OCTOBER... (Part 28f)

The pledges were required to attend the football game... at least the kickoff. There were no ”tailgate“ parties at that time so the food and beer was served at the fraternities. Few really wanted to go as we all knew our team would be blown out of the stadium. The rivalry, one of the oldest in college football at the time, had outlived its usefulness. The other school had decided to go into football in a big way where my college had not kept up. We didn’t offer athletic scholarships and this game was a classic case of the ”haves“ versus the ”have nots“. I offered to leave Elle at the fraternity while I ”did my duty” but she said she wanted to be with me. It was at least a mile walk to the stadium, such as it was. The field was in good shape but the grandstands were anything but grand. They were the old fashioned wooden ones with no amenities. They were so sparse that there were only two home games a year. I had warned Elle about how far away it was and the fact that there were no immediate “facilities“. The closest rest rooms were at the gymnasium, about a 10 minute walk but she said she was ”prepared“ so I took that to mean she had supplies to make up a “package“.

It was brutal! I remember the other team scoring the first three times they had the ball. After that Elle and I made our way out of the stands and over to the gym, just in time. Knowing there was no way for me to take advantage of an ”accident“ on Elle’s part, I wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to be embarrassed. I remember her saying something along the lines of ”thank you“ and that gave me the opening to ask if she was going to wear her ”package“ the rest of the day. She asked what our plans were and when I said I wasn’t sure she indicated that she’d be more comfortable if she did. That didn’t make me very happy although I knew there probably wouldn’t have any real opportunity to go ”exploring“, especially the way I really wanted to.

We ended up back at the fraternity house and found it basically deserted. We found an an empty soft chair and snuggled up together. I ended up falling asleep. The combination of little sleep the night before on top of the anxiety I was feeling about the upcoming initiation was too much for me. A smack on the top of the head awakened me. One of the ”brothers“ wanted the chair. Elle had said she wanted to change into slacks for the evening since few of the other girls were in skirts and she felt out of place. So we headed back to my room, downtown, once again. On the way we stopped at the fraternity of the guy who had driven her over to find out when he was going back. The first thing I noticed once inside was a row of 4 panties tacked up on a bulletin board in the foyer. I’d thought that my fraternity was the only one collecting ”trophies“. Elle caught me peeking and gave me a nudge. When we found him it was decided that 2pm would work and he could be back in time for the official beginning of ”Hell Week“. Just hearing the term mentioned gave me a shudder.

The meal at the fraternity that night was steak. Smitty, the cook was really good with steak and whenever we had it most everybody showed up. With all the girls there it meant two seatings and, of course, the pledges got fed last. By the time we did eat the band had shown up and the ”real“ party had started. I can’t remember the theme but we had a four piece Dixieland band. My parents were big fans of that genre of music and I’d grown up listening to it. They weren’t bad and the only thing that bothered me was that there was no place left for us to enjoy them comfortably when we were finished. Elle didn’t like the bar area down in the basement because of the cigarette smoke so we went wandering. Most of the fraternities were ”open“ on Saturday nights and we ended up at the other one I’d considered. They had a combo playing dance music and had cleared the furniture to the sides of their main living room. We stayed there until Elle started to get tired. I don’t remember what time it was but I do remember watching some of the guys from that house hauling a passed out girl up from their basement. It was pretty funny because they were drunk and dropped her a couple of times without waking her. The last time they did one of them put his hand inside the waistband of her pants to pick her up off the floor so as to put her on a sofa. When he did the snap opened and tore the zipper. I know I enjoyed seeing her pink panties for a minute or so.

Elle and I never really had any ”up close and personal“ time the whole night. When we got back downtown to the house where my room was I can’t remember doing much of anything other than the usual good night kiss and hug. The party at the fraternity was still going strong and although it was tempting, I chose to ignore it and to try to get some sleep. I tried the sleeping dorm this time and it was better but this time it was my anxiety that kept me awake. Like the day before I was up early. The sofas were mine alone and, as I remember it, the ”yield“ was fairly good. I didn’t find any more panties but there were two more hanging from the light when I checked. I really wanted to take them down to check them out closely but, being in the middle of the foyer, there was always someone coming or going. I’d caught up with Bob the night before and we agreed to go together to get the girls. Bob was almost as up-tight as I was about the upcoming week but he’d found a friend from home who had a car and let him use it. He’d been with Susan most of the weekend which explained why I hadn’t seen him all that much. I felt very jealous!

Susan was from ”money“, if you know what I mean. She pretty much annoyed me, especially when around Elle. My take on it was that she talked ”down” to her. I kept it to myself not wanting to upset the good relationship I had with Bob. As we walked to the fraternity that morning I wondered if Susan knew about Elle’s “problem” and if she did, was that the reason for her attitude. When Elle and I finally got a minute alone I asked her about it and she said she didn’t think she did. She’d worn her skirt again and I wondered what she was wearing under it. All morning I kept hoping to be able to “ go exploring” and to find out but it wasn’t to be. In fact 2pm came far too quickly. We spent most of the time planning my next visit to see her. I told her I’d try to get there the very next weekend. Our good bye was pretty tame. With Elle’s shyness it ended up being little more than a kiss on her cheek. Of course, I was disappointed. But, there were a few very good, if not fulfilling, memories to carry me through the upcoming week. I decided to take my things back to my room and try for a few hours sleep before the “ordeal” started. The girls had stripped and made up the beds fresh for us which was nice. When I went to hang up my clothes in the closet I found a bra hanging on the inside door handle. I pretty much knew everything about Elle’s panties but practically nothing about her bras. I didn’t know if it belonged to her or to Susan even after examining it so I left it there thinking that maybe Bob would know. As I lay down on my bed I found myself wondering just what kind of panties Susan wore. I found it sort of funny, especially in view of my negative opinion of her.

To be continued...

OCTOBER... (Part 28e)

After she’d washed up and changed she came back downstairs and asked if I really minded if she didn’t go back to the fraternity, She said she was ”walked out“ and even her clean and dry slacks bothered her thighs. There wasn’t much that I could say. I think the thing that bothered me most at that time was that there wasn’t any place for us to go to be alone. The living room was ”out of bounds” and the professor was in there reading anyway. Reluctantly I agreed and told her I’d be back to pick her up at 9am for breakfast. I do remember asking if she’d be “nice” and wear a skirt. I also remember her giving me a sly smile before we kissed goodnight.

I’d chosen a bed in a brother’s room deciding against the “dorm” based upon what I’d heard from some of the pledges who slept there. My mistake was that the room was right across from the bathroom. With the party going on all through the night the traffic was tremendous. The door slammed each and every time someone went in or out. And that was on top of all the yelling that goes with a bunch of drunk people. I got very little sleep and finally gave up around 7am or so. I went downstairs and into the living room and saw an incredible mess. Something reminded me that if you went into the creases of the sofas and comfortable chairs there was some good loose change to be found. The sofa turned out to be a good choice. I have no idea how much I found but it was worth the effort. I’d just finished with one when one of the brothers came in and took “dibs” on the other sofa. I saw a comfortable chair in the corner and headed there. The first thing I did was to remove the seat cushion. There, staring me right in the face, was what sure looked like a pair of panties. They were partly stuffed into the underpinnings of the chair. As I pulled them out the brother who had started in on the other sofa saw them and made a B-line right over to me and proceeded to grab them from me. I think I’d mentioned in a much earlier post that the brother’s called any found (or stolen) panties “trophies“ and would hang them on the foyer light. There was some sort of contest or prize for putting them up there. As I wasn’t a ”brother“, this guy wanted credit. I had no problem with that but I'd really wanted to take a good look before he took them.

I hoped that my roommate, Bob, would’ve come downstairs before I left to pick up Elle. I hadn’t caught up with him, at all, since Elle had arrived and hadn’t seen his girlfriend Susan either. I got to the house around 9am and fully expected to see Elle waiting. She wasn’t. I had no way to contact her other than calling up the stairwell and knew if I did the Professor’s wife would be upset. So, I sat on the stairs and waited. Finally, I heard the door to my room open and looked up to see Elle, wearing a skirt as I’d asked, walking down the hall. My natural instinct was to see if I could get a glimpse of her panties but the folds of the skirt didn’t give me much chance for that. As she came down the stairs she apologized for being late. She said she was just about to come downstairs when Susan had woken up. They ended up talking and she lost track of time (just like a female!).

Lying awake in bed I’d come up with a plan to get some quiet time alone with Elle. I remembered how we’d found some time alone down in the ”dungeon“ of the Library when she’d been there for the Spring party. As soon as we finished eating breakfast we headed up the hill. I knew that the rules for access to the ”dungeon“ had changed so was prepared when we arrived. The new rules stated that you needed to have access to a required ”limited access“ text for a course you were currently taking. I qualified even if I had no intention of using the text while down there. Elle was allowed to join me because everyone knew it was a party weekend. I wanted to see just how many people were down there and just where they were located so we walked the entire circumference of the floor before selecting a cubicle. I was so horny I was already ”big“ before we even went into an embrace. As usual, both my hands went to her butt cheeks. I was relieved to feel that she wasn’t wearing a ”package“. After a few minutes of intense kissing, I sat down and had her stand, legs spread slightly apart, right in front of me. My hands went to her legs and then, ever so slowly, up to her waist. The feel of the nylon was exciting to me. Then, I gently pulled her down so she was straddling my legs and sitting on my knees. As soon as my fingers made their way to her crotch I could feel her give off a shudder. I rubbed her crotch and was somewhat surprised that it wasn’t the least bit damp. I knew what to expect if I slid my finger under the leg elastic... her ”slit“ would also be dry. I didn’t want to be too pushy by asking her to give me a ”squirt“ like she’d been so willing to do, without asking, during the Summer. So, I stopped rubbing and just cupped my fingers under her crotch, hoping she’d take the hint. It seemed like a long time but all of a sudden I felt some wet warmth running over my fingers. It was almost like an electric shock. It took me a few seconds but I realized that my squirt was more like a gusher. I started rubbing, back and forth, and could feel her ”button“ through the wet material. I could tell from her movements that she felt it too. Once my finger made it inside the leg elastic I was right on target. But, that was the problem. She was as ”ready“ as I was but her innate modesty was still in control. As soon as she reached the point where she couldn’t stand it any further, she stood up. I was disappointed but really did understand. This was a little too ”public“ to go any further. If we did, and, although we were somewhat hidden, someone were to walk our way, there wasn’t any way to hide what we were doing. I remember having to take a few deep breaths. Elle backed away and after she did I looked at the floor and saw a small puddle. I asked her if she was OK and I remember her saying ”no“, and smiling. She had a small purse with her and before we went back upstairs she pulled out a pair of her sanitary panties and slipped them on. I hoped to see her regular panties as she pulled them up but she somehow managed to do it without giving me even a little peek.

