RITES OF PASSAGE (Part 7i)

There were other things going on in my life at school during this
school year. I, and a group of my friends, had been on the fringe of
trouble throughout the year. Nothing major but just mischief. My
grades were already bad and my parents were very concerned. In May
we (my friends and I) "pushed the envelope" one time too many and
ended up in real trouble. They were suspended from the baseball team
(I'd already been removed for poor grades) and put on detention until
the end of the year. To my parents, that was the last straw. They
decided that it would be best for me to be sent to Prep (boarding)
School. My mother was convinced I was "girl crazy" and wanted that
influence removed. I was unaware of their plans until just before the
end of school. Naturally, I was devastated. The first person I told
was MJ. Even though we'd not seen each other as much as in the past,
we still used the phone. We'd continued to share trials and victories,
using each other to get us through. It was natural for her to be the
first to know even though I was still very much involved with Penny,
MJ's relationship with her boyfriend was at a critical point. Because
exams had started and the regular schedule for school was suspended
we agreed to meet and ride home together. The first discussion was
my leaving school. But the second was that MJ was being pressured by
her boyfriend to have sex. She looked to me for advice. Well, at that
time in my life I could "talk the talk" but I certainly couldn't "walk
the walk". I didn't know what to say to her about it except that she
had to make the decision. I'll admit that I was excited hearing about
it from someone I knew who was that close to actually doing the deed.
But, because of my sincere concern for her, I told her if she wasn't
comfortable about it then maybe it wasn't a good idea. We agreed to
meet one more time before the last exam. By that time she'd told her
boyfriend "no" and he dumped her on the spot. She was as devastated
about that as I was about leaving the school. We rode home on the bus
together and ended up at her apartment. Once there, there were a lot
of tears and a lot of hugging and holding of hands. I'd probably
not touched her as much in all the years I'd known her. There were
all the usual empty promises of writing and getting back together
and all that. But I think we both knew it was really the end of our
friendship/relationship.

Normally we would have left the city for "home" after my last exam.
However, my mother was still having some health problems and it was
decided to wait a few days. My father, knowing my disappointment, got
tickets to a Brooklyn Dodger baseball game for me and my brother. At
16, he felt I was old enough to go by myself and old enough to look
after my brother. On game day he ended up being sick with a fever.
My father asked if I knew someone to go with. Normally it would've
been my best friend Russ. For some reason I thought of MJ. She was
delighted. It was just what she needed what with the loss of her
boyfriend and me. We rode the subway to the game and had a good time.
It was over fairly quickly and since it was only mid-afternoon and
a beautiful day, we decided to walk. The zoo was only minutes away
from Ebbet's Field and we'd walked both to and from it many times
together. It was on this walk that we got nostalgic. We talked of the
many things we'd done and learned together. As we neared the lake we
decided to stop for a while. We reminisced about the picnics we'd
shared there and a lot of the other things we'd done while in the park.
Finally she said we'd better get going because she had to go to the
bathroom. It was probably a half hour walk to my apartment from there.
The only public facilities were at the zoo and Botonical gardens, which
were probably 20 minutes away. Today, with many years of observational
experience, I would've noticed just how how badly she really had to go.
But, right then I didn't and, because of our close relationship, wasn't
thinking in that vein. As we approached the tunnel where we had shared
that wetting incident when we were children, MJ started laughing. I
didn't know why and, after a few seconds, she reminded me of it. Then
she said something like "let's do it again". I was so suprised at
hearing that that I don't think I responded. I remember her grabbing
my hand and pulling me towards the tunnel. By then it was obvious
that she had a problem because she was bouncing on the balls of her
feet. I was reluctant even though the temptation was great. Finally
she pulled me over to the side by some shrubs next to the hill to the
roadway. We were both wearing shorts and I was afraid of what people
would say if I did. By now she was pleading with me and, looking
around to see if anyone was nearby, I finally let a squirt go into my
my pants. She was squatting and as I looked down could see a puddle
forming under her. I didn't go any more but the little I'd released
was very visable. When she arose it wasn't that noticable on her
front but her backside was soaked. In spite of it she was laughing.
I eventually joined her and we stood there laughing at each other.
Then it was time to face reality and the rest of the trip home. We
decided it would be best to run because with our legs pumping it
would be harder for people to see as we'd be going past them faster
anyway. I had MJ go first so I'd be right behind her to block out her
wet bottom. It didn't take long to get to my place but my wet spot was
still showing. We decided to go on to her apartment because her Aunt
wouldn't be home yet and she could change without her knowing. Plus,
it'd give my pants more time to dry. We started laughing again when
we got in the elevator. When we got inside the apartment she sort
of grabbed me and hugged me. I didn't respond right away because our
relationship had never been one for hugs and the like. Then I realized
that she was doing it as more of a "good bye" than anything else so I
put my arms around her. Finally she headed for her room. I heard her
call me and I followed the sound to the doorway. There she was in just
her bra and panties (and wet ones to boot) and even though I've said
I had no sexual feelings towards her, I coudn't help myself in this
situation. Up to now I've not described her but here she was, an
attractive 16 year old brunette with nice curves standing there like
that. She started walking towards me and I towards her. By the time we
met my hard-on was in "ready" position. She was only about 5'4" and I
was a full 6'1" by that time. Our meeting was awkward at best because
of where my bulge met her anatomy. We managed to get our arms around
each other and as we stood there I felt her reach for one of my hands.
I let her take it and she placed it ever so gently between her legs. I
didn't know what to do! Even in my wildest fantasies I'd never even
dreamed of being able to touch a girl down "there". I just stood
motionless. She started swaying her hips trying to get some motion from
my fingers. (I figured this out MUCH later) But I was clueless and
after a minute she drew away and headed for the bathroom. I looked
down at my pants and they were wetter than before. I'd come and hadn't
even noticed. I was in such a state of shock I may have never even
taken a breath the whole time. By then it was getting late and I knew
from experience her Aunt was due home soon. I drifted back to the
living room wondering how I was going to explain the big wet spot on
the front of my shorts. It wasn't long before MJ was back. I told her
I had to go. Almost immediately she started crying. I guess it was
because I was now more concerned about my wet spot that I didn't get
caught up in her tears. I was uncomfortable just standing there and
told her again I had to go. Just as I was about to walk out the door
she told me to wait and ran back down the hall. She returned in
seconds and held out her hand to me. Balled up inside were the wet
panties she'd been wearing that day. They were the last pair of nylon
panties that I'd bought her. I still have them and I've never washed
them out. It's basically the only thing, other than memories, I still
have of hers.

To be continued...

THE RITES OF PASSAGE (Part 7h)

It wasn't long after my return to school that it became painfully
clear that I (as well as my brother) was hopelessly behind, the
"lessons" that I'd done while in Florida notwithstanding. A meeting
between the school administration and my parents determined that I
would have to be tutored the rest of the year if there was any
chance of being promoted. This meant I was off the baseball team and
other after school activities. Even though I'd had a good time while
away I began to wonder if it had been worth it.

