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Wow! The stories I could tell. Let’s see, we’ll start with a common one ex-wife and I having adult time and 3yo daughter walks in “Mommy why are you sitting on Daddy’s face” 🤣 How about in college, driving 2hrs to specifically have sex in the Pittsburgh airport parking garage in the back of my 88 Dodge Daytona Shelby. Security patrol drove by as we were getting back in the front seats. Maybe as a kid who liked fire, walking back through our yard to feed my dog flicking lit matches and one landing in the dried weeds “woosh!” queue dumping the 5gal bucket of the dog’s water on the flames then running to pull the garden hose on the back of the garage as close as possible to put out the fire and raking the dead unburned weeds to disguise the burnt area.
She was getting close so I wasn’t going to stop unless it was actually a Ranger or a Boy Scout troop (which is a different story). She was a party girl but not brave enough to invite others lol
@Lola
It was a mall parking lot outside the movie theater…we parked out across the street from business building…
The “walk of shame” in front of the mall cop and business building spectators was intolerable….but makes me laugh 😂Bill!! 😂😂 So basically you’ve been narrowly escaping disaster your entire life. Setting the yard on fire as a kid, airport parking garage shenanigans in college, and then getting busted by a three year old in possibly the most compromising position imaginable. 😂
I’m starting to think trouble doesn’t find you, sir. You make reservations. 😏😘
@foldart 😎
Ahhh, so basically the footsteps were noted, the risk was assessed…and you decided she had more important business to finish. I can respect the commitment.😉
Ohhhh that’s even better. 😂 It’s not the mall cop…it’s having to walk back to your car wondering just how many people behind those windows had been enjoying the show. 👀😂 I’d have been VERY interested in the ground beneath my feet.😳
I respectfully decline to answer on the grounds that it may incriminate me 😉
Early in undergrad I went to a movie theater with a girl I’d only met a couple of times. Decided to actually hang out and see if we had any connection. We picked some movie that had been out for a couple weeks in the middle of the week so the theater was entirely empty. Get there early, talk for a little through the ads and previews then I guess we found that connection. We start making out and she eventually climbs on top of me, shirt lifted pants unbuttoned when I finally notice there’s now several people scattered around the theater. Eyes at our feet, hoodies up as we embarrassingly make our exit and finish what we started at a nearby park.
Thanks for the nasty topic @lolamayi12345,
I did however, feel the urge to admit to getting caught.This has definitely been a reminiscence of my youth and I tried to keep it short but this is the best I could do in order to keep the prominence of the event intact.
I remember the smell of damp earth and crushed grass that afternoon in the gully behind the school gym where I used to hide away in the narrow trench of wild ferns and discarded cigarette butts as it’s where the year eleven kids used to go to pretend they were adults. I was just fourteen and still in the awkward stage where my voice cracked mid-sentence and my limbs felt like they belonged to someone else.
When one day, a girl in her final year with long mousey hair that caught the light like a shimmer come and sat down to find me sitting alone after a particularly brutal PE lesson where once again I’d been picked last for football. She shuffled up to sit beside me, offered me a drink and told me I had nice eyes. That was all it took. I was a boy drowning in his own skin and she was the first person who’d ever looked at me like I might become something worth seeing.
Our conversations were clumsy, punctuated by long silences that felt heavier than words. She talked about her plans to move to London after she left school and about a boy in her art class who kept drawing her hands. I talked about video games I played and teachers I hated.
The air was thick with the threat of summer rain and the ferns around us seemed to hold their breath. She’d been quiet for a little while, daydreaming whilst her fingers were tracing patterns in the dirt between her knees. When she finally out of the blue asked “Have you ever kissed anyone?”.
The question landed like a stone in still water as I shook my head and feeling ashamed of how young I suddenly felt.
She leaned closer, close enough for me to smell her perfume which was somewhat floral. Her hand found my jaw and with her thumb tracing the line of my cheekbone, she muttered “I want to be your first”.What happened next felt inevitable, like a wave I’d been standing in front of for weeks. She kissed me with a confidence I could only marvel at, her lips soft and tasting of the mint gum she’d been chewing.
