His mom has gone to the store to pick up some extra things for dinner; his father could be home any minute. I’m over at his house, meeting my boyfriend’s parents over a three day weekend. We’re both in college and in love in the most stupid ways, and oh yeah did I mention we’re both horny as rabbits? The second her car pulled away, I push against him and we crash into the closed piano, kissing furiously.

Ours shirt go flying so we’re body to body, me grinding my erection against his thigh. He groans and reaches back to squeeze my ass hard, and when I say hard I mean he’s a pitcher on our college’s softball team. I gasp and jump up onto the balls of my feet and he snickers, nipping at my lip. I cup his neck and stroke his beard with my thumb as we fence with our tongues. Right when I’m distracted with his firm boner against my groin, he guides a wide hand down the inside of my jeans – I never wear underwear – and he then slides a finger right into my ass. I squeal at the intrusion and inhale a sharply, my cheeks flush pink as I sense a wet spot in my jeans.

“You bastard!” I hiss.
He grins at me and pushes it in deeper, “You know my dad could be home any minute… wanna go fuck on my childhood bed? I have Batman bed sheets.”
“Oh baby, you make me so wet. Batman bed sheets? Let me pinch the tip of my cock shut, the cum is just leaking out!”
He throws his head back in laughter. “This is why I love you.”
I smile. “I love you too. Now fuck me or I’m going to greet your dad hard as a rock.”

By the time we hear the garage door open, we’re struggling to rebutton our pants and waft the bedroom free of that sex smell. We catch each-other’s sheepish gaze across the room, and in that moment, I suddenly know that I’m gonna marry him one day.