SIGNS OF SPRING... and better times (Part 32d)

It was going to be hard to tell Elle. I decided that the best time to do it was at her sorority picnic and that was two weeks before final exams. When we’d attended the year before we’d had a good time. I’d posted at the SU (Student Union) looking for a ride on Friday and, for once, had a response. The good thing about arriving a day early (Friday) was that we spent our time together studying, getting that out of the way. As a “sister” Elle had had a hand in planning some of the activities for the day and I had to help her get everything together before we left. Since we didn’t have a car we had to depend on others to get us to the site, about an hour away. With everything that was going on Elle didn’t make a trip inside before we left. I remember noting it but I also didn’t mention it to her either.

Traditionally, the picnic was held at a State park just outside another college town. It was on a lake and had nice flat picnic grounds. At the last minute it was discovered that there was some sort of local celebration that was going to take place and included the park. A “scout” team left the sorority very early to stake out an area before the “locals” started showing up. When we got there we discovered that we were going to be about as far away from the rest rooms as was possible. It turned out that it was to be that area or we would have to fit in where we could. No one was happy about it but those running the affair felt it was our only choice. Because we were so far from the center of the park and the parking lots and had all our equipment and food to move, the officials let us make one trip over the lawn to our designated area with the car. The car they chose to move the things was the one Elle and I were in and they just loaded all the stuff in on top of us. It was pretty funny at the time. When we arrived at our space we unloaded everything and sent the driver back. He was well on his way when Elle realized that she should have gone with him to use the toilet. I noticed the “look” on Elle’s face and asked if she was OK. There were only five of us there and I was the only guy. She gave me a weak smile and said something about it being her own fault. We were right at the Northernmost point of the park grounds and there were trees right there. Common sense said to just go into the woods, pull down her shorts and panties and to go. But, when I suggested it to Elle she just shook her head... stubborn right to the bitter end. She took a few steps into the brush and I saw her squat down. I actually saw her undoing the belt on her bermuda shorts and thought she was going to finally overcome her silly fear. But I was wrong.

When she stepped back onto the grass she immediately said she was headed for the restrooms. I asked why and she said she need to change. If she’d pulled her shorts and panties down like I thought she’d done there wasn’t any reason for her to change. But she had only pulled down her shorts and wanted to go change her panties. That didn’t make any sense to me because by the time she would get to the restrooms her shorts would be wet from her panties. I explained it to her and when I assured that no one else could see the little bit of wetness she sort of agreed. Her shorts were mostly white with light blue vertical stripes and the only reason I could see it was because was looking for it. I told her to just stay busy and she’d be dry in a short time. I’ll admit that knowing that her pants and panties were damp had me with a soft bulge.

She’d brought volleyball nets, a bocce ball set and a few other games for people to play. Of course the guys started a half assed game of football. As I remember it, the rules were somewhere between flag football and touch football and the game ended up being more like tackle football. The few gals who had dared to play got mauled. By early afternoon there were quite a few who were showing the signs a few beers to many. Elle’s wet spot had dried and she had actually used the rest rooms by then. We got a chuckle watching the over imbibers navigate as we ate our lunch.

