The time I creampied a girlfriend minutes before Thanksgiving dinner at her parents’ house

My college girlfriend Ellie was, by her own admission, a bit of a late bloomer sexually speaking. Standing around 5’3” with curly chestnut hair and an hourglass figure, you’d assume she’d always had an endless parade of suitors, but the way she looked when I met her was a fairly recent development and she wasn’t accustomed to or comfortable with the attention.

When we began dating sophomore year (20+ years ago now), I was genuinely shocked to learn she was still a virgin given how quickly our physical chemistry developed after just a few days and nights of hanging out. With little money in our pockets, but nearly limitless freedom, it was easy to walk, talk, and cuddle for hours. We fell for each other fast, even by collegiate standards.

From the way she later explained it, the timing of her moving into a house with her own room just intersected perfectly with how comfortable she felt with me. Within a few weeks of our first time together, she went on birth control, I got tested, and the floodgates of unprotected sex flew open.

I’d never known the joy of having such passionate, hungry bodily contact with someone every single day for months on end. Whether it was the morning after a sleepover, a post-lunch quickie, or deep into the weekend evenings, we made time to just be glued to one another while wearing as little as possible. I remember us both laughing the first time we said our I-love-yous because of course we did? The Honeymoon Period of any relationship truly is a hell of a drug.

As the year went on, we became increasingly uninhibited. We both stayed on campus for the summer to keep our part-time jobs and the warmer weather allowed us to engage in riskier behavior indoors and out. This could be a whole other story, but we had a particularly daring release deep into a forest trail where we were so overwhelmed by our horniness and the beauty of our surroundings that she had to be bent over a bench for a quick rough fuck before anyone else came along. But what I really want to focus on is Thanksgiving.

Ellie’s family only lived 45 minutes away by train and she really wanted her parents to meet me so we decided that I’d spend Thanksgiving weekend with them. Despite what movies and TV had conditioned me to expect, they couldn’t have been sweeter or more welcoming to me. The only “rule” we were given is one Ellie had prepared me for in advance: no sleeping in the same room.

I really wanted to make a good impression so I played it as cool as possible and said “absolutely” like it was no big deal. We’d already worked each other up on the train, quietly discussing all the little loopholes we could exploit over the weekend, so it wasn’t like I was going to be starved for physical contact for four days. The only problem was, that one conversation and her parents’ one restriction ratcheted up our sexual tension to a degree that just wasn’t sustainable.

I slept on the couch in the living room Wednesday night and, because her family was hosting some relatives and friends, the whole Thanksgiving day ended up being consumed by cleaning, cooking, and socializing with the early arrivals. All of our well-laid plans for sneaking away seemed like they weren’t going to be acted upon until the holiday had passed and that knowledge was driving both of us insane. We made out and grabbed handfuls of each other over our clothes whenever we were alone for more than two seconds, but we were getting feral.

Ellie, evil genius that she was, found a little workaround. Remember, this was the early 2000s so the ubiquity of smartphones, hell smartphones in general, just wasn’t a thing yet. What we did have at our disposal was a digital camera small enough to carry around without being conspicuous. After announcing that she was off to shower before dinner, she whispered for me to look for her camera inside a box of tampons under the bathroom sink when it was my turn to get ready. Having to stifle and conceal the beginnings of my erection from her friends and family was probably the greatest test my will power had ever endured, but I managed.

When it was finally my turn to use the bathroom, she gave me a little thumbs up and quietly told me not to cum to what she left for me. I felt my entire body go hot and my brain immediately fogged up.

On auto-pilot now, I dug the camera out of its hiding spot, turned it on, and used the little wheel to navigate to the Gallery with shaking fingers. It wasn’t a particularly high-end camera so the display screen was about as big as a matchbox, but I could feel my pulse quicken to a thunder as I saw exactly what I’d hoped to see.

Thankful for camera-timer technology, I thumbed through the sequence of photos of my gorgeous girlfriend stripping out of her t-shirt and jeans. Ever the tease, she had her back to the lens in the first shot without a bra on. I remember quietly whispering, “fucker” under my breath seeing that one. Eventually, she turned around, hands cupping her breasts, extended fingers concealing both of her tiny pink nipples.

