Anonymous
Thu, 13 Dec 01, 6:10 AM
I'm sorry it's taken so long to get back here to continue. One of the things that had prompted the original post was rediscovering my "memories box" and the diaries within. Before continuing I wanted to read some more of the entries and ended up finding my self totally absorbed. I found myself moved to try and reconnect with my freshman roomie (and suitemate) Nancy and spent the weekend tracking her down. That matter resoved (happily), I'm ready to continue. One other note though.... I did find mention of a few other wettings that I had completely forgotten about. I'll return to them at a future date.
As I left the previous post, I had attempted to find out more about Maggie and her wettings but was unsuccessful. Not wanting to antagonize her I backed off, waiting for her the "someday" she'd promised to share with me. I went into a more covert mode. I'd never peeked into anybody's personal things in my life but the temptation in this case was too much. One morning I feigned forgetting some materials needed for class and returned to the sorority. I was shaking as I approached her dresser. I found her panties and shouldn't have been surprised at the quanity but I was. There were at least (to my best rememberance) 4 piles of neatly folded panties, all cotton. As I'd mentioned, Maggie was a big girl but when I pulled a pair out to inspect, was somewhat surprised at how much larger than mine they actually were. But the most noticable thing was the color of the crotch area. It had a definite yellowish color. I looked through the piles trying to find a pair that looked newer (all our white clothes had taken on a greyish color since we'd started washing out clothes at the sorority) to see if even they had taken on this new hue. I found two pair and, now concerned that someone might come looking for me, hurriedly opened them up. Although not as noticable, the eveidence was there. The one mistake I made was in not being careful as to how I folded the panties before returning them to the drawer.
As I'd previously mentioned, Maggie would get up at 5 to shower and dress in private. She'd return to the room and then read while lying on her bed as she waited for the rest of us to awake. The morning after my "raid" she left the room and didn't return. It was probabaly a week before she talked to or with any of us. The others were puzzled but I was pretty sure why she'd turned her back on us. It did pass though.
I had also made some abortive attempts to check out her dirty wash bag but had always chickened out.
Another thing I started doing was to check the wash lines in the basement. It wasn't that she was the olny "big" girl in the house because she wasn't. But she was the only one wearing this particular type and brand of cotton panty. I'd go down to check on the number of pants on the line. I discovered, quite by accident, that there were sometimes two to four pair hanging by themselves on days other than our assigned wash day. That explained why there hadn't been as many on our wash day. The one thing I hadn't discovered was what happened to the 'sanitary panties". I never saw them on the lines and hadn't seen any evidence of them in the room. I was puzzled on that matter.
The "breakthrough" came at the sorority picnic.
In this year it was being held at a state park that was open to the public and, as such, alcohol was allowed. Most of the girls invited their boyfriends or, at least a date. Maggie had dated, briefly, a boy from her hometown. By the time of the picnic they had broken up. I had, for all intents and purposes, been stood up. We were, I think< the unly unattached females there. Even the housemother had an escort! Because we had to travel a fair distance to get to the park, the chioce sites were taken when we arrived. We wanted an area large enough where we'd be able to play some games and, as it turned out, we ended up about as far from the public facilities as we could be. At the time we arrived it wasn't really an issue. A few hours and many beers later, it became somewhat of a problem for some of the others. Maggie, and, to a great extent, I were not into drinking just for the sake of drinking. I think I'd probably chosen gasoline rather than beer at that point in time. We'd gravitated together shortly after arriving. As the discomfort level started to rise among some of the others, I noticed the same sort of smile on Maggie's face as I'd seen that day when I'd wet my pants in the snow. At first it was more complaining about the distance to the facilities rather than any immediate problem. As the afternoon progressed, that changed. A touch football game had been in progress for a while when it was the girls called a time out for the bathrooms. Of course the guys gave them a hard time about it but, as the girls started off, any number of them followed along. When the game restarted, the guys made it clear there were to be no more "time-outs". The first "casualty" was a girl (Stephanie) who'd been my "big sister" when I'd pledged the sorority. She came off the field calling for someone, anyone, to take her place. After sitting on the ground for a short while she started off for the facilities. Maggie suddenly "decided" she had to go as well and encouraged me to go with her. She deftly made sure Stephie didn't think we were following her so we were quite a distance behind her. She stopped a few times but finally made it, without damage. I swear Maggie was disappointed. But what was interesting was that Maggie never used the toilets while we were there. She made small talk, I think hoping some of the others would follow along. About 10 minutes later we saw a girl we called Piglet making her way over. When she saw the two of us she turned and started walking towards the waterfalls. As we watched her walking that way Maggie tugged on my arm and we took off following her.
