WINTER... The bleakest time of year (Part 30c)
The next two weeks dragged. I pretty much kept up with my pledge to study hard and to try and get somewhat caught up. I called Elle on Wednesdays and Saturdays. We had a range of times for me to call where she would be somewhat near the phone when I called to save money. Elle never called me. So, when on the Tuesday before exams started I found a message on the ”bulletin board“ from her I was surprised. She pretty much knew what time the main meal was served at the fraternity and said she’d call back at that time. I couldn’t imagine why she’d be calling me since we’d talked on Saturday and we’d wished each other luck on our exams. The only thing i could think of was that she’d somehow gotten hurt. When my name was called I was ready. I gulped down what I had in my mouth and said ”hello”. The words I heard aged me by about 5 years.
“I think I’m pregnant!” Everything went numb. I have no idea what I said, if anything at all. As I’ve mentioned, the phone at the fraternity was in the coat closet. It was always “close” in there, especially if the coats were wet. All I can tell you was that the temperature in there went up about 20 degrees in a split second. My first words were probably like “Are you sure? When were you due? Have you told anybody?” I don’t know if I did or didn’t because I just don’t remember. Like I said, I was numb.
I will tell you this... never once did my thoughts waver from wanting to do the right thing. When I got off the phone I went into the living room and sat on the sofa facing the fireplace. The first thing I remember consciously thinking about was getting a job. In thinking about it later I amazed myself at how straight forward my thought process was on that subject. I didn’t think about telling my parents or getting married. I was thinking of where I could make enough money to support the two of us.
The first thought was to get a job with the horses. I knew my Grandfather had spoken to the man who trained his racehorses about me working for him during the Summer. I didn’t have his telephone number but knew I could get it from my Grandfather and that’s where I started.
I “fudged” the truth when talking to my Grandfather. The harder part was in talking to the trainer and asking for a job. I tried to think of what to say but wasn’t happy with anything I’d come up with so didn’t immediately call. I guess it was about then when I realized that Elle had no idea where I was coming from. After scrounging up some change for the phone gave her a call. After getting the sorority on the phone all I could get was that she wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t come to the phone. At this point I’d calmed down enough to reflect on what had just happened. I went for a walk down fraternity row and thought about what Elle and I had done over the Christmas holiday. Hindsight is always 20/20 is something my grandfather had said many times in my presence. It sure was true at this moment in time. I’ve mentioned that I was very naive when it came to sexual matters but I did know where babies came from and why. The first time that we’d had sex and I hadn’t pulled out, nothing happened. It had to have been the timing because Elle’s period followed soon afterwards. but, over the holidays we’d done it a number of times and, through our combined naivety, hadn’t figured out where she was in her cycle so just went blindly on not giving the possible consequences much thought.
There was no doubt in my mind that, no matter how difficult it would be for the two of us, we’d get married. Even with all the stress of the past few hours I felt somewhat excited about that prospect. By then I was cold so headed for my room. On my way there I thought about skipping the exam I had scheduled. I guess it was guilt from another source that made me change my mind.
As you would imagine, my thoughts were not on the exam. I got lucky as the focus of it happened to be on the material that I’d been reviewing. But, once it was over, my attention was on trying to reach Elle. Over the next two days I probably made six attempts to get to talk to her but was always told that she wasn’t in or was unavailable. Being a “thick”, dumb male, it didn’t dawn on me that that she was consciously trying to avoid me. That realization finally came on Friday. In spite of our “agreement” that we would wait until exams were over before seeing each other I decided that I had to go see her as soon as possible. With exams in full swing there wasn’t much activity as far as guys traveling to see their “steadies” which meant that it was a bus trip or nothing.
I remember the look of shock on Elle’s face as I walked into her sorority foyer. As luck would have it, she just happened to be there when I arrived. Almost as soon as she saw me I could see tears welling up in her eyes. She grabbed my hnad and started pulling me towards the door to the basement. As soon as we got to the bottom of the stairs she started crying uncontrollably. She hugged me so tightly that it hurt. I, of course, had no idea of what to say or do. I don’t know how long we stood there like that but we eventually ended up in the “game room”. We sat on the sofa, both of us right on the edge and facing each other. The first thing I said was “I love you”. That started the tears all over again. It didn’t last long though. I don’t remember the sequence of what we talked about but I do remember assuring her that I’d be there for her and was ready to do whatever I had to... and willingly. That was the key to the whole thing. She didn’t want to talk with me during the week because she thought that I might abandon her and that was something that she didn’t want to hear. Because of my “reaction” (or lack thereof) when she’d called with the news she became frightened that she would be left alone to figure out what to do. I could see from the look in her eyes that she was relieved that I’d come to see her and that she knew just where I stood.
To be continued...
Friday, April 25, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
WINTER... The bleakest time of year (Part 30b)
Mr T. wasn’t really interested in “small talk” and excused himself to get back to the cow barn as soon as we finished eating. As he left he reminded Mrs T. and Joanne that “chores” still had to be done. I helped clear the table and watched as the two of them stepped outside to go do their jobs. I was somewhat disappointed that I didn’t even get a hint of a peek of Joanne’s panties when she put on her coveralls. With a skirt on, she did the same thing I’d seen her mother do the last time I'd been there and that was to pull the coveralls on under her dress and then to stuff the skirt part of the dress down inside.
Suzette had gone into the living room as the dishes were being cleared. When I walked in I surprised her. She asked how I’d gotten to know her parents and that gave me the opportunity to find out a little about her. We probably chatted for about 10 minutes when I noticed that she was getting a little “edgy”. I remember her getting up and going out into the kitchen and I could see her looking out the window towards the barn. When she came back she asked if I could go out and get her mother. I said “sure” and headed for the barn. The smell in there was almost overpowering. I found Joanne first and asked her to find her mother. It took a while and when I gave the the message she frowned and asked me to go back and tell Suzette she'd have to wait.
When I got back to the house Suzette was no longer there. I had nothing to do so just sat there in the living room until someone returned. I didn't know what was going on. At that point I was really uncomfortable. I guessed that Suzette was upstairs and I was alone and stuck there until Mrs T. returned and drove me back to town.
Joanne was the first back in the house. She sat down across from me and I proceeded to praise her on her cooking skills and the delicious meal we’d just eaten. It was plain to see that she enjoyed hearing the praise. Again, it made me sad to see that she was “trapped” out here on the farm because some people had determined that she wasn’t teachable. In my eyes she was very teachable. Slow, but definitely teachable. She asked where her sister was and I pointed upstairs. She got up and went upstairs but was back quickly. She had a bit of a smirky smile on her face when she did.
