STILL SPRING... & trying to enjoy it (Part 43a)

Naturally, I headed down to see Elle that next Tuesday. I was right on time... 3:30pm. But Elle was nowhere in sight. She didn’t show up until after 4pm. The lesson plans that she had written (her first) had proved to be less than stellar and her mentor teacher had asked her to stay late so she could help her. By the time we got to Miss Bea’s house it was almost 4:30pm and she was expected momentarily. All I got was a few minutes of hugs (with my hands up her skirt and on her pantied bottom) and kisses. I tried to think of some excuse for Elle and I to leave but couldn’t. Barbara Ann showed up around 5:30pm and we ate soon thereafter. Elle had to redo her plans so, even though I was welcome to stay, I just felt like excess baggage. I left with Thursday afternoon in mind.

On Thursday, she was there waiting for me. But, so was Barbara Ann. It was raining and since the school only had one gym, the boys baseball team took precedence. At first I was profoundly disappointed. As it turned out, I shouldn’t have been. Once in the house, thankfully, Barbara headed right upstairs leaving Elle and I alone. At first Elle was a little unsure as to how far she would let me go. We settled in on the couch right after Elle used the toilet. When she lay across my lap and “tented” her skirt I knew that it was an “invitation”. When my hand reached it’s destination I was really surprised, and pleased, to find her somewhat damp. She’d obviously not wiped. That, in itself, was enough to create an rather uncomfortable bulge, what with her laying across me. I had to “work” to get her to let me inside. I was just starting to get a reaction when the phone rang. Since the only phone was in the kitchen Elle had to get up to answer it. It turned out that it was Barbara Ann’s boyfriend, Brad. Elle called upstairs and almost before I could blink, she came flying down the stairs. All she had on was a sheer robe over her bra and panties. That caught my attention!. Elle and I didn’t go back to where we were as we waited for her to finish her call. When she did she came in and stood before us asking us if we’d be interested in joining her and her boyfriend for the weekend. The request wasn’t what had my attention. It was the fact that she was standing there with the front of her robe open where I was able to get a great look at about 50% of the front of her panties. I could plainly see the crotch line as well as a good part of the applique. If I’d been asked a direct question right then and there I don’t think I could’ve answered. Elle looked at me and when she saw the expression on my fact she poked me in the ribs. Barbara Ann just stood there waiting for an answer. Neither Elle nor I realized that Brad was still on the phone. When we did we said we’d join them even though we had no idea what we’d be doing. When she went back into the kitchen Elle started to give me the dickens about my staring at Barbara Ann. I wanted to remind her of the comment she’d made about how I'd "like" Barbara Ann when she'd described her to me, but I didn’t.

I didn’t get much of a peek when she went back upstairs and Miss Bea walked in almost as soon as she did. When Barbara Ann came back down for supper she had on jeans and a blouse. I’d never seen her without her horned rimmed glasses and found myself wondering just what she looked like without them. Elle jabbed me once for staring at her and there was no doubt that I was. Like Elle had described her, she sure was “different”. I still couldn’t believe the “show” she’d given earlier. I was hoping for more on the weekend.

After dinner, Barbara Ann asked if I could drive them down to her boyfriend’s after school the next day. She did this out of earshot of Miss Bea as she had told her that we were all going to her home for the weekend. It wasn’t unreasonable as she did live just a little over an hour away. But what we were really going to do was to go to this State park where Brad worked as a Ranger in the Summer. The park wasn’t yet officially open and this was the weekend that was used to clean up after the Winter and to clear the hiking trails. Employees and their families were invited to stay free in one of the cabins provided they would work. Brad signed Elle and I up as his cousin and her husband. I was impressed by his guile. I couldn’t wait.

My problem was that I was scheduled to work at the clothing store both Friday and Saturday. As much as I wanted (and needed) the money I really wanted to spend the weekend with Elle (and Barbara Ann). So I stopped by the store at lunchtime. When I asked Mr B about more time off he pretty much told me that he really didn’t need me anymore. Mrs B was healthy again and he’d really hired me as a favor. I do remember feeling bad but I did thank him. I packed some work clothes and that was about it. I got to Elle’s school a little early and while I waited I remember fantasizing what it would be like living in the same cabin as Barbara Ann and wondering if she’d be as “casual” as she’d been the day before.

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SPRING... and a dark cloud on the horizon (Part 42e)

When I returned to classes after Spring break I found that one of my Psychology professors had had a stroke and was hospitalized. My initial reaction was one of disappointment as I felt he was the best instructor I had. The class was canceled for two days and on the third (a Friday) I walked in to see this tall, old man with white hair and beard standing in front of the class. He introduced himself as professor W, the retired head of the Psych department. It was easy to see that he was a no nonsense type. He started off by telling the class that everything was about to change.

At the beginning of the semester we’d all been told that there were three components to our grade for the year; 1/3 was the mid semester exam... 1/3 the final exam... and 1/3 our term project. We’d also been told that our text book was to be a reference only and that because Psychology was an inexact science, class discussion rather than lectures would be the focus. Our term project could be on just about anything as long as we could persuade the professor that it was related to Psychology. I’d had a hard time getting approval for mine but as I progressed with it the professor bought into the concept. As a whole the class had not done all that well on the mid semester exam so we were graded on a curve. I got an actual 56 but it was “curved” up to a 65, a passing grade.

Having said all that, professor W wasn’t kidding when he said things were to change. The first thing was that the text was now to be our “Bible” and we were going to have a quiz to start each class that would cover our homework. Next, he didn’t believe in marking on a curve so all our grades were going to be changed back to what we had actually gotten. There would now be four components for our grade in the course; the two exams making up half our grade, the term project 1/4 and the accumulated quiz grades the final 1/4. The whole class was in shock!

It only took a few classes to realize that the man had a problem. The term “absent minded professor” fit him to a “T”. He couldn’t remember anybody’s name and would out the same assignment two classes in a row. But, for me, those problems were minor. When I had my one on one meeting with him to go over my project I hadn’t gotten into it for more that a few minutes before he stood up and called the whole thing “Garbage“ and he walked out of the room. I thought that he’d come back but he didn’t. I waited for probably a half hour. Not knowing what to do I went looking for my faculty advisor.

He was also a Psychology professor and was very familiar with professor W. Long story short... Professor W. had been asked to retire about 5 years earlier and there was a bit of resentment. My advisor told me that, within the department, there was some concern and that what I was telling him wasn’t unexpected. I was told by my advisor that he would speak to professor W on my behalf and that I should continue to work on my project. I thanked him and left. When I walked into the next class with professor W I was expecting that he would ask me to stop by and see him after class. When he didn’t I took the initiative. MISTAKE!!!

He didn’t even know who I was. When I reminded him of our meeting he went ”off“ again, telling me that I was wasting both his and my time. So, it was back to my advisor. He apologized and said that he hadn’t been able to ”pin him down“ to talk with him. Before the next class I stopped by to see my advisor first. I didn’t want a repeat of the last time. But there was no news. He hadn’t talked with him. My concern was growing. I had over seven weeks of effort into the project (I actually was making a REAL effort, something I wasn’t doing with the rest of my work.) and there was less than six weeks to the end of the semester. If I was to change the subject I’d have to do approximately fourteen weeks of work in just five.(1)

At the same time I found life at the fraternity to be just about dead. The social probation was being monitored closely and two of the brothers who were caught with alcohol in their rooms were kicked out of the fraternity. The mid semester GPA for the fraternity was up but just barely (I certainly didn't help in that category) and the officers were really cracking down and were enforcing "quiet time". I got called before them about the lack of time I physically spent in the house. I survived that little inquisition by reminding them that my assistant house manager's position only required that I sleep in the house. I hadn't missed a night since I'd been given the job. All in all, it was not the fun place it had been when I joined.

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SPRING... some fun for a change (Part 42d)

We headed South but because of the rural nature of the countryside there wasn’t any obvious place for us to go and park. Almost all the roads off the highway were gravel or dirt. The deep frost of the Winter was working it’s way to the surface and those type of roads were deeply rutted from trucks and school buses. I didn’t want to chance going down one and getting stuck in the mud. So, I turned around and we headed back to the town where Elle had taught for the first part of the semester. I’d never really done any “exploration” in and around the town. With Elle’s roommate, Teresa, with us almost constantly, I never really saw Elle alone so had no reason to find a secluded place for us to go. Being Easter Sunday, the town was deserted. I don’t remember why we went down the street where the schools were located. As opposed to the school that Elle was now teaching at where all the grades, K through 12, were in one building, this school district had two separate buildings with the High School in one. That building was in the shape of the letter L. I was a bit curious so drove into the parking lot which ran back from the road. At the back end I saw a paved pad that ran in behind the building. I drove onto the pad and looked around. From where we were we couldn’t see the road. To the right were the athletic fields which were tree lined. It quickly dawned on me that unless someone drove into the parking lot there was no way anyone would or could see us. I had found what I was looking for.

Elle wasn’t really comfortable though. It took a little persuasion to get her to lie across my lap like she would often do when we parked. When I went to slide my hand up between her thighs to reach the crotch of her panties she, again, resisted. But, I was able to get her to let me stay there. It took a little more time than I would’ve liked but eventually she relaxed enough for me to venture inside. Unfortunately, but as it usually was with her, she was dry and I needed some “lubrication” to make it more pleasurable for both of us. It took more persuasion but she did get up on her knees and let me have a “squirt“.

I know she enjoyed herself; her writhing body couldn’t hide it. But, she just wasn’t willing to go any further what with it being daylight and with us in a public place. When she checked her watch she said it was probably a good idea to head back to Miss Bea’s. I couldn’t really complain. At least I had a good memory to start off the week.

