PAVING THE ROAD TO MY FUTURE (Part 9d)

At the post office we were told to get an early start on our route and to try and finish up in the early afternoon. As it was Christmas eve they wanted to give some extra time off. It worked perfectly for me as I still had to buy Elle's present. I'd decided, on my own, to buy her a sweater. There were three stores in this town that sold women's clothes. Other than the panties I'd bought at the big department stores in the city I'd never purchased anything for a female. I chose the first one I came to which was the Bon Marche. I'd hardly made it through the front door when this matronly woman as good as "attacked" me. It was almost as if I was tresspassing. She asked what I was looking for and when I said a sweater she asked what type. Type? A sweater was a sweater, at least in my mind. So, almost reluctantly, she led me to where the sweaters were located. As we did I saw a sign on the back wall; Lingerie. Immediately my mind thought of BJ's panties from the night before and my thoughts afterwards. I started to wonder if they had fancy panties there but before I got too far into it the lady was asking if the sweater she was holding was what I wanted. It looked good to me so I said it was. Then she asked what size I wanted. Size? All of a sudden this was getting very difficult. She could see from the look on my face that I didn't have a clue. Then she suggested that I go and find out and come back. By then all I wanted to do was get away from her.

I left and went to the diner across the street and called my mother. She suggested that I get a cardigan as it was the most versitile and that a medium would be the safest choice for size. If it was a little big then she could wear it over a blouse and if it fit perfectly she could just wear it by itself. As I walked out of the diner I knew I didn't want to face that woman again. From where I was standing I could see Myer's department store. Even though this was a small town this store served the whole area and I remembered my Grandfather saying they sold just about everything. I was surprised at just how big it was inside. There was a large staircase leading to the second floor that was located right in the middle of the floor. Not wanting to go through the same sort of humiliation again I decided to go up to the landing and look all around to try and locate where the sweaters might be. I didn't but I did see where the lingerie department was and decided to take a walk through that area. My memories from the stores in the city was that the panties were laid out, very neatly, on tables. I made a quick pass down the aisle and other than seeing some stockings, gloves and what I eventually learned was a garter belt under a glass topped counter, there was nothing else there. I made a return trip back the other way. On this pass I did notice that there were all theses wooden drawers on shelves along the wall. I did see some numbers placed on the front of them but was in such a hurry that I couldn't decipher them. As much as I wanted to I decided against another trip down that aisle.

I found where the sweaters were and bought Elle a powder blue, size medium, cardigan sweater. I was very proud of myself. Armed with a bag with the store's name on it I felt that I now had some legitimacy when I chose to walk down the aisle in the lingerie department again. This time there was a customer there and as I approached, the sales lady was pulling one of the drawers off of the shelves. I slowed, pretending to look at what was in my bag. When I looked up the customer was holding a pair of fancy panties up in front of her. They looked huge. When I passed by I saw a number on the drawer and it was a 7. I also looked at the other drawers and saw numbers from 4 to 10 and also a number of drawers marked Small, Medium and Large. As I walked out onto the street I was happy to know that there were fancy panties that could be purchased in this town.

I had to go get my clothes and things from my Grandparents before heading for home (and Elle). My Grandfather wasn't there but my Grandmother was. I couldn't believe it when she asked me to do her a favor and to run back to the part of town I'd just left. She'd ordered a new hat for the Christmas service at their church and had just recieved a call that it was in. NOT what I wanted to do right about then. She gave me the money and I litterally ran back down to the shopping area. I'd been by that store many times and really never paid any attention to it. It was called "The Rose Shop" or "The Little Hat Store", depending on which sign you looked at. It was really small and very dark inside. There were glass top counters on both sides of the store and hats were displayed on one of them. There was nothing on top of the other counter but kiddy clothes were displayed under the glass. As I waited for someone to wait on me I noticed a display card on top of the glass and the lettering looked vaguely familiar. "Carter's" Then I looked on the wall behind the counter and saw dozens of boxes stacked on top of each other. They all had the same name and lettering on them. I had (and still have) very good vision and in scanning them saw something else that was familiar... "Spanky Pants" was printed on a lot of them.

I stood there feeling that I'd just struck gold. I was trying to remember all the girls I'd known who wore Carters's Spanky Pants when the saleslady finally appeared. I told her why I was there and got the hat box for my Grandmother and headed back. Now I was happy that my Grandmother had wanted me to run that errand. I stored what I'd observed in both stores in the recesses of my mind, not knowing if I'd ever use the information or not.

Arriving home I was greeted with a surprise from my Mother. She'd invited friends from church over to have Christmas eve dinner with us. I'd been counting on having some time alone with Elle but was told I'd have to wait until Christmas day. As it turned out I had to wait until Christmas night to see her. Even though her parents were there, at least her Brother wasn't. We were allowed some privacy to exchange our gifts to each other. Elle also wanted to show me her gifts so we ended up on the floor. Knowing how careful she was about keeping herself covered I was surprised when she gave me a "free show" when reaching under the tree to retrieve one of her presents. It took a few seconds for it to register and I almost missed it. I wasn't sure but it sure looked like her panties were cotton. I was immediately puzzled. During the Summer I'd probably seen all of her panties hanging on the washline at one time or another and never once saw any cotton. But, as I said, I wasn't sure.

I gave her the sweater and she seemed sincerely suprised and aprreciative. The box she handed me was tiny in size and I had no idea what it could be. It was a silver ID bracelet that was in vogue at the time. My name was engraved on the face but what made it so special was that on the back was engraved "Love always, Elle". That was the most definitive expression of how she felt about me that I'd received in any form. I was moved!. Even with her parents in the next room we ended up in a very loving embrace. I was as happy as I could be.

That night I lay in bed puzzling over that glimpse of white that I'd seen under her Christmas tree. Did I really see cotton? Was I seeing things? I was mad at myself for missing such a great opportunity. All I could do was hope that I'd get another chance before returning to school. Alas, it wasn't to be. A few DP's was the best I got and they were, for sure, nylon panties that she was wearing. At least I went back with somthing to think about.

To be continued...

PAVING THE ROAD TO MY FUTURE (Part 9c)

The only good thing about being back at school was that I was now a Senior. That, and the fact that I was in good academic standing for the first time. The extra privileges that those things allowed me helped make time pass a little quicker. Elle and I kept in contact mostly by letter but when I had extra money I'd call. By the time Thanksgiving vacation arrived it was over 11 weeks since we'd seen each other. I didn't get off until the day before Thanksgiving and family tradition called for the whole family to spend it with my Grandparents. That meant Friday would be the first time I'd see her... and Nan. I liked Nan. I really did. But I wanted to see Elle... and not the two of them together. But that wasn't to be. Elle's mother, wanting to make sure that Nan wasn't ignored, told Elle, in no uncertain terms, that she wasn't to go off with me and leave her. About the closest I got to being alone with her was at the movies. I had to leave early Sunday to be back for the dinner meal so I asked Elle to get up early so we could say our "good bye" relatively alone. Unfortunately she overslept. I called her that night and she was noticably upset for not being up in time. So now it was a three week wait until Christmas vacation and seeing her again.

I was REALLY looking forward to that for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that Nan was going to Florida to be with her family and I'd have Elle alone. Another reason was that I'd been accepted as an auxilliary mail carrier to help with the Christmas rush. That would put some much needed money in my pocket. The only problem was I had to stay with my Grandparents to qualify for the job as they had a residence requirement. Elle would only be a little over 10 miles away so it wasn't all that bad. Actually, I was home for three days before she was off from school so for that time it didn't make much difference as her mother wouldn't let her out on school nights anyway and Nan was still there. It wasn't that I didn't see her at all but when I did it was with Nan present only for short periods at a time. We were both looking forward to Thursday night.

Sometimes when you anticipate something so much you end up being disappointed. I guess it was because it had been almost three months since we'd been alone together. We spent most of the time getting to know each other all over again. Everything was fine but it was a far cry from what my fantasies had been. I wanted to do something special for Elle so asked her to go out to dinner with me. My parents had a good friend who ran a restaurant and my Mother set it all up for us. It was a good move. By the time we finished eating we'd gotten back to where we'd been before the hurricane. Going "parking" in my car was not really an option as the heater barely worked. I'd known about it but never got around to doing anything with it. I mostly used the car during the summer and it wasn't a priority then. So, after about a half hour we headed for her house. When we got there we were greeted by a BIG surprise. It was Elle's brother, Henry. He'd joined the Army and had been told he wouldn't get off for Christmas so no one was expecting him. But, there he was. Another night without being alone with Elle.

