DECEMBER... (Part 30a)

December at school, for the most part, is lost somewhere in my memory bank. I do know my ulcer improved and I began to gain some weight back and I also remember my grades starting to improve. I’m sure I got over to see Elle at least once but I can recall none of the details. The only thing I remember clearly is running into Mrs T. (she and her husband let me store my car at their farm back in the early Fall) and being invited to dinner the weekend before going home for Christmas. At first I declined but once I got thinking about their daughter, Joanne, I figured, “why not?”. I made the mistake of telling my mother and she insisted that I bring a gift. Nineteen year olds are not very good at that sort of thing so she offered to find something appropriate and to mail it to me. At the same time she sent a gift for Mrs.B., the lady who had been feeding me because of the ulcer.

Mrs T. arranged to pick me up the night of the dinner. I remember that it had snowed all day because John and I had shoveled off the front porch roof of the house where we were living. Because snow was something that the people who lived in the area were used to it didn’t seem to be a problem for them. I remember when we drove in the yard and. being somewhat amazed at the huge piles of snow. Being on a farm they had a tractor with a bucket loader and instead of just pushing it aside they would end up making piles of snow. Once inside the house the wonderful smell of home cooking permeated the air. Not taking anything away from Mrs. B., but this was special. The dining room table had a table cloth and places were set with silverware. It reminded me of Thanksgiving.

I was glad Joanne was busy in the kitchen when I gave Mrs T. the present. I’d done some embarrassing things in my life up to that time but I truly wanted to disappear after she opened it. I brought the wrong one. I’d brought the one for Mrs. B and it was a peignoir set. (She and my mother were close friends) Not exactly a proper gift for a teen age boy to be giving a lady he hardly knew. If I’d walked out of a sauna I wouldn’t have been any hotter than I was right then and there. I had no place to hide and Mrs T. was almost as embarrassed as me. Somehow I managed to explain before Mr T. came in or Joanne got to see it. It was not a good start to our evening.

Dinner was delicious. Like I said, it was almost like a Thanksgiving dinner only we had chicken... one of their own. I hadn’t told Mrs T. about my ulcer but everything we had to eat was on my allowed diet. I would’ve eaten it anyway, just to be polite. Joanne had been almost as shy as when I first met her in the Fall but she soon warmed up to me. We sat at the table for a while and had a pleasant conversation, mostly Mr. T talking about the plight of the farmer. It’s kind of ironic in thinking back on it now as some things never change. In any case he got up to go move some more snow. I asked if there was something I could do to help and was told “no”. Before he ever got to the door the phone rang. It was one of Mrs. T’s relatives who worked for the county highway department as a dispatcher for the snow plows. He called to say that it’d be a while until they could plow the road that went past their house as all his equipment was being diverted to keep the state highway open. Mrs. T explained to me that when the snow was really bad he’ d usually send a plow down their road an extra time or two but he couldn’t and that he told her not to go out as the drifts were really bad. I sat there listening to that wondering what I was supposed to do. I guess Mrs. T. saw the concern on my face because she almost immediately said there were two extra beds for me what with their other two daughters away at college. My concern quickly changed to a hidden glee as I realized that I’d get to peek in at least one of their dressers. There was a family picture portrait in the hall and I’d noticed it in past visits. All three of the girls were pretty so it didn’t really matter which room I got. From that point on I almost couldn’t wait to go to bed.

I figured I better call the fraternity and leave a message for my roommate. The phone was in the hall and that gave me another opportunity to look at the picture. While I was calling Joanne decided to go upstairs. My eyes followed her up the stairs and even though the lighting wasn’t the greatest I did get a peek at her panties. I wanted to put the phone down right then and there and get upstairs to whichever room it was that I was going to sleep in but I had to wait for someone to pick up the phone back at the house. Our college was known as a “suitcase” college in that on weekends, most guys would take off for one of the co-ed or girls colleges which meant there weren’t many people around. By the time I left the message Mrs. T was ready to show me which room I’d be in. She gave me the room right by the bathroom so if I needed it during the night I wouldn’t have a problem. It turned out to be a good choice for two reasons, one of which I hadn’t given any thought to. The bathroom door was closed when we got there. Mrs. T left me with a towel and washcloth and headed back down the hall to her room which was right by the top of the stairs. I decided to just stand just inside the door and wait for whoever it was that was in the bathroom. I only waited for a few seconds when Joanne walked out... with just a towel across her front. I don’t think she saw me but I sure saw her and her nice round butt cheeks. I would’ve liked it even more if she’d had on panties but it was still a thrill.

