SPRING... Finishing out the year (Part 22b)

One thing I do remember from this was that it really felt good. I was totally spent afterwards. I made quite a mess with most of it in Elle’s slip and skirt. I didn’t escape totally but my pants were still wearable. We debated about going back to Elle’s dorm so she could change but she thought it would be better to wait. She didn’t want to have to explain and felt that if we waited until lunch time there was a better chance that her roommates wouldn’t be around. I do remember persuading her to sit so I could see her panties. We were both sitting yoga style, facing each other, and I found a soft bulge building in my pants after a fairly short time. I was surprised. I remember discussing our preliminary Summer plans. I’d briefly thought about working with my Grandfather’s horses but, sitting there with Elle, getting a beautiful view of her panties, it seemed remote. I wanted to spend as much time as I possibly could with her and I couldn’t do both. Elle, on the other hand, was all set to go back to the drug store. Talking about it made me want to wish the time away.

Speaking of time, noon came quickly. We hadn’t eaten any of the stuff we’d brought with us and decided that we didn’t want to carry it back. We both got up on our knees, sitting on the calves of our legs. I had to give up my perfect view but was hungry enough to do so willingly. It didn’t take long to finish everything up but when we started to gather up the bedspread that we’d been on, Elle let out a little sound. I looked up at her and she had a sheepish grin on her face. She quickly squatted back down and I knew exactly what was happening. I watched her make sure the hem of her skirt was out from under her but I was disappointed that I really couldn’t see anything. I took a deep breath... than asked if I could watch. I remember feeling embarrassed and that my face was flushed. She was already going but managed to turn a bit towards me. I couldn’t see her panties but could see the stream of pee and a puddle start on the ground under her. My soft bulge became very hard!

She’d brought a pair of the Carter’s cotton panties with her. When she pulled them out of her bag I kind of knew she expected something like this to happen. That made me feel really good. I’ll admit I was disappointed that I didn’t get to see more when she pulled them up and over the wet panties. We did an ”inspection” of each other before we started back. The cum on my pants was pretty much dry and the spots could have been just about anything. As far as Elle was concerned, I honestly couldn’t see anything. Most of the “mess” had been caught in her slip. Because she was wearing a flowered print skirt, any stains were hidden.

Surprisingly, we passed quite a few people on our way back. It’s amazing how our minds work. We were both really self conscious, sure that someone would see the stains and know what we’d done. Once back at the dorm, Elle headed downstairs to her room. When she got there she was surprised to find Nancy and Carol. That ended her plan for changing... anything. She reappeared, upstairs, with kind of a hopeless look on her face. I didn’t have anything to offer in the way of advice so we ended up sitting on the low wall that lined the walk to the dorm. The sun was at at it’s highest point and the unexpected warmth felt good. We stayed there for quite a while. Initially, I didn’t know it, but Elle was hoping that Nancy and Carol would leave the room and allow her to finally change. Maybe a half hour passed when, finally, Elle stood up. She’d managed to pull the hem of her skirt out so it wouldn’t get wet but when she stood up, the wall told the story. I noticed it right away but didn’t want to embarrass her so didn’t point it out. The sight of it did start another soft bulge though.

We really didn’t know what to do with ourselves. There were a number of sporting events taking place and I, somewhat bored with just sitting, suggested we go watch the baseball game. It was quite a walk. The facility was quite primitive with just a few rows of wooden seats and no plumbing at all. I noticed that, right away. I also did a quick calculation on how long it’d been since Elle last pee’d. We ended up sitting on the seats behind the visitors team, by accident. There was no one on them but us. I just knew what was going to be happening, and quite soon. I know I could’ve brought the “time” issue up with Elle on the way out but, knowing that the panties she was wearing were already damp, I chose to keep my mouth shut. Sitting there, I was conjuring up a scenario that might play out and those thoughts, again, started a soft bulge.

The game held no interest for me and my only thoughts were on what would happen when Elle recognized that she would have to pee. I know it wasn’t very nice of me and the best I can offer as an excuse is, as I mentioned above, the fact that her panties were already damp. Uncharacteristically, I’d overlooked the potential for embarrassment for Elle. I don’t remember how long it took but I do remember her leaning over and whispering that she had a “problem“. Simultaneously, we both looked over our shoulders for some place to hide. There wasn’t any, not even some trees. It was a big, open field with a chain link fence that kept people from tumbling down the hill at one side and from getting into peoples back yards on the other. Elle had pulled her skirt out from under herself when we sat down and, without a word, I watched her slide forward on the seat. The next thing I knew (and saw) was a puddle forming on the part of the benches where we rested our feet. I remember looking at her face and seeing her staring out on the field as if she was really interested in what was going on.

