STILL SPRING... & trying to enjoy it (Part 43e)
Word got back to the house on Monday afternoon that two of the guys had been kicked out of the college. Since both of them were close friends it hurt even more. I was so depressed that I chose to cut my afternoon class. I decided to drive out to the lake. On the way I had to pass by the T’s farm. I hadn’t been in touch with any of them in months and I felt very guilty about it. That only added to my depression. When I got to the lake the sailing team was out practicing which made me even sadder. I loved sailing and had really missed it. But I noticed that one of the boats wasn’t being used. The boathouse attendant recognized me and asked if I wanted to take it out even though it had been over a year since I'd been out to the lake. Just being on the water cheered me up. I felt a lot better even though the coach yelled at me when he saw who was in the boat.
On my way back I decided to stop at the T’s. I was worried about what to say when I saw Mrs T. She was lugging her laundry basket up the back porch steps when I pulled into the yard. Because she’d not seen my new car she didn’t recognize it and kept on going. I felt funny knocking on the door. When she opened it I got this great big hug. It only made me feel even more guilty for not having come out to see her. She was such a nice lady. She insisted that I stay for dinner. It was difficult making excuses for why I hadn’t been out to see her and Joanne but it seemed like she accepted them and my apology as well. Joanne had broken up with her boyfriend and had pretty much given up her pie business. After the Christmas holidays it had fallen off quite sharply and when she started to get depressed about it Mrs T had steered her into another area. They had a small shed just off of the milking barn that was semi heated. Mrs T got Joanne into growing starter plants and, when Spring finally arrived in all it’s glory, she sold them to the local AGWAY (a farmers co-op).
As usual, Joanne was super shy when I first saw her. By the time supper was over she, willingly, took me out to show me what she was growing. The one thing that it did was to remind me that something should be made available in the local schools to help students, like Joanne, who couldn’t keep up with academic subjects but who, with help, could be productive members of the community. That was enough to turn my mood.
Again, I know I made my mid week visits to see Elle that following week. I’m at a loss to think of anything really exciting happening. Because I’d worked at the student co-op during the Spring party, my name was added to the list of part-time employees. I got a call on Friday to work on Saturday. I pretty much knew that if I declined that my name would be taken off the list so, reluctantly, I said I would. Elle was disappointed but since the girls had their housekeeping chores to do on Saturday mornings she said she’d find something to keep her busy. It turned out to be the nicest day we’d had all Spring and that made me mad. As it turned out I was only needed until 2pm. I tried to call Elle but no one answered. I jumped in the car and headed for Miss Bea’s as fast as I could.
Barbara Ann usually got picked up by her boyfriend around lunch time. I fully expected to find Elle alone and was looking forward to having more than a just few minuets ”alone time“ with her. Rather than park in the driveway and then having to move the car when Miss Bea got home, I parked out front. I almost choked when I made the turn at the back of the house. There were the two girls, lying on towels and on their backs... in only bras and panties. Why I didn’t let out some sort of animal sound when I saw them I don’t know. I know the sight of the two of them took my breath away. They were really up close to the house so there was little chance of anyone passing by seeing them. I stood there comparing their body shapes and, as I’ve said before, they could’ve swapped bodies. (Elle was much better looking!) I have no idea how long I stood there, staring. Maybe two minutes or so. I finally backed up and walked around to the other side of the house and called out asking if anyone was home. I gave them about 30 seconds before walking around the back of the house. They had the towels wrapped around themselves by then and both were wide eyed. Seeing it was me, Elle ran up with a big kiss. Barbara Ann stood there smiling. After I explained what had happened to allow me to come down Barbara Ann asked if I wanted to join them in getting some sun. Of course I said I would, hoping that they would put the towels back down and stay in their underwear. But that wasn’t to happen. Elle went up the steps and into the house first, making sure she was covered. Barbara Ann followed but as she stepped inside the towel ”slipped“ from her hand exposing her backside. With the bright sun it was a glorious sight.
They returned a few minutes later dressed in short sleeve blouses and shorts. I took off my shirt and lay down next to Elle. The sun did feel good and I was sure that the roof outside my window back at the fraternity was filled with bodies catching the sun. In a way I wished I was alone with Elle but the memory of seeing Barbara Ann in her bra and panties took some of the disappointment of our not being alone. In another way I was a bit envious of her boyfriend Brad. Not that Elle really ever created a problem for me but I usually had to ”sell“ her on doing some things. Barbara Ann seemed to be ahead of the curve, willing to be a little risque all on her own. As Elle had initially described her, she sure was ”different"
To be continued...
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
STILL SPRING... & trying to enjoy it (Part 43d)
Brad had been house sitting for the owner of the local newspaper who spent the winters in Florida. It was, at that time, considered to be a mansion. By today’s standards it wouldn’t. In any case, it was quite nice. Barbara Ann, having spent a number of weekends there with Brad, knew her way around and ended up showing Elle the whole house. I stayed in what would be considered the den. I was fascinated by all the books the man had, many of them leather bound. I also liked the big leather desk chair he had. I sat down in it visualizing myself having a room similar to this sometime in the future. While sitting there I saw this brown envelope that I recognized as one in which developed pictures were returned in. There were some pictures that had been partially stuffed back into it and I saw one on top showing bare legs. That caught my attention. The temptation was just too great. I pulled the pictures out and, sort of hiding behind the desk, flipped through them. They were all of Barbara Ann and some were really ”interesting“. They had all been taken either in the house or on the grounds. The ones in the house were the important ones. Brad had obviously caught Barbara Ann by surprise and had taken a number of candid shot of her in various stages of either dressing or undressing. Even though I had just seen her, in the flesh, in somewhat the same state, seeing the pictures excited me almost as much. At that point I really liked Brad's style. When I heard the girls returning I tried to stuff the pictures back into the envelope. Rushing, I managed to get all but one back in before they walked into the room. That one ended up on the floor. I tried, unsuccessfully, to kick it under the desk. I stood up and actually put my foot on it to hide it. Elle indicated that she wanted to head back to Miss Bea’s and Barbara Ann asked if I wanted a bite to eat before we left. I said ”yes“ and as they started walking back out the door I quickly bent down and picked the picture up. But she stopped and when she did I stuffed it in a pocket. I was holding my breath that she hadn’t noticed.
While eating, I had mixed emotions about what to do with the picture. On the one hand I was hoping that it was one of the more innocuous ones so that Brad might not miss it. On the other hand I was hoping it was one that showed Barbara Ann in her panties. I honestly thought about trying to find a reason to go back into the den to try and get it back into the envelope but the opportunity never presented itself. I had to wait until I used the bathroom just before Elle and I left to actually find out what it was. It turned out to be one of Barbara Ann getting dressed. She was sitting on the edge of a bed, in her bra and panties, putting on a slip. It wasn’t the best of the batch but at least it was something I wanted to see.
I remember being pretty quiet on the trip back to Miss Bea’s. I truly was concerned about the picture. I tried rationalizing the fact that I’d taken the picture in the first place but was equally concerned in what might happen if Elle knew I had it. When we got to Miss Bea’s house we found that she’d made soup for supper instead of cooking a usual Sunday meal because she didn't know what time we'd be back. It, and my frame of mind, was not conducive for me staying so Elle and I had a pretty tame ”good bye“. Almost none of my fantasy of what the weekend was going to be like came true. In some ways it was pretty sad that the highlight was Barbara Ann.
I know I made my mid week visits and but nothing in my memory jumps out about them. That next weekend was the Spring party at my college. Because the fraternity was on social probation there was nothing happening there. No alcohol and no girls equaled a big zero for excitement. Because I was no longer working at the clothing store my income had been reduced and I needed to do something to make some money. I stumbled onto an opportunity to get a temporary job at the student co-op for the weekend. Elle wasn’t happy with the news but it was a quick fix to my immediate cash problem.
While at work on Saturday morning there was a ”raid“ at the fraternity. Some college officials decided to make a ”gestapo“ type raid to make sure the house was following their edict. Some of the brothers had taken to hiding beer in their cars so as to meet the no alcohol in the house requirement. What they didn’t realize was that there was to be no alcohol even on the house property. Some of my fellow ”unholy alliance“ friends got caught up in it. I got word of it during the afternoon. On top of not being with Elle it made for a really bad weekend.
To be continued...
Friday, April 24, 2009
STILL SPRING... & trying to enjoy it (Part 43c)
We met up with the family who was working the other end of the trail at around 5pm so our job was finished. At that time all I wanted to do was collapse. I’d done more physical activity in one day than I’d done in all the time since Christmas. I couldn’t wait for the shower. However, chivalry took precedence and the girls went first; Elle followed by Barbara Ann. I almost fell asleep on the couch while waiting for them to finish. Barbara Ann came out of the bathroom with a towel barely wrapped around her. As I got up I saw her disappear into her bedroom and saw her bare bottom. I was sure she knew. I grabbed my towel and went into the bathroom which was nice and warm and steamy. As I stripped out of my jeans and let them fall to the floor I saw a pile of clothes under the sink. I’d seen Elle walk out with her clothes in her arms and Brad was still up at the lodge. That meant they were Barbara Ann’s. I swear I hit the floor when I realized it. Even though I’d handled her clean panties when I’d helped Elle do the laundry just a week ago this was different. A whole lot different!
I quickly found what I was looking for. As I picked up her panties I saw something I really hadn’t expected to see. There were pee stains in the crotch. Then I remembered her peeing in the woods. It was obvious that she hadn’t wiped. It only took a few seconds for the panties to be up at my nose. Maybe it was because the panties belonged to a different girl but I swear they smelled differently than Elle’s. I probably stayed kneeling on the floor for a couple of minutes. I did take the time to look at the label and it was one I’d never seen before... Carol Brent. Like I’d described before, they were nylon and had a nice lace applique on one side of the front and they were size 5, the same as Elle wore. When I did stand up there was something else standing up as well.
After Brad got back and took his shower we all went up to the lodge to eat. If there was one recurring theme it was in listening to almost everybody complaining about their aching muscles. My forearms and shoulders were absolutely killing me. There was one group present who had a supply of asprin and they were more popular than the food. As I remember it, all four of us were asleep before dark. As much as I wanted to sleep snuggled up to Elle we both decided to accept separate beds, at least to start with. I woke up at daybreak and, in spite of my aches and pains, I climbed in with Elle. As I snuggled into her back my upper thigh pressed into her plastic panties. They were very warm and as I lay there I deduced that she had just peed. Instant hard on... but she was just about unconscious so nothing really came of it.
