INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25g)
Elle did go back to work on Wednesday but Tony was still out. I tried to persuade Elle to go to the races that night but she said she was really tired. I, again, helped Cliffy in the pits. I can’t say I was surprised to see Marissa with his sister Julie after the races were over. What did surprise me was how they acted. Maybe it was because Elle wouldn’t allow me to be overly affectionate in public but knowing that Cliffy hadn’t known she even existed until the previous weekend their actions were a bit of a shock. When we stopped for soft ice cream on the way home I saw Cliffy holding Marissa tight to his body by holding on to her butt cheeks. I tried to think back to how long Elle and I had been going together before we ever did that but couldn’t. All I knew was that it was a fairly long time. In a way I was jealous.
I think it was Friday when Elle and her mother met with Carol’s parents. I was still struggling by myself at work so that was my primary focus. Elle was back working but going to bed early so my time with her was limited. In writing this I’m shaking my head in that we actually saw more of each other in an intimate way while at college. Here she was, right across the street and I could hardly get to see her. In any case, I’d asked her to call me with the information on how the meeting went. When I hadn’t heard from her by late afternoon I called her. I could tell from the sound of her voice that something was wrong. Long story short... The meeting went well including the expenses side of the discussion. But the proceedure did require a stay in the hospital. That was her hangup. The recovery time was fairly quick but after it was decided to go ahead with it, they decided to do it the week before Elle headed back to school. That way she could work full time right up through Labor Day. Her hours were going to be cut anyway as soon as Labor Day passed. That whole scenario seemed OK with me as well. But I knew my job was now to get Elle prepared and to help her overcome whatever fear it was she had of the hospital.
Sunday night was the first ”normal“ night for both Elle and I in quite a while. We ended up going to the movies and afterwards went to the ”Point“ afterwards. I’ve told about going there in a previous post. It wasn’t one of our favorite places but the heat and humidity made any place not right on the bay miserable and the "Point" usually provided a breeze . After leaving the car we walked about a quarter mile and put down a beach towel. Most of the people who went to the ”Point” would actually walk the mile it took to get to the actual point of land. It was hard to walk in the sand so they would walk up along the dunes or along the water’s edge. Nobody walked down the middle so that’s the spot I chose. I was ready to go swimming I was so hot. I got daring and stripped down to just my underpants hoping Elle would take the hint but she didn’t. I did get her to take off her skirt and to unbutton her blouse but she kept the skirt sort of wrapped around her in a way that I couldn’t really see anything. I know I walked down to the water and waded in up to my knees. When I got back to Elle I sat down next to her. I’ll admit that I was still, selfishly, thinking about what it would be like when Elle didn’t have to worry about “accidents” as much. I loved touching her in wet panties and had even convinced her that my “playing” with her “privates” was enhanced when she was moist down there. I was hung up on the potential that she’d no longer be willing to do that once the procedure took place. As important as it was to me I just couldn’t bring myself to broach the subject with her. Hence, it was pretty quiet as we sat there in the darkness. Thankfully, there was a slight breeze which made the heat somewhat tolerable.
It was Elle who broke the silence by saying she was tired and that we should head for home. I’m almost positive that she didn’t pee while we were there. If she did she did it without moving. But, once home we took a quick walk out to the front of my house to look at the water again. By then there was no air moving at all. While standing there, hand in hand, she suddenly made a “dip” and crossed her legs. I knew immediately what that was all about. Within seconds she spread her legs and I could hear the sound of liquid on liquid. She never let go of my hand and for about 10 seconds or so I listened to the muffled sound of splashing. Finally she took a giant step forward, dragging me with her. The first thing she said was “Sorry”. Without thinking, I responded by say something along the lines of “In another month that won’t happen” and then added “that should make you happy”. As soon as I said it I wanted to kick myself.
To be continued...
Monday, July 30, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25f)
Sunday morning Cliffy’s mother let us sleep late. If Julie had wet her bed again it was too late for me to see any evidence of it so I had to content myself with having a pair of her panties. I had sailboat races that afternoon so had to go home to get my sailing gear. It also meant connecting with not only my relatives but also the kids who my mother had taken in. At that stage in my life I was not very good in those situations. My mother’s cousin, Ann, made a big thing of me being ”almost a man” now and embarrassing me in front of the two girls and their brother. I couldn’t wait to escape. I had to go to my room to get my sailing clothes first and, at the top of the stairs, couldn’t help but peek into the “guest“ room where the girls were staying. This was the first time I’d been home long enough to even think about taking a peek at their panties. There were two small suitcases on the floor and both were open. Right next to them were small piles of clothes and on top of one was a pair of pink nylon panties. I went back to the head of the stairs to make sure everyone was still outside and then went back and picked them up. The thing that made them different than any I’d seen before was that there was the word ”Tuesday“ embroidered onto the front. I distinctly remember wondering why it read Tuesday when the previous day had been Saturday. I looked inside for a label but there was no name on it. It just read ”Nylon“. I then switched over to the other pile and found a pair of white panties. The first thing I noticed was a slight discoloration in the crotch. Nothing like with Elle’s panties but still noticeable. I’m guessing but I probably thought I heard someone downstairs because I don’t remember seeing or holding any more panties.
When the sailing races were over I had to go home and eat with the relatives. When I’d left earlier I didn’t realize that the kids who’d been staying with us were going home. If I’d known that I probably would’ve taken more time ”exploring“ their suitcases. But, with them gone it meant I could sleep in my own bed. I still had to back to Cliffy’s to get my things which included Julies panties. There was also one VERY important thing I had to do and that was to go see Elle. My mother gave me strict orders to be back from Elle’s quickly. When I got to her house she’d just finished eating and was on her way out the door. She still looked ”washed out“ but when she saw me she brightened right up. That made me feel good. In spite of her parents being right inside she came right up to me and gave me a big hug. That in itself was a shock. She took my hand and sort of pulled me towards the back yard. I sort of knew she had something important to tell me but I had no idea what it was.
When she woke up that day she was still bleeding quite heavily. Her mother decided to call the doctor and inspite of it being a Sunday he had come to the house. (You have to remember that this took place in the mid 50’s when it was still commonplace for doctors to make house calls.) Without going into the details he basically prescribed some medications and treated her for anemia. BUT... and this was what Elle wanted to tell me... after speaking with Elle privately, he told her mother that she really needed to address Elle’s wetting problem. Elle, who had talked with him in connection with her meeting with Carol’s parents, had pleaded with him to broach the subject with her mother. Surprisingly, her mother didn’t offer much in the way of resistance and even asked how she should go about it. He, in turn, mentioned Carol’s parents. Elle had believed all along that her parents didn’t have hospitalization but found out that they had to get it as a requirement for her to attend college so that was one thing that had been removed as a barrier. The next was in having her parents (mother) meet Carol’s parents and right before supper they had talked on the phone. So, in spite of still feeling badly, she was quite excited about the possibility of what was going to happen.
