THE RIGHTS OF PASSAGE (Part 7a)

Returning to school for my Sophomore year I found a number of changes.
There were 2 new girls in the class and a few new boys as well. MJ was
now dating a Senior and Russ, my best friend, was going steady with
Joan C., a girl I'd had a secret crush on for almost a year. She was
now a Freshman and was fully integrated into the High School
curriculum. She was a tomboy and yet very feminine. She was an
excellent athlete and even though just a Freshman, made the Varsity
field hockey team. Russ was probably the second best all around male
athlete so the two complemented each other. I was happy for Russ but
sad for myself. I had to be satified just being around her through
my friendship with him. My time wth MJ was now severely curtailed
what with her new interest. We still met and enjoyed each other's
company on the way to school but that was no longer a daily ritual.

One of the new girls in my class, Jane T., took an instant liking for
me. She didn't try to hide it and that led to a lot of teasing by the
guys. She was nice enough but I couldn't handle the idea of being
persued by a girl. (I eventually learned better) So that was my life
as a 15 year old as I reaclimated myself to school.

Both Russ and I were on the Soccer team and we usually played our
games the same day the girls field Hockey team played. This worked
out well because it meant Russ (and I) would ride with Joan on the
way home. As much as I was a shadow to Russ, Joan also had a shadow;
Marilyn E. a tall and homely girl. We had it worked out that whoever
showered and dressed first would wait outside the other's locker room.
On this one day, Russ and I were ready way before Joan (& Marilyn).
Instead of waiting in the field house we chose to go out and wait
by the door that led to the locker room from the field. What we
discovered was that whenever anyone entered that door you could see
into the locker room. There was no partition to block the view.
We also found that if we stood behind the pillar holdimg up the
porch roof the girls couldn't see us. This was a major discovery.
I'm not sure but it was around that same time that I decided to show
show some interest in Marilyn for the sole purpose of having more
access to Joan. Joan seemed to welcome the idea as well. After that,
the four of us were always together.

The school field house (described prevoiusly) was also the place
where large school functions, like dances, were held. There was a
school tradition that each class host a dance for the rest of the
High School. These dances were a lot less formal than a Prom or the
Christmas Ball where the girls would dress in formal gowns. The boys
wore suits and the girls wore their best Sunday clothes. The first
dance of the year was being hosted by the Junior class. A quirk
in the scheduling of athletic events had us playing at the field
the same day as the dance. There wouldn't be enough time
to go home, eat, change and get back to the dance. Joan volunteered
to let us go to her house for a bite to eat and to get dressed for
the dance. I was excited about it for it was the first time I'd be at
her house. As usual, after showering, Russ and I went to our favorite
spot to catch the views. We waited and waited but still the girls
didn't come out. Finally, through the frosted glass of the door, we
saw a form appear. Joan opened the door and was in just her bra and
panties. She waved us in. Well, the penalty for being caught in the
girls locker room was rumored to be expulsion. With that in mind I
didn't really enjoy the view, if you know what I mean. Joan and Marilyn
were alone in the room. All the others had gone. I was too scared to
get a hard on. Seeing the two of them dressed as they were just wasn't
enough. They dressed quickly and we were on our way to Joan's. Once
there I got to formally meet her older sister, Anne-Louise, who was a
Junior. There was no way to have ever associated Joan with Anne-Louise.
Only two years apart, they were as different in looks as they were in
interests. Joan was totally involved in athletics and had no other
school interests. Anne-Louise was totally committed to all activities
other than athletics. Where Joan was bubbly and vivacious, Anne-Louise
was quiet and shy. Each of the girls had their own room and Russ and I
were led to Anne-Louise's to change after supper. As soon as Russ left
the room I headed for the dresser. I scored a bull-eye on the first
pull. There before my eyes were two rows of neatly folded panties. One
was all cotton and the other nylon. The temptation to pull one out and
pocket it was there but I just couldn't do it. Russ was back just after
I slid the drawer back in place. My heart was beating so fast I'm not
sure I even spoke. I had to pass Joan's room on my way to the bathroom
and as the door was ajar, I got a good profile view of Marilyn. She
hadn't really developed much in the way of breasts and was so thin
she'd probably be called aneorexic today. I think back on her now and
can't believe I did all that just to be around Joan. Once in the
bathroom I checked for a hamper and was disappointed not to find one.
I took a chance and peeked behind the shower curtain around the tub.
Another bull-eye. Draped over a towel was a pair of white cotton band
leg panties. I grabbed them up and turned on the water in the sink to
at least make some noise as I inspected them. They were Lollipops with
a double layer of coton down the whole back. size 14. They HAD to be
Joan's . Anne-Louise was bigger than Joan. Oh how I wanted to take
them with me!. But, reason prevailed and I carefully draped them back
over the towel. What that experience did do for me was to give me a
vision of just what Joan would be wearing in my fantasies about her.

The chats that MJ and I did have, although more infrequent, were very
intense and very much oriented towards our own sexuality. I'd confess
to MJ my doubts and fears and, if she knew the answers, she'd share
with me. I probably learned 10 times more about life from talking with
her than I learned from my parents. There was little that MJ didn't
know about me from my love of panties to just what I knew (and tried)
when out on a date. Looking back, I guess the only thing she didn't
know was how much I loved seeing a girl in wet panties. Whenever
possible she continued to be my "spy" and inform me just what kind of
panties different girls wore. I remember asking about the new girls in
my class and that Jane T. wore white nylon with a lace applique the day
MJ saw her. I continued to buy panties for her and she continued to
tell me which one's she was wearing whenever we'd meet. And... she'd
tell me intimate detais of what she and her boyfrend would do on a
date. I'd get such a hard-on when she'd do that!

When it came time for the basketball season I was really happy. I loved
to play basketball and would play in half court games before school,
during lunch and after school (if we didn't have practice or a game).
What was especially interesting was that Joan was better than half the
boys who showed up to play. The fact that she was wearing a skirt never
held her back from lining up to challenge in the next game. If we were
just beginning, say at lunch time, she was probably the 6th or 7th one
chosen. As they now say, she had "game". She never asked for nor was
given any special treatment. I can tell you I got many a feel off her
(not intentionally...honest!) in the course of the games. A memorable
one though was the time when we were diving for a loose ball. In the
process she somehow ended up doing a flip and had her skirt end up
around her shoulders. I was going for the ball at the same time and I
ended up with my face on her inner thigh with my eyes and nose no more
than a few inches away from her crotch. They were the band leg cotton
panties just like I'd seen at her house. Even though I only had a split
second to see it, it's as clear today as it was back then. There was a
small wet spot right there in the middle. It wasn't sweat. That I'll
swear to. Sitting here writing this I can close my eyes and see it now.


I made the Varsity but was a bench warmer. Our school was so small that
I also played on the JV as a starter but got to suit up for the Varsity
games "just in case". What this did was to allow me to watch the
cheerleaders perform right up close. This was the first year they had
short skirts. The decision to allow them had been very controversial
what with this being a Quaker school. However, they were finally
allowed, much to everyone's pleasure.

Now let me explain a bit of history here. Prior to the short skirts all
the cheers were the yelling kind. Sis_BOOM-Bah! and all that sort of
thing. There were no cartwheels, jumps and splits incorporated into
the cheers. The girls wore long grey flannel skirts almost down to
their ankles and all held megaphones to yell their cheers. There was
no need to wear color co-ordinated panties underneath because there
was no way anyone would ever see them. With the short skirts and the
new routines, this was about to change.

