Open the box.

Your curiosity peaked; you push aside the silk, sheer and frilly contents of Ellen’s underwear drawer, and pull out the box, resting it on the top of the dresser. Pushing in the drawer, you push the hasp open with your thumb, and open the box. You let out a low whistle as the contents of the box are revealed. Inside are several sex toys of various types.

First to catch you eye are two large, silver balls, picking one of them up its heavy in your hand, like a ball bearing, you note that its about the same diameter as a half dollar. Returning it to the box, it makes a metallic clacking noise as it bumps against its mate in the box. Next to the silver balls, you see a bright red blue colored vibrator, roughly nine inches in length. It too looks metallic in appearance, having a chrome finish. However after tracing your fingers across it, you can tell its plastic.

You pause and imagine Ellen using the blue phallus to pleasure herself, pumping it in and out of her wet pussy, as she moans with pleasure. Your cock twitches in your pants, and you are filled with a mix of renewed arousal, and apprehension at Ellen’s return. Before closing the box you also see a short, squat butt plug, and a vibrating egg as well. You can also see several pieces of folded paper on the bottom of the box, and what appear to be two or three photographs underneath the toys. Unfortunatly you can't get a good look at them, and don't want to risk looking at them right now. Shutting the lid, and replacing the hasp, carefully you push Ellen’s bras and panties aside, and return the box to its former location, placing the underwear, stockings and pantyhose back over the top of it. Closing the dresser drawer, you sit back down on the bed.

You’re a bit surprised. Ellen is not the type of girl you’d expect to have such a selection of sex toys. In your mind a vibrator alone wouldn’t be surprising, but Ellen seemed to have quite a little collection. It really wasn’t the sort of thing people discussed however. After all, Ellen was always supposedly one of the “good” girls in high school. The toys likely helped her stay good. You wondered what was on the slips of paper at the bottom of the box. Letters, pictures, drawings? It was too late to check, and you already felt a little bit guilty violating Ellen’s privacy.

Getting up, and walking over to the door, you grab the knob and swing the door open a few feet. Listening for a few moments you don’t hear anything and then think you can hear footsteps on the stairs down the hall. Shutting the door, you move back to Ellen’s dresser. Now you’re really curious. Should you restrain your curiosity, after all, Ellen might be back at any moment with Amy or should you look at the papers in the box, or you see what you might find one of the other two drawers?

As you consider your options the phone rings.