A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Settling in (Part 45c)

My first class was at 8am and I’d promised that I’d be back in time to pick Van up and bring him to the campus. It’d taken me about an hour and a half to get home on Friday so I just added another 15 minutes for my trip back. I left home just after 6am and by the time I reached Van’s house it was after 8:30am. By the time I got to class it was over. The traffic had been just unbelievable. I quickly changed my mind about daily commuting.

Rose and I had worked out a schedule for meeting both before and after class. Before class we’d go over what we’d read and how we interpreted it. The meeting afterwards was more to just chat. I learned that she was an only child and, like me, had attended boarding school. She was going to be a Junior at a women’s college located in the city. She was taking Summer courses just to pass time. She said she had no idea what she wanted to do after graduating so was still ”exploring“. When I first met her I got the distinct impression that she was disappointed that her partner was a male. By the second week she admitted that I’d been right but that she was happy now. She’d never really dated and all of her current friends were females so there had been some apprehension. At first she was ”standoffish“ but by the second week that was gone. As I mentioned, there were no really attractive girls in the class. If you were walking down the street and a group of people approached, including Rose, you probably wouldn’t have noticed her except for her height. She had shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was well tanned and, for at least the first two weeks, wore Summer dresses. Most of the other girls wore bermuda’s. Unfortunately for me they were mostly print therefore muting any VPL’s.

There was a treed memorial court not far from the main campus. Rose suggested that we go there for our after class meetings to take advantage of the shade as well as to get any breeze that might blow past. There were three cement benches that proved to be quite uncomfortable after sitting on them a while. It was Rose who made the move to the grass under the trees. For the first few meetings she was very demure, carefully folding the hem of her dress under her. It was during the second week that I got an unexpected ”present”. I don’t remember what we were discussing but I remember that she was looking at me when we both heard her named called. There were people walking by on the main path and even though I was looking in that direction I couldn’t tell who it was that called out. Rose twisted around to see who it was and when she recognized this one girl she sort of jumped right up forgetting about her modesty. She first pulled her legs out from underneath her and placed both feet flat on the ground in front of her. When she did I got a great view of her panties. She saw exactly where I was looking. She put her hands out in front of her sort of asking for me to give her a pull to get her started so she could stand up. My eyes never wavered from the target. Once up and on her feet she rushed off to go to the girl who had called out to her.

It’d probably taken less than 10 seconds but as I sat there replaying what I’d just seen in my mind I had a whole new perspective towards our relationship. Truthfully, I’d only looked at her as a means to an end... my getting at least a B in the course. As I said, she definitely knew that I was looking at her panties. I was surprised that she’d made no effort to cover herself. It was almost time for my next class by the time she returned. I was somewhat embarrassed, knowing that she’d caught me “peeking”, but she didn’t say anything about it at all.

The next day, when we went to our meeting place, she surprised me as she sat down on the grass. In my mind she was deliberately giving me a “free show” in that she made no effort to cover herself up as she settled in. Again, she caught me looking and I know I blushed beet red. She didn’t say anything about it and we got on about the play and our assignment. When it was time to go she pretty much reprised the day before by putting her hands out for me to give her a start upwards. Her feet were spread about a foot apart with her knees up under her chin. As she rose the hem of her dress fell downwards into her lap. I could feel the bulge growing but my eyes never wavered. We parted with her saying that we’d meet again the next day. I couldn’t wait!

I know I haven’t mentioned anything about my grandfather’s horses racing. I did go to see them when they raced. The first two times I went I was very disappointed with the way Benny, the driver, raced them. In my mind I felt I could’ve done a better job even though I didn’t have my license yet. Van’s parents were very interested in the fact that I’d chosen such an off beat career path and had pushed me to take them to the races to see what it was all about. As I remember it they were impressed. At the same time my mother was pushing them to come and spend a weekend. They kept saying they would but couldn’t set a date. I was hoping against hope that they wouldn’t because it would mean I’d have to give up my “private time” with Elle whenever they did.

To be continued...