We sat there, like that, for awhile, without saying anything. I knew that, because of the cotton panties she’d added earlier, she was going to be uncomfortably wet on our way back. When she stood up I tried to run my hand up her inside thighs but she managed to pull away. We took our time in getting back to her dorm and, fortunately for her, her roommates were gone. When she finally reappeared she was wearing a pair of bermunda shorts, trying to take advantage of the warm weather. When I stood up and embraced her I found that she had on a ”package“. I couldn’t really complain, what with what I seen and experienced earlier.

I’m really not sure what we did that evening. Somewhere along the timeline of that Spring I remember going to some sort of an all campus affair. In any case, whatever it was wasn’t memorable enough for me to remember.

To be continued...

SPRING... Finishing out the year (Part 22a)

I know that Elle and I did get together before our respective Spring breaks but I have no memory of what transpired. I had mixed emotions about my plans for the break as they called for me to visit my Grandparents as I had done for the past few years. What I haven’t made much of is that, as my Grandfather’s horse racing stable continued to grow, so did my interest in horses. It was my previous Spring visits to North Carolina, where the horses Winter trained, that had really spiked my interest. For this visit it had been arranged that I would spend the whole week actually working with the horses and I was really excited about it. My Grandfather felt that I needed to do it to see if my interest was real or just a fleeting whim. The problem was with Elle. I really wanted to spend time with her. But, luck was with me.

Elle’s old friend from home, Nan, who was at college with her had decided that college really wasn’t her cup of tea. She was going to finish out the semester and then enroll at an airline stewardess school. Knowing that there was no way to tell where that career would lead her, she invited Elle to go to Florida with her, again. That way they could have some time together to reminisce. It was a perfect solution for both of us. We’d have something to keep us busy and not just moping around thinking about each other.

There were two things that were unique to this visit. One was that my brother wouldn’t be with me. His Spring break fell at a different time. The second was that there was no one at the hotel my Grandparents stayed at that was even remotely close to my age. It didn’t really matter as by 8pm I was tired enough to go to bed. I had to rely on the memories of my good times with Elle.

Once back at school I wasted no time in setting up a visit to go see Elle the first weekend after we got back. I had run into an upperclassman at my school who had started dating a girl from Elle’s school and he, for a fee, was more than willing to make the trip. The weather was nicer than was normally expected for mid April which led Elle and I to put together some snacks and head for the “Pines” where we'd gone a few times during the Fall. I was surprised that more people weren’t there and that worked well for us. We were able to find a secluded place that actually had a modicum of sun to help us stay warm and comfortable. I didn’t have to ask Elle to wear a skirt and, as we headed to the “Pines” I wondered what she had chosen to wear under it. I didn’t have to wait long to find out as when she spread an old bedspread for us to sit on, she squatted down and gave me a “free show”. Just the anticipation had me started on a “bulge” and when I got my view, it fully blossomed. Elle noticed and had a smirky smile on her face as I joined her on the ground. Once we had convinced ourselves that we were somewhat hidden, we ended up in an embrace while lying on the ground. Because it had been a fair amount of time since we’d been together, we were both pretty much satisfied to stay that way for a while. I do remember running one of my fingers under her chin and around her ears. Being ticklish, that made her want to get away and she ended up standing. I continued to lie on my back and eventually Elle came back and stood over me, straddling my hips. I couldn’t really see anything so I motioned for her to squat down to sit on me. When she did I got a “up close and personal” look at her panties. As I said, they were nylon but there was something different about them. I’d seen quite a few of her panties, either on her or on the washline and they were all “generic”. By that I mean there was no lace either in the form of an applique or around the legs on any of them. However, I was looking at lace around the leg openings. I don’t remember just how I segued into asking about them but it led Elle to tell me about her time with Nan.

As it turned out, Nan’s older sister had brought her roommate home from her college. As I remember it, both of the girls were into partying. Elle didn’t drink at all and I don’t think Nan was into it much either. In any case, they all ended up driving to Fort Lauderdale, which at that time was “THE” place to be on Spring break. Elle didn’t admit to anything but somehow they all ended up in some pool. I don’t remember, now, who knew someone but they ended up getting dry clothes with which to go back to Nan’s. When it came time to leave for college, some of the clothes got mixed up and Elle ended up with a pair of “fancy pants”. She didn’t realize it until she was back at school and when she told Nan about it she was told that if they fit to keep them.