Her hands moved to my shoulders then down my chest and I followed her lead like a dancer who didn’t know the steps but trusted his partner completely.
The world narrowed to the heat of her skin, sound of her breath catching and the way her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt as she guided my hand to the waistband of her skirt and I felt the fabric give way beneath my clumsy fingers.Her knickers of plain white cotton, nothing special about them but the sight of them pooling around her ankles made my heart hammer against my ribs.
She pulled her shirt aside and her left breast emerged pale and perfect in the afternoon light. I touched it like I was handling something sacred with my palm cupping its weight while she let out a shuddering breath. Her hand was at my belt and started unbuckling it with a practiced ease that made me feel younger and older all at once.“I want to remember this” she whispered.
I didn’t know how to respond to that. I just knew that her body against mine felt like the only real thing in a world of homework, school assemblies and parents who looked through me.
Then the footsteps came.
They were heavy, deliberate and crunching through the dry leaves that carpeted the gully’s edge. We froze like rabbits in headlights of teenage desperation after being caught in the line of the deputy head’s disapproving gaze.
He stood at the top of the slope, his tweed jacket straining across his broad shoulders and his face a mask of professional disappointment. He’d been at the school for many years and I could see in his eyes that he’d seen versions of this scene a hundred times before but that didn’t make it any less devastating.
His voice was flat, devoid of surprise. “I think we need to have a conversation.”
Rachel’s hands moved with admirable speed, pulling her bra back into place, yanking her skirt up and her knickers disappearing into her pocket. I stood frozen with my belt still undone and my shirt hanging open like an admission of guilt. The walk back to the school felt like a death march with his footsteps behind us a metronome counting down to disaster.
He made us sit in separate rooms while he called our parents. I sat in the head teacher’s office staring at a poster about career options and wondered if there was a job category for “boy who ruined his life before he turned fifteen.” Whilst the clock on the wall ticked with agonising slowness, each second a small step closer to death.
My mother arrived first, straight from work and still wearing her pastel-blue uniform when she walked through the door, her face was unreadable, which terrified me more than anger would have.
The teacher did all the talking as he stood behind his desk, his hands clasped behind his back whilst delivering his verdict with the gravity of a judge passing sentence. “Your son was found in an inappropriate situation with a Year 11 pupil. There was partial undress involved. This is a serious breach of school conduct and we’re considering disciplinary action that could include suspension”.
My mother listened, nodded at the appropriate moments and then asked one question: “Was she forcing him?”. The teacher blinked before retorting “I beg your pardon?”. My mother repeated “Was my son forcing her? Was there any coercion?” to which he stuttered “No, but that’s not…” and before he could finish his sentence, my mother sternly asked, “Then what exactly is the problem?”.
The room went silent enough I could hear the radiator clicking and the distant sound of a football game on the field. The teachers face reddened at the edges.
“The problem is that your son was found in a state of undress with a student two years his senior on school grounds during school hours. This is entirely inappropriate.”My mother looked at me then and I braced for the explosion but instead, she laughed. It wasn’t a nervous laugh or a bitter one but a genuine, full-throated amusement that filled the room and made the teacher take a step backward.
“Oh, for goodness’ sake,” she said, wiping her eyes. “They’re only young once. They’ll learn after being caught.”The teachers mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. “This is a serious matter. Your son’s behaviour” and before he could finish, my mother chimed in with “Is exactly what I’d expect from a fourteen-year-old boy with a pretty girl paying him attention.” She crossed her arms with her tone shifting from amused to firm. “Look, I’m not saying what they did was smart but you’re acting like they committed a crime. They’re teenagers and Teenagers do stupid things. You catch them, you tell them it’s stupid, and they learn. That’s how it works.”
The door opened and Rachel’s parents entered, her father in a suit that looked too tight, her mother clutching a handbag like a shield. They’d clearly been given a different version of events, because her father’s face was already dark with rage, “Where is she?” he demanded. “Where’s my daughter?”