As it turned out his being home was a good thing (in the big picture, as they say). When he left for the Army his parents cancelled the car insurance covering him. That meant he didn't have "wheels". But I did... and I was dating his Sister... sooooo... he turned to her. Neither Elle nor I were the "party" type and if we did go out to a party it was just over to a few close friends. Henry was different. He loved big noisy parties and as soon as he arrived home made some calls to find out where they were at. He ended up pleading with Elle to have us drive him to one at his best friend's house. Elle was friendly with the sister so we agreed to take him and to go in and see what was going on. Now, neither Elle nor I drank. Even though I'd been exposed to it at home I just didn't like the taste. But it seemed like everybody there did. It was noisy and even though it was fairly early (it wasn't 10pm yet) there were some very drunk people there. Most were older college kids but one person we saw was a girl in the class behind Elle. Everybody knew her... and her reputation. BJ was small in stature but big in other ways. After seeing her the first thing we did was to try and figure out who had brought her. According to her reputation, whoever it was was going to "score" that night. BJ had a lot of "baggage". When she drank she became what we then called "vulgar". Her father was a merchant seaman and somehow, someway, BJ learned a LOT of bawdy jokes from him. When she was drunk, or almost there, people around her would egg her on to tell some. And that was what we were about to witness. My guess is that there were probably 20 people or so at the party. The largest room in the house was actually a patio that had been converted. It had been roofed and enclosed with jalousie windows. Somebody got a coffee table for BJ to stand on (so we could see her) and another drink to keep her going. I was looking forward to the "show" (when you spend as much time as I had with a bunch of horny boys you learn to appreciate things like this.) but I could see Elle was uncomfortable. But we were pretty much trapped as long as her brother was there.

Some of the jokes were really bad but some were really funny. I have no idea how long she was on the table but it was pretty obvious that she was now really drunk. She was having trouble staying on the table and also saying some words which, in itself, was pretty funny. She got to really struggling with one word and everybody was laughing. Then she got to laughing too and almost fell off the table. Somebody grabbed her and pushed her back up but right after they did she let out a loud "OH SHIT!". That got everyones attention. I was sitting on the arm of the chair Elle was in and was in a good position to see what happened next. Right after her exclamation she grabbed at the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her chin and proceeded to peer at her crotch. At first all that registered in my brain was that she was wearing a really fancy pair of panties. They immediately reminded me of one of the panties that I'd bought for MJ a few years before. But my thoughts were interrupted when some guy jumped up and pointed at BJ and yelled "she pissed herself!". As soon as he did she dropped her skirt and tried to get off the table. It was completely surrounded by people sitting on the floor so she was left to stagger around trying to find an opening to get down. All this took probably no more than 30 seconds but my bulge was certainly prominent by then. I did not see any evidence of her wetting from where I was located but I sure got a good look at those panties.

We ended up leaving before midnight (Elle's curfew) but not before we saw BJ, passed out, get stuffed into the back seat of someones car. I didn't have but more than a few minutes alone with Elle and, as the next day was Christmas eve, told her I'd see her after I got off work. On the way back to my Grandparents house I found myself fixated on BJ's fancy panties. In all the time I'd been back home (and away from the city) and with all the panties I'd seen since then, it was puzzling to me why I'd not seen many fancy panties. I was still thinking about that in bed.

To be continued...

PAVING THE ROAD TO MY FUTURE (Part 9b appended part 2)

By the next day we had a pretty good idea of just how bad a storm it was. Groups of neighbors had come up with plans to cope without power. My Father knew of two wells where you could put an old fashioned hand pump on and get water. Two men volunteered to head west to the nearest town with power to buy basic food. Almost everybody had tried to use the food in their refrigerators so that it didn't spoil. (Refrigerators in those days were really small and didn't hold very much and very few had freezers.) Peanut butter and jelly were the delicacy of the day surrounded by Oreos for dessert.
I'd spent very little time with or at Elle's since my "scolding" but I'd see her from time to time and would wave to her. Her Father's boat had survived, unscathed, which I couldn't say for my own boat. We'd gotten a decent pathway from the driveway to the house so my Father agreed to go with me to see what we'd have to do to salvage it. The tide was out so it was accessible. It was half buried in the sand, While we were looking at it Elle and Nan showed up. My Father said the first step was to get as much sand out of the inside of it and then maybe we could enlist some help to carry it up to the road. I started scooping the sand out with my hands and before I knew it both the girls were helping as well. Because it was cool out they were both wearing jeans and light jackets. It didn't take long for us all to get warm though. After Nan took off her jacket and started in again I witnessed a very noticable DP (downpants). It's funny in that, with as much time as Elle and Nan spent together, that I'd had virtually no "peeks" of any kind of her panties. The best I'd been able to withness had been on the day we'd gone to the island when I saw her panties along side Elle's on the clothesline later that day. But this was really up close. I kept looking over at Elle hoping to replicate the view but to no avail. My Father found some men who came down and we managed to get the boat up to the road and eventually home. I was relieved that there was no structural damage. It would have to be refinished and that WAS a concern.

For some reason most families retreated to their homes when it got dark. There was nothing to do there and I'd asked if I could go over to Elle's but was told "no". The next day I took my car out for the first time and headed for the gas station. What normally took less than 10 minutes took about 20 minutes. I was surprised to see a line of cars lined up for gas. My immediate thought was that power had been resored but it wasn't to be. Cliff, the owner (and driver of my racecar) had rigged up a way to pump gas. He'd backed his wife's 1934 Ford (with the narrow tires) up to the pump and took the tire off the rim. He then got a thin piece of rope and looped it around the rim and the pump wheel. With the motor running and then by putting it in gear he was able to get gas into the customers cars. It was the only gas for 25 miles! I soon found myself back at work. There were a hundred rumors floating around. Every customer seemed to bring a new one. The one thing we found out, for sure, was that no perishable foods would be delivered to the area until power was restored. That meant meant no regular job for me and a lot of little trips up West to get limited, but usable amounts of food, by the residents. It didn't take long for us to run out of gas at the station and even that job was done.

In our community almost all the Summer residents left for their winter homes as soon as they had cleaned up a bit of the debris and secured their homes. That night, Elle, Nan and I walked the whole beach and only found five families still there. It had gotten back to being seasonably warm by them and that night we sat out on what was left of the dock in front of my house until it was dark. We didn't have much to say.

Friday was the first glimmer of hope that we'd finally be seeing lights. The Lighting Company trucks were in town and putting in new poles. That was BIG excitement and, in thinking back on it, it was pretty funny. I have no idea how many people were there watching but the grounds at the Methodist Church were packed. We were able to garner some information from the workers and they hoped to have most power back on the following day. When that word got passed around there was a big cheer. My Father had gone to pick up my Mother to bring her home that day and had brought back a real treat for not only us but for Elle and her family as well. His Cousin had gotten power back the day before and had gone shopping for "real" food. Knowing that none of us had eaten much of any substantial food had gone and roasted a couple of chickens. Since we cooked with LP, it wasn't a problem doing the veggies up. I always loved Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners but this one almost matched it.

On Saturday the gas station got a small delivery of gas and I went back to work. The lights went on right around dinner time. It was intermittent at first but, by dark, it was back for good. It was somewhat ironic as we ran aout of gas at just about the same time.

There was still a LOT of clean up to go. The problem was there was no place to put the debris except the town landfill. The businesses with trucks were going from dawn to dusk hauling the stuff away. Sunday was no exception. I was to leave for school on Tuesday and my Mother had almost two weeks of my laundry to do before I left so she was busy. It was the same for Elle's mother as her school was now scheduled to open on Tuesday. I pretty much had the day free and, of course, spent it with Elle and Nan. I would've preferred it to be just Elle and me. For lack of anything else to do the three of us ended up raking her yard. The benefit, for me, was that as Elle's mother put the wash out I got to see a lot of panties. I don't have an exact number but between the three of them it was over two dozen. I DO remember a LOT of white blowing in the wind.

Monday was Labor Day. It was good that it was because it was time for everybody to take a break. I had to go say my "good bye's to my Grandparents and pack. Elle and I had a few private minutes that night and even though it wasn't a memorable parting I was convinced that everything was good between us. My father and I left for school at 6am Tuesday. For me, Summer was "officially" over.