I asked what was so funny. At first she just shook her head from side to side but I noticed her smile getting wider. I “pushed" her to tell me why she was smiling. It took a bit of persuasion but she finally said something along the lines of ”I shouldn’t tell you this...“. At that point I really wanted to hear what she had to say. When she opened her mouth I couldn’t believe my ears. What had happened was that Suzette had needed to go to the bathroom and, because, with her hands fully bandaged, she needed help to pull her panties down. That was why I was asked to go fetch her mother. But, by the time she got there it was too late and Suzette had sat on the toilet and peed though her panties.
I could hear the glee in the tone of her voice as she told me and it was somewhat puzzling. I asked her why she thought that was funny. Again, she shook her head from side to side and, again I ”pushed“ her. I think it was because she was now somewhat comfortable with me that she let her guard down. I don’t remember her words but, paraphrasing, it was the first time the situation had been reversed and it was Suzette who had wet herself instead of Joanne. I was able to glean that when Joanne was younger she’d been teased by her sisters when she’d wet her pants and this was sort of a payback. On the one hand I was excited to hear about it but on the other I felt a bit guilty for having taken advantage of Joanne and her innocence.
It was almost timed perfectly for Mrs T. to reappear. She also asked where Suzette was and Joanne, now feeing somewhat giddy, announced that she’d gone ”wee wee in her pants“. I had to hide the smile on my face. Mrs T. looked with alarm at Joanne and then headed up the stairs. When she returned it was obvious she was upset with Joanne and told her to go to the kitchen. Then she told me that she’d be right with me to take me back to campus. It was time, for sure.
I retrieved my coat and waited for her to return. I heard her call me from the kitchen so followed the call. Joanne was standing by the sink and was crying. Mrs. T had her coat on and was standing by the door. I didn’t know what to say or do. Even though Joanne wasn’t paying attention to anything I felt I should thank her again for cooking the meal. She sort of looked up and barely waved her hand to acknowledge me. I felt badly for her and sort of wished I knew what Mrs T. had said to her.
Mrs T. was unusually quiet on the short trip to town. As we approached the house I made a general statement along the lines that I hoped everything was OK with Joanne. She kind of grimaced and shook her head. She mumbled something about how she was disappointed in Joanne but I could see she didn’t want to discuss it. As I was about to get out of the car I told her I hoped she liked the Christmas present. It was immediately obvious that she was embarrassed that she’d forgotten to open it while I was there and was all apologetic. What that did was to start a conversation about Joanne.
I don’t think I said a word for about five minutes. Mrs T. told me about how, when all the girls were young, the older two would tease Joanne and get her upset and mad and how she would end up wetting her pants. Even though the older two were scolded and told not to do it they would, from time to time, get upset with Joanne because she was ”slow”. The end result was a wetting “incident“. With the older two away at college there was a lot less interaction between them and Mrs T. was hopeful that all that had happened in the past was long gone. What had happened earlier showed that it was still festering. Mrs T. went on to tell me that when Joanne had gone upstairs to see where Suzette was she left her sitting on the toilet in her wet panties and wouldn’t help her. I swear I was biting my tongue to keep from smiling when she told me that. I remember thinking ”Good for you, Joanne!“. When I got out of the car I thanked Mrs T. for the meal and told her that I was sure the situation at home would work out. At least for Joanne I hoped it would.
To be continued...
Mr T. wasn’t really interested in “small talk” and excused himself to get back to the cow barn as soon as we finished eating. As he left he reminded Mrs T. and Joanne that “chores” still had to be done. I helped clear the table and watched as the two of them stepped outside to go do their jobs. I was somewhat disappointed that I didn’t even get a hint of a peek of Joanne’s panties when she put on her coveralls. With a skirt on, she did the same thing I’d seen her mother do the last time I'd been there and that was to pull the coveralls on under her dress and then to stuff the skirt part of the dress down inside.
Suzette had gone into the living room as the dishes were being cleared. When I walked in I surprised her. She asked how I’d gotten to know her parents and that gave me the opportunity to find out a little about her. We probably chatted for about 10 minutes when I noticed that she was getting a little “edgy”. I remember her getting up and going out into the kitchen and I could see her looking out the window towards the barn. When she came back she asked if I could go out and get her mother. I said “sure” and headed for the barn. The smell in there was almost overpowering. I found Joanne first and asked her to find her mother. It took a while and when I gave the the message she frowned and asked me to go back and tell Suzette she'd have to wait.
When I got back to the house Suzette was no longer there. I had nothing to do so just sat there in the living room until someone returned. I didn't know what was going on. At that point I was really uncomfortable. I guessed that Suzette was upstairs and I was alone and stuck there until Mrs T. returned and drove me back to town.
Joanne was the first back in the house. She sat down across from me and I proceeded to praise her on her cooking skills and the delicious meal we’d just eaten. It was plain to see that she enjoyed hearing the praise. Again, it made me sad to see that she was “trapped” out here on the farm because some people had determined that she wasn’t teachable. In my eyes she was very teachable. Slow, but definitely teachable. She asked where her sister was and I pointed upstairs. She got up and went upstairs but was back quickly. She had a bit of a smirky smile on her face when she did.
I asked what was so funny. At first she just shook her head from side to side but I noticed her smile getting wider. I “pushed" her to tell me why she was smiling. It took a bit of persuasion but she finally said something along the lines of ”I shouldn’t tell you this...“. At that point I really wanted to hear what she had to say. When she opened her mouth I couldn’t believe my ears. What had happened was that Suzette had needed to go to the bathroom and, because, with her hands fully bandaged, she needed help to pull her panties down. That was why I was asked to go fetch her mother. But, by the time she got there it was too late and Suzette had sat on the toilet and peed though her panties.
I could hear the glee in the tone of her voice as she told me and it was somewhat puzzling. I asked her why she thought that was funny. Again, she shook her head from side to side and, again I ”pushed“ her. I think it was because she was now somewhat comfortable with me that she let her guard down. I don’t remember her words but, paraphrasing, it was the first time the situation had been reversed and it was Suzette who had wet herself instead of Joanne. I was able to glean that when Joanne was younger she’d been teased by her sisters when she’d wet her pants and this was sort of a payback. On the one hand I was excited to hear about it but on the other I felt a bit guilty for having taken advantage of Joanne and her innocence.
It was almost timed perfectly for Mrs T. to reappear. She also asked where Suzette was and Joanne, now feeing somewhat giddy, announced that she’d gone ”wee wee in her pants“. I had to hide the smile on my face. Mrs T. looked with alarm at Joanne and then headed up the stairs. When she returned it was obvious she was upset with Joanne and told her to go to the kitchen. Then she told me that she’d be right with me to take me back to campus. It was time, for sure.
