LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18i)
We sat in the front seat, winter coats on, and just looked at each other. I finally reached out and tried to pull Elle closer. Eventually she snuggeld in and, still sitting and facing forward, opened her coat. As I remember it we talked about trivial things... until Elle sat up and reached for the door. Both of us had lost track of time but her bladder hadn't. She tried opening the door but it hit the side of the garage and she couldn't get out. It only took a few seconds but she was in a full blown panic as she tried climbing over me to open my door. The problem was I was still behind the steering wheel and that wasn't going to work. I tried to calm her down as I tried opening the door. I remember her yelling "HURRY! I'm going!".
Even after all these years I still don't know what came over me at that moment. I had my right hand on her hip trying to push her off me while I tried the door handle. When the door opened I put my left hand on her other hip and, more or less, held her there. She had one knee between my legs and was squirming, trying to get me to move and to get out. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" still resonates in my mind. I slid towards her side and as I did she then tried to finish climbing over me. That's when I really grabbed and held her. I didn't expect her to capitulate so readily. She stopped fighting and just relaxed, straddling me. Within seconds I could feel the warmth of her pee across my groin. Within seconds we were kissing passionately.
Reason took over after a while and we took our coats off, trying to keep them somewhat dry. As we did Elle started laughing... and so did I. My pants were soaked and so was part of Elle's skirt. We didn't know what else to do... except to laugh. The car heater was keeping us warm as we tried to figure out what to do. There was no way my pants were going to get dry but I took them off anyway. I persuaded Elle to take her skirt (and slip) off by telling her I thought we could get them dry by the time she had to be home. I put the glove campartment (I'm really dating myself here) door down and hung the skirt so the blower from the heater would hit the wet area. But the real question was what were we going to do with ourselves for the rest of the evening. I checked the time and it was around 9pm or so. Three hours to go.
Needless to say my "bulge" was more like a mountain within my underpants. Our wetness wasn't a problem for the front seat as it was covered with plastic seat covers. However, the back seat was cloth. Over the summer we'd left a stain or two but if we moved back there, since I didn't have anything to put under us, it would be a big one. I saw my coat lying back there. The next thing we knew we were both in the back seat.
We took our usual positions... me sitting with Elle lying on her right side across my lap... and my right hand in her crotch, fingers massaging her wet panties. Time is irrelevant here but it wasn't long before I'd worked Elle up to a "fever pitch". She tried to move my hand but I wouldn't let her. Even when she pushed her way up to a semi sitting position I wouldn't let up with my fingers. When she finally made it up to a full sitting position she immediately came over to straddle me. We'd only had the one time right before leaving for college and she'd been lying down across the back seat. She worked her lower body right up into my groin and was kissing me far more passionately than I could remember. I was certainly enjoying it! Then, quite suddenly, she backed away and, grabbing my penis, attempted to get it inside her panty leg. It didn't work at first so she then used two hands. I was holding my breath, praying I wasn't going to come. But, all the "action" was just too much for me... and I could feel the pulsing as I "exploded". She didn't realize it and continued, frantically trying to get me inside her. It just wasn't to be.
To say we were both disappointed is putting it mildly. I was probably more embarassed than anything else. What we were faced with was another mess and basically nothing to use to clean ourselves up with. The only relatively dry thing to use we had was my T shirt. Like my coat, it too was sacrificed. After we'd done the best we could we climbed back into the front seat and tried to figure out just waht to do now. Elle's slip and skirt had dried but when she put the skirt up to her nose she winced. Actually, she was in better shape than I was in that her parents would be asleep when she got home. It was what to do with the clothes that had gotten wet that was the problem. For me, my pants and underpants were wet (and cold) as well as my coat. How to explain that to my parents was my dilemma. I didn't have a clue. Elle proceeded to get dressed and I, as much as I dreaded it did too. Even with the heat inside the car, the cold, clammy feeling was terrible. By then it was after 11pm which meant that the movie was over. Taking Elle home early, although unusual, wouldn't create another problem so we decided on that.
I left her off at the end of her driveway and watched her disappear into the house. I sat in the car until I saw the light go on in her room and then drove off. I don't know what triggered the idea but I suddenly remembered that I had a key to my house on the car keychain. I quickly doubled back and pulled into my driveway. The outdoor cold "attacked" my wet pants as I ran up the walkway. I'd taken about half my clothes to college with me so it wasn't hard to find another pair of pants. The underwear drawer was almost bare but I did find one pair of underpants that fit. Now the problem was in what to do with the wet things. As I pulled on the dry pants I thought of the attic. I made a quick trip up there and stowed the wet things under the eaves. Now I had to remember they were there! My coat was another, totally different, problem. I really only had one winter coat and, even though it didn't look bad, a quick "sniff" told another story. But what was I to do...
To be continued...
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18h)
By the time the girls finally came downstairs it was after 11am. I gave Elle a hug and a peck on the cheek, still wary of her mother's disdain for displaying affection. There was a lot I wanted to talk with Elle about but, with Nan present, that wasn't possible. To make "small talk" I asKed how their trip home was. That started something as both answered at once. The long and short of it was that the guy driving drove like a maniac and smoked like a chimney. Nan volunteered that on top of that he was a real "creep" in that he wouldn't stop for Elle to use a rest room on the last part of the trip because "he had a date". I looked at Elle and got the impression that she would've been happier to tell that part to me herself. They went on to say that they weren't going back with him and would be taking the train. I had no idea how to get to Elle's college by train but I did know that the only train leaving our town left at 6am. They had pretty much worked out the details on their own. That news meant that I would only have the rest of the day (and night) and Saturday with Elle and that I had to share her with Nan. It seemed like I couldn't catch a break.
While eating lunch Nan got a call from an old boyfriend and would be spending the afternoon with him. Elle and I wanted to make contact with some friends and also to try to solidify jobs for the Christmas break. Even though we were together there wasn't much chance to have "private time". When we returned we found that Nan had a "date" for that night. We'd talked during our travels that afternoon and had hoped that might be the case. When it worked out that way we were able use the "scripted" plans we'd discussed for the evening. We told her parents that we were going to the movies but we had no intention of going. In the Summer, whenever we'd go to the movies, Elle's mother would always ask what it was about the following day. With me having just seen a local movie the night before we knew we were "covered" for that contingency. At last I was happy!
I deliberately arrived late (after 7pm) in order to give us more time. The movies started at 7pm and 9pm. We'd used this ploy during the Summer as well. There was one other thing though. Curfew for Elle had been extended to midnight. Elle (and Nan) had pleaded with Elle's mother to use the same curfew as at college. On Saturday nights it was midnight so, reluctantly, she agreed. I want to say that I remember Elle being "anxious" when I picked her up. I know I was. Even with a couple of hours time to plan for our time together I showed up without a clue. We drove away from her house with each of us asking the other "Where do you want to go?". The most obvious (and closest) was at the abandoned garage where we'd spent most of our "personal" time at the end of the Summer. I was concerned because with Winter upon us all the foliage that had camafloged us during the Summer was gone. We were both still leery of our old spot by the creek because of the incident where a car had driven in upon us. The other choices were by the closed Boy Scout camp and down at the sailing club. As silly as it seems we ended up at the Sweet Shop next to the movies. We hadn't gotten to the point of arguing but we needed a "break". After sodas we actually decided to go back to our own home are. As a Summer community almost all the homes were closed up and vacant. There was a house just down the beach from mine that I remembered had an open shed attached to the garage. There was enough ambient light for me to traverse the driveway and to park under the shed. By then we were both very, very anxious. For sure, part of it was from nerves. But, I think we both remembered, and longed for, the intimate moments we'd briefly shared over the past three months. The problem was that neither of us wanted to make the first "move".
To be continued...
By the time the girls finally came downstairs it was after 11am. I gave Elle a hug and a peck on the cheek, still wary of her mother's disdain for displaying affection. There was a lot I wanted to talk with Elle about but, with Nan present, that wasn't possible. To make "small talk" I asKed how their trip home was. That started something as both answered at once. The long and short of it was that the guy driving drove like a maniac and smoked like a chimney. Nan volunteered that on top of that he was a real "creep" in that he wouldn't stop for Elle to use a rest room on the last part of the trip because "he had a date". I looked at Elle and got the impression that she would've been happier to tell that part to me herself. They went on to say that they weren't going back with him and would be taking the train. I had no idea how to get to Elle's college by train but I did know that the only train leaving our town left at 6am. They had pretty much worked out the details on their own. That news meant that I would only have the rest of the day (and night) and Saturday with Elle and that I had to share her with Nan. It seemed like I couldn't catch a break.
While eating lunch Nan got a call from an old boyfriend and would be spending the afternoon with him. Elle and I wanted to make contact with some friends and also to try to solidify jobs for the Christmas break. Even though we were together there wasn't much chance to have "private time". When we returned we found that Nan had a "date" for that night. We'd talked during our travels that afternoon and had hoped that might be the case. When it worked out that way we were able use the "scripted" plans we'd discussed for the evening. We told her parents that we were going to the movies but we had no intention of going. In the Summer, whenever we'd go to the movies, Elle's mother would always ask what it was about the following day. With me having just seen a local movie the night before we knew we were "covered" for that contingency. At last I was happy!
I deliberately arrived late (after 7pm) in order to give us more time. The movies started at 7pm and 9pm. We'd used this ploy during the Summer as well. There was one other thing though. Curfew for Elle had been extended to midnight. Elle (and Nan) had pleaded with Elle's mother to use the same curfew as at college. On Saturday nights it was midnight so, reluctantly, she agreed. I want to say that I remember Elle being "anxious" when I picked her up. I know I was. Even with a couple of hours time to plan for our time together I showed up without a clue. We drove away from her house with each of us asking the other "Where do you want to go?". The most obvious (and closest) was at the abandoned garage where we'd spent most of our "personal" time at the end of the Summer. I was concerned because with Winter upon us all the foliage that had camafloged us during the Summer was gone. We were both still leery of our old spot by the creek because of the incident where a car had driven in upon us. The other choices were by the closed Boy Scout camp and down at the sailing club. As silly as it seems we ended up at the Sweet Shop next to the movies. We hadn't gotten to the point of arguing but we needed a "break". After sodas we actually decided to go back to our own home are. As a Summer community almost all the homes were closed up and vacant. There was a house just down the beach from mine that I remembered had an open shed attached to the garage. There was enough ambient light for me to traverse the driveway and to park under the shed. By then we were both very, very anxious. For sure, part of it was from nerves. But, I think we both remembered, and longed for, the intimate moments we'd briefly shared over the past three months. The problem was that neither of us wanted to make the first "move".
To be continued...
Thursday, January 25, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the fall (Part 18g)
Thanksgiving day was brutally long and boring. I tried to persuade my father to drive me home to get my car but he'd already made up his mind. My brother and I ended up playing dominoes and solitare most of the day and then went to the movies that night. True to his word my father did get up early Friday and drove me home to get the car. It needed a "jump" to start but other than that it was fine. I knew Elle (and Nan) wouldn't be up that early, especially with no classes so took an early morning drive. It sure felt good to be driving again. I arrived back at Elle's house around 10 am and the girls still weren't up. I always had a hard time making conversation with Elle's mother but, on this day, she was full of questions about college. Answering questions was always easier than trying to think of something to say. We were so involved that we didn't see Nan appear in the kitchen doorway. She was looking for some asprin as she'd woken up with a headache. I was surprised at what she was wearing (or not wearing, depending upon your point of view). From where I was sitting all I could see was a flannel shirt that she was holding closed with one hand. She kind of hung in the doorway until Elle's mother gave her the asprin. At that point she stepped into the kitchen and, for some unknown reason, let the shirt go open. I caught a glimpse of one of her breasts (very tiny) and a side view of her panties (white nylon). I wasn't prepared for that. When she turned to leave, instead of staying turned towards the sink she turned back towards the middle of the kitchen and gave me a full frontal view of her panties. She did have the front of the shirt clapsed in one hand again but my interest was definitely on her midsection. The one vivid memory of that was the crotch line. Not that I'd seen all that many actually while on a girl, but this was definitely higher than I remembered. I quickly made another notation in my mind to try and find who made them. Elle's mother noticed the look on my face and when I realized that she did I blushed as red as a tomato.
Neither Elle's mother or I thought to ask if Elle was awake. It wasn't long before Nan was back to tell us that the upstairs toilet was clogged. I remember Elle's mother having a scowl on her face after hearing that. She retrived the plunger from the downstairs bathroom and then gave me a sort of pleading look. She asked if I knew how to do it. I'd had plenty of experience as one of our toilets had a problem that way. I took the plunger and followed Nan upstairs. THAT... was a trip! I couldn't have scripted it better even in one of my fantasies. My eyes never left her butt, step after step. In thinking about it I'm surprised I didn't trip up the stairs. I'd mentioned earlier that her front crotchline was higher than I'd ever seen before. Well, I was sort of expecting the same for the rear but I was disappointed. It was still the longest and closest view I'd ever had.
The bathroom was on the right at the top of the stairs. Nan went on into the bedroom and I went into the bathroom. Truthfully, I wasn't looking forward to the job. Seeing Nan's panties surely helped but the thing that made it really OK was what I saw in the bathtub. There was a pile of wet sheets and, draped over the end by the toilet, panties. It was obvious that Elle had "missed" during the night. I went up by the toilet and found I couldn't take my eyes off the panties. What really caught my eye was that it was really two. It was one of the "packages" that Elle wore at night. I knew that the panties had been loaned to Elle by her roommate, Carol, but I'd never really seen them up close. I looked in the toilet and, even though I'd expected the worst, I was only looking at pee and toilet paper. I flushed it and then plunged it a few times and watched as it successfully went down. I immediately turned back to the panties. I reached into the tub and picked them up. My curiosity was in finding out who made them. They looked like the Carter's Spanky Pants that I was familiar with but, when I'd felt them on Elle, they'd felt a lot softer. I couldn't believe how heavy the "package" was. When I got them up high enough to see them clearly I realized that they still contained the soaked sanitary pads in. I know I was shaking as I was doing this as the door was wide open. I was probably perspiring as well. I flushed the toilet again to make it seem like I was still working on it. Then I peeled the top pair down looking for the label. "Carole Brent" is what it read. That was a new one on me, not that I was all that knowlegeable in the panty brands game. I quickly dropped them back to where I'd found them and headed downstairs.
To be continued...
Thanksgiving day was brutally long and boring. I tried to persuade my father to drive me home to get my car but he'd already made up his mind. My brother and I ended up playing dominoes and solitare most of the day and then went to the movies that night. True to his word my father did get up early Friday and drove me home to get the car. It needed a "jump" to start but other than that it was fine. I knew Elle (and Nan) wouldn't be up that early, especially with no classes so took an early morning drive. It sure felt good to be driving again. I arrived back at Elle's house around 10 am and the girls still weren't up. I always had a hard time making conversation with Elle's mother but, on this day, she was full of questions about college. Answering questions was always easier than trying to think of something to say. We were so involved that we didn't see Nan appear in the kitchen doorway. She was looking for some asprin as she'd woken up with a headache. I was surprised at what she was wearing (or not wearing, depending upon your point of view). From where I was sitting all I could see was a flannel shirt that she was holding closed with one hand. She kind of hung in the doorway until Elle's mother gave her the asprin. At that point she stepped into the kitchen and, for some unknown reason, let the shirt go open. I caught a glimpse of one of her breasts (very tiny) and a side view of her panties (white nylon). I wasn't prepared for that. When she turned to leave, instead of staying turned towards the sink she turned back towards the middle of the kitchen and gave me a full frontal view of her panties. She did have the front of the shirt clapsed in one hand again but my interest was definitely on her midsection. The one vivid memory of that was the crotch line. Not that I'd seen all that many actually while on a girl, but this was definitely higher than I remembered. I quickly made another notation in my mind to try and find who made them. Elle's mother noticed the look on my face and when I realized that she did I blushed as red as a tomato.
Neither Elle's mother or I thought to ask if Elle was awake. It wasn't long before Nan was back to tell us that the upstairs toilet was clogged. I remember Elle's mother having a scowl on her face after hearing that. She retrived the plunger from the downstairs bathroom and then gave me a sort of pleading look. She asked if I knew how to do it. I'd had plenty of experience as one of our toilets had a problem that way. I took the plunger and followed Nan upstairs. THAT... was a trip! I couldn't have scripted it better even in one of my fantasies. My eyes never left her butt, step after step. In thinking about it I'm surprised I didn't trip up the stairs. I'd mentioned earlier that her front crotchline was higher than I'd ever seen before. Well, I was sort of expecting the same for the rear but I was disappointed. It was still the longest and closest view I'd ever had.
The bathroom was on the right at the top of the stairs. Nan went on into the bedroom and I went into the bathroom. Truthfully, I wasn't looking forward to the job. Seeing Nan's panties surely helped but the thing that made it really OK was what I saw in the bathtub. There was a pile of wet sheets and, draped over the end by the toilet, panties. It was obvious that Elle had "missed" during the night. I went up by the toilet and found I couldn't take my eyes off the panties. What really caught my eye was that it was really two. It was one of the "packages" that Elle wore at night. I knew that the panties had been loaned to Elle by her roommate, Carol, but I'd never really seen them up close. I looked in the toilet and, even though I'd expected the worst, I was only looking at pee and toilet paper. I flushed it and then plunged it a few times and watched as it successfully went down. I immediately turned back to the panties. I reached into the tub and picked them up. My curiosity was in finding out who made them. They looked like the Carter's Spanky Pants that I was familiar with but, when I'd felt them on Elle, they'd felt a lot softer. I couldn't believe how heavy the "package" was. When I got them up high enough to see them clearly I realized that they still contained the soaked sanitary pads in. I know I was shaking as I was doing this as the door was wide open. I was probably perspiring as well. I flushed the toilet again to make it seem like I was still working on it. Then I peeled the top pair down looking for the label. "Carole Brent" is what it read. That was a new one on me, not that I was all that knowlegeable in the panty brands game. I quickly dropped them back to where I'd found them and headed downstairs.
To be continued...