To be continued...

PAVING THE ROAD TO MY FUTURE (Part 9b appended)

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This is the first part (of two) of the original story that I had shortened in Part 9b. At the request of "badside" I'm entering it here.
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Back in the early 50's there wasn't much news about hurricanes. Television for our area was minimal,at best, so most people relied on the radio. Because we were so far from the city we mostly listened to Connecticut stations from across the sound. If there was something important happening in the news I'd usually hear about it from the customers at the market. I'd heard a few people mention that there was a hurricane out in the Atlantic Ocean but there didn't seem to be much concern about it. It started raining on Saturday which meant no car races and, usually, a whole evening with Elle. Not this Saturday. She'd promised Nan to help her pack for her move. So I worked at the gas station. Sunday was another gloomy day. Even though it was raining we raced the sailboats anyway. It was a good day for me as I won both races and clinched the club championship. I was looking forward to celebrating with Elle but she was still at Nan's. Normally, I wouldn't have a second though about going over there but, with the way things were for the past few days between us, I decided against it. It was back to the gas station for me.

I've mentioned that the area where I lived was a Summer destination for many families. There were three types... owner occupied bungalows, seasonal (Memorial day to labor day) rentals and monthly rentals. The end of August was coming up on Tuesday and with two days of rain and more predicted, a number of them decided to pack up an leave early. My decision to go to the station was welcomed by the owner, Cliff, (who usually worked alone on Sunday nights). We probably waited on as many customers from 6pm to 9pm as we'd wait on any given weekday. Normally we'd close at 9pm but Cliff, asked me to stay for as long as there were customers. We had a small radio in the office but we were never in there long enough to hear anything important. It was almost 11pm when I couldn't see any headlights from either direction so turned out the lights to the sign. As I was closing up up I did hear that the hurricane, named Carol, (It was the first year for naming hurricanes.) was off Cape Hatteras, North Carolina. I'd just been to North Carolina and, to me, it was a LONG way away. I went home and collapsed into bed.

My brother had spent the month of August at a camp in New Hampshire. My parents left Sunday morning to go pick him up and my Grandparents had come to "oversee" my comings and goings. I awoke to a dull "thump-thump-thump" outside my bedroom window. I looked outside and a small cedar tree was right there, leaning againt the house. I ran downstairs to see the bay all roiled up with white caps. I looked towards the East and could see some of the boats that were anchored out in the bay had sunk. Then, almost scaring me, I heard someone knocking at the door. It was a young teenaged girl who lived down the road. She'd come to tell me that my boat that I kept down at the creek had turned over. I took off on a dead run. I didn't notice how hard the rain was as I was running with the wind. But I found out when I got to the boat. With the wind, it hurt! I surveyed the situation and, wanting to salvage something, went about removing the mast. No sooner had I gotten it out when a gust of wind picked the boat up and started it tumbling across the sand. I picked up the mast and headed home feeling much sorrow for the loss of my boat. I've never felt rain hit me that hard before or after. It normally took five minutes to get from the creek to my house. It was easily 20 to 25 minutes as I struggled against the wind. As I got up to Elle's house I couldn't believe my eyes. There were three trees completely down and a lot of broken limbs. I'd only been gone a little more than an hour. I finally made it to my yard and deposited the mast along side the house. Then I collapsed on the porch.

All the wind noise had finally woken my grandparents and when they couldn't find me they went into a panic. My grandfather finally found me and it was, again, another toungue lashing for me not letting them know where I'd gone. But, those are the things you do when you're 17. Hurricane Carol turned out to be a living science lesson. The "eye" of the storm passed right over us. When it did the wind stopped and the sun came out. I remember it happeneing very fast. By then the tide had risen so far up that the road was covered. I was outside surveying all the damage to the yard when I saw some of the kids from the east end (the original strip poker kids) rowing a boat down the road. I went out to talk with them and saw Elle and her mother on her front porch. I made my way through the debris and to her house. They hadn't lost any trees but there were a lot of limbs down. I asked if she wanted to walk down to the creek with me to see if there was anything left of my boat. She said she'd get her camera. I remember that she was wearing jeans and her rolling her pants legs up. We hadn't made it past the next house before she was in knee deep water. I asked if she wanted to go back and she said "no". By the time we got to the last house before the creek the water was over my waist and almost up to her breasts. I found my boat filled with water and sand but relatively sound.

About then, things began to change. Almost like a light switch, it got dark and the wind returned but from the other direction. It took about 15 minutes to get back but by then it was raining again. I left Elle at her house and headed home. The lights were out and there was no telephone. My Grandparents were concerned because there really wasn't much food in the house. My parents had been expected back that day and my Grandparents were to head back to their home. We had no idea where my parents were and if they'd been caught up in the storm. It was about 5pm when the wind abated and we all went out to resurvey the damage again. When I went over to Elle's I found them (Elle, her mother and Nan) carrying buckets of water out from their cellar. Elle's Father, a fisherman, had gone to be with his boat even before daybreak and hadn't returned. I took a look in the cellar and told them to stop as there was no way for them to get the water out. It would have to be pumped out. I mentioned to Elle's mother about my Grandparents concern about food and she said that she'd done her weekly shopping and was sure she could spare some things until my parents arrived. The tide had gone out to the point that we could walk in the road again. A quick turn through the neighborhood only stood to reinforce our original sighting. It was a mess!

There was little anyone could do that night. The next morning the clean-up began. It was clear and cool. One of the major problems was that there were so many trees down and some of the larger ones were lying across the road. No one in the community had a chain saw so we were severely limited. The men gathered to tackle the trees in the road as best they could. That, at least, would give us access to town. The rest of us started clearing away the tree limbs that were covering our lawns. My Father and brother showed up around noon time. They had to walk over two miles, climbing over trees and limbs all the way. My Mother had decided to stay at my Grandparents house (even though they were still with me) when my Father stopped there to survey the damage at their house. I went over to Elle's and Elle, her mother and Nan were still working in their yard when I showed up. As I walked up I saw the three of them dragging this big tree limb off into the woods behind Elle's house. I waited for them but only Elle's mother and Nan came out. I started walking in when I heard Nan call out to me. I stopped and she told me that Elle didn't want to see me right then. My first thought was it had to do with the panties I'd given her. I gave Nan a funny look as to why and she, surprisingly, pointed to her crotch and then to Elle. I sort of laughed as Nan had been with Elle when they peed in the boat so I kept going towards her. I was a bit puzzled as she knew I knew about her situation but when I got almost up to her it was very obvious what had happened. All of the times I'd seen her wet she was in shorts. This time she was in jeans and she was wet to her ankles. I did my best not to look in that area and took her hand and led her out of the woods. I know she was embarassed but we got right back to work. I stayed and helped until they all stopped to get something to eat. What really surprised me was that her Mother never said anything about it because it was fairly noticable. What excited me. though, was that she continued to work in the wet clothes, ignoring the obvious. It was hard to keep my "bulge" under control. When I got back to my house my Father was upset that I'd gone off when there was so much to be done around our own house and, more or less, "grounded" me.

I later found out what had happened. With the storm had come high water (totally around Elle's house) and the septic system had become filled with sea water. That severely restricted toilet use. Elle had been putting off going but in straining to drag the limb into the woods she overdid it and had leaked. Once in the woods she just let it all go, not expecting to see anybody, especially me. The scolding I got from my Father was well worth it for the lasting memory of working side by side with her in peed in clothes. I never did find out why she never went in the house and changed.

A couple of men had managed to get up to town and had gotten a chain saw to cut the road blocking trees. My father had tried to describe the damage to the town itself but it took a first hand view to really grasp it. Eleven Maple trees that lined the Main road as you approached the town had been blown over and across the road. When they came down they tore down the power and telephone wires AND the poles that held them. There was only one road open to head West and that was reduced to one lane in some areas. It was about 7pm when we got to town and nothing was open. In looking in the window of the market where I worked it appered that the shelves were pretty much bare. My Father guessed that the owner had made it in to town earlier and opened up. Unless you could get to another person's house there was no way to communicate at all. There were probably 50 or so people there in the heart of town at that time and nobody had any idea what to do... so we headed back home.

To be continued...