I have no idea why I didn't use the toilets while we were there. The only rerason I can come up with now is that I was waiting for Maggie....and that didn't happen. We walked for about 15 minutes, always a good distance behind "Piglet". The path followed the stream that came from the waterfall. As we made a bend in the path we saw "Piglet" standing in the stream, about up to her knees. There was noone coming from the other direction and I don't think anybody was behind us. We stopped and watched and, if "Piglet" hadn't looked between her legs, I don't think we would have known what she'd just done. Maggie was almost giddy. I was in agony. I said something probaly along the lines of "did she just do what I think she just did?" Maggie just nodded her head up and down. By then "Piglet" had made her way out of the water and had continued on towards the falls. It was my turn. I touched Maggie on the arm and announced that I was going to do the same because there was no way I was going to be able to make it back. It was then that i asked Maggie if she didn't have to go. Again, I got this look of serenity as she said that she'd just peed. By then I was bouncing up and down. Maggie looked at me and gave me what could almost be construed as an order "Squat down....quick!". I responded and as soon as I did I could feel the warmth rushing up my backsides before I could feel the splashes on my bare feet and and my ankles. Maggie had joined me, now squatting in front of me and was staring between my legs. I felt useasy, even awkward so I did the same, trying to see if she had any wetness between her legs. To my dismay, nothing. When I finished and stood up I knew there was no way I was walking around like that. I headed for the stream and, once in up to my kneess, pretended to fall. The water was cold! VERY COLD. But it was better than the embarassment that I would have had to endure on the walk back.
To Bew continued.... (sorry...I have an appointment.)
As I left the previous post, I had attempted to find out more about Maggie and her wettings but was unsuccessful. Not wanting to antagonize her I backed off, waiting for her the "someday" she'd promised to share with me. I went into a more covert mode. I'd never peeked into anybody's personal things in my life but the temptation in this case was too much. One morning I feigned forgetting some materials needed for class and returned to the sorority. I was shaking as I approached her dresser. I found her panties and shouldn't have been surprised at the quanity but I was. There were at least (to my best rememberance) 4 piles of neatly folded panties, all cotton. As I'd mentioned, Maggie was a big girl but when I pulled a pair out to inspect, was somewhat surprised at how much larger than mine they actually were. But the most noticable thing was the color of the crotch area. It had a definite yellowish color. I looked through the piles trying to find a pair that looked newer (all our white clothes had taken on a greyish color since we'd started washing out clothes at the sorority) to see if even they had taken on this new hue. I found two pair and, now concerned that someone might come looking for me, hurriedly opened them up. Although not as noticable, the eveidence was there. The one mistake I made was in not being careful as to how I folded the panties before returning them to the drawer.
As I'd previously mentioned, Maggie would get up at 5 to shower and dress in private. She'd return to the room and then read while lying on her bed as she waited for the rest of us to awake. The morning after my "raid" she left the room and didn't return. It was probabaly a week before she talked to or with any of us. The others were puzzled but I was pretty sure why she'd turned her back on us. It did pass though.
I had also made some abortive attempts to check out her dirty wash bag but had always chickened out.
