the bathroom just before Elle and I left to actually find out what it was. It turned out to be one of Barbara Ann getting dressed. She was sitting on the edge of a bed, in her bra and panties, putting on a slip. It wasn’t the best of the batch but at least it was something I wanted to see.

I remember being pretty quiet on the trip back to Miss Bea’s. I truly was concerned about the picture. I tried rationalizing the fact that I’d taken the picture in the first place but was equally concerned in what might happen if Elle knew I had it. When we got to Miss Bea’s house we found that she’d made soup for supper instead of cooking a usual Sunday meal because she didn't know what time we'd be back. It, and my frame of mind, was not conducive for me staying so Elle and I had a pretty tame ”good bye“. Almost none of my fantasy of what the weekend was going to be like came true. In some ways it was pretty sad that the highlight was Barbara Ann.

I know I made my mid week visits and but nothing in my memory jumps out about them. That next weekend was the Spring party at my college. Because the fraternity was on social probation there was nothing happening there. No alcohol and no girls equaled a big zero for excitement. Because I was no longer working at the clothing store my income had been reduced and I needed to do something to make some money. I stumbled onto an opportunity to get a temporary job at the student co-op for the weekend. Elle wasn’t happy with the news but it was a quick fix to my immediate cash problem.

While at work on Saturday morning there was a ”raid“ at the fraternity. Some college officials decided to make a ”gestapo“ type raid to make sure the house was following their edict. Some of the brothers had taken to hiding beer in their cars so as to meet the no alcohol in the house requirement. What they didn’t realize was that there was to be no alcohol even on the house property. Some of my fellow ”unholy alliance“ friends got caught up in it. I got word of it during the afternoon. On top of not being with Elle it made for a really bad weekend.

To be continued...

STILL SPRING... & trying to enjoy it (Part 43c)

We met up with the family who was working the other end of the trail at around 5pm so our job was finished. At that time all I wanted to do was collapse. I’d done more physical activity in one day than I’d done in all the time since Christmas. I couldn’t wait for the shower. However, chivalry took precedence and the girls went first; Elle followed by Barbara Ann. I almost fell asleep on the couch while waiting for them to finish. Barbara Ann came out of the bathroom with a towel barely wrapped around her. As I got up I saw her disappear into her bedroom and saw her bare bottom. I was sure she knew. I grabbed my towel and went into the bathroom which was nice and warm and steamy. As I stripped out of my jeans and let them fall to the floor I saw a pile of clothes under the sink. I’d seen Elle walk out with her clothes in her arms and Brad was still up at the lodge. That meant they were Barbara Ann’s. I swear I hit the floor when I realized it. Even though I’d handled her clean panties when I’d helped Elle do the laundry just a week ago this was different. A whole lot different!

I quickly found what I was looking for. As I picked up her panties I saw something I really hadn’t expected to see. There were pee stains in the crotch. Then I remembered her peeing in the woods. It was obvious that she hadn’t wiped. It only took a few seconds for the panties to be up at my nose. Maybe it was because the panties belonged to a different girl but I swear they smelled differently than Elle’s. I probably stayed kneeling on the floor for a couple of minutes. I did take the time to look at the label and it was one I’d never seen before... Carol Brent. Like I’d described before, they were nylon and had a nice lace applique on one side of the front and they were size 5, the same as Elle wore. When I did stand up there was something else standing up as well.

After Brad got back and took his shower we all went up to the lodge to eat. If there was one recurring theme it was in listening to almost everybody complaining about their aching muscles. My forearms and shoulders were absolutely killing me. There was one group present who had a supply of asprin and they were more popular than the food. As I remember it, all four of us were asleep before dark. As much as I wanted to sleep snuggled up to Elle we both decided to accept separate beds, at least to start with. I woke up at daybreak and, in spite of my aches and pains, I climbed in with Elle. As I snuggled into her back my upper thigh pressed into her plastic panties. They were very warm and as I lay there I deduced that she had just peed. Instant hard on... but she was just about unconscious so nothing really came of it.

Even though it had been a relatively warm day, especially for April, Brad had started a fire when we got back from eating. No one had gotten up to feed it during the night so there were only embers when I got up. I was able to rekindle it and was on my knees getting it going when Barbara Ann walked up behind me, surprising me... in more than one way. She had on the same robe as she’d had on earlier in the week at Miss Bea’s only that time she had on a bra and panties. This time it was panties only and when she bent over to ask me if I wanted coffee I got an eyeful of her breasts. Seeing her in her panties would’ve taken my breath away but this view almost gave me heart attack. If I answered her I surely don’t remember what I said. If that wasn’t bad (GOOD) enough, she then squatted down to to try to get some warmth from the fire. I remember her ooching forward while on her haunches and as she rocked from side to side I got about three very good looks of her crotch. Again, ”Oh My Heart!“

She only stayed for a few minutes and then got up to get our coffee. My eyes followed her every step, thankful that I was kneeling. She handed me both cups and then went back to the sofa. My eyes continued to follow her every move. As she bent over to pick up a cushion I got a great backside view as her robe rode up a bit on her back. The half moon view of her crotch line almost did me in. After putting the cushion on the floor she proceeded to sit down, yoga style, which gave me a full and unobstructed view of her crotch. I don’t think I could’ve scripted the scene any better. I handed her cup to her not able to say a word. I honestly don’t know how long it was before I came out of my stupor. It had suddenly dawned on me that if Elle came out and saw us this way there would be hell to pay. I ended up excusing myself saying I needed to use the bathroom. Physically, that would’ve been impossible but I went in anyway, trying to calm myself down. Then I ended up going in to wake Elle up. I figured that was the safest thing to do.

