One girl back in HS (AIM days) was desperately trying to get me to sneak into her place and fuck her. Actually semi-proud of myself on this one...
I didn't go.
Why? Not because she wasn't hot, 10/10 chick that I probably would of blew my load over and over. I didn't because she was living at her uncles / aunt out of her home state because she was shipped off to stay out of trouble.
The dude was a US marshal, home, and no doubt would of fucking owned me trying to sneak into his house. A little bit of survival instincts there.
inb4 faggot
i dont have anymore crazy stories, i'm boring white bread. definitely saw and heard of a lot trains in the military, dont let your daughters join up.
Ohh man, that reminds me of a story! So I'm 15 and have been dating a girl for 6 months, my first real serious girlfriend. We end up having sex on my 16th birthday (I bought her a ring and proposed to her right after because I was a fucking idiot and thought we were soulmates) and we both loved it and were like "We should do this ALL THE TIME!". The only problem was, my parents were super conservative, she wasn't even allowed to come to my house unless my parents were there, and even then, living room only. Her mom was cool, but her dad was this cowboy up manly dude. Always had boots and a cowboy hat, handlebar mustache , pistol on his hip, the whole thing. I think he was a realtor or something, but he wanted it known he was a bad ass cowboy.
Anyway, she lives maybe 3 miles from me, and so what I would do was wait for them to go to bed around 10:30-11, go out my bedroom window, ride my bike to her house, climb in her bedroom window (removing and replacing window screens at both houses lol) and we would make out/fool around until 3-4am, and then do it all again to go home. I was getting like 1-2 hours of sleep on most days. The other factor was that she had a twin sister who was her opposite (my gf was the bad one, her sister was a bookworm) and they shared a room. So, her sister basically hated us, and when I came over she would put a pillow on her head, and occasionally bitch at us if we kept her up and pissed her off. About 95% of the time we would just make out, do hand stuff, and some oral, she was super hesitant to have sex with her sister like 8 feet away, but occasionally we would, and just try to keep it quiet.
So, one night, we can't help ourselves, and start fucking... and keep fucking... and fucking. For some reason I just couldn't get there, and we were at it for a couple of hours, and her sister was very aware and pissed off, we were both drenched in sweat and I'm sure the room reeked of sex. All of the sudden we see the kitchen lights turn on outside their room (just around the closed door frame) and we panic. I jump out of her bed and tiptoe/run butt naked past her sister and into her closet. A second later her bedroom light turns on. I hear her dad go "Whats going on in here? I heard something!" and my girlfriend is pretending like she just woke up like "Uhhh what? I think I was having a nightmare." and he just doesn't buy it and starts asking her sister what is going on.
This is the point I realize that my shoes, and all of my clothes, are on the floor next to her bed. Was pretty sure I was going to die. He was going to see my stuff, or her sister was going to crack, or he may look outside and find my bike. Then out of nowhere the nerdy sister screams "DAD! GO TO BED! I've been trying to sleep for hours and she keeps moaning in her sleep and now your in here with the lights on and I'm going to kill both of you! BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP AND LET ME SLEEP!!!"
And it's silent, followed by their light clicking off and the door closing and several more minutes of silence before I peek out, and my gf is just crying in her bed, and her sister said something like "Get the fuck out of here and if you ever do this shit again I'm telling him everything". I got dressed and slunk out of there. We broke up a couple of weeks later over dumb shit.
I think that was the last time we had sex, but maybe its just the most memorable.