I had just had some truly awesome sex with my high school boyfriend (after high school, summer after my freshman year of college) in his basement. We were naked and panting, literally just finished. Suddenly the door opens, and in the .75 seconds it takes for a person to get from the doorway to being able to see the couch:
He shoves his pants under the couch and grabs a sleeping bag and pulls it over himself to pretend he is asleep. I shove my bra and shirt into the couch and pray the rest of my clothing is out of view, and leap across the room behind a large armchair.
His brother comes down, does a load of laundry, and goes back upstairs. It takes about six minutes, an endless eternity where I am buck-naked behind an armchair, praying it isn’t his mother and that whoever it is won’t try to move about the basement because ‘behind a chair’ is a toddler-level hiding place at best.
And! To make things even better, I was on birth control, so we weren’t using condoms — so I’m clutching my lady parts trying to keep from dripping our sexy juices all over the carpet, because they have a black goddamned carpet, optimum for displaying sexy stains!Leave a Comment