Even though it had been a relatively warm day, especially for April, Brad had started a fire when we got back from eating. No one had gotten up to feed it during the night so there were only embers when I got up. I was able to rekindle it and was on my knees getting it going when Barbara Ann walked up behind me, surprising me... in more than one way. She had on the same robe as she’d had on earlier in the week at Miss Bea’s only that time she had on a bra and panties. This time it was panties only and when she bent over to ask me if I wanted coffee I got an eyeful of her breasts. Seeing her in her panties would’ve taken my breath away but this view almost gave me heart attack. If I answered her I surely don’t remember what I said. If that wasn’t bad (GOOD) enough, she then squatted down to to try to get some warmth from the fire. I remember her ooching forward while on her haunches and as she rocked from side to side I got about three very good looks of her crotch. Again, ”Oh My Heart!“
She only stayed for a few minutes and then got up to get our coffee. My eyes followed her every step, thankful that I was kneeling. She handed me both cups and then went back to the sofa. My eyes continued to follow her every move. As she bent over to pick up a cushion I got a great backside view as her robe rode up a bit on her back. The half moon view of her crotch line almost did me in. After putting the cushion on the floor she proceeded to sit down, yoga style, which gave me a full and unobstructed view of her crotch. I don’t think I could’ve scripted the scene any better. I handed her cup to her not able to say a word. I honestly don’t know how long it was before I came out of my stupor. It had suddenly dawned on me that if Elle came out and saw us this way there would be hell to pay. I ended up excusing myself saying I needed to use the bathroom. Physically, that would’ve been impossible but I went in anyway, trying to calm myself down. Then I ended up going in to wake Elle up. I figured that was the safest thing to do.
When Brad got up the rest of us told him that we needed some ”real food“. The nearest restaurant was about 20 minutes away so we headed there. Elle, Barbara and I were also in agreement that we’d done enough ”work“. We’d found out that we had been the last to finish up the day before and had basically completed our task so, technically, we were through. The problem was that Brad, being somewhat of an employee, wasn’t. By the time we finished eating it was starting to sprinkle. On our way back it was decided that the three of us would go back to Brad's place and wait for him, hoping that he would get off early. Barbara Ann and Elle let it be known that they had had enough "roughing" and wanted to be dry and warm. I didn't say it but I agreed.
To be continued...
We met up with the family who was working the other end of the trail at around 5pm so our job was finished. At that time all I wanted to do was collapse. I’d done more physical activity in one day than I’d done in all the time since Christmas. I couldn’t wait for the shower. However, chivalry took precedence and the girls went first; Elle followed by Barbara Ann. I almost fell asleep on the couch while waiting for them to finish. Barbara Ann came out of the bathroom with a towel barely wrapped around her. As I got up I saw her disappear into her bedroom and saw her bare bottom. I was sure she knew. I grabbed my towel and went into the bathroom which was nice and warm and steamy. As I stripped out of my jeans and let them fall to the floor I saw a pile of clothes under the sink. I’d seen Elle walk out with her clothes in her arms and Brad was still up at the lodge. That meant they were Barbara Ann’s. I swear I hit the floor when I realized it. Even though I’d handled her clean panties when I’d helped Elle do the laundry just a week ago this was different. A whole lot different!
I quickly found what I was looking for. As I picked up her panties I saw something I really hadn’t expected to see. There were pee stains in the crotch. Then I remembered her peeing in the woods. It was obvious that she hadn’t wiped. It only took a few seconds for the panties to be up at my nose. Maybe it was because the panties belonged to a different girl but I swear they smelled differently than Elle’s. I probably stayed kneeling on the floor for a couple of minutes. I did take the time to look at the label and it was one I’d never seen before... Carol Brent. Like I’d described before, they were nylon and had a nice lace applique on one side of the front and they were size 5, the same as Elle wore. When I did stand up there was something else standing up as well.
After Brad got back and took his shower we all went up to the lodge to eat. If there was one recurring theme it was in listening to almost everybody complaining about their aching muscles. My forearms and shoulders were absolutely killing me. There was one group present who had a supply of asprin and they were more popular than the food. As I remember it, all four of us were asleep before dark. As much as I wanted to sleep snuggled up to Elle we both decided to accept separate beds, at least to start with. I woke up at daybreak and, in spite of my aches and pains, I climbed in with Elle. As I snuggled into her back my upper thigh pressed into her plastic panties. They were very warm and as I lay there I deduced that she had just peed. Instant hard on... but she was just about unconscious so nothing really came of it.
Even though it had been a relatively warm day, especially for April, Brad had started a fire when we got back from eating. No one had gotten up to feed it during the night so there were only embers when I got up. I was able to rekindle it and was on my knees getting it going when Barbara Ann walked up behind me, surprising me... in more than one way. She had on the same robe as she’d had on earlier in the week at Miss Bea’s only that time she had on a bra and panties. This time it was panties only and when she bent over to ask me if I wanted coffee I got an eyeful of her breasts. Seeing her in her panties would’ve taken my breath away but this view almost gave me heart attack. If I answered her I surely don’t remember what I said. If that wasn’t bad (GOOD) enough, she then squatted down to to try to get some warmth from the fire. I remember her ooching forward while on her haunches and as she rocked from side to side I got about three very good looks of her crotch. Again, ”Oh My Heart!“
She only stayed for a few minutes and then got up to get our coffee. My eyes followed her every step, thankful that I was kneeling. She handed me both cups and then went back to the sofa. My eyes continued to follow her every move. As she bent over to pick up a cushion I got a great backside view as her robe rode up a bit on her back. The half moon view of her crotch line almost did me in. After putting the cushion on the floor she proceeded to sit down, yoga style, which gave me a full and unobstructed view of her crotch. I don’t think I could’ve scripted the scene any better. I handed her cup to her not able to say a word. I honestly don’t know how long it was before I came out of my stupor. It had suddenly dawned on me that if Elle came out and saw us this way there would be hell to pay. I ended up excusing myself saying I needed to use the bathroom. Physically, that would’ve been impossible but I went in anyway, trying to calm myself down. Then I ended up going in to wake Elle up. I figured that was the safest thing to do.
When Brad got up the rest of us told him that we needed some ”real food“. The nearest restaurant was about 20 minutes away so we headed there. Elle, Barbara and I were also in agreement that we’d done enough ”work“. We’d found out that we had been the last to finish up the day before and had basically completed our task so, technically, we were through. The problem was that Brad, being somewhat of an employee, wasn’t. By the time we finished eating it was starting to sprinkle. On our way back it was decided that the three of us would go back to Brad's place and wait for him, hoping that he would get off early. Barbara Ann and Elle let it be known that they had had enough "roughing" and wanted to be dry and warm. I didn't say it but I agreed.
To be continued...
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
STILL SPRING... & trying to enjoy it (Part 43b)
We stopped at Miss Bea’s to get the girls’ bags. I thought we were in trouble when she asked Barbara Ann for her parents phone number. But Barbara Ann was quick. She told her that we were all going camping with her parents and that they were already at the campgrounds. My initial thought was that Miss Bea wanted it to check if we were really going to Barbara Ann’s house but as soon as camping was mentioned she let the subject drop... thankfully. We went to Brad’s place and Barbara Ann drove with him. It took maybe an hour to get to the park. We signed in and got our cabin assignment and were told that they were presently cooking hamburgers and hot dogs up at the main lodge. We were all starving so went there first. We found out that the evening meals and the next day lunch were included in the weekend and that made me a lot happier... no cash out of my pocket. After getting filled up we headed for the cabin and quite a shock!
All the cabins had been closed up for the Winter. Ours wasn’t very big and consisted of a great (?) room with a kitchenette, two small bed rooms and a tiny bathroom with a toilet, sink and shower stall. When we looked into the bedrooms we had another shock. One had twin beds and the other had two sets of bunk beds. Neither was what I had envisioned. Brad and Barbara Ann got the room with the twin beds. Elle wasn’t very happy about that but we kept our mouths shut.
The water had been turned on but they hadn’t aired the place out before we got there. It was VERY musty and actually colder inside than it was out. We decided to open all the windows while we unloaded the car. Both the girls (and I) were shocked to find out that the only heat was from the fireplace. At least there was dry wood underneath the back of the cabin. Brad started the fire and the girls went about making up the beds while I carried in some wood. We kept our coats on for a long time before we could feel the effect of the fire. Elle was used to going to bed around 10pm and by the time it started to get warm it was close to 11pm and she was asleep in a chair. Our bedroom was still cold so we elected to try sleeping in our clothes on the sofa we had drawn up in front of the fireplace. Elle had put on her usual night time “package” including the plastic panties. We were both asleep when Barbara Ann and Brad went into their room. I’d been hoping to see if Barbara Ann was going to show her “sexy side” but if she did I sure didn’t get to see it. I woke up when I got too warm. I woke Elle up to go to the bathroom and fed the fire while she did. We ended up back on the sofa. I didn’t sleep all that well so managed to monitor Elle so that she stayed dry all night so that was a plus. But I was super tired even before we started in on our work detail... and I sure wasn’t looking forward to it.
Brad had brought his coffee pot and some breakfast goodies so at least we had something to start the day. There were seven trails at the park. We were assigned the longest trail. I think it was about seven miles long. There was another group assigned to work it with us. It was a husband and wife and their two teen aged sons. Brad suggested that they start at one end of the trail and we on the other end and to try and meet in the middle. Brad and I were given bow saws to work with and we were supposed to clear any trees or branches that were blocking the trail. We gave the girls the job of moving the small stuff off to the sides. Elle was somewhat concerned when we found out there were no “facilities“ out on the trail so had left her full night time ”package“ on. She was resigned to the fact that she’d end up wet before we broke for lunch but didn’t complain.
It was easy going at first but we ran into an area where there were multiple trees down in just a small area. While we were attacking those downed trees Barbara Ann asked Elle if she wanted to take a potty break. I tried to watch as they went off the trail a ways. I was sure Barbara Ann didn’t know Elle was wearing her package although she was well aware of her problem and I wondered why Elle went with her. I was soon to learn that it’s a female thing. In any case, I didn’t see anything. Even so, it was still going to be a long day and I looked forward to the next time she had to go.
