SUMMER... and a whole new life (Part 33i)

Pat never said a word on the rest of the way to the track. I can’t say she was ready to cry or anything like that but she was clearly upset. I told her to look me up in the paddock later on and she nodded and she took her cameras out of the car. Long story short... she didn’t, and that upset me. I’d seen her but she never came my way. One of the horses I took care of was racing that night and by the time I had him put away it was way late. I drove up to the grandstand where her office was located and found the door locked. I wasn’t about to go to her rooming house at that hour so made a vow to track her down the next afternoon.

It was after 2pm when I finally got free. On a hunch, I stopped at the garage and found out that she’d decided to put in a used motor. Personally, I thought that was a mistake because there was no guarantee on it. From there I headed for her room. No luck there either. I was puzzled but didn’t know what to do. It was a Friday night and we (AJ’s stable) had multiple horses racing that night. That meant I’d be especially busy and, again, was unable to connect with Pat. Now I was really upset.

Saturday night was to be Pat’s last night as track photographer with her father returning on Monday night (Labor day). I, again, missed Pat in the paddock but, was able to get the OK from my boss, AJ, to make a quick trip over to the grandstands. Before the first race she would always go to the winners circle to make sure all the “props” were in place for her pictures. I was sure I could catch her there and I was right. She was clearly embarrassed and made all the typical excuses for not catching up with me. When I had to get back to the paddock I still didn’t know why she’d chosen to avoid me but did elicit a promise that I could drive her to her room when she finished up that night.

The owners of one of the horse AJ was racing that night were visiting and I had to escort them down to the stables after the races so they could visit with their horse. I was praying that they wouldn’t “dilly dally” and I could be waiting for Pat when she was done. They say that timing is everything in life and as I drove up, she walked across the parking lot.

The one thing I didn’t want was some sort of tearful good bye. Another thing I didn’t want was for her to come on to me again. I’d stayed away from her office after the races all that time for just that reason. But what I did want was to find out what was going on... about the car... when she was leaving and how I could reach her during the Winter.

It went fairly well, at least as far as the first two things were concerned. The car would be done on Tuesday and, although she’d be rushed, would make it back for the opening of classes. That meant she’d be around for a few more days. I don’t know why but I was sort of glad.

There was a local tavern that was owned by a former trainer/driver where most of the people affiliated with the track patronized. He’d started a tradition a few years prior in hosting a “picnic” for the horsemen at his farm on the Sunday before Labor day. There was a “donation” expected that was used to help out horsemen that had gotten hurt while racing. Pat had not expected to be able to attend and I had not felt that I was considered a full fledged “horseman” yet so had no plans to attend. But now that Pat was going to be available she decided to ask me to go with her because it would benefit a good cause. She had to plead and I was unable to resist. She was clearly happy when I finally gave in.

The “picnic” started at noon. We didn’t arrive until early afternoon because of my “chores”. It was clearly obvious that some of the attendees had consumed a fair amount of alcohol. I’d not had but a few beers all Summer and when one was thrust into my hand I didn’t refuse it. It wasn’t long before Pat and I’d consumed at least three... and without any food. I knew I felt it. Pat had noticed a small pond down a hill and suggested that we get something to eat and walk down there. Walk is probably the wrong word. Neither of us fell but our path was anything but straight. There were three sickly looking trees that offered a modicum of shade and we settled there. Of course, we also brought another beer to go with the sandwiches we’d taken with us.

I really have no memory of what we talked about (that’s what 3+ beers do). But I do remember seeing this very small double ended boat at the edge of the pond. The pond itself was maybe 1000 feet by 600 feet in the shape of an egg. I asked Pat if she wanted to go for a ride and, feeling little pain, she said yes. She was wearing the same dress that she’d worn that day we’d gone to the lake earlier in the Summer. Getting her into this thing was worthy of a YouTube video but somehow she made it to the back seat without falling into the water. When I said the boat was small I wasn’t kidding. Even though there were two seats, one on each end, there was hardly enough room for us to put our legs and feet. Because I was over six feet tall I needed to put my legs and feet straight out and between her legs. To do that she had to spread them and ended up with her feet on the bottom of the boat and her knees almost as high up as her breasts. You know what that gave me... I couldn’t have scripted it better. The only negative was that I was fairly drunk and really don’t remember much of it. In any case, the only thing we had to move the boat with was a dead branch from one of the trees. Every time I tried to push off with it the boat rocked and Pat would let out a little squeal... very reminiscent of Joanne and our sailing "adventure". We got about 50 feet from shore and were actually moving right along when we came to a sudden stop. Pat, who was holding on to the sides, “flipped” up and almost out of the boat. Why she didn’t end up in the water I don’t know but her left leg was resting on the side of the boat and the hem of her dress was up in her lap. An even better view! We’d hit a rock that was just beneath the surface. I wanted to go on but Pat wanted land, and fast.

To be continued...

SUMMER... and a whole new life (part 33h)

When I got back from my trip home everything pretty much went back to the way things were before I left. Pat would meet me in the paddock and we’d talk and joke around. The one thing I didn’t do though was to go up to her office after the races. I made excuse after excuse to avoid it. I took some pretty good ribbing from her about it though.

August was coming to a quick end when I heard my name over the loudspeakers in the barn area. I was in the middle of washing one of my horses and had to wait until I was finished to be able to respond to it. Pat had called and left a message that something was wrong with her car and she was stuck in the next town to the West of the racetrack. (I’d told her about my race cars so she immediately thought of me.) I called the number she’d left but she was no longer there. As soon as I could get free I drove to where she’d left the car. I went into the store she’d been at and the owner had the key. I went out and started it up and it sounded like a cement mixer. There was no doubt in my mind that this was not a minor problem. As I sat in the car trying to decide what to do I noticed a pile of clothes in the back seat. I could see the store owner standing in the doorway looking at me so there was no chance to go exploring, at least right then and there.

Right outside the gate at the racetrack was a service garage. I’d had some work done on my car so knew they had a tow truck. I got the phone number for them and gave a call. I didn’t know the phone number for the house where Pat lived so couldn’t call her to see if it was OK to tow it but figured there wasn’t any other choice. I thought it would be a good idea to put her clothes in my car before they picked it up just to be sure she got them... and also give me an opportunity to ”inspect“ them.

And inspect them I did. As soon as her car was picked up I drove to an empty gas station and pulled in. When Pat had folded the clothes it was obvious that she hadn’t sorted them first. There was no rhyme or reason to what I was finding as I made my way through the pile. It was made up mostly of khaki pants and white sleeveless blouses, or, what constituted her ”uniform. The dress that she’d worn that day at the lake was also there. I was somewhat disappointed in that I only found three panties. but they did get a thorough “inspection”.

All three were made by Kayser and were size 6. That made sense since Elle wore a size 5 and had a smaller frame. They all had a fairly large crotch both from front to back but also side to side. They had a tunnel elastic waistband which meant they were well made. One of the three was pale pink and I figured that they were the ones she’d also worn that day at the lake. One pair was really fancy with lace around the leg openings. It surprised me because, other than that one day at the lake, I’d never seen any femininity about Pat. Not that she looked like a boy but she just didn’t go out of her way to look feminine. As I looked at the panties I tried visualizing her wearing them with her hair down. I knew I would have liked to have seen it in real life!.