When word got out that there was going to be change in the cheerleading
uniforms and routines, a whole bunch of girls who had heretofore not
been involved, showed up for tryouts. MJ was one of them. MJ was not
particularly athletic but had attended a summer camp at which some of
the counselors were cheerleaders at their respective colleges. On their
own, these girls started teachng cheering and had gotten MJ interested.
She'd learned some rudimentary moves like splits and cartwheels. So,
when she showed up to try out she was ahead of some of the girls who'd
been on the squad for a couple of years. Jane T., the new girl in my
class, had been a cheerleader in her old school and was tapped to help
teach the others the new moves. In any case, the whole school was
looking forward to the "new look". They weren't prepared for what they
got. The first home game was a non-league game which usually didn't
bring out a crowd. But everybody was there to see the cheerleaders.
As I said before, the "old" cheerleaders weren't used to having to
wear uniform panties over their own to do their cheers. The uniforms
arrived the day of the game and when they went to put their panties
on, found they were sized wrong. MJ told me that what the coach told
them to do was pull up their own panties and stuff them under the leg
elastics of the uniform panties. I guess it seemed like a good idea
but...... The school colors were blue and grey and the panties were
blue. With most of the girls wearing white panties, anything that was
not covered stuck out like a sore thumb. The opening routine was for
all the girls to come running from the locker room and to do a
cartwheel as they reached the stands. It was spectacular!. No, not
the cartwheels. It was seeing seven girls with their panties sticking
out from under their uniform panties. I was right there at ground
level to watch this display. I enjoyed every second of it!

We played in a Christmas tournament at another school. It was the only
time we were allowed to have our cheerleaders with us at an away game.
Just as we were participating in a tournament, the cheerleaders were
also. During the break between games the squads of the four schools did
their routines. Ours was obviously the worst due to inexperience. I
remember watching part of it and saw one girl from another school who
had forgotten to put her uniform panties on. I was watching with MJ and
pointed it out to her. I didn't think much more of it than just
enjoying the moment. MJ obviously did. One of the hold-overs from the
old squad was Trudy P. She had been the captain elect prior to the
change in uniforms and routines. Although she didn't really fit in wih
what they were now doing it had been decided to "reward" her for all
the years she'd been involved and to allow her to remain on the team
and retain the captain's position. MJ said she was an absolute pain to
everyone, constantly complaining and belittling. On the last home game
of the year all team seniors are honored including the cheerleaders.
It was called Senior Nght. (fancy that!) MJ had taken it upon herself
to get even with Trudy for being a bitch. She remembered the girl
without her uniform panties at the tournament and was bound and
determined to get Trudy out on the floor without hers. I didn't
really know Trudy other than just knowing who she was. Not
particularly attractive, she wasn't anyone anybody would pick out
of a crowd. SHE thought she was special. I think that's what made MJ
and the others mad. In any case, as Captain, she was the one to lead
the squad on the floor and into the first routine. Mrs B., the coach,
had prepared a special entrance just for the night. Trudy loved it
because she was the only senior on the squad and all attention was
focused on her. As the girls were getting dressed and ready, MJ had
another girl draw Trudy away from her locker. Then she grabbed her
panties and hid them away. Another part of the plan was to keep her
totally occupied right up to the time they were to go on the floor.
The plan worked. When Mrs B. called for them to line up, Trudy still
hadn't found her panties. At first she wasn't going to go out but Mrs
B. told her to get in line "or else". MJ told me she was so excited
that she almost wet her pants and for MJ to say that, it must've been
true. I was seated on the end of the bench and was waiting just for
Trudy. As she came running across the floor I could see the white of
her panties as her skirt bounced up and down with each stride. When
she went to do the cartwheel she must not have been concentrating. She
started up and just about at the apex she fell off to the side. My
side. She was wearing sheer nylon panties and although she was only
exposed for a second or two, there was no mistaking her butt crack
staring us in the face. She quickly picked herself up and took her
position to complete the routine. As they finished, MJ looked
directly at me. I smiled back with the biggest smile I could muster.
She later said she got more pleasure out of that than anything she'd
ever done. I certainly shared in her pleasure. :-)

To be continued...

THE NEXT SUMMER (Part 6d)

I haven't said anything about kids from my neighborhood. Although I
didn't spend as much time with them as in previous years, I still did
spend time with them. I told you about the sailing program and that
kids from the east end of our beach community participated. I became
friendly with them through that program and did spend some time with
them, primarily in July. Through my friendship with them they became
integrated with the kids from the west end. That's not to say they
didn't continue to spend time amongst themselves because they did.
But all in all, the community became more homogenous.

The grandfather of the two girls who sailed was an inveterate card
player. One rainy day he taught them how to play poker. It wasn't for
money or anything, just the idea of teaching them a new card game. I
was lucky enough to be there when it happened. The problem with it was
that the girls parents thought it was "awful" and basically told them
not to play it. You know what happens when you tell a kid NOT to do
something. They go out of their way to do it. Before I'd gotten
friendly with them they'd cleared out a small area in the woods north
of the bungalows they lived in. It was similar to what my group had
done in the woods a mile away that I'd described before. This one
wasn't nearly as big but was adequate for them. Once told not to play
poker they headed for the clearing. As I said, initially it wasn't
played for money. One thing led to another and as they mixed in with
my old group, word got out about it and some of them joined in. One
of them was a "toughy" from the city, John M. He insisted that they
play for money.Most of the kids didn't have much money
available to them so they resisted. Finally, one night John
suggested playing "strip poker". After he explained it, the girls
weren't interested and left. Strip poker amongst a bunch of guys is
no fun so we ended up not playing anything. However, after John left,
the rest of us went and found the girls. We found out that they were
intimidated by John. They were excited about the idea of playing
amongst ourselves. There was a relatively secluded area just down the
beach where they lived. Armed with a pack of cards we set out for that
place. Everybody was nervous, not just the girls. BTW: Babs O. was my
age and her sister, Mary O. was a year younger. No one would ever have
known they were sisters had they just walked up to them. Babs was a
mousey, shy little thing with straight brown hair. Mary, on the other
hand, was blond and vivacious with a touch of the devil in her eyes.
The rest of the group consisted of David , Billy L and me. All three of
us were the same age. The game progressed nicely until Babs lost a few
hands in a row. She was now forced to show her underwear. Even though
she wasn't anything to look at, just the thought of seeing a female in
her bra and or panties had an "effect" on me. We were sitting indian
style so I was pretty much able to keep my bulge hidden. Babs hemmed
and hawed, not sure weather to take off her blouse or her shorts.
Finally she chose her shorts, reasoning aloud that when she wore her
bathing suit it wasn't much different. In my mind I totally disagreed.
I have to say I was disappointed. She managed to get them off without
standing up and also managed to keep herself pretty much covered up. I
don't remember how I or the boys were doing but when Babs lost again
she was visably upset. Her sister convinced her to stay and to strip
off her top. Again, she managed to conceal her "vital" parts. Then it
was Mary's turn for bad luck. But in her case she seemed to have no
qualms about taking off her shorts and showing us what was underneath.
She was wearing pink rayon panties that had stripes woven into the
materal. (I'd seen them on the washline before and had even tried to
look at the label. I just didn't know who they belonged to) When Babs
lost again she said she wouldn't take anything more off. I think it was
David who suggested that she be required to get up and walk one time
around the circle. For some reason that alternative was acceptable
to her. I was surprised and happy for the opportunity to see a
girl walking around in just her bra and panties. She was wearing a
non-descript pair of cotton panties so that part wasn't very exciting.
By then it was almost dark and we decided to head home. That night
became the catalyst for many more strip poker games that summer.

