ok...so, this was year ago, when i was dating a girl back in high school. we just started doin the whole sex thing, so, logically, we wanted to do everything possible.
so were doing wutevr'z in her room, and the girl makes the righteous decision to migrate to her parents room. i agree to these unorthodox circumstances as a means to hopefully increase the excitement of the experience.
so we keep on keepin on, lord knows im enjoying it because this bed is just the perfect height that i can leisurely do my thing without much uncomfort.
then, the front door opens. automatic freakout, as you can imagine. but, i figure, this kind of this couldnt possibly happen, because my life is not a movie.
however, my optimistic thoughts prove to be false when we hear the familiar voice of her father downstairs, and my girlfriend, the thoughtful gal that she was, bolts, telling me to stay in HER PARENTS ROOM, to await further instruction by her.
naturally, her dad climbs the stairs to his own room, and just as he reaches the top, i hear footsteps scampering out of the room across the hall, her room. meanwhile, im standing, completely unclothed with nothing to conceal myself, holding desperately to the door handle like my effort to keep it closes will help avoid suspicion that perhaps we WERENT having sex in their bedroom.
so after some discussion, most of which i didnt quite get because of the sheer terror that i was experiencing behind that door, i heard a small chuckle, and a descent down the stairs. my stomach in my throat, i hear a soft voice behind the door letting me know that i managed to dodge a bullet and i am in fact not to be murdered for having sex with her father's 16 year old daugher.
needless to say, it took me a good 4 hours to recover, and i could never look at her father with any sense of dignity again.
that one sticks out in my mind.
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