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18f)
Lunch was not a part of the weekend so we ended up at the student Co-Op. We were supposed to meet Billy at his fraternity at 3:30pm for Elle's trip back to her college. After a snack we agreed to study until 2pm or so. I'd offered to escort Elle to the bathroom on each of her trips but she, wisely, declined. Even though it was late October it had warmed up enough so that a light sweater was all that was needed to wear outside. We decided to take advantage of the sun and walked a few yards down the hill below the library. We sat down on the grass and took in the scenery. Elle had pulled her legs up towards her chest and was leaning back on her arms. Oh how I wanted to slide down in front of her and to take a peek. When she closed her eyes I did just that, knowing she wouldn't be happy when she saw where I was. When I finally reached a place where I had a "view" she opened her eyes. She immediately dropped her legs but, surprisingly, was smiling. Over the next few minutes I pleaded with her to let me have a peek. I knew she was teasing me when she'd open her legs for a split second and then close them. After a minute I decided to take "action". I knew she was ticklish and we'd had a sort of "agreement" that I wouldn't tickle her for no reason. I felt that her teasing was reason enough. Once I was on my hands and knees I lept forward ending up on top of her. My fingers immediately went to her ribs. It only took a few seconds for her to give up by saying that she'd do "anything" to make me stop. When I told her I wanted to see her panties she gave me one of those "what in the world for" looks. After looking around in all directions she, again, pulled her legs up. I put my hands on her knees to spread them and she, initially, resisted. Then, surprising me, she just let them fall away to an almost yoga position. We were facing the sun so I had a totally unobstructed view with plenty of light. I can honestly say that it was the first "camel toe" I'd ever seen. Of course at that particular time in my life I didn't know that. It was caused by the fact that Susan's panties were a bit too small for Elle but I know that my memory of those few seconds are forever etched into my brain. With the bright sun I got a great look. They appeared to "shimmer" so I assumed they were nylon. I wanted to touch them so badly but, having won this "battle" I didn't want to push my luck.
To say the weekend was a failure would not be fair. I did enjoy being with Elle even if our innermost desires were denied. There were some definite positives, the most important one being that I'd met Bob and Susan.
There was three and a half weeks of classes until we went home for Thanksgiving. As much as I wanted to see Elle again before then, again, money was an issue. Party weekend had drained what little I had and, in fact, I had to borrowed some. When the next $20 from my grandfather arrived it was mostly gone. Then, Elle expected her period during that time. So, selfishly, I didn't want to spend another frustrating weekend with little or no "satisfaction", and opted not to go at all. There was one other thing and that was I had to pay cash for my ride home of the holiday. As it turned out I had just enough.
The month of November had not been kind to my family back at home. My grandmother's arthritis became accute and, on top of that my grandfather came down with shingles. My grandmother was unable to care for him so my parents decided to move to move in with them to help out. The plan was to be back home by Christmas but I knew I'd staying at my grandparents house for Thanksgiving. That was one problem for me as far as Elle was concerned and that was I would be without my car for at least a day. That meant I wouldn't see her until Friday. Another was that Elle had invited Nan (her high school friend) to come home with her. With Nan's parents in Florida and the holiday from school so short, there was no way for her to visit them. Nan, because she'd decided to attend the same college as Elle so late, wasn't housed in the same area as the majority of the other kids. That, and her class choices didn't match Elle's, kept them apart for most of the time they were at school. This was a way to get caught up... but, as I looked at it, at my expense. Whereas I'd been so looking forward to this vacation I was having my doubts now that it was here.
To be continued...
Lunch was not a part of the weekend so we ended up at the student Co-Op. We were supposed to meet Billy at his fraternity at 3:30pm for Elle's trip back to her college. After a snack we agreed to study until 2pm or so. I'd offered to escort Elle to the bathroom on each of her trips but she, wisely, declined. Even though it was late October it had warmed up enough so that a light sweater was all that was needed to wear outside. We decided to take advantage of the sun and walked a few yards down the hill below the library. We sat down on the grass and took in the scenery. Elle had pulled her legs up towards her chest and was leaning back on her arms. Oh how I wanted to slide down in front of her and to take a peek. When she closed her eyes I did just that, knowing she wouldn't be happy when she saw where I was. When I finally reached a place where I had a "view" she opened her eyes. She immediately dropped her legs but, surprisingly, was smiling. Over the next few minutes I pleaded with her to let me have a peek. I knew she was teasing me when she'd open her legs for a split second and then close them. After a minute I decided to take "action". I knew she was ticklish and we'd had a sort of "agreement" that I wouldn't tickle her for no reason. I felt that her teasing was reason enough. Once I was on my hands and knees I lept forward ending up on top of her. My fingers immediately went to her ribs. It only took a few seconds for her to give up by saying that she'd do "anything" to make me stop. When I told her I wanted to see her panties she gave me one of those "what in the world for" looks. After looking around in all directions she, again, pulled her legs up. I put my hands on her knees to spread them and she, initially, resisted. Then, surprising me, she just let them fall away to an almost yoga position. We were facing the sun so I had a totally unobstructed view with plenty of light. I can honestly say that it was the first "camel toe" I'd ever seen. Of course at that particular time in my life I didn't know that. It was caused by the fact that Susan's panties were a bit too small for Elle but I know that my memory of those few seconds are forever etched into my brain. With the bright sun I got a great look. They appeared to "shimmer" so I assumed they were nylon. I wanted to touch them so badly but, having won this "battle" I didn't want to push my luck.
To say the weekend was a failure would not be fair. I did enjoy being with Elle even if our innermost desires were denied. There were some definite positives, the most important one being that I'd met Bob and Susan.
There was three and a half weeks of classes until we went home for Thanksgiving. As much as I wanted to see Elle again before then, again, money was an issue. Party weekend had drained what little I had and, in fact, I had to borrowed some. When the next $20 from my grandfather arrived it was mostly gone. Then, Elle expected her period during that time. So, selfishly, I didn't want to spend another frustrating weekend with little or no "satisfaction", and opted not to go at all. There was one other thing and that was I had to pay cash for my ride home of the holiday. As it turned out I had just enough.
The month of November had not been kind to my family back at home. My grandmother's arthritis became accute and, on top of that my grandfather came down with shingles. My grandmother was unable to care for him so my parents decided to move to move in with them to help out. The plan was to be back home by Christmas but I knew I'd staying at my grandparents house for Thanksgiving. That was one problem for me as far as Elle was concerned and that was I would be without my car for at least a day. That meant I wouldn't see her until Friday. Another was that Elle had invited Nan (her high school friend) to come home with her. With Nan's parents in Florida and the holiday from school so short, there was no way for her to visit them. Nan, because she'd decided to attend the same college as Elle so late, wasn't housed in the same area as the majority of the other kids. That, and her class choices didn't match Elle's, kept them apart for most of the time they were at school. This was a way to get caught up... but, as I looked at it, at my expense. Whereas I'd been so looking forward to this vacation I was having my doubts now that it was here.
To be continued...
Sunday, January 21, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18e)
I asked her if she'd washed out any of the panties she'd wet and she said she hadn't. She didn't want to be caught washing them out in the bathroom. That, and she didn't want to just have them drying by hanging on the backs of the desk chairs out in the open room. I asked her why she didn't use the closet but it surprised me to hear that the closets in all the rooms the girls were using had been taped shut. I thought about it for a minute and told her that if she'd wash a few out that I'd hang them in my closet. She smiled but said "no". At least I'd offered.
At this point we decided to not wander very far from the SU for the rest of the afternoon. At least, that way, she'd have ready access to a bathroom. The big evening event was a dance in the gymnasium. It was open to all and Elle had brought a dress just for it. We debated about going or not going and, after meeting up with Susan and Bob, decided to go. The band was billed as the Tommy Dorsey Band although he was dead. It was a Big Band sound, popular in the 30's and 40's, and really was enjoyable. Elle made it through without a problem and, like the night before the night ended for us without much fanfare. I enjoyed Elle's company but I was hungering for more.
I'd hoped that Elle had enjoyed another good night but the look on her face told me it wasn't. Susan and Bob were with us for breakfast so, again, there wasn't any opportunity to question Elle. We'd agreed that we'd both study after breakfast but Elle had to vacate her room by 10am. To save time I suggested that we move her things to my room and then head for the library. It was the first chance for us to talk alone. Elle had "missed" at some time during the night and ended up having to sleep in a wet bad. When Susan woke up and realized Elle's situation (no clean dry panties and no sanitary napkins) she came to her rescue. Even though she (Susan) was a bit smaller than Elle she offered her a pair of her panties and a couple of pads. Elle had no real choice but to accept. Hearing that news I immediately wanted to know what kind of panties they were. Of course I wasn't going to ask but put it in my mind to try and find out some way or another.
Our library was archaic. They'd started construction of a new one but it was still over a year away. Many of the books were stored in bins in the lower levels. We, at school, called them the dungeons and it was a real pain when you had to go retrieve one. Being a party weekend, the library was almost deserted. The ladies restroom was located on the first of the three lower levels. I offered to show Elle where it was and, by so doing, actually found the first place where we could be completely alone. Elle was uncomfortable at first but after we walked the entire floor and saw no one she relaxed. At the ends of each of the row of bins were little study cubicles. By moving the chair away and stepping in we were hidden from view unless someone happened to walk right up to us. I'd been looking for something like this all weekend. My bulge was instantaneous with the first kiss. I had to satisfy myself by holding onto her butt cheeks and feeling the panty elastics through her skirt. I made one feeble attempt to pull the hem of her skirt up but she slapped my hand away. At least it was something but it didn't last long enough!
To be continued...
I asked her if she'd washed out any of the panties she'd wet and she said she hadn't. She didn't want to be caught washing them out in the bathroom. That, and she didn't want to just have them drying by hanging on the backs of the desk chairs out in the open room. I asked her why she didn't use the closet but it surprised me to hear that the closets in all the rooms the girls were using had been taped shut. I thought about it for a minute and told her that if she'd wash a few out that I'd hang them in my closet. She smiled but said "no". At least I'd offered.
At this point we decided to not wander very far from the SU for the rest of the afternoon. At least, that way, she'd have ready access to a bathroom. The big evening event was a dance in the gymnasium. It was open to all and Elle had brought a dress just for it. We debated about going or not going and, after meeting up with Susan and Bob, decided to go. The band was billed as the Tommy Dorsey Band although he was dead. It was a Big Band sound, popular in the 30's and 40's, and really was enjoyable. Elle made it through without a problem and, like the night before the night ended for us without much fanfare. I enjoyed Elle's company but I was hungering for more.
I'd hoped that Elle had enjoyed another good night but the look on her face told me it wasn't. Susan and Bob were with us for breakfast so, again, there wasn't any opportunity to question Elle. We'd agreed that we'd both study after breakfast but Elle had to vacate her room by 10am. To save time I suggested that we move her things to my room and then head for the library. It was the first chance for us to talk alone. Elle had "missed" at some time during the night and ended up having to sleep in a wet bad. When Susan woke up and realized Elle's situation (no clean dry panties and no sanitary napkins) she came to her rescue. Even though she (Susan) was a bit smaller than Elle she offered her a pair of her panties and a couple of pads. Elle had no real choice but to accept. Hearing that news I immediately wanted to know what kind of panties they were. Of course I wasn't going to ask but put it in my mind to try and find out some way or another.
Our library was archaic. They'd started construction of a new one but it was still over a year away. Many of the books were stored in bins in the lower levels. We, at school, called them the dungeons and it was a real pain when you had to go retrieve one. Being a party weekend, the library was almost deserted. The ladies restroom was located on the first of the three lower levels. I offered to show Elle where it was and, by so doing, actually found the first place where we could be completely alone. Elle was uncomfortable at first but after we walked the entire floor and saw no one she relaxed. At the ends of each of the row of bins were little study cubicles. By moving the chair away and stepping in we were hidden from view unless someone happened to walk right up to us. I'd been looking for something like this all weekend. My bulge was instantaneous with the first kiss. I had to satisfy myself by holding onto her butt cheeks and feeling the panty elastics through her skirt. I made one feeble attempt to pull the hem of her skirt up but she slapped my hand away. At least it was something but it didn't last long enough!
To be continued...
Thursday, January 18, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18d)
After Elle washed up and changed we walked back down to the SU. She said her roommate had arrived and had left a note. Her name was Susan and she was wearing a blue and white striped sweater and hoped that Elle would try to find her at the "mixer". Looking for her and finding her turned out to be the most exciting thing we did. I didn't know her date, Bob, but, with almost 400 freshman on campus, that wasn't a surprise. There was a local band providing dance music but, for me, it was undancable. Bob and Susan pretty much agreed so we sat around and got to know each other. As we got talking it became very evident that Bob and I shared quite a few things in common. As kids we'd both spent time living in the city and both of us had gone to private schools and then on to boarding school. He'd dated Susan, on and off, for about three years and started going "steady" at the beginning of the Summer.
Susan, on the other hand, was as different as day and night from Elle. Her family had money and she was attending an exclusive girls college. She'd been exposed to the "Arts" from the time she was child and had done quite a bit of travelling. To me she seemed to have an "air" of superiority about her but was very pleasant while we were all together. We all decided to "bag" the rest of the "mixer" and to get a good night of sleep. Bob and I put our heads together trying to think of some place we could have some privacy with the girls but nothing came to mind. The night ended with nothing more than another platonic kiss and hug.
The four of us met for breakfast the next morning. I was really curious as to how Elle had handled telling Susan about her problem or, if she did at all. With Bob and Susan so close she wouldn't even give me a hint. There was an official campus tour that was being offered and Elle really wanted to do it. Bob and Susan chose not to participate. I now know that if Elle had realized what was entailed she wouldn't have done it either.
It was a walking tour and took us to some places that I didn't know even existed. We started at the Athletic facilities and then moved to the perimeter of the campus. That became a problem... for Elle. I'd suggested that Elle use the bathroom when we were at the gymnasium but she declined. She was still very shy about bodily functions, especially with strangers around. I couldn't understand why walking into a bathroom in front of people was such a big deal, but that was her mindset. It turned out to be a mistake for her. It was over an hour before we arrived at another building with facilities. When she returned to me after her toilet visit she asked how far it was from there to the dorms. That told me enough to know she had a real problem. It was about 20 minutes away and we left immediately. With no one around I again asked how it had gone with Susan the night before. As you can imagine she wasn't in the best of moods but, after a minute or two, opened up.
When Elle and I had left the bonfire the night before she had put on her night time "package" after washing up. She figured that it would be less embarassing to do it then, without her roommate present. She ended up having no problems the rest of the evening. When it came time to turn out the lights she, reluctantly, decided that she better tell Susan about the alarms and why she needed them. To Elle's surprise, she was very sympathetic. One of her brothers had the same problem. She'd made it through the night dry and had left the "package" on when she got up, not wanting to take a chance on what the day would bring. As it turned out it had been a good choice what with her current situation. What I found very interesting was that she continued talking. She said that she'd noticed that Susan was wearing a different kind of panty. This was the first time Elle had ever mentioned someone else's panties. Of course I was interested! As it was, Susan had her period and these panties were made with a plastic crotch so that if the sanitary pad leaked it wouldn't get into her clothes. She went on that she'd been thinking about them ever since and thought they might be a good thing for her especially in a situation like the present. I asked if she'd spoken to Susan about them and said she hadn't. Knowing Elle, it figured. Her shyness kept her from asking questions that had anything to do with personal things. I immediately encouraged her to pursue it... finding out who made them and where Susan had purchased them.
The big event for the weekend was the football game. Neither of us was really into football but with all the excitement and pagentry we got sucked up into it. We found Bob and Susan during lunch and joined them for the game. Even though I'd been at school for six plus weeks I'd not attended a football game. After seeing the stadium at Elle's school, this one was was a disappointment. There were only wooden bleachers and not much else. In truth it was nothing more than a high school field with more seating. Even before halftime Elle had had it. We excused ourselves from Bob and Susan and headed back up the hill to her room. I debated with myself weather to ask how bad it was. It was at least a 15 minute walk, plus the hill. We made it to what we, at school, called the "break". That was about 1/3 the way up and where the main path split. There was also a small level space where you could stop and catch your breath. When we stopped I finally asked. She shook her head and had a look of despair on her face. As we made our way up the rest of the hill she told me that she'd tried to plan for any and all contingencies but her plan wasn't working. She'd worn one "package" on her way over, not knowing what to expect and she'd brought one other hoping that it would be enough. She'd also brought four extra panties and six extra sanitary pads. But, she'd already gone through both "packages" and, after the impending change, she realized that she'd be down to just the panties she'd be wearing and two pads. I didn't know what to say.
To be continued...
After Elle washed up and changed we walked back down to the SU. She said her roommate had arrived and had left a note. Her name was Susan and she was wearing a blue and white striped sweater and hoped that Elle would try to find her at the "mixer". Looking for her and finding her turned out to be the most exciting thing we did. I didn't know her date, Bob, but, with almost 400 freshman on campus, that wasn't a surprise. There was a local band providing dance music but, for me, it was undancable. Bob and Susan pretty much agreed so we sat around and got to know each other. As we got talking it became very evident that Bob and I shared quite a few things in common. As kids we'd both spent time living in the city and both of us had gone to private schools and then on to boarding school. He'd dated Susan, on and off, for about three years and started going "steady" at the beginning of the Summer.
Susan, on the other hand, was as different as day and night from Elle. Her family had money and she was attending an exclusive girls college. She'd been exposed to the "Arts" from the time she was child and had done quite a bit of travelling. To me she seemed to have an "air" of superiority about her but was very pleasant while we were all together. We all decided to "bag" the rest of the "mixer" and to get a good night of sleep. Bob and I put our heads together trying to think of some place we could have some privacy with the girls but nothing came to mind. The night ended with nothing more than another platonic kiss and hug.
The four of us met for breakfast the next morning. I was really curious as to how Elle had handled telling Susan about her problem or, if she did at all. With Bob and Susan so close she wouldn't even give me a hint. There was an official campus tour that was being offered and Elle really wanted to do it. Bob and Susan chose not to participate. I now know that if Elle had realized what was entailed she wouldn't have done it either.
It was a walking tour and took us to some places that I didn't know even existed. We started at the Athletic facilities and then moved to the perimeter of the campus. That became a problem... for Elle. I'd suggested that Elle use the bathroom when we were at the gymnasium but she declined. She was still very shy about bodily functions, especially with strangers around. I couldn't understand why walking into a bathroom in front of people was such a big deal, but that was her mindset. It turned out to be a mistake for her. It was over an hour before we arrived at another building with facilities. When she returned to me after her toilet visit she asked how far it was from there to the dorms. That told me enough to know she had a real problem. It was about 20 minutes away and we left immediately. With no one around I again asked how it had gone with Susan the night before. As you can imagine she wasn't in the best of moods but, after a minute or two, opened up.