PAVING THE ROAD TO MY FUTURE (Part 9b)

The third thing worthy of mention was the result of an unusual set of circumstances. Elle's father and mine were born but three days apart and in the same year. Rather than have two parties, my mother and Elle's mother worked it out that they would have one party and take turns holding it. This year it was to be at my house. We managed to get our work schedules changed to make it work. Elle had gone over to Nan's house after she'd finished up her shift and I was to go pick her up. When I got there I found that they'd walked down to the bay. By the time I caught up with her we were late for the party. The three of us ran back to Nan's house but when we were almost there Elle stopped. I was way ahead of the two of them and didn't notice until I was back by my car. I was exhorting them to hurry because I knew our mothers would be mad. When they got to the car Nan was trying to persuade Elle to go in the house. I, on the other hand, wanted her to get in the car. She chose the latter. As she slid in I just happened to notice that she had drawn her skirt up to her waist, barely exposing her panties. THAT caught my attention but I didn't know why she'd done it. We were both quiet on the trip to my house and when we got there Elle headed for her house instead of going up the walk with me. I was upset knowing I was going to get some "heat" for being late. I still needed to change out of my work clothes as well. My mother was there as I walked in and, as expected, gave me "holy hell". After she'd had her say she walked back to the dining room and I headed upstairs. As I did I saw Elle coming up the walk. I could see she was very agitated. I went back out on the porch to see what was wrong. Now she knew I knew about her "dribble" problems but it was something she didn't talk to me about. However, this time she did.

In running back from the beach with Nan she'd "leaked". And it was a lot. When we'd arrived in my driveway it had been her plan to go home and get a dry pair of panties before coming over to my house. She was concerned about wearing her wet panties while sitting on our furniture and didn't know what to do. However, when she got to her house she found the door locked.

I stood there listening to her and out of the blue I came up with a solution. I'd seen Judy (of the Wendy/Judy summer) a few days before and when Elle was telling me about needing dry panties I remembered that I still had that pair of Judy's "Spanky Pants" from the time she'd sailed with me. I ran up the stairs and to my hiding place. I just grabbed them and ran back down. She was still standing on the porch so I opened the screen door and pulled her inside. I'd wadded the panties up in my hand and stuffed them into one of hers and then pushed her towards the downstairs bathroom. I knew my mother was probably now fuming so I, still in my work clothes, walked to the dining room where our parents were seated. Elle followed a minute or so later. When she looked at me she gave me one of those "looks" that can freeze a person. I knew it had to do with the panties. We both knew we were in trouble as there wasn't much conversation the rest of the evening. Elle's parents made her go home with them when they left so I never got to speak with her alone. I got another "dose" of anger from my mother and then headed off to the gas station to finish my shift. I just knew Elle was going to want to know the "who, what and why" about the panties and, the more I thought about it the more I worried about it. My grandfather had espoused telling the truth from the time I knew him. He'd say that if you told the truth you had nothing to forget. I wasn't so sure about it then.

We were back on our regular work schedule the next day. I'd take my lunch break and go home and usually eat it with her and then we'd both go back to work. When I showed up she wasn't there. Her mother told me she didn't know where she was. That worried me. I waited until I HAD to leave and then she appeared. I said "Hi" but got no response. It remained that way the rest of the day. That night, when I picked her up from work, she finally opened up. I can honestly say that I didn't know what to expect from her. She asked... I told her... silence.

It took another day for things to get back to "normal". I felt, at the time, that she didn't entirely belive me. The "hang up" was that I hadn't given the panties back. But, what WAS interesting was that she didn't give the panties back to me! (I'll get back to that later.)

There was one other item of interest (at least to me). Elle was due to go back to school on Wednesday which meant my time with her would be further reduced. It rained on Saturday which caused the stock car races to be cancelled. It was both good and bad. The good, of course, was that I'd have the whole evening with Elle. The bad was in that it meant I would only be around for two more nights of racing and the car was doing well. I'd hoped to take her to a movie but when I showed up she was jumping around with joy. Arrangements had been made between Nan's parents and Elle's parents to allow Nan to stay and to complete her senior year of High School. Some of her siblings had already left for Florida with her Father. Her Mother was leaving on Monday with the rest of them and Nan had to get her things to Elle's house. Elle "recruited" me to help. It was definitely not a part of my plans. By the time we'd moved everything over to Elle's they decided Nan might as well stay. That totally ruined my chances to spend any time alone with her.

Sunday found more rain and higher winds. It wasn't so bad that the sailboat races were cancelled so I competed. I did well enough to clinch the club championship. That helped take my mind off the fact that most of Elle's time would be taken up with Nan.
Since she was "busy" I volunteered to work at the gas station. The owner was glad to see me as it had been busier than usual all day. Hurricane forecasting in the early 50's left a lot to be desired. I'd heard some people at the market mention there was a storm in the Atlantic but none of them seemed concerned. Since our area was one with a lot of Summer rentals and the month due to end on Tuesday, with two days of rain and two more predicted a fair number of the renters decided to head back early and that was why we had the extra business. I normally shut the station down at 9pm but the owner asked me to keep it open until business really slowed down. At 10:45pm I pulled the light switch. I had to put the money away and while I was doing it I happened to hear a mention of hurricane Carol (it was the first year of naming storms) and that it was off Cape Hatteras, North Carolina. I didn't think much of it as I knew North Carolina was a long way away.

I awoke Monday morning to the full fury of "Carol". Power was off which meant no water (we were all on well water that needed to be pumped to the surface) and no telephone. The eye of the storm passed directly over us (a real life science lesson) and by the time it passed by there were dozens of trees completely down and broken branches hid the lawns. The road to town was completely blocked by downed trees and power lines. We had about three hours to survey the damage before it got dark. No one had power generators in those days and worse, no one was prepared in any way for what we'd experienced. The market was opened on Tuesday afternoon by the owner and by dark everyhing was pretty much gone. There was no need for me. Elle had already given the drug store notice that she wouldn't be in during the daytime any more so she was free as well. Since the gas station needed electricity to pump the gas it was closed as well. That left nothing to do but to start cleaning the mess up.

Elle, her mother and Nan were working in their yard when I showed up. As I walked up I saw the three of them dragging this big tree limb off into the woods behind Elle's house. I waited for them but only Elle's mother and Nan came out. I started walking in when I heard Nan call out to me. I stopped and she told me that Elle didn't want to see me right then. My first thought was it had to do with the panties I'd given her. I gave Nan a funny look as to why and she, surprisingly, pointed to her crotch and then to Elle. I sort of laughed as Nan had been with Elle when they peed in the boat so I kept going towards her. I was a bit puzzled as she knew I knew about her situation but when I got almost up to her it was very obvious what had happened. All of the times I'd seen her wet she was in shorts. This time she was in jeans and she was wet to her ankles.

With the storm had come high water (totally around Elle's house) and the septic systems were filled with sea water. That severely restricted toilet use. Elle had been putting off going but straining to drag the limb into the woods had done her in. I ended up staying and helping them (at the price of a good scolding from my parents) and the lasting memory of it was that Elle never went and changed her clothes. It was a good thing that we were all honestly busy helping or the occasional "bulge" might have given me away.

Power was restored that Saturday. It took six days. Elle's (and Nan's) school opening was delayed for a week which, coincidently was the day I had to return to my school. I don't have any more panty peeks or such for that time but could write a good sized story about what it was like for all of us living through that week... but I won't.

To be continued...

PAVING THE ROAD TO MY FUTURE (Part 9a)

The rest of my time back at school went by very rapidly. I did what I
had to, passing all my courses and got promoted as a student in good
standing. I arrived home primed for a great Summer.

I've been struggling with just what to do right here. So many things
were changing in my life as compared to what it had been like before.
If I don't give some background a lot of what I write will be
hard to understand. I've decided to go ahead with it even though none
of it pertains to panties, hoping that you'll muddle through and that
you'll be "rewarded" in the not too distant future.

I've told you about my sailboat racing and just finished telling you
that I had just fallen in love with horses. But I had yet another
(non female) "love". It was stock car racing. The father of a good
friend (who hasn't been mentioned up to now) had built a race car and
on race nights (when I wasn't away at school) went with them to the
track. I'd bugged my Father to let me have my own race car but with my
grades in the toilet there was no chance. Of course my mother had a
negative view of the idea. My father hadn't been totally for the idea
of me going away to boarding school but had given in (as always) to my
Mother. So, from "guilt" he had promised me that if I was
promoted "in good standing" he would allow me to have a race car. In
anticipation of my success he'd purchased an old jalopy for $35. So
that was one of the things on my horizon for the summer. Another was a
brand new sailboat. I'd been saving all my money to get a real racing
sailboat and it was due to be delivered soon after my return home.
On top of that there was the $300 to buy a car that was burning a
hole in my pocket. Actually, the most important thing was to find a
job to support all my activites. In short there was a lot going on.

