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Oh yea, I have! Great story. When I was 18, my old girlfriend's parents lived in a different town about four hours away from us. I had met this girl in my senior year of high school, when she moved to my town to live with her grandfather. We dated for that whole year, but when we graduated, she had to move back home with her parents. I had only known her grandfather as her parent the entire time. So I would have to meet her parents. The first chance I got, I went to visit her and spend the weekend at her parents' house. This girl was the hottest girl I have ever been with, and she had a really strong sex drive; loved to make out all over the place and loved to have sex at the drop of a hat (or should I say at the drop of my pants). But her mom seemed to be a prude. Needless to say, the girl and her mother did not get along very well. When I first arrived at the house though, the parents weren't home. I went in and hung out for a while and it wasn't long before we were starting to get hot for each other. Her cousin was hanging around with us, so to avoid him, we ended up going into the bathroom together. But just as I got her naked and up on the counter top, and started working my dick head into her tight opening, we heard a loud rumble from outside.... Garage door! Oh shit! Mom and dad are home! Run for your pants! So we threw on our clothes, and just as my wood was dying down, I met the parents for the first time. We went through the formalities of intoductions and get-to-know-yas, and hung out for a while. I got the impression the mother was very strict, and more signs of static between her and my girlfriend. We all decided to watch a movie, but mother and daughter had some kind of spat over I can't remember what while we were all seated in the livingroom downstairs. My girl retreated upstairs to her room, and I stayed downstairs with the parents and cousins to continue the movie, but that wouldn't last for long. After a few minutes I caught something out of the corner of my eye at the top of the stairs. I can remember this image so clear to this day. My girlfriend was wearing short jean shorts and a too tiny t-shirt that didn't cover her belly. She was so fit, so tanned, long straight brown hair, so beautiful, oh so sexy. She had slowly krept up to the edge of the stair railing where she could see into the living room where we were sitting, and she was giving me that sexy slow come here jesture with one finger up close to her face. I was the only one who saw her, and I slowly got up, politely left the movie, and went upstairs. We went to the upstairs rec-room and immediately started making out. We were ready to do it right there, but I wasn't too sure about what to do with the parents being there, so I went kind of slow. We were on the couch and all over each other pretty hot and heavy but no clothes came off just yet, and a good thing too, because it was only a matter of minutes before the mom was bursting into the door. "I thought so! I will tell you right now you two! I WILL NOT HAVE ANY OF THIS IN MY HOUSE! I can see right now, I am going to have to keep you two separated. Do you need to go take a cold shower or something?" The rest of the day we stayed in the presence of her mom, and occasionally she would make comments about keeping us apart. "Don't even think about it. Not under my roof" she would say. We were barely able to even touch much for the rest of the day. We snuck a quick kiss and a squeeze if we could get a second out of sight. It was fun because we both knew we were playing the game of risking being caught. Well, by nightfall the parents broke out the booze, and that my friends, is when my fortune began to change. The mom got really into telling stories to the cousin about "the good old days" with his mom and dad, and she got a little carried away with how much she had to drink. She was actually pretty sloshed when some kind of bickering started up between her and the step-dad. The fight escalated quickly to an insane yelling match, the step-dad got way pissed off, and said that he'd had enough. He was going to go spend the night at his parent's house. The mom, weary from battle, stumbled into her bedroom. My girlfriend, her cousin, and I were still in shock from the big fight. We just kept our seats for a while and reflected on what had gone down. After a while, we got up to check on the mom..... out cold on her back and snoring hard. YYYYYYYYYESSSSSSS!!!! The cousin and I went outside to have a cigarette (I've long since quit that bad habbit) and my girl follwed behind to join us shortly therafter. But, she had changed to her night clothes before she came out, nothing but panties and an XXL t-shirt that just barely covered her butt, mmmmmmmhhhhhh-mmmmhhhh!!! The sexual tension had been building all day, and it was almost time to release it. I wanted her so bad I could taste her. My crotch was starting to stir already. Flicked out my cigarette and headed for the door. "Oh my God!!! Who locked the fucking door!?!?" There we were, out in the backyard a little after midnight, none of us with a key, my girl in her panties, no one to call for help, and anyway, this was in the days before cell phones were common. Dammit! We were going to have to knock on the window and wake up drunk mom. The cousin went around the house to wrap on the window, but he came back with no success. My girlfrined wanted to try, so I loaned her my jeans, and she cinched them up tight with the belt (so funny looking, but so cute, lol). Still no luck. What the hell are we going to do now? We were getting pretty desparate until the the cousin came up with a bright idea. He pulled out a bank card and started to jimmie the latch in the door. It wasn't locked by the deadbolt, but just the easy movable lock, and damn sure enough, after a few minutes he was in. Oh what a relief!! I was going to get laid tonight after all. We headed up stairs to the same rec-room as we had been in earlier that day; my girl still wearing my jeans with the cinched up belt, me in my boxers, and the cousin still tagging along. When we got there, my girlfriend took off my jeans and handed them back to me. "Thanks". I thought we would have to ditch the cousing first, but as soon as I started the motion to put one leg into my pants my girlfriend purred, "why are you putting those back on?" "Uh-oh" said the cousin. "I'm outa here." and scram, he was gone. Alone on the couch at last. "Oh baby, you don't know how bad all this waiting and teasing with you has got me turned on. Oh, I want you so bad......" That was the best sex ever in my life. We were both so turned on by the almost making it and then waiting all day multiplyed by the sneaky scared-to-get-caught aspect. We both knew we were "being bad." Damn it was so hot. The first time I came was very early. I was making long hard strokes and she was really into it. We were in that sweet rythm together; really nailing her good and deep, and you know what I was thinking about??? Her mom. No, no, no! LOL!! Not as in screwing her mom, but I was thinking about her catching us right in this spot earlier that day, and how much she didn't want me doing what I was doing right now, right here on this very couch where she had been bitching at us just a few hours ago. "And look at me now.... fucking your sexy little daughter's brains out, right here on your couch, right 'under your roof', right under your nose, and you can't catch me. She's loving what you don't want her to have. I've got her moaning on my cock and you can't hear a sound." We were being so bad and it was so good to me that I came almost that very instant as the thoughts were going through my head. But I didn't even need a break before I was ready for more. God I loved that night. Oh I loved that girl. We eventually made our way to our own rooms later that night; she to her bedroom and me to the guestroom at the far end of the house, where her mother checked on us in the morning. As far as I know, ol' drunk mom never knew a thing (we made sure to clean up the stains off the black cloth couch).
Our relationship didn't last very much longer after that weekend. The distance was too far, for a poor young man, and our live's courses were both changing after graduating high school anyway. I still keep up with her though, and we are still pretty good friends. There never was a "break up", just a "drift apart". I like it that way.
Would love to reacreate that anticipation and tension and feeling again. But all of that was toatally natural and unintentional. And anyway, that was the last time I ever had to worry about a girl's parents playing keep-away. |