When Elle and I had left the bonfire the night before she had put on her night time "package" after washing up. She figured that it would be less embarassing to do it then, without her roommate present. She ended up having no problems the rest of the evening. When it came time to turn out the lights she, reluctantly, decided that she better tell Susan about the alarms and why she needed them. To Elle's surprise, she was very sympathetic. One of her brothers had the same problem. She'd made it through the night dry and had left the "package" on when she got up, not wanting to take a chance on what the day would bring. As it turned out it had been a good choice what with her current situation. What I found very interesting was that she continued talking. She said that she'd noticed that Susan was wearing a different kind of panty. This was the first time Elle had ever mentioned someone else's panties. Of course I was interested! As it was, Susan had her period and these panties were made with a plastic crotch so that if the sanitary pad leaked it wouldn't get into her clothes. She went on that she'd been thinking about them ever since and thought they might be a good thing for her especially in a situation like the present. I asked if she'd spoken to Susan about them and said she hadn't. Knowing Elle, it figured. Her shyness kept her from asking questions that had anything to do with personal things. I immediately encouraged her to pursue it... finding out who made them and where Susan had purchased them.
The big event for the weekend was the football game. Neither of us was really into football but with all the excitement and pagentry we got sucked up into it. We found Bob and Susan during lunch and joined them for the game. Even though I'd been at school for six plus weeks I'd not attended a football game. After seeing the stadium at Elle's school, this one was was a disappointment. There were only wooden bleachers and not much else. In truth it was nothing more than a high school field with more seating. Even before halftime Elle had had it. We excused ourselves from Bob and Susan and headed back up the hill to her room. I debated with myself weather to ask how bad it was. It was at least a 15 minute walk, plus the hill. We made it to what we, at school, called the "break". That was about 1/3 the way up and where the main path split. There was also a small level space where you could stop and catch your breath. When we stopped I finally asked. She shook her head and had a look of despair on her face. As we made our way up the rest of the hill she told me that she'd tried to plan for any and all contingencies but her plan wasn't working. She'd worn one "package" on her way over, not knowing what to expect and she'd brought one other hoping that it would be enough. She'd also brought four extra panties and six extra sanitary pads. But, she'd already gone through both "packages" and, after the impending change, she realized that she'd be down to just the panties she'd be wearing and two pads. I didn't know what to say.
To be continued...
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (part 18c)
It took about an hour to walk to Donnie's house. I had a LOT of time to think about our (Elle's and mine) situation and couldn't think of anything to improve it. We weren't allowed a car until the Junior year and, unless I found someone to loan me one (not very likely, especially for a freshman) that idea was dead in the water. Donnie wasn't home when I got to his house so I just crashed on the sofa.
Noise in the kitchen woke me the next morning. Donny was asleep in an overstuffed chair. I saw his sister scurrying around the kitchen in an open fronted housecoat. I hadn't yet met her so stayed put until Donny woke up. He called her in to meet me and I was taken by the fact that it didn't faze her that I was a stranger. There was no false modesty and she made no attempt to cover herself up. Donny didn't seem to notice and I surely wasn't going to say anything. The nightgown under the housecoat was sheer and as she flitted about I would see the outline of her panties. I was surprised to find out she was only 15 as she looked as old as Donny. It was a nice way to start the day.
Elle was very dedicated to her studies. With or without me, Sundays were dedicated for homework and preparation for the upcoming week. We spent the morning in the library and, after lunch we did get a short period together in the lounge. I'm sure Elle was a little embarassed about her actions the night before because, as willing as she'd been then, it was like pulling teeth for me to get her to "relax". She finally did agree to lay across my lap and I did manage to get my hand between her legs but I had to be satisfied with just rubbing her (dry) panties. I was pleased that she was, again, wearing the nylon ones. When she decided it was time to get back to the books she just sat up and that was it. Donny picked me up just before dark. Elle and I shared a platonic goodbye as she was still shy about being romantic in front of people she didn't know. Donny was sitting in the front seat right by the curb and had a big, goofy grin on his face. I got teased a good bit of the way back.
My college had three sanctioned (by the administration) "House Parties" a year; Fall, Winter and Spring. They were primarily Fraternity oriented. However, since the freshman weren't allowed physically into the fraternities until they were "rushed", soon after the second semester began, an attempt was made to include them in the Fall party. All freshman were required to let the Dean know of their intentions for that weekend (the next to last one in October). We had three choices; stay on campus and have a date; stay on campus and not have a date or, leave the campus for the weekend. The basic purpose was to locate enough rooms to house the female guests. Once the tally was completed, the dorm with the most projected vacancies was designated as the "guest house". The guys who lived there who'd indicated that they were planning on remaining on campus were temporarily reassigned to other rooms with vacanies. It sounds comlicated but it did work smoothly. I, of course, invited Elle. Her concern was for the girl who would be her roommate and how she would accept her "problem". Initially I had thought of requesting that she and my suitemate Roy's girlfriend room together. After some thought I decided against it as Roy's girl would surely tell him about Elle and, Roy, when drunk, had a big mouth. I didn't want that information out and about. I convinced her to take whomever she got and to make the best of it, figuring that the chances were that they'd never meet again.
My sailing friend from home, Billy, picked Elle up and delivered her to the campus. It was just in time for supper so, after taking her to her room we went right to the Student Union to eat. I couldn't believe my eyes. After six weeks of eating hardly recognizable food we were treated to a nice roast pork dinner. I'd warned Elle about the food and when she saw it she asked what I'd been complaining about. I didn't think about her "problem" when I ushered her into the line and I didn't think about it while we were eating. As soon as we finished dinner we (the freshman) were to report to the practice field where we'd piled up a whole lot of wood for a bonfire to kick off the pep rally for the next days' football game. As I grabbed Elle's hand she didn't resist. It was cool and damp as we stood around waiting for the football team to arrive. That was when I finally thought about Elle and how long she'd been there without using a toilet. The cold had started to get to me and I knew that if I needed a bathroom then Elle, for sure, did. There had to be 500 people gathered around waiting for the wood to be torched. I pulled Elle apart from the group and asked if she was OK. She said "no" but also said she it wasn't a problem. I wondered just how that could be? She did ask how long we had to stay though.
Each of the dorms had a "rally leader" who coordinated the collcting of the firewood for the bonfire. The "leader" for my dorm lived just across the hall and we were friends. I figured that if I could find him and be seen by him then Elle and I would be free to leave. But I couldn't find him, at least right away. By the time I did it was obvious that Elle was really uncomfortable. There was to be a "mixer" at the SU after the rally and I asked if she needed to change. The "look" I got was as clear as any words she could've used. On our way up the hill (like I said, it seemed like all colleges were located on hills) I was able to extract from her that she'd worn the same "package" (two sanitary napkins and two heavy cotton panties) as when she'd go to bed. When I'd originally asked how she was doing when we arrived at the rally site she said that she was "damp" but not wet and uncomfortable. However, she'd hoped that we'd leave quickly. When we didn't, the inevitable happened.
To be continued...
It took about an hour to walk to Donnie's house. I had a LOT of time to think about our (Elle's and mine) situation and couldn't think of anything to improve it. We weren't allowed a car until the Junior year and, unless I found someone to loan me one (not very likely, especially for a freshman) that idea was dead in the water. Donnie wasn't home when I got to his house so I just crashed on the sofa.
Noise in the kitchen woke me the next morning. Donny was asleep in an overstuffed chair. I saw his sister scurrying around the kitchen in an open fronted housecoat. I hadn't yet met her so stayed put until Donny woke up. He called her in to meet me and I was taken by the fact that it didn't faze her that I was a stranger. There was no false modesty and she made no attempt to cover herself up. Donny didn't seem to notice and I surely wasn't going to say anything. The nightgown under the housecoat was sheer and as she flitted about I would see the outline of her panties. I was surprised to find out she was only 15 as she looked as old as Donny. It was a nice way to start the day.
Elle was very dedicated to her studies. With or without me, Sundays were dedicated for homework and preparation for the upcoming week. We spent the morning in the library and, after lunch we did get a short period together in the lounge. I'm sure Elle was a little embarassed about her actions the night before because, as willing as she'd been then, it was like pulling teeth for me to get her to "relax". She finally did agree to lay across my lap and I did manage to get my hand between her legs but I had to be satisfied with just rubbing her (dry) panties. I was pleased that she was, again, wearing the nylon ones. When she decided it was time to get back to the books she just sat up and that was it. Donny picked me up just before dark. Elle and I shared a platonic goodbye as she was still shy about being romantic in front of people she didn't know. Donny was sitting in the front seat right by the curb and had a big, goofy grin on his face. I got teased a good bit of the way back.
My college had three sanctioned (by the administration) "House Parties" a year; Fall, Winter and Spring. They were primarily Fraternity oriented. However, since the freshman weren't allowed physically into the fraternities until they were "rushed", soon after the second semester began, an attempt was made to include them in the Fall party. All freshman were required to let the Dean know of their intentions for that weekend (the next to last one in October). We had three choices; stay on campus and have a date; stay on campus and not have a date or, leave the campus for the weekend. The basic purpose was to locate enough rooms to house the female guests. Once the tally was completed, the dorm with the most projected vacancies was designated as the "guest house". The guys who lived there who'd indicated that they were planning on remaining on campus were temporarily reassigned to other rooms with vacanies. It sounds comlicated but it did work smoothly. I, of course, invited Elle. Her concern was for the girl who would be her roommate and how she would accept her "problem". Initially I had thought of requesting that she and my suitemate Roy's girlfriend room together. After some thought I decided against it as Roy's girl would surely tell him about Elle and, Roy, when drunk, had a big mouth. I didn't want that information out and about. I convinced her to take whomever she got and to make the best of it, figuring that the chances were that they'd never meet again.
My sailing friend from home, Billy, picked Elle up and delivered her to the campus. It was just in time for supper so, after taking her to her room we went right to the Student Union to eat. I couldn't believe my eyes. After six weeks of eating hardly recognizable food we were treated to a nice roast pork dinner. I'd warned Elle about the food and when she saw it she asked what I'd been complaining about. I didn't think about her "problem" when I ushered her into the line and I didn't think about it while we were eating. As soon as we finished dinner we (the freshman) were to report to the practice field where we'd piled up a whole lot of wood for a bonfire to kick off the pep rally for the next days' football game. As I grabbed Elle's hand she didn't resist. It was cool and damp as we stood around waiting for the football team to arrive. That was when I finally thought about Elle and how long she'd been there without using a toilet. The cold had started to get to me and I knew that if I needed a bathroom then Elle, for sure, did. There had to be 500 people gathered around waiting for the wood to be torched. I pulled Elle apart from the group and asked if she was OK. She said "no" but also said she it wasn't a problem. I wondered just how that could be? She did ask how long we had to stay though.
Each of the dorms had a "rally leader" who coordinated the collcting of the firewood for the bonfire. The "leader" for my dorm lived just across the hall and we were friends. I figured that if I could find him and be seen by him then Elle and I would be free to leave. But I couldn't find him, at least right away. By the time I did it was obvious that Elle was really uncomfortable. There was to be a "mixer" at the SU after the rally and I asked if she needed to change. The "look" I got was as clear as any words she could've used. On our way up the hill (like I said, it seemed like all colleges were located on hills) I was able to extract from her that she'd worn the same "package" (two sanitary napkins and two heavy cotton panties) as when she'd go to bed. When I'd originally asked how she was doing when we arrived at the rally site she said that she was "damp" but not wet and uncomfortable. However, she'd hoped that we'd leave quickly. When we didn't, the inevitable happened.
To be continued...
Saturday, January 13, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18b)
Between the bus fare, hotel room and one meal I'd spent almost $20 of my precious "loan" from my grandfather. As badly as I wanted to see Elle again I deferred for three weeks. It turned out to be a good move. During that time I met a guy who lived in the town where Elle's college was located. I asked him if he ever went home for a weekend and he told me "no" as he was on the freshman football team and they had games almost every weekend. I told him about Elle and, without bringing the subject up, he asked where I stayed when I went to see her. When I told him the hotel he looked at me like I had three heads. He told me his parents were coming for the next game and that I should be there. He'd introduce us and arrange it so I could stay at his house whenever I went to see Elle. I wasn't quite ready for that but did agree to meet them.
Donny was one of seven kids and was right in the middle as far as age. Two were married and four were still living at home. I agreed to go the first weekend Donny was going to be there and ended up getiing a ride with him for the trip. When we pulled up in front of the house I couldn't believe that nine people had lived there at one time. It was tiny by any standards used. Other than his parents the only one who had their own bedroom was the one sister still living at home. Everybody else was doubled up. I was told the couch was mine and before anything else Donny's mother had blankets and towels out for me. I was overwhelmed by the hospitality. If there was a downside it was that the house was about three miles from the campus.
I had a bite to eat with them and then Donny drove me to the SU. I'd let Elle know I was coming but had no idea when. As it turned out she and her roommates were eating. We'd left it that if she wasn't in her room that we'd meet in the SU lounge. It was like a mini circus when she and the three others marched in. They were all laughing and had food of one sort or another for me. Food, supposedly, wasn't allowed in the lounge but there sure was plenty at this time. Fortunately, there weren't many others in the room as we were pretty loud what with laughing and joking around. Two of the girls were going to the movies and Nancy, Elle's best friend of the three of them, was going to a choir practice so we were pretty much alone from that point on. I won't beat around the bush. I was horney! VERY HORNEY! It was now five weeks since I'd had been "up close and personal" with her. We quickly gravitated to the love seat in the corner that we'd used that first weekend. It didn't take any persuasion to have her lie across my lap and I wasn't thwarted when I went to put my hand under her skirt. But I was shocked when my hand, gently sliding up her inner thigh, touched her panties. They were wet. Not a lot but most of the crotch was. I broke from our kiss and looked down at her. She had a sort of smirk on her face. Somehow she'd deliberately peed a little, or so I thought. I was in "heaven", or close to it. It wasn't long before my finger "excercises" exceeded Elle's tolerance level. By that I mean she was horney too but, because of where we were, she/we couldn't reasonably be expected to go any further. She sat up and pulled my hand from under her skirt. She then flipped onto her back so she could look up at me. From that position there was no way I could "visit" without it being obvious. At least it gave us time to calm down.
When she returned from a bathroom visit I asked about the wet panties. She smiled and told me that when she and her roommates had been eating they got to laughing and even though she'd used the toilet before going in to eat, she "leaked". AND... since we'd both found that sometimes she was a little dry down there AND... since we were probably going to get "up close and personal", she didn't really mind. Then she proceeded to say that she hadn't wiped just a few minutes ago and maybe I'd like to take advantage of that fact. Needless to say we went back to what we'd been doing earlier.
I would've given just about anything to have some place to go with Elle that was private. The closest I could come up with were the two small rooms that I could see from where we were sitting but they were both occupied. When we said our goodnight it was obvious that neither of us was satisfied.
To be continued...
Between the bus fare, hotel room and one meal I'd spent almost $20 of my precious "loan" from my grandfather. As badly as I wanted to see Elle again I deferred for three weeks. It turned out to be a good move. During that time I met a guy who lived in the town where Elle's college was located. I asked him if he ever went home for a weekend and he told me "no" as he was on the freshman football team and they had games almost every weekend. I told him about Elle and, without bringing the subject up, he asked where I stayed when I went to see her. When I told him the hotel he looked at me like I had three heads. He told me his parents were coming for the next game and that I should be there. He'd introduce us and arrange it so I could stay at his house whenever I went to see Elle. I wasn't quite ready for that but did agree to meet them.
Donny was one of seven kids and was right in the middle as far as age. Two were married and four were still living at home. I agreed to go the first weekend Donny was going to be there and ended up getiing a ride with him for the trip. When we pulled up in front of the house I couldn't believe that nine people had lived there at one time. It was tiny by any standards used. Other than his parents the only one who had their own bedroom was the one sister still living at home. Everybody else was doubled up. I was told the couch was mine and before anything else Donny's mother had blankets and towels out for me. I was overwhelmed by the hospitality. If there was a downside it was that the house was about three miles from the campus.
I had a bite to eat with them and then Donny drove me to the SU. I'd let Elle know I was coming but had no idea when. As it turned out she and her roommates were eating. We'd left it that if she wasn't in her room that we'd meet in the SU lounge. It was like a mini circus when she and the three others marched in. They were all laughing and had food of one sort or another for me. Food, supposedly, wasn't allowed in the lounge but there sure was plenty at this time. Fortunately, there weren't many others in the room as we were pretty loud what with laughing and joking around. Two of the girls were going to the movies and Nancy, Elle's best friend of the three of them, was going to a choir practice so we were pretty much alone from that point on. I won't beat around the bush. I was horney! VERY HORNEY! It was now five weeks since I'd had been "up close and personal" with her. We quickly gravitated to the love seat in the corner that we'd used that first weekend. It didn't take any persuasion to have her lie across my lap and I wasn't thwarted when I went to put my hand under her skirt. But I was shocked when my hand, gently sliding up her inner thigh, touched her panties. They were wet. Not a lot but most of the crotch was. I broke from our kiss and looked down at her. She had a sort of smirk on her face. Somehow she'd deliberately peed a little, or so I thought. I was in "heaven", or close to it. It wasn't long before my finger "excercises" exceeded Elle's tolerance level. By that I mean she was horney too but, because of where we were, she/we couldn't reasonably be expected to go any further. She sat up and pulled my hand from under her skirt. She then flipped onto her back so she could look up at me. From that position there was no way I could "visit" without it being obvious. At least it gave us time to calm down.
When she returned from a bathroom visit I asked about the wet panties. She smiled and told me that when she and her roommates had been eating they got to laughing and even though she'd used the toilet before going in to eat, she "leaked". AND... since we'd both found that sometimes she was a little dry down there AND... since we were probably going to get "up close and personal", she didn't really mind. Then she proceeded to say that she hadn't wiped just a few minutes ago and maybe I'd like to take advantage of that fact. Needless to say we went back to what we'd been doing earlier.
I would've given just about anything to have some place to go with Elle that was private. The closest I could come up with were the two small rooms that I could see from where we were sitting but they were both occupied. When we said our goodnight it was obvious that neither of us was satisfied.
To be continued...
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... On into the Fall (Part 18a)
Money, or the lack thereof, became my prime concern as the Fall Semester actually started. My tuition was being paid by my grandparents and the room and board by my parents. I was responsible for everything else. I'd grossly underestimated the cost of text books and other incidentals. By the time I actually sat in my first class I was broke. The reality was that I'd ended up spending more on my racecar than I realized and the same thing held true with Elle. Movies almost every Sunday and the snacks that went with it took a lot more than I'd realized. To be truthful, I was in a full blown panic. I knew if I called home that my ass would be grass and my father would be the lawnmower. The only alternative was my grandfather. He'd always been more than generous but I'd never asked him for money. I ended up swallowing my ego and called. In an "arrangement" between just the two of us he sent me $40 right away and promised an additional $20 every two weeks. It was to be a "loan" and not a gift. So began my life as a "beggar".
