THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... fairly quiet (Part 39b)

It had been a while since I’d been over to see Elle and thought it would be a good idea to stop at my friend Donnie’s house to let his mother know that I’d be staying there that night. When I walked in she almost didn’t recognize me. Of course I had to explain what had happened to me. It took longer than I expected but the one thing my stopping to see her gained was that she insisted that I sleep in a bed rather than a chair or on the sofa like I usually did. She showed me which one and, just like a mother, told me not to be out too late.

There weren’t as many cars on the hill as usual. There were about five spaces which really gave a good view of the whole town. We got one of those and settled in for some serious ”snuggling“. Elle had used the ladies room when we left the Restaurant and I hadn’t thought about it until we got the car parked. When she lay across my lap and I put my hand up between her legs I was surprised that not only was she wearing a ”package“ but also had a pair of the full plastic panties on over it. When I asked her about it she told me to be patient. I didn’t know exactly what she meant. I don’t know how long I waited before she got up on her knees. Then she just sat there on the calves of her legs for a few minutes looking at me with a sort of smile. Then she lay back down across my lap again. When I put my hand between her legs I could feel the warmth through the plastic. She’d pee’d into her package!. I was totally confused!

The way she explained it was that she’d never been comfortable when she had to pee outside when we were parked on the hill, what with all the other cars around. With colder weather coming she wasn’t sure what she’d be willing to do. Having a few weeks to think about it she decided she’d ”experiment“ by doing what she’d just done. As I listened to her it made sense as far as taking care of the pee but what was I/we to do then. After a few seconds she started to laugh... and so did I.

Then we came up with a plan of attack for at least that night. Surprisingly, she still had on the nylon panties that she’d worn during the day so I asked her if she thought she could get her fingers hooked into the two pair of cotton panties and the plastic ones all at once. She had to struggle a bit but finally was able to do it. With a towel under her she slid the ”package“ down her legs and off. Once they were out of the way we went back to our usual position... and some ”enjoyment”. The trouble was that she didn’t want me to get too “excited“. In spite of my protestations that I felt fine she would only let me rub her panties and ”visit“ inside them for a few seconds at a time. Needless to say it was disappointing to me. To top it off she insisted that I get her back to the sorority around 10pm so that I wouldn’t get ”overtired“.

When I got back to Danny’s house his mother was still up. That was another first. I usually got there so late she would be in bed. Now, as I remember it, I didn’t feel all that tired. But Mrs C insisted that I have some tea with honey and that would be good for me. I looked at myself in the mirror each morning and knew that I pretty gaunt but it was starting to become a complex what with almost everybody wanting to take care of me. Of course I adhered to her wishes. I ended up with one of Danny’s brother’s beds and he was assigned to the couch. I tried to protest but she wouldn’t hear of it. I will admit the bed was better than the couch.

As I remember it nothing memorable happened on Sunday. The most exciting thing was in getting the "package" with the wet panties back into the house without being seen. We spent most of the day at the sorority which meant that being up close and personal was not really possible. In fact, nothing much happened over the next few weeks.

Elle’s period arrived the week following my visit and that was welcomed by both of us. Even though we thought that we were ”safe“ on that memorable weekend it was nice to have it confirmed. I was definitely feeling stronger but didn’t come over to see Elle until Saturday. I remember it being especially cold and windy and not bringing a warm enough coat. Because of that we decided not to go out that night. A number of the girls and their dates also felt the same. With permission from Mrs M, we all went downstairs to the ”game room“ and hung out there. It was pretty tame and boring but I looked at it as better than freezing or being alone. When it was time to go I wasn’t looking forward to the trip back to my car. As usual it was parked on the street leading up to the campus. Even though I was jogging I was looking for a way to short circuit the trip. I remembered the stairway up to the street. When I got to the sorority where I'd seen it I remember jogging right up the driveway of the adjoining house, hoping to find a break in the hedge that separated the two yards. There was a carriage house (garage) in both back yards but the one in the yard of the sorority had a light on the back of it. I was almost all the way to the back when I saw the light shining through the hedge. I got lucky as there was place where some bushes had died and there was enough room for me to squeeze through. All I was thinking about was getting to my car. I saw the stairs and was actually on the first step when I saw something white over my shoulder. I stopped and there, within a few feet, were two pair of panties hanging on a clothesline. I know I was shaking from the cold by then but I just had to go over to look at them. I didn’t even think about the possibility of someone from the sorority seeing me. As I approached I saw something I’d never seen before. Even with the wind blowing them about I could clearly see that the crotch was different. It wasn’t rounded like all the others that I’d seen but had a diamond shape to it. For a second I thought they were cotton because it appeared that they had a band leg like the ones Elle wore. But I was wrong. I grabbed the first ones and found they were nylon. I looked closely at what I thought were band legs and found they were actually faux band legs and that there was elastic at the openings. I knew right then and there that they (both) were going into my pocket.

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THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... fairly quiet (Part 39a)

I did not realize how much the pneumonia took out of me. As I tried to get back to doing normal things I found myself continuing to get tired. I was eating well but not gaining weight. My first day back at classes was brutal. By my last class I was exhausted. I called Mrs T and apologized for not being able to come and do the pie deliveries. I even went back to the infirmary around mid week to find out if I was still sick. The doctor told me that it was fairly common but the fact that I was so thin to begin with and had lost weight was the real reason. My goal for the week was to be able to get over to see Elle. On Friday, after supper, I went back to my room and went to sleep wanting to be as strong as possible for going to see Elle. I was awake before dawn but I waited until after eating a good, big breakfast before leaving. I felt good... and excited.

I ended up parking on the side street that ran up the hill to the campus. As I’ve mentioned, it actually ran off at at angle from the street that Elle’s sorority and other sororities and fraternities were located. As I walked down the hill I saw the stairway down into one of the yards that I'd seen in an earlier visit. I remembered that it appeared that it led down to the back yard of one of the sororities. I thought to myself that it would be a good short cut both going to and coming from Elle’s sorority. When I got down to the bottom of the hill and started walking towards Elle’s, I confirmed that it was in the back yard of the sorority closest to town. I wondered if I could use them some night to save about five or six minutes of time. While I was checking it out I took a look at the adjoining property. The driveways for each were side by side and separated by a boxwood hedge. I stored it in my memory bank for future reference.

I had to wait over an hour for Elle to get back from her classes. She must’ve told everybody that I’d been sick because almost everybody that saw me came over and said how good it was to see me again. I was a bit embarrassed but it did make me feel good. Even Mrs M, the housemother came over and she surprised me by inviting me for lunch. THAT, I was told, was a first! When I first saw Elle she was with some other girls and as much as I wanted to go up and hug and kiss her, I couldn’t. I had to wait until later.

I really didn’t have a “plan” for our afternoon because I wanted to see how I felt. Elle helped me make the decision by telling me she’d promised to help one of her roommates finish a project. She said it wouldn’t take long and we could all go down to the “game room” in the basement. Even though I felt good I actually fell asleep while they were working. It was mid afternoon when I woke up and I found Elle sitting beside me, reading. There was nobody else there which, for a Saturday, was rare. It was the last home football game and a lot of the girls had gone. Even though Elle didn’t really like to “snuggle” down there she did on this occasion. It had been three weeks since we’d had that wonderful weekend. She lay across my lap on her right side. After a nice long kiss I slid my hand up under hes skirt and between her legs. We’d done this so many times up in the Student Union lounge we had it figured out so that if someone walked in on us they wouldn’t really know where my hand was. She would prop her left leg up against my shoulder and then “tent” her skirt so as to hide my arm. I had hoped that she’d be wearing just nylon panties and I was pleased that she had. The only problem was that she wouldn’t let me inside the leg openings of her panties. I reminded myself to just have patience.

Even with that bit of disappointment it was nice to hold her close to me and to feel her body next to mine. We stayed that way until we heard some voices. Elle popped up and told me she’d be right back. I guessed that it was time for a bathroom break for her and was right. Having that nap really revived me. When it was time for supper I was hungry. I won’t say I was ‘flush“ with money but having done absolutely nothing for two weeks meant I had more money than was usual. I offered to take her to the Sugar Bowl which I knew she liked. Then it was my plan that after we ate we’d go park on the hill looking down at the town.

It turned out the Sugar Bowl looked to be a bad idea. With the football game there were a lot more people in town than usual, especially for a Saturday night. We walked in to find a line of people waiting to be seated. We were just about to walk out when one of Elle’s roommates from the previous year, Dee, saw us and told us we could eat with her and her boyfriend. Dee was like so many of the girls in Elle’s sorority, sort of plain looking and with a bland personality. I hadn’t seen (or noticed) her all Fall. The one thing I remembered from the previous year was that I could usually see a good VPL even when she wore a skirt. She liked straight skirts and they were always tight. Even when she wore wool slacks I could see the indentations where the leg elastics of her panties were. It was a pretty boring time so some of my thoughts during the meal were on just what kind of panties she wore.

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AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38k)

Other than that little bright spot the rest of the day was pretty boring. I made it through by planning for the next day and my ”attack“ on Joanne’s panty drawer. It couldn’t come soon enough. I was excited enough to have a wet dream that night and the realization of that was very embarrassing. So much so that I couldn’t get back to sleep after discovering it. I heard the T’s in the bathroom and then had to impatiently wait for daylight. I was actually a little early. Because it was dark when they all went downstairs the shades were still down. That is, all but the one in the hall. I didn’t dare turn on a light so I had to wait until there was a little more daylight. I knew exactly which drawer was the target and I swear I could hear my heart pounding when I finally pulled it open.