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FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29f)

Although Elle and I had no specific plans for Saturday, I had wanted to get to see her as early as possible. However, my grandfather had plans for me. A couple of men in his town had seen the success he’d had with his racehorses and decided to get into the sport themselves. One owned some undeveloped property across the river and had built his own horse training facility. He’d been after my grandfather to take a look at it and, with my interest in horses, decided that with me available now would be a good time. As we left the house, one of my “wishes” came true in that I got to see the lady whose pale yellow panties had caught my eye early Thanksgiving morning. She was older than I’d hoped but was fairly attractive even to a nineteen year old. Now I had a face to go with the panties.

The horse facilities were quite nice and I could tell that my grandfather was impressed. I was given the opportunity to “jog” one of the horses. I’d not done that since I’d visited my grandparents in North Carolina during my Spring break from school. That’s all it took to get me excited about horses all over again. On our way back to the house my grandfather quickly picked up on it and, more or less, made me commit to visiting with him again in the coming Spring.

Back at the house I could see that the lady next door had hung out some wash and among it were some panties. The only thing was that the washline was on the far side of the house. There was no legitimate reason at all for me to go over into that yard so all I could do was grab a few long distance peeks. What I didn’t know was that the lady was a hairdresser and on Saturdays made house visits and that my grandmother was one of her customers. Right after lunch she asked me to run over next door and to let the lady know she was ready for her. I couldn’t believe it. It was almost too good to be true. Even though I wanted to get on my way to see Elle I was more than willing to run an errand that would provide me with a chance to see panties up close. I’m pretty sure that it was the first time I’d seen “Days of the Week” panties, at least a whole group of them at once. The one thing that I remember clearly was that they were mostly pastel colors. I also remember being caught staring at them from her porch when I was leaving after delivering the message. I hesitated at the top step and then heard her ask if the was anything wrong. Hearing her words I know I blushed beet red and bounded down the stairs, never once looking back.

The news of the suicide traveled quickly and some of the Summer residents had come out to take a look. I have no idea what they thought they would see but they came anyway. Since the only year round homes were those of Elle’s and my families, the people would stop in to supposedly say “hello”. The real reason was to use the bathroom. With no one home at my house they all stopped at Elle’s. Her mother was at work and Elle was left to deal with them by herself... until I got there. It sure didn’t make either of us happy but I was probably more unhappy than Elle as I saw my last hours of being truly alone with her slowly slipping away without much of any amorous satisfaction. We knew the evening was lost as I had to attend a delayed 80th birthday party for my grandfather. All the local relatives were going to be there and the only way I’d be allowed to miss it was if I were dead.

As far as Sunday was concerned I got to see Elle for a short time before she left to go back to school. I had to bring my car back to be stored in our garage until the Christmas break and had about a half hour with her. Unfortunately her mother was in and about the whole time and all we could do was to sneak a mild kiss from time to time. Even though there were some good memories of our time at home all I could think about on my trip back was what might have been.

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FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29e)

Right after Janie went over to talk to the man, Elle, who had been holding my hand, squeezed it. I turned to look at her and she had her eyes closed and teeth clenched. It only lasted for a few seconds. She then whispered that she needed to get home. We started while Janie was still talking to the man but only made a few steps before she again squeezed my hand and stopped. I stopped too. Within seconds I head the sound of puddling liquid. I looked at Elle's face and it was basically expressionless as she was just staring straight ahead. I just stood there, holding her hand. When Janie finally turned and walked back towards us Elle whispered to me not to move. We stayed there until we saw the ambulance leave. After all the cars had left we started, very slowly, back towards Elle’s house. I, again, took notice of the washline. Even though we’d lost a good part of the afternoon I knew there was still at least few hours before Elle’s parents would be home. That in itself excited me. I just assumed that Janie would head on home but she ended up following Elle and I up the walk to the house. I really wanted to yell at her, telling her to go on home, but I didn’t. Once inside Elle excused herself and went upstairs. That made me even madder at Janie. I’d hoped to at least get to rub Elle’s wet panties and maybe even get to see them. After all, I was pretty sure that she’d put on a pair of the heavy cotton for my benefit. After a few minutes I heard the inevitable sound of the toilet flushing and was a bit depressed. Just before Elle came downstairs the phone rang. It was Janie’s grandmother wanting to know the news about the ambulance. Janie took that as a hint to head for home, only it was about 10 minutes too late for me.