It didn't take long for the card players to emerge in the dorm. There was a poker group and a pinochle group but no black jack group. My grandfather had taught me when I was about 12 and I felt I was pretty good at it. I asked around and found one guy who was interested. It was easy to know George was a city kid. His "accent" was almost laughable. But he was willing... and an easy "mark". Over the first month my winnings off of him paid for my beer (I didn't drink all that much anyway), snacks and coffee at the student co-op and my phone calls to Elle. That left the money from my grandfather to fund another trip to see Elle. The only problem was that she had her period the weekend I chose. By the time she told me it was too late to change my plans. For my own selfish reasons I wasn't very happy. But, Elle, who had gotten a little homesick, was really glad to see me. In the long run it was a good move. There was one very memorable incident from that weekend that didn't directly involve Elle. Two weeks of classes had gone by fairly smoothly for her but she had a project due that she was struggling with. I remember that part of the project was the creation of a poster. She had a partner but neither of them felt comfortable with lettering. I'd dabbled with sign lettering and offered to help. On that Sunday morning Elle got up early and was at the SU (student Union) when it opened. She immediatly went into the lounge and took occupancy of one of the small rooms that were on either side of the fireplace. I got there a little later and when I did she went to get breakfast (hers and mine) and to meet with Meg, her partner. When they got back I was surprised at the size of Meg. She wasn't fat but she WAS tall... about 5'11". I was 6'1" and, well, didn't know a lot of females who were almost as tall as I was. After introductions were over they explained what they needed. They placed the poster board on the coffee table and we all sat on the floor. When Meg sat down I got a beautiful DP (downpants) view of her panties. Over the next few hours I got some incredible views. The thing I remember the best was the waist elastic. It was very fancy and I'd never seen anything like it. It didn't hurt my feelings that I got to see as much as four inches of her panties across her back and maybe as much as an inch and a half down. I'm not exagerating when I say that I REALLY wanted to know who made them... but how? I'd been perfectly happy staring down her backside but, when we were finishing up, I got another "present". She got up on her knees and proceeded to reach across to get some of her colored pencils and, when she did, I got a great VPL (visible panty line). The thing I thought of was the one I'd seen on Carol, the girlfriend of my sailing friend Buddy, just as the Summer ended. But it didn't take long for me to realize that Meg's were definitely not the same. I'd seen Carol's panties on the washline and the waist elastic was covered by material. About all I could hope for was that Elle would continue to be friendly with Meg and I'd get some more chances to sneak a peek or two.
To be continued...
Money, or the lack thereof, became my prime concern as the Fall Semester actually started. My tuition was being paid by my grandparents and the room and board by my parents. I was responsible for everything else. I'd grossly underestimated the cost of text books and other incidentals. By the time I actually sat in my first class I was broke. The reality was that I'd ended up spending more on my racecar than I realized and the same thing held true with Elle. Movies almost every Sunday and the snacks that went with it took a lot more than I'd realized. To be truthful, I was in a full blown panic. I knew if I called home that my ass would be grass and my father would be the lawnmower. The only alternative was my grandfather. He'd always been more than generous but I'd never asked him for money. I ended up swallowing my ego and called. In an "arrangement" between just the two of us he sent me $40 right away and promised an additional $20 every two weeks. It was to be a "loan" and not a gift. So began my life as a "beggar".
It didn't take long for the card players to emerge in the dorm. There was a poker group and a pinochle group but no black jack group. My grandfather had taught me when I was about 12 and I felt I was pretty good at it. I asked around and found one guy who was interested. It was easy to know George was a city kid. His "accent" was almost laughable. But he was willing... and an easy "mark". Over the first month my winnings off of him paid for my beer (I didn't drink all that much anyway), snacks and coffee at the student co-op and my phone calls to Elle. That left the money from my grandfather to fund another trip to see Elle. The only problem was that she had her period the weekend I chose. By the time she told me it was too late to change my plans. For my own selfish reasons I wasn't very happy. But, Elle, who had gotten a little homesick, was really glad to see me. In the long run it was a good move. There was one very memorable incident from that weekend that didn't directly involve Elle. Two weeks of classes had gone by fairly smoothly for her but she had a project due that she was struggling with. I remember that part of the project was the creation of a poster. She had a partner but neither of them felt comfortable with lettering. I'd dabbled with sign lettering and offered to help. On that Sunday morning Elle got up early and was at the SU (student Union) when it opened. She immediatly went into the lounge and took occupancy of one of the small rooms that were on either side of the fireplace. I got there a little later and when I did she went to get breakfast (hers and mine) and to meet with Meg, her partner. When they got back I was surprised at the size of Meg. She wasn't fat but she WAS tall... about 5'11". I was 6'1" and, well, didn't know a lot of females who were almost as tall as I was. After introductions were over they explained what they needed. They placed the poster board on the coffee table and we all sat on the floor. When Meg sat down I got a beautiful DP (downpants) view of her panties. Over the next few hours I got some incredible views. The thing I remember the best was the waist elastic. It was very fancy and I'd never seen anything like it. It didn't hurt my feelings that I got to see as much as four inches of her panties across her back and maybe as much as an inch and a half down. I'm not exagerating when I say that I REALLY wanted to know who made them... but how? I'd been perfectly happy staring down her backside but, when we were finishing up, I got another "present". She got up on her knees and proceeded to reach across to get some of her colored pencils and, when she did, I got a great VPL (visible panty line). The thing I thought of was the one I'd seen on Carol, the girlfriend of my sailing friend Buddy, just as the Summer ended. But it didn't take long for me to realize that Meg's were definitely not the same. I'd seen Carol's panties on the washline and the waist elastic was covered by material. About all I could hope for was that Elle would continue to be friendly with Meg and I'd get some more chances to sneak a peek or two.
To be continued...
Friday, January 05, 2007
LIFE AT COLLEGE... The first days (Part 17f)
Back overlooking the field once again she asked if I wanted to see fraternity/sorority row. At least she was talking to me so I said "yes". It was rather interesting. Back in the 20's most of the "elite" families of the community built their homes on one street. The depression pretty much devastated the economy in the town and many of the homes ended up being abandoned. After WWII the college had great growth and there was need for living quarters. It was also a time when the fraternity/sorority system was at its peak. When I saw the first few all I could think of was "WOW!". Most were what I'd call "mini mansions". They didn't have all that much property but the homes were grandiose. Most were three stories and some were even four and all had a "carriage house" as well. I was impressed. The fraternities at my college were built as upscale dorms and had little ambience. I was secretly envious. We chatted mostly about what life must've been like back in the time when they were built.
I'd been trying to keep track of time for Elle. She'd stopped at the SU on our way to the "row", as it was known, and it was time for a toilet visit. I thought she'd just go into one of the sororities. They were open for returning upperclassmen and there was plenty of activity but she told me that freshmen weren't allowed inside until the second semester. We weren't far from the downtown area and Elle ahd said that she hadn't visited there yet so off we went. Back in those days "Blue Laws" were still in vogue and most businesses were closed. We ended up walking all the way back to the luncheonette where I'd eaten breakfast. I didn't dare ask Elle how she was doing after what I'd gone through earlier. We walked in and Elle asked where the restrooms were. I was (and still am) a person who didn't feel right in using the facilities without buying something. Down to my last $2 I ordered us each a Coke and waited for her to return. I waited and waited... and, finally she reappeared. Something told me she'd had a "problem" but I wasn't about to ask. I admitted that I didn't have enough money to buy lunch so if she wanted to eat we'd have to hurry back to the SU. She declined and now I wondered what we'd do until it was time for my bus.
Check out time was 2pm at the hotel and because I didn't want to lug my bag around with me I'd left it in the room. The bus was to leave at around 2:30 or so. We did a little more exploring in the downtown area before I finally decided to go get my bag and check out. When we walked into the lobby there was no one in sight. The desk area was deserted. I debated weather to try to take her to my room, but only for a second. I grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs without even discussing the idea with her. I was surprised at how willingly she came. In one way that made me even more nervous than I already was. Once inside I didn't know what to say or do. It was truly an impulsive act. I still had her hand and we just stood there for a minute or two before we came together in an embrace. That of course led to even more. In spite of the bed being right there, for some reason we didn't make a move for it. I remember Elle braking away and making a dash for the bathroom. From where I was standing I could see her desperately trying to pull her panties down. I didn't say anything but just stood there and stared. I honestly think this was the first time I'd seen a female sitting on a toilet. I, for sure, had never seen my mother in that position. Watching her sit there it was obvious that there was a "problem". I don't remember saying anything at all, just standing there staring at her.
Finally, I started into the room. The light was off and since it was an inside room, it was fairly dark. She had her skirt and slip up across her lap but I didn't see her panties. She just sat there looking at the floor in front of her. Then the phone rang. I guess I ran and answered it more as a reflex action than anything else. I know I didn't give any thought as to who would be calling me. The voice on the line was very stern and instructed me to report to the lobby immediately along with the girl I'd taken to the room. I remember it being warm but I was instantly sweating. How did he know? I hung the phone up and went back to Elle. She was still sitting on the toilet. I told her what the man had said and that we had to leave. Then she finally spoke as she stood up, still holding her skirt up around her waist. Being relatively dark I couldn't see detail but only a bit of her crotch of her panties. It was then that it hit me that she'd peed through her panties while sitting on the toilet. "I'm soaking wet!" was what she said. I flipped on the light and then could see that she was wearing what turned out to be cotton panties. It was now very obvious that she was right. I grabbed a hand towel and handed it to he and watched as she dabbed between her legs. The phone rang again only this time I didn't answer. I told her we had to hurry and she dropped the towel on the floor. I looked down and could see that there was a small trail of liquid on the floor from the door to the toilet. Then it hit me that she'd started to pee while we were embracing and that's why she ended up just peeing through her panties. In spite of my panic about leaving I still found time to wonder where she'd come up with the cotton panties and why she was wearing them. I grabbed my bag and her hand and headed out the door. When we got to the elevator I suggested that she go first and that she just walk out the door when she got to the first floor. I told her I'd walk down.
Unfortunately, the desk clerk/manager was waiting for her/us and accosted her as she exited the elevator. I'd waited for a few minutes before heading down the stairs. Once he had the both of us together he proceeded to give us a "lecture" about proper behavior for "young folks". He made us both terribly embarassed. When he finished and told me that if I ever stayed there again I'd be "monitored". At that point my embarassment turned to a bit of anger. I know I shouldn't have said anything but that's not my nature. As we turned to leave I said something along the lines of "If you had restrooms available she wouldn't have gone up to my room." Instead of leaving it there I continued on to tell him that Elle had had an "accident" and needed to get cleaned up. At that point Elle hit my arm and then grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. Now it was she who was mad... at me.
We walked over to the bus station in silence. Once there I apologized and tried to explain why I'd said what I said. She said she understood but she didn't like being embarassed more than she already was. We didn't try to sit because of Elle's wetness but just walked slowly around the area. After a period of relative silence I summoned the courage to ask about the cotton panties. I knew I was taking a risk since she'd shut me down earlier when I asked about Carol's suggestion. For some unknown reason she didn't hesitate in giving me an answer. I was probably more surprised with that than her answer.
In essence, Carol's suggestion had helped AND, since her biggest problems in the daytime had been with me, she thought she might try at least a portion of it when she was with me. On that morning, when she woke up dry, she decided to leave the one pad on along with a pair of Carol's cotton panties. By the time we'd reached the luncheonette she leaked quite a bit and the pad was full. She had to take it off and dispose of it and that's why she took so long. A little had made its way into the panties but not much so she didn't suggest going back to the dorm to change. But, for some reason, when we reached my hotel room she found herself starting to pee and I witnessed the result. The reason she didn't want to talk when we were at "The Pines" was that she was embarassed about wearing the pad and didn't want me to know. At least that's what she told me.
We had a good embrace and kiss when it was time for the bus to leave. I had a small bulge during the first part of my return trip just thinking about her walking all the way through the town in her wet panties. In fact, that visage was the main thought in most of my self pleasuring activities over the next two weeks.
To be continued...
Back overlooking the field once again she asked if I wanted to see fraternity/sorority row. At least she was talking to me so I said "yes". It was rather interesting. Back in the 20's most of the "elite" families of the community built their homes on one street. The depression pretty much devastated the economy in the town and many of the homes ended up being abandoned. After WWII the college had great growth and there was need for living quarters. It was also a time when the fraternity/sorority system was at its peak. When I saw the first few all I could think of was "WOW!". Most were what I'd call "mini mansions". They didn't have all that much property but the homes were grandiose. Most were three stories and some were even four and all had a "carriage house" as well. I was impressed. The fraternities at my college were built as upscale dorms and had little ambience. I was secretly envious. We chatted mostly about what life must've been like back in the time when they were built.
I'd been trying to keep track of time for Elle. She'd stopped at the SU on our way to the "row", as it was known, and it was time for a toilet visit. I thought she'd just go into one of the sororities. They were open for returning upperclassmen and there was plenty of activity but she told me that freshmen weren't allowed inside until the second semester. We weren't far from the downtown area and Elle ahd said that she hadn't visited there yet so off we went. Back in those days "Blue Laws" were still in vogue and most businesses were closed. We ended up walking all the way back to the luncheonette where I'd eaten breakfast. I didn't dare ask Elle how she was doing after what I'd gone through earlier. We walked in and Elle asked where the restrooms were. I was (and still am) a person who didn't feel right in using the facilities without buying something. Down to my last $2 I ordered us each a Coke and waited for her to return. I waited and waited... and, finally she reappeared. Something told me she'd had a "problem" but I wasn't about to ask. I admitted that I didn't have enough money to buy lunch so if she wanted to eat we'd have to hurry back to the SU. She declined and now I wondered what we'd do until it was time for my bus.
Check out time was 2pm at the hotel and because I didn't want to lug my bag around with me I'd left it in the room. The bus was to leave at around 2:30 or so. We did a little more exploring in the downtown area before I finally decided to go get my bag and check out. When we walked into the lobby there was no one in sight. The desk area was deserted. I debated weather to try to take her to my room, but only for a second. I grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs without even discussing the idea with her. I was surprised at how willingly she came. In one way that made me even more nervous than I already was. Once inside I didn't know what to say or do. It was truly an impulsive act. I still had her hand and we just stood there for a minute or two before we came together in an embrace. That of course led to even more. In spite of the bed being right there, for some reason we didn't make a move for it. I remember Elle braking away and making a dash for the bathroom. From where I was standing I could see her desperately trying to pull her panties down. I didn't say anything but just stood there and stared. I honestly think this was the first time I'd seen a female sitting on a toilet. I, for sure, had never seen my mother in that position. Watching her sit there it was obvious that there was a "problem". I don't remember saying anything at all, just standing there staring at her.
Finally, I started into the room. The light was off and since it was an inside room, it was fairly dark. She had her skirt and slip up across her lap but I didn't see her panties. She just sat there looking at the floor in front of her. Then the phone rang. I guess I ran and answered it more as a reflex action than anything else. I know I didn't give any thought as to who would be calling me. The voice on the line was very stern and instructed me to report to the lobby immediately along with the girl I'd taken to the room. I remember it being warm but I was instantly sweating. How did he know? I hung the phone up and went back to Elle. She was still sitting on the toilet. I told her what the man had said and that we had to leave. Then she finally spoke as she stood up, still holding her skirt up around her waist. Being relatively dark I couldn't see detail but only a bit of her crotch of her panties. It was then that it hit me that she'd peed through her panties while sitting on the toilet. "I'm soaking wet!" was what she said. I flipped on the light and then could see that she was wearing what turned out to be cotton panties. It was now very obvious that she was right. I grabbed a hand towel and handed it to he and watched as she dabbed between her legs. The phone rang again only this time I didn't answer. I told her we had to hurry and she dropped the towel on the floor. I looked down and could see that there was a small trail of liquid on the floor from the door to the toilet. Then it hit me that she'd started to pee while we were embracing and that's why she ended up just peeing through her panties. In spite of my panic about leaving I still found time to wonder where she'd come up with the cotton panties and why she was wearing them. I grabbed my bag and her hand and headed out the door. When we got to the elevator I suggested that she go first and that she just walk out the door when she got to the first floor. I told her I'd walk down.
Unfortunately, the desk clerk/manager was waiting for her/us and accosted her as she exited the elevator. I'd waited for a few minutes before heading down the stairs. Once he had the both of us together he proceeded to give us a "lecture" about proper behavior for "young folks". He made us both terribly embarassed. When he finished and told me that if I ever stayed there again I'd be "monitored". At that point my embarassment turned to a bit of anger. I know I shouldn't have said anything but that's not my nature. As we turned to leave I said something along the lines of "If you had restrooms available she wouldn't have gone up to my room." Instead of leaving it there I continued on to tell him that Elle had had an "accident" and needed to get cleaned up. At that point Elle hit my arm and then grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. Now it was she who was mad... at me.
We walked over to the bus station in silence. Once there I apologized and tried to explain why I'd said what I said. She said she understood but she didn't like being embarassed more than she already was. We didn't try to sit because of Elle's wetness but just walked slowly around the area. After a period of relative silence I summoned the courage to ask about the cotton panties. I knew I was taking a risk since she'd shut me down earlier when I asked about Carol's suggestion. For some unknown reason she didn't hesitate in giving me an answer. I was probably more surprised with that than her answer.
In essence, Carol's suggestion had helped AND, since her biggest problems in the daytime had been with me, she thought she might try at least a portion of it when she was with me. On that morning, when she woke up dry, she decided to leave the one pad on along with a pair of Carol's cotton panties. By the time we'd reached the luncheonette she leaked quite a bit and the pad was full. She had to take it off and dispose of it and that's why she took so long. A little had made its way into the panties but not much so she didn't suggest going back to the dorm to change. But, for some reason, when we reached my hotel room she found herself starting to pee and I witnessed the result. The reason she didn't want to talk when we were at "The Pines" was that she was embarassed about wearing the pad and didn't want me to know. At least that's what she told me.
We had a good embrace and kiss when it was time for the bus to leave. I had a small bulge during the first part of my return trip just thinking about her walking all the way through the town in her wet panties. In fact, that visage was the main thought in most of my self pleasuring activities over the next two weeks.
To be continued...