And there was Elle... I managed to squeeze a little time for her
but, since she was still in school and working part time, she didn't
have a lot of time for me. That worked out in the long run.
She worked at the drug store downtown and one day I went to pick
her up and ran into a family friend. That led to me applying for and
getting a job right across the street at one of the small food
markets in town. It wasn't that much money but I worked it out so
I could get occasional time off to race my new boat. That, and the
fact that I'd get to see (much) more of Elle, was what made the deal
for me. The fellow who was going to drive my race car had a filling
station (that's what they were called at that time) and since I'd be
working on the car right there he offered me a job pumping gas from
6pm to 9pm on nights we weren't racing. All of a sudden my whole
day was filled.

Once school was out Elle started working full time and we were able
to coordinate our schedules so that I could drive her to work and
back. She'd finish up at 9pm and I'd pick her up. The bigest problem
we had was that her overly strict mother had a 10pm curfew for her.
It didn't give us a lot of time alone. There really wasn't time to
go "parking" so we ended up just going back to her house or my house.
Not very romantic! But I was patient. I had no choice. I really
liked her and that was the price I had to pay.

As you can imagine the summer just flew by. It was not a big summer
for panty peeks though. However, there were three events that took
place near the end of the summer that I feel are worth mentioning.

Elle's best school friend, Nan, had recently found out that she and
her family would be moving to Florida. Her father had bought a
business there and had already moved. Nan and her siblings (there
were eight of them) were finishing out the summer and would leave
in time for school to start. This was devastaing news to both of
them. Close friends from fifth grade on, they were beside themselves.
Even though Elle had gone to the races with me each race night she
really didn't like them. Once she recieved the news of Nan's pending
move she decided to spend those nights with Nan. It didn't affect
our time together all that much because I really never was with her
except to drive her home. It rained on one of those nights which
meant I could see Elle. By the time I got home she'd already gone to
Nan's so I drove over. When I showed up there were a lot of
neighborhood kids there. With the rain, they'd all gathered into the
kitchen. The attraction was Nan's visiting cousin. He was studying
acting in the city but his hobby was mime. He had everybody entranced.
I just joined the back of the group, not even letting Elle know
I was there. Every so often he would do something that elicited gales
of laughter from the group. Thinking back on it, he really was
pretty funny. In any case, all of a sudden Nan's brother called out
"Somebody wet their pants!" from the dorway to the hall and then waved
a pair of panties over his head. With that my antennae was up and
searching. I didn't have to look very far as Elle, who was standing
on one side of the group, turned bright crimson. Nan's brother turned
and ran down the hall while I made my way, slowly, over to where Elle
was standing. I pretty much knew what most of her clothes looked like
and I didn't recognize the shorts she was wearing. It wasn't positive
confirmation but it was enough for me. I didn't say anything hoping
that she'd volunteer something later on. She did.

Whereas her "dribble problem" had improved she was now faced
with a new one. Laughing or coughing would cause her to leak.
By wearing a skirt the "damage" was hidden from view but when
wearing shorts it wasn't. She found herself laughing uncontrolably
at Nan's Cousin's routines and had leaked.With everyone's attention
taken, she slipped down the hall and into Nan's room. During the
school year they had often exchanged clothes so she just picked out
a pair of shorts and a pair of Nan's panties. She wanted to wash
up a bit so took them to the bathroom to change. While in there
someone knocked and wanted to come in. She didn't know what to do
with her wet clothes so tried to hide them behind the toilet.
It didn't work. Even though I never got to see the "evidence" I was
very much aroused. My problem was to keep that fact
hidden from Elle. No mean feat!

One of the things that sometimes takes over a male teenagers mind is
that he's superior to his peers. In my group of male friends there was
a fixation of doing daring (read that as "STUPID") things to prove
it. Being so busy, I'd managed to avoid getting caught up in the
really stupid stunts. One of the major topics of converstion had to do
with an island located out in the middle of the bay. We all agreed on
some things concerning it (basically that it was unoccupied except
for a caretaker and that no one was allowed to go on the island) but
disagreed on the "myth" surrounding the caretaker. The "story" was
that he was a crazed old man who did nothing but ride around the
island in an old jeep with a shotgun. He'd look for anybody to dared
to go ashore and when he'd find one he'd shoot holes in the boat.
Then he'd go looking for the culprits. It got better... Supposedly
when he found them he'd "shoot first and and ask questions later".
If I heard that story once I heard it a dozen times.
I have no idea where the "myth" started but I do know that it
was enhanced that summer by one of my friends. He'd been invited
to go fishing with this retired doctor who's favorite place to fish
was right off one end of the island. When he returned he couldn't
wait to tell us that he'd seen not only the man and the jeep but
that he'd heard about 5 or 6 shots. With one of "our own" adding to
the lore a lot of the guys bought into it. I didn't. So I volunteered
to take any of them that dared to go over to the island in my
father's boat. There were more excuses heard as to why some of them
couldn't go than there were hours of daylight. I was able to get a
few to halfheartedly commit. I set a date and wrangled a half day
off from my daytime job. On the morning of the big adventure I got
the outboard motor onto the boat and then waited for the guys. As
it turned out the only ones to show up were Elle, her friend Nan
and a neighbor, Bev. They'd come to wish us luck. But with no guys
there I started teasing them and challenging them to go instead.
I can still remember Elle shaking her head in a negative
motion. But Bev was all for it. She started in on the other two
and it ended up being "I'll go if you'll go" with all three of them
getting into the boat. I'd wanted to leave around 8am and it was now
closer to 9. Elle and I had to be at work at 1pm and it would take
at least a half hour to get there. Just as we were about to leave
Bev got the idea to take a camera so we could prove we'd been on the
island. That added a little more time to our departure.

As it was, the friend whose father had built a racecar (and had built
mine) had lived on the island until he started school. His father
had been caretaker there for about five years and my friend had told
me that there were actually three buildings on the island. There
was a "Lodge" where the owner and his guests would stay when visiting
and the house where he and his family had lived. There was also a
barn and they were all located on the North end. That's where I set
out to land, hoping to find and take pictures of them. We approached
from the West looking for the lowest sand dune to climb. We beached
the boat and made our way up the dune to the tree line. Luckily
we picked a spot not too far from the path that served as a road.
But before we could catch our breath we heard the sound of a motor.
I kid you not... We literally DOVE into the bushes lining the path.
We each ended up basically alone as I couldn't see any of the others.
The jeep passed by probably no more than 10 feet from where I was
but I never saw the man or the jeep. After I was sure he was gone I
called to the others and we gathered in the road. Eveybody was
shaking. The jeep had been heading away from us so I felt we had a
fair amount of time to try and find the buildings. The first thing
we found was a small pond with a little double ended boat in it. It
was floating and had no water in it. That meant that it was used
for something. One thing I noticed was that there was very little
paint showing with none on the seats. Elle said she wanted me to
take a picture of her sitting in it. The other girls helped her get
in and I snapped the picture. After she got out I looked at the boat
and saw that the seat that she'd just left was wet. I'd not given
her "problem" a thought... until then. She was wearing a pair of
navy blue cotton shorts which, even though wet, didn't show it. I
positioned myself to be behind her as we continued on and was unable
to see it. That disappointed me but at least I did know, for sure,
that she had wet her pants.