After Elle reappeared she got the idea to call her mother to tell her about the “excitement” and to see if she couldn’t find out what had gone on. Elle’s father was a member of the volunteer Fire Department and she had recognized some of the men who’d been at the site. Once she finished with that I hoped we could get into something much more personal. We did make it as far as the daybed/sofa before the phone rang again. Elle answered it and I heard her let out a sort of alarmed cry. (The only phone was in the kitchen and I couldn’t see her from the front room.) I jumped up and ran back to where she was. The look on her face was of pure shock. She wasn’t talking at all, just staring at the floor with her eyes wide open. I remember calling her name and when she didn’t respond, took the phone from her. There was no one on the line. I actaully had to shake her by the shoulders to get her to respond.

The “accident” just down the road was anything but an accident. Barbara’s father had committed suicide by hanging himself in the garage. I was shocked as well but nowhere near as much as Elle. I’d been exposed to death when my one grandmother had died but no one in Elle’s family had died since she’d been born and no one she really knew had either. The fact that she was a friend of Barbara’s and had met her father any number of times was one reason for her taking it so hard. But the real reason for it was in the way he had died... by his own hand in the form of suicide. In hearing that I knew exactly why we’d been chased away from the site earlier in the afternoon.

The only thing that brought her out of her “funk” was that her mother called back again and told her to remind her to take the wash in before it got damp again. When Elle “recruited” me to help I was as happy as I could be. The instructions were to take down and fold anything that was dry and to hang the damp things in the basement. We started with the sheets and then her father's shirts followed by both her mother’s and her blouses. That left just the underwear. Her mother had already sorted it before she hung it up. There was no doubt about which were Elle’s panties. I’d done a quick count in my head about how many there might be and actually came close. I figured on the ones she’d brought home from college and then what she’d worn since then. I knew she washed on Saturday’s at school so it was everything from Sunday through Thursday. I’d guessed a dozen and there were 13. But what I really wanted to know was if she was actually using any of the new ones I’d bought for her during my last trip home. There was no mistaking them as they were still fairly bright white. The Carter's Spanky Pants were a dingy color with a definite yellow tinge in the crotch area. The actual count was 4 of the new Nazareth, 6 of the Carter’s and 3 nylon. I was happy.

All the cotton panties had to be hung in the cellar because they were still a bit damp so I actually got to touch and feel them. There was no doubt about the new ones being much heavier than the Carter’s panties so it surely made sense to me for her to be wearing them at night. It was while we were still in the cellar that I remembered that she’d changed from the wet panties when we’d last come in the house. I wondered where they were. When we got back to the kitchen Elle headed for the downstairs bathroom. As soon as the door closed I headed for the stairs, taking two at a time, in hopes of finding them still in the upstairs bathroom. I got lucky. There, hanging on one of the bathtub faucets were the panties. I quickly picked them up to look at them and I have to admit that I took a sniff as well. Even though the wetness had wicked up a ways, the golden color of the crotch caught my attention. I knew I only had a few seconds and I barely made it back to kitchen before Elle reappeared.

The depressing news really put a damper on us doing anything in an amorous or sexual way. I honestly don’t remember what we did the rest of the afternoon. That night we ended up just sitting around with her parents watching TV and I do remember leaving relatively early. What had started out as such a beautiful and promising day had turned into anything but that.

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FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29d)

She’d told me that she wanted to be home before her mother left for work which was around 12:30pm so we started back. We hadn’t gone very far when she said that her slip had gotten wet and was bothering her. I helped her step out of it and did get a quick peek at her panties and I could see that they were wet above the crotch line. The start of a bulge! When we reached the first jetty we had a bit of a dilemma. If she were to climb over as she’d done going the other way it would mean having to sit on her dress (and good coat) in her wet panties. I jumped up on the jetty and, with some difficulty, managed to pull her up so that we could walk on it up to the bulkhead. When we were younger we walked along the bulkheads in the winter when no one was living in the bungalows thinking we were getting away with something. However, we would never have thought about doing it during the Summer when the cottages were occupied. So, here we were again, doing something we sort of knew we shouldn’t.

We were just about to my house when we heard the noon whistle. Since we thought we had some more time we continued on our path down to what we all called the “Right of Way”. It was the one parcel of land along the water that hadn’t had a bulkhead erected and was left in it’s pristine state. The beach sand ran from the water’s edge up to the road, sprinkled with tufts of beach grass. It was set aside for the homeowners who lived on the non waterfront side so they would have water access. From there we headed to Elle’s house which brought us in from the opposite direction than when we’d left. It allowed me to get a closer look at her washline. I could see a few panties and knew there were more that were being hidden by the sheets on the line closest to the road. I remember wanting to just run over there to count them but I knew I couldn’t, especially with her mother still inside.