They blew some sort of horn to let us know it was time for our lunch break. As we made our way back to the lodge I asked Elle how she was doing. She admitted that she was wet but it wasn’t a problem. After we ate she said she wasn’t going to change panties but was just going to put some dry sanitary pads in with the wet panties. I asked why and she said that if she put on dry panties and then wet again during the afternoon and then again during the night she wouldn’t have any clean and dry panties for Sunday. She hadn’t planned on the day wetting when she packed. All I’ll say was that knowing that she was going to be wet all afternoon kept me in a state of semi excitement all afternoon.
As far as seeing Barbara Ann when she took her afternoon potty break, I was in the right position to see her squat down and then see her pull her panties and jeans up when she was done. Elle didn’t go with her this time but Brad was close by and he watched her closely. I liked his style.
To be continued...
We stopped at Miss Bea’s to get the girls’ bags. I thought we were in trouble when she asked Barbara Ann for her parents phone number. But Barbara Ann was quick. She told her that we were all going camping with her parents and that they were already at the campgrounds. My initial thought was that Miss Bea wanted it to check if we were really going to Barbara Ann’s house but as soon as camping was mentioned she let the subject drop... thankfully. We went to Brad’s place and Barbara Ann drove with him. It took maybe an hour to get to the park. We signed in and got our cabin assignment and were told that they were presently cooking hamburgers and hot dogs up at the main lodge. We were all starving so went there first. We found out that the evening meals and the next day lunch were included in the weekend and that made me a lot happier... no cash out of my pocket. After getting filled up we headed for the cabin and quite a shock!
All the cabins had been closed up for the Winter. Ours wasn’t very big and consisted of a great (?) room with a kitchenette, two small bed rooms and a tiny bathroom with a toilet, sink and shower stall. When we looked into the bedrooms we had another shock. One had twin beds and the other had two sets of bunk beds. Neither was what I had envisioned. Brad and Barbara Ann got the room with the twin beds. Elle wasn’t very happy about that but we kept our mouths shut.
The water had been turned on but they hadn’t aired the place out before we got there. It was VERY musty and actually colder inside than it was out. We decided to open all the windows while we unloaded the car. Both the girls (and I) were shocked to find out that the only heat was from the fireplace. At least there was dry wood underneath the back of the cabin. Brad started the fire and the girls went about making up the beds while I carried in some wood. We kept our coats on for a long time before we could feel the effect of the fire. Elle was used to going to bed around 10pm and by the time it started to get warm it was close to 11pm and she was asleep in a chair. Our bedroom was still cold so we elected to try sleeping in our clothes on the sofa we had drawn up in front of the fireplace. Elle had put on her usual night time “package” including the plastic panties. We were both asleep when Barbara Ann and Brad went into their room. I’d been hoping to see if Barbara Ann was going to show her “sexy side” but if she did I sure didn’t get to see it. I woke up when I got too warm. I woke Elle up to go to the bathroom and fed the fire while she did. We ended up back on the sofa. I didn’t sleep all that well so managed to monitor Elle so that she stayed dry all night so that was a plus. But I was super tired even before we started in on our work detail... and I sure wasn’t looking forward to it.
Brad had brought his coffee pot and some breakfast goodies so at least we had something to start the day. There were seven trails at the park. We were assigned the longest trail. I think it was about seven miles long. There was another group assigned to work it with us. It was a husband and wife and their two teen aged sons. Brad suggested that they start at one end of the trail and we on the other end and to try and meet in the middle. Brad and I were given bow saws to work with and we were supposed to clear any trees or branches that were blocking the trail. We gave the girls the job of moving the small stuff off to the sides. Elle was somewhat concerned when we found out there were no “facilities“ out on the trail so had left her full night time ”package“ on. She was resigned to the fact that she’d end up wet before we broke for lunch but didn’t complain.
It was easy going at first but we ran into an area where there were multiple trees down in just a small area. While we were attacking those downed trees Barbara Ann asked Elle if she wanted to take a potty break. I tried to watch as they went off the trail a ways. I was sure Barbara Ann didn’t know Elle was wearing her package although she was well aware of her problem and I wondered why Elle went with her. I was soon to learn that it’s a female thing. In any case, I didn’t see anything. Even so, it was still going to be a long day and I looked forward to the next time she had to go.
They blew some sort of horn to let us know it was time for our lunch break. As we made our way back to the lodge I asked Elle how she was doing. She admitted that she was wet but it wasn’t a problem. After we ate she said she wasn’t going to change panties but was just going to put some dry sanitary pads in with the wet panties. I asked why and she said that if she put on dry panties and then wet again during the afternoon and then again during the night she wouldn’t have any clean and dry panties for Sunday. She hadn’t planned on the day wetting when she packed. All I’ll say was that knowing that she was going to be wet all afternoon kept me in a state of semi excitement all afternoon.
As far as seeing Barbara Ann when she took her afternoon potty break, I was in the right position to see her squat down and then see her pull her panties and jeans up when she was done. Elle didn’t go with her this time but Brad was close by and he watched her closely. I liked his style.
To be continued...
Monday, April 20, 2009
STILL SPRING... & trying to enjoy it (Part 43a)
Naturally, I headed down to see Elle that next Tuesday. I was right on time... 3:30pm. But Elle was nowhere in sight. She didn’t show up until after 4pm. The lesson plans that she had written (her first) had proved to be less than stellar and her mentor teacher had asked her to stay late so she could help her. By the time we got to Miss Bea’s house it was almost 4:30pm and she was expected momentarily. All I got was a few minutes of hugs (with my hands up her skirt and on her pantied bottom) and kisses. I tried to think of some excuse for Elle and I to leave but couldn’t. Barbara Ann showed up around 5:30pm and we ate soon thereafter. Elle had to redo her plans so, even though I was welcome to stay, I just felt like excess baggage. I left with Thursday afternoon in mind.
On Thursday, she was there waiting for me. But, so was Barbara Ann. It was raining and since the school only had one gym, the boys baseball team took precedence. At first I was profoundly disappointed. As it turned out, I shouldn’t have been. Once in the house, thankfully, Barbara headed right upstairs leaving Elle and I alone. At first Elle was a little unsure as to how far she would let me go. We settled in on the couch right after Elle used the toilet. When she lay across my lap and “tented” her skirt I knew that it was an “invitation”. When my hand reached it’s destination I was really surprised, and pleased, to find her somewhat damp. She’d obviously not wiped. That, in itself, was enough to create an rather uncomfortable bulge, what with her laying across me. I had to “work” to get her to let me inside. I was just starting to get a reaction when the phone rang. Since the only phone was in the kitchen Elle had to get up to answer it. It turned out that it was Barbara Ann’s boyfriend, Brad. Elle called upstairs and almost before I could blink, she came flying down the stairs. All she had on was a sheer robe over her bra and panties. That caught my attention!. Elle and I didn’t go back to where we were as we waited for her to finish her call. When she did she came in and stood before us asking us if we’d be interested in joining her and her boyfriend for the weekend. The request wasn’t what had my attention. It was the fact that she was standing there with the front of her robe open where I was able to get a great look at about 50% of the front of her panties. I could plainly see the crotch line as well as a good part of the applique. If I’d been asked a direct question right then and there I don’t think I could’ve answered. Elle looked at me and when she saw the expression on my fact she poked me in the ribs. Barbara Ann just stood there waiting for an answer. Neither Elle nor I realized that Brad was still on the phone. When we did we said we’d join them even though we had no idea what we’d be doing. When she went back into the kitchen Elle started to give me the dickens about my staring at Barbara Ann. I wanted to remind her of the comment she’d made about how I'd "like" Barbara Ann when she'd described her to me, but I didn’t.
I didn’t get much of a peek when she went back upstairs and Miss Bea walked in almost as soon as she did. When Barbara Ann came back down for supper she had on jeans and a blouse. I’d never seen her without her horned rimmed glasses and found myself wondering just what she looked like without them. Elle jabbed me once for staring at her and there was no doubt that I was. Like Elle had described her, she sure was “different”. I still couldn’t believe the “show” she’d given earlier. I was hoping for more on the weekend.
After dinner, Barbara Ann asked if I could drive them down to her boyfriend’s after school the next day. She did this out of earshot of Miss Bea as she had told her that we were all going to her home for the weekend. It wasn’t unreasonable as she did live just a little over an hour away. But what we were really going to do was to go to this State park where Brad worked as a Ranger in the Summer. The park wasn’t yet officially open and this was the weekend that was used to clean up after the Winter and to clear the hiking trails. Employees and their families were invited to stay free in one of the cabins provided they would work. Brad signed Elle and I up as his cousin and her husband. I was impressed by his guile. I couldn’t wait.
My problem was that I was scheduled to work at the clothing store both Friday and Saturday. As much as I wanted (and needed) the money I really wanted to spend the weekend with Elle (and Barbara Ann). So I stopped by the store at lunchtime. When I asked Mr B about more time off he pretty much told me that he really didn’t need me anymore. Mrs B was healthy again and he’d really hired me as a favor. I do remember feeling bad but I did thank him. I packed some work clothes and that was about it. I got to Elle’s school a little early and while I waited I remember fantasizing what it would be like living in the same cabin as Barbara Ann and wondering if she’d be as “casual” as she’d been the day before.
To be continued...
Naturally, I headed down to see Elle that next Tuesday. I was right on time... 3:30pm. But Elle was nowhere in sight. She didn’t show up until after 4pm. The lesson plans that she had written (her first) had proved to be less than stellar and her mentor teacher had asked her to stay late so she could help her. By the time we got to Miss Bea’s house it was almost 4:30pm and she was expected momentarily. All I got was a few minutes of hugs (with my hands up her skirt and on her pantied bottom) and kisses. I tried to think of some excuse for Elle and I to leave but couldn’t. Barbara Ann showed up around 5:30pm and we ate soon thereafter. Elle had to redo her plans so, even though I was welcome to stay, I just felt like excess baggage. I left with Thursday afternoon in mind.