It was only about 15 minutes to Miss Bea’s. We were just on the outskirts of town when she let out a bit of a squeal... ”I’m leaking!“ She reached under the seat to get one of the towels that were usually there but she couldn’t find one. Then she told me to stop the car. If she’d found a towel she could’ve peed in it and we wouldn’t have to stop. The problem with stopping was that we were on a state highway and there was a fair amount of traffic. But, just ahead, when she told me to stop, was a state highway depot where they stored snow plows and the sand that they put on the roads when it snowed. There was a wide entryway and I just pulled off and into the yard, stopping behind a large berm-like pile of sand. She had the door open as soon as the car stopped. She already had her skirt hiked up around her waist and when she stepped out she went into a semi squat, holding onto the door with her left hand. I flopped onto the passenger side seat and watched the pee pour from the back of her panties into a pool beneath her. I was as hard as a rock. It only took a few seconds for her bladder to empty but she stayed in the semi squat position for at least a minute. She asked if I had anything at all to blot her panties and to dry her legs and feet. I went to the trunk and rooted around and found an old T shirt. She was standing up but still with her skirt around her waist. I could see the wet crotch as I approached her. My bulge was very evident. I really wanted to go up to her and to caress those wet panties but she was all business, taking the shirt and blotting her crotch. She was worried about her wet panties and the leather seat but I told her it was OK. She sat down with her feet still outside the car and than asked me to wipe down her ankles and feet where her pee had splashed up onto her. She had her legs spread and it was a glorious view, especially with the wetness making the nylon panties somewhat transparent. When I was done I asked if she wanted to put on dry panties. I knew the metal box under my seat still had panties in it. She felt her crotch and told me that it was probably a good idea. She got in and closed the door while I fished the box out from under the seat. There were two pair of her Carter’s heavy cotton panties in the box. I handed one of them to her but asked if she’d ”be nice“ and just put them on over the other ones. I got another one of ”those“ looks only this one lasted longer than normal. I watched as she slipped them up her legs and on. She did say that she was going to change as soon as we got back to the house but I was just happy that she’d agreed to accommodate me.

The two ladies were still at the house when we got back. The ladies had cleaned up and washed the dishes so there wasn’t anything that we could do. They left after it got dark and I followed soon after. We did get a few minutes of semi privacy where we worked out a bit of a schedule for me to visit. Miss Bea had expanded her volunteer work to add Tuesdays and Thursdays and didn’t get home until about 4;30pm. Elle thought it would be “nice” if I could come at least one of those days and we’d have a few minutes to be alone. My first thought was of Barbara Ann. If she was there we wouldn’t really be alone but Elle told me that Barbara Ann had been a softball player at college and was going to help out with the High School team. Therefore we’d have time to ourselves. It was obvious that they had already discussed it and I liked Elle's thinking. All I had to was let Elle know a day in advance when I was coming. My trip back to school was filled with all kinds of ideas for our upcoming “alone” time.

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SPRING... some fun for a change (Part 42c)

As I remember it she wanted to know what was wrong. I know I should’ve taken advantage of the moment but I didn’t. For some reason it was OK to be upstairs in her own house but I was uncomfortable there at Miss Bea’s. There was one thing that Elle tried not to do and that was to touch my privates with her fingers and hands. Of course, over time she had but it was usually by accident. I was not expecting her to put her hand there, even though I had my clothes on. I started to back away but she grabbed my belt and tried to undo it. I think I even protested, mildly, by asking what she thought she was doing. Backed up to her bed, she pushed me back making me fall on it. At that point she flopped down on top of me. One thing led to another and before long I let her strip my pants off. With me fully on my back she climbed up on me straddling my groin. I remember having my hands on her hips and feeling her sort of riding my now exposed penis. What I also remember is that her crotch was wet... probably part of it was my pre-cum but there was more to it than that. When she stopped she pulled her panty crotch aside and, for the first time I can remember, she took my penis and, with a bit of trouble, guided it in. I was dumbfounded. She had never been the aggressor and, at best, was sometimes a willing partner. Most times it had been me working to get her ”primed“ but this was totally different. My very first thought was that I didn’t have a ”rubber“. It took a few seconds to remember that she’d just had her period so I relaxed and enjoyed the ”ride“... at least for a very short time. It had been so long since we’d had sex that it didn’t take much for me to come. I remember the feeling of ”deflation“ both mentally and physically. It was a lot different when it happened when she was on top though. I sort of liked it.

I was hoping that she’d come down and lie in my arms and eventually she did. If we said anything I surely don’t remember it. I do remember having my hands on her butt cheeks and feeling her wet panties though. I think the first thing I asked was when Miss Bea would be back, something I should’ve asked when we first went upstairs. Miss Bea worked from 8am to 4pm on Saturdays and from noon to 4pm on Sundays. But we were in good shape time wise. Elle went to get washed up and I was following her into the bathroom to watch. Even though she’d let me finally see her naked she still wasn’t comfortable with it, especially since it had been quite a while since I had. So, I actually waited in the hall but did peek. She’d taken clean panties in with her and I was disappointed to see her with a pair of the Carter’s heavy cotton on when she came out. I asked why and she smiled and said it was because ”I’d be coming out of her for a while“. I hadn’t thought of that. But, I asked if she’d put on a pair of nylon panties over them. She gave me one of ”those“ looks that sort of indicated that she thought I was crazy... but I watched her reach into a drawer and pull out another pair. I remember helping her to get them on and, as I did, I just happened to run my fingers over her crotch. She was right. I was still ”coming out“.

When we went out to check on the wash Elle started talking about Barbara Ann. I’d mentioned that Elle had told me she was ”different“. Elle explained that comment. Even though she was from a small town, her boyfriend/fiance didn’t. His father had been in the Air Force and he’d lived in a lot of different places. They’d been going together for three years and Barbara Ann was not shy in telling Elle that they had been having sex almost from the beginning. Elle went on to say that Barbara Ann wasn’t shy about many things, certainly not about walking around in her underwear. I heard that and actually had a small bulge start. I don’t think Elle saw it but she did make a comment about how I’d react if I were to see her doing it. Miss Bea had ”suggested“ that she at least have a robe on when she was downstairs. Elle went on about how she kept pestering her about our relationship. I think I did ask her how much she'd told her and I don’t remember her exact answer. By then she had all the dry things folded and in the wash basket. Once back inside I finally got up the courage to ask about her ”aggressive“ actions with me upstairs and if they were as a result of talking with Barbara Ann. She didn’t have to say a word. The color of her cheeks told it all. I remember thinking that I really wanted to get to know Barbara Ann.

When Miss Bea finally arrived she had a whole batch of groceries. With the next day being Easter she had bought a ham and all the fixings. She’d already asked me to dinner but there was way more food than for just the three of us. She eventually explained that she’d also invited a couple of widow ladies from church. I began to have doubts about having said I’d eat with her but it was too late. That night we spent a very unexciting evening playing board games. I begged off early saying I had a headache. On my trip back to school all I thought about was what Elle had told me about Barbara Ann. Having seen her appliqued panties made the thoughts even better. I couldn’t wait to meet her again.

I was a ”good boy“ and went to church with Elle and Miss Bea the next morning. In a way it was good that Miss Bea had invited the ladies over to eat. When we were finished Miss Bea ”excused” us, telling us that we’d just be bored listening to old ladies talk. She was very aware and suggested that Elle and I go for a leisurely ride and explore the countryside. I couldn’t get out of the house fast enough.

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SPRING... some fun for a change (Part 42b)

I'd begged out of working at the clothing store so I could get to Elle's as early as possible. But, with Barbara Ann gone, that left it up to Elle to do the wash and vacuuming. I got recruited to help. I was, initially, annoyed. I wanted to just wrap my arms around Elle and to get caught up with all that I’d been missing over the past two months. All I got was a big hug and a long kiss... and then I was put to work. I was assigned to vacuum the downstairs areas while she did the wash. Ironically, the washing machine was the same as Elle had back at home. It didn’t take me long and as I finished up Elle was done with the first load. One of Miss Bea’s quirks was that the laundry had to be hung ”in order“, meaning that everything of a like kind had to be hung together... all socks together; all bras together; all panties together, etc. So Elle had me sort it all out while she started the next load. I couldn’t think of a more pleasant job.

It was especially pleasurable because it gave me the opportunity to see, really up close, Barbara Ann’s panties. But not to be left out were those of Miss Bea. She was a fairly attractive woman with a nice shape so I was certainly interested in what she wore as well. She had an enclosed back porch with a large table and I headed there to do my ”job“. As I sorted out the items I thought back to the wash line at Mrs T’s and how I would ogle it as I would drive up. I had to watch myself so Elle didn’t catch me peeking at the panty labels. Elle, because of her nightly ”package“ had the most. I was familiar with almost all of hers and it was fairly easy to pick out Miss Bea’s as they were a bit bigger than the girls. I ended up trying to do a second sort separating the panties of all three. I was pleased to see that there were a few of the panties I’d bought for Elle at Christmas mixed in. I took too long to get too far into the ”inspection“ part before Elle was ready to go hang it on the clothesline. But, the one thing I did glean was that all of Barbara Ann’s were white nylon with appliques on them. I knew I really wanted to get a closer look at them before the girls finished up with their teaching assignment.