When Brad got up the rest of us told him that we needed some ”real food“. The nearest restaurant was about 20 minutes away so we headed there. Elle, Barbara and I were also in agreement that we’d done enough ”work“. We’d found out that we had been the last to finish up the day before and had basically completed our task so, technically, we were through. The problem was that Brad, being somewhat of an employee, wasn’t. By the time we finished eating it was starting to sprinkle. On our way back it was decided that the three of us would go back to Brad's place and wait for him, hoping that he would get off early. Barbara Ann and Elle let it be known that they had had enough "roughing" and wanted to be dry and warm. I didn't say it but I agreed.

To be continued...

STILL SPRING... & trying to enjoy it (Part 43b)

We stopped at Miss Bea’s to get the girls’ bags. I thought we were in trouble when she asked Barbara Ann for her parents phone number. But Barbara Ann was quick. She told her that we were all going camping with her parents and that they were already at the campgrounds. My initial thought was that Miss Bea wanted it to check if we were really going to Barbara Ann’s house but as soon as camping was mentioned she let the subject drop... thankfully. We went to Brad’s place and Barbara Ann drove with him. It took maybe an hour to get to the park. We signed in and got our cabin assignment and were told that they were presently cooking hamburgers and hot dogs up at the main lodge. We were all starving so went there first. We found out that the evening meals and the next day lunch were included in the weekend and that made me a lot happier... no cash out of my pocket. After getting filled up we headed for the cabin and quite a shock!

All the cabins had been closed up for the Winter. Ours wasn’t very big and consisted of a great (?) room with a kitchenette, two small bed rooms and a tiny bathroom with a toilet, sink and shower stall. When we looked into the bedrooms we had another shock. One had twin beds and the other had two sets of bunk beds. Neither was what I had envisioned. Brad and Barbara Ann got the room with the twin beds. Elle wasn’t very happy about that but we kept our mouths shut.

The water had been turned on but they hadn’t aired the place out before we got there. It was VERY musty and actually colder inside than it was out. We decided to open all the windows while we unloaded the car. Both the girls (and I) were shocked to find out that the only heat was from the fireplace. At least there was dry wood underneath the back of the cabin. Brad started the fire and the girls went about making up the beds while I carried in some wood. We kept our coats on for a long time before we could feel the effect of the fire. Elle was used to going to bed around 10pm and by the time it started to get warm it was close to 11pm and she was asleep in a chair. Our bedroom was still cold so we elected to try sleeping in our clothes on the sofa we had drawn up in front of the fireplace. Elle had put on her usual night time “package” including the plastic panties. We were both asleep when Barbara Ann and Brad went into their room. I’d been hoping to see if Barbara Ann was going to show her “sexy side” but if she did I sure didn’t get to see it. I woke up when I got too warm. I woke Elle up to go to the bathroom and fed the fire while she did. We ended up back on the sofa. I didn’t sleep all that well so managed to monitor Elle so that she stayed dry all night so that was a plus. But I was super tired even before we started in on our work detail... and I sure wasn’t looking forward to it.

Brad had brought his coffee pot and some breakfast goodies so at least we had something to start the day. There were seven trails at the park. We were assigned the longest trail. I think it was about seven miles long. There was another group assigned to work it with us. It was a husband and wife and their two teen aged sons. Brad suggested that they start at one end of the trail and we on the other end and to try and meet in the middle. Brad and I were given bow saws to work with and we were supposed to clear any trees or branches that were blocking the trail. We gave the girls the job of moving the small stuff off to the sides. Elle was somewhat concerned when we found out there were no “facilities“ out on the trail so had left her full night time ”package“ on. She was resigned to the fact that she’d end up wet before we broke for lunch but didn’t complain.

It was easy going at first but we ran into an area where there were multiple trees down in just a small area. While we were attacking those downed trees Barbara Ann asked Elle if she wanted to take a potty break. I tried to watch as they went off the trail a ways. I was sure Barbara Ann didn’t know Elle was wearing her package although she was well aware of her problem and I wondered why Elle went with her. I was soon to learn that it’s a female thing. In any case, I didn’t see anything. Even so, it was still going to be a long day and I looked forward to the next time she had to go.