It was like nothing had changed since the last time I’d peeked inside. There was no order to anything. Socks, bras and panties all mixed together. I rooted through the pile on the right and pulled out a few panties and stepped into the hall and to the window. They were all white and well worn as the waist elastics were stretched. I was disappointed. When I’d seen them on the washline they looked fine. I retreated back into the room and grabbed another pile from the other side of the drawer. There were two pair and these were both cotton. They were in much better shape but the labels didn’t tell me anything other than they were 100% cotton and were size 5. More disappointment. I gave up and went back down the hall. Just as I was about to turn into my room I decided to turn right and into the other sister’s room. I really wasn’t expecting much when I pulled the drawer open that I knew held her panties, at least when I’d stayed there. The piles were orderly even though there didn’t appear to be as much stuff as the last time I’d ”peeked“. I figured that they were the same as before but I did pick up the top pair and walked into the bathroom with them. They appeared to be in good shape and when I opened them up to inspect them I had an idea why they were in the drawer. There were blood stains in the leg elastics. Other than that they looked almost new. The label read Globe, just as the old panties I found in my room did. Then it came to me why the name seemed familiar the other morning. They were size 6, a size larger than Joanne wore and a size larger than I’d found in my room. But when I went to put them back I did check the next pair in the stack and found they also were made by Globe but were size 5. Then I remembered when I’d met her during the Summer and had noted that she was a little more ”solid“ than Joanne. To me that meant the size 5’s were too small and she probably wouldn’t be wearing them. I put them in my pocket and, breathing hard, walked back into my room to wait until I heard sounds from downstairs.

I guess knowing that I had a ”trophy“ in my pocket I figured that it was time to ”cool it“. The last thing I wanted to do was to mess up my relationship with the T’s. As boring as it had become it was still better than going to classes but I did miss some of my friends at the fraternity. I ended up spending a good bit of time actually studying over the next two days. I did keep my eyes open for any ”peeks“ but ”behaved“ myself otherwise. Feeling better and better I contacted the doctor and set up an appointment with him at the Infirmary on Thursday. Mrs T dropped me off there when she was making the pie deliveries. He didn’t want me to go back to classes until Monday but gave me the OK to resume ”non physical“ activities. I thought that’s what I’d been doing. I decided that it was time for me to get back to my friends so told Mrs T. She persuaded me to at least stay for dinner and she would take me back afterwards. In spite of my pledge to myself not to go into the panty drawer. I just couldn’t resist one last look at the fancy panties when I went to get my clothes. I remember looking at them longingly and wanting to take one so badly... but I didn’t.

Mrs T. left me off at the Fraternity since that was where my car was. The one thing I wasn’t looking forward to was running into the guys who had thrown me into the lake. As I said earlier, three of them had been put on probation by the school and the house was put on social probation which meant the we couldn’t have any alcoholic beverages or females in the house. When I walked in I got a rather cool reception from some of the brothers. I looked up some of the guys in the ”Unholy Alliance“ and at least they made me feel welcome even though they could no longer drink on their room.

I really wanted to go see Elle but, using good judgment for once, decided to wait until I was really better. When I called I could hear the disappointment in her voice but, realistically, we both knew it was the right thing. She made me promise not to do anything stupid like go out drinking with the guys. It was an easy decision because, for some reason, I had no desire to drink at all. I ended up keeping a low profile the whole weekend. As I remember it I spent a good bit of time thinking about all the panties I’d seen and had my hands on over the past week. In writing this I'm somewhat amazed that I didn't made any attempt to peek as Mrs T's panty drawer. The only reason that I can think of was that I so respected her for all the things she did for me that I knew it wasn't right and would be disrespectful. What I did wasn't right either but for some reason it was different. Does that make any sense?

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AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38j)

Fortunately, Joanne was absorbed in her pie making and never asked what I’d been doing. It was almost as if I’d never left. My thoughts were on those fancy panties I’d just inspected. I couldn’t wait until after lunch when I’d go upstairs to take a nap.

After lunch Mrs T went off to deliver the pies and Joanne finished cleaning up. I headed up the stairs with one purpose in mind... take another look at the Gotham panties. I knew there was absolutely no way that I’d dare take either one of them but I sure wanted to. After getting them all out I took the really fancy pair and, while sitting on the edge of the bed, held them out in front of me picturing Elle filling them out. I don’t know how long I looked and held them but when I heard a noise down the hall I had a panic attack. I grabbed all the panties and bras and just threw them in the drawer. I lay down on the bed and pretended to be asleep, my heart pounding. Then I heard the bathroom door close and figured it must be Joanne. I was mad at myself in that I hadn’t thought of the possibility of her coming upstairs. When I’d looked at the panties in the morning I was sure no one was in the house. I was mad at myself for not being more careful this time. As I lay there I worried that I wouldn’t get the panties folded right and then back in the same order. My paranoia was running rampant.

I actually did fall asleep and when I woke up I carefully opened the drawer and pulled the panties out once again. Even if I didn't get them exactly right it would be better than Mrs T seeing the mess that they were all in. I knew where the fanciest panties had been located in the pile but had no idea for the other. I decided to inspect the others as I had to fold them all up anyway. There was nothing special about them and there was only one with a brand name. It read Globe and I knew I’d seen the name before but I couldn’t remember when or where. All four had name tags sewn in much like Elle and I had in our things so I figured that these were panties from when she was in college. I folded them up and put them in what I thought was the proper order and slid them back into the drawer. When I pushed it closed I felt like I’d just run a marathon. I needed another nap!

Supper was, at best, businesslike. It was almost like I wasn’t there as Mr T talked to Mrs T about the farm and Mrs T talked with Joanne about her pie business. When we finished up Mr T spread some papers out on the kitchen table and started working with them. Mrs T worked at a desk in a corner of the living room doing the bookwork for Joanne’s pie business while Joanne looked at pictures in a magazine. I wondered why Mrs T didn’t have Joanne learning about that aspect of her business. But it was not my place to interfere so I just sat. Bored! It was obvious that this was not TV oriented family as the TV sat there with a blank screen.

I was really starting to feel better and being bored was a good sign. When I’d been picturing Elle in the fancy Gotham panties earlier on I’d actually started to get a hard on, something that hadn’t happened since my dunking in the lake. I wasn’t ready for bed when they went upstairs and asked if I could watch TV. It was always on at the fraternity and even though I wasn’t ”hooked“ on it I did miss seeing it. I don’t know how long it was before I feel asleep but it was after midnight when Joanne woke me up. It was another case of not recognizing where I was so it took a few seconds to reaclimate myself. I followed Joanne up the stairs and remember being disappointed that her flannel pajamas were too thick for me to get a VPL. I’ll admit that I did look at the chest of drawers again as I undressed but just went straight to bed.

It was a repeat of the previous morning in that I waited until daylight to delve into the panty drawer again. The Gotham panties were still where the interest was. The one specific thing that I do remember about both pairs was that they had lace around the leg openings and that was something I’d never seen before. Oh how I wished I could find out where they were purchased. As I put them all back in the drawer I had a stroke of boldness come over me. I got the idea to go back to Joanne’s room again. The last time I’d stayed with the T's I'd just gotten into her panty drawer when I heard someone downstairs. I really didn’t get a chance to do all that much exploring. I'd gotten a pair of her panties but they turned out to be nothing special. But here I was again. I was excited! But, I’d taken too much time looking at the Gotham panties and as I walked down the hall towards her room I heard voices. It was too late.

After breakfast I asked Joanne if I could help her but she was steadfast in that she wanted to do it all herself. The fact that I was bored was a continuing good sign as far as my health was concerned. I actually started thinking about studying! The problem with that was that I didn’t have any of my books. It had been a whole week since I’d last attended a class and I was starting to feel guilty. After lunch I asked Mrs T to let me ride with her when she delivered the pies and to let me off at the fraternity. At first she said no but when I put the emphasis on my studying, she gave in.

Not many guys were at the house when I arrived but I was able to find out that three of the guys who had thrown me into the lake had been put on probation and the house was now on social probation. I didn’t know if I should’ve felt guilty about the last part but I sure didn’t feel bad about the guys. I also found out that the Dean of Students wanted to see me. I wasn’t too happy about that but decided to wait until the Doctor released me before pursuing what that was all about.

Back at the T’s, I made an effort to do some study related reading but quickly found myself thinking about Joanne’s panty drawer. There was a reason for that. Joanne was no where to be seen when we’d arrived back but soon after came down the stairs and was wearing a bathrobe. She was only holding it closed with one hand and as she came down the last steps one side blew back and I got a look at her whole right leg and hip, right up to the waistband of her panties. It was the first peek I’d had since arriving. It was another signal that I was feeling much better.

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AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38i)

When Mrs T came to pick me up I had to ask her to take me to my room downtown. The only clothes I had were the ones the guys who had rescued me had dressed me in to take me to the infirmary. I grabbed some underwear, a few shirts and a pair of khakis and we were on our way. Even though I was really tired I was looking forward to staying at the T’s. As we went up the porch stairs to the house Mrs T noted how tired I looked and suggested that it might be wise for me to take a nap. I knew she was right so didn’t protest. Joanne was reading in the living room when we walked in. I remember the shocked look on her face when she saw me and I remember her asking if I was OK. Mrs T led me upstairs and, since I’d stayed there one night the previous year when I’d gotten snowed in, I recognized it. Mr and Mrs T had the bedroom to the right at the top of the stairs and Joanne’s was right across from them. The bathroom was at the end of the hall and the room I’d slept in was to the left of it. Even though I was very tired I remember hoping that Mrs T would turn to the right. I’d been fortunate enough to get to peek into the panty drawer in the room to the left and even though I”d found nothing special I still wanted the chance to peek into the drawers in the other room. Luck was with me. As we walked in I saw three piles of clothes on the bed. Mrs T quickly swept them up in her arms and put them into the chest of drawers at the foot of the bed. She explained that the oldest daughter, Maryann, now graduated from college, was working in the nearby city to the Northeast of them and would usually make a quick visit home each weekend. When she did she’d bring her laundry and she’d been there that weekend. I asked if she ever stayed and remember Mrs T smiling when she said that she didn’t. I asked why and she, with the smile still on her face, explained that Mr T would put her to work if she did. Having watched Mr T ”push“ Mrs T and Joanne, I understood.

