WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19g)

Dinner was pleasant but I couldn't wait until my parents were to leave. When my mother finally got herself ready she came over to me and informed me that Elle and I were expected to babysit my brother. I couldn't believe it! He was 14 years old! Elle had been out working as a babysitter from the time she was 13. I was mad... and showed it. My father stepped in and told me, in no uncertain terms, that it was an order.

My brother and I, fours years apart in age, were never what you would call "close". More times than not I found him to be a burden. But on this night he really stepped up. He'd been smart enough to keep his mouth shut when I was opening mine. As soon as my parents were out the door he told us he didn't want us to "babysit" him as he wasn't a "baby". After eliciting the most stringent of promises from him that he wouldn't "rat" on me/us, Elle and I got our coats and headed for her house.

We laughed and skipped all the way over to her door. The key was hidden in the usual place and, once inside, went into an embrace. We still had our coats on so I didn't have much to grab but her coat. We quickly remedied that and as soon as we laid them over a chair headed for the front porch sofa. Elle sort of flopped down at an angle and I dropped in beside her. As I did I proceeded to run my hand up the inside of her left leg. She immediately rolled away and almost fell off the sofa. Seeing that I "attacked" her by grabbing her by her ribs. I'd promised a long time ago not to tickle her and even though I wasn't actually doing that, in her mind the potential was there. She then rolled onto the floor with me following. I can't remember the motions we then went through but we ended up with me sitting on top of her. I was actually sitting on her thighs and was leaning forward holding her arms by her wrists. My attention was on her face as she was screaming at me not to tickle her. After I convinced her that I wouldn't I let her arms go and sat up straight. That was when I looked down at her stomach and groin. I was actually seeing the new "sanitary panties" being modeled. I was taken by just how large the plastic crotch actually was. It seemed bigger than the picture on the box. I slowly lowered myself to be lying next to her. Once snuggled in I reached over and started rubbing her stomach. The panties were nylon on the top so that part felt good. I wasn't sure what the plastic would feel like so hesitated a bit. When I finally went between her legs I was pleasantly surprised. It turned out the plastic was very soft and malleable. But what really caught my attention was the fact that it was warm. I stayed "outside" without trying to probe what was underneath. I honestly don't know where I got the nerve to ask if she were wet but Elle answered my question with one of her own... why did I want to know?

In spite of my past efforts not to show undo interest in her wetting either by words or by trying (unsuccessfully) to hide my bulge, it became obvious that she had a pretty good idea about it. After my question she immediately sat up and looked down at me. I remember breaking out into a sweat. All I could think of was that I was "caught" and was worried what she was thinking about me. I was also worried about what was going to happen next. The exact words are long gone from my memory but she challenged me by asking if her being wet "excited" me. There was nothing I could say but "yes".

I was intensely nervous at this point and was afraid to say anything more. I sat up and as I did she stood up. I quickly followed. We stood there, looking at each other, not saying a word. Then she reached over and took my hand and led me back into the dining room. She stopped by her coat and, using just one hand, pulled something out of a pocket. Then she turned towards the stairs with me in tow.

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WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19f)

Fred was waiting for me when I got to his house. We stayed up until it was almost light outside, talking about our first college experiences. I envied Fred as Liz, his girlfriend, was attending college in the same town as his school and they could see each other daily if they so wanted. We slept until almost 11am. We then picked up Liz and went to a restaurant for lunch. When we pulled in I couldn't believe my eyes. It was owned and run by the Aunt of a former classmate of mine when I attended school in the city. I'd even been there to celebrate one of his birthdays. Before I knew it it was time to go pick up Elle. Fred had to give me general directions to Nancy's and I managed to get lost. When I finally got there I was late.

Once on our way Elle asked if I had any money. I don't think she'd ever asked me that before. I hadn't been paid for my work at the gas station so my father had given me an advance as well as some money for helping my mother the day before. I told her I had $20 and asked her why she wanted to know. She explained that she and Nancy had gone shopping that morning and that she'd seen something that she wanted. She hadn't brought any money and felt funny asking Nancy. I didn't know my way around the area so asked if she remembered where the store was. If I'd waited a few more minutes we would've driven past it on our own.