They blew some sort of horn to let us know it was time for our lunch break. As we made our way back to the lodge I asked Elle how she was doing. She admitted that she was wet but it wasn’t a problem. After we ate she said she wasn’t going to change panties but was just going to put some dry sanitary pads in with the wet panties. I asked why and she said that if she put on dry panties and then wet again during the afternoon and then again during the night she wouldn’t have any clean and dry panties for Sunday. She hadn’t planned on the day wetting when she packed. All I’ll say was that knowing that she was going to be wet all afternoon kept me in a state of semi excitement all afternoon.

As far as seeing Barbara Ann when she took her afternoon potty break, I was in the right position to see her squat down and then see her pull her panties and jeans up when she was done. Elle didn’t go with her this time but Brad was close by and he watched her closely. I liked his style.

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STILL SPRING... & trying to enjoy it (Part 43a)

Naturally, I headed down to see Elle that next Tuesday. I was right on time... 3:30pm. But Elle was nowhere in sight. She didn’t show up until after 4pm. The lesson plans that she had written (her first) had proved to be less than stellar and her mentor teacher had asked her to stay late so she could help her. By the time we got to Miss Bea’s house it was almost 4:30pm and she was expected momentarily. All I got was a few minutes of hugs (with my hands up her skirt and on her pantied bottom) and kisses. I tried to think of some excuse for Elle and I to leave but couldn’t. Barbara Ann showed up around 5:30pm and we ate soon thereafter. Elle had to redo her plans so, even though I was welcome to stay, I just felt like excess baggage. I left with Thursday afternoon in mind.

On Thursday, she was there waiting for me. But, so was Barbara Ann. It was raining and since the school only had one gym, the boys baseball team took precedence. At first I was profoundly disappointed. As it turned out, I shouldn’t have been. Once in the house, thankfully, Barbara headed right upstairs leaving Elle and I alone. At first Elle was a little unsure as to how far she would let me go. We settled in on the couch right after Elle used the toilet. When she lay across my lap and “tented” her skirt I knew that it was an “invitation”. When my hand reached it’s destination I was really surprised, and pleased, to find her somewhat damp. She’d obviously not wiped. That, in itself, was enough to create an rather uncomfortable bulge, what with her laying across me. I had to “work” to get her to let me inside. I was just starting to get a reaction when the phone rang. Since the only phone was in the kitchen Elle had to get up to answer it. It turned out that it was Barbara Ann’s boyfriend, Brad. Elle called upstairs and almost before I could blink, she came flying down the stairs. All she had on was a sheer robe over her bra and panties. That caught my attention!. Elle and I didn’t go back to where we were as we waited for her to finish her call. When she did she came in and stood before us asking us if we’d be interested in joining her and her boyfriend for the weekend. The request wasn’t what had my attention. It was the fact that she was standing there with the front of her robe open where I was able to get a great look at about 50% of the front of her panties. I could plainly see the crotch line as well as a good part of the applique. If I’d been asked a direct question right then and there I don’t think I could’ve answered. Elle looked at me and when she saw the expression on my fact she poked me in the ribs. Barbara Ann just stood there waiting for an answer. Neither Elle nor I realized that Brad was still on the phone. When we did we said we’d join them even though we had no idea what we’d be doing. When she went back into the kitchen Elle started to give me the dickens about my staring at Barbara Ann. I wanted to remind her of the comment she’d made about how I'd "like" Barbara Ann when she'd described her to me, but I didn’t.

I didn’t get much of a peek when she went back upstairs and Miss Bea walked in almost as soon as she did. When Barbara Ann came back down for supper she had on jeans and a blouse. I’d never seen her without her horned rimmed glasses and found myself wondering just what she looked like without them. Elle jabbed me once for staring at her and there was no doubt that I was. Like Elle had described her, she sure was “different”. I still couldn’t believe the “show” she’d given earlier. I was hoping for more on the weekend.

After dinner, Barbara Ann asked if I could drive them down to her boyfriend’s after school the next day. She did this out of earshot of Miss Bea as she had told her that we were all going to her home for the weekend. It wasn’t unreasonable as she did live just a little over an hour away. But what we were really going to do was to go to this State park where Brad worked as a Ranger in the Summer. The park wasn’t yet officially open and this was the weekend that was used to clean up after the Winter and to clear the hiking trails. Employees and their families were invited to stay free in one of the cabins provided they would work. Brad signed Elle and I up as his cousin and her husband. I was impressed by his guile. I couldn’t wait.

My problem was that I was scheduled to work at the clothing store both Friday and Saturday. As much as I wanted (and needed) the money I really wanted to spend the weekend with Elle (and Barbara Ann). So I stopped by the store at lunchtime. When I asked Mr B about more time off he pretty much told me that he really didn’t need me anymore. Mrs B was healthy again and he’d really hired me as a favor. I do remember feeling bad but I did thank him. I packed some work clothes and that was about it. I got to Elle’s school a little early and while I waited I remember fantasizing what it would be like living in the same cabin as Barbara Ann and wondering if she’d be as “casual” as she’d been the day before.