I didn’t do anything but take off my shoes and lie down. I went sound asleep. When I woke it was almost dark. It took me a minute to realize where I was and when I did the first thought I had was the chest of drawers. Reason took hold and I thought it would be better to wait until I knew no one was in the house. It was hard though because I was sure I’d seen some panties in the mix. I felt much better but wasn’t ready to run a marathon.

There was no one around and a quick look at the clock told me they were doing the milking chores. I’d asked Mrs T if I could phone Elle when we were on the way to the house and she said it was OK. I was just too tired when we got there so thought this would be a good time. As you can imagine she was very relieved to hear my voice. I have no idea how long we talked but when I heard Joanne in the kitchen I knew it was time to hang up. Joanne came in but she was reluctant to talk with me. It seemed like all she wanted to do was to stare at me. Dinner was much better and even Mr T participated in the conversation, even if it was more of an editorial about the immaturity of college students. After supper it was a little television and then we were on our way to bed at around 9pm. I was ready, for sure and the T’s had to be up at 5am for chores. As soon as I walked into my room my eyes went for the chest of drawers. I just had a feeling that there were some really nice panties in there but, again, reason took hold and I knew I had to wait.

With the bathroom right outside my door I heard the family when they got up in the morning. Again, the chest of drawers and what lay inside them took over my thoughts. I was almost ready to take the plunge but if I did I was going to have to turn on the light. I got a little paranoid worrying that if they saw a light on they might think something was wrong with me and Mrs T might come back in to check. Reluctantly, I waited.

When I heard noise in the kitchen I went downstairs. Mrs T made me breakfast and Joanne started in on her pie making for the day. While I was still eating Mrs T left to get some supplies for Joanne. I knew Mr T was in the barn until at least lunch time so I decided that I could wait no longer. I don’t remember what I told Joanne but I headed back upstairs. When I shut the door my heart was pounding. I pulled open the drawer and saw two piles of clothes. It was obvious which one had the ”treasures“. I pulled it out and onto the bed. There were a few bras on top but I saw what was underneath. In spite of my excitement I had the presence of mind to take the first pair and look at how Mrs T had folded it so that when I was finished I could put it back the right way. In fact, I did just that... even before inspecting them. Satisfied that I could do it I took each of the six pair and lay them out on the bed. I remember that I was almost shaking. There were two pair that caught my attention immediately. One of them was that fanciest pair of panties I’d ever seen. I picked them up off the bed to see who made them. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was so impressed with the look of them but when I touched them it seemed like they felt silkier than any others that I’d ever felt. The label was like none I’d ever seen before in both the name and how it was made. The label read Gotham Gold Stripe and it wasn’t printed. It was actually embroidered and with gold colored thread to boot. I’d never seen that name before and oh how I wanted those panties!

I put them back on the bed and picked up the second prettiest pair. They were also made by Gotham. I was now intrigued. Looking at all six, laid out on the bed, it was obvious that the two pair of Gotham panties were the newest. They were bright white and basically no staining in the crotch area. My deductive powers came up with the idea that the daughter had recently bought them... but where. I’d taken so long on those two that I began to worry that Joanne would start to wonder where I was so I folded them all up, in the order that they’d been in, and placed them, along with the bras, back in the drawer. I actually felt like I was out of breath when I closed the drawer.

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AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38h)

As soon as the last pledge finished his initiation there was a big party for them in the bar area of the fraternity. I stayed for about an hour and then retreated to the room where I had been grabbing a few hours sleep during the “Hell Week” process. I hadn’t even started to take off my clothes when the door came crashing open. I didn’t even get a chance to see who it was that barged through the door. It take long to figure out though. I recognized the voice of one of them and it was one of the now initiated pledges that I had been harassing throughout the Fall. I was manhandled down the stairs and then outside. At that point I knew there were at least four of them as each arm and leg was grabbed by a different person. I tried fighting them off but ended up hurting myself so after a few minutes gave up. They carried me across the road and to the edge of the campus lake. There was a standing school rule that no one was to go in or onto the lake. They didn’t care as I found myself flying through the air and splashing into the water, back first. As I came back to the surface I made the mistake of trying to stand up. As I did I found myself sinking slowly into the muck that lay on the bottom. I could feel the pressure of it on my legs when I tried to pull them back up. I found that I couldn’t. In fact I found I couldn’t move at all. I also found myself incredibly cold. I don’t know how cold it was outside at the time but, being a sailor, I was aware of hypothermia.

I watched the perpetrators as they ran back towards the house. I knew they wouldn’t come back so didn’t even bother to yell. But when I realized that I was basically trapped by the muck I did. Not only was I cold but now I was frightened. When I found that I didn’t have the strength to even try to pull my legs out of the muck I started screaming for help. Thank God that a few of the brothers of the neighboring fraternity were outside their house hazing some of their own pledges. Two ran across the road to see what all the noise was about. I was able to convey that I was stuck in the muck and desperately in need of help. One of them stayed by the edge of the lake and the other ran back to the fraternity. The guy who stayed tried keeping me somewhat calm. I don’t know how long it took (about then I started loosing it) but when help came they threw me a rope. I was able to wrap the rope around me and to tie some sort of a knot. a I don’t remember being pulled out of the lake or being carried to their fraternity. The first thing I do remember was lying on the floor of a shower, in a fetal position, with warm water pouring over me. I was shaking uncontrollably. The next thing I knew I was at the infirmary.

Long story short... I ended up with pneumonia. I don’t have much to tell about my stay in the infirmary except that I certainly didn’t get to see Elle that weekend. If there was one good thing that came of the whole episode it was that Mrs T, when I didn’t come to deliver Joanne’s pies for two days, came looking for me. After a few days in there I wanted out as soon as possible. But the infirmary doctor, knowing college student's habits, wouldn’t release me until he was sure I was better. But, being a small town where everybody knew everybody else, Mrs T’s doctor happened to be the same one I had at the infirmary. When I complained to Mrs T she, without telling me, told the doctor that she was willing to have me stay with her for a few days if he would release me. When I heard that news I was ecstatic. To do it though, I had to get my parents permission. That was easy. When I was released I was told no activity for at least three days and then to get the doctor’s approval to go back to classes. That was fine by me. I knew I’d certainly get fed well. The timing was perfect as I was finally to the point where food started to look good again. When I left the infirmary I had lost 7 pounds. They were pounds that I could ill afford to lose. Being 6’1“ and only 142 pounds made me look like a scare crow.

The minute I heard Mrs T say that she wanted me to go to her house my mind started racing. Even though I got an almost weekly peek at both Mrs T’s and Joanne’s panties hanging on the clothesline I was hoping that I’d get some real up close and personal looks during my visit. That, on top of good cooking... an unbeatable combination!

Fortunately, some of my friends were able to contact Elle before that weekend to let her know what happened and that I wouldn't be over to see her. I couldn’t call from the infirmary as I was only allowed to contact my parents. Mr and Mrs T were super kind to me in just about every way when I got to their house including the use of the telephone. I could hear the concern in Elle’s voice when I finally got to talk with her. My memory is fuzzy on the day of the week because I lost a couple of them completely. I think it might've been Sunday. But I told Elle I’d be down to see her as soon as I was released from the doctor’s care which would've been the following weekend. That seemed to calm her... and allowed me to focus on my time with the T’s.

To be continued...

AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38g)

We hadn’t set the alarm for Elle to get up and use the toilet when I turned the light out. We both woke up at about the same time and Elle said she was wet. I put my hand between her legs and found a nice warm mass through the plastic. She wanted to get up but I wouldn’t let her. I rolled her over on top of me and I could feel the warmness on my groin. We stayed that way for a while before rolling out of bed. The first thing we did was to see just how wet the bed was after all our “activity”. It wasn’t as bad as the previous morning and, surprisingly, we didn’t get anything on the mattress. I remember thinking what the lady who had praised us when we checked in would think of us if she saw what we’d done to her sheets and towels.

When we showered we had to use the hand towels to dry ourselves off since we’d used all the bath towels up on the bed. We both had to “air dry” a bit before we got fully dressed. That was OK by me because I got to see Elle in just her bra and panties as she walked around collecting her panties that we'd and hung all around the room and in the closet. The cotton ones were still damp so I took one of the chairs over by the heat vent and draped them so they might be dry by the time we left.

I really didn’t even want to think about leaving. Everything had gone so much better that I’d dreamed that I didn’t want it to end. But Elle was getting “antsy” about her upcoming exams and wanted to get back early so she could do a review with some of her classmates back at the sorority. I, too, had to be back fairly early as “Hell Week” for the pledges at the fraternity was to start at 6pm and all the “Brothers” were required to be there. Check out time was noon and I was hoping to stay until then. That would get Elle back in mid afternoon and me back just in time.

Before we left for breakfast I did a quick count of my money. I needed gas and that left enough for one good meal. We decided to go for a good breakfast and then hope that there might be some leftovers at Elle’s sorority. There usually were on Sunday's when some of the girls took off for the weekend. We headed back to the same diner. Elle had agreed that we would stay provided we spent the time studying when we got back from eating. I could only hope that she’d strip again when we got back. All through breakfast that was all I could think about.