I retrieved my coat and waited for her to return. I heard her call me from the kitchen so followed the call. Joanne was standing by the sink and was crying. Mrs. T had her coat on and was standing by the door. I didn’t know what to say or do. Even though Joanne wasn’t paying attention to anything I felt I should thank her again for cooking the meal. She sort of looked up and barely waved her hand to acknowledge me. I felt badly for her and sort of wished I knew what Mrs T. had said to her.
Mrs T. was unusually quiet on the short trip to town. As we approached the house I made a general statement along the lines that I hoped everything was OK with Joanne. She kind of grimaced and shook her head. She mumbled something about how she was disappointed in Joanne but I could see she didn’t want to discuss it. As I was about to get out of the car I told her I hoped she liked the Christmas present. It was immediately obvious that she was embarrassed that she’d forgotten to open it while I was there and was all apologetic. What that did was to start a conversation about Joanne.
I don’t think I said a word for about five minutes. Mrs T. told me about how, when all the girls were young, the older two would tease Joanne and get her upset and mad and how she would end up wetting her pants. Even though the older two were scolded and told not to do it they would, from time to time, get upset with Joanne because she was ”slow”. The end result was a wetting “incident“. With the older two away at college there was a lot less interaction between them and Mrs T. was hopeful that all that had happened in the past was long gone. What had happened earlier showed that it was still festering. Mrs T. went on to tell me that when Joanne had gone upstairs to see where Suzette was she left her sitting on the toilet in her wet panties and wouldn’t help her. I swear I was biting my tongue to keep from smiling when she told me that. I remember thinking ”Good for you, Joanne!“. When I got out of the car I thanked Mrs T. for the meal and told her that I was sure the situation at home would work out. At least for Joanne I hoped it would.
To be continued...
Monday, April 14, 2008
WINTER... The bleakest time of year (Part 30a)
The trip back to school was long and boring. The further we went the worse the weather got. What should’ve been, at most, a 9 hour trip, ended up taking over 11 hours. Because I’d expected to be back around 7pm I’d asked Elle to call around 8pm to let me know she’d made it back OK. Instead of being dropped off where I lived, I asked to be left off at the fraternity. As I think I mentioned before, there was a large oil painting of the fraternity crest hanging in the foyer. Someone discovered that if you pushed the canvas back from the frame you could push a slip of paper in and it would stay. As strange as it seems, it became a bulletin board, of sorts, where telephone messages were posted. Because we’d all been away on vacation, there weren’t many there and when I saw one with my name on it I was excited. Only it wasn’t Elle who had called. It was Mrs T. from the farm family that had befriended me. I was invited to dinner on Sunday. I was disappointed that Elle hadn’t called. It was too late to call the sorority so I headed for my room. As I walked though the snow I got to thinking about the "T's" and was happy for the invite. In spite of my missing Elle so badly, the thought of seeing Joanne again did offer some “sunshine” in what appeared to be a very daunting period of time for me.
I was able to call Elle the next morning and talking to her actually made me feel worse. I think it was the thought of waiting 3 weeks to see her again that made it so bad. I put off calling Mrs T. for a while but when I did I agreed to meet her at her church on Sunday to make it easier for her. At least it was something positive to look forward to.
As hard as it was, I'd made a conscious effort to try and get caught up on my schoolwork. I’d promised Elle I would and, with my primary thoughts on her, I found myself feeling guilty if I wasn’t at least trying. I found the best place for studying was the library. There weren’t the distractions that were all around the fraternity house and, of course, the BIG one back at my room... my bed. In truth, I was way behind in two courses. As I made the attempt to get caught up I was gripped with the fear of failing both. That made it even harder.
By Sunday, I was ready for a break. I knew it would’ve been polite to have gone to church with Mrs T. but used the excuse that it wasn’t the right denomination. I waited outside and, feeling somewhat embarrassed as the people filed out, almost walked away before she appeared. I was actually relieved when she did. I had managed to get the proper Christmas present exchanged with Mrs B. and had that with me as well. It was a good “ice breaker” and helped get the conversation started on the trip out to the farm.
When we pulled into the yard I couldn’t believe how much more snow there was than when I was there just before Christmas. I couldn’t see the house from the road because of the way Mr T. had piled it up with his bucket loader. However, the big surprise was when I walked into the house. I fully expected to see Joanne but there was another girl there in the kitchen as well.
It only took a few seconds to recognize her as one of Joanne’s older sisters. She had the same long blond hair as Joanne but was a little more “solid”. Actually, the first thing I noticed was that both her hands were wrapped. Mrs T. followed me into the kitchen and then proceeded to introduce me. The sister's name was Suzette. Then she explained that she was still home because she had fallen leaving church on Christmas eve. She'd broken one wrist, sprained the other and had also sprained two fingers on the same hand. All the time her mother was explaining what happened I could see that Suzette was embarrassed. She was to go back to the Doctor's the next day, and, if everything looked OK, would then be headed back to school. She was wearing a skirt and blouse, as was Joanne. I assumed that Mrs T. had mandated it because of my being a “guest”. I took a close look at Suzette when she was talking to Joanne and could see that she wasn’t as pretty as she’d appeared in the picture of her that I’d seen. That’s not to say she wasn’t pretty because she was but as I looked at the two sisters, I found Joanne to be the prettiest one.
Joanne had volunteered to do most of the meal preparation. With Mrs T. at church, Suzette had overseen the process and it appeared that everything was on schedule. I still had Mrs T’s Christmas present but didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of the girls so put it aside. We had to wait for Mr T. to come in and get cleaned up before we ate. I tried to make conversation but was concerned that if I paid too much attention to Suzette that Joanne would get jealous and possibly sulk if I did. It was awkward, at best. As we ate Mrs T. continued to make positive comments on the nice meal that Joanne had prepared and I followed suit. But I wanted to know more about Suzette. I wondered if it was her room that I’d slept in the night I’d stayed over and had peeked into the panty drawer. If it was, I now had another face to put with the panties I'd seen.
To be continued...
The trip back to school was long and boring. The further we went the worse the weather got. What should’ve been, at most, a 9 hour trip, ended up taking over 11 hours. Because I’d expected to be back around 7pm I’d asked Elle to call around 8pm to let me know she’d made it back OK. Instead of being dropped off where I lived, I asked to be left off at the fraternity. As I think I mentioned before, there was a large oil painting of the fraternity crest hanging in the foyer. Someone discovered that if you pushed the canvas back from the frame you could push a slip of paper in and it would stay. As strange as it seems, it became a bulletin board, of sorts, where telephone messages were posted. Because we’d all been away on vacation, there weren’t many there and when I saw one with my name on it I was excited. Only it wasn’t Elle who had called. It was Mrs T. from the farm family that had befriended me. I was invited to dinner on Sunday. I was disappointed that Elle hadn’t called. It was too late to call the sorority so I headed for my room. As I walked though the snow I got to thinking about the "T's" and was happy for the invite. In spite of my missing Elle so badly, the thought of seeing Joanne again did offer some “sunshine” in what appeared to be a very daunting period of time for me.