Right after returning, the other new girl to the class, Fran G., had
a party. Basically she invited the other seven girls in the class
and then boys she and her friend Ann felt would match up, if not
already matched. In my case it was Jane T. My best friend Russ wasn't
invited because he was going steady with Joan, a 9th grader. There
were a couple of my friends there but none as close as Russ. Fran's
house had a large finished basement, a rarity for the time. The party
started out more like a childrens birthday party with silly games. One
was a take off on musical chairs. The difference was that each boy
had a girl partner and they were tied to each other with a piece of
clothesline around their waists. In all cases it was the girl in front
of the boy with each facing the same direction. I, of course, was
paired with Jane. I was NOT happy about that. Like I said, she was nice
enough but I just didn't like the idea of being "chased". The idea of
the game was that the "partners" were to work and walk/run in tandem,
dropping into a chair when the music stopped. We managed to survive
the first two or so rounds. Then it happened. I misjudged where we
were in relation to a chair. My butt bounced off the edge and we fell
to the floor. Now, to help guide Jane, I'd had my hands on her waist.
As a natural reaction to falling, I tried to get my hands behind me to
cushion the fall. But what happened was totally unplanned. As I
started down Jane was on top of me but fell to the side. As I moved my
hands and as we hit the floor they ended up on her breasts. It was only
for a second or two but I remember how soft they felt. My only contact
with a girls breasts prior to that was a casual brush by when playing
in the hammock with Wendy or basketball with Joan. This was a full
cupping...and squeezing of both. A totally different feel. We struggled
to get up and, in retrospect, I almost wish I'd been on the sidelines
watching us. From what I was told Jane's panties were well exposed
as we fought to regain our feet. Fran's parents weren't home which was
a surprise, especially when you realize that this took place in the
the early 50's. As the party wore on, those who were couples drifted
upstairs to the living room. Fran had most lights out and those that
were interested were making out on the sofa and easy chairs. She'd also
moved the dining room table so that anyone interested in dancing could.
This was pre rock-n-roll so the music was soft and danceable. Jane had
persuaded me to come upstairs and to dance for a while. I didn't hold
her close even though she wanted me too. I was still resisting. When
that didn't work she said she wanted to sit for a while. The only
place to sit was a big overstuffed chair. I offered it to her but she
insisted I sit in it and she said she'd sit on the arm. Not for long!
The first thing I knew she was in my lap, telling me it was too
uncomfortable on the arm. The next thing I knew she had one of my hands
and was placing it on one of her breasts. Well, even though there was
no attraction for her, the idea of my hand being placed on a girl's
breast, and by the girl herself, was too much for my libido. I could
feel the bulge but the problem was that there was no room for expansion
with Jane sitting the way she was. It hurt like hell. I had to push her
up to try and rearrange myself. I tried to be discrete about it but
I'm sure she figured out what the problem was. When she sat back down
she sort of nestled herself into my lap much like a bird in a nest with
her babies. I'm sure she felt me because I sure felt her. She quickly
placed my hand back on her breast and then leaned into my shoulder.
It was about then that the lights came on. It was Fran's parents.
Needless to say the party pretty much ended right there. For a party
that I hadn't wanted to attend it turned out to be pretty memorable.

After returning from Florida I also found there was a new girl
in the 9th grade. Penny A. caught my eye and my heart the first time I
saw her. Now I have to give you a little background here. I kept little
spiral note pads with stuff about girls, their panties, any wettings
and obsevations of a sexual nature from about the time of puberty until
I was married. I hadn't forgotten about them but had assumed they had
been thrown away with the passage of time. About 13 years ago my father
had become quite sick and I took some time off to stay with him (my
mother had died some 17 years prior) until he was up and about. I, to
help kill time, offerd to go through some of the boxes of junk he had
stored in the basement. In going through one I discovered a number of
my boyhood "treasures", some of which I can see as I sit here typing
this right now. Among them were the spiral pads. It was like I'd found
gold. I probably could have rememberd some of the incidents just as I
did for my early experiences, but these notes have proved invaluable
in writing all this. That is right up to Penny Allen. There's only one
note (which I'll eventually get to) on or about her so what I'm going
to write now is strictly from memory.

I don't have any recollection of how I introduced myself to her. None.
I just know that when I saw her I WANTED to know her. The funny thing
is I don't know why. She wasn't particularly pretty or even cute for
that matter. But, in any case, we hit it off from the begining.
However, I was obsessed with her to the point of forgetting about Joan
and MJ....and even my best friend Russ. Instead of meeting and riding
to school with MJ as I'd done for three years, I got up early and rode
the subway downtown to her house in Brooklyn Heights and then would
walk her to school. Since I didn't have baseball practice, I'd walk her
home. I even gave up the half court basketball games at lunch to be
with her. All of this I remember. But I have no clue as to what the
attraction was. Penny wanted to be an actress. She was very "artsy" and
liked ballet, paintings and music. I think music was the only interest
we shared and that was because she wasn't "hooked" on any one genre but
took it all in. It didn't take long before I was invited into her house
after walking her home. It reminded me of my grandparents house when I
lived with them during the war. I remember it being very dark, even
when the sun was shining. One day she invited me into her bedroom to
show me a doll her grandmother had sent her. I had no interest in the
doll but plenty of interest in seeing her room and hoping to find
something of interest. As we walked in I saw a few piles of folded
clothing on the foot of her bed. The doll she was going to show me was
up by her pillow which meant I had to walk past the piles of clothes.
Right there, almost beside me, were a pile of folded panties. She was
telling me somethig about the doll and I was staring at the panties.
The only one I could really see was the top pair, a pair of pink nylon
ones. The sighting was enough for some good masturbation that night
and following days. As it was spring and she was new to the area, I
eventualy invited her to my apartment with the idea oF taking her to
the park and the zoo. My mother made us sandwiches and sent us on our
way. I think we ate our lunch before we got to the zoo but, in any
case, we ended up spending a fair amount of time there.

(Now here is where my notes about Penny kick in.)

I hadn't been to the bathroom since leaving home and knew I'd have
to go before heading back. Penny hadn't left my side all day.
I told her I was going to the men's room and thought she'd use the
ladies room at the same time. But when I left her she didn't follow.
Even with my interest in panties and peeing, with Penny it wasn't
my main concern. I don't know just what it was but it wasn't panties.
When I returned we took one last turn through the zoo and headed
home. Adjacent to the park was/is the Brooklyn Botonical Gardens.
When I told Penny about it she wanted to see it. It didn't take
us much out of the way but when we got there I noticed that Penny
was a lot quieter than she'd been or usually was. As we walked
through the gardens she would suddenly stop and then, after a few
seconds would start again. Finally she asked how far it was to my
apartment. It was about 15 minutes and when I told her that she
said we better go. Well, I wish I knew then what I know now about
desperation and "pee dances". On our way there she again would
sometimes stop for a quick minute and then slowly move on. Once home
she immediately headed for the bathroom. My mother had arranged that
we would feed her supper and then my father would take her home.
There was still some time before supper to play and there was one
thing she liked was jigsaw puzzles. Since the dining room table was
set for dinner we could only do it on the floor. All I can say is that
she was a fanatic about jigsaw puzzles. So much so that she pretty
much forgot about modesty. It was like deja-vu with MJ and I as kids
playing our board games. After the first peek I couldn't concentrate
on the puzzle. It was just looking up and between Penny's legs. What
I saw was a pair of pink nylon panties with a hole in them where the
crotch panel is attached to the front. AND, some very obvious
stains. I use the plural here because even though the panties
were pink, the center of her panties was a definite golden color. I
snuck glances for at least 15 minutes with a totally unobstructed
view. Then my mother came in to see what we were doing and Penny
turned her way. That was it for the day...and pretty much for Penny.
School was almost over and Penny was headed for California
to spend the summer with relatives. That day, especially that 15
minutes, are forever burned into my memory bank.