Another thing I started doing was to check the wash lines in the basement. It wasn't that she was the olny "big" girl in the house because she wasn't. But she was the only one wearing this particular type and brand of cotton panty. I'd go down to check on the number of pants on the line. I discovered, quite by accident, that there were sometimes two to four pair hanging by themselves on days other than our assigned wash day. That explained why there hadn't been as many on our wash day. The one thing I hadn't discovered was what happened to the 'sanitary panties". I never saw them on the lines and hadn't seen any evidence of them in the room. I was puzzled on that matter.
The "breakthrough" came at the sorority picnic.
In this year it was being held at a state park that was open to the public and, as such, alcohol was allowed. Most of the girls invited their boyfriends or, at least a date. Maggie had dated, briefly, a boy from her hometown. By the time of the picnic they had broken up. I had, for all intents and purposes, been stood up. We were, I think< the unly unattached females there. Even the housemother had an escort! Because we had to travel a fair distance to get to the park, the chioce sites were taken when we arrived. We wanted an area large enough where we'd be able to play some games and, as it turned out, we ended up about as far from the public facilities as we could be. At the time we arrived it wasn't really an issue. A few hours and many beers later, it became somewhat of a problem for some of the others. Maggie, and, to a great extent, I were not into drinking just for the sake of drinking. I think I'd probably chosen gasoline rather than beer at that point in time. We'd gravitated together shortly after arriving. As the discomfort level started to rise among some of the others, I noticed the same sort of smile on Maggie's face as I'd seen that day when I'd wet my pants in the snow. At first it was more complaining about the distance to the facilities rather than any immediate problem. As the afternoon progressed, that changed. A touch football game had been in progress for a while when it was the girls called a time out for the bathrooms. Of course the guys gave them a hard time about it but, as the girls started off, any number of them followed along. When the game restarted, the guys made it clear there were to be no more "time-outs". The first "casualty" was a girl (Stephanie) who'd been my "big sister" when I'd pledged the sorority. She came off the field calling for someone, anyone, to take her place. After sitting on the ground for a short while she started off for the facilities. Maggie suddenly "decided" she had to go as well and encouraged me to go with her. She deftly made sure Stephie didn't think we were following her so we were quite a distance behind her. She stopped a few times but finally made it, without damage. I swear Maggie was disappointed. But what was interesting was that Maggie never used the toilets while we were there. She made small talk, I think hoping some of the others would follow along. About 10 minutes later we saw a girl we called Piglet making her way over. When she saw the two of us she turned and started walking towards the waterfalls. As we watched her walking that way Maggie tugged on my arm and we took off following her.
I have no idea why I didn't use the toilets while we were there. The only rerason I can come up with now is that I was waiting for Maggie....and that didn't happen. We walked for about 15 minutes, always a good distance behind "Piglet". The path followed the stream that came from the waterfall. As we made a bend in the path we saw "Piglet" standing in the stream, about up to her knees. There was noone coming from the other direction and I don't think anybody was behind us. We stopped and watched and, if "Piglet" hadn't looked between her legs, I don't think we would have known what she'd just done. Maggie was almost giddy. I was in agony. I said something probaly along the lines of "did she just do what I think she just did?" Maggie just nodded her head up and down. By then "Piglet" had made her way out of the water and had continued on towards the falls. It was my turn. I touched Maggie on the arm and announced that I was going to do the same because there was no way I was going to be able to make it back. It was then that i asked Maggie if she didn't have to go. Again, I got this look of serenity as she said that she'd just peed. By then I was bouncing up and down. Maggie looked at me and gave me what could almost be construed as an order "Squat down....quick!". I responded and as soon as I did I could feel the warmth rushing up my backsides before I could feel the splashes on my bare feet and and my ankles. Maggie had joined me, now squatting in front of me and was staring between my legs. I felt useasy, even awkward so I did the same, trying to see if she had any wetness between her legs. To my dismay, nothing. When I finished and stood up I knew there was no way I was walking around like that. I headed for the stream and, once in up to my kneess, pretended to fall. The water was cold! VERY COLD. But it was better than the embarassment that I would have had to endure on the walk back.
To Bew continued.... (sorry...I have an appointment.)