Pandora's Box

This story starts here.

Tammy and I had been leading each other down a road of sexual discovery. For the most part, she served as guide, though she, too, was still a virgin. We shared a sexual fantasy journal that we wrote in a standard spiral bound notebook. She’d write one scene, perhaps that took place in an elevator, then she’d pass the book to me in the hallway at school and I’d write the next scene. She never failed to shock me – pushing the envelope further and further with each sexual escapade – until she finally described a scene where a woman was having sex with a bedpost. One of the nuns at our school discovered and confiscated our special book during one of our hallway rendezvous. I’m amazed we didn’t get any flack from that, though perhaps that teacher enjoyed keeping the readings for herself. ;-)

The sexual tension between Tammy and me climaxed with our stories. Things couldn’t comfortably progress any further due to the context of our Catholic school setting and our own somewhat limited imaginations.

The momentum of our sexual discovery finally found a hole to burst out through…

(to be continued)