It wasn’t to be. When we returned to the room Elle was “all business”. We packed our clothes and then sat down to study. The only “liberty” Elle allowed me was when she used the toilet just before we left. She didn’t wipe and then let me rub her panties... but only for a few seconds. They were nylon so it felt really good. She’d decided to wear a modified “package” for the trip home. I got to watch her as she added a pair of the Nazareth heavy cotton panties with a sanitary pad and the sanitary panties over them. It was interesting to watch her do that, for sure.

The weather had been nice up until the time we left and then it got cloudy and windy. When I stopped so Elle could use a rest room it started to rain. That was not good as the windshield wipers in the Merc were not very good. I ended up missing a turn and going about 30 or so miles out of our way. That, and the fact that I couldn’t drive the speed limit because of the rain, we ended up back at Elle’s sorority almost an hour after she/we wanted to. During this last part of the trip we hardly talked at all. I was concentrating on trying to see through the windshield and Elle was too. She was extremely nervous and I remember her asking, more than once, how I could see anything. As I carried her bags up to the sorority she told me she was glad she’d put on the “package”. I didn’t have the opportunity to ask her exactly what she meant as her roommates were waiting for her. I could only guess. I also had to get going right away to be able to be back to my fraternity in time for the start of “Hell Week”. Our weekend ended with just a peck on her cheek... but it was still an unbelievable weekend.

I’m not sure if “Hell Week” wasn’t almost as hard on the “brothers” as it was on the pledges. It sure was on me. The fraternity plan was to keep the pledges up and awake for at least 52 hours straight. The brothers had assigned rotating four hour shifts. I concentrated on the three pledges that I’d focused on because I didn’t like their attitude. I ended up being a “hard nose” to a few others as well. When the 52+ hours were up and the actual initiation took place I almost “black balled” all three but chickened out. None of the brothers could remember the last time that a pledge had been denied. I remember how glad I was that the whole process was over and that I could get some real sleep. I decided to “crash” in the bunk of the house president as he was away attending a funeral of a family member. It turned out to be a mistake. A BIG mistake!

To be continued...

AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38f)

I stayed there until she decided to go to the bathroom again. She didn’t “invite” me in like earlier but I followed her in anyway. I’d noticed that there was a pair of nylon panties lying on top of her clothes in her suitcase. As I walked past I picked them up and brought them with me. She was waiting for me, already sitting on the the toilet with her panties still on. She saw the nylon panties but told me she’d put them on when she got up. How could I complain? I enjoyed rubbing her crotch as she peed but I enjoyed it more when she put on the nylon panties. Unfortunately, she didn’t give me much time before she was back to her books. It was nice while it lasted!

It was dark out when Elle got up to go again. As before, I followed her into the bathroom but this time she put her hand up before she got to the toilet. Before I could say anything she said she was willing to wear the damp panties to she had on to dinner but if I wanted her to pee through them she wouldn’t. She said she’d be “nice” to me when we got back. Discretion being the better part of valor I backed off and didn’t say a word. What I did get was a quick look at her bush as she pulled the panties down so it wasn’t like I didn’t get any pleasure.

It was back to the same diner for dinner. We’d looked over the menu on our first visit and had planned out all our meals based upon the prices. The waitress we’d had the previous night had told us that the Saturday special was really good if we liked meat loaf. Not my favorite but the price was right. We took our time and had some fun talking about our future. By the time we got back to the room it meant it’d be close to 11pm by the time Elle’s desired 8 hours of study would expire. I wasn’t looking forward to it at all. But Elle was true to her word and as soon as we got back to the room she headed for the bathroom. What I didn’t realize was that she’d “leaked” when she got out of the car. By the time she sat on the toilet she was peeing full force. But, even though I was “late to the party”, the feeling of her warm pee though the two pair of panties had me “ready”. The problem was that I knew she’d make me wait until her study time was up. It was going to be a loooooonnnnnnggggg two hours!

She was really on me for not having done much real studying so I made the effort, sitting at the desk with my back to her so I couldn’t see her. I actually accomplished something and when I turned to tell her found her asleep. When I got up I looked to see if she’d wet and she hadn’t but I felt I should wake her before she did. I climbed onto the bed on my side and snuggled up next to her. I startled her and she let out a funny little sound. She immediately turned towards me. By then I was “ready“. I ”plugged in“ between her legs and into the crotch of her panties and we started kissing. It couldn’t have been more that a minute before I felt my leg getting very warm. I was ”working“, back and forth into her crotch and was very close to coming. She rolled away which was a good thing. She grabbed the towel that was under her and stuffed it between her legs. I watched her as I caught my breath. She looked back at me and apologized. I wanted to say that there was nothing to apologize for but I didn’t. While she sat there I went to the bathroom and got another towel and lay it on the bed next to her. Then I stood in front of her and took the towel from her gesturing for her to stand up. While she did I turned the light out on the night stand next to the bed. Then I peeled the wet panties off of her. It was the first time she’d ever let me do that and I can tell you that I was really excited.

I had her lay down on the bed (on the towel) and then sat on her upper thighs, staring down at her. The only thing wrong was that I’d not thought to take her bra off and when I bent over to nuzzle her breasts she realized it and helped me out. The next few minutes were a whole new experience for me. I hadn’t realized how sexually stimulating kissing a females breasts are to them. I sure found out!

It turned out that that whole episode was the best that I’d experienced. It was all so natural. The breast kissing led to me just sliding down on top of her and then she guided my penis right into her. It was so easy and natural... and wonderful. She didn’t have an orgasm but she did get pretty ”wound up”... and I managed to hold up for a fair amount of time. When we were through we both fell asleep for a short time. I woke up first as I’d ended up with an arm under me in an awkward position. neither of us felt like getting up to shower but Elle wanted her “package” on. I’d never changed a baby’s diaper but I felt funny putting her panties on while she was lying there in bed. I got the sanitary napkins and Elle placed them the way she wanted them. As I got the plastic panties and turned out the light I saw that it was after midnight. Elle went right to sleep but I lay awake, snuggled next to her, thinking of what it would be like to be married and to be able to do what we’d just done every night. I know it was a long time before I finally fell asleep.

To be continued...

AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38e)

When I woke up I could see sunlight peeking around the curtains. I looked at my watch and was shocked to see it was after 9am. I don’t know why but I slid my hand down to Elle’s crotch. Even through the plastic I could feel it was very warm... and squishy. It was obvious to me that she’d slept through her next alarm... and more. I figured that she'd gotten up around 3am and it was now 6 hours later. She should’ve gotten up at least 3 times and she was lying there, still asleep. Then I became worried that the plastic panties might’ve leaked so I felt all around her butt. Fortunately, everything was dry.

As angelic as she looked while asleep I knew I had to wake her up. When I got her to open her eyes we snuggled for a bit and, even though I was definitely ”excited”, made a concerted effort to get her up and out of bed. I got out on my side and walked around to the other side to pull her up. When I accomplished this I put my arms around her and we stood there hugging and kissing for a few minutes. I remember her asking what time it was and if she’d leaked onto the bed. She was surprised at how late it was and I remember her taking one hand and feeling her plastic panties. I also remember her having a sheepish smile on her face.

We walked to the bathroom and she immediately stepped in to the tub. That was a surprise. I asked why and she said I’d soon see. She pulled the plastic pants down and stepped out of them. Then after a few seconds I saw a stream of pee flowing from the crotch of the panties she still had on. I won’t say I was shocked but I was surprised. I honestly don’t remember who spoke first or what exactly was said but the gist of the action was that she was going to pee anyway and she thought I’d appreciate it. I did! Immensely! In retrospect, it was a reinforcement of her commitment to me.

I peeled the wet mass off of her and then pulled the soggy pads from the panties as she took a quick shower. While I was doing this there was a knock on our door. I was naked but I quickly grabbed my pants from the recliner and ran to the door. It was housekeeping, wanting to make the bed. I told them we weren’t ready and to come back later. Elle, hearing the conversation had quickly finished her shower and, with a towel wrapped around her, was picking out clothes to wear. I had hoped to pick out what she would wear but, because we were both hungry and because I was fully expecting to spend most of the day studying, figured it didn’t matter since she’d probably acquiesce to my desire to be in just underwear when we got back. It only took a few minutes for us be ready and on our way.

Breakfast was filling and we didn’t waste too much time. Elle had set a goal of eight hours study time for the day. Getting a late start meant we’d probably be studying into the evening, not something I was looking forward to. We walked back into the room and immediately smelled pee. Walking in from the fresh outside air it was a bit of a shock. The bed had been made and all the towels we’d used to soak up pee and to bathe with had been removed and replaced with clean ones. My next thought was that they hadn’t found the sheet in the tub. Wrong! But, what I found in the bathroom were the three pair of peed in cotton panties that I never washed out. My face immediately flushed. It was bad enough that the sheet was wet but leaving Elle’s panties on the floor wasn’t good. And then there was her protective sheet/pad. We’d left that draped over the back of the recliner. I went over and took a sniff and the pee smell was certainly there. I remember wondering if the housekeeper had gone into the office to report what she’d found. I certainly wasn’t going to go ask.

Elle said we’d have to open the door to air the room out before she could start to study. I volunteered to wash the protective pad and the panties out and as I did Elle took one of her books out to study in the car. I was sort of upset. I’d fantasized that upon our return we would, again, strip down to our underwear to study. With the door open and all the warm air escaping I knew it’d be a while before that would happen.

