LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18i)
We sat in the front seat, winter coats on, and just looked at each other. I finally reached out and tried to pull Elle closer. Eventually she snuggeld in and, still sitting and facing forward, opened her coat. As I remember it we talked about trivial things... until Elle sat up and reached for the door. Both of us had lost track of time but her bladder hadn't. She tried opening the door but it hit the side of the garage and she couldn't get out. It only took a few seconds but she was in a full blown panic as she tried climbing over me to open my door. The problem was I was still behind the steering wheel and that wasn't going to work. I tried to calm her down as I tried opening the door. I remember her yelling "HURRY! I'm going!".
Even after all these years I still don't know what came over me at that moment. I had my right hand on her hip trying to push her off me while I tried the door handle. When the door opened I put my left hand on her other hip and, more or less, held her there. She had one knee between my legs and was squirming, trying to get me to move and to get out. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" still resonates in my mind. I slid towards her side and as I did she then tried to finish climbing over me. That's when I really grabbed and held her. I didn't expect her to capitulate so readily. She stopped fighting and just relaxed, straddling me. Within seconds I could feel the warmth of her pee across my groin. Within seconds we were kissing passionately.
Reason took over after a while and we took our coats off, trying to keep them somewhat dry. As we did Elle started laughing... and so did I. My pants were soaked and so was part of Elle's skirt. We didn't know what else to do... except to laugh. The car heater was keeping us warm as we tried to figure out what to do. There was no way my pants were going to get dry but I took them off anyway. I persuaded Elle to take her skirt (and slip) off by telling her I thought we could get them dry by the time she had to be home. I put the glove campartment (I'm really dating myself here) door down and hung the skirt so the blower from the heater would hit the wet area. But the real question was what were we going to do with ourselves for the rest of the evening. I checked the time and it was around 9pm or so. Three hours to go.
Needless to say my "bulge" was more like a mountain within my underpants. Our wetness wasn't a problem for the front seat as it was covered with plastic seat covers. However, the back seat was cloth. Over the summer we'd left a stain or two but if we moved back there, since I didn't have anything to put under us, it would be a big one. I saw my coat lying back there. The next thing we knew we were both in the back seat.
We took our usual positions... me sitting with Elle lying on her right side across my lap... and my right hand in her crotch, fingers massaging her wet panties. Time is irrelevant here but it wasn't long before I'd worked Elle up to a "fever pitch". She tried to move my hand but I wouldn't let her. Even when she pushed her way up to a semi sitting position I wouldn't let up with my fingers. When she finally made it up to a full sitting position she immediately came over to straddle me. We'd only had the one time right before leaving for college and she'd been lying down across the back seat. She worked her lower body right up into my groin and was kissing me far more passionately than I could remember. I was certainly enjoying it! Then, quite suddenly, she backed away and, grabbing my penis, attempted to get it inside her panty leg. It didn't work at first so she then used two hands. I was holding my breath, praying I wasn't going to come. But, all the "action" was just too much for me... and I could feel the pulsing as I "exploded". She didn't realize it and continued, frantically trying to get me inside her. It just wasn't to be.
To say we were both disappointed is putting it mildly. I was probably more embarassed than anything else. What we were faced with was another mess and basically nothing to use to clean ourselves up with. The only relatively dry thing to use we had was my T shirt. Like my coat, it too was sacrificed. After we'd done the best we could we climbed back into the front seat and tried to figure out just waht to do now. Elle's slip and skirt had dried but when she put the skirt up to her nose she winced. Actually, she was in better shape than I was in that her parents would be asleep when she got home. It was what to do with the clothes that had gotten wet that was the problem. For me, my pants and underpants were wet (and cold) as well as my coat. How to explain that to my parents was my dilemma. I didn't have a clue. Elle proceeded to get dressed and I, as much as I dreaded it did too. Even with the heat inside the car, the cold, clammy feeling was terrible. By then it was after 11pm which meant that the movie was over. Taking Elle home early, although unusual, wouldn't create another problem so we decided on that.
I left her off at the end of her driveway and watched her disappear into the house. I sat in the car until I saw the light go on in her room and then drove off. I don't know what triggered the idea but I suddenly remembered that I had a key to my house on the car keychain. I quickly doubled back and pulled into my driveway. The outdoor cold "attacked" my wet pants as I ran up the walkway. I'd taken about half my clothes to college with me so it wasn't hard to find another pair of pants. The underwear drawer was almost bare but I did find one pair of underpants that fit. Now the problem was in what to do with the wet things. As I pulled on the dry pants I thought of the attic. I made a quick trip up there and stowed the wet things under the eaves. Now I had to remember they were there! My coat was another, totally different, problem. I really only had one winter coat and, even though it didn't look bad, a quick "sniff" told another story. But what was I to do...
To be continued...
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18h)
By the time the girls finally came downstairs it was after 11am. I gave Elle a hug and a peck on the cheek, still wary of her mother's disdain for displaying affection. There was a lot I wanted to talk with Elle about but, with Nan present, that wasn't possible. To make "small talk" I asKed how their trip home was. That started something as both answered at once. The long and short of it was that the guy driving drove like a maniac and smoked like a chimney. Nan volunteered that on top of that he was a real "creep" in that he wouldn't stop for Elle to use a rest room on the last part of the trip because "he had a date". I looked at Elle and got the impression that she would've been happier to tell that part to me herself. They went on to say that they weren't going back with him and would be taking the train. I had no idea how to get to Elle's college by train but I did know that the only train leaving our town left at 6am. They had pretty much worked out the details on their own. That news meant that I would only have the rest of the day (and night) and Saturday with Elle and that I had to share her with Nan. It seemed like I couldn't catch a break.
While eating lunch Nan got a call from an old boyfriend and would be spending the afternoon with him. Elle and I wanted to make contact with some friends and also to try to solidify jobs for the Christmas break. Even though we were together there wasn't much chance to have "private time". When we returned we found that Nan had a "date" for that night. We'd talked during our travels that afternoon and had hoped that might be the case. When it worked out that way we were able use the "scripted" plans we'd discussed for the evening. We told her parents that we were going to the movies but we had no intention of going. In the Summer, whenever we'd go to the movies, Elle's mother would always ask what it was about the following day. With me having just seen a local movie the night before we knew we were "covered" for that contingency. At last I was happy!
I deliberately arrived late (after 7pm) in order to give us more time. The movies started at 7pm and 9pm. We'd used this ploy during the Summer as well. There was one other thing though. Curfew for Elle had been extended to midnight. Elle (and Nan) had pleaded with Elle's mother to use the same curfew as at college. On Saturday nights it was midnight so, reluctantly, she agreed. I want to say that I remember Elle being "anxious" when I picked her up. I know I was. Even with a couple of hours time to plan for our time together I showed up without a clue. We drove away from her house with each of us asking the other "Where do you want to go?". The most obvious (and closest) was at the abandoned garage where we'd spent most of our "personal" time at the end of the Summer. I was concerned because with Winter upon us all the foliage that had camafloged us during the Summer was gone. We were both still leery of our old spot by the creek because of the incident where a car had driven in upon us. The other choices were by the closed Boy Scout camp and down at the sailing club. As silly as it seems we ended up at the Sweet Shop next to the movies. We hadn't gotten to the point of arguing but we needed a "break". After sodas we actually decided to go back to our own home are. As a Summer community almost all the homes were closed up and vacant. There was a house just down the beach from mine that I remembered had an open shed attached to the garage. There was enough ambient light for me to traverse the driveway and to park under the shed. By then we were both very, very anxious. For sure, part of it was from nerves. But, I think we both remembered, and longed for, the intimate moments we'd briefly shared over the past three months. The problem was that neither of us wanted to make the first "move".
To be continued...
By the time the girls finally came downstairs it was after 11am. I gave Elle a hug and a peck on the cheek, still wary of her mother's disdain for displaying affection. There was a lot I wanted to talk with Elle about but, with Nan present, that wasn't possible. To make "small talk" I asKed how their trip home was. That started something as both answered at once. The long and short of it was that the guy driving drove like a maniac and smoked like a chimney. Nan volunteered that on top of that he was a real "creep" in that he wouldn't stop for Elle to use a rest room on the last part of the trip because "he had a date". I looked at Elle and got the impression that she would've been happier to tell that part to me herself. They went on to say that they weren't going back with him and would be taking the train. I had no idea how to get to Elle's college by train but I did know that the only train leaving our town left at 6am. They had pretty much worked out the details on their own. That news meant that I would only have the rest of the day (and night) and Saturday with Elle and that I had to share her with Nan. It seemed like I couldn't catch a break.
While eating lunch Nan got a call from an old boyfriend and would be spending the afternoon with him. Elle and I wanted to make contact with some friends and also to try to solidify jobs for the Christmas break. Even though we were together there wasn't much chance to have "private time". When we returned we found that Nan had a "date" for that night. We'd talked during our travels that afternoon and had hoped that might be the case. When it worked out that way we were able use the "scripted" plans we'd discussed for the evening. We told her parents that we were going to the movies but we had no intention of going. In the Summer, whenever we'd go to the movies, Elle's mother would always ask what it was about the following day. With me having just seen a local movie the night before we knew we were "covered" for that contingency. At last I was happy!
