INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21a)
PROLOGUE: Up to this point my memory has been aided by having a series of small notepads, a journal, letters and pictures to refer to. From here on it's primarily memory and pictures. Some memories are quite detailed and others not. It is what it is...
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We picked a hell of a Winter to go to college where we chose to go. It set a record as far as snowfall from November through March. Having to rely on pick up rides to and from Elle’s school was difficult enough even without the snow. There were times that I had a “promise” of a ride but the weather would end up changing plans. My biggest fear was being stranded at Elle’s school with no way to get back. We were allowed three unauthorized absences (“cuts”) before getting an “F”. That was a big incentive to use them judiciously.
The two weeks following the semester break were taken up with the fraternity “rush” for me and the sorority “rush” for Elle. We both ended up getting bids from the houses we wanted. The second weekend was devoted to partying at the respective houses. We had, tentatively, set the weekend following that to get together again. It was during this three week period that I received an unexpected gift. An uncle that I hardly knew had died and had left my brother and I each $500. Fortunately, there were no age requirements to be met for me to receive it.
On the weekend that we planned to get together I couldn’t find a ride to Elle’s college town but was able to get one to the city where we had spent the day while on semester break. When I was dropped off I had well over an hour wait until the next bus. For some reason I wasn’t satisfied to just sit in the terminal and wait so took a walk. I ended up walking past the jewelery store that Elle and I had passed just a few weeks prior. There in the window was the diamond ring that we had both noticed. I really don’t know what possessed me but I went in and asked how much it was. I don’t remember the exact price but it was under $300. That $500 must’ve been burning a hole in my pocket because I said I’d take it.
From the moment I put the box with the ring in my pocket, time seemed to drag. When I finally reached Elle’s dorm I was a wreck. I had no idea how to present it to her or even if I should. Elle knew something was “up” almost as soon as she saw me. She asked if I was “OK” and, of course, I said I was. I didn’t know what to say so said nothing at all. Thankfully, Elle was still excited enough about being accepted by the sorority she wanted that she took off on that, telling me all the details. We’d retreated to the SU lounge and this time we ended up on one of the full sofas in the middle of the room, not my favorite place . By mid afternoon we found our way to our usual position with Elle lying across my lap and my hand in her crotch. With a full skirt and small crinoline it was easy to camouflage where my right hand actually was. Elle had “treated” me by wearing nylon panties and, after her last bathroom visit, not wiping. As pleasurable as it was, the ring took up most of my thoughts.
As I remember it it was starting to get dark and time to think about eating supper. I’d given Elle a “friendship” ring when we first started dating and my High School ring at her graduation. I remember asking her to let me have the friendship ring back and her puzzlement about why I wanted it. After she struggled to get it off I then asked her for my class ring. She always wore it on a chain around her neck. By now she was frowning, completely puzzled. As she hesitated, I urged her on. When she released the clasp on the neck chain I said “How’d you like to trade two for one?” Those were my exact words. She was now lying on her back looking up at me with the most puzzling look. I struggled to get my hand into my pocket to get the box with the ring. This action puzzled her further. When I finally got the box free I handed it to her. Even though all ring boxes look basically the same, Elle had never seen one before. When she opened it and saw what was inside, as the saying goes, it took her breath away... literally. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it and her breathing was as if she’d just run a mile.
As slow as time had passed right after I purchased the ring, it literally flew past after I gave it to her. We both lost track of time and then, when Elle realized that she was “leaking“, she started to get up. As soon as she did she started to pee uncontrollably. I told her to just sit back down and go right there. I remember lifting her skirt and crinoline up so that she wouldn’t sit back down on them. I’d also tugged on them, more or less pulling her back down onto the sofa. As excited as she was about the ring she was equally upset about what was happening right then and there.
I tried calming her down by rationalizing that if she’d tried to make it to the ladies room she wouldn’t have made it anyway and would’ve left a trail of pee all the way there. Her skirt, crinoline, shoes and socks would be wet. This way, only the seat cushion (and her panties) were wet. She was still upset and very concerned about the cushion. I told her I’d turn it over and no one would know... that it would eventually dry. I told her that, in spite of the no food or drink rule, there were probably other spills and stains. It took some doing but, eventually, she calmed down.
Because of a lot of factors that don’t need to be discussed in this journal, announcing that we were engaged was not an option. Elle and I discussed the situation and she understood that she couldn’t wear the ring in public. We agreed that she’d wear it when with me and if there were people around she’d just turn the diamond under, towards her palm. I gave her the two rings back so that their absence wouldn’t raise questions. This discussion served to get her mind off her wetting and got her refocused on being happy and excited.
By then It was actually time to eat. As she stood up to leave she moved right in front of me and put out her hands as if to help me up. The hem of her skirt was draped over my knees and, impulsively, I ran my right hand up underneath it. I really expected her to slap at my hand or to at least back away from me... but she didn’t. The crotch was still wet and I was satisfied just to feel it for a few seconds. I didn’t want to create a situation that might prove embarrassing to either of us. Elle said she wanted to go change her panties and see if any of her roommates were ready to eat. I didn’t like the idea of her changing but did go along with the idea of getting her roommates. That meant more food for me! As she headed for her dorm I wanted to ask that she, again, put on a nylon pair, but didn’t. There was still some trepidation on my part as to just how far I could venture in that vein.
To be continued...
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
WINTER... Back at school (Part 20h)
It had continued to snow, heavily, and it made for a long, slow trip back to my campus. It was dark out and the wind was now blowing the snow making it really nasty. I was really looking forward to getting a nice, big, warm meal but it had to wait.
The administration hadn't taken kindly to the water fight within the dorm during exam week. As I walked through the door I was surprised to see the RA (resident advisor) sitting at a desk right in the middle of the hall. He was there to greet all the dorm residents and present them with a document that had to signed to be allowed back in. Since there was no way to identify just who started the whole incident, the administration decided that all those residing in the dorm would have to share, equally, in the cost of the repairs. If we didn't sign the document we were told we wouldn't be allowed to register for classes the next day. That was only part of it. As it turned out, the water had ruined the wooden floors on both the first and second stories and those of us who lived in those areas were being relocated until the repairs were completed. The RA had a list of known vacancies in the other dorms and we were told we could chose to move to one of them or we could double up with the guys on the third and fourth floors. I perused the vacancy list and saw that my friend, Bob, whose girlfriend had roomed with Elle during the Fall party, had a vacancy. I knew that his roommate had been homesick right from the start. I guessed that he had decided not to come back. I put my name down in that spot and then set about collecting my things to take to my new room.
Bob was excited to see me. He didn't know about the relocation of the 30+ guys from my dorm and was pretty much resigned to living alone for the semester. He helped me get the rest of my things and to get settled. His room was in an older dorm and all the rooms were doubles. It was split into a study room with two desks and a sleep area with bunk beds and dressers. What struck me the most was that the sleep room in my old dorm was almost as big as the two areas of this room. It would take some getting used to...
To be continued...
It had continued to snow, heavily, and it made for a long, slow trip back to my campus. It was dark out and the wind was now blowing the snow making it really nasty. I was really looking forward to getting a nice, big, warm meal but it had to wait.
The administration hadn't taken kindly to the water fight within the dorm during exam week. As I walked through the door I was surprised to see the RA (resident advisor) sitting at a desk right in the middle of the hall. He was there to greet all the dorm residents and present them with a document that had to signed to be allowed back in. Since there was no way to identify just who started the whole incident, the administration decided that all those residing in the dorm would have to share, equally, in the cost of the repairs. If we didn't sign the document we were told we wouldn't be allowed to register for classes the next day. That was only part of it. As it turned out, the water had ruined the wooden floors on both the first and second stories and those of us who lived in those areas were being relocated until the repairs were completed. The RA had a list of known vacancies in the other dorms and we were told we could chose to move to one of them or we could double up with the guys on the third and fourth floors. I perused the vacancy list and saw that my friend, Bob, whose girlfriend had roomed with Elle during the Fall party, had a vacancy. I knew that his roommate had been homesick right from the start. I guessed that he had decided not to come back. I put my name down in that spot and then set about collecting my things to take to my new room.
Bob was excited to see me. He didn't know about the relocation of the 30+ guys from my dorm and was pretty much resigned to living alone for the semester. He helped me get the rest of my things and to get settled. His room was in an older dorm and all the rooms were doubles. It was split into a study room with two desks and a sleep area with bunk beds and dressers. What struck me the most was that the sleep room in my old dorm was almost as big as the two areas of this room. It would take some getting used to...
To be continued...
Saturday, March 24, 2007
WINTER... Back at school (Part 20g)
I felt it would be a good idea to go upstairs and wait. With daylight, more people would be around and, having escaped detection so far, didn't want to risk it. As I sat waiting for her I discovered something that troubled me. I could actually smell myself. My poor underpants had had quite a workout the previous day as well as my privates. I thought (briefly) about trying to get washed up in the SU bathroom but I didn't have any clean clothes. They were still at Donnie's. When Elle found me I told her I was going over there to get cleaned up. It was only around 8am and I figured that if I rushed I could make it back to the Sugar Bowl around 10am or so. I told her to meet me there and we'd have something to eat with what I had left for money.
A couple of Donnie's siblings were home as most of the family was at church. That worked for me as I could actually get a shower. After dressing I left a note to Donnie (and his mother) apologizing for not letting then know where I was and that I'd call to confirm what time we'd be heading back to school. I got to the Sugar Bowl around 10:30am. Elle was inside waiting for me. She did make a comment that I looked better, which made my effort worthwhile. It was busy but we did get seated. Luckily, we were between church crowds. I spread all the money I had onto the table and we then looked through the menu to see just what we could get. There were a few "specials" that seemed interesting. We ordered and, like the night before, shared. Our conversation was on the upcoming weeks. New classes and the upcoming "rushes" by the fraternity and sororities dominated. The next weekend was, for both our schools, reserved for the "Open Houses" put on by fraternities and sororities where the freshmen could visit and see if they liked the organization or not. The week following that was for follow-up visits and for the "bids" to be made to the students. Following that was "acceptance day", on Saturday, where all the new pledges would gather at their new college home for a celebration. That meant, for us, it would be three weeks, at the earliest, before we would see each other.
With the majority of the talking being on Fraternities and Sororities I asked Elle to show me the one(s) she was interested in. The majority of the fraternities/sororities were located at the south end of town and on a busy street. After leaving the Sugar Bowl we walked down there. It was known as "Greek Row". One of the interesting things that Elle had learned in her short time at the school was that the town was depicted in the movie The Sun Also Rises with Montgomery Clift. Supposedly, the movie was based on a real life happening and that one of the houses on Greek Row was a central part of the incident. It was obvious that the "elite" had lived along the street at one time. Large, ornate houses lined both sides of the street. The rumor was that most of the rich people who had lived in them went broke during the depression and WWII. When the war was over and returning soldiers were eligible for the GI Bill , a lot decided on college. The school didn't have the facilities to house all these people and since these homes were unoccupied, they were purchased for that purpose. Somehow, they evolved into the fraternity/sorority complexes that we were viewing.
Elle had narrowed her initial choices down to just a few. She based her process pretty much on the "caste" system within the college itself. There were a few sororities that catered to the rich and pretty (or so they thought!) and sororities that leaned towards girls who were athletically inclined. There were a few who tried to get the smartest and then there were the sororities for all the rest. Elle was interested in a few of those and we proceeded down the street to look at them. As I've mentioned, Freshmen weren't allowed into any of these houses until the "rush" process started. Elle had based her choices on having met some of the girls who lived in the houses who were in her classes. When we stopped in front of the one that she felt was the best for her I could imagine the house and grounds as they were in their "heyday". There was a covered portico for letting people off in inclement weather as well as a large carriage house in the back. Looking beyond that there were terraces that at one time probably had formal gardens lining them. This house had definite "character" (as did most of them on the street) and it seemed like it would be fun to live in one.