On Thursday, she was there waiting for me. But, so was Barbara Ann. It was raining and since the school only had one gym, the boys baseball team took precedence. At first I was profoundly disappointed. As it turned out, I shouldn’t have been. Once in the house, thankfully, Barbara headed right upstairs leaving Elle and I alone. At first Elle was a little unsure as to how far she would let me go. We settled in on the couch right after Elle used the toilet. When she lay across my lap and “tented” her skirt I knew that it was an “invitation”. When my hand reached it’s destination I was really surprised, and pleased, to find her somewhat damp. She’d obviously not wiped. That, in itself, was enough to create an rather uncomfortable bulge, what with her laying across me. I had to “work” to get her to let me inside. I was just starting to get a reaction when the phone rang. Since the only phone was in the kitchen Elle had to get up to answer it. It turned out that it was Barbara Ann’s boyfriend, Brad. Elle called upstairs and almost before I could blink, she came flying down the stairs. All she had on was a sheer robe over her bra and panties. That caught my attention!. Elle and I didn’t go back to where we were as we waited for her to finish her call. When she did she came in and stood before us asking us if we’d be interested in joining her and her boyfriend for the weekend. The request wasn’t what had my attention. It was the fact that she was standing there with the front of her robe open where I was able to get a great look at about 50% of the front of her panties. I could plainly see the crotch line as well as a good part of the applique. If I’d been asked a direct question right then and there I don’t think I could’ve answered. Elle looked at me and when she saw the expression on my fact she poked me in the ribs. Barbara Ann just stood there waiting for an answer. Neither Elle nor I realized that Brad was still on the phone. When we did we said we’d join them even though we had no idea what we’d be doing. When she went back into the kitchen Elle started to give me the dickens about my staring at Barbara Ann. I wanted to remind her of the comment she’d made about how I'd "like" Barbara Ann when she'd described her to me, but I didn’t.
I didn’t get much of a peek when she went back upstairs and Miss Bea walked in almost as soon as she did. When Barbara Ann came back down for supper she had on jeans and a blouse. I’d never seen her without her horned rimmed glasses and found myself wondering just what she looked like without them. Elle jabbed me once for staring at her and there was no doubt that I was. Like Elle had described her, she sure was “different”. I still couldn’t believe the “show” she’d given earlier. I was hoping for more on the weekend.
After dinner, Barbara Ann asked if I could drive them down to her boyfriend’s after school the next day. She did this out of earshot of Miss Bea as she had told her that we were all going to her home for the weekend. It wasn’t unreasonable as she did live just a little over an hour away. But what we were really going to do was to go to this State park where Brad worked as a Ranger in the Summer. The park wasn’t yet officially open and this was the weekend that was used to clean up after the Winter and to clear the hiking trails. Employees and their families were invited to stay free in one of the cabins provided they would work. Brad signed Elle and I up as his cousin and her husband. I was impressed by his guile. I couldn’t wait.
My problem was that I was scheduled to work at the clothing store both Friday and Saturday. As much as I wanted (and needed) the money I really wanted to spend the weekend with Elle (and Barbara Ann). So I stopped by the store at lunchtime. When I asked Mr B about more time off he pretty much told me that he really didn’t need me anymore. Mrs B was healthy again and he’d really hired me as a favor. I do remember feeling bad but I did thank him. I packed some work clothes and that was about it. I got to Elle’s school a little early and while I waited I remember fantasizing what it would be like living in the same cabin as Barbara Ann and wondering if she’d be as “casual” as she’d been the day before.
To be continued...
Friday, April 17, 2009
SPRING... and a dark cloud on the horizon (Part 42e)
When I returned to classes after Spring break I found that one of my Psychology professors had had a stroke and was hospitalized. My initial reaction was one of disappointment as I felt he was the best instructor I had. The class was canceled for two days and on the third (a Friday) I walked in to see this tall, old man with white hair and beard standing in front of the class. He introduced himself as professor W, the retired head of the Psych department. It was easy to see that he was a no nonsense type. He started off by telling the class that everything was about to change.
At the beginning of the semester we’d all been told that there were three components to our grade for the year; 1/3 was the mid semester exam... 1/3 the final exam... and 1/3 our term project. We’d also been told that our text book was to be a reference only and that because Psychology was an inexact science, class discussion rather than lectures would be the focus. Our term project could be on just about anything as long as we could persuade the professor that it was related to Psychology. I’d had a hard time getting approval for mine but as I progressed with it the professor bought into the concept. As a whole the class had not done all that well on the mid semester exam so we were graded on a curve. I got an actual 56 but it was “curved” up to a 65, a passing grade.
Having said all that, professor W wasn’t kidding when he said things were to change. The first thing was that the text was now to be our “Bible” and we were going to have a quiz to start each class that would cover our homework. Next, he didn’t believe in marking on a curve so all our grades were going to be changed back to what we had actually gotten. There would now be four components for our grade in the course; the two exams making up half our grade, the term project 1/4 and the accumulated quiz grades the final 1/4. The whole class was in shock!
It only took a few classes to realize that the man had a problem. The term “absent minded professor” fit him to a “T”. He couldn’t remember anybody’s name and would out the same assignment two classes in a row. But, for me, those problems were minor. When I had my one on one meeting with him to go over my project I hadn’t gotten into it for more that a few minutes before he stood up and called the whole thing “Garbage“ and he walked out of the room. I thought that he’d come back but he didn’t. I waited for probably a half hour. Not knowing what to do I went looking for my faculty advisor.
He was also a Psychology professor and was very familiar with professor W. Long story short... Professor W. had been asked to retire about 5 years earlier and there was a bit of resentment. My advisor told me that, within the department, there was some concern and that what I was telling him wasn’t unexpected. I was told by my advisor that he would speak to professor W on my behalf and that I should continue to work on my project. I thanked him and left. When I walked into the next class with professor W I was expecting that he would ask me to stop by and see him after class. When he didn’t I took the initiative. MISTAKE!!!
He didn’t even know who I was. When I reminded him of our meeting he went ”off“ again, telling me that I was wasting both his and my time. So, it was back to my advisor. He apologized and said that he hadn’t been able to ”pin him down“ to talk with him. Before the next class I stopped by to see my advisor first. I didn’t want a repeat of the last time. But there was no news. He hadn’t talked with him. My concern was growing. I had over seven weeks of effort into the project (I actually was making a REAL effort, something I wasn’t doing with the rest of my work.) and there was less than six weeks to the end of the semester. If I was to change the subject I’d have to do approximately fourteen weeks of work in just five.(1)
At the same time I found life at the fraternity to be just about dead. The social probation was being monitored closely and two of the brothers who were caught with alcohol in their rooms were kicked out of the fraternity. The mid semester GPA for the fraternity was up but just barely (I certainly didn't help in that category) and the officers were really cracking down and were enforcing "quiet time". I got called before them about the lack of time I physically spent in the house. I survived that little inquisition by reminding them that my assistant house manager's position only required that I sleep in the house. I hadn't missed a night since I'd been given the job. All in all, it was not the fun place it had been when I joined.
To be continued...
When I returned to classes after Spring break I found that one of my Psychology professors had had a stroke and was hospitalized. My initial reaction was one of disappointment as I felt he was the best instructor I had. The class was canceled for two days and on the third (a Friday) I walked in to see this tall, old man with white hair and beard standing in front of the class. He introduced himself as professor W, the retired head of the Psych department. It was easy to see that he was a no nonsense type. He started off by telling the class that everything was about to change.
At the beginning of the semester we’d all been told that there were three components to our grade for the year; 1/3 was the mid semester exam... 1/3 the final exam... and 1/3 our term project. We’d also been told that our text book was to be a reference only and that because Psychology was an inexact science, class discussion rather than lectures would be the focus. Our term project could be on just about anything as long as we could persuade the professor that it was related to Psychology. I’d had a hard time getting approval for mine but as I progressed with it the professor bought into the concept. As a whole the class had not done all that well on the mid semester exam so we were graded on a curve. I got an actual 56 but it was “curved” up to a 65, a passing grade.
Having said all that, professor W wasn’t kidding when he said things were to change. The first thing was that the text was now to be our “Bible” and we were going to have a quiz to start each class that would cover our homework. Next, he didn’t believe in marking on a curve so all our grades were going to be changed back to what we had actually gotten. There would now be four components for our grade in the course; the two exams making up half our grade, the term project 1/4 and the accumulated quiz grades the final 1/4. The whole class was in shock!
It only took a few classes to realize that the man had a problem. The term “absent minded professor” fit him to a “T”. He couldn’t remember anybody’s name and would out the same assignment two classes in a row. But, for me, those problems were minor. When I had my one on one meeting with him to go over my project I hadn’t gotten into it for more that a few minutes before he stood up and called the whole thing “Garbage“ and he walked out of the room. I thought that he’d come back but he didn’t. I waited for probably a half hour. Not knowing what to do I went looking for my faculty advisor.
He was also a Psychology professor and was very familiar with professor W. Long story short... Professor W. had been asked to retire about 5 years earlier and there was a bit of resentment. My advisor told me that, within the department, there was some concern and that what I was telling him wasn’t unexpected. I was told by my advisor that he would speak to professor W on my behalf and that I should continue to work on my project. I thanked him and left. When I walked into the next class with professor W I was expecting that he would ask me to stop by and see him after class. When he didn’t I took the initiative. MISTAKE!!!
He didn’t even know who I was. When I reminded him of our meeting he went ”off“ again, telling me that I was wasting both his and my time. So, it was back to my advisor. He apologized and said that he hadn’t been able to ”pin him down“ to talk with him. Before the next class I stopped by to see my advisor first. I didn’t want a repeat of the last time. But there was no news. He hadn’t talked with him. My concern was growing. I had over seven weeks of effort into the project (I actually was making a REAL effort, something I wasn’t doing with the rest of my work.) and there was less than six weeks to the end of the semester. If I was to change the subject I’d have to do approximately fourteen weeks of work in just five.(1)
At the same time I found life at the fraternity to be just about dead. The social probation was being monitored closely and two of the brothers who were caught with alcohol in their rooms were kicked out of the fraternity. The mid semester GPA for the fraternity was up but just barely (I certainly didn't help in that category) and the officers were really cracking down and were enforcing "quiet time". I got called before them about the lack of time I physically spent in the house. I survived that little inquisition by reminding them that my assistant house manager's position only required that I sleep in the house. I hadn't missed a night since I'd been given the job. All in all, it was not the fun place it had been when I joined.
To be continued...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
SPRING... some fun for a change (Part 42d)
We headed South but because of the rural nature of the countryside there wasn’t any obvious place for us to go and park. Almost all the roads off the highway were gravel or dirt. The deep frost of the Winter was working it’s way to the surface and those type of roads were deeply rutted from trucks and school buses. I didn’t want to chance going down one and getting stuck in the mud. So, I turned around and we headed back to the town where Elle had taught for the first part of the semester. I’d never really done any “exploration” in and around the town. With Elle’s roommate, Teresa, with us almost constantly, I never really saw Elle alone so had no reason to find a secluded place for us to go. Being Easter Sunday, the town was deserted. I don’t remember why we went down the street where the schools were located. As opposed to the school that Elle was now teaching at where all the grades, K through 12, were in one building, this school district had two separate buildings with the High School in one. That building was in the shape of the letter L. I was a bit curious so drove into the parking lot which ran back from the road. At the back end I saw a paved pad that ran in behind the building. I drove onto the pad and looked around. From where we were we couldn’t see the road. To the right were the athletic fields which were tree lined. It quickly dawned on me that unless someone drove into the parking lot there was no way anyone would or could see us. I had found what I was looking for.