I followed Elle outside to watch as she hung it all up. I didn’t think she would notice that all hers were together but I remember her asking why. I have no idea what I said. I’m sure I blushed. I ended up holding the wash basket up so she didn’t have to bend over and that gave me the opportunity to see both Barbara Ann’s and Miss Bea’s panties up close as she clothes pinned them to the lines. One thing I did notice was that the crotch on some of Miss Bea’s did have a yellowish tinge but no where near as much as most of Elle’s. They were a mixed lot of cotton and nylon and I made a note to myself to do a further inspection of them as well if I could. I’ll admit that as I stood there looking at a line of probably two dozen panties on the line I had a soft bulge.

It was over an hour before all the wash was done and hung outside. I did get Elle to sit on my lap for a few minutes at a time but when I tried to get ”fresh“ she’d get up and would find something else to do. After the last piece was hung and she came back into the house I let her know about my frustration. Basically I asked her if there was something wrong between us. I got what I soon came to learn was a normal response... ”No. Why do you think that?“

Rather than start something that I knew wouldn’t go well, I backed off. Lunch consisted of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. We were pretty quiet and when we were finished she shocked me by asking if I wanted to come upstairs to see her room. From living in a house where no males were even allowed inside she was now inviting me upstairs and into her bedroom. I think I questioned her about ”house rules“. She said that Miss Bea was there when Barbara Ann took her boyfriend upstairs and didn’t say anything. My mind was racing. Was this really true. No males were allowed upstairs at her sorority so I'd just assumed that it would be the same here. But upstairs we went.

There were twin beds that had been pushed together to give Elle more room. She had a desk, dressing table and a dresser as well as a nice sized closet. It faced the South so it was nice and bright. I took a peek into Barbara Ann’s room and it was basically the same only it faced the North. When I came back into Elle’s room she was in the process of stepping out of the jeans that she’d been wearing. What a pleasant sight, especially since I wasn't expecting it. She was wearing a pair of the new panties that I’d given her for Christmas. With the "diamond" crotch they stood out. Then she walked up to me and gave me a kiss and hug. My bulge had started the second I saw her undressing and, within seconds, I was as hard as I could be. As we hugged Elle was gyrating slowly against my groin. Surprisingly, I didn’t know what to do. My mind was telling me that I shouldn’t be in there. It was somewhat funny in that I'd not had any trepidation about going upstairs at Elle's house with her. My heart, racing, wanted me to take her and lay her down on the bed. But I just stood there, not doing anything.

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SPRING... some fun for a change (Part 42a)

The decision Elle made to live with Miss Bea was wonderful in just about every way. As strict and unreasonable as her previous landlady had been, Miss Bea was 180 degrees the opposite. It started with her willingness to go pick Elle and her things up when I backed out. I called Elle as soon as I got back to the fraternity. All she wanted to talk about was how nice she was. I didn’t have much in the way of coins for the phone so couldn’t talk all that long. The one important thing she had to say was that everything was going great. Even though her Easter break was to start on the upcoming Friday (Good Friday) she did ask if I could come down to see her the next day (Monday). I was more than willing, not having seen her in over two weeks.

The trip was only 10 minutes longer than it had been before and with a nice day and no traffic I was there in no time at all. I picked both her and her roommate up at their school. She introduced me to Barbara Ann and as I looked at her, with the exception of horn rimmed glasses, I saw almost a mirror image of Elle. Same height, same body, same color hair. She seemed very nice in the few minutes it took to get to the house. Elle never had to say a word to her as she got out of the car and left us alone as soon as the car stopped.

We sat in the car for I don’t know how long. I couldn’t remember Elle being that “chatty”. She was all over the place... Miss Bea to Barbara Ann to the school and back again. I couldn’t keep up. She and Barbara Ann “loved” Miss Bea. She said she was just “too nice”. She had two bedrooms and it was up to the girls to decide if they wanted to each have their own or to share a room. They had free run of the kitchen and could take incoming calls right up to 10pm. Basically, the house was there to be used. Then she told me that Miss Bea was doing the cooking, at least for suppers. I remember the smile on her face as Elle told about her own first attempt. Barbara Ann didn’t fare much better so Miss Bea stepped in to rescue them.

On Barbara Ann she said she liked her “a lot” but in spite of her looking somewhat like Elle, she definitely “was different”. They elected to have their own rooms and Elle said she was glad she decided to do that. Barbara Anne was engaged, just like we were, and her fiance, Brad, was doing graduate work in the small city about 30 miles to the South. She’d chosen to teach in this town for the same reason Elle had... to be close to her boyfriend. She came from a small town, just like Elle, and was more comfortable with the small size of the school rather than one in an urban or city enviornment.

As I’d written before, the school was almost a mirror image of the school in our home town. Elle really liked the teacher who was her mentor because she was actually letting her “teach”, unlike the previous mentor who she said “hovered” over her. Elle was really excited over the fact that she was going to be able to write the actual lesson plans for the week that followed the Easter break.

A knock on the window made both of us jump. It was Miss Bea telling us that supper was on the table. I couldn’t believe it when she motioned for me to come in as well. As it turned out, I was pretty much the dinner table conversation. Miss Bea and Barbara Ann sure had a lot of questions for me. I felt like I was on the witness stand. But I learned more about Miss Bea as well. To help fill her week she volunteered at the hospital in the town that Elle last taught in. Her usual days were Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and half a day on Sunday. She was active in her church which just happened to be the same denomination as Elle and I. Because of that I could see that she was expecting us to attend.

I quickly learned that she had bartered a “deal“ with the girls. After discovering their ineptness in the kitchen, Miss Bea was willing to help them out if they were willing to help her out. They were to do the general light housekeeping and all the laundry in exchange for her doing the cooking and paying for 1/3 of the grocery bill. In the eyes of the girls this was more than a fair ”deal“. It was also expected that they would wash the dishes on the nights that Miss Bea cooked. So, when we were finished eating I ended up in kitchen drying the dishes. It was like old times for Elle and I. I asked about watching TV and, other than a few favorites for Miss Bea, it was up to the girls what they watched. Since it was my first time there and a school night to boot, I couldn’t think of a reason why Elle and I would leave even though I really wanted to have some personal time with her. It had been a long time since we’d really been together, alone. So, we ended up watching some TV and I finally left to go back to my campus around 9pm. On the trip back all I could think about was the upcoming weekend.

I debated with myself about going back after my classes that Friday. Elle had the day off as it was Good Friday but she had told me that she’d promised to help Miss Bea at her church but she didn’t know for how long. Barbara Ann’s boyfriend was picking her up Thursday night so Elle was going to be alone. But, not knowing that much about Miss Bea and what kind of oversight she was exerting over the girls I decided to wait until Saturday. It was a good move. Saturday was one of the days Miss Bea volunteered at the hospital and by the time I arrived she was gone. To me, that was GREAT news! But I got too enthusiastic, too soon.

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A NEW YEAR... waiting for Spring (Part 41h)

When I started out there was probably 5 inches of new snow on the ground. The problem on the road was that there was no place for the newly plowed snow to go. In some places there was only one lane because of that. I was, rightfully so, worried about the area of the big drift. There was wind but nowhere near as much as the week before. But what wind there was was blowing snow into the road where they had made the “open tunnel”. There was enough snow falling that the light from the headlights was diffused so that I really couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of me. When I hit that spot I thought I was in trouble. Again, I bulled my way through and thought I had it made. Not so. I was almost back to the campus when I came upon an accident. Luckily I saw it and was able to turn the steering wheel to the left to miss it. But, I ended up buried into the plowed snow on the side of the road.

The snow was so packed into the grill of the car and up into the motor that I couldn’t get it started after it had stalled. I had to climb out a window because the snow was so tightly packed that I couldn’t open the door. No one was hurt in the accident but it was so cold none of us could stay with the cars. The others weren’t college students and had no idea of where they really were. We were only a few hundred yards from the school infirmary so, through the blowing snow I led them there.

I was in the best shape. Two of the other three had the beginnings of frostbite. The staff took us in and, even though I identified myself as a student and said it wasn’t all that far to my living quarters, they insisted that we all spend the rest of the night. In the morning the final tally was 12 inches of new snow on top of the 17 from the previous week. After getting a bite to eat we all headed back to our cars. The State Police had been there as all our cars had been tagged. The problem turned out that there was only one place in town with a tow truck. Because the other two cars were actually out in the road they got moved. Because I was off the road it stayed there... until Tuesday.

It turned out to be almost a repeat of the previous week as far as classes were concerned. No classes on Monday and liberal leave for Tuesday. Other than for getting my car out of the snow bank (and running again) I actually put my time into my studies. Mid semester exams followed by Spring break was rapidly approaching. I knew I had to get my grades up and with no money to party, studying seemed like the smart thing to do.

The Spring break turned out to be a bit of a problem though. I’d committed to going to North Carolina to work with the horses and this year was going to drive to get there. My exam schedule had me finishing up on Thursday. Elle was to finish up the first half of her teaching assignment on that Friday and she’d wanted me to move her and her things to Miss Bea’s. To get some extra money I’d put a notice up on the bulletin board asking for riders headed South. I got two from within the fraternity and the guys were also finished on Thursday. Originally I’d told Elle I’d get her moved on Friday after her last class. The problem was that one of my riders needed to be home on Friday. Telling Elle that I wouldn’t be able to do it wasn’t easy. But her new landlady jumped in and offered to do it so I was somewhat off the hook.

Even though Elle’s college had their Spring break at the same time as my school, Elle, working as a (practice) teacher had to go by the schedule of the school that she was assigned to. That meant she’d only get time off at Easter which was the week I’d be back. I felt bad about not moving her but I was looking forward to making it up to her when she had her break.

