Can't top that!
The only one I have is tame by comparison. Dated a girl in high school whose parents raised her Southern Baptist - hard core. I put in the time and slowly broke down the defenses - it was worth it, as she had the best body of any woman I have ever been with. Being perfectly normal, idiotic teenagers, we decide the best place to try our first time is upstairs at her house in the F.R.O.G. - which connects directly to the kitchen, where her mom spends most of her time (great cook!)
We are on the couch, her straddling me, my pants around my ankles, her panties on the floor, her skirt hiked up to her waist. We're working on the insertion part - which is not going well as it's her first time - when her mom calls for her up the stairs. It was one of those dead silences, which last too long. Are steps being climbed? Too scared to move. Deer meets headlights.......Like porno ninjas, we struggle to get our clothes on in 2.5 seconds and she goes and tends to her mom, flush with embarrassment. I stayed up there and reacquainted myself with acknowledging God's mercy.
I think back on it and know good and well her mom could have just as easily climbed the 12 stairs to the room to check on us without us knowing. We were REALLY concentrating. It would have been very...very...bad - perhaps even shotgun bad. Every time I think of this event, I shake and cringe at what could have been.
For the record, we dated for 4 years after that - and that part of the relationship was truly great. I still see her around town. She's still got that body.
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