I deliberately arrived late (after 7pm) in order to give us more time. The movies started at 7pm and 9pm. We'd used this ploy during the Summer as well. There was one other thing though. Curfew for Elle had been extended to midnight. Elle (and Nan) had pleaded with Elle's mother to use the same curfew as at college. On Saturday nights it was midnight so, reluctantly, she agreed. I want to say that I remember Elle being "anxious" when I picked her up. I know I was. Even with a couple of hours time to plan for our time together I showed up without a clue. We drove away from her house with each of us asking the other "Where do you want to go?". The most obvious (and closest) was at the abandoned garage where we'd spent most of our "personal" time at the end of the Summer. I was concerned because with Winter upon us all the foliage that had camafloged us during the Summer was gone. We were both still leery of our old spot by the creek because of the incident where a car had driven in upon us. The other choices were by the closed Boy Scout camp and down at the sailing club. As silly as it seems we ended up at the Sweet Shop next to the movies. We hadn't gotten to the point of arguing but we needed a "break". After sodas we actually decided to go back to our own home are. As a Summer community almost all the homes were closed up and vacant. There was a house just down the beach from mine that I remembered had an open shed attached to the garage. There was enough ambient light for me to traverse the driveway and to park under the shed. By then we were both very, very anxious. For sure, part of it was from nerves. But, I think we both remembered, and longed for, the intimate moments we'd briefly shared over the past three months. The problem was that neither of us wanted to make the first "move".
To be continued...
Thursday, January 25, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the fall (Part 18g)
Thanksgiving day was brutally long and boring. I tried to persuade my father to drive me home to get my car but he'd already made up his mind. My brother and I ended up playing dominoes and solitare most of the day and then went to the movies that night. True to his word my father did get up early Friday and drove me home to get the car. It needed a "jump" to start but other than that it was fine. I knew Elle (and Nan) wouldn't be up that early, especially with no classes so took an early morning drive. It sure felt good to be driving again. I arrived back at Elle's house around 10 am and the girls still weren't up. I always had a hard time making conversation with Elle's mother but, on this day, she was full of questions about college. Answering questions was always easier than trying to think of something to say. We were so involved that we didn't see Nan appear in the kitchen doorway. She was looking for some asprin as she'd woken up with a headache. I was surprised at what she was wearing (or not wearing, depending upon your point of view). From where I was sitting all I could see was a flannel shirt that she was holding closed with one hand. She kind of hung in the doorway until Elle's mother gave her the asprin. At that point she stepped into the kitchen and, for some unknown reason, let the shirt go open. I caught a glimpse of one of her breasts (very tiny) and a side view of her panties (white nylon). I wasn't prepared for that. When she turned to leave, instead of staying turned towards the sink she turned back towards the middle of the kitchen and gave me a full frontal view of her panties. She did have the front of the shirt clapsed in one hand again but my interest was definitely on her midsection. The one vivid memory of that was the crotch line. Not that I'd seen all that many actually while on a girl, but this was definitely higher than I remembered. I quickly made another notation in my mind to try and find who made them. Elle's mother noticed the look on my face and when I realized that she did I blushed as red as a tomato.
Neither Elle's mother or I thought to ask if Elle was awake. It wasn't long before Nan was back to tell us that the upstairs toilet was clogged. I remember Elle's mother having a scowl on her face after hearing that. She retrived the plunger from the downstairs bathroom and then gave me a sort of pleading look. She asked if I knew how to do it. I'd had plenty of experience as one of our toilets had a problem that way. I took the plunger and followed Nan upstairs. THAT... was a trip! I couldn't have scripted it better even in one of my fantasies. My eyes never left her butt, step after step. In thinking about it I'm surprised I didn't trip up the stairs. I'd mentioned earlier that her front crotchline was higher than I'd ever seen before. Well, I was sort of expecting the same for the rear but I was disappointed. It was still the longest and closest view I'd ever had.
The bathroom was on the right at the top of the stairs. Nan went on into the bedroom and I went into the bathroom. Truthfully, I wasn't looking forward to the job. Seeing Nan's panties surely helped but the thing that made it really OK was what I saw in the bathtub. There was a pile of wet sheets and, draped over the end by the toilet, panties. It was obvious that Elle had "missed" during the night. I went up by the toilet and found I couldn't take my eyes off the panties. What really caught my eye was that it was really two. It was one of the "packages" that Elle wore at night. I knew that the panties had been loaned to Elle by her roommate, Carol, but I'd never really seen them up close. I looked in the toilet and, even though I'd expected the worst, I was only looking at pee and toilet paper. I flushed it and then plunged it a few times and watched as it successfully went down. I immediately turned back to the panties. I reached into the tub and picked them up. My curiosity was in finding out who made them. They looked like the Carter's Spanky Pants that I was familiar with but, when I'd felt them on Elle, they'd felt a lot softer. I couldn't believe how heavy the "package" was. When I got them up high enough to see them clearly I realized that they still contained the soaked sanitary pads in. I know I was shaking as I was doing this as the door was wide open. I was probably perspiring as well. I flushed the toilet again to make it seem like I was still working on it. Then I peeled the top pair down looking for the label. "Carole Brent" is what it read. That was a new one on me, not that I was all that knowlegeable in the panty brands game. I quickly dropped them back to where I'd found them and headed downstairs.
To be continued...
Thanksgiving day was brutally long and boring. I tried to persuade my father to drive me home to get my car but he'd already made up his mind. My brother and I ended up playing dominoes and solitare most of the day and then went to the movies that night. True to his word my father did get up early Friday and drove me home to get the car. It needed a "jump" to start but other than that it was fine. I knew Elle (and Nan) wouldn't be up that early, especially with no classes so took an early morning drive. It sure felt good to be driving again. I arrived back at Elle's house around 10 am and the girls still weren't up. I always had a hard time making conversation with Elle's mother but, on this day, she was full of questions about college. Answering questions was always easier than trying to think of something to say. We were so involved that we didn't see Nan appear in the kitchen doorway. She was looking for some asprin as she'd woken up with a headache. I was surprised at what she was wearing (or not wearing, depending upon your point of view). From where I was sitting all I could see was a flannel shirt that she was holding closed with one hand. She kind of hung in the doorway until Elle's mother gave her the asprin. At that point she stepped into the kitchen and, for some unknown reason, let the shirt go open. I caught a glimpse of one of her breasts (very tiny) and a side view of her panties (white nylon). I wasn't prepared for that. When she turned to leave, instead of staying turned towards the sink she turned back towards the middle of the kitchen and gave me a full frontal view of her panties. She did have the front of the shirt clapsed in one hand again but my interest was definitely on her midsection. The one vivid memory of that was the crotch line. Not that I'd seen all that many actually while on a girl, but this was definitely higher than I remembered. I quickly made another notation in my mind to try and find who made them. Elle's mother noticed the look on my face and when I realized that she did I blushed as red as a tomato.
Neither Elle's mother or I thought to ask if Elle was awake. It wasn't long before Nan was back to tell us that the upstairs toilet was clogged. I remember Elle's mother having a scowl on her face after hearing that. She retrived the plunger from the downstairs bathroom and then gave me a sort of pleading look. She asked if I knew how to do it. I'd had plenty of experience as one of our toilets had a problem that way. I took the plunger and followed Nan upstairs. THAT... was a trip! I couldn't have scripted it better even in one of my fantasies. My eyes never left her butt, step after step. In thinking about it I'm surprised I didn't trip up the stairs. I'd mentioned earlier that her front crotchline was higher than I'd ever seen before. Well, I was sort of expecting the same for the rear but I was disappointed. It was still the longest and closest view I'd ever had.
The bathroom was on the right at the top of the stairs. Nan went on into the bedroom and I went into the bathroom. Truthfully, I wasn't looking forward to the job. Seeing Nan's panties surely helped but the thing that made it really OK was what I saw in the bathtub. There was a pile of wet sheets and, draped over the end by the toilet, panties. It was obvious that Elle had "missed" during the night. I went up by the toilet and found I couldn't take my eyes off the panties. What really caught my eye was that it was really two. It was one of the "packages" that Elle wore at night. I knew that the panties had been loaned to Elle by her roommate, Carol, but I'd never really seen them up close. I looked in the toilet and, even though I'd expected the worst, I was only looking at pee and toilet paper. I flushed it and then plunged it a few times and watched as it successfully went down. I immediately turned back to the panties. I reached into the tub and picked them up. My curiosity was in finding out who made them. They looked like the Carter's Spanky Pants that I was familiar with but, when I'd felt them on Elle, they'd felt a lot softer. I couldn't believe how heavy the "package" was. When I got them up high enough to see them clearly I realized that they still contained the soaked sanitary pads in. I know I was shaking as I was doing this as the door was wide open. I was probably perspiring as well. I flushed the toilet again to make it seem like I was still working on it. Then I peeled the top pair down looking for the label. "Carole Brent" is what it read. That was a new one on me, not that I was all that knowlegeable in the panty brands game. I quickly dropped them back to where I'd found them and headed downstairs.
To be continued...