I'll not bore you with any more but two. After a while word got out
about what we'd been doing and the kids from the west end started doing
the same. The differece was that the girls would cheat by putting on
extra clothes. It was near the end of the summer and Barbara J. (I
described her as the girl who kind of distanced herself from group
activities but stll was on the fringe. Her father was the Polish
representative to the United Nations) decided to have a party at her
house. I remember being surprised that her parents weren't there. In
any case, one thing led to another and someone suggested strip poker.
To my utter amazement Barbara went along with the idea. There were
probably 10 to 12 kids there. We broke into two groups with one playing
at the dining room table and the other on the front porch. In writing
about it now I think the most surprising thing was that Barbara
orchestrated the whole thing and got everybody to play along. I have no
idea why that happened. In any case I remember her telling everybody
that they could have no more than 5 articles of clothing to count. She
made everybody identify what the 5 items were. I think she even limited
the nunber of hands we were to play as well. I was sure that some of
the girls would pull what Babs had tried when faced with exposing their
underwear. I was correct but what I hadn't expected was the peer
pressure from the others. The two I remember were my future wife and
Barbara herself. When my future wife had to choose which to take off,
blouse or shorts, she also chose her shorts. When she did, her brother
grabbed them away from her to prevent her from just putting them back
on in the next hand. When he did, she kind of leaped out of her chair
towards her brother fully exposing her butt. From where I was sitting I
got a great view of her panties. I was hoping to see pee stains but
only saw her backside. I already had the hard-on in anticipation
of seeing her take her shorts off but this was almost too much.
She sat back down, pulling herself into the table to avoid having
anybody else see her. I'd got mine and that's all that counted. With
Barbara, she chose to take off her blouse. Even though she'd been well
endowed when I'd seen her in the wet blouse at my house the two summers
before, now she was unbelievable....and she knew it. I honestly think
she enjoyed showing heself off. Unfortunately, the game pretty much
ended there.

The next day all the guys could talk about was strip poker. We all
wanted to play again. when we approached some
of the girls, primarily my future wife, they
weren't interested because they said they weren't going to get naked.
With Barbara overseeing it the night before they felt the game was
under control. We pleaded, begged and pleaded some more. Finally we
gave up. I'm not sure if it was that same night or the next one, but a
group of us were on my back porch reading comics. I looked up and saw
Barbara walking across the lawn towards us. When she got about 15 feet
or so away she motioned for us to come over to where she was standing.
I honestly had no idea she was there about playing strip poker again.
It seens as if some of the girls kind of liked the excitement of it
all, especially the chance to see a boy naked. So, they approached her
to see if she'd organize another game. Their idea was that the girls
would be allowed 2 more articles of clothing than the boys AND, that
they would not have to strip beyond their bras and panties. Needless to
say... we were ready! The problem was where to play. Barbara's parents
were home as were all the rest of our parents. The only place we could
come up with was our clearing up in the woods. Unfortunately, in spite
of our enthusiasm and desire, it was too dark to even think about it
that night. But man, we did think about it all night and all the next
day! We gathered for our bike trip to the clearing about 6:30pm which
would give us approximately two hours. The final tally was five guys
and three girls. My best friend couldn't go because his cousin (girl)
had come for a vist. He was dying as we bicycled up the road. The girls
consisted of Barbara, Jane and my future wife. I couldn't believe she
would go...but I was sure happy about it. Without boring you with the
trivia, two of the boys were buck naked before any of the girls got
down to bra and panties. The first girl was Jane, and much as Babs had
done in the first game I'd participated in, managed to slip off her
shorts pretty much hiding any view of her panties. She also
successfully covered her chest as well. I was down to my underpants
when Jane lost again. It was almost dark and she was calling for the
game to end. The last thing she wanted to do was to get up and parade
around the group. But what had happened was Barbara had managed to
sneak her clothes out from behind her. When we all agreed to stop, she
reached for her clothes and didn't find them. Barbara then held them up
and dared her to come and get them. Well, it got pretty funny when she
started chasing Barbara around. We got to see a LOT more than if she'd
just calmly gotten up and walked around us. What made it more
interesting was that Barbara was also down to her bra. When Jane caught
up wth her she was like a tigress. She went straight for Barbara's bra,
grabbing it in the back and giving it a hard yank. It pulled apart and
Jane kept ahold of it, pulling it away from Barbara. That did it. My
future wife, Jane's best friend, now jumped into the battle. The five
of us, all in various states of undress, cheered as they went at it. It
lasted but a few more minutes as Jane and my future wife got Barbara
down on the ground and took Jane's clothes from her. We kept yelling at
them to pull Barbara's shorts and panties off but they were satisfied
with just getting Jane's clothes back. When they got up off Barbara, it
was the first or one of the first times I'd ever seen breasts without a
bra. I knew then that I wanted to see more.

There were other minor sightings during that summer but not worth the
mention. Beth, the ugly, fat summertime visitor and panty wetter
did not come for her annual visit to her Grandparents and that
made for a "dry" summer. But, all in all, it was quite a memorable one.

To be continued...

THE NEXT SUMMER (Part 6c)

That evening was the second time I'd gone back on the same day. This
time though, we weren't burdened with looking after Wendy's younger
sister. Her older sister had already left by the time Judy and I
arrived. As usual, we ended up in the hammock. Because of the
activities of the afternoon, my hormones were in a terrible uproar.
Wendy was wearing a loose fitting blouse with the sleeves torn off.
I remember laying across her chest and feeling her breasts pressing
against me. We were all sort of wrestling with the intent to have
the hammock tip over, spilling us onto the ground. When it happened
I somehow caught hold of one of her breasts. As we hit the ground
I squeezed it tightly. That was the first time I'd ever touched
a female breast. Naturally, another hard-on. The girls now made no
effort to hide their interest in the bulge in my shorts. Of course,
I was horribly embarassed. We managed to work through that, and, as
dusk moved in on us, I made ready to go. For some reason, I again
turned towards the barn as I did. Just as with the last time, I saw
forms running towards the barn. I told the girls but they were afraid
to go near it even with me. They headed for the house as I made my way
to the dock and my boat. The next day, the topic of our conversation
was about what I'd seen. I told them of my previous sighting and that
I'd even thought that one of the forms was that of Wendy's sister,
Susan. It became a big mystery. Eventually we became involved in
something else and dropped the subject. It wasn't long after that that
Judy had to go back to where she lived in the winter for some kind of
appointment. It meant that I would have an afternoon with Wendy alone.

I was excited about it but also apprehensive. I'd never had the
oportunity to talk with her one on one and I wasn't sure I'd be able
to. When I showed up I got there just as she was finishing her lunch.
We sat in the kitchen without saying much for what seemed like forever.
Finally she asked if I wanted to go swimming. From somewhere, I
summoned the courage to ask her to wear the light blue suit. I can
still picture the look I got from her as she pushed herself away from
the table and headed for her room. I was honestly surprised when she
appeared with it on. The only thing I can truly remember was that we
took the boat back to in front of my house and went swimming there
but I have absolutely no recollection as to why. In any case
we reprised the hand standing of the previous swimming episode,
complete with the unaided ejaculation as I stood there looking down
at the crotch of her almost transparent cotton panties. We never
did go ashore to my house. When we were finished we headed back to
Wendy's. When we got there we went directly to the the hammock. What's
always been a puzzlement for me is the fact that on this whole day we
hardly talked at all. Wendy climbed in the hammock and I pushed it back
and forth. It seemed like with each swing she'd open her legs just a
bit more. She had her eyes closed the whole while and, believe me, I
didn't. When it was time for me to go home for supper I told her I'd
be back.