Did you ever see the movie "Dog Day Afternoon" with Al Pacino? It's
probably 30+ years ago since it was released. In any case, my wife
and I saw it in a theatre when it was first released. About halfway
through it I started looking at this one character who was supposed to
be a head teller in a bank. I just couldn't place her but I knew I'd
seen her before. I became so obsessed with her that I had a hard time
concentrating on the movie. When it was over and they were running the
credits I had my answer. The head teller was Penny A. She had
achived her dream of becoming an actress. I never saw her in anything
else but I can honestly say I've seen the panties of a real movie
actress.

To be continued...

THE RITES OF PASSAGE (PART 7g)

We awoke to a drizzling rain. It was cold enough to wear long pants.
When we met up with Diane and Danny they were all bundled up as well.
Diane joked that it was to prepare her for a return to Michigan. She
was wearing jeans and a sweater precluding me from any chance for a
DP (downpants) view. Luck seemed to change when Danny's mother showed
up for breakfast, The drizzle stopped and it started to clear. After
she finished eating she insisted that we pack up our things and head
for the cabanas in spite of the clouds. To me at least it was
something to do. I didn't think the sun would come out but by the
time we'd gotten all our things into the cabana and Danny's mother
down to the beach the sun came out. Danny's father was playing with
him (the first time I'd seen him do that) and Diane was reading. I
got stuck answering questions (that I'd been asked before) by Danny's
mother. Finally Danny's father decided to get their bathing suits on
and I soon followed. I asked Diane when she was going to change
because I wanted to "escape" from Danny's mother. She said she would
when she finished up her reading. I'd hoped that she would've been
first so that I'd have a chance to examine her panties but, by now,
all I wanted was to have someone to do something with. When she
finally got up and went into the cabana she didn't fully close the
door (which was only a 3/4 door to begin with). With the bright sun
it was hard to see much inside the cabana but I sure could see the
white of her bra and panties. I was happy again!

Diane and I headed for the pool since Danny and his father were
occupied. Because we came in from the beach side we were required
to rinse off under a shower by the gate. It was cold! VERY! I ran
from there to jump into the pool to get warm. As I watched Diane
approach I wondered if she was wearing panties under her suit. It
didn't take long for me to find out that she wasn't. Disappointment
again. I still couldn't come up with a reason for her to have worn
panties that first day I seen her in her suit.

Danny's father came and got us for lunch. With the difficulty that
Danny's mother had getting about as it was, it was nearly impossible
for her in the sand. So, Danny's father ordered lunch to be delivered
right to the cabana. It was like a picnic. While we were eating I had
go to the bathroom and went inside. Each cabana had a toilet and sink
and they were separated from the main room by a cloth curtain. As I
sat on the toilet the wind blew the curtain in such a way as to let
me see Diane's clothes. Right on top were her bra and panties. When
I finished up I headed right for the bench they were on. I grabbed
the panties and headed for the bench where my clothes were piled. It
was a good thing I did as Danny's father came in to check on me.
Danny's mother needed to use the toilet and he and Diane were going
to carry her in. I was able to stuff Diane's panties into my suit
pocket. The problem with that was that my suit was still damp. After
they carried Danny's mother inside I pulled the panties out. There
were people in cabanas on both sides of us but they seemed busy and
not interested in what I was doing. I pulled the panties out while
facing the ocean just in case someone walked out of our cabana. They
were white nylon and the first thing I noticed was that they had a
seperate, discernable waist elastic. The next thing I noticed was
that there was something different about the leg openings. They
appeared to be somewhat like the Carter's Spanky Pants and
Lollypop leg openings in that they appeared to be a band leg. But,
and this was the difference, they had leg elastics which the
Carter's and Lollipop's didn't. I wanted so badly to take them but
knew there was absolutley no way. I was able to unroll them to see
the label which read "Blue Swan". Then, reluctantly, I stuffed
them back into my suitpocket. I'd been so engrossed with what I was
looking at that I failed to notice what was now, very noticably,
sticking out from the leg of my bathing suit. I dropped to the sand
and pretended to be digging a hole. I'm sure they wondered what I
was doing and why but no one said anything. Fortunately I was able
to get the panties back on Diane's pile of clothes. I could only
hope that they would dry before we dressed to leave.

That night both families ate together as a "farewell" dinner. Danny's
parents decided they would leave right after breakfast so when we
finished eating she had to go back to the room to start packing. She
told me she'd take a break and come find me. We took a walk (with
Danny) around the facility. It was a sad time for me. My father had
wanted to leave about the same time but with this being Easter
weekend my mother wanted to stay and go to Easter services at the
church we'd been attending while there. My father relented (as usual)
to my mother's wishes even though it meant that my brother and I
would miss a few more days of school.

I didn't sleep all that well, upset that my "fun" was coming to an
end. I was awake when it turned light out and got up so I could say
one last "good bye" to Diane. I had to wait for a while but was
there when she stepped out of the door. Even though it was cool out
she was dressed in shorts. Danny's father had decided to leave
without eating breakfast so it was a good thing that I was there.
I helped carry bags out to their car and really felt sad as they
were loaded into the trunk. Diane was the first to get in and as I
watched her get settled I got one last DP (downpants). I can still
remember that they were the nylon panties that didn't have a distinct
waistband elastic... like the ones I'd had my hands on that day at
the pool. After they pulled away I stood there for quite a while. I
really had no idea just what I'd experienced during that week and
it was probably a few years until I did.

THE RIGHTS OF PASSAGE (Part 7f)
We were a little late getting to the tennis courts. I carried both
Diane's racquets. The girl who Diane was to play was a bit upset
about our lateness and didn't seem to be friendly at all. When I
first saw her I was excited because I thought I'd get a good peek
at her panties as well as Diane's. But she was wearing a pleated
skirt and when she bent over her bag it didn't come up like Diane's
did. I had to be satisfied with seeing what I believed were the same
panties Diane had worn on our first day on the courts... two very
discernable panties. The other girl asked/told me to chase down the
balls that went into the net so I stayed squatting at mid court.
I'd hoped to get at least a quick peek at the other girls panties
but, by the end of the first game, still hadn't. Even though I
didn't fully understand the scoring (does anybody?) it was obvious
that Diane was losing. The second game was well under way when
Diane hit a ball that just fell over the net on the other girls side.
The courts were clay of some kind and the lines were actually tape
that was stapled onto the court. The other girl ran after the ball
and, when she went to stop, her feet slipped on the tape and went
outfrom under her. She fell on her back with her feet ending up
almost in my face... and I finally got my "peek".

