PAVING THE ROAD TO MY FUTURE (Part 9e)

The hardest part about returning to school was in knowing that it would be five months until I'd see Elle again. Even though our Spring breaks coincided, Elle's High School Senior trip to Washington D.C. was scheduled for the first part of it and Nan had invited Elle to go to her house in Florida on the back side. At least that let me not feel guilty about spending my week in North Carolina with my Grandparents and the horses. I really enjoyed the part with the horses but it was incredibly boring when I wasn't at the track. There were no other "young" people staying at the hotel while I was there. My brother didn't even come. Bingo and Game Night were the highlights.

While we were still at home during Christmas, Elle had asked if there was any chance that I'd be able to get off from school to take her to her prom. As a Senior, and in good academic standing, I was entitled to one weekend (Noon Saturday to six PM Sunday) away from school after Spring break. However, I was on the track team and all our competitions were on Saturdays. There was no way to make travel arrangements that would work so I had to tell her I wouldn't be able to escort her. She then asked if it was OK for someone else to take her. I knew it was important for her to go so, being a gentleman, I said she could. I wasn't all that happy about it but I knew it was the right thing to do.

At our school there wasn't a "prom" per se. It was semi formal affair called "The Spring Fling" and it was the only time we could have girls on campus. I asked Elle to come up for the weekend but her Mother didn't want her travelling all that distance alone. I'd received a Christmas card from Ann (the girl I'd met in Florida a few years before) and she told me that she'd changed schools. Ironically, her new school was only an hour away from my home. She'd wanted to get together with me again over the holiday but, as luck would have it, I had to be back a day before she did so it didn't happen. Listening to all the guys talking about the good time they were going to have I got the idea to ask Ann. The more I thought about it the more excited I got. I wrote and asked her and soon recieved a letter back. It was bittersweet, at best. I remember it starting off on how excited she was about seeing me again. Then... the letdown. She went on to tell me that a boy from her hometown who was also a student at my school had already asked her. I couldn't believe it. What were the odds? I actually knew the guy. As the weekend approached I asked him if it would be OK to meet with her. I didn't know that there was to be no interaction between students without dates and the girls who'd been invited. On hearing that I felt depressed. From somewhere deep inside I summond the nerve to ask for an audience with the Assistant Head Master. NOBODY did that! When I spoke to him I asked if there wasn't some way for me to at least meet Ann for a short time. I explained the whole situation and even brought the letter I'd received from Ann telling me about her prior invitation. I was surprised that he was so understanding. It belied his reputation. I was told that I could attend the reception in the Library prior to dinner but I'd have to be dressed in a dark suit as if I was going to be attending the dance. I didn't care. I would've worn a gorilla suit just to meet with Ann again.

I'd talked with her date but hadn't thought about asking him if he had a current picture of her. It had been three years since I'd last seen her. I remembered her as being a cute, petite blond. She still qualified as a blonde (barely) but there was no way I would've recognized her if I hadn't know her date. She'd grown taller and filled out a bit but... well... I'm actually being kind when I describe her as being "plain". As I write this I'm actually shaking my head. Maybe I'd built her up in my mind and fully expected to see something like a Cinderella. Wicked step sister? Maybe. All I know is that I was VERY glad that it hadn't worked out.

Evidently one of the female guests was actually a "Typhoid Mary" type and by mid week over 25% of the student body was sick. I was among the first so I ended up being one of the "lucky" ones and got a bed at the infirmary. That was supposed to be a good deal in that there were female nurses to look at and the food was reportedly better than at the dining hall. As bad as I felt (high fever, vomiting and a blinding headache) I didn't care about either. The only benefit I got was having peace and quiet. There were only 40 beds so it didn't long to fill up. Those that got sick later were remanded to their own rooms so they didn't get the TLC that those at the infirmary did. As soon as my fever broke I was able to take advantage (from a "looking" standpoint) of the nurses. The "young" one (probably in her 30's) wore a VERY tight white dress and I could see the leg elastics of her panties as soon as she walked into the room. That did as much to making me feel better as anything they were giving me. Needing the bed for someone with a fever I was discharged the next morning. As I was getting my things together this same nurse cmae into the room to strip the bed. I kept my eyes on her and was rewarded when, after dropping something on the floor, she bent over to pick it up. I knew I was on my way to recovery when, as I saw this perfect half moon of her panty crotch pressing though the white material of her dress, I felt the pressure of a hard on growing in my pants. It was a VERY vivid image that I'd go back to many times at night while trying to go to sleep.