I was inwardly happy for her but selfishly was worried about how the ”new“ Elle would respond to some of the wet foreplay that we’d used in the past. At the moment though, I had a more pressing matter. I found myself in the ”dog house“ because I’d been over at Elle’s for over an hour and dinner had not only been served but had also been eaten. My mother was really upset and I got read out right in front of her cousins. I found myself grounded, at least for the night. That meant I couldn’t go get my things from Cliffy’s house and that also meant that I wouldn’t be able to inspect Julie's panties until the next day (I hoped).
It turned out to be a tough week for me at work. Tony had sprained his ankle playing baseball and couldn’t work. That meant it was pretty much up to me to handle the whole process at work. That pretty much meant working 12 hours straight and no time to see Elle or to go to Cliffy’s to get my things. When I finally got off I headed right for Cliffy’s. I made sure the panties were still in my bag and they were. I was worried that his mother just might go snooping. I begged off helping Cliffy on the car and headed for home. My first stop was my bedroom. I wanted to inspect Julie's panties. The first thing I looked for was the label. It read ”Nazareth“. I’d never seen or heard of that brand. What really caught my attention was that they were even heavier than the Carter’s Spanky pants that Elle wore in her ”package“. There really wasn’t enough light to get a good look at the crotch but with what little I did have I could see some discoloration. By then I was really wanting to find out just where they could be bought. After carefully hiding them in my closet I grabbed a bite to eat and headed for Elle’s. I could see a light on in her room and that didn’t bode well for me to get to see her. But luck was with me in that her parents were still up and, after pleading my ”case’, her mother went up and got her.
It was very warm out so, in spite of gnats, we chose to sit outside. I remember wishing that there had still been more daylight because Elle’s nightie was very sheer and, as we walked around to the back yard, I got an occasional glimpse of a panty line. The dew had started to form on the grass so I remember sitting on the back stoop. Elle was feeling much better and the flow had slowed down considerably. I remember her saying she was going back to work on Wednesday. I was hoping that Tony’s ankle would be better by then so I’d at least get to see her during lunch break. The ‘Big News“ was that her mother had called Carol’s parents and they were meeting later that week. I didn’t think of it at the time but in thinking about it later it didn’t seem that Elle was anywhere near as excited about it as she’d previously been. In any case, it was a pretty tame evening as Elle was content to just sit on the step below me and snuggle in between my legs.
To be continued...
Sunday morning Cliffy’s mother let us sleep late. If Julie had wet her bed again it was too late for me to see any evidence of it so I had to content myself with having a pair of her panties. I had sailboat races that afternoon so had to go home to get my sailing gear. It also meant connecting with not only my relatives but also the kids who my mother had taken in. At that stage in my life I was not very good in those situations. My mother’s cousin, Ann, made a big thing of me being ”almost a man” now and embarrassing me in front of the two girls and their brother. I couldn’t wait to escape. I had to go to my room to get my sailing clothes first and, at the top of the stairs, couldn’t help but peek into the “guest“ room where the girls were staying. This was the first time I’d been home long enough to even think about taking a peek at their panties. There were two small suitcases on the floor and both were open. Right next to them were small piles of clothes and on top of one was a pair of pink nylon panties. I went back to the head of the stairs to make sure everyone was still outside and then went back and picked them up. The thing that made them different than any I’d seen before was that there was the word ”Tuesday“ embroidered onto the front. I distinctly remember wondering why it read Tuesday when the previous day had been Saturday. I looked inside for a label but there was no name on it. It just read ”Nylon“. I then switched over to the other pile and found a pair of white panties. The first thing I noticed was a slight discoloration in the crotch. Nothing like with Elle’s panties but still noticeable. I’m guessing but I probably thought I heard someone downstairs because I don’t remember seeing or holding any more panties.
When the sailing races were over I had to go home and eat with the relatives. When I’d left earlier I didn’t realize that the kids who’d been staying with us were going home. If I’d known that I probably would’ve taken more time ”exploring“ their suitcases. But, with them gone it meant I could sleep in my own bed. I still had to back to Cliffy’s to get my things which included Julies panties. There was also one VERY important thing I had to do and that was to go see Elle. My mother gave me strict orders to be back from Elle’s quickly. When I got to her house she’d just finished eating and was on her way out the door. She still looked ”washed out“ but when she saw me she brightened right up. That made me feel good. In spite of her parents being right inside she came right up to me and gave me a big hug. That in itself was a shock. She took my hand and sort of pulled me towards the back yard. I sort of knew she had something important to tell me but I had no idea what it was.
When she woke up that day she was still bleeding quite heavily. Her mother decided to call the doctor and inspite of it being a Sunday he had come to the house. (You have to remember that this took place in the mid 50’s when it was still commonplace for doctors to make house calls.) Without going into the details he basically prescribed some medications and treated her for anemia. BUT... and this was what Elle wanted to tell me... after speaking with Elle privately, he told her mother that she really needed to address Elle’s wetting problem. Elle, who had talked with him in connection with her meeting with Carol’s parents, had pleaded with him to broach the subject with her mother. Surprisingly, her mother didn’t offer much in the way of resistance and even asked how she should go about it. He, in turn, mentioned Carol’s parents. Elle had believed all along that her parents didn’t have hospitalization but found out that they had to get it as a requirement for her to attend college so that was one thing that had been removed as a barrier. The next was in having her parents (mother) meet Carol’s parents and right before supper they had talked on the phone. So, in spite of still feeling badly, she was quite excited about the possibility of what was going to happen.
I was inwardly happy for her but selfishly was worried about how the ”new“ Elle would respond to some of the wet foreplay that we’d used in the past. At the moment though, I had a more pressing matter. I found myself in the ”dog house“ because I’d been over at Elle’s for over an hour and dinner had not only been served but had also been eaten. My mother was really upset and I got read out right in front of her cousins. I found myself grounded, at least for the night. That meant I couldn’t go get my things from Cliffy’s house and that also meant that I wouldn’t be able to inspect Julie's panties until the next day (I hoped).
It turned out to be a tough week for me at work. Tony had sprained his ankle playing baseball and couldn’t work. That meant it was pretty much up to me to handle the whole process at work. That pretty much meant working 12 hours straight and no time to see Elle or to go to Cliffy’s to get my things. When I finally got off I headed right for Cliffy’s. I made sure the panties were still in my bag and they were. I was worried that his mother just might go snooping. I begged off helping Cliffy on the car and headed for home. My first stop was my bedroom. I wanted to inspect Julie's panties. The first thing I looked for was the label. It read ”Nazareth“. I’d never seen or heard of that brand. What really caught my attention was that they were even heavier than the Carter’s Spanky pants that Elle wore in her ”package“. There really wasn’t enough light to get a good look at the crotch but with what little I did have I could see some discoloration. By then I was really wanting to find out just where they could be bought. After carefully hiding them in my closet I grabbed a bite to eat and headed for Elle’s. I could see a light on in her room and that didn’t bode well for me to get to see her. But luck was with me in that her parents were still up and, after pleading my ”case’, her mother went up and got her.