The time with the horses was great. But, when I was done with work each day it was pretty boring. Again, there was no one my age, male or female, at the hotel where I stayed with my grandparents. I did get a lot of sleep though. When I left to return to school my grandfather gave me some extra money when I left on top of what I got paid for the week. Then, when I stopped to pick up the my first rider for the trip back he had a friend who attended a college that was on our way so that was even more money in my pocket. Now that Spring was here it seemed like things were really looking up.

To be continued...

A NEW YEAR... and a ray of hope (Part 41g)

Elle’s school was closed for 3 days as well. It was the first time in many years that they had closed for snow. During her time off she was able to make contact with the girl who was to room with her at her next assignment. Ironically, the girl who had given Elle the name of her aunt had been a Freshman roommate of Elle’s upcoming roommate. She told Elle she was OK with whatever Elle chose. But, Elle being Elle, put the pressure on me for us to go meet the woman as soon as possible.

I’ve been a believer in “omens” since I was a young teen. That following Saturday looked a lot like the previous one with the cold, gray skies and soap powder type snow. I remember actually telling Mr B that I didn’t like what I was seeing when I left the store to go pick up Elle but I went anyway. When I reached the place where I’d bulled my way through the snow drift the week before I couldn’t believe my eyes. The drift was almost a quarter mile long and it was at least 8 feet high. It was like driving through a tunnel without a roof. It was also obvious where the other two places were where the road had been closed.

I don’t know why I thought it would be just Elle and I to go meet the lady. But there was Teresa, ready to go with us. We followed the directions that the lady had given Elle and ended up at the school where she’d be teaching. It was kind of a surprise as it looked like a mirror image of the school that Elle had attended. It was a K through 12 school built in the same style. It must have been some sort of standard for the times. It was a little more than a half mile to the lady’s house. That distance concerned Elle. As we pulled into the driveway it was hard to see much of the house as the plowed snow from the road obscured most of it. There was a car parked in the driveway with just enough room for us to pull in. I could see Elle was nervous. All we’d talked about was making sure that she didn’t duplicate “The Stalag”.

I will tell you that I was somewhat surprised in seeing the lady. I guess my mind was tainted by the fact that my two aunts were in their 50’s so when I saw this young(ish) woman I wasn’t expecting it. It only took her a few minutes for Elle to warm up to her. She introduced herself as Miss Bea and after all the introductions and some brief small talk, the two girls who were living there joined us. Miss Bea's niece (the girl who Elle knew) pretty much took over in “selling” Elle on why she should live there. I felt like a fish out of water and so did the woman. She saw how uncomfortable I was and suggested that we go out into the kitchen to talk. It was a very enlightening conversation.

She’d been married right out of High School. Right after that WWII started. Her husband joined the army and, with field promotions, had become an officer. When the war was over he came home. He’d worked in the motor pool and had sort of invented some kind of gadget to enhance hydraulics on heavy equipment. When he got out he got a patent for it and then sold it to a truck manufacturer. He took the money, bought some property and built the house we were sitting in. Then he started a trucking company. He was killed in an accident and the woman had lived alone for about 5 years. To help with money and to keep her company she’d signed up to house girls who were practice teaching in the local school. Just listening to her I felt she was a perfect fit for Elle.

When we rejoined the girls it was obvious that Elle was all set with her mind made up. By that time it was now late afternoon. When we made ready to leave Miss Bea asked (begged) us to stay for supper. I felt a little uncomfortable because we’d just met but the practical side of me said “YES!” because it would save me money. As it turned out, she was treating the girls who were living there to the movies that night. During dinner they all implored us to join them. We (Elle, Teresa and I) hadn’t yet discussed what we were going to do that evening after we finished up with the meeting. I won’t say we were “pressured” to join them but we finally said we would.

What seems incredulous to me in writing this is that, in spite of my trepidation about the weather when I left Mr B’s store, once in the house I never once checked to see what was going on outside. When we left the house there was about an inch of new snow on my car. I didn’t like it but we headed North to the town where Elle and Teresa lived to go to the movies anyway. It was dark and the snow, plowed to the sides of the road, seemed to close in on me as we drove the eight miles to the movie. I can remember feeling more than a bit uncomfortable.

I definitely remember the name of the movie (Desire Under the Elms with Sophia Loren) and it was like deja vu when we all walked out into the street after it was over. It wasn’t as windy but it was snowing as hard as it had been the week before. There was easily 2+ inches of new snow on our cars. Bea and the other girls headed South and I took the girls back to “The Stalag”. Elle tried persuading me not to drive back but neither she nor I could come up with an alternative.

To be continued...

A NEW YEAR... and finally, a ray of hope (Part 41f)

Because of all of the above plus my disdain for the “conditions“ of Elle’s housing situation, I elected not to go down and visit. I spent Friday and Saturday trying to learn the clothing business well enough so that Mr B could physically leave the store. I don’t remember how I let Elle know. My pay was 75 cents an hour and I think I made $7.50 for two days work. That really helped. The following weekend I did go down to see Elle (and Teresa, her ”shadow“). The girls had been treated very nicely by their mentor teachers in that they had been fed, most nights, by one or the other of them. If there was a benefit it was the fact that they hadn’t had to buy much in the way of food. Elle had never had much, if any, money but when I arrived the girls offered to take me out to eat and then to the movies. It was a first for me. I’d always paid for Elle, at school and at home. It was strange but welcome.

There was no opportunity to really be alone with Elle. When I took the girls back to ”The Stalag“ and after Teresa went inside Elle was afraid that the landlady would be peering at us. So a few kisses and a good feel of one of her breasts through her clothes was as good as it got. I remember thinking that in only three weeks I’d be taking her to her next practice teaching job. I couldn’t wait!

The following weekend Mr B had me stay at the store until 4 pm on Saturday. I’d already told Elle that I’d be at the house around 5pm so it was a good deal for me... more money. It had been snowing lightly all day. I remember it distinctly in that it looked like soap powder... little tiny balls. It was cold and the snow wasn’t sticking to the road at all. As a car would pass me it was like a white dust cloud behind it. When I picked the girls up I was told we were going bowling. The parents of one of the mentor teachers students owned the local alleys and gave her a free pass for up to four people. She, in turn, gave it to the girls. As far as eating was concerned they had food available there and, again, the girls offered to pay. I was on the fraternity bowling team so, to me, it was like practice. We’d bowled a few games and were taking a break when Elle thought she recognized a girl bowling on a different lane. Not one to take the initiative she didn’t pursue it. It was about 10:30pm when we were about to leave that the same girl walked up to us. Elle had been right. It was a girl who was in a lot of Elle’s classes. We got to chatting and found out that she was practice teaching in the town that Elle was to go to for the second part of her teaching assignment. It was a very fortuitous meeting.

The house the girl was living in belonged to her aunt. She asked Elle where she was going to live when she moved down there. When Elle said she wasn’t sure the girl said that she should go live with her aunt. I knew from Elle’s body language that she was comfortable with the girl and when we finally finished talking Elle had the woman’s telephone number. As she walked away I knew Elle was excited about this discovery and she asked if, after she made contact with the woman, I’d drive her down to meet her. All I knew was that just about any place was better than where she was presently living.

We couldn’t believe our eyes when we walked outside. We’d all heard the term ”blizzard“ and had loosely used the term in just about every snow storm we’d witnessed since going away to college. But what we were looking at truly was a blizzard. The wind was blowing the snow almost sideways. From the doorway I couldn’t even see the cars parked at the curb. I knew basically where I’d parked my car and we started off in that direction. The wind was blowing the same direction we were headed and I found myself being propelled forward faster than I wanted to go. I ended up falling down and saw both Elle and Teresa down as well. As stupid as it sounds we ended up crawling back to the car. The trip back to the house should’ve taken 5 minutes and it took about 20 or so. I honestly don’t know where my head was when I decided to try and make it back to school. Maybe it was the fact that it was only 20 miles. In any case, I headed out. The trip, with dry, clear roads, usually took about 25 to 30 minutes. It took almost 2 hours. I came upon a huge snow drift and my first thought was that I was stuck. But the car, a big Buick convertible, weighed over 4000 pounds and I decided to try and bull my way through. In retrospect, it was monumentally stupid. In reality, I was incredibly lucky. I made it... but barely.

When I walked into the house it was deserted, at least as far as the first floor was concerned. It was a little after 1am on a Saturday night and, even though we were known as a ”suitcase college" where a majority of the guys took off to visit campuses inhabited by females on the weekends, I’d never seen a case where everybody left. What made it more puzzling was that when it snowed it usually cut down on those who had to rely on hitching rides. I’d only been in the house a matter of minutes when the phone rang. It was a brother who was stuck, looking for help. There was no way I was going to venture out again so I took his name and where he was. I ended up spending the rest of the night napping on the living room sofa and answering the phone. The next morning there were a total of 6 brothers, including me, who were there. It was like a morgue.

It was officially declared a blizzard. Seventeen inches of snow with winds over 50 miles per hour. The road that I’d driven back from Elle’s was closed for almost three days because of snow drifts. Brothers who had traveled out to various other colleges (that had females) drifted back to school over the next three days. Classes were canceled for both Monday and Tuesday and a liberal leave was granted for Wednesday. Some of the guys who had traveled to schools to the West didn't get back to campus until Thursday. Stories I heard from some of them bordered on being unbelievable.

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A NEW YEAR... and finally, a ray of hope (Part 41e)

Again, long story short... The guy was told to take me in. It was an uncomfortable situation, for sure, but I really didn’t have any options at the time. The next hurdle was to get my money back from the K’s as my room with them had been prepaid. I knew the best course of action was to go to the administration and speak to someone there. Not something I was looking forward to.