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18f)
Lunch was not a part of the weekend so we ended up at the student Co-Op. We were supposed to meet Billy at his fraternity at 3:30pm for Elle's trip back to her college. After a snack we agreed to study until 2pm or so. I'd offered to escort Elle to the bathroom on each of her trips but she, wisely, declined. Even though it was late October it had warmed up enough so that a light sweater was all that was needed to wear outside. We decided to take advantage of the sun and walked a few yards down the hill below the library. We sat down on the grass and took in the scenery. Elle had pulled her legs up towards her chest and was leaning back on her arms. Oh how I wanted to slide down in front of her and to take a peek. When she closed her eyes I did just that, knowing she wouldn't be happy when she saw where I was. When I finally reached a place where I had a "view" she opened her eyes. She immediately dropped her legs but, surprisingly, was smiling. Over the next few minutes I pleaded with her to let me have a peek. I knew she was teasing me when she'd open her legs for a split second and then close them. After a minute I decided to take "action". I knew she was ticklish and we'd had a sort of "agreement" that I wouldn't tickle her for no reason. I felt that her teasing was reason enough. Once I was on my hands and knees I lept forward ending up on top of her. My fingers immediately went to her ribs. It only took a few seconds for her to give up by saying that she'd do "anything" to make me stop. When I told her I wanted to see her panties she gave me one of those "what in the world for" looks. After looking around in all directions she, again, pulled her legs up. I put my hands on her knees to spread them and she, initially, resisted. Then, surprising me, she just let them fall away to an almost yoga position. We were facing the sun so I had a totally unobstructed view with plenty of light. I can honestly say that it was the first "camel toe" I'd ever seen. Of course at that particular time in my life I didn't know that. It was caused by the fact that Susan's panties were a bit too small for Elle but I know that my memory of those few seconds are forever etched into my brain. With the bright sun I got a great look. They appeared to "shimmer" so I assumed they were nylon. I wanted to touch them so badly but, having won this "battle" I didn't want to push my luck.
To say the weekend was a failure would not be fair. I did enjoy being with Elle even if our innermost desires were denied. There were some definite positives, the most important one being that I'd met Bob and Susan.
There was three and a half weeks of classes until we went home for Thanksgiving. As much as I wanted to see Elle again before then, again, money was an issue. Party weekend had drained what little I had and, in fact, I had to borrowed some. When the next $20 from my grandfather arrived it was mostly gone. Then, Elle expected her period during that time. So, selfishly, I didn't want to spend another frustrating weekend with little or no "satisfaction", and opted not to go at all. There was one other thing and that was I had to pay cash for my ride home of the holiday. As it turned out I had just enough.
The month of November had not been kind to my family back at home. My grandmother's arthritis became accute and, on top of that my grandfather came down with shingles. My grandmother was unable to care for him so my parents decided to move to move in with them to help out. The plan was to be back home by Christmas but I knew I'd staying at my grandparents house for Thanksgiving. That was one problem for me as far as Elle was concerned and that was I would be without my car for at least a day. That meant I wouldn't see her until Friday. Another was that Elle had invited Nan (her high school friend) to come home with her. With Nan's parents in Florida and the holiday from school so short, there was no way for her to visit them. Nan, because she'd decided to attend the same college as Elle so late, wasn't housed in the same area as the majority of the other kids. That, and her class choices didn't match Elle's, kept them apart for most of the time they were at school. This was a way to get caught up... but, as I looked at it, at my expense. Whereas I'd been so looking forward to this vacation I was having my doubts now that it was here.
To be continued...
Lunch was not a part of the weekend so we ended up at the student Co-Op. We were supposed to meet Billy at his fraternity at 3:30pm for Elle's trip back to her college. After a snack we agreed to study until 2pm or so. I'd offered to escort Elle to the bathroom on each of her trips but she, wisely, declined. Even though it was late October it had warmed up enough so that a light sweater was all that was needed to wear outside. We decided to take advantage of the sun and walked a few yards down the hill below the library. We sat down on the grass and took in the scenery. Elle had pulled her legs up towards her chest and was leaning back on her arms. Oh how I wanted to slide down in front of her and to take a peek. When she closed her eyes I did just that, knowing she wouldn't be happy when she saw where I was. When I finally reached a place where I had a "view" she opened her eyes. She immediately dropped her legs but, surprisingly, was smiling. Over the next few minutes I pleaded with her to let me have a peek. I knew she was teasing me when she'd open her legs for a split second and then close them. After a minute I decided to take "action". I knew she was ticklish and we'd had a sort of "agreement" that I wouldn't tickle her for no reason. I felt that her teasing was reason enough. Once I was on my hands and knees I lept forward ending up on top of her. My fingers immediately went to her ribs. It only took a few seconds for her to give up by saying that she'd do "anything" to make me stop. When I told her I wanted to see her panties she gave me one of those "what in the world for" looks. After looking around in all directions she, again, pulled her legs up. I put my hands on her knees to spread them and she, initially, resisted. Then, surprising me, she just let them fall away to an almost yoga position. We were facing the sun so I had a totally unobstructed view with plenty of light. I can honestly say that it was the first "camel toe" I'd ever seen. Of course at that particular time in my life I didn't know that. It was caused by the fact that Susan's panties were a bit too small for Elle but I know that my memory of those few seconds are forever etched into my brain. With the bright sun I got a great look. They appeared to "shimmer" so I assumed they were nylon. I wanted to touch them so badly but, having won this "battle" I didn't want to push my luck.
To say the weekend was a failure would not be fair. I did enjoy being with Elle even if our innermost desires were denied. There were some definite positives, the most important one being that I'd met Bob and Susan.
There was three and a half weeks of classes until we went home for Thanksgiving. As much as I wanted to see Elle again before then, again, money was an issue. Party weekend had drained what little I had and, in fact, I had to borrowed some. When the next $20 from my grandfather arrived it was mostly gone. Then, Elle expected her period during that time. So, selfishly, I didn't want to spend another frustrating weekend with little or no "satisfaction", and opted not to go at all. There was one other thing and that was I had to pay cash for my ride home of the holiday. As it turned out I had just enough.
The month of November had not been kind to my family back at home. My grandmother's arthritis became accute and, on top of that my grandfather came down with shingles. My grandmother was unable to care for him so my parents decided to move to move in with them to help out. The plan was to be back home by Christmas but I knew I'd staying at my grandparents house for Thanksgiving. That was one problem for me as far as Elle was concerned and that was I would be without my car for at least a day. That meant I wouldn't see her until Friday. Another was that Elle had invited Nan (her high school friend) to come home with her. With Nan's parents in Florida and the holiday from school so short, there was no way for her to visit them. Nan, because she'd decided to attend the same college as Elle so late, wasn't housed in the same area as the majority of the other kids. That, and her class choices didn't match Elle's, kept them apart for most of the time they were at school. This was a way to get caught up... but, as I looked at it, at my expense. Whereas I'd been so looking forward to this vacation I was having my doubts now that it was here.
To be continued...
Sunday, January 21, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18e)
I asked her if she'd washed out any of the panties she'd wet and she said she hadn't. She didn't want to be caught washing them out in the bathroom. That, and she didn't want to just have them drying by hanging on the backs of the desk chairs out in the open room. I asked her why she didn't use the closet but it surprised me to hear that the closets in all the rooms the girls were using had been taped shut. I thought about it for a minute and told her that if she'd wash a few out that I'd hang them in my closet. She smiled but said "no". At least I'd offered.
At this point we decided to not wander very far from the SU for the rest of the afternoon. At least, that way, she'd have ready access to a bathroom. The big evening event was a dance in the gymnasium. It was open to all and Elle had brought a dress just for it. We debated about going or not going and, after meeting up with Susan and Bob, decided to go. The band was billed as the Tommy Dorsey Band although he was dead. It was a Big Band sound, popular in the 30's and 40's, and really was enjoyable. Elle made it through without a problem and, like the night before the night ended for us without much fanfare. I enjoyed Elle's company but I was hungering for more.
I'd hoped that Elle had enjoyed another good night but the look on her face told me it wasn't. Susan and Bob were with us for breakfast so, again, there wasn't any opportunity to question Elle. We'd agreed that we'd both study after breakfast but Elle had to vacate her room by 10am. To save time I suggested that we move her things to my room and then head for the library. It was the first chance for us to talk alone. Elle had "missed" at some time during the night and ended up having to sleep in a wet bad. When Susan woke up and realized Elle's situation (no clean dry panties and no sanitary napkins) she came to her rescue. Even though she (Susan) was a bit smaller than Elle she offered her a pair of her panties and a couple of pads. Elle had no real choice but to accept. Hearing that news I immediately wanted to know what kind of panties they were. Of course I wasn't going to ask but put it in my mind to try and find out some way or another.
Our library was archaic. They'd started construction of a new one but it was still over a year away. Many of the books were stored in bins in the lower levels. We, at school, called them the dungeons and it was a real pain when you had to go retrieve one. Being a party weekend, the library was almost deserted. The ladies restroom was located on the first of the three lower levels. I offered to show Elle where it was and, by so doing, actually found the first place where we could be completely alone. Elle was uncomfortable at first but after we walked the entire floor and saw no one she relaxed. At the ends of each of the row of bins were little study cubicles. By moving the chair away and stepping in we were hidden from view unless someone happened to walk right up to us. I'd been looking for something like this all weekend. My bulge was instantaneous with the first kiss. I had to satisfy myself by holding onto her butt cheeks and feeling the panty elastics through her skirt. I made one feeble attempt to pull the hem of her skirt up but she slapped my hand away. At least it was something but it didn't last long enough!
To be continued...