This was to be my third evening visit. When I arrived she was with
Susan in the hammock. I pushed the hammock with the two of them in
it for awhile and then Susan's boy friend arrived. I knew him from the
luncheonette and, even though he was much older, he sat and chatted
with Wendy and I for quite a while. As soon as they left Wendy grabbed
my arm and started running for the barn. I had no idea why. Once inside
she said we had to climb up into the hay loft. We'd only done this once
before when a whole bunch of kids were there. There were two sides to
the loft but only a built in ladder to one side. To get over to the
other side you had to crawl across this wide plank. It was probably 15
or more feet to the ground so it was pretty scary crawling over. I was
still at a loss for why we were doing this although I must admit I was
having a wild fantasy. Once over on the west side Wendy explained. Ever
since I'd told her about seeing the forms running into the barn she'd
been watching for them. She'd seen them a few times herself and finally
deduced that it took place shortly after Susan and her boyfriend had
left. She was afraid to go out there alone but wanted desperately
to find out what was going on. Very shortly we did. There were
bales of straw stored on the side of the loft that we were hiding
in. We made like a low wall out of a few bales and then hid behind
them. By then it was almost dark and I knew I should be on my way
home. But, now there was no way that could happen. A few minutes after
getting settled we heard the horses moving about. They always did when
anybody came in the barn. Then we heard the sound of whispering voices.
and we saw Susan almost to the top of the ladder on the other side.
When we saw her, Wendy grabbed my arm and put it around her. She was
shaking. As soon as Susan had made her way into the loft her boyfriend
followed. By now all we could see was their outline. At first I could
make out Susan's white blouse. Then I couldn't...but I could see what
had to have been her bra. A few seconds later I could see her moving
about and the white of what had to be her panties. By now Wendy had
snuggled up into my arms and was sitting in front of me. We sat
that way for a long long time. What we heard was the sounds of two
people having sex. I had no clue as to just what they were actually
doing while having sex. Whenever my friends and I talked about the
idea of actually having sex, we NEVER actally got into the physical
part. We all acted like we knew but, in truth, we didn't. I'd be
willing to bet that by being in that loft that night I learned more
about it than they knew collectively. Even though Wendy and I never
realy saw more than outlines in the darkness, we had a pretty good idea
of what had taken place. We waited for a long time afer they had gone
before we came down. We never really said much then either, probably
because I knew I was going to get yelled at by my father. We went into
the house and found Wendy's mother asleep on the couch. I called home
to ask my father to come get me, telling him that the outboard motor
had broken down. It killed me to do that because I knew he'd take it to
get checked the next day and I'd have no way to get to Wendy's.

It was three days, I believe, before I was able to get back. Judy had
returned so my time alone with Wendy was over. It was a cloudy, drizzly
and cold late August day, not one which made it pleasant to be outside.
I went to pick up Judy first and after arriving at Wendy's we ended up
playing Monopoly with her younger sister. Later in the afternoon
Wendy's mother came in and told Nancy the she had to go shopping with
her for clothes for school. Alone in the house, I worked up the nerve
to ask if I could see Wendy's room. Without hesitation, she led us both
upstairs. As we walked into the room I spied a pair of panties lying on
the floor. Her bed was a double bed with a pink chenille spread on it.
Just as I saw the panties so did Wendy. She made a dive for them and
as she did I grabbed her around the waist. We both fell onto the bed. I
I tried to grab the panties from her and that's when Judy joined in.
She grabbed my one arm, holding me down while Wendy was able to squirm
away. As soon as she was free she grabbed my other arm and then the two
of them sat on me. All of a sudden I found my one arm above my head and
my wrist being bound to a bedpost with a belt. A few seconds later,
they got the other arm and did the same. I stopped fighting and waited
to see what was next. I still don't believe it was planned but.....
Wendy took the panties that had been on the floor and held them up in
front of my face. I don't remember what she said when she did it. Then
she got up on the bed and while standing over me proceeded to unbutton
her jeans and started to slide them down. I remember looking over at
Judy and saw she couldn't believe what she was seeing. As Wendy pulled
her jeans down below her butt I could feel my penis getting hard. She
couldn't pull them down any further without moving from the position
she was in. She then stepped back over me and quickly sat on he edge of
the bed, pulling her jeans completely off. Then she took her blouse off.
Judy, in the meantime, just stood and watched. As soon as she had her
blouse off she again got back up on the bed and stood directly over me.
I was looking right up at her crotch. The panties were white cotton but
there was nothing about them to make them stand out. I was also in some
pain because I had no way to realign my penis. She only stayed in
that position for a few seconds before climbing back down. I honestly
have no idea what, if anything, she said while this was taking place.
Then she went for my belt, undoing it. As she did she enlisted Judy to
help her. Within a few seconds I was lying there on her bed in just
my underpants. My penis was now freed to point almost straight up. I
remember the two of them giggling as they looked. Then Wendy touched
the end where the pre-cum had wet them. I thought I was going to come
right there. But they weren't through yet. Wendy continued to "probe"
and she tried to get Judy to do the same. I was excited, embarassed and
confused, all at the same time. Finally, one of Wendy's touches did
it and I watched as the cum squirted into my pants and then started
running down my penis onto my pubic hair. At that point I think I was
the most embarassed. I didn't look at either of the girls to see how
they reacted to it. I was too ashamed. It wasn't long after that when
Wendy got herself dressed and they released me. They both left as I was
pulling my jeans back up. All I wanted to do then was to leave. I was
on my way out the door of her room when I saw the panties that had
started the whole thing. I stopped and picked them up, putting them in
my pocket. Once downstairs, I headed out the door and for my boat.
Even though I'd picked Judy up at her house and brought her over,
there was no way I was going to be able to face her. For all intents
and purposes, that ended my summer with them.

THE NEXT SUMMER (Part 6b)

It only took a few days being around Wendy for me to have a big crush
on her. The funny thing was that Judy didn't seem to mind. We continued
to sail together on Sundays and she never mentioned it once. But I
seldom was alone with Wendy. Judy was always there. Whatever we did we
did together. One place we spent a lot of time at was a garden area
with a large hammock. All three of us could lie in it at once...and we
often did. Wendy was especially ticklish. I discovered it quite by
accident one day when we were trying to get out of the hammock. We
ended up falling out and into a pile. Somehow my hand was jammed into her
ribs and every time I'd move she'd laugh. Then, when I realized this, I
made a point of trying to tickle her. She was lying there on the ground
with me along side her tickling her and Judy doing the same on her
other side. I happened to glance down at her shorts and saw they were
wet. Not just a little...a lot wet! Another hard-on. There was no way
to hide it. I had on a pair of shorts and my rod was straight out. I
tried rolling onto my stomach but only ended up hurting myself. Judy
saw the whole thing and thought it was funny. Judy also made a point of
teasing Wendy that that she'd wet herself in front of me. Wendy ran inside
to change and Judy and I sat there, neither of us saying a word witing for
her to return. She didn't so I left to go home. I was excited that I'd
seen her in wet pants but sad that she didn't come back outside.

