This will be a quick little story for all you pervs, as there isn't much build up. This memory just popped in my head so I thought I'd share real quick.
I was "18" at the time and my first boyfriend and I got united to stay a week at my dads house, who happened to live 3 states away.
So we go down there and of course my dad made us sleep in separate rooms. No boy was going to defile his little girl under his roof. Guess he didn't realize that I'd been getting fucked almost daily for the past year.
The week went by and my boyfriend and I never found a chance even for a quickie. We snuck away once in the backyard and he finger banged me for about 2 minutes, but we almost got caught. That was all the action I had for the entire time.
When we finally left for home, I was in a state of frustration that I hadn't had since I started having sex. We had a long 8 hour drive ahead, and I couldn't wait to get back because as soon as we got to my house, I was going to make sure he fucked me before he went home.