The area was known as "Miracle Mile" as almost all the stores were smaller versions of the department stores located in the city. When she saw the sign "Bloomingdale's" she told me to pull in there. I followed her into the store and she knew exactly where she was going. There was a hanging sign that read "Notions" and almost immediately after passing under it I knew exactly where we were headed. There was a beige display case with maroon script letters that read "Kleinert's". That was the name I'd seen when the two of us had been shopping back at home at Thanksgiving looking for the panties with the plastic crotch. Even though all I'd seen was a few boxes in a wooden drawer at the local department store I still recognized the name. This display was amazing. As I remember it there were five or so horozontal rows, stepped, of individual boxes. Every product made by Kleinert's was there. There were pictures right on the front so there was no doubt what was inside. Elle went right to the boxes marked "Sanitary Panty". She opened a box and, after looking around to see if anyone was nearby, pulled the panty out. She was smiling as it was the exact same thing that she'd seen Susan, her roommate at Fall party at my college, wearing. I tried to get a good look at it but she was self conscious about having it out of the box so I really didn't see much. She proceeded to look through the boxes to find her size (small) as I scanned the rest of the boxes. I saw one that interested me and pulled it out. The description read "Sanitary Bloomer" just like the one we'd seen at Thanksgiving. There was one major difference. These looked like panties as they didn't go down into the thigh area. I showed the box to Elle and asked if she'd be interested in them. As I remember it, she kind of turned up her nose at them. Not wanting to discuss this in a public place I just shut up. But I also didn't put the box back. Elle had found two boxes of the small size and was ready to go. I went to the counter to pay as she started looking at some other things. That allowed me to add the "bloomers" (which weren't) to the purchase . I remember the total cost was way less than $10. Once in the car I asked if she was going to "model" them for me. I remember her giving me one of "those" looks and smiling. She reached into the bag and, after fumbling around for a few seconds, pulled out all three boxes. This time the "look" was a frown and I knew I had some explaining to do.

By then we were on one of the Parkways so, without stop signs and lights, I was able to focus on Elle and the conversation. She had taken the "bloomers" out of the box and had them in her lap. To me it made perfect sense for her to wear them over her "package" at night and to lessen and possibly eliminate having a wet bed if she didn't wake in time to use a toilet. But she was looking at it purely from the esthetic viewpoint. They weren't pretty, for sure. Because they were cold the plastic was stiff and she just couldn't see herself wearing them. I didn't want to argue so I focused on the "sanitary panties" and, again, asked her to model them. Again, she smiled but shook her head. After pleading with her she said she'd put a pair on "later".

Because we got home late I stopped at my house first. I was fully expecting to get "an earfull" from my father but, instead, we were greeted with an invitation to Elle to join us for dinner. As it turned out (happily) Elle's parents had been invited out to a New Years Eve party and, upon hearing about it, my mother offered to have Elle eat with us. Elle and I were shocked that her parents were actually going out. It wasn't that they were anti-social but, they just weren't comfortable in a social setting away from their own home. My thoughts were immediately X-rated. My parents always went out to celebrate New Years Eve and this new development gave us a place to go. My home was out of play because my brother would be there so this was perfect... or so I thought.

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WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19e)

As it turned out my not working Friday was to my advantage. My family was moving back to our own home and my father had planned on taking the day off to effect it. With me now available he didn't have to and offered to pay me for my efforts. By doing that it also gave me the opportunity to "cover my tracks" as far as the way my newly made up bed looked. The first thing I did was to take my clothes to my room and to just sort of spread them all over the bed. I thought I was pretty clever. But, my night time visit with Elle still almost did me in. When my mother went to turn on the hot water heater she found the switch already on. I happened into the kitchen right after her "discovery" and saw the strange look on her face. I asked what was wrong and she explained what she'd found. I know my face flushed upon hearing that but, from somewhere deep inside, my "survival" mode kicked in. I told her that my father had asked me to turn up the heat just a few days ago and that I thought he meant the hot water as well. I wasn't sure that she "bought it" but I didn't stick around to find out.

I did a whole bunch of things the rest of the day, just trying to win some "points". Elle and I were going to leave after we'd eaten supper. She'd packed her bag and it was in my car before we ate so all we had to do was get in the car and go. Even though it was only about 1 and half hours to Buddy's, Elle had decided on wearing a "package". I was sort of disappointed because we'd reached a point in our relationship where I could freely ask for a "peek", meaning she'd raise the hem of her skirt to let me see what she was wearing. The "package" didn't really do anything for me.

I had a good time at the party. Elle wasn't that comfortable as she didn't know all that many people. She spent some time with Carol, Buddy's girlfriend, but she was the co-host so had to mingle amongst the guests. By 10:30pm Elle was ready to go. She'd told Nancy that she'd be there by 11pm but hadn't passed that on to me. I'd told Fred not to expect me until around 1am so leaving early was not in my plans and things at the party were just starting to "warm up". Anne, the wife of another sailor, was sort of known for being a little risque when she was drinking and she had been. I'd observed her flirting with some of the guys (older) by pulling her skirt up on her lap. She was pretty enough but my interest was in what was just a little further up than I could see. Reluctantly, Elle and I said our "good byes" and headed for Nancy's house. I kept the thought in mind to return as we drove off.