Elle wasn’t really comfortable though. It took a little persuasion to get her to lie across my lap like she would often do when we parked. When I went to slide my hand up between her thighs to reach the crotch of her panties she, again, resisted. But, I was able to get her to let me stay there. It took a little more time than I would’ve liked but eventually she relaxed enough for me to venture inside. Unfortunately, but as it usually was with her, she was dry and I needed some “lubrication” to make it more pleasurable for both of us. It took more persuasion but she did get up on her knees and let me have a “squirt“.
I know she enjoyed herself; her writhing body couldn’t hide it. But, she just wasn’t willing to go any further what with it being daylight and with us in a public place. When she checked her watch she said it was probably a good idea to head back to Miss Bea’s. I couldn’t really complain. At least I had a good memory to start off the week.
It was only about 15 minutes to Miss Bea’s. We were just on the outskirts of town when she let out a bit of a squeal... ”I’m leaking!“ She reached under the seat to get one of the towels that were usually there but she couldn’t find one. Then she told me to stop the car. If she’d found a towel she could’ve peed in it and we wouldn’t have to stop. The problem with stopping was that we were on a state highway and there was a fair amount of traffic. But, just ahead, when she told me to stop, was a state highway depot where they stored snow plows and the sand that they put on the roads when it snowed. There was a wide entryway and I just pulled off and into the yard, stopping behind a large berm-like pile of sand. She had the door open as soon as the car stopped. She already had her skirt hiked up around her waist and when she stepped out she went into a semi squat, holding onto the door with her left hand. I flopped onto the passenger side seat and watched the pee pour from the back of her panties into a pool beneath her. I was as hard as a rock. It only took a few seconds for her bladder to empty but she stayed in the semi squat position for at least a minute. She asked if I had anything at all to blot her panties and to dry her legs and feet. I went to the trunk and rooted around and found an old T shirt. She was standing up but still with her skirt around her waist. I could see the wet crotch as I approached her. My bulge was very evident. I really wanted to go up to her and to caress those wet panties but she was all business, taking the shirt and blotting her crotch. She was worried about her wet panties and the leather seat but I told her it was OK. She sat down with her feet still outside the car and than asked me to wipe down her ankles and feet where her pee had splashed up onto her. She had her legs spread and it was a glorious view, especially with the wetness making the nylon panties somewhat transparent. When I was done I asked if she wanted to put on dry panties. I knew the metal box under my seat still had panties in it. She felt her crotch and told me that it was probably a good idea. She got in and closed the door while I fished the box out from under the seat. There were two pair of her Carter’s heavy cotton panties in the box. I handed one of them to her but asked if she’d ”be nice“ and just put them on over the other ones. I got another one of ”those“ looks only this one lasted longer than normal. I watched as she slipped them up her legs and on. She did say that she was going to change as soon as we got back to the house but I was just happy that she’d agreed to accommodate me.
The two ladies were still at the house when we got back. The ladies had cleaned up and washed the dishes so there wasn’t anything that we could do. They left after it got dark and I followed soon after. We did get a few minutes of semi privacy where we worked out a bit of a schedule for me to visit. Miss Bea had expanded her volunteer work to add Tuesdays and Thursdays and didn’t get home until about 4;30pm. Elle thought it would be “nice” if I could come at least one of those days and we’d have a few minutes to be alone. My first thought was of Barbara Ann. If she was there we wouldn’t really be alone but Elle told me that Barbara Ann had been a softball player at college and was going to help out with the High School team. Therefore we’d have time to ourselves. It was obvious that they had already discussed it and I liked Elle's thinking. All I had to was let Elle know a day in advance when I was coming. My trip back to school was filled with all kinds of ideas for our upcoming “alone” time.
To be continued...
We headed South but because of the rural nature of the countryside there wasn’t any obvious place for us to go and park. Almost all the roads off the highway were gravel or dirt. The deep frost of the Winter was working it’s way to the surface and those type of roads were deeply rutted from trucks and school buses. I didn’t want to chance going down one and getting stuck in the mud. So, I turned around and we headed back to the town where Elle had taught for the first part of the semester. I’d never really done any “exploration” in and around the town. With Elle’s roommate, Teresa, with us almost constantly, I never really saw Elle alone so had no reason to find a secluded place for us to go. Being Easter Sunday, the town was deserted. I don’t remember why we went down the street where the schools were located. As opposed to the school that Elle was now teaching at where all the grades, K through 12, were in one building, this school district had two separate buildings with the High School in one. That building was in the shape of the letter L. I was a bit curious so drove into the parking lot which ran back from the road. At the back end I saw a paved pad that ran in behind the building. I drove onto the pad and looked around. From where we were we couldn’t see the road. To the right were the athletic fields which were tree lined. It quickly dawned on me that unless someone drove into the parking lot there was no way anyone would or could see us. I had found what I was looking for.
Elle wasn’t really comfortable though. It took a little persuasion to get her to lie across my lap like she would often do when we parked. When I went to slide my hand up between her thighs to reach the crotch of her panties she, again, resisted. But, I was able to get her to let me stay there. It took a little more time than I would’ve liked but eventually she relaxed enough for me to venture inside. Unfortunately, but as it usually was with her, she was dry and I needed some “lubrication” to make it more pleasurable for both of us. It took more persuasion but she did get up on her knees and let me have a “squirt“.
I know she enjoyed herself; her writhing body couldn’t hide it. But, she just wasn’t willing to go any further what with it being daylight and with us in a public place. When she checked her watch she said it was probably a good idea to head back to Miss Bea’s. I couldn’t really complain. At least I had a good memory to start off the week.
It was only about 15 minutes to Miss Bea’s. We were just on the outskirts of town when she let out a bit of a squeal... ”I’m leaking!“ She reached under the seat to get one of the towels that were usually there but she couldn’t find one. Then she told me to stop the car. If she’d found a towel she could’ve peed in it and we wouldn’t have to stop. The problem with stopping was that we were on a state highway and there was a fair amount of traffic. But, just ahead, when she told me to stop, was a state highway depot where they stored snow plows and the sand that they put on the roads when it snowed. There was a wide entryway and I just pulled off and into the yard, stopping behind a large berm-like pile of sand. She had the door open as soon as the car stopped. She already had her skirt hiked up around her waist and when she stepped out she went into a semi squat, holding onto the door with her left hand. I flopped onto the passenger side seat and watched the pee pour from the back of her panties into a pool beneath her. I was as hard as a rock. It only took a few seconds for her bladder to empty but she stayed in the semi squat position for at least a minute. She asked if I had anything at all to blot her panties and to dry her legs and feet. I went to the trunk and rooted around and found an old T shirt. She was standing up but still with her skirt around her waist. I could see the wet crotch as I approached her. My bulge was very evident. I really wanted to go up to her and to caress those wet panties but she was all business, taking the shirt and blotting her crotch. She was worried about her wet panties and the leather seat but I told her it was OK. She sat down with her feet still outside the car and than asked me to wipe down her ankles and feet where her pee had splashed up onto her. She had her legs spread and it was a glorious view, especially with the wetness making the nylon panties somewhat transparent. When I was done I asked if she wanted to put on dry panties. I knew the metal box under my seat still had panties in it. She felt her crotch and told me that it was probably a good idea. She got in and closed the door while I fished the box out from under the seat. There were two pair of her Carter’s heavy cotton panties in the box. I handed one of them to her but asked if she’d ”be nice“ and just put them on over the other ones. I got another one of ”those“ looks only this one lasted longer than normal. I watched as she slipped them up her legs and on. She did say that she was going to change as soon as we got back to the house but I was just happy that she’d agreed to accommodate me.
The two ladies were still at the house when we got back. The ladies had cleaned up and washed the dishes so there wasn’t anything that we could do. They left after it got dark and I followed soon after. We did get a few minutes of semi privacy where we worked out a bit of a schedule for me to visit. Miss Bea had expanded her volunteer work to add Tuesdays and Thursdays and didn’t get home until about 4;30pm. Elle thought it would be “nice” if I could come at least one of those days and we’d have a few minutes to be alone. My first thought was of Barbara Ann. If she was there we wouldn’t really be alone but Elle told me that Barbara Ann had been a softball player at college and was going to help out with the High School team. Therefore we’d have time to ourselves. It was obvious that they had already discussed it and I liked Elle's thinking. All I had to was let Elle know a day in advance when I was coming. My trip back to school was filled with all kinds of ideas for our upcoming “alone” time.
To be continued...
Saturday, April 11, 2009
SPRING... some fun for a change (Part 42c)
As I remember it she wanted to know what was wrong. I know I should’ve taken advantage of the moment but I didn’t. For some reason it was OK to be upstairs in her own house but I was uncomfortable there at Miss Bea’s. There was one thing that Elle tried not to do and that was to touch my privates with her fingers and hands. Of course, over time she had but it was usually by accident. I was not expecting her to put her hand there, even though I had my clothes on. I started to back away but she grabbed my belt and tried to undo it. I think I even protested, mildly, by asking what she thought she was doing. Backed up to her bed, she pushed me back making me fall on it. At that point she flopped down on top of me. One thing led to another and before long I let her strip my pants off. With me fully on my back she climbed up on me straddling my groin. I remember having my hands on her hips and feeling her sort of riding my now exposed penis. What I also remember is that her crotch was wet... probably part of it was my pre-cum but there was more to it than that. When she stopped she pulled her panty crotch aside and, for the first time I can remember, she took my penis and, with a bit of trouble, guided it in. I was dumbfounded. She had never been the aggressor and, at best, was sometimes a willing partner. Most times it had been me working to get her ”primed“ but this was totally different. My very first thought was that I didn’t have a ”rubber“. It took a few seconds to remember that she’d just had her period so I relaxed and enjoyed the ”ride“... at least for a very short time. It had been so long since we’d had sex that it didn’t take much for me to come. I remember the feeling of ”deflation“ both mentally and physically. It was a lot different when it happened when she was on top though. I sort of liked it.