It was very warm out so, in spite of gnats, we chose to sit outside. I remember wishing that there had still been more daylight because Elle’s nightie was very sheer and, as we walked around to the back yard, I got an occasional glimpse of a panty line. The dew had started to form on the grass so I remember sitting on the back stoop. Elle was feeling much better and the flow had slowed down considerably. I remember her saying she was going back to work on Wednesday. I was hoping that Tony’s ankle would be better by then so I’d at least get to see her during lunch break. The ‘Big News“ was that her mother had called Carol’s parents and they were meeting later that week. I didn’t think of it at the time but in thinking about it later it didn’t seem that Elle was anywhere near as excited about it as she’d previously been. In any case, it was a pretty tame evening as Elle was content to just sit on the step below me and snuggle in between my legs.
To be continued...
Friday, July 20, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25e)
Cliffy, being the oldest, had always had the biggest bedroom and, after his younger brother was born, shared it with him. At some point in time the younger brother was given his own, smaller room. Julie, his sister, had always had her own room. However, after Cliffy left for the Navy she moved into his room. Since that room was the only one with two beds, Cliffy’s mother moved Julie back into her original room. This was all explained by Cliffy when we came upstairs to go to sleep. I didn’t care. All I wanted was a place to lay down.
I had to go be at work by 8am. Waking up was not a problem for Cliffy as his body was still on Navy time. He woke me up and headed for the shower. I lay in bed with half an eye open, putting off the inevitable. Then I saw a body come through the door and head for the big dresser. I knew it wasn’t cliffy because he was over 6 feet tall. I opened both eyes and saw it was Julie. She had long blonde hair that fell halfway halfway to her waist. As I started to raise myself up I noticed that there was a definite discoloration in her nightie. From about where her hair fell on her back to the hem it was darker. It took me a few seconds to recognize that it was wet. In fact, where the material touched her butt it was almost transparent and I could clearly see her panties. I immediately lay back down but didn’t take my eyes off her. She retrieved some clothes from the dresser and tip toed out the door. I couldn’t believe it. I’d known Cliffy for a long time and had stayed over any number of times and had no idea that Julie had ever wet her bed... but she sure had that night. I’ll admit that with that knowledge I took a different interest in Juile. My big regret was that I didn’t get a chance to peek into the dresser... but I had “plans”.
Normally, when my own car was racing, I’d finish my shift with the car wash at 2pm and then go about the final preparations for the car. I had to ask Cliff (my boss) if I could still finish up at the same time so I could go help Cliffy. Reluctantly, he said “yes“. When I pulled into Cliffy’s yard the first thing I looked at was the clothes line hoping to see the evidence of Julie’s wetting but was disappointed as Saturday was the normal washday for his mother. I tried to find a way to get at least a peek of panties on the line but they were mixed in with all the other underpants so it was a waste of time. But I did make a mental note to check the line anytime I was there during the day in the future.
On top of everything else that was going on that weekend, Fred, my boarding school friend was coming out to see me along with his girlfriend, Liz. He’d gotten a Summer job with his father’s company but it required him to work three out of four weekends. This was his first free weekend and he’d been hoping to see my car race. As usual for Fred, he was staying at his girlfriend’s family Summer home so had to go and ”be nice“ before tracking me down. When he did I could see that Liz was less than excited about going to the races. I remember her sitting in the car, her back against the passenger door and pulling her legs up under her chin, more or less in resignation of the fact. Fred made no effort to placate her so after a while I went over just to make conversation. If you remember from my description of her in earlier chapters, she dressed in what could easily be called ‘frumpy” clothes, meaning they were loose fitting and showed no body shape at all. Sitting as she was, and with me looking in the drivers door window, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’m still not sure how she didn’t notice me staring at her crotch. The loose fitting shorts, especially around the legs, gave me a nice, wide ‘free show“. I’d never seen much of anything before this so that’s why I was so shocked. I’m sure she didn’t realize just waht was showing. Remembering from the Summer before when she’d loaned Elle some clothes. I pretty much knew what kind they were (Lollypop band leg cotton) but still enjoyed the view.
When I told her Elle wasn’t going that night she informed Fred that she wasn’t either. I got the immediate impression that he was sort of glad. At the races, Cliffy held his own... nothing really good or bad. The other car that his father owned won the main event so everyone that was with the two cars was excited. We celebrated by stopping for soft ice cream on the way home. Julie, his sister, had brought a classmate friend with her. Marissa wasn’t anything special to look at but seemed like a ”fun“ person. By the time we left for home, she and Cliffy were talking up a storm. After putting the cars into the shop Cliffy and I headed for bed. Julie’s room light was off as we walked past but it got my mind working again. We both wanted to take showers so I suggested that Cliffy go first. The bathroom was right next door so when I heard the water running I went to the dresser where Julie had been that morning. I gently pulled open the drawer that i’d seen her in and saw something that I hardy expected to see. There was a pile of cotton panties right there in front but what made me excited was that they had the same waistband that the panties I’d seen the twins, Penny and Pam, wearing at the sailing event. I quickly grabbed one and closed the drawer. Without taking the time to inspect them I stuffed then into my bag. As I sat down on the bed I could feel my heart beating and I also realized that I had a soft ”bulge“ in my pants.
I had a lot of thoughts that night as I tried to go to sleep. I think the main one was that there had to be a source for these panties somewhat local. Even though the twins lived near the city, they still spent three months in our area and Julie, as far as I knew, never went anywhere near the city. I pretty much convinced myself that there had to be a place where I could buy them locally... but how was I to find that place.
To be continued...
Cliffy, being the oldest, had always had the biggest bedroom and, after his younger brother was born, shared it with him. At some point in time the younger brother was given his own, smaller room. Julie, his sister, had always had her own room. However, after Cliffy left for the Navy she moved into his room. Since that room was the only one with two beds, Cliffy’s mother moved Julie back into her original room. This was all explained by Cliffy when we came upstairs to go to sleep. I didn’t care. All I wanted was a place to lay down.
I had to go be at work by 8am. Waking up was not a problem for Cliffy as his body was still on Navy time. He woke me up and headed for the shower. I lay in bed with half an eye open, putting off the inevitable. Then I saw a body come through the door and head for the big dresser. I knew it wasn’t cliffy because he was over 6 feet tall. I opened both eyes and saw it was Julie. She had long blonde hair that fell halfway halfway to her waist. As I started to raise myself up I noticed that there was a definite discoloration in her nightie. From about where her hair fell on her back to the hem it was darker. It took me a few seconds to recognize that it was wet. In fact, where the material touched her butt it was almost transparent and I could clearly see her panties. I immediately lay back down but didn’t take my eyes off her. She retrieved some clothes from the dresser and tip toed out the door. I couldn’t believe it. I’d known Cliffy for a long time and had stayed over any number of times and had no idea that Julie had ever wet her bed... but she sure had that night. I’ll admit that with that knowledge I took a different interest in Juile. My big regret was that I didn’t get a chance to peek into the dresser... but I had “plans”.
Normally, when my own car was racing, I’d finish my shift with the car wash at 2pm and then go about the final preparations for the car. I had to ask Cliff (my boss) if I could still finish up at the same time so I could go help Cliffy. Reluctantly, he said “yes“. When I pulled into Cliffy’s yard the first thing I looked at was the clothes line hoping to see the evidence of Julie’s wetting but was disappointed as Saturday was the normal washday for his mother. I tried to find a way to get at least a peek of panties on the line but they were mixed in with all the other underpants so it was a waste of time. But I did make a mental note to check the line anytime I was there during the day in the future.