OK... time for a little explantion about my observations of panties
up to that time in my life. The most seen were the Carter's "Spanky
Pants" that were made from ribbed cotton. The crotch was very wide;
the widest with the exception of the cotton panties that Anne wore.
When I first started buying nylon panties for MJ the one thing that
I really noticed was that the crotch was nowhere near as wide as the
Carter's. The Lollypop cotton panties had a wide crotch but not as
wide as the Carter's. When I'd seen the cotton panties that Wendy
had worn while swimming they were about the same as the nylon ones
I'd bought for MJ. Even though I didn't have a lot of time to do a
detailed inspection of Diane's panties the day before at the pool I
did note that the crotch was fairly narrow.

Back to the game... I was watching the girl coming right towards me
so I had a real close up peek when she fell. She landed on her bottom
and back with her legs splaying apart. I couldn't have orchestrated
it better. But what really caught my attention was that the panties
she was wearing were definitely nylon and had a crotch as wide as the
Carter's. For some reason I got hung up on that... not at that moment
but over a period of time. She picked herself up, slowly, and went
back to the game. That was to be my only "peek".

As soon as the match was over she picked up her things and walked off,
not saying much, if anything, to Diane. I could see that Diane was
flushed. The facility had provided a pitcher of ice water and cups
and when I passed a cup to her she just poured it over her head. She
was sitting on the bleachers and after a few seconds leaned back
putting her elbows on the next row higher. When she did that the hem
of her dress went up to almost halfway to her waist. As soon as I saw
it I started to get a bulge. Her eyes were closed so she didn't see me
staring at her crotch. It was an unbelievable sight. Even with two
pairs of panties I could see her pubic hair through them. The reason?
She was wet... not from pee but perspiration. The wetness made the
panties somewhat transparent. Within a few seconds I was as hard as
I'd ever been in my life. Reason took hold and even though I didn't
want to, I moved away. If I were to guess I'd say I had a good 30
seconds to seer that image into my brain.

After a short while Diane got up and started picking her things up.
As she did She said something about wishing she could just run over
and jump in the pool. My "bulge" had almost subsided by then but the
thought of her swimming in her tennis dress and panties revived it.
On our way back to our rooms it was obvious that Diane was upset with
the way she played. I, having little knowlege of tennis, just kept
my mounth shut. We agreed to meet for dinner as we'd been doing.
What we didn't know was that my parents and Danny's parents had
finally met. They decided to eat together to celebrate my mother's
recovery. They got along really well but the culmination of their
meeting was that they came up with their plan for leaving. I knew it
was coming soon but played "ostrich", avoiding any mention of it.
Diane had to be back for classes the following Tuesday so pretty much
knew they'd be leaving either Friday afternoon or Saturday morning.
She was much like me in trying to avoid thinking about it. She'd
confided in me that she had way more fun than she'd expected and
gotten paid for it as well. Getting the actual "news" pretty much
put a damper on all (Diane, my brother and I) our feelings that night.
Danny's mother was the one who picked up on it and suggested that we
all spend the next day up at the cabana and pool club. At least it
was something to look forward to.

THE RIGHTS OF PASSAGE (Part 7e)

In the course of converstaion I'd mentioned the amusements at
Jacksonville Beach. Diane, in turn, mentioned it to Danny's parents.
At breakfast Diane asked if I thought there were enough things there
to amuse Danny. I hadn't paid any attention to the kiddy rides but,
sensing an interest for them to go, said I thought there was. I had
to wait until after Diane spoke to Danny's parents to find out if I'd
be invited. I loved going there, especially if there was somebody
close to my age. When I got the "word" that I was invited I couldn't
wait. I forgot one thing. Diane was being paid to watch Danny and to
"entertain" him. Kiddy rides it was. The one good thing was that when
Diane got into the kiddy seats I'd get a DP (downpants) view of her
panties. I even got a few peeks up the leg openings of her shorts.
We ended up getting hot dogs and sodas along the boardwalk for lunch.
Danny was getting tired so it was decided to leave. I was disappointed
that I'd not gotten a chance to do the Auto Dodgem, my favorite ride.
We had to go past the roller coaster on our way to the car. Diane asked
if I liked to ride it. I told her I'd never tried. She couldn't believe
it and "bugged" me why. The main reason was my mother wouldn't let me
but I surely didn't want to admit that to her. I just shrugged my
shoulders. Diane then went on to ask Danny's father if he'd ever ridden
one. He smiled and said that he'd done it many times. Diane then sort
of challenged me to ride it with her. Danny's father chimed in saying
he'd pay for the two of us to ride. I wasn't very happy. Truth be told
I'd always been very happy that my mother hadn't let me. But, I was
one of those males who hated to let a female "beat" them.

Diane insisted that we ride the front car and in the front seat.
Looking back, that was one of the mistakes I made that day. We got to
the top of the first climb and when I looked down I swear my heart
stopped. About halfway down I closed my eyes. Another mistake. By doing
that I eliminated any chance of being prepared for what was coming next.
When we hit the bottom and made a sharp turn I, screaming, was thrown
against Diane. After that all I did was scream and pray that I'd
survive. When we stopped I couldn't stand up. I thought I was going to
throw up. (Hot dogs before the ride was the big mistake ) Diane helped
me to a bench outside the ride. I sat with my head between my legs
trying not get sick. Finally I felt that it had passed and we headed
for the car. I was totally embarassed and resisted Diane's attempts
to have a converstaion with me. Upon our return Diane took Danny for
his nap and I decided to do the same. I couldn't really sleep as I
continued to burp up the lunchtime hot dogs. I didn't want to go
outside with the chance of seeing Diane so I waited until dinner time.
I even went to dinner with my brother and his friends so as not to
have contact with her.

My brother and his friends would play board games after dinner in the
sunroom unless there were scheduled events at the hotel. I, reluctantly,
joined them. I did not see Diane come up behind me. I felt a hand on my
shoulder, much the same way my mother would do it, and was surprised
and also unhappy to see her. She quickly bent down and whispered in my
ear that she needed to talk with me. My brother was unhappy that I left
in the middle of the game and let me know it as I walked away. I looked
for Danny and didn't see him. We went outside and sat on the patio. She
never let go of my hand. I didn't want to look her in the eyes but when
I did I could see that she was concerned. She apologized for having
"forced" me into going on the ride and for teasing me in the first
place. I didn't say a word. I was still embarassed, even with the
apology. Still holding my hand she then said she wanted to tell me about
her first ride. She said she was older than me at the time and that her
friends had done basically the same thing as she'd done, "forcing" her
to do it or to lose face if she didn't. The long and short of it was
that she not only got sick (after she got off) but had wet her pants
while on it. That last bit of information changed my demeanor
immediately. I'm not sure but I think I was able to ask questions in a
manner that didn't give my "interest" away. In any case she'd been with
about six of her friends and she ended up having to walk around the
grounds that way the rest of the evening. It was like giving water to
a parched man (pun intended). We ended our "talk" with her giving me a
hug and eliciting a promise that I wasn't mad at her.