Thursday, December 21, 2006
LIFE AT COLLEGE... The first days (Part 17e)
I steered her to the love seat I'd been in while she and her roommates were eating. As I'd described, it was in a corner and basically hidden from those who stood in the doorway. Even though it had cooled down a bit outside it was stiil quite warm in the lounge and this location was right by a window. Elle was still a bit concerned about just how damp her bottom was and didn't want to harm the upholstery. That gave me the perfect opening to suggest that she lie on her side and across my lap just as we'd done most of the summer. She gave me one of those smirky smiles that told me she knew what I was thinking. Since the upperclasses weren't due on campus until that Monday the lounge was basically deserted so her fear of being "up close and personal" with me in public was negated. I sat down first and she then joined me. My hand was already poised and ready to go under her skirt but she wouldn't let me. I had to satisfy myself by running my fingers all around the leg elastic of her panties through her skirt. It was still in my mind to persue just how Carol's suggestion of pads and panties had worked out for her only I didn't know how to bring up the subject. Someone turned the overhead lights down and it was after that when Elle finally relaxed a bit. It didn't take long for me to attempt another foray under her skirt and this time I was successful. When my hand made it to her backside I was really surprised to find her panties were dry. They weren't though, right between her legs. It took a little "probing" to get her to open them up and once she did it was like old times. The only problem was that by having other people in the room she had to keep the "sound effects" down. That was hard for her so she'd grab my hand to make me stop... but only for a short time. It was really hard for us as we both realized that we were very limited in just how much we could do. However, it was obvious that we both enjoyed this time together.
We were reminded that it was almost curfew time by someone turning the overhead lights on and off a few times. It was only a matter of minutes for us to be at the dorm and when we arrived we found a few other couples embracing at the entryway. Our goodnight kiss was pretty platonic in comparison to what we'd been doing just minutes before. Elle still wasn't comfortable with public affection so it was very short. We agreed that I'd meet her outside the Student Union at 9am and with that I began my walk downtown to the hotel. The room still smelled musty even though I'd left the windows open. I was happy about one thing though and that was I was finally able to relieve my "frustration". After that I had a good night's sleep. I was awake by 7am and incredibly hungry. In fact, it might just have been the hunger that woke me up. I remembered having seen a storefront that appered to be a luncheonette. After showering and getting dressed I found the location and, with only $5 to spare in my pocket, ordered a ham and egg breakfast. I could've eaten another one just like it but wanted to have at least two dollars in my pocket. I made it back to the Student Union a little after 9am and found Elle sitting on the steps. I don't think it was intentional but as I approached I could see a nice little white triangle between her legs and under her skirt. I helped her up, got a little kiss and then she led me back towards the football field. It was another bright sunshiny day and the view from the top of the stadium was just as beautiful as it had been the night before.
Off to the right was a grove of trees which we subsequently found out was called "The Pines". Her RA (resident advisor), after confirming that I was Elle's steady boyfriend, had told Elle that it might be a nice place to take me if we wanted some privacy. There was a path just outside the fence bordering the field and we followed it down to the trees. The path pretty much disappeared as pine needles completely covered the ground. We walked for quite a distance but eventually found a place where we could see the horizon. There were a couple of dead trees lying on the ground and we used one as a backrest. We hadn't talked much on our way there but after we sat down I got up the courage to ask how she'd made out the previous night. At first she acted like she didn't know what I was talking about. I reminded her that Cary had interrupted us the night before right at the time she'd been telling me about Carol's suggestion for handling her nighttime wetting. She'd been so open and willing to talk to me the night before I, more or less, expected that it would be the same today. It wasn't.
After some verbal "dancing", I point blank asked her if Carol's suggestion had worked. She asked why I wanted to know. I again reminded her that she'd been the one to volunteer the information to me and I was "curious". Reluctantly, at first, she acknowleged that as uncomfortable as it had been for her at first it did have merit. Without giving me specific details she said that it wasn't "perfect" but it did help. I trird for more information but she wasn't in the mood to go any further with it. In fact, I'd made her upset and she got up and started back. I was truly puzzled.
To be continued...
I steered her to the love seat I'd been in while she and her roommates were eating. As I'd described, it was in a corner and basically hidden from those who stood in the doorway. Even though it had cooled down a bit outside it was stiil quite warm in the lounge and this location was right by a window. Elle was still a bit concerned about just how damp her bottom was and didn't want to harm the upholstery. That gave me the perfect opening to suggest that she lie on her side and across my lap just as we'd done most of the summer. She gave me one of those smirky smiles that told me she knew what I was thinking. Since the upperclasses weren't due on campus until that Monday the lounge was basically deserted so her fear of being "up close and personal" with me in public was negated. I sat down first and she then joined me. My hand was already poised and ready to go under her skirt but she wouldn't let me. I had to satisfy myself by running my fingers all around the leg elastic of her panties through her skirt. It was still in my mind to persue just how Carol's suggestion of pads and panties had worked out for her only I didn't know how to bring up the subject. Someone turned the overhead lights down and it was after that when Elle finally relaxed a bit. It didn't take long for me to attempt another foray under her skirt and this time I was successful. When my hand made it to her backside I was really surprised to find her panties were dry. They weren't though, right between her legs. It took a little "probing" to get her to open them up and once she did it was like old times. The only problem was that by having other people in the room she had to keep the "sound effects" down. That was hard for her so she'd grab my hand to make me stop... but only for a short time. It was really hard for us as we both realized that we were very limited in just how much we could do. However, it was obvious that we both enjoyed this time together.
We were reminded that it was almost curfew time by someone turning the overhead lights on and off a few times. It was only a matter of minutes for us to be at the dorm and when we arrived we found a few other couples embracing at the entryway. Our goodnight kiss was pretty platonic in comparison to what we'd been doing just minutes before. Elle still wasn't comfortable with public affection so it was very short. We agreed that I'd meet her outside the Student Union at 9am and with that I began my walk downtown to the hotel. The room still smelled musty even though I'd left the windows open. I was happy about one thing though and that was I was finally able to relieve my "frustration". After that I had a good night's sleep. I was awake by 7am and incredibly hungry. In fact, it might just have been the hunger that woke me up. I remembered having seen a storefront that appered to be a luncheonette. After showering and getting dressed I found the location and, with only $5 to spare in my pocket, ordered a ham and egg breakfast. I could've eaten another one just like it but wanted to have at least two dollars in my pocket. I made it back to the Student Union a little after 9am and found Elle sitting on the steps. I don't think it was intentional but as I approached I could see a nice little white triangle between her legs and under her skirt. I helped her up, got a little kiss and then she led me back towards the football field. It was another bright sunshiny day and the view from the top of the stadium was just as beautiful as it had been the night before.
Off to the right was a grove of trees which we subsequently found out was called "The Pines". Her RA (resident advisor), after confirming that I was Elle's steady boyfriend, had told Elle that it might be a nice place to take me if we wanted some privacy. There was a path just outside the fence bordering the field and we followed it down to the trees. The path pretty much disappeared as pine needles completely covered the ground. We walked for quite a distance but eventually found a place where we could see the horizon. There were a couple of dead trees lying on the ground and we used one as a backrest. We hadn't talked much on our way there but after we sat down I got up the courage to ask how she'd made out the previous night. At first she acted like she didn't know what I was talking about. I reminded her that Cary had interrupted us the night before right at the time she'd been telling me about Carol's suggestion for handling her nighttime wetting. She'd been so open and willing to talk to me the night before I, more or less, expected that it would be the same today. It wasn't.
After some verbal "dancing", I point blank asked her if Carol's suggestion had worked. She asked why I wanted to know. I again reminded her that she'd been the one to volunteer the information to me and I was "curious". Reluctantly, at first, she acknowleged that as uncomfortable as it had been for her at first it did have merit. Without giving me specific details she said that it wasn't "perfect" but it did help. I trird for more information but she wasn't in the mood to go any further with it. In fact, I'd made her upset and she got up and started back. I was truly puzzled.
To be continued...
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
LIFE AT COLLEGE... First days (Part 17d)
The whole time Elle was telling me all of this she was basically sitting on one cheek and facing me, all the while continuing to be very animated. I never said a word, content to listen. But she didn't stop there. She told me that after they'd finished eating at the Student Union Carol had pulled her aside. She told Elle that she'd bed wet until she was 16 but only did it rarely any more. She told her that she could readily understand how Elle felt while telling the others about it and wasn't sure that she would've been able to have done it. Elle told me that they were actually walking behind Toby and Nancy as she was telling her this. They got to the door of the dorm but ended up staying outside, sitting on the low wall along the path. Carol went on to ask what Elle wore to bed at night and when she told her that she wore only her panties Carol couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that she didn't wear something to catch or hold some of the pee when she did go in her sleep. (You have to remember that back in the 50's there weren't any products readily available for people with this kind of problem) Carol proceeded to tell Elle what she and her mother had devised to lessen the "damage" when she did pee at night and suggested that she might think about trying it. She asked Elle if she had any heavy cotton panties and sanitary pads. Elle had left the only cotton panties she had (the ones I'd given her and the pair that Liz had loaned her) at home but she did have a new box of pads. Carol told her that what she'd done each night was to put on a pad (with a belt) and a pair of heavy cotton panties. Then she'd add another pair of heavy cotton panties and stuff another pad between the two panties. Elle, in telling me this, admitted that she thought it was a crazy idea. But she went on to say that Carol seemed so sincere that she agreed to try it. That night, when they were preparing for bed Carol slipped her two pair of her heavy cotton panties. (She used them when she was on her period) Elle said she followed Carol's instructions, changing in one of the bathroom stalls. She was sort of smiling as she told me about it as she said she felt like she had a "load in her pants" as she walked back to the room.
It was about then that Elle saw someone walking down the row that we were sitting in. Since I was blocking her view she started to stand up but, with an "Oh no!" sat right back down. Before I could ask what was wrong I heard a voice from behind me calling out to Elle. It was Cary, the other girl from Elle's High School class (Nan being the other). Even though they'd been there for three days they hadn't caught up with each other. I wasn't very happy that it was happening right then and there. Cary walked up behind me and started talking to Elle but Elle was very quiet. I knew that the two were not "best friends" but had been classmates all the way from Kindergarden. Listening to Cary you would've thought that they'd been inseperable. I could judge that Elle was very uncomfortable so made a move to get up and go but she put her hand in mine and gently tugged it to make me sit back down again. Cary stayed for probably 15 minutes, talking the whole time. When she was maybe 20 or so feet away Elle leaned over to me and whispered that she'd wet heself and spread her legs to show a puddle beneath her feet. She was actually very calm in that she didn't seem to be upset in admitting it to me. It was in direct contrast with some of the other incidents I'd witnessed. I remember her saying something like "I've got a problem.". I had one too... a very noticable bulge. I'd put my arms across my lap to hide it as I leaned forward to hear her. My concern was that she would see it and wonder why I was sexually aroused and I wasn't even touching her. I'd been successful in hiding the fact that her wetting was a "turn-on" for me and I wasn't ready to admit it right there. With the back of her skirt wet her main concern was how to get back to her room to change without being seen and how to keep her roommates from knowing.
After a minute or so I suggested that we wait until after the sunset. That way, with it being dusk, it would be harder for someone to notice. I remember her wearing a flowered skirt which was a plus but when she spread her legs again for me to see, it was definitely noticable. I looked around and there were fewer people than when we came so suggested that she pull the wet skirt out from under her and spread it out behind her, hoping that it would dry a bit. It took some persuading but she did it. We then sat back and watched the sun go down. I remember it being very beautiful with small clouds staying orange even after it disappeared. Selfishly, I'd hoped to get to feel her wet panties but her mind was more on getting back without being seen. I had to be satisfied with her cuddled into my body with one arm around her shoulder.
We waited until it was almost dark. When we stood up I couldn't see any evidence of wetness but when I patted her fanny it was there. On our way back she was obviously concerned about the possibility that one or all of her roommates might be in the room. She knew that if she changed her clothes that there would be questions. We were almost all the way back when I pointed to the Student Union. I told her that since she was almost dry we could go into the lounge until curfew (midnight) and that way her roommates wouldn't have any idea about what had happened. This time I didn't have to do much persuading.
To be continued...
The whole time Elle was telling me all of this she was basically sitting on one cheek and facing me, all the while continuing to be very animated. I never said a word, content to listen. But she didn't stop there. She told me that after they'd finished eating at the Student Union Carol had pulled her aside. She told Elle that she'd bed wet until she was 16 but only did it rarely any more. She told her that she could readily understand how Elle felt while telling the others about it and wasn't sure that she would've been able to have done it. Elle told me that they were actually walking behind Toby and Nancy as she was telling her this. They got to the door of the dorm but ended up staying outside, sitting on the low wall along the path. Carol went on to ask what Elle wore to bed at night and when she told her that she wore only her panties Carol couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that she didn't wear something to catch or hold some of the pee when she did go in her sleep. (You have to remember that back in the 50's there weren't any products readily available for people with this kind of problem) Carol proceeded to tell Elle what she and her mother had devised to lessen the "damage" when she did pee at night and suggested that she might think about trying it. She asked Elle if she had any heavy cotton panties and sanitary pads. Elle had left the only cotton panties she had (the ones I'd given her and the pair that Liz had loaned her) at home but she did have a new box of pads. Carol told her that what she'd done each night was to put on a pad (with a belt) and a pair of heavy cotton panties. Then she'd add another pair of heavy cotton panties and stuff another pad between the two panties. Elle, in telling me this, admitted that she thought it was a crazy idea. But she went on to say that Carol seemed so sincere that she agreed to try it. That night, when they were preparing for bed Carol slipped her two pair of her heavy cotton panties. (She used them when she was on her period) Elle said she followed Carol's instructions, changing in one of the bathroom stalls. She was sort of smiling as she told me about it as she said she felt like she had a "load in her pants" as she walked back to the room.
It was about then that Elle saw someone walking down the row that we were sitting in. Since I was blocking her view she started to stand up but, with an "Oh no!" sat right back down. Before I could ask what was wrong I heard a voice from behind me calling out to Elle. It was Cary, the other girl from Elle's High School class (Nan being the other). Even though they'd been there for three days they hadn't caught up with each other. I wasn't very happy that it was happening right then and there. Cary walked up behind me and started talking to Elle but Elle was very quiet. I knew that the two were not "best friends" but had been classmates all the way from Kindergarden. Listening to Cary you would've thought that they'd been inseperable. I could judge that Elle was very uncomfortable so made a move to get up and go but she put her hand in mine and gently tugged it to make me sit back down again. Cary stayed for probably 15 minutes, talking the whole time. When she was maybe 20 or so feet away Elle leaned over to me and whispered that she'd wet heself and spread her legs to show a puddle beneath her feet. She was actually very calm in that she didn't seem to be upset in admitting it to me. It was in direct contrast with some of the other incidents I'd witnessed. I remember her saying something like "I've got a problem.". I had one too... a very noticable bulge. I'd put my arms across my lap to hide it as I leaned forward to hear her. My concern was that she would see it and wonder why I was sexually aroused and I wasn't even touching her. I'd been successful in hiding the fact that her wetting was a "turn-on" for me and I wasn't ready to admit it right there. With the back of her skirt wet her main concern was how to get back to her room to change without being seen and how to keep her roommates from knowing.
After a minute or so I suggested that we wait until after the sunset. That way, with it being dusk, it would be harder for someone to notice. I remember her wearing a flowered skirt which was a plus but when she spread her legs again for me to see, it was definitely noticable. I looked around and there were fewer people than when we came so suggested that she pull the wet skirt out from under her and spread it out behind her, hoping that it would dry a bit. It took some persuading but she did it. We then sat back and watched the sun go down. I remember it being very beautiful with small clouds staying orange even after it disappeared. Selfishly, I'd hoped to get to feel her wet panties but her mind was more on getting back without being seen. I had to be satisfied with her cuddled into my body with one arm around her shoulder.
We waited until it was almost dark. When we stood up I couldn't see any evidence of wetness but when I patted her fanny it was there. On our way back she was obviously concerned about the possibility that one or all of her roommates might be in the room. She knew that if she changed her clothes that there would be questions. We were almost all the way back when I pointed to the Student Union. I told her that since she was almost dry we could go into the lounge until curfew (midnight) and that way her roommates wouldn't have any idea about what had happened. This time I didn't have to do much persuading.
To be continued...
Monday, December 18, 2006
LIFE AT COLLEGE... The early days (Part 17c)
(What I'm going to do here is to write this almost as if I was a reporter and had interviewed her and was now writing about it. An opportunity arose a few weeks ago for me to "relive" the situation with my wife without giving away my need for the information. I was amazed at how much she remembered. Her telling me also reminded me of a lot things she'd forgotten.)
She said she was the last (of four) to arrive and that the others had already picked out thier "spots, including beds. The college had received more acceptances than they'd planned for and found themselves scrambling to make enough room for the incoming freshman. The girls had been placed in the basement of the dorm in a room that had previously housed the school newspaper. The one good thing was that everything was new. The bad things were many. The biggest complaint they had was that there was only one closet for the four to share. Bunk beds was another complaint and the fact that they didn't really have full windows to look outside or to get fresh air was also a "biggie". As soon as all Elle's thing had been brought into the room one of the girls, Toby, who umistakenly came from the city, called a meeting. Elle hadn't really gotten a chance to even talk with the others and was initially put off by her assertiveness. Toby started right in by waving the stump of an arm around in front of all of them. It was her left arm and it ended at the elbow. The were three little projections right at the end that represented her fingers. Toby started right in by saying that she was born that way and that she'd managed to do most everything she'd wanted to do even without a full arm. Elle hadn't even had time to notice it when she'd first walked into the room. Toby went on to say that she wanted no pity from any of them. She said that she wouldn't tolerate anyone fawning over her, trying to be helpful. She was a "big girl" and if she needed help she'd ask. Elle (and the others) were basically speechless. She went on to say that she had some habits that might be annoying to others and wanted everyone to know right up front. If anyone had a problem with any of them they were to go right to her and not whisper among themselves about it. All Elle could think was that Toby really was going to be a problem.
However, she didn't stop there. She then went on to ask (demand?) that the others voice their bad habits or traits so that they could all figure out a way to make the year a pleasant one. Elle went into a panic. She didn't have any idea how she was going to get the nerve to tell three girls she didn't know that she often wet her bed. One of the other girls, Nancy, gave her a few more minutes to think about it as she told of her faults. She was a small girl who was very outgoing with a smile seemingly painted on her face. She started off by apologizing but she did have a tendancy to snore. Toby, at first, groaned but a smile quickly crossed her face. Nancy then hesitated and it took a minute or two but she admitted that she was super shy about her person. She said she'd appreciate it if the others wouldn't tease her about being so modest. Caroleigh (Carol) was the next. She was raised in in an urban area and had been introduced to smoking by her peers. She said she'd already picked up on the fact that the others didn't and she promised to respect them in that area. She also said she liked to have music to study by but if the others didn't she'd try to do without it. Now it was Elle's turn. She'd worked herself up to the point of almost crying. Toby picked up on it right away and went over by her to comfort and encourage her. Elle was sitting on a chair and Toby stood by her side saying that no matter what it was that it wouldn't go beyond the room. She then elicited (demanded) that the other two agree. Elle finally began by rambling about having a problem with sleep, which, in a round about way, was true. It took more encouragement from Toby but she finally came out and said that if she didn't get up around three times a night that she would end up wetting her bed. She told them about her multiple alarm clocks and how she used them to wake up periodically during the night. Surprisingly, to Elle, they didn't look at her as some sort of freak and seemed to be more concerned about what had happened to cause the problem. That seemed to calm her down. After they'd talked about it for a while, Toby suggested that maybe Carol might give up her lower bunk. That way it'd be easier for Elle to get up and go to the bathroom and have less chance of waking Carol up when she did. Carol readily agreed. The one suggestion they all had was to have Elle put the clocks under her pillow to which Elle agreed. The one thing Elle didn't do was to tell them about the potential for "accidents" during the day. She chose not to because she'd been able to handle it all through High School when she was on a strict schedule and she figured that it would be more of the same in college. When the "meeting" ended Elle felt good about not only her roommates (including Toby) but that her "problem" didn't seem to be a problem for them.