After she told the story I asked if I could see them. After checking to see that no one was in sight, she pulled the hem of her skirt up. I immediately liked them! But, when she stood up to show me, she leaked. Not very much but enough for her to know she surely needed a toilet, and soon. We’d been to the “Pines” enough times for me to know that it was about 10 minutes back to the SU (Student Union). I don’t have to tell you that I was as hard as a rock at this point. From somewhere deep down inside me I managed to suggest that she just pee right there and that way she wouldn’t get her legs, socks and shoes wet. Actually, I figured that as intimate as we’d been during the Winter that she’d just pull her panties down and go that way. Nope... she still wasn’t up to getting naked (especially “down there”) in front of a boy... even me.

To be continued...

INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21g)

On my way to get Elle Sunday morning I stopped at the fraternity. There were no girls, at least in sight, but there were three pair of panties hanging from the foyer light. The “brothers” called them “trophies” and there were a few of them admiring the newest batch. I wondered how they were obtained but was afraid to ask. The only scheduled activity at the house was a buffet lunch which gave me (and Elle) a lot of time to kill. She was waiting for me when I got to the house where she was staying. I was happy and pleased that she was wearing a skirt. The weather had remained warm (relatively) so she was willing to make the sacrifice for me (and, believe me, she reminded me of that fact any number of times on the walk to the house).

I had come up with a number of things for us to do to pass the time away. The only one Elle responded positively to was going to the Library... but to do some of her homework... not spend time down in the “dungeon“ where I had hoped to go. The ride back to her school was leaving around 3pm so I was still hoping to get a few ”personal“ minutes with her. I got them, but not the way I’d hoped. We did go back to the fraternity to eat and, while there, Elle heard some of the girls who’d attended the dance talking about how beautifully the gym had been decorated. She asked if we could go take a look. We had to walk down the rest of fraternity row to get to there and it was sadly funny seeing just piles of snow where some really creative sculptures had been.

I thought that she’d used the toilet before we left but she hadn’t. The gym was always open, seven days a week, and was usually active, even on Sundays. But because of the dance and the fact that nothing had been done to put it back to it’s normal state, there was no activity. It was basically deserted except for the pool annex. As soon as we walked into the main gym, where the dance had been held, Elle asked where the bathrooms were. We were at the end where they’d set up a temporary stage which happened to be where the public (as opposed to the locker room) bathrooms were located. She had a pained look on her face which I pretty much knew meant she was about to pee. I pointed her towards where they were and watched as she shuffled away. The bandstand was about at my shoulders and the stairs up to it were right where I was standing. They had draped the base of the whole stage with a maroon material which blocked the view of anyone in the gym from seeing anything behind it. When Elle returned she had one of those sheepish grins on her face. I kind of knew what that meant. I immediately dipped my hand below the hem of her skirt only to have her swat it away. She reminded me that we were out in public, or sort of, and to ”behave myself“. I took her by the hand to show her the decorations and while so doing, pointed out that no one cold see us if we stood behind the stairs. After she’d seen what she’d come to see I led her back to the stage stairs. She was still uncomfortable as my hands dipped under the hem of her skirt. I was excited when I squeezed her butt cheeks. The fact that she was wearing nylon panties told me that it was done for my benefit. When I pulled my right hand around to her front and went in between her legs I got what I’d been hoping for... the crotch was wet. Once inside the panties I managed to hit a ”bulls eye“ on the first pass. That was good and bad. The ”good“ was for her because it really got her going. The ”bad“ was for me in that she could only take a little bit of that type ”action“. My memory of this was that she made me stop and it was over quite fast. But, it was great while it lasted!

Because the bathrooms were empty Elle decided to put her ”package“ on for the trip back to her school. She had everything in her bag and the only thing I got out of it was a peek when I asked her to show me. I got about a 10 second look but, even though I was looking at the sanitary panties and it was short, it was better than nothing.

There really wasn't enough time to go back to the Library so we went back to the fraternity house. Compared to the activity 24 hours prior, it was dead. We actually had our choice of comfortable seats including a sofa. I was wishing then that Elle had waited to prepare for her trip. We did get to cuddle and I even got a couple of good "feels". On a scale of one to five I'd rate the weekend as a six. I did have some good memories to fall back on over the next few weeks.