On top of everything else that was going on that weekend, Fred, my boarding school friend was coming out to see me along with his girlfriend, Liz. He’d gotten a Summer job with his father’s company but it required him to work three out of four weekends. This was his first free weekend and he’d been hoping to see my car race. As usual for Fred, he was staying at his girlfriend’s family Summer home so had to go and ”be nice“ before tracking me down. When he did I could see that Liz was less than excited about going to the races. I remember her sitting in the car, her back against the passenger door and pulling her legs up under her chin, more or less in resignation of the fact. Fred made no effort to placate her so after a while I went over just to make conversation. If you remember from my description of her in earlier chapters, she dressed in what could easily be called ‘frumpy” clothes, meaning they were loose fitting and showed no body shape at all. Sitting as she was, and with me looking in the drivers door window, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’m still not sure how she didn’t notice me staring at her crotch. The loose fitting shorts, especially around the legs, gave me a nice, wide ‘free show“. I’d never seen much of anything before this so that’s why I was so shocked. I’m sure she didn’t realize just waht was showing. Remembering from the Summer before when she’d loaned Elle some clothes. I pretty much knew what kind they were (Lollypop band leg cotton) but still enjoyed the view.
When I told her Elle wasn’t going that night she informed Fred that she wasn’t either. I got the immediate impression that he was sort of glad. At the races, Cliffy held his own... nothing really good or bad. The other car that his father owned won the main event so everyone that was with the two cars was excited. We celebrated by stopping for soft ice cream on the way home. Julie, his sister, had brought a classmate friend with her. Marissa wasn’t anything special to look at but seemed like a ”fun“ person. By the time we left for home, she and Cliffy were talking up a storm. After putting the cars into the shop Cliffy and I headed for bed. Julie’s room light was off as we walked past but it got my mind working again. We both wanted to take showers so I suggested that Cliffy go first. The bathroom was right next door so when I heard the water running I went to the dresser where Julie had been that morning. I gently pulled open the drawer that i’d seen her in and saw something that I hardy expected to see. There was a pile of cotton panties right there in front but what made me excited was that they had the same waistband that the panties I’d seen the twins, Penny and Pam, wearing at the sailing event. I quickly grabbed one and closed the drawer. Without taking the time to inspect them I stuffed then into my bag. As I sat down on the bed I could feel my heart beating and I also realized that I had a soft ”bulge“ in my pants.
I had a lot of thoughts that night as I tried to go to sleep. I think the main one was that there had to be a source for these panties somewhat local. Even though the twins lived near the city, they still spent three months in our area and Julie, as far as I knew, never went anywhere near the city. I pretty much convinced myself that there had to be a place where I could buy them locally... but how was I to find that place.
To be continued...
Monday, July 16, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25d)
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Note: The next few days became very much disjointed as far as creating a time line goes. I can remember pretty much everything that transpired but not the specific order. I’m going to list the events and try to put them into a sequence. I apologize in advance if it all tends to get a little confusing.
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I’m pretty sure I had the opening shift at the gas station because I remember being surprised that Elle wasn’t at work when I took my lunch break, downtown. I made a quick trip home and when i got to her house her mother was just leaving to take the rest of her shift. She told me that it was “that time of the month” for Elle and she didn’t feel all that well. She was, in fact, telling me to leave. I managed to find the time to call later that afternoon and was told that she hoped to feel better the next day. That pretty much told me that she wasn’t interested in seeing me that night. That worked well for me because it allowed me to go help my friend Cliffy get his reacecar ready for Saturday night and his very first race.
I remember that we worked well into the early morning. I knew that two of my mother’s cousins were coming to spend the weekend but, because I hadn’t seen much of my mother over the past few days, didn’t know when they were arriving. When I got to the top of the stairs I saw that the “guest” room door was closed. But, when I walked into my room there was someone in my brother’s bed. (I realize that I haven’t mentioned him in quite a while. He managed to “flunk out” of the boarding school that I had graduated from . My parents found another that was willing to take him under the condition that he, again, attend Summer school.) I didn’t want to turn on the light to find out just who it was but assumed it was Fil, my mother’s male cousin. I was too tired to really care. When the alarm went off I was surprised to see that it wasn’t. It was the son of a friend of the family that I knew on an offhand basis.
(One of my father’s best childhood friends had joined the Navy during the 2nd World War and had stayed in after it was over. Raised on a farm, he had no desire to come home and become a farmer which is what his father had wanted. By staying in the service he had an excuse not to. But, when his father died he left the farm to the son. By the time he returned home he and his wife had three children, two girls and a boy. He sold his father’s farm as soon as he could and purchased a rundown old bar/restaurant with the idea of fixing it up. He. himself, had been a cook while in the Navy and his wife had some restaurant experience. When they returned my parents renewed thier friendship and when the restaurant opened opened, big supporters. I, because I was away at school, didn’t really get to know the kids even though one of the girls had graduated with Elle and Cliffy. In any case, sometime during the previous afternoon, their house caught fire and the mother, working in the kitchen, had been seriously burned. The father and kids went to the hospital to be with her and at some time my parents were called and told of the situation. My mother, always the benevolent one, offered to take the kids home for the night. It was the boy who I found in my room and it was the girls who were in the “guest” room.)
I, as usual, was running late and, in spite of my curiosity, chose not to wake him to find out why he was there. I got a good idea soon after arriving at work. Almost everybody was talking about “the fire”. One thing about a small town is that news travels fast. I waited to call my mother to make sure she was up and when I did I got the “scoop”.
I honestly don’t think I thought much about my second cousins who would be arriving on the evening train and where they would sleep. However, my mother did. Knowing that I was helping Cliffy work on his racecar at his house, my mother called his mother to ask if I could spend the next few nights with them. Of course she said “yes”. I didn’t find out about it until I went home for supper. I pulled in the driveway and was headed for Elle’s house to find out how she was feeling. I heard my mother calling and went back to be told of the arrangement. I was surprised because I could’ve slept on a sofa. I didn’t argue (I knew better!) but after eating I collected some clean clothes and then headed for Elle’s.
She didn’t look well ay all and she told me that if she didn’t feel better by the next day that her mother would call the doctor. Knowing her mother’s feelings about doctors I kind of got the feeling that it might be something serious. I went back to work and finished up and headed for Cliffy’s.
To be continued...
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Note: The next few days became very much disjointed as far as creating a time line goes. I can remember pretty much everything that transpired but not the specific order. I’m going to list the events and try to put them into a sequence. I apologize in advance if it all tends to get a little confusing.
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I’m pretty sure I had the opening shift at the gas station because I remember being surprised that Elle wasn’t at work when I took my lunch break, downtown. I made a quick trip home and when i got to her house her mother was just leaving to take the rest of her shift. She told me that it was “that time of the month” for Elle and she didn’t feel all that well. She was, in fact, telling me to leave. I managed to find the time to call later that afternoon and was told that she hoped to feel better the next day. That pretty much told me that she wasn’t interested in seeing me that night. That worked well for me because it allowed me to go help my friend Cliffy get his reacecar ready for Saturday night and his very first race.