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SPRING... and a dark cloud on the horizon (Part 42e)

When I returned to classes after Spring break I found that one of my Psychology professors had had a stroke and was hospitalized. My initial reaction was one of disappointment as I felt he was the best instructor I had. The class was canceled for two days and on the third (a Friday) I walked in to see this tall, old man with white hair and beard standing in front of the class. He introduced himself as professor W, the retired head of the Psych department. It was easy to see that he was a no nonsense type. He started off by telling the class that everything was about to change.

At the beginning of the semester we’d all been told that there were three components to our grade for the year; 1/3 was the mid semester exam... 1/3 the final exam... and 1/3 our term project. We’d also been told that our text book was to be a reference only and that because Psychology was an inexact science, class discussion rather than lectures would be the focus. Our term project could be on just about anything as long as we could persuade the professor that it was related to Psychology. I’d had a hard time getting approval for mine but as I progressed with it the professor bought into the concept. As a whole the class had not done all that well on the mid semester exam so we were graded on a curve. I got an actual 56 but it was “curved” up to a 65, a passing grade.

Having said all that, professor W wasn’t kidding when he said things were to change. The first thing was that the text was now to be our “Bible” and we were going to have a quiz to start each class that would cover our homework. Next, he didn’t believe in marking on a curve so all our grades were going to be changed back to what we had actually gotten. There would now be four components for our grade in the course; the two exams making up half our grade, the term project 1/4 and the accumulated quiz grades the final 1/4. The whole class was in shock!

It only took a few classes to realize that the man had a problem. The term “absent minded professor” fit him to a “T”. He couldn’t remember anybody’s name and would out the same assignment two classes in a row. But, for me, those problems were minor. When I had my one on one meeting with him to go over my project I hadn’t gotten into it for more that a few minutes before he stood up and called the whole thing “Garbage“ and he walked out of the room. I thought that he’d come back but he didn’t. I waited for probably a half hour. Not knowing what to do I went looking for my faculty advisor.

He was also a Psychology professor and was very familiar with professor W. Long story short... Professor W. had been asked to retire about 5 years earlier and there was a bit of resentment. My advisor told me that, within the department, there was some concern and that what I was telling him wasn’t unexpected. I was told by my advisor that he would speak to professor W on my behalf and that I should continue to work on my project. I thanked him and left. When I walked into the next class with professor W I was expecting that he would ask me to stop by and see him after class. When he didn’t I took the initiative. MISTAKE!!!

He didn’t even know who I was. When I reminded him of our meeting he went ”off“ again, telling me that I was wasting both his and my time. So, it was back to my advisor. He apologized and said that he hadn’t been able to ”pin him down“ to talk with him. Before the next class I stopped by to see my advisor first. I didn’t want a repeat of the last time. But there was no news. He hadn’t talked with him. My concern was growing. I had over seven weeks of effort into the project (I actually was making a REAL effort, something I wasn’t doing with the rest of my work.) and there was less than six weeks to the end of the semester. If I was to change the subject I’d have to do approximately fourteen weeks of work in just five.(1)

At the same time I found life at the fraternity to be just about dead. The social probation was being monitored closely and two of the brothers who were caught with alcohol in their rooms were kicked out of the fraternity. The mid semester GPA for the fraternity was up but just barely (I certainly didn't help in that category) and the officers were really cracking down and were enforcing "quiet time". I got called before them about the lack of time I physically spent in the house. I survived that little inquisition by reminding them that my assistant house manager's position only required that I sleep in the house. I hadn't missed a night since I'd been given the job. All in all, it was not the fun place it had been when I joined.

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SPRING... some fun for a change (Part 42d)

We headed South but because of the rural nature of the countryside there wasn’t any obvious place for us to go and park. Almost all the roads off the highway were gravel or dirt. The deep frost of the Winter was working it’s way to the surface and those type of roads were deeply rutted from trucks and school buses. I didn’t want to chance going down one and getting stuck in the mud. So, I turned around and we headed back to the town where Elle had taught for the first part of the semester. I’d never really done any “exploration” in and around the town. With Elle’s roommate, Teresa, with us almost constantly, I never really saw Elle alone so had no reason to find a secluded place for us to go. Being Easter Sunday, the town was deserted. I don’t remember why we went down the street where the schools were located. As opposed to the school that Elle was now teaching at where all the grades, K through 12, were in one building, this school district had two separate buildings with the High School in one. That building was in the shape of the letter L. I was a bit curious so drove into the parking lot which ran back from the road. At the back end I saw a paved pad that ran in behind the building. I drove onto the pad and looked around. From where we were we couldn’t see the road. To the right were the athletic fields which were tree lined. It quickly dawned on me that unless someone drove into the parking lot there was no way anyone would or could see us. I had found what I was looking for.

Elle wasn’t really comfortable though. It took a little persuasion to get her to lie across my lap like she would often do when we parked. When I went to slide my hand up between her thighs to reach the crotch of her panties she, again, resisted. But, I was able to get her to let me stay there. It took a little more time than I would’ve liked but eventually she relaxed enough for me to venture inside. Unfortunately, but as it usually was with her, she was dry and I needed some “lubrication” to make it more pleasurable for both of us. It took more persuasion but she did get up on her knees and let me have a “squirt“.