To be continued...

INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21f)

I slid the sanitary panties and pad (that was attached in the panty) down, savoring the closeness I was to her pubic area. Of course my ”dream“ would’ve been for her to be wearing nylon panties but, given the circumstances, the Carter’s Spanky pants were fine. Still standing, I ran my fingers back and forth in her crotch. I knew that she needed to be somewhat wet for either of us to enjoy a visit of my fingers inside the panties so I asked for a ”squirt“. She made me remove my hand and then closed her eyes. I waited... and waited... and waited. Finally, she asked what time it was. When I told her she said that she was afraid to go as it was almost time for her to visit a bathroom... that if she gave me my ”squirt“, she might not be able to stop. Using the bathroom in the dorm was out, for sure. I’ll admit that I was frustrated at that point. Here I’d taken a big chance on bringing her to my room but now couldn’t do anything I (or she) wanted to do.

We went back into an embrace with me looking over her shoulder. From where I was standing I saw the wastebasket by my desk. I pushed away and went right for it. She gave me one of those ”you’ve gotta be kidding“ looks when I put it down by her feet. After a bit of ”discussion“, she agreed to pee in it while squatting over it... and through her panties. It took some persuasion but, a combination of wanting to please me and knowing she was going to be peeing somewhere very shortly anyway, she agreed.

Most of my ”up close“ and personal” views of her peeing through her panties had been under less than optimum conditions. Not this time. While she hovered over the basket with her skirt up around her waist, I squatted in front of her, my eyes at crotch level. All I can say is that I can still close my eyes and visually see her pee coming through the cotton material. It was fantastic! My “bulge” actually hurt, but I wasn’t about to move.

It’d taken Elle a while to relax enough for her to start to pee. The hovering position was hard on her legs so that when she stopped peeing she stood up. That meant her panties were still dripping when she did. I stepped right up to her and buried my hand in her crotch, rubbing through the wet material. Why I didn’t come I’ll never know. My penis was hurting so bad what with being all cramped up. I finally stepped back and undid my pants, letting them slip to the floor. With that, I backed up to my desk chair, drawing Elle with me. After sitting down I had her straddle me. I pulled her close to me and that made her wet crotch wrap around my penis. I actually remember thinking that it almost felt like when we’d had sex what with the wet warmth.

It only took a minute for it to become sticky, as well as wet and warm. I didn’t want to come but I just couldn’t help it. Even with that we stayed that way for quite a while. I don’t remember what made us get up but when we did we had a bit of cleaning up to do. I asked Elle what she wanted to do. The wetness had wicked its way halfway up the back of her panties. She’d brought a dry pair so, if she was willing to take the wet ones off, she could put the clean ones on and at least be presentable. I presented that idea to her, telling her she could change while I was getting washed up in the bathroom.

When I returned she was fully dressed. I didn’t ask her exactly what she’d done but, just before we left I gave her a big hug (and butt squeeze) and felt the “package”. I wasn’t about to complain, especially in light of what had just transpired. I went out in the hall and then to the front door, to check to see if anyone was around. My heart was pounding. I had Elle go out alone and then just lean against the wall along the pathway as if she were waiting for someone. I followed a few minutes later. There was no one in sight, thank God, but my heart rate didn’t get back to normal until we were almost to the bottom of the hill.

We’d decided not to attend the big dance. I don’t even remember who was playing. Elle didn’t have a dress and wasn’t comfortable with asking to borrow one. I was happy for two reasons... one being money saved and the other was the potential to get “up close and personal” with Elle. However, the latter never came to pass. As a “pledge“ I really didn’t have any rights within the fraternity. That meant that if and when I did find a place to get cozy, a ”brother“ could (and did) make me (us) move. With Elle by my side I couldn’t even get any decent ”peeks“ at the ”brother’s“ dates later on when things got ”interesting“, like they had the night before. Elle had no problems, visiting the ladies room almost hourly. I made a few feeble attempts to peek in at her through the phone room door but ended up having a few ”brothers” want to see what I was looking at. It didn’t make me very happy knowing they were peeking at Elle so I stopped even trying.