I collected some other details about her as well. Her bra size was a 36B and the pants were a size 12. I knew that Elle wore size 10 pants and wore a 34B bra. As I started driving back to the track I kept comparing the two girls and their sizes. It made me want to see Elle again and I knew it was less that two weeks until I did.

I had to go past the house where Pat roomed and pulled in hoping that she would be there. Pat had said that the lady who owned the house had three families staying there and, as I stopped I saw a lady with two little children. I asked if she knew Pat and was directed to the second floor and the room in the front of the house. I took the laundry and went upstairs. When I knocked, sure enough, Pat answered. It was a large room with a bed, desk, rocking chair, a chest of drawers and a bureau with a large mirror. I also saw a table that held a toaster oven and a hot plate. The only thing she didn’t have was running water. I brought her up to date on the car and, as could be expected, she was quite upset. She asked what I thought was wrong with it and, trying not to be pessimistic, I told her that it could be any number of things. I noticed that it was almost time for me to be back to the barn for feeding time and I asked her if she wanted a ride. Even though it was a bit early for her she took me up on it. It seemed like she was in a trance. She was wearing shorts and, almost without thinking, she grabbed a pair of kakhi’s from the top of the pile of laundry and proceeded to step out of her shorts and into the trousers. It was like I wasn’t there. I got a decent look but really couldn’t appreciate it. (6).

Since we had to go right by the garage where her car had been towed I stopped so she could find out how bad the damage was. Vet, the owner, (I never did find out what his real name was) came out and, almost cruelly, asked Pat why she ran the car without oil. I’m sure Pat had no idea what he was talking about. When she didn’t answer he told her that the motor was ruined. I heard her let out a little cry when she heard it. Vet didn’t let up on her at all and asked, almost demanded, what she wanted to do. Pat was speechless. I butted in and asked what the options were. Knowing a little bit about motors from my racecar I knew it wouldn’t be cheap. I had no idea what Pat made in the way of money but, based upon the fact that I’d invested about $300 to buy my car (and I knew it was worth more) I was shocked when told it would cost about that same amount. But Vet didn’t stop there. He said he could probably find a motor from a junk yard and install it for between $200 and $250 and it would be ready Tuesday afternoon. I knew Pat was supposed to leave on Sunday because she had to start classes on Wednesday and, without the car she couldn’t. do it. I, immediately, felt sorry for her and wished there was something I could do.

To be continued...

SUMMER... and a whole new life (PART 33g)

I went out of my way to avoid Pat in the paddock the next few nights. It was almost like a game of hide and seek. I made it to Sunday without having to meet up with her and had calmed down quite a bit. I knew I still didn’t want to meet up with her face to face so was a bit upset when I saw her red convertible come to the barn by my tack room. I had no way to escape. I was sitting on one of the canvas chairs we kept around for the owners to sit in when they visited when she pulled up. When she got out I was probably holding my breath. The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing a flowered Summer dress and had her hair down. She, for the first time since I’d first met her, looked feminine... and somewhat attractive. In spite of that I was really apprehensive as she walked up. She had a smile on her face and proceeded to ask if I wanted to do some ”exploring“. I really didn’t want to be alone with her and, at the same time, was ready to do something different. I asked her what she meant and she said she knew there was a fairly large lake nearby and that she was going to go check it out. She said she thought I might like to go along since I’d mentioned to her that I missed seeing ”the water“ this Summer. She wasn’t ”pushy“ and that helped me decide to join her.

By the time we found the public access it had taken a half hour. We found a fairly large beach area along with a series of carts that sold hot dogs, sodas and the like. There were also two ramps for the public to launch their boats. I’d guess that there were maybe 200 to 250 or so people spread over the beach area. As we walked past the hot dog stand Pat ended up buying two and giving me one. When she gave it to me she also apologized for the kiss from a few days prior. I think I just blushed. A little further on I bought popsicles.

We walked to the north end of the beach where there were relatively few people. Pat kicked off her shoes and started walking along the water’s edge. I stayed on shore and walked along with her. When we got to the end she came back out and we walked up the beach to a shaded area and sat down. It had been all small talk up to then. We were sitting somewhat side by side and she ooched around so that she was facing me. At this point I didn’t know what to expect.

She started talking and I just sat there and listened. I basically got her life history and it was pretty difficult. Her mother had died from complications of another pregnancy and she’d been raised by her father. He’d become very angry following her mother’s death and had made her life very difficult. That somewhat explained why I found her father so unfriendly. In any case, even though she was old enough to go out on her own she felt that, in memory of her mother, she just couldn’t go off and leave her father alone.

I’m guessing, but it probably took her almost an hour to go through her whole story. I didn’t know what to say so i said nothing and just let her talk. What was interesting was that, as she talked, she changed position many times, all the while sitting. That gave me a couple a really good upskirt views. They were quick peeks, for sure but I found out they were a pale pink. I was sure she caught me looking a couple of times but she never stopped talking. When she did she said she wanted to go back and walk in the water. She implored me to join her and, reluctantly, I did. I hated having sand in my boots and I knew that I’d never get all the sand off my bare feet.

As you’ve probably gathered, I have a tendency to get ”involved“ in other peoples (especially if they’re female) problems. After listening to her tale I did feel somewhat sorry for her... always doing what her father wanted her to do. This Summer was the first time she’d been off on her own without her father looking over her shoulder... but he wasn’t all that far away and she still felt his presence. As we headed back to her car she reached out for my hand. The first time she touched me I just thought it was an accident. But she made it clear that next time that she wanted me to hold it. I remember trying to pull away and having her look at me with a pleading in her eyes. I relented and we walked the rest of the way hand in hand.

When we got to the car we had to try to get the sand off our feet. Pat sat on the passenger side seat and pulled one leg up onto it so she could get the sand from between her toes. I was sitting on the ground right by the door doing mine and when I looked up I had a fantastic upskirt. As close as I was and as light as it was there was no doubt that they were nylon and a very pale pink. When she changed legs so as to do the other foot I got another whole perspective. That made the whole trip worth it.

I had another hard time getting to sleep that night. Even though nothing had happened that afternoon I still felt guilty. All I could think of was Elle and by morning I’d decided that I had to get home to see her. I fabricated some story about having to go home to sign some legal papers and told my boss, AJ, that I’d only be gone Saturday and Sunday. (It was true but there was no deadline to get them signed) As far as work went, it was a good weekend to go. AJ had turned a couple of horses out to pasture and was going to let one of the grooms go. Since I wasn’t going to get paid while I was away he could use that money to pay him to take care of my horses. I’ll go over my trip home when I get to the part about Elle.