I remember that we worked well into the early morning. I knew that two of my mother’s cousins were coming to spend the weekend but, because I hadn’t seen much of my mother over the past few days, didn’t know when they were arriving. When I got to the top of the stairs I saw that the “guest” room door was closed. But, when I walked into my room there was someone in my brother’s bed. (I realize that I haven’t mentioned him in quite a while. He managed to “flunk out” of the boarding school that I had graduated from . My parents found another that was willing to take him under the condition that he, again, attend Summer school.) I didn’t want to turn on the light to find out just who it was but assumed it was Fil, my mother’s male cousin. I was too tired to really care. When the alarm went off I was surprised to see that it wasn’t. It was the son of a friend of the family that I knew on an offhand basis.
(One of my father’s best childhood friends had joined the Navy during the 2nd World War and had stayed in after it was over. Raised on a farm, he had no desire to come home and become a farmer which is what his father had wanted. By staying in the service he had an excuse not to. But, when his father died he left the farm to the son. By the time he returned home he and his wife had three children, two girls and a boy. He sold his father’s farm as soon as he could and purchased a rundown old bar/restaurant with the idea of fixing it up. He. himself, had been a cook while in the Navy and his wife had some restaurant experience. When they returned my parents renewed thier friendship and when the restaurant opened opened, big supporters. I, because I was away at school, didn’t really get to know the kids even though one of the girls had graduated with Elle and Cliffy. In any case, sometime during the previous afternoon, their house caught fire and the mother, working in the kitchen, had been seriously burned. The father and kids went to the hospital to be with her and at some time my parents were called and told of the situation. My mother, always the benevolent one, offered to take the kids home for the night. It was the boy who I found in my room and it was the girls who were in the “guest” room.)
I, as usual, was running late and, in spite of my curiosity, chose not to wake him to find out why he was there. I got a good idea soon after arriving at work. Almost everybody was talking about “the fire”. One thing about a small town is that news travels fast. I waited to call my mother to make sure she was up and when I did I got the “scoop”.
I honestly don’t think I thought much about my second cousins who would be arriving on the evening train and where they would sleep. However, my mother did. Knowing that I was helping Cliffy work on his racecar at his house, my mother called his mother to ask if I could spend the next few nights with them. Of course she said “yes”. I didn’t find out about it until I went home for supper. I pulled in the driveway and was headed for Elle’s house to find out how she was feeling. I heard my mother calling and went back to be told of the arrangement. I was surprised because I could’ve slept on a sofa. I didn’t argue (I knew better!) but after eating I collected some clean clothes and then headed for Elle’s.
She didn’t look well ay all and she told me that if she didn’t feel better by the next day that her mother would call the doctor. Knowing her mother’s feelings about doctors I kind of got the feeling that it might be something serious. I went back to work and finished up and headed for Cliffy’s.
To be continued...
Thursday, July 12, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25c)
When I picked Elle up I was anxious to ask about her meeting with the Doctors but I could see she was apprehensive as we approached her house. I wanted to be supportive but with no information with which to work with I had to keep my mouth shut. In looking back on that day, it was the second time that I’d been able to stifle myself and didn’t put my foot in my mouth. I told her that I’d stop by in about an hour to pick her up. It took forever! Even my mother noticed my constant checking of my watch. When I finally showed up at her door she was wearing a dress that I’d never seen before. It was different as well. I now know it’s called a pinafore but I didn’t at the time. Being summer it was hot but with the rain it was very humid and she wanted to have as little on over her arms and shoulders. There wasn’t much, for sure. I could clearly see parts of her bra, which was something I rarely saw, and I liked it. By then the rain had stopped. I asked where she wanted to go and she surprised me by saying she wanted to take a walk on the beach.
It’d been a while since we’d done that. We walked to the East ending up down by the ”mansion“. Everything was wet... the sand, jetties and stairs, which didn’t make it easy to talk. As I looked around I saw the cement gazebo up above us that was at the edge of the property. There was a rumor that the owners had large dogs patrolling the property but I’d never seen them. I suggested that we at least go up and explore the gazebo and found that the floor was basically dry. We sat down using the pillars as back rests. To be sure our bottoms were dry we sat with our feet towards the center. I enjoyed watching Elle position herself as she exposed her panties enough that I was pretty sure that she wasn’t wearing a ”package" and was wearing just a single pair of nylon ones.
It took a while before Elle opened up to me as to what had transpired during her meeting with Carol’s parents. Once she did it was obvious that she was torn as to what to do. In sum, she was encouraged by what Carol’s father had told her in that there was definitely a procedure that could help, but not cure her. Carol’s mother had suggested a series of pelvic exercises to help with her bladder control. While all together, they had called Elle’s Doctor who had, with Elle’s approval (she was 18), agreed to share her medical records. He, being familiar with her mother’s fear of Doctors, agreed not to say anything to her parents. The bigger problem was how to pay for the procedure if she agreed to it. All in all, the situation left Elle in turmoil.
I pretty much just let Elle talk. When she was about done I remember asking if there was anything I could do. I also remember her getting up and crawling over to me and curling herself up in front of me (my legs were spread apart), wanting to be held. It was another of those “timeless” happenings in which time flew without anything to benchmark it’s passing. As gross as it may sound, it was a wetness under my thighs and butt that broke the silence. Elle had fallen asleep and had wet in her sleep. It was still daylight out and when I looked at my watch I quickly calculated that it had been over 2 hours since we’d left her house. Of course Elle was embarrassed. I tried to reassure her that it was OK by me... that I wasn’t upset and fully understood the situation. But, what the incident turned out to be was the “push” that Elle needed to make a decision. In the course of deciding what to do about our damp condition she announced that, some how, some way, she was going to pursue what Carol’s father had proposed.
There was no way that we were going to walk back home in that condition. It was getting dark but there was no way to hide the fact that Elle’s dress, as well as my jeans, were wet and in an embarrassing area. We walked down the stairs and into the water. In a moment of levity, I suggested that we go swimming. At first she recoiled and said “no” but before I realized it she was splashing me. It only took a few seconds for us to be in waist deep water. We didn’t swim but she ended up sitting on my lap with the water up around her chin. It was the first time a quite a few days that I’d held her this close. It felt good!
The was nothing really sexual that took place as I was still a bit tentative about where I stood as far as her being mad at me. I chose the “safe mode”. Maybe we stayed in the water 10 or so minutes and then started to walk home. It was chilly as the wet clothes clung to our bodies. We fabricated a story that we’d tried to go beyond the last jetty, down by the mansion, (it was possible but very difficult) and had fallen in. I don’t think my parents even knew but Elle took a little “heat” especially due to the fact that the dress was relatively new. When Elle came back outside she’d been “grounded” and couldn’t leave her yard. We ended up taking a beach towel out in the back yard and just sat and talked. It was all about how Elle was going to proceed with Carol’s father.