To be continued...

OCTOBER... Part 28 d)

Knowing that what would be left in the way of food back at the fraternity would be the dregs I suggested that we go eat at the tavern where the guys from the fraternity hung out. Mo, the owner, let the guys run a ”tab“ of up to $10 and since I’d hardly been there at all decided to take advantage of it. Because of party weekend business was slow so we had a choice of tables. Elle didn’t like the place because it smelled of cigarette smoke and stale beer but it was pretty much eat there or go hungry. We didn’t say much at first. Me, because I knew I was ”on thin ice“ about asking her to change, and Elle because she was uncomfortable in a place like that. The arrival of the food mellowed her out some and we got back to her initiation.

Basically what was done was to play games to entertain the sisters. There was a modicum of embarrassment for all but, with the housemother present, they weren’t allowed to go too far. I asked about some of the different things they did and there were a few that got my attention. Right after the ”washing machine“ game each girl, with the exception of Dee who had been the loser in the previous game, was matched up with another of about the same size and stature. Then, facing, they had to undress each other (down to bra and panties) and then they had to dress the other, switching clothes. Elle said they could have used their own clothes because the hard part was in getting the other person dressed. The ”losers“ (the team that was last to complete the task) were then taken upstairs for a cold shower, clothes and all.

One that really had my attention was one they called ”panty raid“. With all the pledges in a circle in the living room the pledge mistress stepped into the center with a basket. She then dumped the contents, panties, onto the floor. Elle said there were really surprised looks on some faces when they realized that the panties actually belonged to them. Each pledge had a ”big sister“ and each of them had gone into the dresser drawers of their ”little sister“ and done a "panty raid". The pledgemistress then would pick out a pair from the pile and walk around the circle waiting for the owner to claim them. Since name tags were in all the girls clothes there was no question as to knowing the actual owner. But, the criteria for the "big sisters" in making the choice for each girl was to find a pair that was ”different“ for some reason or another. Then, after the owner stepped forward or was ”outted“ by the pledgemistress she had to ”defend“ them by answering questions from the sisters. Elle laughed when she told me about a couple of them. They had holes in them and in her eyes they were unwearable. Luckily, hers weren’t the first. She said she was worried that a pair of her Carter’s cotton panties would be shown. Because they were what she wore at night they were very noticeably stained. But her ”big sister“ was kind and chose a pair of her nylon ones. The only thing that was said about them was that they were ”too plain“ and that she ought to upgrade. An interesting aside to all this was that after they answered the questions they had to put them on over what they were wearing.

Other games included relay races up and down the stairs, truth or consequences (the forerunner of truth or dare) and the like. Elle said it was probably early in the morning when they were all taken to the game room in the basement and blindfolded. Elle's ”big sister“ had made sure that she was given the opportunity to use the toilet during the games and right before they were taken downstairs. She said it was obvious that something important was about to happen soon after they arrived as they were all told to sit on the floor and not to utter a sound. She said it seemed like ”forever“ until she was tapped on the shoulder and led into another room. Once there she was ”grilled’ on the history of the sorority and the like. She said that as tired as she was she couldn’t get the answers out fast enough before the sisters were yelling at her saying stuff like she wasn’t worthy of being a member. She admitted that she “lost it“, started crying and really couldn’t remember what happened right after that. The first thing she really remembered clearly was that she was in the kitchen with some of the other pledges and some of the sisters and they were all yelling ”congratulations!”. It was after that started to sink in that she realized she was wet. But the excitement of knowing she was now a full fledged “sister” out weighed that little problem. She said she joined in bouncing all around hugging anyone she could get her arms around.

By that time it was almost 8pm and I was supposed to be at the pep rally and bonfire with the other pledges. We actually had to run part way to make it. I had to check in with the pledgemaster and then wait around until after the fire was started. Being around my fellow pledges right at that time made me sort of lose focus on Elle for a while and when I refocused it was obvious that she had a problem. I, more or less, knew what it was but couldn’t say anything with so many people around. I think I might’ve said something along the lines of “how bad?” and she just rolled her eyes. Wearing a skirt always gave her some leeway but she was wearing wool slacks. When we started walking away from the fire she was walking slowly. By the time we got to about 100 yards away from the fraternity she said the wet wool was chafing her inner thighs and she could hardly walk. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go back to my room and get a change of clothes for her. When we got to Fraternity it was fairly empty. Elle said that in spite of being wet she had to sit down. The chairs in the dining room were the only ones that couldn’t be hurt by moisture so we sat down there. I got the idea that maybe we could have my roommate’s date, Susan, to go back and get something for her but I had no idea where they were. I hadn’t even seen them since Elle had arrived. I have no idea how long we sat there but when Elle got up to go to the bathroom I got the idea of getting some of my clothes. At least that way we could get her back to my room and she could get washed up and some dry clothes on. When I told her she laughed. I was 6’1“ and she was 5’6’‘. But she didn’t have any other choice. I told her that if we did that right at that time there wouldn’t be many people to see her dressed that way. The one good thing about the wool slacks was that they didn’t show the wetness that readily so moving about the fraternity and having someone see it was minimized. The real problem was the chafing. So I ran upstairs and grabbed a pair of chinos, underpants and socks. I couldn’t do anything about her shoes.

As silly as she looked with about 5 turns up on the cuffs of the chinos she was happy just to be in something dry and that wasn’t chafing her. When we got outside and alone she laughingly told me that my underpants were "baggy in the front". We took our time walking back downtown. She had rolled her wet panties up in the slacks and gave them to me to carry. Fortunately it was dark and no one could tell what I was carrying. I wanted to ask if the new panties had made a difference but didn’t dare. As I know now there was no way for her to tell. This time the talk was about what my fears concerning my upcoming initiation were... and there were many.

To be continued...

OCTOBER... (Part 28c)

There were two reasons for looking forward to Elle's visit for Fall Party weekend. One should be obvious. The other was that there would be temporary relief from hazing by the fraternity brothers. Pledges with dates weren’t given a ”free ride” but we wouldn’t be harassed by them. Bob, my roommate, had convinced his “steady” to come and we spoke to Mrs. K. about letting our dates use our room during party weekend. The only ”catch“ was that John, the third guy from the fraternity, would have to find some other place to stay over that time. It took a little persuasion but he, for a fee, agreed. It wasn’t that much but it was the principle of the thing that upset us. One of Elle’s sorority sisters had been asked to the party and she’d arranged for Elle to come over with her and her date. Bob and I moved our clothes and things to the fraternity where we were allowed to sleep in the bunks of guys who weren’t partaking of the weekend and had left campus. I was really anxious to see Elle and was hoping to find some place, somewhere, to be alone with her during the time she was there.

When she arrived it was almost time for supper but we decided to take her bag to the room to ”get re-acquainted“. Fortunately, the weather was nice as we had to walk. I was anxious to hear the details about Elle’s initiation and she was more than willing to share with me. The process wasn’t nearly as drawn out as what I understood to be forthcoming to me. As soon as I'd left Elle two weekends prior, the sisters herded all the pledges into the house. Elle said she was surprised to find all the furniture in the main living room had been pushed to the walls. The pledges were then brought into the room and saw the sisters surrounding them. They were then instructed to go get dressed as if they were going to classes. (As her school was a teaching college the girls all had to wear dresses or skirts to class to get them used to being a "professional". You have to remember that this was in the time that dress codes were the norm) They had to come back wearing a minimum of four items of clothing. Elle said they were all puzzled as to what was happening. When they returned they were told to make a circle and then told to strip to their underwear and to throw their clothes into a pile in the center. They were a little reluctant to do it but slowly they complied... with the exception of Maggie, the roommate who was the exceptionally shy girl. Mrs. M., the housemother who was overseeing the whole process, allowed her to wear pajamas under her regular clothes. After they had all undressed, the pledgemistress stirred all the clothes up. Then they were told to dive into the pile and find their own clothes and to get dressed. They called the game ”washing machine“. Elle said it pure chaos with girls climbing all over each other trying to find their own things. Even though they didn’t know what the ”punishment“ was for being last, no one wanted to find out. Just thinking of about 15 girls in just their underwear climbing on each other was enough for me to have the start of a bulge. Elle wasn’t last but Dee, one of her roommates, was. The ”prize“ for finishing last was that she had to undress again down to her underwear again and then be ”painted“ with cake icing. Elle said she looked gross.

