AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38e)

When I woke up I could see sunlight peeking around the curtains. I looked at my watch and was shocked to see it was after 9am. I don’t know why but I slid my hand down to Elle’s crotch. Even through the plastic I could feel it was very warm... and squishy. It was obvious to me that she’d slept through her next alarm... and more. I figured that she'd gotten up around 3am and it was now 6 hours later. She should’ve gotten up at least 3 times and she was lying there, still asleep. Then I became worried that the plastic panties might’ve leaked so I felt all around her butt. Fortunately, everything was dry.

As angelic as she looked while asleep I knew I had to wake her up. When I got her to open her eyes we snuggled for a bit and, even though I was definitely ”excited”, made a concerted effort to get her up and out of bed. I got out on my side and walked around to the other side to pull her up. When I accomplished this I put my arms around her and we stood there hugging and kissing for a few minutes. I remember her asking what time it was and if she’d leaked onto the bed. She was surprised at how late it was and I remember her taking one hand and feeling her plastic panties. I also remember her having a sheepish smile on her face.

We walked to the bathroom and she immediately stepped in to the tub. That was a surprise. I asked why and she said I’d soon see. She pulled the plastic pants down and stepped out of them. Then after a few seconds I saw a stream of pee flowing from the crotch of the panties she still had on. I won’t say I was shocked but I was surprised. I honestly don’t remember who spoke first or what exactly was said but the gist of the action was that she was going to pee anyway and she thought I’d appreciate it. I did! Immensely! In retrospect, it was a reinforcement of her commitment to me.

I peeled the wet mass off of her and then pulled the soggy pads from the panties as she took a quick shower. While I was doing this there was a knock on our door. I was naked but I quickly grabbed my pants from the recliner and ran to the door. It was housekeeping, wanting to make the bed. I told them we weren’t ready and to come back later. Elle, hearing the conversation had quickly finished her shower and, with a towel wrapped around her, was picking out clothes to wear. I had hoped to pick out what she would wear but, because we were both hungry and because I was fully expecting to spend most of the day studying, figured it didn’t matter since she’d probably acquiesce to my desire to be in just underwear when we got back. It only took a few minutes for us be ready and on our way.

Breakfast was filling and we didn’t waste too much time. Elle had set a goal of eight hours study time for the day. Getting a late start meant we’d probably be studying into the evening, not something I was looking forward to. We walked back into the room and immediately smelled pee. Walking in from the fresh outside air it was a bit of a shock. The bed had been made and all the towels we’d used to soak up pee and to bathe with had been removed and replaced with clean ones. My next thought was that they hadn’t found the sheet in the tub. Wrong! But, what I found in the bathroom were the three pair of peed in cotton panties that I never washed out. My face immediately flushed. It was bad enough that the sheet was wet but leaving Elle’s panties on the floor wasn’t good. And then there was her protective sheet/pad. We’d left that draped over the back of the recliner. I went over and took a sniff and the pee smell was certainly there. I remember wondering if the housekeeper had gone into the office to report what she’d found. I certainly wasn’t going to go ask.

Elle said we’d have to open the door to air the room out before she could start to study. I volunteered to wash the protective pad and the panties out and as I did Elle took one of her books out to study in the car. I was sort of upset. I’d fantasized that upon our return we would, again, strip down to our underwear to study. With the door open and all the warm air escaping I knew it’d be a while before that would happen.

When I finally shut the door it was pretty chilly in there. Elle, sitting in the car, was completely involved in her studies. There wasn’t much I could do but wait. When Elle came in to use the toilet she did bring her book but I knew it wasn’t a good idea to ask her to strip right then. I wasn’t very happy but I kept it to myself.

It was early afternoon when Elle said she was hungry. The room had warmed up nicely, almost to the point that it was really too warm to have clothes on. But I had the patience to wait. When Elle went to use the toilet I followed her in. At that point I was hoping to just get a feel of her panties after she peed but she told me to wait until we got back. I was really in no position to argue.

Lunch was a rather quiet affair. I’ll admit I was sulking a bit. Right from the time that the housekeeper knocked on the door not much had gone the way I wanted it to. Upon our return to the room I made the comment that the room was really too warm to be in clothes. I saw Elle with an impish smile and knew that everything was pretty much back to the way I’d hoped it would be. She said she’d give me 15 minutes and then it was back to the books. I walked up to her, gave her a kiss and started to undress her. It was fun. But, what was more fun was when she started to undress me! Then, a big surprise. she got up, took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. I wasn’t really sure what was going to happen but I knew that the 15 minutes was almost up. As soon as we got inside the room she turned to me, wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me. What could I do but hug her back and start kissing her. Then she took one of my hands and placed it between her legs. This, for sure, was different. Very rarely did Elle take the initiative. Almost as soon as my hand touched her panties I felt a nice wet warmness. It wasn’t a lot and, because she’d chosen to wear the Carter’s heavy cotton panties, it wasn’t as sensuous as I liked. But, she’d done it on her own and that meant a lot. We stayed like that for a minute or two and then she spun away, sitting on the toilet but still in her panties while she peed. I got a minute or so rubbing her like that and then she jumped up and kind of slapped me on the head telling me to get to studying.

She took a hand towel with her and headed for the bed. That was different. I watched her set up the pillows behind her and start to read. I took the desk chair and placed it at the foot of the bed. That gave me a good view of her crotch. Studying was NOT on my mind!(4)

AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38d)

As I said, it was an effort in futility. By the time she got there she’d peed her bladder empty. When she turned to sit on the toilet I walked up to her and kissed her, squeezing her wet pantied butt as I did it. I quickly moved one hand around so as to get into the leg opening of her panties and she willing let me. When she could take no more she backed away. As worked up as she appeared to be I thought this would be the time to strip her panties off and actually see her naked. NOT! It puzzled me to no end but not enough to deter me for what I deemed to be both our goals at the time.

When we got back to the bed I was surprised to see that in spite of her ”accident“ when she was on top of me that my side of the bed wasn’t all that wet. I climbed in first and she lay on top of me, my penis between her legs. I swear we didn’t move at all but within seconds I felt that pulsing sensation. Talk about disappointment... for both of us.

We lay there like that for a few minutes and then I rolled her off and on to her side. I stayed snuggled up to her with my left leg wedged between her legs and up into her crotch. The next thing I knew I felt a tickling sensation on my right upper thigh. As I opened my eyes I could see that she was asleep. It only took a few seconds to realize that she was peeing in her sleep. I shook her awake but by then the ”damage“ had been done. I pulled my leg out and separated myself from her just a bit. I was up on one arm and could look down at our hips. We were in a puddle of pee. Our combined weight had created a small crater and the pee had pooled itself right there. Her protective pad was keeping it from the mattress but the regular sheet was soaked.

What to do? We both knew that we didn’t want to make any more of a mess than we already had. With me weighing more than Elle I suggested that I’d stay in the puddle and she’d go get a towel to soak up the puddle. Once that was accomplished we both agreed that we needed a shower. I had ”come to life“ by then and as we stood by the tub waiting for the water to get warm I gave her a big hug and kiss. I grabbed her butt again and her wet panties were molded to her body. I just knew that I’d finally get to see her naked. But... she stepped into the shower... with her panties on.

I offered to wash her if she’d wash me. Such a deal! I made another half hearted attempt to peel her panties off but still met with resistance. I remember looking down at the now totally translucent panties and seeing her pubic hair through them. She was blond down there as well and I could even see that. Exasperated, I tried, one more time, to reason with her and, miracle of miracles, this time won out. She wasn’t totally comfortable but was accepting to the extent that we soaped ourselves up and then ”scrubbed“ ourselves clean by rubbing belly to belly.

That is still one of my favorite memories. We probably spent a half hour in the shower. Still soaking wet I stepped out of the tub and, with the top seat down, sat on the toilet. I held up a towel for Elle and helped her out. But I guided her into a straddling position on my lap. I’m sure your imaginations don’t need details for what happened next. It was a wonderful, unplanned, experience.

When things ”wound down“ we were faced with a very wet bed. Elle insisted on putting on a ”package“ and I asked if I could help her. She’d told me how she did it and, of course, I’d felt it a few times but this was something I really wanted to see. She started with a pair of the Carters heavy cotton ”Spanky Pants“. The next step was to put a sanitary pad inside them, just as if she was on her period. Next was adding a pair of the heavy cotton Nazareth panties that I’d brought for her. Before they were all the way up she added two more sanitary panties, side by side, inside them. The extra wide crotch of these panties allowed for them to fit. Then, it was time for the plastic panties. I stepped back to take this sight in. I almost laughed. Here she was, naked except for these comical looking ”poofy“ plastic panties. I actually had to look away to keep her from seeing me smiling. She was going to put her pajama top on but I offered her a T shirt. I wanted to be able to feel her flesh when we were in bed and cotton flannel wasn’t going to cut it.

Next we had to figure out what to do with the bed. We pulled the wet sheet off and threw it in the tub. Her waterproof sheet/pad had a layer of flannel and it was wet as well so we took that off too. Then we took the top sheet and put it on the bottom. By then it was after midnight and we just feel into bed with a light blanket over us.

Elle was asleep in minutes but I lay awake for a long time. Elle had brought her alarm clocks to wake her up for the bathroom and I heard the first one go off. She actually slept through it so I shook her awake. When she returned from the bathroom we snuggled, face to face, and then we both fell asleep.

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AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38c)

I stopped the car by the office when I saw the lady who’d been so nice behind the desk. I went in and thanked her again and also asked if there was a nearby diner. She said to get out on the main drag and drive for about 4 or 5 minutes and I’d see one that was open for truckers all night long. My father had told me that if truckers ate at a place you could be pretty sure the food was good so we had a plan. Not only was the food good but it was fairly inexpensive as compared what I paid when Elle and I would go out to eat in her college town. The waitress guessed that we were newly married and we didn’t tell her we weren’t. But just hearing that made us both feel more relaxed about what we were doing.