As I remember it, nothing much was decided and Elle finally went off to bed and I really don’t remember what kind of “good night” we had.
To be continued...
When I picked Elle up I was anxious to ask about her meeting with the Doctors but I could see she was apprehensive as we approached her house. I wanted to be supportive but with no information with which to work with I had to keep my mouth shut. In looking back on that day, it was the second time that I’d been able to stifle myself and didn’t put my foot in my mouth. I told her that I’d stop by in about an hour to pick her up. It took forever! Even my mother noticed my constant checking of my watch. When I finally showed up at her door she was wearing a dress that I’d never seen before. It was different as well. I now know it’s called a pinafore but I didn’t at the time. Being summer it was hot but with the rain it was very humid and she wanted to have as little on over her arms and shoulders. There wasn’t much, for sure. I could clearly see parts of her bra, which was something I rarely saw, and I liked it. By then the rain had stopped. I asked where she wanted to go and she surprised me by saying she wanted to take a walk on the beach.
It’d been a while since we’d done that. We walked to the East ending up down by the ”mansion“. Everything was wet... the sand, jetties and stairs, which didn’t make it easy to talk. As I looked around I saw the cement gazebo up above us that was at the edge of the property. There was a rumor that the owners had large dogs patrolling the property but I’d never seen them. I suggested that we at least go up and explore the gazebo and found that the floor was basically dry. We sat down using the pillars as back rests. To be sure our bottoms were dry we sat with our feet towards the center. I enjoyed watching Elle position herself as she exposed her panties enough that I was pretty sure that she wasn’t wearing a ”package" and was wearing just a single pair of nylon ones.
It took a while before Elle opened up to me as to what had transpired during her meeting with Carol’s parents. Once she did it was obvious that she was torn as to what to do. In sum, she was encouraged by what Carol’s father had told her in that there was definitely a procedure that could help, but not cure her. Carol’s mother had suggested a series of pelvic exercises to help with her bladder control. While all together, they had called Elle’s Doctor who had, with Elle’s approval (she was 18), agreed to share her medical records. He, being familiar with her mother’s fear of Doctors, agreed not to say anything to her parents. The bigger problem was how to pay for the procedure if she agreed to it. All in all, the situation left Elle in turmoil.
I pretty much just let Elle talk. When she was about done I remember asking if there was anything I could do. I also remember her getting up and crawling over to me and curling herself up in front of me (my legs were spread apart), wanting to be held. It was another of those “timeless” happenings in which time flew without anything to benchmark it’s passing. As gross as it may sound, it was a wetness under my thighs and butt that broke the silence. Elle had fallen asleep and had wet in her sleep. It was still daylight out and when I looked at my watch I quickly calculated that it had been over 2 hours since we’d left her house. Of course Elle was embarrassed. I tried to reassure her that it was OK by me... that I wasn’t upset and fully understood the situation. But, what the incident turned out to be was the “push” that Elle needed to make a decision. In the course of deciding what to do about our damp condition she announced that, some how, some way, she was going to pursue what Carol’s father had proposed.
There was no way that we were going to walk back home in that condition. It was getting dark but there was no way to hide the fact that Elle’s dress, as well as my jeans, were wet and in an embarrassing area. We walked down the stairs and into the water. In a moment of levity, I suggested that we go swimming. At first she recoiled and said “no” but before I realized it she was splashing me. It only took a few seconds for us to be in waist deep water. We didn’t swim but she ended up sitting on my lap with the water up around her chin. It was the first time a quite a few days that I’d held her this close. It felt good!
The was nothing really sexual that took place as I was still a bit tentative about where I stood as far as her being mad at me. I chose the “safe mode”. Maybe we stayed in the water 10 or so minutes and then started to walk home. It was chilly as the wet clothes clung to our bodies. We fabricated a story that we’d tried to go beyond the last jetty, down by the mansion, (it was possible but very difficult) and had fallen in. I don’t think my parents even knew but Elle took a little “heat” especially due to the fact that the dress was relatively new. When Elle came back outside she’d been “grounded” and couldn’t leave her yard. We ended up taking a beach towel out in the back yard and just sat and talked. It was all about how Elle was going to proceed with Carol’s father.
As I remember it, nothing much was decided and Elle finally went off to bed and I really don’t remember what kind of “good night” we had.
To be continued...
Friday, July 06, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25b)
The next day I discovered that my best friend Cliffy (who I failed to mention earlier had joined the Navy soon after graduation) was home on extended leave soon after arriving at work. He and two of his Navy buddies stopped by and wanted to get together that night “for old times sake”. Of course I wanted to see him so that precluded my quest to see Elle. He and his buddies had signed up for a hardship tour of duty which earned them extra leave. Cliffy had wanted to use the time to drive his father’s racecar. But, because they (the car and driver) were racing for the track championship, his father had said “no”. But, he’d been told that if he could find an old racecar for the right price that he could drive that. So, that night the four of us went on a mission to find a car for him. Because I’d been at the track for a month I pretty much knew those people who had cars but weren’t currently racing. Around 10pm or so we found one that didn’t need too much work and had a reasonable price. For Cliffy it was a profitable night. For me, even thought it was good to see him again, it left me pretty much down. I wanted to race so badly and just couldn’t afford to. Seeing cars that were capable of racing while mine was wrecked, hurt.
I’d switched off with Tony so didn’t have to go in until 10am. I hoped that I could catch Elle before that. I waited until I saw the shade go up in her bedroom and then waited some more until I saw her mother drive off to work before going over. To say my heart was pounding would be to put it mildly. I remember thinking I could feel it actually pounding in my chest as I stood at the screen door. I knocked and, Elle, not realizing it was me, started towards the door from the kitchen. As soon as she saw who it was she stopped. I don’t remember the words but I know I was pleading with her to at least come over to the door. I said my apology through the screen door. I remember that it was hard to see her expression because of where she was standing and the sun on the screen. It was awkward, for sure. When she didn’t respond verbally, I pleaded with her to at least say something. Finally she pushed the door open and I walked in. I remember that she had on a short summer night gown and when she walked over to the daybed that served as a couch I could see right through it. When she finally started talking it was to chastize me for a lot of things that I’d done that annoyed her. It sure took me by surprise. I really didn’t have much to say in response. (1).
Before I knew it the phone was ringing. It was my mother saying that the gas station had called wondering where I was. When I left Elle I didn’t really know if she’d accepted my apology or not but I did know that Carol was coming to pick Elle up to meet with her parents. I just didn’t know how to procede from there.
Carol solved that problem by stopping by the gas station while Elle was with her parents. She suggested that I find an excuse to visit Elle at the drug store that afternoon and that I bring some sort of present. I had no idea of what to bring but Carol had indicated that Elle would be receptive to seeing me. There weren’t a lot of choices for presents in our little town so I was left to struggle with that. A rain storm hit in mid afternoon forcing us to shut the car wash down. I took that as a “sign“ to take off and see Elle. When I climbed into my car I noticed some trash on the floor. It was for a Baby Ruth candy bar. Elle had an affinity for them and seeing the wrapper solved my problem. As strange as it may seem today but Drug stores didn’t sell candy in those days. A soda fountain and ice cream... yes. But candy? No. Around the corner was, believe it or not, a ”cigar store“. It sold all kinds of things... newspapers, magazines, candy, paper products, cigarettes and... cigars. I headed there and bought 5 of the Baby Ruth candy bars. The owners‘s wife waited on me and I asked her if she had a small piece of ribbon. When I explained what I wanted it for she took them from me and disappeared into the back of the store. When she returned they were all tied together and there was a bow on the top. I asked her how much it cost and she handed it to me and smiled.
