INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24d)

As I remember it, July did not start out all that well. My Grandfather’s racehorses were not doing well and neither was my racecar. I was even struggling in racing my sailboat. With my time stretched so thin I wasn’t getting to spend much time with Elle and a lot of that was interrupted by her period. It really bothered me than we had so little ”personal“ time but I didn’t know what to do about it. The only time I could count on was Sunday night, after the sailing races. Elle would finish up at work, go home and change into her bathing suit and try to get a ride to the sailing club. She was there to, more or less, greet me when I came ashore. She’d try to get in a swim while waiting. My sailing crew, John, would usually have to leave right away to get to his job so Elle was there to help me unrig the boat and to clean it up. If the races ran late, Elle usually had company in the person of Carol, my sailing friend Buddy’s girlfriend. Carol wasn’t particularly pretty and, being generous, could possibly be called ”cute”. She had a nice personality and a good figure to boot. She and Elle had hit it off from the first time they met. I liked seeing Carol for the potential of VPL’s, (she being the one who’s panties had the large crotch). I desperately wanted to find out just who made them and, every time I’d see her I’d go through a litany of wild ideas on just how to accomplish this. Carol’s parents were friends of Buddy’s parents and that’s how they met. Buddy had always spent a good portion of his Summers in the area with his parents renting a house for the season. When the opportunity came to buy the cottage behind the sailing club they jumped at it. Carol, on the other hand, had always spent her Summers at her all year round home fairly close to the city. Her only exposure to the beach and water was as a weekend guest of Buddy. As their interest in each other grew it created a conflict for Buddy. For him to see Carol during the week he had to go back to his all year round house and would have to give up his love of the water. But, this Summer Buddy’s parents were taking a trip for a few weeks and offered the cottage to Carol’s parents. That, to Buddy, was paradise.

I’m thinking that it was somewhere around the middle of the month when this took place. I do remember, after getting the boats cleaned up and put away, being invited up to the cottage for a snack and something to drink and meeting Carol’s parents. Like Buddy’s father, Carol’s father was a Doctor. I remember being impressed by the sports car in the driveway. The only reason I’d agreed to go up there was to be nice to Buddy. I really wanted to get home, cleaned up and to take off with Elle. But, Carol’s parents were charming. After a short while they invited Elle and I to join all of them for a cookout. Elle, gave me one of “those” looks that told me I better say “yes”. So, in spite of being all grubby from the salt water I agreed. Elle happened to be about the same build as Carol. Seeing that Elle was a bit uncomfortable dressed that way, she offered to loan her some clothes. I remember “jumping” on that, knowing that I’d, at last, have an opportunity to find out the brand of panties Carol wore.

Buddy and I were of a similar build so he offered me some dry clothes as well. As the evening wore on, Elle made sure she made regular, timely visits to the bathroom. At one point I sort of remember Carol’s father making a whispered “aside” to her mother along the lines of wondering if Elle had a problem. But I also remember nothing coming of it. I’ll admit that I had a good time, especially after Carol’s parents went inside leaving the four of us alone. I finally put an end to the gathering around 10pm or so, using the excuse I had to be up early for work. I really wanted to go to our old “parking” place by the abandoned garage but Elle was concerned about soiling Carol’s clothes. I tried to convince her that they were the same as her own and that they would wash up without a problem, but to no avail. We ended up out on my dock. As I remember it we just sat and looked at the water, moon and stars. In a number of ways I was “bummed”. Yes, I’d had a good time at Buddy’s, BUT, my personal time with Elle was nothing like what I’d been hoping for. The only thing that I had going for me was that Elle was wearing Carol’s panties. We’d discussed how to get her clothes back to her and, since my work was only minutes away from Buddy’s bungalow, it made sense for me to do it. I WAS excited about that!

In spite of being so very conscientious about regular bathroom visits at Buddy’s, she’d lost track of time once we were out on the dock. We made it to the steps up to the lawn when she let out a little sound of distress. I knew immediately (as did Elle) what was about to happen. Carol had given Elle a pair of khaki shorts and, even though it was dark, there was enough ambient light to watch a dark spot appear in her crotch area and down to the cuffs. Instant bulge! We stood there for a few minutes before I stepped up, took her in my arms and kissed her. I’d guess it was only a minute or so later before my fingers were up under the cuffs of the shorts and onto the panties. I think that maybe because they weren’t Elle’s it made it a bit more exciting. The biggest problem was that we were standing right in front of the front porch of my house. Looking through the windows I could see that the only lights that were on were the ones my parents left on for me after they went to bed. But Elle was uncomfortable so my euphoria was short lived. When we got over to her house she didn’t want to continue so that was it for me for the night. I remember walking home a being very anxious for the next evening to come so I could finally see Carols panties, up close and personal.

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER (Part 24c)

It’s really hard to do this without some sort of timeline to guide me so I’ll relate a few ”interesting“ (at least to me) experiences with the car wash.

There were three ways to get a car wash... 1) pay; 2) basically fill up your car with gas and get it free or 3) have you car repaired or serviced and also get it for free. The most popular was to get it for free by purchasing gas. The customers had the option of driving the car into the car was bay or having one of us do it. As I remember it most of the males drove their car in and stayed inside as the car was being washed. Most of the ladies, for whatever reason, wanted us to do it. I liked that because, since skirts and dresses were the norm for that time period, I’d often get a peek, or what I called a “free show” of the ladies panties as they’d turn in the seat to slide out. I’d say I averaged at least a couple every day we were open. It was nice!

Cliff, the station owner had been right in thinking that he’d get increased gas business due to the car wash. One of the new customers was the wife of the local bank’s President. There was a lot of rumors (small town) about her covering a multitude of things. One that was pervasive was that she was an alcoholic. I’d only seen her at the station early in the mornings and nothing had indicated that condition to me. But, when it manifested itself, it was obvious. It was late in the afternoon and, as I remember it, it had been a slow day as it looked like rain. I first saw her car (a big Cadillac) headed across the apron towards the gas pumps. I distinctly remember “freezing” on the spot as I thought, for sure, the car was going to hit them. Somehow she missed them, stopping in front of the car wash. There was dirt and mud all along the side of the car. She yelled at me that she had to get the car washed. Other than seeing her wild arrival I had no idea she was drunk. I asked if she wanted me to drive the car into the bay for her. That started a tirade of foul language directed at me. “You dummy!” was probably the least offensive thing she said. But, with all that she didn’t move from behind the seat. I looked around for Cliff to help me out but he was no where in sight. I finally got her to slide over to the other side so I could get in. I got the car positioned properly and asked if she wanted to remain in the car and, as I remember it, she didn’t answer. After making sure all the windows were up I started the machine. It was a rectangular hoop that was lowered around the car a total of three times. The first was to wet it and the second spewed out the soap. After that I had to run around the car with this big, soft mitt, scrubbing the car as I went. As the hoop was on it’s way down with the soapy mixture, the woman decided she wanted to get out of the car. There was no way to stop the process without running to the back room and throwing the breaker switch on the electric panel. By the time I got there the damage had been done. The woman was covered with soapy foam... and screaming at the top of her lungs. She wanted to see Cliff and started towards the open door, The problem was that, besides her being drunk, the floor was slippery from the soap. She made about three or four steps before falling. Then, when she tried to get up she ended up on her backside with her legs in the air. Even though she was a middle aged woman, getting not just a peek at her panties but a full view was quite a thrill. I offered to help her but she just kept calling me names and told me to stay away from her. If I were to guess I’d say she fell four times giving me the full picture each time. When she crawled outside and to the back of her car she was really a mess.

Cliff had been on a road call and arrived shortly thereafter. He tried to appease her but to no avail. When he realized her condition (drunk), he called her husband at the bank. I know he didn’t pick her up and I also know she never came into the station (at least while I was there) again.

One of Cliff’s friends was getting married that Summer. His fiancee had a child and his car, a 2 door Ford coupe, just wasn’t big enough. He’d knew someone who had 1954 Mercury. I loved the lines of that car but there was no way I was ever going to have enough money to buy one. But that didn’t stop me from coveting one anyway. Tom, the friend, had gotten permission from the owner to have Cliff and his mechanics check it over. When they were done I asked if I could drive it around to the back of the station so as to make room out front. WOW! I was excited. I remember sitting behind the wheel, fantasizing that I was speeding down the road in it. I also remember looking over all the details... radio, dash instruments, upholstery etc. Ahh... but it was not to be, for me.

Cliff must’ve called Tom to tell him that it appeared to be in good shape because, just as I was about to shut the car wash down for the night Cliff told me to wash the car. He also told me to clean up the floors on the inside as best I could. We didn’t have a vacuum at that point in time so I used a small wisk broom. As I was doing the drivers side I saw something white under the seat. I pulled it out and found a pair of panties in my hand. I checked to see if Cliff or anyone else was nearby before “inspecting” them. The first thing I found was stains in the crotch. It didn’t appear to be pee so that left only one other choice. My immediate thought was that the guy who owned the car was onto something good. The next thing I did was to inspect the label. It read “Mojud” on one side and “100% Rayon on the other. They felt like nylon to me. I wondered just what the difference was. As I spread them out on the floor they seemed a little bigger that Elle’s so I checked to see if the size was marked anywhere else. No luck. My next thought was to stuff them into my pants pocket. In cleaning up the car it seemed like anything of value was gone... nothing in the glove compartment and nothing but the jack and spare tire in the trunk. So that’s where they went... to be added to my collection. The only negative thing was that I had no idea what the girl who’d worn them looked like. A small price to pay. (3)

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24b)

Elle and I hadn’t really been out on a “date” since we’d come home. During the previous Summer we often went to the movies on Sunday night. With all that I had going on in my life at that time it seemed like a good idea. The more I thought about it, the more I looked forward to it... so much though that I found myself with a “soft” bulge in my pants.