Elle, being a non drinker, wasn’t comfortable with some of what took place as the evening wore on so we left. I had visions of at least being alone with Elle in the front parlor of the house she was staying at. Even that modest idea was shot down as we were greeted at the door by the Professor’s wife. I even asked if I could come in and she said she didn't think it was a good idea. It was a long walk back to the dorm!

When I walked in I saw the waste basket. I’d never given a thought about emptying it when we were leaving so that was the first thing I did. Mine was the upper bunk and since Bob was usually the first to bed, I usually didn’t turn on the light when I walked in. I don’t know why I did on this night but when I did, there, hanging on a knob of the dresser, was the wet pair of panties that Elle had been wearing. Even with all Elle’s “accidents” I’d been a party to I don’t think I ever had my hands on a damp pair when all alone. They’d started to dry and there was yellow line that showed how far the wetness had gone. I looked at them for quite a while... a minute, at least... and then held them up to my nose. It was a strange smell but I liked it. By then my bulge was at a maximum and my penis wanted out of it’s constraints. I turned off the lights, took off my pants and climbed into my bunk, panties in hand. It only took a short time for me to achieve “relief” and to fall asleep.

I woke up once during the night and, initially, couldn’t recognize the aroma that filled my nostrils. The panties were down by my side and as soon as I got them in my hand I was back at it again. After that, I had no trouble sleeping, for sure!

To be continued...

INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21e)

I spent my night working as a “slave” for the “brothers. It wasn’t all that bad and I did enjoy watching some of the ”antics“ of the ”brothers“ and their dates as they got drunker and drunker. Roger’s date (the Rita Hayworth look alike) especially caught my attention. I tried to get some peeks through the door by the phone but was pretty much thwarted by the ”brothers“. It didn’t matter as by the early morning there were much better ”views“ as any number of ”brother’s“ and their dates had passed out in varying positions on the porch, living room and floors. The best one was where the house president had passed out on one of the sofas with his date. He had his arms wrapped around her with her pantied butt hanging over the side. His upper arm had somehow swept her skirt up around her waist exposing almost all of her panties. I made any number of passes through the living room checking them out.

I was back at the fraternity early Saturday morning for two reasons. One was that the pledges were supposed to clean up (somewhat) the mess from the night before and the other was that I wanted to be available for a call from Billy about when he and Elle would be arriving. Everybody who was up was quite upset as the weather had turned warm and that it was raining. Two of the biggest events for Winter party depended on it being cold. One was the snow sculpture competition and the other was the hockey game with our biggest rival. We didn’t have artificial ice and had to depend on the weather being cold enough for the outdoor rink to freeze. It had been frozen up to then. But the rain was threatening to destroy it by making it too mushy to skate on. As far as the sculptures were concerned, the warmth made any appendage fall off and the sculpting details melt into the body of the work. As a pledge I’d had to help get the snow into a pile so that our fraternity ”artists“ could do their job, so I was also upset.

Elle finally arrived around 11am. The rain had let up by then so I decided to walk her downtown to her room before lunch. It was so sad to see the damage that the warm and wet weather had done to the sculptures. People would drive for miles just to see the displays. I tried to explain to Elle just what some of the masses of snow were supposed to depict .When we finally got to the house we were greeted by the daughter, Julia. She wouldn’t let me even carry Elle’s bag upstairs to her room. I was a little surprised by that but didn’t say anything. Elle had arrived wearing a skirt but when she came downstairs she was wearing wool slacks. Even though it was relatively warmer than it had recently been, it was a damp cold and the almost mile walk had chilled her. The excitement I’d felt upon seeing her wearing a skirt was now disappointment.

We walked back and ate lunch at the fraternity. The rumor was that they were still going to try and play the hockey game but, after we discussed it, decided against walking all the way down there only to possibly find out that it had been called off. It was pretty much the same for quite a few of the ”brothers“ and their dates which meant a lot of them just remained at the house. Seniority begat privileges and that translated into the seniors (and their dates) getting the best seats with the juniors getting what was left etc, etc. Elle and I ended up in the dining room which didn’t afford us much in the way of privacy or comfort. About mid afternoon I asked Elle if she wanted to go see where my new dorm was located. The rain and drizzle had pretty much stopped so she said ”yes“. On the way up the hill I remembered that the RA (Resident Advisor) for this dorm was also the Manager of the hockey team. That meant that he wouldn’t be in or around the dorm. Even though I knew females weren’t allowed into the dorms I felt pretty sure I could show Elle my new room without getting caught.