One of the features of this particular park was a waterfall. A bunch of Elle’s friends (all girls) were headed in that direction and asked us if we wanted to go along. We just jumped up from where we were sitting and followed along. There was a winding path along side a stream that we had to follow to get to the falls. I know I thought it was closer that it turned out to be. One of Elle’s friends, Lois, was always teasing us. It didn’t bother Elle that much but after a while it started to get to me. I think it was when I asked how much further and she came back with some smart remark that I finally “snapped”. She was only a little over 5 feet tall and quite petite so when I snuck up behind her I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. I started walking out into the stream, shoes and all. She was screaming and beating on my back. It was my intention to threaten to drop her into one of the small natural pools that made up the bed of the stream. I didn’t really want to get her wet but I did want to get her attention. As I was about to lower her , head first, down into the cold water she started to really squirm and twist. I honestly didn’t know she was afraid of the water. (As I found out later, she’d almost drowned as a toddler and been afraid ever since) I couldn't stop her and she started falling. I held onto her legs as tightly as I could but, somehow, she slid right out of her pants. As she was on her way down she grabbed the waistband of my pants. When she did I knew we were both going to fall into the water. But, in my effort to keep myself from falling I used one of my hands to brace my fall and, in so doing let Lois go. Fortunately, she fell on top of me and didn’t hurt much more than her pride. I ended up being almost totally wet and she was only splashed. When I fell I still had her shorts and they were totally wet. I looked up at her and she was sort of sitting on my hip. I could see she was in pink panties. She was still screaming at me but this was for me to give her her pants back. When she got up off me I was able to pull them out from under me. She was now standing in water half way to her knees with only a blouse and her pink panties on. But she was also crying. That’s one thing that, fortunately, Elle hardly ever did and I didn’t know what to say or do. The others, including Elle, were still on the path. Lois took the wet shorts from me, put them on and then stormed off back towards the lake. When I joined them they were all trying to keep from laughing at her. (Elle told me later that they thought it was hilarious and that Lois deserved it) .

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SIGNS OF SPRING...and better times (Part 32c)

Also, there were four things that happened right after returning to school. The first was when I stopped in to see my parents friend’s, the B’s, the couple that ran the clothing store in town. Avid fans of horse racing, I wanted to apprise them of my week in North Carolina. I hadn’t intended to let slip the fact that I was seriously contemplating spending the Summer working with the horses at the nearby racetrack. As soon as Mr B heard it he was VERY enthusiastic and started encouraging me to pursue it. I hadn’t even told Elle at that point so I felt myself being put under a pressure that I didn’t need.

The second thing was when I ran into Mrs T, the farmer’s wife who had pretty much befriended me. I had to walk past the only bank in town every time I went to or from the fraternity. She was just coming out as I walked past. I felt a bit guilty as I’d promised to keep in touch with her and hadn’t. She was very nice about it but told me that she expected me to pick a night to come and have a ”good home cooked meal“. Seeing her made me think, immediately, of her daughter, Joanne. I really was interested in how she was progressing but I also remembered how, with almost every visit, I’d also get a panty peek. I think that was what really made me say I would call soon.

The third was something that happened at the house where I lived. As I’ve previously mentioned, without really going out of my way I’d been able to see some of Julie’s panties. It was probably because I was somewhat fearful of her mother, Mrs K, that I’d not made a conscious effort to do more. Another reason was that I didn’t really find her that attractive, not that it was all that important when it came to viewing panties. But, upon return to my room from that weekend with Elle I stumbled onto the fact that Julie had a serious boy friend and that he was ”visiting“ her in her room. It was certainly a surprise to me what with the strictness that Mrs K exhibited. Neither my roommate or John, the other fraternity brother who lived in the house with us, was there and, obviously, were her parents. I was at the top of the stairs when Julie, holding her clothes in a ball in front of her, made a dash for the bathroom. She screamed when she saw me climbing the stairs which brought her boyfriend running. He, at least, had his boxer shorts on. I don’t remember any words being spoken. As I thought about it and described the situation to the other guys when they returned later on, I didn’t realize how it would come into play in the not too distant future.

The fourth had to do with life at the fraternity. Right after our return from intersession the card game of choice had become poker. Being the middle of Winter, and bored, I sat in for a few games but found it too rich for my blood. Chatting with some others, we decided to create our own game. Since none of us had the money to play at the other two established tables we decided to play a penny-ante game instead. We set some rules and kept a paper record of who owed who. For me, the game was another excuse for me not to study and I played almost every night I could.

I don’t want to bore you with all my weekend excursions to see Elle over the next few weeks as not much really took place. Elle held fast to the 50% study rule which, realistically, was the bulk of all the studying I did. That certainly cut into my time to get ”up close and personal“ with her. Over those weekends I witnessed a number of examples of how far Elle had progressed in being able to control her need for the toilet. Whereas I had wondered if some of our ”pee play“ would go away if Elle were ”cured”, there was no sign of it when we did get “involved”. Elle welcomed the “visits” of my fingers and always with a little “squirt” for lubrication. My “visits” weren’t for long though as Elle made sure she maintained control of the situation. The trauma of our close call was still vivid in both our minds.