That whole month of August I spent the mornings working, the afternoons
with Wendy/Judy and most of the evenings with my friends from my own
neighborhood. On that night though, I just had to go back. The sight of
Wendy in wet clothes was just too much of a draw. Knowing what had
caused it made it even more enticing. But I had to promise my father
I'd be home by dark especially since I was travelling by boat and with
no running lights. The girls were surprised to see me and I was
surprised to see them with Wendy's two sisters. The older one, Susan,
was a year older than me and the other, Nancy, three years younger.
Susan, even though she didn't need to work, worked at a local
luncheonette. That was because she was dating the owner's son and her
job gave her the opportunity to be with him almost all day long. She
was a very pretty girl and the boys were intrigued by her. Other
than Jane H. (the "battleship" from school), she was the most physically
endowed girl I'd ever known. I always made a stop at the luncheonette
when I was downtown. :-) To be sitting so close to her and to be
talking with her was an unexpected treat. Plus, she wasn't wearing her
uniform from the luncheonette but wearing very tight white shorts. I'm
shaking my head remembering the sight. On that particular night she was
waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up. Wendy had been given the job
of looking after her younger sister. When Susan left we just sat around
and didn't do much of anything. It was just about dark and time for me
to leave when I saw someting in the shadows over by the barn. I pointed
it out to the girls and we sat there and looked for a few minutes. When
nothing happened I got up to leave. I took a few steps toward the dock
and turned to say a final "good-bye". Just as I did I saw the outline
of two people running into the barn. By the time I could say anything
the forms were gone. I could've sworn that one was wearing white
shorts. I said my "good-bye" and headed for home with that visage of
the forms disappearing into the barn wondering who it was and what they
were doing.

With each visit to Wendy's (we'd go there because Judy's house was very
small plus her siblings would never leave any of us alone) she seemed
to get more daring in a sexually teasing sort of way. For example, when
wearing jeans she'd not wear a belt, thus exposing the top or elastic
of her panties (my first "down pants"). Or, when sitting on the grass in
in shorts she'd often sit with her legs up and spread just enough to get
a peek at her panties. I ALWAYS had a partial hard-on when around her.
One afternoon we decided to go swimming. I'd been all over her in the
hammock (just horseplay...nothing more) and was quite worked up. Judy
didn't have her suit with her and didn't want to go home to get it so
Wendy offered her one of hers. I didn't have mine either so decided
to just swim in my shorts. When Wendy came out she had on a light blue suit with a  tiny little skirt around the bottom. I didn't
think much about it at the time. The tide was low so we decided to go
out aways in my boat to deeper water, using it as a place to dive off
of. I was the first in and waited for the others to follow. As soon as
Wendy jumped in I dove under water to try and surprise her. As I caught
up with her I thought I saw white under her skirt as she swam for the
surface. I didn't have to wait long to find out though.

It was difficult for the girls to climb back in the boat. Wendy tried,
getting stuck halfway in. That left her butt just out of the water and
me, right there, looking at it. SHE WAS WEARING COTTON PANTIES!. They
weren't the heavy cotton like the Carter's that Judy wore. They were
much lighter, and, being wet, almost transparent. Up to that point in
my life I'd never seen a naked girl/woman but that was as close as I'd
ever been. Not only a hard-on but also an involuntary ejaculation. I
probably drank a quart of sea water over the next few minutes. I just
couldn't believe my eyes but I kept seeing the same thing every time
Wendy would get back in the boat. After a while we headed for shore.
Instead of going back to the dock, the girls wanted to go to the beach
so they could sun themselves. To me, that was boring, but not this
time. They laid out their towels on the sand and then Judy lay down on
her back. I stood over by the boat just praying that Wendy would lie on
hers as well. She did....and to enhance it proceeded to pull that little
skirt up to expose just a bit of her panties. She got it up far enough
that I could see the darkness of her pubic hair (although, in my ignorance
of the female anatomy, I didn't know that's what it was called) through the
almost transparent cotton. Another hard-on. Now this is where I first became
aware of the fact that they, especially Wendy, knew what it took for me
to get a hard-on. As I stood there desperately trying to hide it, I saw
Wendy peeking at me and giggling. I was so embarassed that I actually
wanted to jump into the boat and leave. I started to push the boat into
the water but Wendy jumped up and pleaded with me not to go. Then Judy
joined her and started splashing water on me. The next thing I knew we
were all back in the water again. The tide had come in and we were in
water about waist (theirs) high. I don't know what precipitated it but,
for some reason I dove under water and stood on my hands until my
breath gave out. When I came up I dared the girls to try it. Judy tried
a few times but kept flopping over. Then, when Wendy tried it, I got
another incredible view. Upside down, her little skirt was around her
waist. The only thing I saw were these transparent panties clinging
tightly to her crotch. It was the first time I'd ever seen that much of
a female...and I liked it! When she came back up I tried to get her to
do it again but she wouldn't. She said she was getting cold and it was
getting late.

To be continued...

THE NEXT SUMMER (Part 6a)

That following summer was to turn out to be the most exciting of my
young life. A whole cadre of new people were about to become a part of
it.

The neighborhood was known as a Bungalow Community. The majority of the
homes were just for summer use and were only occupied during that time.
It was located on the shore of a small tidal bay which was connected,
indirectly, with the ocean. There were a number of these bungalow
communities located along the shore. Ours was split into two parts, the
East and West. This split was arbitrary and not of a technical nature.
I, and the friends I've discussed prevoiusly, lived on the West end. I
knew the others on the East end due to my paper route. However, I
seldom spent time with them. My father had taught me how to sail over
the past few summers. He felt that I should now learn how to race and
enrolled me at a local sailing club. There were four kids from the East
end who were also enrolled but none of my friends from the West end.
Between the five of us we had four boats and would take them down to
the club for our lessons. At the club we found about 20 others and
another 10 or so boats. There weren't enough instructors to have one on
each boat so, they picked partners for each of us with a boat. Mine
ended up being a girl, Judy R. who was a year younger than me. There
was only one word to describe Judy. Cute. She wasn't pretty and she
didn't have a great figure but she was fun to be with.
She had a bubbly personality and a twinkle in her eye. We
hit it off right from the start. The first week was taken up with
learning the basic elements of racing with the majority of it being
done on the beach. The following week we started competitive racing.
Judy and I were above average and finished in the top of the fleet,
and, we had fun. Now, during that whole first month Judy had been
driven to the club by her mother and dropped off and picked up by her.
I had never even met her mother because I'd end up sailing or towing my
boat back home. At the end of July we all were "promoted" and
encouraged to compete against the older and more experienced sailors.
The first Sunday we were to do this came up stormy. My parents were
away for the weekend and my grandparents were staying with me. My
grandfather, seeing the stormy conditions, decided it best that I not
sail. I was heartbroken but called Judy and told her. I had the use of
my father's rowboat with an outboard motor on it and decided to go down
to the club to watch the races. Once there, I got all caught up in the
excitement of my fellow sailors preparing for thier first big race.
Judy had been driven there by her mother. One thing led to another and
with the encouragement of some of the instructors, I grabbed Judy and we
took off in my boat to go and get the sailboat. Luck was with me
because, when I got home, I found my grandparents asleep. I got my best
friend to tow the sailboat while Judy and I put the sails on and did
the rest of the preparations necessary. We were both in our regular
clothes and not bathing suits but we didn't care. The rest of the club
was patiently waiting for us to return and, as soon as we got there, we
started racing. It was windy, but not so that we couldn't handle the
boat. In fact, we ended up finishing second. (It still stands out in my
memory because we beat all but one of the very top sailors in the club
in our very first race against them) But, we did get very wet. There
was no sun because of the storm and by the time we got back home we
were both shivering from being cold. By then my grandparents had awoken
from their naps and hadn't really missed me. However, they were quite
upset when they found I'd gone against their wishes. Judy called her mother
to tell her where she was and to bring dry clothes. The houses built in
the 30's all mostly had exterior changing rooms built into the exterior of
of the structure. This was done to keep the wet and sandy clothes from
coming into the house. My grandmother got Judy a bathrobe and told her to
strip out of her wet things and then to come inside and take a warm
shower. I took my turn in the shower after she did
but, just knowing she was naked under the bathrobe was a
big turn on for me and meant that I had a big hard-on as well. When I
stepped into the shower, that excitement was heightened by what I found
on the floor. Judy's panties! A par of the Carter's "Spanky Pants",
size 14. She'd obviously worn them under the bathrobe
when she'd undressed and then stripped out of them in the shower.
I had no choice but to masturbate. :-) I decided not to
say anything about them and hid them on the floor of the linen closet
to be retrieved later.

