I remember it like it was 3 years, 5 months and 29 days ago. 

Everything was pre-planned between my girlfriend and I.

I told my mom I had morning exams and left on my scooter for school (gas scooter, not a razor, which will hence forth be called a bike because scooter sounds gay).  This reasoning for telling you the previous statement is to let you know where my mother thought I was going. Actually I headed down south to my g/fs house. Because her stepfather works in construction and has no set schedule, I parked my bike around the corner and chained it to a telephone pole. I called to make sure no one else was home and then headed over.

Being we were both nervous and this was both of ours first time, we kept the foreplay to a minimum. no nipple rubbing or thigh caressing today. We got situated on her bed and got down to the bareness of it all. Then we put on a slim-jim wrapper and got to it.

About 30 seconds later.....

It was over. The first time was done. Of course 30 seconds isn't enough to exhaust a horny teen. Anyone up for seconds? Switch condoms and,

20 min later.....

That was much better. Not saying the first time wasn't great, but holy crap. She really got into it and i think she was on top at one point. Now we were a little tired. We laid there watching tv for a bit when her leg brushed up against it and,

1 hour 10 min later,....

I can't fucking breathe! Good God in heaven. Appearently we fucked each others brains out at that point because we couldn't speak, move, think, nothing. We were on the bed, on the floor, against the wall, on the dresser. It was nuts. which was funny, cause I couldn't feel mine. We decided to take a shower to clean up before heading down the street to our afternoon exams. We get in the shower and this chick starts rubbin' on it like she wants more. WTF!?!?!?!? I was about to stop that shit, but someone did it for me.

A door bangs and we both freeze....... then we realize we're in a bathroom behind a closed door. She pokes he head into the hallway and asks "someone there?".

"Just me."

"Dad? you home for lunch?" awesome. now i have to hide til he leaves.

"Nope. Done for the day"

.......................................fuck. I start having a panic attack. The bitch is like, a foot shorter than me and I wrestle 189 weight class. Doesn't matter at this point, all I'm thinkin' is "I'm dead." She calms me down and I get my head on straight. Priority one is getting out of this bathroom and into my clothes. I'm not gonna pull some american pie shit and run down the street bare ass with her step dad chasing me. We get into her bedroom and I grab my clothes. around the corner from the kitchen, here comes stepdad. I throw my shit and shove myself under her bed while he questions her why shes not at school. He turns and goes to check his e-mail.

I whip my clothes on and crawl out. Now comes the easy part, NOT. We decide it, I'm going out the back door. One problem, in order to do that I have to pass within 3 feet of a man with a 17yo daughter who has no idea her boyfriend is in the house and just fucked her. Needless to say, she was doing better than me at that point.

To get a picture of what i was mentally going through, go out side and find a dog. Any dog will work as long as they are overly aggressive and have lots of teeths. Then I want you to chain this dog to a stake used a random length of chain and stand at a random spot near the dog with a steak wrapped around your penis. Are you close enough to get bitten, or out of harms way? who knows? I didn't.

She walks out and starts asking him to check out a website or some shit. I shuffle down the hallway in socks cause of the fucking hardwood floors. I play double dotch trying to decide when to go. I get past his line of sight and head towards the back door. I slip out and I am freaking free! The 6 foot fence was nothing after that. Hauled ass down the street to my bike and explain to the owner of the house that the pole doesn't belong to him and neither does that side of the sidewalk, so STEP THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BIKE!

I scoot on over to school smiling the whole way. And as I pulled into the student parking lot i wondered,

am I smiling cause I just got fucked, or because I didn't get fucked up?