The directions were perfect. We were there in a matter of minutes. I actually said my "goodnight" to Elle in the car, not wanting to risk doing something embarassing on nancy's front stoop. I managed to slide my hand up her inner thigh only to find she was still wearing the "package". I quickly pulled my hand back and Elle made some sort of comment about it but, as I mentioned before, it just wasn't a turn on for me. We'd promised to be back home by 3pm the next day. With it being New Years Eve my father didn't want me on the road, especially in near the city. I told Elle I'd pick her up around 1pm and took off.

I decided to return to the party. Buddy was surprised to see me but when I mentioned Anne he gave me a knowing smile. I wasn't disappointed. Her husband, Tom, had gotten mad at her and had left which only emboldened her more. It's hard to describe exactly what she was doing but it seemed that wherever she "landed", be that on the lap of some guy or on a sofa or chair (or floor, when she fell) she'd have a lot of leg showing. Then, in sort of slow motion, she'd turn and, for just a few seconds, open her legs enough to see a perfect white triangle. My wanting to see her had nothing to do with not liking (loving) Elle but it was just to see another woman's panties. And, in her case, she really was a woman and not a girl. I have to admit I really enjoyed myself.

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WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19d)

As would be expected I spent a restless night trying to sleep. I had to figure out a way to wash up the wet bedding and the towels and washcloths we'd used. I left my grandparents house early in search of a laundromat. I'd heard that a new one had opened up in the area of the road widening that had taken place during the Summer. I'd not had any reason to drive through that area while I was home but I headed there that morning. Sure enough, along with a new gas station (that made eight in our tiny town!) and machine shop there was the laundromat. I'd never been in one before and was quite apprehensive. I got lucky. The owner's wife was there opening the place up for the morning and she, very generously, offered to help. When I explained that I wouldn't be able to stay she even offered to stay and put them in the dryers for me. By the time I left it was time for me to open the gas station so I didn't have time to go and inspect my mattress. It made the moring drag, wondering just how bad the damage would be. All I could think of was trying to fabricate an excuse for my mother if it was really bad.

I went back to the laundromat before picking Elle up for lunch. The lady had not only put my things into the dryer but she'd also taken them out and folded them for me. It was a nice surprise. Where I would've gone to Elle's house for lunch, today I went to my house to try and put things back together. The spot on the mattress was about the size of the turkey platter fom Christmas dinner. It was still a bit damp to the touch so I made the decision to turn it over. Out of sight, out of mind was my only thought. Even though I knew how to make up a bed I certainly didn't do it a well as my mother and that was evident after I'd finished. Next on my list of things to do was to put the towels back and make sure the bathroom was nice and neat. I don't know what made me check the bathtub but when I pulled back the shower curtain there was a pair of panties. My heart skipped a beat, for sure. Not because I was excited to see them but for the thought of what would've happened if I hadn't found them and my mother did. I picked them up and there was a faint feel of dampness. I held them up in front of me and the stain was only on the left side and all the way to the waist. It took a few seconds to figure out why. She'd wet while lying on her side. I folded them up, pot them in my coat pocket and then made double sure that I checked every place that we'd been the night before. As I locked the door I still wasn't convinced that everything was back to normal.

Elle's mother had made me a sandwich which I ate while taking Elle back to work. I hadn't really thought about what we were going to do that night. Too many other things on my mind. Back at work I had a nice surprise waiting for me. Buddy, my sailing friend, had come out from his winter home to check on his parents house. I'd meant to try to get in touch with him during the holidays but hadn't. He was there to invite me to a party at his winter home the next night. A lot of the people I raced against in the Summer would be there and even though it was on short notice, I did want to go. The problem was Elle and would she want to go. I told Buddy that I'd have to get back to him.

With that on my mind I wasn't prepared for Cliff to tell me that he really didn't need me any more. I'd had to, more or less, plead with him to hire me in the first place. If it hadn't been for his need to meet with the oil company representatives on the new building he probably wouldn't have done it. He'd hinted about it but today was the day I got the "word". The day seemed to contail a mix of everything for me.

