Meeting your girlfriends parents is always a big step in a relationship. First impressions count and you don’t want to screw things up with people who could potentially see you as family. That’s why going home with you to meet your family over the weekend was all the more difficult when I shook your fathers hand with my own that the night before had been grasping at your breasts and covered in your wet. I also thought about your lips that had been wrapped around my cock that morning when we woke up in your dorm as you kissed your mother on the cheek.
After the initial unease I felt things went well enough. A nice dinner, pleasant conversation, the usual things. You’d tried to keep me on my toes multiple times by whispering in my ear dirty things or that you weren’t wearing panties. I tried to keep those things out of my mind for as long as I could but it kept creeping back into my thoughts. Finally your parents decided to go to bed, reminding us that I was only allowed to sleep in the guest bedroom and not with you in your bed. We agreed and told them that we were just going to watch some TV and then go to bed ourselves. I wonder if they ever even thought that was the truth?