I know she enjoyed herself; her writhing body couldn’t hide it. But, she just wasn’t willing to go any further what with it being daylight and with us in a public place. When she checked her watch she said it was probably a good idea to head back to Miss Bea’s. I couldn’t really complain. At least I had a good memory to start off the week.

It was only about 15 minutes to Miss Bea’s. We were just on the outskirts of town when she let out a bit of a squeal... ”I’m leaking!“ She reached under the seat to get one of the towels that were usually there but she couldn’t find one. Then she told me to stop the car. If she’d found a towel she could’ve peed in it and we wouldn’t have to stop. The problem with stopping was that we were on a state highway and there was a fair amount of traffic. But, just ahead, when she told me to stop, was a state highway depot where they stored snow plows and the sand that they put on the roads when it snowed. There was a wide entryway and I just pulled off and into the yard, stopping behind a large berm-like pile of sand. She had the door open as soon as the car stopped. She already had her skirt hiked up around her waist and when she stepped out she went into a semi squat, holding onto the door with her left hand. I flopped onto the passenger side seat and watched the pee pour from the back of her panties into a pool beneath her. I was as hard as a rock. It only took a few seconds for her bladder to empty but she stayed in the semi squat position for at least a minute. She asked if I had anything at all to blot her panties and to dry her legs and feet. I went to the trunk and rooted around and found an old T shirt. She was standing up but still with her skirt around her waist. I could see the wet crotch as I approached her. My bulge was very evident. I really wanted to go up to her and to caress those wet panties but she was all business, taking the shirt and blotting her crotch. She was worried about her wet panties and the leather seat but I told her it was OK. She sat down with her feet still outside the car and than asked me to wipe down her ankles and feet where her pee had splashed up onto her. She had her legs spread and it was a glorious view, especially with the wetness making the nylon panties somewhat transparent. When I was done I asked if she wanted to put on dry panties. I knew the metal box under my seat still had panties in it. She felt her crotch and told me that it was probably a good idea. She got in and closed the door while I fished the box out from under the seat. There were two pair of her Carter’s heavy cotton panties in the box. I handed one of them to her but asked if she’d ”be nice“ and just put them on over the other ones. I got another one of ”those“ looks only this one lasted longer than normal. I watched as she slipped them up her legs and on. She did say that she was going to change as soon as we got back to the house but I was just happy that she’d agreed to accommodate me.

The two ladies were still at the house when we got back. The ladies had cleaned up and washed the dishes so there wasn’t anything that we could do. They left after it got dark and I followed soon after. We did get a few minutes of semi privacy where we worked out a bit of a schedule for me to visit. Miss Bea had expanded her volunteer work to add Tuesdays and Thursdays and didn’t get home until about 4;30pm. Elle thought it would be “nice” if I could come at least one of those days and we’d have a few minutes to be alone. My first thought was of Barbara Ann. If she was there we wouldn’t really be alone but Elle told me that Barbara Ann had been a softball player at college and was going to help out with the High School team. Therefore we’d have time to ourselves. It was obvious that they had already discussed it and I liked Elle's thinking. All I had to was let Elle know a day in advance when I was coming. My trip back to school was filled with all kinds of ideas for our upcoming “alone” time.

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SPRING... some fun for a change (Part 42c)

As I remember it she wanted to know what was wrong. I know I should’ve taken advantage of the moment but I didn’t. For some reason it was OK to be upstairs in her own house but I was uncomfortable there at Miss Bea’s. There was one thing that Elle tried not to do and that was to touch my privates with her fingers and hands. Of course, over time she had but it was usually by accident. I was not expecting her to put her hand there, even though I had my clothes on. I started to back away but she grabbed my belt and tried to undo it. I think I even protested, mildly, by asking what she thought she was doing. Backed up to her bed, she pushed me back making me fall on it. At that point she flopped down on top of me. One thing led to another and before long I let her strip my pants off. With me fully on my back she climbed up on me straddling my groin. I remember having my hands on her hips and feeling her sort of riding my now exposed penis. What I also remember is that her crotch was wet... probably part of it was my pre-cum but there was more to it than that. When she stopped she pulled her panty crotch aside and, for the first time I can remember, she took my penis and, with a bit of trouble, guided it in. I was dumbfounded. She had never been the aggressor and, at best, was sometimes a willing partner. Most times it had been me working to get her ”primed“ but this was totally different. My very first thought was that I didn’t have a ”rubber“. It took a few seconds to remember that she’d just had her period so I relaxed and enjoyed the ”ride“... at least for a very short time. It had been so long since we’d had sex that it didn’t take much for me to come. I remember the feeling of ”deflation“ both mentally and physically. It was a lot different when it happened when she was on top though. I sort of liked it.