One of my biggest problems was in how and when to tell Elle I was planning on staying upstate and working with the horses. I wasn’t being helped by Mr B. (at the clothing store) who kept prompting me to do it. Each time he did he’d give me more reasons why... and they made sense.

I finally made contact with Mrs T. and set up a date to visit and for dinner. I had gone out for the sailing team and had made the squad. To get to the lake we sailed on we had to go past the T’s farm. So, on the designated night, I got left off at their house retuning from practice. As always, I checked out the clothes line as I walked in but it was bare. All I could do was hope that Joanne would give me a peek somewhere during the evening. Daylight savings time was in effect and it was definitely lighter longer. When dinner was over Mrs T. suggested that Joanne take me to see the new calves. As in past visits, it had taken a while for her to warm up to me. She seemed talkative on our way to the pen where they were located. This was a definite improvement for Joanne as almost all previous conversation was limited to her answering questions. I don’t remember how long we were there. As I remember it we talked about my staying and working with the horses. For some reason that seemed to excite her. When we got back to the house it was really cooling off and getting dark but, as she reached the top step, she sat down. I was a few steps below her and stopped when she did. I think it would be too presumptious to say that she deliberately showed me her panties. She was way too naive and unpolished socially to realize what such an action did. She was just turning from one side to the other and oblivious to what I would or could see. As I said, it was getting dark but there was enough ambient light to see the white of her panties. I was certainly happy. I was also happy to see Joanne starting to come out of her shell. Just before I left she asked about my sailing. In an effort to keep her thinking in a positive way I told her that if she wanted that I could probably arrange to take her. That really lifted her spirits.

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SIGNS OF SPRING... and better times (Part 32b)

I hitch hiked to where my grandparents were staying the next day and I did make it in time for supper. I started work first thing the next morning. Because I hadn’t been to the stables before and hadn’t met any of the men who worked there, it was a little awkward. My “job” was to groom (taking care of a horse, from feeding it to keeping his stall and the horse itself clean as well as preparing him for his training exercises.) one horse. It was a definite awakening for me. I had no idea how much effort went into it. By the time the day was over (around 4:30pm) I was beat. I’d arrived that first day at 8am but was told to be there at 5:30am the next day. I couldn’t believe it. It was still dark at that time. One of the men who worked there said he stop and pick me up at 5am. That was another shock.

Back at my grandparents hotel there was yet another shock. There was no one staying there that was even close to me in age. There had always been at least one. Not that I would’ve had the energy to have done much but it still would’ve been nice to have had someone my age to talk to. There was one memorable thing that did happen though. The trainer invited my grandparents and I for dinner one night. They had a married daughter who was in her early 20’s. She was visiting with her newborn daughter because her husband, an Air Force pilot, was in the process of being transferred from one base to another. When we arrived the trainer was in his back yard working with one of his hunting dogs. My grandfather, a long time dog lover, headed right for them. I wasn’t going to be left to face the trainer’s wife with my grandmother, so trailed along. There was a clothes line stretched between two pine trees and it was filled with cloth diapers. We had to duck under it to get to the trainer and his dog. When I raised my head after making it under the diapers I was greeted with about 6 or 7 pastel panties hanging on a traditional T-pole close line. They had to be the daughter’s as she was very petite and they were quite small. Unfortunately, it was only a quick look because when we reached where the trainer was standing my view was blocked by other, normal type clothes on the other lines. It was still a nice surprise and gave me some pleasant thoughts as I feel asleep.

I spent most of my free time sleeping. It was much harder work than I’d imagined and, on top of that I wasn't used to physical work. Now, don’t get me wrong. I absolutely enjoyed my week there and what I learned was to prove invaluable. But, what little free time I had, and was awake, I spent thinking about Elle. I did get to talk with her twice and found out she was “busy”, but she did said she missed me. I, for sure, knew where I’d be the first weekend back at school!