That night we both decided to "cool it" and just stay at her house. I'd told her about the party the next night and fully expected her not to be interested. It'd been my thought to go to the party and to come right back the same night. But Elle had a different idea. Her roommate from college, Nancy, lived only 15 or 20 minutes from Buddy. Nancy had wanted Elle to visit over the holidays but she, wanting to spend as much time as possible with me, had held her off. If she did go to the party then she could do it. But it meant I'd have to find a place to stay.

I had made a concerted effort to contact my friend from boarding school, Fred, when I first got home but no one ever answered the phone. I decided to try once more and this time met success. He, his parents and his girlfriend Liz and her parents had gone to Florida for the holidays. He was more than happy to put me up for the night so, by the time I left Elle's house the "party plan" had come into being.

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WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19c)

It didn't take long for it to be time to make a "move". One reason was that my penis was encapsulated by my underpants and the way Elle was positioned I couldn't free it up. To put it simply, I was hurting. The second reason was that I couldn't use my hands and fingers on anything but her fanny. It was certainly better than doing nothing but it was time for more. Two people in a twin bed is tight to begin with but when we tried to shift it just wasn't working. Elle had to get up and let me slide over so my back was against the wall. It was cold... but when Elle snuggled in agaist me and with my penis free it didn't matter. I got Elle to open her legs so that I'd fit right in. At least one part of my body was warm.

I'd not fondled Elle's breasts in a long time. But, in this position I had my left hand free. I started in by rubbing her right breast and soon found the raised nipple even through the bra. Totally ignorant about the part that breasts played in sexual arousal I was surprised to find her very responsive. It took longer than when I was "playing" between her legs but I got her to a point where she wanted me to stop. Her hips had been semi writhing, almost the way she'd been when I was using my fingers inside her panties. With difficulty, I managed to roll her over on her back without her falling out of bed. Now, with me on top we kissed as passionately as I could ever remember. But while we were, I could feel her reaching for my penis. I think I actually held my breath when she did. But this time, after she'd used it to stroke her labia, she placed it in the opening and thrust her hips upward. With some effort I was inside... and still holding my breath. I don't have any idea how long it was before I made my first few strokes. I tried to stop to see how it/I was doing but she didn't. In truth I don't know how long I "lasted" but when I came it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

As you would expect, Elle wasn't done when I was but nothing was said (either then or later) about it. We ended up side by side with each of us holding onto the other. I won't lie. I fell asleep first. But, I also woke up first... feeling a strange warmth around my hip. Elle was definitely asleep. I could feel her slow breathing against my chest. I put my left hand down between us and found wetness. She'd peed while asleep.

Selfishly, I was concerned about my mattress. When I first came up with the idea of us using the room I'd expected that she would've used the toilet and that I'd put a bath towel under her/us. Neither of those things happened. I was so excited that she was willing to go to my room I completely forgot about both. I gently shook Elle to wake her up. When she did she let out a little shriek and then jumped out of the bed. The heater was still on and with the door closed it was very warm. She immediately started apologizing. I pulled the wet sheet and mattreas pad off and balled them up. I didn't want to turn on the light even though there was basically no one except Elle's parents living in the area during the winter. But, there was the slim chance that they might take a look while it was on and they knew my family wasn't there. So, with the wet bedding in my arms and Elle starting to cry I tried to feel just how wet the matress really was in the dark. My first guess was that the spot was the size of a serving platter and in about the same shape. I heaved a sigh and then grabbed one of Elle's hands and pulled her towards me and gave her a kiss.

We both had to get cleaned up. I put the heater back in the bathroom to warm it up and put the bedding in the tub. Even though it had only taken me a few minutes to do that, I certainly knew just where I was wet. It was cold! I went back into my room and by then Elle had calmed down. I told her to wait a few minutes before getting washed up to let the room get warm. Then she asked me to go downstairs and get her clothes and the panties she had in her coat. As I went down the stairs I was smiling as I thought about her "planning ahead" with the panties. I retrieved all her things and on the way back upstairs reached into her coat pocket and felt for the panties. I was a bit disappointed that they were cotton but it didn't really matter. I would've loved to been in the bathroom to watch her but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I'd gotten really cold when I was downstairs so I waited in my room for Elle to finish up. When she returned she was fully dressed, complete with her coat. I'd checked my underwear drawer and there were no more underpants of any size which meant I'd be bare under my pants. For some reason that bothered me but there was nothing I could do about it.