The euphoria was broken when, on the trip back to the room, Elle reminded me that it was to be a ”study weekend“ and that she wanted to get in at least two hours before ”anything else“. There wasn’t much I could say. At least we were alone together and there was still a lot of time to go, including two whole nights. When we got back into the room we took the time to take a close look at it. There was a vinyl couch and recliner along with a table with chairs and a full sized desk. There was also a black and white TV on a metal stand with wheels. The bed was a double (which was as big as they came in the 50’s) with plenty of room on both sides. You could’ve had a party in there without crowding. As we walked around I flipped the thermostat up. Elle took off her coat and retrieved her books while I put her suitcase on the bed. I was trying to find the right words to suggest that we study wearing just our underwear. I can’t remember the exact words but I know I used ”be comfortable“ when I mentioned it. Her first reaction was a frown but, surprisingly, she didn’t say anything negatively. I remember going up to her and asking for a kiss before we started to study. I guess we'd been so nervous about what we were doing that right from the time I saw her walking up to the sorority until now we hadn’t kissed or hugged. Not even when I was rubbing her wet panties when she was peeing in the toilet. That question was the right one and at the right time. The kiss was an extended one and led to some extra ”fooling around“ before she put a stop to it by saying ”STUDY!“. But it was obvious that she was ”hungry“ and that’s when I asked if she’d take her clothes off and just study in her bra and panties. She hesitated for a few seconds and then, with a smile, said OK, as long as she didn’t get cold and that I wouldn’t touch her for the whole two hours. That was easy to agree to as I had a very good idea what was to follow... and it was only a two hour wait. I immediately kicked the thermostat up some more as I watched her step out of her skirt and slip, smiling.

She chose to sit at the desk and I took up a good viewing position in the recliner. I know I wasn’t getting anything out of what I was reading as I kept one eye on her. I honestly don’t know how long she’d been at the desk when she got up and headed for the bathroom. When I got up to follow her she reminded me, with a smile, that I couldn’t touch her. But it didn’t stop me from talking to her and summoning up the courage to ask her to pee through her panties. She stopped, gave me a ”look“, and then tried to separate the two pair she had on. But the sight of the toilet and her need for it was too great. That few seconds that she hesitated trying to pull down just the cotton panties was enough for her to start peeing. As she did she gave me a ”you win“ look and just sat on the toilet. I could hear the pee splashing in the bowl and I was as hard as a rock again. Boxer shorts do not offer any resistance. I stood at the doorway watching. She wouldn’t look at me while she was peeing but after a minute or so she looked at me and asked if I was happy. I gave her a BIG smile back.

She wanted to change and get washed up but I persuaded her to stay in the wet panties as it wasn’t long before we’d be going to bed. She took one of the hand towels when she got up and put it on the desk chair. I went back to watching her.

One thing about Elle and her studies... it had to be perfectly quiet. No casual chat, radio or TV. So I just sat watching her. I hate to admit it but I actually fell asleep. What woke me up was Elle attempting to sit on my lap. It only took a few seconds for me to feel the warmth of her damp panties. I quickly ”sprang to life“ and she couldn’t help but notice as she playfully guided it between her legs. This time there was no doubt as to interest as she undid her bra (something I always struggled with). I grabbed a handful and started gently stroking the nipple with a finger. She squealed and wiggled a bit. Then she spread her legs which I took for an invitation to visit ”the promised land“. I was only inside the legs elastics a minute when she jumped up and ran to the bed. Her suitcase was still on it. She opened it and quickly pulled what looked like a folded table cloth. She lay it on the bed and motioned for me to move the suitcase. As I did she peeled back the covers and the sheet on her side. At first I was puzzled. But as she unfolded the material I figured out that it was a protective sheet. She spread it out on her side and then put the regular sheet back. When she finished she lay down on the bed and asked what I was waiting for. I didn’t have an answer so climbed in beside her. No sooner had I snuggled up beside her and she popped up sitting/straddling me and began to tickle me. I’m not ticklish but she is so I returned the favor. It only lasted for a few seconds before I felt something really warm on my groin. She was laughing so hard that she didn’t realize what was happening at first. When she did she spun off me and onto her side. She ended up sitting on the side of the bed, not moving. I asked if she was OK and she said that if she moved she was going to ”pee everything“. As wet as I was I thought she already had. She asked me to go get the towel off the desk chair and when I did she stuffed it between her legs and waddled towards the bathroom. Talk about an effort in futility! I’m smiling, and getting hard, as I write this, remembering this pretty blond haired girl waddling, half stooped over, with a towel between her legs and wearing nothing but wet panties and heading for the bathroom.

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AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38b)

I pretty much tapped out my bank account when I left school. I knew the big cost would be the motel and that we’d have to stretch a bit on the food. I pulled up in front of the office and went in to register. I was met by a stern looking man who looked older than my father. When I told him I wanted a room he said he didn’t think he had any available. It was just about dark and there were only a few cars in the parking lot. I questioned him about that and he said something about not running ”one of those kind of places“. Being somewhat of a ”smart ass”, I asked what he meant. He pointed to Elle sitting in the car and said he knew what we were up to or something like that. My “smart ass” persona now in full gear, I told him he didn’t know what he was talking about and that we were married. Before he could say anything I told him I’d go get Elle and prove it. It was probably my agitated voice that did it but all of a sudden this matronly woman appeared. I was headed for the door to get Elle when she did and she asked what the problem was. Before the man could answer I piped up that he wouldn't rent my wife and I a room. Before he could say anything I continued on that we’d gotten married right before college started and that we really hadn’t had a honeymoon and were taking this weekend to celebrate it. By then the woman had moved over in front of the man and immediately started in on him. Shortly thereafter she said for me to go get Elle so she could meet her. I figured, why not? When I got to the car I told her to turn her engagement ring over to hide the stone and to make it look like a wedding band and to just go along with the fact that I’d told them we were married.

By the time we got back inside the lady was behind the desk and directed us to come over there. The man was gone. She was smiling and apologetic for his behavior. She told us that it was so wonderful that were were married and continuing with our education. Then she told us that we could have “The Suite” for the same price as a regular room. Of course we had no idea what the difference was. I thanked her and paid for two nights, glad to “escape”.

The room was at the end of the building and there were no cars down there at all. It was completely dark out when we got our things out of the car. Elle was in a rush to get in the room and that told me something. It was about 3pm when we’d stopped and it was now close to 6. I opened the door and turned on the light. The room was huge. Even though Elle needed to get to the toilet she stopped to just to look. In all the traveling I’d done with my parents I’d never seen a motel room this big. When she started for the bathroom she started to pull the hem of her skirt and her slip up around her waist. Before she made it to the door I could see a trail of pee. I dropped her bags and followed her in, turning on the light as I did. She was trying to hook her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties when I caught up to her and I grabbed her by the hips and made her sit on the toilet. She didn’t resist at all. (1)

Seeing the trail of pee made me almost instantly hard. Elle didn’t resist as I thrust my hand between her legs and into the warm stream of pee. Being that her panties were nylon I had no trouble finding what I was looking for. Elle tolerated the rubbing for a minute or two and then indicated that she wanted me to stop. I did and she told me that there would be plenty of time for “that” after we got something to eat. My thoughts hadn’t factored in eating. Neither of us had eaten anything for lunch and, for Elle, it had been since 7 something in the morning. I knew it was useless to ask her for just a little more. I’d been through that scene before.

When she stood up she was still holding her skirt and slip around her waist. I clearly remember her asking me “What now?, but in a nice way. The only thing I could think of was to suggest she put on a pair of the heavy cotton panties. She didn’t say anything except to tell me to get a pair from her her small case. As a graduation present she’d been given a 3 piece Samsonite set of luggage and the case was a part of it. I’d dropped it just inside the door so went to retrieve it. I was so excited that I didn’t pick it up but opened it right there on the floor. As I did I saw two things. On one side was a pile of cotton panties and on the other was a stack of sanitary napkins. I knew that she’d had her period during the week as it has started the previous weekend so couldn’t fathom the sheer number of pads that I saw. I didn’t say anything but just grabbed the first pair of panties. They happened to be one of the Nazareth ones that I’d bought for her the previous year. She was standing in the doorway to the bathroom and I went to my knees to help her step into them. What a view! The nylon panties were wet up into her pubic area and what was under them was very plain to see. But I didn’t dally, just pulling them up so she could finish the job.

To this day I can’t really explain the feeling I get when I know exactly what any female is wearing for panties. But, when I know that they’re wet it’s unbelievable. As we left the room I was still as hard as I’d been when I saw Elle walking across the floor, peeing.

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AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38a)

When I was young I remember how long the week before Christmas seemed to take. That next week was just like that. Classes took forever to get over. Trying to study was a waste because all I’d do was fantasize the way I hoped the weekend would be like. The only thing that took my mind off of it was harassing the pledges. With “Hell Week” to start at 6pm on Sunday, right after Fall party weekend ended, it seemed like a good idea. The pledge master was a bit slack in keeping them on their toes and I, along with the “Unholy Alliance, decided to ratchet things up with them. As long as I was busy with them I wasn’t thinking about Elle and the upcoming weekend.

My focus continued to be on the three pledges that I described in a prior part but I was definitely involved with the others as well. Each night, Monday through Thursday, we ran them ragged. I’m not sure which night it was but it was a memorable one as far as the hazing went. We had decided not to send them out on a forced march but to just get in their faces, all night long. I won’t waste time describing the specifics but suffice it to say that we really got their attention. Some of the ”looks“ we got were deadly. We just laughed.

I continued to deliver the pies for Mrs T and Joanne. When I told Mrs T that Elle wasn’t coming for the weekend she was disappointed. She’d offered to have Elle stay with them so I wouldn’t have to move from my room which I thought was really nice. I hated telling her and I also didn’t relish telling her that I wouldn’t be delivering the pies for the weekend. She wanted to know what I was up to and I came up with some lame excuse.