My mid semester grades were waiting for me (and everybody else) upon returning to school. I probably deserved what I got. I think I got more grief from Elle than my parents. When I arrived to see her that weekend she pretty much “laid down the law” and mandated that we had to be studying at least 50% of the time that I was there. The combination of almost 4 weeks apart and her being upset with me about my grades certainly didn’t help with me getting “up close and personal”. It was my first experience with having “favors” withheld to accomplish a goal... her goal... to get me to study more. The only word to describe how I felt is frustrated. I’d visualized all these things we’d be doing together that weekend and nothing was going as I’d hoped.

Spring weather in upstate NY can be very fickle. That weekend proved that point. It was warm enough on Saturday to be out in a sweater and Sunday we woke up to snow. On Saturday we did go to the football stadium to study and I was able to coax a few “free shows” from her. I was impressed with the fact that she was wearing only nylon panties and not a “package“. I was also very cognizant of time. When we got up to leave it had been well over two hours since she’d last used a toilet. She showed no ”panic“ about getting to a bathroom either and I was tempted to comment. Since I was still standing ”at arm’s length“ from her because of my poor grades, just let it slide.

I'd been hopeful that we could reprise our study session at the stadium but as soon as I got up Sunday morning and saw white I knew that was a dead issue. We ended up splitting time between the SU lounge and the basement of the sorority. It wasn’t until it was almost time for me to leave that she finally warmed up. We were in the basement and alone. When we stood up she walked up to me and gave me a kiss. I put my arms around her and responded with my own kiss. Then, much to my surprise she took my right hand and placed it in her groin area. Then she slowly pulled the hem of her skirt up so that I could reach the ”promised land“. It was an instant hard on. Unfortunately, it didn’t last all that long but it least I left with a good memory.

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SIGNS OF SPRING... and better times (Part 32a)

The unfortunate part for the end of Winter Party was that it meant mid semester exams were upon us. Elle and I never really got into a discussion about my next visit but we had sort of left it that I would be over to see her the following Saturday. As much as we both wanted to see each other, Elle had much better control of reality than I did. She had been preparing for the inevitable by studying all along whereas I put it off and would just cram for my exams. Elle’s started sometime around mid week and my first was an all class exam that next Saturday. We couldn’t really plan on my visiting her as the time of my exam hadn’t been announced. The “all class” exams always created a bit of a scheduling problem and it wasn’t just my class (Sophomore) that was taking them. When the schedule was finally posted I called to tell Elle that it would be next to impossible for me to do it. I think her “reasoning” side breathed a sigh of relief. What it meant, though, was an extended period of time apart as Spring break followed immediately after exams. I was truly disappointed.

As I’ve written previously, I’d been spending my Spring vacations visiting my grandparents. It was there that I’d been exposed, up close, to my grandfather’s race horses and fallen in love with them. At Christmas time I’d indicated to my grandfather that I’d really like to work with them. He worked it out with his horse trainer to let me actually do the work of a groom (a person who actually takes care of the horses) during this year’s visit. I was excited for the opportunity but a little melancholy about the time I’d be away from Elle.

Even though I’d been sent money for my trip to North Carolina, I managed to get a ride from one of the Lacrosse players in my fraternity. The Lacrosse team was scheduled to do a tour among some of the southern schools. Since the school was officially closed and the team was not playing in sanctioned games, seniors were allowed to travel in their own cars. This guy was looking for people to share the driving and who weren’t looking to go to Florida like most were. It was perfect for me as it would put me at Duke University where my friend from boarding school, Fred, was attending and without having to spend a dime.

