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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the way I remembered that one of my freshman dorm mates supposedly had some sort of actress/starlet as his date. The ”talk“ had been that she was something special. Since his fraternity was on my way I stopped in. Their party was fairly dead, like ours was when Elle and I had left. But the ”action“ was down in their basement where their bar was located. My fraternity boasted that we had the longest bar on fraternity row but this fraternity actually had the nicest. They had the ambiance of a pub, complete with a juke box. In any case, it didn’t take much searching to find the center of attraction. She was up on the bar and doing some of those pin-up poses that were in vogue in the 40’s and 50’s. I know the guys who were up close were getting an eyeful but I was about five or six rows deep. About the best I got in the way of a peek was when she swiveled from one side to the other and I got the briefest look at a small white triangle. The rumors were right... she was gorgeous! I often wondered how Teddy (her date) managed to get the good looking girls because he, himself, certainly didn’t appear to offer much in the way of looks. He was about 6’4” tall and maybe weighed all of 150 pounds. With a “beak” for a nose and “hollow” cheeks he was more of a candidate for the “Elm Street” horror movies character, Freddy.

When it was obvious that I wasn’t going to get any closer I decided to see what “action” was going on upstairs. It was pretty innocuous at first but when I stepped out onto their porch (enclosed) I saw a rather interesting sight. I’ve told you how I would sometimes get Elle to come up on my lap and straddle me. Well, this guy and gal were in that very position and she was really “working it“, sound effects included. If he was ”inside“ he had to have pulled her panty crotch aside because I saw her whole backside fully encased by her panties. I wondered how they had the nerve to be doing it when out in public. There was no way that either Elle or I would’ve done it right there with people (although not many) walking around.

There wasn’t much action happening when I finally got back to my fraternity so I headed upstairs to try for some sleep. I’d told Elle I meet her around 8;30 am and as I lay there in bed I kept trying to come up with a place where the two of us could be alone together so I could take advantage of Elle’s obvious change of heart concerning abstinence. The only place I could come up with was the ”dungeon“ area at the library. It wasn’t appealing but it was the best I could do.

I arrived back at the house where Elle and Christy were staying right on time. But, when I walked in the door I was met by Mrs. K. She seemed to be upset and quickly told me that Christy and gotten sick and that Professor K, had taken her to the infirmary. She said that Elle went along to comfort Christy. The fraternity was approximately a mile away and the infirmary was over a mile more from there. I walked back to the fraternity and tried to find someone to drive me the rest of the way but no one jumped up so I continued walking. When I got there Elle was in the waiting room and looked incredibly tired. She said they were still running tests on Christy and that she’d have to stay over. As soon as I heard that I knew it was a problem. The way her school had it set up, the house mother was like a guardian for all the girls. They were all expected to be in the house by certain times each and every day. When a girl wanted to leave campus for a weekend she had to get her parents written permission. Both Elle and Christy were expected to be back by the normal Sunday curfew which was 11pm.

I was fairly sure that the doctor or someone at the infirmary would be in touch with Christy’s parents and that they would take care of her absence but I still had to see that Elle got back in time. I left her and tried to track down Christy’s date. It took a while and after I told him what had happened I asked if he would drive Elle back anyway. He looked at me like I was crazy. (nice guy... NOT!) That left me scrambling to find someone else who was headed back to Elle’s school. I finally found a guy who said he’d do it for $5. That made me mad because he had to get his own date and another girl back anyway but I didn’t have any choice. He told me to have Elle at his fraternity by 1:30pm. By then it was almost noon. Since I wasn’t that far from my room I decided to go get Elle’s things and to bring them back to this guys fraternity before I went back to get Elle. I updated Mrs. K and she had no problem with me going upstairs. I was familiar with most of Elle’s things and I just gathered them up and threw them in her suitcase. I left her bag at her driver’s fraternity and then walked to mine. This time I had better luck and got one of the brothers to drive me to the infirmary to get Elle.

By that time Christy’s tests had been completed and she was in a room. Elle told me that the doctor thought she had food poisoning although no one else had come into the infirmary with the same symptoms. She told me that Mrs M , their sorority housemother had been called and Christy was cleared to stay as long as the doctor required. Elle got permission to say ”good bye“ to her and then we were off, back to my fraternity. Almost as soon as we arrived there she asked if I had her suitcase. I told her that it was at the fraternity of the guy who would be driving her back to school. The ”look“ I got wasn’t pleasant. Even though we were still in the foyer and there were people all around she said something I couldn’t believe she was capable of. It was something along the lines of ”I need to change! I’ve been in these wet things since 5 or 6am.“ It caught me totally by surprise. She had always been super conscious of keeping her ”secret“. It was obvious she was upset with what I told her and had "reacted". I said that I could go get it but she said that we’d go together.