We found the buildings, took the pictures and made our way back to
the boat without hearing the sound of the jeep. When we got to the
boat we found that with the tide going out it was now at least five
feet from the water. It took a lot of effort (even with the motor off
the boat) to get it back in the water. As a result of all the effort
Elle had leaked again and this time I did notice... which caused a
bulge to start to appear. As soon as we were afloat Bev started
complaining that she needed a toilet. Nan chimed in as well but Elle
was quiet. It would take about a half hout to get back home but only
10 minutes to this little seaport town just off the North end of the
island. I told them that we needed to get back as it was almost noon.
Bev was really adamant so I gave in. Once there I couldn't find a
place to go ashore. Marina's had not come into vogue and with low tide
the only dock was too high for us to be able to get off. I apologized
and headed home. It wasn't even 5 minutes before I saw a yellow puddle,
right in front of me, in the bottom of the boat. I didn't know who it
was but I felt it was Bev what with all her wailing for a toilet.
We were almost back to my house when I noticed that the yellow puddle
had grown. There was no way to hide my bulge at this point. The idea
that possibly all three girls had wet themselves in my boat was too
much to repress. About 15 feet from shore Bev jumped overboard. I got
just a glimps of her wet butt as she did. Elle was next but as I
watched her it was hard to tell, just as it had been back on the
island. Nan stayed in the boat until it was firmly on shore. When she
stood up I got the best view of peed in wet pants that I'd ever
seen. She was wearing light blue cotton shorts which were plastered
to her butt. I got a "double" because there was a beautiful VPL
(visible panty line) as well. She carefully stepped out of the boat
and then calmly walked into the water up to her knees. She then
squatted down with the water now up to her waist. Elle and Bev were
walking ashore by then and Bev was wet from head to toe. Her blouse
was like shrink wrap against her body. My bulge had begun to go down
until I got sight of that. I knew I had to get going but I actually
had to wait for the three girls to leave before I could get up.

Nan and Elle headed for her house to get changed and a bite to eat.
After putting the boat and motor away I barely had time to change
before it was time to get Elle (and Nan) and head for work. I found
them in Elle's side yard eating. As I walked up I couldn't help but
notice all the clothes they'd been wearing now hung neatly on the
washline. What really caught my eye was that their panties were hung
side by side, blowing back and forth almost in concert with each
other. I remember thinking that as close as the two of them were it
was fitting.

To be continued...

A LEARNING PROCESS (Part 8d)

Because I'd been away for so long my grandparents longed to see me.
Each winter they would spend a few months in North Carolina. My
Grandfather "bribed" me to spend spring vacation with them. The offer
was $300 to buy my own car (provided I passed my courses, as well).
My "practical" nature took over and I agreed to it even though there
really wasn't anything to do there. My grandfather had trained and
ridden show horses until a riding accident made him stop. He never
got over his love of horses and, a few years after WW 2, he bought
a few race horses (Trotters, not running horses). I had fun following
following their exploits but never had the opportunity to get up
close and personal with them. That all changed in North Carolina.
(I mention it now as it becomes an integral part of the story a bit
further on.) I got closer to them than I thought possible and spent
the week walking and taking care of them. I became "hooked" as they
say. Horses filled my day but nights were boring. The hotel where
my grandparents stayed was primarily for old folks. My brother and I
were a rare sight for the other guests... until about mid week. No
longer were we the only "children" (in the eyes of the guests) as a
whole family arrived; grandparents, parents and kids. There was a
girl and a boy. The girl was near my age and the boy was a little
older than my brother. I was desperate to get out from being my
brother's keeper and, as I found out, the girl (Gail) felt the same
about her brother. We didn't get together until the night of their
second day there. That was Bingo night, one of the highlights of
the week for the regular guests. Once we got our brothers set up we
begged off and went outside and sat on the steps to talk and get
acquainted. She was very much a tomboy and I remember her resenting
that her parents made her wear a dress even after dinner. It wouldn't
have taken me long to figure that out just by the way she sat. Her
legs were spread and I just wished I could've figured out a way to
go down the steps to take a peek. After a while she suggested we
take a walk around the area. I'd never done that so I had no idea
what was around. As luck (mine) would have it, we found a small park.
We found swings, monkey bars and a small merry-go round. As soon as
she saw them she was off and running. I'll admit, right up front,
that I was no match for her athletic ability. We started on the
swings and I couldn't believe the height she was able to achieve all
on her own. Next we went to the monkey bars and I couldn't do half of
what she could. I did manage a peek at her panties as she climbed to
the top. She challenged me to do cartwheels which made her a clear
winner. I'd never mastered that at all. But I didn't mind losing on
this one as I had about 3 real good looks at her panties. We sat on
the merry-go-round while she caught her breath. I thought she was
done but it wasn't over yet. She challenged me to to do a handstand.
This I could do, but not for long. It took me a few tries but I
finally made it. She just laughed. As I flopped down she proceeded
to get up on her hands and then she stayed there, actually walking
on them. Wearing a dress didn't slow her down a bit... thank
goodness. The best way to describe what I saw is to call it a "free
show". It didn't matter to her that I was standing right next to her
while she was upsidedown with her dress around her face. My only
complaint was that the lighting wasn't very good. I wrote in my
spiral notebook that I thought she was wearing white cotton panties
but I couldn't tell for sure. One thing that was for sure was that
it was certinly fodder for my panty fantasies (as well as multiple
wet dreams) that night.

The next day was a full but fun day with the horses at the track
On the way back to the hotel I started thinking about Gail and the
night before. I began hoping that we'd repeat the previous night.
When we saw each other on the way to dinner she "challenged" me,
saying that she wanted to return to the park after dinner. I was
beside myself with anticipation. Unfortunately she'd gotten
permission from her parents to change into jeans. It was not what
I was waiting for. The best I could glean from our time there was
an occasional glimpse of white around the waistband of her jeans.
On our way back to the hotel she asked (almost begged) to go to the
track with me the next day. Her Grandfather, Father and Brother had
gone off to play golf she, her Mother and Grandmother had toured the
flower gardens of the area. She was desperate to escape from them.
I found my Grandfather and asked if she could go. Being an old school
gentleman, he insited that he be the one to formally invite her by
asking permission from her family. It was granted and, as a result,
a new family friendship was born.

After a great day at the track we returned to the hotel. Gail and I
agreed to go back to the park to work on my cartwheels and hand
stands after dinner. Unbeknown to us it was "game night" at the hotel.
My grandmother had done a good job of "selling" game night to Gail's
family and they "suggested" that we ALL participate. It was NOT what
either of us wanted. She, under the circumstances, wasn't allowed to
change to jeans which didn't make her very happy. After about an hour
of "agony" playing games with all these old people I pleaded to be
excused. That allowed Gail the opening to leave as well. We walked out
onto the porch and sat on the steps. As I remember it we didn't say
much. Finally I got up and told her I'd be right back. The hotel was
built into a big U. My room was at the end of one of the wings. I
went to the room for a pad so I could get her address. There was a
door to the outside at the end of the hall and, not wanting to go
back through the lobby, (long story) chose to return to the porch by
walking around the outside of the building. As I climbed the steps I
couldn't believe my eyes. Gail was leaning back on her elbows with
her dress hem pulled up into her lap... with her legs spread a little
more than modesty would've dictated. I certainly didn't mind. She was
looking over her shoulder towards the highway and I know she didn't
see me. I'd made it up the steps more than halfway before she noticed.
The real surprise was that she didn't put her legs together.
I would've loved to have sat down about two steps below her but I
didn't dare. When her parents came out to get her I got one more
look at her panties when she "flounced" her skirt to get the
wrinkles out. It was the best look yet as the lighting was much better
than in the park. However, in spite of all my panty peeking
"experience" I couldn't really tell if they were cotton or nylon.
The best part was seeing the backside of the crotch. It was another
good night!

I had one more morning at the track and then it was time for my brother
and I to get on the train and head north. Gail and her family were
nowhere around when we got back so I never to say a verbal "good bye".
We wrote for a short while but once summer started neither of us had
or took the time. Every time I see or hear the name "Gail" I conjure
up the vision of her pantied butt as she shook the wrinles of her dress
that night.

A LEARNING PROCESS (Part 8c)

Thanksgiving was the next time I saw Elle but it was for only a few
hours. Christmas was only a bit better. But, a strange thing happened
during my Christmas vacation. I received a call from Babs, one of the
original (strip) poker players, inviting me to a Christmas dance. Her
winter home was in a very ritzy community about 60 miles away. I had
no desire to go to a dance with Babs. But, before I put her down, she
hit me with a bombshell. During the summer she'd become friendly with
Wendy (from the Wendy/Judy summer) and had arranged for Wendy to visit
her and attend the dance. I hadn't seen Wendy to do more than wave to
her in the whole previous year. But, there was still something about
that girl! I backed up on my protestations about not being able to
take her and said I would. Arrangements were made for me to take the
train to Babs' house and for Wendy's parents to drive me back the
next day when they went to pick her up. So, from what looked like a
bummer of a Christmas vacation, things were looking up.