After we arrived it took a while to finally find Fred and then we spent the rest of the day (a Saturday) touring the campus. Fred had persuaded his girlfriend, Liz, to also attend Duke. She was in the nursing program and not really a part of the main campus. All the nursing students lived in one multistoried dorm which was known as “Alcatraz” among the students because their rules were so strict. The girls had Saturday classes so Fred really couldn’t see Liz until that evening. When we got there it was like a feeding frenzy with the lobby teeming with guys waiting for the girls to be “released”. I thought Elle had it rough at her sorority but she had a picnic in comparison. Fred and I kept our eyes on the stairs waiting for Liz but I thought I saw a somewhat familiar face. I moved over closer to the staircase and my instincts proved to be correct. It was Fran, a classmate of mine from when I attended high school in the city. We had never hit it off but you wouldn’t have known that by the reception that I got when she saw me. It was like I was a long lost relative. She “gushed” all over me, something totally unexpected, for sure. Fred kept giving me this “look”, wondering what was going on.

It wasn’t long before Liz came down the stairs. The girls had to sign out and it was done by class seniority. Fran was a sophomore and Liz was a freshman so Fran preceded her. They knew each other by sight and, after the past history was explained, Liz piped up that there was someone else who was there that I knew. She wouldn’t tell me who but told us to wait and that she’d be right back. Fran and I got caught up on some past relationships while we waited. Fred was getting impatient just about the time that Liz returned with another girl in tow. It was Judy, my one time sailing partner from back home. She was also a freshman and she and Liz had run into each other soon after arriving at school and had become somewhat friendly. I was dumbfounded. The chances of running into two girls that I’d known in my past seemed incomprehensible.

By now Fred was demonstrably impatient. Trying not to be a drag on Fred and Liz I asked the other girls if they had anything planned for the evening. Fran had to stay around as she was “on call” at the school hospital. Judy, although she said she was dating, said she hadn’t planned on going out but thought it might be fun to reminisce. She said she had to sign out but would be right back. Looking at Fred I wasn’t quite sure just how he felt about the situation.

While we waited for her to return I couldn’t help but wonder if she still wore the heavy cotton Carter’s panties that she wore when we sailed together. Fred had never said what he and Liz had planned for that evening but we ended up at a small club/bar. It was sort of strange as neither Liz nor Judy drank. Judy and I spent most of the time talking about mutual friends. The one who I was most interested in was her friend, Wendy, who was also from back home. Judy said that she ended up at the University of Rochester and loved it. She told me that Wendy had decided that she wanted to be a doctor. Based on my memories of her that was truly a surprise.

After we returned the girls to their dorm Fred and I proceeded to get a couple of six packs of “Little Hitlers” (6oz of malt liquors) and drank them while listening to country music on WWVA out of Wheeling West Virginia. We were pretty wasted by the time we got back to his room. That turned out to be the only real excitement I experienced for the week.

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WINTER DOLDRUMS... Surviving, but barely (Part 31g)

Even as unhappy as she was it did give me the opportunity to find out exactly what had happened to Christy. She told me that she’d waited up for her to get back to the room. Then she used the bathroom and set two of her alarm clocks. When the first one went off she was surprised to find Christy was still awake. She told Elle that she had cramps but she wasn’t expecting her period. Elle used the toilet and went back to sleep. When the second alarm went off she went down the hall to the bathroom but found the door closed. She said she went back to the room and waited for a while but when Christy still didn’t come back she returned to the bathroom. This time she knocked but didn’t get a response. Then she opened the door and saw Christy sitting on the toilet and holding her head over a wastebasket. Elle told me that seeing her that way scared her. She got a washcloth and put cold water on it so Christy could wipe her face. Then, after she indicated that she was done Elle helped her up and to the sink so she could rinse out her mouth. While Christy was doing that Elle looked into the toilet when she went to flush it and saw a lot of bright red blood. She told me that even with her worst periods she’d never seen so much blood. After helping Christy back to the room and into bed she went to fetch Mrs. K. Sometime while this was all going on Elle said she peed but didn’t know it. It wasn’t until Mrs. K acknowledged her that she realized it. (It was at that point that I began to understand why Elle was so upset with me.) Elle told Mrs K what had happened and she, in turn, got Professor K up to take Christy to the school infirmary. Elle said she couldn’t let Christy go alone so she put on some clothes and accompanied them. She just put on a pair of slacks over her nighttime ”package“, wet and all. It was around 6am when they got there and Elle had been there ever since, still in her wet ”package“. I knew that she now wore the full plastic panties over her ”package“ at night so that even though uncomfortable, she wasn’t in danger of really embarrassing herself. She did volunteer that she’d asked one of the nurses for a couple of sanitary pads and at least was not totally ”soggy” as we were walking.