While we were looking at the houses it started to snow and heavily. Neither of us had anything to cover our heads so we started back to the SU. There was no quick way from where we were. We had to retrace our steps almost all the way back to the main street. There was a street that had been angle cut into the hill that led to the campus. Most of the administration lived on this one as well as the only sorority that had been specifically built for that purpose. As you would probably guess, this was the house for the "RaS", or rich and snotty, as they were dubbed. As were most of the streets leading to the campus, it was fairly steep. Because it was cold (below freezing), the snow started sticking right away. By the time we got started up the hill, the sidewalk was slippery. Elle had on penny loafers with leather soles and, even walking gingerly, she ended up slipping and sliding. I kept a hold of one hand, trying to steady her. It got to be funny with both of us laughing at our efforts. Trying to walk on the grass was even worse and Elle actually fell and slid back down, losing ground. When I slid back to help her, I, too, fell. By this time we were both laughing hysterically. Elle's head was white with snow and her blue coat now was two colors. But the laughter for Elle quickly stopped. The look on her face wasn't that of panic but more of concern. She was on her butt, leaning back and facing me. I was sitting straight up on my bottom. She reached out for me and I tried to pull her up to a sitting position. When she did this she put her knees up in front of her and tried to dig her heels into the ground. Even though she had a crinoline on I got a "peek". I knew immediately why her laughter had stopped... she had leaked.
I got her to a standing position and was trying to get that way myself when I heard her cry out "NO!". She wasn't moving but within seconds I saw something coming from up and under her skirt. She was peeing. There was nothing I could say or do to help her. I watched the snow that was directly under her disappear. I also watched as the inside of her white socks changed color as well. It only lasted for a few seconds. When it did I started trying to figure how we were going to get to the top of the hill. My shoes had only marginally better traction than hers so for me to pull her up the hill was questionable. I couldn't see her whole face but only a partial profile but it didn't appear that she was crying... thank goodness... as I wouldn't have had any idea what to say or do. Desperate times call for desperate measures and I got the idea of getting the rest of the way to the top by walking in our socks. It took some "selling" on my part to convince Elle but she gave in and, once she did, we made it to the top in no time. It was only a short distance to the SU and dorm and we continued on without our shoes. Once there, Elle ran downstairs to her room leaving me in the dorm lounge with my frozen feet on the radiator.
I waited and waited for Elle to return. It was probably 45 minutes before she did. She was chilled to the bone and had taken a shower to get warm. She said she was still cold so sat down next to me so I could wrap my arms around her. We stayed that way until 3pm when Donny and his brother were to pick me up. I'd been sitting there thinking of how I could get one last "touch" but couldn't come up with anything that I felt she'd "buy". As we hugged and kissed our "good bye" I was able to get a squeeze of her butt. I hated to leave it like that but...
To be continued...
I felt it would be a good idea to go upstairs and wait. With daylight, more people would be around and, having escaped detection so far, didn't want to risk it. As I sat waiting for her I discovered something that troubled me. I could actually smell myself. My poor underpants had had quite a workout the previous day as well as my privates. I thought (briefly) about trying to get washed up in the SU bathroom but I didn't have any clean clothes. They were still at Donnie's. When Elle found me I told her I was going over there to get cleaned up. It was only around 8am and I figured that if I rushed I could make it back to the Sugar Bowl around 10am or so. I told her to meet me there and we'd have something to eat with what I had left for money.
A couple of Donnie's siblings were home as most of the family was at church. That worked for me as I could actually get a shower. After dressing I left a note to Donnie (and his mother) apologizing for not letting then know where I was and that I'd call to confirm what time we'd be heading back to school. I got to the Sugar Bowl around 10:30am. Elle was inside waiting for me. She did make a comment that I looked better, which made my effort worthwhile. It was busy but we did get seated. Luckily, we were between church crowds. I spread all the money I had onto the table and we then looked through the menu to see just what we could get. There were a few "specials" that seemed interesting. We ordered and, like the night before, shared. Our conversation was on the upcoming weeks. New classes and the upcoming "rushes" by the fraternity and sororities dominated. The next weekend was, for both our schools, reserved for the "Open Houses" put on by fraternities and sororities where the freshmen could visit and see if they liked the organization or not. The week following that was for follow-up visits and for the "bids" to be made to the students. Following that was "acceptance day", on Saturday, where all the new pledges would gather at their new college home for a celebration. That meant, for us, it would be three weeks, at the earliest, before we would see each other.
With the majority of the talking being on Fraternities and Sororities I asked Elle to show me the one(s) she was interested in. The majority of the fraternities/sororities were located at the south end of town and on a busy street. After leaving the Sugar Bowl we walked down there. It was known as "Greek Row". One of the interesting things that Elle had learned in her short time at the school was that the town was depicted in the movie The Sun Also Rises with Montgomery Clift. Supposedly, the movie was based on a real life happening and that one of the houses on Greek Row was a central part of the incident. It was obvious that the "elite" had lived along the street at one time. Large, ornate houses lined both sides of the street. The rumor was that most of the rich people who had lived in them went broke during the depression and WWII. When the war was over and returning soldiers were eligible for the GI Bill , a lot decided on college. The school didn't have the facilities to house all these people and since these homes were unoccupied, they were purchased for that purpose. Somehow, they evolved into the fraternity/sorority complexes that we were viewing.
Elle had narrowed her initial choices down to just a few. She based her process pretty much on the "caste" system within the college itself. There were a few sororities that catered to the rich and pretty (or so they thought!) and sororities that leaned towards girls who were athletically inclined. There were a few who tried to get the smartest and then there were the sororities for all the rest. Elle was interested in a few of those and we proceeded down the street to look at them. As I've mentioned, Freshmen weren't allowed into any of these houses until the "rush" process started. Elle had based her choices on having met some of the girls who lived in the houses who were in her classes. When we stopped in front of the one that she felt was the best for her I could imagine the house and grounds as they were in their "heyday". There was a covered portico for letting people off in inclement weather as well as a large carriage house in the back. Looking beyond that there were terraces that at one time probably had formal gardens lining them. This house had definite "character" (as did most of them on the street) and it seemed like it would be fun to live in one.
While we were looking at the houses it started to snow and heavily. Neither of us had anything to cover our heads so we started back to the SU. There was no quick way from where we were. We had to retrace our steps almost all the way back to the main street. There was a street that had been angle cut into the hill that led to the campus. Most of the administration lived on this one as well as the only sorority that had been specifically built for that purpose. As you would probably guess, this was the house for the "RaS", or rich and snotty, as they were dubbed. As were most of the streets leading to the campus, it was fairly steep. Because it was cold (below freezing), the snow started sticking right away. By the time we got started up the hill, the sidewalk was slippery. Elle had on penny loafers with leather soles and, even walking gingerly, she ended up slipping and sliding. I kept a hold of one hand, trying to steady her. It got to be funny with both of us laughing at our efforts. Trying to walk on the grass was even worse and Elle actually fell and slid back down, losing ground. When I slid back to help her, I, too, fell. By this time we were both laughing hysterically. Elle's head was white with snow and her blue coat now was two colors. But the laughter for Elle quickly stopped. The look on her face wasn't that of panic but more of concern. She was on her butt, leaning back and facing me. I was sitting straight up on my bottom. She reached out for me and I tried to pull her up to a sitting position. When she did this she put her knees up in front of her and tried to dig her heels into the ground. Even though she had a crinoline on I got a "peek". I knew immediately why her laughter had stopped... she had leaked.
I got her to a standing position and was trying to get that way myself when I heard her cry out "NO!". She wasn't moving but within seconds I saw something coming from up and under her skirt. She was peeing. There was nothing I could say or do to help her. I watched the snow that was directly under her disappear. I also watched as the inside of her white socks changed color as well. It only lasted for a few seconds. When it did I started trying to figure how we were going to get to the top of the hill. My shoes had only marginally better traction than hers so for me to pull her up the hill was questionable. I couldn't see her whole face but only a partial profile but it didn't appear that she was crying... thank goodness... as I wouldn't have had any idea what to say or do. Desperate times call for desperate measures and I got the idea of getting the rest of the way to the top by walking in our socks. It took some "selling" on my part to convince Elle but she gave in and, once she did, we made it to the top in no time. It was only a short distance to the SU and dorm and we continued on without our shoes. Once there, Elle ran downstairs to her room leaving me in the dorm lounge with my frozen feet on the radiator.
I waited and waited for Elle to return. It was probably 45 minutes before she did. She was chilled to the bone and had taken a shower to get warm. She said she was still cold so sat down next to me so I could wrap my arms around her. We stayed that way until 3pm when Donny and his brother were to pick me up. I'd been sitting there thinking of how I could get one last "touch" but couldn't come up with anything that I felt she'd "buy". As we hugged and kissed our "good bye" I was able to get a squeeze of her butt. I hated to leave it like that but...
To be continued...
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
WINTER... Back at school (Part 20f)
I actually would've had time to look through all of Carol's panties as it was quite a while before Elle finally appeared in the doorway. She had her nightgown on but her hair was wrapped in a towel. I watched as she dumped all her clothes in a canvas bag hanging at the end of her bed. I really wished that I could've inspected the panties but I knew there was no way. While she was brushing out her hair she turned to me and said something that I'd never heard from her before. "Can I ask you to do a big favor from me?" It almost sounded foreign to me. I was so puzzled that I don't think I answered right away. Still brushing her hair, she walked towards me. It appeared that my non answer was taken at as a "No." Then she said that she was really afraid to sleep there alone. Now I knew that I wasn't supposed to be in her room as it was and my first thought was that she wanted me to sleep in the room with her. As much as I wanted to be with her as much as possible I knew that wasn't going to happen. If we were to get caught it would mean expulsion for her and who knew what for me.
After a few deep breaths I suggested that I could show her how to bar the door. (For fire reasons, locks were not allowed on dorm room doors.) She was accepting of that idea but I could see that she was still very uncomfortable. I took one of the desk chairs and showed her how to jam it under the door handle. I then had her do it while I stood in the hall and tried to get in. I couldn't. But that didn't seem to satisfy her. Back in the room, I sat down in the chair we'd been using. I didn't know what to say (or do) to make her happy. She came over to me and, after a few seconds, sat on my lap. At this point in time there was nothing sexual going through my mind. We just sat there, saying nothing. I wanted to come up with a solution but we each had our own, separate, fears. I finally told her that she would be fine... that I was positive that no one could get in with the chair jamming the door. I eased her up off my lap, told her that I loved her and picked up my coat and started out the door. I didn't want to do it that way but, I was, by now, exhausted and I still had to walk all the way to Donny's house. Elle followed behind me and when I got to the basement lounge, stopped to give her a hug and a kiss. She was crying. Standing there in the hall I just held her in my arms. This whole crying thing was new to me. When I tried to free myself though, she looked into the empty lounge. Excitedly, she then asked if I'd sleep in there. I peeked around her and saw a vynal covered love seat and three uncomfortable looking chairs. At least, I thought, if I (we) got caught it would be me who was at risk and not Elle. I don't remember exactly what I said or did at that point but I do remember trying out the love seat and finding it VERY uncomfortable. I also remember looking up at her pleading eyes and shrugging my shoulders, or something like, that to indicate that I'd given in to her pleadings. Elle plopped down on my lap, hugging me tighter that I could ever remember. After a short while, I asked her to get me a pillow for my head and some sort of blanket. She didn't want to get up but I was really, really tired by then. After Elle was safely ensconsed in her room, I tried to find a position where I thought I might get some rest. It was almost impossible. Added to that was the fact that there was no doorway and the hall lights were permanently on. It made for a long night!