I was able to call Elle the next morning and talking to her actually made me feel worse. I think it was the thought of waiting 3 weeks to see her again that made it so bad. I put off calling Mrs T. for a while but when I did I agreed to meet her at her church on Sunday to make it easier for her. At least it was something positive to look forward to.
As hard as it was, I'd made a conscious effort to try and get caught up on my schoolwork. I’d promised Elle I would and, with my primary thoughts on her, I found myself feeling guilty if I wasn’t at least trying. I found the best place for studying was the library. There weren’t the distractions that were all around the fraternity house and, of course, the BIG one back at my room... my bed. In truth, I was way behind in two courses. As I made the attempt to get caught up I was gripped with the fear of failing both. That made it even harder.
By Sunday, I was ready for a break. I knew it would’ve been polite to have gone to church with Mrs T. but used the excuse that it wasn’t the right denomination. I waited outside and, feeling somewhat embarrassed as the people filed out, almost walked away before she appeared. I was actually relieved when she did. I had managed to get the proper Christmas present exchanged with Mrs B. and had that with me as well. It was a good “ice breaker” and helped get the conversation started on the trip out to the farm.
When we pulled into the yard I couldn’t believe how much more snow there was than when I was there just before Christmas. I couldn’t see the house from the road because of the way Mr T. had piled it up with his bucket loader. However, the big surprise was when I walked into the house. I fully expected to see Joanne but there was another girl there in the kitchen as well.
It only took a few seconds to recognize her as one of Joanne’s older sisters. She had the same long blond hair as Joanne but was a little more “solid”. Actually, the first thing I noticed was that both her hands were wrapped. Mrs T. followed me into the kitchen and then proceeded to introduce me. The sister's name was Suzette. Then she explained that she was still home because she had fallen leaving church on Christmas eve. She'd broken one wrist, sprained the other and had also sprained two fingers on the same hand. All the time her mother was explaining what happened I could see that Suzette was embarrassed. She was to go back to the Doctor's the next day, and, if everything looked OK, would then be headed back to school. She was wearing a skirt and blouse, as was Joanne. I assumed that Mrs T. had mandated it because of my being a “guest”. I took a close look at Suzette when she was talking to Joanne and could see that she wasn’t as pretty as she’d appeared in the picture of her that I’d seen. That’s not to say she wasn’t pretty because she was but as I looked at the two sisters, I found Joanne to be the prettiest one.
Joanne had volunteered to do most of the meal preparation. With Mrs T. at church, Suzette had overseen the process and it appeared that everything was on schedule. I still had Mrs T’s Christmas present but didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of the girls so put it aside. We had to wait for Mr T. to come in and get cleaned up before we ate. I tried to make conversation but was concerned that if I paid too much attention to Suzette that Joanne would get jealous and possibly sulk if I did. It was awkward, at best. As we ate Mrs T. continued to make positive comments on the nice meal that Joanne had prepared and I followed suit. But I wanted to know more about Suzette. I wondered if it was her room that I’d slept in the night I’d stayed over and had peeked into the panty drawer. If it was, I now had another face to put with the panties I'd seen.
To be continued...
Thursday, April 10, 2008
DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 29Q)
In that position, it was almost a reflex action for my hand to find its way between her legs and buried into her crotch. I still had the new panties I’d just bought for her stuffed into my pocket. She was wearing a pair of the Carter’s heavy cotton. The ribbed cotton material didn’t lend itself to a sensual feeling like nylon did. I rubbed for a few seconds and then asked if she’d do me a favor. She looked up at me with a puzzled look and kind of shrugged. I asked her to sit up and when she did I pulled the panties out. She took them and I remember her commenting on how pretty they were. I would’ve liked to ask her to trade them for the ones she was wearing but I knew that would never happen. So, I asked if she would slip these on over the panties she had on. I clearly remember her giving me one of those “looks” as if I was crazy. She said they were too pretty to do that but, for once, I prevailed.
She sat up and then slipped them up her legs and on over the wet Carter’s panties. I had hoped to see them on her but she, very deftly, managed to do it without me seeing much at all. When she lay back down I went right back to where I’d been. The feeling was tremendous. I’d never felt nylon panties over wet cotton panties before but I immediately knew that I liked it. It, at least to me, was something very truly sensual. I was satisfied to just rub the panties for a while. When I finally started looking for a leg opening she moved her body indicating that she didn’t want me to go there. Now I was really confused. Mixed signals, for sure. I went back to ”kneading“ her warm, damp crotch and impatiently waiting to make another attempt. I was just too unsure of her mind set to ask what was going on.
I had the motor running to keep the heater on and after a while the windows became fogged up. I remember her rolling back and looking at the steamed up window on the passenger side. Her body movement made my hand, involuntarily, go to the leg opening of her panties. My fingers immediately went inside. I expected her to indicate to me to remove them but she didn’t. She settled back into her normal position and, as if to confirm her acceptance of my entry to the ”promised land“, she raised her top leg up a bit.
I’d maintained a soft bulge all during the time we’d been in that position but once she raised her leg, it went to a full, tight, bulge. As I remember it, it took a while for me to get her to really respond to my finger action. As far as time goes, I have no idea. But, when she did, it was wild. As she became more and more responsive I became more and more excited about what I hoped was going to happen. I was actually praying that I didn’t come before that. But, when I started to remove my hand, she moaned loudly and mumbled for me not to stop what I was doing. I kept on going. Again, I have no idea about time but I do know that she soon reached a climax. She had my head pulled down to hers and was kissing me wildly, all the while moaning loudly. Shortly after she ”came“ she let my head go and just rolled as far back as she could and stared up at me with this funny, glassy, look in her eyes. I remember moving my fingers ever so slightly and having her tell me to stop. I didn’t realize it at the time but I had witness her first orgasm. I was so naive as to the sexuality of a female at that time that I remember feeling somewhat cheated.