At the dorm I left her at the dorway and made a quick check to see if anyone was around and visable. With a deep breath I quickly ran back to Elle and almost dragged her inside. My room was, again, on the first floor but in the back of the building. Once inside the room I gave her a big hug and kiss. I wanted to take her coat off right away but she was still cold so I had to wait to get really close to her. When she finally got warm I pushed her coat off her shoulders and pulled her close to me. Naturally, my hands went right to her butt cheeks. I squeezed them a few times and then moved my hands towards the center. I should’ve expected it but I didn’t. She was wearing a ”package“. I could feel the slight stiffness of the plastic crotch of the sanitary panties and also the ”wad“ of the pad. I pushed back from her and gave her a sad look. She gave me a smirky look back and then asked just how ”safe“ we were in the room. With Bob away I couldn’t think of anyone else who might come looking for me so I told her ”very“. With that she then undid her belt and pants button. Then she looked at me with a ”come on“ look. I went right for the zipper and, even though I was greeted by the sanitary panties, it was enough to create a huge bulge.

To be continued

INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21d)

Snow and an all Freshman class Saturday exam thwarted my plans to visit Elle following my giving her the ring. The next time to see her was at my college’s Winter House party. Now this will take a bit of explanation... Even though the school’s administration made provisions to house the female guests of the Freshmen in the Fall, they didn’t for the Winter (or Spring) party. That meant that we were on our own to find rooms for our guests or girlfriends. It wasn’t all that bad as each fraternity maintained a list of potential homes that took girls in for the weekend. The problem with that was that all the ”brothers“ (members) had first choice and the new ”pledges“ were left with the dregs.

As ”pledges“ we were now allowed into the fraternity house when invited. We couldn’t just show up and go and watch TV. However, when it came time for party weekends it was sort of an open invitation (with the exception of food for which we had to pay). In fact, all ”pledges“ were expected to participate. There was an inducement to have a date because if a pledge didn’t, they had to act as ”slaves” to the Brothers for the weekend. I didn’t like the idea of spending money for a room and food but I surely wanted to see Elle and didn’t fancy the idea of playing “slave”.

I ended up with the last name on the list for a room for Elle. It was the home of a German professor and his family. No one knew anything about the room since it was the first time they were doing this. I was excited because of the fact that it was a single and with Elle’s “problem” it avoided potential embarrassment for her. My new roommate, Bob, had to go home to celebrate some major family function so having Elle room with his girlfriend, which would’ve worked, was out. I was greeted at the door by a tall, big boned woman with black hair. She appeared to be very nice, explaining that this was their first venture at doing this. Their son had joined the Army after graduating from High School and they had cleared his room out and were looking to rent it out full time. The lady took me upstairs to see it and, even though it was small, it was more than adequate. While there I noticed that the large room next to it was in the process of being renovated. It had been her daughter’s room but, with the death of her mother in law who lived with them, they were moving her into the back of the house and into her old room. She said she hoped the room would be ready for the Fall semester to be rented out to two students. At that time I had no idea how that piece of information would come into play for me.

Billy, my Summer sailing friend from home, had volunteered to pick Elle up on his way back from getting his own girlfriend that Friday afternoon. That was a big help in that Billy didn’t charge me anything when he was able to do it. But, that bugaboo, snow, came into the picture once again. Even though the weather at school was relatively nice, Billy ran into a bad storm on his way and decided to wait until Saturday morning to come back rather than take unnecessary chances in the snow. I was at the fraternity waiting for them when the call from Billy came in. It disappointed me and gave me problems in trying to reach Elle to give her the news.

As you entered the fraternity you walked into a fairly large foyer. The dining room was to the right and the living room to the left. There were two doorways on the wall facing the doorway. The one on the left led to a small room which was designated for females whenever they were in the house. Attached to that room was a small bathroom with a toilet and sink. The doorway to the left was, at one time, a hallway to that bathroom. Now it was, for lack of another name, the phone booth, where there was one coin phone on the right hand wall at the very back. This also served as the coat room with hooks along both walls all the way to the back. At the end of the hallway was a wooden door. In one way it reminded me of our front door at home which had 15 panes of glass in it. However, there was no glass in this door. It had been replaced by wooden panels.