This whole incident made me aware of Judy in a totally different
context. The next day I took my father's rowboat and headed down the
bay in search of Judy's house. She also lived in a bungalow community,
much like mine only smaller. I pulled the boat up on the beach in front
of her house and walked around to the back. Once there I was greeted by
a clothes line with even more panties on it than I'd seen in Florida at
Barney's. There were well over two dozen and they were all the same. All
Carter's "Spanky Pants", but in about four different sizes. I was fully
versed in the Carter's from all those years of looking at MJ's. But
this was spectacular. Instant hard-on!. Not the poition I wanted to be
in as I made my first visit to Judy's house.

Judy was the oldest of four. She had a brother a year or so younger and
two sisters. The other girls were probably 8 and 10 at that time. The
intersting thing was that the mother also wore the exact same kind of
panties as the girls. I eventually found out that she wore the size 16.
In any case, as luck would have it, Judy wasn't home but was
across the creek visiting her best friend. I was given instructions on
how to get there and took off in that direction. What I found when I
got there was Judy and her friend sunbathing in their underwear.

Judy's friend, Wendy S., was the middle of three girls. Her father was
one of the more sucessful businessmen in the (year round) community and
she lived in a beautiful house on an estate with horses and a lot of
other nice things. I did know her but not that well. This was the first
time I'd ever been there and had no idea where I was going when looking
for them. It just so happened that when I arrived Wendy's mother had
just left with the other girls and Judy and Wendy had decided to semi
strip on the south facing patio and to get some sun. This patio was
enclosed by a privacy fence and the only access was through the house.
But, if you stepped up to the fence you could see through to a small
area. I got lucky. I saw the girls lying face down on chaise lounges
in just their panties. Instant hard-on! I finally walked
away to get control and once did, called out to let them know someone
was around. After a minute or two, they both appeared, fully dressed. I
spent the afternoon with them and had a good time. It was the first of
many afternoons spent at Wendy's that August.

To be continued...

MORE STILL CONTINUING ON (Part 5e)

We always went to church on Sunday and since Anne was of the same
religion, my mother had offered to take her with us. Because of what
had happened the night before Anne didn't want to go but her father
said she should. She was waiting by our car when we got there. I said
"Hi" but got no response. She did speak with my mother though. When
the service was over my mother asked what was wrong between us. I
just shrugged my shoulders because I just didn't understand why what
I'd seen was so bad. So, my mother went and talked with Anne. She knew
that Anne was leaving the next day so took it upon herself to try and
"repair" whatever it was that had gone wrong. Anne wouldn't
specifically tell her but did agree that since it was her last full
day that she should make the most of it. As in the past, a trip to
Jacksonville Beach and the amusements would fix everything up.

It took a while but Anne finally "warmed up" to me and we had a good
time. My brother and I loved the "Auto Dodgem" but Anne had never been
willing to try. We finally got her into a car and she did have a lot
of fun. My mother was forever coming up with ideas for things to do.
One of the fun things that was available at the Hotel where we first
stayed were paddle boats. She suggested we go have a nice lunch at the
hotel and then ride in the boats. At lunch my mother was able to draw
Anne out and found that her birthday was at the end of the week. She
decreed that the lunch was a "birthday lunch" and asked the head waiter
if he could come up with something for a birthday cake. A few minutes
later he appeared with a small cake complete with candles. Anne was
really surprised and happy. We ended up renting the paddle boats and
ended up having races in them. It was a LOT of fun! However, there was
one very scary part. We saw an alligator go from land into the water.
Anne was screaming that it was going to get her. I wasn't happy about
the alligator but I pretty much felt that we were safe while in the
boats. It took a few minutes to calm Anne down but that was the end of
our paddleboat fun. The hardest part with the paddle boats was getting
in and getting out. My brother fell when getting out and got completely
soaked. My mother "suggested" that I assist Anne in getting out of her
boat and I was happy to. I was on the shore and put my hand out
for Anne to grab it so I could pull her up and out. It didn't work the
first time. On the second try Anne ended up spreading her legs as she
tried to push herself up off the seat. There was no way for me not to
see that yellow tinge to her crotch. I was able to get her up and out
without falling but, even though my "peek" was but for a brief few
seconds I had another "bulge" to deal with and this time my mother
was right there. I "survived" with only a wet spot on the front of my
pants and I explained it away saying I'd put my hand in the water and
it got onto my pants.

That night Anne and I ate alone, without my brother. My mother
was very helpful that way. We were both very quiet, not
wanting to acknowlege the inevitable. Selfishly I was hoping for
one last look at Anne in her panties but couldn't come up with
a plausible idea. The one thought that kept going through my mind
had to do with the panties she'd wet in while we were in the
paddleboats. I wondered what she'd done with them and where she
was going to put them for the trip home. We sat in the sun room
after we finished. We were still there when Anne's father
returned from visiting her mother in the hospital. He hadn't
eaten and, as luck would have it, my parents were headed for
the dining room at that time. My parents invited him to join
them and as he left us he told Anne that she needed to get all
her things packed. As soon as he left Anne grabbed my hand and
pulled me up. She didn't say anything but as soon as we were
outside I knew she was headed for her room. It was obvious that
she'd started packing as clothes were piled on the the extra bed.
Naturally, my eyes started searching for her panties. The was an
open suitcase that appeared to be almost full sitting on the desk.
I asked where all the rest were going to go. She laughed and said
there was another bag in the closet and asked me to get it. The
answer to my question as to where the panties she'd wet earlier
were was answered as soon as I stepped in the closet. As soon as I
picked up the bag I saw them all lumped up on the floor. My first
reaction was to pick them up but, I didn't. We didn't talk much
as Anne went about filling the bag. After a while she excused
herself and went into the bathroom. I immediately ducked into the
closet and picked the panties up. They were damp and cool. There
was no light in the closet and as much as I wanted to look at them
closely I didn't dare take them out into the room. Before I could
decide what to do I heard the toilet flush. I guess a "normal"
person would've dropped them back on the floor. I didn't. I stuffed
them into one of my pockets. I barely made it back into the room
before Anne. The magnitude of what I'd done didn't hit me right
away. It was when I could feel the wetness against my upper thigh.
I went into a "silent" panic. I could feel myself blushing and
getting "warm". I knew I had to get out of there before the wetness
showed through on the front of my pants. I told Anne that it was
probably a good idea for me to leave before her father got back.
She disagreed but I insisted. I told her I'd come back after I saw
her father come back and headed for my room. I was hoping my
brother wasn't there but he was. I didn't know what to do at first
but went into the bathroom and splashed water on the front of
myself. I came out and got dry clothes on and headed back to the sun
room to await Anne's father. I should've checked in the dining room.
I don't know how long I waited but he didn't come out. I thought
about going down to Anne's room but didn't. When it got to 11pm I
knew it was too late.