When I finally shut the door it was pretty chilly in there. Elle, sitting in the car, was completely involved in her studies. There wasn’t much I could do but wait. When Elle came in to use the toilet she did bring her book but I knew it wasn’t a good idea to ask her to strip right then. I wasn’t very happy but I kept it to myself.

It was early afternoon when Elle said she was hungry. The room had warmed up nicely, almost to the point that it was really too warm to have clothes on. But I had the patience to wait. When Elle went to use the toilet I followed her in. At that point I was hoping to just get a feel of her panties after she peed but she told me to wait until we got back. I was really in no position to argue.

Lunch was a rather quiet affair. I’ll admit I was sulking a bit. Right from the time that the housekeeper knocked on the door not much had gone the way I wanted it to. Upon our return to the room I made the comment that the room was really too warm to be in clothes. I saw Elle with an impish smile and knew that everything was pretty much back to the way I’d hoped it would be. She said she’d give me 15 minutes and then it was back to the books. I walked up to her, gave her a kiss and started to undress her. It was fun. But, what was more fun was when she started to undress me! Then, a big surprise. she got up, took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. I wasn’t really sure what was going to happen but I knew that the 15 minutes was almost up. As soon as we got inside the room she turned to me, wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me. What could I do but hug her back and start kissing her. Then she took one of my hands and placed it between her legs. This, for sure, was different. Very rarely did Elle take the initiative. Almost as soon as my hand touched her panties I felt a nice wet warmness. It wasn’t a lot and, because she’d chosen to wear the Carter’s heavy cotton panties, it wasn’t as sensuous as I liked. But, she’d done it on her own and that meant a lot. We stayed like that for a minute or two and then she spun away, sitting on the toilet but still in her panties while she peed. I got a minute or so rubbing her like that and then she jumped up and kind of slapped me on the head telling me to get to studying.

She took a hand towel with her and headed for the bed. That was different. I watched her set up the pillows behind her and start to read. I took the desk chair and placed it at the foot of the bed. That gave me a good view of her crotch. Studying was NOT on my mind!(4)

AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38d)

As I said, it was an effort in futility. By the time she got there she’d peed her bladder empty. When she turned to sit on the toilet I walked up to her and kissed her, squeezing her wet pantied butt as I did it. I quickly moved one hand around so as to get into the leg opening of her panties and she willing let me. When she could take no more she backed away. As worked up as she appeared to be I thought this would be the time to strip her panties off and actually see her naked. NOT! It puzzled me to no end but not enough to deter me for what I deemed to be both our goals at the time.

When we got back to the bed I was surprised to see that in spite of her ”accident“ when she was on top of me that my side of the bed wasn’t all that wet. I climbed in first and she lay on top of me, my penis between her legs. I swear we didn’t move at all but within seconds I felt that pulsing sensation. Talk about disappointment... for both of us.

We lay there like that for a few minutes and then I rolled her off and on to her side. I stayed snuggled up to her with my left leg wedged between her legs and up into her crotch. The next thing I knew I felt a tickling sensation on my right upper thigh. As I opened my eyes I could see that she was asleep. It only took a few seconds to realize that she was peeing in her sleep. I shook her awake but by then the ”damage“ had been done. I pulled my leg out and separated myself from her just a bit. I was up on one arm and could look down at our hips. We were in a puddle of pee. Our combined weight had created a small crater and the pee had pooled itself right there. Her protective pad was keeping it from the mattress but the regular sheet was soaked.

What to do? We both knew that we didn’t want to make any more of a mess than we already had. With me weighing more than Elle I suggested that I’d stay in the puddle and she’d go get a towel to soak up the puddle. Once that was accomplished we both agreed that we needed a shower. I had ”come to life“ by then and as we stood by the tub waiting for the water to get warm I gave her a big hug and kiss. I grabbed her butt again and her wet panties were molded to her body. I just knew that I’d finally get to see her naked. But... she stepped into the shower... with her panties on.

I offered to wash her if she’d wash me. Such a deal! I made another half hearted attempt to peel her panties off but still met with resistance. I remember looking down at the now totally translucent panties and seeing her pubic hair through them. She was blond down there as well and I could even see that. Exasperated, I tried, one more time, to reason with her and, miracle of miracles, this time won out. She wasn’t totally comfortable but was accepting to the extent that we soaped ourselves up and then ”scrubbed“ ourselves clean by rubbing belly to belly.

That is still one of my favorite memories. We probably spent a half hour in the shower. Still soaking wet I stepped out of the tub and, with the top seat down, sat on the toilet. I held up a towel for Elle and helped her out. But I guided her into a straddling position on my lap. I’m sure your imaginations don’t need details for what happened next. It was a wonderful, unplanned, experience.

When things ”wound down“ we were faced with a very wet bed. Elle insisted on putting on a ”package“ and I asked if I could help her. She’d told me how she did it and, of course, I’d felt it a few times but this was something I really wanted to see. She started with a pair of the Carters heavy cotton ”Spanky Pants“. The next step was to put a sanitary pad inside them, just as if she was on her period. Next was adding a pair of the heavy cotton Nazareth panties that I’d brought for her. Before they were all the way up she added two more sanitary panties, side by side, inside them. The extra wide crotch of these panties allowed for them to fit. Then, it was time for the plastic panties. I stepped back to take this sight in. I almost laughed. Here she was, naked except for these comical looking ”poofy“ plastic panties. I actually had to look away to keep her from seeing me smiling. She was going to put her pajama top on but I offered her a T shirt. I wanted to be able to feel her flesh when we were in bed and cotton flannel wasn’t going to cut it.

Next we had to figure out what to do with the bed. We pulled the wet sheet off and threw it in the tub. Her waterproof sheet/pad had a layer of flannel and it was wet as well so we took that off too. Then we took the top sheet and put it on the bottom. By then it was after midnight and we just feel into bed with a light blanket over us.

Elle was asleep in minutes but I lay awake for a long time. Elle had brought her alarm clocks to wake her up for the bathroom and I heard the first one go off. She actually slept through it so I shook her awake. When she returned from the bathroom we snuggled, face to face, and then we both fell asleep.

To be continued...

AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38c)

I stopped the car by the office when I saw the lady who’d been so nice behind the desk. I went in and thanked her again and also asked if there was a nearby diner. She said to get out on the main drag and drive for about 4 or 5 minutes and I’d see one that was open for truckers all night long. My father had told me that if truckers ate at a place you could be pretty sure the food was good so we had a plan. Not only was the food good but it was fairly inexpensive as compared what I paid when Elle and I would go out to eat in her college town. The waitress guessed that we were newly married and we didn’t tell her we weren’t. But just hearing that made us both feel more relaxed about what we were doing.

The euphoria was broken when, on the trip back to the room, Elle reminded me that it was to be a ”study weekend“ and that she wanted to get in at least two hours before ”anything else“. There wasn’t much I could say. At least we were alone together and there was still a lot of time to go, including two whole nights. When we got back into the room we took the time to take a close look at it. There was a vinyl couch and recliner along with a table with chairs and a full sized desk. There was also a black and white TV on a metal stand with wheels. The bed was a double (which was as big as they came in the 50’s) with plenty of room on both sides. You could’ve had a party in there without crowding. As we walked around I flipped the thermostat up. Elle took off her coat and retrieved her books while I put her suitcase on the bed. I was trying to find the right words to suggest that we study wearing just our underwear. I can’t remember the exact words but I know I used ”be comfortable“ when I mentioned it. Her first reaction was a frown but, surprisingly, she didn’t say anything negatively. I remember going up to her and asking for a kiss before we started to study. I guess we'd been so nervous about what we were doing that right from the time I saw her walking up to the sorority until now we hadn’t kissed or hugged. Not even when I was rubbing her wet panties when she was peeing in the toilet. That question was the right one and at the right time. The kiss was an extended one and led to some extra ”fooling around“ before she put a stop to it by saying ”STUDY!“. But it was obvious that she was ”hungry“ and that’s when I asked if she’d take her clothes off and just study in her bra and panties. She hesitated for a few seconds and then, with a smile, said OK, as long as she didn’t get cold and that I wouldn’t touch her for the whole two hours. That was easy to agree to as I had a very good idea what was to follow... and it was only a two hour wait. I immediately kicked the thermostat up some more as I watched her step out of her skirt and slip, smiling.

She chose to sit at the desk and I took up a good viewing position in the recliner. I know I wasn’t getting anything out of what I was reading as I kept one eye on her. I honestly don’t know how long she’d been at the desk when she got up and headed for the bathroom. When I got up to follow her she reminded me, with a smile, that I couldn’t touch her. But it didn’t stop me from talking to her and summoning up the courage to ask her to pee through her panties. She stopped, gave me a ”look“, and then tried to separate the two pair she had on. But the sight of the toilet and her need for it was too great. That few seconds that she hesitated trying to pull down just the cotton panties was enough for her to start peeing. As she did she gave me a ”you win“ look and just sat on the toilet. I could hear the pee splashing in the bowl and I was as hard as a rock again. Boxer shorts do not offer any resistance. I stood at the doorway watching. She wouldn’t look at me while she was peeing but after a minute or so she looked at me and asked if I was happy. I gave her a BIG smile back.

She wanted to change and get washed up but I persuaded her to stay in the wet panties as it wasn’t long before we’d be going to bed. She took one of the hand towels when she got up and put it on the desk chair. I went back to watching her.

