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Caught with my pants (and everything else) down

The desire difficulties of a 19-year-old

By CatalinutPublished about a year ago 5 min read
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My parents are out, come over.

These are the words that a young man hears, and it elicits a certain response. For me, getting the call from girlfriend Gillian had that response.

Now it’s probably safe to say that I was a late bloomer, I’d certainly never really had much luck with girls throughout school. I was a nerd, long before it was cool to be a nerd (I tell my wife that now being a nerd is cool, she humours me and pretends that is true). It was only when I went to university and was working at a casino that I got confidence and grew into myself.

I’d met Gillian and started dating her, I was 19 and she was 18. She was really pretty and she wanted to kiss me AND she wanted to, well, “you know” with me. I never told her, and I hadn’t discussed in public before, but I lost my virginity to her. I couldn’t believe it, how happy was I that I’d finally gotten a proper girlfriend and I was having sex (with another person). I was head over heels in love, or at least what a goofy 19-year-old thought was love.

The only real issue was that Gillian’s dad was a very imposing man. He was a man mountain if I’m being honest, I was quite intimidated by him. He had tattoos, a big gruff voice, a beer belly and on occasion a temper. He was always nice to me, but also looked at me with the “Oh I think my daughter is dating a nerd” look.

So here I was a bit sweaty from a workout, and Gillian has said to come over because here parents were out. Did this 19-year-old risk assess the situation, did he think about the “what ifs?” or the other scenarios, or did he just think with another part of his body? Yep, I drove there in a flash!

I parked in her parents’ driveway and she met me at the front door. We went into the lounge room and started kissing. The layout of her parents’ house is what would eventually cause dramas this day. To get into the house you had to go directly into a long hallway that then went to the kitchen, then the lounge room. Gillian’s bedroom and her bathroom we down the far end of the house.

Our lounge room kissing got hot and heavy. She took off my shirt, I took off hers. We kept kissing and undressing but I was mindful that I was sweaty and suggested that we go have a shower. Again, all care was thrown to the wind and we headed directly to the bathroom.

I had visions of a very soapy shower sex scene. This was going to be the epitome of wet soapy hands moving over each other’s body. As I turned on the shower and kissed Gillian some more, I heard what sounded like a door outside closing.

“What was that?” I asked as I shut off the water.

“You’re hearing things” said Gillian so I went to turn the shower back on and continue to live out my shower fantasy with my teenage love.

Then came the much louder THUMP! of the back door closing. Jillian looked at me with the look of shock saying

“SHIT! Dad’s home!”

I froze. I didn’t move an inch. Well 99 per cent of me froze, and one part went from fully at attention to fully at rest in the space of 0.002 seconds.

Neither of us wanted to make a sound. We could clearly hear him in the kitchen, but couldn’t tell what he was doing, or why he was home much earlier than anticipated.

Gillian whispered, “what do we do?”

Being a very brave man, I replied “You should go out there”

Gillian wasn’t that keen and said “I can’t I’ll be too embarrassed”

Moving into ultra-brave mode, I shot back “Yes, you’re embarrassed, he’s going to kill me.”

Then it hit both of us, almost simultaneously. Our clothes were still in the lounge room in a not so neat pile. There is no way he could miss them. How were we going to deal with this? I had horrific mental images of me having to try to fit into Gillian’s clothes to try to make it out of the house. Maybe I was just going to live in her bathroom for the foreseeable future.

We both stood there for what seemed like eternity. Neither of us keen to leave the relative safety of the bathroom. Then finally we heard the rear door closing, and her Dad in the back yard. This was our opportunity, but we had to be swift. I heard a police tactical commander screaming in my head “GO! GO! GO!”

I wrapped the small towel around my lower half and ran to Gillian’s bedroom while she ran to the lounge room to collect our clothes. She met me in the bedroom, threw my clothes at me and I got dressed the fastest I have ever in my life.

Then I had to evaluate what to do to make my escape and my next concern was “what if her Dad parked behind me in the driveway?”

But I couldn’t stick around and assess the situation any further. I kissed her goodbye and was out the door like a startled rabbit. Fortunately, her Dad’s car was beside mine, so I jumped in and drove away with an even greater speed than I had driven there. I made very courageous escape and breathed a sigh of relief.

She rang me later that night. When her Dad came back in the house his first words to her were “Did Dan leave? I didn’t get to say hello to him.”

It took me a good month before I had the guts to go around to Gillian’s parents’ house again. Her Dad never said anything to me directly, instead would just drop in subtle hints like “Hey Dan, you look a bit hot, do you need a shower?”

Sadly, the relationship with Gillian soured and we broke up. But we will always have the memory of her Dad almost busting the nerdy guy having a shower with his daughter.

Teenage years
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  • Joe Youngabout a year ago

    Nice story - gripping with some comical moments, and well delivered.

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