The funny thing was that she wasn’t. She’d actually left early to deliver the pies. She left us some of the left over turkey to make sandwiches for lunch AND, some chores for Elle to do that afternoon. In my mind, I had been counting the minutes until she left so that Elle and I could truly be alone. As soon as I realized that we were alone I grabbed Elle and gave her a big hug and kiss. She still had her coat on but I didn’t mind. I didn’t even wait to take it off before I dipped down and ran my hand up under her skirt. Even though it had been almost an hour since she’d peed through her panties the crotch was still damp. She let me rub it but when I tried get my finger inside she pulled away, telling me I had to wait until after we’d eaten. As impatient as I was I knew I could last that long.

But, before she even started to make lunch she said she wanted to get washed up and into clean panties. I remember grabbing her by the shoulders right in front of the stairs and asking if she’d please leave the damp ones on. She gave me one of those “you’re kidding, aren't you?” looks and said that she wouldn’t be able to sit down for lunch if she didn’t. Out of the recesses of my mind came the idea for her to just put on a pair of the new, heavy cotton panties that I’d bought for her. I got another “look” as she ran up the stairs. She was back in no time at all which pretty much told me that I’d gotten my wish. But I also noted that I didn’t hear the sound of the toilet flushing. If you can remember the sitcom All in the Family (Archie Bunker) you’ll probably remember how you always knew when someone used the toilet. Elle’s house was the same way, at least as far as the second floor bathroom was concerned. So, after Elle made up our sandwiches we headed for the front room to eat our lunch. As we were about to sit down I saw a Police car drive by.

I swear I couldn’t remember a Police car on our road... ever. I watched it drive by and then sort of disappear behind a couple of small trees down the road a bit. A few minutes later five more cars went by. In the winter, other than Elle’s family and ours, there were never more than one or two cars go by in a week. We both got up and in this case could see a couple of them stop right in the road. By this time our curiosity was peaking. We grabbed out coats and headed down the road. We got far enough to see the Police car in the driveway of the girl, Barbara, who I’d previously described as being the “most endowed” of any of the kids in our neighborhood. We made our way past a few of the cars when we saw a man walking rapidly towards us waving his arms and telling us to turn around. We did and retreated to the Right of Way. We hadn’t been there for long when we saw Janie, the girl who lived just up the road, heading towards us. She lived with her grandmother who had also seen all the activity and dispatched Janie to find out what was going on. Janie had been a year behind us in school and was now a Freshman at a college not too far away. She and Elle chatted up a storm about their experiences and I just stood there, waiting for something to happen with the Police and all the cars.

It finally did... in the form of an ambulance. There were no sirens or flashing lights. Just the ambulance. It had to be headed for Barbara’s house but, with cars parked in the road (it was only 25 feet wide), it couldn’t get by until they were moved. Finally they were and after the ambulance went past us Janie recognized one the men who had just moved his car. She went up to him to ask what was going on. When she returned she said she’d been told that there was “an accident”. That wasn’t the only one.

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FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29c)

I had wanted to get to Elle’s house as early as possible on Friday but she had warned me that she had to help her mother until sometime around mid morning. Even though her mother was working at the drug store she had found she could make extra money by baking pies for a new restaurant. As she had to be up around 5am with Elle's father and wasn’t the type person to go back to bed, it made perfect sense to use the time to make money. I arrived somewhere after 10am and when I pulled up in front of the house I saw the clothesline filled up with clothes. My first thought was in wondering just how many pair of Elle’s panties were on the line. As the clothes were hung on the opposite side of the house from the kitchen door I had no excuse to go over there to do an “inspection”. When I walked in I was greeted by the wonderful smell of freshly baked pies. The problem was that there were no samples to try. Elle was in the process of cleaning up all the bowls and utensils when I arrived. I immediately picked up on the fact that Elle was wearing a skirt and I took it to mean that it was for my benefit. I joined in by drying the bowls after she washed them in order to free Elle from her chores as soon as possible.

It was a beautiful day. No clouds and no wind. Even though the temperature was in the 30’s, without the wind it was perfect. One thing we talked about all the time when we were at college was that we truly missed seeing the water. Even before I had a chance to ask Elle what she wanted to do she announced that we were going to go for a walk on the beach. I had no problem with that as I always enjoyed it, especially with Elle.

