Monday, May 16, 2005
Opening Pandora's Box #7
This story starts here.
After a few minutes of unsuccessful attempts, Steve got up and abruptly left the room while I put my pants and shoes back on.
I sat on his bed for another minute, not sure what I was suppose to do. Eventually, I walked slowly into the hall where Steve, Tammy and Jack were. Steve and Tammy were talking, so Jack led me back into the den.
The naive conclusion that Steve was interested in me at all felt good, and I tried to bury the humiliation. Steve had told Tammy that I’d been too tight and that’s why it hadn’t worked. It would be at least another year until I’d learn how sex worked, and a little over a year before I would instruct Steve on how to do it right (but that's another story, so to get back to this story...)
This all had happened on a Saturday.
The following Monday, I arrived late to school after an orthodontist appointment. When I arrived, several of my classmates immediately started making remarks and asking questions about my sexual experience over the weekend. Tammie had told the entire class that I’d had sex with Steve. The attention was kind of nice for the first five minutes; I’d always been a bit of a wallflower before. But I quickly realized that my friends and acquaintances had started avoiding me. The isolation was very painful.
Questionably worse than being ostracized by my peers, the nuns heard the rumors as well. I was called into the principal’s office.
“I think you know why you’re here,” Sister Ann, our principal, began. “The rumors have made their way back to me." She wouldn't say what she'd heard. The rumors were too unchaste for her virginal mouth.
After a long pause, she continued.
"I want you to call your mother and tell her what you did.”
(to be continued)
After a few minutes of unsuccessful attempts, Steve got up and abruptly left the room while I put my pants and shoes back on.
I sat on his bed for another minute, not sure what I was suppose to do. Eventually, I walked slowly into the hall where Steve, Tammy and Jack were. Steve and Tammy were talking, so Jack led me back into the den.
The naive conclusion that Steve was interested in me at all felt good, and I tried to bury the humiliation. Steve had told Tammy that I’d been too tight and that’s why it hadn’t worked. It would be at least another year until I’d learn how sex worked, and a little over a year before I would instruct Steve on how to do it right (but that's another story, so to get back to this story...)
This all had happened on a Saturday.
The following Monday, I arrived late to school after an orthodontist appointment. When I arrived, several of my classmates immediately started making remarks and asking questions about my sexual experience over the weekend. Tammie had told the entire class that I’d had sex with Steve. The attention was kind of nice for the first five minutes; I’d always been a bit of a wallflower before. But I quickly realized that my friends and acquaintances had started avoiding me. The isolation was very painful.
Questionably worse than being ostracized by my peers, the nuns heard the rumors as well. I was called into the principal’s office.
“I think you know why you’re here,” Sister Ann, our principal, began. “The rumors have made their way back to me." She wouldn't say what she'd heard. The rumors were too unchaste for her virginal mouth.
After a long pause, she continued.
"I want you to call your mother and tell her what you did.”
(to be continued)
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