“In the other room” the teacher replied and went on to assure him that she was safe. “Safe?” The man’s voice cracked. “She’s sixteen years old. She’s supposed to be studying for her exams, not, not, ” He gestured vaguely in my direction as if I were the source of all corruption.
My mother stepped forward. “I think we all need to calm down.”
“Calm down? Your son” he raged. “Is a child. Same as yours. They made a mistake. Let’s deal with it like adults instead of acting like this is the end of the world.” as my mother finished his sentence.
The two of them stared at each other in a standoff when Rachel’s mother started crying silently with tears tracking down her powdered cheeks. I wanted to disappear into the carpet.
The meeting went on for another hour. There were threats of suspension, of police involvement and of mandatory counselling. My mother held her ground and neither defending nor condemning me but refusing to let the situation spiral into something more dramatic than it was. Eventually, a compromise was reached where I would be on probation for the remainder of the term and Rachel would be moved to a different form group to minimise contact.
As we walked home, I braced for the lecture I knew was coming but my mother just sighed and asked, “Was she worth it?”
I thought about Rachel and her careful hands and the way she’d said she wanted to remember me. “I don’t know” I muttered.
My mother laughed again, softer this time and said “You will. That’s the thing about being caught. It teaches you what you’re willing to risk and whether it was worth the price.”
The deputy head never looked at me the same way and my mother never brought it up again, however, I learned just like she said I would.
I learned that the most dangerous thing in the world isn’t the getting caught but it’s getting caught and realising that you’d do it all over again, just for the chance to feel that alive.
# Names have been changed and quotes are as I remember them and may have been worded slightly differently at the time.
I had stopped by my abf friend’s office to say hi. We ended up with less clothing on when someone walked in the front entryway, and we realized the door was left unlocked.
Luckily they just called out to announce the delivery and left. It would’ve been really awkward if they’d needed a signature.Stardate: 2024ish
Location: Ohio state park, third rock from the Sun.
It was a fine early fall afternoon. My breast friend and I were enjoying each other as sucklers do. A blanket to lay on. A pillow for propping. A light throw for modesty, if needed. She was very alert for passersby. Even though we were up by the tree line with a fine panorama of the lake, she was concerned that others might notice our activities. A family pulled up to the picnic area. We shifted to high alert. It turned out to be a false alarm. No one ventured our direction. Suckling resumed. A little softer which was more to her liking. An afternoon of blissful pleasures. 🤗😘Well….my ex and I were in the middle of a MMF threesome (my buddy and I stayed apart from each other! Haha). This was in the late hours of a winding down party. Her good friend (girl) knocked on the door and knew what was going on then kept knocking and trying to get in! Looking back I really wish we had but we just kept going like it never happened. All that said, we were most definitely caught!
One beautiful night my then girl friend and I walked out to Pebble Beach Golf Links. The moon was full but you could see the stars in the dark sky. The sea fog was patchy and seemed to hug the coastal granite rocks. I packed a thick blanket and I walked her out to Arrowhead Point which is like an island peninsula, surrounded by the crashing Pacific Ocean. I laid the blanket down in a deep, soft sandy bunker. I sat down with my back supported by the curvature of the ascending bunker face and she sat straddling me. She immediately unbuttoned her blouse and pulled down her bra to reveal her beautiful breasts which where positioned in front of my face, at a perfect hight for my mouth. Up to this point in my life I had never suckled so passionately before. Messaging her breasts and body while suckling for around 2 hours. It was pure bliss 🙂 We ended up having sex twice that night and we both took the long walk back to the car with an euphoric aura surrounding us.
Cass! I’m dying at the fact that you started with an EMPTY theater and somehow didn’t notice an audience slowly assembling around you. Apparently the connection was pretty damn good. 🔥
And then you left and went to a PARK?! Clearly getting caught only inspired a change of venue.😉
@triton that was a very entertaining read, thank you so much for that lol. And you’re an awesome writer! All the praise and respect from someone who not use words good like u 😂
Also shout out to your boss mom for standing on business and handling that situation perfectly.
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