I never got to say a "one on one" goodbye to Anne. We wrote each
other and she said they'd left before 7am. We continued to write,
a lot at first, right up to when I left for college. I did have
that one pair of her panties that I left in their soiled state.
But, somewhere down the line, they got lost. I've no idea how or
where. The only explanation for it was that, for some reason,
I'd never put them in with my "stash" and possibly my mother
found them and threw them away. That was a shame because they
were the only "Sherman" panties I ever saw or had. BTW: I did
find out that they were made in Canada.

Now, back to the main story line...

STILL CONTINUING ON (Part 5d)

Neither of us had a watch and we were surprised to hear a voice
calling us. It was her father. I'd had the good sense to tell
my mother where we were going when we'd finished studying. When
Anne's father returned and didn't find her in her room he went
looking for my parents. They told him where we were. We were
sitting yoga style when he showed up on the seawall. He didn't
appear to be mad but called for Anne to go with him. When I got
to my room and saw it was almost 11pm I fully expected to get
scolded but nothing happened. I was both surprised and happy.
It didn't last long.

The next morning Anne ate with her father just as she'd done
since his return. They finished before my brother and I did so
when we went outside they were sitting at a patio table talking.
Since it was Saturday that meant we didn't have a study session
and our time was free. I pointed towards the beach as I walked
by. They had these sun shelters placed all across the front with
Adirondack chairs under them. I went to the one closest to the
stairs so I'd be sure to see Anne when she arrived. Time just
crawled by. Finally she showed up and I could see she'd been
crying. She was so small that the chair just swallowed her up.
She chose one almost directly in front of me. She didn't say
anything and I, recognizing she was upset, kept quiet as well.
I just sat and watched her and in the process got quite a view.
Her legs weren't long enough for her to get comfortable in the
chair so she finally gave up and pulled her knees up under her
chin. She was looking out at the ocean as she did this and was
paying no attention to me. Thank goodness! I was less than six
feet away from her and I had a totally unencumbered view of her
crotch. I recognized the panties as being the same as I'd seen
in her room. I'm guessing here but it was probably a good 3 or 4
minutes before she turned towards me. I quickly looked away and,
to make sure she hadn't noticed what I'd been doing, started
talking. She didn't appear to be interested so I then asked if
she wanted to go for a walk along the beach. That caught her
fancy and I ran to tell my mother. She, in turn, suggested that
we walk down to the cabana club for lunch. I liked that idea and
so did Anne. It was early so we were in no rush. I'd heard my
father say it was 3 1/2 miles so we had a ways to go. We'd been
walking for a few minutes when Anne broke the news that she'd be
leaving on Monday. We both stopped right where we were and Anne
started crying. I didn't know what to do. When I'd taken her hand
previous day it'd been the first time. So, not knowing what to do
I just stood there. When she regained control she told me that as
soon as her mother was released from the hospital they were going
back home. Monday was the day. As unhappy as Anne was I was
equally unhappy. It wasn't that I was losing a "playmate" and
it had nothing to do with my having peeks at her panties. I'd
grown to like her as a person.

We probably stood there for a half hour. Maybe more. We decided
that we were just going to have fun the rest of the time she was
there and headed for the cabana club. It was soon after we started
that we realized we should've worn or brought our bathing suits.
We then started collecting shells. Anne decided she wanted to take
as many back with her as possible. I ended up stuffing my pockets
full and then Anne picked up the hem of her dress and made a
"pocket" to put the excess in. I couldn't believe my eyes as I
could see her crotch. She was totally oblivious of the fact that
she was giving me such a view. I certainly wasn't complaining. A
little further on I found a small box and we transferred the shells
from her dress to the box. At that point we could see the cabana
club up ahead. Anne asked how long it would take to get there and
I made a wild guess that it would take a half hour. Anne kind of
wrinkled her nose upon hearing that but didn't say anything. She
started walking faster and wasn't looking for shells any more. I
just followed along. As we continued walking I saw a whole pile of
shells and brought them to her attention. At first she wasn't
interested but then changed her mind and turned around. She went
down on her haunches and started going through them. I was just
standing there holding the box as she added to her collection.
When she stood up she took a few "funny steps". I knew from my
own experience that it was sometimes hard to get moving after
being in that position. But... as we started walking away I
noticed something. The sand where she'd been squatting was a
different color. At first I didn't think it was possible but
the more I thought about it the more I believed it had happened.
My pants pockets were already stuffed with shells so the bulge
in the middle of my pants wasn't as noticable. What I was thinking
was that somehow, some way, I had to confirm that she'd actually
wet her pants.

Once at the club we asked for a table facing the water. My mother
had given me our guest pass so after the head waiter checked it out
we were seated. The chairs were the canvas backed folding chair
type. When Anne first saw that she hesitated before sitting. I was
VERY happy she'd decided to be seated. When we finished I was going
to call my father to come pick us up. But, I knew if I left her
alone while I called that she'd probably get up and I'd not get the
chance to check the seat out. What to do... I knew that I had to use
the bathroom by then and since she "supposedly" hadn't either I
suggested that we free up the table and use the restrooms. To make
it harder for her to refuse I played the perfect gentlman and went
to hold her chair for her. She tried to hold off in getting up but
the waiter came over and started clearing the table. I told her it
was time to go and she, reluctantly, got up. Bulls eye! The spot on
the blue canvas was almost side to side. I tried my best to hold in
my "excitement" but I couldn't. As she smoothed her skirt down
(she'd managed to pull it out from under her so it hadn't gotten
wet) I kept staring at the spot. It was unbelievable.

There was no way for my mother to get Anne's bathing suit to bring
it to the club so we had to go back to the motel/hotel. My father
wanted us to hurry because he had to take my mother somewhere so
there wasn't time for the shells. We left them in the car and then
spent an enjoyable afternoon swimming. I spent a lot of time trying
to figure a way to bring the subject of wet pants up in a
converstion but I couldn't come up with anything.

It was after we'd had dinner that we finally got back to Anne's
shells. I got the keys to my father's car and we took them back
to Anne's room. They were all sandy and we agreed that we needed
to wash them off. Without thinking I just walked into her bathroom
with the box. I sat it down on the toilet seat cover and Anne came
running in, all upset. She didn't want me in the bathroom. I was
puzzled because she'd had no problem with me coming into her room.
What was so special about her bathroom? As I turned to look at her
I got the answer. There, hanging on the doorknob, was a pair of
her panties with a nice yellow hue to them. Seeing them, I
hesitated. Anne, seeing that I'd discovered them, turned and ran
to her bed. She flopped on it and pulled the pillow over her head
and started screaming "Leave! Leave! Leave!..." I went from being
unbelievably excited to totally confused. I stood there for a minute
and then slowly walked away. I stood outside for a long time not
understanding how my seeing a pair of wet panties could make her so
upset.