We decided to go to the 7pm show but had no idea what was playing. So, when we walked up to the theater I remember both of us looking at the posters and shaking our heads negatively. That meant we had a lot of daylight time on our hands. We decided to take a small ferry boat that ran between the mainland and a small inhabited island. Even though it was a bit cool out it was still nice to be outside. Elle, as usual, wore a skirt. When the ferry left the slip we stood up front to get a good view but the moving air was just too cool for Elle. There was a small enclosed room for passengers up over the cars. As we climbed up the stairs, a puff of wind caught Elle’s skirt and blew it up around her waist. I already knew that she was wearing nylon panties (just for me) but seeing them in this way was a turn on just the same. Once in the room we found ourselves alone. Being turned on by seeing her panties I just had to take advantage of it. She resisted because, in her mind, she was still “out in public”. But I was able to overcome her resistance and, although nothing really “interesting“ took place, by the time the ferry arrived at the island my bulge was very noticeable. Because we were ”in public“ I remember Elle thinking my condition was quite funny.

The island was where the regional sailing championships had taken place the previous Summer. Elle had been there on the last day but, because I’d had the boat and car we’d not done any ”exploring“. With nothing to lose we decided to just walk around the area. I’ll admit that I’d been keeping track of the time since we left home and knew it wouldn’t be long until Elle needed a toilet. If we’d been in a position where there was a chance of being around other people I would’ve made and effort to remind her of the time. But, and I’ll admit it was selfish of me, I didn’t, and as I thought of what was soon to happen I could feel my bulge growing. We found a gazebo at the end of the road we were on that overlooked the harbor. With the sun starting to set and the clear blue skies it was a ”Kodak moment“. It was probably a 20 or so minute walk to the yacht club where there was a ladies room. I remember debating with myself on weather to plant the idea in her mind about the time. But I didn’t and ended up being somewhat rewarded for it. We were there, in the gazebo, for probably 10 minutes or so. When we started back down the road I remember Elle letting out some sort of sound indicating something was wrong. Again, I’ll admit that I was excited at the prospect of what was to happen. We hadn’t seen anybody at all when we’d walked to the gazebo and no one while there.

I played ”dumb“ when she let out her sound and asked what was wrong. She asked me what time it was and seemed truly surprised how late it was. But that was the ”trigger“. Once she realized how long it’d been since she’d last been to the bathroom and, on top of what had probably been a small ”leak“, it was panicsville. I remember her looking in all directions around where we were standing. I also remember her asking where she should go as she knew she was going to pee. I know my bulge was visable because I remember hurting "down there". I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back towards the gazebo. I, more or less, dragged her around to the front of the gazebo. It was on a slightly sloped grassy knoll. The floor of the gazebo was right at my shoulder height so I could see if anyone was headed in our direction. Once there I told her to go, that no one could see what she was doing. As I told her that I could feel a ”pulsing“ in my groin area. I couldn’t believe it. Here she was, about to pee her panties, and I’m coming in my pants. I’d not touched myself to have caused it and was totally puzzled. I honestly don’t remember anything about her peeing. I was too concerned about what was going on in my own pants to pay attention to her.

When it was all over, for both of us, it was pretty embarrassing. Because of hurrying and then ending up on a slope, Elle’s pee had mostly run down one leg and flooded her sock and shoe. For me, all I could see was an ever widening wet spot just above my crotch. I don’t remember if we laughed while still there but we did much later on. We ended up sitting on the grass, leaning against the latticework that covered the underpart of the gazebo. I remember Elle taking off her sock and wringing the pee out of it and, after a few minutes, persuading her to lift her knees up and spreading her legs so I could see her panties. I can still see that image today.

Elle, in anticipation of what we’d probably do after the movies, had brought a pair of the Carter’s cotton panties to put on for our trip home. When we finally decided to leave she did slip them on. Convinced that no one could see us she did give me a ”show“ when she pulled them on over the nylon ones. When she was pulling the cotton panties up I got a really good look at the now just damp nylon panties and could see just how far the wetness had wicked up. Being a natural blond. her pubic hair was so light that I couldn’t really make it out. But, by then I’d recovered enough to feel my bulge beginning all over again.

Elle had no problem when we got back to the ferry for the return trip to the mainland. She’d taken off her other sock and her damp panties were covered by her skirt. For me, it was a different story. As soon as we saw people I walked up close to Elle, trying to hide the wet spot which had grown to the size of an orange. Elle thought it was funny and I remember her saying something along the lines of it being good for me. That I deserved to find out what she had to go through. I couldn’t really disagree except for the fact that, in most cases, she wore skirts or dresses which hid her problem. In retrospect, the whole incident made for a very memorable incident.

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... Part 24a)

As I’ve previously mentioned, the area I lived in was a Summer destination. Once late Spring arrived, the Summer crowd would start to reappear on weekends and then retreat to their primamry homes during the week. But, once the local schools let out for the Summer more and more families would settle in for the Summer. The “real” Summer, as far as the “locals” viewed it, was the last few days of June up to Labor day in early September. Cliff, the owner of the gas station, managed to raise enough of a ruckus to get the new station completed in time for the Summer rush. I was thankful to be out from under the thumb of my Father (and Mother in his absence) and to get into a daily routine.

One of the attractions of the new gas station was the car wash which I was to run. As a promotional gimmick, Cliff had offered a discount for anyone filling their gas tanks. It was obvious from the outset that he had underestimated the public’s response. I was overwhelmed. After just one day Cliff realized that he had to hire more help. I had a Summer friend, Andy, who didn’t have a job. He was more than willing. We soon discovered that between the two of us we could actually more than double the output of just one person. It was also fun to work with a friend.

The first thing Elle and I did when I got my car back on the road was to go check out the previous Summer’s parking places. I was disappointed to find that a house was being built at our place at the creek. We’d abandoned it anyway but it was still a place with a lot of memories. Our abandoned garage site appeared to be the same so that was option one. The least favorite place, by the old Boy Scout camp, was still viable but certainly not desirable. We both agreed that we needed to look for some other places.

One of the first people to visit the new gas station was my sailing friend, Buddy. He’d come out to get his sailboat ready for the upcoming racing season. He asked if I was ready and I wasn’t. I hadn’t even gotten the boat out of the garage. He told me that his girlfriend, Carol, was coming out on Sunday and they were going sailing. He was hoping that Elle and I could join them. What with the racecar and going to see my Grandfather’s horses race, there really hadn’t been time to work on the boat too. But, once he put the idea in my head... I couldn’t get it out.

Cliff had originally decided not to run the car wash on Sundays because I was going to be off racing the sailboat. Even with Andy there he decided to hold to his decision. I was originally scheduled to work the gas pumps from 8am to noon on Sundays but with Andy now there I offered the hours to him. That allowed me to attempt to get the sailboat ready to go with Buddy and Carol. It took most of the morning to find all the pieces and, with Elle’s help, I was ready to leave for the sailing club before noon. Elle’s mother made some brownies to go along with the sandwaiches my mother had made us and with them in hand we were off.

The sailing club usually opened up, full time, at least a week before the official season started (the weekend closest to July 4). Sometimes it was opened for a few weekends before that but not this year. Because the air and water were still cold, Elle had decided to wear a pair of bermuda shorts and a windbreaker instead of a bathing suit. Knowing I was going to get wet putting the boats in the water, I wore a bathing suit. I “checked” Elle out as we were loading the sails into the car and, much to my disappointment, she’d decided to wear a “package”. Carol, Buddy’s girlfriend also wore shorts and, as soon as I saw her, began checking for a VPL (visible panty line). I was soon rewarded.

It only took a short time to rig and get the boats in the water. The wind, thankfully, was light and was favorable for us to head for a place Elle and I’d sailed to before. We anchored in such a way that the girls could get ashore without getting wet. As we ate I was not only able to get some VPL views of Carol, but also some very good DP’s (downpants). Seeing the VPL’s, I wanted to get some panties like Carol’s for Elle. The only thing was that I had no idea who made them. At least it was a thought for future action.

By the time we were ready to get back in the boats it had been at least three hours since Elle had used a toilet. I knew that the pad in her panties had to be wet and began wondering just how much it would hold. It didn’t take long to find out. About halfway home we had to change positions in the boat. When we did I saw the telltale lines around the leg elastics of her sanitary panties were now wet. I didn’t say anything though. Luckily for Elle, the wind came up and some wave action wet the deck where she was sitting thus hiding the pee leaks. It wasn’t as fortunate for Carol as the wetness on her butt made her light colored shorts almost translucent. The only thing better would’ve been if her shorts were totally wet. We all decided to try for another picnic before the Summer was over.

SUMMER... The early weeks (Part 23)

PROLOGUE:
Like the last part of the Spring while at school, I really don’t have a timeline of events to write about. I kept no notes and, if Elle and I wrote, I have no idea where the letters are buried. Pictures, which I have been using to jog my memory, are non existent. It’s not that I don’t recall anything... it’s that I don’t remember very much or the order in which it happened. That means that some of this part will seem disjointed. It is what it is!
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One thing, for sure, is that Elle and I couldn’t wait to get home. We hadn’t seen our homes and parents since Christmas. In Elle’s case it was a bit of homesickness. Going off to college was the first time she’d really ever been away. I had the two years at boarding school, so that wasn’t a problem for me. What I was looking forward to was home cooking, my own bed and being able to see Elle every day. There were other reasons too... the opportunity to make some money certainly headed that list. The race car, my sailboat, and being able to see my Grandfather’s race horses were close behind.

Elle got home a few days before I did. I couldn’t come up with a quick and easy way to get home after final exams and ended up going to my roommate Bob’s house and my father then picked me up there. One thing I do remember from that night at Bob's was that his girlfriend, Susan, had an incredible looking younger sister. I also remember getting a quick DP (downpants) from her as well. In any case, upon arriving at home I was greeted by three pair of pastel panties hanging on our washline... and nothing else. I KNEW they weren’t my mother’s as she wore some kind of girdle. I almost gave myself away when I started to ask my father who they belonged to... but I managed to cover my gaffe. I was soon to find out that they belonged to one of the Grandchildren of the people who owned the house next door. The girl, Maggie, whose family lived in the deep South, had attended college in Boston. She had a job at home for the Summer and wouldn’t be able to spend time with her grandparents but still wanted to see (and spend time at) the water. My Mother had seen the girl standing in front of her Grandparents house (It was a Summer bungalow and hadn’t been opened for the season) looking wistfully at the water. She ended up going out to talk with her and ended up inviting her to stay for a few days. That was OK by me. Even though I only saw her for a week of two each Summer and wasn’t particularly pretty, she was a “fun person” and had always been able to blend in with the regular Summer kids. She’d also “blossomed” in a number of ways and seeing those panties was certainly a turn on.