When we came downstairs I went into the kichen and lit a match to see just what time it was. We had about 20 minutes but I could sense that Elle was ready to go. To save time I just walked her home rather than go and get my car. She was quiet the whole time and when I kissed her at the door she apologized again. I told her I loved her as she disappeared inside. I then came back to the house to assess the "damage" and to try and come up with a plan to remedy it. With my parents returning on Thursday I really only had the next day. There wasn't anything that I could do right then and there so with the soiled bedding and damp towels in my arms I went and retrieved my car and headed for my grandparents house. As enjoyable and memorable the first part of the evening had been it was almost outweighed by the last part. All I could do was wonder was when we'd have a perfect night together.

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WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19b)

The next night we'd boyh been invited to an after Christmas party at Cary's house (the other girl from our town who attended the same college as Elle). We weren't really friends with most of the others who were there and we both had the same idea... cut out as soon as possible! I sort of liked the idea of going back to the place we'd gone at Thanksgiving that had the shed next to the garage. Elle made me back in this time so she'd be able to get out of the car to pee when she needed to. That way she'd the problems we'd had the last time we'd been there. As soon as I had the car stopped she was out the door. I watched as she, standing, hiked her skirt up around her waist. She was standing sideways to me and seemed to reach into her panties. I couldn't really see what she was doing but she quickly squatted down. She still wasn't about to get naked with me around and I continued to be puzzled as to why. I wasn't complaining... just puzzled. When she climbed back in she quickly flopped across my lap and lifted her left leg. Just as quickly my hand nestled into her crotch. The wetness was still warm. My only complaint was that she was wearing cotton panties and it was nowhere near as sensual as the nylon. Regardless, my fingers were inside them within the first few minutes and it was only minutes before she was squirming in my arms. I was ready for the back seat, for sure. However, she wasn't. I tried to cajole her into moving back there and the only thing I truly remember was her telling me "not to be greedy". Our "playing" didn't stop there as I continued to run my finger up down, in and around until it was time to go. As we "put ourselves back together" there was one thing different this time. Elle had brought a dry pair of panties and, as she was putting them on, I found out what she'd been doing when she first exited the car upon our arrival. As she pulled the dry panties up to her knees she lay in the sanitary pad she'd been wearing earlier. I sat there just watching and thinking how smart that was. As I drove back to my grandparents I felt a bit disappointed but still happy.

My mother had set Thursday as the target for all of us to return to our house. My father asked me to stop by the house and to turn up the heat about 5 degrees so as to start to warm the walls, floors and furniture back up. It had been set at around 60 degrees and when I'd been in there at Thanksgiving to change my clothes I had been cold. I figured I could do it during my lunch break when I brought Elle home. As I walked around the house it dawned on me how stupid I'd been. Here, right in front of me had been an absolutely safe and warm place to go with Elle and I'd missed it. But, with two more nights to go I started getting excited just thinking about it. My parents had modernized and enlarged the kitchen soon after my brother and I left for school. One of the new things I found was an electric hot water heater to replace the old kerosene heater. As I looked at it I saw the electric panel box door open and saw a little white sticker next to one of the switches. It was for the heater. My mind, now working a mile a minute, told me that I could turn it on and that way we'd have warm water to wash up with. Next, I went up to my room. There were two twin beds in there. I knew it'd be crowded with two of us in it but I didn't have the nerve to even think about using either my grandparents or parents double beds. I also realized that at 65 degrees it'd still be cool in there. I knew I could turn the heat up some more but, remembering that there was a portable electric heater in the bathroom, decided to use it instead. My "plan" intact, I decided to wait to tell Elle about it. I couldn't wait until evening.

The "excuse" for the night was that we were going to the movies. Elle had talked with her roommate, Nancy, who had told her about the movie she'd just seen. Elle felt she got enough information from Nancy to be able to bluff her mother about it. We immediately drove to our new place to park the car. Having just left home Elle didn't need to pee so we just sat and talked for a while. It was a cool, windless night so I asked her if she wanted to go look at the water. That always worked, especially since leaving for college as she really missed seeing the water. Out at the bulkhead I suggested that we walk towards my house. It was only four houses away so it wasn't an unreasonable request. When we walked around to the door and up on the porch she became concerned. I calmed her a bit and as I opened the door could feel that it was fairly warm. I led her out to the porch (inside) so we could look at the water. I moved around so I was standing in front of her. With no lights we had to relay on the ambient light and by then our eyes were acustomed to the darkness. I could see some concern on her face but I opened her coat and wrapped my arms around her body, kissing her in the process. I could feel some resistance but kept on going. When I felt her relax I dipped down so as to get at least my right hand under her skirt and slip. I wasn't sure how that would go but, again, she didn't resist. I was hoping to find her in nylon panties as I'd asked if she'd wear them. It was cotton that I felt but there was no pad. At least that was some progress.