I think the only reason I got any sleep on Thursday night was that I was probably half drunk. I know that I was so excited to get to Elle on Friday that I cut my afternoon class. On the drive over to her school I began to have second thoughts about that. I coveted my three cuts to use in an ”emergency“ and this was certainly no emergency. I’d be to Elle’s almost an hour before she would be done with her last class.

Being early meant that I’d have to find a place to park while waiting for her. Since the town put a 15 minute parking restriction on the street the sorority was on it had become very difficult to find a parking place. On a couple of nights I'd used the side street that led up to the main campus. It was a one way street with houses only on the right hand side. There were usually a few spaces available on the left side so I headed there. When I used that area in the past it was before all the leaves had fallen off the trees. As I walked down the hill I stopped at the top of some steps. I couldn’t remember if I’d really paid any attention to them in the past but I stopped and looked down the hill. Through the bare tree limbs I could see a garage and a clothes line. There were some clothes on the line but I couldn’t see just what they were. I did know that the property of the houses on the main drag went all the way back to the hill I was on, even Elle’s sorority. But these stairs, about 30 or so steps, led into the back yard of one of them. The question was, which one?

As I continued down the hill to the street I tried counting the number of houses I could see through the bare trees. Once on the street I counted them back. The house with the stairs was one of the sororities. A very interesting discovery!

I met Elle as she walked up to the sorority. She could see that I was hyper and sort of laughed. My continuing fantasy, all week long, was that we would spend most of our ”study time“ in our underwear. Of course I hadn’t mentioned it to Elle. I wanted to make sure that she packed plenty of panties but didn't know how to broach the subject. I hadn’t given any thought to the fact that, with her ”problem“, she’d have to pack plenty of them just to sleep in. So, I ended up embarrassing myself by mentioning it to her. She gave me another of ”those“ looks that I hated. Just as she was about to go inside I, with a plaintive plea, asked her to pack some extra nylon ones. Another ”look“.

I hadn’t discussed where we were going with Elle because I hadn’t decided myself. I knew we would head South. The nearest city was about 30 minutes away but it was another college town and I wanted to go somewhere where there was no chance of anyone we knew seeing us. Another option was a city right at the state line. The problem with that was that Elle’s school was a state school and about 95% of the students lived within the state. Because it was so close to both our schools I had some serious doubts about it but headed that way anyway. We talked about it and when we got to the city limits we stopped so Elle could use the bathroom. Then we rode around a bit and decided to continue on. I didn’t have a road map for the next state so just stayed on the same route. It was about an hour later that we came to the outskirts of another city. We drove past a nice looking motel but drove on a bit further. Not seeing anything nicer I turned around.

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BACK ON CAMPUS... Adjusting (Part 37f)

The next visit to see Elle (that I remember) was the weekend that served as her school’s Fall party weekend. It was the weekend right prior to my school’s Fall House Party. They called it “Homecoming” and always included a football game and a parade of floats that were prepared by the fraternities and sororities. The year before, Elle, as a pledge, was deeply embedded in the preparation of the float. This year, as a full “sister”, she was supposed to be able to take a more laid back role. When I’d called I had told her that I’d take her out for supper so when I arrived I just pulled into the driveway, thinking that she’d be waiting and would just get in the car and we’d be off. WRONG! As I pulled in I saw a lot of activity in the back yard by the carriage house. I went back and saw that the float that they were supposed to be working on was basically bare and that there was a lot of “hand wringing” among the sisters.

What had happened was that the farmer that the sorority had negotiated with for a flatbed wagon had forgotten about it. When they went out to the farm they found that it was being used. In a panic they went from farm to farm before finding a one that was suitable and available. Instead of being able to work on it for two or three days they only had Friday night and early Saturday morning. What the real problem was that this farmer told them they could not use nails and/or screws to attach their displays. When I walked up there were two other guys. There were also about 30 girls, all talking at once. I surveyed the situation and seeing just what had to be attached (shaped chicken wire forms) I came up with a suggestion. Of course, whenever one does that, that person is given the job. I found Elle and told her I had to go downtown to get baling wire to solve the problem. What I found sort of interesting was that the girls still hadn’t started to ”stuff“ the forms with the tissues (Kleenex) that were necessary to create the story that they wanted to tell. I told her to get them started but not to do the bottom three rows of holes and that I’d be back in a while.

What I did was to wrap the wagon bed with multiple loops of wire to which the forms could then be attached. The girls worked on the ”stuffing“ inside the carriage house until curfew. We couldn’t attach the forms until the morning because, once on the wagon, they wouldn’t fit through the door. That meant we had to get back on the job early next morning. It was ”interesting“, watching how girls worked as opposed to how guys work. In any case, I didn’t get to see Elle alone that night.

Saturday morning dawned cool but clear. The girls all had Saturday classes but usually only one. When I arrived I found only a handful available to finish working on the float. But, what I found especially exciting was that all the girls who were there to work were wearing skirts or dresses. They were required to wear them to all their classes and I sure was glad. Once the forms were placed on the wagon I started attaching them. The girls, to finish their ”stuffing“, had to work up on the platform and, because it was only the lower part of the form that they needed to address it meant that they, for the most part, had to squat down to do it. With me on the ground it was a perfect venue for upskirts. At one point I remember looking at three white crotches almost at once. It lasted for about a half hour. My guess is that I got to see at least ten different girls. If there was a problem it was that only a couple were even ”cute“. I do remember one who caught me looking and then continued to ”flash“ me. Even if she wasn’t a beauty I wasn’t about to complain.

Everything was done in time for the staging of the parade and by then all I was interested in was being alone with Elle. There was a dinner dance that night for the sorority and I knew that would cut into my ”private“ time with her. I’d been trying, for a few weeks, to get her to let me know if she was going to come over to my school’s Fall party. She was concerned that the week following was her mid semester exam week and that if she did come over that she wouldn’t be prepared for them. Grades were very important to her especially since she would be practice teaching in the Spring semester and she wouldn’t be graded for that time. So, a good bit of our afternoon private time was dedicated to discussing that topic. I was upset that she wouldn’t make up her mind and she was upset that I kept pressing her about it. That sort of set the ”tone“ for the rest of our time together.

Because it was a semi-formal affair, she wanted to get back to the sorority early to get ready. I had to get to Donnie’s house to get changed as well so nothing was decided. It didn’t take long for me to get ready and as I waited for the time to pass to go pick her up an idea struck me. The more I thought about it the more excited I got. I couldn’t wait to see her and to share it with her. Unfortunately, though, Elle committed me to taking her roommate, Lois, and her date.

I can’t tell you how hard it was to keep quiet. Once at the venue I kept looking for a way (and place) to get her alone. But, it just wasn’t working out for me. From the height of excitement I’d fallen into a pit of frustration. Each time I seemed to have an opening something happened to close it. Even though it was fairly cool out I finally persuaded Elle to come outside with me. She seemed more perturbed than anything else, even with my jacket over her shoulders. She was sure it had to do with my party weekend and she wasn’t yet ready to decide. I got her attention when I told her that I’d pretty much decided that I didn’t want her to come. That actually shocked her. Like most females, she immediately jumped to a conclusion that I was going to get another date. I’m still shaking my head at that. It just shows the convoluted thing that goes on in the mind of a female.

By the time I got her off that thought I was getting cold. I finally grabbed her by her arms and asked if she remembered how we’d sometimes talk (dream) about having a few days completely alone. (We’d usually do that after we had a particularly ”good time“, if you know what I mean) She admitted that she did and, as soon as she said ”yes“, I blurted out that we could go off alone for that whole weekend. She looked at me like I’d lost my mind... but she did give me the opportunity to explain my thought.

It probably seemed to her that I was babbling I was talking so fast. She had major concerns and I had answers for all of them... but she didn’t (or couldn’t) understand me. We ended up going out to my car to continue talking and for me to get warm. By the time I got her to understand the whole plan she was excited as well.

To sum it up: She was to put in for permission to come over to my school but we would end up someplace, to be determined later, for Friday night, all day Saturday and return to her school in the early afternoon on Sunday. It was to be a ”study weekend“ and I had to promise that I’d study as well. By doing that, she’d get her study time and we’d be together like we really wanted to be. As much as we had enjoyed some of our past ”private time“ together it always ended with us separating. This would be different... very different. By the time we went back inside we were both VERY excited!

BACK ON CAMPUS... Adjusting (Part 37e)

When I was finished with my deliveries I headed back to my room. I picked out the few panties that I felt warranted attention and stuffed them in my pockets and went up to my room. Since I didn’t have anything worth all that much I never locked the door and, unless I was asleep, left the door wide open. My room was at the end of the hall which only had a small window at the top of the stairs. The hall was always dark even when the sun was out and, since my room (and door) were at the end of the hall, the light from my window was a big help. But, on this afternoon, I closed the door.

The one pair that particularly interested me was made of a material I’d never, consciously, heard of... acetate. It was like nylon or rayon except that it seemed a little heavier and stiffer. The label read “Isis”. I’d never seen it before. One other thing that I noticed was that the crotch, although not as big from front to back as the ones I liked, was wider than most panties. It was about the width of the heavy cotton “Nazareth” panties I’d bought for Elle. They looked like they were new and had no staining in them at all. I knew I wanted to see Elle in them and set them aside.

Another pair had a Mojud label in them. I knew I'd seen panties with that label and, after a while, realized that I'd seen them when I got a peek in the panty drawer of Julie, the K's daughter. I wondered if one of the pledges has taken them from the clothes line out back. These were exciting because, if they belonged to Julie, I now had a pair and every time I saw her would have an idea of just what she was wearing. Also, they did have some noticeable staining even though they’d just been washed. I had definite plans for them! I know there was another pair that I took a close look at but they didn't have a label. They did have a very different elastic waistband which intrigued me.