I was hoping that she’d come down and lie in my arms and eventually she did. If we said anything I surely don’t remember it. I do remember having my hands on her butt cheeks and feeling her wet panties though. I think the first thing I asked was when Miss Bea would be back, something I should’ve asked when we first went upstairs. Miss Bea worked from 8am to 4pm on Saturdays and from noon to 4pm on Sundays. But we were in good shape time wise. Elle went to get washed up and I was following her into the bathroom to watch. Even though she’d let me finally see her naked she still wasn’t comfortable with it, especially since it had been quite a while since I had. So, I actually waited in the hall but did peek. She’d taken clean panties in with her and I was disappointed to see her with a pair of the Carter’s heavy cotton on when she came out. I asked why and she smiled and said it was because ”I’d be coming out of her for a while“. I hadn’t thought of that. But, I asked if she’d put on a pair of nylon panties over them. She gave me one of ”those“ looks that sort of indicated that she thought I was crazy... but I watched her reach into a drawer and pull out another pair. I remember helping her to get them on and, as I did, I just happened to run my fingers over her crotch. She was right. I was still ”coming out“.

When we went out to check on the wash Elle started talking about Barbara Ann. I’d mentioned that Elle had told me she was ”different“. Elle explained that comment. Even though she was from a small town, her boyfriend/fiance didn’t. His father had been in the Air Force and he’d lived in a lot of different places. They’d been going together for three years and Barbara Ann was not shy in telling Elle that they had been having sex almost from the beginning. Elle went on to say that Barbara Ann wasn’t shy about many things, certainly not about walking around in her underwear. I heard that and actually had a small bulge start. I don’t think Elle saw it but she did make a comment about how I’d react if I were to see her doing it. Miss Bea had ”suggested“ that she at least have a robe on when she was downstairs. Elle went on about how she kept pestering her about our relationship. I think I did ask her how much she'd told her and I don’t remember her exact answer. By then she had all the dry things folded and in the wash basket. Once back inside I finally got up the courage to ask about her ”aggressive“ actions with me upstairs and if they were as a result of talking with Barbara Ann. She didn’t have to say a word. The color of her cheeks told it all. I remember thinking that I really wanted to get to know Barbara Ann.

When Miss Bea finally arrived she had a whole batch of groceries. With the next day being Easter she had bought a ham and all the fixings. She’d already asked me to dinner but there was way more food than for just the three of us. She eventually explained that she’d also invited a couple of widow ladies from church. I began to have doubts about having said I’d eat with her but it was too late. That night we spent a very unexciting evening playing board games. I begged off early saying I had a headache. On my trip back to school all I thought about was what Elle had told me about Barbara Ann. Having seen her appliqued panties made the thoughts even better. I couldn’t wait to meet her again.

I was a ”good boy“ and went to church with Elle and Miss Bea the next morning. In a way it was good that Miss Bea had invited the ladies over to eat. When we were finished Miss Bea ”excused” us, telling us that we’d just be bored listening to old ladies talk. She was very aware and suggested that Elle and I go for a leisurely ride and explore the countryside. I couldn’t get out of the house fast enough.

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SPRING... some fun for a change (Part 42b)

I'd begged out of working at the clothing store so I could get to Elle's as early as possible. But, with Barbara Ann gone, that left it up to Elle to do the wash and vacuuming. I got recruited to help. I was, initially, annoyed. I wanted to just wrap my arms around Elle and to get caught up with all that I’d been missing over the past two months. All I got was a big hug and a long kiss... and then I was put to work. I was assigned to vacuum the downstairs areas while she did the wash. Ironically, the washing machine was the same as Elle had back at home. It didn’t take me long and as I finished up Elle was done with the first load. One of Miss Bea’s quirks was that the laundry had to be hung ”in order“, meaning that everything of a like kind had to be hung together... all socks together; all bras together; all panties together, etc. So Elle had me sort it all out while she started the next load. I couldn’t think of a more pleasant job.

It was especially pleasurable because it gave me the opportunity to see, really up close, Barbara Ann’s panties. But not to be left out were those of Miss Bea. She was a fairly attractive woman with a nice shape so I was certainly interested in what she wore as well. She had an enclosed back porch with a large table and I headed there to do my ”job“. As I sorted out the items I thought back to the wash line at Mrs T’s and how I would ogle it as I would drive up. I had to watch myself so Elle didn’t catch me peeking at the panty labels. Elle, because of her nightly ”package“ had the most. I was familiar with almost all of hers and it was fairly easy to pick out Miss Bea’s as they were a bit bigger than the girls. I ended up trying to do a second sort separating the panties of all three. I was pleased to see that there were a few of the panties I’d bought for Elle at Christmas mixed in. I took too long to get too far into the ”inspection“ part before Elle was ready to go hang it on the clothesline. But, the one thing I did glean was that all of Barbara Ann’s were white nylon with appliques on them. I knew I really wanted to get a closer look at them before the girls finished up with their teaching assignment.