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SUMMER... and a whole new life (Part 33f)

After that Pat made a point of looking for me in the paddock every night before she assumed her duties. She was very easy to talk to. I have no idea how long it was after that night in her office before I went back. I do remember that I was in the Clubhouse for the last race and didn’t have to go back to the barn that night. I saw her take the winner’s circle picture and decided I go down and try to catch up with her. She was just about to go up the stairs to her office when I did. It was basically the same sort of night as the last time. I was perspiring just sitting watching the last race and by the time I’d run after her my shirt was almost completely wet. As we climbed the stairs I could just barely make out a VPL but what I noticed was that the back of her blouse was wet as was the waistband of her khaki’s. The air inside the office was dead and combined with the chemicals from the darkroom it was hard to breathe. I remember coughing. Pat told me to wait there for a minute as she went into the dark room. When she returned she said she’d opened the windows and turned on the fan. I wish I could remember the small talk as we stood there but I do remember her saying that it probably wasn’t a good night to have a visitor. I asked her why and she said because it was so uncomfortable up there. We’d talked enough when we were in the paddock all those nights to be able to make small jokes with each other. She liked to tease with “asides”. That was a trait she probably picked up from her father only her father’s comments “bit” and sometimes hurt. In any case I made an aside back to her along the lines of ”I know... you just want to get rid of me so you can take off your clothes.“ I’m sure she laughed... she usually did whenever I tried to get back at her. After trading some barbs (non biting) she challenged me. I heard her but I honestly didn’t believe her. ”I will... if you will.“ I do remember standing there, looking at her. I think she said ”I’m waiting...“ and I do remember her standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. A challenge, if I ever heard one!

However, I wasn’t looking for a challenge. I was being a ”smart ass“, trying to be as quick and clever as she was. But she wouldn’t let up. She called me some names that I can’t really remember insinuating that I was ”chicken“ to do it. I finally started unbuttoning my shirt and as soon as I did she started on hers. I was about halfway done when I looked over at her and she was pulling her blouse off her arms. In spite of seeing her bra encased breasts I didn’t even have the start of a bulge. The whole situation, happening so quickly and unexpectedly, really had me reeling. Yes, I’d seen Elle and M J (many years before) undress but those situations were conducive to a bulge. For sure, I was uncomfortable. I had no sexual interest in Pat and I was, in my mind, totally committed to Elle. I really didn’t know what to do.

When I got my shirt off I hesitated. She stood there saying something like ”Don’t stop now!“. Once I had my belt undone she challenged me to a race in getting our pants off. There’s one thing I’ve never shied away from and that’s a race, of any kind. She won but only because I got my heel caught when pulling my foot out of a pants leg. Now we were standing there in only our underwear about three feet apart. I’m going to say I was somewhat embarrassed. I just didn’t know her that well to be at ease. I’ll also admit that I was unexperienced in dealing with females, especially ones who had ”lived a bit“, if you know what I mean.

I shouldn’t have worried. She opened the dark room door and ushered me inside and started in on her work. There were two windows and a fan in one. Just having the air moving past me made me cooler. She explained all the steps that she was taking in the developing process and at the end I was actually helping her. My job was to take the developed pictures out of the solution and hanging them up to dry. We finished in less than an hour and when we went back to the the office, the light, as dim as it was, made me wince. The other thing was that it was noticeably warmer in there. As my eyes adjusted to the light I finally focused on Pat and her underwear. She was, as I’ve previously mentioned, a solidly built girl. Her breasts were small for a girl of her size but still ample and the bra she was wearing was nothing special. She had a waist but it wasn’t nearly as pronounced as Elle’s. Of course I was interested in her panties and as I focused on them I felt the start of a bulge. The light wasn’t good enough and I wasn’t close enough to be sure if they were nylon or cotton. She started putting her blouse on right away which gave me a few extra seconds to focus on her panties. I noted that she filled them out well as there were no puckers anywhere. Once she started to step into her pants I started getting dressed myself. I definitely felt more at ease at this point that I had since she offered up the ”challenge“.

She made sure everything was OK in both rooms and then we left. I was all set to walk back to the barn but she insisted on driving me. It was still quite warm and riding with the top down felt good. I don’t remember any conversation until we got to the barn. I expected to just say ”good night“ and to get out of the car but as I turned to get out she put her hand on my shoulder. The exact words she spoke are long gone but she basically told me that she didn’t give ”free lessons“ and that I owed her. I had no idea what she meant by that... I kid you not. It cleared me at about 20,000 feet. The hand on the shoulder went to my neck and she pulled me back to her and when my face was leaning back towards her she bent down and kissed me on the lips. I’d been warm from the ambient temperature but after that I was hot... perspiring profusely. I forced myself back to a sitting position and bolted out of the car. I don’t remember if I looked back at the car or not as I disappeared into the tack room. It was a long time before I fell asleep. I’d never had a female come on to me like that before and I just didn’t know what to think or what to do.

To be continued...

SUMMER... and a whole new life (Part 33e)

As I stated in the Prologue, I got a ”promotion“ after working for AJ for around five weeks. It was early in July, somewhere around the 4th, when something I hated to do became somewhat of a pleasure. I had mentioned that one of my chores was to interact with the track photographer, a person who didn’t like me. AJ had won a couple of races and the owners wanted pictures. I went to the office to pick them up, expecting the usual ”grief“ from ”Red“ but found the office door locked and a sign posted that someone would be there at 5pm. One of the horses in my care was racing that night in the first race so there was no way to do it that night. I thought that if I saw ”Red“ in the paddock I’d ask why the change in office hours. But I didn’t see him. What I did see was a red headed girl with a camera and a nap sack walking through the area. I asked someone who she was and was told it was Red’s daughter. She was striking!. Not just from the long red hair but the fact that she was about 5’10” tall. I was far too busy to go over and ask about the change in hours but hoped that she would be in the office when I did get there.

Her name was Patricia but she demanded to be called “Pat”. I did make it the following night and was pleased, in more that one way, to find out she was replacing her father for the rest of the Summer. I found out she was going to be a Senior at McGill University in Toronto in the Fall and wanted to become, like her father, a professional photographer. Talking with her I couldn’t help but notice her freckles. As big as she was they actually “softened” her look. There weren’t many girls that I knew that were as tall and big as she was. She definitely wasn’t fat. “Solid” would be a much better description as I noted that her shoulders were wider than mine. She did have a “figure”, although dressed as she was (a loose fitting plaid sleeveless top and khaki pants) it didn’t jump out at you. In the first 10 minutes with her I’d talked more than I had with her father in more than a dozen separate visits. I left the office feeling that she and I would get along well.

The track was located in a valley and sometimes when the weather got really hot and humid it would get to be almost unbearable. Pat had changed the hours that her office was open because of that. They didn’t have air conditioning and the morning sun beat on the outside wall of the office. If she opened up at 5pm, the sun would be around to the other side and the temperature inside would be 5 to 10 degrees cooler. She also liked to sleep in in the morning so felt that it was more productive to do her developing duties after the races. It was a few weeks later when, again, I’d had a horse in an early race and couldn’t get to her office before my evening duties started. She told me that when that happened I should just come by after the races were over. By the time I finished up my chores that night the lights around the track had been off for a while. Being tired, I debated with myself as weather I should walk all the way up there (about 10 minutes) when it was so hot. I think the reason I did it was that I pretty much knew that with the heat I wouldn’t get much sleep anyway if I did try to go to bed.