I wouldn't allow myself to look at my watch as the night progressed. I tossed and I turned. I even tried putting the cushions on the floor but there was a terrible draft. I did fall asleep but it must have been just around daybreak. It was Elle gently shaking me that woke me. I still remember lying on my back, looking up at Elle, and having no idea where I was. As worried about herself as she was, she was also worried about me. I remember grabbing one of her hands and sort of dragging her down on top of me. She landed on my groin and from there I pulled her down so I could hold her. She sort of resisted and I asked what was wrong. She said she was headed for the bathroom but wanted to check on me first. I was still groggy at that point and I don't know why but I asked if she was wet. With time to think about it, common sense would've told me that she was. With the fear that she had there was no way she would've gotten up to use the toilet during the night. She answered by whispering "yes" in my ear. My "bulge" was growing, even with her lying on top of it. I'd been holding her with both arms wrapped around her but, upon hearing that she was wet, my right hand drifted down to her butt. One of my unanswered questions was immediately answered... was she using the plastic "bloomers" (that weren't)? I could feel them through her nightgown. With all this "information" to process, and even though still slightly groggy, I immediately had the idea of having her pee right there while sitting on me. But, how was I going to ask her to do it. I was still struggling with just how to explain my decided interest in her being wet. We'd sort of skirted the issue and she'd sort of acknowledged it by some of the things that she'd done, but...
She, again, tried to get up but I wouldn't let her go. She wasn't mad or anything like that but she wanted to know why I wouldn't. I'm not sure of how I put it but I think it was along the lines of "What would happen if I don't?" I think I took it a bit further but I just don't remember. I finally let her sit up and I sort of half followed her up myself, as far as I could what with her still on my groin. I didn't let her go, though. I'm sure there was some more dialog but the one thing I remember is her saying "What if it leaks?" I also remember her having a strange look on her face. Then, and I remember this vividly, I felt my groin area start to get a little warm. For some reason I knew that I wasn't getting wet. It was the warmth of her pee soaking through her "package" and down to her butt being passed on to me. If she'd as much as wiggled I would've come.
When she was through peeing she pulled away and told me that she was going to get washed up and dressed. I remember her saying "Satisfied?" as she got up. I was! I was! I followed her into her room and watched as she collected her clothes for the day. I was pleased to see a pair of nylon panties on the top of the pile. Like the night before, she asked me to check the bathroom. While there I used the toilet and also got a look of myself in the mirror. It'd been two days since I'd showered and shaved, although the latter wasn't an issue (yet). I think I looked worse from lack of sleep than anything else. When I walked back into the room she was in the closet. All the clothes and her towel were on her bed. When she walked out I walked up to her and kissed and hugged her. I couldn't have planned it better. I got to squeeze her butt with the wet soggy panties and pads encased by the plastic panties. I don't know why that was so important to me but it was. When she backed away I summoned the courage to ask her to let me see her in them. She gave me one of those "I just don't understand you!!" looks but reached down and pulled the hem of her nightgown up enough to at least see the crotch area. I was a happy young man!
To be continued...
I actually would've had time to look through all of Carol's panties as it was quite a while before Elle finally appeared in the doorway. She had her nightgown on but her hair was wrapped in a towel. I watched as she dumped all her clothes in a canvas bag hanging at the end of her bed. I really wished that I could've inspected the panties but I knew there was no way. While she was brushing out her hair she turned to me and said something that I'd never heard from her before. "Can I ask you to do a big favor from me?" It almost sounded foreign to me. I was so puzzled that I don't think I answered right away. Still brushing her hair, she walked towards me. It appeared that my non answer was taken at as a "No." Then she said that she was really afraid to sleep there alone. Now I knew that I wasn't supposed to be in her room as it was and my first thought was that she wanted me to sleep in the room with her. As much as I wanted to be with her as much as possible I knew that wasn't going to happen. If we were to get caught it would mean expulsion for her and who knew what for me.
After a few deep breaths I suggested that I could show her how to bar the door. (For fire reasons, locks were not allowed on dorm room doors.) She was accepting of that idea but I could see that she was still very uncomfortable. I took one of the desk chairs and showed her how to jam it under the door handle. I then had her do it while I stood in the hall and tried to get in. I couldn't. But that didn't seem to satisfy her. Back in the room, I sat down in the chair we'd been using. I didn't know what to say (or do) to make her happy. She came over to me and, after a few seconds, sat on my lap. At this point in time there was nothing sexual going through my mind. We just sat there, saying nothing. I wanted to come up with a solution but we each had our own, separate, fears. I finally told her that she would be fine... that I was positive that no one could get in with the chair jamming the door. I eased her up off my lap, told her that I loved her and picked up my coat and started out the door. I didn't want to do it that way but, I was, by now, exhausted and I still had to walk all the way to Donny's house. Elle followed behind me and when I got to the basement lounge, stopped to give her a hug and a kiss. She was crying. Standing there in the hall I just held her in my arms. This whole crying thing was new to me. When I tried to free myself though, she looked into the empty lounge. Excitedly, she then asked if I'd sleep in there. I peeked around her and saw a vynal covered love seat and three uncomfortable looking chairs. At least, I thought, if I (we) got caught it would be me who was at risk and not Elle. I don't remember exactly what I said or did at that point but I do remember trying out the love seat and finding it VERY uncomfortable. I also remember looking up at her pleading eyes and shrugging my shoulders, or something like, that to indicate that I'd given in to her pleadings. Elle plopped down on my lap, hugging me tighter that I could ever remember. After a short while, I asked her to get me a pillow for my head and some sort of blanket. She didn't want to get up but I was really, really tired by then. After Elle was safely ensconsed in her room, I tried to find a position where I thought I might get some rest. It was almost impossible. Added to that was the fact that there was no doorway and the hall lights were permanently on. It made for a long night!
I wouldn't allow myself to look at my watch as the night progressed. I tossed and I turned. I even tried putting the cushions on the floor but there was a terrible draft. I did fall asleep but it must have been just around daybreak. It was Elle gently shaking me that woke me. I still remember lying on my back, looking up at Elle, and having no idea where I was. As worried about herself as she was, she was also worried about me. I remember grabbing one of her hands and sort of dragging her down on top of me. She landed on my groin and from there I pulled her down so I could hold her. She sort of resisted and I asked what was wrong. She said she was headed for the bathroom but wanted to check on me first. I was still groggy at that point and I don't know why but I asked if she was wet. With time to think about it, common sense would've told me that she was. With the fear that she had there was no way she would've gotten up to use the toilet during the night. She answered by whispering "yes" in my ear. My "bulge" was growing, even with her lying on top of it. I'd been holding her with both arms wrapped around her but, upon hearing that she was wet, my right hand drifted down to her butt. One of my unanswered questions was immediately answered... was she using the plastic "bloomers" (that weren't)? I could feel them through her nightgown. With all this "information" to process, and even though still slightly groggy, I immediately had the idea of having her pee right there while sitting on me. But, how was I going to ask her to do it. I was still struggling with just how to explain my decided interest in her being wet. We'd sort of skirted the issue and she'd sort of acknowledged it by some of the things that she'd done, but...
She, again, tried to get up but I wouldn't let her go. She wasn't mad or anything like that but she wanted to know why I wouldn't. I'm not sure of how I put it but I think it was along the lines of "What would happen if I don't?" I think I took it a bit further but I just don't remember. I finally let her sit up and I sort of half followed her up myself, as far as I could what with her still on my groin. I didn't let her go, though. I'm sure there was some more dialog but the one thing I remember is her saying "What if it leaks?" I also remember her having a strange look on her face. Then, and I remember this vividly, I felt my groin area start to get a little warm. For some reason I knew that I wasn't getting wet. It was the warmth of her pee soaking through her "package" and down to her butt being passed on to me. If she'd as much as wiggled I would've come.
When she was through peeing she pulled away and told me that she was going to get washed up and dressed. I remember her saying "Satisfied?" as she got up. I was! I was! I followed her into her room and watched as she collected her clothes for the day. I was pleased to see a pair of nylon panties on the top of the pile. Like the night before, she asked me to check the bathroom. While there I used the toilet and also got a look of myself in the mirror. It'd been two days since I'd showered and shaved, although the latter wasn't an issue (yet). I think I looked worse from lack of sleep than anything else. When I walked back into the room she was in the closet. All the clothes and her towel were on her bed. When she walked out I walked up to her and kissed and hugged her. I couldn't have planned it better. I got to squeeze her butt with the wet soggy panties and pads encased by the plastic panties. I don't know why that was so important to me but it was. When she backed away I summoned the courage to ask her to let me see her in them. She gave me one of those "I just don't understand you!!" looks but reached down and pulled the hem of her nightgown up enough to at least see the crotch area. I was a happy young man!
To be continued...
Monday, March 19, 2007
WINTER... Back at school (Part 20e)
When I woke up we were both in the same position. My first thought was to how long we'd been asleep. Elle wasn't moving so I slid my right hand down and over her hip, trying to feel her butt and to see if she'd wet. I managed to cup my fingers into the crotch area of her panties and they were damp but not from pee. It had a sticky feel to it and it took a few seconds to realize that it was my cum. I couldn't remember exactly what time it was when we got back but it seemed like a good idea to wake her. She was really "out". I ended up pushing her up off me so I could get up. When I did she just flopped back down on the cushions, on her back. But, at the same time she raised both knees up so that her legs weren't hanging over the side. By doing this and not readjusting her skirt, it fell to her lap exposing the crotch area of her panties. I couldn't resist. The damp area was quite large. I wanted to touch it but, for some reason didn't.
I put myself back together, thankful that my pants had been lowered so that they didn't get stained. I couldn't say the same for my underpants. However, I didn't have much choice at that time. I sat on the floor and, as gently as possible, tried waking Elle. When I finally got her to acknowledge me, she was unsure just where she was. All I could think of at that time was how in the world her alarm clocks could wake her if she always slept that soundly. We made our way to the ladies room and, like before, she called inside first and then had me go in and check to make sure no one was in there. When she went into the stall I positioned myself so I could see her feet. Just seeing that gave me thrill.
When she rejoined me she said that she really wanted to get cleaned up. We got our coats and headed for the dorm. There still was no noticeable "life" around and, at the stairs, Elle asked me to go down with her. This, under normal circumstances, was a "No no."). Knowing that all the girls on her floor were gone and that she would be alone scared her. And, like with the ladies room at the SU, she wanted me to check everything out with her. What was interesting was that each floor had a small lounge area but men were only allowed in the one on the first floor. Her room was right next to it and, after turning on the light, I walked in to look around. She'd described it to me so it wasn't all that unfamiliar. I knew which desk was hers (my picture) and also the dresser. She walked in behind me and went to her bed and got her nightgown out from under her pillow. Then she went to her dresser and pulled some things out and stacked them on top of the gown. The towel was next. Then she asked me to go and check the bathroom. It was at the very end of the hall. I wondered, as I walked past the other rooms, how many times she'd been woken by her alarms and yet ended up not making it to the toilet. I turned on the lights and was shocked at just how small it was, especially for almost 30 females. There were only 16 guys on my dorm floor and we had the same number of sinks, toilets and showers (plus we had urinals). There were three of each and as I looked at them could only envision pure chaos every morning. I called down the hall to Elle and waited for her in the doorway. I stayed there until she started to undress. Then she asked me to leave. I pleaded to at least see her in just her bra and panties and she did allow that.
It was as I walked back to her room that I got the idea to peek into her roommates dresser drawers. I was still excited from seeing Elle partially undressed but the adrenaline really started to flow as I approached the dresser next to Elle's. I recognized the picture on it's top as Nancy's boyfriend. As I pulled the drawer out it was confirmed. Nancy was, for lack of a better description, an "air head" and one of the most disorganized people Elle said she'd ever known. All I saw was a tangled mess of bras, panties, socks and slips. No organization at all. I picked up the first pair of panties I saw. They were cotton band leg and I recognized them as being Lollipop, the same kind that Fred's girlfriend, Liz, wore. What set them aside from the Spanky Pants was that they weren't nearly as heavy. The cotton was soft like my T shirts. But, on this pair, there was something more. The back panel was doubled, just like the crotch. I checked out the label and saw that they were size 12 which indicated that they were a childs panty. Nancy was small but that surprised me. I rummaged around and found a few more of the same. No nylon panties at all.