When we finished up Elle’s mother was in the process of moving some of the finished pies to her car for delivery. Elle grabbed her coat and we headed out the front door so that her mother wouldn’t find something else for her to do. Being that we were only home for a few days we’d only brought the minimum amount of clothes and, in Elle’s case she’d just brought one coat, her good, long, wool one. It was a little formal for beach walking but we she didn’t care. I’d noticed the well drilling rig working in front of my garage when I arrived and when we left Elle’s house it was quiet. I was hoping that they’d finish up that day so I could sleep in my own bed for at least two nights. We stopped to see what was happening and I saw my father there talking with the workers. The newest well was still unacceptable and they were going to try one more. Not what I wanted to hear.

We got out to the beach and then walked out on the dock in front of my house. When we got to the end and looked down we saw almost perfect images of ourselves. There was hardly a ripple on the water, anywhere. Walking towards the East gave us the best walk so we headed in that direction. The tide was low which gave us a lot of firm sand to walk on. The only problem were the jetties (sometimes called groins) that jutted out from the bulkheads of each house out into the water. The tide wasn’t low enough for us to walk around the ends which meant having to climb over them. Elle, with a skirt and long coat had to struggle to do it. She would sit on the top and then sort of flip her legs up and over to the other side, swiveling her butt as she did it. After a few times I realized that I could get a “free show” (peek at her panties) if I positioned myself just right. I was able to get enough of a look to know that she was wearing the nylon ones which pleased me to no end.

We walked as far as we could which actually took us to the East end of the beach in front on the local estate and it's “mansion” (which I’ve described in earlier parts). Up above us, on the lawn of the estate, was a cement gazebo. The stairs from the beach had not yet been removed for the Winter and since we knew no one was there in the house we decided to go on up. We’d done this a number of times in the past and had always enjoyed fantasizing about what it would be like if we lived there. It was no different this time. I don’t remember exactly what we talked about but we’d been sitting in there for more than just a few minutes when Elle gave out a little cry and then jumped up and ran towards the stairs. It only took a few seconds for me to recognize what was happening.

Common sense would have had her just go out to the grass, reach up under her skirt, pull her panties down, squat and pee. But she had this strange quirk that she wasn’t going to be what she called “naked”, even though the rest of her body was fully clothed, in front of any mal, including me. By the time I got to the top of the stairs she was more than halfway back down to the beach and I could see a trail of drips on the steps just behind her. I stopped there at the top and looked down, watching her spread her legs once she got to the bottom. I couldn’t see anything because of the angle I was at and the fact that her skirt and coat created a “tent” around her. She’d finished peeing by the time I reached her. When I walked around to look at her face there were no tears but just a look of resignation. She asked what time it was and when I told her it was almost noon she shook her hard and said that in her hurry to get out of the house she hadn’t used the toilet. It had been over three hours since she’d last gone. I ended up telling her that it was a good thing. It was longer than any time since her procedure and she should be happy. She, unfortunately, didn’t take it that way. I wanted, desperately, to run my hand up under her skirt and to feel her wet crotch but I knew her well enough to know that it wouldn’t make her happy right about then.

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FROM FALL INTO WINTER... (Part 29b)

We waited for about 20 minutes or so and I thought I was going to go crazy while waiting. But, what I hadn’t picked up on was that Elle was just as anxious as I was. Elle finally got up to make sure that the lights were out in her parents bedroom and all was quiet. Since their bedroom was just off the kitchen I wondered why it was took so long. When she finally reappeared she walked up right in front of me (I was sitting on the daybed/sofa) and just stood there, straddling my knees. I took it as an invitation and reached forward, sliding my hand up to her crotch of her panties. I was pleasantly surprised to find they were the nylon ones and that they were wet. I started rubbing and was right on her button. The wet nylon offered little resistance and before I really got into it she pulled away. Then she moved over to my right and proceeded to lie down across my lap, the same way we did in my car and at the student union lounge at school. The “invitation” was still there as she raised her left leg up to “open the door”, if you will. All of this took less than a few minutes and my bulge had grown to the point of being uncomfortable. I found what I was looking for and started rubbing once again. It took me a little longer to find her button this time but she seemed to enjoy what I was doing anyway. However, after a few minutes I found myself in great pain. My bulge needed to expand, drastically. Normally I wouldn’t mention something like this with her. She didn’t like to talk about sexual things, leaving them to sort of work out by themselves. But I needed to make an adjustment. After I told her that she had to move she got up on her knees and proceeded to undo my belt, unbutton my chinos and then unzip the fly. I was sort of amazed but then again I did mention that she was almost as anxious as I was. Now, I’ve told you how she wouldn’t get completely naked with me even though we’d had sex numerous times. That wasn’t her only quirk. The other was that she wouldn’t touch my penis with her hand(s). So, that was as far as she would go, leaving me to "adjust" my penis myself. Once I did she proceeded to climb over, straddling me, and then settled down right on top of it. As I was trying to grasp that she was started kissing me passionately. I managed to get my hands on her butt cheeks and snuggled her up to my groin so far that I could feel my penis pressing in against her crotch. It felt sooooo good! Too good! My guess is that from the time she moved over and onto my lap until I came was less than two minutes. Not good!

