I wrote this in a Literotica style because that’s how I prefer to tell stories, but it is true. It happened over 15 years ago; some of the details may have drifted in from other memories of that period in our lives.
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A short preface to set the scene:
My now wife and I met in high school. Our first time hanging out together, before we started dating, she convinced me that her curfew was a soft recommendation and her parents would be asleep anyway, so it didn’t matter what time she got home. When we finally dropped her off over 3 hours late, her cop father was waiting at the door with a shotgun. Yeah, they aren’t just stories to scare teenage boys; those fathers actually exist. Over a few weeks, she somehow convinced her parents that I wasn’t some degenerate, and I was allowed to continue to see her. Fast forward a few years. I had left town for college, she was still living with her parents (as noted above, they’re a little controlling), but we’re still together making the long-distance thing work. College was close enough that it was driveable, so I’d come home every couple of weekends to see my family and visit my GF. This particular Friday, I had to work after class and wouldn’t be rolling into town until about 9 pm.