I suggested that we sit(lay) on the couch. That was the trigger for her to ask what was going on. Not wanting her to get the wrong idea all I said was that it had seemed silly to be struggling in the car when we had the house. It wasn't like she jumped up and said "what a great idea!" but when she lay across my lap I knew she was accepting of the idea. I'm not sure how long we stayed like that before I suggested that it might be time for a visit to the bathroom. What I wanted to say was "please tinkle through your panties" but I just couldn't. When she returned my hand went right to her crotch. It wasn't wet but I knew immediately that she hadn't wiped. My fingers quickly made their way inside and it wasn't long afterwards that she was trying to get me to stop. I fought her off for a few minutes before she just rolled off my lap and onto the floor. I followed her there and lay pretty much on top of her while trying to get my hand up her skirt. I got lucky and was once again inside the panties. This time when she'd reached "that point" I had her sort of pinned down. She was pleading for me to stop, much the way she would if I tickled her. I whispered something like "do you really want me to?" and she smiled up at me and shook her head from side to side. While still over her I started unbuttoning her blouse. She didn't resist at all and, in fact, started unbuttoning her skirt. With her blouse and coat off it didn't take long for 65 degrees to seem like it was freezing. I pulled her coat back up over her shoulders and then pulled her up to standing. When I did her skirt fell to the floor. Her slip spoiled my view. Taking her hand I led her to the stairs. What was interesting was that there weren't many words being spoken by either of us. At the top of the stairs we turned left and into my room. It was nice and warm in there what with the heater on. I slipped my shirt and pants off and pulled her slip down. I climbed in first and, on my back, reached out to her. She came down right on top of me with my "bulge" right in between her legs and into her pubic area. Even with my T shirt and underpants on and her still in her bra and panties it was a special moment.

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WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19a)

After our return to school I'd be willing to bet that I saw more snow fall over the next three weeks than I'd seen in my 18 years. It snowed each and every day. Some days a little... some days a lot. But, classes were never cancelled. Money, and the lack of it, continued to be a problem. Elle and I had set the middle weekend of the three plus weeks of school we had before the Christmas break for me to visit. Donny had decided that he'd not be going home with less than four weeks to go until we'd be off again but I was told I'd be welcome at his house if I went over. I used my last unexcused "cuts" so as to be at the bus stop on time. As usual it was snowing and, as we were in a rural area, radio forecasts were useless. I had no idea what to expect and just assumed that the bus would be running. I waited for over and hour and when I saw lights starting to go on in the stores across the street I finally gave up. My parents had friends who ran a small mens clothing store in the town. At Thanksgiving my father had chastized me for not having stopped in to say "hello" to them. I was cold and my toes actually hurt so I decided to walk across the street to their store. As I started into the store I saw my reflection in the window. There was at least an inch of snow on the hood and shoulders of my coat. I shook off as much as I could and walked in. The rush of warmth was very welcome. After the pefunctory introductions were over we got to talking and I explained what I was attempting to do. They insisted that I call Elle to explain the situation. She, like me, was disappointed but there was little either of us could do. The couple who owned the store, the "B's", made me promise to stop by anytime I was downtown. I didn't know it at the time but this relationship was to become an important part of my life.

The last day of classes before the Christmas break for me was a Wednesday. It was also the first day that it didn't snow since we'd returned. I hoped it was a good omen for the upcoming vacation. I'd managed to find a ride that would take me right through the town where my grandparents lived. My parents had decided, much to my dismay, not to return home for Christmas. Even though my grandfather was basically healed, my grandmother's arthritis was worse. Tradition was big in my family and Christmas dinner was ALWAYS at their house. My mother, in trying to work out the logistics of pulling that off while maintaining her own home decided against reopening our house until after it was over. I was promised that we'd be back home a few days afterwards. Again, it was a case of not being happy about the situation but not in a position to do anything about it. I had no idea what was about to happen but my mother's decision turned out to be very good for me.

Elle's last class was on Thursday so there was a day's lag in our schedules. I'd managed to persuade Cliff, the owner of the gas station where I'd worked part time during the Summer, to hire me for part of my Christmas vacation. He was in the process of negotiating with the gasoline company who supplied him to build a brand new three bay garage. My presence would allow him time to get a lot of the details worked out. Because it was the slow season (our area was primarily geared for Summer activities) the hours were much reduced which worked for me. Elle was going to replace her mother at the drug store while she was home and our hours were to coincide so that was good. At the close of my first day I went to her house to wait for her return. I was disappointed to find that she'd decided to spend the nite at Nancy's (one of her roommates). That left me no choice but to spend the evening with my family. It was a LONG night.