I asked her if she'd washed out any of the panties she'd wet and she said she hadn't. She didn't want to be caught washing them out in the bathroom. That, and she didn't want to just have them drying by hanging on the backs of the desk chairs out in the open room. I asked her why she didn't use the closet but it surprised me to hear that the closets in all the rooms the girls were using had been taped shut. I thought about it for a minute and told her that if she'd wash a few out that I'd hang them in my closet. She smiled but said "no". At least I'd offered.
At this point we decided to not wander very far from the SU for the rest of the afternoon. At least, that way, she'd have ready access to a bathroom. The big evening event was a dance in the gymnasium. It was open to all and Elle had brought a dress just for it. We debated about going or not going and, after meeting up with Susan and Bob, decided to go. The band was billed as the Tommy Dorsey Band although he was dead. It was a Big Band sound, popular in the 30's and 40's, and really was enjoyable. Elle made it through without a problem and, like the night before the night ended for us without much fanfare. I enjoyed Elle's company but I was hungering for more.
I'd hoped that Elle had enjoyed another good night but the look on her face told me it wasn't. Susan and Bob were with us for breakfast so, again, there wasn't any opportunity to question Elle. We'd agreed that we'd both study after breakfast but Elle had to vacate her room by 10am. To save time I suggested that we move her things to my room and then head for the library. It was the first chance for us to talk alone. Elle had "missed" at some time during the night and ended up having to sleep in a wet bad. When Susan woke up and realized Elle's situation (no clean dry panties and no sanitary napkins) she came to her rescue. Even though she (Susan) was a bit smaller than Elle she offered her a pair of her panties and a couple of pads. Elle had no real choice but to accept. Hearing that news I immediately wanted to know what kind of panties they were. Of course I wasn't going to ask but put it in my mind to try and find out some way or another.
Our library was archaic. They'd started construction of a new one but it was still over a year away. Many of the books were stored in bins in the lower levels. We, at school, called them the dungeons and it was a real pain when you had to go retrieve one. Being a party weekend, the library was almost deserted. The ladies restroom was located on the first of the three lower levels. I offered to show Elle where it was and, by so doing, actually found the first place where we could be completely alone. Elle was uncomfortable at first but after we walked the entire floor and saw no one she relaxed. At the ends of each of the row of bins were little study cubicles. By moving the chair away and stepping in we were hidden from view unless someone happened to walk right up to us. I'd been looking for something like this all weekend. My bulge was instantaneous with the first kiss. I had to satisfy myself by holding onto her butt cheeks and feeling the panty elastics through her skirt. I made one feeble attempt to pull the hem of her skirt up but she slapped my hand away. At least it was something but it didn't last long enough!
To be continued...
Thursday, January 18, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18d)
After Elle washed up and changed we walked back down to the SU. She said her roommate had arrived and had left a note. Her name was Susan and she was wearing a blue and white striped sweater and hoped that Elle would try to find her at the "mixer". Looking for her and finding her turned out to be the most exciting thing we did. I didn't know her date, Bob, but, with almost 400 freshman on campus, that wasn't a surprise. There was a local band providing dance music but, for me, it was undancable. Bob and Susan pretty much agreed so we sat around and got to know each other. As we got talking it became very evident that Bob and I shared quite a few things in common. As kids we'd both spent time living in the city and both of us had gone to private schools and then on to boarding school. He'd dated Susan, on and off, for about three years and started going "steady" at the beginning of the Summer.
Susan, on the other hand, was as different as day and night from Elle. Her family had money and she was attending an exclusive girls college. She'd been exposed to the "Arts" from the time she was child and had done quite a bit of travelling. To me she seemed to have an "air" of superiority about her but was very pleasant while we were all together. We all decided to "bag" the rest of the "mixer" and to get a good night of sleep. Bob and I put our heads together trying to think of some place we could have some privacy with the girls but nothing came to mind. The night ended with nothing more than another platonic kiss and hug.
The four of us met for breakfast the next morning. I was really curious as to how Elle had handled telling Susan about her problem or, if she did at all. With Bob and Susan so close she wouldn't even give me a hint. There was an official campus tour that was being offered and Elle really wanted to do it. Bob and Susan chose not to participate. I now know that if Elle had realized what was entailed she wouldn't have done it either.
It was a walking tour and took us to some places that I didn't know even existed. We started at the Athletic facilities and then moved to the perimeter of the campus. That became a problem... for Elle. I'd suggested that Elle use the bathroom when we were at the gymnasium but she declined. She was still very shy about bodily functions, especially with strangers around. I couldn't understand why walking into a bathroom in front of people was such a big deal, but that was her mindset. It turned out to be a mistake for her. It was over an hour before we arrived at another building with facilities. When she returned to me after her toilet visit she asked how far it was from there to the dorms. That told me enough to know she had a real problem. It was about 20 minutes away and we left immediately. With no one around I again asked how it had gone with Susan the night before. As you can imagine she wasn't in the best of moods but, after a minute or two, opened up.
When Elle and I had left the bonfire the night before she had put on her night time "package" after washing up. She figured that it would be less embarassing to do it then, without her roommate present. She ended up having no problems the rest of the evening. When it came time to turn out the lights she, reluctantly, decided that she better tell Susan about the alarms and why she needed them. To Elle's surprise, she was very sympathetic. One of her brothers had the same problem. She'd made it through the night dry and had left the "package" on when she got up, not wanting to take a chance on what the day would bring. As it turned out it had been a good choice what with her current situation. What I found very interesting was that she continued talking. She said that she'd noticed that Susan was wearing a different kind of panty. This was the first time Elle had ever mentioned someone else's panties. Of course I was interested! As it was, Susan had her period and these panties were made with a plastic crotch so that if the sanitary pad leaked it wouldn't get into her clothes. She went on that she'd been thinking about them ever since and thought they might be a good thing for her especially in a situation like the present. I asked if she'd spoken to Susan about them and said she hadn't. Knowing Elle, it figured. Her shyness kept her from asking questions that had anything to do with personal things. I immediately encouraged her to pursue it... finding out who made them and where Susan had purchased them.
The big event for the weekend was the football game. Neither of us was really into football but with all the excitement and pagentry we got sucked up into it. We found Bob and Susan during lunch and joined them for the game. Even though I'd been at school for six plus weeks I'd not attended a football game. After seeing the stadium at Elle's school, this one was was a disappointment. There were only wooden bleachers and not much else. In truth it was nothing more than a high school field with more seating. Even before halftime Elle had had it. We excused ourselves from Bob and Susan and headed back up the hill to her room. I debated with myself weather to ask how bad it was. It was at least a 15 minute walk, plus the hill. We made it to what we, at school, called the "break". That was about 1/3 the way up and where the main path split. There was also a small level space where you could stop and catch your breath. When we stopped I finally asked. She shook her head and had a look of despair on her face. As we made our way up the rest of the hill she told me that she'd tried to plan for any and all contingencies but her plan wasn't working. She'd worn one "package" on her way over, not knowing what to expect and she'd brought one other hoping that it would be enough. She'd also brought four extra panties and six extra sanitary pads. But, she'd already gone through both "packages" and, after the impending change, she realized that she'd be down to just the panties she'd be wearing and two pads. I didn't know what to say.
To be continued...
After Elle washed up and changed we walked back down to the SU. She said her roommate had arrived and had left a note. Her name was Susan and she was wearing a blue and white striped sweater and hoped that Elle would try to find her at the "mixer". Looking for her and finding her turned out to be the most exciting thing we did. I didn't know her date, Bob, but, with almost 400 freshman on campus, that wasn't a surprise. There was a local band providing dance music but, for me, it was undancable. Bob and Susan pretty much agreed so we sat around and got to know each other. As we got talking it became very evident that Bob and I shared quite a few things in common. As kids we'd both spent time living in the city and both of us had gone to private schools and then on to boarding school. He'd dated Susan, on and off, for about three years and started going "steady" at the beginning of the Summer.
Susan, on the other hand, was as different as day and night from Elle. Her family had money and she was attending an exclusive girls college. She'd been exposed to the "Arts" from the time she was child and had done quite a bit of travelling. To me she seemed to have an "air" of superiority about her but was very pleasant while we were all together. We all decided to "bag" the rest of the "mixer" and to get a good night of sleep. Bob and I put our heads together trying to think of some place we could have some privacy with the girls but nothing came to mind. The night ended with nothing more than another platonic kiss and hug.
The four of us met for breakfast the next morning. I was really curious as to how Elle had handled telling Susan about her problem or, if she did at all. With Bob and Susan so close she wouldn't even give me a hint. There was an official campus tour that was being offered and Elle really wanted to do it. Bob and Susan chose not to participate. I now know that if Elle had realized what was entailed she wouldn't have done it either.
It was a walking tour and took us to some places that I didn't know even existed. We started at the Athletic facilities and then moved to the perimeter of the campus. That became a problem... for Elle. I'd suggested that Elle use the bathroom when we were at the gymnasium but she declined. She was still very shy about bodily functions, especially with strangers around. I couldn't understand why walking into a bathroom in front of people was such a big deal, but that was her mindset. It turned out to be a mistake for her. It was over an hour before we arrived at another building with facilities. When she returned to me after her toilet visit she asked how far it was from there to the dorms. That told me enough to know she had a real problem. It was about 20 minutes away and we left immediately. With no one around I again asked how it had gone with Susan the night before. As you can imagine she wasn't in the best of moods but, after a minute or two, opened up.