Monday turned out to be, as expected, a zoo. The fraternity officers, dressed in suits and ties, reported to the Dean. I, dressed normally, started on my quest to get my money back. Long story short... The fraternity was, again, placed on probation. If you remember the movie Animal House you should remember the “Double Secret Probation” that their house was put under. Well, this was way before Animal House was made but we were put under two different probations. One was social probation which forbid any alcohol or females in the house. The second was an academic probation in which we had to get our overall GPA up to 2.0. I don’t know what it was but it must’ve been below that. I know mine was a 1.6 and only one of the original “Unholy Alliance” was above the 2.0. It was a real kick in the balls. We were also told that if the guy who was in the infirmary didn’t recover it could mean that the charter for the fraternity would be pulled by the school. It was a very somber time.

In my own case... I was out of luck. The lease arrangement that I’d signed with the K’s gave them the right to cancel the lease for “cause” as well as to keep all payments made to date. That meant I’d have to tell my parents because I had to come up with the money to pay the fraternity for my room. I believe it was somewhere around $300. I had, with the $30 I’d made over the weekend, about $50 cash. Not wanting to face having to explain to my parents I went to the house treasurer and asked if I could make partial payments. I don’t think the house by-laws allowed it but he felt sorry for me and said I could. Hearing that it was the first time in two days that I could breath easy.

The atmosphere in the house changed immediately. The fraternity officers took on a whole new persona and that was to more closely monitor the activities of the brothers. Not being able to drink in the house was a big reason things were much calmer but the officers also required that there would be “quiet time” each evening starting at 8pm. No loud music or horsing around would be allowed. The guys who lived in “The Black Hole” were ordered to get rid of the black in the room and to paint it a more normal color. More important, they were required to keep the door open at all times unless they decided to put bunks in and were going to sleep in there. In my case, my new roommate, who had been described as “strange”, was only strange in the eyes of the party-party guys. Even though he was a member of a “Party House”, he had come to college to learn and that’s what he concentrated on. He was a very quiet person and the only “rule” he had for me was that he didn’t want any of my friends (the Unholy Alliance and The Mob) in the room when he was there. By the weekend the change in the house was pretty much accomplished. That’s not to say that there weren’t some loud protests but they were quickly quelled.

For me, in some respects, I was glad for what had taken place. I was never a “leader” but always a “follower” and had allowed myself to be drawn into the group(s). The decree from the officers had given me an “out” and, although I claimed, at least to the group, that I was upset with the new rules, I was secretly glad. But one thing I hadn’t really grasped was my need to put more emphasis on my studies. I was more absorbed with how to make some money to pay for my room at the house. I hadn’t visited with the people who ran the clothing store downtown since returning to school after Christmas. In thinking of money making ideas I thought of the B’s and made a trip to the store. Mr B was there alone and I asked about Mrs B. They lived right upstairs over the store and Mr B said she was confined to the apartment as she’d fallen and hurt her back. My mind went spinning with that news. After saying I was sorry to hear that I asked if he needed any help. His first response was a “no” but after a few minutes he said that he really could use a bit of assistance on Friday afternoons and Saturday mornings. Just about anything would have been a help to me but that was perfect because it wouldn’t interfere with classes or my visits to see Elle. We struck a "deal“ with a handshake and I left feeling very good.

My good luck continued because when I got back to the house I walked in on a meeting of the officers and a few others. The house manager (the person responsible for making sure the building and grounds were taken care of) was no longer living physically in the house and that was a requirement of the job. His ”pay“ was a free room. He’d gotten his girlfriend pregnant at Fall Party and they had gotten married at the mid semester break. They were now living in the married student quarters and therefore not immediately available if there was a problem at the house. He really was good at the job and there were some who wanted to keep him in the position. One of the problems with that was in how to pay him and the other was there wouldn’t be somebody physically in the house if there was a problem. I stood there, listening to the conversations, and eventually spoke up saying that I could be his ”assistant”, leaving him in charge. Another whole long discussion took place and finally they decided that was what they would do provided he was willing to accept what they were willing to pay him. As for me, I probably sold myself short because I said I’d do it for half of what I owed on the room. When it all shook out that was the way it went down. I was happy and the house manager was happy. After all, he was now getting some much needed money in his hands. It was a very interesting week!

To be continued...

A NEW YEAR... from bad to worse (Part41d)

We headed straight for my room. Even though I normally kept spare panties in a metal box under my seat. Because of reasons that I can no longer remember I still had the new panties that I’d bought as a Christmas present hidden in my suitcase up in my room and I desperately wanted her to wear them. I walked into the house with her and told her where she could find my towel and washcloth and where the panties were hidden. I knew Mrs K’s rules and stayed in the foyer. I heard Elle close the bathroom door (I couldn’t see her though). It took about five minutes for her to return to my room. I’d told her that the panties were in my suitcase which was under my bed. I told her that she’d have to lift the bed up by the side rail to be able to pull the case out. (It was a metal framed single bed) As I was standing right under my room I could hear the noise as she attempted to do that. Then I heard her voice and looked up the stairway. She was looking over the rail with my towel wrapped around her waist. When she saw me she said she couldn’t lift the bed and pull the case out at the same time. That didn’t make me very happy. I quickly went into the living room and called to see if Mrs K was there. (The car wasn’t in the driveway). Not hearing an answer I went down the hall to the dining room and called again. Again, no answer. I had to do something. Hoping that no one else was home I ran up the stairs and down the hall to my room. I lfted the side of the bed and Elle pulled the suitcase out. I should’ve left right them and there... but I didn’t. I opened the suitcase and pulled the box of panties out and onto the bed. I opened it up and took the top pair out and handed them to Elle. I just had to see her in them. She turned her back to me as she dropped the towel. I watched as a bulge started in my pants. The door was slightly ajar and I was closest to it when I heard Mrs K asking “Who’s in there?” I didn’t answer. Elle stopped with the panties just about at her knees. Then Mrs K shouted again. I stepped out into the hall, my face flushed. I’m not sure what exactly I said but it was something indicating that it was only me in the room. I could see that she was very upset and when she heard my answer she stepped into the bathroom, quickly returning and holding Elle’s slacks, plastic panties and a pair of her wet panties hanging from one of her fingers. Again, her exact words are long gone but the gist of what she said was that she asked me if those items were mine. I must’ve been beet red by then and all I could do was shake my head. Then she walked past me and opened the door. Elle, thankfully, had pulled the panties all the way up. Mrs K didn’t say a word when she handed Elle’s things to her. When she walked back out she didn’t look at me but as she passed me she told us both to get out of her house and went on down the hall to her room.

I did as I was told and Elle followed me out as soon as she finished dressing. I remember feeling extremely embarrassed. I remember us going back to the fraternity to eat and not enjoying it at all. I also remember talking with Elle about Teresa when I drove her back to “The Stalag”. It was the first time the two of them had been separated since I first drove them there and I asked just what she was doing. The teacher who was her mentor had taken her kids and Teresa to the nearest city. Teresa, being a city girl, had really wanted to practice teach in a city and not out in the “boonies”. Her mentor teacher had promised to take her to see just what that city, as opposed to the BIG CITY, was like. But I knew that she’d be melded with Elle and I for as long as the two were teaching in that town. I wasn’t looking forward to that. Four weeks to go!

I dropped her off and headed right back to the fraternity. The party hadn’t gotten into full swing so I hadn’t missed much. On a comparative basis to the other parties it was a pretty good (read “swinging”) one. Being a bartender had one disadvantage. I couldn’t just up and leave and walk around so I didn’t get to see too much in the way of panty peeks or other activities. The one that I did see was quite memorable. The girl was not the date of one of the brothers so I’d not seen her before. When she arrived (about 11pm) she was drunk. Someone bet her she couldn’t chug-a-lug a pint of beer and she swore she could. All the guys were egging her on. Long story short... she tried and didn’t, spilling a lot down the front of her blouse. For some unknown reason the spilled beer really upset her and before anyone knew it she was peeling it off. (I’m laughing as I write this) Then she handed it to me and told me to rinse the beer out. She was standing right up at the bar and all I could see was this busty, drunk female in just her bra. The guys were cheering like crazy. I don’t remember how long I stood there just staring but I finally walked over to the sink and ran some cold water over it and then wrung it out. When I handed it back to her she just took it from me and walked (as best she could) away. The cheering continued and a whole bunch of the guys followed her up the stairs. It was pretty funny!

We ran out of beer around midnight and the booze was gone soon after. I was pretty drunk by then and with all the cigarette smoke I had a pretty bad headache. After the three of us counted up our profits I decided to go back to my room. When I pulled up in front of the house I saw a whole pile of stuff on the porch. As I approached it I recognized my suitcase. Then I recognized a suit and a jacket... and then my radio, desk lamp and a picture of Elle. My mind was a bit “fuzzy” but I quickly got the message. I’d been kicked out.

I stood there for a minute and then tried the door. Being an old fashioned house it had a vestibule and then an inner door. The outside door was always unlocked and then there was a key hidden on the coat rack that I would use to actually get into the house. I’d never seen the outside door locked but it was when I tried it. I looked at all my stuff not really knowing what to do. Finally, I started carrying it to my car. When I got back to the fraternity the party was still going. I went up to “The Black Hole” to see if anyone knew of a vacant bed. When I got to the door there was a brother passed out in the hall. I stepped over him and went inside. I was told where someone thought there was a bed for me to crash in and I left, again stepping over the guy again. I found the bed and climbed in, clothes and all.