There was no way to communicate with Elle as I didn't know Nancy's last name and I didn't want to ask Elle's parents for it. Friday was a very long day. I knew that she was to arrive on the noon train but I had to stay at the gas station. When 6pm finally arrived I drove down to her house and, again, was disappointed to find no one home. It was frustrating, to say the least. I waited for over an hour with still no sign of her. By the time I got to my grandparents house I was way late for dinner. My parents were not very happy with me, (It would've been great to've had a cell phone at that time) so much so that I wasn't allowed to go out. The more I pleaded the more stubborn they became. Here it was, two days into my vacation and I still hadn't seen Elle.

Saturday was Christmas eve and Cliff decided to close at 3pm. I immediately headed for the drug store. Thank goodness business was slow as Elle and I got in one quick embrace and then settled for talking. Elle invited me to her house for supper and this time I did use the phone. It was OK'ed but I was told to be home in time for the midnight Christmas eve church service. For a few minutes I was happy but Elle and I never really had any time alone. I had to wait until late Christmas day to go visit Elle. I didn't have a present for her but she knew that as soon as I got paid that it would be coming. Her father was asleep in his chair and her mother was finishing up in the kitchen. Like we did the previous Christmas, Elle and I went into the living room to look at her presents. Almost immediately recieved my first "present", even though I don't believe it was intentional. As Elle sat down on the floor she gave me a beautiful upskirt look at her panties. I was pleasantly surprised to not see the bulge that had become almost a part of her. I could immediately see that the panties were nylon and not cotton. I would've loved to reach over and touch them (and her) but with her mother nearby I didn't even make a move in that direction. Her present to me was a beautiful wool sweater. I felt guilty opening it as I didn't have anything for her (yet). We had to wait until it was time for me to leave before we could get really close. Rarely did we ever get to embrace with the lights on but we did on this night. I had my coat on and was just about to go out the door when Elle gave me my second unexpected "present". She'd been holding the open door and suddenly let it go and grabbed the hem of her skirt. In one fairly quick motion she lifted it (and her slip) up to her chest, hesitated for a few seconds and then slowly let it down. I know that this time it was planned. The vision of that helped make my trip back to my grandparents a pleasant one... and gave me hope for the rest of the vacation.

To be continued...

LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the fall (Part 18j)

There were two back porches at my grandparents house. In the fall and early winter one acted like a refrigerator housing vegetables and other things that needed to be kept cool. I took a chance that no one would go out there the next moning so stashed my wet coat there for the night. It worked and the next moning, when leaving for Elle's, I bundled up in a sweater and just grabbed the coat and threw it over my arm. I got to Elle's house only to find a car blocking the driveway. I had to drive past and turn around. By doing that I saw wash on the line. I slowed and took it all in. There were sheets, a bed pad and the skirt and slip Elle had worn the previous night. More important to me were the panties also hanging there. When I got inside I was introduced to Nan's aunt. She'd been away when Nan left for school and wanted to see her so drove out from the city. Elle hadn't yet come down so I waited on the porch. When she did, and was able to escape from Nan and her aunt, she came and sat down beside me. She had a bit of a frown on her face and, even before I had a chance to try and give her a peck on the cheek, she asked if I could take her shopping. My internal reation was "What's this? She NEVER goes shopping!" Whispering, she explained that she'd "missed" during the night and it was a reminder that she really needed more heavy cotton panties than the four that Carol had loaned her. THAT was real progress, as far as I was concerned. Here, she'd actually mentioned panties to me without me cajoling her to do so. I was excited! There was something else as well. She wanted to see if she couldn't find the same kind of panties that she'd been exposed to at my college's Fall house party when rooming with Susan. It was OK by me, for sure!

Even though we were going to be shopping right down the street from my grandparents house I elected not to stop there. (Long story.) I felt that the best place to start was at the one department store in town. When we walked through the door I steered her right to the lingerie department. I hadn't given any thought to the fact that she might find that kind of strange. However, she didn't say anything. An older lady came to wait on us and Elle, shy as ever, had to refer to a piece of paper to be able to ask for what she was looking for. Carol's heavy cotton panties had a label that read "Carol Brent" and, after asking, was told the store didn't carry that brand. She then hesitated and turned as if to go. I grabbed her arm and reminded her of the other thing she was looking for. I could see she was very uncomfortable. Finally she was able to stammer out the brand, "Kleinert's". The lady motioned for us to follow her across the aisle where she pulled a drawer out from under the counter. She rummaged through it finally pulling out a box that showed the contents as being bloomers. This definitely was not what Elle was looking for and, very nervous, thanked the lady and turned to leave.