I knocked on the door but no one answered. I tried the door and it was open. There was a small lamp on over in the corner and a lit sign beside the door to the dark room that read, in red, “DO NOT ENTER”. I’d been there enough to know that was where the film was developed and the only light was some sort of purple that didn’t affect the film. I was about to turn around and leave when the door opened. I know she wasn’t expecting anyone... for two reasons. The first was the scream she let out when she saw me. The second was the fact that she was standing there, half in and half out of the room, in only her bra and panties. She immediately retreated into the room but almost as quickly stuck her head out again. I’d like to be able to say that I got a real eyeful... but I didn’t. Her scream scared me almost as much as my visage scared her. I don’t remember who spoke first. Maybe we both spoke at the same time. In any case, she asked me to hand her her clothes which were lying on a chair. I’m laughing as I write this because I think my hands were shaking when I did.

She explained that with all the humidity that night that she was very wet from perspiration and without clothes and with a fan on on the dark room she was moderately comfortable. I think I just smiled. She gave me a tour and showed me what she was doing. Truthfully, it was very interesting. I even asked somewhat intelligent questions. At least they were enough for her to ask if I wanted to come back some night and watch the whole process. I knew I did but, with the uncertainess of my schedule, I didn’t know when.

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SUMMER... and a whole new life (Part 33d)

It was easily a month until I saw Joanne and her family again. They had contacted me and invited me to attend the County Fair where Joanne was exhibiting not only her baking but also some cooked dishes. The only time I could go was on a Sunday which was also the last day of the Fair. Joanne’s sisters were also going. When I pulled into the yard I got an eyeful... of panties on the clothesline. I can only guess as to how many were up there but it had to be a dozen or more. There was nothing on the line but panties and bras. OH MY HEART!. Of course, the problem was that there was no way to get over to inspect them with everybody around. I wondered, to myself, why there were no other clothes hanging with them.

When the fair closed we all returned to the farm. The older girls wanted to change and ”get comfortable“ as soon as they arrived home. Joanne was directed to take in the wash. Now, if I were dating her I might have had at least a small reason to accompany her but I didn’t. It tore me up. The closest I got was opening the screen door to let her in. The pair on top was white nylon and a pale pink pair was right beneath it. So close and yet so far!

When the girls came downstairs Mrs. T. suggested that we go play horseshoes while she made something up for dinner. The older girls were wearing shorts and Joanne remained in her dress. The ”pit“ was along side the west or sunny side of the house.
It had been pleasantly warm all day and even though the sun was well on it’s way down, it remained that way. It was obvious that the older two, who were very good athletes, had plenty of experience in tossing horseshoes. It was Joanne and I against the two of them and it was no contest. I suggested that the older two go head to head and that Joanne and I would watch. Joanne sat down, leaning against a big tractor tire that had been painted white and had flowers in the middle. I chose to stand and, my decision paid off for me. Joanne had pulled her knees up to her chin and was resting it on them. A cat appeared and went right to Joanne. When she reached over to grab it she let one leg down, almost to the ground. With the setting sun shining on her I got what could’ve been considered a posed panty crotch picture. I was ”taken“ by the fullness of the crotch and immediately wondered who made the panties. I’d say I had a full 15 or so seconds of a straight on look. When she closed her legs she never looked my way so I was sure she didn’t catch me peeking. Her sisters were too involved in their competition to pay any attention. A very good memory, to say the least.

I had hoped to see more of Joanne during the Summer but circumstances were such that it didn’t happen. That didn’t mean that I didn’t think about her because, from time to time I did.

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SUMMER... and a whole new life (Part 33c)

As hard as it is to believe that I didn’t have any ”romantic“ or sexual interest in Joanne, I truly didn’t. I would have had the same ”bulge“ no matter what girl was in the same situation with me. My ”interest“ in Joanne was, as I’ve said before, one of feeling a bit sorry for her in that circumstances had denied her a chance for a somewhat normal life. Every time I saw her I’d try to build up her self esteem and try to get her to expand her horizons. On the farm she had no social contacts at all other than the few people who visited her parents. Even though she was acknowledged to be ”slow“, she was attractive and, when I got her to open up a bit, did have the ability to communicate. She'd also proved that, given enough time, she was capable of learning how to do things like cooking and baking. From time to time I’d think of her and wonder what I could do to help her. As we sat there on the tree I was torn as to what to say. I can’t deny that the thought of a female wetting herself was, in itself, ”exciting“ to me. But, in this situation, the last thing I wanted to do was to take advantage of her naivety and to ask her if she’d had this happen before. Of course, I knew it had as her mother had told me way back in the Fall. But I wanted to put her somewhat at ease. The only way I could think of was to tell her about Elle.

I only had a minute or so to decide what to say. I don’t think I’d ever mentioned Elle’s condition to anyone who didn’t know her. I think I might’ve even rationalized telling Joanne about her by thinking that she would probably never meet Elle. So I told her that my fiancee had experienced somewhat the same situation. Her head popped up immediately. I don’t remember the words she spoke but it was obvious that she wanted to hear more. I know I didn’t figure on that happening. Again, I have no recollection of just what I said but I do remember her hanging on the fact that, even with her ”problem“, Elle was going about living without it being a burden. I also remember her saying that she wanted to meet her. Again, not something I’d planned on when I offered the information up to her. I was pleased with her reaction but also worried about what she might say if she ever did meet Elle.

By then it was getting late and we were still a fair distance from the boat house. I could see the ripples of some air (wind) skipping across the lake so we set out again. At least this time Joanne didn’t squeal with every motion of the boat. We were almost to the dock when the biggest puff of wind we’d seen all day hit the sail. It wasn’t much but it sure scared Joanne so that she did let out a small scream. We were at the dock within a minute. I had her grab and hold onto the dock while I lowered the sail. She was kneeling on the bottom of the boat and leaning over the side to do it. This time I knew the wet spot wasn’t water from the boat.

Once ashore and the boat secured we started for my car. We were almost there when she stopped and sort of grabbed at my arm. I looked at her and as I did I heard her sort of whisper. She was, shyly, admitting that she’d gone some ”pee pee“ when she’d squealed the last time. I already knew it but I feigned ignorance. I didn’t want to embarrass myself or her. I remember her apologizing. I found something for her to sit on for the trip home. What I didn’t expect was for her to start talking about it. The voyeur in me wanted to hear as much as possible but, for some reason I was uncomfortable. I don’t know exactly what I said but the gist of it was I asked if she knew why it happened. I knew, from what her mother had told me, that she’d wet herself when she got upset. But this hadn’t been anything like the situations I’d known about where she'd experienced some sort of failure. She said she didn’t really know but that it wasn’t happening as much as it used to. Believe it or not, that made me happy to hear.