I don’t remember the exact sequence of events the next morning. I think someone woke me up and told me to go downstairs, Anyway, I made it to the stairway landing and saw just about the whole brotherhood there. The president was standing on the stairs blocking my way. It was obvious that it was a serious matter that he was talking about as there were no smiles. Long story short... The guy who I’d stepped over in the hall was now in the infirmary in serious condition. Someone had finally realized that he was in trouble and took him there to be checked out. In turn, they notified someone in the administration that he was suffering from alcohol poisoning. The president was telling us all that he and the other officers, as well as the faculty advisor, were to report to the Dean of the College at 9am the next day (Monday). He went on to warn us that we would very likely be put back on probation and to start preparing for it. The look of gloom was everywhere.

Hearing that sobered me up quickly. On a personal basis I needed to find a place to live and quickly. Because I lived outside the house and, because I was a member of a clique, I really didn’t know much of went went on the house on a day to day basis, especially when it came to the seniors. I got very lucky in that the first person I asked knew that one of the seniors had graduated in January. He thought that his roommate hadn’t filled the vacancy. He warned me that the guy was a little “strange”. At that point I was sure I could handle “strange”. He spent a lot of his time at the library and I went to look for him there. When I found him his immediate reaction was “no”. Somewhat defeated, I returned to the fraternity. It was like a morgue. Party weekend wasn’t officially over until noon and yet there were no signs that it was continuing. Even “The Mob” was quiet. The president was talking to some of the guys and it dawned on me that it was the fraternity, not the room resident, who dictated if a space could/would remain vacant. I waited for the opportunity to talk to him alone and he agreed with me and said he would speak to the guy. I could only sit and wait.

To be continued...

A NEW YEAR... and turning bad early (Part41c)

I was back on Saturday. The only thing I could think of was to have the girls contact the placement office back at their college on Monday to see if the other house that had been approved for them was still available. In the meantime we found the town Library and retreated there so they could get started on preparing for their first classes on Monday. They didn’t want to go back to their room at “The Stalag”. It was a long day. One thing that had changed, at least for me, was that Teresa wasn’t as much of an annoyance as she’d seemed to be the first time I’d met her. It was probably because I felt sorry for her situation.

The call to the college didn’t solve the problem for the girls but some of the teachers at their school felt sorry for their situation and took them under their wings. Elle and Theresa became inseparable. Where there was one there was the other. That became another annoyance to me. Selfishly, since there wasn’t any place for Elle and I to go and to be alone I decided to limit my visits to just Saturday nights. But my "date" was with the two of them.

Back at my college it was the fraternity rush week where the freshmen would visit and we'd make our selections for the new members. I was now a full time member of “The Mob“. Drinking became the main attraction... afternoon, evening and night. We didn't partake in much of the formal rush activities and I think the rest of the fraternity was glad we didn't. I went to all my classes but assignments and study were neglected. I rationalized my behavior by telling myself that if Elle’s situation had been better I would’ve been 20 miles South and visiting with her anyway. I was no longer delivering Joanne's pies so had even more time to devote to "The Mob". Over Christmas Joanne had gotten a boy friend who was more than willing to assume the delivery job. I did meet him and became interested in the relationship as the boy was another that the local school had decided wasn't worthy of being taught. He didn't impress me as unteachable. For some reason it bothered me just as Joanne's situation had when I first met her.

I had mentioned that the Administration at my college had changed and one of the new things they instituted was aligning our vacation and activities schedule to be similar with Ivy League schools. The most noticeable thing was the moving up of Winter House Party to be in February. The students were in agreement with the move because it meant we would still be into Winter and there would be less chance of warm weather disruptions to outside activities. Personally, I was excited because it would mean that I could get Elle away from Teresa and ”The Stalag“. I was even so bold as to think we could reprise our October weekend. But being a ”dreamer“ means having many disappointments. This was to be another.

Elle was never a big fan of House Party weekends. Since she didn’t drink or smoke she looked at them as nothing more than a drunken orgy. I enjoyed them for the fact that I could usually get some really sneaky peeks at panties but, in truth, it was an expense that was hard for me to justify. I broached the subject of another ”special weekend“ like we had in October but Elle had some extra curricular commitments at her school that would’ve made it difficult. On a whim I put my name in to be one of the three bartenders at the fraternity for both Friday and Saturday nights and got it. This was an opportunity to make about $30. (We would buy the cheapest whiskey, put it in empty, more expensive whiskey bottles and then sell shots) I also wanted to attend the hockey game. The fraternity had it’s first varsity hockey player this year and the house wanted to support him. So, I persuaded her to just spend the afternoon with me, promising that we wouldn't get involved at the fraternity.

I went to pick Elle up after she finished up with her school activity. The plan was to just go to the game and then I'd take her back with me returning for my bartendering that evening. The school still didn’t have an artificial ice rink and the game was to be played on the natural ice rink as in the past. Because it was outside and toilets were not readily available I suggested to Elle that she wear a full ”package“ just to be safe. That surprised her because I normally would request that she wear only nylon panties. I did it because I knew there was little chance that I’d get ”up close and personal“ with her in the time I’d be with her and the fact that I knew that when she got really cold she had an even harder time with her ”problem“.

We arrived at the outdoor rink and was somewhat surprised that there weren’t many people there. As they had done the previous year, the game had been moved to a nearby college that had an artificial rink. The officials felt that the ”boards“ surrounding the rink weren’t regulation. I stopped at the fraternity and picked up some of the brothers and their dates and made a mad dash to the other school. It turned out to be a very good game and we won. There were all kinds of celebrations going on and although I was ready to head back, my riders weren’t. From the time I picked Elle up until we were ready to leave it was well over four hours. I knew Elle hadn’t visited a bathroom so asked if she was OK before we headed back to my college. I remember her shaking her head as if to say ”no“ but the look on her face said ”but what can I do about it?”.

One of the guys to whom I’d given a ride told me that his date was sick so I drove them to the Infirmary. When I let them out he gave me his tickets for dinner at the fraternity. I didn’t want to take them but he insisted. It was the one meal that Smitty, our cook, couldn’t screw up; steak and potatoes. I told Elle and she had a bit of a fit, telling me that she was way too wet to be able to do it. I asked if her clothes were wet and she said they weren’t so I suggested that we go back to my room downtown where she could wash up and change into dry panties. I had to really pressure her but she finally agreed.

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A NEW YEAR... and turning bad early (Part41b)

When I got back to the fraternity I found out that the house had been taken off the “social probation” that followed my being thrown into the lake. It seemed like that news took the burden off me as the cause of it. Because no drinking had been allowed in the house it was all being done in the bars downtown. Before Christmas break I hadn’t been joining in with my friends in the “Unholy Alliance” because I had been pretty much in recovery mode from the pneumonia. Because I’d spent so little time at the house during that time I wasn’t really aware of the fact that they had joined with a group of senior brothers known in the house as “The Mob”. To emphasize that name, the room of the leaders was painted black and had nothing but a blue light bulb in the ceiling for light. That night I was “introduced” to them. It was the beginning of whole new period in my life.

I can say, without a doubt, that I spent more time drinking than I did studying over the next two weeks. That’s not a good thing right before final exams. But sometimes good things happen to stupid people. On the Saturday prior to the start of exams a steam pipe that fed the classroom part of the campus failed. When we showed up for the first exam on Monday morning the temperature in the room was about 40 degrees. The instructors tried to start the exam but a group of the guys walked out and headed for the administration building to complain. Long story short... exams were postponed until Thursday and, unbelievably, we had a mini blizzard that made travel and getting around almost impossible. It killed me because I knew Elle was finished with her exams but I actually took advantage of the extra time and made a half hearted attempt to prepare for the exams. BUT... the really bad part was that the delay was cutting into the time that was to be our intersession break. AND... in spite of the promise of “special time” that Elle had made, I soon found out that it wasn’t going to happen.

Elle found out that she had to report to the school where she was going to practice teach on that Friday, the day of my last exam. I’d promised to take both her and her new roommate, Teresa, and their things down, thinking that it would be on that Sunday. Another “plan” vaporized. There was a teachers meeting scheduled after classes that day to introduce the girls and to give them their first assignment. Fortunately, my exam was first thing in the morning. The weather cooperated and I managed to get them there in time. I waited for them to finish up as I still had to help the girls get settled in where they were going to live.

It was still light out when they emerged from the school, somewhat overwhelmed. That was nothing compared to what they were in for. When I brought the girls to visit a few weeks earlier they were comfortable with their choice of a residence. That changed almost immediately after we arrived. They knocked on the door and were welcomed in. I had Elle’s bag and started to follow behind them but before I got through the door I was told I couldn’t come in. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing when she said that her “rules” didn’t allow any males into the house. I know I made some sort of a remark and Elle tried to explain that all I was doing was carrying her suitcase into her room. It did no good. To put it mildly, I was pissed. But that was only the beginning.

I helped as much as I could, bringing their clothes and supplies to the door. Then I just waited in the car. It was close to an hour until I saw Elle again. The look on her face wasn’t that of terror but it was close. Terry followed her and they ended up sitting in the car with me. What I heard from them was just as unbelievable as me not being allowed to carry the suitcase into the house.

They wondered what happened to the “nice lady” that they’d met a few weeks prior. As soon as all their things were unloaded from the car and into their room the lady sat them down and went over the “house rules”. It turned out that it wasn’t a residence as much as a POW camp. The kitchen privleges did not include using the stove or oven. They had part of one shelf in the refrigerator and in the pantry. There was to be no eating in their room. The girls knew that their curfew was to be the same as if they were at the sorority but the “house rules” were that all lights were to be out at the same time. They could only make collect calls from the phone and were only allowed a total of six incoming calls a week between the two of them. They could only do their wash on Saturday mornings and had to time their showers to no more than 5 minutes each. There was a LOT more but I don’t remember all of the other petty things they were saddled with. I do remember Teresa calling it a Stalag as her older brother had been a German prisoner of war in WWII.