I’ll bet I paced back and forth in front of the drug store at least three times. From the street I couldn’t see but a small part of the counter where Elle worked so I wasn’t even sure she was there when I walked in. I felt better immediately because she smiled as soon as she saw me. When I pulled the package out from behind me she actually giggled. I was glad that there were no customers in the store at all. I walked to the open end of the counter to hand the candy to her and she gave me a peck on the cheek. It was progress! But it still was awkward. The owner, the pharmacist, was in the back so I hesitated to respond physically, even though I wanted to. Of course I was interested to find out what had transpired with her meeting with Carol’s parents but didn’t dare to ask. When the first customer walked in I took my leave, promising to pick her up at 6pm.
As I drove back to work I felt the best I had in a long time. I couldn’t wait until work was over. Not knowing how I stood with Elle, I’d told Cliffy I’d go to the races with him that night. At that moment my priority was Elle so had to face telling Cliffy that I wasn’t going to the races. As it was still raining I started praying that it would continue. It did. Whew!
To be continued...
The next day I discovered that my best friend Cliffy (who I failed to mention earlier had joined the Navy soon after graduation) was home on extended leave soon after arriving at work. He and two of his Navy buddies stopped by and wanted to get together that night “for old times sake”. Of course I wanted to see him so that precluded my quest to see Elle. He and his buddies had signed up for a hardship tour of duty which earned them extra leave. Cliffy had wanted to use the time to drive his father’s racecar. But, because they (the car and driver) were racing for the track championship, his father had said “no”. But, he’d been told that if he could find an old racecar for the right price that he could drive that. So, that night the four of us went on a mission to find a car for him. Because I’d been at the track for a month I pretty much knew those people who had cars but weren’t currently racing. Around 10pm or so we found one that didn’t need too much work and had a reasonable price. For Cliffy it was a profitable night. For me, even thought it was good to see him again, it left me pretty much down. I wanted to race so badly and just couldn’t afford to. Seeing cars that were capable of racing while mine was wrecked, hurt.
I’d switched off with Tony so didn’t have to go in until 10am. I hoped that I could catch Elle before that. I waited until I saw the shade go up in her bedroom and then waited some more until I saw her mother drive off to work before going over. To say my heart was pounding would be to put it mildly. I remember thinking I could feel it actually pounding in my chest as I stood at the screen door. I knocked and, Elle, not realizing it was me, started towards the door from the kitchen. As soon as she saw who it was she stopped. I don’t remember the words but I know I was pleading with her to at least come over to the door. I said my apology through the screen door. I remember that it was hard to see her expression because of where she was standing and the sun on the screen. It was awkward, for sure. When she didn’t respond verbally, I pleaded with her to at least say something. Finally she pushed the door open and I walked in. I remember that she had on a short summer night gown and when she walked over to the daybed that served as a couch I could see right through it. When she finally started talking it was to chastize me for a lot of things that I’d done that annoyed her. It sure took me by surprise. I really didn’t have much to say in response. (1).
Before I knew it the phone was ringing. It was my mother saying that the gas station had called wondering where I was. When I left Elle I didn’t really know if she’d accepted my apology or not but I did know that Carol was coming to pick Elle up to meet with her parents. I just didn’t know how to procede from there.
Carol solved that problem by stopping by the gas station while Elle was with her parents. She suggested that I find an excuse to visit Elle at the drug store that afternoon and that I bring some sort of present. I had no idea of what to bring but Carol had indicated that Elle would be receptive to seeing me. There weren’t a lot of choices for presents in our little town so I was left to struggle with that. A rain storm hit in mid afternoon forcing us to shut the car wash down. I took that as a “sign“ to take off and see Elle. When I climbed into my car I noticed some trash on the floor. It was for a Baby Ruth candy bar. Elle had an affinity for them and seeing the wrapper solved my problem. As strange as it may seem today but Drug stores didn’t sell candy in those days. A soda fountain and ice cream... yes. But candy? No. Around the corner was, believe it or not, a ”cigar store“. It sold all kinds of things... newspapers, magazines, candy, paper products, cigarettes and... cigars. I headed there and bought 5 of the Baby Ruth candy bars. The owners‘s wife waited on me and I asked her if she had a small piece of ribbon. When I explained what I wanted it for she took them from me and disappeared into the back of the store. When she returned they were all tied together and there was a bow on the top. I asked her how much it cost and she handed it to me and smiled.
I’ll bet I paced back and forth in front of the drug store at least three times. From the street I couldn’t see but a small part of the counter where Elle worked so I wasn’t even sure she was there when I walked in. I felt better immediately because she smiled as soon as she saw me. When I pulled the package out from behind me she actually giggled. I was glad that there were no customers in the store at all. I walked to the open end of the counter to hand the candy to her and she gave me a peck on the cheek. It was progress! But it still was awkward. The owner, the pharmacist, was in the back so I hesitated to respond physically, even though I wanted to. Of course I was interested to find out what had transpired with her meeting with Carol’s parents but didn’t dare to ask. When the first customer walked in I took my leave, promising to pick her up at 6pm.
As I drove back to work I felt the best I had in a long time. I couldn’t wait until work was over. Not knowing how I stood with Elle, I’d told Cliffy I’d go to the races with him that night. At that moment my priority was Elle so had to face telling Cliffy that I wasn’t going to the races. As it was still raining I started praying that it would continue. It did. Whew!
To be continued...
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25a)
By the time I got home it was dark. I had to tell my parents about my day and show my trophy off to them before showering and trying to go find Elle. When I walked outside all the lights at her house were out. I remember feeling really stupid as I thought back on the previous night. I decided to walk out to the water. In all that had been going on I’d failed to notice that there was “life” at the house next door. I honestly don’t remember which one it was that had died, the lady or the man, but the house hadn’t been opened for the Summer as it normally was. But I noticed a light on in the living room as I walked past. As I’ve previously written, the owners had three daughters and they had taken turns visiting with them along with their families for weeks at a time in previous Summers. It made sense to me that it had to be one of the daughters. I walked up to window and peeked in. I could see a female, curled up in a wicker chair, reading. What caught my attention was that, because of the position she was in, I could see the part of her panties that rode on her hip. I stood there for about a minute and then moved on out front. The last thing I needed right then was to have my mother catch me peeking into the house. I finally came in and went on up to bed. It was another long, pretty much sleepless, night.