After unloading my things from the car I went looking for Elle. She and Maggie were sitting in her back yard, talking. When I pulled up a lawn chair I picked a spot where I could get a good view of the washline. Elle must’ve saved up a lot because all the lines were full. On the line that I was facing there were at least a dozen pair of panties, mostly the Carter’s cotton ones. Even though I knew all about them I had a hard time keeping my eyes off them. One thing that was clearly evident was the yellowish tinge in the crotch of all of them. Seeing them, and knowing why they were like that, got me started on a soft, but uncomfortable, bulge.

Our area was a Summer destination. Population would grow four fold from Winter to Summer. The influx came after the local schools let out for the Summer. Since it was early June, none of the Summer regulars were there yet so we pretty much had to entertain ourselves. My mother invited Elle to dinner to eat with Maggie and me and I remember sitting on the floor of the front porch playing some sort of card game. Maggie, being a proper Southern girl, had changed into a dress for dinner and, during the game, gave me some interesting peeks. The unfortunate part about Maggie being there was that I never really got to see Elle alone but for a few minutes when I walked her home. Fortunately, Maggie left the next day. Unfortunately, I never got a chance to inspect the panties that I’d seen on the line.

As I said, our area was Summer destination. Summer help usually didn’t start work until the last week of June. Elle’s mother, who also worked at the drug store, gave up some of her hours to get Elle back in the swing of things as well as to earn some spending money. I was headed back to the gas station with what I hoped would be a very lucrative job. Cliff, the owner (and also driver of my racecar), had sold the property to the oil company that sold him the gasoline. The deal was predicated on the company building a three bay garage with an office and modern rest rooms that they would lease back to him. One of the three bays was to house a car wash and I was to “manage” that part for him. On top of my salary I was to get a commission on each car washed. I was really excited... until I got home. There had been a delay in construction and the only thing that Cliff was able to do was to pump gas. I wasn’t needed... yet.

So, here I was, faced with owing my Grandfather for the “loans” he’d made to me during the school year, and no income. That also put a crimp in just about everything I wanted to do. As much as I detested it I ended up working for my Father doing maintenance on and around the house and dock. My Father treated me just like an employee. I had to be ready to work at 8am; got a half hour for lunch and worked until 5pm. After just one day I realized how easy I’d had it when working at the market and at the gas station. I remember being incredibly thankful when Sunday finally arrived.

There just wasn’t enough time to do everything I wanted to do. My Grandfather’s horses were racing at one of the tracks just outside the city and I wanted to see them in actual races. There was the racecar to work on and, of course, Elle. I managed to, at least, eat lunch with her each day but time at night was at a premium. To see the horse races my Father and Grandfather would leave around 5:30 to 6pm and we usually didn’t get back until around midnight. Leaving at that time barely gave me a chance to shower and eat. Because the gas station was still under construction, we had to work on the racecar at one of the crew member’s homes. For a while I had a problem with my car so had to rely on rides to and from the guy’s house and was at the whim of the driver. So, in spite of wanting to be home so I could be with Elle, it wasn’t working out as I’d hoped.

Now, that’s not to say we didn’t get any quality time together but it was always under less than optimum conditions... like her front porch or on the beach if it was warm enough out at night. Not having a car really sucked! There’s nothing much in my memory bank for these few weeks that’s worth writing about so I’ll just move on...

To be continued...

SPRING... Finishing out the year (Part 22c)

For some reason, the memories of that Spring are vague and, in spite of trying to sort them out and make some semblance of order out of them, I can’t. I do have some specific instances that were (and are) memorable for varying reasons and I’ll relate them as best as I can.

I know Elle declined my invitation for Spring party. She didn’t particularly enjoy Winter party and the wild actions of the fraternity brothers. That, and the fact that there was something that was happening on her own campus that she wanted to take in. That left me ”free“, if you could call it that. As a pledge, I was required to be a ”slave“ and act on the behest of any ”brother“ during the weekend. I didn’t particularly enjoy that even though it provided me the opportunity to see some interesting actions by the brothers. The best view I got was when one brother had his date sit on his lap and straddling him. She did have her panties on and that caught my attention more than anything else.

The highlight of the weekend came after it was officially over. For some reason, the administration decreed that the weekend was officially over at 2pm on Sunday. There were still some girls on campus after that hour and that included my roommate, Bob’s, girlfriend. My ”slave“ duties were over at 2pm, as well, and I headed back to my room to get some much needed sleep. When I walked into the room with our bunks I saw Susan’s open suitcase on Bob’s bed. No one was in the study room so I had no idea where they might be. I stood there staring at the open suitcase and, right on top, was a pair of light lavender panties. It was like they were purposely put there to tempt me. I darted out into the hall and called Bob’s name and, not hearing a reply, ran back to the bed. I carefully noted just how the panties were folded as I picked them up. As I held them up to inspect them I immediately saw a stain in the crotch. It was about the size of a half dollar and as I touched the crotch I found it to be somewhat stiff. It was, obviously, cum. Now, an interesting thing about Bob and I as roommates... we never got into just ”how far“ we’d gone with our respective girlfriends. I now knew how far Bob had gone!

But I was also very interested in the panties themselves. There were lace appliques on the front about where the hip bones would be. I checked the label and they were made by Kayser and were size 6. Susan was taller than Elle but didn’t look bigger in the hip area so that was a surprise. Elle wore size 5 in a nylon panty and they fit quite nicely. The panties had a very interesting treatment around the leg openings as well. They did have elastic (very thin) but, instead of lace, there was a flared, narrow layer of nylon. I was intrigued. If it wasn’t Bob’s girlfriend, I might’ve actually taken them. I put them back exactly where they had been and then climbed up into my bunk and went to sleep. The panties must’ve left a pleasant impression as I woke up to find I ‘d had a wet dream.

Another memory of that Spring was on a quick visit to see Elle. Donny, my classmate who lived in the same town as Elle’s college, was on the baseball team and couldn’t get home all that often. After a home game on a Saturday when his brother had driven over to see Donny play, he convinced him to drive him home. For some reason, I hadn’t planned on visiting Elle that weekend but happened to run into Donny as he was on his way to his room to get his things. He told me what he was doing and invited me to go with them. There was no time to contact Elle but I decided to just do it anyway. By the time we arrived at Elle’s campus it was almost 5pm. Neither Elle nor her roommates were in their room when the girl at the desk checked. Being close to dinner time I headed for the SU. There were about a dozen wide steps leading to the entrance doors. Because it was finally getting warmer and the fact that the cafeteria didn’t open until 5:30pm, there were a lot of girls sitting on the steps, sunning themselves. It was an upskirt voyeur’s dream come true! As I approached I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were at least a half dozen girls in skirts (or dresses) sitting with their legs either tucked up under their chins or with them slightly spread. I didn’t know where to look first. I’m sure I was blushing as i made my way (slowly) up the steps. I remember one girl in particular as she turned around (while still seated) to look at someone behind her. With the sun shining on her, I got a slow motion "free show". The front crotchline seemed especially high on her abdomen, almost as high as the one on Elle’s sanitary pants. The image (and memory) were burned into my brain.

Becuse I hadn’t let Elle know that I was coming over she’d made plans to go to an informal party at her new Sorority house. I finally caught up with her around 9pm or so. We spent the time until curfew in the SU lounge. It was nowhere near as crowded as it was during the winter. We got one of our favorite seats but Elle was wearing a ”package“. It took me a bit of persuasion to get her to go to the bathroom to at least take off the sanitary panties and pads. She was ”nice“ in that she didn’t wipe but ”playing“ with her while wearing the heavy Carter’s cotton panties was a bit of a let down. I don’t remember much else other than staying at Donnie’s house. I don’t think I even got to see Elle before we headed back to school.

That’s about it for that Spring.

To be continued...

SPRING... Finishing out the year (Part 22b)

One thing I do remember from this was that it really felt good. I was totally spent afterwards. I made quite a mess with most of it in Elle’s slip and skirt. I didn’t escape totally but my pants were still wearable. We debated about going back to Elle’s dorm so she could change but she thought it would be better to wait. She didn’t want to have to explain and felt that if we waited until lunch time there was a better chance that her roommates wouldn’t be around. I do remember persuading her to sit so I could see her panties. We were both sitting yoga style, facing each other, and I found a soft bulge building in my pants after a fairly short time. I was surprised. I remember discussing our preliminary Summer plans. I’d briefly thought about working with my Grandfather’s horses but, sitting there with Elle, getting a beautiful view of her panties, it seemed remote. I wanted to spend as much time as I possibly could with her and I couldn’t do both. Elle, on the other hand, was all set to go back to the drug store. Talking about it made me want to wish the time away.

Speaking of time, noon came quickly. We hadn’t eaten any of the stuff we’d brought with us and decided that we didn’t want to carry it back. We both got up on our knees, sitting on the calves of our legs. I had to give up my perfect view but was hungry enough to do so willingly. It didn’t take long to finish everything up but when we started to gather up the bedspread that we’d been on, Elle let out a little sound. I looked up at her and she had a sheepish grin on her face. She quickly squatted back down and I knew exactly what was happening. I watched her make sure the hem of her skirt was out from under her but I was disappointed that I really couldn’t see anything. I took a deep breath... than asked if I could watch. I remember feeling embarrassed and that my face was flushed. She was already going but managed to turn a bit towards me. I couldn’t see her panties but could see the stream of pee and a puddle start on the ground under her. My soft bulge became very hard!

She’d brought a pair of the Carter’s cotton panties with her. When she pulled them out of her bag I kind of knew she expected something like this to happen. That made me feel really good. I’ll admit I was disappointed that I didn’t get to see more when she pulled them up and over the wet panties. We did an ”inspection” of each other before we started back. The cum on my pants was pretty much dry and the spots could have been just about anything. As far as Elle was concerned, I honestly couldn’t see anything. Most of the “mess” had been caught in her slip. Because she was wearing a flowered print skirt, any stains were hidden.