Another converstaion that I'd had with Diane had to do with visiting
Marine Land. She'd also passed that on to Danny's parents and they
thought it was worth the trip. I, again, got invited. It took a little
more than an hour to get there so we left around 9am. Diane wanted to
get back by 3pm as the tennis facility had arranged a match for her.
Now, this was the early 50's so handicapped facilities were rarely
available. Danny's mother had elected to go with us and hoped she'd be
able to see at least part of the attraction. We had fun on the trip down
with me describing some of the things we passed. We had to go through
Saint Augustine to get there. When my parents had taken me the year
before I thouroughly enjoyed it even though I hated History in school.
We arrived in time for the first show. Danny's mother had to stay in
her wheelchair and, as they had no raised platforms to accomodate them,
was only able to see parts of the dolphin show. Danny totally enjoyed
his time there and wasn't ready when it became time for us to go.
The ladies room was located down a flight of narrow steps. Danny's
mother didn't negotiate stairs that easily and didn't even want to
try these. Danny's father offered to try to get her down while in the
wheelchair but she said she really didn't need to use the facilities
all that badly.

We all agreed that we didn't want hot dogs again for lunch and since
I'd made a point of showing them Castillio de San Marcos on the way
Danny's parents thought we might stop there and hopefully find a
restaurant nearby. We stopped but there was no restaurant... or
restroom facilities. When I'd been there with my parents I wasn't
interested in bathrooms so I really had no knowledge of that. Danny's
mother stayed in the car while the four of us made a flying trip
through the facility. I absolutely loved that place (and it'll come
up a LOT further down the line). Upon return to the car it was decided
to go back to the motel/hotel and hope that we could get something to
eat. When we pulled up we had to go to the main entrance so we could
get Danny's mother into her wheelchair. Diane, Danny and I got out and
were just standing there. I saw Danny's mother whispering to her
husband who, in turn, shooed us inside. In we went. We went to the
front desk to check for messages and got talking to the desk clerk.
As Danny's mother got wheeled by I noticed something strange. She'd
been wearing tan pants and as I looked I could see that there was
definitely a different color a ways up on her hip.

Now this was another "awakening" for me. In my interest of girls
panties and them wetting themselves I had kept it in a very narrow
age bracket. I don't know if it was because I didn't ever see older
women in their panties (certainly not my mother) and never gave them
a thought about the possibility of wetting themselves. But it had
always been about girls around my age or younger. This sighting,
although not yet confirmed, was the beginning of a totally new
perspective for me. I had to wait until later to know if what I'd
seen was an actual wetting.

None of us had eaten and Diane had to be at the tennis facility by
3pm. I immediately thought of Barney's. I checked in with my mother
who was now feeling well enough to be sitting in an Adirondak
chair outside our rooms. I introduced Diane and Danny and then we
made our way over my path to Barney's. I checked the clothes line
and, sadly, it was bare. When we walked in the door I was surprised
to see Martha hunched over under one of the counter stools. She was,
for a change, wearing shorts and a sleeveless blouse. I knew she
wouldn't say anything but I'd made it a game to always say "Hello
Martha" to see her reaction. As soon as I did she looked at the floor.
I took the stool closest to her and looked down. Bulls eye! A DP
(downpants) that confirmed my guess that the cotton panties I'd seen
on the washline were hers. When Shirley came to wait on us I asked what
Martha was doing. I laughed to myself when she said she was being
"punished" by having to scrub and polish the counter stools. I asked
what her "crime" was but Shirley just winked back at me.

To be continued...

THE RIGHTS OF PASSAGE (Part 7d)

Under the agreement Diane had with Danny's parents she was to get
two or so hours free every afternoon after putting him down for a
nap. While we'd been watching Danny she asked me if I played tennis.
I said "no" and asked why she'd asked me. She was hoping to make
the freshman tennis team at Michigan and wanted to have someone to
play with while she was here. I knew they had a lot of courts up at
the hotel but that was all. At lunch she asked if I'd like to learn.
I really didn't but I wanted to spend as much time as I could with
her so I said I did. They ran an "on demand" shuttle between our
facility and the main hotel so we signed up for it. Diane felt that
the tennis club might require white clothes so suggested I wear the
lightest colored clothes I had. I thought it was stupid but did have
a pair of light tan shorts and a white T shirt. When I walked out
front I almost choked. There was Diane in a white dress that was so
short that I could almost see her crotch. To me, it was unbelievable.
If Diane saw my rection she didn't say anything. I was hoping to see
what was really under the hem of the dress but she ended up in the
front seat. I didn't have to wait long though.

The shuttle dropped us off at the tennis facility and Diane went in
register us. The woman saw me and said that I had to be wearing white
to use the courts, just as Diane had predicted. But Diane was smart.
She said she was there to practice using the fixed backboard and I
was just going to watch. That court was the one farthest from the
office and Diane assured me that we'd not get caught. Once on the
court I got what I'd hoped for. Diane had two racquets and a small
bag. When she bent over to put all the things down I got much more
than I'd hoped for. There, not more than three feet away, was her
bottom covered by not just one pair of panties but two!. The crotchs
were very distinct. There was no doubt. Then I noticed that the top
pair had lace around the legs. But that was all. It took less than
a minute to get the racquets ready and the can open (it was metal
with a "key" that you had to unwind the metal strip that sealed it)
Then she proceeded to show me the basic fundamentals of how to hold
the racquet and how to swing at balls hit to either side of me. I
could've cared less. All I wanted was another "up close and personal"
look at those panties. She then went behind the net and threw balls
at me to hit. Being a baseball player I was swinging with all my
might and I could see she was getting frustrated with me. Then she
decided that she wanted to hit against the backboard. That was OK
by me, for sure. It didn't take much knowlege on my part to recognize
that she was good. I especially liked it when she bent low to return
ball off the backboard. Even though I was farther away than before I
could definitely see the two crotch lines and that excited me. She hit
for a while and then asked if I was ready to "hit, but not kill" the
balls again. I had to say yes and this time it went much better. We
finished up with her hitting some more and giving me some more great
"looks".

We made the call for the shuttle and were told we'd have to wait. I
asked if she'd seen the pool and cabanas and when she said she hadn't
I took her across the street. She was impressed and made a point of
saying that she had to find time to use it before she left. We were
both thirsty so we got cokes and went out to watch the people at the
pool. When we were leaving I noticed that when she bent over to pick
up her bag and racquets that not only could I see the two crotch
lines but her top pair of panties had ridden up and I saw the leg
elastics on both pair. I offered to carry the racquets not so much
for being a "gentleman' but rather to hide my very obvious bulge.

That night there was a movie at the main hotel and my brother and I
and his friends went to see it. Diane couldn't go as Danny had to be
in bed by 8pm and Diane had to be stay with him. I didn't pay much
attention to the movie choosing to remember the events of the day.
That night I think I actually had two wet dreams!