We’d made it to the house long before she finished but we stood on the porch as she finished it up. I had some questions but she’d gotten cold just standing there so we went inside. Under Mrs. K’s ”rules" I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere but in the foyer. As Elle went up the stairs I remembered the cotton panties I’d bought when I’d taken my car home. I’d originally thought about telling her about them when we started walking but had gotten so caught up in what she was telling me that I forgot. As I waited for her to return I tried to figure a way to broach the subject. It dawned on me then to ask her about her nighttime “protection” as it was my bed she was going to be sleeping in. When she returned I checked to see if anyone was in the living room and, finding no one, brought the subject up. She said she’d brought her normal “package” for sleeping. She wanted to know why I’d asked and I, a little embarrassed, told her I was concerned about my mattress. She laughed and said it was “safe” as her full plastic panties usually worked. That reminded me that I’d not seen them and was curious about them. I don’t remember exactly what I said but somehow I managed to get out that I’d bought her some new “special” panties for wearing at night. I knew exactly where I’d hidden them and told her to go back upstairs to get them. I also remember asking her to bring the plastic panties back with them. I’m sure she gave me one of “those” looks, if you know what I mean, but her curiosity made her run up the stairs anyway. It seemed like a long time before she returned. I’m smiling as I think of how she looked coming down the stairs. She was paranoid that someone from the house would see what she had pressed tightly against her chest as see peered over the banister. When she reached me she was whispering and had a strange look on her face. She was puzzled about the panties and why I’d bought them. I thought she’d be happy but I ended up having to defend myself. I remember having her feel the thickness of them and, reluctantly, admitting that they were heavier but she still wasn’t “buying” the thought that they would be better than what she normally wore. It was around that time that I realized that we’d pretty much missed supper by then.

I remember pleading with her to go change into the new panties. She’d worn a pad under her normal Carter’s cotton panties along with the sanitary panty for the trip over, "just to be safe“ and still had that combination on. She gave in but ”that look“ was written all over her face as she went back upstairs. When she returned I didn’t dare bring the subject up again.

To be continued...

OCTOBER... (Part 28b)

The primary topic was how much difference the operation had made in her day to day life. All I’d ever gotten from her was that she was “seeing an improvement“. I made her spell out just what that meant. She said that she felt she could now safely go about two hours without using the toilet. She said she ”experimented” around the sorority on weekends by wearing just panties but still wasn’t ready to try going that long when out in public... but she definitely could see improvement.

The secondary topic was just how she was making out at the sorority with not only her roommates as well as the rest of the house. She said the roommates had adapted to her “problem” fairly well. It was a pretty homogeneous group and they all got along well. She’d become fairly friendly with two others but pretty much liked them all. The only complaint was from Lois who slept in the bunk above her. When Elle’s alarm would go off to wake her up to use the toilet she could hear it and then, when Elle got out of bed, it would rock. But other than that things had gone well. As far as the “sisters”, other than her “big sister” and the pledgemistress she didn’t think anyone else knew. She knew that Mrs. M, the housemother, had told the pledgemistress and told her not to use that knowledge against her and felt that she hadn’t.

When she’d finished and before I could get “close” to her she wanted to hear about my life as a pledge but I wanted to get “close” to her so didn’t waste much time on that subject at all. I finally got her to come lay her head on my shoulder. It wasn’t what I’d hoped for but at least it was something. Just as I was about to suggest that she get “comfortable” by laying across my lap there was a knock on the door. Elle got up to see who it was and when she did I peeked at my watch. I couldn’t believe that almost two hours had passed and that we were going to have to leave soon to get Elle back to the sorority by 5pm. The knock was from someone who didn’t know the unofficial “rules” for the use of the room. When Elle returned to me I mentioned the time and that we had to get ready to leave. When she heard that she immediately turned and left the room. I figured that she did the calculation and knew that she better find a toilet. I’ll admit I was disappointed. Not that I wanted her to have an “accident“ but I’d been waiting to get ”up close and personal“ with her and now it was time to go... or so I thought. When she came back she walked up right in front of me (I was still sitting on the love seat) and undid the side button on her pants and unzipped them. I stood up and slid my hand down her front and found that she’d not wiped. What a rush!. It seemed like forever since I’d been in that area. The soft flimsy feel of the wet nylon gave me an instant hard on. I don’t remember much else other than it didn’t last all that long.

When we got back to the sorority we found most of the pledges out on the porch. Elle wanted to introduce me to some of her roommates and after meeting a couple of them (Dee and Terri) another girl came up and told us that she’d heard that their actual initiation was going to begin at 5pm. That got everybody excited and my presence was pretty much negated at that point. If you’ve ever seen a bunch of girls get excited all at once you know what I’m talking about. I don’t even remember what constituted my ”good bye“ with Elle.

It was two weeks until Fall Party and until I saw Elle again. I knew exactly when initiation would begin for me and it was right after the official end of the party or, 6pm Sunday. The brothers had been ratcheting up the harassment of the pledges and life was pretty miserable. I was stressed almost to the maximum. One morning, at ROTC drill, I passed out and ended up in the infirmary for a day. When I was released I was told to rest and not to do any strenuous activity. I knew if I went to the fraternity I’d just get more crap so headed for my room downtown. I remember lying in bed and then hearing somebody yelling something like ”Anybody home?“ I got up and looked down the stairwell to see a deliveryman. He needed Mrs. K to sign a receipt. I could see her car in the driveway so gave another call for her. Hearing nothing I led him outside. As strange as it seems, in the six weeks I’d lived there I’d never been in the back yard. When they had added on to the house they put part of it in the driveway thus blocking it but there was an arbor and I figured that would lead there. As walked through it I saw a beautiful formal garden. It reminded me of the one at my grandparents house. But what really caught my attention was the ”T“ type clothes line I saw against the fence on the other side of the property. Hanging from the line were four pair of panties. It was easy to know which were Julie’s and which were Mrs. K’s. Two pair were typical full panty briefs and two were flare leg. I called for Mrs. K and she appeared from inside of what was once a carriage house (based on the age of the house). I stayed with the delivery man until she got to us. I really wanted to get closer to the panties but there was no way. When the man left Mrs. K. thanked me for finding her and when I started out towards the arbor she told me to follow her. She led me through the back door and into the kitchen. It was the first time I’d been in any part of the back of the house. Although she was walking me through to the hall I quickly looked around and saw a staircase and another bathroom. That explained why I never saw either Professor K. or Mrs K. in the upstairs bathroom. Back in my room I kept thinking of the panties on the line. I wondered why there were no other clothes along with them. But, it also got me to thinking about finding reasons to ”take a peek“ in the back yard in the future.

To be continued...

OCTOBER... (Part 28a)

With all the pressure from the fraternity and classes, my days were full. Seldom did Bob and I get back to our room during the day and when we did it was just for a brief moment to get something we needed. On one of those days I had to run (literally) back to the room to get a “prop” needed for a skit that some other pledges and I were doing for the supper entertainment. After retrieving what I was after I started down the hall to the bathroom and as I did I heard the front door slam. As I continued down the hall I saw Julie running up the stairs. She was wearing her cheerleading outfit and had one hand between her legs. I stopped and watched her go directly into the bathroom. As you can imagine I was intrigued. Even though I had to get right back to the fraternity I really did need to use the toilet. I stood there for a few minutes just to see what she did. I was about to move on when the door opened and she ran down the other hall to her room. I waited a few seconds and then went into the bathroom. The toilet was on the left as you walked in. When sitting there you were facing the window and as I did I saw something shiny on the floor. I looked closely and saw it was a trail of liquid. That immediately told me that she hadn’t made it to the toilet. Even though there was absolutely nothing about Julie that attracted me to her I found myself getting hard when I realized what she'd done. When I finished my “business” I went over to the sink and washed my hands. Lying on the sink by the cold water tap was a pair of what had to have been the “bloomers” to her outfit. They were red and I gently picked them up. As I shook them out I could see the wetness in the crotch area. But reality struck quickly when I looked at my watch. I really had to run to make it back to the fraternity on time. But my thoughts the whole way back were on Julie, wondering if this was a common ocurrance or not.

Elle’s college didn’t have a designated “Fall Weekend” like mine did. Their big Fall shindig was what they called “Homecoming” which was geared to their alumni. However, all the fraternities and sororities participated in the celebration by creating decorated floats for a big parade. It went through the downtown area ending up at the football field just before the game. The “brother” who had offered to drive me to Elle’s chose that weekend for his visit. It didn’t matter at first when we went but it turned out that this was a good choice.

By the time we got there the parade had already begun. I had him let me off downtown and I chased the parade to find Elle and her sorority’s float. She had told me that, as a pledge, she had to walk along side it with the full “sisters” getting to ride. When I got her attention I could see her smile light up her whole face. I couldn’t really talk to her but she was able to let me know where she’d be sitting at the stadium. When she finally reached me there she gave me one of the most emotional hugs I’d ever gotten from her. Usually it was me leading the way but not so this time. When she finally let me go she told me she really needed to get to a bathroom. (Remember, this was in the time before porta potties.) There were only two ladies bathrooms with a limited number of stalls at the stadium. (It was small) The closest real facilities were back at the Student Union. We’d made this same trek a few times in her Freshman year. But, as a pledge, she had to be excused by the pledge mistress first. It became obvious that Elle had developed a rapport with her, somewhat like the one I had with my “big brother”. With me standing by her side, Elle was told to just be back at the sorority by 5pm and she waved us off with a wink.

