In high school, I played soccer. After my senior season, we had our team banquet, and being as ‘in love’ with my boyfriend as I thought I was at the time, I invited him to attend the dinner.
Odd as it may sound, I saw my boyfriend all of the time, but this felt more like a “date” because we would be dressing a little nicer and he was to come over first and ride with my parents and I. He had met them a few times before but never spent an entire evening with them, so he was a bit nervous about it too.
He showed up looking handsome as always. I don’t think I had seen him in a tie, which made him look especially cute. I wore a black blouse with a gray skirt that came to just above my knees, and spent much more time on my makeup and hair than I usually did. He of course complimented me in the doorway, gave me a hug and whispered “I want you” in my ear as my parents appeared and greeted him as well.
We headed straight there and sat at a table with 2 other friends from the team and their parents. I felt a little bad for my boyfriend because he wasn’t close with these girls and was the odd boyfriend at the table. He wasn’t just being interviewed by my parents, but all the other parents at the table were also asking him questions. He was really a good sport though and my parents absolutely loved him by the end of the event. I won a few senior awards and acknowledgements, actually cried at the thought I would never play soccer with these girls again, etc.
When we left it was dark and colder out. We got in the car and I grabbed a blanket from behind our seat to cover my bare legs. My boyfriend pulled it over him too.
As my parents started reliving the night by saying “how nice everyone was” and that the “food was good,” etc, we started to exit the parking lot. Suddenly, I felt my boyfriends hand on my knee, and he chimed in about how it was “nicer than the football banquets” while giving my thigh a squeeze that made me squirm a little from it tickling. I could tell what he was doing. He had been whispering comments in my ear all night. Typically we would be able to get some of that pent up sexual frustration out earlier in a long night together, but we were forced to be on our best behavior. My parents continued on.
It didnt take long before my boyfriends hand adjusted and moved an inch or two up my leg. I didn’t react immediately, but turned and gave him the look of “no way this is going down, my parents are 3 feet away.” He reacted with a smile, leaned toward me and whispered “I can feel the heat between your thighs”. I knew he was telling the truth because I could feel the warmth too. I was nearly shaking with how turned on I was in the moment.
Unconsciously, I separated my legs for a moment. It was probably because I needed to let in some air to cool down, but the opposite happened, instead his hand slid all the way to my underwear and my eyes nearly slid into the back of my head before I grabbed his forearm and squeezed it. I did this not to pull his hand away though, I just was quickly overwhelmed and needed a moment. His hand froze and I took a moment to adjust and compose myself before I released his arm and push it down with a little force to let him know I still wanted it a bit…and I definitely did.
Knowing I was reactive, he started out so slow, which honestly made it even more hot in the moment. He kept locking eyes with me as he was caressing the thin layer of underwear separating him from direct contact. My dad then asked him what his parents do, which he answered without flinching and while still slowly running his finger along my clit. I was impressed by the calm reaction and turned on at the same time. My dad responded with acknowledgement and then asked a question of my mom and that’s when my boyfriend leaned in again and said “you’re dripping wet.”
The comment was an understatement. My cotton underwear was drenched. His whisper sent shudders down my body and pushed my pelvis into his hand as a result. This gave him the motivation to pull away, grab the edge of my underwear and pull it to the side before sinking a single finger into me. I was so wet you could hear his finger slide in and I felt like I gushed out at the same time.
He started to move his finger around inside of me, slowly at first, then a bit stronger so that the blanket began to shake. I had to go back to squeezing his arm to slow things down and gave him an alarming look that he was becoming too careless and would get caught by my parents.
I nearly stopped it there, but he seemed to pull back and start to slide his finger across my clit again, and I was able to recompose. As we entered the neighborhood, he once again adjusted and slid two fingers in this time. You could hear him enter again with a swish of fluid. Quickly thinking, I barely was able to ask my dad to turn the volume up on the radio, which my dad immediately did.
My boyfriend continued to slide his two fingers in and out of me slowly. The blanket was moving but it was subtle. The pleasure was nearly unbearable and he knew it. He kept going and I grabbed his arm once more and squeezed, but this time he didn’t stop or slow down as a reaction… instead he pushed further and deeper until he could feel me pulse around his fingers, clench and then relax as I came.
He pulled his hand out from my skirt and adjusted to make it look like nothing had happened. I couldn’t believe the situation. I was trying to control my breathing and avoid showing how flushed I was, but I was also very aware that I had just ‘gotten off’ in front of both my parents.
By the time we pulled into the driveway I am recomposed. This required some uncomfortable adjustment of my underwear, skirt, the blanket, etc, but we knew we had gotten away with it.
It was late for a school night, so it was suggested that my boyfriend go straight home. My parents went inside while I stayed out and said goodbye to my boyfriend in the driveway. We giggled and talked about the hot moment that just ensued and he highlighted how badly he wanted me right then and how he wished he could stay.
Knowing my parents wanted me to be quick, before saying my final bye, I reached up my skirt and slid my cotton underwear down. They were heavy with moisture and I handed them to my boyfriend and said it was a gift for the fun time and consolation until we could see each other the next day.