When she ”recovered“ we took a look at the time and had about an hour before we had to be back to get her things and get to the train. I remember taking a chance and asking her if she needed to ”go“. It was something I seldom, if ever, brought up to her. She did a quick calculation and said that it was probably a good idea. I was hoping that was what she was going to say because it would give me one last chance to watch her pee through her panties and to see the new ones. By then the windows were really steamed up. Elle grabbed her skirt and slipped it back over her head and pulled it down, buttoning it at the waist. Then she opened the door. She started to step outside but stopped. I asked her what was wrong. There were three cars that come along and parked while we were ”busy“. She wasn’t about to step out and pee under those conditions.
There wasn’t any other choice but to head for home. But, I’m sure you’ve faced the same situation that when someone raises a point and then you can’t get it out of your mind. That’s what happened to Elle. I’d planted the ”seed”. We hadn’t gotten very far when she announce that she was ”leaking“. I started to pull over to the side of the road but she told me not to. She still had her skirt up around her waist and, even though I was driving, I watched as she pulled the towel that she was sitting on out from under her and ball it all up. Then she stuffed it between her legs and under her. Neither of us said a word. A few minutes later I asked if she was OK and she nodded that she was. I’ll admit it was somewhat exciting for me in knowing that Elle was sitting right next to me and peeing in her panties but it surely wasn’t the same as watching her pee puddling on the ground.
It was probably another 15 minutes until we were back in her driveway. I remember following her into the house and thinking how brave she was walking in to face her mother while wearing completely soaked panties. She went upstairs to change into her ”travel clothes“ (and to wash up) while I tried to make small talk with her mother. When she returned she had her bags and gave them to me to take to the car while she said her good bye to her mother. We were fairly quiet on the way to the train station. I was consumed by the fact that we’d agreed that it would be three and a half weeks until we saw each other again. I knew her well enough to know that any discussion on the matter at that time was useless. When the train pulled in I got her bags and carried them to the coach. When we said our good bye I saw tears in her eyes. She had her long wool coat on but it was unbuttoned and I slid my hands under it and right to her butt cheeks. There was no doubt that she was wearing a ”package“. There was certainly noting sexual about it but I found myself starting a bulge. We kissed until the whistle blew and she broke away, grabbed her bags and stepped up into the coach. I stood there waving until the train was but a dot on the horizon.
To be continued...
In that position, it was almost a reflex action for my hand to find its way between her legs and buried into her crotch. I still had the new panties I’d just bought for her stuffed into my pocket. She was wearing a pair of the Carter’s heavy cotton. The ribbed cotton material didn’t lend itself to a sensual feeling like nylon did. I rubbed for a few seconds and then asked if she’d do me a favor. She looked up at me with a puzzled look and kind of shrugged. I asked her to sit up and when she did I pulled the panties out. She took them and I remember her commenting on how pretty they were. I would’ve liked to ask her to trade them for the ones she was wearing but I knew that would never happen. So, I asked if she would slip these on over the panties she had on. I clearly remember her giving me one of those “looks” as if I was crazy. She said they were too pretty to do that but, for once, I prevailed.
She sat up and then slipped them up her legs and on over the wet Carter’s panties. I had hoped to see them on her but she, very deftly, managed to do it without me seeing much at all. When she lay back down I went right back to where I’d been. The feeling was tremendous. I’d never felt nylon panties over wet cotton panties before but I immediately knew that I liked it. It, at least to me, was something very truly sensual. I was satisfied to just rub the panties for a while. When I finally started looking for a leg opening she moved her body indicating that she didn’t want me to go there. Now I was really confused. Mixed signals, for sure. I went back to ”kneading“ her warm, damp crotch and impatiently waiting to make another attempt. I was just too unsure of her mind set to ask what was going on.
I had the motor running to keep the heater on and after a while the windows became fogged up. I remember her rolling back and looking at the steamed up window on the passenger side. Her body movement made my hand, involuntarily, go to the leg opening of her panties. My fingers immediately went inside. I expected her to indicate to me to remove them but she didn’t. She settled back into her normal position and, as if to confirm her acceptance of my entry to the ”promised land“, she raised her top leg up a bit.
I’d maintained a soft bulge all during the time we’d been in that position but once she raised her leg, it went to a full, tight, bulge. As I remember it, it took a while for me to get her to really respond to my finger action. As far as time goes, I have no idea. But, when she did, it was wild. As she became more and more responsive I became more and more excited about what I hoped was going to happen. I was actually praying that I didn’t come before that. But, when I started to remove my hand, she moaned loudly and mumbled for me not to stop what I was doing. I kept on going. Again, I have no idea about time but I do know that she soon reached a climax. She had my head pulled down to hers and was kissing me wildly, all the while moaning loudly. Shortly after she ”came“ she let my head go and just rolled as far back as she could and stared up at me with this funny, glassy, look in her eyes. I remember moving my fingers ever so slightly and having her tell me to stop. I didn’t realize it at the time but I had witness her first orgasm. I was so naive as to the sexuality of a female at that time that I remember feeling somewhat cheated.
When she ”recovered“ we took a look at the time and had about an hour before we had to be back to get her things and get to the train. I remember taking a chance and asking her if she needed to ”go“. It was something I seldom, if ever, brought up to her. She did a quick calculation and said that it was probably a good idea. I was hoping that was what she was going to say because it would give me one last chance to watch her pee through her panties and to see the new ones. By then the windows were really steamed up. Elle grabbed her skirt and slipped it back over her head and pulled it down, buttoning it at the waist. Then she opened the door. She started to step outside but stopped. I asked her what was wrong. There were three cars that come along and parked while we were ”busy“. She wasn’t about to step out and pee under those conditions.
There wasn’t any other choice but to head for home. But, I’m sure you’ve faced the same situation that when someone raises a point and then you can’t get it out of your mind. That’s what happened to Elle. I’d planted the ”seed”. We hadn’t gotten very far when she announce that she was ”leaking“. I started to pull over to the side of the road but she told me not to. She still had her skirt up around her waist and, even though I was driving, I watched as she pulled the towel that she was sitting on out from under her and ball it all up. Then she stuffed it between her legs and under her. Neither of us said a word. A few minutes later I asked if she was OK and she nodded that she was. I’ll admit it was somewhat exciting for me in knowing that Elle was sitting right next to me and peeing in her panties but it surely wasn’t the same as watching her pee puddling on the ground.
It was probably another 15 minutes until we were back in her driveway. I remember following her into the house and thinking how brave she was walking in to face her mother while wearing completely soaked panties. She went upstairs to change into her ”travel clothes“ (and to wash up) while I tried to make small talk with her mother. When she returned she had her bags and gave them to me to take to the car while she said her good bye to her mother. We were fairly quiet on the way to the train station. I was consumed by the fact that we’d agreed that it would be three and a half weeks until we saw each other again. I knew her well enough to know that any discussion on the matter at that time was useless. When the train pulled in I got her bags and carried them to the coach. When we said our good bye I saw tears in her eyes. She had her long wool coat on but it was unbuttoned and I slid my hands under it and right to her butt cheeks. There was no doubt that she was wearing a ”package“. There was certainly noting sexual about it but I found myself starting a bulge. We kissed until the whistle blew and she broke away, grabbed her bags and stepped up into the coach. I stood there waving until the train was but a dot on the horizon.