The next morning I repeated the routine of the previous day. I was
there when they started serving and Diane and Danny arrived soon
after. We were about finished when my brother and his friends showed
up. He came up to me and asked if I was going to play "Daredevil" any
more. I basically told him to go away. He was a bit annoyed but not
nearly as much as I was. Naturally, Diane wanted to know who or what
"Daredevil" was. I didn't want to tell her because I thought she'd
think it was childish. She pestered me into telling and showing her
what it was all about. It was obvious from the marks in the sand that
my brother and his friends had just finished playing. I told her what
we did but she wanted me to demonstrate. I was embarassed... but I
did it. I was all balled up in the sand when I heard her yelling for
me to get out of the way. Before I knew it I saw her flying through
the air towards me. She was wearing blue shorts and what was probably
a mans long sleeve shirt with the tails tied in the front. Without a
doubt she'd gone further than I had and that didn't set well with me.
I told her I hadn't really been trying and wanted another chance. We
marked where she'd landed and climbed back up on the sea wall. I
wanted to go first just to be able to beat the mark Diane had made.
I did but just barely. I marked my spot and watched as Diane made her
jump. When she landed she immediately crawled back to see where her
mark was. I walked up behind her and as she was bent over drawing her
line I could see at least two inches down inside her shorts. It was
just like the previous summer when I'd get a DP (down pants) of Wendy.
I only got a brief (no pun intended) look as she sat up declaring
herself the winner. I didn't like getting beat, especially by a girl
but I placated myself with the thought of seeing those panties.

Danny had grown tired of digging holes and wanted to do something else.
The wind had died and the ocean was relatively calm. I suggested we
walk down to the waters edge. Danny's parents had told Diane he wasn't
to go in the ocean but I said we could still go down to the edge. One
of the things my brother and I had discovered was that the wave action
sometimes created what we called "lakes". It was where there was a sand
berm and a hollowed out area behind it where water got trapped. We
liked to play in them because the water was usually very warm. As luck
would have it we found one. Danny loved it. He ran through it, splashing
away to beat the band. I started making sand castles with what I called
"drip sand". It's where you take a handful of soaking wet sand and then
let it drip out of your hands to make little castles. When Donny saw them
he immediately smashed them. I showed Diane how to do it and we tried to
make them faster than Donny could smash them. He'd brought his pail and
I left the two of them and started making an island in the middle of the
"lake". Diane kept Danny busy while I completed it. When I called them to
see it Diane told him not to smash it or we'd have to go back. He obeyed
and watched as we proceeded to decorate the island with "drip sand". The
big difference for Diane was that she had to do this while standing in
the water. After a while she went into a semi squat with her bottom just
above the water. When she did I walked around behind her to get another
"peek". Then I squatted down beside her to show her how to make the peaks
really high. While I was beside her I got a real close up of her panties.
The one thing that puzzled me was the waist. The only panties I'd ever
seen that didn't have a discernable elastic for the waist were the cotton
panties that Anne had worn the previous winter. When I'd looked closely
at Anne's the elastic was covered by the same cotton material that the
panties were made of. Diane's seemed to be the same only made of nylon
rather than cotton. I had a hard time taking my eyes off of that waist
line. Danny had been quiet but it was obvious that he wanted to do
something. Finally Diane waved for him to come over. She was still on
her haunches when he came running up. She wasn't expecting him to grab
her around the neck and when he did he pulled her over backwards. I
saw the last part where her back hit the water and her feet went up in
the air. She wasn't very happy, more from the shock of it than anything
else. When she had a few seconds to compose herself she sat up with her
knees pulled up to her chest. I couldn't see her panties because of the
water she was sitting in. She made some comment and then turned and, on
all fours, started chasing after Danny. That was when I got a very
memorable sighting of a VPL (visable panty line). With her wet shorts
plastered against her fanny the crotch line and leg elastics seemed to
jump out at me. I watched her chase him around the "lake" for about
five minutes, all the while looking at her bottom. I was almost
transfixed. We stayed for just a little while longer and when we left
we let Danny destroy our island and castle. It made him very happy!

I thought for sure that Diane would take Danny back to their room and
they would both change. But Diane was satisfied to stop and sit in her
wet clothes under one of the sun shelters. She asked me if I was up for
another tennis lesson and, although I didn't want the "lesson", I surely
wanted another chance to see her in her short tennis dress. When it
became time for lunch she suggested that we eat on the patio. They only
served box lunches out there but she didn't want to have to change for
lunch and then, almost immediately, change for tennis. By the time we
walked up there her shorts were dry except for where she'd been
sitting. Even though I knew she hadn't wet herself, it sure looked like
it and that made me "happy". I could still see the crotch line too.

I didn't really get to see her panties until we were on the court. She
gave me on of the racquets and told me to take the press off. (These
were the old wooden racquets and to keep them from warping you had
to put this frame around it and turn these thumb screws tight to hold
it.) I was struggling with mine and ended up kneeling on it on the
ground to hold it. As I did I got a really close look at her panties.
It wasn't what I was expecting. I was looking for what I'd seen the day
before... a pair of lace trimmed panties over another pair. But what I
saw was a pair of panties with these horozontal ruffles running across
the back. Even as close as I was I couldn't tell if she had another
pair on like the previous day. I was disaapointed, to say the least.

I did much better when I tried to hit the ball. It was really hot and
we'd decided to play for only an hour and then go to the pool. Diane
really wanted to use it before she left and today seemed like a good
idea. I carried my suit while Diane had hers in the bag with all her
tennis things. After I changed I didn't know what to do with my clothes
so Diane put them in her bag. I got another surprise when I watched her
dive off the diving board. It was obvious she knew what she was doing
as she just slipped into the water without a splash. All I ever did
was to hurt my stomach when I tried. Her swimming form was also very
good. I just bobbed in the water as she swam a few laps. We stayed in
the water for quite a while and when she said we better be getting
back I watched her go up the ladder fully expecting to see her panties
as I had the first day in her suit. I didn't. I was confused. I didn't
know why she worn them that first day and I didn't know why she didn't
on this day. Puzzling... Diane wanted to dry off in the sun before
changing so told me to go ahead and get my things from her bag. I
really didn't have the idea to go through it as I pulled out my
clothes. But, when I did some of her things came with mine including
her regular panties. I looked back at her and she wasn't looking my
way. I also looked around to see if anybody else was looking at me.
If they were I didn't notice. With my heart racing I pulled them out of
the ball she'd made when she'd taken them off. As I did I noticed the
label. "Kayser size 5" it read. I also took note of the waist and saw
that that the elastic was indeed encased with the same nylon material.
That was enough for me. I quickly balled them back up and returned them
to her bag. I was very very "excited" and thankful I had my clothes to
hold in front of me.

That evening she ended up eating with Danny's parents. I ate alone as
my brother was with his friends. On the previous evenings we'd stayed
together until it was time to put Danny to bed. I waited in the sunroom
until they finished hoping that she'd join me. Other than a "wave" as
they all walked by that was it for Diane on that day. As disappointed
as I was I still had a lot to look back on as far as Diane was
concerned so it was a good day, all in all.

To be continued...

THE RIGHTS OF PASSAGE (Part 7c)

I was really looking forward to our winter trip to Florida
this year. In retrospect, it was probably because I was hoping
to reprise the previous winter that I'd spent with Anne.
She and I did correspond and she let me know there was no way
she was going to return. Things with her mother had improved
and as much as I would've liked to ask about her bedewtting,
I never did.

This winter started out a little differently. We couldn't leave
until the early part of February due to problems at my father's.
job. My mother managed to remain healthy even in the cold weather
of the Northeast but was glad to be leaving... as were my brother
and I. We returned to the same place and had the same rooms
and found most of the staff had returned. But, for some reason
there was a dearth of kids around my brother's and my age (as
compared to the previous winter). We had to wait for over a week
for the first kids my brother's age to arrive. I wasn't happy
about it but playing with the two of them was better than just
my brother.