The dance was one of the worst I ever attended. That was due to a
number of things, not the least of which was that Babs was just
plain boring! The other was that the band hardly played at all.
Wendy's date turned out to be someone I knew so most of my attention
was focused on them. The four of us ended up back at Babs' house
before the dance was over. After a short while Wendy's date left.
It was very awkward. Babs wanted me to pay attention to her and I
wanted to pay attention to Wendy. Wendy wanted to to go to bed. She
was sleeping in Babs' room in her spare bed. I was sleeping in Babs'
sisters room. (She was off visiting with friends) I knew there was
no way to see Wendy alone so, I focused my attention on peeking
into Babs' sister's panty drawer. Unfortunately, there was nothing
of great surprise there. We had to share a bathroom that split the
two bedrooms. Sometime during the night I heard sounds coming
from there. I listened intently, hoping to hear the sounds of pee
splashing into the toilet. I fantasized Wendy sitting there, panties
around her ankles, daydreaming. But what I heard was the sound of a
door handle turning. I propped myself up to better see the door. It
opened about 3 or 4 inches and with that, I whispered "Who's there?"
All I heard back was "Mike?". Then, Wendy tiptoed into the room. I'd
like to say we ended up making wild passionate love, but I had no
idea what that was at that time in my life. No, she came over and
sat on the edge of the bed. She had on a flannel gown so it wasn't a
gossamer like image. We chatted for a while until she said she was
cold. We talked about the summer we'd shared and the fun we had.
I was surprised and somewhat excited to hear her say she wished we
could do it again. Then she left. I was left with an enormous hard
on. Luckily I didn't have a wet dream to embarass myself.

The next morning was very awkward. Our chat had left Wendy much more
interested in me than she'd exhibited the day before which served to
make Babs upset. Wendy's parents weren't due until lunchtime so it was
a long morning. At one point Babs disappeared for about a half hour.
That left Wendy and I to pick up where we'd left off the night before.
It was definitely getting interesting. She filled me in on what she'd
been doing and other "homey" stuff. Just before Babs returned she asked
what I was doing that night. Not having any "real" plans, I told her I
didn't have any. I remember her smiling. (Her smile was a combination
of a teasing, come hither glance along with a smirky "I've got you
where I want you" turn of her lips) Babs returned about then and I/we
had to wait until later to continue. The car trip home with her parents
was quiet. Wendy asked her mother if I could come over. Her father
offered some resistance saying that they (her parents) would be out. I
just sat there. Wendy dropped the subject until we were just about
home. The reason I remember this so clearly is that I was amazed to see
how easily she could manipulate her parents. Me... I would've been in
an argument as soon as my father had said "no". Not Wendy. Before we
made the turn to my house she said something like she wanted to give
me something she had at home so could we go there first. Since it was
only about 4 or 5 in the afternoon, there wasn't much resistance. When
we got to her house we split from her parents and went into the den.
There, she pulled out a photo album and we started looking through it.
I didn't really know what was going on but sat there willingly, happy
to be with her. I'm going to say it was about an hour when her mother
came in and asked when my parents were going to pick me up. I hadn't
even called them! I told her I'd have to call again and did so as soon
as she left. As I was doing that, Wendy got up and left but returned
before I'd hung up. She asked if I wanted to have supper with her. Both
her sisters were off visiting with friends and she was going to be
alone. I said "yes" and told my father to pick me up at 7pm. Well, her
parents were due to leave for their party before that. They had no
problem with my being there when they left thinking I was to be
leaving soon. Their car wasn't even out of the driveway when I was on
the phone to my parents telling them to wait until 10pm, that I was
staying. They had no problem with that at all. Then the fun began
(such as it was at that time in my life).

I didn't really know what to expect. It'd been a while since we'd
been together and even then it had been more a probing, searching,
learning relationship than anything else. But Wendy had learned some
things by then and I had too. We were still in the den. There was a
small couch were we'd sat while looking at the pictures. Wendy had
taken a rather provocative pose on it while I sat across from her. From
where I was sitting I couldn't quite see her panties. (She was wearing a
cord skirt) But it was close. Close enough for the "bulge" to appear in
mine. I know she knew. After a few minutes she moved, giving me a split
second look. As soon as she did she called for me to come over and join
her. I did, willingly. Looking back on it after all these years, it was
almost like she had the whole evening scripted. Whatever she suggested,
(by word or deed) I responded. One MAJOR change was that the bodily
contact was no longer "casual", as it had been that summer I spent with
her. If I didn't go where she wanted me to on my own, she helped. I
remember her lying in my arms, kissing her and having my right hand on
her breast. All of a sudden I felt her take my hand and put it up under
her skirt and onto her hip. I could feel her panties (they were now
nylon rather than the cotton she wore that summer) and the elastic. I
was already hard but this was unbelievable. I have no idea how long it
was until she moved my hand to to her groin area. I didn't move my
fingers that much but felt the seam of her panty crotch. I know she
could feel my heart beating because her head was resting on my chest. A
few minutes later she raised her top leg and, this time, I didn't need
her assistance to find the "goal". I think what I remember more about
this experience than anything else is how wet her panties were. Because
of my inexperience, I had no idea that girls secreted when aroused. I
just thought she'd peed a little, which was OK by me! We stayed that
way for most of the evening. I never went "exploring" and she never
guided me to do so. When we finally got up I had a wet spot on my
pants as big as a lemon and I hadn't come. Another thing that strikes
me as I think back on that night was how little we talked. When my
father arrived we didn't even mention meeting or seeing each other
again. Strange...very strange.

However, that didn't stop me from fantasizing about meeting her again
and replicating the evening. Once back at school I had to brag to my
peers how "far" I'd gotten with a girl. At least, in my circle of
friends, I was near the pinacle while most of them were still looking
up the mountain.

To be continued...

A LEARNING PROCESS (Part 8b)

This activity with Billy, Ellen and Sue didn't eliminate my contact
with Elle. I still saw her daily and, as best I could under the
circumstances, expressed a continuing interest in her. Once school
started all the summer visitors returned to their winter homes and
things went back to normal with one exception. I was still there for
a few days. School, for me, didn't start until after Labor Day. It
was during those days that I planted seeds for re-establishing our
relationship. On Labor Day I invited Elle on a sailing picnic in my
boat. I think this was probably the first time we'd been together,
alone, since Christmas. It was a beautiful day, although cool for
the first week in September. Because of that (I think) Elle didn't
wear her bathing suit under her clothes. It didn't take long for me
to notice because she was wearing a pair of wide legged shorts. As
she sat on the floorboards with her legs up under her chin I had a
had a nice peek at her panties. I remember the wind being out of the
North which helped make it so cool. I decided to sail to an area that
had a protected cove where we could anchor and be somewhat alone. We
talked mostly about what each of our summers' were like. Time flew by
very quickly and soon it was early afternoon. Because I hadn't been
around her in so long and been so engrossed in converstion I'd
completely forgotten Elle's dribble problem. And to some degree,
so had she. Now, if she'd worn a bathing suit and it had been warmer
she probably would've jumped overboard to relieve herself. She
still could've done the same in her clothes but, because it was so
cool, didn't want to. I could've told her to pull her shorts and
panties down and hang her butt over the side...but I didn't. At that
stage of our relationship that wasn't something that was mentioned.
So, she sat on the floorboards, shifting her legs from side to side,
making small talk. Now, my boat was pretty tight and didn't leak more
than a few drops, if that. I pretty much kept my eyes on her, waiting
for her to say something or for something to happen. The first notice
I had was in seeing some liquid under the floorboards. Without being
obvious, I took a closer look and the color was not that of sea water.
The second notice was in that she stopped squirming. I never said a
word about it and neither did she. By the time we decided to head
for home the wind had shifted to the normal southerly. That meant
we'd both have to sit on the deck to control the boat in the stronger
wind. That's when I got my proof. Her shorts were navy blue but,
in spite of their dark color, it was fairly obvious that her bottom
was wet. It was academic as within minutes of setting sail the spray
from the wind and waves got us both somewhat wet. After we got home
and into dry clothes I went over to her house. She was in her side
yard and almost right behind where she was sitting were her wet
clothes hanging on the washline. There was no doubt that the panties
were nylon. Wet, they were almost transparent. That day created a
memory that helped sustain me the first few weeks back at school.