Surprisingly, we passed quite a few people on our way back. It’s amazing how our minds work. We were both really self conscious, sure that someone would see the stains and know what we’d done. Once back at the dorm, Elle headed downstairs to her room. When she got there she was surprised to find Nancy and Carol. That ended her plan for changing... anything. She reappeared, upstairs, with kind of a hopeless look on her face. I didn’t have anything to offer in the way of advice so we ended up sitting on the low wall that lined the walk to the dorm. The sun was at at it’s highest point and the unexpected warmth felt good. We stayed there for quite a while. Initially, I didn’t know it, but Elle was hoping that Nancy and Carol would leave the room and allow her to finally change. Maybe a half hour passed when, finally, Elle stood up. She’d managed to pull the hem of her skirt out so it wouldn’t get wet but when she stood up, the wall told the story. I noticed it right away but didn’t want to embarrass her so didn’t point it out. The sight of it did start another soft bulge though.

We really didn’t know what to do with ourselves. There were a number of sporting events taking place and I, somewhat bored with just sitting, suggested we go watch the baseball game. It was quite a walk. The facility was quite primitive with just a few rows of wooden seats and no plumbing at all. I noticed that, right away. I also did a quick calculation on how long it’d been since Elle last pee’d. We ended up sitting on the seats behind the visitors team, by accident. There was no one on them but us. I just knew what was going to be happening, and quite soon. I know I could’ve brought the “time” issue up with Elle on the way out but, knowing that the panties she was wearing were already damp, I chose to keep my mouth shut. Sitting there, I was conjuring up a scenario that might play out and those thoughts, again, started a soft bulge.

The game held no interest for me and my only thoughts were on what would happen when Elle recognized that she would have to pee. I know it wasn’t very nice of me and the best I can offer as an excuse is, as I mentioned above, the fact that her panties were already damp. Uncharacteristically, I’d overlooked the potential for embarrassment for Elle. I don’t remember how long it took but I do remember her leaning over and whispering that she had a “problem“. Simultaneously, we both looked over our shoulders for some place to hide. There wasn’t any, not even some trees. It was a big, open field with a chain link fence that kept people from tumbling down the hill at one side and from getting into peoples back yards on the other. Elle had pulled her skirt out from under herself when we sat down and, without a word, I watched her slide forward on the seat. The next thing I knew (and saw) was a puddle forming on the part of the benches where we rested our feet. I remember looking at her face and seeing her staring out on the field as if she was really interested in what was going on.

We sat there, like that, for awhile, without saying anything. I knew that, because of the cotton panties she’d added earlier, she was going to be uncomfortably wet on our way back. When she stood up I tried to run my hand up her inside thighs but she managed to pull away. We took our time in getting back to her dorm and, fortunately for her, her roommates were gone. When she finally reappeared she was wearing a pair of bermunda shorts, trying to take advantage of the warm weather. When I stood up and embraced her I found that she had on a ”package“. I couldn’t really complain, what with what I seen and experienced earlier.

I’m really not sure what we did that evening. Somewhere along the timeline of that Spring I remember going to some sort of an all campus affair. In any case, whatever it was wasn’t memorable enough for me to remember.

To be continued...

SPRING... Finishing out the year (Part 22a)

I know that Elle and I did get together before our respective Spring breaks but I have no memory of what transpired. I had mixed emotions about my plans for the break as they called for me to visit my Grandparents as I had done for the past few years. What I haven’t made much of is that, as my Grandfather’s horse racing stable continued to grow, so did my interest in horses. It was my previous Spring visits to North Carolina, where the horses Winter trained, that had really spiked my interest. For this visit it had been arranged that I would spend the whole week actually working with the horses and I was really excited about it. My Grandfather felt that I needed to do it to see if my interest was real or just a fleeting whim. The problem was with Elle. I really wanted to spend time with her. But, luck was with me.

Elle’s old friend from home, Nan, who was at college with her had decided that college really wasn’t her cup of tea. She was going to finish out the semester and then enroll at an airline stewardess school. Knowing that there was no way to tell where that career would lead her, she invited Elle to go to Florida with her, again. That way they could have some time together to reminisce. It was a perfect solution for both of us. We’d have something to keep us busy and not just moping around thinking about each other.

There were two things that were unique to this visit. One was that my brother wouldn’t be with me. His Spring break fell at a different time. The second was that there was no one at the hotel my Grandparents stayed at that was even remotely close to my age. It didn’t really matter as by 8pm I was tired enough to go to bed. I had to rely on the memories of my good times with Elle.

Once back at school I wasted no time in setting up a visit to go see Elle the first weekend after we got back. I had run into an upperclassman at my school who had started dating a girl from Elle’s school and he, for a fee, was more than willing to make the trip. The weather was nicer than was normally expected for mid April which led Elle and I to put together some snacks and head for the “Pines” where we'd gone a few times during the Fall. I was surprised that more people weren’t there and that worked well for us. We were able to find a secluded place that actually had a modicum of sun to help us stay warm and comfortable. I didn’t have to ask Elle to wear a skirt and, as we headed to the “Pines” I wondered what she had chosen to wear under it. I didn’t have to wait long to find out as when she spread an old bedspread for us to sit on, she squatted down and gave me a “free show”. Just the anticipation had me started on a “bulge” and when I got my view, it fully blossomed. Elle noticed and had a smirky smile on her face as I joined her on the ground. Once we had convinced ourselves that we were somewhat hidden, we ended up in an embrace while lying on the ground. Because it had been a fair amount of time since we’d been together, we were both pretty much satisfied to stay that way for a while. I do remember running one of my fingers under her chin and around her ears. Being ticklish, that made her want to get away and she ended up standing. I continued to lie on my back and eventually Elle came back and stood over me, straddling my hips. I couldn’t really see anything so I motioned for her to squat down to sit on me. When she did I got a “up close and personal” look at her panties. As I said, they were nylon but there was something different about them. I’d seen quite a few of her panties, either on her or on the washline and they were all “generic”. By that I mean there was no lace either in the form of an applique or around the legs on any of them. However, I was looking at lace around the leg openings. I don’t remember just how I segued into asking about them but it led Elle to tell me about her time with Nan.

As it turned out, Nan’s older sister had brought her roommate home from her college. As I remember it, both of the girls were into partying. Elle didn’t drink at all and I don’t think Nan was into it much either. In any case, they all ended up driving to Fort Lauderdale, which at that time was “THE” place to be on Spring break. Elle didn’t admit to anything but somehow they all ended up in some pool. I don’t remember, now, who knew someone but they ended up getting dry clothes with which to go back to Nan’s. When it came time to leave for college, some of the clothes got mixed up and Elle ended up with a pair of “fancy pants”. She didn’t realize it until she was back at school and when she told Nan about it she was told that if they fit to keep them.

After she told the story I asked if I could see them. After checking to see that no one was in sight, she pulled the hem of her skirt up. I immediately liked them! But, when she stood up to show me, she leaked. Not very much but enough for her to know she surely needed a toilet, and soon. We’d been to the “Pines” enough times for me to know that it was about 10 minutes back to the SU (Student Union). I don’t have to tell you that I was as hard as a rock at this point. From somewhere deep down inside me I managed to suggest that she just pee right there and that way she wouldn’t get her legs, socks and shoes wet. Actually, I figured that as intimate as we’d been during the Winter that she’d just pull her panties down and go that way. Nope... she still wasn’t up to getting naked (especially “down there”) in front of a boy... even me.

To be continued...

INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21g)

On my way to get Elle Sunday morning I stopped at the fraternity. There were no girls, at least in sight, but there were three pair of panties hanging from the foyer light. The “brothers” called them “trophies” and there were a few of them admiring the newest batch. I wondered how they were obtained but was afraid to ask. The only scheduled activity at the house was a buffet lunch which gave me (and Elle) a lot of time to kill. She was waiting for me when I got to the house where she was staying. I was happy and pleased that she was wearing a skirt. The weather had remained warm (relatively) so she was willing to make the sacrifice for me (and, believe me, she reminded me of that fact any number of times on the walk to the house).

I had come up with a number of things for us to do to pass the time away. The only one Elle responded positively to was going to the Library... but to do some of her homework... not spend time down in the “dungeon“ where I had hoped to go. The ride back to her school was leaving around 3pm so I was still hoping to get a few ”personal“ minutes with her. I got them, but not the way I’d hoped. We did go back to the fraternity to eat and, while there, Elle heard some of the girls who’d attended the dance talking about how beautifully the gym had been decorated. She asked if we could go take a look. We had to walk down the rest of fraternity row to get to there and it was sadly funny seeing just piles of snow where some really creative sculptures had been.

I thought that she’d used the toilet before we left but she hadn’t. The gym was always open, seven days a week, and was usually active, even on Sundays. But because of the dance and the fact that nothing had been done to put it back to it’s normal state, there was no activity. It was basically deserted except for the pool annex. As soon as we walked into the main gym, where the dance had been held, Elle asked where the bathrooms were. We were at the end where they’d set up a temporary stage which happened to be where the public (as opposed to the locker room) bathrooms were located. She had a pained look on her face which I pretty much knew meant she was about to pee. I pointed her towards where they were and watched as she shuffled away. The bandstand was about at my shoulders and the stairs up to it were right where I was standing. They had draped the base of the whole stage with a maroon material which blocked the view of anyone in the gym from seeing anything behind it. When Elle returned she had one of those sheepish grins on her face. I kind of knew what that meant. I immediately dipped my hand below the hem of her skirt only to have her swat it away. She reminded me that we were out in public, or sort of, and to ”behave myself“. I took her by the hand to show her the decorations and while so doing, pointed out that no one cold see us if we stood behind the stairs. After she’d seen what she’d come to see I led her back to the stage stairs. She was still uncomfortable as my hands dipped under the hem of her skirt. I was excited when I squeezed her butt cheeks. The fact that she was wearing nylon panties told me that it was done for my benefit. When I pulled my right hand around to her front and went in between her legs I got what I’d been hoping for... the crotch was wet. Once inside the panties I managed to hit a ”bulls eye“ on the first pass. That was good and bad. The ”good“ was for her because it really got her going. The ”bad“ was for me in that she could only take a little bit of that type ”action“. My memory of this was that she made me stop and it was over quite fast. But, it was great while it lasted!

