Today, I would like to talk about a story I forgot until recently, until someone from that time in my life reached out and reminded me.
I’ve always had poor impulse control, sometimes my surroundings don’t seem to matter when I want to have sex. When I first went away to school, I was hooking up with a guy that worked at a nearby factory and while I lived with a couple other people, he lived with his entire family in a tiny house. His mom would make him leave the door open when I would come over. Which I thought was really funny.
One night we were kind of in a pickle. We had been making out in his car for over an hour when heavy petting began. Typically, I have no qualms about sex in a car, but we were having some terrible luck finding somewhere to go. My roommate had her long-distance boyfriend over for the week and my other roommates were having a movie night. He also lived about an hour drive from where I was staying, and we did not want to waste time driving all the way to my place if we were going to strike out.
So, we snuck into his house.
He shared a room with his older brother. He had the bottom bunk. When we came in everyone was asleep. His two sisters shared a room on the other side of the wall and his parents were on the other side of the living room, so we had to be very, very, quiet.
We put on a movie which was smart because it would cover some of the noise we were making. We would also have to be very still because too much movement would shake the bed too much.
I stripped down into just my t-shirt and underwear, and he did the same. Climbing into the tiny bed was tricky, but we were able to smash ourselves together and get comfortable. He pulled the blanket over the two of us and we watched the first few minutes of the movie before he slid his hand up my leg.
Initially, I was really nervous about the situation we were in, we were so close to so many people. It would be so easy to get caught. But then he kept running the tip of his fingers along the edge of my panties, where the fabric touched the inside of my legs. I was reluctant to do much more than make out now that we were in the situation, but he seemed confident that it would be okay. When he pushed his fingers under the fabric of the underwear and started running them over the sensitive skin there, my mind clouded and the reluctance I felt, fell to the back of my mind.
He covered us with his blanket to muffle the sounds of us kissing. Every little sound we made sounded so loud to me, but I was excited, and I wanted to go further. It seemed he was getting cold feet though, because he started to pull away and push me back gently to get me to stop.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered.
“It’s just, I’m having a hard time getting into this because I’m too nervous. Like my whole family is just on the other side of that wall and my brother is right there,” he whispered back to me.
I was not interested in getting this far to stop now. I rolled to a sitting position, holding myself up over him in the small space. I used the bars holding the top bunk up to pull myself into a position where I was straddling him. “We can stop if you want, but I don’t know where we will go. You’ll have to drop me off at my place and I am sure my roommates are still all awake.”
He clearly did not want to return to looking for a place to go to be alone. “Let’s just be really really quiet,” he told me.
Sensing that we might both chicken out if we waited much longer, I pulled my shirt over my head and set it on the side of the bed. I leaned forward and we started kissing again. When I leaned back again, he sat up and used his position to run his lips over the sensitive skin of my collar bone.
He pulled on the waistband of my shorts, and I used the side of the bed to hold myself off as he helped me pull them off and then set the shorts on top of where I put my shirt. I adjusted so I was straddling his legs. I pulled on his shorts, and he took over, pushing his shorts and boxers to the bottom of the bed.
I stopped for a moment, frozen in position over him and listened. The house was silent, and the sound of the movie playing was the only thing I could hear. Then I used one hand, holding the support bar of the bed, to pull myself up, and the other hand I used to guide him into me.
He let out a breath as he slid into me, and I let go of the bed to lean forward over him. I was afraid holding onto the bed would make it shake too much. Then I started to move forward and back, propping myself up over him as he used his hands on my hips to guide me.
As the rhythm of our movement increased, so did the sound of our breathing. Afraid that we were becoming too loud, I buried my face in his neck. The sound of our breathing was muffled, but the sounds I was making were right in his ear and this seemed to excite him more.
His grip on my waist tightened as he used his grip to up the strength of each thrust into me, and I felt him swell inside of me, I let out a muffled moan and I lost strength in my legs as I came. This spurred him on faster and the sound of his breathing got louder in my ear. He thrust into me hard and deep a few more times before following me over that edge.
He let go of his hold on me and I fell to the bed next to him, breathing hard. We both listened to the sound of the house and did not hear anyone up and about. I started pulling on my clothes as he retrieved his shorts from the bottom of the bed. We were settling in, to finish watching the movie when we heard his brother stir from the top bunk.
He jumped down a minute later and looked at the two of us. He shook his head at us and laughed, “Hey guys,” he said in a quiet voice, “make sure you’re out of here soon. They’re getting up early today.”
He left the room, and we took our chance to gather our things and slip out the back door of the house, not seeing anyone on our way out. I still do not know if his brother heard us or not, the timing just seemed really on the nose.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oo3yoe/the_time_i_had_no_where_to_go_so_we_had_sex_in_a