My heart was beating quite rapidly by then and as I approached the other two dressers I had no idea who belonged to either one. I pulled the first drawer out and could tell immediately that the things inside belonged to Toby. It wasn't anything more than the fact that she had made compartments out of cardboard to separate sock from bras and from panties. She was so organized in everything that she tended to drive the others crazy with it. There were six compartments. Three held panties with two for socks and one for bras.There was only a few pair of panties in the first one. They were nylon. I pulled the top pair out and read the label. Not that I was any kind of expert at that time but when I read "Mojud" all I could think of was nylon stocking. I'd seen signs for them in different department stores and also could remember ads in magazines. The size was a 7, which sort of figured as Toby was bigger than Elle and Elle wore a size 5. Next to that compartment was something that I'd never seen before. I'd seen my mother's girdles a few times and they had, what I'd learned (from Elle), were garters, used to hold up nylon stockings. But what I was holding was definitely a panty but it did have garters attached to them. A quick check of the label showed the name "Suspants". There was also something a little different. They looked funny in that when held by the waist they sort of went straight down without any shape. I definitely remember that I didn't like them. The panties in the back compartment were cotton and it was obvious what they were for. Dark stains in the crotch area out by the leg elastics gave them away. I only checked one pair and there was no label.
Carol's drawer proved to be the most interesting. Her panties took up one side with her bras and slips sharing the other side. My guess was that there were about 10 pair, all nylon and mostly white. I saw one with an applique and picked it up. "Kayser", size 5 is what the label read. As I held them up in front of me I knew I liked the oversized crotch. They immediately reminded me of the panties I'd seen on the clothesline at Buddy's house at the end of the Summer that his girlfriend (another Carol) had worn. I liked them, very much! I picked up another pair and the label didn't have a brand but the size was 5. The crotch on these weren't as big from front to back but was very wide. I liked them a lot as well. I wanted to go further but started to worry that Elle would walk in and catch me. All in all it was a very memorable few minutes.
To be continued...
When I woke up we were both in the same position. My first thought was to how long we'd been asleep. Elle wasn't moving so I slid my right hand down and over her hip, trying to feel her butt and to see if she'd wet. I managed to cup my fingers into the crotch area of her panties and they were damp but not from pee. It had a sticky feel to it and it took a few seconds to realize that it was my cum. I couldn't remember exactly what time it was when we got back but it seemed like a good idea to wake her. She was really "out". I ended up pushing her up off me so I could get up. When I did she just flopped back down on the cushions, on her back. But, at the same time she raised both knees up so that her legs weren't hanging over the side. By doing this and not readjusting her skirt, it fell to her lap exposing the crotch area of her panties. I couldn't resist. The damp area was quite large. I wanted to touch it but, for some reason didn't.
I put myself back together, thankful that my pants had been lowered so that they didn't get stained. I couldn't say the same for my underpants. However, I didn't have much choice at that time. I sat on the floor and, as gently as possible, tried waking Elle. When I finally got her to acknowledge me, she was unsure just where she was. All I could think of at that time was how in the world her alarm clocks could wake her if she always slept that soundly. We made our way to the ladies room and, like before, she called inside first and then had me go in and check to make sure no one was in there. When she went into the stall I positioned myself so I could see her feet. Just seeing that gave me thrill.
When she rejoined me she said that she really wanted to get cleaned up. We got our coats and headed for the dorm. There still was no noticeable "life" around and, at the stairs, Elle asked me to go down with her. This, under normal circumstances, was a "No no."). Knowing that all the girls on her floor were gone and that she would be alone scared her. And, like with the ladies room at the SU, she wanted me to check everything out with her. What was interesting was that each floor had a small lounge area but men were only allowed in the one on the first floor. Her room was right next to it and, after turning on the light, I walked in to look around. She'd described it to me so it wasn't all that unfamiliar. I knew which desk was hers (my picture) and also the dresser. She walked in behind me and went to her bed and got her nightgown out from under her pillow. Then she went to her dresser and pulled some things out and stacked them on top of the gown. The towel was next. Then she asked me to go and check the bathroom. It was at the very end of the hall. I wondered, as I walked past the other rooms, how many times she'd been woken by her alarms and yet ended up not making it to the toilet. I turned on the lights and was shocked at just how small it was, especially for almost 30 females. There were only 16 guys on my dorm floor and we had the same number of sinks, toilets and showers (plus we had urinals). There were three of each and as I looked at them could only envision pure chaos every morning. I called down the hall to Elle and waited for her in the doorway. I stayed there until she started to undress. Then she asked me to leave. I pleaded to at least see her in just her bra and panties and she did allow that.
It was as I walked back to her room that I got the idea to peek into her roommates dresser drawers. I was still excited from seeing Elle partially undressed but the adrenaline really started to flow as I approached the dresser next to Elle's. I recognized the picture on it's top as Nancy's boyfriend. As I pulled the drawer out it was confirmed. Nancy was, for lack of a better description, an "air head" and one of the most disorganized people Elle said she'd ever known. All I saw was a tangled mess of bras, panties, socks and slips. No organization at all. I picked up the first pair of panties I saw. They were cotton band leg and I recognized them as being Lollipop, the same kind that Fred's girlfriend, Liz, wore. What set them aside from the Spanky Pants was that they weren't nearly as heavy. The cotton was soft like my T shirts. But, on this pair, there was something more. The back panel was doubled, just like the crotch. I checked out the label and saw that they were size 12 which indicated that they were a childs panty. Nancy was small but that surprised me. I rummaged around and found a few more of the same. No nylon panties at all.
My heart was beating quite rapidly by then and as I approached the other two dressers I had no idea who belonged to either one. I pulled the first drawer out and could tell immediately that the things inside belonged to Toby. It wasn't anything more than the fact that she had made compartments out of cardboard to separate sock from bras and from panties. She was so organized in everything that she tended to drive the others crazy with it. There were six compartments. Three held panties with two for socks and one for bras.There was only a few pair of panties in the first one. They were nylon. I pulled the top pair out and read the label. Not that I was any kind of expert at that time but when I read "Mojud" all I could think of was nylon stocking. I'd seen signs for them in different department stores and also could remember ads in magazines. The size was a 7, which sort of figured as Toby was bigger than Elle and Elle wore a size 5. Next to that compartment was something that I'd never seen before. I'd seen my mother's girdles a few times and they had, what I'd learned (from Elle), were garters, used to hold up nylon stockings. But what I was holding was definitely a panty but it did have garters attached to them. A quick check of the label showed the name "Suspants". There was also something a little different. They looked funny in that when held by the waist they sort of went straight down without any shape. I definitely remember that I didn't like them. The panties in the back compartment were cotton and it was obvious what they were for. Dark stains in the crotch area out by the leg elastics gave them away. I only checked one pair and there was no label.
Carol's drawer proved to be the most interesting. Her panties took up one side with her bras and slips sharing the other side. My guess was that there were about 10 pair, all nylon and mostly white. I saw one with an applique and picked it up. "Kayser", size 5 is what the label read. As I held them up in front of me I knew I liked the oversized crotch. They immediately reminded me of the panties I'd seen on the clothesline at Buddy's house at the end of the Summer that his girlfriend (another Carol) had worn. I liked them, very much! I picked up another pair and the label didn't have a brand but the size was 5. The crotch on these weren't as big from front to back but was very wide. I liked them a lot as well. I wanted to go further but started to worry that Elle would walk in and catch me. All in all it was a very memorable few minutes.
To be continued...
Saturday, March 17, 2007
WINTER... Back at school (Part 20d)
I truly felt sorry for Elle. In spite of wearing a partial "package" (cotton panties, pad and the sanitary panty over them it wasn't enough. The only thing that saved her from total embarrassment was the wool slacks she was wearing. They were charcoal gray and between the color and the fact that wool has a natural oil built in, the wetness didn't show through. But she was VERY uncomfortable as the inside of them was wet and her socks and shoes were also wet. Even it it had been warm out it still would have made for an uncomfortable experience. Dayton steered us towards the Student Union and gave us directions to the downtown area and took off.
Once inside, Elle headed for the ladies room to see what she could do to clean up. There was a store in the SU that carried sundries and Elle asked if I could at least find a dry pair of socks for her. She was gone for quite a while. She had a look of despair on her face and I felt helpless to do anything for her. She'd taken a whole batch of paper towels into a stall with her and tried to get as much moisture out of the pants legs as she could. Her "supply" bag did have dry panties and extra pads but she didn't have another pair of sanitary panties. The problem with them was that the leg elastics were wet and a bit uncomfortable. She said her shoes felt the same as when it snowed and they got wet so they weren't all that bad. The dry socks helped, for sure.
We grabbed a snack while at the SU and then headed downtown. Because it was so cold out and Elle's clothes still felt damp, we spent most of our time looking around in stores. In one department store we saw a Kleinert's display. I offered to buy her a new, dry, pair of sanitary panties but she said she'd gotten used to the feel. I breathed a silent sigh of relief as my monetary resources were getting dangerously low. Our return bus was to leave near 5pm. As we made our way in that direction we still took time to look in windows. One of the stores was a jewelery store. Now, none of our conversations, even the fantasy ones, ever broached marriage. But, for some reason, there was an engagement ring right in the front corner of the window that caught my eye. The only engagement ring I'd ever taken notice of was that of my mother. It was a simple solitare diamond without embellishments. This ring was also in a plain setting except that the stone was rectangular. I liked it immediately. The store clerks were in the process of collecting the displayed jewelery from the window while we were there. When the man picked up the box with that ring in it, Elle touched my arm and pointed to it. I looked at her and heard her sort of whisper "It's different." I agreed and we continued on.
We, again, ate at the Sugar Bowl only this time we shared the dinner. The only reason I didn't ask Elle for some monetary help was that, with classes starting on Monday, she had to buy her text books. If she didn't have enough she wouldn't be able to get them. So, I basically starved that night. When we got back to the campus Elle wanted to change out of the soiled slacks. I waited for her in the dorm lounge and this time I saw no activity at all. I wondered if Elle might be the only one there. When she reappeared she had on a skirt I'd seen her wear many times before. I immediately wondered what she had on under it. I was almost tempted to put my hand up under the hem as she stood there in front of me... but didn't.
It was back to the SU lounge for us and the same room. We, dutifully, turned on a light and then settled into our usual position. I was very pleased that she was wearing just nylon panties. The only problem was that, once my finger got inside, she was, basically "dry". It only took a second or two for her to recognize it as well. She tugged my arm as if to remove it from between her legs. As I did she raised her left leg up a bit but then pushed my arm back down. I was a bit confused. I let my hand rest on her right upper thigh, not touching her privates or panties. Within seconds I felt something trickling around my hand. I quickly felt her panties and the crotch was wet. What a feeling! The slippery feel of nylon covering the soft flesh of her vulva, to me, was almost heaven.
When she finally broke away to use the toilet I couldn't believe that I hadn't come. I'd felt that I was almost there a number of times. I actually need a few minutes to calm down. When she returned, she "attacked" me. Not literally, but she came up in front of me and then proceeded to straddle me. She then undid my belt, pants button and zipper. She backed off my lap and started tugging at my pants. Once they were down to about my knees she "unleashed" my penis from my underpants and then slid back onto my lap. I could feel that her panties were wet because I felt wet. I guessed that she had left them on when she used the toilet. We went "up and down" a few times until she reached down and guided my penis under the panty elastic. With her other hand she stroked it up and down her labia. Again, I was holding my breath. All of a sudden I felt myself entering her. It was an incredible feeling. We stayed motionless for a few seconds and then she started raising and lowering herself on me. I exhaled and then took another deep breath. I could feel the "explosion" building within me. I'm sure I mumbled something about "coming" and I know I tried to lift her up and off me. I know I, emphatically, said "JUMP!", but she didn't. The feeling was incredible. Masturbation, and the few feeble attempts we'd made in the past, paled by example. She continued to "ride" even as my penis "deflated". She stopped when she got a cramp in her hip and then she jumped. She stood in front of me rubbing her hip, but the look on her face belied any pain she was feeling there. I was spent, for sure. As I said, no prior experience came close to matching that.
She walked the cramp out quickly. I pulled my pants back up but didn't fasten them. I indicated for her to sit next to me. She started to but then went to her coat. She pulled a pair of the cotton Spanky Pants out and proceeded to step into them, pulling them up and over the wet nylon ones. I immediately thought of that Summer night, at my house, when I'd given her a pair of Spanky Pants to put on over her wet nylon ones so she could eat dinner with us. I was smiling. I expected her to lay across my lap, like she usually did, but she sat next to me, pulling her legs up on the love seat. She kind of nestled into my right side and lay her head on my shoulder. I had my arm around her and, at first, just under her breasts. Nothing was said. We just sat there.
