*For more than a year, ominous rumors have been privately circulating among high level* gossipers at my high school. Everyone mentioned below is 18 or has recently turned 19 years old. Except Sylvia’s mom who is in her late 40s. [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l4ekgz/dr_sylvia_or_how_i_learned_to_stop_worrying_and/) is about the very first time Sylvia and I hooked up. [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l4wnxx/dr_sylvia_or_how_i_learned_to_stop_worrying_and/) details our second encounter.
Things have been friendly but only platonic between Sylvia and myself since that April evening in her den. She isn’t dating someone who’s not me, so that’s good. But I’ve been wanting more benefits to go with our friendship for almost 2 months now. And I’ll find out she feels the same way when my parents leave town during June of our senior year. It’s finally my turn to host some debauchery. I gather together 2 flats of tallboys, 2 packs of Camel wides, a half ounce of weed, and a handle of vodka… *shoot, a fella could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all that stuff*. Between the twenty-odd people I invited on this Saturday afternoon, these basic supplies last less than 8 hours.