I hadn’t given the post office a forwarding address when I'd left school. My mail was still going to the house I'd lived at. It only took a few seconds to stop and retrieve it and among the items was the letter from the college with my grades. Not good! But it could’ve been worse. Four C’s and one D. The D was in my basic Economics course. I didn’t like the professor and he didn’t like me. We had to choose our major in that second semester and, although I had no idea what I’d do with a degree in Psychology, I chose that because I liked the Professors and instructors in that department. Common sense said to make Economics my minor but, because I’d taken a basic Education course and done well in it, I chose that as my minor instead. After all, Elle was studying to be a teacher. Possibly, it was my introduction to Psychology that was the reason I became so interested in Joanne. In any case, as I drove back to the track I couldn’t get my mind off of her. I was still convinced that there was something that could be done for her and people like her.

It was few days until I ran into Pete again. He asked how the sail went and, because I happened to have a few minutes I told him a bit about Joanne. I remember telling him how unfair it had been to her to be told she couldn’t continue with school because she’d been left back twice. I told him that not only was it a blow to her self esteem but also it denied her social interaction. By then I’d gotten this idea that there should be some sort of program for kids, like her, who wanted to continue to go to school but were being denied because of the State Education Department rules. Pete let me ramble on for a while and then told me that I needed to talk to Doctor F, the head of the Education department. I asked why and he told me he’d just recently sent out some publicity on a study that Dr. F had published that was related to what I’d just told him. I can’t say I was jumping for joy with that news. I thought it might be a little presumptuous for someone who had only taken one course and was only planning on minoring in Education to go talk to the head of the department with a suggestion. I told Pete that I’d think about it.

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SUMMER... and a whole new life (Part 33b)

Because it hadn’t been too long since I’d seen Joanne and had told her I’d take her sailing, that was something I thought about as I faced my first real day off. Sundays around the track were pretty laid back as there was no racing. You had your usual chores to do; muck out stalls, curry and clean up your horses, walk and ”grass“ them and, of course, water and feed them. After the noon time feeding you were basically free until 4:30pm at which time you had to clean the stalls and feed and water the horses. If you could ”trade“ a Sunday with another groom where he'd do your chores, you were free until 5:30am Monday morning. So, after two weeks of working steady, I was going to take some time for myself.

I’d contacted Mrs. T. a few days before to find out if it would be OK to stop by and possibly take Joanne sailing. She told me that Joanne hadn’t stopped talking about going sailing since I’d last seen her and had even gotten her mother to take her out to the lake that I sailed on while at school. My problem was that the college hosted the AMA (American Management Association) for their Summer continuing education programs and turned over all the recreational facilities to them. I couldn’t just show up at the boathouse and go sailing. Pete was the solution. Somehow he got me an AMA pass. I arrived at the farm around 2pm or so. Mrs. T. insisted on feeding me before we left so we got an even later start. One thing about lake sailing that I learned at school was the best wind was in the morning. Back home it was the exact opposite. We were in luck for as we got to the boat house we found a boat rigged and ready to go. Joanne was wearing Bermuda shorts and I remember thinking to myself, as she was climbing into the boat, that they were just a wee bit tight. The VPL was beautiful!. She, because she had no experience with boats, was somewhat shaken with the fact that the boat was ”tippy“. The boat was only 14 feet long and didn’t have any seats so the the preferred place to sit was on the deck. But, that made the boat more tippy so I told Joanne to sit inside the boat. By the time we left the dock she was almost ready to quit. I kept hearing squeals every time the boat would rock at all. There was enough wind to propel us out to the middle of the lake. It was a small lake to begin with so we weren’t all that far from shore but the look on the face of Joanne was one of pure fear. I tried calming her down and pretty much succeeded but she did ask to go ashore. It was not going well, at all.

By then the wind had dropped off to almost nothing. We didn’t have paddles or oars so there was nothing we could do but try to paddle with our hands. It was a beautiful, warm day and I was somewhat shocked when I touched the water that the temperature was still so cold. I paddled over one side and Joanne on the other. It was perfect for viewing her VPL... and more! There was a wet spot on her fanny. I’ll admit that I had a bulge growing. There was usually some water in the bottom of these boats from leakage so I pretty much attributed it to that. The effort of paddling seemed to calm her down even more and by the time we reached the ”island“ she was perfectly OK. The ”island“ wasn’t really and island but those who sailed there gave it that name. It became one when the water from the Spring thaw made its way to the lake. The water would rise to a point that cut this little nub of land off from the rest of the shore. It was always an annoyance when we were racing because we had to make sure we didn’t go aground. When we got to the point where I could see the bottom I told her it would be best to get out and walk the boat to shore. I got the boat as close as I could and she got up from inside the boat and sat on the deck. It was slippery and when she went to fling her legs up and over the side her whole body slipped and she slid into the water, fanny first. The water was maybe six inches deep at that point and I remember looking down at her sitting in about waist deep water. I expected her to be upset but she laughed. She sat there for almost a minute and when she got up she was wet from her waist down. I could see the outline of her panties through the wet material of her shorts. Hmmmmm... Very interesting, to say the least. She walked the boat ashore and it was another perfect vantage point for me. Her now wet VPL was a great sight!

I made sure the boat wouldn’t go anywhere and then joined her, sitting on an old felled tree. She had a impish look on her face when I sat down beside her. I asked her what was funny and she said she couldn’t tell me. I teased her about it a bit and then she said something I almost couldn’t believe. She said that she’d gotten wet on purpose. I think I gave her one of those ”You’ve got to be kidding!“ looks because the water was very, very cold. My toes had started to get numb from just the short time I was standing in it while securing the boat. So, naturally, I asked ”why“. And then she put her head down and almost in a whisper said it was because she had to go "pee pee." I honestly don’t know what my facial expression was at that moment. I do know I was glad she was looking down at the ground though.

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SUMMER... and a whole new life (Part 33a)

PROLOGUE: I’m going to try a explain, as simply as I can, what my almost daily life was like that Summer. This way, when I tell about the interesting (and topical) parts of my Summer it might make more sense.

I was working for my grandfather’s horse trainer, A.J. To start, I was to take care of two race horses. The title for the job was “groom”. In essence, I was a caretaker. My day was from 5:30 am to as late as 1:30am the next morning, depending on weather one of my horses raced in the last race of the night. A.J. had about 20 horses in his stable. The barns at the track had 24 stalls and four “tack” rooms which were used as sleeping quarters for the grooms. A.J. used “colored” help. (Remember, this was 1957) They ranged in age from 70+ down to 20 something and most had been with him for years. I decided right from the start that I was going to live right with them. A.J.’s long time employee, Ed, who was around 30 years old, took me under his wing. I lived in the same room with him, Pop (70+) and George (20 something). I don’t know why but it worked.