When Elle and I had left the bonfire the night before she had put on her night time "package" after washing up. She figured that it would be less embarassing to do it then, without her roommate present. She ended up having no problems the rest of the evening. When it came time to turn out the lights she, reluctantly, decided that she better tell Susan about the alarms and why she needed them. To Elle's surprise, she was very sympathetic. One of her brothers had the same problem. She'd made it through the night dry and had left the "package" on when she got up, not wanting to take a chance on what the day would bring. As it turned out it had been a good choice what with her current situation. What I found very interesting was that she continued talking. She said that she'd noticed that Susan was wearing a different kind of panty. This was the first time Elle had ever mentioned someone else's panties. Of course I was interested! As it was, Susan had her period and these panties were made with a plastic crotch so that if the sanitary pad leaked it wouldn't get into her clothes. She went on that she'd been thinking about them ever since and thought they might be a good thing for her especially in a situation like the present. I asked if she'd spoken to Susan about them and said she hadn't. Knowing Elle, it figured. Her shyness kept her from asking questions that had anything to do with personal things. I immediately encouraged her to pursue it... finding out who made them and where Susan had purchased them.
The big event for the weekend was the football game. Neither of us was really into football but with all the excitement and pagentry we got sucked up into it. We found Bob and Susan during lunch and joined them for the game. Even though I'd been at school for six plus weeks I'd not attended a football game. After seeing the stadium at Elle's school, this one was was a disappointment. There were only wooden bleachers and not much else. In truth it was nothing more than a high school field with more seating. Even before halftime Elle had had it. We excused ourselves from Bob and Susan and headed back up the hill to her room. I debated with myself weather to ask how bad it was. It was at least a 15 minute walk, plus the hill. We made it to what we, at school, called the "break". That was about 1/3 the way up and where the main path split. There was also a small level space where you could stop and catch your breath. When we stopped I finally asked. She shook her head and had a look of despair on her face. As we made our way up the rest of the hill she told me that she'd tried to plan for any and all contingencies but her plan wasn't working. She'd worn one "package" on her way over, not knowing what to expect and she'd brought one other hoping that it would be enough. She'd also brought four extra panties and six extra sanitary pads. But, she'd already gone through both "packages" and, after the impending change, she realized that she'd be down to just the panties she'd be wearing and two pads. I didn't know what to say.
To be continued...
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (part 18c)
It took about an hour to walk to Donnie's house. I had a LOT of time to think about our (Elle's and mine) situation and couldn't think of anything to improve it. We weren't allowed a car until the Junior year and, unless I found someone to loan me one (not very likely, especially for a freshman) that idea was dead in the water. Donnie wasn't home when I got to his house so I just crashed on the sofa.
Noise in the kitchen woke me the next morning. Donny was asleep in an overstuffed chair. I saw his sister scurrying around the kitchen in an open fronted housecoat. I hadn't yet met her so stayed put until Donny woke up. He called her in to meet me and I was taken by the fact that it didn't faze her that I was a stranger. There was no false modesty and she made no attempt to cover herself up. Donny didn't seem to notice and I surely wasn't going to say anything. The nightgown under the housecoat was sheer and as she flitted about I would see the outline of her panties. I was surprised to find out she was only 15 as she looked as old as Donny. It was a nice way to start the day.
Elle was very dedicated to her studies. With or without me, Sundays were dedicated for homework and preparation for the upcoming week. We spent the morning in the library and, after lunch we did get a short period together in the lounge. I'm sure Elle was a little embarassed about her actions the night before because, as willing as she'd been then, it was like pulling teeth for me to get her to "relax". She finally did agree to lay across my lap and I did manage to get my hand between her legs but I had to be satisfied with just rubbing her (dry) panties. I was pleased that she was, again, wearing the nylon ones. When she decided it was time to get back to the books she just sat up and that was it. Donny picked me up just before dark. Elle and I shared a platonic goodbye as she was still shy about being romantic in front of people she didn't know. Donny was sitting in the front seat right by the curb and had a big, goofy grin on his face. I got teased a good bit of the way back.
My college had three sanctioned (by the administration) "House Parties" a year; Fall, Winter and Spring. They were primarily Fraternity oriented. However, since the freshman weren't allowed physically into the fraternities until they were "rushed", soon after the second semester began, an attempt was made to include them in the Fall party. All freshman were required to let the Dean know of their intentions for that weekend (the next to last one in October). We had three choices; stay on campus and have a date; stay on campus and not have a date or, leave the campus for the weekend. The basic purpose was to locate enough rooms to house the female guests. Once the tally was completed, the dorm with the most projected vacancies was designated as the "guest house". The guys who lived there who'd indicated that they were planning on remaining on campus were temporarily reassigned to other rooms with vacanies. It sounds comlicated but it did work smoothly. I, of course, invited Elle. Her concern was for the girl who would be her roommate and how she would accept her "problem". Initially I had thought of requesting that she and my suitemate Roy's girlfriend room together. After some thought I decided against it as Roy's girl would surely tell him about Elle and, Roy, when drunk, had a big mouth. I didn't want that information out and about. I convinced her to take whomever she got and to make the best of it, figuring that the chances were that they'd never meet again.
My sailing friend from home, Billy, picked Elle up and delivered her to the campus. It was just in time for supper so, after taking her to her room we went right to the Student Union to eat. I couldn't believe my eyes. After six weeks of eating hardly recognizable food we were treated to a nice roast pork dinner. I'd warned Elle about the food and when she saw it she asked what I'd been complaining about. I didn't think about her "problem" when I ushered her into the line and I didn't think about it while we were eating. As soon as we finished dinner we (the freshman) were to report to the practice field where we'd piled up a whole lot of wood for a bonfire to kick off the pep rally for the next days' football game. As I grabbed Elle's hand she didn't resist. It was cool and damp as we stood around waiting for the football team to arrive. That was when I finally thought about Elle and how long she'd been there without using a toilet. The cold had started to get to me and I knew that if I needed a bathroom then Elle, for sure, did. There had to be 500 people gathered around waiting for the wood to be torched. I pulled Elle apart from the group and asked if she was OK. She said "no" but also said she it wasn't a problem. I wondered just how that could be? She did ask how long we had to stay though.
Each of the dorms had a "rally leader" who coordinated the collcting of the firewood for the bonfire. The "leader" for my dorm lived just across the hall and we were friends. I figured that if I could find him and be seen by him then Elle and I would be free to leave. But I couldn't find him, at least right away. By the time I did it was obvious that Elle was really uncomfortable. There was to be a "mixer" at the SU after the rally and I asked if she needed to change. The "look" I got was as clear as any words she could've used. On our way up the hill (like I said, it seemed like all colleges were located on hills) I was able to extract from her that she'd worn the same "package" (two sanitary napkins and two heavy cotton panties) as when she'd go to bed. When I'd originally asked how she was doing when we arrived at the rally site she said that she was "damp" but not wet and uncomfortable. However, she'd hoped that we'd leave quickly. When we didn't, the inevitable happened.
To be continued...
It took about an hour to walk to Donnie's house. I had a LOT of time to think about our (Elle's and mine) situation and couldn't think of anything to improve it. We weren't allowed a car until the Junior year and, unless I found someone to loan me one (not very likely, especially for a freshman) that idea was dead in the water. Donnie wasn't home when I got to his house so I just crashed on the sofa.
Noise in the kitchen woke me the next morning. Donny was asleep in an overstuffed chair. I saw his sister scurrying around the kitchen in an open fronted housecoat. I hadn't yet met her so stayed put until Donny woke up. He called her in to meet me and I was taken by the fact that it didn't faze her that I was a stranger. There was no false modesty and she made no attempt to cover herself up. Donny didn't seem to notice and I surely wasn't going to say anything. The nightgown under the housecoat was sheer and as she flitted about I would see the outline of her panties. I was surprised to find out she was only 15 as she looked as old as Donny. It was a nice way to start the day.
Elle was very dedicated to her studies. With or without me, Sundays were dedicated for homework and preparation for the upcoming week. We spent the morning in the library and, after lunch we did get a short period together in the lounge. I'm sure Elle was a little embarassed about her actions the night before because, as willing as she'd been then, it was like pulling teeth for me to get her to "relax". She finally did agree to lay across my lap and I did manage to get my hand between her legs but I had to be satisfied with just rubbing her (dry) panties. I was pleased that she was, again, wearing the nylon ones. When she decided it was time to get back to the books she just sat up and that was it. Donny picked me up just before dark. Elle and I shared a platonic goodbye as she was still shy about being romantic in front of people she didn't know. Donny was sitting in the front seat right by the curb and had a big, goofy grin on his face. I got teased a good bit of the way back.
My college had three sanctioned (by the administration) "House Parties" a year; Fall, Winter and Spring. They were primarily Fraternity oriented. However, since the freshman weren't allowed physically into the fraternities until they were "rushed", soon after the second semester began, an attempt was made to include them in the Fall party. All freshman were required to let the Dean know of their intentions for that weekend (the next to last one in October). We had three choices; stay on campus and have a date; stay on campus and not have a date or, leave the campus for the weekend. The basic purpose was to locate enough rooms to house the female guests. Once the tally was completed, the dorm with the most projected vacancies was designated as the "guest house". The guys who lived there who'd indicated that they were planning on remaining on campus were temporarily reassigned to other rooms with vacanies. It sounds comlicated but it did work smoothly. I, of course, invited Elle. Her concern was for the girl who would be her roommate and how she would accept her "problem". Initially I had thought of requesting that she and my suitemate Roy's girlfriend room together. After some thought I decided against it as Roy's girl would surely tell him about Elle and, Roy, when drunk, had a big mouth. I didn't want that information out and about. I convinced her to take whomever she got and to make the best of it, figuring that the chances were that they'd never meet again.