To be continued...
(What I'm going to do here is to write this almost as if I was a reporter and had interviewed her and was now writing about it. An opportunity arose a few weeks ago for me to "relive" the situation with my wife without giving away my need for the information. I was amazed at how much she remembered. Her telling me also reminded me of a lot things she'd forgotten.)
She said she was the last (of four) to arrive and that the others had already picked out thier "spots, including beds. The college had received more acceptances than they'd planned for and found themselves scrambling to make enough room for the incoming freshman. The girls had been placed in the basement of the dorm in a room that had previously housed the school newspaper. The one good thing was that everything was new. The bad things were many. The biggest complaint they had was that there was only one closet for the four to share. Bunk beds was another complaint and the fact that they didn't really have full windows to look outside or to get fresh air was also a "biggie". As soon as all Elle's thing had been brought into the room one of the girls, Toby, who umistakenly came from the city, called a meeting. Elle hadn't really gotten a chance to even talk with the others and was initially put off by her assertiveness. Toby started right in by waving the stump of an arm around in front of all of them. It was her left arm and it ended at the elbow. The were three little projections right at the end that represented her fingers. Toby started right in by saying that she was born that way and that she'd managed to do most everything she'd wanted to do even without a full arm. Elle hadn't even had time to notice it when she'd first walked into the room. Toby went on to say that she wanted no pity from any of them. She said that she wouldn't tolerate anyone fawning over her, trying to be helpful. She was a "big girl" and if she needed help she'd ask. Elle (and the others) were basically speechless. She went on to say that she had some habits that might be annoying to others and wanted everyone to know right up front. If anyone had a problem with any of them they were to go right to her and not whisper among themselves about it. All Elle could think was that Toby really was going to be a problem.
However, she didn't stop there. She then went on to ask (demand?) that the others voice their bad habits or traits so that they could all figure out a way to make the year a pleasant one. Elle went into a panic. She didn't have any idea how she was going to get the nerve to tell three girls she didn't know that she often wet her bed. One of the other girls, Nancy, gave her a few more minutes to think about it as she told of her faults. She was a small girl who was very outgoing with a smile seemingly painted on her face. She started off by apologizing but she did have a tendancy to snore. Toby, at first, groaned but a smile quickly crossed her face. Nancy then hesitated and it took a minute or two but she admitted that she was super shy about her person. She said she'd appreciate it if the others wouldn't tease her about being so modest. Caroleigh (Carol) was the next. She was raised in in an urban area and had been introduced to smoking by her peers. She said she'd already picked up on the fact that the others didn't and she promised to respect them in that area. She also said she liked to have music to study by but if the others didn't she'd try to do without it. Now it was Elle's turn. She'd worked herself up to the point of almost crying. Toby picked up on it right away and went over by her to comfort and encourage her. Elle was sitting on a chair and Toby stood by her side saying that no matter what it was that it wouldn't go beyond the room. She then elicited (demanded) that the other two agree. Elle finally began by rambling about having a problem with sleep, which, in a round about way, was true. It took more encouragement from Toby but she finally came out and said that if she didn't get up around three times a night that she would end up wetting her bed. She told them about her multiple alarm clocks and how she used them to wake up periodically during the night. Surprisingly, to Elle, they didn't look at her as some sort of freak and seemed to be more concerned about what had happened to cause the problem. That seemed to calm her down. After they'd talked about it for a while, Toby suggested that maybe Carol might give up her lower bunk. That way it'd be easier for Elle to get up and go to the bathroom and have less chance of waking Carol up when she did. Carol readily agreed. The one suggestion they all had was to have Elle put the clocks under her pillow to which Elle agreed. The one thing Elle didn't do was to tell them about the potential for "accidents" during the day. She chose not to because she'd been able to handle it all through High School when she was on a strict schedule and she figured that it would be more of the same in college. When the "meeting" ended Elle felt good about not only her roommates (including Toby) but that her "problem" didn't seem to be a problem for them.
To be continued...
Friday, December 15, 2006
LIFE AT COLLEGE... First days (Part 17b)
LIFE AT COLLEGE... First days
Elle's roommates were standing right behind her watching this display of affection and, after a few "a-hems" to get her attention, she introduced me to each of them. I really didn't get to associate names with faces as they quickly left us to our own devices. Now standing, and being VERY warm, I suggested that we go outside. There was a low brick wall that was along the pathway leading to the dorm and we ended up sitting on it. Of course she wanted to know the hows and whys of my appearance but, after half heartedly chastizing me for not attending orientation she got up and sat on my lap and gave me a "reward" kiss for coming over to see her. What she also gave me was a small wet spot on my pants. When she'd walked into the dorm she'd been headed for a bathroom. Seeing me made her completely forget about that and, somewhere along the line she'd leaked. As much as I enjoyed her wet panties when alone I was afraid that if she had a real "accident" that I'd be out of luck since I hadn't brought along another pair of pants. She was embarassed when I told her I thought she might want to find a toilet and then saw my pants. She hurried inside and returned about 15 minutes later with her roommates. She'd changed and was now in a skirt and they were on their way to eat. They all stopped and asked me to join them.
Unfortunately (for me) it was not a "pay as you go" cafeteria. You had to have a college issued food ID card to get in. When I was refused entrance they asked what I was going to do for food. I lied and said I'd eaten well for lunch. Elle showed me where the lounge was and said she'd meet me there when she was finished. It was a magnificent room with high ceilings, large fireplace and well furnished, especially for a common area at a public college. There was a mixture of sofas, love seats and comfortable chairs, all upholstered, scattered in little clusters all about the room. There were strategically placed end tables with lamps as well. Walking into the room I was looking directly at the fireplace and above it a portrait of the man who'd donated the bulk of the money to build the facility. On each side of the fireplace was a small room with french doors. Inspecting them, I found each with a sofa, love seat and two chairs. I made note of them for future reference. I ended up waiting for Elle on a love seat over in a corner by a window. There was no air conditioning on at the time but at least there was breeze by the window. As I waited I calculated that there were seats for about 75 people and there was still plenty of space available for more. When Elle came looking she didn't see me so I was there for quite some time. She eventually came back and we had quite a laugh about it. More importantly, at least to me, she'd smuggled a couple of corn muffins, an apple and a banana for me to eat.
Since it was still early she wanted to take me for a walk around the campus. Elle acted as if she were an official campus guide. She really knew her way around and I was impressed with all she'd learned during her own orientation. The last stop was the football field and it was very unique. As I'd mentioned the campus was located on the top of a hill. It was a very large hill. But, there wasn't enough flat ground to make a football field so they cut a part of the hill away. Then they created a series of terraced retaining walls below that and bulldozed the ground down and in behind the walls to stabilize the field. Then they poured concrete right into the hill from where they'd taken the dirt to make the main grandstands. For the "visiting" team they'd erected some metal stands on the other side of the field. As Elle and I walked into the area I was taken by the beautiful vista. The weather was clear and it seemed like you could see forever. If it weren't for those metal grandstands it would've been an uninterrupted view all the way to the horizon. There were probably no more than a dozen people scattered around the grandstands and we chose a place as far away from any of them as we could.
There was one burning question that I'd been waiting to ask Elle but wanted to do it when there was little chance for interruption. Now seemed to be the time. Remembering her trepidition when at home about how her roommates would feel about her "problem", I was curious to know what had happened. In the few minutes I'd seen them interact it appeared they all got along well. When I broke the question to her it was like a dam had broken and rush of words came forth. As far as body language was concerned it was classic. When we'd sat down I put my arm around her and she nestled up to my chest. When I asked my question she bolted upright and moved about half a seat away so that she could face me. At first I thought this was a bad sign but it wasn't. It was just that she was so excited about the whole situation that she wanted to be sure she got all her points across to me. She was much more animated than I could remember her ever being so I was now eagerly waiting to hear what she had to say.
To be continued...
LIFE AT COLLEGE... First days
Elle's roommates were standing right behind her watching this display of affection and, after a few "a-hems" to get her attention, she introduced me to each of them. I really didn't get to associate names with faces as they quickly left us to our own devices. Now standing, and being VERY warm, I suggested that we go outside. There was a low brick wall that was along the pathway leading to the dorm and we ended up sitting on it. Of course she wanted to know the hows and whys of my appearance but, after half heartedly chastizing me for not attending orientation she got up and sat on my lap and gave me a "reward" kiss for coming over to see her. What she also gave me was a small wet spot on my pants. When she'd walked into the dorm she'd been headed for a bathroom. Seeing me made her completely forget about that and, somewhere along the line she'd leaked. As much as I enjoyed her wet panties when alone I was afraid that if she had a real "accident" that I'd be out of luck since I hadn't brought along another pair of pants. She was embarassed when I told her I thought she might want to find a toilet and then saw my pants. She hurried inside and returned about 15 minutes later with her roommates. She'd changed and was now in a skirt and they were on their way to eat. They all stopped and asked me to join them.
Unfortunately (for me) it was not a "pay as you go" cafeteria. You had to have a college issued food ID card to get in. When I was refused entrance they asked what I was going to do for food. I lied and said I'd eaten well for lunch. Elle showed me where the lounge was and said she'd meet me there when she was finished. It was a magnificent room with high ceilings, large fireplace and well furnished, especially for a common area at a public college. There was a mixture of sofas, love seats and comfortable chairs, all upholstered, scattered in little clusters all about the room. There were strategically placed end tables with lamps as well. Walking into the room I was looking directly at the fireplace and above it a portrait of the man who'd donated the bulk of the money to build the facility. On each side of the fireplace was a small room with french doors. Inspecting them, I found each with a sofa, love seat and two chairs. I made note of them for future reference. I ended up waiting for Elle on a love seat over in a corner by a window. There was no air conditioning on at the time but at least there was breeze by the window. As I waited I calculated that there were seats for about 75 people and there was still plenty of space available for more. When Elle came looking she didn't see me so I was there for quite some time. She eventually came back and we had quite a laugh about it. More importantly, at least to me, she'd smuggled a couple of corn muffins, an apple and a banana for me to eat.
Since it was still early she wanted to take me for a walk around the campus. Elle acted as if she were an official campus guide. She really knew her way around and I was impressed with all she'd learned during her own orientation. The last stop was the football field and it was very unique. As I'd mentioned the campus was located on the top of a hill. It was a very large hill. But, there wasn't enough flat ground to make a football field so they cut a part of the hill away. Then they created a series of terraced retaining walls below that and bulldozed the ground down and in behind the walls to stabilize the field. Then they poured concrete right into the hill from where they'd taken the dirt to make the main grandstands. For the "visiting" team they'd erected some metal stands on the other side of the field. As Elle and I walked into the area I was taken by the beautiful vista. The weather was clear and it seemed like you could see forever. If it weren't for those metal grandstands it would've been an uninterrupted view all the way to the horizon. There were probably no more than a dozen people scattered around the grandstands and we chose a place as far away from any of them as we could.
There was one burning question that I'd been waiting to ask Elle but wanted to do it when there was little chance for interruption. Now seemed to be the time. Remembering her trepidition when at home about how her roommates would feel about her "problem", I was curious to know what had happened. In the few minutes I'd seen them interact it appeared they all got along well. When I broke the question to her it was like a dam had broken and rush of words came forth. As far as body language was concerned it was classic. When we'd sat down I put my arm around her and she nestled up to my chest. When I asked my question she bolted upright and moved about half a seat away so that she could face me. At first I thought this was a bad sign but it wasn't. It was just that she was so excited about the whole situation that she wanted to be sure she got all her points across to me. She was much more animated than I could remember her ever being so I was now eagerly waiting to hear what she had to say.
To be continued...
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
LIFE AT COLLEGE... First days (Part 17a)
I ended up bribing (with money) my brother to help me get my "chores" done by the time my father got home. After supper we packed the car for my own trip. Like Nan's mother, my father wanted to get away early. Our trip was about eight hours and my father wanted to stop and visit friends on the way back. It was a boring trip except for when he let me drive. I'd only driven his car once before and that had only been for a trip to the gas station and back. He let me drive the Thruway portion which was a real thrill because I was allowed to drive at 60 mph. We got to the campus around 3pm and checked in and got my room assignment. My father, having graduated from the same college some 27 years earlier, knew exactly where my dorm was located. I didn't bring much with me so it didn't take long to get the car unloaded. He was on his way by 4pm. None of my three roommates was in the room when I arrived but I could tell which was my bed as all the others were piled high with various articles of clothing. That was the first time I focused on just what my roommates would be like.
As it turned out they seemed like nice guys. Mac was the son of Russian immigrants and he'd earned an academic scholarship. He was from a small city and had attended public schools. Norm was like me in that he'd attended a boarding school only his was much smaller than the one I attended. He'd grown up in a fairly rural area and was very much interested in athletics. He also had a steady girlfriend. Those two had taken one of the sleeping rooms which meant I was to share with Dave, the son of two teachers. He was from a suburban area and was very quiet.
Freshman orientation was scheduled for Friday and Saturday. Although I attended all Friday's scheduled functions, my mind was on Elle. I'd called home and gotten a phone number for Elle from my mother. With that in hand I made at least six unsuccesful tries to reach her. I'd also been able to get a bus schedule and found that if I took the 9:30am bus I could be in the town where Elle's college was located by 2:30pm. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to do it. So, Saturday morning I decided to blow off orientation. I packed up some clean underware and my toothbrush and headed for the bus stop. It took 5 hours, including a 2 hour layover, to reach my destination. (I subsequently found out that the trip, by car, would only take 1 1/4 hours). I got directions for the college at the bus station and, on the way, passed by an old hotel. Not having anywhere to stay, I stopped. A room was around $15, and after allowing for bus fare back I calculated that I'd have approximately $5 left. I knew I had to have a place to sleep so I, reluctantly, paid the clerk. I didn't want to be carrying the bag so went right to the room. It smelled musty but was clean. It would certainly do.
As I trudgeded up the hill to the campus I wondered if all colleges were built on the top of hills. In just two days at my college I'd already become tired of walking up and down hills and here I was going up another hill. I did have the name of Elle's dorm so it wasn't that hard to find. However, locating Elle was, especially since she didn't know I was coming. There was a girl at the desk just inside the door and I told her who I was looking for. She didn't recognize the name but suggested that I take a seat in the small lounge located right there. I waited for almost an hour before I saw her walking in. When she saw me she squealed and the smile on her face could have lit up an auditorium. She was on top of me before I could get all the way up. Her kiss was almost violent. I was shocked. So were the girls who'd walked in with her. It was obvious she was glad to see me!
To be continued...
I ended up bribing (with money) my brother to help me get my "chores" done by the time my father got home. After supper we packed the car for my own trip. Like Nan's mother, my father wanted to get away early. Our trip was about eight hours and my father wanted to stop and visit friends on the way back. It was a boring trip except for when he let me drive. I'd only driven his car once before and that had only been for a trip to the gas station and back. He let me drive the Thruway portion which was a real thrill because I was allowed to drive at 60 mph. We got to the campus around 3pm and checked in and got my room assignment. My father, having graduated from the same college some 27 years earlier, knew exactly where my dorm was located. I didn't bring much with me so it didn't take long to get the car unloaded. He was on his way by 4pm. None of my three roommates was in the room when I arrived but I could tell which was my bed as all the others were piled high with various articles of clothing. That was the first time I focused on just what my roommates would be like.
As it turned out they seemed like nice guys. Mac was the son of Russian immigrants and he'd earned an academic scholarship. He was from a small city and had attended public schools. Norm was like me in that he'd attended a boarding school only his was much smaller than the one I attended. He'd grown up in a fairly rural area and was very much interested in athletics. He also had a steady girlfriend. Those two had taken one of the sleeping rooms which meant I was to share with Dave, the son of two teachers. He was from a suburban area and was very quiet.
Freshman orientation was scheduled for Friday and Saturday. Although I attended all Friday's scheduled functions, my mind was on Elle. I'd called home and gotten a phone number for Elle from my mother. With that in hand I made at least six unsuccesful tries to reach her. I'd also been able to get a bus schedule and found that if I took the 9:30am bus I could be in the town where Elle's college was located by 2:30pm. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to do it. So, Saturday morning I decided to blow off orientation. I packed up some clean underware and my toothbrush and headed for the bus stop. It took 5 hours, including a 2 hour layover, to reach my destination. (I subsequently found out that the trip, by car, would only take 1 1/4 hours). I got directions for the college at the bus station and, on the way, passed by an old hotel. Not having anywhere to stay, I stopped. A room was around $15, and after allowing for bus fare back I calculated that I'd have approximately $5 left. I knew I had to have a place to sleep so I, reluctantly, paid the clerk. I didn't want to be carrying the bag so went right to the room. It smelled musty but was clean. It would certainly do.
As I trudgeded up the hill to the campus I wondered if all colleges were built on the top of hills. In just two days at my college I'd already become tired of walking up and down hills and here I was going up another hill. I did have the name of Elle's dorm so it wasn't that hard to find. However, locating Elle was, especially since she didn't know I was coming. There was a girl at the desk just inside the door and I told her who I was looking for. She didn't recognize the name but suggested that I take a seat in the small lounge located right there. I waited for almost an hour before I saw her walking in. When she saw me she squealed and the smile on her face could have lit up an auditorium. She was on top of me before I could get all the way up. Her kiss was almost violent. I was shocked. So were the girls who'd walked in with her. It was obvious she was glad to see me!
To be continued...