It didn’t take long for her to realize that but she stayed in the same position anyway. I felt devastated. When she finally moved there was a mess to clean up. As far as Elle was concerned the cum was all over the front of her panties and in her slip. For me it was all around the zipper area of my pants and on my underpants. She took charge and took off her slip and used it to wipe as much of the stuff away as she could. When we’d achieved some semblance of order we settled back to the way we’d started with her lying across my lap. I had my hand buried in her crotch but on the outside. I’m not sure that we both didn’t fall asleep for a short period of time. I do remember her suggesting that I might want to “investigate” inside her panties. I was more than willing! But, once there I found everything to be pretty much dry. I asked for a “squirt” and I knew she was trying but nothing happened. She got up on her knees and had me hold her soiled slip between her thighs, "just in case". I wanted it to be my fingers that were in that position but I did as she asked. In that position it didn’t take long. I removed the slip and slid my fingers up inside the panties and immediately hit her “button”. She let me stay there for a few seconds and then tried to back away. I wouldn’t let her though, continuing to rub as she struggled to move away. Those machinations lasted for maybe 30 second or a little longer but when she stopped fighting me she came forward, again straddling me and pressing her crotch up against me. It felt wonderful because her panties were wet and warm. Then, in what was probably the biggest surprise of the night she reached under her skirt while rising up off my lap and pulled her panties down a bit. Then, while still in that same position she reached down and pulled the leg elastic away from one thigh. It didn’t take much for me to take advantage of that opportunity.

It had been a while since we’d last been together in that way so it took some effort to accomplish what we both clearly wanted. The fact that I’d come a little over and hour before certainly helped me (and her) out. I was so into it that as far as time was concerned I have no idea how long before I whispered loudly in her ear to “JUMP!” I could feel myself about to come so as I gave the instruction I also used my grasp of her butt cheeks to lift her up and off of me. The result was basically the same as the first time except there was no slip to catch the mess. It went up and into her skirt and onto her panties and my pants again. We were both quite worked up so it took some time to calm down. She stayed there, pressed against my chest. When we did we had to figure out what to. Fortunately, nothing got on the slip covers. Elle felt that her big problem, at that point, was in how to get her soiled clothes washed without her mother finding the mess. For me, it was the fact the the front of my pants were really messed up from the wetness of her panties and the cum and I still had to go back to my grandparents house like that.

Neither of us had any idea what time it was so we decided that it was best that I leave right then. We had a really long and passionate kiss and then I took off. I’d left my car in my own driveway which was a good thing. I had very loud mufflers and the last thing I wanted to was to wake her parents. As I walked to my car the thought came to me that there were still some of my clothes at my house. I went inside and found a somewhat decent pair pants and hid the soiled ones in my closet, making a mental note to move them when I got a chance. I have to admit, in spite of that, it was a very enjoyable trip back to my grandparents that night.

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FROM FALL INTO EARLY WINTER... (Part 29a)

The goal was to make it to the Thanksgiving “break”. The eating arrangement was working marginally well. The food was good but Mrs. B, on an almost everyday basis was a little “much”. Some of my “brothers” at the fraternity were somewhat envious (but they didn’t have to live with an ulcer) and others were “on my case” for not spending enough time at the house. It was a different kind of pressure that I didn’t need on top of my almost across the board failing grades. I don’t remember the bland diet actually helping the ulcer situation but I’m sure it didn’t make it any worse. I’d been losing weight all through the semester and at least, with Mrs. B feeding me, that trend had stopped.

I was able to secure a ride home from a junior who lived only 40 miles from where I did and who would drop me off in the town where my grandparents lived. It seemed like the minute I sat down in his car all the “pressure” was of of me. I think I slept most of the way home (nine hours). Elle had a ride home from a girl from our town who was a senior at her school. We had touched base with each other the night before we left and fully expected to see each other later that night. It wasn’t to be. When I got dropped off I was to stop in at my grandparents to say “Hi” and to call my father to come pick me up. You can imagine my surprise when I walked in and found my whole family already there. It wasn’t a welcome home party, for sure. Living in a rural area we had to depend on a well for our water. After a hurricane or any other storm that brought abnormally high tides with it there was always some salt water contamination. The most recent storm had thoroughly compromised the well and a new well had to be dug. The drilling company had sunk three new wells and they all had substantial salt in them. My mother, after going without water for two days and with Thanksgiving upon her, decided she’d had enough with waiting for water and that afternoon had convinced my father that they had to move in with my grandparents. It wasn’t the news I wanted to hear. I had nothing against my grandparents. It just mean a crimp in my plans to be with Elle.