My sailing friend from home, Billy, picked Elle up and delivered her to the campus. It was just in time for supper so, after taking her to her room we went right to the Student Union to eat. I couldn't believe my eyes. After six weeks of eating hardly recognizable food we were treated to a nice roast pork dinner. I'd warned Elle about the food and when she saw it she asked what I'd been complaining about. I didn't think about her "problem" when I ushered her into the line and I didn't think about it while we were eating. As soon as we finished dinner we (the freshman) were to report to the practice field where we'd piled up a whole lot of wood for a bonfire to kick off the pep rally for the next days' football game. As I grabbed Elle's hand she didn't resist. It was cool and damp as we stood around waiting for the football team to arrive. That was when I finally thought about Elle and how long she'd been there without using a toilet. The cold had started to get to me and I knew that if I needed a bathroom then Elle, for sure, did. There had to be 500 people gathered around waiting for the wood to be torched. I pulled Elle apart from the group and asked if she was OK. She said "no" but also said she it wasn't a problem. I wondered just how that could be? She did ask how long we had to stay though.
Each of the dorms had a "rally leader" who coordinated the collcting of the firewood for the bonfire. The "leader" for my dorm lived just across the hall and we were friends. I figured that if I could find him and be seen by him then Elle and I would be free to leave. But I couldn't find him, at least right away. By the time I did it was obvious that Elle was really uncomfortable. There was to be a "mixer" at the SU after the rally and I asked if she needed to change. The "look" I got was as clear as any words she could've used. On our way up the hill (like I said, it seemed like all colleges were located on hills) I was able to extract from her that she'd worn the same "package" (two sanitary napkins and two heavy cotton panties) as when she'd go to bed. When I'd originally asked how she was doing when we arrived at the rally site she said that she was "damp" but not wet and uncomfortable. However, she'd hoped that we'd leave quickly. When we didn't, the inevitable happened.
To be continued...
Saturday, January 13, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18b)
Between the bus fare, hotel room and one meal I'd spent almost $20 of my precious "loan" from my grandfather. As badly as I wanted to see Elle again I deferred for three weeks. It turned out to be a good move. During that time I met a guy who lived in the town where Elle's college was located. I asked him if he ever went home for a weekend and he told me "no" as he was on the freshman football team and they had games almost every weekend. I told him about Elle and, without bringing the subject up, he asked where I stayed when I went to see her. When I told him the hotel he looked at me like I had three heads. He told me his parents were coming for the next game and that I should be there. He'd introduce us and arrange it so I could stay at his house whenever I went to see Elle. I wasn't quite ready for that but did agree to meet them.
Donny was one of seven kids and was right in the middle as far as age. Two were married and four were still living at home. I agreed to go the first weekend Donny was going to be there and ended up getiing a ride with him for the trip. When we pulled up in front of the house I couldn't believe that nine people had lived there at one time. It was tiny by any standards used. Other than his parents the only one who had their own bedroom was the one sister still living at home. Everybody else was doubled up. I was told the couch was mine and before anything else Donny's mother had blankets and towels out for me. I was overwhelmed by the hospitality. If there was a downside it was that the house was about three miles from the campus.
I had a bite to eat with them and then Donny drove me to the SU. I'd let Elle know I was coming but had no idea when. As it turned out she and her roommates were eating. We'd left it that if she wasn't in her room that we'd meet in the SU lounge. It was like a mini circus when she and the three others marched in. They were all laughing and had food of one sort or another for me. Food, supposedly, wasn't allowed in the lounge but there sure was plenty at this time. Fortunately, there weren't many others in the room as we were pretty loud what with laughing and joking around. Two of the girls were going to the movies and Nancy, Elle's best friend of the three of them, was going to a choir practice so we were pretty much alone from that point on. I won't beat around the bush. I was horney! VERY HORNEY! It was now five weeks since I'd had been "up close and personal" with her. We quickly gravitated to the love seat in the corner that we'd used that first weekend. It didn't take any persuasion to have her lie across my lap and I wasn't thwarted when I went to put my hand under her skirt. But I was shocked when my hand, gently sliding up her inner thigh, touched her panties. They were wet. Not a lot but most of the crotch was. I broke from our kiss and looked down at her. She had a sort of smirk on her face. Somehow she'd deliberately peed a little, or so I thought. I was in "heaven", or close to it. It wasn't long before my finger "excercises" exceeded Elle's tolerance level. By that I mean she was horney too but, because of where we were, she/we couldn't reasonably be expected to go any further. She sat up and pulled my hand from under her skirt. She then flipped onto her back so she could look up at me. From that position there was no way I could "visit" without it being obvious. At least it gave us time to calm down.
When she returned from a bathroom visit I asked about the wet panties. She smiled and told me that when she and her roommates had been eating they got to laughing and even though she'd used the toilet before going in to eat, she "leaked". AND... since we'd both found that sometimes she was a little dry down there AND... since we were probably going to get "up close and personal", she didn't really mind. Then she proceeded to say that she hadn't wiped just a few minutes ago and maybe I'd like to take advantage of that fact. Needless to say we went back to what we'd been doing earlier.
I would've given just about anything to have some place to go with Elle that was private. The closest I could come up with were the two small rooms that I could see from where we were sitting but they were both occupied. When we said our goodnight it was obvious that neither of us was satisfied.
To be continued...
Between the bus fare, hotel room and one meal I'd spent almost $20 of my precious "loan" from my grandfather. As badly as I wanted to see Elle again I deferred for three weeks. It turned out to be a good move. During that time I met a guy who lived in the town where Elle's college was located. I asked him if he ever went home for a weekend and he told me "no" as he was on the freshman football team and they had games almost every weekend. I told him about Elle and, without bringing the subject up, he asked where I stayed when I went to see her. When I told him the hotel he looked at me like I had three heads. He told me his parents were coming for the next game and that I should be there. He'd introduce us and arrange it so I could stay at his house whenever I went to see Elle. I wasn't quite ready for that but did agree to meet them.
Donny was one of seven kids and was right in the middle as far as age. Two were married and four were still living at home. I agreed to go the first weekend Donny was going to be there and ended up getiing a ride with him for the trip. When we pulled up in front of the house I couldn't believe that nine people had lived there at one time. It was tiny by any standards used. Other than his parents the only one who had their own bedroom was the one sister still living at home. Everybody else was doubled up. I was told the couch was mine and before anything else Donny's mother had blankets and towels out for me. I was overwhelmed by the hospitality. If there was a downside it was that the house was about three miles from the campus.
I had a bite to eat with them and then Donny drove me to the SU. I'd let Elle know I was coming but had no idea when. As it turned out she and her roommates were eating. We'd left it that if she wasn't in her room that we'd meet in the SU lounge. It was like a mini circus when she and the three others marched in. They were all laughing and had food of one sort or another for me. Food, supposedly, wasn't allowed in the lounge but there sure was plenty at this time. Fortunately, there weren't many others in the room as we were pretty loud what with laughing and joking around. Two of the girls were going to the movies and Nancy, Elle's best friend of the three of them, was going to a choir practice so we were pretty much alone from that point on. I won't beat around the bush. I was horney! VERY HORNEY! It was now five weeks since I'd had been "up close and personal" with her. We quickly gravitated to the love seat in the corner that we'd used that first weekend. It didn't take any persuasion to have her lie across my lap and I wasn't thwarted when I went to put my hand under her skirt. But I was shocked when my hand, gently sliding up her inner thigh, touched her panties. They were wet. Not a lot but most of the crotch was. I broke from our kiss and looked down at her. She had a sort of smirk on her face. Somehow she'd deliberately peed a little, or so I thought. I was in "heaven", or close to it. It wasn't long before my finger "excercises" exceeded Elle's tolerance level. By that I mean she was horney too but, because of where we were, she/we couldn't reasonably be expected to go any further. She sat up and pulled my hand from under her skirt. She then flipped onto her back so she could look up at me. From that position there was no way I could "visit" without it being obvious. At least it gave us time to calm down.
When she returned from a bathroom visit I asked about the wet panties. She smiled and told me that when she and her roommates had been eating they got to laughing and even though she'd used the toilet before going in to eat, she "leaked". AND... since we'd both found that sometimes she was a little dry down there AND... since we were probably going to get "up close and personal", she didn't really mind. Then she proceeded to say that she hadn't wiped just a few minutes ago and maybe I'd like to take advantage of that fact. Needless to say we went back to what we'd been doing earlier.
I would've given just about anything to have some place to go with Elle that was private. The closest I could come up with were the two small rooms that I could see from where we were sitting but they were both occupied. When we said our goodnight it was obvious that neither of us was satisfied.
To be continued...
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18a)
Money, or the lack thereof, became my prime concern as the Fall Semester actually started. My tuition was being paid by my grandparents and the room and board by my parents. I was responsible for everything else. I'd grossly underestimated the cost of text books and other incidentals. By the time I actually sat in my first class I was broke. The reality was that I'd ended up spending more on my racecar than I realized and the same thing held true with Elle. Movies almost every Sunday and the snacks that went with it took a lot more than I'd realized. To be truthful, I was in a full blown panic. I knew if I called home that my ass would be grass and my father would be the lawnmower. The only alternative was my grandfather. He'd always been more than generous but I'd never asked him for money. I ended up swallowing my ego and called. In an "arrangement" between just the two of us he sent me $40 right away and promised an additional $20 every two weeks. It was to be a "loan" and not a gift. So began my life as a "beggar".