To be continued...
I truly felt sorry for Elle. In spite of wearing a partial "package" (cotton panties, pad and the sanitary panty over them it wasn't enough. The only thing that saved her from total embarrassment was the wool slacks she was wearing. They were charcoal gray and between the color and the fact that wool has a natural oil built in, the wetness didn't show through. But she was VERY uncomfortable as the inside of them was wet and her socks and shoes were also wet. Even it it had been warm out it still would have made for an uncomfortable experience. Dayton steered us towards the Student Union and gave us directions to the downtown area and took off.
Once inside, Elle headed for the ladies room to see what she could do to clean up. There was a store in the SU that carried sundries and Elle asked if I could at least find a dry pair of socks for her. She was gone for quite a while. She had a look of despair on her face and I felt helpless to do anything for her. She'd taken a whole batch of paper towels into a stall with her and tried to get as much moisture out of the pants legs as she could. Her "supply" bag did have dry panties and extra pads but she didn't have another pair of sanitary panties. The problem with them was that the leg elastics were wet and a bit uncomfortable. She said her shoes felt the same as when it snowed and they got wet so they weren't all that bad. The dry socks helped, for sure.
We grabbed a snack while at the SU and then headed downtown. Because it was so cold out and Elle's clothes still felt damp, we spent most of our time looking around in stores. In one department store we saw a Kleinert's display. I offered to buy her a new, dry, pair of sanitary panties but she said she'd gotten used to the feel. I breathed a silent sigh of relief as my monetary resources were getting dangerously low. Our return bus was to leave near 5pm. As we made our way in that direction we still took time to look in windows. One of the stores was a jewelery store. Now, none of our conversations, even the fantasy ones, ever broached marriage. But, for some reason, there was an engagement ring right in the front corner of the window that caught my eye. The only engagement ring I'd ever taken notice of was that of my mother. It was a simple solitare diamond without embellishments. This ring was also in a plain setting except that the stone was rectangular. I liked it immediately. The store clerks were in the process of collecting the displayed jewelery from the window while we were there. When the man picked up the box with that ring in it, Elle touched my arm and pointed to it. I looked at her and heard her sort of whisper "It's different." I agreed and we continued on.
We, again, ate at the Sugar Bowl only this time we shared the dinner. The only reason I didn't ask Elle for some monetary help was that, with classes starting on Monday, she had to buy her text books. If she didn't have enough she wouldn't be able to get them. So, I basically starved that night. When we got back to the campus Elle wanted to change out of the soiled slacks. I waited for her in the dorm lounge and this time I saw no activity at all. I wondered if Elle might be the only one there. When she reappeared she had on a skirt I'd seen her wear many times before. I immediately wondered what she had on under it. I was almost tempted to put my hand up under the hem as she stood there in front of me... but didn't.
It was back to the SU lounge for us and the same room. We, dutifully, turned on a light and then settled into our usual position. I was very pleased that she was wearing just nylon panties. The only problem was that, once my finger got inside, she was, basically "dry". It only took a second or two for her to recognize it as well. She tugged my arm as if to remove it from between her legs. As I did she raised her left leg up a bit but then pushed my arm back down. I was a bit confused. I let my hand rest on her right upper thigh, not touching her privates or panties. Within seconds I felt something trickling around my hand. I quickly felt her panties and the crotch was wet. What a feeling! The slippery feel of nylon covering the soft flesh of her vulva, to me, was almost heaven.
When she finally broke away to use the toilet I couldn't believe that I hadn't come. I'd felt that I was almost there a number of times. I actually need a few minutes to calm down. When she returned, she "attacked" me. Not literally, but she came up in front of me and then proceeded to straddle me. She then undid my belt, pants button and zipper. She backed off my lap and started tugging at my pants. Once they were down to about my knees she "unleashed" my penis from my underpants and then slid back onto my lap. I could feel that her panties were wet because I felt wet. I guessed that she had left them on when she used the toilet. We went "up and down" a few times until she reached down and guided my penis under the panty elastic. With her other hand she stroked it up and down her labia. Again, I was holding my breath. All of a sudden I felt myself entering her. It was an incredible feeling. We stayed motionless for a few seconds and then she started raising and lowering herself on me. I exhaled and then took another deep breath. I could feel the "explosion" building within me. I'm sure I mumbled something about "coming" and I know I tried to lift her up and off me. I know I, emphatically, said "JUMP!", but she didn't. The feeling was incredible. Masturbation, and the few feeble attempts we'd made in the past, paled by example. She continued to "ride" even as my penis "deflated". She stopped when she got a cramp in her hip and then she jumped. She stood in front of me rubbing her hip, but the look on her face belied any pain she was feeling there. I was spent, for sure. As I said, no prior experience came close to matching that.
She walked the cramp out quickly. I pulled my pants back up but didn't fasten them. I indicated for her to sit next to me. She started to but then went to her coat. She pulled a pair of the cotton Spanky Pants out and proceeded to step into them, pulling them up and over the wet nylon ones. I immediately thought of that Summer night, at my house, when I'd given her a pair of Spanky Pants to put on over her wet nylon ones so she could eat dinner with us. I was smiling. I expected her to lay across my lap, like she usually did, but she sat next to me, pulling her legs up on the love seat. She kind of nestled into my right side and lay her head on my shoulder. I had my arm around her and, at first, just under her breasts. Nothing was said. We just sat there.
To be continued...
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
WINTER... Back to school (Part 20c)
After we took off our coats Elle sat in one of the single stuffed chairs. I sat on the love seat directly across from her. I really couldn't see her face all that well but I thought she had a sort of smile. We must've sat there for over five minutes without saying a word. She finally stood up and I could see her reach up under her skirt. The first words spoken were her making a statement along the lines of "I suppose you'd be happier if I took these off." The next thing I knew I had something land in my lap. It was the cotton panties, pad and sanitary panty. My only thought at that moment was that she was naked underneath her skirt. The thought brought an instant bulge. She proceeded to walk over to me and then lay down across my lap and into our familiar embrace. I have to admit I was afraid to put my hand up under the skirt. When I didn't she started wiggling her butt around but didn't say anything. When I finally summoned the nerve I was shocked to find that she still had on the nylon panties from earlier. I honestly don't remember if I was disappointed or not. In thinking back on it I believe that what I really wanted was to see her without clothes. I could find my way to "the promised land" with or without panties. I know that, as we lay there, I kept wondering if I was ever going to see her naked.
We got very "involved" and I think we were about to get VERY involved when there was a noise at the door. . THAT... got our intention. Elle sat up and we both stared at the door. I think I said something like "Yes?" but didn't get a response. I got up and looked out into the lounge but didn't see anybody. By then Elle was by my side. She said she had to use the bathroom but didn't want to go by herself. As we started across the room I saw a shadow over by the other small room. It turned out that it was the security guy making his rounds. He caught up with us by the stairs and told us that we needed to have a light on any time we were in those rooms. Elle made me stand in the doorway while she used the toilet. It was the first time I'd ever been inside a ladies room. I remember thinking that I'd like to have a good hiding place in there sometime in the future.
The interruption broke the "spell" and when we returned to the room Elle didn't want to continue. By then it was around 10 o'clock or so. We ended up talking about what we were going to do the next day. When we returned to her dorm there was a girl at the desk. Elle asked her just how many there were in the dorm but she didn't know. She laughed and said she was taking off first thing in the morning though. We just hung around in the dorm lounge for a while. When one of the other girls from her floor showed up she decided to go downstairs with her. I told her I'd be there at 8am so we could catch the early bus. A quick kiss ended the night for us.
It was a long, cold walk to Donny's house. I actually jogged a ways just to get warm. I ended up in one of the comfortable chairs in the living room. It wasn't that bad as everything was soft. Morning arrived with Donny's father making coffee before going to work. I've never been a coffee lover but when offered some, to be polite, I accepted. He asked what my plans were for the day and after telling him he offered to drive me to the campus. It was way early but the thought of walking in sub freezing weather didn't really appeal to me. I ended up waiting for Elle in the dorm lounge. One thing I noticed was that almost all the girls I saw had suitcases or bags. It truly was an exodus.
I guess the long walk the night before made me hungry. When Elle and I were on the way to the bus depot I suggested that we have a bite at the lunch counter that had opened just as we got there. I hadn't figured on spending that money but the hunger pangs were just too great. Elle had brought a small canvas bag that my mother had given her. I asked her what was in it and she answered "supplies" and sort of looked away. I got it. She was wearing wool slacks as it was, as I mentioned, cold out. Even though I knew I'd not have any opportunity to go "exploring" I was sort of disappointed that she wasn't wearing a skirt. I'd made this trip a few times, going both ways, in the Fall but it was Elle's first time. I can assure you that it was far prettier in the Fall than it was now. Just snow covered fields was basically all we saw. I had two friends that attended boarding school with me that were at the University in the city. Their school schedule wasn't the same as Elle's and mine and I wanted to at least touch base with one or both of them. A phone call right after we arrived proved fruitful and I got directions to the campus. What was interesting to me was that this school was my college's biggest rival and I was going to get a quick tour. If something like this were tried during the football season and I got caught I would've been "scalped" and this school's initial would've been shaved into my hair. (This was long before there were active laws on the books to prevent this from happening... it was looked at as a prank at that time.) Elle knew all about the rivalry and thought it was exciting that we were going to do it.
Elle had used the toilet at the bus station and then, with both of us caught up in the "tour", time got away from us. If it had just been Elle and I there wouldn't have been the element of embarrassment that occurred. When she realized that she was "leaking" we were at the football field. I'd wanted to see it as it was the site of the "BIG" game for the rivalry. Some guys from my college had managed, somehow, to get on the field before the game and had burned our school's initial into it and I wanted to see it for myself. It, and all the surrounding facilities, was closed. Elle tugged at my sleeve as Dayton went on about his school's total domination of mine in that game. I knew immediately what her problem was. I gave her a "helpless" look and then suggested that we all head back as there were things that Elle and I wanted to do that afternoon.
To be continued...
After we took off our coats Elle sat in one of the single stuffed chairs. I sat on the love seat directly across from her. I really couldn't see her face all that well but I thought she had a sort of smile. We must've sat there for over five minutes without saying a word. She finally stood up and I could see her reach up under her skirt. The first words spoken were her making a statement along the lines of "I suppose you'd be happier if I took these off." The next thing I knew I had something land in my lap. It was the cotton panties, pad and sanitary panty. My only thought at that moment was that she was naked underneath her skirt. The thought brought an instant bulge. She proceeded to walk over to me and then lay down across my lap and into our familiar embrace. I have to admit I was afraid to put my hand up under the skirt. When I didn't she started wiggling her butt around but didn't say anything. When I finally summoned the nerve I was shocked to find that she still had on the nylon panties from earlier. I honestly don't remember if I was disappointed or not. In thinking back on it I believe that what I really wanted was to see her without clothes. I could find my way to "the promised land" with or without panties. I know that, as we lay there, I kept wondering if I was ever going to see her naked.
We got very "involved" and I think we were about to get VERY involved when there was a noise at the door. . THAT... got our intention. Elle sat up and we both stared at the door. I think I said something like "Yes?" but didn't get a response. I got up and looked out into the lounge but didn't see anybody. By then Elle was by my side. She said she had to use the bathroom but didn't want to go by herself. As we started across the room I saw a shadow over by the other small room. It turned out that it was the security guy making his rounds. He caught up with us by the stairs and told us that we needed to have a light on any time we were in those rooms. Elle made me stand in the doorway while she used the toilet. It was the first time I'd ever been inside a ladies room. I remember thinking that I'd like to have a good hiding place in there sometime in the future.