I was hoping that she’d come down and lie in my arms and eventually she did. If we said anything I surely don’t remember it. I do remember having my hands on her butt cheeks and feeling her wet panties though. I think the first thing I asked was when Miss Bea would be back, something I should’ve asked when we first went upstairs. Miss Bea worked from 8am to 4pm on Saturdays and from noon to 4pm on Sundays. But we were in good shape time wise. Elle went to get washed up and I was following her into the bathroom to watch. Even though she’d let me finally see her naked she still wasn’t comfortable with it, especially since it had been quite a while since I had. So, I actually waited in the hall but did peek. She’d taken clean panties in with her and I was disappointed to see her with a pair of the Carter’s heavy cotton on when she came out. I asked why and she smiled and said it was because ”I’d be coming out of her for a while“. I hadn’t thought of that. But, I asked if she’d put on a pair of nylon panties over them. She gave me one of ”those“ looks that sort of indicated that she thought I was crazy... but I watched her reach into a drawer and pull out another pair. I remember helping her to get them on and, as I did, I just happened to run my fingers over her crotch. She was right. I was still ”coming out“.
When we went out to check on the wash Elle started talking about Barbara Ann. I’d mentioned that Elle had told me she was ”different“. Elle explained that comment. Even though she was from a small town, her boyfriend/fiance didn’t. His father had been in the Air Force and he’d lived in a lot of different places. They’d been going together for three years and Barbara Ann was not shy in telling Elle that they had been having sex almost from the beginning. Elle went on to say that Barbara Ann wasn’t shy about many things, certainly not about walking around in her underwear. I heard that and actually had a small bulge start. I don’t think Elle saw it but she did make a comment about how I’d react if I were to see her doing it. Miss Bea had ”suggested“ that she at least have a robe on when she was downstairs. Elle went on about how she kept pestering her about our relationship. I think I did ask her how much she'd told her and I don’t remember her exact answer. By then she had all the dry things folded and in the wash basket. Once back inside I finally got up the courage to ask about her ”aggressive“ actions with me upstairs and if they were as a result of talking with Barbara Ann. She didn’t have to say a word. The color of her cheeks told it all. I remember thinking that I really wanted to get to know Barbara Ann.
When Miss Bea finally arrived she had a whole batch of groceries. With the next day being Easter she had bought a ham and all the fixings. She’d already asked me to dinner but there was way more food than for just the three of us. She eventually explained that she’d also invited a couple of widow ladies from church. I began to have doubts about having said I’d eat with her but it was too late. That night we spent a very unexciting evening playing board games. I begged off early saying I had a headache. On my trip back to school all I thought about was what Elle had told me about Barbara Ann. Having seen her appliqued panties made the thoughts even better. I couldn’t wait to meet her again.
I was a ”good boy“ and went to church with Elle and Miss Bea the next morning. In a way it was good that Miss Bea had invited the ladies over to eat. When we were finished Miss Bea ”excused” us, telling us that we’d just be bored listening to old ladies talk. She was very aware and suggested that Elle and I go for a leisurely ride and explore the countryside. I couldn’t get out of the house fast enough.
To be continued...
As I remember it she wanted to know what was wrong. I know I should’ve taken advantage of the moment but I didn’t. For some reason it was OK to be upstairs in her own house but I was uncomfortable there at Miss Bea’s. There was one thing that Elle tried not to do and that was to touch my privates with her fingers and hands. Of course, over time she had but it was usually by accident. I was not expecting her to put her hand there, even though I had my clothes on. I started to back away but she grabbed my belt and tried to undo it. I think I even protested, mildly, by asking what she thought she was doing. Backed up to her bed, she pushed me back making me fall on it. At that point she flopped down on top of me. One thing led to another and before long I let her strip my pants off. With me fully on my back she climbed up on me straddling my groin. I remember having my hands on her hips and feeling her sort of riding my now exposed penis. What I also remember is that her crotch was wet... probably part of it was my pre-cum but there was more to it than that. When she stopped she pulled her panty crotch aside and, for the first time I can remember, she took my penis and, with a bit of trouble, guided it in. I was dumbfounded. She had never been the aggressor and, at best, was sometimes a willing partner. Most times it had been me working to get her ”primed“ but this was totally different. My very first thought was that I didn’t have a ”rubber“. It took a few seconds to remember that she’d just had her period so I relaxed and enjoyed the ”ride“... at least for a very short time. It had been so long since we’d had sex that it didn’t take much for me to come. I remember the feeling of ”deflation“ both mentally and physically. It was a lot different when it happened when she was on top though. I sort of liked it.
I was hoping that she’d come down and lie in my arms and eventually she did. If we said anything I surely don’t remember it. I do remember having my hands on her butt cheeks and feeling her wet panties though. I think the first thing I asked was when Miss Bea would be back, something I should’ve asked when we first went upstairs. Miss Bea worked from 8am to 4pm on Saturdays and from noon to 4pm on Sundays. But we were in good shape time wise. Elle went to get washed up and I was following her into the bathroom to watch. Even though she’d let me finally see her naked she still wasn’t comfortable with it, especially since it had been quite a while since I had. So, I actually waited in the hall but did peek. She’d taken clean panties in with her and I was disappointed to see her with a pair of the Carter’s heavy cotton on when she came out. I asked why and she smiled and said it was because ”I’d be coming out of her for a while“. I hadn’t thought of that. But, I asked if she’d put on a pair of nylon panties over them. She gave me one of ”those“ looks that sort of indicated that she thought I was crazy... but I watched her reach into a drawer and pull out another pair. I remember helping her to get them on and, as I did, I just happened to run my fingers over her crotch. She was right. I was still ”coming out“.
When we went out to check on the wash Elle started talking about Barbara Ann. I’d mentioned that Elle had told me she was ”different“. Elle explained that comment. Even though she was from a small town, her boyfriend/fiance didn’t. His father had been in the Air Force and he’d lived in a lot of different places. They’d been going together for three years and Barbara Ann was not shy in telling Elle that they had been having sex almost from the beginning. Elle went on to say that Barbara Ann wasn’t shy about many things, certainly not about walking around in her underwear. I heard that and actually had a small bulge start. I don’t think Elle saw it but she did make a comment about how I’d react if I were to see her doing it. Miss Bea had ”suggested“ that she at least have a robe on when she was downstairs. Elle went on about how she kept pestering her about our relationship. I think I did ask her how much she'd told her and I don’t remember her exact answer. By then she had all the dry things folded and in the wash basket. Once back inside I finally got up the courage to ask about her ”aggressive“ actions with me upstairs and if they were as a result of talking with Barbara Ann. She didn’t have to say a word. The color of her cheeks told it all. I remember thinking that I really wanted to get to know Barbara Ann.
When Miss Bea finally arrived she had a whole batch of groceries. With the next day being Easter she had bought a ham and all the fixings. She’d already asked me to dinner but there was way more food than for just the three of us. She eventually explained that she’d also invited a couple of widow ladies from church. I began to have doubts about having said I’d eat with her but it was too late. That night we spent a very unexciting evening playing board games. I begged off early saying I had a headache. On my trip back to school all I thought about was what Elle had told me about Barbara Ann. Having seen her appliqued panties made the thoughts even better. I couldn’t wait to meet her again.
I was a ”good boy“ and went to church with Elle and Miss Bea the next morning. In a way it was good that Miss Bea had invited the ladies over to eat. When we were finished Miss Bea ”excused” us, telling us that we’d just be bored listening to old ladies talk. She was very aware and suggested that Elle and I go for a leisurely ride and explore the countryside. I couldn’t get out of the house fast enough.
To be continued...
Thursday, April 09, 2009
SPRING... some fun for a change (Part 42b)
I'd begged out of working at the clothing store so I could get to Elle's as early as possible. But, with Barbara Ann gone, that left it up to Elle to do the wash and vacuuming. I got recruited to help. I was, initially, annoyed. I wanted to just wrap my arms around Elle and to get caught up with all that I’d been missing over the past two months. All I got was a big hug and a long kiss... and then I was put to work. I was assigned to vacuum the downstairs areas while she did the wash. Ironically, the washing machine was the same as Elle had back at home. It didn’t take me long and as I finished up Elle was done with the first load. One of Miss Bea’s quirks was that the laundry had to be hung ”in order“, meaning that everything of a like kind had to be hung together... all socks together; all bras together; all panties together, etc. So Elle had me sort it all out while she started the next load. I couldn’t think of a more pleasant job.
It was especially pleasurable because it gave me the opportunity to see, really up close, Barbara Ann’s panties. But not to be left out were those of Miss Bea. She was a fairly attractive woman with a nice shape so I was certainly interested in what she wore as well. She had an enclosed back porch with a large table and I headed there to do my ”job“. As I sorted out the items I thought back to the wash line at Mrs T’s and how I would ogle it as I would drive up. I had to watch myself so Elle didn’t catch me peeking at the panty labels. Elle, because of her nightly ”package“ had the most. I was familiar with almost all of hers and it was fairly easy to pick out Miss Bea’s as they were a bit bigger than the girls. I ended up trying to do a second sort separating the panties of all three. I was pleased to see that there were a few of the panties I’d bought for Elle at Christmas mixed in. I took too long to get too far into the ”inspection“ part before Elle was ready to go hang it on the clothesline. But, the one thing I did glean was that all of Barbara Ann’s were white nylon with appliques on them. I knew I really wanted to get a closer look at them before the girls finished up with their teaching assignment.
I followed Elle outside to watch as she hung it all up. I didn’t think she would notice that all hers were together but I remember her asking why. I have no idea what I said. I’m sure I blushed. I ended up holding the wash basket up so she didn’t have to bend over and that gave me the opportunity to see both Barbara Ann’s and Miss Bea’s panties up close as she clothes pinned them to the lines. One thing I did notice was that the crotch on some of Miss Bea’s did have a yellowish tinge but no where near as much as most of Elle’s. They were a mixed lot of cotton and nylon and I made a note to myself to do a further inspection of them as well if I could. I’ll admit that as I stood there looking at a line of probably two dozen panties on the line I had a soft bulge.
It was over an hour before all the wash was done and hung outside. I did get Elle to sit on my lap for a few minutes at a time but when I tried to get ”fresh“ she’d get up and would find something else to do. After the last piece was hung and she came back into the house I let her know about my frustration. Basically I asked her if there was something wrong between us. I got what I soon came to learn was a normal response... ”No. Why do you think that?“
Rather than start something that I knew wouldn’t go well, I backed off. Lunch consisted of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. We were pretty quiet and when we were finished she shocked me by asking if I wanted to come upstairs to see her room. From living in a house where no males were even allowed inside she was now inviting me upstairs and into her bedroom. I think I questioned her about ”house rules“. She said that Miss Bea was there when Barbara Ann took her boyfriend upstairs and didn’t say anything. My mind was racing. Was this really true. No males were allowed upstairs at her sorority so I'd just assumed that it would be the same here. But upstairs we went.