I don’t remember the details of the next morning. I know that Elle’s shade was still down in her bedroom window and that I had been right about that it was one of the daughters who was staying next door with her family. I’d pretty much worked out an apology to Elle during my sleeplessness but had to figure a way to give it to her. It became obvious, to me, that she was avoiding me when I called her home and was told by her mother that she wasn’t there. I didn’t want to go to the drug store to apologize with the possibility of other people being around so decided to wait.
Help came in an unexpected way. Buddy and Carol stopped at the gas station to get her mother’s car washed. While out of the car I asked Carol if Elle had spoken to her yet. Carol gave me a puzzled look which indicated to me that she hadn’t. Carol, now curious as to what it might be about, asked. At this point I knew I was in trouble. She wouldn’t let up on me until I “spilled the beans”. When I did I told her about when Elle had told me and about my less than enthusiastic response and that Elle hadn’t spoken to me since. I remember Carol saying she’d “take care of it” when she and Buddy left.
I didn’t find out about what I’m about to write until a few days later. Carol had Buddy drive her to the drug store where she went in to visit with Elle. The long and short of it was that Carol proceeded to get Elle to explain, in detail, what had happened between Elle and I. Even though I’d told Carol that Elle was leaning towards meeting with her parents about her “problem” she wanted to hear it from Elle herself. Because of the nature of the subject and the fact Elle had customers to wait on, Carol suggested that she come back and pick her up to take her home that night, allowing them some privacy. When she did Elle agreed to the meeting and Carol was to set it up. However, I did not know it.
In the meantime, Elle continued to avoid me. It was frustrating, to say the least. As far as the racecar was concerned we pretty much agreed to “take a break” and reassess our whole situation. On the one hand I was disappointed but the reality of it made sense. Here I’d been home for a month and not had any real time to devote to Elle... and because of it was paying the price right at the present. What I had to concentrate on was getting Elle to see me so I could apologize.
That night, with no Elle and no racecar to work on I was “lost”. I decided to stay home and wait for Elle to get home from work. I sat on the back porch so I could see all the cars as they came and went. That way I could, hopefully, get over to Elle’s before she disappeared inside. But I ended up having my attention diverted. The people who were staying next door drove into their driveway. One of their children was a teen aged girl. I immediately recognized her as the female who’d been sitting in the chair the night before. She wasn’t pretty in the typical sense but had a cute smile. It had been a few years since I’d seen the family and the kids had grown quite a lot. I didn’t remember their names but the mother recognized me and called me over to reintroduce her to her daughter. The girl’s name was Marge and she was almost as tall as me. (6’1“) It was awkward at first but after the typical “small talk” I ended up being invited over to their house to share in the ice cream that they had, ironically, purchased at the drug store where Elle worked. Marge curled up in the big wicker chair that I’d seen her in the night before and I sat across from her. Once her brother had finished his ice cream he left the room. I couldn’t stop looking at Marge because, sitting that way, I could see about six inches of her panties sticking out from under her shorts. I kept catching myself... and blushing. In thinking about it I’m not sure she didn’t do it on purpose. In any case, I enjoyed that part of my evening. Actually, it ended up giving me something pleasant to think about when I went home and to bed.
To be continued...
By the time I got home it was dark. I had to tell my parents about my day and show my trophy off to them before showering and trying to go find Elle. When I walked outside all the lights at her house were out. I remember feeling really stupid as I thought back on the previous night. I decided to walk out to the water. In all that had been going on I’d failed to notice that there was “life” at the house next door. I honestly don’t remember which one it was that had died, the lady or the man, but the house hadn’t been opened for the Summer as it normally was. But I noticed a light on in the living room as I walked past. As I’ve previously written, the owners had three daughters and they had taken turns visiting with them along with their families for weeks at a time in previous Summers. It made sense to me that it had to be one of the daughters. I walked up to window and peeked in. I could see a female, curled up in a wicker chair, reading. What caught my attention was that, because of the position she was in, I could see the part of her panties that rode on her hip. I stood there for about a minute and then moved on out front. The last thing I needed right then was to have my mother catch me peeking into the house. I finally came in and went on up to bed. It was another long, pretty much sleepless, night.
I don’t remember the details of the next morning. I know that Elle’s shade was still down in her bedroom window and that I had been right about that it was one of the daughters who was staying next door with her family. I’d pretty much worked out an apology to Elle during my sleeplessness but had to figure a way to give it to her. It became obvious, to me, that she was avoiding me when I called her home and was told by her mother that she wasn’t there. I didn’t want to go to the drug store to apologize with the possibility of other people being around so decided to wait.
Help came in an unexpected way. Buddy and Carol stopped at the gas station to get her mother’s car washed. While out of the car I asked Carol if Elle had spoken to her yet. Carol gave me a puzzled look which indicated to me that she hadn’t. Carol, now curious as to what it might be about, asked. At this point I knew I was in trouble. She wouldn’t let up on me until I “spilled the beans”. When I did I told her about when Elle had told me and about my less than enthusiastic response and that Elle hadn’t spoken to me since. I remember Carol saying she’d “take care of it” when she and Buddy left.
I didn’t find out about what I’m about to write until a few days later. Carol had Buddy drive her to the drug store where she went in to visit with Elle. The long and short of it was that Carol proceeded to get Elle to explain, in detail, what had happened between Elle and I. Even though I’d told Carol that Elle was leaning towards meeting with her parents about her “problem” she wanted to hear it from Elle herself. Because of the nature of the subject and the fact Elle had customers to wait on, Carol suggested that she come back and pick her up to take her home that night, allowing them some privacy. When she did Elle agreed to the meeting and Carol was to set it up. However, I did not know it.
In the meantime, Elle continued to avoid me. It was frustrating, to say the least. As far as the racecar was concerned we pretty much agreed to “take a break” and reassess our whole situation. On the one hand I was disappointed but the reality of it made sense. Here I’d been home for a month and not had any real time to devote to Elle... and because of it was paying the price right at the present. What I had to concentrate on was getting Elle to see me so I could apologize.
That night, with no Elle and no racecar to work on I was “lost”. I decided to stay home and wait for Elle to get home from work. I sat on the back porch so I could see all the cars as they came and went. That way I could, hopefully, get over to Elle’s before she disappeared inside. But I ended up having my attention diverted. The people who were staying next door drove into their driveway. One of their children was a teen aged girl. I immediately recognized her as the female who’d been sitting in the chair the night before. She wasn’t pretty in the typical sense but had a cute smile. It had been a few years since I’d seen the family and the kids had grown quite a lot. I didn’t remember their names but the mother recognized me and called me over to reintroduce her to her daughter. The girl’s name was Marge and she was almost as tall as me. (6’1“) It was awkward at first but after the typical “small talk” I ended up being invited over to their house to share in the ice cream that they had, ironically, purchased at the drug store where Elle worked. Marge curled up in the big wicker chair that I’d seen her in the night before and I sat across from her. Once her brother had finished his ice cream he left the room. I couldn’t stop looking at Marge because, sitting that way, I could see about six inches of her panties sticking out from under her shorts. I kept catching myself... and blushing. In thinking about it I’m not sure she didn’t do it on purpose. In any case, I enjoyed that part of my evening. Actually, it ended up giving me something pleasant to think about when I went home and to bed.
To be continued...
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