There's something that I could've put in the posts for last winter
but it wasn't relevent at the time. Right next door to the facility
was Barney's. Barney's is rather hard to describe. It was a gas
station (two pumps) and the last one for almost 30 miles, repair
shop, restaurant (I'm being kind) and honky tonk (or road house if
you will) on friday and saturday nights. There was also a car ramp
to the beach as the sand was hard enough for cars to ride on the
beach just like at Daytona. Barney (it was his last name) was a
WWII disabled veteran. He was a certified character. Even as young
as I was I recognized that. He ran the place with his wife,
Shirley (a Bette Grable wannabe) and two teenaged daughters.
Louise was the older (my mother said she thought she was 18 or
19) and Martha the younger (we guessed at about my age). Martha
was just plain drop dead pretty. If you can picture Daisy Duke
from the Dukes of Hazzard you have an idea what Louise looked
like but Martha was more like the young Elizabeth Taylor. She was
modest and mostly wore sundresses as opposed to Louise's tight
tops and short shorts. I'll admit I had a crush on
Martha from the first time I saw her. But she was brutally shy
in spite of her mother's brashness (my mother's description)
and her father's outgoing personality. All I ever did was look
(stare) at her whenever I was there. She just wouldn't talk to me.


My parents had ruled Barney's as "out of bounds" for my brother and
I the first year we were there unless accompianied by him. Over time
my father got to know Barney and the rules were eventually eased.
On days we didn't go to the Cabana/Pool we would go over to get a
soda (I was introduced to R C Cola there) or ice cream (my very
first Eskimo Pie was purchased there). To get there though we had
to walk over to the ramp. Barney had cut the ramp through the
dunes and made it out of coquina and shells. My father said he did
that on purpose so he could use his Army surplus wrecker to haul
out people who got stuck. In any case we didn't like to use the
ramp. I began to blaze a trail through the beach grass lining the
dunes and eventually made a path. We never went over before mid
afternoon but one day my mother said she felt like having a plain
old hamburger for lunch. I was dispatched to get it. As I made my
way through my path I noticed a bunch of clothes on a clothes line
that was connected from the building to a tall pole. I'd never noticed
it before maybe because there were no clothes on it. As I walked
towards the building I noticed something else... a LOT of panties.
The wind was blowing so it made it hard for me to count them but
it worked out to over 20. There were three seperate batches. Two
were nylon or rayon and the other was cotton. The nylon ones were
blowing freely in the wind while the cotton ones were more static.
I was sure the largest ones belonged to the mother, Shirley. They
were mostly white with a few pink thrown in. I would guess they
were about ten feet above my head. The cotton ones were all white
and the smaller nylon ones were mostly blue and pink. I was
intrigued with the colored ones as I'd seen almost all white
panties with all my "peeks" through the years. With them blowing so
freely it was impossible to discern anything unique about them. I
probably stayed there staring at them for five minutes. Once inside
the "restaurant" I saw Louise. I just assumed that the colored
panties were hers and tried to visualize them on her as I placed
the order. On the way back I stopped again and made a note to
myself to come over and take a look more often.

We were scheduled to stay for six weeks with the last one
being the Easter break from our school. The previous winter my
parents had made friends with an older couple who were supposed
to return and be there when we were. For some reason they didn't
show up until our last week. As happy as my parents were to
catch up with them that happiness soon disappeared. The
lady became sick right after she arrived and, unfortunately,
passed it on to my mother. It wasn't my mother's traditional
malady (bronchitis/bronchial pneumonia). Knowing what we know
today it was probably some kind of flu. There was very little
that worked in the way of medications so we had to stay to let
my mother recover. I'd been so discouraged by the lack of friends,
male or female, my age that I was more than ready to go back to the
city. But extending our stay turned out to be a very good thing.

Diane was a college freshman from the Detroit area. She attended
Michigan and was an English major. She'd been "hired" to be a helper
(Nanny would be the term today but I'm not sure the term had been
created at the time) for this family with a three plus year old boy
(Danny) on their vacation. The woman had polio as a child and
needed crutches to walk. At home they had a "colored" (sorry, period
terminology) woman who looked after the boy but, since this was
during segregated times, couldn't join them on their vacation. It
had all been worked out so that Diane would be on her Spring break.

For lack of things to do I sometimes hung out with the bellhops.
That way I got a good idea of who was checking in and, hopefully,
could make immediate contact with any kids. Diane certainly wasn't
a "kid". She was about the same height as me and a little overweight.
But she was cute and had a very easy going personality. The first
night there I made a point of waiting for the whole family, Diane
included, to come into the dining room before entering. I
reintroduced myself and was able to generate some converation with
them. It made it a lot easier for me the next day.

Diane and Danny were there when the dining room opened at 7am and so
so was I. I normally would have been out at the seawall playing but
I desperately wanted to become friendly with Diane and to be accepted
by her. It apparently worked as she invited me to join them. When we
were through I walked them out to the beach and pointed out the sun
shelters, Adirondack chairs and where there were beach mats and toys
for children. Diane said she wanted to put her bathing suit on and
said she'd be back later. Since that week was technically a break
from school I had no more "study session" projects to work
on. That meant I was free to do anything I wanted. I wanted to spend
time with Diane.

I still had to let my parents know where I was and what I was doing so,
after "reporting in" I also put my bathing suit on. By then I had a
good tan and didn't have to worry about sunburn (but I'm paying for it
now). By the time I returned to the beach Diane was already there.
Being early she had the choice of sun shelters and chose the one closest
to the water. As I approached I saw her lying on her beach towel and
on her side... and I also saw something white peeking out from under
her bathing suit. As I got closer I could see that it was her panties.
I was puzzled. Not that I'd really ever thought about it but I wondered
why but I certainly wasn't going to ask. When she saw me getting closer
she rolled over on her back and then sat up. I never took my eyes off
her bottom and when I walked up I could see white peeking out from both
sides of the crotch of her suit. It was a one piece blue and white
floral suit and the image of her sitting there like that is burned into
my memory.

She wanted to get a tan but was concerned about sunburn for both her
and the boy so we didn't spend too much time out in the sun. The wind
came up and the sand started blowing so we decided to retreat to the
courtyard. They had a croquet set for the guests to use so Diane
gave Danny a mallet and a ball and we sat in Adirondack chairs and
watched him chase the ball around. The way Diane chose to sit made
her suit ride up on her thighs so that I got to see about an inch
of her panties. I had a hard time keeping my "bulge" hidden.

To be continued...