It was around this time that I had my first “encounter” with Helga. She’d gotten a job at the Inn, working in the kitchen. It was perfect for both her and her husband. Since they didn’t have kitchen privileges at the K’s, they had to eat somewhere. So, basically, she worked for the meals that they both ate. Since I didn’t spend much time in my room during the day (or night, for that matter) I didn’t see much of her or her husband. I know it was a Friday and I was headed to see Elle after making my deliveries. I’d forgotten something and had to stop at the room to get it. When I went bounding up the stairs I saw Helga standing outside the bathroom with the door closed. I said “Hi” and ran down the hall. With the door open I had a clear view of her and I could see her fidgeting, moving from foot to foot. I walked down the hall and asked who was in the bathroom and she said “Julia”. Julie, the K’s daughter was a cheerleader and at the High School football game on Friday afternoons. I wondered why she was home. I knew that she was a “bathroom hog” so told Helga to pound on the door and tell Julie that she need to get in. As I mentioned before, Helga was very shy. She just smiled meekly at me and then looked away. I figured I had nothing to lose so I knocked loudly on the door. Helga was alarmed by my action so I headed back to my room to get whatever it was that I was looking for.

A little background here... Right from the time I started staying at the house that Fall, I noticed that whenever Helga or her husband would leave the room they would lock the door behind them, even if someone was still in the room. I’ve mentioned that this was a very old house so the latches and lock were external to the door and not mortised into the door itself. The keys were of the skeleton type and the locks were noisy when used. “Clik... KLUNK” was what I’d hear. Sometimes I’d see or hear one or the other of them fumbling, trying to get the key engaged. In the whole year that my old roommate, Bob, and I had lived there we never once locked the door. I couldn’t figure out why the new people were so paranoid.

Back to the situation... Just as I was about to leave my room I saw Helga rushing down the hall towards me. Since the doorway to her room was right there, I had to wait for her to get out of my way to get past. As I stood there watching her jiggling from foot to foot, trying to get the key in the latch, I heard her say something in German in an exasperated tone. Finally the key engaged and she opened the door and darted in, slamming it behind her. I don’t know what made me look down but I did and there was a small puddle. I couldn’t help but smile as I felt a soft bulge start in my pants. As I went down the stairs I remember thinking that Julie’s selfish ways had struck again.

While I’m on the subject of the K’s, when I returned it was also a surprise to me to find that Mrs K had taken a job. The prospect of two kids in college at the same time had hit and they had decided that it was necessary. It was a typical 9 to 5 job at the Town Hall and within easy walking distance. Not that it was important to me but, without her being home all day I didn’t have to worry as much about breaking her rules. I found out, quite by accident, that Helga was allowed to do their wash there. One morning, on my way to class, I followed her down the stairs with a wash basket under her arm. When I saw her walking through the living room I thought it was strange. Then on another day, I had stopped at the room after classes and saw her walking from the back yard with the wash basket with folded clothes in it. I don’t remember how I asked her but she, in broken English, said that Mrs K had told her that she could use their washing machine. Not that I wanted to do my own wash or anything but, after a year of living there and having no access to the K’s house, I felt that it was sort of unfair that she did.

As I mentioned, I didn’t find Helga particularly pretty but, on any given day could be described as cute. I’m not sure why I hadn’t taken any interest in her panties but I really hadn’t. With the door to her room locked at all times and not really seeing her all that much I guess I suppressed it. It wasn’t until after her “accident” in the hall that I even gave it much of a thought. After discovering that her wash was being hung out in the backyard I vowed to make an occasional afternoon stop at the house to check.

BACK ON CAMPUS... Adjusting (Part 37d)

Sometime after the evening meal some (or all) of us would go down town to the Stone Jug and pretty much polish off a pitcher of beer each. Then we’d go back to the fraternity and rouse the pledges and have them do a myriad of nasty things. We were often joined by a lot of the other “brothers” but it was clear that we were now leading the charge. Each of us took a turn in coming up with some sort of ordeal for the pledges to endure including forced marches and scavenger hunts. I was the one who came up with the items for the hunt and, as you can imagine, panties were on the list. You have to realize that these all took place in the dark and usually after 10pm. You also have to realize that we were in a rural area and also that most homes didn’t have clothes dryers. That meant that when clothes were put out on the line to dry and they didn’t, they were left on the line overnight.

I’d tried to scout the area each night, just before dark, looking for more than just a few filled clotheslines. On the night that the pledges were sent on the hunt I truly felt that they would be able to find more than a few. No two lists were the same but over half had panties listed. They had around four hours to find and return the items to the fraternity. It was one of the few “tests” that the pledges undertook without supervision which meant that the “brothers” stayed at the house and partied. Because I was so interested in the results I tempered my drinking so I could make an honest appraisal of their “loot”. As I remember it, each had to bring back about seven or eight items which included such disparate items as pitchforks, wooden pails/buckets, a Packard hood emblem and a street sign.

By the time the pledges started returning most of the other “brothers” had disappeared. As luck would have it, the first to return was the one who I’d bet wouldn’t get all his items. I think I lost $5 which was a huge amount at the time. Over half the guys managed to fill their lists. That mean that they earned an exemption from the forced march that was scheduled the next night that it rained.

Even though the panties were primarily for my pleasure, I found it interesting just how much interest the rest of the “Alliance” and other “brothers” showed in them. I think we got back around 8 0r 9 of them. Some were of no interest as they were humongous and only worth a deriding remark. But there were a few that certainly had interest for me. My problem was in how to pull them out from the rest without drawing attention to myself.

One of the Senior “brothers” had a friend who was a cop. He put a damper on our little party when he told us that we could probably get arrested for theft. I, for one, hadn’t given any thought to that. We decided that we better get the stuff out of the house as quickly as possible. Because I lived downtown they dumped most of the things into my car, including the panties. I didn’t know what I was going to do with the stuff and was particularly concerned about the next morning when daylight would expose a lot of it in the car. I remembered that there was a railroad siding in one part of the town. I drove past it a few times and, after locating the one police car in town parked, as usual, at the edge of town, made straight for the siding. It took me all of about 10 minutes to empty out all the junk except for the panties and some other items clothing. I left them in the trunk and then headed for my room. It was about 3am.

I really wanted to check out the panties. If they hadn’t been damp I might’ve done it at that time. I left them spread out in the trunk to dry, figuring on checking them out in the morning. However, I overslept and, rather than taking a “cut” from class, drove my car up on campus. I knew that it was a “no no” but had been told that there was a place behind one of the maintenance buildings that didn’t get checked all that often. Being late wasn’t good but it was better than a “cut”. I lucked out and didn’t get a parking ticket. Somehow I managed to forget about the panties in the trunk. When classes were over I headed for the farm to pick up my pie deliveries. I still can’t believe I’d forgotten about the panties but it was a real shock when I opened the trunk to put the pies in it. I couldn’t immediately tell if Mrs T had seen them but I started stammering (and perspiring) and tried to block her view. She knew something wasn’t right. I put one pie in and, while holding the other in my left hand, tried to sweep the panties and other clothes aside so she wouldn’t see them. I remember talking a mile a minute and it probably came out as babble. When we’d finished loading as many as I could get into the trunk I slammed it shut. What a relief. Mrs T asked what it was that I was hiding in there and I think I told her that it was clothes that I’d gotten sick in or something like that. She gave me a disapproving look but, thankfully, didn’t pursue it any further. I never did know, for sure, if she’d seen any of the panties.

To be continued...

BACK ON CAMPUS... Adjusting (Part 37c)

It was getting late and I knew we weren’t going to make it back in time for Joanne to help in milking the cows. I also knew it was useless to try and change her mind so we continued on our way. I don’t think she spoke a word the rest of the way back. When we arrived I drove up as close to the house as I could get. I figured she would make a mad dash for the door but she remained in the truck. I’d started unloading some of the apples onto the porch when I heard her father yelling from the milking barn wanting to know where Joanne was. At first I didn’t know what to do. I got along well with her mother but her father always seemed a bit distant. I went to the passenger door window and passed on the “message” to Joanne. I honestly thought that would motivate her to move, but it didn’t. Her father continued to call for her and finally I saw her mother headed our way.

I met her at the back of the truck and told her I thought that Joanne had an “accident” and was too embarrassed to get out of the truck with me there. She went up to the truck door while I continued to move more of the apples. I didn’t see Joanne get out but I did get a glimpse of her walking up to the house with her mother. Even though it was getting dark and Joanne’s coveralls were of dark denim I could see that her whole backside was even darker. Had it been anyone but Joanne I might’ve enjoyed the sight. But I was concerned about her psyche. She’d made such progress since I first met her and I could only hope that this wasn’t a setback.

Mrs T came back outside and asked me to stay for supper. She said it was the least she could do for me after having given up a whole afternoon. At first I thought it wasn’t a good idea, thinking that my staying would put more pressure on Joanne than she already had. But Mrs T persuaded me. She was good at that.

I ended up moving most of the apples down into the root cellar. Joanne never did go out to the milk barn. When I was finished I went into the house to wash my hands and Joanne was there in the kitchen, setting the table for supper. As soon as she saw me I could see her blush as she looked away from me. At that point I wished I’d said “no” but I was already committed.

I was almost as uncomfortable as Joanne when I followed her into the living room. When she saw me she started to turn away. I called her name, probably a little sterner than I should’ve. The look on her face told me that I’d gotten her attention. I really didn’t know what I was going to say. I remember telling her that what had happened, although embarrassing wasn’t “the end of the world” and that I fully understood just how she felt. As soon as I said it I wished I hadn’t. She immediately looked down. We were probably 10 to 12 feet apart at that point. I, more or less, knew that I’d made the situation worse but continued talking. Long story short... I ended up telling her about Elle’s “problem”. On the trip to the orchard I’d told her almost everything, but that, about Elle. My memory of it is that she didn’t believe me at first. The point I remember stressing was that Elle, in spite of her “problem” was living a fairly normal life and that she had let it "get to her". The first thing that Joanne said was something along the lines of “That’s terrible...”. I remember jumping on that and telling her that it wasn’t. I told her that people didn’t judge her on that but accepted it because she was such a nice person. People who cared about her (and I stressed that I certainly did) overlooked it and made their decisions about her based on other more important things. At that time I could see that she had relaxed a bit and continued on. I told her that what had happened in the truck didn’t change anything between us. I told her that it wasn’t her fault and she’d done nothing wrong.