CONTINUING ON (Part 5c)

The next day I was surprised to see Anne's father there. When Anne
and I had our study session I asked about it and she said that her
mother had gotten "sick" again and her father came back to care for
her. With what my mother had told me I pretty much knew what her
sickness was. Anne seemed to be more like the girl I'd spent the
previous week with and I looked forward to being with her some more.
We were only half way through the session when her father stopped
by to say that he was taking her mother to the doctor and that he'd
be back sometime that afternoon. It was raining when we finished up
so that meant we wouldn't be going to the pool. Anne said she'd go
and change into shorts and be right back. Even though I knew her
mother didn't want me down there I decided I'd give her a few
minutes and then go get her so we could eat lunch. After all,
neither of her parents were there so I went into the foyer (mine
and my parents rooms were the same as Anne's and her parents but
on the exact opposite side of the courtyard) and was surprised
to see her door open. I stood and watched as she, in her
panties and camisole (she wasn't big enough on top for a
a bra), put on her blouse and buttoned it up. By then my "bulge"
had become a problem so I didn't dare say anything to let her
know I was there. As quietly as I could I made my way back to
to the courtyard, hoping my bulge would go away.

That night I had a wet dream about what I'd seen. I was hoping that
Anne would show up for a round of "Daredevil Dugan" but she didn't.
When my brother and I went in for breakfast Anne was there eating
with her father. They came by our table when they'd finished and her
father asked if I'd "look after her" while he was off visiting with
her mother (who'd been admitted to the hospital). Of couse I said
I would but, in my wildest dreams I'm sure I couldn't come up with
anything like what happened that day.

When I finished my breakfast I decided to go and get Anne for our
study session. This time I knocked on the foyer door. Anne answered
but didn't want to let me in her room. I was usually very polite
and anything but "pushy". For some reason I pressed the issue and
told her if it was OK for her to come into my room it should be OK
for me to ome into hers. She protested but I walked on by her and
into her room. Because it was early the maids hadn't made the bed
up yet. Anne ran around me and tried to pull the bedspread up and
over the sheets but it got caught on the end of the bed. I don't
know if I would've paid any attention to her bed if she hadn't done
that but I did. There was a big wet spot right in the middle. As
interested as I was in panties and wetting at that time I was
totally unaware of bedwetting. I mean I didn't and my brother
didn't and it had never come up in any conversation so I was
ignorant about the subject. In any case, Anne was beside herself.
She started crying while yelling at me to get out of her room.
Of course I did and as I walked back to my room the significance
of what I'd just seen hit me. The problem was if she was going to
be so upset with me that she wouldn't have anything to do with me.

As excited as I was about what I'd just seen I was also aware of
the fact that I'd been wrong for going into her room. I wanted
to apologize but didn't know how to approach her. She'd taken a
liking to my mother and I got the idea to get my mother involved.
I didn't tell her exactly what I'd done but told her Anne was mad
at me and I needed her help. She came up with the idea to invite
her to go Jacksonville Beach to visit the amusements there. She
made the call and got a positive response. My mother said it would
be best to go right away so that we'd be back in time for the pool.
When Anne showed up at the car she was still wearing the same dress
she'd worn for breakfast. I didn't think much about it at the time
as I was so nervous about how she'd react with me. As it turned out
it wasn't an issue... then.

Over the next few hours I got more peeks at her panties than I
could've dreamed of. She was having fun and seemed to ignore the
fact that she was giving me those "peeks". We ended up having
snacks on the boardwalk for our lunch and when we got back we
changed immediately and headed for the pool. It was when we were
there that I finally had time to think of the ramifications of
what I'd seen at her room. I wondered what she wore to bed and
had wet in. I wondered how often she did it. I even wondered what
the maids thought about having to change wet sheets. But there
was no way to ask about any of it... or so I thought. We were
lying on the grass on our towels when I saw this woman get out
of the pool. From the angle I was at it looked like she was
peeing. Anne saw me staring and asked what was so interesting.
At first I wasn't going to say anything but I just blurted out
that I thought this woman was peeing in her bathing suit. Anne
turned to look and I was truly shocked when I heard her say
that she'd done that. I pretty much knew that it was pool water
that we'd seen so I was confused by Anne's comment. I asked what
she'd done. She answered that she'd "tinkled in her suit". I sat
up and said something like "You're kidding!" She said that she
really had to go one time while in a pool but knew she wasn't
supposed to so she got out and "tinkled" along side it. I asked
if anybody saw her and she said she didn't know. It seemed to me
that it really wasn't that big a deal to her. Taking a big chance
I asked if she'd ever wet her pants. I didn't come right out and
ask it that way. I, more or less, hinted about it but it was
obvious that she knew what I was hinting about. She told me about
a few times when she was much younger but it gave me the
opportunity to give some examples of my own about observing
older girls. She was a bit reluctant to go on but when I didn't
pressure her she told about how she'd been on a train the
previous summer and when she went to use the toilet it was
occupied. There was only one toilet for each car of the train
and she just had to stand there and "tinkle". Thank goodness
I was lying on my stomach!. I was hurting but I surely didn't
want to embarass myself so I just lay there.

When we got back to the motel/hotel there was a message from her
father that he'd be back around 10pm. We each went and changed
for dinner and then ate. When we were done we were supposed to
make up for our missed study session from the morning. My mother
decided that since it was evening and she wasn't going to be in
her room it would be best if we did it in the Sun Room. We were
about half way through when Anne realized she hadn't brought one
of the books she needed. By then it was dark so I offered to walk
back with her. I fully expected that I would wait out in the
foyer but she surprised me and invited me in. After the morning
episode I thought there was no chance of ever getting in her room.
But there I was. AND... there on the end of her bed was a pile of
clean clothes fresh from the laundry. While Anne went through her
books I was frantically scanning the different piles looking for
her panties. When she turned back towards me I had to stop and
was afraid I'd missed my chance. But it was my lucky day. Anne
decided that she'd go to the bathroom while there. As soon as
the door shut I was going through the different piles. I found
them under her shorts. And there were plenty of them. I didn't
have time to count them because I was more interested in looking
for the label to see who made them. As I'd mentioned before they
were different than ones I was familiar with. The tag read
"Sherman", size 12 and they were definitely thicker than any I'd
felt before. The Carter's were heavy and as I found out much
later were made of "ribbed cotton" but these were different.
The one I had in my hand were much softer. I barely got
them covered back up when Anne opened the door. I had a bulge
but it wasn't all that bad.

Anne knew she should be in her room and in bed when her father
got back but when we finished there was still time for a walk on
the seawall. I think this was the first time that I'd actually
held her hand. When we got down to where mine and my parents
rooms were located she came up with the idea of doing a
"Daredevil Dugan". She broke free of my hand and went running
off the end of the wall. I followed right behind her. There
was a security light at the end of the building that gave
enough light to see pretty well. When she landed she rolled
over on her back. I landed right beside her and in the position
she was in I got another up close and personal look at those
panties. We lay there for a few seconds not saying anything.
Anne rolled over and sat on her legs to face me. I didn't hear
her at first because she was whispering. It took a few seconds
to realize that she was asking me if I was shocked that she
was a "bedwetter". I didn't know what to say. As I mentioned
I was totally ignorant about bedwetting. When I didn't answer
she assumed that I was upset. Then she started in telling me
EVERYTHING... from when she started right up to the present.
The short story was that when she was about six her mother
had tried to commit suicide and Anne blamed herself for it.
The bedwetting started then. It got a bit better when her mother
seemed to be "normal" again. Then her mother started drinking
heavily and the bedwetting picked up again. She then told me
that she knew her mother was an alcoholic but had thougt she
was "cured" when she'd gotten out of the hospital before
Christmas. Her bedwetting improved right up to when her father
left to go back to Rochester and her mother started drinking
again... and... Anne's bedwetting returned.

To be continued...