To be continued...
Monday, April 07, 2008
DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 29p)
Arrangements were made for me to pick my brother up around 9am. It meant leaving home around 8am, which wasn't a problem. What was a problem, though, was that I had told Elle I'd be over at her house around 9am and there was no way to tell her that night. As far as calling in the morning I never liked calling her house when I knew her mother would answer. I was not a very happy young man when I finally went to bed.
When I came down stairs the next morning there was a $10 bill on the table where I kept the keys to my car. That brightened my outlook quite a bit. My mother said that $5 was for gas for my car and the other $5 was for me. As I was about to leave I checked on Elle's shade and it was still down. I "sucked it up" and walked over to her house and knocked on the door. I asked her mother to tell her I'd be back around 10am or so. I don't know why I was always intimidated by her when I was alone with her because she really was very nice to me. In any case, I was on my way.
After buying the gas it was like that unexpected $5 was burning a hole in my pocket. Somewhere along the way I got a wild idea. I knew the stores in my Grandfather's town opened at 10am and I got to thinking that if I timed it just right I could be there when they did. My idea was to go back to the store where I'd purchased the slip for my Mother for Christmas. I remembered the fancy panties that I'd seen but didn't buy. I thought it'd be a nice "farewell" surprise for Elle when we were at the "Point" a little later on.
When I stopped there my brother was being a real pain. I certainly wasn't going to tell him what I was doing so I stopped in the Woolworth's parking lot and ran through the store out to Main Street. The panties were still available and I remember the price ($1.69). Because there was no one in the store the transaction only took a few minutes. I remember pulling the panties out of the bag and stuffing them in my pocket as I ran down the street. Of course, my brother was all over me as to why we'd stopped. I could only hope that he wouldn't mention it to my mother because I knew if he did my mother would surely ask as well.
By the time we got back home it was almost 10:30am. I immediately went over to Elle's. She hadn't told her mother of our plans and when she did, her mother was a bit concerned that we would be late in getting back so made her go pack her bag before we left. She then admonished me to have her back in plenty of time to make the train at 2:30pm. She couldn’t understand why we just couldn’t stay there. If she only knew!
It was not a pretty day; gray and overcast. Once at the ”Point“, even though we couldn’t see the other shore, the water was still nice to look at. But that wasn’t our prime interest. It appeared to me that Elle knew where this was all going. She was wearing an old skirt that she hadn’t worn since High School. When her mother asked her why, Elle picked up on it quickly saying that she'd done as her mother asked and all her clothes were packed except for her good "travel clothes". Her mother bought it; at least she didn't comment. Being the middle of the Winter and daylight, the ”Point“ was deserted. We parked so we could see both the water and any cars that might be headed in our direction. As soon as I stopped the car Elle slid away from me and leaned against the passenger door. She then put her feet up on the seat and pulled her knees up to her chin. I could see a little peek of her panties and that, of course, started a bulge. Seeing that, I slid over to where she was and slid my hand up into her crotch. I was puzzled by the fact that she wasn't wearing nylon panties. I'd been pretty sure she knew where this was all headed so it seemed strange. Notwithstanding that, she was in a playful mood and sort of pretended that she didn’t want me "up there". One thing led to another and she ended up rolling into a ball with me tickling her. I remember her pleading for me to stop but laughing at the same time. This went on for a few minutes before she yelled an emphatic ”STOP... I’m leaking!“. I did and she immediately sat up, opened the door and stepped out of the car. I sat there and watched as she spread her legs and proceeded to make a puddle on the asphalt of the parking lot. I was disappointed that I couldn't see her panties as she had pulled the hem of her skirt up from behind and had it balled up in front of her. I noticed that she'd spread her legs way further apart than usual and she was bending over watching the growing puddle. The first thing she said was to ask for a towel. I'd moved so I was lying on the seat. I just reached under it and pulled one out and handed it to her. I watched as she wiped down her legs and then her socks and shoes. I asked if any had run into her socks and she said it didn’t but it was the splashing had wet them some. When she was finished she put the towel on the seat and climbed in. The next thing she said sort of shocked me. ”Are you happy now?“. I remember sitting there and being embarrassed. She wasn’t mad when she said it. I was afraid to say ”yes“ so didn’t say anything. Then I remember laying there with my head on her lap, looking up at her. I also remember her asking what time it was. I’d originally figured that we had about three hours and one of them was now gone.
When I finally sat up I asked her if she wanted to lay across my lap like we usually did when in the car. She said that would be good. But when she was up and on her knees, getting turned around, I found the button to her skirt and managed to get it undone. She looked at me and had a big smile on her face. She didn’t move so I continued on and found the zipper. I was struggling with it so she reached up and helped me. Then she just slid the skirt off. She did have on a slip and I really wanted that off as well but she wasn’t willing to go that far, at least at that moment.
To be continued...
Arrangements were made for me to pick my brother up around 9am. It meant leaving home around 8am, which wasn't a problem. What was a problem, though, was that I had told Elle I'd be over at her house around 9am and there was no way to tell her that night. As far as calling in the morning I never liked calling her house when I knew her mother would answer. I was not a very happy young man when I finally went to bed.
When I came down stairs the next morning there was a $10 bill on the table where I kept the keys to my car. That brightened my outlook quite a bit. My mother said that $5 was for gas for my car and the other $5 was for me. As I was about to leave I checked on Elle's shade and it was still down. I "sucked it up" and walked over to her house and knocked on the door. I asked her mother to tell her I'd be back around 10am or so. I don't know why I was always intimidated by her when I was alone with her because she really was very nice to me. In any case, I was on my way.
After buying the gas it was like that unexpected $5 was burning a hole in my pocket. Somewhere along the way I got a wild idea. I knew the stores in my Grandfather's town opened at 10am and I got to thinking that if I timed it just right I could be there when they did. My idea was to go back to the store where I'd purchased the slip for my Mother for Christmas. I remembered the fancy panties that I'd seen but didn't buy. I thought it'd be a nice "farewell" surprise for Elle when we were at the "Point" a little later on.