She wasn’t ready to do a dance or anything but clearly she was more at ease with me. I think it was about then that her mother showed up and we joined her in the kitchen. Joanne hadn’t returned to the comfort level that we’d shared in the truck on the way to the orchard but I was satisfied that my talk had helped. I remember thinking that if and when I ever brought Elle to the farm I would have to make sure that Joanne didn’t bring up the subject of Elle’s “problem”.

The fact that I’d been working after classes and living at the racetrack those first few weeks of the semester meant that I really didn’t have a good “read” on the pledges to the fraternity. I’d heard that they really weren’t an impressive group at all. I’ll admit that having heard that I was pretty biased in my first observations of them. The fraternities on campus were put into general categories. There were the “jock” houses who focused on getting the athletes and a couple of “preppie” houses for those who were viewed as being elitist. There were also houses for the “nerds” (now called dorks) or “unibrains”, as we called them. The majority of the houses were considered to be “party” houses and mine fell into that category. What I didn’t realize at first was that after my class had been admitted there was a huge upheaval in the administration. The first thing that was done was to totally restructure the admissions procedure. At the time I applied the college was considered one of the best Liberal Arts schools in the East. Although academics was important, having well rounded students was given almost as much attention. But, starting with the class that was now in their Sophomore year (and were pledges) a whole lot more emphasis was put on academics. The pledge class that I was observing showed it. The group, as a whole, just didn’t seem to have any personality as compared to my class and the guys who were Seniors. We had “characters” galore. After watching the 25 or so pledges go through various hazing exercises I couldn’t find but two or three that left any sort of impression. The rest were sort of "faceless". There were a bunch of us who decided to really “ride” the group and hope that some would just drop out. At that time it was about 3 weeks until “Hell Week” (which included initiation) began. That was the beginning of “The Unholy Alliance”.

To be continued...

BACK ON CAMPUS... Adjusting (Part 37b)

I’d set my class schedule up so that my first class wouldn’t be until 10:30am so that I’d be able to continue to work at the racetrack. That meant I now had a heavy afternoon schedule. I was fortunate to get two “seminars” (three class sessions combined into one) along with a regular 50 minute class (for three separate sessions). On MWF I was done around 2pm and and on Tues and Thurs. around 3:30pm. A few days after visiting the farm I got to thinking that I could really deliver Joanne’s pies Monday through Friday with the only inconvenience was in getting over to Elle’s college an hour or so later. I know it was mid week when I returned to the farm and my offer was readily accepted. I was told that my “pay” would be a warm piece (large) of apple pie and a glass (or more) of really fresh milk. It was a deal!

It was in my second week of delivering that Mrs T asked if I could do her (and Joanne) a big favor. They were just about out of apples and wanted me to drive their stake truck up to the orchard and get a fresh supply. It wasn’t something that I would’ve ordinarily volunteered to do but when Mrs T said that Joanne would go with me, how could I say no. The truck was pre 2nd WW Ford and looked pretty ragged. The fact that I’d never driven any other type truck than a pick up was a little daunting but when Mrs T said she’d been driving it for years sort of shamed me into it.

Joanne was in the milk barn washing down the floors when her mother told her of our impending trip. As usual while working in the barn, Joanne was in her coveralls. She had on a pair of rubber boots that were way too big for her. She looked pretty goofy and I’ll admit that I was surprised to see that when she took them off she had her shoes on under them. She didn’t complain about being relieved of her chores as she absolutely hated working in the barn. We headed right for the truck with Joanne giving me directions.

The orchard was about 40 miles due North. The roads she had me on were very narrow and bumpy rural roads and I had a hard time keeping the truck on the road. It seemed like it has a mind of its own, wandering from side to side without me turning the wheel. I was reluctant to go over 40 miles an hour, fearing I’d end up wrecking us. Joanne was quite talkative and we discussed any number of things. I got the answer to why I’d seen so many panties on the washline that first day I’d stopped back in (as well as in a subsequent visit) as her older sister had graduated from college and taken a job at a nearby city. She would make a trip home on the weekends and would leave her wash. We also discussed boys, in general, as well as her feeling about them. As I interpreted it, she was just super shy around them so she still didn’t have a boyfriend. I was able to glean the fact that she did have sort of a crush on a boy from church but he didn’t know about it. That conversation eventually led to me and Elle. I gave her my background with her and the time up to our secret engagement. I left out Elle’s “problem” and just talked about our relationship. Joanne wanted to meet her and I told her that if Elle did come to the college’s Fall House Party I’d bring her out to the farm. By then we were at the orchard.

It was a big orchard and Joanne directed me to an open sided tin roofed shed somewhere in the interior of it. There were about six or so large wooden bins under the roof that held the picked apples. We’d brought a bunch of wooden bushel baskets and took them under the shed. Joanne told me which bin to go to and to make sure the apples didn’t have bruises or rotten spots. She went to another bin and we started filling the baskets. It was obvious that she’d done this before as she had about two filled for one of mine. When all our baskets were filled I loaded them on the back of the truck. We were about ready to leave when this man showed up and Joanne went over to him to pay for the apples. She seemed very sure of herself and I was impressed.

The trip back home was much different. Joanne was quiet and I, trying to be funny, chided her on it. She wasn’t interested. I wondered what had happened to change her mood so severely. I had my hands full keeping the truck on the road so really couldn’t take a good look at her and had to take just quick peeks. Finally, I pleaded with her to tell me what was wrong. I could barely hear her when she told me that she had to go to the bathroom.

I swear I wasn’t happy with that news in spite of some of the things I’ve written. I truly cared about the self worth of this girl and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that her admitting to needing a toilet was very hard and very embarrassing to her. I honestly was embarrassed for her and really wanted to help her, in spite of my proclivity to wetting. I’d noticed on the way to the orchard that there were only two named “towns” on our entire route and neither would realistically qualify as being a town. They both had a post office but only one had anything more and it was a small general store with but a single gas pump and certainly didn't offer a restroom. I tried to think of something to ease her plight and the only thing was to find someplace to pull off the road and to let her find a place to hide while relieving herself. On that particular stretch of road the only place that I could realistically pull off was at a “turn around” used by the snow plows during the winter. It was wide open and there was no place where Joanne could be hidden from cars going in either direction. I tried to reason with her that if she just squatted next to one of the truck tires that no one would be able to see her. But she would have none of it. That was when I first got the notion that she had already wet herself.

To be continued...

BACK ON CAMPUS... Adjusting (Part 37a)

I ended up rooming with the “K’s” again... not really by choice. During the Summer, my roommate from my sophomore year, Bob, and another fraternity brother decided to start a campus business. Bob and I were scheduled to live at the fraternity house and had a room set aside for us. But, they decided that it would be best for the business if they roomed together. With me at the track (and no such thing as a cell phone), Bob never got in touch with me to let me know. I wasn’t planning on living at the fraternity until after AJ shipped the horses and my job with him was over. So it was quite a shock to find out that I really didn’t have a room at the house. I made a half hearted effort to find someone to room with but quickly decided that I really didn’t want to live with any of the guys who were also looking. I knew that the big room that Bob and I shared at the “K’s” was not available because Professor K had told us in the Spring that he was renting it to a new German instructor and his wife. I took a chance that the little room that John, the other “brother” who lived at the house with us, was available. It was and my having a car eliminated one of the biggest problems living downtown. I wasn’t thrilled but it was acceptable.

The room seemed smaller than I had remembered. There was a chifferobe to hang some clothes and also had a few drawers in it. There was a small desk and a single bed and barely enough room to turn around. But it was decidedly cheaper than the fraternity or what the big room had cost the year before. I moved my stored things in but continued to sleep at the track until the horses shipped out in late September. Upon my return I found that the old problem of Julie, the K’s daughter, and bathroom use was still around. She was now a Senior in High School and, since she’d had the bathroom to herself all Summer, had gotten back into the habit of hogging it. The fact that there was also another female to share that bathroom with didn’t help matters either.

The couple seemed quite nice. He was an American who had gotten his advanced degree in German in Germany and, while there, had married a German girl. She wasn’t what I’d call pretty but I considered her to be “cute”. She struggled with her English which made her quite shy. She had almost black hair and her name was Helga. I think I saw her all of three times my first full week back at school.

I’d changed my major from Economics to Psychology at the end of my sophomore year. I’d not done particularly well with the prerequisite courses in Economics and didn’t particularly like the head of the department. I’d also taken the prerequisites for Psychology and done fairly well. The professors and instructors were a younger group and I liked them. I also had a lot easier time accepting and understanding the principles of psychology and had used some of them in understanding Joanne’s situation with her parents. It seemed like a good idea.

One of the first things I did upon returning to campus full time was to drive out to the school sailing facility. I had just assumed that all I had to do was show up for practice and would automatically be on the team. After all, I’d been on the Varsity team in the Spring. But, the coach didn’t see it that way. I’d not told him of my plans about working and since I hadn’t shown up for tryouts... I was off the team. I was hurt but learned a lesson. The one good thing was that it gave me my afternoons back. As I’d mentioned in earlier posts, my farmer friends, the “T’s” lived on the road to and from the lake. I’d not seen them since they’d come up to the track right after I’d started working there in early Summer. I felt bad that I’d made no effort to contact them during the rest of the Summer so decided to stop in to say “hello”.