To be continued...

A LEARNING PROCESS (Part 8a)

Because my grades had been so poor the new school had required I
attend summer school. That meant not having the summer with my
friends and no job to boot. Needless to say, I was an unhappy camper.
By the time we left the city and gotten settled in left me with but
a week of fun. It was hard to explain to my friends why I was going,
but my first priority was to try and re-establish my relationship
with Elle. I knew, as popular as she was, she'd been dating during
the school year. Not one boy, but a few different ones. One thing
that came into play was she liked to go out with boys who had access
to a car. I had turned 16 in April and was eligible for a license. I
turned my efforts to that as a way of regaining her attention. I'd
applied for it right after my birthday and had taken and passed the
written portion. The hardest was the practical driving test. Rumour
had it that everybody failed the first time. My father had this old
1937 Dodge business coupe with standard shift (on the floor) that I'd
learned how to parallel park. He offered me his car (a big Buick) for
the test but I refused it, being comfortable with the smaller car. I
knew I'd passed when I heard the proctor comment that I was the first
to parallel park without having to do more than back in. What it meant
was I was the first of our group with a license. It also got Elle's
attention...but only for the few days until I was to leave. Those days
were totally occupied with driving....everybody and everywhere. I sure
was popular!

The six weeks away was the longest time I'd ever been away from home.
I was never homesick for "home", if you know what I mean. I missed the
summertime activities and my friends but didn't have the depression
some of the other's experienced. I made new friends and worked hard
knowing it was useless to fight something I had no control over. I did
establish myself as a "rebel" though, more to create an identity for
myself than anything else. I didn't like the restrictions, having been
used to managing (?) my own time up to then. It was sort of like being
being in a prison without fences. I wrote Elle almost every day but
I watched her letters drop to one a week after about three weeks. I
survived it all, however, and was eagerly awaiting my three weeks at
home prior to the fall semester starting.

What a shock to find the old group had splintered. Others had obtained
their licenses as well which gave them mobility and they'd taken
advantage of it. Elle and her brother had become part of a group of
kids that I didn't know at all. I was on the outside looking in. One
of the new group (although on the fringe) happened to be the son of a
woman my father had dated when he was a boy. When I mentioned that to
him he sort of took me under his wing. He was two years older and had
his full privelege license which allowed him to drive at night. I used
this to my advantage. Billy was a bit wild, although my parents didn't
know. He was dating the daughter of a rich Doctor who had some
notoriety as an amature sportscar racer. The family was spending their
first summer in the area because there was a sports car race track
nearby. The girl Billy was dating was Ellen and she was 16. She
had a 14 year old sister, Sue. The biggest problem Billy had was that
Ellen had to have Sue with her wherever she went. That's where I came
into the picture. Elle was happy with her new group and I knew there
was little hope of trying to break into it. So, my alignment with
Billy, Ellen and Sue worked out well. My job was to occupy Sue's time
while Billy and Ellen did their "thing". What I need to do here,
though, is to tell you about Billy's car. It was a 1949 Chevy business
coupe. There weren't many made and it was dropped (I think) from the
line the next year. It only had a front seat with some storage area
behind it. Billy removed the partition between it and the trunk and
put mattresses in there. Now, this served two useful purposes. One is
obvious. :-))) The other was that he could get 8 people into the car
when he went to the drive in.. Three in the front seat and five
stuffed into the back. He was a very popular fellow! In any case, he'd
go pick up Ellen and Sue and I'd be in the back. Sue's mother knew
nothing about me. She'd climb in back and then Billy would head for
one of the beach areas. Once there, Sue and I'd get out and go for a
walk and Billy and Ellen would....(you fill in the blank). Now this
was interesting to me in that Sue knew exactly what was going on. We
would talk about it and I learned a lot about sex from just those
conversations. However, it took a while before Sue would even let me
hold her hand. I'm guessing, but it was probably about the 4th or
5th time.

One night Ellen wanted to go to the drive-in to see a movie with Mario
Lanza. The last time Billy went with a trunk load of kids he'd gotten
caught and kicked out. So, knowing they'd be looking for him, he
cleaned out the mattresses and reinstalled the partition to the trunk.
Not having a job and having to buy my own gas didn't leave me with any
money so, in spite of the risk, Billy said he was sure he could sneak
us in. There was room behind the seat, although a mite uncomfortable.
Sure enough, when we pulled up to the window the owner made Billy open
the trunk. We thought we were home free. By the time the movie started
Sue and I were pretty stiff. We'd hoped to be able to get out of the
car and watch it from the ground along side the car. Before we even got
out of the car, the owner was there, shining his flashlight around. Why
he didn't see us I'll never know. Somehow we managed to get the blanket
we'd covered ourselves with when coming in, back over us. I remember
Billy telling him there was no back seat. We ended up only hearing the
movie. Every time we'd try to at least get up on our knees it seemed
like the guy was there with his light. It was like he was camped out
behind the car. In any case, the only way for the two of us to fit and
be comfortable was to have her lie in my arms with our legs out
straight. Billy had an old pillow and I used that to prop my head up.
She allowd me to put my arms around her but she held each of my hands,
protecting her breasts, I guess, from any probing I might have in mind.
When the movie was over we headed to the public beach near the sailing
club I'd described earlier. It was also within walking distance to
where Sue and Ellen were staying. As soon as we got out of the car, Sue
ran down the beach and into the water. It was warm out, but certainly
not oppressive because we'd never have survived the ordeal in the car.
In any case, I was perplexed by Sue's impulsive action. She waded in
about to her waist and then taunted me to follow her. Now, one thing
about my mother was that she never minded how dirty I got at work but
when it came time to go "out", I had to dress nicely. That meant "good"
clothes and I was worried how I would explain how I got my "good"
clothes wet while going to the drive in. Sue finally headed back
towards me but when she was about three feet away she bent down and
started splashing me. Never one to back away, I took a running leap at
her, tackling her and forcing her fully into the water. We wrestled
a bit and then, in about hip deep water, we realzed that the air
was colder than the water. I squatted down to cover my upper torso
and Sue came over and sat on my lap. It only took few seconds for my
hard on to appear and, probably only a second or two for Sue to know
it. She started rubbing her bottom across my lap and it was driving me
wild. Before too long we heard Billy and Ellen and we headed back for
shore. The next day I happened to be at the sailing club looking for
a friend and saw her on the beach. I went over and talked with her and
she dared me to go swimming with her. Remembering the night before and
wanting to impress her, I followed her in. Now, this was a surprise.
Even though it was daylight and within viewing distance of where her
mother was sitting on the beach, she again sat on my lap (in the
water). She also climbed on my back and a whole lot more. I was
puzzled. I really couldn't stay too long, even though I was enjoying
myself. It was few days later before Billy took Ellen out again and
this time I was hoping for a repeat of the my last experiences with
her. I was not disappointed...This time she surprised me again. Instead
of swimming in her clothes she stepped out of them and ran into the
water in her bra and panties. As I'd anticipated, my mother had been
all over me about the wet clothes from the first time. So, when she
ran into the water in her underwear, I did too, saving me from another
ordeal with my mother. As soon as I caught up to her she immediately
wanted to sit on my lap. Without jeans on there was no way in the word
to hide my hard on. The only thing was this time she wanted to straddle
me. As soon as she sat she giggled. Then she started bouncing up and
down, giggling all the time she was doing it. Then she stopped and just
sat there. I had my arms around he waist and all of a sudden the area
around my groin got warm. She started to giggle again. I pretty much
knew what it was but did ask her if she'd peed. I think she nodded yes
and I remember her asking if I minded. I told her that I didn't and it
was then that she volunteered that the reason she'd run into the water
the time before was that she'd actually wet herself between the drive
in and the beach and didn't want me to know. I don't think you can make
a hard on any harder, but if you could, that did it. She went back to
bouncing and finally started grinding on me. That's when I lost it.
Emabrassed, I pushed her off me and swam away. We horsed around for a
few minutes and then headed for shore. I can still see her emerging
from the water wth her panties clinging tightly to her body. Even
though it was dark, I was enamoured by seeing the darkness of her
nipples showing through her bra and her pubic hair showing through the
wet nylon of her panties. In any case, we were able to repeat this a
few more times until Labor Day, when she and her family had to
return to their winter home.

To be continued...