As you can imagine, the girls were mightily upset. I was too but I really didn’t know what to do for them. We ended up going down town to get something to eat and that brought up one of their major concerns... eating. They had fully expected that they would be cooking for themselves and had budgeted for that. We sat and talked until the place closed up at around 9pm. The girls didn’t really want to go back to the house but there was no other choice. They still had to make up their beds and sort out their things. There was nothing that I could do for them. As I drove the 20 miles back I couldn’t help but feel sorry for all three of us. It was going to be a LONG eight weeks.

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A NEW YEAR... off to a slow start (Part41a)

Starting on New Years day it seemed like Elle and I were on two separate tracks. I got to see her for a few hours on New Years and then had to make a visit to my grandparents. Elle went to visit some old school friends and didn’t get back until after 9pm and didn’t call me. Thursday, she worked for her mother and Fred , my boarding school friend and his girlfriend, Liz, came out to check on her parents Summer home. I spent the afternoon with them and we ended up at a small tavern to get a bite to eat. Fred had quite a few beers and Liz wasn’t about to let him drive his father’s T-Bird back to their house. She couldn’t drive a stick shift and looked to me to help her out. The only thing I could think of was to invite them back to my house for the night even though it would mean not being alone with Elle. My mother, always the accommodating one when it came to company, had no problem with it. Calls were made to their parents and everything was set. There was one good thing that came from them staying over and that was I caught a glimpse of Liz slipping on one of my mother's night gowns. I was too far away to know what kind of panties she was wearing but it was still a nice vision to go to bed with.

Friday, I went to my grandfather’s to go with him to watch his new horse be shipped off to North Carolina to AJ’s stable. It was a mild day and after the horse left I was asked if I wanted to jog some horses. It’d been over three months since I’d been behind a horse so I jumped at the chance. Elle knew I was going to be tied up early but there was no way to let her know I was spending time into the afternoon. By the time I got home there was no one at Elle’s. I stayed home waiting for her return. It was after 10pm when I saw a car go past and into her driveway. I went over and found that she’d gone shopping for the last of the clothes she’d need for her semester long practice teaching stint that was coming up. I got to see her as she modeled the clothes for me but there was no “up close and personal” time. On Saturday, I was “elected” to take my brother back to his boarding school. My mother said that I’d been ignoring him all throughout the vacation and she’d wanted me to spend some time with him. The timing of it couldn’t have been worse. I was going to ask Elle to go along but my mother said “no”, and that was it. When I got back and had eaten supper I went over to Elle’s but found that she was fighting a cold and her mother wanted her to go to bed early as we were headed back to college first thing in the morning. Lying in bed I couldn’t believe how little I’d seen of Elle since our wonderful night. Believe it or not, I was actually looking forward to getting back to school.

The return trip was uneventful. There wasn’t all that much snow on the ground when we got to Elle’s sorority. It almost seemed like it had stopped snowing up there as soon as we left to go home. Before I left Elle gave me her exam schedule. She had two weeks of classes before they were to begin and she let it be known that if I came over the following weekend that I should be prepared to do some heavy studying. At least she didn’t tell me not to come over.

I was surprised to hear from her during the week. She was in the process of finalizing things for her practice teaching including her living quarters. She’d gotten her first choice of schools and she would be teaching in a town about 20 miles due South of my college. That was good news! Her college had provided her with two “approved” places that she could live but she didn’t want to make a choice without seeing them and meeting her prospective landlord. She wanted to know if I’d come over and get her and take her to see them. All I could think of was “so much for the studying...” and, of course, said "yes".

All the way over to get her that Saturday I visualized finding some time and place where we could have some privacy. I was not expecting to find that we’d have company for the trip. Elle decided that she wanted to know just who her roommate would be so talked one of her sorority sisters into it. She felt it was only fair to ask her to go along. So much for “private time”!

The girl’s name was Teresa and she was truly a city girl. As soon as she opened her mouth you could tell. In the hour and a half it took to get there I’d had more than enough of Teresa. It wasn’t just the accent but it was the fact that she never shut up. Have you ever known someone who asked a question and then proceeded to answer it? That was Teresa. As quiet as Elle was, Teresa was equally as loud. I couldn’t figure out why Elle had chosen someone like her to spend eight weeks with.

We found the school and then both houses that the college had approved for them to live at. The first one was within minutes (walking) of the school. The landlord was a widowed lady who appeared to be very nice. The girls would have kitchen privileges, access to a washing machine and limited use of the TV. The bedroom was right off the kitchen as was the bathroom. It certainly appeared to be just about perfect to the girls because they said “yes” without visiting the other choice. We then went into the town to see just what was there. We found a luncheonette, much like the Sugar Bowl in their college town, to get a bite to eat. By then I was biting my tongue to keep from saying something to Teresa that I’d regret.

It was late afternoon by the time we got back to the sorority. After Teresa left the car I pleaded with Elle to let me have some time with her. She said she was too far behind in her school work but promised that we’d have some “special time” (her words) during the semester break. There was nothing I could say. She controlled what I craved. My drive back to school was filled with fantasies of what that “special time” would be like. It was only a little more than two weeks. I hoped I wouldn’t “explode” before then.

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WINTER... way too soon (Part 40j)

If there was one thing that I really had to look forward to was that her parents always went out to visit friends on New Years Eve. I spent the whole day trying to get things back to where they had been when we were on our weekend together. I even got her to admit that it was the best time we’d spent together. I even got her to say that she’d like to do it again. So, with that imbedded into my mind I, again, started to fantasize what we could/would do that night.

Because Elle’s parents were going to friends for dinner before their party, my mother invited her to eat with us. When we were through she, naturally, asked what our plans were. Elle was on board with the “plan” to go back to her house so when I lied and said we were going to the movies she didn’t bat an eye. The problem was that Elle’s house was in the wrong place. (It was a dead end road and her house was in the opposite direction of the way we had to go to get to the movies) So, that meant we had to go in the right direction and I had to park the car in the driveway of an empty house and we had to walk (sneak) back to Elle’s.

I still had the box with the new panties and before we left the car I took a pair and put them in my pocket. Always the optimist! It was a different Elle once we got our coats off. I dipped down and ran my hand up under her skirt and was surprised that she had on a pair of her heavy cotton panties. I wanted to ask why but, because of her contrariness of the past few days decided to keep my mouth shut. It was good move.

She hadn’t told me but her mother had moved her into the back bedroom. So when we got upstairs I was surprised when she headed there. In one way it was good because we could put a light on without my parents noticing. I helped her get undressed and, even in the heavy cotton panties, she looked good. On the corner of her dresser was her Brownie camera. Seeing it reminded me that I’d taken that picture of her on the bed when we were in the city. She’d not said anything about it so I assumed that she didn’t really know that I’d taken it. I asked what she’d done with the film with her city pictures and she said it was in her pocket book and was going to wait to get it developed until she got back to college. Hearing that I jumped in and told her I had a way to get them developed for free. It was lie, of course, but she gave me two rolls. All I could think of was that I was “saved“.

I then picked up the camera and pointed it at her standing there in just her bra and panties. I thought for sure that she’d scream ”NO!“ but she didn’t. I think I even asked her if I could take one. My bulge had been noticeable but with that it went right ”to attention“. I was actually shaking when I put the camera up to my eye. She had a flashbulb in place so when I pushed the button the room exploded in light. I couldn’t believe that she’d let me do it. In fact, I think I asked her if there was film in the camera. She laughed and said there was and that it was color. When they were sightseeing, my mother had insisted in buying a roll of color film for her. But, now I had to get that developed as well.

When we were about to get ”down to business“ I suggested that she use the toilet. I expected that she’d sit on the toilet and, for me, pee through the panties. I even thought about pulling the new panties out and asking her to put them on or, at least over the cotton ones. But, I didn’t want to add a new dimension to what was going on. I followed her into the bathroom and was dumbfounded when she proceeded to step into the bathtub. Facing me, she reached over and pulled me towards her. I had my hands on her waist and then she took one and put it between her legs. Within seconds her warm pee was flowing over my hand. After a few seconds I slid it up and into her crotch and began to rub. A few seconds later my finger was inside and into the ”slot“. She just stood there the whole while. But a few seconds of rubbing inside the panties she pulled away. She grabbed a towel and wiped down her legs and feet and stepped out of the tub. I followed her into her room and watched as she spread the towel on the bed and climbed up on it. On her back she motioned for me to follow her. As I did she turned out the light. (10).

It had been over two months since that great weekend. Even though I'd fantasized about having a moment like this I found myself shaking as I played with her privates. It didn't take long for her to let me know she was "ready". Even though she was just done with her period she wanted me to put on "protection". That... was a mistake! In my rush to get it on I managed to come. I couldn't believe it and, to some degree, she couldn't either. With the lights out we lay there cuddling until I felt a bit of "life". Then I started in to "play" with her and in a short while found myself "all pumped up" again. Just to be on the safe side Elle decided to use the toilet. I know she thought I had another rubber but I didn't. I was on my back when she returned and she had to climb over me but I stopped her when she was right on top of me I stopped her. Somehow, I managed to get her positioned right over my penis and had her lower herself down on me. I'd never done it this way and I can tell you that it was an incredible feeling. I remember the pressure of her inner body swallowing me up. As she slowly raised and lowered herself on me I just lay there and enjoyed the moment. I don't know how long it was before I came. It probably wasn't all that long but she stayed on me until my penis slipped out of her. It was a totally different experience... and well worth the wait.

