Pandora's Box

Alex and I were sitting in a room full of people watching The Hunger and Angel Heart on tv. I should preface this story by explaining that Alex and I had both recently come out to ourselves, to each other and to the world as gay. Well, he came out as gay, and I came out as liking girls.

we were so young then
we thought that everything we could possibly do was right

Alex leaned in close to me during the movies, seemingly absent-mindedly tickling my arms. I froze from the pleasure of the tickling, as I still do to this day (well, THAT kind of tickling anyway).

You should’ve left the light on
You should’ve left the light on

Then he moved ever so slowly, closer and closer to my breasts. I felt this incredible pleasure from the tickling that then started to blend with unexpected sexual excitement. Considering our recent discoveries about ourselves, this was REALLY unexpected. But I didn’t stop him and he continued without consideration for anyone in the room who may have been watching. The potential for getting caught by our friends made it all the more thrilling for me. How confused would they be if they turned and saw their gay male friend caressing their lesbian friend’s breasts?

Then I wouldn't have tried
And you'd never have known

On a previous occasion, I had teased him - along with some other girl friends – and chased him around trying to take his clothes off. It was all in playful fun, but somehow felt less confusing than this recent branching out into the breast arena.
Alex got me incredibly aroused by caressing my breasts, but I didn’t know what to do with it. For one, we were in a room full of people and secondly, we were both supposedly 100% gay – at least in my mind we were; I don’t know how Alex truly identified himself.

About a week later, Alex came over to my parents’ house, so I could help him write a paper for school. He did all of the content and I edited, cleaning up the language and making it flow. It was a very powerful experience, writing together. Knowing how much I adore writing, I almost drool thinking about having a writing relationship like that again. But anyway, somehow I ended up sitting behind him, straddling him in the seat as he typed into my parents’ computer.

And I wouldn't have pulled you tighter
No, I wouldn't have pulled you close

Sitting there, I got an irresistible desire to torture him by arousing him sexually the way that he’d done to me – thinking I’d get him back for his earlier torture of me. He had gotten me so aroused and so confused. I felt it was only fair for him to be equally aroused and equally confused. So I started tickling his torso as we wrote together.

(to be continued)

[NOTE: So, here is your sex scene. Don't worry; this story only has 3 parts. And for those that don't recognize the lyrics, they're by Sinead O'Connor. Music / prose mix inspired by FRA.)