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Originally Posted by BorisNatasha Boris' story:
I was 15 and had a 14 year old girlfriend, who happened to be my sister's best friend. My parents didn't know we were going out so she was allowed to spend the night at my house all the time. Yes, I knew how lucky I was!
Anyway, one time she was over for a slumber party with a bunch of my sister's other friends, and she and I woke up really early in the morning and decided to fool around. We went upstairs to my sister's bedroom (she was asleep with her friends down in the living room, and my room was out because my little brother was in there) and fooled around then fell asleep. Suddenly we both wake up to the door opening and there is my sister staring right at us, me with my pants down and my girlfriends hand holding Little Boris.
My sister went ballistic and told my girlfriend to leave the house RIGHT NOW but later she calmed down. Needless to say it wasn't very fun at the time (I was terrified she would go tell my parents) but it's funny now looking back on it.
Natasha's story:
I lived in a condo where all the neighbors had balconies that opened into the same common area. I was having sex on the balcony and got very, very loud. As we finished and I came down from orgasm, all I could hear were my neighbors' balcony doors slamming shut all over the place.
Oops.
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Hmmm, this sounds familiar.
Similar experience: We had a couple over to our house for playtime one evening. Same room fun. Well anyway the other lady and I both turn out to be quite "vocal" and we didn't realize that we had left the bedroom window open until we heard the teenagers from the house behind ours mimicking us.
OMG... absolutely embarrassing.
Oh, that and the time that our daughter walked in on us doin' the nasty (doggy style no less). This happened quite a few years ago. She was probably 3 or 4 at the time. We were watching dirty movies and had the flip out couch rolled out. Before this event, both kids ALWAYS slept like logs once they were asleep. Anyway, we're both not really paying attention until we hear a panicky high-pitched little voice yelling, "DADDY! YOU GET OFF OF MOMMY
RIGHT NOW!" I just wanted to crawl under the nearest rock, and I wondered how much we were going to be spending on therapy for the poor kid in years to come.