The interruption broke the "spell" and when we returned to the room Elle didn't want to continue. By then it was around 10 o'clock or so. We ended up talking about what we were going to do the next day. When we returned to her dorm there was a girl at the desk. Elle asked her just how many there were in the dorm but she didn't know. She laughed and said she was taking off first thing in the morning though. We just hung around in the dorm lounge for a while. When one of the other girls from her floor showed up she decided to go downstairs with her. I told her I'd be there at 8am so we could catch the early bus. A quick kiss ended the night for us.
It was a long, cold walk to Donny's house. I actually jogged a ways just to get warm. I ended up in one of the comfortable chairs in the living room. It wasn't that bad as everything was soft. Morning arrived with Donny's father making coffee before going to work. I've never been a coffee lover but when offered some, to be polite, I accepted. He asked what my plans were for the day and after telling him he offered to drive me to the campus. It was way early but the thought of walking in sub freezing weather didn't really appeal to me. I ended up waiting for Elle in the dorm lounge. One thing I noticed was that almost all the girls I saw had suitcases or bags. It truly was an exodus.
I guess the long walk the night before made me hungry. When Elle and I were on the way to the bus depot I suggested that we have a bite at the lunch counter that had opened just as we got there. I hadn't figured on spending that money but the hunger pangs were just too great. Elle had brought a small canvas bag that my mother had given her. I asked her what was in it and she answered "supplies" and sort of looked away. I got it. She was wearing wool slacks as it was, as I mentioned, cold out. Even though I knew I'd not have any opportunity to go "exploring" I was sort of disappointed that she wasn't wearing a skirt. I'd made this trip a few times, going both ways, in the Fall but it was Elle's first time. I can assure you that it was far prettier in the Fall than it was now. Just snow covered fields was basically all we saw. I had two friends that attended boarding school with me that were at the University in the city. Their school schedule wasn't the same as Elle's and mine and I wanted to at least touch base with one or both of them. A phone call right after we arrived proved fruitful and I got directions to the campus. What was interesting to me was that this school was my college's biggest rival and I was going to get a quick tour. If something like this were tried during the football season and I got caught I would've been "scalped" and this school's initial would've been shaved into my hair. (This was long before there were active laws on the books to prevent this from happening... it was looked at as a prank at that time.) Elle knew all about the rivalry and thought it was exciting that we were going to do it.
Elle had used the toilet at the bus station and then, with both of us caught up in the "tour", time got away from us. If it had just been Elle and I there wouldn't have been the element of embarrassment that occurred. When she realized that she was "leaking" we were at the football field. I'd wanted to see it as it was the site of the "BIG" game for the rivalry. Some guys from my college had managed, somehow, to get on the field before the game and had burned our school's initial into it and I wanted to see it for myself. It, and all the surrounding facilities, was closed. Elle tugged at my sleeve as Dayton went on about his school's total domination of mine in that game. I knew immediately what her problem was. I gave her a "helpless" look and then suggested that we all head back as there were things that Elle and I wanted to do that afternoon.
To be continued...
Monday, March 12, 2007
WINTER... Back to school (Part 20b)
It was a long two and one half weeks until final exams started. Then, it even got worse as a whole week was set aside just for them. As freshmen, we pretty much knew we were the low men on the totem pole and it seemed to manifest itself in the exam schedule. I had two on the first day, Monday, two on Wednesday and the last one Friday morning. Although it wasn't the same for all freshmen, there was still a lot of free time for most. Boredom ofttimes is the breeding grounds for mischief. For all the dorms there was one cardinal rule... DON'T TOUCH THE FIRE HOSES! On Wednesday night one thing led to another with escalating practical jokes being played from room to room and floor to floor. I have no idea who or what precipitated it but retaliation came in the form of the fire hoses being used. When all was said and done we had about three inches of water in our room. I do remember standing at the foot of the stairs and seeing water cascading down from above.
My friend, Donny, who lived in the same town as Elle's college, invited me to sleep at his house during the semester break, such as it was. For most of the freshmen it was only the weekend. Some of the upperclassmen had finished up on Wednesday. Needless to say, we were jealous. In Elle's case she finished up on Thursday so I wanted to get there as soon as possible. Donny's brother, who drove over to pick us up, dropped me off right at Elle's dorm. It was fairly quiet as I walked in. The sign-in desk was empty and I saw suitcases lined up in the hall. It was fairly obvious that, like my college, an exodus was in motion. Elle showed up with a whole sandwich just for me. As usual, it took a few minutes for us to get comfortable with each other. She told me that most everybody had left or was leaving and that she was one of the few who was staying. She also told me that, with lunch, the cafeteria was closing until Monday morning. When I digested that bit of unexpected information I did a quick calculation and was very glad that I still had that extra money my father had given me. Fortunately, the weather was clear which would make getting around easier. The walk up and down the hill, to and from town, was difficult enough even with out snow. Neither of us had a "plan" as to what to do so we went over to the Student Union lounge. There was, literally, no one there. We chose one of the small rooms to the side of the fireplace and shut the door behind us. We'd only been lucky enough to get one of these rooms a couple of times during the Fall.
As much as I would've liked to have "jumped right in" to where we'd been on New Year's eve, I was patient. We talked about exams and how she thought she'd done. I knew her well enough to know that she'd say she did poorly when, actually, she did well. I'd come up with an idea of taking the bus to the nearest city and to spend the next day "exploring". When I presented it to Elle she thought it was great idea. By the time we got through discussing it she got up to use the bathroom. Other than a "hello" kiss we hadn't done anything. I was ready! In anticipation of what I hoped would happen upon her return I'd almost asked her not to wipe... but didn't. There was still that hesitation on my part about just how she viewed my interest in her "problem". But, when she returned she immediately lay across my lap. We did some serious kissing before I went "exploring". When I did my unspoken request had actually been fulfilled. Not only that but she was wearing nylon panties. I'm thinking that we didn't carry on too far in this vein because it was light out. But it was enough that I ended up with a wet spot on the front of my pants about the size of a golf ball. As it turned out it didn't matter as there really wasn't anybody to see it.
We decided to eat at the Sugar Bowl, downtown, and then take a look at what was playing at the movies. Before we left Elle went back to her room. She didn't have to tell me why. I would've preferred that she didn't change into the cotton panties, pad and sanitary brief but I figured there was plenty of time to express my preferences later on in the weekend. When she returned I asked if any of her roommates were still there. She said no, that Toby and Carol had gone home and that Nancy had been invited to someone's house. She went on to say that she was only one of three girls on her whole floor. It really seemed strange, having everything be so quiet.
The Sugar Bowl was crowded even though most of the college population had left. While eating, I did a calculation as to just how much it was going to cost to feed the two of us until Sunday night. With bus fares included it was going to be close. That thought put a bit of a damper on the evening, at least for me. It certainly took going to the movies out of the equation. Not wanting to be tempted by seeing what was playing, we returned to the SU and the lounge. Only a few lights were on and it was almost eerie. No one was in sight. I remember asking Elle if we were allowed in there thinking that the campus might be closed. She said that other than the cafeteria everything was open as it wasn't an official "holiday". I also remember asking why there wasn't anyone on duty at the dorm. She didn't know the answer to that. We, again, retreated to one of the little rooms. We never turned on a light as the lights from outside were more than enough. I knew what I wanted to do but managed to have patience enough to led Elle take the lead.
To be continued...
It was a long two and one half weeks until final exams started. Then, it even got worse as a whole week was set aside just for them. As freshmen, we pretty much knew we were the low men on the totem pole and it seemed to manifest itself in the exam schedule. I had two on the first day, Monday, two on Wednesday and the last one Friday morning. Although it wasn't the same for all freshmen, there was still a lot of free time for most. Boredom ofttimes is the breeding grounds for mischief. For all the dorms there was one cardinal rule... DON'T TOUCH THE FIRE HOSES! On Wednesday night one thing led to another with escalating practical jokes being played from room to room and floor to floor. I have no idea who or what precipitated it but retaliation came in the form of the fire hoses being used. When all was said and done we had about three inches of water in our room. I do remember standing at the foot of the stairs and seeing water cascading down from above.
My friend, Donny, who lived in the same town as Elle's college, invited me to sleep at his house during the semester break, such as it was. For most of the freshmen it was only the weekend. Some of the upperclassmen had finished up on Wednesday. Needless to say, we were jealous. In Elle's case she finished up on Thursday so I wanted to get there as soon as possible. Donny's brother, who drove over to pick us up, dropped me off right at Elle's dorm. It was fairly quiet as I walked in. The sign-in desk was empty and I saw suitcases lined up in the hall. It was fairly obvious that, like my college, an exodus was in motion. Elle showed up with a whole sandwich just for me. As usual, it took a few minutes for us to get comfortable with each other. She told me that most everybody had left or was leaving and that she was one of the few who was staying. She also told me that, with lunch, the cafeteria was closing until Monday morning. When I digested that bit of unexpected information I did a quick calculation and was very glad that I still had that extra money my father had given me. Fortunately, the weather was clear which would make getting around easier. The walk up and down the hill, to and from town, was difficult enough even with out snow. Neither of us had a "plan" as to what to do so we went over to the Student Union lounge. There was, literally, no one there. We chose one of the small rooms to the side of the fireplace and shut the door behind us. We'd only been lucky enough to get one of these rooms a couple of times during the Fall.
As much as I would've liked to have "jumped right in" to where we'd been on New Year's eve, I was patient. We talked about exams and how she thought she'd done. I knew her well enough to know that she'd say she did poorly when, actually, she did well. I'd come up with an idea of taking the bus to the nearest city and to spend the next day "exploring". When I presented it to Elle she thought it was great idea. By the time we got through discussing it she got up to use the bathroom. Other than a "hello" kiss we hadn't done anything. I was ready! In anticipation of what I hoped would happen upon her return I'd almost asked her not to wipe... but didn't. There was still that hesitation on my part about just how she viewed my interest in her "problem". But, when she returned she immediately lay across my lap. We did some serious kissing before I went "exploring". When I did my unspoken request had actually been fulfilled. Not only that but she was wearing nylon panties. I'm thinking that we didn't carry on too far in this vein because it was light out. But it was enough that I ended up with a wet spot on the front of my pants about the size of a golf ball. As it turned out it didn't matter as there really wasn't anybody to see it.
We decided to eat at the Sugar Bowl, downtown, and then take a look at what was playing at the movies. Before we left Elle went back to her room. She didn't have to tell me why. I would've preferred that she didn't change into the cotton panties, pad and sanitary brief but I figured there was plenty of time to express my preferences later on in the weekend. When she returned I asked if any of her roommates were still there. She said no, that Toby and Carol had gone home and that Nancy had been invited to someone's house. She went on to say that she was only one of three girls on her whole floor. It really seemed strange, having everything be so quiet.
The Sugar Bowl was crowded even though most of the college population had left. While eating, I did a calculation as to just how much it was going to cost to feed the two of us until Sunday night. With bus fares included it was going to be close. That thought put a bit of a damper on the evening, at least for me. It certainly took going to the movies out of the equation. Not wanting to be tempted by seeing what was playing, we returned to the SU and the lounge. Only a few lights were on and it was almost eerie. No one was in sight. I remember asking Elle if we were allowed in there thinking that the campus might be closed. She said that other than the cafeteria everything was open as it wasn't an official "holiday". I also remember asking why there wasn't anyone on duty at the dorm. She didn't know the answer to that. We, again, retreated to one of the little rooms. We never turned on a light as the lights from outside were more than enough. I knew what I wanted to do but managed to have patience enough to led Elle take the lead.
To be continued...
Saturday, March 10, 2007
WINTER... Back to school (Part 20a)
It was snowing when I got up on New Year's day. I didn't think much about it until my father got up. One of his hobbies was the weather. After checking some of his equipment he got out his high power, battery operated portable radio. It was only used to tune into a station that focused on the weather. (Remember, this was 1956 and there was no weather channel.) I didn't pay much attention as I was focused on eating and waiting to see Elle's bedroom shade go up. When it did, I was headed for her house. But, before that happened, my father called me into the dining room where he was listening to the radio. He indicated that I should listen to it as well.