One thing about Elle and her studies... it had to be perfectly quiet. No casual chat, radio or TV. So I just sat watching her. I hate to admit it but I actually fell asleep. What woke me up was Elle attempting to sit on my lap. It only took a few seconds for me to feel the warmth of her damp panties. I quickly ”sprang to life“ and she couldn’t help but notice as she playfully guided it between her legs. This time there was no doubt as to interest as she undid her bra (something I always struggled with). I grabbed a handful and started gently stroking the nipple with a finger. She squealed and wiggled a bit. Then she spread her legs which I took for an invitation to visit ”the promised land“. I was only inside the legs elastics a minute when she jumped up and ran to the bed. Her suitcase was still on it. She opened it and quickly pulled what looked like a folded table cloth. She lay it on the bed and motioned for me to move the suitcase. As I did she peeled back the covers and the sheet on her side. At first I was puzzled. But as she unfolded the material I figured out that it was a protective sheet. She spread it out on her side and then put the regular sheet back. When she finished she lay down on the bed and asked what I was waiting for. I didn’t have an answer so climbed in beside her. No sooner had I snuggled up beside her and she popped up sitting/straddling me and began to tickle me. I’m not ticklish but she is so I returned the favor. It only lasted for a few seconds before I felt something really warm on my groin. She was laughing so hard that she didn’t realize what was happening at first. When she did she spun off me and onto her side. She ended up sitting on the side of the bed, not moving. I asked if she was OK and she said that if she moved she was going to ”pee everything“. As wet as I was I thought she already had. She asked me to go get the towel off the desk chair and when I did she stuffed it between her legs and waddled towards the bathroom. Talk about an effort in futility! I’m smiling, and getting hard, as I write this, remembering this pretty blond haired girl waddling, half stooped over, with a towel between her legs and wearing nothing but wet panties and heading for the bathroom.

To be continued...

AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38b)

I pretty much tapped out my bank account when I left school. I knew the big cost would be the motel and that we’d have to stretch a bit on the food. I pulled up in front of the office and went in to register. I was met by a stern looking man who looked older than my father. When I told him I wanted a room he said he didn’t think he had any available. It was just about dark and there were only a few cars in the parking lot. I questioned him about that and he said something about not running ”one of those kind of places“. Being somewhat of a ”smart ass”, I asked what he meant. He pointed to Elle sitting in the car and said he knew what we were up to or something like that. My “smart ass” persona now in full gear, I told him he didn’t know what he was talking about and that we were married. Before he could say anything I told him I’d go get Elle and prove it. It was probably my agitated voice that did it but all of a sudden this matronly woman appeared. I was headed for the door to get Elle when she did and she asked what the problem was. Before the man could answer I piped up that he wouldn't rent my wife and I a room. Before he could say anything I continued on that we’d gotten married right before college started and that we really hadn’t had a honeymoon and were taking this weekend to celebrate it. By then the woman had moved over in front of the man and immediately started in on him. Shortly thereafter she said for me to go get Elle so she could meet her. I figured, why not? When I got to the car I told her to turn her engagement ring over to hide the stone and to make it look like a wedding band and to just go along with the fact that I’d told them we were married.

By the time we got back inside the lady was behind the desk and directed us to come over there. The man was gone. She was smiling and apologetic for his behavior. She told us that it was so wonderful that were were married and continuing with our education. Then she told us that we could have “The Suite” for the same price as a regular room. Of course we had no idea what the difference was. I thanked her and paid for two nights, glad to “escape”.

The room was at the end of the building and there were no cars down there at all. It was completely dark out when we got our things out of the car. Elle was in a rush to get in the room and that told me something. It was about 3pm when we’d stopped and it was now close to 6. I opened the door and turned on the light. The room was huge. Even though Elle needed to get to the toilet she stopped to just to look. In all the traveling I’d done with my parents I’d never seen a motel room this big. When she started for the bathroom she started to pull the hem of her skirt and her slip up around her waist. Before she made it to the door I could see a trail of pee. I dropped her bags and followed her in, turning on the light as I did. She was trying to hook her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties when I caught up to her and I grabbed her by the hips and made her sit on the toilet. She didn’t resist at all. (1)

Seeing the trail of pee made me almost instantly hard. Elle didn’t resist as I thrust my hand between her legs and into the warm stream of pee. Being that her panties were nylon I had no trouble finding what I was looking for. Elle tolerated the rubbing for a minute or two and then indicated that she wanted me to stop. I did and she told me that there would be plenty of time for “that” after we got something to eat. My thoughts hadn’t factored in eating. Neither of us had eaten anything for lunch and, for Elle, it had been since 7 something in the morning. I knew it was useless to ask her for just a little more. I’d been through that scene before.

When she stood up she was still holding her skirt and slip around her waist. I clearly remember her asking me “What now?, but in a nice way. The only thing I could think of was to suggest she put on a pair of the heavy cotton panties. She didn’t say anything except to tell me to get a pair from her her small case. As a graduation present she’d been given a 3 piece Samsonite set of luggage and the case was a part of it. I’d dropped it just inside the door so went to retrieve it. I was so excited that I didn’t pick it up but opened it right there on the floor. As I did I saw two things. On one side was a pile of cotton panties and on the other was a stack of sanitary napkins. I knew that she’d had her period during the week as it has started the previous weekend so couldn’t fathom the sheer number of pads that I saw. I didn’t say anything but just grabbed the first pair of panties. They happened to be one of the Nazareth ones that I’d bought for her the previous year. She was standing in the doorway to the bathroom and I went to my knees to help her step into them. What a view! The nylon panties were wet up into her pubic area and what was under them was very plain to see. But I didn’t dally, just pulling them up so she could finish the job.

To this day I can’t really explain the feeling I get when I know exactly what any female is wearing for panties. But, when I know that they’re wet it’s unbelievable. As we left the room I was still as hard as I’d been when I saw Elle walking across the floor, peeing.

To be continued...

AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38a)

When I was young I remember how long the week before Christmas seemed to take. That next week was just like that. Classes took forever to get over. Trying to study was a waste because all I’d do was fantasize the way I hoped the weekend would be like. The only thing that took my mind off of it was harassing the pledges. With “Hell Week” to start at 6pm on Sunday, right after Fall party weekend ended, it seemed like a good idea. The pledge master was a bit slack in keeping them on their toes and I, along with the “Unholy Alliance, decided to ratchet things up with them. As long as I was busy with them I wasn’t thinking about Elle and the upcoming weekend.

My focus continued to be on the three pledges that I described in a prior part but I was definitely involved with the others as well. Each night, Monday through Thursday, we ran them ragged. I’m not sure which night it was but it was a memorable one as far as the hazing went. We had decided not to send them out on a forced march but to just get in their faces, all night long. I won’t waste time describing the specifics but suffice it to say that we really got their attention. Some of the ”looks“ we got were deadly. We just laughed.

I continued to deliver the pies for Mrs T and Joanne. When I told Mrs T that Elle wasn’t coming for the weekend she was disappointed. She’d offered to have Elle stay with them so I wouldn’t have to move from my room which I thought was really nice. I hated telling her and I also didn’t relish telling her that I wouldn’t be delivering the pies for the weekend. She wanted to know what I was up to and I came up with some lame excuse.

I think the only reason I got any sleep on Thursday night was that I was probably half drunk. I know that I was so excited to get to Elle on Friday that I cut my afternoon class. On the drive over to her school I began to have second thoughts about that. I coveted my three cuts to use in an ”emergency“ and this was certainly no emergency. I’d be to Elle’s almost an hour before she would be done with her last class.

Being early meant that I’d have to find a place to park while waiting for her. Since the town put a 15 minute parking restriction on the street the sorority was on it had become very difficult to find a parking place. On a couple of nights I'd used the side street that led up to the main campus. It was a one way street with houses only on the right hand side. There were usually a few spaces available on the left side so I headed there. When I used that area in the past it was before all the leaves had fallen off the trees. As I walked down the hill I stopped at the top of some steps. I couldn’t remember if I’d really paid any attention to them in the past but I stopped and looked down the hill. Through the bare tree limbs I could see a garage and a clothes line. There were some clothes on the line but I couldn’t see just what they were. I did know that the property of the houses on the main drag went all the way back to the hill I was on, even Elle’s sorority. But these stairs, about 30 or so steps, led into the back yard of one of them. The question was, which one?

As I continued down the hill to the street I tried counting the number of houses I could see through the bare trees. Once on the street I counted them back. The house with the stairs was one of the sororities. A very interesting discovery!

I met Elle as she walked up to the sorority. She could see that I was hyper and sort of laughed. My continuing fantasy, all week long, was that we would spend most of our ”study time“ in our underwear. Of course I hadn’t mentioned it to Elle. I wanted to make sure that she packed plenty of panties but didn't know how to broach the subject. I hadn’t given any thought to the fact that, with her ”problem“, she’d have to pack plenty of them just to sleep in. So, I ended up embarrassing myself by mentioning it to her. She gave me another of ”those“ looks that I hated. Just as she was about to go inside I, with a plaintive plea, asked her to pack some extra nylon ones. Another ”look“.

I hadn’t discussed where we were going with Elle because I hadn’t decided myself. I knew we would head South. The nearest city was about 30 minutes away but it was another college town and I wanted to go somewhere where there was no chance of anyone we knew seeing us. Another option was a city right at the state line. The problem with that was that Elle’s school was a state school and about 95% of the students lived within the state. Because it was so close to both our schools I had some serious doubts about it but headed that way anyway. We talked about it and when we got to the city limits we stopped so Elle could use the bathroom. Then we rode around a bit and decided to continue on. I didn’t have a road map for the next state so just stayed on the same route. It was about an hour later that we came to the outskirts of another city. We drove past a nice looking motel but drove on a bit further. Not seeing anything nicer I turned around.

To be continued...