Not knowing when Elle would arrive home and the fact that her father went to bed at 9 each night prevented me from calling that night. I didn’t have my car and with the next day being Thanksgiving and the fact that we were having dinner with my grandparents meant the earliest I could get my father to drive me home to get it would be either late that day or even early evening. I was not very happy. The whole car ride home I’d fantasized what the two of us would do together and now I’d have to wait another day.

Thanksgiving morning I was sent on an errand to get a good cigar for my grandfather and the morning newspaper. It was deja-view as that had been my daily routine when I’d lived with my grandparents. As I walked out the kitchen door and across the back porch I saw something that perked me up. I looked over to the house next door and saw a pair of pale yellow panties on a small line hung between the back porch pillars. I was enamoured by the color. I don’t think I’d ever seen yellow panties before. I had no idea who lived there now as I knew the family who had been there when I last lived with my grandparents had moved to the city. All the way to the cigar store I kept thinking of a way to at least find out what the owner of them looked like. I’d gotten pretty good at seeing attractive girls and then visualizing what they looked like in their panties. In this case I already knew what the panties looked like but I needed the other half.

Thanksgiving dinner went well. My grandfather gave me a complete update on his racehorses, showing me pictures taken during the racing season which helped move time along for me. I didn’t nag my father too much and when my grandparents decided to take a nap it was a good time to go get my car and to visit Elle. The well drilling rig appeared to be blocking the garage door where my car was stored. I went into a mini panic when I first saw it but patience paid off and I was able to get it out. I knew that Elle’s family had invited friends for dinner but she’d expected them to leave soon after as they had a three hour trip to their home. I wasn’t happy to find them still there. They were still visiting and when I arrived Elle’s mother “suggested” that she (and I) could wash the dishes. The one good thing about that was we would be somewhat alone and as soon as we walked into the kitchen I grabbed her and gave her a big kiss. It felt so good just to hold her even with her parents just a few feet away. I couldn’t wait to be alone with her.

It was about 8pm when the company finally left. I knew it was useless to suggest we leave because her mother would want to know where we were going and I couldn’t come up with any place that was rational and that she’d accept. That meant we’d have to wait until her parents went to bed. Normally it was about 9pm (as her father left for work around 5am or so) but it wasn’t to be on this night. It was much closer to 10pm when they finally bid us a “good night” with a strong suggestion that I leave at midnight. At that point I didn’t care just as long as they went to bed.

To be continued...

OCTOBER... Finally comes to an end! (Part 28g)

The week was worse than I could have imagined. The “agenda” the brotherhood had come up with called for keeping all of us pledges awake for somewhere around 54 hours straight. We were allowed to go to classes but the instructors and professors made sure no one slept while there. I thought I had a bit of an advantage by having gotten a few hours before the official starting time, especially knowing that some of the other pledges had partied right up to the last minute. But it became obvious, right away, that it didn’t really matter. Without wasting time and space let me just say I survived and was fully initiated into the brotherhood. But... the next morning I reported to the infirmary. I was admitted for dehydration and they ran a whole battery of tests. The results showed that I had a stomach ulcer. The best part of being there was that I got caught up on my sleep. The worst part was finding out that I had to go on a very restrictive, bland diet. As I’ve previously mentioned, Smitty, the fraternity house cook, specialized in Italian dishes and they were a “no-no” for someone with an ulcer. I lay there wondering where I was going to be able to eat, finding the things I had to limit myself to. When Friday came and I was released I wasn’t really in any shape to go visit Elle. I still felt weak (I hadn’t eaten much during the two days of “hell” and had only eaten soft foods for the previous two days) and had not a chance to find a ride. It was NOT a good week at all.

My Mother came up with the idea that I could go to the College Inn and ask if they could provide some of the things on my diet. Before I did that I stopped in to see my parents friends (Mr. and Mrs. B) who ran the clothing store in town (and who I’d been with a few weeks prior at the harness races) just to touch base. The lady, nice but very blunt, told me I looked terrible and wanted to know why. I related my tale of woe and just barely mentioned my concern about where to eat. Without hesitation she said she’d cook for me. I didn’t know what to say. I tried (feebly) to say “no” but she insisted and almost dragged me upstairs (they lived above the store) to feed me lunch. That afternoon we worked out a schedule starting with dinner that night. I really felt uncomfortable but indulged her anyway. When I finally “escaped” I headed for my room.

