Like most 17 year olds I had to find sneaky ways to have sex with my boyfriend in my parents house. Luckily we had a basement. It was the perfect place to have sex since you could hear the door open, leaving just enough time to get dressed… that was until one day. We were going at it, completely naked, with the TV blasting and didn’t hear my mom coming downstairs. One second everything was fine then out of nowhere there my mom was standing in the doorway, with a perfect view of my boyfriend’s ass. She screamed, “OH MY GOD!” ran upstairs and slammed the door. Still inside me, he looked into my eyes and said, “What the fuck, she couldn’t have waited until I came?”
Thanks to some horrible hair extensions I spent six months wearing a wig… a very traumatic experience for a 20 year old girl. It wasn’t exactly a secret.. since I would get drunk, take it off and make my male friends try it on… but the guy I was involved with at the time had no idea. Sitting in his car after a party, waiting for him to make a move, I tried to find the right way to tell him. Unfortunately before I could get the words out he kissed me. In the heat of the moment I forgot about my hair troubles and climbed into the back seat with him. When he tried to run his fingers through my hair I dodged him, when he grabbed my neck I aggressively moved his hands to my boobs… but eventually the inevitable happened. Right after he entered me he ripped off my shirt and with it… THE WIG. I franticly tried to put it back on as quickly and smoothly as possible. Once it was on straight I looked up to see him staring at me in shock. I explained to him what happened and of course we continued BUT I spent the entire time holding my wig on top of my head.