Living on the water, like we did, there are two storm related terms that strike up a modicum of fear... hurricane and N'oreaster. I definitely heard the word N'oreaster being used. A N'oreaster is pretty much a hurricane that happens in the Winter or Spring of the year. The sum and substance of what I was hearing was that a N'oreaster was being predicted for our area to arrive the next day and it included heavy snow. The snow we were getting was only a precursor to it. Classes were scheduled to resume for both Elle and I on Wednesday and, as freshmen, we were required to be there. We both had car rides arranged and were planning on leaving Tuesday. But, the threat of heavy snow concerned my father. He didn't really want me to chance waiting until Tuesday and then find out that I was snowed in.
Unknown to me at the time, pretty much the same scene was unfolding at Elle's house. Her father was a fisherman and had spent his whole life on and about the water. He didn't have the sophisticated equipment that my father had but he had a "sense" about the weather. He, too, was concerned. In Elle's case the original plan had been for her to take the early train in to Nancy's house on Tuesday morning. They would then leave from there to go back to school, via car, with the guy who'd driven them home. After seeing her bedroom shade up, I headed for her house. She was on the phone talking to Nancy when I walked in. I heard her say that she would be on the afternoon train. That upset me. It was close to noon and the train was at 3 pm. That didn't leave much time for us to be together at all. What had been worked out was that Elle would spend the night at Nancy's and they would then take the early train back to college. That way they would be pretty much assured that the impending storm wouldn't interfere with their return.
We spent the hour or so that we did have discussing our plans once back at school. There was just a little over two weeks of classes before final exams started. With Elle already nervous about the upcoming exams, we decided that I'd wait to visit her until they were over. It was mostly her idea but I didn't fight it. I never really got to get physically close to her and even our "good bye" was tepid, what with her parents standing by. All I could think of was what a change in just 12 or so hours.
When I got back home my father had just gotten off the phone from talking to the railroad. Even though it would be a long, cumbersome trip, it was possible for me to take the train to the nearest city to my college. From there, hopefully, I'd take a bus. My brother also had to get back to his boarding school and the plan was for the two of us to go to my grandparents house and spend the night. It was mandated that we see them before we left. Also, if the snow picked up over the night we'd still be close enough to walk to the train station from their house. We'd then take the early train to the city and go on from there. I didn't have much input but there was one good thing to come from it. Since there was no way to get the bus schedule and to be sure when I'd be able to get back to school, my father gave me extra money in case I had to get a hotel and also for food.
As it turned out the storm was a "doozy". Elle's and my parent's were snowed in for three days. We (Elle, my brother and I) made it back in time. I got lucky and there was one late bus. That left me with some unexpected cash that I knew I'd be able to put to good use. Since I'd had a LOT of time waiting for trains (and the bus) I had a good time reliving my time with Elle. It did make me somewhat wistful though, as I calculated that it'd be over three weeks until I saw her again.
To be continued...
It was snowing when I got up on New Year's day. I didn't think much about it until my father got up. One of his hobbies was the weather. After checking some of his equipment he got out his high power, battery operated portable radio. It was only used to tune into a station that focused on the weather. (Remember, this was 1956 and there was no weather channel.) I didn't pay much attention as I was focused on eating and waiting to see Elle's bedroom shade go up. When it did, I was headed for her house. But, before that happened, my father called me into the dining room where he was listening to the radio. He indicated that I should listen to it as well.
Living on the water, like we did, there are two storm related terms that strike up a modicum of fear... hurricane and N'oreaster. I definitely heard the word N'oreaster being used. A N'oreaster is pretty much a hurricane that happens in the Winter or Spring of the year. The sum and substance of what I was hearing was that a N'oreaster was being predicted for our area to arrive the next day and it included heavy snow. The snow we were getting was only a precursor to it. Classes were scheduled to resume for both Elle and I on Wednesday and, as freshmen, we were required to be there. We both had car rides arranged and were planning on leaving Tuesday. But, the threat of heavy snow concerned my father. He didn't really want me to chance waiting until Tuesday and then find out that I was snowed in.
Unknown to me at the time, pretty much the same scene was unfolding at Elle's house. Her father was a fisherman and had spent his whole life on and about the water. He didn't have the sophisticated equipment that my father had but he had a "sense" about the weather. He, too, was concerned. In Elle's case the original plan had been for her to take the early train in to Nancy's house on Tuesday morning. They would then leave from there to go back to school, via car, with the guy who'd driven them home. After seeing her bedroom shade up, I headed for her house. She was on the phone talking to Nancy when I walked in. I heard her say that she would be on the afternoon train. That upset me. It was close to noon and the train was at 3 pm. That didn't leave much time for us to be together at all. What had been worked out was that Elle would spend the night at Nancy's and they would then take the early train back to college. That way they would be pretty much assured that the impending storm wouldn't interfere with their return.
We spent the hour or so that we did have discussing our plans once back at school. There was just a little over two weeks of classes before final exams started. With Elle already nervous about the upcoming exams, we decided that I'd wait to visit her until they were over. It was mostly her idea but I didn't fight it. I never really got to get physically close to her and even our "good bye" was tepid, what with her parents standing by. All I could think of was what a change in just 12 or so hours.
When I got back home my father had just gotten off the phone from talking to the railroad. Even though it would be a long, cumbersome trip, it was possible for me to take the train to the nearest city to my college. From there, hopefully, I'd take a bus. My brother also had to get back to his boarding school and the plan was for the two of us to go to my grandparents house and spend the night. It was mandated that we see them before we left. Also, if the snow picked up over the night we'd still be close enough to walk to the train station from their house. We'd then take the early train to the city and go on from there. I didn't have much input but there was one good thing to come from it. Since there was no way to get the bus schedule and to be sure when I'd be able to get back to school, my father gave me extra money in case I had to get a hotel and also for food.
As it turned out the storm was a "doozy". Elle's and my parent's were snowed in for three days. We (Elle, my brother and I) made it back in time. I got lucky and there was one late bus. That left me with some unexpected cash that I knew I'd be able to put to good use. Since I'd had a LOT of time waiting for trains (and the bus) I had a good time reliving my time with Elle. It did make me somewhat wistful though, as I calculated that it'd be over three weeks until I saw her again.
To be continued...
Sunday, March 04, 2007
WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19i)
I finally rolled her onto her back and did a "twofer" where I massaged one of her breasts with one hand while "exploring" her nether regions with the other. It didn't take long for it all to take hold. She indicated that she was ready for me to be on top and I certainly was. At first we did a lot of kissing... lips, neck and even the exposed part of her breasts. But it was Elle who took hold of my penis and managed to get it positioned inside her panties. Like the night at my house I held my breath, praying that I could hold on. When she raised her hips up towards me I knew it was time. I entered her with a lot less "work" than either previous time which gave me a lot more confidence.
(Another aside: Even though I'd heard of "rubbers" I'd never even tried to purchase any. Neither of us knew enough about human reproduction to know that even if I didn't "come" inside of her that she could get pregnant. We both thought that if I were to pull out before actually ejaculating that we were "safe.")
It wasn't too long before I knew I was going to "explode". I'd managed to stop twice without coming but when I recognized that there was nothing I could do prevent the third one, I pulled out. Right after I did, and as I felt the "pulsing"of my penis, I heard Elle sigh and then felt her hug me tightly and raise her hips up off the bed. I didn't know what to do so I just kept on kissing her. She sighed a few more times and then relaxed her hold on me. I stayed on top until she sort of rolled me off. We lay there, face to face, for about five minutes when she sat up and pulled the covers up over us. Then I fell asleep. I don't know or remember if she did or not but I woke up when she climbed out of the bed. It took me a few seconds to get my thoughts together and when I did I followed her into the bathroom. She was in front of the toilet when she saw me. She'd started to pull her panties down but, seeing me, just sat on the toilet. I continued on up to her and as I got there I could hear the gentle sound of her pee in the toilet. My bulge was back! She stayed sitting on the toilet so I kneeled down in front of her, putting my hands on her knees. I didn't expect what happened next as she took one hand and, spreading her legs, gently put it between them. Although I would've preferred that she was wearing nylon panties it was a memorable moment, feeling the warm wetness of the cotton panties. My guess is that we stayed there for about 5 or 6 minutes. When she got up she asked me to leave as she wanted to get washed up. When I was at the doorway she asked me to get her a dry pair of panties. I liked the idea of that!
Even though I pretty much knew what Elle's panties looked like, having ogled them on her washline many times, the thought of being given permission to go into her lingerie drawer was exciting. I assumed that it would be the top drawer of her dresser and I wasn't disappointed. There they were, stacked neatly before me, along with her bras and slips. But my focus was on the panties. There were two piles of the cotton Carter's Spanky Pants right in the front. Behind them was a small pile of nylon panties. With the dim light I couldn't really see them all that well. I took a pair of the nylon and a pair of the cotton over to the lamp and peeked inside the nylon ones looking for a label. There wasn't any and I could see that they were well worn with an obvious discoloration in the crotch. I was disappointed, hoping that they were one of her newest. When I knocked on the bathroom door Elle put her hand out and I put the panties into it. It only took a few seconds for her to call out asking why the two pair. I wasn't going to answer at first but did with one word... "Please?"
I went back into her room and picked up the towel. I was concerned that her bed might possibly be wet but was glad to find that it was only damp and that was in just one place. I was folding the towel when Elle walked in. Seeing that she did, indeed, have both pair on brought a smile to my face. I turned and gave her a big hug with my hands headed right for her butt cheeks. I have to say that the feeling was a very pleasant surprise. It's hard to describe but it was different than feeling just the nylon panties against her skin. We didn't stay that way for long as it was getting close to midnight. We'd said we wanted to see the "Ball" drop at midnight on Times Square on TV. At that moment I could've cared less about it!
While we were locked together and looking over her shoulder, I spied the two Kleinert's boxes on her desk. I really don't know why I was fixated on the plastic "bloomers" that I'd bought for her but I was. As she started to dress I summoned up the nerve to ask if she'd try them on. It'd be hard to describe the look on her face. On top of my request for her to wear both the cotton and nylon panties I'm sure she was questioning my sanity. I think I said something like "What harm would it do?" I do remember being "defensive". In any case, Elle went over to the desk and opened the box. I have to admit that they looked huge as she held them up in front of her. I think she gave me a "look" as she bent over to step into them. Once they were up she stepped in front of her dresser mirror to see what they looked like on. They were big, for sure, with the waist band covering those of her panties. But they weren't really "bloomers" as the leg bands were right at the leg bands of her panties. When she turned back towards me she was shaking her head and told me that there was no way she was going to wear them downstairs. I really didn't have that in mind. I think I just wanted to see if there was a chance that she could use them at night. When she stepped back out of them I gave her a kiss and thanked her. I got another of those "looks" back from her.
The "Ball" drop was anti-climatic. Elle nestled along side me with her head on my shoulder. I had to "work" to get my right hand down to her butt. She wasn't being co-operative at all. But it wasn't in a negative way. It was mostly because she was tired. I resisted pleading and eventually she let me pull the hem of her skirt up so I could feel her panties. Again, the feel of the nylon over the cotton felt really nice. As the "Ball" was dropping I was thinking about how it would feel if she were to wet them.
We debated about staying up and waiting for her parents but she decided she was too tired. I, reluctantly, agreed. I did get one final butt cheek squeeze as we kissed good night. As I walked home I was almost walking on air. There were so many good memories from those few hours that it didn't matter which one I thought about.
To be continued...
I finally rolled her onto her back and did a "twofer" where I massaged one of her breasts with one hand while "exploring" her nether regions with the other. It didn't take long for it all to take hold. She indicated that she was ready for me to be on top and I certainly was. At first we did a lot of kissing... lips, neck and even the exposed part of her breasts. But it was Elle who took hold of my penis and managed to get it positioned inside her panties. Like the night at my house I held my breath, praying that I could hold on. When she raised her hips up towards me I knew it was time. I entered her with a lot less "work" than either previous time which gave me a lot more confidence.
(Another aside: Even though I'd heard of "rubbers" I'd never even tried to purchase any. Neither of us knew enough about human reproduction to know that even if I didn't "come" inside of her that she could get pregnant. We both thought that if I were to pull out before actually ejaculating that we were "safe.")