I was surprised that while we walked towards the SU Elle volunteered she was “soaked”. She would usually answer specific questions I might ask her but never volunteered any of that type of information. Taking her lead I asked her just what she was wearing. We’d come up with the code word “package” together quite a while back and it signified that she was wearing a sanitary pad with a pair of the heavy cotton Carter’s Spanky pants holding it and then another pad and another pair of panties over that. The last time I’d actually seen her wearing that combination she wore a pair of the sanitary panties with the plastic crotch to, hopefully, prevent any small leaks from getting into her clothes. She told me she had on a “package” but there was something new. She’d told me a while back that she now had full plastic panties to wear at night and she was wearing one. I knew that she'd told me that she’d begun to see the positive results of the operation so I was puzzled as to why. She then told me that all the pledges had to go to the farm where the float had been decorated at 9am to finish it up and there were no facilities. She said she just knew that by the time they made it to the staging area that she’d be wet and, even if she brought replacement “supplies”, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to get changed so decided to wear the full plastic panties just to be safe. I’d never seen them and as she talked about them I found myself starting a “bulge“.

The rest rooms were on the lower floor of the SU. As Elle went to clean up I went into the cafeteria which, because of the special nature of the weekend, was open to the public. I got a snack and then waited and waited for Elle. It seemed like forever. When she finally came up the stairs she had what looked like a ball of paper in one hand. I asked her what it was and she laughed and told me it was the remains of her ”package“, or, at least, her washed out wet panties. We headed for the lounge. I was surprised at just how many people were in there what with the football game going on. But one thing I noticed was that the door to the little room to the left of the fireplace was ajar. I led Elle over to it, knocked and not getting a reply, walked in. The blinds were down and the lights were off . It didn’t take much to figure out what the previous occupants had been doing in there.

We took off our coats and this time I took the lead and hugged and kissed Elle, As was my usual way, my two hands cupped her butt cheeks. To my pleasant surprise, she wasn’t wearing a ”package”. I wanted to sit on the love seat with her lying across my lap but she resisted. After the greeting I’d received at the stadium and the willing way she'd just returned my hug and kiss I was surprised. But, she said there was so much to talk about that she felt that we should do that first. (You have to realize that I’d asked her a lot of questions when I wrote or did get her on the phone and she hadn't been comfortable answering any of them on the phone at the sorority) Somewhat disappointed, I sat back and let her start talking.

To be continued...

SEPTEMBER... On into the Fall... (Part 27e)

Even though the lady was as nice as she could be my heart was pounding when I slipped in behind the wheel of my car. I wanted to get away from there and in my haste I forgot about the overheating problem. I made it halfway home before I had to stop and and wait for it to cool down so I could add more water. While waiting, I couldn’t believe how late it had gotten. I was supposed to be home to have dinner with my grandparents by 5PM and was also supposed to leave the car at the gas station. My father had arranged for one of the mechanics who worked on the racecar to fix it so I’d have it available when I got home at Thanksgiving. When I got there I saw that the racecar had some damage to it. I found out that the motor problems had actually been junk in the gas line and filter and that they’d raced the car a few times and done fairly well. They were racing it the next afternoon and asked if I was going with them. I told them I wished that I could but, no, I couldn't. I got a ride home from there but, because I’d gotten caught up with stuff about the racecar I realized that, much to my dismay, I’d left the panties in my car. I didn’t want to bring attention the bag on the seat so didn’t call the station and hoped I’d be able to borrow my father’s car after supper to go get them. Long story short... the answer was ”no”.

The “new” plan was to leave around 6am. I knew the station wouldn’t be open then so I had to find the spare set of keys. I was in a panic because the last thing I wanted was for Cliff or one of the other mechanics at the station to find the panties. It took a while but I finally located them. That let me get a little sleep but I needed to get the bag with the panties in my hands to feel safe. I persuaded my father to stop at the station telling him that I might’ve left something in my car. When I looked in the window the bag wasn’t there. Now it was total panic. I opened the door and slid in under the steering wheel. When I did I looked down to my right and saw the bag had slid partway down between the top and bottom of the seat. I remember pulling it out and just sitting there trying to catch my breath. When I got back in my father’s car he wanted to know what was in the bag. I didn’t lie. I told him it was a present for Elle. I’m glad he didn’t go any further with it as I knew my mother would have made me show her what it was.

I haven’t mentioned anything about my grandfather’s race horses since the time they were shipped from the track near the city. They’d spent the summer racing at tracks in New England and had a fair amount of success. After labor Day they were shipped to a track not that far from my college. Mt father’s original plan had been to drive to the track and see them and go to the races before delivering me to school. Back in those days they didn’t race on Sundays so the “new” plan was to go straight to the college. I had to be back at the fraternity by 5pm and by leaving so early we hadn’t run into much traffic. I calculated that we had about 2 hours to spare so pleaded with my father to still go to the track. We stopped for gas and my father was able to contact the trainer and arranged for us to meet him. I got to walk a couple of the horses while my father chatted with the trainer. What he found out was that one of my grandfather’s horses was racing the next night. Immediately, my father aid he stay over another day. I knew there was no way I’d be able to attend so, selfishly was disappointed knowing I was so close physically and yet still so far away.

I got what I expected back at the fraternity house. I was the “featured” performer for the evening meal. The only good thing was that, being a Sunday, a goodly number of the “brothers” weren't there. I took a lot of crap from those that were plus some “asides” from my fellow pledges who thought I was getting away with something by the fact that I’d pretty much missed weekend activities for the past few weeks. After the meal was over I ended up meeting with my “big brother“. He wanted to know how the trip went and when I mentioned my grandfathers’ race horses his face lit up. He asked if I knew Bobby, the only varsity football player in the house. Everybody knew who he was but I didn’t ”know“ him. I was literally dragged down the hall to Bobby’s room. I introduced myself and told him about the horses. I really don’t know how to describe his reaction but it did strike a chord. He had spent the past three Summers working at the track and really enjoyed himself. Before I knew it he was asking if I wanted to go to see my grandfather’s horse race the next night. I thought he was kidding... but he wasn’t. As a senior and a varsity athlete he could pretty much ”call the shots” as far as what went on in the house. He told me “not to sweat it” and to be ready to go at a time that I don’t remember. My only concern was how my fellow pledges would handle it.

My father had contacted his friends who ran the clothing store in town and was staying with them for the night. I let them know I’d be there but didn’t know if I could join them. I figured that I’d best stay with Bobby and the others he’d invited. It turned out to be like a grade B Hollywood movie as the horse won in the last strides. I got to meet up with my father in the winners circle where we had our picture taken with the horse and the trainer accepting the trophy. The guys from the fraternity were impressed so let me go join my father in the clubhouse with his friends. The only reason to mention this is that the girl who was waiting on them does show up again in the future. As I sat down this really pretty girl with strawberry blond hair came up and asked if there was anything I’d like to eat or drink. I passed on the offer but, as she walked away, I noticed a very noticeable panty line on the uniform pants she was wearing. It reminded me of the one I’d seen on Carol, my friend Buddy’s girlfriend during the Summer. I didn’t stay long with them but the memory of the VPL did.

I knew I was on “thin ice” for taking time away from the fraternity on the weekends. As much as I wanted to see Elle I didn’t have the nerve to even bring her up with my “big brother”. I don’t remember when it came up but one of the “brothers” polled the pledges about having a date for Fall Weekend. I’d discussed it with Elle and she’d indicated that her pledging activities would be over by them so she could. When I told the “brother” he asked where she went to school. When I told him he, without asking, offered to take me there on one of the upcoming weekends. His best friend was a varsity football player for Elle’s college and he wanted to see him play. I said I was interested but expressed concern about missing the weekend activities and he said he’d ‘take care of it“. There was nothing I could say or do but to excitedly wait for the day.

To be continued...

SEPTEMBER... On into the Fall... (Part 27d)

I walked into a discussion of the situation we found ourselves in by living in this house. The landlord, A German professor and his wife, had a list of rules that was onerous plus the fact that the bathroom didn’t have a shower. The conversation was on the latter. The three of us had to share it with the landlords 16 year old daughter, Julia. After a week it was obvious that she was what John called a ”bathroom hog“. A short trip for her was at least 20 minutes and when she took a bath it was over an hour. The daily problem was in the morning where we all (4) had to be out of the house by 7:30am. In her mind it was her house so she deserved to have a priority when it came to use of the bathroom. We decided to confront her mother to see what could be done. The meeting didn’t accomplish much other that that Julia would be told that her time in the morning would be the same every day and that she had (I think) 15 minutes to be in and out. It wasn’t much but it was something.

As expected I was the target of much abuse by the "brothers" for the whole week. The worst and, as it turned out, best part of the week was that I got called to the Administration building. I was supposed to have turned in the plates to my car and hadn’t. They were following up on it and I, ever the honest one, admitted that the car hadn’t been returned to my home. I was told to get the plates to them that day which, based upon my schedule, was a real hardship. Walking to the farm was around a half hour and I only had a little over an hour of free time. I jogged out and saved some time but once there found I didn’t have a screw driver to unscrew the plates. I went to the house and was greeted by Joanne. That was the good part. She found me what I needed and, much to my surprise, followed me out to the car. As much as I would have liked to pay attention to her I knew I had to get the plates off and back to campus. The rear plate was on the trunk of the car and after removing it I went to the front with Joanne following me. I had to squat down to get to the plate off the bumper and as I did Joanne did the same. I was surprised by that and looked right at her. As I did I got a straight line view right up her skirt. Oh my heart! I was the one who was embarrassed and quickly looked back at the plate. I only had a few seconds peek but I can still envision it. Once I was done I gave Joanne the screwdriver and took off with the plates. The jog back was much easier as I had the visage of those panties on my mind.

