Oh the drama!
I was 16 and with my first serious bf. I always said I would lose my virginity at the age of 16 and when I we got together I knew it would be with him. This story is about one of the many almosts we had which was by far the most dramatic.
My mother was very strict and he was from another town so we only got to see eachother once a week and often not even that. So every opportunity we got we were all over eachother but never got to be alone. We usually hung out with a group of friends. One Friday he came to my town but that night everyone else had different plans. So it was going to be just me and him. Alone at last.
Now, if my mother knew that, there would be no chance in hell she would let me go out that night. So I did what was natural. I lied. I said I was going to the cinema with my best friend. I didn't bother to inform this friend about it because we had a fight the previous day (the dumb bitch was trying to dissuade me from fucking my bf by threatening to tell my mother!).Therefore she would have no reason to call my house, I thought my lie was foolproof.
We met in our friend's bedroom which was also our group's meeting place since it had a separate entry from the house and we could come and go and do as we pleased. We were lying on friend's bed and things were getting pretty heavy. THIS was the night! My shirt was half unbuttoned, bra pushed aside, his belt and zips undone, hands everywhere. Any moment now! Then all of a sudden the door flung open and friend's stepdad walked in. Cue me pulling my shirt back on with lightning speed and then feigning sweet innocence. He looked at us, smiled, then asked if we knew where friend was. We told him, he left and then I look down and to my horror discover that one of my tits was out in clear view the whole time while I had my most innocent face on. I wasn't sure whether to cry or laugh. Anyway, after a few moments of stupefied silence, it was back to business.
BUT, things got worse...
As we were about to get on with it, there was a knock on the window. It was the dumb bitch saying that my mother was looking for me and she was furious. Oh, fuck! Bollocks! I was in deep shit. Dumb bitch called my house after all. I went home and I could seriously see fumes coming out of my mum's ears. She took one look at my neck and started screaming "what the HELL are those things on your neck!!!" Hickies. Lots of hickies. My bf had vampirised my neck. What did I do? Feign innocence again. "What things? I don't know what you're talking about". Then mum went hysterical. Not a pretty site. She called my dad and started crying and wailing "oh my god I think our daughter had sex tonight! Bladibladibla". Eeeeek, I knew she would flip out but this... I didn't expect this. I stood there listening to her rants and thinking, if I had a shotgun who would I kill? Her or myself?
Anyway, I got grounded for a month and was forced to wear a polo-neck. It was summer. Oh, and if that wasn't enough, the next day she even called my bf's parents. I still shudder when I think about that night.
On a more positive note, bf didn't hate me for life and I finally managed to get rid of my heavy burden a month and a bit later. This time my lie was flawless and everything went according to plan. My mum did find out though a few months later by reading my diary (I had a fucking padlock on it! I still don't know how she managed). She called me a whore. *Shrug*

Appologies for length but that was a looooong night. But worth it all! I am now a sex maniac (and no longer a B3ta virgin! Yey!)
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