A daily routine was to start by feeding the horses around 5:30am Then I had to muck out my two stalls. If one of my horses was to be trained on that day I had to “jog” the other one about 3 miles slowly around the racetrack the “wrong way“, wash and clean him (or her) up. Then I’d prepare the other one for usually 4 trips at increasingly faster times around the track (the right way) at intervals of about 45 minutes apart. When that was done (around noon) I’d wash and ”cool out” the horse by giving him water and walking him slowly around the immediate barn area for about an hour. Then I had to curry his hair and massage and bandage his legs before feeding him his noon meal. Then I had to clean all the equipment up and put it away. It was usually around 2pm by the time I would finish. Next was to get lunch at the “cook house” and try to get a few minutes of sleep, especially if you had to go to the track with a horse that was racing that night. A horse in the first race meant you started getting ready around 4:30pm. If your horse was in the last race you would start around 7:30pm and be done around 1:30am only to start all over again 4 hours later.

If neither of your horses was racing you could be asked to go to the “paddock” (where the hoses are staged before they race) to help one of the other grooms. That was a good deal because the “helper” got paid and the other didn’t. I looked forward to being asked. But, after about 5 weeks or so I was “promoted” in that I was now helping to warm up the horses that were racing. That meant I would get to go the “right way” around the track for either one or two of the three times the horses would warm up (or “practice”, like some of the owners would call it). It was exciting but it meant about $30 a week less for me. I would go out onto the racetrack and in front of all the bettors, go a couple of slow miles (about 45 minutes apart). When I did that I was living a fantasy. When I was finishing up I would imagine that I was crossing the finish line of an actual race.

A.J. had used Ed to help him for years and now I was being trained for that job. Ed, surprisingly, had no problem whatsoever with that. That’s what made our friendship so special. One of those jobs was to actually fill out the entry blanks for the horses that A.J. wanted to race. I’d run up to the track office before the daily deadline. I was a “new face“ and everybody wanted to know who I was. One of the first people I met was someone I’d seen around the Administration office at college. Pete was a full time employee at the school but was also the publicity director at the track during the Summer. We struck up a friendship right away. Every day, around 10:30am, after going up to the office I’d stop and say ”Hi“ to Pete. He proved to be a valuable friend.

The owners liked to have pictures of their horses, especially those taken during a race. Ordering them was time consuming and A.J. hated to waste the time doing it even though it was a necessary evil. I was a willing puppet. The track photographer was a gruff Canadian with a definite French accent. He went by the name of ”Red“ as, at one time, he had a crop of bright red hair. Red and I did not kick it off on the right foot. I guess it was because I was new to the business and hadn’t ”paid my dues“. In any case, that was a part of my job I did not relish.

It would be pointless to try and write about this Summer using a ”time line“ like I have been doing. I was far to busy to be able to try and remember what came first, second, etc. So what I’m going to do is to list five females that played a role in making it a very memorable Summer for me. Of course, there was Elle and also Joanne who you’ve already met. But the three others were Patricia (Pat), Alida and Tricia. I’ll write it so that each will be ”featured“ in a separate part.

To be continued...

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

The picture taking pretty much ended the day. We both had things that we HAD to do at home. As much as I would liked to have stayed forever, reality said we had to get going. I had suggested that Elle not put her bathing suit back on but she was concerned that her mother would notice and how would she be able to explain that. I, somewhat selfishly, suggested that she might want to pee before we left and she did, allowing me to watch but not touch. As bold as she’d been in stripping down to her panties she still wouldn’t get fully naked in front of me. So she, as expected (and I wanted), peed through her panties. She didn’t really want the pee in her bathing suit so we stuffed a few paper napkins between her wet panties and her suit when she put it back on. Since she had worn jeans over her suit the fact that the napkins showed didn’t matter.

Driving home I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I can tell you I was seriously doubting my decision to go work with the horses. But it’s amazing how fast things can turn around from good to bad. When we pulled into the driveway I saw my mother sitting on the steps to the back porch. That was NOT a good sign. She called us up to the house and once inside started in on me about our engagement. Of course I’d told Elle about the less than enthusiastic reception I’d gotten when I told my parents. Rather than go through all the stupid details, suffice it to say the problem had to do with the ”caste system“. My grandmother was unbelievably old school and the fact that Elle’s father had once worked for my grandfather made her ”inferior“ and not worthy to marry into the family. When we started dating my mother had been able to keep the situation under control by saying it was just infatuation and that I’d soon tire of Elle. An engagement announcement would show that it was more than infatuation. So, what she was proposing was for us to postpone the public announcement until she had time to ”massage’ the situation. Elle was definitely not happy but deferred to me. As far as the public was concerned I could care less. We agreed to talk with Elle’s mother and, since she was the one actually making the announcement, leave it up to her. WHEW!!!

It took a little persuasion but she agreed to it. Elle, on the other hand said she was going to wear the ring openly. By doing that she wasn’t going against what my mother had asked so she was OK with it. But, all these machinations had totally screwed things up as far as my plans for the evening were concerned. My grandparents were supposed to have come for supper but, because of the engagement thing ,my mother had canceled it. I knew I had to see them before I left and that meant a trip to their house. More time away from Elle!

Monetarily, it was worth it as my grandfather gave me some "insurance" money. Time wise it was costly. I didn’t get back to Elle’s house until probably around 10pm. The lights were out which meant her parents were in bed. That was good. But my “new” car had very loud mufflers and there was no way to quiet them down. I know that if we decided to go off in the car her parents would know and it was what might happen to Elle that made me suggest we just go for a walk. There was a community beach just down the road from Elle’s house. We seldom went there because it was usually occupied and also bordered by two houses. We were afraid that if we got “involved” and anyone saw us word would travel fast. But we headed there on this night.

There were two old logs that had washed up in one storm or another. People using the beach used them to sit on or, if they sat on the sand, as a backrest. We sat down, side by side until the few kids that were still there left. When we felt comfortable that there was no “life” at either of the houses Elle got up and sat on my knees, straddling them. She slid up as close as she could get to me and we just held each other. I don’t remember much if any conversation taking place. Even though we were facing each other, Elle had her head on my shoulder. In spite of the excitement of the afternoon, I was content to just sit there like that. I have no idea how long we sat there without moving. The first thing I noticed was a warm feeling on my inner thighs. It only took a second to know what was happening. But I didn’t say anything and Elle didn’t move. That sort of told me she didn’t even know she’d leaked and that was when I started to get hard. It was probably less then a minute before it got a whole lot warmer. I remember pulling her closer to me and when I did I woke her up. She realized immediately what was happening and tried to get up. I wouldn’t let her. She relaxed after a couple of half hearted tries and then I felt the rest of her pee flooding my groin area. I only had to move slightly before I came.

We sat there for a while longer before we made an effort to get up. I, of course, was a mess and the front of Elle’s skirt had gotten wet when I'd pulled her up close to me. If we’d been in front of my house I think we might’ve gone swimming, or at least gotten wet. But we headed for her house. When we said our “good nights”, it was pretty tame and I never even touched her wet panties. I’m not sure why. Once in bed I sure relived those two wonderful parts of our day together.

Elle helped me pack the car the next morning and with everybody around to wish me good luck we never really got any private time. I was probably halfway to the track before the melancholy of leaving her was replaced by the excitement of what I was about to do.