By the time the "epidemic" went through the school over 75% of the students had been sick. Classes were suspended for three days and all athletic events were cancelled for two weeks. I certainly didn't think that getting sick was "fun" but, as it turned out, the whole episode worked to my advantage. Being one of the first to get sick I was one of the first to recover. By the end of the second week I was feeling pretty good and when word was out that there would be no athletics that second weekend I realized that I'd be able to get my "free" weekend. I called Elle and told her I'd be coming home. I got nothing in return... just silence. When she'd asked about me taking her to the prom I didn't take note of the date. It was prom night and she already had a date!. I felt sort of stupid and, even though she couldn't see me, I felt embarassed and found myself perspiring in the phone booth. And then things changed... All of a sudden she yelled into the phone "YES!! Please come!". It took a few minutes to fully understand but Nan and her boyfriend had broken up so she didn't have a date. If I came home then I could be Nan's date. That way I could still be with her (Elle). But, my problems were now just begining. To be able to get off from school I had to have permission from my parents. They were off visiting friends and that was only the beginning. With them away I wouldn't be able to stay at home as I didn't have a key. If I went to stay at my Grandparents it wouldn't do me any good as my Grandfather didn't drive at night and I didn't have my full license. Long story short... I got in touch with my parents and they cleared my leaving with the school. My mother called Elle's mother and arranged for her to pick me up at the ferry as well as for me to stay with them. Henry, Elle's brother was away in the Army so his room was available. It took a lot a "doing" but it got done.

By the time I got to their house it was 4pm. I only got a little time with Elle before it was time for supper and then for the girls to get ready. This was the first time I'd witnessed, up close and personal, a female(s) getting prepared for a big affair. Unbelievable! I stayed downstairs talking with Elle's parents until it was about 20 minutes before her date was to arrive to take us all to the dance. I went up and sat on the edge of Henry's bed, waiting for the bathroom. I'd left the door ajar and could see the two of them darting back and forth between their room and the bathroom. I didn't see anything "interesting" though. Finally, Elle knocked on the door to let me know the bathroom was free. When I heard them going down the stairs I finally came out. They had been working out of Elle's room and when they departed they left the lights on. I stopped on my way by and peeked in. The clothes they'd been wearing were in two piles just inside the door. I recognized the blouse Elle was wearing but what caught my eye was the little bit of white I saw peeking out of the pile of denim which was actually her jeans. I took the few steps necessary to reach it and bent over and tugged at the white material. Out popped not one pair of panties but two! They were all rolled up but what was immediately noticable was that one was nylon and one was cotton. The cotton ones were the interesting ones. As I unrolled them I could see that they looked a LOT like the Carters Spanky Pants. When I got to the waist elastic there was that familiar Carter's label right there in the middle of the back. Now all this took but a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity. I was now holding the panties by their waist elastics and took a look down into the crotch. It looked yellow so I grabbed it and found they were damp. Now holding them by the crotch I looked at the cotton ones and could see the wet spot. But I also saw another, larger, stain which was dry. Now I was perspiring and my heart was racing. I knew I had to get downstairs and quickly. I hadn't been in the bathroom yet and I had this enormous bulge in my pants. I attempeted to return the panties to where I'd found them and then ducked into the bathroom. I needed to pee but there was just no way. Before I could go I heard Elle call upstairs that our ride (her date) was there. I went and got my tie and jacket and headed down the stairs, my "bulge" finally subsiding by the time I hit the bottom landing.

A good time was had by all. I got to dance with Elle a few times and made sure that Nan had a good time. I didn't get any other chances to "peek" before Elle's mother took me back to the ferry. On the trip back to school I was pretty happy in knowing that Elle was "using" the Carter's panties that I'd given her (that had been Judy's). I also knew that my eyes hadn't been playing trick on me when I'd gotten a peek at Elle's panties back at Christmas time. It was only about a month until graduation and it was time to start dreaming about being home for the Summer. The memory of what I'd just had in my hands served me well in my fantasies on what was to come.

To be continued...