Monday, December 11, 2006
POST MORTEM... (Part 16a)
It was about that time when my Mother came out and reminded me about my "chores". I could tell that she meant it this time so I, reluctantly, left the girls and the beach. It was hard to concentrate as my mind was on Elle and her bleeding. I didn't know anyone to call. Of all my close friends I didn't know any of them who I truly believed had ever "gone all the way". A few of the braggards at prep school claimed many conquests but my gut told me they were lying. I worked myself up about the situation enough to get a headache but I did manage to make some headway on my list. My father wasn't happy with it though and "suggested" that I continue on with it after supper. I pleaded my case with him by telling him that Elle was leaving first thing in the morning and I promised to spend the whole next day on it and would most definitely get it finished. My mother came to my rescue and I was allowed to head for Elle's house. Elle seemed to be in a better frame of mind and appeared to be glad to see me. Unfortunately, she couldn't get free from her parents so I couldn't really talk with her. What I did find out was that because she was late getting in the night before she had to be in bed by 10pm. My first thought was that it wasn't too bad a punishment. However, because it was her last night home her parents stayed up past their normal bed time of 9pm. When they finaly said "good night" it was almost 10pm which meant I'd only have a few minutes alone with her. About the only thing we accomplished was to profess our love for each other and that I promised to call her as soon as she let her parents know how she could be reached once at school. Our good bye kiss was almost platonic when compared to where we'd been. I was certainly disappointed.
It took a long while to realize that what we were both feeling was remorse. I probably couldn't have given a valid definition of the word at that time. What we did hadn't been planned and neither of us were bad kids. But we both knew that, basically, it was wrong in spite of our emotions. Not understanding the physical ramifications of our act had only made it worse. It was another long, almost sleepless, night.
I promised that I'd be up early and to be there when she left. I wasn't. I remember checking the time when my brother got up to go to the bathroom and it was almost 4am. My father had to wake me up for the second straight morning and it was 7:30am. I knew then that there was no chance of seeing Elle as Nan's mother had said she wanted to be on her way by 6:30am. Now I was really depressed.
To be continued...
It was about that time when my Mother came out and reminded me about my "chores". I could tell that she meant it this time so I, reluctantly, left the girls and the beach. It was hard to concentrate as my mind was on Elle and her bleeding. I didn't know anyone to call. Of all my close friends I didn't know any of them who I truly believed had ever "gone all the way". A few of the braggards at prep school claimed many conquests but my gut told me they were lying. I worked myself up about the situation enough to get a headache but I did manage to make some headway on my list. My father wasn't happy with it though and "suggested" that I continue on with it after supper. I pleaded my case with him by telling him that Elle was leaving first thing in the morning and I promised to spend the whole next day on it and would most definitely get it finished. My mother came to my rescue and I was allowed to head for Elle's house. Elle seemed to be in a better frame of mind and appeared to be glad to see me. Unfortunately, she couldn't get free from her parents so I couldn't really talk with her. What I did find out was that because she was late getting in the night before she had to be in bed by 10pm. My first thought was that it wasn't too bad a punishment. However, because it was her last night home her parents stayed up past their normal bed time of 9pm. When they finaly said "good night" it was almost 10pm which meant I'd only have a few minutes alone with her. About the only thing we accomplished was to profess our love for each other and that I promised to call her as soon as she let her parents know how she could be reached once at school. Our good bye kiss was almost platonic when compared to where we'd been. I was certainly disappointed.
It took a long while to realize that what we were both feeling was remorse. I probably couldn't have given a valid definition of the word at that time. What we did hadn't been planned and neither of us were bad kids. But we both knew that, basically, it was wrong in spite of our emotions. Not understanding the physical ramifications of our act had only made it worse. It was another long, almost sleepless, night.
I promised that I'd be up early and to be there when she left. I wasn't. I remember checking the time when my brother got up to go to the bathroom and it was almost 4am. My father had to wake me up for the second straight morning and it was 7:30am. I knew then that there was no chance of seeing Elle as Nan's mother had said she wanted to be on her way by 6:30am. Now I was really depressed.
To be continued...
Sunday, December 10, 2006
THE RESULT (Part 15b)
It was my father who woke me up. Since I was to be off to my college in just two days there were a whole bunch of "chores" that he wanted me to take care of before I left. They certainly weren't on my "radar". He left the room before I could protest and by the time I got downstairs he was already off to work. I looked over at Elle's house and her shade was still down so, after grabbing a bite to eat, I started in on the chores. I began in the garage and after about an hour I saw Nan and her mother drive by. I was curious as to why but also figured that if Nan were in the car Elle must be up. I walked over and knocked on the door. Elle's mother let me in and there was no one there but Nan's mother. I asked where Elle was and was told that Nan was upstairs waking her up. I was never good at "small talk", especially with adults and this was no exception. What I did find out was that, since both Elle and Nan were going to the same college, Nan's mother had offered to take Elle along, saving her parents a trip. It would've been a hardship since Elle's parents only had one car and her father needed it for work and would've had to take a day off. After Nan had loaded up her things her mother was concerned that there wasn't going to be enough room for Elle and her things. So, they'd driven over to load all Elle's belongings just to make sure. Nan was the first one downstairs which disappointed me. I couldn't wait to see Elle. When she finally made it I could see by her face that there was something wrong. Again, my first thought was that she was getting scared now that leaving home was so close. I said "Good morning" but didn't get a response, not even a look. But, before I could dwell on that Nan asked if I could go up and get Elle's suitcase as it was really heavy. By the time I was back everyone was outside by the trunk of the car. Nan was in an argument with her mother about some of the things that she'd insisted she needed. All of Elle's things were on the ground waiting to be loaded. On first view it was obvious that Nan had far more than Elle did. However, I saw that a lot of room could be gained by rearranging some things and asked if I could make the changes. By the time I was through there was more than enough room for everybody and everything, including the last minute stuff like pillows and toiletries. Everybody seemed pleased... except Elle. I still couldn't get her to focus on me and to look directly at me. I was truly puzzled. Then, disappointing me even more, she proceeded to ask Nan to stay for the afternoon. Now, I liked Nan. I really did. But Elle was going to be spending the whole next day with her in the car and I was being shuffled aside. Then, Elle's mother offered to make lunch for everybody. I knew I had my chores waiting but I said "yes" anyway, hoping to get through to Elle. Before lunch was ready, Jane, the girl from up the road who'd been a part of our play group up until having access to cars broke us up, showed up to wish Elle good luck at school. She too, was asked to stay to eat. When almost finished, Nan made a comment about how she'd wished that she'd brought her bathing suit as this was the last day for swimming. Elle's mother, having just gone through all Elle's clothes said that there were still two suits upstairs. Elle and Nan were almost identical in size (except for the bust area) and had shared clothes the whole previous winter when Nan had lived with them. So, with that, a "plan" was hatched. Jane said she'd go home and get her suit as well and we decided we'd meet on my beach in a half hour.
When I went home to change my mother reminded me about my "chores" but I was determined to find out what was Elle's problem with me. When she and Nan arrived I recognized both of their suits. We hadn't had much chance for swimming what with work and our schedules but they were still familiar. Elle had preferred cotton one piece suits with a "bloomer" style bottom for some reason. Nan ran right in the water while Elle rested against the dock. I sidled up to her but she still wouldn't look at me. I forced the issue by asking what was wrong. She didn't answer until I asked if she wasn't feeling well. While staring at her feet she said "I'm bleeding." Now, I knew she'd just had her period as I'd endured a week of her "moods" while she suffered though it. Totally ignorant about the whole sexual process I said something like "how could that be?" It took a few seconds for her to answer and, again, it was only two words. "Last night." All of a sudden I rememnered her crying out while I was on top of her. I didn't know just what it was that I'd done but that had to be it. We both stood there leaning against the dock, nervously working our feet in the sand until Jane showed up. I was actually glad to see her. She and Elle chatted a bit and I walked down to the water's edge. Nan called for us to come out and join her but I walked away. Jane had already tried to get Elle to go in but had been rebuffed. I made a stab at it but she whispered to me that she was wearing a pad. Dumb me! If she was bleeding it made sense that she would be wearing a pad. I apologized but stayed with her and then she finally started talking.
When she'd gone into the bathroom to get cleaned up the previous night she was shocked to see her panties (and shorts) all bloody. She didn't know why but knew it had something to do with what we'd done... and that really worried her. She didn't know what to do or who to ask about it. Since she was leaving in just another day she was concerned that something might be drastically wrong and was even more scared. She was afraid to say anything to her mother since her mother knew that her period was over. I was certainly no help. It was the blind leading the blind and now I was worried too!
To be continued...
It was my father who woke me up. Since I was to be off to my college in just two days there were a whole bunch of "chores" that he wanted me to take care of before I left. They certainly weren't on my "radar". He left the room before I could protest and by the time I got downstairs he was already off to work. I looked over at Elle's house and her shade was still down so, after grabbing a bite to eat, I started in on the chores. I began in the garage and after about an hour I saw Nan and her mother drive by. I was curious as to why but also figured that if Nan were in the car Elle must be up. I walked over and knocked on the door. Elle's mother let me in and there was no one there but Nan's mother. I asked where Elle was and was told that Nan was upstairs waking her up. I was never good at "small talk", especially with adults and this was no exception. What I did find out was that, since both Elle and Nan were going to the same college, Nan's mother had offered to take Elle along, saving her parents a trip. It would've been a hardship since Elle's parents only had one car and her father needed it for work and would've had to take a day off. After Nan had loaded up her things her mother was concerned that there wasn't going to be enough room for Elle and her things. So, they'd driven over to load all Elle's belongings just to make sure. Nan was the first one downstairs which disappointed me. I couldn't wait to see Elle. When she finally made it I could see by her face that there was something wrong. Again, my first thought was that she was getting scared now that leaving home was so close. I said "Good morning" but didn't get a response, not even a look. But, before I could dwell on that Nan asked if I could go up and get Elle's suitcase as it was really heavy. By the time I was back everyone was outside by the trunk of the car. Nan was in an argument with her mother about some of the things that she'd insisted she needed. All of Elle's things were on the ground waiting to be loaded. On first view it was obvious that Nan had far more than Elle did. However, I saw that a lot of room could be gained by rearranging some things and asked if I could make the changes. By the time I was through there was more than enough room for everybody and everything, including the last minute stuff like pillows and toiletries. Everybody seemed pleased... except Elle. I still couldn't get her to focus on me and to look directly at me. I was truly puzzled. Then, disappointing me even more, she proceeded to ask Nan to stay for the afternoon. Now, I liked Nan. I really did. But Elle was going to be spending the whole next day with her in the car and I was being shuffled aside. Then, Elle's mother offered to make lunch for everybody. I knew I had my chores waiting but I said "yes" anyway, hoping to get through to Elle. Before lunch was ready, Jane, the girl from up the road who'd been a part of our play group up until having access to cars broke us up, showed up to wish Elle good luck at school. She too, was asked to stay to eat. When almost finished, Nan made a comment about how she'd wished that she'd brought her bathing suit as this was the last day for swimming. Elle's mother, having just gone through all Elle's clothes said that there were still two suits upstairs. Elle and Nan were almost identical in size (except for the bust area) and had shared clothes the whole previous winter when Nan had lived with them. So, with that, a "plan" was hatched. Jane said she'd go home and get her suit as well and we decided we'd meet on my beach in a half hour.
When I went home to change my mother reminded me about my "chores" but I was determined to find out what was Elle's problem with me. When she and Nan arrived I recognized both of their suits. We hadn't had much chance for swimming what with work and our schedules but they were still familiar. Elle had preferred cotton one piece suits with a "bloomer" style bottom for some reason. Nan ran right in the water while Elle rested against the dock. I sidled up to her but she still wouldn't look at me. I forced the issue by asking what was wrong. She didn't answer until I asked if she wasn't feeling well. While staring at her feet she said "I'm bleeding." Now, I knew she'd just had her period as I'd endured a week of her "moods" while she suffered though it. Totally ignorant about the whole sexual process I said something like "how could that be?" It took a few seconds for her to answer and, again, it was only two words. "Last night." All of a sudden I rememnered her crying out while I was on top of her. I didn't know just what it was that I'd done but that had to be it. We both stood there leaning against the dock, nervously working our feet in the sand until Jane showed up. I was actually glad to see her. She and Elle chatted a bit and I walked down to the water's edge. Nan called for us to come out and join her but I walked away. Jane had already tried to get Elle to go in but had been rebuffed. I made a stab at it but she whispered to me that she was wearing a pad. Dumb me! If she was bleeding it made sense that she would be wearing a pad. I apologized but stayed with her and then she finally started talking.
When she'd gone into the bathroom to get cleaned up the previous night she was shocked to see her panties (and shorts) all bloody. She didn't know why but knew it had something to do with what we'd done... and that really worried her. She didn't know what to do or who to ask about it. Since she was leaving in just another day she was concerned that something might be drastically wrong and was even more scared. She was afraid to say anything to her mother since her mother knew that her period was over. I was certainly no help. It was the blind leading the blind and now I was worried too!
To be continued...
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
THE RESULT... (Part 15a)
I headed for the abandoned garage and, after backing in there as well, shut the engine off and let out a big sigh. I turned to talk to Elle and saw her taking her blouse off. I was fully expecting to have to "prime" her all over again so was quite surprised. I took the hint and slipped my khaki's and shirt off and proceeded to climb into the back seat. I couldn't belive what I saw, Elle was lying across the whole back seat in her panties and bra with her legs spread. It took my breath away (again!). To be truthful... I didn't know what to do. As stupid as it may seem I ended up squatting on the floor of the back seat. I remember taking a finger and running it around her tummy until she swatted my hand away. I'm not sure what happened next but I know I didn't climb up on top of her. I do remember leaning over her chest and kissing her and, eventually, running my left hand down and around her crotch and finding it somewhat damp. It was another one of those timeless periods so I have no idea how long we were like that. The spell was broken though when Elle suddenly tried to sit up. I wasn't expecting that and I know she thought I was trying to hold her down but I wasn't. When I finally realized what she wanted to do I backed up and off of her and squatted down on the floor. She sat up but then didn't move. I, of course, was puzzled. She didn't say a word but just sat there, not looking at me, staring straight ahead. I asked if she was OK. She shook her head but didn't say anything. I just sat (squatted) there looking at her. I was thinking back on what I might've done to hurt her or upset her but nothing came to mind. Finally she sort of turned towards me, put her arms out to me and pulled me towards her. When her head reached my shoulder I could hear her softly sobbing. I was totally lost. At 18 you are in the first phases of learing how a female thinks and you don't have any real experience to draw upon. That was me at that moment. One thing that was on my mind, though, was time. I knew we must be getting close to her curfew and I didn't want our time to end like that.
The first words I heard her whisper was "I'm sorry". By then I thought the tears were from realizing that our Summer together was over and she was just sad about it. How wrong I was. While I was lying across her chest and we were kissing she realized she'd "leaked" and had wanted to get up and then out of the car so as not to get my seat wet. I had plastic seat covers for the front seat but the back was still the cloth that had come with the car. By the time I'd released her she was already peeing... and she ended up emptying her bladder while sitting there. When she finally told me what happened there wasn't much either of us could say or do about it. When I finally convinced her that I wasn't mad or even upset I lay her back down and we went back to kissing... and I was feeling her now very wet panties. From that point on, time was not a concern. I don't know how long it was before Elle had indicated she wanted me up on top of her. Once there I don't know how long it was before she'd pushed my underpants down and freed my penis. I do remember her taking it and running the head up and down the crotch of her panties and I remember praying that I wouldn't come. I don't remember how long it was before she'd pulled her panties aside and placed my penis on her very wet and warm labia (only I didn't know then that was the name). I do remember her raising her pelvis up and rotating it around, putting pressure on my penis and I think that's when I finally got the "message" as far as what I was supposed to do. I tried pushing back but nothing was happeneing. All of a sudden she cried out. But, at the same time I felt something totally new to me. My penis was totally encased with warmth. However, I didn't dare move. I asked if she was OK and I got a muffled "yes" in return. She then started rotating her pelvis and hips again and I started moving in concert with her. I'm going to say I lasted maybe three thrusts before I felt the involuntary pulses that I'd been hoping wouldn't happen. I knew what it was but I kept on pumping. Of course it was only a few more before I was now on the outside. I lay there on top of her, still kissing and nuzzling her, for a few minutes before rolling off and back onto the floor. I wasn't thinking about time. I was trying to recover from a truly unique experience. But, for some reason Elle was now thinking about the time. Reluctantly, I checked and found that we were now about a half hour late. My first thought was since we were already that late it really didn't make much difference. But Elle seemed really concerned and the "spell" was broken so we picked ourselves up a bit. Elle put her blouse on but when she went to put her shorts on I suggested that she wait and put them on as she got out of the car when we got home. As wet as her panties were I was afraid that if she put them on and then sat down they'd be wet right away. She agreed but disappointed me by staying in the back seat. In my driveway she stepped into her shorts and I walked her home. When we were kissing goodnight I was going to grab her bottom like I usually did but remembered, at the last second, that her panties were wet and if I did that then her shorts would be too. She really wanted to get inside the house so we weren't there all that long. I stood there for a few minutes until I saw the light go on in her room. Then the light in the bathroom went on and I walked on home but actually went out on the dock. I sat there at the end thinking back on the last three or so hours. It seemed like a blur. I'm sure I didn't remember much more that I did in writing this. It seemed unreal. No expectations... unexpected results. It was about 3am before I finally went into the house, still wide awake. In bed, I still couldn't sleep, at least right away. I remember going over the whole experience once again. I couldn't believe I was so lucky... and I still feel that way.
To be continued...
I headed for the abandoned garage and, after backing in there as well, shut the engine off and let out a big sigh. I turned to talk to Elle and saw her taking her blouse off. I was fully expecting to have to "prime" her all over again so was quite surprised. I took the hint and slipped my khaki's and shirt off and proceeded to climb into the back seat. I couldn't belive what I saw, Elle was lying across the whole back seat in her panties and bra with her legs spread. It took my breath away (again!). To be truthful... I didn't know what to do. As stupid as it may seem I ended up squatting on the floor of the back seat. I remember taking a finger and running it around her tummy until she swatted my hand away. I'm not sure what happened next but I know I didn't climb up on top of her. I do remember leaning over her chest and kissing her and, eventually, running my left hand down and around her crotch and finding it somewhat damp. It was another one of those timeless periods so I have no idea how long we were like that. The spell was broken though when Elle suddenly tried to sit up. I wasn't expecting that and I know she thought I was trying to hold her down but I wasn't. When I finally realized what she wanted to do I backed up and off of her and squatted down on the floor. She sat up but then didn't move. I, of course, was puzzled. She didn't say a word but just sat there, not looking at me, staring straight ahead. I asked if she was OK. She shook her head but didn't say anything. I just sat (squatted) there looking at her. I was thinking back on what I might've done to hurt her or upset her but nothing came to mind. Finally she sort of turned towards me, put her arms out to me and pulled me towards her. When her head reached my shoulder I could hear her softly sobbing. I was totally lost. At 18 you are in the first phases of learing how a female thinks and you don't have any real experience to draw upon. That was me at that moment. One thing that was on my mind, though, was time. I knew we must be getting close to her curfew and I didn't want our time to end like that.