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

Another thing I had to do while I was home was buy some clothes to work in. Because Elle and I had been running around, separately, trying to get things taken care of, I invited her to go with me just to have some time with her. One thing we both missed while at school was seeing the water. The nearest town that had enough of a variety of clothes wasn’t all that far from the ocean. Elle, knowing that, asked if I wanted to drive over when I finished getting my clothes. I didn't jump at the suggestion but did agree to go. She said we could make it a picnic. I didn’t have enough nerve to say that wasn’t what I was thinking of because I wanted our last full day together to go as smoothly as possible. She put together some sandwiches, fruit and a thermos of lemonade, grabbed a blanket and then we were off.

Since it was early June, the influx of tourists had not begun and we were able to find a secluded place in amongst the dunes. Elle had quietly grabbed her portable radio and when I saw it told me it wasn’t an ”official picnic“ without a portable radio. I was shocked when Elle started disrobing until I realized that she had her bathing suit on under her clothes. That disappointed me. I didn’t say anything though, vowing not to ruin our last day. I needn't have worried.

She explained that it wouldn’t be any fun ”going to the beach“ if she wasn’t in a bathing suit. I’d not seen this one before. It was a dark blue, form fitting, one piece suit and completely different from any I’d ever seen on her before. When asked about it she said when she put on one of her old suits in a required swim class at college she’d been teased. One of her roommates gave her this one and that’s where it came from. One thing I liked and that was that it didn’t leave anything to the imagination when it came to her shape.

As soon as she’d stripped and gotten the blanket arranged she wanted to run down to the water. Another reason we’d chosen a place up by the dunes was so we were out of the wind and blowing sand so it was a fair ways to the ocean. The waves at the ocean are a lot different than the ones on the bay where we lived. Even though the wind was blowing off shore there were still large swells that rolled softly onto the beach. As soon as we got to the water’s edge Elle ran in. I, wearing long pants, stayed on shore trying to roll the legs up a ways. Elle came back to get me and we started walking along the water’s edge, dodging the swells as we went. Elle saw something in the sand and bent over to pick it up. When she did I thought I saw a wisp of white peek out from under her suit on her right cheek. She didn’t stay down long enough for me to really see anything but it had my curiosity. I was hungry and finally persuaded her to go back to our things. On the way she, again, spied something in the sand. This time I got a much better look as she bent over and this time it was white peeking out from under her suit on both cheeks. I wanted to ask her what was up with that but kept my mouth closed, hoping that I’d see more while we were eating.

My wish came true. She ended up sitting, yoga style, across from me and this time I saw white peeking out from both sides of the crotch of her suit. It took all my will power to keep from asking about it. When we finished eating she said she wanted to start on her tan and proceeded roll over and to lie on her back. I hadn’t planned on spending the whole afternoon there but, again, didn’t want to say something to upset her and possibly make our last day unpleasurable. I took off my shirt and lay, face up, next to her. As tired as I was and as warm as it was I was asleep in minutes.

I felt something around my waist and opened my eyes. I don’t really know how to describe my initial thoughts as I looked up at Elle who was standing over me and trying to undo my belt and pants. The way she was standing had her blocking the direct sun from my eyes but it was still overly bright as I looked up at her. There was something wrong! I didn’t see the dark blue of her bathing suit. What I saw was her uncovered breasts, swaying gently, about 6 or 7 inches from my face. As I looked a little bit lower I saw the unmistakable white of her panties. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up faster in my life.

She had loosened my pants enough for her to begin to pull them down and I assisted her by raising my butt off the blanket. When they were down by my calves she backed up to pull them off all the way. That gave me my first daylight look at almost all of her. With the sun directly behind her it was hard to see all the ”details“. Freed from my pants I immediately got up and grabbed her to kiss her. At that particular time in my life I was wearing boxer shorts. As you know, they offer no resistance to a hard on. Here we were, almost naked, hugging and kissing each other on a deserted (as far as we knew) beach. A fantasy? NO! It was real.

I know you want to know the juicy details of what happened next... but... you do have to remember our ”close call“ back during the Winter. As hard as it was for us, we did. But we did manage to have some real fun.

Elle had woken up first and knew she needed to pee soon. She got the idea to take off her suit and was going to pee through her panties along side the blanket. Seeing me sleeping there she got the idea to wake me up so I could enjoy it as well. And enjoy it I did. If there was a bad part it was she wouldn’t let me ”visit“ inside her panties. Rubbing outside was OK and I was happy, but not satisfied, with that. We ended up lying side by side and ”playing“, gently, with each other’s sensitive parts. It was fun but still very frustrating.

Elle was, as you’ve probably seen, not a chance taker. I couldn’t get over the fact that she’d stripped to nothing but her panties, in public, and out in broad daylight to boot. I sort of rationalized it by the fact that we hadn’t seen another person the whole time we were there. But, to put the icing on the cake, the biggest surprise was when she reached into the bag that had contained our food and pulled out her little Brownie camera.

It became quickly obvious that she’d pretty much planned the whole day. As modest and demure as she was she’d decided that I should have some ”nice“ pictures of her to have with me while I was away. Initially I thought she might let me take one or two. I think I got seven... and they were good, especially for only a tiny little Kodak Brownie camera.

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

Time flies when you’re having fun, or so they say. I don’t know how long our "conversation” took but never once did Elle bring up the subject of needing a bathroom even though she had originally gotten up to go there. When we stood up to give each other a big kiss and hug I honestly don’t know when the “flood” started but I could hear her pee splashing on the concrete steps. She never let go of me or stopped kissing. It was certainly a unique situation. As I remember it, my thoughts were only on one thing and that was that Elle had accepted the idea of us being apart for the Summer without a fuss. I’d worked myself up to a point that I was sure there would be a “scene“, but it wasn’t to be. I have no idea how long we stood there kissing before Elle finally pulled away. I do remember she had a somewhat sheepish grin on her face and said something about being a bad girl. That brought me back to the present and looking at the puddle beneath her did excite me. Other than her socks being wet there was no evidence on her clothes. We picked up our books and headed back to the Sorority.

I don’t remember any conversation taking place concerning her ”accident“. I do remember us deciding that I wouldn’t come over the next weekend though. With exams less than two weeks away Elle didn’t want any distractions, even though I wouldn’t see her until we got home. I thought that with this new twist and the fact that I wouldn’t see her very much until we got back to school she would relent but she didn't. That put a little damper on my euphoria and I don’t remember much happening, other than studying, the rest of the afternoon.

At midnight, the day before final exams started, was the time for ”The Call“, where our poker group disbanded and everybody had to pay up. I knew I was in good shape but until all the chits were tallied I didn’t know by how much. One of the group, Rodger, was a nice guy but not all that bright. We pretty much knew he was the big looser but had no idea it was as bad as it was. Even though it had been a penny ante game we didn’t have limits on raising and Rodger got caught time and time again. Around the table it ended up that he owed over $300. That, in 1957, was a LOT of money! When the individual tally was made known, he owed me over $125. That left him owing over $175 to all the others. He just shook his head and threw the keys to his car on the table.