BACK ON CAMPUS... Adjusting (Part 37f)

The next visit to see Elle (that I remember) was the weekend that served as her school’s Fall party weekend. It was the weekend right prior to my school’s Fall House Party. They called it “Homecoming” and always included a football game and a parade of floats that were prepared by the fraternities and sororities. The year before, Elle, as a pledge, was deeply embedded in the preparation of the float. This year, as a full “sister”, she was supposed to be able to take a more laid back role. When I’d called I had told her that I’d take her out for supper so when I arrived I just pulled into the driveway, thinking that she’d be waiting and would just get in the car and we’d be off. WRONG! As I pulled in I saw a lot of activity in the back yard by the carriage house. I went back and saw that the float that they were supposed to be working on was basically bare and that there was a lot of “hand wringing” among the sisters.

What had happened was that the farmer that the sorority had negotiated with for a flatbed wagon had forgotten about it. When they went out to the farm they found that it was being used. In a panic they went from farm to farm before finding a one that was suitable and available. Instead of being able to work on it for two or three days they only had Friday night and early Saturday morning. What the real problem was that this farmer told them they could not use nails and/or screws to attach their displays. When I walked up there were two other guys. There were also about 30 girls, all talking at once. I surveyed the situation and seeing just what had to be attached (shaped chicken wire forms) I came up with a suggestion. Of course, whenever one does that, that person is given the job. I found Elle and told her I had to go downtown to get baling wire to solve the problem. What I found sort of interesting was that the girls still hadn’t started to ”stuff“ the forms with the tissues (Kleenex) that were necessary to create the story that they wanted to tell. I told her to get them started but not to do the bottom three rows of holes and that I’d be back in a while.

What I did was to wrap the wagon bed with multiple loops of wire to which the forms could then be attached. The girls worked on the ”stuffing“ inside the carriage house until curfew. We couldn’t attach the forms until the morning because, once on the wagon, they wouldn’t fit through the door. That meant we had to get back on the job early next morning. It was ”interesting“, watching how girls worked as opposed to how guys work. In any case, I didn’t get to see Elle alone that night.

Saturday morning dawned cool but clear. The girls all had Saturday classes but usually only one. When I arrived I found only a handful available to finish working on the float. But, what I found especially exciting was that all the girls who were there to work were wearing skirts or dresses. They were required to wear them to all their classes and I sure was glad. Once the forms were placed on the wagon I started attaching them. The girls, to finish their ”stuffing“, had to work up on the platform and, because it was only the lower part of the form that they needed to address it meant that they, for the most part, had to squat down to do it. With me on the ground it was a perfect venue for upskirts. At one point I remember looking at three white crotches almost at once. It lasted for about a half hour. My guess is that I got to see at least ten different girls. If there was a problem it was that only a couple were even ”cute“. I do remember one who caught me looking and then continued to ”flash“ me. Even if she wasn’t a beauty I wasn’t about to complain.

Everything was done in time for the staging of the parade and by then all I was interested in was being alone with Elle. There was a dinner dance that night for the sorority and I knew that would cut into my ”private“ time with her. I’d been trying, for a few weeks, to get her to let me know if she was going to come over to my school’s Fall party. She was concerned that the week following was her mid semester exam week and that if she did come over that she wouldn’t be prepared for them. Grades were very important to her especially since she would be practice teaching in the Spring semester and she wouldn’t be graded for that time. So, a good bit of our afternoon private time was dedicated to discussing that topic. I was upset that she wouldn’t make up her mind and she was upset that I kept pressing her about it. That sort of set the ”tone“ for the rest of our time together.

Because it was a semi-formal affair, she wanted to get back to the sorority early to get ready. I had to get to Donnie’s house to get changed as well so nothing was decided. It didn’t take long for me to get ready and as I waited for the time to pass to go pick her up an idea struck me. The more I thought about it the more excited I got. I couldn’t wait to see her and to share it with her. Unfortunately, though, Elle committed me to taking her roommate, Lois, and her date.

I can’t tell you how hard it was to keep quiet. Once at the venue I kept looking for a way (and place) to get her alone. But, it just wasn’t working out for me. From the height of excitement I’d fallen into a pit of frustration. Each time I seemed to have an opening something happened to close it. Even though it was fairly cool out I finally persuaded Elle to come outside with me. She seemed more perturbed than anything else, even with my jacket over her shoulders. She was sure it had to do with my party weekend and she wasn’t yet ready to decide. I got her attention when I told her that I’d pretty much decided that I didn’t want her to come. That actually shocked her. Like most females, she immediately jumped to a conclusion that I was going to get another date. I’m still shaking my head at that. It just shows the convoluted thing that goes on in the mind of a female.

By the time I got her off that thought I was getting cold. I finally grabbed her by her arms and asked if she remembered how we’d sometimes talk (dream) about having a few days completely alone. (We’d usually do that after we had a particularly ”good time“, if you know what I mean) She admitted that she did and, as soon as she said ”yes“, I blurted out that we could go off alone for that whole weekend. She looked at me like I’d lost my mind... but she did give me the opportunity to explain my thought.

It probably seemed to her that I was babbling I was talking so fast. She had major concerns and I had answers for all of them... but she didn’t (or couldn’t) understand me. We ended up going out to my car to continue talking and for me to get warm. By the time I got her to understand the whole plan she was excited as well.

To sum it up: She was to put in for permission to come over to my school but we would end up someplace, to be determined later, for Friday night, all day Saturday and return to her school in the early afternoon on Sunday. It was to be a ”study weekend“ and I had to promise that I’d study as well. By doing that, she’d get her study time and we’d be together like we really wanted to be. As much as we had enjoyed some of our past ”private time“ together it always ended with us separating. This would be different... very different. By the time we went back inside we were both VERY excited!

BACK ON CAMPUS... Adjusting (Part 37e)

When I was finished with my deliveries I headed back to my room. I picked out the few panties that I felt warranted attention and stuffed them in my pockets and went up to my room. Since I didn’t have anything worth all that much I never locked the door and, unless I was asleep, left the door wide open. My room was at the end of the hall which only had a small window at the top of the stairs. The hall was always dark even when the sun was out and, since my room (and door) were at the end of the hall, the light from my window was a big help. But, on this afternoon, I closed the door.

The one pair that particularly interested me was made of a material I’d never, consciously, heard of... acetate. It was like nylon or rayon except that it seemed a little heavier and stiffer. The label read “Isis”. I’d never seen it before. One other thing that I noticed was that the crotch, although not as big from front to back as the ones I liked, was wider than most panties. It was about the width of the heavy cotton “Nazareth” panties I’d bought for Elle. They looked like they were new and had no staining in them at all. I knew I wanted to see Elle in them and set them aside.

Another pair had a Mojud label in them. I knew I'd seen panties with that label and, after a while, realized that I'd seen them when I got a peek in the panty drawer of Julie, the K's daughter. I wondered if one of the pledges has taken them from the clothes line out back. These were exciting because, if they belonged to Julie, I now had a pair and every time I saw her would have an idea of just what she was wearing. Also, they did have some noticeable staining even though they’d just been washed. I had definite plans for them! I know there was another pair that I took a close look at but they didn't have a label. They did have a very different elastic waistband which intrigued me.

It was around this time that I had my first “encounter” with Helga. She’d gotten a job at the Inn, working in the kitchen. It was perfect for both her and her husband. Since they didn’t have kitchen privileges at the K’s, they had to eat somewhere. So, basically, she worked for the meals that they both ate. Since I didn’t spend much time in my room during the day (or night, for that matter) I didn’t see much of her or her husband. I know it was a Friday and I was headed to see Elle after making my deliveries. I’d forgotten something and had to stop at the room to get it. When I went bounding up the stairs I saw Helga standing outside the bathroom with the door closed. I said “Hi” and ran down the hall. With the door open I had a clear view of her and I could see her fidgeting, moving from foot to foot. I walked down the hall and asked who was in the bathroom and she said “Julia”. Julie, the K’s daughter was a cheerleader and at the High School football game on Friday afternoons. I wondered why she was home. I knew that she was a “bathroom hog” so told Helga to pound on the door and tell Julie that she need to get in. As I mentioned before, Helga was very shy. She just smiled meekly at me and then looked away. I figured I had nothing to lose so I knocked loudly on the door. Helga was alarmed by my action so I headed back to my room to get whatever it was that I was looking for.

A little background here... Right from the time I started staying at the house that Fall, I noticed that whenever Helga or her husband would leave the room they would lock the door behind them, even if someone was still in the room. I’ve mentioned that this was a very old house so the latches and lock were external to the door and not mortised into the door itself. The keys were of the skeleton type and the locks were noisy when used. “Clik... KLUNK” was what I’d hear. Sometimes I’d see or hear one or the other of them fumbling, trying to get the key engaged. In the whole year that my old roommate, Bob, and I had lived there we never once locked the door. I couldn’t figure out why the new people were so paranoid.

Back to the situation... Just as I was about to leave my room I saw Helga rushing down the hall towards me. Since the doorway to her room was right there, I had to wait for her to get out of my way to get past. As I stood there watching her jiggling from foot to foot, trying to get the key in the latch, I heard her say something in German in an exasperated tone. Finally the key engaged and she opened the door and darted in, slamming it behind her. I don’t know what made me look down but I did and there was a small puddle. I couldn’t help but smile as I felt a soft bulge start in my pants. As I went down the stairs I remember thinking that Julie’s selfish ways had struck again.