It didn't take long for the card players to emerge in the dorm. There was a poker group and a pinochle group but no black jack group. My grandfather had taught me when I was about 12 and I felt I was pretty good at it. I asked around and found one guy who was interested. It was easy to know George was a city kid. His "accent" was almost laughable. But he was willing... and an easy "mark". Over the first month my winnings off of him paid for my beer (I didn't drink all that much anyway), snacks and coffee at the student co-op and my phone calls to Elle. That left the money from my grandfather to fund another trip to see Elle. The only problem was that she had her period the weekend I chose. By the time she told me it was too late to change my plans. For my own selfish reasons I wasn't very happy. But, Elle, who had gotten a little homesick, was really glad to see me. In the long run it was a good move. There was one very memorable incident from that weekend that didn't directly involve Elle. Two weeks of classes had gone by fairly smoothly for her but she had a project due that she was struggling with. I remember that part of the project was the creation of a poster. She had a partner but neither of them felt comfortable with lettering. I'd dabbled with sign lettering and offered to help. On that Sunday morning Elle got up early and was at the SU (student Union) when it opened. She immediatly went into the lounge and took occupancy of one of the small rooms that were on either side of the fireplace. I got there a little later and when I did she went to get breakfast (hers and mine) and to meet with Meg, her partner. When they got back I was surprised at the size of Meg. She wasn't fat but she WAS tall... about 5'11". I was 6'1" and, well, didn't know a lot of females who were almost as tall as I was. After introductions were over they explained what they needed. They placed the poster board on the coffee table and we all sat on the floor. When Meg sat down I got a beautiful DP (downpants) view of her panties. Over the next few hours I got some incredible views. The thing I remember the best was the waist elastic. It was very fancy and I'd never seen anything like it. It didn't hurt my feelings that I got to see as much as four inches of her panties across her back and maybe as much as an inch and a half down. I'm not exagerating when I say that I REALLY wanted to know who made them... but how? I'd been perfectly happy staring down her backside but, when we were finishing up, I got another "present". She got up on her knees and proceeded to reach across to get some of her colored pencils and, when she did, I got a great VPL (visible panty line). The thing I thought of was the one I'd seen on Carol, the girlfriend of my sailing friend Buddy, just as the Summer ended. But it didn't take long for me to realize that Meg's were definitely not the same. I'd seen Carol's panties on the washline and the waist elastic was covered by material. About all I could hope for was that Elle would continue to be friendly with Meg and I'd get some more chances to sneak a peek or two.
To be continued...
Money, or the lack thereof, became my prime concern as the Fall Semester actually started. My tuition was being paid by my grandparents and the room and board by my parents. I was responsible for everything else. I'd grossly underestimated the cost of text books and other incidentals. By the time I actually sat in my first class I was broke. The reality was that I'd ended up spending more on my racecar than I realized and the same thing held true with Elle. Movies almost every Sunday and the snacks that went with it took a lot more than I'd realized. To be truthful, I was in a full blown panic. I knew if I called home that my ass would be grass and my father would be the lawnmower. The only alternative was my grandfather. He'd always been more than generous but I'd never asked him for money. I ended up swallowing my ego and called. In an "arrangement" between just the two of us he sent me $40 right away and promised an additional $20 every two weeks. It was to be a "loan" and not a gift. So began my life as a "beggar".
It didn't take long for the card players to emerge in the dorm. There was a poker group and a pinochle group but no black jack group. My grandfather had taught me when I was about 12 and I felt I was pretty good at it. I asked around and found one guy who was interested. It was easy to know George was a city kid. His "accent" was almost laughable. But he was willing... and an easy "mark". Over the first month my winnings off of him paid for my beer (I didn't drink all that much anyway), snacks and coffee at the student co-op and my phone calls to Elle. That left the money from my grandfather to fund another trip to see Elle. The only problem was that she had her period the weekend I chose. By the time she told me it was too late to change my plans. For my own selfish reasons I wasn't very happy. But, Elle, who had gotten a little homesick, was really glad to see me. In the long run it was a good move. There was one very memorable incident from that weekend that didn't directly involve Elle. Two weeks of classes had gone by fairly smoothly for her but she had a project due that she was struggling with. I remember that part of the project was the creation of a poster. She had a partner but neither of them felt comfortable with lettering. I'd dabbled with sign lettering and offered to help. On that Sunday morning Elle got up early and was at the SU (student Union) when it opened. She immediatly went into the lounge and took occupancy of one of the small rooms that were on either side of the fireplace. I got there a little later and when I did she went to get breakfast (hers and mine) and to meet with Meg, her partner. When they got back I was surprised at the size of Meg. She wasn't fat but she WAS tall... about 5'11". I was 6'1" and, well, didn't know a lot of females who were almost as tall as I was. After introductions were over they explained what they needed. They placed the poster board on the coffee table and we all sat on the floor. When Meg sat down I got a beautiful DP (downpants) view of her panties. Over the next few hours I got some incredible views. The thing I remember the best was the waist elastic. It was very fancy and I'd never seen anything like it. It didn't hurt my feelings that I got to see as much as four inches of her panties across her back and maybe as much as an inch and a half down. I'm not exagerating when I say that I REALLY wanted to know who made them... but how? I'd been perfectly happy staring down her backside but, when we were finishing up, I got another "present". She got up on her knees and proceeded to reach across to get some of her colored pencils and, when she did, I got a great VPL (visible panty line). The thing I thought of was the one I'd seen on Carol, the girlfriend of my sailing friend Buddy, just as the Summer ended. But it didn't take long for me to realize that Meg's were definitely not the same. I'd seen Carol's panties on the washline and the waist elastic was covered by material. About all I could hope for was that Elle would continue to be friendly with Meg and I'd get some more chances to sneak a peek or two.
To be continued...
Friday, January 05, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... The first days (Part 17f)
Back overlooking the field once again she asked if I wanted to see fraternity/sorority row. At least she was talking to me so I said "yes". It was rather interesting. Back in the 20's most of the "elite" families of the community built their homes on one street. The depression pretty much devastated the economy in the town and many of the homes ended up being abandoned. After WWII the college had great growth and there was need for living quarters. It was also a time when the fraternity/sorority system was at its peak. When I saw the first few all I could think of was "WOW!". Most were what I'd call "mini mansions". They didn't have all that much property but the homes were grandiose. Most were three stories and some were even four and all had a "carriage house" as well. I was impressed. The fraternities at my college were built as upscale dorms and had little ambience. I was secretly envious. We chatted mostly about what life must've been like back in the time when they were built.
I'd been trying to keep track of time for Elle. She'd stopped at the SU on our way to the "row", as it was known, and it was time for a toilet visit. I thought she'd just go into one of the sororities. They were open for returning upperclassmen and there was plenty of activity but she told me that freshmen weren't allowed inside until the second semester. We weren't far from the downtown area and Elle ahd said that she hadn't visited there yet so off we went. Back in those days "Blue Laws" were still in vogue and most businesses were closed. We ended up walking all the way back to the luncheonette where I'd eaten breakfast. I didn't dare ask Elle how she was doing after what I'd gone through earlier. We walked in and Elle asked where the restrooms were. I was (and still am) a person who didn't feel right in using the facilities without buying something. Down to my last $2 I ordered us each a Coke and waited for her to return. I waited and waited... and, finally she reappeared. Something told me she'd had a "problem" but I wasn't about to ask. I admitted that I didn't have enough money to buy lunch so if she wanted to eat we'd have to hurry back to the SU. She declined and now I wondered what we'd do until it was time for my bus.
Check out time was 2pm at the hotel and because I didn't want to lug my bag around with me I'd left it in the room. The bus was to leave at around 2:30 or so. We did a little more exploring in the downtown area before I finally decided to go get my bag and check out. When we walked into the lobby there was no one in sight. The desk area was deserted. I debated weather to try to take her to my room, but only for a second. I grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs without even discussing the idea with her. I was surprised at how willingly she came. In one way that made me even more nervous than I already was. Once inside I didn't know what to say or do. It was truly an impulsive act. I still had her hand and we just stood there for a minute or two before we came together in an embrace. That of course led to even more. In spite of the bed being right there, for some reason we didn't make a move for it. I remember Elle braking away and making a dash for the bathroom. From where I was standing I could see her desperately trying to pull her panties down. I didn't say anything but just stood there and stared. I honestly think this was the first time I'd seen a female sitting on a toilet. I, for sure, had never seen my mother in that position. Watching her sit there it was obvious that there was a "problem". I don't remember saying anything at all, just standing there staring at her.