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WINTER... way too soon (Part 40i)

Elle had brought her alarm clocks that she used to wake herself up periodically during the night. As tired as she was I was sure she’d ignore the alarms so I took them with me. My parents got home just before the first one was to go off so I had my mother go in and get Elle up. The second one went off around 5am. I made sure my parents door was closed before I went in to wake Elle. I shut the door behind me and then proceeded to climb in bed with her. It was a tight fit as it was a single bed and she was pretty well sprawled out. I probably played with one of her breasts for almost a minute before she moaned. Then I kissed her and that got a desired result. That’s all it took for me to get a “rise”. I was able to get my hand down into her plastic panties and found her to be dry. As I tried to wiggle my finger into more “fertile land“ she became fully awake and realized that she really should go to the bathroom. I knew it too and should’ve followed her into the bathroom. I was hoping that she would leave the cotton and plastic panties behind when she came back but she didn’t. When I asked her why I think she said that she didn’t think of it or something like that. Another disappointment and, unfortunately, I let her know it. That didn’t help my case. I remember her telling me that I should leave before my parents woke up. Knowing that I wasn’t going to get anywhere with her I left.

I was so upset that I couldn’t go back to sleep. I watched it get light out and, shortly thereafter, saw a head in the doorway. It was Elle. She came over to the sofa and sat down on the side of it. She was very apologetic and bent over to kiss me. Being young and immature, I, stupidly, ignored her. She got back up and I didn’t see her again until I heard my parents. She was fully dressed by then. My parents had decreed that we go to our old church ”for old times sake“. It was more than that as they were planning on giving the furniture and things that they didn’t want from the apartment to the church for their ”White Elephant Shop“. Following the service my father and I were to meet with a man who had a truck to bring the items back to the church and Elle and my mother were going back into the city for sight-seeing. So it wasn’t until supper time that I saw Elle again. I realized that I had acted stupidly and now it was my turn to apologize. She, graciously, accepted and we all had a good time eating out at another of my mother’s favorite restaurants.

The plan was for my mother, Elle and I to take the morning train back home. The movers were there about the time the three of us were ready to leave. My father was to supervise the loading of the furniture and was to then drive back to my grandparents house where they would be stored. Elle was only going as far as her roommate Nancy’s house. The doctor who had done the medical procedure on her bladder had his office only a few miles away and it would save Elle’s mother a trip. For me it meant another ”lost“ day as far as time with Elle was concerned. There wasn’t much I could say or do.

I picked Elle up at the train on Tuesday night. It seemed like things were back to ”normal“, whatever that was. We were glad to see each other and we spent more than a minute in a long embrace. I knew it was good when I felt the bulge in my pants. We had both committed to going to a retirement party that night for a teacher that we both admired. It did accomplish one good thing for us in that we didn’t have to justify to Elle’s parents why we were going out. We made quick time of the party, leaving before a lot of the guests even arrived. I’d decided to park in our old space up at the abandoned garage. Even though there was no foliage to hide the car, the fact that all the homes down in that area were Summer bungalows and there was no one presently occupying them meant there was little chance of being seen. This was our first time ”parking“ in what was now my ”new“ car. The leather seat was cold when you first sat on it but it did have two big advantages. One was that it was far more roomy than either of my other cars. The second was that if Elle did ”leak“ it wouldn’t stain the seat. I had taken all the towels from the Merc so putting them down took care of the coldness.

I couldn’t wait for this moment as I still had the new panties to give to Elle. I’d retrieved them from the trunk and had them in the back seat. After parking the car I slid over to Elle’s side and we started to get involved. It was just getting ”interesting“ when I broke away and reached over the seat to get the box of panties. She didn’t know what was going on but when she saw the Christmas paper started smiling. Because it was a convertible, there was no dome light and I wanted to see the look on her face when she opened it. I couldn’t see all that well but she seemed pleased, at least at first. I was sure she’d note the difference in them as opposed to her other nylon panties but I wasn’t expecting the reaction I got. She thought the design of the crotch was ”strange“. I jumped in and I told her I thought it was ”sexy”. I don’t think I’d ever used that term in her presence before and she took a bit of umbrage with it. So, in a matter of a few minutes we’d gone from knocking on the door of being “up close and personal” to me defending her Christmas present. I’d fantasized having her try a pair on and it wasn’t looking all that good.

I remember taking the box from her and putting it on the seat beside me and then concentrated on getting back to where we’d been. We ended up doing a lot of snuggling but little else. After a while she became concerned about using a toilet and that surprised me. In the past she’d just step out of the car and pee through her panties when with me. When she told me she wanted to go to either my house or hers to use the bathroom I was floored. I could tell from the tone of her voice when I tried to protest that it would be useless to pursue it. Over the previous few days I’d seen a change in her that I didn’t understand or like. As we drove the short distance to her house I wondered if she’d ever wear the panties. From time to time I’d heard my father complain about the way women think and didn’t really understand what he meant. I was beginning to understand.

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WINTER... way too soon (Part 40h)

Christmas day was totally scheduled for my brother and I from the time we got up until about 4pm. We opened our presents (90% clothes) and then left for my grandparents and Christmas dinner. We were both excused at 4pm. I drove my “new car” home and went immediately over to Elle’s. We had to be “social” until her parents went to bed around 9:30pm, or so. Elle had thought of a few places she wanted to see in the city so we mostly discussed that. I had found out that we were headed for the city on Saturday and that the movers were coming on Monday. After all the stuff was loaded we’d be returning home so we’d be back by New Years Eve.

Not much happened between Elle and I over the next two days. I spent a lot of time helping my father rearrange things in my grandparents carriage house so that the stuff from the apartment would fit. It was worth it as my father gave me some money for my efforts. By the night before we were to leave for the city a bit of a plan had been worked out. My mother wanted one last night “out on the town” and Saturday night was to be it. We were going to drive to the city, eat lunch and then my mother was to pick out some things she didn’t really need or want in the apartment. We’d get changed and then take a taxi into the city. My father was to make reservations at my mother’s favorite restaurant (I actually remember the name of it!) and then we’d all go to a night club to finish out the night. It sounded like fun.

The apartment was in excellent shape when we got there. When we’d moved back home my parents had taken some of the furniture so it looked a little barren to me when we walked in. I remembered it when it was fully furnished. The minister, living alone, didn’t need as much as a family of four so it made sense. I’d been forewarned that I’d be sleeping on the sofa but I still had some ideas of my own on how Elle and I could get close, even if for only a short time. Elle’s periods were usually bad and long. For some reason, this one wasn’t as bad as usual. I remember her telling me after lunch that she thought it might be over. I’d been going on the premise that it would be around until New Years Eve which was about normal for her. Of course I was very excited.

It turned out to be a wonderful day. My father accomplished what he’d wanted to and my mother was pleased that she got to eat at her favorite restaurant. I’d been to the night club before as we'd visited a few times when I was younger so recognized some of the men in the Dixieland Jazz band that played there. I was embarrassed when they came over and talked about remembering me as a “little squirt”. By 11pm Elle was fading fast
and so was I. We’d gotten up around 6am and we’d done a lot. My parents didn’t really want to leave so my mother suggested that Elle and I take a cab back to the apartment. I couldn’t believe my ears. My tiredness went away, instantly.

We were lucky to get a cab right away. My mind was churning a mile a minute thinking of just what we would do when we got to the apartment. Elle didn’t share in my excitement as she fell asleep within minutes of getting in the cab. It was about a half hour ride and I had a hard time waking Elle up when we got there. But that didn’t deter me from my fantasies. As with the last visit Elle had made to the city to visit I was relegated to the living room sofa to sleep. It was one of the few pieces of furniture that hadn’t been moved in anticipation of the move. Elle was to sleep in my brothers old bed in what had been our shared bedroom. Before we left to eat she had laid out all her clothes for sleeping... her cotton panties, sanitary pads, plastic panties and her pajamas. The pajamas reminded me of a candy cane as they were red and white stripes. We went right into my old bedroom and I asked her if I could help her get undressed. She didn’t resist. It had been two months since the weekend we spent together and I was relishing the thought of seeing her in her bra and panties again. I my excitement was obvious... at least to me. I looked over at my old bed with the clothes laid out on it and saw her Brownie camera lying in her suitcase. I got an immediate brainstorm but wasn’t sure what she’d think of it. I helped her off with her blouse and to step out of her skirt and slip. I was waiting for her to slip out of her bra but she didn’t. She asked for her pajama top and, reluctantly, handed it to her. As soon as I did she flopped back onto the bed. I was a bit disappointed but as she positioned herself down the middle of the bed I saw her start to close her eyes. I was going to say something but, on the spur of the moment, grabbed her camera. I went to the end of the bed and was just about to take a picture when she sleepily opened her eyes. I didn’t hesitate even a second and pushed the button.

I had no idea if it would work when I pushed the button but the flash did go off. I remember Elle blinking and asking what it was. She was really groggy. I was so nervous that she might be mad at me that I have no idea what I said. But, my fanciful ideas of what we would do once back in the apartment quickly went down the drain as she closed her eyes again. I went and sat down next to her, bending over to kiss her but didn’t get much of a response. I tried shaking her but I got about the same response. She was lying there in just her panties (nylon) and pajama tops. I knew I had to get her to go to the bathroom and get her “package” on before she fell completely asleep. It was a struggle to get her up and to the toilet. Once there she became more responsive and did help me get her cotton panties, pads and plastic panties on. I got her back in bed when she remembered her pajama bottoms. That was another process, trying to get them up around her waist while she was lying on her back. I was one frustrated young man when I turned off the light and shut the door!

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