I survived the hazing for the rest of the week and, with the help of my ”big brother“, was excused from the weekend pledge activities so I could take the car home. I was originally going to drive home on Friday night but had to stay through the dinner meal. I didn’t want to drive through the city in the middle of the night for fear of breaking down so stopped at a motel just outside the city limits. I arrived home around noon time and my father had me put the boat away for the winter before doing anything else. His original plan was to drive me back on Saturday but, by the time I finished he felt it was too late. That was fine by me as I’d been thinking about the possibility of checking out the purchase of the same kind of panties that Penny and Pam wore. Since I now knew the source I began to figure how long it would take to get there and back and felt that I could make it in time for supper.

It was normally a 45 minute trip. Concerned about the possibility of the car overheating, I took my time. Even though I had recognized the name of the department store from having gone there with my Grandmother when I was much younger I was surprised what I found. It certainly wasn’t like the multi storied department stores in the city or even in the town where my Grandparents lived. It was all one floor and took up most of one side of the main street. (I subsequently found out that it had started out as a general store and as it grew the owners just kept buying up adjacent stores.) I walked in the main entrance and quickly found the lingerie department. There was a matronly woman behind the counter who, when I asked about Nazareth panties, gave me one of ”those“ looks that asked the question of why was I, a male teenager, asking to buy girls panties. I think this was the most embarrassed I’d ever been when doing this. The only specific thing I really remember is that she emphatically told me that the panties I was requesting were found in the children’s department... and then leading me over to it. Once there I felt like everyone in the area was looking at me. I remember the lady asking me what size I wanted. I knew I’d gotten both size 14 and 16 with Elle when we’d gotten the Carter’s Spanky Pants so I told her size 14. When she pulled the box off the shelf and then pulled a pair out I immediately knew they weren’t the panties I wanted. They had a regular type elastic around the waist and I thought she’d made a mistake. The ones I was looking for had a ”puckered” type waist elastic. That and they looked huge! Or, at least in my nervous state of mind, they appeared to be. The lady’s constant ”look“ had me totally flustered. Right about then I was ready to just turn around and leave. I wanted to buy at least six pair and I was so close but the clerk had me feeling so guilty I was reluctant to open my mouth. Just about then another woman walked up and said she’d take over. I was immenseley relieved. I assumed that she was the regular clerk for the department. The first lady gave me one last ”look“ and walked away. The new lady asked just what it was that I wanted so I described the panties I was looking for. She put the cover back on the box that was on the counter and then pulled another one off the shelf. When she held a pair up I knew I’d hit ”paydirt“. But, like the first one’s, they looked huge. There were only two in the box and I told her I’d take them. The new woman started writing the ticket up and then asked if that was all I needed. I’m sure I took a deep breath before I asked if I could see the size 12’s. She, without giving me a ”look“, reached behind her and pulled another box down. I could see that the box was full so I asked for six pair. I remember that the total for all eight pair was less than $5.

To be continued...

SEPTEMBER... On into the fall... (Part 27c)

I knew I’d be in trouble for not making the meal (the pledges were the ”entertainment“ at the evening meal) and was set to walk back to town at that point. I stopped at the barn to thank Mr and Mrs T. and to tell them that I hoped I’d be able to get my things out of their way the following weekend. When I did Mrs T. asked if I’d eaten yet and the answer was ”no“. Actually, other than the little bit Elle had gotten for me at lunch I‘d not had anything to eat at all. I think that just the thought of food made me say ”yes“ when she asked if I could hang on for a few more minutes. I did so gladly and proceeded to watch as both she and her husband hooked the mechanical milkers up to the waiting cows. I’d only seen it done by hand by my great aunt when I was a little so this was an interesting thing to watch.

When they were finished they both took off their coveralls and left them in the barn office. They were both wearing regular clothes under them and as we walked to the house I began to wonder why the daughter hadn’t done the same. Inside, we all washed up and then Mrs T. went to find Joanne. She brought her back into the kitchen and reintroduced her to me. Again, no eye contact. It made me feel uncomfortable. The girl now had on a cotton skirt and her hair was no longer in a pony tail. She was prettier than I’d seen her up to that point in time. I just wished she’d say something to me.

Since they had their main meal at noontime on Sundays they ate light at night. I didn’t care as, by then, anything was going to taste good. The only thing I do remember eating was a piece of delicious warm apple pie. I also remember it was the first time I heard Joanne speak. I had complimented Mrs. T on the pie and Joanne spoke up to say she’d made it. I was surprised by both her speaking and that she’d done the baking. Mrs T. then said that Joanne did all the baking in the household. At that point I wished I could have another piece. Mrs T. got the job of driving me back to town and, as it turned out, she gave me the missing information on her daughter.

She apologized for her daughter saying that she had some ”problems“ and because of that was very shy. I didn’t say a word as Mrs T. proceeded to give me Joanne’s history. She was late in learning to walk and talk but she went to kindergarten with kids of her own age. Because of where they lived (on a farm) she really didn’t have any friends her age to play with. Her two sisters were four and six years older than she was and it wasn’t that they shunned her but they were never close. Joanne had a hard time fitting in with the others but made it through the year. It was when Joanne started 1st grade that problems started to arise. Kindergarten was basically unstructured and 1st grade was. Joanne didn’t respond well to it and, when she was scolded for something she’d have a temper tantrum... and would sometimes wet her pants. It surprised me that she would tell me about that but, in a way, I was glad she did. Her social skills did improve but she wasn’t able to keep up with her schoolwork. The school wanted her to stay back and repeat the first grade. Mrs T. said she was concerned what that would do to Joanne's psyche because it would mean she’d be leaving her newly made friends. So, she went on to 2nd grade.

By this time the car was parked in front of the house I was living at. I didn’t want her to stop so I didn’t say anything. She went on to say that by the end of the year it was painfully obvious that Joanne wasn’t capable of keeping up so this time she was left back. Mrs T. said she didn’t take it very well. Mrs T. admitted that she and her husband hadn’t really helped the situation because they’d continuously compared Joanne with their other two girls who were excellent students. The result was that Joanne retreated into a shell. Any time she perceived she was being scolded she’d start to cry and just fall on the floor and have a tantrum. Because the family had friends who worked at the college they were steered to having Joanne evaluated. After testing it was found that her IQ was in the 80’s.

I don’t know why I was so fascinated with the story but I just sat and listened. She went on to say that after the initial disappointment about the results of the test that Joanne was treated differently at home. She and Joanne’s sisters worked with her trying to help her out. It was a struggle and it remained that way right up to the time Joanne was to move up into Junior High School. But with the change came some serious problems. In grade school you had the same teacher for all subjects. Joanne’s parents worked closely with each teacher and it seemed to help, especially in the social aspect. In Junior High it was a totally different school with all new teachers. Each subject was taught by a different one. Mrs T. said that she tried to explain Joanne’s situation to each in the form of a letter. It didn’t work as some of the teachers made fun of Joanne’s shortcomings. It didn’t take long for her new classmates to pick up on it and started teasing her by calling her ”Dummy“. Joanne wasn’t able to handle it and relapsed into the crying and tantrum stage again. She reached a point where she just wouldn’t go to school.

From that time on she pretty much stayed at home with Mrs. T. Even though she didn’t like farm work she was required to do some chores as a compromise to going to school. The rest of her time she spent in the kitchen where Mrs T. taught her how to bake and she seemed to find herself in that element. The first year she entered one of her products in the County Fair she won a ribbon. In fact, as we sat there in the car one of her apple pies was at the State fair being judged. When Mrs T. told me that I was truly impressed. I also noted that she seemed somewhat relieved having told me about her daughter. I didn’t know why that would be but I was glad that she did. I was tempted to ask if Joanne still had temper tantrums but I didn’t.

Somewhere during the telling of the last part of the story I saw my roommate Bob and John, another pledge at the fraternity who had rented the single room, return to the house. From the time we left the farm until I got out of the car well over an hour had passed. I thanked Mrs T. for the ride and for sharing the information about Joanne. I also told her I’d see her the following weekend to pick up my car and boat and then headed into the house. As I walked up the steps I found myself thinking about Joanne and her troubles with school. Something just didn’t seem right. But as soon as I walked into my room I had to change focus.

To be continued...

SEPTEMBER... On into the Fall... (Part 27b)

I was pretty excited by the time I pulled up in front of the sorority. It’d been almost two weeks since I’d seen her and had only talked to her for a few minutes during that time. The sorority house had originally been the home of a wealthy businessman in the town. With the depression followed by World War II, most of the manufacturing that had driven the town’s economy had closed. The majority of the homes that had housed the wealthy families had been converted into fraternities and sororities as the college became the prime focus for the town. As I walked up the steps I was impressed with the grounds that surrounded the house. The front door was massive. I can still picture it. After ringing the bell the door was opened by a plain looking girl in a bathrobe. I told her I was looking for Elle. The next thing I knew there were a dozen girls in the foyer gawking at me. Talk about being uncomfortable! I don’t know how long it was before I saw Elle coming down the stairs. It was a memorable sight as it was a circular staircase and Elle looked really good... not like she did when I’d last seen her. It was obvious that she was surprised (and happy) to see me as she ran up and threw her arms around me. It didn’t last long as a couple of the girls who were watching us started scolding her about doing something like that in the sorority house. That seemed a little harsh to me but that’s the way it was. Elle grabbed my hand and led me outside to the front porch. There wasn’t any privacy there either as the main living room was right there and the windows were all open. But it wasn’t considered to be ”in the sorority“ so we reconnected. I don’t think we said more than a few words for at least five minutes.