THE RIGHTS OF PASSAGE (Part 7b)

At Christmas, we spent part of my vacation time visiting with my
grandparents. While there, we spent one day checking over our house. My
future in-laws (who lived across the street) had been friends with my
parents for almost 20 years so we visited with them as well. My future
wife, Elle, and her brother showed us their presents and then played
games with my brother and I. After a while Elle and I went for a walk.
Somehow we got into a conversation about not getting what we really
wanted for Christmas. In Elle's case it was a trip to New York City to
Rockerfeller Center to see the Rockettes. She had a fantasy of someday
being a dancer and then being a Rockette. She had all kinds of pictures
of them in her room and she and her best friend would often pretend to
be on stage dancing. On our way back to my grandparents I mentioned her
disappointment to my mother. She immediately asked if I would like to
invite her to the city and to take her to Radio City Music Hall. Even
though we had never been more than playmates and I was sort of involved
with a girl at school, I said yes. After a number of phone calls it was
finally decided that she and her whole famly would come to the city and
spend the day. As vacation time was running out it was decided to do it
on that weekend. We returned the day before they were to arrive. My
father, through businss connections, was able to obtain good seats for
the movie and show. I was excited for two reasons. One, I'd never been
to Radio City Music Hall myself and two, that my friends were coming in
from the country to visit me. Elle's father was very uncomfortable
about driving into the city and eventually got lost. By the time they
arrived at the apartment it was time to leave for the show. I'd pretty
much forgotton about Elle's dribble incontinence as she'd been able to
contain it through continuous visits to the bathroom. However, with the
trip in and the pressure to get to our place on time she'd wet herself.
Her mother was more upset than Elle appeared to be as they arrived.
Fortnately she brought extra panties and after a visit to the bathroom,
we were ready to go. Only thing was...I was more concerned as to where
her wet panties were than in leaving for the show. We had a good time
and after the show my parents wanted to take us all out to eat. Elle's
father wanted to get on the road home. He was just plain uncomfortable
in the city. So, we headed back to the apartment. My mother was
especially disappointed because she wanted to show Elle some of the
spectacular Christmas displays around Rockerfeller Center. We rode
back in two taxi cabs with my father, her father and brother in one and
my mother, Elle's mother, Elle and I in the other. During the trip my
mother suggested that Elle could stay over and that my father could
drive her home later on Sunday. He had to go back out anyway to pick up
my brother and she'd certainly be in time for school on Monday. Elle
jumped at the offer but her mother didn't think it was a good idea.
Elle didn't have any other clothes and, well, there was her little
"problem". My mother kept chipping away at her defenses and by the time
we got to our place it was agreed she'd stay. Now, if I hadn't been
aroused by the fact that Elle had arrived wet, hearing her mother
reitterate her "problem" right in front of me pushed me over the edge.
I was beside myself with all kinds of ideas on how we'd all end up
sleeping and how I'd be able to see her in her bra and panties. Of
course all of that never came to pass. My mother had it all figured
out. As my brother had remained with my grandparents
Elle was to sleep in his bed and I was to sleep on the sofa. As far
as clothes to sleep in, my mother, although much larger than Elle,
had some things that would do. She assured Elle and her mother
that no one who really cared would know she wore the same blouse
and skirt two days in a row. And finally, Elle did have spare panties
with her. With that, her parents and brother were off and I was alone
(sort of) with her. Naturally I showed her my presents which were
still piled under the tree. This meant we were both on the floor. Elle
had taken her crinoline off to be able to get around better and as she
did I was able to get a glimpse of her panties. I was looking for more
and I wasn't disappointed. As I said before, she was able to control
the dribbling by frequent visits to the bathroom. It seemd like every
time she got up off the floor I was able to get a good crotch view. I
was sure it wasn't intentional as there was nothing going on between us
and she was not what you would call flirt or a tease. In any case it
was sure pleasing me. I'd figured out how to sit to hide the hard-on
from her (and other girls as well).

When it was time for bed I was all excited. Even though my mother had
orchestrated the whole thing I was hoping somehow or some way to get
more than the little glimpses I'd been viewing all night. It was like
my mother had a mirror of my mind. I wasn't even allowed to go into my
room for anything, not even my toothbrush. But that didn't stop me from
dreaming that night. I had a massive wet dream on the couch. I awoke
and knew it had gotten onto the seat beneath me. I got a towel from the
kitchen and tried to clean it up as best I could. But, because I was
afraid of doing it again, hardly slept the rest of the night. It was
light out when I heard something in the foyer. I thought it was one of
my parents but it was Elle. I was sleeping in Pajamas so I was
"presentable" but I almost choked when I saw her. My mother was one for
sexy negligee, not that I ever saw it on her. My views of it were on
the washline. In any case, there was Elle, tiptoeing through the foyer
in this see through peach colored gown. She had her arms wrapped across
her chest to keep it covered but the view of her walking in her panties
was almost as clear as if she didn't have the gown on. I startled her
but she didn't cry out. She came out into the living room and sat
across from me and we started talking quietly. The burning question for
me was did she wet the bed. How was I going to ask such a bold question
without upsetting her. I couldn't think of a way and it was killing me.
I wanted to know so badly. Then it struck me. I told her I had to get
my toothbrush from my bathroom. She didn't think anything of it as I
got up and walked into my room. I quickly went to the unmade bed and
slid my hand in where I thought it might be wet. Bulls-eye again! I
knew I didn't have much time so I went into the bathroom and right
there in the sink was a nightie that matched the gown she was wearing
with a pair of wet white nylon panties right on top of it. The mother
lode!. I quickly picked up the panties and sniffed the wet area. Why I
didn't come just from that I'll never know. But the real problem was
that my pajamas offered no resistance to my enlarged penis and I had to
get back out of my room as quickly as possible. I headed for the
kitchen and the refrigerator. My friend Russ had shown me that taking
anything cold and touching my hard-on would kill it. I just hoped it
would work now. It only took a few seconds and that shock plus the fear
of my parents finding us was enough to take care of the problem for a
while. When I went back and joined Elle she was looking out the window.
It was going to be a nice day and the view of the city from the 10th
floor was pretty spectacular for a country girl. As I walked across
the room to where she was standing I could see the crotch line of her
panties. I started to get big all over again. But she decided she
better get showered and dressed and that took care of that. After
breakfast my mother planned the day for us. We had to be back by 3pm so
my father could get her home in time for her supper. Before we left I
found an excuse to go back into my room. I grabbed a quick glance into
the bathroom and hanging over the towel rack was the night gown I'd
seen in the sink along with her panties. Oh how I wished I could keep
them even though they had been washed.

We ended up eating at a restaurant down by the
ice skating rink at Rockerfeller Center. Elle was an avid ice
and my mother knew it. She asked if she'd like to try it, offering
to rent skates for her. That turnd out to be the highlight of the
weekend for her, Rockettes notwithstanding. The problem (not for
me) was that in her excitement of the offer she forgot to use the
bathroom. Once the skates were rented and you were on the ice, you
stayed. If you left the ice and the skate room you forfeited your time.
When she realized she hadn't gone but with time running out before we
had to leave, she decided to skate anyway. She had a great time. (If
you ask her today what's the first thing she thinks of when someone
says NEW YORK, she says that day, skating.) I was certainly not
thinking of her dribble problem while she was out there. I just thought
it was so amazing to see someone I knew ice skating in the middle of
New York City. When it was time to leave to take her back home I
persuaded my father to let me go too. Elle and I talked the whole way
back and it was the beginning of something that still exists today.

As an aside to the above; that next summer she admitted to me that the
panties she wore that day she skated in NY were the one's she'd wet on
the trip to the city the day before. They had not been washed out.
Then, she also admitted that by the time she was through skating she
was wet. I fantasized over that many times but oh what I would've given
to have known it at the time.

To be continued...