When we arrived at our destination she located her suitcase. We found a relatively quiet place and she started going through her things. I remember, clearly, her asking where her toiletries and hair brush was. I’d not thought of them in my haste to get back to her. I think I just stood there with a blank look on my face. We didn’t have plastic bags back then so the panties that she’d wet were in a hard plastic box that had originally come with cosmetics. I remember her looking in it and closing it immediately. That was when I remembered I still had the two pair she’d wet Saturday that I’d hidden under the bunk I'd slept in the night before but I kept my mouth shut. She looked at me with despair. I asked what was wrong and she said she didn’t have any dry or clean panties left and that she’d have to stay in what she had on. As cruel and weird as it sounds, hearing her say those words excited me. Because I’d been so stressed I hadn’t actually had a sexual thought all day and the thought of her continuing to wear wet (damp) panties for her trip back to school excited me even though I wasn't going to be with her.

Her driver and the other two girls who were going back got on the road around 1:30pm, which was the target. I hadn’t had anything to eat at all since I got up. I was famished but when I got back to the fraternity all the prepared sandwiches were gone. It was peanut butter and jelly again! It was while I was relaxing for a few minutes that I remembered that I still had to collect Christy’s things and make up my roommate’s bed. Up to that point all I'd wanted was sleep. As I thought about what had to be done I became energized when I realized that I’d be able to inspect Christy's panties, up close and personal. That put a little “spring” in my step as I walked back to my room.

Of course you know that my first call of duty was to find and inspect Christy’s panties. I rationalized that I was going to have to open her suitcase to put her things in it anyway so wasn’t really doing anything wrong. At first I couldn’t find any. But, after a little searching I found two pair in a soft side pocket along with a bra. I found the pink ones I’d seen the day before. I found the label and saw a name I’d never seen before... Plymouth. (It was a name I’d see again.) The number said “6“ and, as I held them up, thought they looked a little big for the size girl that Christy was. The applique had caught my attention when I’d first seem them but on the second look it was the super satiny feel that really got me excited. The second pair was also Plymouth but with no applique and were white. It was obvious from the discharge in the crotch of the pink ones that they’d been worn but the white ones seemed unworn. There was a slight discoloration in the crotch but nothing like in Elle’s panties. They were also super satiny.

I stripped the bed and checked to make sure there weren’t any more panties hidden in the sheets. I also checked under the bed but no luck there either. For the $5 that each girl paid we got clean sheets and towels. I chose to leave the sheets that Elle had slept in on my bed. I hoped that some of her ”scent“ had worked its way into them and would help me with pleasant dreams. Then I put all Christy’s things in her suitcase (including her toiletries from the bathroom) and headed back to the fraternity. I wanted to get them to her as soon as I could and to also check on her because I knew that when I called Elle she’d want to know. I don’t know how far I walked that day but I know I lost a few pounds. After getting a bite at Mo’s I headed for my room and bed. I never even heard my roommate arrive back. What a weekend!

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WINTER DOLDRUMS... Surviving, but barely (Part 31f)

On the way I remembered that one of my freshman dorm mates supposedly had some sort of actress/starlet as his date. The ”talk“ had been that she was something special. Since his fraternity was on my way I stopped in. Their party was fairly dead, like ours was when Elle and I had left. But the ”action“ was down in their basement where their bar was located. My fraternity boasted that we had the longest bar on fraternity row but this fraternity actually had the nicest. They had the ambiance of a pub, complete with a juke box. In any case, it didn’t take much searching to find the center of attraction. She was up on the bar and doing some of those pin-up poses that were in vogue in the 40’s and 50’s. I know the guys who were up close were getting an eyeful but I was about five or six rows deep. About the best I got in the way of a peek was when she swiveled from one side to the other and I got the briefest look at a small white triangle. The rumors were right... she was gorgeous! I often wondered how Teddy (her date) managed to get the good looking girls because he, himself, certainly didn’t appear to offer much in the way of looks. He was about 6’4” tall and maybe weighed all of 150 pounds. With a “beak” for a nose and “hollow” cheeks he was more of a candidate for the “Elm Street” horror movies character, Freddy.