She, of course, wanted to know how I’d gotten permission to drive over. When I told her I didn’t have permission she gave me one of those ”looks“ but then gave me another big hug and kiss. I, on the other hand, had a lot of questions for her. The problem was that we had no privacy there. I suggested that we go down town to the restaurant that we’d spent a lot of time at in her freshman year but she said that she couldn’t. All the pledges had been confined to the house for the weekend because some of them had broken some rule. That and they had to eat all their meals at the house until they became full members (sisters). So, instead of finding out the details of just how she was doing with regards to the operation I had to pretty much limit my questions as to her roommates and the sorority itself. When it came time for lunch, Elle smuggled some things out to me when she finished up. Even though it wasn’t much I was thankful for it.

One thing that stands out in my memory from that day was when she told me about her roommates. There were eight of them in the room. She said she felt like a sardine in there. There were 4 bunk beds and barely enough room for desks and dressers. I knew she was worried about her condition and how it would be accepted by her roommates but I also knew she did not expect to have seven other girls with her. Once I heard that I really wanted to know how that part was working out. Without saying much she indicated that it was OK... so far. One thing she did offer was that one of the girls (Maggie) was even more shy about her body than she was. (Remember, even though we’d had sex I still hadn’t seen her completely naked.) I didn’t know how that played into the situation but for her to tell me about the girl it must’ve had some meaning.

Nancy, one of her roommates from her Freshman year, came out on the porch and sat with us for a while and with her around I managed to find out a little more about the other girls in their room. They actually knew two of them as they had been in the same dorm the year before. Both Elle and Nancy volunteered that the other four seemed nice enough even if the one girl was a bit ”different“. That was about all I got by the time they had to go inside for some sort of function.

I’d made it over without any car problems but the trip took just about twice as much time. My problem had been with overheating which meant I had to wait for the engine to cool down before putting more water on the radiator. Since I had the problem all the way back from Ohio I pretty much knew how long I had to wait to add the water. By the time I got back to the farm I was already late for the meal at the fraternity. The lateness wasn’t all the fault of the car as I arrived at the farm just as they were herding the cows in from the pasture. I had to wait until the last one crossed the road to be able to pull into the driveway. But, as I waited I saw something that I had hoped to see... the daughter, Joanne.

She, like both her mother and father, was wearing coveralls and rubber boots. She kind of lagged behind her parents as they hustled the animals into the milking barn. As I rehitched the boat to the car I kept my eyes on the girl. She walked across in front of the car and even though I said ”hello“ to her she didn’t even acknowledge me. I thought it strange but continued to follow her with my eyes as she approached the house. At the base of the steps up to the porch she stopped and took off her boots and then climbed up to the porch. My guess is that I was about 100 yards away at this point. Then, standing right in front of the door, she took her coveralls off and lay them over a chair that was right there. I couldn’t believe my eyes as she was now standing there in just a sleeveless blouse and her panties. She was only there for a few seconds before disappearing inside but the visage was burned into my brain. I couldn’t understand it as she knew I was there and could see her... but I wasn’t complaining.

To be continued..

SEPTEMBER... On into the Fall... (Part 27a)

I had dreamed of qualifying for the Championships right from when I first started racing. Even with that in mind I headed for Ohio with mixed feelings. As hard as it was to qualify I didn’t want to give up my spot and to stay home to be with Elle. Because of the limited time we’d had together after the operation I didn’t really know her inner feelings. As it turned out it was quite an experience and I actually did very well under some very trying conditions. When the races were over I had to head for college. I was actually supposed to sign in on that Friday but I was still racing. My father had contacted the school and got an exemption for me. As a Sophomore I was not allowed to have a car at school but I’d also been given a week’s exemption with the provision that I was not to drive the car while it was there except to take it home. On my way back to school from the championships I had briefly given some thought to stopping by Elle’s school to see her. But I’d experienced car problems the whole trip back. I was afraid that if I broke down between her school and mine I, with the boat in tow, I would have really been in trouble as the roads were narrow and were lightly traveled. I made it back to school on Sunday afternoon and was faced with a problem right away.

As I’d previously written, my roommate, Bob, and I had drawn a short straw as far as being able to have a room at the fraternity. We’d arranged to get a room downtown at the home of one of the college’s professors. When I pulled up in front of the house I realized that they didn’t have any place for me to park the car let alone the boat. After conversations with the professor and his wife they were able to arrange for me to take them both to the farm of a friend. It was almost dark when I arrived and was greeted by some really nice people. They showed me where to park and then invited me in for a bite to eat. I never expected something like that. I knew they were going to drive me back to town but this was special. Besides the food being good, (it was my first homecooked meal in almost a week) there was one other thing... the daughter.

I really didn’t find out much about her that night. Most of the conversation, unfortunately, revolved about me. I did find out that her name was Joanne and she was the youngest of three girls. She seemed to be exceptionally shy and rarely spoke. But it was hard for me to take my eyes off her. She was the stereotypical “farmers daughter” with long blonde hair (tied back into a pony tail), good looks and very well “developed“. On the trip back to town I couldn’t get my mind off her.

Bob had already settled in to our room so, while I was taking the car to the farm, carried all my things upstairs. It was another unexpected treat. As I unpacked he brought me up to date on the fraternity and what we, as ”pledges“, were expected to do. He warned me that we were going to be, for all intents and purposes, slaves to the brothers. He endured an indoctrination on Saturday and warned me that they were lying in wait for me for missing it. He told me of some the hazing that the pledges had suffered through and all I could think of was that it was going to be worse for me. Little did I know!

My ”punishment“ for not being there for that first Saturday was having to be there at the fraternity house the next weekend doing all kinds of menial tasks for the brothers. That was the weekend I had expected to drive the car and boat home. All pledges were assigned a ”Big Brother“. Some were real bastards and looked at their pledge as their own personal servant and worse. I got lucky in that mine was pretty laid back and, because he had a girlfriend at a school within driving distance, spent most of his weekend time there. I did have a lot of ”chores“ to do for him on Saturday and had to put up with a lot of crap from the other brothers who were around the house while I was there. But, he gave me a reprieve for Sunday. Since Bob and I lived downtown it was a case of ”out of sight, out of mind“ when it came to the rest of the brothers. My Big Brother had given me the heads up not to come to the house on Sunday unless I wanted a lot more of the crap I’d had to go through on Saturday. Lying in bed that Sunday morning I hatched the idea of driving over to see Elle. I walked the two plus miles out to the farm and retrieved the keys from Mrs T., the farmers wife. I figured that there was no way the school authorities would know. I hoped that I would get to see the daughter but she was nowhere in sight. I can tell you that I was praying the whole way to Elle’s college that the car didn’t give me too big a problem... and it didn’t.

Trying to catch up with Elle at her sorority had proved to be difficult all week long as the house only had one phone and it was a pay phone, just like at the fraternity. Since she was a pledge she ranked lowest on the totem pole as far as phone use was concerned. I quickly learned that it was far cheaper to call person to person rather than have someone answer the phone and then, while someone was supposedly looking for Elle, hang the receiver up on me. When I did get though the sisters would only let the pledges talk for three minutes if any one of the sisters wanted to use the phone. Because of that I really didn’t know how Elle was doing. I didn’t bother to call to tell her I was coming figuring that I probably wouldn’t get though to her anyway.

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AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26i)

As I said, I had to work Sunday morning. Labor day weekend was probably the busiest weekend of the year as far as pumping gas was concerned. Cliff, my boss, wasn’t all that happy about me leaving at noon but he’d agreed to it when I was hired. When I got home I only had a short time to visit with Elle and then get to the sailing club on time. I found her to be what I now know as depressed. She’d had the catheter removed and now found that her wetting was worse than before the operation. She’d talked with the doctors and they told her to have patience. I couldn’t add any more to it and felt bad that I couldn’t stay to keep her company.

I don’t have any memory of the races that day but I do remember I ended up third (again) in the season standings. The prizes were to be handed out that night at the sailing club and Elle was supposed to go with me but she was too afraid of what might happen if she did. Once I received my trophy I left and went back to see Elle. Time was running out on me as I only had that night and, hopefully, some time the next day before I was on my way to Ohio. She was scheduled to go back to college on Thursday and was fearful about how she’d be able to handle it in her present condition. I remember her sitting on the day bed couch on her front porch with a piece of plastic spread out under her and a bath towel on top of that. Her mother originally didn’t want me to come in and to see her like that but Elle went against her and I was allowed in. I felt really helpless because there was nothing I could do or say to help her. She understood that it was a really big thing for me to go race in the championships. I was going to be the youngest competitor and, more important than that was the fact that there were some really good sailors who had never even qualified for the championships and this might be my only chance. When I got up to leave she got up with me. (Her parents, thankfully, had gone to bed.) I remember giving her butt a squeeze when kissing her (like I usually did) and finding it very wet. After an initial start to a bulge I came back to the reality that the girl did have a serious problem. I promised I’d stop by the next day when I could and went on home.

Labor day was an incredibly busy day for pumping gas. Tony and his family left for their winter home first thing in the morning which meant it was basically Cliff, my boss, and I at the station. A lunch break was out of the question which meant another chance to be with Elle was eliminated. Even though I had to get my boat and trailer ready for the trip to Ohio the following morning I stayed and pumped gas until it was almost dark. When I finally got home I ran over to see Elle for a just a few minutes. She was feeling better but with her parents around I didn’t get too ”close” to her, if you know what I mean. My heart wasn’t into going home to pack up my things although I did. I pretty much knew I wouldn’t see Elle again until we were both back at college which made me sad.