Because the bathrooms were empty Elle decided to put her ”package“ on for the trip back to her school. She had everything in her bag and the only thing I got out of it was a peek when I asked her to show me. I got about a 10 second look but, even though I was looking at the sanitary panties and it was short, it was better than nothing.

There really wasn't enough time to go back to the Library so we went back to the fraternity house. Compared to the activity 24 hours prior, it was dead. We actually had our choice of comfortable seats including a sofa. I was wishing then that Elle had waited to prepare for her trip. We did get to cuddle and I even got a couple of good "feels". On a scale of one to five I'd rate the weekend as a six. I did have some good memories to fall back on over the next few weeks.

To be continued...

INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21f)

I slid the sanitary panties and pad (that was attached in the panty) down, savoring the closeness I was to her pubic area. Of course my ”dream“ would’ve been for her to be wearing nylon panties but, given the circumstances, the Carter’s Spanky pants were fine. Still standing, I ran my fingers back and forth in her crotch. I knew that she needed to be somewhat wet for either of us to enjoy a visit of my fingers inside the panties so I asked for a ”squirt“. She made me remove my hand and then closed her eyes. I waited... and waited... and waited. Finally, she asked what time it was. When I told her she said that she was afraid to go as it was almost time for her to visit a bathroom... that if she gave me my ”squirt“, she might not be able to stop. Using the bathroom in the dorm was out, for sure. I’ll admit that I was frustrated at that point. Here I’d taken a big chance on bringing her to my room but now couldn’t do anything I (or she) wanted to do.

We went back into an embrace with me looking over her shoulder. From where I was standing I saw the wastebasket by my desk. I pushed away and went right for it. She gave me one of those ”you’ve gotta be kidding“ looks when I put it down by her feet. After a bit of ”discussion“, she agreed to pee in it while squatting over it... and through her panties. It took some persuasion but, a combination of wanting to please me and knowing she was going to be peeing somewhere very shortly anyway, she agreed.

Most of my ”up close“ and personal” views of her peeing through her panties had been under less than optimum conditions. Not this time. While she hovered over the basket with her skirt up around her waist, I squatted in front of her, my eyes at crotch level. All I can say is that I can still close my eyes and visually see her pee coming through the cotton material. It was fantastic! My “bulge” actually hurt, but I wasn’t about to move.

It’d taken Elle a while to relax enough for her to start to pee. The hovering position was hard on her legs so that when she stopped peeing she stood up. That meant her panties were still dripping when she did. I stepped right up to her and buried my hand in her crotch, rubbing through the wet material. Why I didn’t come I’ll never know. My penis was hurting so bad what with being all cramped up. I finally stepped back and undid my pants, letting them slip to the floor. With that, I backed up to my desk chair, drawing Elle with me. After sitting down I had her straddle me. I pulled her close to me and that made her wet crotch wrap around my penis. I actually remember thinking that it almost felt like when we’d had sex what with the wet warmth.

It only took a minute for it to become sticky, as well as wet and warm. I didn’t want to come but I just couldn’t help it. Even with that we stayed that way for quite a while. I don’t remember what made us get up but when we did we had a bit of cleaning up to do. I asked Elle what she wanted to do. The wetness had wicked its way halfway up the back of her panties. She’d brought a dry pair so, if she was willing to take the wet ones off, she could put the clean ones on and at least be presentable. I presented that idea to her, telling her she could change while I was getting washed up in the bathroom.

When I returned she was fully dressed. I didn’t ask her exactly what she’d done but, just before we left I gave her a big hug (and butt squeeze) and felt the “package”. I wasn’t about to complain, especially in light of what had just transpired. I went out in the hall and then to the front door, to check to see if anyone was around. My heart was pounding. I had Elle go out alone and then just lean against the wall along the pathway as if she were waiting for someone. I followed a few minutes later. There was no one in sight, thank God, but my heart rate didn’t get back to normal until we were almost to the bottom of the hill.

We’d decided not to attend the big dance. I don’t even remember who was playing. Elle didn’t have a dress and wasn’t comfortable with asking to borrow one. I was happy for two reasons... one being money saved and the other was the potential to get “up close and personal” with Elle. However, the latter never came to pass. As a “pledge“ I really didn’t have any rights within the fraternity. That meant that if and when I did find a place to get cozy, a ”brother“ could (and did) make me (us) move. With Elle by my side I couldn’t even get any decent ”peeks“ at the ”brother’s“ dates later on when things got ”interesting“, like they had the night before. Elle had no problems, visiting the ladies room almost hourly. I made a few feeble attempts to peek in at her through the phone room door but ended up having a few ”brothers” want to see what I was looking at. It didn’t make me very happy knowing they were peeking at Elle so I stopped even trying.

Elle, being a non drinker, wasn’t comfortable with some of what took place as the evening wore on so we left. I had visions of at least being alone with Elle in the front parlor of the house she was staying at. Even that modest idea was shot down as we were greeted at the door by the Professor’s wife. I even asked if I could come in and she said she didn't think it was a good idea. It was a long walk back to the dorm!

When I walked in I saw the waste basket. I’d never given a thought about emptying it when we were leaving so that was the first thing I did. Mine was the upper bunk and since Bob was usually the first to bed, I usually didn’t turn on the light when I walked in. I don’t know why I did on this night but when I did, there, hanging on a knob of the dresser, was the wet pair of panties that Elle had been wearing. Even with all Elle’s “accidents” I’d been a party to I don’t think I ever had my hands on a damp pair when all alone. They’d started to dry and there was yellow line that showed how far the wetness had gone. I looked at them for quite a while... a minute, at least... and then held them up to my nose. It was a strange smell but I liked it. By then my bulge was at a maximum and my penis wanted out of it’s constraints. I turned off the lights, took off my pants and climbed into my bunk, panties in hand. It only took a short time for me to achieve “relief” and to fall asleep.

I woke up once during the night and, initially, couldn’t recognize the aroma that filled my nostrils. The panties were down by my side and as soon as I got them in my hand I was back at it again. After that, I had no trouble sleeping, for sure!

To be continued...

INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21e)

I spent my night working as a “slave” for the “brothers. It wasn’t all that bad and I did enjoy watching some of the ”antics“ of the ”brothers“ and their dates as they got drunker and drunker. Roger’s date (the Rita Hayworth look alike) especially caught my attention. I tried to get some peeks through the door by the phone but was pretty much thwarted by the ”brothers“. It didn’t matter as by the early morning there were much better ”views“ as any number of ”brother’s“ and their dates had passed out in varying positions on the porch, living room and floors. The best one was where the house president had passed out on one of the sofas with his date. He had his arms wrapped around her with her pantied butt hanging over the side. His upper arm had somehow swept her skirt up around her waist exposing almost all of her panties. I made any number of passes through the living room checking them out.

I was back at the fraternity early Saturday morning for two reasons. One was that the pledges were supposed to clean up (somewhat) the mess from the night before and the other was that I wanted to be available for a call from Billy about when he and Elle would be arriving. Everybody who was up was quite upset as the weather had turned warm and that it was raining. Two of the biggest events for Winter party depended on it being cold. One was the snow sculpture competition and the other was the hockey game with our biggest rival. We didn’t have artificial ice and had to depend on the weather being cold enough for the outdoor rink to freeze. It had been frozen up to then. But the rain was threatening to destroy it by making it too mushy to skate on. As far as the sculptures were concerned, the warmth made any appendage fall off and the sculpting details melt into the body of the work. As a pledge I’d had to help get the snow into a pile so that our fraternity ”artists“ could do their job, so I was also upset.

Elle finally arrived around 11am. The rain had let up by then so I decided to walk her downtown to her room before lunch. It was so sad to see the damage that the warm and wet weather had done to the sculptures. People would drive for miles just to see the displays. I tried to explain to Elle just what some of the masses of snow were supposed to depict .When we finally got to the house we were greeted by the daughter, Julia. She wouldn’t let me even carry Elle’s bag upstairs to her room. I was a little surprised by that but didn’t say anything. Elle had arrived wearing a skirt but when she came downstairs she was wearing wool slacks. Even though it was relatively warmer than it had recently been, it was a damp cold and the almost mile walk had chilled her. The excitement I’d felt upon seeing her wearing a skirt was now disappointment.

We walked back and ate lunch at the fraternity. The rumor was that they were still going to try and play the hockey game but, after we discussed it, decided against walking all the way down there only to possibly find out that it had been called off. It was pretty much the same for quite a few of the ”brothers“ and their dates which meant a lot of them just remained at the house. Seniority begat privileges and that translated into the seniors (and their dates) getting the best seats with the juniors getting what was left etc, etc. Elle and I ended up in the dining room which didn’t afford us much in the way of privacy or comfort. About mid afternoon I asked Elle if she wanted to go see where my new dorm was located. The rain and drizzle had pretty much stopped so she said ”yes“. On the way up the hill I remembered that the RA (Resident Advisor) for this dorm was also the Manager of the hockey team. That meant that he wouldn’t be in or around the dorm. Even though I knew females weren’t allowed into the dorms I felt pretty sure I could show Elle my new room without getting caught.

At the dorm I left her at the dorway and made a quick check to see if anyone was around and visable. With a deep breath I quickly ran back to Elle and almost dragged her inside. My room was, again, on the first floor but in the back of the building. Once inside the room I gave her a big hug and kiss. I wanted to take her coat off right away but she was still cold so I had to wait to get really close to her. When she finally got warm I pushed her coat off her shoulders and pulled her close to me. Naturally, my hands went right to her butt cheeks. I squeezed them a few times and then moved my hands towards the center. I should’ve expected it but I didn’t. She was wearing a ”package“. I could feel the slight stiffness of the plastic crotch of the sanitary panties and also the ”wad“ of the pad. I pushed back from her and gave her a sad look. She gave me a smirky look back and then asked just how ”safe“ we were in the room. With Bob away I couldn’t think of anyone else who might come looking for me so I told her ”very“. With that she then undid her belt and pants button. Then she looked at me with a ”come on“ look. I went right for the zipper and, even though I was greeted by the sanitary panties, it was enough to create a huge bulge.