The first words I heard her whisper was "I'm sorry". By then I thought the tears were from realizing that our Summer together was over and she was just sad about it. How wrong I was. While I was lying across her chest and we were kissing she realized she'd "leaked" and had wanted to get up and then out of the car so as not to get my seat wet. I had plastic seat covers for the front seat but the back was still the cloth that had come with the car. By the time I'd released her she was already peeing... and she ended up emptying her bladder while sitting there. When she finally told me what happened there wasn't much either of us could say or do about it. When I finally convinced her that I wasn't mad or even upset I lay her back down and we went back to kissing... and I was feeling her now very wet panties. From that point on, time was not a concern. I don't know how long it was before Elle had indicated she wanted me up on top of her. Once there I don't know how long it was before she'd pushed my underpants down and freed my penis. I do remember her taking it and running the head up and down the crotch of her panties and I remember praying that I wouldn't come. I don't remember how long it was before she'd pulled her panties aside and placed my penis on her very wet and warm labia (only I didn't know then that was the name). I do remember her raising her pelvis up and rotating it around, putting pressure on my penis and I think that's when I finally got the "message" as far as what I was supposed to do. I tried pushing back but nothing was happeneing. All of a sudden she cried out. But, at the same time I felt something totally new to me. My penis was totally encased with warmth. However, I didn't dare move. I asked if she was OK and I got a muffled "yes" in return. She then started rotating her pelvis and hips again and I started moving in concert with her. I'm going to say I lasted maybe three thrusts before I felt the involuntary pulses that I'd been hoping wouldn't happen. I knew what it was but I kept on pumping. Of course it was only a few more before I was now on the outside. I lay there on top of her, still kissing and nuzzling her, for a few minutes before rolling off and back onto the floor. I wasn't thinking about time. I was trying to recover from a truly unique experience. But, for some reason Elle was now thinking about the time. Reluctantly, I checked and found that we were now about a half hour late. My first thought was since we were already that late it really didn't make much difference. But Elle seemed really concerned and the "spell" was broken so we picked ourselves up a bit. Elle put her blouse on but when she went to put her shorts on I suggested that she wait and put them on as she got out of the car when we got home. As wet as her panties were I was afraid that if she put them on and then sat down they'd be wet right away. She agreed but disappointed me by staying in the back seat. In my driveway she stepped into her shorts and I walked her home. When we were kissing goodnight I was going to grab her bottom like I usually did but remembered, at the last second, that her panties were wet and if I did that then her shorts would be too. She really wanted to get inside the house so we weren't there all that long. I stood there for a few minutes until I saw the light go on in her room. Then the light in the bathroom went on and I walked on home but actually went out on the dock. I sat there at the end thinking back on the last three or so hours. It seemed like a blur. I'm sure I didn't remember much more that I did in writing this. It seemed unreal. No expectations... unexpected results. It was about 3am before I finally went into the house, still wide awake. In bed, I still couldn't sleep, at least right away. I remember going over the whole experience once again. I couldn't believe I was so lucky... and I still feel that way.
To be continued...
Monday, December 04, 2006
EVEN CLOSER... (Part 14c)
We arrived at Buddy's house around 7pm. I hadn't been there since the Summer I'd hung around with Billy H. and his girlfriend Ellen and her sister Sue. The house was still painted pale yellow and had the light blue shutters. It had been built as a typical Summer bungalow but Buddy's parents had added on to it and was now much bigger than I remembered it. As we approached the house my eyes were on the clothes line. There were four articles hanging there... a blouse, shorts, a bra and, most importantly, a pair of panties. You KNOW what my focus was! When I'd seen Carol's wet bottom earlier I'd noticed the large crotchline but couldn't really focus on it. With everything else that was going on at that time I'd pretty much forgotten about it. So, seeing the panties on the line was a big plus to the visit. Fortunately, Elle was ahead of me which gave me the opportunity to get a good look at them. They'd been hung so that I could get a full frontal view. Still damp, they were almost translucent. Because of that the double material the crotch area was highlighted. My quick view from the afternoon was confirmed... it was the biggest panty crotch I'd ever seen. I kept my eyes on them right up until I almost tripped up the stairs to the back porch. I wanted to know who made them in the absolute worst way. When we all got seated on the front porch I know I was staring at Carol, visualizing those panties on her and wondering if she had on another pair of the very same ones. But, she was wearing a skirt and I never got the opportunity to even get a VPL view. That nothwithstanding, I vowed to somehow, someday to find out the manufacturer... but it wasn't to be that night.
We left there when the sun started down. We didn't lie about the reason but it wasn't exactly a valid one. Elle, the ultimate truth teller, didn't even chastise me about it. It's somewhat funny but Elle and I seldom, if ever, talked in anticipation of our evenings together. She never asked where we were going and, when we'd go somewhere she wasn't anticipating, she wouldn't say anything. I knew though, that the abandoned garage area wasn't her favorite but she'd never complained. On this night she broke her silence. She asked if we could go back to the spot by the inlet. I'd planned on that anyway but was happy that she'd spoken up. As soon as the car was parked she was out her door and headed for the water. She'd worn shorts that night and it was somewhat strange to see her there and not wearing a dress or skirt. I'd worn khaki's which was good in that I was able to roll the pants legs up, something I couldn't do wearing jeans. We walked in to about mid calf and just stood there holding hands. It was obvious that she was getting nostalgic as she started talking about how fast the Summer had gone. After a few minutes I took her in my arms and just held her tight. I don't know how long we stood there but it took another sand crab to break the spell. Of course she wanted to get out of the water at that time and we retreated to the car. As anxious as she'd been to get out of her clothes the previous few nights it was the opposite on this night. I slid in the back seat and she followed, lying on her side and then cuddling into my arms fully clothed. Gradually, the passion returned. When she finally opened her legs to let me caress her crotch it didn't take long. Once we started it got pretty "warm". She, after one particularly "sensitive" few minutes, sat up and proceeded to slide her shorts down and off. I thought she was going to lie back down but she ended up climbing over and straddling me. I liked it but since I still had my khaki's on it didn't do much for me. Holding onto her hips and feeling the soft, silky feel of her panties was what was turning me on.
All of a sudden I saw lights off to my right and moving towards us. In all the times we'd gone there I'd never seen that before. When I parked I'd always backed in, "just in case". This situation was exactly the reason I'd done that. I told Elle to lie down on the back seat as I jumped over the front seat and then closed the doors. As the other car passed by the front of mine (about 10 to 15 feet away) I started the engine and drove out the same path that the other car had used. I didn't turn on the headlights until I was out on the roadway itself. My heart was beating hard enough to almost be heard. It was a warm night to begin with but by then I was wringing wet with perspiration.
Knowing that it was the next to last night that Elle would be home and, possibly the last night we'd really have alone, I surely didn't want to go home. I thought about the Boy Scout camp but, for some reason rejected it. Elle, still in the back seat, was leaning up against the front seat, right behind me. I knew that if I, myself was that scared that Elle was probably even moreso so I asked her if she wanted to go home. She leaned up to the back of my head and whispered "no" and I breathed a sigh of relief.
To be continued...
We arrived at Buddy's house around 7pm. I hadn't been there since the Summer I'd hung around with Billy H. and his girlfriend Ellen and her sister Sue. The house was still painted pale yellow and had the light blue shutters. It had been built as a typical Summer bungalow but Buddy's parents had added on to it and was now much bigger than I remembered it. As we approached the house my eyes were on the clothes line. There were four articles hanging there... a blouse, shorts, a bra and, most importantly, a pair of panties. You KNOW what my focus was! When I'd seen Carol's wet bottom earlier I'd noticed the large crotchline but couldn't really focus on it. With everything else that was going on at that time I'd pretty much forgotten about it. So, seeing the panties on the line was a big plus to the visit. Fortunately, Elle was ahead of me which gave me the opportunity to get a good look at them. They'd been hung so that I could get a full frontal view. Still damp, they were almost translucent. Because of that the double material the crotch area was highlighted. My quick view from the afternoon was confirmed... it was the biggest panty crotch I'd ever seen. I kept my eyes on them right up until I almost tripped up the stairs to the back porch. I wanted to know who made them in the absolute worst way. When we all got seated on the front porch I know I was staring at Carol, visualizing those panties on her and wondering if she had on another pair of the very same ones. But, she was wearing a skirt and I never got the opportunity to even get a VPL view. That nothwithstanding, I vowed to somehow, someday to find out the manufacturer... but it wasn't to be that night.
We left there when the sun started down. We didn't lie about the reason but it wasn't exactly a valid one. Elle, the ultimate truth teller, didn't even chastise me about it. It's somewhat funny but Elle and I seldom, if ever, talked in anticipation of our evenings together. She never asked where we were going and, when we'd go somewhere she wasn't anticipating, she wouldn't say anything. I knew though, that the abandoned garage area wasn't her favorite but she'd never complained. On this night she broke her silence. She asked if we could go back to the spot by the inlet. I'd planned on that anyway but was happy that she'd spoken up. As soon as the car was parked she was out her door and headed for the water. She'd worn shorts that night and it was somewhat strange to see her there and not wearing a dress or skirt. I'd worn khaki's which was good in that I was able to roll the pants legs up, something I couldn't do wearing jeans. We walked in to about mid calf and just stood there holding hands. It was obvious that she was getting nostalgic as she started talking about how fast the Summer had gone. After a few minutes I took her in my arms and just held her tight. I don't know how long we stood there but it took another sand crab to break the spell. Of course she wanted to get out of the water at that time and we retreated to the car. As anxious as she'd been to get out of her clothes the previous few nights it was the opposite on this night. I slid in the back seat and she followed, lying on her side and then cuddling into my arms fully clothed. Gradually, the passion returned. When she finally opened her legs to let me caress her crotch it didn't take long. Once we started it got pretty "warm". She, after one particularly "sensitive" few minutes, sat up and proceeded to slide her shorts down and off. I thought she was going to lie back down but she ended up climbing over and straddling me. I liked it but since I still had my khaki's on it didn't do much for me. Holding onto her hips and feeling the soft, silky feel of her panties was what was turning me on.
All of a sudden I saw lights off to my right and moving towards us. In all the times we'd gone there I'd never seen that before. When I parked I'd always backed in, "just in case". This situation was exactly the reason I'd done that. I told Elle to lie down on the back seat as I jumped over the front seat and then closed the doors. As the other car passed by the front of mine (about 10 to 15 feet away) I started the engine and drove out the same path that the other car had used. I didn't turn on the headlights until I was out on the roadway itself. My heart was beating hard enough to almost be heard. It was a warm night to begin with but by then I was wringing wet with perspiration.
Knowing that it was the next to last night that Elle would be home and, possibly the last night we'd really have alone, I surely didn't want to go home. I thought about the Boy Scout camp but, for some reason rejected it. Elle, still in the back seat, was leaning up against the front seat, right behind me. I knew that if I, myself was that scared that Elle was probably even moreso so I asked her if she wanted to go home. She leaned up to the back of my head and whispered "no" and I breathed a sigh of relief.
To be continued...
Friday, December 01, 2006
EVEN CLOSER (Part 14b)
When she was through she got up saying that she had to rinse off in the water. As she got up I really couldn't see much in the way of wetness other than the sand that was stuck to her bottom. I wanted to follow her to the water but I was really embarassed by my bulge. Not that my underpants ever did much in the way of holding it in but my bathing suit was useless. When she was squatting in the water I finally made an effort to get up and to join her. The suit didn't have any pockets so I really didn't have much in the way of help to hide my "problem". Once standing, I started running towards the water hoping to hide what was very evident. I dove into the water, swimming out to where the water was deep enough to hide my "embarassment". When I stood up I saw Elle swimming towards me. I'm not sure why I felt so embarassed as she'd seen my penis at full attention many nights. The only thought I can come up with was that, in the semi darkness I'd felt some kind of "protection". Because it was daylight everthing was out in the open and could be seen. Silly... I know. But that was the way it was.
When Elle caught up with me she immediately wrapped her legs around me and pulled herself up into my arms. All my efforts of concealment were for naught. I didn't resist and put my hands on her bottom to hold her up up and against me. When I did I felt something through her bating suit. The peek of white I'd noticed while we were eating immediately flashed into my brain. I remember sliding my hands up, down and around her butt and realized what I was feeling was the now very familiar feel of her panty crotch line. She was wearing panties under her suit! I wanted to know why but... true to my nature, I couldn't bring myself to ask why. We ended up fooling around for a while but it never got "serious". Elle was still excited about the beach plums so we went for a walk looking for some kind of container to collect them with. We found all sorts of flotsam that had washed ashore and among it, a small wooden box. With that we started collecting the desired fruit. The bushes were fairly low to the ground so, to pick the berries, you pretty much did it by bending way over. I positioned myself so that I could watch Elle from behind. I was quickly rewarded. The single slip of white I'd seen earlier was now two. I could clearly discern the leg elastics of her panties. After a while, what with all the continuous bending, the little "slips" expanded to become possibly an inch and a half long and maybe a half inch high. I know it sounds silly, but just that little more than a "hint" of what was there was enough for a full hard on. I was, of course, embarassed. I knew that Elle knew that when we were "close" that it was caused by our close contact. What I was embarassed about was that here I was, at "full attention" and she was between 5 to 10 feet away. Fortunately, by bending over to pluck the berries, it was, I hoped, hidden.
We ended up making a sack out of the shirt that Elle had worn as a cover up to hold our pickings. Buddy had said he would be available to help us with the boat through mid afternoon so we loaded up and headed home around 2pm. True to his word he and Carol were waiting for us when we arrived. After removing the sails and other gear from the boat we attempted to lift it out of the water and up onto the trailer. Attempted is the operative word. I was on the skeg at the back of the boat and couldn't see just what happened. Once the boat was out of the water and we started to move forward, I heard a small cry and the front of the boat on the girls side fell. Buddy and I lowered the boat back into the water and I ran to where Elle was standing. Carol was lying on her back, in the water, and the lifting bar was across her thigh. She'd somehow tripped. Buddy and I lifted the boat and Carol rolled over to get out and up. When she did I saw something that really interested me. She'd been wearing striped cotton shorts and, with them being wet, they were plastered to her behind... and the crotch line jumped out at me. I swear it was the biggest, most noticable one I'd ever seen. I only got a few seconds view as she immediately stood up and faced us. But I was intrigued.
Carol was OK but Buddy didn't want her lifting any more. He went and found some others to help with the boat. He and Carol stayed around to help me take the mast out and pack the boat up so I could trail it home. In the course of converstaion Buddy asked what Elle and I were doing that evening. Elle and I had talked about it during the trip back from the picnic, knowing that we needed to have a legitimate place to go that evening if we were going to be able to be together, alone. We looked at ecah other and smiled. Buddy had solved our problem.
To be continued...
When she was through she got up saying that she had to rinse off in the water. As she got up I really couldn't see much in the way of wetness other than the sand that was stuck to her bottom. I wanted to follow her to the water but I was really embarassed by my bulge. Not that my underpants ever did much in the way of holding it in but my bathing suit was useless. When she was squatting in the water I finally made an effort to get up and to join her. The suit didn't have any pockets so I really didn't have much in the way of help to hide my "problem". Once standing, I started running towards the water hoping to hide what was very evident. I dove into the water, swimming out to where the water was deep enough to hide my "embarassment". When I stood up I saw Elle swimming towards me. I'm not sure why I felt so embarassed as she'd seen my penis at full attention many nights. The only thought I can come up with was that, in the semi darkness I'd felt some kind of "protection". Because it was daylight everthing was out in the open and could be seen. Silly... I know. But that was the way it was.
When Elle caught up with me she immediately wrapped her legs around me and pulled herself up into my arms. All my efforts of concealment were for naught. I didn't resist and put my hands on her bottom to hold her up up and against me. When I did I felt something through her bating suit. The peek of white I'd noticed while we were eating immediately flashed into my brain. I remember sliding my hands up, down and around her butt and realized what I was feeling was the now very familiar feel of her panty crotch line. She was wearing panties under her suit! I wanted to know why but... true to my nature, I couldn't bring myself to ask why. We ended up fooling around for a while but it never got "serious". Elle was still excited about the beach plums so we went for a walk looking for some kind of container to collect them with. We found all sorts of flotsam that had washed ashore and among it, a small wooden box. With that we started collecting the desired fruit. The bushes were fairly low to the ground so, to pick the berries, you pretty much did it by bending way over. I positioned myself so that I could watch Elle from behind. I was quickly rewarded. The single slip of white I'd seen earlier was now two. I could clearly discern the leg elastics of her panties. After a while, what with all the continuous bending, the little "slips" expanded to become possibly an inch and a half long and maybe a half inch high. I know it sounds silly, but just that little more than a "hint" of what was there was enough for a full hard on. I was, of course, embarassed. I knew that Elle knew that when we were "close" that it was caused by our close contact. What I was embarassed about was that here I was, at "full attention" and she was between 5 to 10 feet away. Fortunately, by bending over to pluck the berries, it was, I hoped, hidden.
We ended up making a sack out of the shirt that Elle had worn as a cover up to hold our pickings. Buddy had said he would be available to help us with the boat through mid afternoon so we loaded up and headed home around 2pm. True to his word he and Carol were waiting for us when we arrived. After removing the sails and other gear from the boat we attempted to lift it out of the water and up onto the trailer. Attempted is the operative word. I was on the skeg at the back of the boat and couldn't see just what happened. Once the boat was out of the water and we started to move forward, I heard a small cry and the front of the boat on the girls side fell. Buddy and I lowered the boat back into the water and I ran to where Elle was standing. Carol was lying on her back, in the water, and the lifting bar was across her thigh. She'd somehow tripped. Buddy and I lifted the boat and Carol rolled over to get out and up. When she did I saw something that really interested me. She'd been wearing striped cotton shorts and, with them being wet, they were plastered to her behind... and the crotch line jumped out at me. I swear it was the biggest, most noticable one I'd ever seen. I only got a few seconds view as she immediately stood up and faced us. But I was intrigued.
Carol was OK but Buddy didn't want her lifting any more. He went and found some others to help with the boat. He and Carol stayed around to help me take the mast out and pack the boat up so I could trail it home. In the course of converstaion Buddy asked what Elle and I were doing that evening. Elle and I had talked about it during the trip back from the picnic, knowing that we needed to have a legitimate place to go that evening if we were going to be able to be together, alone. We looked at ecah other and smiled. Buddy had solved our problem.
To be continued...
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