I couldn’t have scripted my arrival any better than it was. Mrs T was taking wash off the line as I pulled into the yard. She saw me drive up and waved to me. I headed right towards her and when I was about 10 or so feet away she swept a sheet off the line and handed one end to me to help her fold it. What was then exposed on the line were more than 20 pair of panties blowing in the wind. I had to really concentrate on Mrs T and the sheet to keep from embarrassing myself. She asked all the usual stuff while she proceeded to gather the panties and some bras off the other line. I could feel the bulge growing in my pants. Trying to be helpful I offered to carry the wash basket up to the house. Right on top were two neatly folded piles of panties. The top pair on one of the piles had the crotch facing right towards me and I could see a slight discoloration in it. That led me to believe that they belonged to Joanne. Mrs T, walking ahead of me, kept up a line of chatter all the way to the house. That allowed me to closely study the panties without being noticed. I remember trying to figure out why there were so many. With only Mrs T and Joanne living there it seemed like a lot for just two people. The last I knew Joanne wasn’t having the same problems like she’d had when I first got involved with the family and I certainly wasn’t in a position to ask.

As soon as I walked in the kitchen the smell of fresh baked apple pie was in the air. Since it had been over three months since I’d seen Joanne she’d fallen back to being somewhat shy in my presence. Mrs T made an attempt to take care of that by telling me that Joanne was now baking pies for the Inn in town as well as the one in the next town to the South. To accomodate the expanded business, another oven had been added. Being a large kitchen the new addition fit right in without overcrowding. There was also a rolling metal rack that held well over a dozen pies. I was truly impressed and expressed it to Joanne. Mrs T was obviously proud of her and that made me feel good as I remembered Mrs T telling me how she felt it was both hers and Mr T’s fault that they had “pushed” Joanne to be just like her older sisters. It seemed like Mrs. T was now satisfied that Joanne was her own person.

Mr T walked in while we were talking and reminded Mrs T that she needed to deliver the ordered pies so she could be back in time for “chores” (milking the cows). I piped up that I could do it if it would help. I remember getting a wonderful smile from Mrs T when she heard me make the offer. She quickly wrote out where the deliveries were to be made. When I looked at it I was surprised to see a couple of fraternities including my own. I was even more impressed. During this whole verbal exchange Joanne had stood quietly by. When Mrs T pushed the cart to the porch she followed and helped load them into my car. I think I had to deliver 10 pies in all. Joanne was standing by my my car door when I went to get in and as I stepped in she said “Thank you” and smiled for the first time. I left feeling both good and bad. Bad because I’d ignored them all Summer even though I was only 20 miles away and, good because Joanne was doing so well. I vowed to come back soon.

BACK TO SCHOOL (& Elle)... (Part 36d)

It wasn’t quite as warm as it had been the day before and the wind was fairly strong. As we stood by the barn trying to decide the best place to lay out the towel I noticed that there appeared to be two ruts among the tall weeds. I suggested that we take a walk to see where they went. Elle wasn’t all that anxious to do it but she did follow me once I started walking. Time wise I don’t remember how long we walked but It wasn’t all that far before we came upon a small stream. There were a lot of rocks lining it and it was hard to follow it because of them. I took off my shoes and socks and Elle slipped off her sandals and we began walking out in the stream. The water was cold and we hadn’t gone all that far when Elle said that it wasn’t a good idea. I had no idea what she was talking about. Once I turned and looked back at her I knew. She had a big smile on her face and may have even been laughing. She’d been holding her skirt up since we stepped into the water and I could see her peeing into the stream. With a smile on her face I knew she wasn’t upset. She pointed to my almost instant bulge and I’ll admit that I was embarrassed. I shouldn’t have been.

We’d danced around my interest in her wetting for years. She’d make a comment, sort of noting it, and then, for whatever reason, the talk would end. Not wanting to upset her by showing undo interest in the topic I’d just let it go. But, down deep inside I really wanted to discuss it. As I’d mentioned way back when Elle was getting ready for her ”procedure“, I was a bit concerned that if it turned out that it cured her that she’d be reluctant to wet, willingly, for me. But, when I saw that smile on her face and me just standing there all red faced, there was nothing I could do but acknowledge it. I walked back to her and made straight for her crotch with my right hand and straight for her lips with mine. If we weren’t standing in the stream I’m sure we would’ve ended up horizontal within a few minutes. Elle made no effort to keep my fingers from getting into her wet panties and it got really ”hot“ until we ended up almost falling into the stream. We made our way to the shore but it was so rocky that we couldn’t do what we both knew we wanted to do.

Our only choice was to make our way back to the barn. It was on this walk that Elle brought up the topic of my interest in her wetting. In her own way she was teasing me about it. I’ve never been one that took well to teasing and really didn’t respond well. By the time we got back to the barn the ”passion“ was gone but not Elle’s interest in finding out why I got so ”excited“ when she fully wet herself. I didn’t know the answer myself and when I gave that answer she still pressed on. I can’t reprise the conversation but did manage to get her to acknowledge her own need to give me a ”squirt“ of pee to keep herself lubricated when we were making out. I’m pretty sure that I used that point to justify it, saying that her full wetting was just an extension of that. I think I even asked her if we didn’t almost always get ”cozy“ (a term she liked to use for making out) after she did, but I’m not sure. One thing I do remember about the continuing conversation was that, initially, Elle sat yoga style, giving me a wonderful view of her pantied crotch. In any case, it appeared to me that from that point forward I wouldn’t have much of a problem with asking her to pee for me and to, within reason, get a positive response.

I made a few brief attempts to get us back to where we had been while standing in the stream but without much success. She let me rub her crotch while we lay, side by side, but not for very long. I didn’t want to push my luck so accepted what I got and focused on having a better evening. We decided go to the diner that had been recommended. Elle’s panties were still a bit damp and I was really surprised when she pulled a pair of cotton panties out of her bag and stepped into them. My mind was whirling. Had she planned to pee in her panties? Did she do it just for me or, was it only a ”just in case“ thing? I knew it was the first time I’d ever seen it. Interesting... very interesting!

She used the bathroom as soon as we arrived and I, anticipating a return to the hill where we’d parked the night before, suggested that she might want to pee through her panties before we left. I debated with myself before verbalizing the thought but was emboldened by our earlier conversation. Initially, she told me to ”shut up“ but when we got up to leave she had a smirky smile on her face as she headed for the ladies room.

When we got to my car I tried to get a feel of her panties by sliding my hand up under her skirt. She gave my arm a whack that really hurt so I didn’t find out. The fact that she’d pulled the hem of her skirt out wasn’t really a good indicator as she did that almost all the time anyway. As we drove to the ”hill“ I could feel a soft bulge in my pants in anticipation.

We found a place to park and quickly assumed our ”normal“ position (Elle lying across my lap, facing me, with my right hand happily rubbing her crotch) where I found that she had done as I had suggested. Because it was still light out Elle made me ”behave“. After it got dark I got her to pee outside the car but only through the nylon ones (I’d removed the cotton pair earlier). Once back in the car we pretty much reprised the previous night.

Sunday was pretty tame. Elle was sure some of the other girls knew we’d been ”pretty involved“ so said that it would be a good idea to back off a bit, at least on Sunday. I asked how they would've known and she just said they did. I couldn’t complain as it really had been a good two nights for us. We spent most of the day studying on the lawn in the back yard of the sorority. Elle did appease me from time to time by giving me some good upskirt looks. Elle had pledge duty (hazing the new pledges to the sorority) starting at 6pm so I left early. The beautiful memories made for a quick trip back to my campus.

To be continued...

BACK TO SCHOOL (and Elle)... (Part 36c)

All good things must come to an end and that was when it was time to get Elle back to the sorority. I couldn’t have scripted the evening better than it played out. Having the patience to just let things happen on their own worked out for the best. Neither of us wanted the evening to come to an end.

I still had the open invitation to stay at my college classmate Danny’s house as I had sometimes done in previous years. It sure was easier what with having a car. What had taken me over a half hour to walk took but a few minutes driving time. The ”catch“ had been that I never knew where I would end up sleeping... sofa, chair, or maybe sharing a bed. Having a car, and with the weather still warm, I could now fall back on sleeping in the car and that was a nice feeling.

Elle had classes on Saturday and had persuaded me to come over early in the morning to drive her up to the main campus. When I arrived I found her and her three roommates waiting. As a Junior and being a full ”sister“ in the sorority she was able to get a more personal room than the dormitory style room she had to endure the year before. She joined three of her previous roommates in a room for four. Nancy, Lois and Ellie (ironically, there had been two with the same name in the same room the previous year) had gotten along well together and were very sympathetic to Elle’s ”situation“. Lois had a few things to say to me about the dunking I’d given her the previous Spring at the sorority picnic. It was all in good fun though. But, as I was letting them into the car Elle asked if I could come back and look at Mrs M’s (the housemother) car. It wouldn’t start and since she knew I was involved in cars, said she’d ask. What could I say but ”yes“.

Only Seniors were allowed to have cars at Elle’s school. It worked out perfectly for the sorority as they only had 11 spaces and Mrs M had the prime one. It was out back by the carriage house and I was able to pull up beside it. I had a feeling that the battery needed charging as Mrs. M only used the car on the weekends. What got my attention was that, as I pulled in, I was looking right at the outside clothesline for the sorority... and there was a girl hanging up her panties. I sat there for a minute pretending to look for something on the front seat. I could see three pair and the one closest to me had lace around the leg openings. It was always a thrill to see a pair of panties and to know what the girl who wore them looked like. I took it all in.

I was right about Mrs M’s car... only it was worse than just needing a charge. For some reason the case had cracked and one of the three cells was dry. It was useless to try and fill it because she would have to buy a new battery anyway. There was another girl now hanging wash and I went over to her and asked if she could go get Mrs M. She put her basket down and headed back to the house. That left me standing right next to the clothesline and about four pair of cotton panties. One got my attention in that there were little blue flowers printed all over them. I’d never seen any like that before. I really wanted to go over and peek at the label but I didn’t have the nerve. I then went back to Mrs M’s car to wait for her.