Bob, my roommate who had been to visit me the night before, wasn’t there. In fact, no one was home. Mrs. K had seemed like she was always there. She kept a radio going from the time she got up in the morning until she sat down to watch television at night and yet there wasn’t a sound. When I walked in the door all I was thinking about was lying down and resting. However, the idea that I was alone in the house was somewhat intriguing. Even though I had no idea what I’d say if she were home, I called out to Mrs. K. Nothing. Other than a few brief peeks into the living room from the foyer, I had no idea what it or the dining room, which was adjacent to it, looked like. What I saw reminded me of my Grandparents house. In a way it was sort of eerie. I’d been through the kitchen, quickly, with Mrs. K. but wanted to take another look. I certainly didn’t expect to find what I did when I walked in from the dining room. To the left, under the stairwell, was a wringer washer. On top of it was a wicker washbasket and I could see clothes piled into it. Taking a big, deep breath I approached it. I know my heart was beating a mile a minute as I peeked in. I had to move a few of the professor’s shirts but right there, staring me in the face, were two pair of white nylon panties. Based upon my sighting of the panties on the clothes line a few weeks earlier I knew they had to be Julia’s. I know I looked over my shoulder a couple of times before I reached in and picked one out. I held it up and stared at the crotch first. The first thing I noticed was that it was much narrower than any panties that I'd seen on Elle or in her dresser back at home. There was an obvious stain. Looking at it closely and then feeling it I found it somewhat crusty. The inside of the crotch showed a dark yellow stain, right in the middle, that ran from front to back. I wondered just what it was and how it got there. The next step was to look at the label and it read “Mojud”, size 5. I was about to pick up the other pair when I thought I heard something at the back door. In a panic I stuffed the panties back in the basket and ran. I made it upstairs without taking a breath... or it seemed that way. I stayed at the head of the stairs for a few minutes and, not hearing anything, decided to continue my investigation of the house. The rules of the house for John, Bob and I were that we were never to go down the other hall, only the one to our rooms. We were allowed to go as far as the bathroom but never to turn left. I decided to push my luck and I think I tip-toed all the way down to Julia’s room. The door was ajar and when I pushed it open I saw a small room, much like the one John occupied. The dresser was right there. I only needed a few steps to be right in front of it. I hesitated a few seconds, making sure I didn’t hear anything from downstairs before pulling open the top drawer. I have to admit I was disappointed. There were maybe eight pair in all and I think three were cotton with blood stains in the crotch. The others, all nylon were pretty much in disrepair. There was no order to them at all. It took me few seconds to remember that this was Friday and the end of the week and that the rest of them were probably in the washbasket downstairs. With that, I closed the drawer and retreated to my room. I remember lying there trying to figure a way to have another chance at Julia’s room in the future.

As I lay there I tried to come up with some sort of an excuse to get out of going back to my parents friends to eat supper. I decided to call home to see if my mother could help me get out of it. When Bob returned to the room I brought him up to date. He thought, under the circumstances, that the offer to feed me was great. He, like most of the brothers at the fraternity house, were fairly sick of pasta. But I was just plain uncomfortable in that I really didn’t know these people all that well. Even though no one was home at that time I didn’t want to chance using their phone, even though the call would be collect. I headed downtown to not only call home but to call Elle to given her the news that I wouldn’t be coming over.

When I reached my mother I got an earful. Mrs. B, the lady who had made the offer to feed me had already called so my mother knew. When the “lecture” was over I still asked how I could get out of having her feeding me. I don’t remember her exact words but in general she said to live with it... that she’d at least know that I was being well fed and was being looked after. It certainly wasn’t what I wanted to hear.

The call to Elle was better. She didn’t lecture me but I could clearly hear her concern as well as disappointment. I promised that I’d get over as soon as I possibly could. As strange as it may seem, considering the detail of my posts up to now, but I don’t remember much about it. My grades had suffered mightily throughout the whole Fall semester and I know there was an all class exam somewhere between initiation and Thanksgiving. I know I got over to see her and I remember both of us spending a lot of time studying. As far as the “up close and personal” stuff I have no specific memory of what we did. I do remember crashing at the fraternity just down the street from her sorority but that’s about it.

To be continued...