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AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26h)

I didn’t know what to say but after a few seconds I bent down to pick up the clothes. Penny came over and squatted down to help. As she did she managed to pull her skirt up and as she sort of swiveled around gave me a “free show”. It was funny because I was holding the same thing she was wearing right there in my hands. I don’t remember exactly what she said but she made some comment about how funny it was to see a boy holding girls underwear. The temperature and my embarrassment went up immediately. I don’t know why she chose that moment to ask why Elle didn’t come but she did. Not really thinking, probably due to my acute embarrassment, I told her she was recuperating from an operation. That statement elicited great interest from Penny. She then told me she wanted to become a doctor and wanted to know just what kind of operation it was. I certainly didn’t know the name of the procedure so I kind of stumbled when I told her what it was supposed to fix. I honestly think Penny was intrigued with what I told her because she started asking me what Elle’s symptoms had been. I literally had my “foot in it“ at this point and started telling her about Elle’s wetting problems. She couldn’t believe that Elle had not only gone to High School that way but had completed a year of college as well. Then I got some juicy news as she told me about a couple of times she wet herself at school and the teasing she had to endure. As I listened I got the idea to ask about Pam. She laughed and told me I had to ask her myself. but the impression I got was that Pam had also suffered some number of the same type embarrassments. One of the things Penny asked was what Elle did about sleeping. I’d started so I couldn’t very well stop so I told her how she wore the heavy cotton Carter’s Spanky Pants with the sanitary pads. At this point I got the idea to ask about the panties that we’d, by now, picked up and put back in the basket. I certainly didn’t tell her that I’d been intrigued by them since the first time I’d seen the twins and their panties but I said that they would have been perfect for Elle. So I asked if she knew where they were purchased. I remember her giggling. She explained that her family had a lady that took care of most of their needs and that she (and Pam) had never gone shopping for underwear. Somewhere around then Pam reappeared and told Penny that they were both wanted downstairs since it was their party. I remember Pam putting her diary away as Penny and I started down the hall. On the way to the stairs we met Elise, the lady who she’d mentioned and who had brought the basket into the bedroom. She was carrying another small wicker basket and, as we passed, Penny stopped her and peered into the basket. Pulling out a pair of the very same type panties she then asked the lady where she’d purchased them. I remember the lady looking at me and then at Penny with this funny look on her face. Penny had to ask her again and I thought her answer would be that they came from a store in the city. I was wrong. It was a from a local department store. I'd heard of it but had never been there. I lived across the bay from where we and the store were located. I know my grandmother had shopped there as I'd seen boxes with name on it at her house. I was happy because at least I had a name to work with. We then continued on down to the party where I caught up with David.

He’d been drinking with some guys who knew some of his friends. I mingled around for a while and then decided that I wanted to head for home. I went to find the girls to say good by and found Penny first. It was obvious that she’d been imbibing as she was less than steady on her feet and she was much louder than usual. I walked up to her and before I knew it she had her arms around me and started kissing me. There were people around and I was embarrassed. I really didn’t know what to do. When she let me go she started telling everyone that I was the one that taught her how to race. That wasn’t true at all but in her condition, that’s what came out. I managed to "escape" and went looking for Pam but again ran into Penny. She pulled me over to one of the cement garden benches and pointed for me to sit down. I didn’t want to but I did anyway. She promptly sat in my lap and turned to kiss me. It was now very obvious that she was drunk and I really wanted to get away from her. I also didn’t want to hurt her or her feelings so I just sat there. I didn’t respond to her advances although it would have been easy to have taken advantage of her. I finally made the effort to stand up and when I did she slipped off my lap and into a heap on the ground. There wasn’t much light but it was easy to make out her panties. I did take advantage of that though. However, she caught me looking and, I guess in a snit, pulled the hem on the dress up and over her face. In that position I had almost a full view of her panties from waistband on down. I didn’t want to leave her that way so bent down and picked her up. She didn’t resist and I carried her in through the kitchen. Elise, the lady who looked after the girls was there and offered to take her from me. At that point I really did want to leave even if it meant not saying good bye to Pam. I found David and then my car and we headed for home.

Dave slept (or was passed out) most of the way. As I drove past the town where the twins caretaker lady said she’d purchased their panties I started thinking about how and when I could get back there to check them out. But I couldn’t come up with anything. The next day was Sunday and not only was the store going to be closed (this was the 50’s) but I was working in the morning and racing my sailboat in the afternoon. The day following was Labor Day, a holiday with just about everything closed. I was leaving for Ohio to race in the National sailing championships on the day after that. From there I was going straight back to college. Even though I was happy to now know where to look for the panties I was disappointed that I couldn’t get to go check them out.

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AUGUST...The backside of Summer... (Part 26g)

I was up in time to give her a hug and a peck on the cheek before she and her mother left. I still had to limit my physical actions when her mother was around. As they pulled out of the drive I was told by her mother that it wouldn’t be worth my while to come in and visit and Elle would be “in recovery”. I had told Elle that I would and when she heard her mother’s words I could see the disappointment on her face. I did get her mother to promise to call my mother to let her know how it went.

Because of the motor problems with the racecar we hadn’t raced it in a while. That Wednesday night was the last Wednesday show for the Summer and there was a special show because of it. We decided to try one more time. Before we left for the track my mother called to say Elle was OK and would be home the next afternoon. Even though I knew she’d be in a period of recovery I couldn’t wait to see her.

The results at the races were more of the same old stuff... motor problems. It was frustrating to say the least. The guys who worked on the motor were at their wits end. Back at the station we decided to call it a year even though there were still more scheduled races. That meant I would be free Saturday night. I’d received a formal invitation to Pam and Penny’s (the sailing twins) party but originally wasn’t going to attend. Elle was also invited as well as David, the fellow who had loaned the girls the part they needed at the last big regatta. With the decision not to race I began to give the invitation some serious thought. Even though I was dating Elle, it was flattering to be pursued by two other girls.

Elle arrived home not feeling well at all. She’d had a reaction to the anesthesia and was still lethargic on Friday. She was also required to have a catheter which was very uncomfortable. So, when Saturday arrived she told me she wasn’t going to the party. I’m not sure what my reaction was. In hindsight I would probably say I was relieved as Elle had indicated some jealousy towards the girls before she met them and their parents. In any case it was just David and me that headed for the party.

I knew that the family was rich from just observing the parents and seeing some of their things. However, I had no idea just how rich they were. We had the address and some limited directions to follow and, as we went down the road to their house I thought there was some mistake. On both sides of the road were these very large estates. (Remember, this was in the late 50’s) We arrived at the street number and there were these two large brick columns with an iron gate attached to each. At the end of the drive was this large house with colonnades in front. We were guided as to where to park and I remember feeling I was way out of place. The party was out in back of the house and in a formal garden. I could see a pool and pool house as well as a tennis court. I was able to recognize some of the people who were there as being part of the sailing community. As I remember it there were probably two to one young people as opposed to adults. I think it was Penny who saw us first and she came running up and gave me (not David) a big hug. I didn’t know how to react. Pam followed a minute or so later. They were wearing the same summer dress but one had a yellow ribbon as a belt and the other a pale green one. They had matching bows around their pony tails as well. We had to go through the obligatory welcoming and met the parents once again. (As an aside: The father was the President of General Tire, a major tire maker at the time)

The girls led us around to the food and drink (and there was plenty of that) and then we intermingled with some of the people who’s faces we recognized. Somewhere along the line I lost track of David and soon after I did I was “attacked” by (I think) Pam. She asked if I wanted to see the inside of the house. I said I did and she took me in through the kitchen. It was huge and there were quite a few people in there making up food trays for the party. I’d been in the kitchen of a few restaurants and this kitchen was equally as large. I got to see all the rooms that were downstairs and remember thinking that this was only a Summer home to them. I was amazed. Even in my wildest dreams I don’t think I would have believed that I got to go upstairs. The master bedroom was almost as big as the living room in my house and I knew that ours was much larger than most. There was a bathroom in there just for her parents as well as a closet that was bigger than the room my brother and I shared. I’d never seen anything like that before. As we walked down the hall we went past four large bedrooms, two on each side, with a full bathroom between each. There were doors from each bedroom going into the bathrooms so you didn’t have to go out in the hallway. I was very impressed. At the other end of the hall was the bedroom the twins shared. Pam told me that when the house was being designed they were asked if they each wanted their own room and they said no to the idea. They wanted to be together.

As I walked in I saw two canopy beds, one on each side of the room. Each side was a mirror of the other. They each had their own full set of furniture including a soft, comfortable chair. Each had their own closet. They weren’t anywhere near as big as the closet the parents had but they were still impressive. While Pam was in the process of showing me her side of the room this lady, in a uniform, knocked at the door (which was open). She was holding a small wicker basket under her arm. Pam told her to come in and told her to put the basket on the end of her bed. After she left Pam went looking for an entry in her diary that she wanted me to see. It was for when she saw me for the first time. When she told me this I remember getting all flushed. She was having a hard time finding it so she retreated to her bed and sat as she flipped the pages. I followed and sat next to her. As I sat down I glanced into the basket and, right on top and not folded, were cotton panties. They had the same unique waistband that I seen both the girls wearing. Oh how I wanted to just reach over and pick a pair up. Actually, I wanted ask where they were purchased. But I knew that neither was a possibility. Pam finally found the date and the entry she was looking for. All I can say I was embarrassed as I read it. Pam was holding the book and leaning towards me so I could see it. All of a sudden we heard a very loud “Ah Ha!”. It scared both of us. When I turned towards the door I somehow managed to knock the basket onto the floor. It wasn’t intentional. (Really!) The sounds had come from Penny who’d been looking for Pam. Both Pam and I stood up and looked at Penny. We probably looked guilty of something even though we’d done nothing wrong. She said her parents wanted to see her right away. Pam left immediately with Penny standing in to doorway and me standing by the side of the bed with a pile of clean underwear around my feet. It would have made for an interesting picture.