When she appeared I told her about the problem and offered to get a new battery and to install it for her. She was very pleased with the offer and proceeded to give me more than enough money to buy a new one. As it turned out I won a whole lot of ”brownie points“ and it also filled my morning. When all was said and done she insisted in paying me for my efforts. I couldn’t give her a price so she stuffed some bills into my pocket. I was embarrassed. I asked her if I could go inside to wash my hands and she directed me to the basement. The door led into the room where the washing machines were and, as I’ve described before, the inside wash lines. There was no one there and within my line of sight there had to be at least a dozen pairs of panties. The temptation was incredible... but, somehow, I resisted. There was a tub like sink just inside the door and I went right to it. As I washed up I saw a small piece of cloth in one of the front corners. On a whim I picked it up and it was a pair of nylon panties. I finished washing my hands and then grabbed the panties and squeezed them tightly into my hand. I returned to my car and quickly stuffed them under the front seat. Elle returned right after I did that. It was a close call!

We’d agreed that she’d eat lunch at the sorority and sneak some food out to me. She didn’t have to. Mrs M made up a whole plate just for me. It was probably around 1pm when we left the sorority. I told Elle about my morning and getting paid for my efforts. I’d actually forgotten about it and it was Elle who ended up digging in my pockets to find out how much Mrs M had given me. I think it was $4 and the first thing Elle did was to suggest that we go back to Woolworth’s and buy a beach towel so we could go back to the barn where we’d been the day before and have a place to sit (?) down. I liked the idea!

Because Summer was over they had all the Summer related things on sale. I think we spent like a $1.50 for a beach towel. Elle said that it’s be a good idea to buy a few small towels ”just in case“. By the time we were done we'd spent the whole $4 and a little more as we each had an ice cream soda. We were both in a very good mood as we left, heading back to the abandoned barn.

To be continued...

BACK TO SCHOOL (& Elle)... Part 36b)

The Sugar Bowl, where we enjoyed eating (when I had the money) was right across the street. As soon as we walked in Elle headed straight for the ladies room. We had to wait for a booth so I was still standing when Elle returned. She was empty handed so I asked her what she did with the other panties. I remember her looking at me like I was crazy or something. I don’t remember her exact words but, in general, she said she wasn’t going to throw them away and she surely wasn’t going to be carrying them around in public. I do remember asking her, point blank, if she’d just put them on over the wet ones. I also remember her hitting me in the arm and telling me to ”shut up!“.

I’ll admit I liked the idea... enough to give me the start of a bulge. When we were seated we worked out a meal budget for the rest of the weekend. Elle said she’d eat breakfast and lunch at the sorority and sneak out some things for me. One of her roommates had a date that had taken her to a decent diner with reasonable prices on the outskirts of town so we planned on that for the next night. It was still quite light out when we finished up so decided to go to one of the places we’d discovered on my Sunday trips while still working at the track. It was on the outskirts of town and was on a hill that overlook the downtown area. We thought it would be a good place to watch the sunset. It was. While we waited for the sun to go down Elle snuggled into me so that my right arm was over her shoulder. I was a ”good boy“ and didn’t attempt to get ”fresh“. I was thinking about how the kiss in the afternoon had evolved and hoped that a good opportunity would present itself. Maybe we were there for a half hour when Elle put both her feet up on the car seat. As she did her skirt hem fell towards her lap. When it did she aided it a bit and exposed the crotch of her panties. I could see the bright white of the new panties and that excited me. I wanted to reach down to touch them but waited. Maybe another ten or so minutes passed when she turned over so that she was now facing me and assumed the position she usually took when we were in the car. Initially, I just let my right hand rest on her hip but, almost immediately, she raised her left leg. It was an ”invitation“. My patience had been rewarded.

Based upon the feel of them the nylon panties had probably dried before she’d put the new panties on.. I knew I had to be patient so satisfied myself by just rubbing her crotch lightly. The panties were made with combed cotton so were quite soft. Because there were hills all around the area, I noticed the the sun was rapidly disappearing so told Elle she needed to turn around so she could watch it go down. She snuggled in close to me with my right arm draped over her shoulder. She did drape her skirt over her lap which didn’t make me very happy but I was hoping that would be remedied soon.

Even though the sun disappeared it remained quite light out. That bothered Elle in that she was hoping that once the sun went down it would soon get dark. She knew it was time to pee and with cars parked in front and behind us she was worried how she could do it without being seen. I was happy that she was willing to discus the situation with me, something she’d had a hard time doing in the past. I told her that if she opened her door and then stepped in front of it, right up to the front fender and that I could stand in front of her to block anyone parked in front of us, that she would be OK. After a little persuasion, she did. My bulge was so blatantly obvious that Elle had to smile. I had to stand close to Elle so I couldn’t see the stream of pee but I could hear it as it puddled beneath her. I wanted, so badly, to have my hand on her crotch as she peed and to feel the warmth of it and then to be able to get my finger inside, but I had to just stand there.

We pretended to talk for a few minutes and when we did move Elle climbed in the passenger side and as I took my position behind the steering wheel she lay down across my lap, facing me. It took my fingers but a few seconds to find her wet crotch and to work their way inside. She jumped as I touched her ”magic button“ and, as she did it set me off as well. I could feel myself coming and cursing.

Because it had been such a long time since we’d been this ”close“, she didn’t let me stay around her” button very long. It was still light enough out that she was uncomfortable going any further than we’d been. That part “saved“ me though. As darkness took over we could see the lights of the town below and it was very interesting to see from that perspective. As we waited for full darkness we talked about some of the things that it would’ve been nice to have had. We came up with a list and right on the top was to have towels in the car. The seats were cloth and not the plastic seat covers that were on the seats of my old car.

Eventually, we got back to ”business“ and, with the darkness Elle’s reluctance to get really ”involved“ abated. It didn’t take long for me to move over to the passenger side and for her to be on her knees facing me. I really wanted her to take off her skirt but that was asking a lot, what with not really knowing the area where we were parked. I’d ”recovered“ by then and had slid my pants down to the floor. Elle’s panties were still slightly damp and I could feel it as she snuggled up to me. I know if I hadn’t come earlier that I surely would’ve within a few seconds.

As we got more and more involved I knew what the culmination would be. I had to keep reminding myself that I had to pay attention and to make sure Elle ”jumped“ when I told her to. It had been a LONG time since we’d ”gone all the way“ but we both wanted it. I’ll say this... worrying about when to tell Elle to get up off me took some of the enjoyment from me... but it was still a wonderful and memorable experience.

To be continued...

BACK TO SCHOOL (& Elle)... (part 36a)

As I said, AJ leaving early was bittersweet. I had really enjoyed working with the horses and, of course, making money. But, love was in the air and by that time it had been 17 weeks since I’d really spent any significant time with Elle... and I truly missed her. I’d been able to get over from the track for a few hours on the first two weeks she was back to school and, having a car to go off in gave us some privacy. However, I had no idea where to go to get complete privacy. We actually spent most of our time together riding around trying to find a good place to park. We found a couple of good possibilities but really didn’t have enough time to take advantage of our discoveries. What they did, though, was to give me something to look forward to once the horses were gone. We’d have from Friday night until Sunday night to be together (with time out for Elle’s Saturday classes and, of course, curfew at the sorority).

The trip that first Friday night seemed to take forever. I left my campus around 1pm and got to Elle’s sorority around 2:30pm. I was so excited at the prospect of having Elle alone for almost 10 hours that I remember perspiring as I waited for her to come down the stairs. I honestly don’t remember what we talked about at first as we drove to one of our “hideaways”. It was behind an abandoned barn. From where I parked the car we could see down a small valley. We could hear cars pass by on the road but, because of overgrown weeds, we couldn’t see them. In my excitement to see her I didn’t do a good job of planning. Days in late September in the upstate area usually remain fairly warm and this day was one of them. It would’ve been nice to get out of the car and find a place in the shade and to sit on the ground. But I had nothing so we stayed in the car with the doors open. In one way that proved beneficial. Elle, as usual, was wearing a skirt and blouse. Because of the length of time we’d been apart there was a “period of adjustment“. Things did not go back to the way they were when classes were ending. Elle pulled her skirt up but not enough to show her panties. Of course I was disappointed but didn’t say anything. Patience was necessary.

Even though I’d gotten bits and pieces about Elle’s Summer activities from her letters there was a lot that had been left out. She was in a talkative mood so I let her go. It was mostly ”girl stuff“ but I had the patience to let her go on. Neither of us paid any attention to time. I have no idea how long we’d been talking when Elle let out a little squeal. As she did she jumped out of the car and grabbed the hem of her skirt. I watched and saw a steady stream of liquid falling from under it. She had only grabbed the front of her skirt and when she did she actually pulled the back part forward. I could see it getting wet and yelled at her to pull her whole skirt up as the back of it was getting wet. She did and it gave me a whole view of her panties. She was wearing only a single pair of nylon ones. Instant bulge!

As she continued to stand there, like that, waiting to ”drip off“, I got out of the car on my side and came around to her. I put my arms around her and gave her a big kiss. She resisted at first but gradually gave in. She let her skirt go and put her arms around me. We stood there kissing for a long time. I thought about putting my hand between her legs but didn’t. When we finally broke apart we started walking around the exterior of the barn. She volunteered that that was the first time she’d actually ”flooded“ her panties since she’d been back at school. Having a daily routine allowed her the luxury of not having to wear a ”package“ all the time. As the Doctor’s had told her, her situation would improve with time and she said that it had. I actually dared to ask how many ”floods“ she’d had during the Summer. I don’t remember her reacting in a negative way to the question and I also don’t remember her answer. She explained that she’d been so anxious to see me that she hadn’t planned ahead and, we’d gotten so ”involved“ in talking she’d forgotten about having to go to the bathroom. She actually apologized. She, obviously, hadn’t noticed (or felt) my bulge.