There were twin beds that had been pushed together to give Elle more room. She had a desk, dressing table and a dresser as well as a nice sized closet. It faced the South so it was nice and bright. I took a peek into Barbara Ann’s room and it was basically the same only it faced the North. When I came back into Elle’s room she was in the process of stepping out of the jeans that she’d been wearing. What a pleasant sight, especially since I wasn't expecting it. She was wearing a pair of the new panties that I’d given her for Christmas. With the "diamond" crotch they stood out. Then she walked up to me and gave me a kiss and hug. My bulge had started the second I saw her undressing and, within seconds, I was as hard as I could be. As we hugged Elle was gyrating slowly against my groin. Surprisingly, I didn’t know what to do. My mind was telling me that I shouldn’t be in there. It was somewhat funny in that I'd not had any trepidation about going upstairs at Elle's house with her. My heart, racing, wanted me to take her and lay her down on the bed. But I just stood there, not doing anything.
To be continued...
I'd begged out of working at the clothing store so I could get to Elle's as early as possible. But, with Barbara Ann gone, that left it up to Elle to do the wash and vacuuming. I got recruited to help. I was, initially, annoyed. I wanted to just wrap my arms around Elle and to get caught up with all that I’d been missing over the past two months. All I got was a big hug and a long kiss... and then I was put to work. I was assigned to vacuum the downstairs areas while she did the wash. Ironically, the washing machine was the same as Elle had back at home. It didn’t take me long and as I finished up Elle was done with the first load. One of Miss Bea’s quirks was that the laundry had to be hung ”in order“, meaning that everything of a like kind had to be hung together... all socks together; all bras together; all panties together, etc. So Elle had me sort it all out while she started the next load. I couldn’t think of a more pleasant job.
It was especially pleasurable because it gave me the opportunity to see, really up close, Barbara Ann’s panties. But not to be left out were those of Miss Bea. She was a fairly attractive woman with a nice shape so I was certainly interested in what she wore as well. She had an enclosed back porch with a large table and I headed there to do my ”job“. As I sorted out the items I thought back to the wash line at Mrs T’s and how I would ogle it as I would drive up. I had to watch myself so Elle didn’t catch me peeking at the panty labels. Elle, because of her nightly ”package“ had the most. I was familiar with almost all of hers and it was fairly easy to pick out Miss Bea’s as they were a bit bigger than the girls. I ended up trying to do a second sort separating the panties of all three. I was pleased to see that there were a few of the panties I’d bought for Elle at Christmas mixed in. I took too long to get too far into the ”inspection“ part before Elle was ready to go hang it on the clothesline. But, the one thing I did glean was that all of Barbara Ann’s were white nylon with appliques on them. I knew I really wanted to get a closer look at them before the girls finished up with their teaching assignment.
I followed Elle outside to watch as she hung it all up. I didn’t think she would notice that all hers were together but I remember her asking why. I have no idea what I said. I’m sure I blushed. I ended up holding the wash basket up so she didn’t have to bend over and that gave me the opportunity to see both Barbara Ann’s and Miss Bea’s panties up close as she clothes pinned them to the lines. One thing I did notice was that the crotch on some of Miss Bea’s did have a yellowish tinge but no where near as much as most of Elle’s. They were a mixed lot of cotton and nylon and I made a note to myself to do a further inspection of them as well if I could. I’ll admit that as I stood there looking at a line of probably two dozen panties on the line I had a soft bulge.
It was over an hour before all the wash was done and hung outside. I did get Elle to sit on my lap for a few minutes at a time but when I tried to get ”fresh“ she’d get up and would find something else to do. After the last piece was hung and she came back into the house I let her know about my frustration. Basically I asked her if there was something wrong between us. I got what I soon came to learn was a normal response... ”No. Why do you think that?“
Rather than start something that I knew wouldn’t go well, I backed off. Lunch consisted of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. We were pretty quiet and when we were finished she shocked me by asking if I wanted to come upstairs to see her room. From living in a house where no males were even allowed inside she was now inviting me upstairs and into her bedroom. I think I questioned her about ”house rules“. She said that Miss Bea was there when Barbara Ann took her boyfriend upstairs and didn’t say anything. My mind was racing. Was this really true. No males were allowed upstairs at her sorority so I'd just assumed that it would be the same here. But upstairs we went.
There were twin beds that had been pushed together to give Elle more room. She had a desk, dressing table and a dresser as well as a nice sized closet. It faced the South so it was nice and bright. I took a peek into Barbara Ann’s room and it was basically the same only it faced the North. When I came back into Elle’s room she was in the process of stepping out of the jeans that she’d been wearing. What a pleasant sight, especially since I wasn't expecting it. She was wearing a pair of the new panties that I’d given her for Christmas. With the "diamond" crotch they stood out. Then she walked up to me and gave me a kiss and hug. My bulge had started the second I saw her undressing and, within seconds, I was as hard as I could be. As we hugged Elle was gyrating slowly against my groin. Surprisingly, I didn’t know what to do. My mind was telling me that I shouldn’t be in there. It was somewhat funny in that I'd not had any trepidation about going upstairs at Elle's house with her. My heart, racing, wanted me to take her and lay her down on the bed. But I just stood there, not doing anything.
To be continued...
Monday, April 06, 2009
SPRING... some fun for a change (Part 42a)
The decision Elle made to live with Miss Bea was wonderful in just about every way. As strict and unreasonable as her previous landlady had been, Miss Bea was 180 degrees the opposite. It started with her willingness to go pick Elle and her things up when I backed out. I called Elle as soon as I got back to the fraternity. All she wanted to talk about was how nice she was. I didn’t have much in the way of coins for the phone so couldn’t talk all that long. The one important thing she had to say was that everything was going great. Even though her Easter break was to start on the upcoming Friday (Good Friday) she did ask if I could come down to see her the next day (Monday). I was more than willing, not having seen her in over two weeks.
The trip was only 10 minutes longer than it had been before and with a nice day and no traffic I was there in no time at all. I picked both her and her roommate up at their school. She introduced me to Barbara Ann and as I looked at her, with the exception of horn rimmed glasses, I saw almost a mirror image of Elle. Same height, same body, same color hair. She seemed very nice in the few minutes it took to get to the house. Elle never had to say a word to her as she got out of the car and left us alone as soon as the car stopped.
We sat in the car for I don’t know how long. I couldn’t remember Elle being that “chatty”. She was all over the place... Miss Bea to Barbara Ann to the school and back again. I couldn’t keep up. She and Barbara Ann “loved” Miss Bea. She said she was just “too nice”. She had two bedrooms and it was up to the girls to decide if they wanted to each have their own or to share a room. They had free run of the kitchen and could take incoming calls right up to 10pm. Basically, the house was there to be used. Then she told me that Miss Bea was doing the cooking, at least for suppers. I remember the smile on her face as Elle told about her own first attempt. Barbara Ann didn’t fare much better so Miss Bea stepped in to rescue them.
On Barbara Ann she said she liked her “a lot” but in spite of her looking somewhat like Elle, she definitely “was different”. They elected to have their own rooms and Elle said she was glad she decided to do that. Barbara Anne was engaged, just like we were, and her fiance, Brad, was doing graduate work in the small city about 30 miles to the South. She’d chosen to teach in this town for the same reason Elle had... to be close to her boyfriend. She came from a small town, just like Elle, and was more comfortable with the small size of the school rather than one in an urban or city enviornment.
As I’d written before, the school was almost a mirror image of the school in our home town. Elle really liked the teacher who was her mentor because she was actually letting her “teach”, unlike the previous mentor who she said “hovered” over her. Elle was really excited over the fact that she was going to be able to write the actual lesson plans for the week that followed the Easter break.
A knock on the window made both of us jump. It was Miss Bea telling us that supper was on the table. I couldn’t believe it when she motioned for me to come in as well. As it turned out, I was pretty much the dinner table conversation. Miss Bea and Barbara Ann sure had a lot of questions for me. I felt like I was on the witness stand. But I learned more about Miss Bea as well. To help fill her week she volunteered at the hospital in the town that Elle last taught in. Her usual days were Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and half a day on Sunday. She was active in her church which just happened to be the same denomination as Elle and I. Because of that I could see that she was expecting us to attend.
I quickly learned that she had bartered a “deal“ with the girls. After discovering their ineptness in the kitchen, Miss Bea was willing to help them out if they were willing to help her out. They were to do the general light housekeeping and all the laundry in exchange for her doing the cooking and paying for 1/3 of the grocery bill. In the eyes of the girls this was more than a fair ”deal“. It was also expected that they would wash the dishes on the nights that Miss Bea cooked. So, when we were finished eating I ended up in kitchen drying the dishes. It was like old times for Elle and I. I asked about watching TV and, other than a few favorites for Miss Bea, it was up to the girls what they watched. Since it was my first time there and a school night to boot, I couldn’t think of a reason why Elle and I would leave even though I really wanted to have some personal time with her. It had been a long time since we’d really been together, alone. So, we ended up watching some TV and I finally left to go back to my campus around 9pm. On the trip back all I could think about was the upcoming weekend.
I debated with myself about going back after my classes that Friday. Elle had the day off as it was Good Friday but she had told me that she’d promised to help Miss Bea at her church but she didn’t know for how long. Barbara Ann’s boyfriend was picking her up Thursday night so Elle was going to be alone. But, not knowing that much about Miss Bea and what kind of oversight she was exerting over the girls I decided to wait until Saturday. It was a good move. Saturday was one of the days Miss Bea volunteered at the hospital and by the time I arrived she was gone. To me, that was GREAT news! But I got too enthusiastic, too soon.
To be continued...
The decision Elle made to live with Miss Bea was wonderful in just about every way. As strict and unreasonable as her previous landlady had been, Miss Bea was 180 degrees the opposite. It started with her willingness to go pick Elle and her things up when I backed out. I called Elle as soon as I got back to the fraternity. All she wanted to talk about was how nice she was. I didn’t have much in the way of coins for the phone so couldn’t talk all that long. The one important thing she had to say was that everything was going great. Even though her Easter break was to start on the upcoming Friday (Good Friday) she did ask if I could come down to see her the next day (Monday). I was more than willing, not having seen her in over two weeks.