While I’m on the subject of the K’s, when I returned it was also a surprise to me to find that Mrs K had taken a job. The prospect of two kids in college at the same time had hit and they had decided that it was necessary. It was a typical 9 to 5 job at the Town Hall and within easy walking distance. Not that it was important to me but, without her being home all day I didn’t have to worry as much about breaking her rules. I found out, quite by accident, that Helga was allowed to do their wash there. One morning, on my way to class, I followed her down the stairs with a wash basket under her arm. When I saw her walking through the living room I thought it was strange. Then on another day, I had stopped at the room after classes and saw her walking from the back yard with the wash basket with folded clothes in it. I don’t remember how I asked her but she, in broken English, said that Mrs K had told her that she could use their washing machine. Not that I wanted to do my own wash or anything but, after a year of living there and having no access to the K’s house, I felt that it was sort of unfair that she did.

As I mentioned, I didn’t find Helga particularly pretty but, on any given day could be described as cute. I’m not sure why I hadn’t taken any interest in her panties but I really hadn’t. With the door to her room locked at all times and not really seeing her all that much I guess I suppressed it. It wasn’t until after her “accident” in the hall that I even gave it much of a thought. After discovering that her wash was being hung out in the backyard I vowed to make an occasional afternoon stop at the house to check.

BACK ON CAMPUS... Adjusting (Part 37d)

Sometime after the evening meal some (or all) of us would go down town to the Stone Jug and pretty much polish off a pitcher of beer each. Then we’d go back to the fraternity and rouse the pledges and have them do a myriad of nasty things. We were often joined by a lot of the other “brothers” but it was clear that we were now leading the charge. Each of us took a turn in coming up with some sort of ordeal for the pledges to endure including forced marches and scavenger hunts. I was the one who came up with the items for the hunt and, as you can imagine, panties were on the list. You have to realize that these all took place in the dark and usually after 10pm. You also have to realize that we were in a rural area and also that most homes didn’t have clothes dryers. That meant that when clothes were put out on the line to dry and they didn’t, they were left on the line overnight.

I’d tried to scout the area each night, just before dark, looking for more than just a few filled clotheslines. On the night that the pledges were sent on the hunt I truly felt that they would be able to find more than a few. No two lists were the same but over half had panties listed. They had around four hours to find and return the items to the fraternity. It was one of the few “tests” that the pledges undertook without supervision which meant that the “brothers” stayed at the house and partied. Because I was so interested in the results I tempered my drinking so I could make an honest appraisal of their “loot”. As I remember it, each had to bring back about seven or eight items which included such disparate items as pitchforks, wooden pails/buckets, a Packard hood emblem and a street sign.

By the time the pledges started returning most of the other “brothers” had disappeared. As luck would have it, the first to return was the one who I’d bet wouldn’t get all his items. I think I lost $5 which was a huge amount at the time. Over half the guys managed to fill their lists. That mean that they earned an exemption from the forced march that was scheduled the next night that it rained.

Even though the panties were primarily for my pleasure, I found it interesting just how much interest the rest of the “Alliance” and other “brothers” showed in them. I think we got back around 8 0r 9 of them. Some were of no interest as they were humongous and only worth a deriding remark. But there were a few that certainly had interest for me. My problem was in how to pull them out from the rest without drawing attention to myself.

One of the Senior “brothers” had a friend who was a cop. He put a damper on our little party when he told us that we could probably get arrested for theft. I, for one, hadn’t given any thought to that. We decided that we better get the stuff out of the house as quickly as possible. Because I lived downtown they dumped most of the things into my car, including the panties. I didn’t know what I was going to do with the stuff and was particularly concerned about the next morning when daylight would expose a lot of it in the car. I remembered that there was a railroad siding in one part of the town. I drove past it a few times and, after locating the one police car in town parked, as usual, at the edge of town, made straight for the siding. It took me all of about 10 minutes to empty out all the junk except for the panties and some other items clothing. I left them in the trunk and then headed for my room. It was about 3am.

I really wanted to check out the panties. If they hadn’t been damp I might’ve done it at that time. I left them spread out in the trunk to dry, figuring on checking them out in the morning. However, I overslept and, rather than taking a “cut” from class, drove my car up on campus. I knew that it was a “no no” but had been told that there was a place behind one of the maintenance buildings that didn’t get checked all that often. Being late wasn’t good but it was better than a “cut”. I lucked out and didn’t get a parking ticket. Somehow I managed to forget about the panties in the trunk. When classes were over I headed for the farm to pick up my pie deliveries. I still can’t believe I’d forgotten about the panties but it was a real shock when I opened the trunk to put the pies in it. I couldn’t immediately tell if Mrs T had seen them but I started stammering (and perspiring) and tried to block her view. She knew something wasn’t right. I put one pie in and, while holding the other in my left hand, tried to sweep the panties and other clothes aside so she wouldn’t see them. I remember talking a mile a minute and it probably came out as babble. When we’d finished loading as many as I could get into the trunk I slammed it shut. What a relief. Mrs T asked what it was that I was hiding in there and I think I told her that it was clothes that I’d gotten sick in or something like that. She gave me a disapproving look but, thankfully, didn’t pursue it any further. I never did know, for sure, if she’d seen any of the panties.

To be continued...

BACK ON CAMPUS... Adjusting (Part 37c)

It was getting late and I knew we weren’t going to make it back in time for Joanne to help in milking the cows. I also knew it was useless to try and change her mind so we continued on our way. I don’t think she spoke a word the rest of the way back. When we arrived I drove up as close to the house as I could get. I figured she would make a mad dash for the door but she remained in the truck. I’d started unloading some of the apples onto the porch when I heard her father yelling from the milking barn wanting to know where Joanne was. At first I didn’t know what to do. I got along well with her mother but her father always seemed a bit distant. I went to the passenger door window and passed on the “message” to Joanne. I honestly thought that would motivate her to move, but it didn’t. Her father continued to call for her and finally I saw her mother headed our way.

I met her at the back of the truck and told her I thought that Joanne had an “accident” and was too embarrassed to get out of the truck with me there. She went up to the truck door while I continued to move more of the apples. I didn’t see Joanne get out but I did get a glimpse of her walking up to the house with her mother. Even though it was getting dark and Joanne’s coveralls were of dark denim I could see that her whole backside was even darker. Had it been anyone but Joanne I might’ve enjoyed the sight. But I was concerned about her psyche. She’d made such progress since I first met her and I could only hope that this wasn’t a setback.

Mrs T came back outside and asked me to stay for supper. She said it was the least she could do for me after having given up a whole afternoon. At first I thought it wasn’t a good idea, thinking that my staying would put more pressure on Joanne than she already had. But Mrs T persuaded me. She was good at that.

I ended up moving most of the apples down into the root cellar. Joanne never did go out to the milk barn. When I was finished I went into the house to wash my hands and Joanne was there in the kitchen, setting the table for supper. As soon as she saw me I could see her blush as she looked away from me. At that point I wished I’d said “no” but I was already committed.

I was almost as uncomfortable as Joanne when I followed her into the living room. When she saw me she started to turn away. I called her name, probably a little sterner than I should’ve. The look on her face told me that I’d gotten her attention. I really didn’t know what I was going to say. I remember telling her that what had happened, although embarrassing wasn’t “the end of the world” and that I fully understood just how she felt. As soon as I said it I wished I hadn’t. She immediately looked down. We were probably 10 to 12 feet apart at that point. I, more or less, knew that I’d made the situation worse but continued talking. Long story short... I ended up telling her about Elle’s “problem”. On the trip to the orchard I’d told her almost everything, but that, about Elle. My memory of it is that she didn’t believe me at first. The point I remember stressing was that Elle, in spite of her “problem” was living a fairly normal life and that she had let it "get to her". The first thing that Joanne said was something along the lines of “That’s terrible...”. I remember jumping on that and telling her that it wasn’t. I told her that people didn’t judge her on that but accepted it because she was such a nice person. People who cared about her (and I stressed that I certainly did) overlooked it and made their decisions about her based on other more important things. At that time I could see that she had relaxed a bit and continued on. I told her that what had happened in the truck didn’t change anything between us. I told her that it wasn’t her fault and she’d done nothing wrong.

She wasn’t ready to do a dance or anything but clearly she was more at ease with me. I think it was about then that her mother showed up and we joined her in the kitchen. Joanne hadn’t returned to the comfort level that we’d shared in the truck on the way to the orchard but I was satisfied that my talk had helped. I remember thinking that if and when I ever brought Elle to the farm I would have to make sure that Joanne didn’t bring up the subject of Elle’s “problem”.

The fact that I’d been working after classes and living at the racetrack those first few weeks of the semester meant that I really didn’t have a good “read” on the pledges to the fraternity. I’d heard that they really weren’t an impressive group at all. I’ll admit that having heard that I was pretty biased in my first observations of them. The fraternities on campus were put into general categories. There were the “jock” houses who focused on getting the athletes and a couple of “preppie” houses for those who were viewed as being elitist. There were also houses for the “nerds” (now called dorks) or “unibrains”, as we called them. The majority of the houses were considered to be “party” houses and mine fell into that category. What I didn’t realize at first was that after my class had been admitted there was a huge upheaval in the administration. The first thing that was done was to totally restructure the admissions procedure. At the time I applied the college was considered one of the best Liberal Arts schools in the East. Although academics was important, having well rounded students was given almost as much attention. But, starting with the class that was now in their Sophomore year (and were pledges) a whole lot more emphasis was put on academics. The pledge class that I was observing showed it. The group, as a whole, just didn’t seem to have any personality as compared to my class and the guys who were Seniors. We had “characters” galore. After watching the 25 or so pledges go through various hazing exercises I couldn’t find but two or three that left any sort of impression. The rest were sort of "faceless". There were a bunch of us who decided to really “ride” the group and hope that some would just drop out. At that time it was about 3 weeks until “Hell Week” (which included initiation) began. That was the beginning of “The Unholy Alliance”.

To be continued...