To be continued

INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21d)

Snow and an all Freshman class Saturday exam thwarted my plans to visit Elle following my giving her the ring. The next time to see her was at my college’s Winter House party. Now this will take a bit of explanation... Even though the school’s administration made provisions to house the female guests of the Freshmen in the Fall, they didn’t for the Winter (or Spring) party. That meant that we were on our own to find rooms for our guests or girlfriends. It wasn’t all that bad as each fraternity maintained a list of potential homes that took girls in for the weekend. The problem with that was that all the ”brothers“ (members) had first choice and the new ”pledges“ were left with the dregs.

As ”pledges“ we were now allowed into the fraternity house when invited. We couldn’t just show up and go and watch TV. However, when it came time for party weekends it was sort of an open invitation (with the exception of food for which we had to pay). In fact, all ”pledges“ were expected to participate. There was an inducement to have a date because if a pledge didn’t, they had to act as ”slaves” to the Brothers for the weekend. I didn’t like the idea of spending money for a room and food but I surely wanted to see Elle and didn’t fancy the idea of playing “slave”.

I ended up with the last name on the list for a room for Elle. It was the home of a German professor and his family. No one knew anything about the room since it was the first time they were doing this. I was excited because of the fact that it was a single and with Elle’s “problem” it avoided potential embarrassment for her. My new roommate, Bob, had to go home to celebrate some major family function so having Elle room with his girlfriend, which would’ve worked, was out. I was greeted at the door by a tall, big boned woman with black hair. She appeared to be very nice, explaining that this was their first venture at doing this. Their son had joined the Army after graduating from High School and they had cleared his room out and were looking to rent it out full time. The lady took me upstairs to see it and, even though it was small, it was more than adequate. While there I noticed that the large room next to it was in the process of being renovated. It had been her daughter’s room but, with the death of her mother in law who lived with them, they were moving her into the back of the house and into her old room. She said she hoped the room would be ready for the Fall semester to be rented out to two students. At that time I had no idea how that piece of information would come into play for me.

Billy, my Summer sailing friend from home, had volunteered to pick Elle up on his way back from getting his own girlfriend that Friday afternoon. That was a big help in that Billy didn’t charge me anything when he was able to do it. But, that bugaboo, snow, came into the picture once again. Even though the weather at school was relatively nice, Billy ran into a bad storm on his way and decided to wait until Saturday morning to come back rather than take unnecessary chances in the snow. I was at the fraternity waiting for them when the call from Billy came in. It disappointed me and gave me problems in trying to reach Elle to give her the news.

As you entered the fraternity you walked into a fairly large foyer. The dining room was to the right and the living room to the left. There were two doorways on the wall facing the doorway. The one on the left led to a small room which was designated for females whenever they were in the house. Attached to that room was a small bathroom with a toilet and sink. The doorway to the left was, at one time, a hallway to that bathroom. Now it was, for lack of another name, the phone booth, where there was one coin phone on the right hand wall at the very back. This also served as the coat room with hooks along both walls all the way to the back. At the end of the hallway was a wooden door. In one way it reminded me of our front door at home which had 15 panes of glass in it. However, there was no glass in this door. It had been replaced by wooden panels.

It was almost time for the dinner meal and there were a lot of female guests milling about as I began trying to reach Elle. I was on the phone talking with the girl who had answered her dorm phone when one of the “brothers” came in and physically moved me aside and, strangely, put his eye up to the door. He stayed that way for a minute or so and then left without saying anything. As I continued to wait for someone to find Elle back at her dorm, I looked closely at the door, all the time wondering what the guy had been doing. There were all kinds of “scratching” in the wood with names and telephone numbers but I didn’t see anything that would cause someone to look that closely it. It was only a few minutes later when another “brother” came in and pretty much did the same thing. By the time I finally got to speak to Elle a few more “brothers” did somewhat the same. I asked one what he was doing and was told that I’d find out, in time.

I’d become friendly with Pete, one of the Senior “brother’s” during “rush” week and he’d volunteered to help me any time ia had a question. I sought him out to solve the door “mystery”. At first he gave me a hard time but finally relented and told me to look closely at the right hand panel in the third row down... to look for a small indentation about the size of a pencil lead... and then put my eye up to it...

Roger, one of the brothers, was dating an absolutely beautiful girl who, in some ways, resembled Rita Hayworth in her prime. (Remember, this is 1956) I watched her moving about both before and after the meal and was “taken” by her in two ways... her looks and... a fantastic VPL (visible panty line). She was wearing beige slacks that were way tighter than I could remember ever seeing. VPL’s, for me, were usually when a girl bent over. In this girl’s case I could see it as she walked. WOW! In any case, the “brother” who had told me what to look for on the door happened to see this girl go into the ladies lounge. He found me and told me to go see if I could find it. There was no one at the phone when I walked in so I counted down the panels and found the “spot”. I put my eye up to it and saw a female sitting sideways on the toilet. Almost immediately she stood up and faced my direction. I could clearly see her “bush” and watched as she proceed to pull her panties up, separate from her pants. I was sure they were nylon as there was an applique on one side and I’d never seen one on cotton panties. I couldn’t help it but I had the beginnings of a pretty decent bulge. Later, when I saw her walking around, I just visualized her in her panties and not with the pants. It helped make my lonely night at least tolerable.

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INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21c)

Even though the day started with sun, it had now clouded over. As we had both learned by then, snow could happen at any time at all. Before we made it downtown, it started. I’d brought enough money for us to eat one meal so we decided to do it then. As always, The Sugar Bowl was crowded and we had to wait to be seated. By the time we were done eating it had been almost two hours since Elle had last used the toilet. We paid and then went to the rear of the restaurant where the rest rooms were located. I think we were both surprised that there was a line for both. The mind plays strange tricks sometimes and, in this case, Elle’s certainly did. She didn’t feel that she had to go but, based upon time and past experience, especially when with me, she’d made a decision to go just “to be on the safe side”. But, seeing the line triggered something because she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the phone booth that was also in the back. She went right in and shut the door leaving me outside. I was looking at her with probably what could’ve been called a puzzled look. It was fairly dark back there but I could see her through the glass in the doors. I saw her pull the hem of her skirt up and when I saw that I got the total picture. She was peeing! Now, as much as I liked “playing” with her when her panties were wet, the last thing I wanted to see was for her to be embarrassed. I stood there not knowing what I could do. I stood up close to the door, trying to block out anybody from seeing her. Looking down at the bottom of the door I could see her pee flowing out of the booth and onto the floor. We stayed like that for at least 3 or 4 minutes before she cracked open the door. She asked if anybody had seen what she’d done. I had no idea. I hadn’t been looking around but, after she asked, I finally did. If anybody had seen anything, there was no indication of it. What I did see was that the line for the ladies room still held 5 or 6 people in it. However, the mens room line had dissipated. I went in and got a handful of paper towels and stuffed them under my coat. Back at the phone booth I passed them on to Elle. I watched as she spread them out on the seat and then pulled the hem of her skirt up in the back and then sit down. After a few minutes she opened the door and we left, quickly.

By then the snow had picked up as had the wind. We didn’t experience the same difficulties climbing the hill back to the campus that we had when coming back from Greek Row that time. Elle was complaining about how cold she was “down there” due to the wet panties which, in hearing that, caused a soft bulge in my pants. I remember wishing I could see them but knew there was no chance at all.

After Elle changed there really wasn’t much time left before I had to be at the bus station. We stayed in the dorm lounge and pretty much “behaved ourselves". When I said my ”good bye“, I reminded her about hiding the ring. That elicited a really big hug and kiss... and made me not want to leave at all.

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INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21b)


I stayed in the lounge and waited to see just what the girls would smuggle out to me. Saturday nights meant there were pretty slim pickings... mostly cold things. It was good as far as I was concerned as it was impossible to smuggle hot food out. Cold meant sandwiches and snacks which the girls could hide quite easily. Nancy was the only one to accompany Elle back to the lounge which meant a little less food than I’d hoped for. The three of us visited for a while while I wolfed down the spoils.

I wasn’t happy with our location right in the middle of the lounge and had been looking for a place around the perimeter. When Nancy got up to leave she saw someone she knew and went over to visit with them. A few minutes later the two of them left, coats in hand. I grabbed Elle’s hand and headed for that spot which was along the back wall. It wasn’t much privacy but it was certainly better than being right in the middle where you could/would be seen by everyone coming and going. Once there, we went back to what was our favorite position. When my hand went under Elle’s skirt there was no sign from her that I was ”out of bounds“. I was pleased that Elle had, indeed, chosen to wear nylon panties. Even though they were dry it was still OK.

Most of our conversation was about the ring and what it meant to us as a couple. Since it’s purchase was on impulse, I really didn’t have much to offer. However, I was still massaging her ”privates” through her panties. I was trying to be patient until it was time for her to visit the bathroom. As she rambled on I was trying to think of some sort of offhand remark to make to her to remind her not to wipe. In fact, I even suggested that it might be time for her to go. While she was gone someone turned the lights down. We (the students) weren’t supposed to touch the light controls but I was thankful as it sure made it “cozier“ though.

Elle must’ve felt the ”vibes“ from my thinking for, on her return, when I ran my hand up her thigh and reached her panties, I found what I’d been hoping for. Elle never let me take it too far as the lounge was full. She had a habit of moaning when I spent any amount of time working her ”button“. In the course of moving around she’d spied any number of people that she knew so we were trying to enjoy ourselves without embarrassment. When the lights flicked on and off, warning of curfew, we were still not satisfied but yet we were both happy.

I’d intended to call Donny’s parents to tell them I was there and to expect me. Presumptuous, I know, but his mother had told me that was all I needed to do any time I wanted to stay. What with all that had gone on since my arrival, the call never was made. I certainly wasn’t going to walk all the way down there after midnight and knock on their door so, at that point, the lounge was my only choice. From previous experience, I knew the security people didn’t do much other that to turn on all the lights for a few seconds and then leave. I’d gotten away with it before by turning a love seat or sofa towards the wall and then putting the cushions on the floor to sleep on. It worked again, only this time I had to sweat it out for a minute or two while the guy checked out one of the small rooms.