When it was obvious that I wasn’t going to get any closer I decided to see what “action” was going on upstairs. It was pretty innocuous at first but when I stepped out onto their porch (enclosed) I saw a rather interesting sight. I’ve told you how I would sometimes get Elle to come up on my lap and straddle me. Well, this guy and gal were in that very position and she was really “working it“, sound effects included. If he was ”inside“ he had to have pulled her panty crotch aside because I saw her whole backside fully encased by her panties. I wondered how they had the nerve to be doing it when out in public. There was no way that either Elle or I would’ve done it right there with people (although not many) walking around.

There wasn’t much action happening when I finally got back to my fraternity so I headed upstairs to try for some sleep. I’d told Elle I meet her around 8;30 am and as I lay there in bed I kept trying to come up with a place where the two of us could be alone together so I could take advantage of Elle’s obvious change of heart concerning abstinence. The only place I could come up with was the ”dungeon“ area at the library. It wasn’t appealing but it was the best I could do.

I arrived back at the house where Elle and Christy were staying right on time. But, when I walked in the door I was met by Mrs. K. She seemed to be upset and quickly told me that Christy and gotten sick and that Professor K, had taken her to the infirmary. She said that Elle went along to comfort Christy. The fraternity was approximately a mile away and the infirmary was over a mile more from there. I walked back to the fraternity and tried to find someone to drive me the rest of the way but no one jumped up so I continued walking. When I got there Elle was in the waiting room and looked incredibly tired. She said they were still running tests on Christy and that she’d have to stay over. As soon as I heard that I knew it was a problem. The way her school had it set up, the house mother was like a guardian for all the girls. They were all expected to be in the house by certain times each and every day. When a girl wanted to leave campus for a weekend she had to get her parents written permission. Both Elle and Christy were expected to be back by the normal Sunday curfew which was 11pm.

I was fairly sure that the doctor or someone at the infirmary would be in touch with Christy’s parents and that they would take care of her absence but I still had to see that Elle got back in time. I left her and tried to track down Christy’s date. It took a while and after I told him what had happened I asked if he would drive Elle back anyway. He looked at me like I was crazy. (nice guy... NOT!) That left me scrambling to find someone else who was headed back to Elle’s school. I finally found a guy who said he’d do it for $5. That made me mad because he had to get his own date and another girl back anyway but I didn’t have any choice. He told me to have Elle at his fraternity by 1:30pm. By then it was almost noon. Since I wasn’t that far from my room I decided to go get Elle’s things and to bring them back to this guys fraternity before I went back to get Elle. I updated Mrs. K and she had no problem with me going upstairs. I was familiar with most of Elle’s things and I just gathered them up and threw them in her suitcase. I left her bag at her driver’s fraternity and then walked to mine. This time I had better luck and got one of the brothers to drive me to the infirmary to get Elle.

By that time Christy’s tests had been completed and she was in a room. Elle told me that the doctor thought she had food poisoning although no one else had come into the infirmary with the same symptoms. She told me that Mrs M , their sorority housemother had been called and Christy was cleared to stay as long as the doctor required. Elle got permission to say ”good bye“ to her and then we were off, back to my fraternity. Almost as soon as we arrived there she asked if I had her suitcase. I told her that it was at the fraternity of the guy who would be driving her back to school. The ”look“ I got wasn’t pleasant. Even though we were still in the foyer and there were people all around she said something I couldn’t believe she was capable of. It was something along the lines of ”I need to change! I’ve been in these wet things since 5 or 6am.“ It caught me totally by surprise. She had always been super conscious of keeping her ”secret“. It was obvious she was upset with what I told her and had "reacted". I said that I could go get it but she said that we’d go together.

To be continued...