It wasn't too long before I knew I was going to "explode". I'd managed to stop twice without coming but when I recognized that there was nothing I could do prevent the third one, I pulled out. Right after I did, and as I felt the "pulsing"of my penis, I heard Elle sigh and then felt her hug me tightly and raise her hips up off the bed. I didn't know what to do so I just kept on kissing her. She sighed a few more times and then relaxed her hold on me. I stayed on top until she sort of rolled me off. We lay there, face to face, for about five minutes when she sat up and pulled the covers up over us. Then I fell asleep. I don't know or remember if she did or not but I woke up when she climbed out of the bed. It took me a few seconds to get my thoughts together and when I did I followed her into the bathroom. She was in front of the toilet when she saw me. She'd started to pull her panties down but, seeing me, just sat on the toilet. I continued on up to her and as I got there I could hear the gentle sound of her pee in the toilet. My bulge was back! She stayed sitting on the toilet so I kneeled down in front of her, putting my hands on her knees. I didn't expect what happened next as she took one hand and, spreading her legs, gently put it between them. Although I would've preferred that she was wearing nylon panties it was a memorable moment, feeling the warm wetness of the cotton panties. My guess is that we stayed there for about 5 or 6 minutes. When she got up she asked me to leave as she wanted to get washed up. When I was at the doorway she asked me to get her a dry pair of panties. I liked the idea of that!
Even though I pretty much knew what Elle's panties looked like, having ogled them on her washline many times, the thought of being given permission to go into her lingerie drawer was exciting. I assumed that it would be the top drawer of her dresser and I wasn't disappointed. There they were, stacked neatly before me, along with her bras and slips. But my focus was on the panties. There were two piles of the cotton Carter's Spanky Pants right in the front. Behind them was a small pile of nylon panties. With the dim light I couldn't really see them all that well. I took a pair of the nylon and a pair of the cotton over to the lamp and peeked inside the nylon ones looking for a label. There wasn't any and I could see that they were well worn with an obvious discoloration in the crotch. I was disappointed, hoping that they were one of her newest. When I knocked on the bathroom door Elle put her hand out and I put the panties into it. It only took a few seconds for her to call out asking why the two pair. I wasn't going to answer at first but did with one word... "Please?"
I went back into her room and picked up the towel. I was concerned that her bed might possibly be wet but was glad to find that it was only damp and that was in just one place. I was folding the towel when Elle walked in. Seeing that she did, indeed, have both pair on brought a smile to my face. I turned and gave her a big hug with my hands headed right for her butt cheeks. I have to say that the feeling was a very pleasant surprise. It's hard to describe but it was different than feeling just the nylon panties against her skin. We didn't stay that way for long as it was getting close to midnight. We'd said we wanted to see the "Ball" drop at midnight on Times Square on TV. At that moment I could've cared less about it!
While we were locked together and looking over her shoulder, I spied the two Kleinert's boxes on her desk. I really don't know why I was fixated on the plastic "bloomers" that I'd bought for her but I was. As she started to dress I summoned up the nerve to ask if she'd try them on. It'd be hard to describe the look on her face. On top of my request for her to wear both the cotton and nylon panties I'm sure she was questioning my sanity. I think I said something like "What harm would it do?" I do remember being "defensive". In any case, Elle went over to the desk and opened the box. I have to admit that they looked huge as she held them up in front of her. I think she gave me a "look" as she bent over to step into them. Once they were up she stepped in front of her dresser mirror to see what they looked like on. They were big, for sure, with the waist band covering those of her panties. But they weren't really "bloomers" as the leg bands were right at the leg bands of her panties. When she turned back towards me she was shaking her head and told me that there was no way she was going to wear them downstairs. I really didn't have that in mind. I think I just wanted to see if there was a chance that she could use them at night. When she stepped back out of them I gave her a kiss and thanked her. I got another of those "looks" back from her.
The "Ball" drop was anti-climatic. Elle nestled along side me with her head on my shoulder. I had to "work" to get my right hand down to her butt. She wasn't being co-operative at all. But it wasn't in a negative way. It was mostly because she was tired. I resisted pleading and eventually she let me pull the hem of her skirt up so I could feel her panties. Again, the feel of the nylon over the cotton felt really nice. As the "Ball" was dropping I was thinking about how it would feel if she were to wet them.
We debated about staying up and waiting for her parents but she decided she was too tired. I, reluctantly, agreed. I did get one final butt cheek squeeze as we kissed good night. As I walked home I was almost walking on air. There were so many good memories from those few hours that it didn't matter which one I thought about.
To be continued...
Thursday, March 01, 2007
WINTER... At home for Christmas (Part 19h)
My bulge was long gone but as I trailed her up the stairs it started to return. Once in her room she turned on the small lamp by her bed. The shade made everything look sort of orange. I stood in front of her as she proceeded to undo and drop her skirt onto the floor. My bulge was returning rapidly but I wouldn't let my mind even dare to think where this was leading. When she took off her blouse her bra looked like it actually was orange. Next came the slip and my first profile (and 3D) look of the "sanitary panty". It was interesting, to say the least. I hadn't moved since she'd let my hand go. I didn't know weather to go to her or to wait. I'd pretty much figured out that her "discovery" of my interest in her wetting wasn't a problem but I didn't want to do something to upset her either. It was awrkward. Finally she started taking off the "sanitary panties". At this point I was wishing that there was more light. As she stepped out of them she moved towards me. I remember taking a big, deep breath. As we embraced I nestled my bulge into the triangle that defined her upper thighs and groin. It was warm... and, emboldened by that, I put my hands on her butt cheeks. I felt the cotton panties and fully expected to find them wet. But, at best, they were just a little damp, at least where my hands were located. Slowly, I pulled one hand around and squeezed it between her legs and just ran a finger up and down her crotch as far as I could go in each direction. I managed to get the finger under the leg opening and almost as soon as I touched her wet flesh she pulled her butt away. It wasn't something new to me but she usually didn't do it until I'd gotten her "worked up". In this case I'd barely touched her. But she didn't just pull her butt away from me. She actually broke free from my embrace and immediately put one of her hands between her legs and started towards the door. I hesitated for a second or two before following her. The stairwell light was still on which gave some light into the bathroom which was located right outside her bedroom door. I hadn't even made it to the bathroom door when I saw her sitting on the edge of the tub with her butt hanging over and inside the tub. I stopped and stared. She looked up at me with a sheepish smile and volunteered that she'd started to pee and she didn't want to pee on the bathroom rug. (The toilet was at the far end of the room.) I didn't say a word. Then she asked me to take one of the hand towels and to mop up the drips on the floor of her room and the hall. I hadn't noticed when I followed her but once I got on my hands and knees it was obvious. When I finished and came back into the bathroom she took the towel from me and, after putting it between her legs, stood up. I went to her, wrapping my arms around her and, again, nestled my bulge into the "magic triangle". This time when I finally ran my hands down to her butt it was truly wet. Even though her panties were cotton it sure felt good!
I still wasn't about to take the lead in this situation. I was uncomfortable in the sense that there was always the possibility that Elle's parents could/would come home early. It wasn't like it was that night at my house where there was no chance of being "caught in the act". So I waited for Elle to make a move. When she did it was to grab a bath towel off the rack and then she led me back to her room. After pulling the covers back on her bed she doubled the towel over and lay it right in the middle. Then she sort of pushed me backwards towards it. By then I had the picture so I got on and lay on my back. She followed and climbed on top of me. My penis was being crushed so I got her to lift off of my groin area and I pulled it free from my underpants. I remember getting an additional thrill out of feeling the wetness of her panties on the back of my hand. Once I had it positioned she dropped back down. I would've loved to have been able to "ride" or thrust it up and down between her legs as the warmth and wetness enveloped it but the coarsness of the cotton made it uncomfortable to do so. I ended up rolling her onto her side, still "plugged in", if you will. At least in this position I could have access to one of her breasts even though it was still encased by her bra.
(As an aside: In spite of the fact that we had made love (sort of) twice I still had not seen Elle naked. I'd made a few half hearted attempts to discuss the matter with her but she just shut down on me. The psyche is a strange and mystical thing and I was clueless as to how to overcome her absolute reluctance to be seen naked. I'd even tried to ask her about how she managed with her roommates at college but all she'd do was shake her head in a negative way.)
To be continued...
My bulge was long gone but as I trailed her up the stairs it started to return. Once in her room she turned on the small lamp by her bed. The shade made everything look sort of orange. I stood in front of her as she proceeded to undo and drop her skirt onto the floor. My bulge was returning rapidly but I wouldn't let my mind even dare to think where this was leading. When she took off her blouse her bra looked like it actually was orange. Next came the slip and my first profile (and 3D) look of the "sanitary panty". It was interesting, to say the least. I hadn't moved since she'd let my hand go. I didn't know weather to go to her or to wait. I'd pretty much figured out that her "discovery" of my interest in her wetting wasn't a problem but I didn't want to do something to upset her either. It was awrkward. Finally she started taking off the "sanitary panties". At this point I was wishing that there was more light. As she stepped out of them she moved towards me. I remember taking a big, deep breath. As we embraced I nestled my bulge into the triangle that defined her upper thighs and groin. It was warm... and, emboldened by that, I put my hands on her butt cheeks. I felt the cotton panties and fully expected to find them wet. But, at best, they were just a little damp, at least where my hands were located. Slowly, I pulled one hand around and squeezed it between her legs and just ran a finger up and down her crotch as far as I could go in each direction. I managed to get the finger under the leg opening and almost as soon as I touched her wet flesh she pulled her butt away. It wasn't something new to me but she usually didn't do it until I'd gotten her "worked up". In this case I'd barely touched her. But she didn't just pull her butt away from me. She actually broke free from my embrace and immediately put one of her hands between her legs and started towards the door. I hesitated for a second or two before following her. The stairwell light was still on which gave some light into the bathroom which was located right outside her bedroom door. I hadn't even made it to the bathroom door when I saw her sitting on the edge of the tub with her butt hanging over and inside the tub. I stopped and stared. She looked up at me with a sheepish smile and volunteered that she'd started to pee and she didn't want to pee on the bathroom rug. (The toilet was at the far end of the room.) I didn't say a word. Then she asked me to take one of the hand towels and to mop up the drips on the floor of her room and the hall. I hadn't noticed when I followed her but once I got on my hands and knees it was obvious. When I finished and came back into the bathroom she took the towel from me and, after putting it between her legs, stood up. I went to her, wrapping my arms around her and, again, nestled my bulge into the "magic triangle". This time when I finally ran my hands down to her butt it was truly wet. Even though her panties were cotton it sure felt good!
I still wasn't about to take the lead in this situation. I was uncomfortable in the sense that there was always the possibility that Elle's parents could/would come home early. It wasn't like it was that night at my house where there was no chance of being "caught in the act". So I waited for Elle to make a move. When she did it was to grab a bath towel off the rack and then she led me back to her room. After pulling the covers back on her bed she doubled the towel over and lay it right in the middle. Then she sort of pushed me backwards towards it. By then I had the picture so I got on and lay on my back. She followed and climbed on top of me. My penis was being crushed so I got her to lift off of my groin area and I pulled it free from my underpants. I remember getting an additional thrill out of feeling the wetness of her panties on the back of my hand. Once I had it positioned she dropped back down. I would've loved to have been able to "ride" or thrust it up and down between her legs as the warmth and wetness enveloped it but the coarsness of the cotton made it uncomfortable to do so. I ended up rolling her onto her side, still "plugged in", if you will. At least in this position I could have access to one of her breasts even though it was still encased by her bra.
(As an aside: In spite of the fact that we had made love (sort of) twice I still had not seen Elle naked. I'd made a few half hearted attempts to discuss the matter with her but she just shut down on me. The psyche is a strange and mystical thing and I was clueless as to how to overcome her absolute reluctance to be seen naked. I'd even tried to ask her about how she managed with her roommates at college but all she'd do was shake her head in a negative way.)
To be continued...
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