Elle met me around 8am. After a quick ”hello“ and kiss she went to the cafeteria for a bite of breakfast. I went to the little room on the left of the fireplace to wait for her. Returning with some fruit and a sweet roll she admitted that she’d slept with the ring on, telling me that she just couldn’t take it off after just having received it. I wasn’t mad but warned her of the consequences if word got back to our parents. Other than that we picked up where we’d left off the night before. I’d gotten the most private space in the lounge and I wanted to take advantage of it. I suggested that she go use the bathroom but she declined. I was disappointed. Then she really surprised me. She stood up, right in front of me just like she’d been the night before when it was time for the dinner meal. Her skirt draped over my knees which were right up against mine. She had a kind of smirky smile on her face as she looked down at me. Discouraged by her decision not to use the toilet I just sat there looking back up at her. Finally, she spoke and said but one word... ”Well?“ It took a few seconds before I realized she wanted me to put my hand up under her skirt. Instant bulge! But when I touched her crotch it was still dry. I wiggled my fingers and she told me to stop. I did and within seconds I felt some warm wetness on my fingers. Immediately I went back up to her crotch and, through the panties, started stroking her ”slit“. She only allowed me a few seconds before backing away. But she immediately lay down on the sofa and across my lap. Seconds later my fingers were inside the leg elastic.

It got pretty intense for a while and, in retrospect, what probably ”saved“ us was the fact that I came before we got completely involved. I’ll admit I was ”ready” and that, at that point in time, common sense had been buried by passion. Of course, it took Elle longer to “come back down” than it took me. When we were both somewhat in control, we decided that it would be a good idea to go for a walk. Fortunately, my coat was long enough to cover the spot on my pants. Elle, wisely, had brought a pair of her cotton Spanky Pants and put them on over her damp nylon ones.

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INTO THE WINTER... Still at school (Part 21a)

PROLOGUE: Up to this point my memory has been aided by having a series of small notepads, a journal, letters and pictures to refer to. From here on it's primarily memory and pictures. Some memories are quite detailed and others not. It is what it is...

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We picked a hell of a Winter to go to college where we chose to go. It set a record as far as snowfall from November through March. Having to rely on pick up rides to and from Elle’s school was difficult enough even without the snow. There were times that I had a “promise” of a ride but the weather would end up changing plans. My biggest fear was being stranded at Elle’s school with no way to get back. We were allowed three unauthorized absences (“cuts”) before getting an “F”. That was a big incentive to use them judiciously.

The two weeks following the semester break were taken up with the fraternity “rush” for me and the sorority “rush” for Elle. We both ended up getting bids from the houses we wanted. The second weekend was devoted to partying at the respective houses. We had, tentatively, set the weekend following that to get together again. It was during this three week period that I received an unexpected gift. An uncle that I hardly knew had died and had left my brother and I each $500. Fortunately, there were no age requirements to be met for me to receive it.

On the weekend that we planned to get together I couldn’t find a ride to Elle’s college town but was able to get one to the city where we had spent the day while on semester break. When I was dropped off I had well over an hour wait until the next bus. For some reason I wasn’t satisfied to just sit in the terminal and wait so took a walk. I ended up walking past the jewelery store that Elle and I had passed just a few weeks prior. There in the window was the diamond ring that we had both noticed. I really don’t know what possessed me but I went in and asked how much it was. I don’t remember the exact price but it was under $300. That $500 must’ve been burning a hole in my pocket because I said I’d take it.

From the moment I put the box with the ring in my pocket, time seemed to drag. When I finally reached Elle’s dorm I was a wreck. I had no idea how to present it to her or even if I should. Elle knew something was “up” almost as soon as she saw me. She asked if I was “OK” and, of course, I said I was. I didn’t know what to say so said nothing at all. Thankfully, Elle was still excited enough about being accepted by the sorority she wanted that she took off on that, telling me all the details. We’d retreated to the SU lounge and this time we ended up on one of the full sofas in the middle of the room, not my favorite place . By mid afternoon we found our way to our usual position with Elle lying across my lap and my hand in her crotch. With a full skirt and small crinoline it was easy to camouflage where my right hand actually was. Elle had “treated” me by wearing nylon panties and, after her last bathroom visit, not wiping. As pleasurable as it was, the ring took up most of my thoughts.

As I remember it it was starting to get dark and time to think about eating supper. I’d given Elle a “friendship” ring when we first started dating and my High School ring at her graduation. I remember asking her to let me have the friendship ring back and her puzzlement about why I wanted it. After she struggled to get it off I then asked her for my class ring. She always wore it on a chain around her neck. By now she was frowning, completely puzzled. As she hesitated, I urged her on. When she released the clasp on the neck chain I said “How’d you like to trade two for one?” Those were my exact words. She was now lying on her back looking up at me with the most puzzling look. I struggled to get my hand into my pocket to get the box with the ring. This action puzzled her further. When I finally got the box free I handed it to her. Even though all ring boxes look basically the same, Elle had never seen one before. When she opened it and saw what was inside, as the saying goes, it took her breath away... literally. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it and her breathing was as if she’d just run a mile.

As slow as time had passed right after I purchased the ring, it literally flew past after I gave it to her. We both lost track of time and then, when Elle realized that she was “leaking“, she started to get up. As soon as she did she started to pee uncontrollably. I told her to just sit back down and go right there. I remember lifting her skirt and crinoline up so that she wouldn’t sit back down on them. I’d also tugged on them, more or less pulling her back down onto the sofa. As excited as she was about the ring she was equally upset about what was happening right then and there.

I tried calming her down by rationalizing that if she’d tried to make it to the ladies room she wouldn’t have made it anyway and would’ve left a trail of pee all the way there. Her skirt, crinoline, shoes and socks would be wet. This way, only the seat cushion (and her panties) were wet. She was still upset and very concerned about the cushion. I told her I’d turn it over and no one would know... that it would eventually dry. I told her that, in spite of the no food or drink rule, there were probably other spills and stains. It took some doing but, eventually, she calmed down.

Because of a lot of factors that don’t need to be discussed in this journal, announcing that we were engaged was not an option. Elle and I discussed the situation and she understood that she couldn’t wear the ring in public. We agreed that she’d wear it when with me and if there were people around she’d just turn the diamond under, towards her palm. I gave her the two rings back so that their absence wouldn’t raise questions. This discussion served to get her mind off her wetting and got her refocused on being happy and excited.

By then It was actually time to eat. As she stood up to leave she moved right in front of me and put out her hands as if to help me up. The hem of her skirt was draped over my knees and, impulsively, I ran my right hand up underneath it. I really expected her to slap at my hand or to at least back away from me... but she didn’t. The crotch was still wet and I was satisfied just to feel it for a few seconds. I didn’t want to create a situation that might prove embarrassing to either of us. Elle said she wanted to go change her panties and see if any of her roommates were ready to eat. I didn’t like the idea of her changing but did go along with the idea of getting her roommates. That meant more food for me! As she headed for her dorm I wanted to ask that she, again, put on a nylon pair, but didn’t. There was still some trepidation on my part as to just how far I could venture in that vein.

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WINTER... Back at school (Part 20h)

It had continued to snow, heavily, and it made for a long, slow trip back to my campus. It was dark out and the wind was now blowing the snow making it really nasty. I was really looking forward to getting a nice, big, warm meal but it had to wait.

The administration hadn't taken kindly to the water fight within the dorm during exam week. As I walked through the door I was surprised to see the RA (resident advisor) sitting at a desk right in the middle of the hall. He was there to greet all the dorm residents and present them with a document that had to signed to be allowed back in. Since there was no way to identify just who started the whole incident, the administration decided that all those residing in the dorm would have to share, equally, in the cost of the repairs. If we didn't sign the document we were told we wouldn't be allowed to register for classes the next day. That was only part of it. As it turned out, the water had ruined the wooden floors on both the first and second stories and those of us who lived in those areas were being relocated until the repairs were completed. The RA had a list of known vacancies in the other dorms and we were told we could chose to move to one of them or we could double up with the guys on the third and fourth floors. I perused the vacancy list and saw that my friend, Bob, whose girlfriend had roomed with Elle during the Fall party, had a vacancy. I knew that his roommate had been homesick right from the start. I guessed that he had decided not to come back. I put my name down in that spot and then set about collecting my things to take to my new room.

Bob was excited to see me. He didn't know about the relocation of the 30+ guys from my dorm and was pretty much resigned to living alone for the semester. He helped me get the rest of my things and to get settled. His room was in an older dorm and all the rooms were doubles. It was split into a study room with two desks and a sleep area with bunk beds and dressers. What struck me the most was that the sleep room in my old dorm was almost as big as the two areas of this room. It would take some getting used to...

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WINTER... Back at school (Part 20g)

I felt it would be a good idea to go upstairs and wait. With daylight, more people would be around and, having escaped detection so far, didn't want to risk it. As I sat waiting for her I discovered something that troubled me. I could actually smell myself. My poor underpants had had quite a workout the previous day as well as my privates. I thought (briefly) about trying to get washed up in the SU bathroom but I didn't have any clean clothes. They were still at Donnie's. When Elle found me I told her I was going over there to get cleaned up. It was only around 8am and I figured that if I rushed I could make it back to the Sugar Bowl around 10am or so. I told her to meet me there and we'd have something to eat with what I had left for money.

A couple of Donnie's siblings were home as most of the family was at church. That worked for me as I could actually get a shower. After dressing I left a note to Donnie (and his mother) apologizing for not letting then know where I was and that I'd call to confirm what time we'd be heading back to school. I got to the Sugar Bowl around 10:30am. Elle was inside waiting for me. She did make a comment that I looked better, which made my effort worthwhile. It was busy but we did get seated. Luckily, we were between church crowds. I spread all the money I had onto the table and we then looked through the menu to see just what we could get. There were a few "specials" that seemed interesting. We ordered and, like the night before, shared. Our conversation was on the upcoming weeks. New classes and the upcoming "rushes" by the fraternity and sororities dominated. The next weekend was, for both our schools, reserved for the "Open Houses" put on by fraternities and sororities where the freshmen could visit and see if they liked the organization or not. The week following that was for follow-up visits and for the "bids" to be made to the students. Following that was "acceptance day", on Saturday, where all the new pledges would gather at their new college home for a celebration. That meant, for us, it would be three weeks, at the earliest, before we would see each other.