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AUGUST...The backside of Summer... (Part 26f)

By the time were got there the wind had picked up substantially and was blowing directly on shore. That meant waves which meant there was no way to get ashore without getting wet. We dropped anchor and then the sails. I remember the tide was out so I anchored as close to shore as possible so that when it was time to go home it wouldn’t be that hard to get back to the boat. I’d selected a spot where the beach appeared to be uninhabited. After struggling ashore with our things we walked up the beach to find a sheltered spot to get out of the wind. Elle had jumped overboard in water up to her waist. She was still in just her panties and hadn’t said anything about it. That made me happy, for sure. I would’ve been happier if the panties had been nylon as they would’ve gone transparent. But I was happy to have what I had. We were able to get our beach towels ashore without getting wet and spread them out on the sand. I don’t know what time it was but we were both hungry. I remember sitting across from her with her sitting in the yoga style. I also remember my fully engorged penis lying along my inner thigh and me trying to keep it from sticking out from the leg opening of my shorts. I honestly had a hard time swallowing my food as I just stared at her crotch.

When we finished I had her come over to me and to lie on top of me. Her panties were still damp and I remember pressing them into her butt cheeks. The next step was to roll her off so we were lying side to side. I remember her asking where “he” was. Whenever we’d been in that position “he” was always between her legs. I could only take it to mean that she wanted “him” there. I’m not sure just how I managed it but I did get rearranged and got to the desired position. It took a little “doing” but I eventually convinced her to undo her bra. With some clumsy maneuvering I was able to get one hand up to one of her nipples. It didn’t take long for her to start to “warm up”. With one hand on a breast and the other rubbing her panties she was getting “really warm”. When I went inside the panties it took her over the top. The problem was... we were in broad daylight and in an area that neither of us was familiar with. When that registered with her, the whole situation came to an end. It was fun while it lasted though.

I, hoping to allay her fears about anyone being around, suggested that we go for a walk. With only her panties covering her bottom, she was reluctant. I convinced her that if we walked along the water’s edge we could just run in and squat if we saw anyone. She agreed and we headed off. We walked for about 15 minutes without seeing any signs of life. On our way back I was hoping that would be enough for her to let me go back to where we’d been just a little earlier. She’d stop from time to time to pick up a shell or two and on this one time I caught her peeing. I told her I was disappointed that she didn’t tell me but she pleaded innocence saying that it had just started on it’s own. I did get my hand between her legs for the last little bit. I was surprised at just how warm it was.

Once back at our picnic spot I was starting to get concerned about the wind. It was still coming out of the North and seemed to be picking up. If the wind didn’t switch to the South it was going to be a long and hard trip back. The wind was coming from the exact direction we need to go to get home and sailboats can only sail at a partial angle to the wind’s direction. As much as I wanted to get back to where Elle and I had been right after lunch I quickly became more concerned with getting us home. Without explaining the situation in detail to Elle we began picking up and loading our things back into the boat. The water was now up to Elle’s shoulders and the waves were bouncing us around. I took advantage of it and grabbed her and gave her a big hug and kiss. From that point on it was work.

There was no need to abuse the boat and ourselves, especially Elle, so I sailed in a 45 degree angle to the wind. It meant we had further to go but it would be a lot easier. Poor Elle took the brunt of every wave that splashed up. By the time we finally reached our side of the bay we were still a long way from the sailing club. It was a lot easier sailing close to the shore on this side of the bay because the waves weren't a big. However, Elle was so cold she was shaking. I knew we could put into the creek where Wendy (from earlier blogs) lived so we headed there. Once at the dock Elle ran up to the house. I secured the boat and then followed on up to the house. Wendy’s mother was the only one home and had taken Elle to get a warm shower. I waited at the door for a while until she appeared. When she did I called my father to come pick us up. I declined taking a shower and getting dry clothes as I knew Wendys’ father’s clothes were way too big for me. When Elle appeared she had on a cute playsuit. It turned out to belong to Susan, the oldest daughter. I was surprised as she was the biggest of the three girls and thought Elle might be given some of Wendy’s clothes since they were about the same size. I have to admit though, that one of my first thoughts was just what kind of panties she might have on.

By the time we got home we were both late for supper and I barely had time to shower, change clothes and get to work. When I got home I found that Elle had gone to bed. Not the perfect ending to the day.

Even though I had time off the next afternoon I didn’t spend it with Elle. She had invited a few of her college friends to spend the day and other than stopping by to say “Hi” I had to wait until I was off work to be alone with her. Even though I cheated and closed a bit early, my time alone with her was limited as her mother told her she had to be in bed early. The hospital where the operation was to take place was two hours away so they had to leave around 6am. I remember telling her that whatever discomfort she might be in from the operation it would be worth it. I also remember thinking selfishly that I hoped it wouldn’t end my “pee fun” with her.

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AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26e)

Elle and her mother had decided that she would have her “procedure“ the last week in August. The doctors had told them that she’d need a week for recovery and she was due to head back to college the day after Labor Day. The actual date would be determined by the availability of the operating room at the hospital. With that in mind Elle decided to stop work after the last Sunday in August.

My time with Elle had been severely restricted during most of August what with her working as many hours as possible to make up for the lost time for her upcoming operation. Even though I had most afternoons off, she didn’t. As I explained earlier, getting off work at 11pm left me with no choice but to see her at her house for less than an hour each night. We’d gotten ”adventurous“ one night and almost got caught by her mother. That ended that. One thing that helped me mentally was the fact that she had her period for a week during that time.

Elle finished up work when the store closed at 6pm that last Sunday and I, just coming home from the local sailing races, picked her up. What should’ve been a night to spend alone with her was punctuated by the annual combined birthday party for our Fathers. By the time we were ”excused“ it was around 9pm. When we got up to leave we were asked where we were going. We didn’t have an answer so it was ”suggested” by both our mothers that we stay around. I’d anticipated the time alone for days and to say I was upset is to put it mildly. Unfortunately, my immaturity pretty much killed whatever it was that we were going to do. One thing that Elle and I talked about though was the fact that we’d not been on a sailing picnic the whole Summer. I hadn’t really thought about it but later, up in my room, I did and remembered the really good times we’d had.

The next morning, a Monday, Elle, who was no longer working called me at the gas station. Her operation had been scheduled for Wednesday and she called to ask if it were possible to try for a sailing picnic. I knew it was since I had afternoons off but what I really needed was to get off a little earlier than usual (1pm). I immediately asked Cliff, my boss, if I could leave early. The car wash business was really slow that day and recognizing that one person (Tony) could handle it told me I could take off as soon as Tony arrived. He reminded me to be back by 7pm though. I called Elle back and told her I was on my way. By the time I got to her house she’d already made up the lunches and had a thermos of home made lemonade ready to go. I remember she was wearing shorts and a blouse and when she said she was going to change to her bathing suit I asked her not to. I’m pretty sure she asked why but agreed to go as she was. We had to go back to my garage to get the sails and other necessary gear before we could leave. The only concern I had was in who I could get to help us get the boat down the beach and then into the water.

Luck was with me as Tom, the newest member of the sailing club was there working on his boat. He’d taken the week off and planned to teach his wife Jane, who was with him, the nuances of sailboat racing. After talking with him we worked it out that we’d help each other. I did have some concern that he’d want to sail along with us but, after getting both boats into the water, he still had more work to do on his boat. I got the sails up as quickly as possible and we took off.

The wind was out of the North. Knowing that the prevailing wind in the afternoon came out of the south, it made sense to head across the bay so that we’d have an easy trip both going and coming. With the wind behind you it’s pretty much brainless sailing. We both sat in the cockpit with Ele facing me. That was good because as she moved about I could get panty peeks up her leg openings. I was somewhat disappointed in that she was wearing the heavy cotton Carters Spanky Pants and not nylon ones. In any case, we’d been sailing for a while when she jumped up to sit on the deck. I asked what was wrong and she admitted that she’d leaked and was going to pee. Out of somewhere I told her to take her shorts off so she wouldn’t pee in them. She hesitated, looked all around, and, seeing no boats around, stood up and let the shorts fall into the cockpit. Then she sat back down and ooched her bottom out towards the outside of the boat. I remember telling her not to go too far so she wouldn’t fall over if a puff of wind hit us. (That wasn’t going to happen and I knew it) I moved forward and looked right at her crotch as she began peeing. It’s something that’s totally burned into my memory. I watched her pee build up in the triangle between her legs. It was like watching a bowl getting filled. I was also wearing shorts and my penis was trapped as it continued to grow. She stopped before it ran over the coaming and into the cockpit but I was transfixed as I watched the pool of yellow slowly disappear. She was watching me and my face the whole time. When she’d finished she made some sort of comment about me getting “excited” whenever she wet her panties.

I honestly don’t remember us ever having a talk on this particular subject before. I, of course, knew it was true and I guess I sort of thought that she understood. But it was obvious that she’d not put much, if any, thought into it. The conversation for the rest of the way was totally on that subject. It was embarrassing for me but I realized that I couldn’t hide from it any longer. I, without going into any of the detail I’ve given in this whole blog, told her about my fascination with girls wetting themselves. She had some questions for me but the sum and substance of it for her was to be reassured that my interest in her wasn’t driven by her wetting problem. I don’t remember having to plead with her to believe me that I was in love with her and not her peeing. I did have to admit that it was a very sexual thing for me though. I know we didn’t get much further than that before we arrived at the other side of the bay and I had to decide where to go ashore.

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