She’d signed herself out from the sorority until 11pm so we were in good shape as far as that was concerned. The only thing was that she was now wearing peed in panties. It sure didn’t bother me but she was concerned. She really didn’t want to go back to the sorority since she’d basically told everyone that she’d see them later... much later. I told her we could go downtown (which we had to do to eat anyway) and to buy a pair a pair of panties. She thought it was a good idea so we left but I knew we’d be back... sometime.

There was a ladies clothing store in town, much like the ones where I’d bought panties for Elle in the past at home, but we got there too late. The only option on Main Street was a Woolworth’s. I was going to go in with Elle but she didn’t want me to. I gave her a couple of dollars and waited outside. I watched as a clerk locked the door with Elle still inside. I wondered what was happening. She surprised me when she walked up behind me. She’d been let out through a side door. I asked what she’d bought and she handed me a bag. I looked in and could see band legs which told me they were cotton. I’ll admit I was disappointed.

To be continued...

THE END OF SUMMER... and maybe normalcy (Part 35c)

I hate to admit it but the ”angel“ won. I did give in to one request and that was for her to let her kiss me. I don’t specifically remember the kiss but I remember having both my hands on her hips and feeling the silky texture of her panties. I also remember that I had no trouble staying awake for the first hour of the trip back. The crossroads that I had mentioned earlier was a four way stop. I went whizzing right through it and probably another quarter mile before I woke up. The realization that I had fallen asleep while driving was enough to wake me up enough for me to make it safely the rest of the way back.

It was around 3am when I climbed onto the bed, still dressed. I couldn’t get to sleep, rehashing not only the situation with Vicky but also the one with Pat. I couldn’t believe that things like that really happened in real life... and to me, to boot.

It was to be a very busy day because AJ was shipping six horses to the track in the city. The owners had been complaining that the purses (the money horses raced for) at the track were too low as well as it was too far to travel to see them race. Two of my grandfather’s horses were among them. When the track closed at the end of the month, AJ was planning on shipping the rest of the stable to a track in New Hampshire. By October a lot of the racetracks closed for the year and only a few stayed open. That meant there were more horses than there were stalls so the track allotted them by the ability of each horse. AJ had been given 10 stalls which meant there were 5 horses that had to be turned out to pasture. AJ didn’t like that because if he wasn’t training them he didn’t get paid for them. On top of that, he was sending Ed, his best groom and the man who had done my job before I got ”promoted“, to the city along with two of the best grooms. I added to the problem because I had to register for classes the next day and, once they started, would only be available for part time work. To say he was stressed was putting it mildly. It was one of the longest days of my life.

I’d pre-registered but still had to go to the campus to make sure that the classes that I’d chosen had filled and to confirm my schedule. I told AJ, worst case, I’d be back in time to warm up the horses we had racing that night. On campus I found everything in order so, basically, I was off until 5:30pm. I’d made arrangements for one of the other grooms to feed and water my horses. Looking at my watch it was around 1:30pm. I did a quick calculation and, figuring on 2+ hours for traveling, I’d have about and hour and a half with Elle if I drove down there immediately.

The look on her face was priceless. Even if I’d only had 10 minutes with her, it would’ve been worth it. Even though she wrote (I didn’t) and we talked at least once a week on the phone, there was a LOT of catching up to do. I’d committed to continue working for AJ until he shipped the horses to New Hampshire but, upon seeing Elle I was kicking myself in the butt for having done so. On the trip back to the track I remember praying that AJ would ship out early.

I know I didn’t have my mind on my job that night. The emotions from having just seen Elle were in control and, when I messed up the warm up of one of the horses, AJ was all over me. That sure didn’t help my state of mind but I didn’t do or say anything rash. I’d indicated to the B’s that I’d come up and visit with them by the end of the week but, after the situation with Vicky, I really didn’t want to face her so I didn’t. I think it was on Friday night that one of the horse owners that the B’s had befriended up in the clubhouse tracked me down in the paddock. He indicated that Mr B really wanted to see me. Out of respect for the B’s I decided it would be best if I bit the bullet and went over to see them.

To say that I was nervous while approaching them is putting it mildly. But, as I did I noticed that it wasn’t Vicki who was waiting their table. That was why Mr B wanted to see me. The B’s hadn’t seen her since the night I’d taken her home and were worried that something was wrong. I couldn’t help them on that matter, assuring them that I’d delivered her safely home. I was a bit concerned, as well, but relieved that she wasn’t there. (What we later found out was that the trailer park owner (Harry) had found out that she wasn’t married and she (and her boyfriend) had been kicked out of the park. None of us ever saw or heard of her again.)

My wish came true! AJ decided to ship out early. He’d heard that the New Hampshire track wasn’t honoring their verbal commitments as to the number of stalls they were allocating. Even though they hadn’t yet started racing he felt it was best to get there early and stake out the stalls he'd been promised and needed. I’ll admit that I was happy about the decision as it applied to Elle. But, from an economic sense, it hurt. As I was now a Junior at college I was allowed to have a car. That was an added expense that I was going to be faced with all the expected visits to see Elle that I was planning. AJ's decision meant about $100 less for my budget. Bittersweet!

To be continued...

THE END OF SUMMER... and maybe normalcy (Part 35b)

I had to go back to the stable to make sure Ed could/would follow up on the horses that had raced that night and then do my final chores. By the time I did all that the races were over. I’d told Vicki that I’d pick her up at the entry way to the Clubhouse. As I drove around (I had to leave the barn area to get there) I remember shaking my head wondering how I’d gotten myself into this situation.

Vicki was waiting. Almost all the cars in the parking lot were gone and there was no one else was around. As Vicki opened the car door she leaned in and asked if it was OK to “get comfortable”. What was I to say? She threw her canvas bag into the back seat and then proceeded to step out of her slip. That certainly caught my attention. Then, as she slid into the seat, she started unbuttoning her blouse. She only went down to where I could see a bit of her bra. Very interesting, for sure. As I started driving off she pulled the hem of her skirt over halfway up her thighs. I couldn’t see her panties but it was close. The only light was from the radio and when I’d sneak a peek I could clearly see from her knee to the hem of her skirt. Hmmmm...

Air conditioning in cars back then was rare and for my 51 Merc it consisted of turning the front quarter windows as far a you could so as to direct the flow of passing air towards you. When Vicki did her side she also opened up her legs so that it could cool her panty encased privates. Every so often I’d glance her way to see if her skirt had blown any higher. At least I could hope.

The trip was made up of three separate parts both geographically as well as for conversation. The first part was from the racetrack to the crossroads that led to both my college as well as Elle’s. During that part the conversation was primarily about Vicki. I knew a fair amount of what she told me having heard Mrs B tell of it. The only really interesting part was why she would tell everyone she was married. The owner (Harry) of the trailer park where she lived, as well as his wife, were very moralistic people. She knew of a few others who had been asked to leave the park because they weren’t married and, since the location was so central, didn’t want to have to move.

The second part was from the crossroads to the town where she and Elle went to school. Even though I’d been over it dozens of times as a passenger I’d only driven it once and that was in daytime. Vicki wanted to hear all the details about me and my life and, in a way it was good because it kept me awake. Of course, the big item for her was that I was secretly engaged. I had to go over all the reasons why and than go into what our plans were for the future. All the while, I’m sneaking glances at her lap, hoping for at least a peek at her panties. As we passed through the outskirts of town it struck me that Elle would be there in about 15 hours... and I wouldn’t.

The last part was from the college town to where she was living. This is where the conversation got personal. She built up to it but what she was angling for was to know if we did “it”. Even though it had finally started to cool down I found myself perspiring as she pressed me for details. It was a subject that I just plain didn’t discuss with anyone... not even my best friend, Fred, or with my roommates. When I wasn’t forthcoming she got up on her knees on the front seat and got closer to me. That didn’t make me any happier. As we approached the town she pleaded with me to at least tell her what it was about Elle that “turned me on”. I still dodged the questions. When we pulled up in front of her trailer I still hadn’t given her an answer that she wanted. As late as it was I figured that she’d just grab her bag and get out of the car... but she didn’t. The engine was still running as i waited for her to get out and before I could react, she leaned over and turned the ignition off and removed the keys. I was tired and I surely didn’t need this aggravation. I looked over at her and asked her, nicely, to please give me my keys back. By then she was holding them up by her face and letting them swing back and forth. I probably could have “attacked” her and grabbed the keys but I didn’t. She told me I had to tell her what it was about Elle that really turned me on... was it her ass or her breasts or whatever. I remember having both hands on the steering wheel and looking straight ahead, out the front window when I answered. I told her that it was seeing her in just her bra and panties. I can remember the perspiration running down the small of my back after I told her.

As soon as I did she jumped out of the car, still holding the keys, and ran up the steps and into the trailer. I sat and watched a couple of lights go on. By then I was really annoyed. I slid across the front seat and out the passenger door and went in the open door and into what seemed to be a living room. It was the first time I’d ever been in a trailer and, to be truthful, was impressed. I know it sounds funny, considering the situation, but you have to realize just how tired I really was. In any case, I called out to her and got no response. There was a doorway on the wall to my right and, just as I was about to look in the other direction, Vicky appeared. I will not lie. She got my attention, for sure!. She’d let her hair down from the pony tail and it had completely changed her look. But, more importantly, she was standing in the doorway in just her bar and panties. She was probably ten pounds heavier than Elle and just a skosh shorter. But with the light from the end table shining right on her tummy it looked pretty good to me. There was a very clear crotch line showing in the front and, as I remember it, not a wrinkle in the panties. She filled them out perfectly. I honestly don’t remember what she said to me. I probably didn’t hear it anyway. It was like I was in a trance. It wasn’t until she started walking towards me that I came out of it. I do remember her saying something like “I guess you’re a panty man”. The combination of her walking towards me and hearing her voice was like an alarm going off in my brain. If you can remember the scene from “Animal House“ where the guy is standing there and there’s a devil on one shoulder egging him on and a an angel of the other saying no, you can pretty much get the picture of what I was faced with.

To be continued...