Finally, I started into the room. The light was off and since it was an inside room, it was fairly dark. She had her skirt and slip up across her lap but I didn't see her panties. She just sat there looking at the floor in front of her. Then the phone rang. I guess I ran and answered it more as a reflex action than anything else. I know I didn't give any thought as to who would be calling me. The voice on the line was very stern and instructed me to report to the lobby immediately along with the girl I'd taken to the room. I remember it being warm but I was instantly sweating. How did he know? I hung the phone up and went back to Elle. She was still sitting on the toilet. I told her what the man had said and that we had to leave. Then she finally spoke as she stood up, still holding her skirt up around her waist. Being relatively dark I couldn't see detail but only a bit of her crotch of her panties. It was then that it hit me that she'd peed through her panties while sitting on the toilet. "I'm soaking wet!" was what she said. I flipped on the light and then could see that she was wearing what turned out to be cotton panties. It was now very obvious that she was right. I grabbed a hand towel and handed it to he and watched as she dabbed between her legs. The phone rang again only this time I didn't answer. I told her we had to hurry and she dropped the towel on the floor. I looked down and could see that there was a small trail of liquid on the floor from the door to the toilet. Then it hit me that she'd started to pee while we were embracing and that's why she ended up just peeing through her panties. In spite of my panic about leaving I still found time to wonder where she'd come up with the cotton panties and why she was wearing them. I grabbed my bag and her hand and headed out the door. When we got to the elevator I suggested that she go first and that she just walk out the door when she got to the first floor. I told her I'd walk down.
Unfortunately, the desk clerk/manager was waiting for her/us and accosted her as she exited the elevator. I'd waited for a few minutes before heading down the stairs. Once he had the both of us together he proceeded to give us a "lecture" about proper behavior for "young folks". He made us both terribly embarassed. When he finished and told me that if I ever stayed there again I'd be "monitored". At that point my embarassment turned to a bit of anger. I know I shouldn't have said anything but that's not my nature. As we turned to leave I said something along the lines of "If you had restrooms available she wouldn't have gone up to my room." Instead of leaving it there I continued on to tell him that Elle had had an "accident" and needed to get cleaned up. At that point Elle hit my arm and then grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. Now it was she who was mad... at me.
We walked over to the bus station in silence. Once there I apologized and tried to explain why I'd said what I said. She said she understood but she didn't like being embarassed more than she already was. We didn't try to sit because of Elle's wetness but just walked slowly around the area. After a period of relative silence I summoned the courage to ask about the cotton panties. I knew I was taking a risk since she'd shut me down earlier when I asked about Carol's suggestion. For some unknown reason she didn't hesitate in giving me an answer. I was probably more surprised with that than her answer.
In essence, Carol's suggestion had helped AND, since her biggest problems in the daytime had been with me, she thought she might try at least a portion of it when she was with me. On that morning, when she woke up dry, she decided to leave the one pad on along with a pair of Carol's cotton panties. By the time we'd reached the luncheonette she leaked quite a bit and the pad was full. She had to take it off and dispose of it and that's why she took so long. A little had made its way into the panties but not much so she didn't suggest going back to the dorm to change. But, for some reason, when we reached my hotel room she found herself starting to pee and I witnessed the result. The reason she didn't want to talk when we were at "The Pines" was that she was embarassed about wearing the pad and didn't want me to know. At least that's what she told me.
We had a good embrace and kiss when it was time for the bus to leave. I had a small bulge during the first part of my return trip just thinking about her walking all the way through the town in her wet panties. In fact, that visage was the main thought in most of my self pleasuring activities over the next two weeks.
To be continued...
Back overlooking the field once again she asked if I wanted to see fraternity/sorority row. At least she was talking to me so I said "yes". It was rather interesting. Back in the 20's most of the "elite" families of the community built their homes on one street. The depression pretty much devastated the economy in the town and many of the homes ended up being abandoned. After WWII the college had great growth and there was need for living quarters. It was also a time when the fraternity/sorority system was at its peak. When I saw the first few all I could think of was "WOW!". Most were what I'd call "mini mansions". They didn't have all that much property but the homes were grandiose. Most were three stories and some were even four and all had a "carriage house" as well. I was impressed. The fraternities at my college were built as upscale dorms and had little ambience. I was secretly envious. We chatted mostly about what life must've been like back in the time when they were built.
I'd been trying to keep track of time for Elle. She'd stopped at the SU on our way to the "row", as it was known, and it was time for a toilet visit. I thought she'd just go into one of the sororities. They were open for returning upperclassmen and there was plenty of activity but she told me that freshmen weren't allowed inside until the second semester. We weren't far from the downtown area and Elle ahd said that she hadn't visited there yet so off we went. Back in those days "Blue Laws" were still in vogue and most businesses were closed. We ended up walking all the way back to the luncheonette where I'd eaten breakfast. I didn't dare ask Elle how she was doing after what I'd gone through earlier. We walked in and Elle asked where the restrooms were. I was (and still am) a person who didn't feel right in using the facilities without buying something. Down to my last $2 I ordered us each a Coke and waited for her to return. I waited and waited... and, finally she reappeared. Something told me she'd had a "problem" but I wasn't about to ask. I admitted that I didn't have enough money to buy lunch so if she wanted to eat we'd have to hurry back to the SU. She declined and now I wondered what we'd do until it was time for my bus.
Check out time was 2pm at the hotel and because I didn't want to lug my bag around with me I'd left it in the room. The bus was to leave at around 2:30 or so. We did a little more exploring in the downtown area before I finally decided to go get my bag and check out. When we walked into the lobby there was no one in sight. The desk area was deserted. I debated weather to try to take her to my room, but only for a second. I grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs without even discussing the idea with her. I was surprised at how willingly she came. In one way that made me even more nervous than I already was. Once inside I didn't know what to say or do. It was truly an impulsive act. I still had her hand and we just stood there for a minute or two before we came together in an embrace. That of course led to even more. In spite of the bed being right there, for some reason we didn't make a move for it. I remember Elle braking away and making a dash for the bathroom. From where I was standing I could see her desperately trying to pull her panties down. I didn't say anything but just stood there and stared. I honestly think this was the first time I'd seen a female sitting on a toilet. I, for sure, had never seen my mother in that position. Watching her sit there it was obvious that there was a "problem". I don't remember saying anything at all, just standing there staring at her.
Finally, I started into the room. The light was off and since it was an inside room, it was fairly dark. She had her skirt and slip up across her lap but I didn't see her panties. She just sat there looking at the floor in front of her. Then the phone rang. I guess I ran and answered it more as a reflex action than anything else. I know I didn't give any thought as to who would be calling me. The voice on the line was very stern and instructed me to report to the lobby immediately along with the girl I'd taken to the room. I remember it being warm but I was instantly sweating. How did he know? I hung the phone up and went back to Elle. She was still sitting on the toilet. I told her what the man had said and that we had to leave. Then she finally spoke as she stood up, still holding her skirt up around her waist. Being relatively dark I couldn't see detail but only a bit of her crotch of her panties. It was then that it hit me that she'd peed through her panties while sitting on the toilet. "I'm soaking wet!" was what she said. I flipped on the light and then could see that she was wearing what turned out to be cotton panties. It was now very obvious that she was right. I grabbed a hand towel and handed it to he and watched as she dabbed between her legs. The phone rang again only this time I didn't answer. I told her we had to hurry and she dropped the towel on the floor. I looked down and could see that there was a small trail of liquid on the floor from the door to the toilet. Then it hit me that she'd started to pee while we were embracing and that's why she ended up just peeing through her panties. In spite of my panic about leaving I still found time to wonder where she'd come up with the cotton panties and why she was wearing them. I grabbed my bag and her hand and headed out the door. When we got to the elevator I suggested that she go first and that she just walk out the door when she got to the first floor. I told her I'd walk down.
Unfortunately, the desk clerk/manager was waiting for her/us and accosted her as she exited the elevator. I'd waited for a few minutes before heading down the stairs. Once he had the both of us together he proceeded to give us a "lecture" about proper behavior for "young folks". He made us both terribly embarassed. When he finished and told me that if I ever stayed there again I'd be "monitored". At that point my embarassment turned to a bit of anger. I know I shouldn't have said anything but that's not my nature. As we turned to leave I said something along the lines of "If you had restrooms available she wouldn't have gone up to my room." Instead of leaving it there I continued on to tell him that Elle had had an "accident" and needed to get cleaned up. At that point Elle hit my arm and then grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. Now it was she who was mad... at me.
We walked over to the bus station in silence. Once there I apologized and tried to explain why I'd said what I said. She said she understood but she didn't like being embarassed more than she already was. We didn't try to sit because of Elle's wetness but just walked slowly around the area. After a period of relative silence I summoned the courage to ask about the cotton panties. I knew I was taking a risk since she'd shut me down earlier when I asked about Carol's suggestion. For some unknown reason she didn't hesitate in giving me an answer. I was probably more surprised with that than her answer.
In essence, Carol's suggestion had helped AND, since her biggest problems in the daytime had been with me, she thought she might try at least a portion of it when she was with me. On that morning, when she woke up dry, she decided to leave the one pad on along with a pair of Carol's cotton panties. By the time we'd reached the luncheonette she leaked quite a bit and the pad was full. She had to take it off and dispose of it and that's why she took so long. A little had made its way into the panties but not much so she didn't suggest going back to the dorm to change. But, for some reason, when we reached my hotel room she found herself starting to pee and I witnessed the result. The reason she didn't want to talk when we were at "The Pines" was that she was embarassed about wearing the pad and didn't want me to know. At least that's what she told me.
We had a good embrace and kiss when it was time for the bus to leave. I had a small bulge during the first part of my return trip just thinking about her walking all the way through the town in her wet panties. In fact, that visage was the main thought in most of my self pleasuring activities over the next two weeks.
To be continued...
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