When I stopped there my brother was being a real pain. I certainly wasn't going to tell him what I was doing so I stopped in the Woolworth's parking lot and ran through the store out to Main Street. The panties were still available and I remember the price ($1.69). Because there was no one in the store the transaction only took a few minutes. I remember pulling the panties out of the bag and stuffing them in my pocket as I ran down the street. Of course, my brother was all over me as to why we'd stopped. I could only hope that he wouldn't mention it to my mother because I knew if he did my mother would surely ask as well.
By the time we got back home it was almost 10:30am. I immediately went over to Elle's. She hadn't told her mother of our plans and when she did, her mother was a bit concerned that we would be late in getting back so made her go pack her bag before we left. She then admonished me to have her back in plenty of time to make the train at 2:30pm. She couldn’t understand why we just couldn’t stay there. If she only knew!
It was not a pretty day; gray and overcast. Once at the ”Point“, even though we couldn’t see the other shore, the water was still nice to look at. But that wasn’t our prime interest. It appeared to me that Elle knew where this was all going. She was wearing an old skirt that she hadn’t worn since High School. When her mother asked her why, Elle picked up on it quickly saying that she'd done as her mother asked and all her clothes were packed except for her good "travel clothes". Her mother bought it; at least she didn't comment. Being the middle of the Winter and daylight, the ”Point“ was deserted. We parked so we could see both the water and any cars that might be headed in our direction. As soon as I stopped the car Elle slid away from me and leaned against the passenger door. She then put her feet up on the seat and pulled her knees up to her chin. I could see a little peek of her panties and that, of course, started a bulge. Seeing that, I slid over to where she was and slid my hand up into her crotch. I was puzzled by the fact that she wasn't wearing nylon panties. I'd been pretty sure she knew where this was all headed so it seemed strange. Notwithstanding that, she was in a playful mood and sort of pretended that she didn’t want me "up there". One thing led to another and she ended up rolling into a ball with me tickling her. I remember her pleading for me to stop but laughing at the same time. This went on for a few minutes before she yelled an emphatic ”STOP... I’m leaking!“. I did and she immediately sat up, opened the door and stepped out of the car. I sat there and watched as she spread her legs and proceeded to make a puddle on the asphalt of the parking lot. I was disappointed that I couldn't see her panties as she had pulled the hem of her skirt up from behind and had it balled up in front of her. I noticed that she'd spread her legs way further apart than usual and she was bending over watching the growing puddle. The first thing she said was to ask for a towel. I'd moved so I was lying on the seat. I just reached under it and pulled one out and handed it to her. I watched as she wiped down her legs and then her socks and shoes. I asked if any had run into her socks and she said it didn’t but it was the splashing had wet them some. When she was finished she put the towel on the seat and climbed in. The next thing she said sort of shocked me. ”Are you happy now?“. I remember sitting there and being embarrassed. She wasn’t mad when she said it. I was afraid to say ”yes“ so didn’t say anything. Then I remember laying there with my head on her lap, looking up at her. I also remember her asking what time it was. I’d originally figured that we had about three hours and one of them was now gone.
When I finally sat up I asked her if she wanted to lay across my lap like we usually did when in the car. She said that would be good. But when she was up and on her knees, getting turned around, I found the button to her skirt and managed to get it undone. She looked at me and had a big smile on her face. She didn’t move so I continued on and found the zipper. I was struggling with it so she reached up and helped me. Then she just slid the skirt off. She did have on a slip and I really wanted that off as well but she wasn’t willing to go that far, at least at that moment.
To be continued...
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 29 o)
As we said our “good night”, we agreed that I’d be up and waiting at her front door at 8am. Vacation time was running out on us. Her brother was returning on the noon train and her parents were planning a big dinner featuring his favorites. That meant I’d not see her for most of the day so the morning was the only time we could count on. I knew she always put her window shade up as soon as she got up. At 8am sharp I was pacing in the road in front of her house but the shade was still down. It stayed down until about 8:15am or so. I saw her peering out the window and when she saw me she waved. Within seconds the door opened. I was absolutely shocked to see Elle in her pajamas. I couldn’t believe it. In all the time I’d spent over at her house I’d never seen her dressed that way with her mother in the house. As soon as I was in the door she pulled me over to a corner of the room and indicated for me to be quiet. She whispered that her parents were still asleep. I immediately gave her a big hug and, as usual, my hands went right for her butt cheeks. She still had on her night time “package” including the plastic panties. I really wanted to see her wearing them and especially when she was wet. By the squishiness of what was in both my hands she surely was. The bulge was almost instantaneous. The problem for me was how to ask. The last thing I wanted was to get her upset. Just holding her in all her wetness was sort of a dream come true. I started backing towards the sofa, pulling her with me. When the back of my legs touched it I sat down but left her standing with my hands now on her hips. Carefully, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her pajama bottoms an started pulling them down. She swatted my hands and asked in a strong whisper what I was doing. I don’t know exactly what I said but it was something like “I just want a peek”. She looked over her shoulder and then walked over to the entryway. As she walked back she was already pulling the waistband down. I only got to see the lower (important) half. Being made of a somewhat cloudy plastic I really couldn’t see all that much but when she got close I did put my hand in her crotch. Even though I knew she used sanitary pads I’d never felt them when they were wet. I know it sounds gross but it was thrilling to me. I only got a quick squeeze as she pulled the bottoms back up and then backed out of the room.
This period of time was way before “All In The Family” on TV but every time I watched that show I was reminded of Elle’s house. Every time the upstairs toilet was flushed everybody downstairs knew it. Sitting where I was I could even hear the water going down the sink drain. I could picture her getting washed up as I sat there. I also remember wondering just how long it would be before I finally got to see her with no clothes on.
I heard the stairs creaking as she returned. Because the dinner for her brother was special she’d gotten dressed in nice clothes. I immediately recognized the sweater she was wearing as the one I’d given her the previous Christmas. As she walked up to me she surprised me once again. About three feet from me she stopped and reached down for the hem of her skirt. She then pulled it up to her face, fully exposing her panties. I could have sat there and stared forever. The reality of it was that it lasted for only a few seconds. When she dropped the hem she had this big smile on her face which pretty much matched mine. She sat down beside me and snuggled in to me. We sat there quietly until we heard noise from the kitchen. It was her mother. The time was somewhere around 9:30am. Neither of us had eaten anything so Elle went to see if her mother would make something up for us.
I volunteered to take Elle to pick up her brother at the train. While we were sitting in the car waiting Elle said something that was totally unexpected. Even though it was obvious that we were in love we seldom ever said it out loud. I don’t know why. In any case, she got up on her knees and, having my full attention, said “I REALLY, REALLY love you! I’d not said or done anything that would have prompted it so was completely taken aback. I didn’t know what to say or do. She was in an awkward position so I couldn’t really reach over to give her a big hug and kiss. She leaned forward and we kissed on the lips. It was pretty anticlimatic after such a profound statement especially from someone who had an aversion to using those words. I was just about to slide towards her when the train whistle blew. It also blew the ”moment“, if you know what I mean.