With the majority of the talking being on Fraternities and Sororities I asked Elle to show me the one(s) she was interested in. The majority of the fraternities/sororities were located at the south end of town and on a busy street. After leaving the Sugar Bowl we walked down there. It was known as "Greek Row". One of the interesting things that Elle had learned in her short time at the school was that the town was depicted in the movie The Sun Also Rises with Montgomery Clift. Supposedly, the movie was based on a real life happening and that one of the houses on Greek Row was a central part of the incident. It was obvious that the "elite" had lived along the street at one time. Large, ornate houses lined both sides of the street. The rumor was that most of the rich people who had lived in them went broke during the depression and WWII. When the war was over and returning soldiers were eligible for the GI Bill , a lot decided on college. The school didn't have the facilities to house all these people and since these homes were unoccupied, they were purchased for that purpose. Somehow, they evolved into the fraternity/sorority complexes that we were viewing.

Elle had narrowed her initial choices down to just a few. She based her process pretty much on the "caste" system within the college itself. There were a few sororities that catered to the rich and pretty (or so they thought!) and sororities that leaned towards girls who were athletically inclined. There were a few who tried to get the smartest and then there were the sororities for all the rest. Elle was interested in a few of those and we proceeded down the street to look at them. As I've mentioned, Freshmen weren't allowed into any of these houses until the "rush" process started. Elle had based her choices on having met some of the girls who lived in the houses who were in her classes. When we stopped in front of the one that she felt was the best for her I could imagine the house and grounds as they were in their "heyday". There was a covered portico for letting people off in inclement weather as well as a large carriage house in the back. Looking beyond that there were terraces that at one time probably had formal gardens lining them. This house had definite "character" (as did most of them on the street) and it seemed like it would be fun to live in one.

While we were looking at the houses it started to snow and heavily. Neither of us had anything to cover our heads so we started back to the SU. There was no quick way from where we were. We had to retrace our steps almost all the way back to the main street. There was a street that had been angle cut into the hill that led to the campus. Most of the administration lived on this one as well as the only sorority that had been specifically built for that purpose. As you would probably guess, this was the house for the "RaS", or rich and snotty, as they were dubbed. As were most of the streets leading to the campus, it was fairly steep. Because it was cold (below freezing), the snow started sticking right away. By the time we got started up the hill, the sidewalk was slippery. Elle had on penny loafers with leather soles and, even walking gingerly, she ended up slipping and sliding. I kept a hold of one hand, trying to steady her. It got to be funny with both of us laughing at our efforts. Trying to walk on the grass was even worse and Elle actually fell and slid back down, losing ground. When I slid back to help her, I, too, fell. By this time we were both laughing hysterically. Elle's head was white with snow and her blue coat now was two colors. But the laughter for Elle quickly stopped. The look on her face wasn't that of panic but more of concern. She was on her butt, leaning back and facing me. I was sitting straight up on my bottom. She reached out for me and I tried to pull her up to a sitting position. When she did this she put her knees up in front of her and tried to dig her heels into the ground. Even though she had a crinoline on I got a "peek". I knew immediately why her laughter had stopped... she had leaked.

I got her to a standing position and was trying to get that way myself when I heard her cry out "NO!". She wasn't moving but within seconds I saw something coming from up and under her skirt. She was peeing. There was nothing I could say or do to help her. I watched the snow that was directly under her disappear. I also watched as the inside of her white socks changed color as well. It only lasted for a few seconds. When it did I started trying to figure how we were going to get to the top of the hill. My shoes had only marginally better traction than hers so for me to pull her up the hill was questionable. I couldn't see her whole face but only a partial profile but it didn't appear that she was crying... thank goodness... as I wouldn't have had any idea what to say or do. Desperate times call for desperate measures and I got the idea of getting the rest of the way to the top by walking in our socks. It took some "selling" on my part to convince Elle but she gave in and, once she did, we made it to the top in no time. It was only a short distance to the SU and dorm and we continued on without our shoes. Once there, Elle ran downstairs to her room leaving me in the dorm lounge with my frozen feet on the radiator.

I waited and waited for Elle to return. It was probably 45 minutes before she did. She was chilled to the bone and had taken a shower to get warm. She said she was still cold so sat down next to me so I could wrap my arms around her. We stayed that way until 3pm when Donny and his brother were to pick me up. I'd been sitting there thinking of how I could get one last "touch" but couldn't come up with anything that I felt she'd "buy". As we hugged and kissed our "good bye" I was able to get a squeeze of her butt. I hated to leave it like that but...

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WINTER... Back at school (Part 20f)

I actually would've had time to look through all of Carol's panties as it was quite a while before Elle finally appeared in the doorway. She had her nightgown on but her hair was wrapped in a towel. I watched as she dumped all her clothes in a canvas bag hanging at the end of her bed. I really wished that I could've inspected the panties but I knew there was no way. While she was brushing out her hair she turned to me and said something that I'd never heard from her before. "Can I ask you to do a big favor from me?" It almost sounded foreign to me. I was so puzzled that I don't think I answered right away. Still brushing her hair, she walked towards me. It appeared that my non answer was taken at as a "No." Then she said that she was really afraid to sleep there alone. Now I knew that I wasn't supposed to be in her room as it was and my first thought was that she wanted me to sleep in the room with her. As much as I wanted to be with her as much as possible I knew that wasn't going to happen. If we were to get caught it would mean expulsion for her and who knew what for me.

After a few deep breaths I suggested that I could show her how to bar the door. (For fire reasons, locks were not allowed on dorm room doors.) She was accepting of that idea but I could see that she was still very uncomfortable. I took one of the desk chairs and showed her how to jam it under the door handle. I then had her do it while I stood in the hall and tried to get in. I couldn't. But that didn't seem to satisfy her. Back in the room, I sat down in the chair we'd been using. I didn't know what to say (or do) to make her happy. She came over to me and, after a few seconds, sat on my lap. At this point in time there was nothing sexual going through my mind. We just sat there, saying nothing. I wanted to come up with a solution but we each had our own, separate, fears. I finally told her that she would be fine... that I was positive that no one could get in with the chair jamming the door. I eased her up off my lap, told her that I loved her and picked up my coat and started out the door. I didn't want to do it that way but, I was, by now, exhausted and I still had to walk all the way to Donny's house. Elle followed behind me and when I got to the basement lounge, stopped to give her a hug and a kiss. She was crying. Standing there in the hall I just held her in my arms. This whole crying thing was new to me. When I tried to free myself though, she looked into the empty lounge. Excitedly, she then asked if I'd sleep in there. I peeked around her and saw a vynal covered love seat and three uncomfortable looking chairs. At least, I thought, if I (we) got caught it would be me who was at risk and not Elle. I don't remember exactly what I said or did at that point but I do remember trying out the love seat and finding it VERY uncomfortable. I also remember looking up at her pleading eyes and shrugging my shoulders, or something like, that to indicate that I'd given in to her pleadings. Elle plopped down on my lap, hugging me tighter that I could ever remember. After a short while, I asked her to get me a pillow for my head and some sort of blanket. She didn't want to get up but I was really, really tired by then. After Elle was safely ensconsed in her room, I tried to find a position where I thought I might get some rest. It was almost impossible. Added to that was the fact that there was no doorway and the hall lights were permanently on. It made for a long night!

I wouldn't allow myself to look at my watch as the night progressed. I tossed and I turned. I even tried putting the cushions on the floor but there was a terrible draft. I did fall asleep but it must have been just around daybreak. It was Elle gently shaking me that woke me. I still remember lying on my back, looking up at Elle, and having no idea where I was. As worried about herself as she was, she was also worried about me. I remember grabbing one of her hands and sort of dragging her down on top of me. She landed on my groin and from there I pulled her down so I could hold her. She sort of resisted and I asked what was wrong. She said she was headed for the bathroom but wanted to check on me first. I was still groggy at that point and I don't know why but I asked if she was wet. With time to think about it, common sense would've told me that she was. With the fear that she had there was no way she would've gotten up to use the toilet during the night. She answered by whispering "yes" in my ear. My "bulge" was growing, even with her lying on top of it. I'd been holding her with both arms wrapped around her but, upon hearing that she was wet, my right hand drifted down to her butt. One of my unanswered questions was immediately answered... was she using the plastic "bloomers" (that weren't)? I could feel them through her nightgown. With all this "information" to process, and even though still slightly groggy, I immediately had the idea of having her pee right there while sitting on me. But, how was I going to ask her to do it. I was still struggling with just how to explain my decided interest in her being wet. We'd sort of skirted the issue and she'd sort of acknowledged it by some of the things that she'd done, but...

She, again, tried to get up but I wouldn't let her go. She wasn't mad or anything like that but she wanted to know why I wouldn't. I'm not sure of how I put it but I think it was along the lines of "What would happen if I don't?" I think I took it a bit further but I just don't remember. I finally let her sit up and I sort of half followed her up myself, as far as I could what with her still on my groin. I didn't let her go, though. I'm sure there was some more dialog but the one thing I remember is her saying "What if it leaks?" I also remember her having a strange look on her face. Then, and I remember this vividly, I felt my groin area start to get a little warm. For some reason I knew that I wasn't getting wet. It was the warmth of her pee soaking through her "package" and down to her butt being passed on to me. If she'd as much as wiggled I would've come.

When she was through peeing she pulled away and told me that she was going to get washed up and dressed. I remember her saying "Satisfied?" as she got up. I was! I was! I followed her into her room and watched as she collected her clothes for the day. I was pleased to see a pair of nylon panties on the top of the pile. Like the night before, she asked me to check the bathroom. While there I used the toilet and also got a look of myself in the mirror. It'd been two days since I'd showered and shaved, although the latter wasn't an issue (yet). I think I looked worse from lack of sleep than anything else. When I walked back into the room she was in the closet. All the clothes and her towel were on her bed. When she walked out I walked up to her and kissed and hugged her. I couldn't have planned it better. I got to squeeze her butt with the wet soggy panties and pads encased by the plastic panties. I don't know why that was so important to me but it was. When she backed away I summoned the courage to ask her to let me see her in them. She gave me one of those "I just don't understand you!!" looks but reached down and pulled the hem of her nightgown up enough to at least see the crotch area. I was a happy young man!

To be continued...