It was almost time for the dinner meal and there were a lot of female guests milling about as I began trying to reach Elle. I was on the phone talking with the girl who had answered her dorm phone when one of the “brothers” came in and physically moved me aside and, strangely, put his eye up to the door. He stayed that way for a minute or so and then left without saying anything. As I continued to wait for someone to find Elle back at her dorm, I looked closely at the door, all the time wondering what the guy had been doing. There were all kinds of “scratching” in the wood with names and telephone numbers but I didn’t see anything that would cause someone to look that closely it. It was only a few minutes later when another “brother” came in and pretty much did the same thing. By the time I finally got to speak to Elle a few more “brothers” did somewhat the same. I asked one what he was doing and was told that I’d find out, in time.

I’d become friendly with Pete, one of the Senior “brother’s” during “rush” week and he’d volunteered to help me any time ia had a question. I sought him out to solve the door “mystery”. At first he gave me a hard time but finally relented and told me to look closely at the right hand panel in the third row down... to look for a small indentation about the size of a pencil lead... and then put my eye up to it...

Roger, one of the brothers, was dating an absolutely beautiful girl who, in some ways, resembled Rita Hayworth in her prime. (Remember, this is 1956) I watched her moving about both before and after the meal and was “taken” by her in two ways... her looks and... a fantastic VPL (visible panty line). She was wearing beige slacks that were way tighter than I could remember ever seeing. VPL’s, for me, were usually when a girl bent over. In this girl’s case I could see it as she walked. WOW! In any case, the “brother” who had told me what to look for on the door happened to see this girl go into the ladies lounge. He found me and told me to go see if I could find it. There was no one at the phone when I walked in so I counted down the panels and found the “spot”. I put my eye up to it and saw a female sitting sideways on the toilet. Almost immediately she stood up and faced my direction. I could clearly see her “bush” and watched as she proceed to pull her panties up, separate from her pants. I was sure they were nylon as there was an applique on one side and I’d never seen one on cotton panties. I couldn’t help it but I had the beginnings of a pretty decent bulge. Later, when I saw her walking around, I just visualized her in her panties and not with the pants. It helped make my lonely night at least tolerable.

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INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21c)

Even though the day started with sun, it had now clouded over. As we had both learned by then, snow could happen at any time at all. Before we made it downtown, it started. I’d brought enough money for us to eat one meal so we decided to do it then. As always, The Sugar Bowl was crowded and we had to wait to be seated. By the time we were done eating it had been almost two hours since Elle had last used the toilet. We paid and then went to the rear of the restaurant where the rest rooms were located. I think we were both surprised that there was a line for both. The mind plays strange tricks sometimes and, in this case, Elle’s certainly did. She didn’t feel that she had to go but, based upon time and past experience, especially when with me, she’d made a decision to go just “to be on the safe side”. But, seeing the line triggered something because she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the phone booth that was also in the back. She went right in and shut the door leaving me outside. I was looking at her with probably what could’ve been called a puzzled look. It was fairly dark back there but I could see her through the glass in the doors. I saw her pull the hem of her skirt up and when I saw that I got the total picture. She was peeing! Now, as much as I liked “playing” with her when her panties were wet, the last thing I wanted to see was for her to be embarrassed. I stood there not knowing what I could do. I stood up close to the door, trying to block out anybody from seeing her. Looking down at the bottom of the door I could see her pee flowing out of the booth and onto the floor. We stayed like that for at least 3 or 4 minutes before she cracked open the door. She asked if anybody had seen what she’d done. I had no idea. I hadn’t been looking around but, after she asked, I finally did. If anybody had seen anything, there was no indication of it. What I did see was that the line for the ladies room still held 5 or 6 people in it. However, the mens room line had dissipated. I went in and got a handful of paper towels and stuffed them under my coat. Back at the phone booth I passed them on to Elle. I watched as she spread them out on the seat and then pulled the hem of her skirt up in the back and then sit down. After a few minutes she opened the door and we left, quickly.

By then the snow had picked up as had the wind. We didn’t experience the same difficulties climbing the hill back to the campus that we had when coming back from Greek Row that time. Elle was complaining about how cold she was “down there” due to the wet panties which, in hearing that, caused a soft bulge in my pants. I remember wishing I could see them but knew there was no chance at all.

After Elle changed there really wasn’t much time left before I had to be at the bus station. We stayed in the dorm lounge and pretty much “behaved ourselves". When I said my ”good bye“, I reminded her about hiding the ring. That elicited a really big hug and kiss... and made me not want to leave at all.

To be continued...

INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21b)


I stayed in the lounge and waited to see just what the girls would smuggle out to me. Saturday nights meant there were pretty slim pickings... mostly cold things. It was good as far as I was concerned as it was impossible to smuggle hot food out. Cold meant sandwiches and snacks which the girls could hide quite easily. Nancy was the only one to accompany Elle back to the lounge which meant a little less food than I’d hoped for. The three of us visited for a while while I wolfed down the spoils.

I wasn’t happy with our location right in the middle of the lounge and had been looking for a place around the perimeter. When Nancy got up to leave she saw someone she knew and went over to visit with them. A few minutes later the two of them left, coats in hand. I grabbed Elle’s hand and headed for that spot which was along the back wall. It wasn’t much privacy but it was certainly better than being right in the middle where you could/would be seen by everyone coming and going. Once there, we went back to what was our favorite position. When my hand went under Elle’s skirt there was no sign from her that I was ”out of bounds“. I was pleased that Elle had, indeed, chosen to wear nylon panties. Even though they were dry it was still OK.

Most of our conversation was about the ring and what it meant to us as a couple. Since it’s purchase was on impulse, I really didn’t have much to offer. However, I was still massaging her ”privates” through her panties. I was trying to be patient until it was time for her to visit the bathroom. As she rambled on I was trying to think of some sort of offhand remark to make to her to remind her not to wipe. In fact, I even suggested that it might be time for her to go. While she was gone someone turned the lights down. We (the students) weren’t supposed to touch the light controls but I was thankful as it sure made it “cozier“ though.

Elle must’ve felt the ”vibes“ from my thinking for, on her return, when I ran my hand up her thigh and reached her panties, I found what I’d been hoping for. Elle never let me take it too far as the lounge was full. She had a habit of moaning when I spent any amount of time working her ”button“. In the course of moving around she’d spied any number of people that she knew so we were trying to enjoy ourselves without embarrassment. When the lights flicked on and off, warning of curfew, we were still not satisfied but yet we were both happy.

I’d intended to call Donny’s parents to tell them I was there and to expect me. Presumptuous, I know, but his mother had told me that was all I needed to do any time I wanted to stay. What with all that had gone on since my arrival, the call never was made. I certainly wasn’t going to walk all the way down there after midnight and knock on their door so, at that point, the lounge was my only choice. From previous experience, I knew the security people didn’t do much other that to turn on all the lights for a few seconds and then leave. I’d gotten away with it before by turning a love seat or sofa towards the wall and then putting the cushions on the floor to sleep on. It worked again, only this time I had to sweat it out for a minute or two while the guy checked out one of the small rooms.

Elle met me around 8am. After a quick ”hello“ and kiss she went to the cafeteria for a bite of breakfast. I went to the little room on the left of the fireplace to wait for her. Returning with some fruit and a sweet roll she admitted that she’d slept with the ring on, telling me that she just couldn’t take it off after just having received it. I wasn’t mad but warned her of the consequences if word got back to our parents. Other than that we picked up where we’d left off the night before. I’d gotten the most private space in the lounge and I wanted to take advantage of it. I suggested that she go use the bathroom but she declined. I was disappointed. Then she really surprised me. She stood up, right in front of me just like she’d been the night before when it was time for the dinner meal. Her skirt draped over my knees which were right up against mine. She had a kind of smirky smile on her face as she looked down at me. Discouraged by her decision not to use the toilet I just sat there looking back up at her. Finally, she spoke and said but one word... ”Well?“ It took a few seconds before I realized she wanted me to put my hand up under her skirt. Instant bulge! But when I touched her crotch it was still dry. I wiggled my fingers and she told me to stop. I did and within seconds I felt some warm wetness on my fingers. Immediately I went back up to her crotch and, through the panties, started stroking her ”slit“. She only allowed me a few seconds before backing away. But she immediately lay down on the sofa and across my lap. Seconds later my fingers were inside the leg elastic.

It got pretty intense for a while and, in retrospect, what probably ”saved“ us was the fact that I came before we got completely involved. I’ll admit I was ”ready” and that, at that point in time, common sense had been buried by passion. Of course, it took Elle longer to “come back down” than it took me. When we were both somewhat in control, we decided that it would be a good idea to go for a walk. Fortunately, my coat was long enough to cover the spot on my pants. Elle, wisely, had brought a pair of her cotton Spanky Pants and put them on over her damp nylon ones.

To be continued...