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

Back at the house I had to find Mrs. K. With girls staying at the house there was no way she’d let me go up to my room unescorted. I told her that we’d been fooling around in the snow and Elle had gotten wet and needed dry clothes. She walked me upstairs and after making sure no one was there went back to her bedroom. Elle had told me what to bring her which, of course, led me into her suitcase. Her slacks were right on top but I had to do some rooting around to find panties. I found two pair of heavy cotton ones which I knew were for a “package“ but, at first, couldn’t find the nylon ones that she said were in there. I was just about to take one of the cotton ones when I saw the little ”sleeve“ attached to the side of the bag. Voila! I had what I wanted. Of course I inspected them and found they were the same old nondescript ones she usually wore. I was happy in that at least they weren’t cotton.

It had taken longer than I’d expected or wanted. I was sure Mrs. K. would reappear to find out what I was doing. As I was about to walk out the door I noticed that her roommate hadn’t made up her bed and that her pajamas were just lying there. I hesitated for a second and then said ”why not?“ and picked them up. A pair of pink panties with a lace applique fell out and onto the floor. I grabbed them and took a look at the crotch first. There was some sort of discharge there and I was about to take a sniff when I heard the stairs creak. I jammed them back into the pajamas and with my heart beating a million beats a minute headed out the door.

Walking back to the fraternity I was sort of mad that I hadn’t looked at the label of the panties. They looked nice and felt good to the touch. Since she was a member of Elle’s sorority I thought that maybe I might come across them on the basement washline sometime when I was over there. At that point all I could do was hope.

Back at the fraternity a lot of people had returned from the hockey game. As I walked into the living room I could see Elle was really uncomfortable. She had her book in her lap so I couldn’t see if the wetness had wicked up. Even if it hadn’t I knew I had to do something to hide her backside when she did get up. We’d hung her coat in the coat room so I went and got it for her. I’m sure that if anybody had been watching us closely that they would’ve thought that she/we were crazy because all she did was to walk from the living room to the ladies room with her coat on.

I tried to get a peek at her from the peep hole in the coat/telephone room door but there were two people trying to talk on the phone at the same time so I knew that was a waste of time. When she finally came out she had taken her coat off. She whispered to me that her wet pants were rolled up inside and wanted me to find a place for them. Maybe if I was in my own room I could’ve come up with a safe place but working out of a shared room I was a bit leery of that. I decided to hide them in the dorm and under the bunk bed that I’d slept in. I wasn’t happy with my choice but couldn’t come up with anything better.

Saturday nights were always a bit tamer on party weekends. It seemed as if most ”brothers“ stayed around their own fraternities on Friday and would go ”visiting” on Saturday night. We decided to go looking for Christy, her temporary roommate. Along the way I ran into some of my old freshman dorm mates. I know that was boring for Elle but there wasn’t much I could do. I’d vowed to make sure Elle visited a ladies room on a regular basis and by the time we got back to my fraternity Elle knew exactly where the ladies room was in each fraternity.

We ended up in the fraternity dining room over in a corner. We’d turned the lights off and Elle was sitting in my lap. I remember asking myself if this was the right time to get a little “friendly”. I’d rationalized that she’d sent a number of “signals” but I just couldn’t take the next obvious step. In hindsight, she was actually giving me signals as we sat there but I didn’t react. I don’t know how long we stayed there but when a bunch of drunken brothers, without dates, turned on the lights and started to harass us I knew it was time to take her back to the room. After another rather unpassionate day, the “goodnight” was a totally different story. Like the previous night, her kiss was filled with passion. I liked it... A LOT! What really surprised me was that she asked if there wasn’t someplace we could go and could be alone.

There really wasn’t. At least any place I had any confidence in. So, like the night before Elle finally broke away and disappeared inside. My walk back to the fraternity was very lively. I was ecstatic that it was Elle was had given in and was actively pursuing me to get “friendly“ again. I knew I wasn’t going to get much sleep but at that point in time I didn’t really care.

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

I was right. The room was just too accessible to people and it was like Grand Central station. Even though I’d turned the lights out every time someone would walk in they’d turn them on, look around and then leave. Frustrated, I finally headed for the “dorm”. It was located above the kitchen and had a dozen bunk beds in it and it was for guys who wanted more space in their rooms. The problem was that it was unheated so everyone had multiple layers of blankets. I found an empty one and struggled to get in (with all my clothes on). I didn’t get much sleep but it was certainly better than being interrupted every few minutes.