I had coveted his car right from the first time I saw it. It was a 1951 Mercury two door sedan with some custom work and multiple carburators. I know, for sure, that my brain wasn’t connected to my mouth because I told him I’d take the car and pay off all the others if that was OK by him. I had no idea what the car was worth or, more importantly, where I was going to come up with roughly $175 before exams were over but I had a handshake deal on the car.

Sometimes help appears from out of nowhere. When I called to tell my father that I was definitely going to work with the horses that Summer he asked if I would be willing to sell my car to my brother. He had just turned 16 and had just gotten his license. My father was concerned that my car was somewhat at risk to be on the road for long distances and, since my brother wouldn’t be going all that far, it was a good fit for him. I couldn’t believe it. My money problem was solved without me doing anything. Without telling him the source of my new car I told him that I had a replacement in mind. It was truly a miracle.

Originally, the only reason I had to go home after exams was to pick up my car for the Summer (and to see Elle). Now, with a car at hand, I came up with an idea that would give me more time with Elle. We'd both had to find and pay for rides to get home and now, with me having a car, we could both save money and I could be with her on the drive home. Exams couldn’t be over fast enough!

It was a good thing Elle had made me study when we had been together because any chance I had for passing had to be due to that. Knowing that she was finished her exams the day before I was was disconcerting to me for some reason. I rushed through the last exam and took off well before the time limit was up. I was packed and ready to go and, when I arrived at Elle’s sorority, so was she. It was about a seven hour trip and because we left Elle’s school about mid afternoon it put us at the city just after rush hour. I made two stops for Elle before we got there and she did have on a ”package“ just in case. Her improved ”holding” ability was evident because she was still dry when we pulled into her driveway. I had no problems with my “new” car so, all in all it was a good trip. The only thing was that I had to turn around and head back in a day and a half.

There were a lot of things we had to accomplish in the short time I was to be home. Telling her parents we were engaged was probably the easiest. Telling mine was a little more difficult. I won’t waste time in explaining why but “take it to the bank“ when I say it was. Another thing was getting squared away with the racecar. Cliff, the driver, had secured a sponsorship that gave us enough money to buy a competitive racecar. But, with me not going to be around meant not being able to count on me for money when he needed it. For the first Summer in my memory, my brother was going to home and not at either a camp or Summer school. I approached him about ”buying“ my share of the car. He didn’t have any money but, knowing that he had our father wrapped around his finger, I told him to ask him. Long story short, my father said yes. I didn’t get anything (think $$) but at least I was released from having to pay any money out during the racing season. Truthfully, I was pissed!. Now my brother had not only a street car but also a racecar and he hadn’t put any of his own money into either. But I didn't dwell on it.

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

The one thing that I did know and that was that I was very cold. The ambient temperature by the lake was probably around 70 but, the further up the stream (we were actually walking up a gorge by then) we walked the cooler it got. Of course, when you have wet clothes on and a breeze blows by it makes you even cooler, and that was my state at that time. I would’ve gladly gone back to the lake at that time but Elle really wanted to see the waterfall. We walked about 10 minutes and by then the walls of the gorge were closing in on us. The path got narrower and there was definitely a breeze blowing past us. We could hear the roar of the falls and the girls said they felt like a fine mist on their arms and legs. The path made a jog to the right and got very narrow. It looked like a boulder had fallen on the path. At that point we knew the falls were right there. But, the mist could now be visably seen blowing past the boulder and the girls stopped, not sure if they wanted to get wet. Already wet, I volunteered to go out to look. The water was falling about 130 feet and landing into a natural pool. The force of the water from the falls hitting the pool was what created the mist. I called the girls to come out to take a look. Elle’s friends wanted to get closer but Elle wanted no part of it. That surprised me. The two of us ducked back behind the boulder and I asked what was wrong. Because the path was so narrow there we were actually semi blocking the path either to or from the falls. Elle led the way back to a place where we weren’t in the way. I was still curious as to why she didn’t want to go on. She, using her eyes, got me to look at her crotch. I knew immediately.

We made our way back to the lake with me trying to block anyone from seeing what was, this time, obvious. When we had stepped out from behind the boulder and seen the action of the water it triggered a reaction on her part. When we got back to about the place where I had my issues with Lois we were able to step off the path and had a little privacy. As opposed to the situation earlier, this time the wetness was obvious and, with enough light, you could actually see the yellowish tinge to it.

My mind was constricted at that point. I was cold enough to be shaking and very uncomfortable yet I was concerned about Elle and her potential embarrassment. When we got back to the picnic area I was surprised to see that many of the people had left. I knew I wanted to get my shirt off and into the sun to get warm but I also knew we better get a ride locked up before it was too late. I hated to have Elle walking around like that but I didn’t really know that many people, especially those with cars. She wasn’t happy about it but was a “trooper“ and secured us a ride. What was interesting about that was the girl who offered the ride noticed Elle’s ”spot“ and commented (to Elle) that she’d also been ”caught short“ that day. I was sort of upset with Elle because she didn’t tell me about it until later that evening. At least, for Elle, hearing the other girl admit she too had a problem helped temper her embarrassment.

Other planned Sorority activities that evening prevented me from discussing my Summer plans with Elle. I wanted to be alone with her and wanted her complete attention when I told her. That meant I had to do it on Sunday. Because we’d been doing Sorority activities on Saturday we hadn’t studied at all. Elle had it in her mind that we’d spend most of our time together on Sunday, studying. That made my task even more difficult. I’d gotten it in my mind to go to ”The Pines“, the treed area next to the football stadium to talk with her. Elle would have none of it, knowing how easily it was to be tempted by things other than studying. We compromised and settled on the stadium itself. She knew there would be people coming and going all the time to keep me/us from getting ”off topic“. Worst case was that I'd get a couple of "free shows".

Even though I was turning pages in one of my texts I wasn’t concentrating. I kept going over my ”pitch“ to her on why staying and working with the horses was really a smart thing to do. When Elle said she wanted to go to the SU to use the bathroom I started talking. (Now I don’t want you to think that the subject had never come up. I just never focused on it. Ever since our ”close call“ during the Winter where I’d contacted my Grandfather’s trainer about a job, it was a topic that lay just beneath the surface. I’d mention it, on a very casual basis, and we’d end up ”dancing“ around it.) Elle stood up and I grabbed her hand and told her I needed to talk to her. She sat down and I started in. I’d pretty much polished my ”speech“ so it flowed rather easily. I watched Elle’s eyes the whole time and had expected a negative reaction. When I pretty much finished up she said something along the lines of ”What took you so long to tell me?“ and with a smile on her face. That blew me away.

The long and short of it was that she had pretty much figured it out on her own. We had a very good talk and everything was positive. She agreed with my thinking and said it was far better to find out if training and racing horses was my ”thing“ before we got married. When the subject of marriage came up I told her I thought it was time to make our engagement public. She, faithfully, wore the ring every time we were together and I figured this would be a good time to do it and bring it out in the open. We decided to do it as soon as we got home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...