I was invited over to her house after the dinner was over. I really didn’t want to go but being with Elle with other people around was better than not seeing her at all. We only had a few minutes where we could talk alone. We only had the next day before having to return to school. Actually, Elle was leaving on the afternoon train. As I’ve mentioned before, Elle’s parents didn’t want her driving with ”strangers“ especially with the vagaries of Winter weather. So she and her roommate, Nancy, were taking the train back from the city the following morning. It left so early there was no way for Elle to make it so she was staying at Nancy’s the night before as she lived near the city. I wanted to drive her in but my parents wanted my brother and I to have one last dinner with my grandparents before we headed back to school. I could get out of doing some things but this wasn't one of them.
We mostly talked about what to do the next day. The weather had been fairly good so I suggested that we spend our last hours down at the ”Point“. We had often talked, while at school, about missing seeing the water. She was all for it. When I got home I asked where my brother was. My father was supposed to have picked him up from his friends house that afternoon. It turned out that his friends parents invited him to go with them to the city that day and, since my father was hung over from New Years Eve and didn't really want to, he wasn't there. But that created a bit of a problem. My father had to go to work the next morning and there was no way for him to go get him. Almost as soon as I asked where my brother was my father told me I had to go pick him up. Knowing my personality at the time I'm sure I reacted very negatively. Even though I knew he was only about 45 minutes away, all I could think of was that it was time away from Elle.
To be continued...
As we said our “good night”, we agreed that I’d be up and waiting at her front door at 8am. Vacation time was running out on us. Her brother was returning on the noon train and her parents were planning a big dinner featuring his favorites. That meant I’d not see her for most of the day so the morning was the only time we could count on. I knew she always put her window shade up as soon as she got up. At 8am sharp I was pacing in the road in front of her house but the shade was still down. It stayed down until about 8:15am or so. I saw her peering out the window and when she saw me she waved. Within seconds the door opened. I was absolutely shocked to see Elle in her pajamas. I couldn’t believe it. In all the time I’d spent over at her house I’d never seen her dressed that way with her mother in the house. As soon as I was in the door she pulled me over to a corner of the room and indicated for me to be quiet. She whispered that her parents were still asleep. I immediately gave her a big hug and, as usual, my hands went right for her butt cheeks. She still had on her night time “package” including the plastic panties. I really wanted to see her wearing them and especially when she was wet. By the squishiness of what was in both my hands she surely was. The bulge was almost instantaneous. The problem for me was how to ask. The last thing I wanted was to get her upset. Just holding her in all her wetness was sort of a dream come true. I started backing towards the sofa, pulling her with me. When the back of my legs touched it I sat down but left her standing with my hands now on her hips. Carefully, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her pajama bottoms an started pulling them down. She swatted my hands and asked in a strong whisper what I was doing. I don’t know exactly what I said but it was something like “I just want a peek”. She looked over her shoulder and then walked over to the entryway. As she walked back she was already pulling the waistband down. I only got to see the lower (important) half. Being made of a somewhat cloudy plastic I really couldn’t see all that much but when she got close I did put my hand in her crotch. Even though I knew she used sanitary pads I’d never felt them when they were wet. I know it sounds gross but it was thrilling to me. I only got a quick squeeze as she pulled the bottoms back up and then backed out of the room.
This period of time was way before “All In The Family” on TV but every time I watched that show I was reminded of Elle’s house. Every time the upstairs toilet was flushed everybody downstairs knew it. Sitting where I was I could even hear the water going down the sink drain. I could picture her getting washed up as I sat there. I also remember wondering just how long it would be before I finally got to see her with no clothes on.
I heard the stairs creaking as she returned. Because the dinner for her brother was special she’d gotten dressed in nice clothes. I immediately recognized the sweater she was wearing as the one I’d given her the previous Christmas. As she walked up to me she surprised me once again. About three feet from me she stopped and reached down for the hem of her skirt. She then pulled it up to her face, fully exposing her panties. I could have sat there and stared forever. The reality of it was that it lasted for only a few seconds. When she dropped the hem she had this big smile on her face which pretty much matched mine. She sat down beside me and snuggled in to me. We sat there quietly until we heard noise from the kitchen. It was her mother. The time was somewhere around 9:30am. Neither of us had eaten anything so Elle went to see if her mother would make something up for us.
I volunteered to take Elle to pick up her brother at the train. While we were sitting in the car waiting Elle said something that was totally unexpected. Even though it was obvious that we were in love we seldom ever said it out loud. I don’t know why. In any case, she got up on her knees and, having my full attention, said “I REALLY, REALLY love you! I’d not said or done anything that would have prompted it so was completely taken aback. I didn’t know what to say or do. She was in an awkward position so I couldn’t really reach over to give her a big hug and kiss. She leaned forward and we kissed on the lips. It was pretty anticlimatic after such a profound statement especially from someone who had an aversion to using those words. I was just about to slide towards her when the train whistle blew. It also blew the ”moment“, if you know what I mean.
I was invited over to her house after the dinner was over. I really didn’t want to go but being with Elle with other people around was better than not seeing her at all. We only had a few minutes where we could talk alone. We only had the next day before having to return to school. Actually, Elle was leaving on the afternoon train. As I’ve mentioned before, Elle’s parents didn’t want her driving with ”strangers“ especially with the vagaries of Winter weather. So she and her roommate, Nancy, were taking the train back from the city the following morning. It left so early there was no way for Elle to make it so she was staying at Nancy’s the night before as she lived near the city. I wanted to drive her in but my parents wanted my brother and I to have one last dinner with my grandparents before we headed back to school. I could get out of doing some things but this wasn't one of them.
We mostly talked about what to do the next day. The weather had been fairly good so I suggested that we spend our last hours down at the ”Point“. We had often talked, while at school, about missing seeing the water. She was all for it. When I got home I asked where my brother was. My father was supposed to have picked him up from his friends house that afternoon. It turned out that his friends parents invited him to go with them to the city that day and, since my father was hung over from New Years Eve and didn't really want to, he wasn't there. But that created a bit of a problem. My father had to go to work the next morning and there was no way for him to go get him. Almost as soon as I asked where my brother was my father told me I had to go pick him up. Knowing my personality at the time I'm sure I reacted very negatively. Even though I knew he was only about 45 minutes away, all I could think of was that it was time away from Elle.
To be continued...
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