Saturday morning dawned bright and clear (and cold). I told Elle I’d see her around 9am. That would still give us time for breakfast at the fraternity. As we walked down fraternity row we inspected the snow sculptures. Some houses were still putting finishing touches on their displays and we stopped and watched a few until Elle got cold. As soon as we walked in the house she headed for the ladies room. I’d gotten in line for the food as I was hungry, even if it was only Smitty’s (the cook) greasy scrambled eggs. When Elle caught up with me she had a funny look in her eyes. It was a “good“ funny. After we had our plates filled she pulled me out to the area where we’d been sitting the night before. That puzzled me. I sat down but she stood beside me. I remember looking up at her with a questioning look. She bent down and whispered that she’d ”missed”, but only a little bit. It surprised me because, since our “near miss” and “understanding” she hadn’t volunteered that kind of information to me. Before I could pursue it further another couple joined us.

Intermingled with the small talk with the other couple I was wondering if Elle was softening her stance on celibacy. I just didn’t know how to proceed. After we finished we went outside and continued on down Fraternity row looking at the sculptures. We were almost down to the outdoor ice rinks so we continued on. There were four of them and two were open for students and their dates to use. Elle was a really good ice skater and, seeing all the people circling the rink, she said she wished she’d thought to bring her skates. I know that by just standing there I quickly got cold. I sort of hinted that we should be moving on but Elle wanted to watch for a few more minutes. I finally gave her arm a tug and we started back. We were halfway there when she stopped. Just from looking at her I could tell what was happening. She just stood still, biting her lower lip. I had pretty much figured that she was wearing a “package” since she’d not wanted to go back to the room when she’d “missed” earlier. This confirmed it. It was about 30 seconds or so before she started walking again. She looked up at me and said that she was sorry and we'd have to go back to the room.

Since she’d volunteered the information that she’d “missed” earlier, I felt I was safe in asking about this one. When I did she said it was combination of the cold and time. Even though she was now able to last over two hours under normal circumstances. But, when she was exposed to the cold and did, in fact, get cold it would often trigger a “void”. That was a new term for me and she explained that it was a term that her doctor used to describe when she “flooded” (her term). I asked how often that was and she shrugged and said it was a lot better that it had been before the operation. Before long we were back at the house where I lived. I was just glad to get inside and to get warm. She wasn’t gone for long and we headed back to the fraternity.

On our way back I saw Mr B. dressing the mannequins in his clothing store window. Mrs B had asked me, many times, to stop in to show Elle off when she was visiting. Elle didn’t want to but I prevailed. It was another excuse to be inside and warm. When we were leaving I remember Mr B. telling me just how many days until the racing season began. With snow on the ground it was hard to visualize.

I’d wanted to go to the hockey game but when we headed there after lunch we found that the wind had come up. Based on what had happened that morning and the fact that I didn’t have anything warmer to wear that what I had on we decided to skip it. Elle, always the practical one, had brought one of her text books. We were able to find one of the comfortable chairs and I, initially, offered it to her. She said that I should sit in it and she’d sit on my lap. THAT... was a surprise... and I readily went for it. She ended up with her legs draped over one arm and her head resting on the other and her bottom on my lap. I was tempted to rest my hand on her thigh but resisted.

As tired as I was and with nothing interactive to occupy my mind, I fell asleep. It was something warm in my groin area that woke me up. Elle had also fallen asleep and was still sleeping when I realized what had happened. I shook her awake and she must’ve seen the look on my face because she asked what was wrong. She, honestly, had no idea. When I told her she said she was sorry and put her arms around me and kept repeating that she was sorry. Truthfully, had we not been in such a public place I would’ve loved it.

It was now after 3pm and it’d been just after noon when we’d settled in. Close to three hours had passed and that was definitely beyond Elle's “window” of time. Now the question was what to do. A quick look at Elle’s front showed no evidence of wetness. I knew that I was going to be wet both front and back. I did have a clean pair of pants upstairs so I told Elle I’d go change and then we’d go back to my room downtown to get dry clothes for her. She looked at me like I was crazy. She said that as wet as she was there was no way she was going to walk all that far as cold as it was outside. So, it was up to me to make a run downtown to get dry clothes for her.

Things were relatively quiet in the living area of the fraternity so I got up and made a dash for the stairs. I left Elle in the chair. Once upstairs I grabbed a clean pair of underpants and trousers and headed for the washroom. When I returned to Elle she again told me she was sorry. I hated to leave her there like that but didn't have a choice. Walking briskly, it was at least 15 minutes to my room. The whole way there I kept wishing that Elle’s wetting had happened somewhere I could’ve had some privacy. I felt that it was a missed opportunity.

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