When I was growing up, I was pretty shameless as to some of the things I’d do where I could have gotten caught. The closest I came was one time I’d snuck my boyfriend in when I thought I had the house to myself. After school was usually a good time, since my parents wouldn’t be home from work for a couple of hours, so I had a lot of freedom at those times. I’d invited my boyfriend in and we were fucking in my room. All of a sudden I heard the door and know one of them was home. Then I heard footsteps on the stairs. I thought it was over for me.
I jumped out of bed and went to my door to peek out, my boyfriend was behind me. My father came to my door. He could see I was undressed, though only my arm and bare shoulder peeked out from behind the door. I said I was trying on clothes for a party I was going to the upcoming weekend. He didn’t seem to suspect anything, even though I was being groped behind the door and was trying not to react to it. He said he’d just come home early and was going back out in a few minutes.
I closed the door and waited for him to leave. I heard the footsteps down the stairs and the door close. My boyfriend and I resumed fucking, but I was a bit nervous after this close call, so it was a bit of a quickie. My boyfriend made merciless fun of that incident for months after, saying I was talking to dad about changing clothes while I had his fingers in my cunt. Luckily I never got caught, but that call was too close for comfort for me.