I followed Elle outside to watch as she hung it all up. I didn’t think she would notice that all hers were together but I remember her asking why. I have no idea what I said. I’m sure I blushed. I ended up holding the wash basket up so she didn’t have to bend over and that gave me the opportunity to see both Barbara Ann’s and Miss Bea’s panties up close as she clothes pinned them to the lines. One thing I did notice was that the crotch on some of Miss Bea’s did have a yellowish tinge but no where near as much as most of Elle’s. They were a mixed lot of cotton and nylon and I made a note to myself to do a further inspection of them as well if I could. I’ll admit that as I stood there looking at a line of probably two dozen panties on the line I had a soft bulge.

It was over an hour before all the wash was done and hung outside. I did get Elle to sit on my lap for a few minutes at a time but when I tried to get ”fresh“ she’d get up and would find something else to do. After the last piece was hung and she came back into the house I let her know about my frustration. Basically I asked her if there was something wrong between us. I got what I soon came to learn was a normal response... ”No. Why do you think that?“

Rather than start something that I knew wouldn’t go well, I backed off. Lunch consisted of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. We were pretty quiet and when we were finished she shocked me by asking if I wanted to come upstairs to see her room. From living in a house where no males were even allowed inside she was now inviting me upstairs and into her bedroom. I think I questioned her about ”house rules“. She said that Miss Bea was there when Barbara Ann took her boyfriend upstairs and didn’t say anything. My mind was racing. Was this really true. No males were allowed upstairs at her sorority so I'd just assumed that it would be the same here. But upstairs we went.

There were twin beds that had been pushed together to give Elle more room. She had a desk, dressing table and a dresser as well as a nice sized closet. It faced the South so it was nice and bright. I took a peek into Barbara Ann’s room and it was basically the same only it faced the North. When I came back into Elle’s room she was in the process of stepping out of the jeans that she’d been wearing. What a pleasant sight, especially since I wasn't expecting it. She was wearing a pair of the new panties that I’d given her for Christmas. With the "diamond" crotch they stood out. Then she walked up to me and gave me a kiss and hug. My bulge had started the second I saw her undressing and, within seconds, I was as hard as I could be. As we hugged Elle was gyrating slowly against my groin. Surprisingly, I didn’t know what to do. My mind was telling me that I shouldn’t be in there. It was somewhat funny in that I'd not had any trepidation about going upstairs at Elle's house with her. My heart, racing, wanted me to take her and lay her down on the bed. But I just stood there, not doing anything.

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SPRING... some fun for a change (Part 42a)

The decision Elle made to live with Miss Bea was wonderful in just about every way. As strict and unreasonable as her previous landlady had been, Miss Bea was 180 degrees the opposite. It started with her willingness to go pick Elle and her things up when I backed out. I called Elle as soon as I got back to the fraternity. All she wanted to talk about was how nice she was. I didn’t have much in the way of coins for the phone so couldn’t talk all that long. The one important thing she had to say was that everything was going great. Even though her Easter break was to start on the upcoming Friday (Good Friday) she did ask if I could come down to see her the next day (Monday). I was more than willing, not having seen her in over two weeks.

The trip was only 10 minutes longer than it had been before and with a nice day and no traffic I was there in no time at all. I picked both her and her roommate up at their school. She introduced me to Barbara Ann and as I looked at her, with the exception of horn rimmed glasses, I saw almost a mirror image of Elle. Same height, same body, same color hair. She seemed very nice in the few minutes it took to get to the house. Elle never had to say a word to her as she got out of the car and left us alone as soon as the car stopped.

We sat in the car for I don’t know how long. I couldn’t remember Elle being that “chatty”. She was all over the place... Miss Bea to Barbara Ann to the school and back again. I couldn’t keep up. She and Barbara Ann “loved” Miss Bea. She said she was just “too nice”. She had two bedrooms and it was up to the girls to decide if they wanted to each have their own or to share a room. They had free run of the kitchen and could take incoming calls right up to 10pm. Basically, the house was there to be used. Then she told me that Miss Bea was doing the cooking, at least for suppers. I remember the smile on her face as Elle told about her own first attempt. Barbara Ann didn’t fare much better so Miss Bea stepped in to rescue them.

On Barbara Ann she said she liked her “a lot” but in spite of her looking somewhat like Elle, she definitely “was different”. They elected to have their own rooms and Elle said she was glad she decided to do that. Barbara Anne was engaged, just like we were, and her fiance, Brad, was doing graduate work in the small city about 30 miles to the South. She’d chosen to teach in this town for the same reason Elle had... to be close to her boyfriend. She came from a small town, just like Elle, and was more comfortable with the small size of the school rather than one in an urban or city enviornment.

As I’d written before, the school was almost a mirror image of the school in our home town. Elle really liked the teacher who was her mentor because she was actually letting her “teach”, unlike the previous mentor who she said “hovered” over her. Elle was really excited over the fact that she was going to be able to write the actual lesson plans for the week that followed the Easter break.

A knock on the window made both of us jump. It was Miss Bea telling us that supper was on the table. I couldn’t believe it when she motioned for me to come in as well. As it turned out, I was pretty much the dinner table conversation. Miss Bea and Barbara Ann sure had a lot of questions for me. I felt like I was on the witness stand. But I learned more about Miss Bea as well. To help fill her week she volunteered at the hospital in the town that Elle last taught in. Her usual days were Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and half a day on Sunday. She was active in her church which just happened to be the same denomination as Elle and I. Because of that I could see that she was expecting us to attend.