The trip was only 10 minutes longer than it had been before and with a nice day and no traffic I was there in no time at all. I picked both her and her roommate up at their school. She introduced me to Barbara Ann and as I looked at her, with the exception of horn rimmed glasses, I saw almost a mirror image of Elle. Same height, same body, same color hair. She seemed very nice in the few minutes it took to get to the house. Elle never had to say a word to her as she got out of the car and left us alone as soon as the car stopped.
We sat in the car for I don’t know how long. I couldn’t remember Elle being that “chatty”. She was all over the place... Miss Bea to Barbara Ann to the school and back again. I couldn’t keep up. She and Barbara Ann “loved” Miss Bea. She said she was just “too nice”. She had two bedrooms and it was up to the girls to decide if they wanted to each have their own or to share a room. They had free run of the kitchen and could take incoming calls right up to 10pm. Basically, the house was there to be used. Then she told me that Miss Bea was doing the cooking, at least for suppers. I remember the smile on her face as Elle told about her own first attempt. Barbara Ann didn’t fare much better so Miss Bea stepped in to rescue them.
On Barbara Ann she said she liked her “a lot” but in spite of her looking somewhat like Elle, she definitely “was different”. They elected to have their own rooms and Elle said she was glad she decided to do that. Barbara Anne was engaged, just like we were, and her fiance, Brad, was doing graduate work in the small city about 30 miles to the South. She’d chosen to teach in this town for the same reason Elle had... to be close to her boyfriend. She came from a small town, just like Elle, and was more comfortable with the small size of the school rather than one in an urban or city enviornment.
As I’d written before, the school was almost a mirror image of the school in our home town. Elle really liked the teacher who was her mentor because she was actually letting her “teach”, unlike the previous mentor who she said “hovered” over her. Elle was really excited over the fact that she was going to be able to write the actual lesson plans for the week that followed the Easter break.
A knock on the window made both of us jump. It was Miss Bea telling us that supper was on the table. I couldn’t believe it when she motioned for me to come in as well. As it turned out, I was pretty much the dinner table conversation. Miss Bea and Barbara Ann sure had a lot of questions for me. I felt like I was on the witness stand. But I learned more about Miss Bea as well. To help fill her week she volunteered at the hospital in the town that Elle last taught in. Her usual days were Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and half a day on Sunday. She was active in her church which just happened to be the same denomination as Elle and I. Because of that I could see that she was expecting us to attend.
I quickly learned that she had bartered a “deal“ with the girls. After discovering their ineptness in the kitchen, Miss Bea was willing to help them out if they were willing to help her out. They were to do the general light housekeeping and all the laundry in exchange for her doing the cooking and paying for 1/3 of the grocery bill. In the eyes of the girls this was more than a fair ”deal“. It was also expected that they would wash the dishes on the nights that Miss Bea cooked. So, when we were finished eating I ended up in kitchen drying the dishes. It was like old times for Elle and I. I asked about watching TV and, other than a few favorites for Miss Bea, it was up to the girls what they watched. Since it was my first time there and a school night to boot, I couldn’t think of a reason why Elle and I would leave even though I really wanted to have some personal time with her. It had been a long time since we’d really been together, alone. So, we ended up watching some TV and I finally left to go back to my campus around 9pm. On the trip back all I could think about was the upcoming weekend.
I debated with myself about going back after my classes that Friday. Elle had the day off as it was Good Friday but she had told me that she’d promised to help Miss Bea at her church but she didn’t know for how long. Barbara Ann’s boyfriend was picking her up Thursday night so Elle was going to be alone. But, not knowing that much about Miss Bea and what kind of oversight she was exerting over the girls I decided to wait until Saturday. It was a good move. Saturday was one of the days Miss Bea volunteered at the hospital and by the time I arrived she was gone. To me, that was GREAT news! But I got too enthusiastic, too soon.
To be continued...
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
A NEW YEAR... waiting for Spring (Part 41h)
When I started out there was probably 5 inches of new snow on the ground. The problem on the road was that there was no place for the newly plowed snow to go. In some places there was only one lane because of that. I was, rightfully so, worried about the area of the big drift. There was wind but nowhere near as much as the week before. But what wind there was was blowing snow into the road where they had made the “open tunnel”. There was enough snow falling that the light from the headlights was diffused so that I really couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of me. When I hit that spot I thought I was in trouble. Again, I bulled my way through and thought I had it made. Not so. I was almost back to the campus when I came upon an accident. Luckily I saw it and was able to turn the steering wheel to the left to miss it. But, I ended up buried into the plowed snow on the side of the road.
The snow was so packed into the grill of the car and up into the motor that I couldn’t get it started after it had stalled. I had to climb out a window because the snow was so tightly packed that I couldn’t open the door. No one was hurt in the accident but it was so cold none of us could stay with the cars. The others weren’t college students and had no idea of where they really were. We were only a few hundred yards from the school infirmary so, through the blowing snow I led them there.
I was in the best shape. Two of the other three had the beginnings of frostbite. The staff took us in and, even though I identified myself as a student and said it wasn’t all that far to my living quarters, they insisted that we all spend the rest of the night. In the morning the final tally was 12 inches of new snow on top of the 17 from the previous week. After getting a bite to eat we all headed back to our cars. The State Police had been there as all our cars had been tagged. The problem turned out that there was only one place in town with a tow truck. Because the other two cars were actually out in the road they got moved. Because I was off the road it stayed there... until Tuesday.
It turned out to be almost a repeat of the previous week as far as classes were concerned. No classes on Monday and liberal leave for Tuesday. Other than for getting my car out of the snow bank (and running again) I actually put my time into my studies. Mid semester exams followed by Spring break was rapidly approaching. I knew I had to get my grades up and with no money to party, studying seemed like the smart thing to do.
The Spring break turned out to be a bit of a problem though. I’d committed to going to North Carolina to work with the horses and this year was going to drive to get there. My exam schedule had me finishing up on Thursday. Elle was to finish up the first half of her teaching assignment on that Friday and she’d wanted me to move her and her things to Miss Bea’s. To get some extra money I’d put a notice up on the bulletin board asking for riders headed South. I got two from within the fraternity and the guys were also finished on Thursday. Originally I’d told Elle I’d get her moved on Friday after her last class. The problem was that one of my riders needed to be home on Friday. Telling Elle that I wouldn’t be able to do it wasn’t easy. But her new landlady jumped in and offered to do it so I was somewhat off the hook.
Even though Elle’s college had their Spring break at the same time as my school, Elle, working as a (practice) teacher had to go by the schedule of the school that she was assigned to. That meant she’d only get time off at Easter which was the week I’d be back. I felt bad about not moving her but I was looking forward to making it up to her when she had her break.
The time with the horses was great. But, when I was done with work each day it was pretty boring. Again, there was no one my age, male or female, at the hotel where I stayed with my grandparents. I did get a lot of sleep though. When I left to return to school my grandfather gave me some extra money when I left on top of what I got paid for the week. Then, when I stopped to pick up the my first rider for the trip back he had a friend who attended a college that was on our way so that was even more money in my pocket. Now that Spring was here it seemed like things were really looking up.
To be continued...
When I started out there was probably 5 inches of new snow on the ground. The problem on the road was that there was no place for the newly plowed snow to go. In some places there was only one lane because of that. I was, rightfully so, worried about the area of the big drift. There was wind but nowhere near as much as the week before. But what wind there was was blowing snow into the road where they had made the “open tunnel”. There was enough snow falling that the light from the headlights was diffused so that I really couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of me. When I hit that spot I thought I was in trouble. Again, I bulled my way through and thought I had it made. Not so. I was almost back to the campus when I came upon an accident. Luckily I saw it and was able to turn the steering wheel to the left to miss it. But, I ended up buried into the plowed snow on the side of the road.
The snow was so packed into the grill of the car and up into the motor that I couldn’t get it started after it had stalled. I had to climb out a window because the snow was so tightly packed that I couldn’t open the door. No one was hurt in the accident but it was so cold none of us could stay with the cars. The others weren’t college students and had no idea of where they really were. We were only a few hundred yards from the school infirmary so, through the blowing snow I led them there.
I was in the best shape. Two of the other three had the beginnings of frostbite. The staff took us in and, even though I identified myself as a student and said it wasn’t all that far to my living quarters, they insisted that we all spend the rest of the night. In the morning the final tally was 12 inches of new snow on top of the 17 from the previous week. After getting a bite to eat we all headed back to our cars. The State Police had been there as all our cars had been tagged. The problem turned out that there was only one place in town with a tow truck. Because the other two cars were actually out in the road they got moved. Because I was off the road it stayed there... until Tuesday.
It turned out to be almost a repeat of the previous week as far as classes were concerned. No classes on Monday and liberal leave for Tuesday. Other than for getting my car out of the snow bank (and running again) I actually put my time into my studies. Mid semester exams followed by Spring break was rapidly approaching. I knew I had to get my grades up and with no money to party, studying seemed like the smart thing to do.
The Spring break turned out to be a bit of a problem though. I’d committed to going to North Carolina to work with the horses and this year was going to drive to get there. My exam schedule had me finishing up on Thursday. Elle was to finish up the first half of her teaching assignment on that Friday and she’d wanted me to move her and her things to Miss Bea’s. To get some extra money I’d put a notice up on the bulletin board asking for riders headed South. I got two from within the fraternity and the guys were also finished on Thursday. Originally I’d told Elle I’d get her moved on Friday after her last class. The problem was that one of my riders needed to be home on Friday. Telling Elle that I wouldn’t be able to do it wasn’t easy. But her new landlady jumped in and offered to do it so I was somewhat off the hook.
Even though Elle’s college had their Spring break at the same time as my school, Elle, working as a (practice) teacher had to go by the schedule of the school that she was assigned to. That meant she’d only get time off at Easter which was the week I’d be back. I felt bad about not moving her but I was looking forward to making it up to her when she had her break.
The time with the horses was great. But, when I was done with work each day it was pretty boring. Again, there was no one my age, male or female, at the hotel where I stayed with my grandparents. I did get a lot of sleep though. When I left to return to school my grandfather gave me some extra money when I left on top of what I got paid for the week. Then, when I stopped to pick up the my first rider for the trip back he had a friend who attended a college that was on our way so that was even more money in my pocket. Now that Spring was here it seemed like things were really looking up.
To be continued...
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