Out in the street once again she said she better find a toilet. The town diner was almost directly across the street so we went there. I ordered us some hot chocolate just to allow her time to relax. I suggested that we go down to the ladies clothing store at the end of the street and, once again, were told that Carol Brent" was a brand foreign to them. Elle was clearly getting frustrated and didn't even ask about the other panties. Outside, I asked if the panties had to be the exact same as Carol's. She explained that she really wanted to replace the ones Carol had loaned her with new ones. I then asked if, for her own use, any other brand would do and managed to bring up the pair of Carter's that I'd given her a while back. She gave me a sort of smile back and admitted she was actually wearing them right then and there. That brought a "rise" to a certain part of my anatomy. One of the reasons I'd suggested that we go to the store at the end of the street was that we had to walk past the store that I'd discovered carried the Carter's products. Since it was basically known as "The Little Hat Shop" the window displays were ladies hats. But, the other name for the store was "The Rose Shop" and that was the part that sold infants and childrens clothing. For some reason, those items weren't displayed in the window but, there was a small sign showing the Carter's logo. As we walked past I pointed to it and stopped, suggesting that we go in. Seeing all the hats she thought I was crazy but I started in without her. She followed and we were greeted by a short heavyset woman whose face reminded me of a bulldog. I had to nudge Elle into speaking and, not quite sure what to ask for, she finally stammed out that she was looking for some cotton panties. The lady asked what size and Elle, caught by surprise, answered "Size 5, I think.". The lady, not even batting an eye, asked who they were for. I could visably see Elle's face turning crimson. When Elle indicated that they were for her the lady reached for a drawer behind the counter. As she did I could see the number 16 on the front on the front. When she put it on the counter there were all these individual packages inside. She pulled out about 4 or 5 and spread them out on the counter. I could see a pre-printed price on them... 69 cents. She then asked how many and then Elle turned to me. I didn't know what to say but, for some unknown reason I said "ten". Efficiently, the lady counted out ten, put them in a paper bag and asked for six dollars and ninty cents. (No tax in those days.)

Outside, Elle said she was ready to go home. I asked about looking for the other panties and she just shook her head no. I wondered if Nan and her aunt would be there and was pleasantly surprised when we got there to find we were alone. Elle's mother was at work but it was obvious that she'd come home for lunch as there were sandwiches on the table waiting for us. The question was where were Nan and her aunt. All the way back I'd been sort of daydreaming that maybe I could get Elle to model her new panties for me, somewhat the way MJ had done for me at our "goodbye". I think we were both apprehensive about Nan and her aunts' whereabouts. I didn't want to "push" Elle to do something that she didn't want to do and yet, I got the feeling that she wanted to do "something". After we cleaned up the table I took her in my arms and got a very "willing" kiss in return. As usual, my hands went right to her behind and, as usual, I looked for the feel of the leg openings of her panties. As I did this I also felt a bulge. Not wanting to take a chance on not being able to find a toilet while shopping, she'd worn a pad. That was why she had the Carter's panty on when I'd asked about it. I slid one hand to her front and was pressing on the pad. She pushed away and, with a sly smile on her face, turned and headed for the downstairs bathroom. She was back quickly but the first thing I noticed was that she hadn't zipped the front of her jeans. I could see a nice white "vee" from her waist to her crotch. My hand went between her legs in less than a second. There was no doubt that it was "exciting" and was even moreso when I felt a little dampness. Fortunately, the driveway had a built in "alarm". The drive was made of small stones and as soon as a car rolled onto them it made an unmistakable sound. Elle was able to put herself together by the time Nan and her aunt walked in. I wasn't happy but it was better than nothing.

I was told that I had to eat dinner with my family as it was my last night home before returning to school. Not that Elle and I had anything planned but it was an unwanted interruption. Since Elle and I'd supposedly been to the movies the night before we didn't really have any place to go that night, especially with Nan there. We ended up playing board games at the dining room table. Janie, the girl from up the road, also joined us. I'd hoped that Elle's parents would go to bed early so that we'd have some "private time". The thing was that since TV was relatively new to them they stayed and watched until 11:30pm. Then they pretty much told Elle to go to bed since she'd have to be up at 5am to catch the train back to school. There was nothing I could say. I did get one "real" kiss but not much else. All I could do was to look forward to the next time I'd see Elle. It was a very lame ending to a vacation that I'd hoped to be a memorable one and wasn't.

To be continued...