WINTER DOLDRUMS... Surviving, but barely (Part 31e)

Back at the house I had to find Mrs. K. With girls staying at the house there was no way she’d let me go up to my room unescorted. I told her that we’d been fooling around in the snow and Elle had gotten wet and needed dry clothes. She walked me upstairs and after making sure no one was there went back to her bedroom. Elle had told me what to bring her which, of course, led me into her suitcase. Her slacks were right on top but I had to do some rooting around to find panties. I found two pair of heavy cotton ones which I knew were for a “package“ but, at first, couldn’t find the nylon ones that she said were in there. I was just about to take one of the cotton ones when I saw the little ”sleeve“ attached to the side of the bag. Voila! I had what I wanted. Of course I inspected them and found they were the same old nondescript ones she usually wore. I was happy in that at least they weren’t cotton.

It had taken longer than I’d expected or wanted. I was sure Mrs. K. would reappear to find out what I was doing. As I was about to walk out the door I noticed that her roommate hadn’t made up her bed and that her pajamas were just lying there. I hesitated for a second and then said ”why not?“ and picked them up. A pair of pink panties with a lace applique fell out and onto the floor. I grabbed them and took a look at the crotch first. There was some sort of discharge there and I was about to take a sniff when I heard the stairs creak. I jammed them back into the pajamas and with my heart beating a million beats a minute headed out the door.

Walking back to the fraternity I was sort of mad that I hadn’t looked at the label of the panties. They looked nice and felt good to the touch. Since she was a member of Elle’s sorority I thought that maybe I might come across them on the basement washline sometime when I was over there. At that point all I could do was hope.

Back at the fraternity a lot of people had returned from the hockey game. As I walked into the living room I could see Elle was really uncomfortable. She had her book in her lap so I couldn’t see if the wetness had wicked up. Even if it hadn’t I knew I had to do something to hide her backside when she did get up. We’d hung her coat in the coat room so I went and got it for her. I’m sure that if anybody had been watching us closely that they would’ve thought that she/we were crazy because all she did was to walk from the living room to the ladies room with her coat on.

I tried to get a peek at her from the peep hole in the coat/telephone room door but there were two people trying to talk on the phone at the same time so I knew that was a waste of time. When she finally came out she had taken her coat off. She whispered to me that her wet pants were rolled up inside and wanted me to find a place for them. Maybe if I was in my own room I could’ve come up with a safe place but working out of a shared room I was a bit leery of that. I decided to hide them in the dorm and under the bunk bed that I’d slept in. I wasn’t happy with my choice but couldn’t come up with anything better.

Saturday nights were always a bit tamer on party weekends. It seemed as if most ”brothers“ stayed around their own fraternities on Friday and would go ”visiting” on Saturday night. We decided to go looking for Christy, her temporary roommate. Along the way I ran into some of my old freshman dorm mates. I know that was boring for Elle but there wasn’t much I could do. I’d vowed to make sure Elle visited a ladies room on a regular basis and by the time we got back to my fraternity Elle knew exactly where the ladies room was in each fraternity.

We ended up in the fraternity dining room over in a corner. We’d turned the lights off and Elle was sitting in my lap. I remember asking myself if this was the right time to get a little “friendly”. I’d rationalized that she’d sent a number of “signals” but I just couldn’t take the next obvious step. In hindsight, she was actually giving me signals as we sat there but I didn’t react. I don’t know how long we stayed there but when a bunch of drunken brothers, without dates, turned on the lights and started to harass us I knew it was time to take her back to the room. After another rather unpassionate day, the “goodnight” was a totally different story. Like the previous night, her kiss was filled with passion. I liked it... A LOT! What really surprised me was that she asked if there wasn’t someplace we could go and could be alone.

There really wasn’t. At least any place I had any confidence in. So, like the night before Elle finally broke away and disappeared inside. My walk back to the fraternity was very lively. I was ecstatic that it was Elle was had given in and was actively pursuing me to get “friendly“ again. I knew I wasn’t going to get much sleep but at that point in time I didn’t really care.

To be continued...