I quickly learned that she had bartered a “deal“ with the girls. After discovering their ineptness in the kitchen, Miss Bea was willing to help them out if they were willing to help her out. They were to do the general light housekeeping and all the laundry in exchange for her doing the cooking and paying for 1/3 of the grocery bill. In the eyes of the girls this was more than a fair ”deal“. It was also expected that they would wash the dishes on the nights that Miss Bea cooked. So, when we were finished eating I ended up in kitchen drying the dishes. It was like old times for Elle and I. I asked about watching TV and, other than a few favorites for Miss Bea, it was up to the girls what they watched. Since it was my first time there and a school night to boot, I couldn’t think of a reason why Elle and I would leave even though I really wanted to have some personal time with her. It had been a long time since we’d really been together, alone. So, we ended up watching some TV and I finally left to go back to my campus around 9pm. On the trip back all I could think about was the upcoming weekend.

I debated with myself about going back after my classes that Friday. Elle had the day off as it was Good Friday but she had told me that she’d promised to help Miss Bea at her church but she didn’t know for how long. Barbara Ann’s boyfriend was picking her up Thursday night so Elle was going to be alone. But, not knowing that much about Miss Bea and what kind of oversight she was exerting over the girls I decided to wait until Saturday. It was a good move. Saturday was one of the days Miss Bea volunteered at the hospital and by the time I arrived she was gone. To me, that was GREAT news! But I got too enthusiastic, too soon.

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A NEW YEAR... waiting for Spring (Part 41h)

When I started out there was probably 5 inches of new snow on the ground. The problem on the road was that there was no place for the newly plowed snow to go. In some places there was only one lane because of that. I was, rightfully so, worried about the area of the big drift. There was wind but nowhere near as much as the week before. But what wind there was was blowing snow into the road where they had made the “open tunnel”. There was enough snow falling that the light from the headlights was diffused so that I really couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of me. When I hit that spot I thought I was in trouble. Again, I bulled my way through and thought I had it made. Not so. I was almost back to the campus when I came upon an accident. Luckily I saw it and was able to turn the steering wheel to the left to miss it. But, I ended up buried into the plowed snow on the side of the road.

The snow was so packed into the grill of the car and up into the motor that I couldn’t get it started after it had stalled. I had to climb out a window because the snow was so tightly packed that I couldn’t open the door. No one was hurt in the accident but it was so cold none of us could stay with the cars. The others weren’t college students and had no idea of where they really were. We were only a few hundred yards from the school infirmary so, through the blowing snow I led them there.

I was in the best shape. Two of the other three had the beginnings of frostbite. The staff took us in and, even though I identified myself as a student and said it wasn’t all that far to my living quarters, they insisted that we all spend the rest of the night. In the morning the final tally was 12 inches of new snow on top of the 17 from the previous week. After getting a bite to eat we all headed back to our cars. The State Police had been there as all our cars had been tagged. The problem turned out that there was only one place in town with a tow truck. Because the other two cars were actually out in the road they got moved. Because I was off the road it stayed there... until Tuesday.

It turned out to be almost a repeat of the previous week as far as classes were concerned. No classes on Monday and liberal leave for Tuesday. Other than for getting my car out of the snow bank (and running again) I actually put my time into my studies. Mid semester exams followed by Spring break was rapidly approaching. I knew I had to get my grades up and with no money to party, studying seemed like the smart thing to do.

The Spring break turned out to be a bit of a problem though. I’d committed to going to North Carolina to work with the horses and this year was going to drive to get there. My exam schedule had me finishing up on Thursday. Elle was to finish up the first half of her teaching assignment on that Friday and she’d wanted me to move her and her things to Miss Bea’s. To get some extra money I’d put a notice up on the bulletin board asking for riders headed South. I got two from within the fraternity and the guys were also finished on Thursday. Originally I’d told Elle I’d get her moved on Friday after her last class. The problem was that one of my riders needed to be home on Friday. Telling Elle that I wouldn’t be able to do it wasn’t easy. But her new landlady jumped in and offered to do it so I was somewhat off the hook.

Even though Elle’s college had their Spring break at the same time as my school, Elle, working as a (practice) teacher had to go by the schedule of the school that she was assigned to. That meant she’d only get time off at Easter which was the week I’d be back. I felt bad about not moving her but I was looking forward to making it up to her when she had her break.

The time with the horses was great. But, when I was done with work each day it was pretty boring. Again, there was no one my age, male or female, at the hotel where I stayed with my grandparents. I did get a lot of sleep though. When I left to return to school my grandfather gave me some extra money when I left on top of what I got paid for the week. Then, when I stopped to pick up the my first rider for the trip back he had a friend who attended a college that was on our way so that was even more money in my pocket. Now that Spring was here it seemed like things were really looking up.

To be continued...