The last photo almost ruined me right then and there. Ellie was closer to the camera now and I could only see from her belly to mid-thigh. Her fingers were pulling the fabric of her panties taut against her skin, the outline of her smooth, waxed outer labia clear as day. I damn near groaned audibly at that one and, as hard as I already was, I stayed true to my word and did not touch myself in any way that would push me over the edge. Not wanting to be gone for too long, I turned the camera off and stowed it away where Ellie had left it.

Through the haze of arousal, time jumped ahead to me showered and ready for dinner. The house was abuzz with all the guests in attendance now. Ensuring that my body had fully relaxed (visibly at least), I came downstairs to be introduced to the few cousins I hadn’t met yet. Ellie played it extremely casual, but there was one moment where I shot her this look like I wanted to tackle her right then and there that got her blushing and grinning like an embarrassed Cheshire cat.

Looking at her all dressed up and with more makeup on than I was used to seeing had my imagination working overtime. I tried not to stare too hard in front of all the company, but I just couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. I kept thinking back to the secret stash of photos and seeing the perfect curves of her chest, the upturned chin paired with a seductive gaze directly into the camera. The outline of that swollen pussy I had become so intimately familiar with this past year. The combination of love and desire I felt in that moment had my heart and head thundering so badly I was worried someone was going to suss me out and ask what was wrong.

Finally, she and I set out the last of the dishes on the kitchen island with all their respective serving utensils and her parents set about helping each other carve up the turkey with an electric knife. While everyone else was distracted by this, Ellie squeezed my hand and breathed the warm words into my ear that I’d been praying for, “Come to my room. Now.” Needing no further encouragement, we vanished up the stairs as inconspicuously as possible as everyone else busied themselves with handwashing, seat finding, and turkey watching.

On the way up to her attic bedroom, we turned on the fan and light in the hall bathroom before closing the door as though someone was in there. Giddy with excitement, we nearly floated up the last flight of stairs, leaving the door cracked open so we could hear anyone creaking their way up towards us.

Our mouths locked magnetically, finally getting to enjoy more than the polite peck on her forehead or a hurried kiss after someone left the kitchen. Without breaking the seal between our lips, my hands stopped groping her ass just long enough to hold up the hem of her floral dress so she could tug a new, considerably smaller pair of panties down towards her knees.

I can still remember how we both moaned some version of, “oh fuck” with the exact same intonation as my fingers found their way between her thighs. She was impossibly soft and wetter than I could ever remember feeling her. After another deep sigh, she just exhaled, “hurry.”

My brain was lost to that fog again and I could practically feel my blood surging through every vein in my body with each heartbeat. Her queen bed happened to be at the perfect height for me to pick her up and place her in such a way that our hips were directly aligned. She lay back, kicking her panties off the rest of the way as I freed my aching cock from my trousers.

She spread her legs wide and waiting for me as I rubbed the fat tip of me against her swollen pussy. She shuddered and spread even wider, reaching for me. She was so soaked that I slid all the way in with zero resistance. She grabbed the nearest shirt draped over the foot of the bed and clapped it over her mouth so she could moan into it freely. Sensing that this wasn’t the time for delicacy, I immediately started jackhammering as hard and fast as I could without creating too obvious of a clapping sound.

I leaned over, bracing my hands on either side of her ribs as I plowed away. Occasionally looking away from the swaying of her tits to look down at myself gliding in and out of her. It was damn near pornographic. Flushed, plump lips gripping me as the shaft of my cock was coated in a slick wetness that got creamier and creamier with each thrust. It had been maybe thirty or forty seconds max since I first entered her before I tensed up and felt myself grow as thick as my skin would allow.

Acting purely on instinct, I stopped thrusting and buried myself deep, holding it there for the ensuing storm. She sank her teeth into the wadded up shirt so she wouldn’t cry out as I erupted, releasing one burst of cum after another inside her. We put what remained of our mental faculties into staying as quiet as possible while our bodies involuntarily shook and trembled against each other.

Ellie looked up at me with dazed, half open eyes. A melting smile. Cheeks and neck were bright red as she tried to recover her normal breath. Right on time, we could hear her mother call up from the first floor, “El?”

Reality doused us like ice water. We could hear footsteps making their way up from the first floor. Ellie gasped one last time as I popped out of her all at once, my cock glistening with our combined fluids. Springing up, she handed me the wadded up tshirt so I could hastily wipe myself clean while she tugged her panties back up and smoothed out her dress. “Be down in a sec!”

In a flash, we were both decent and crowding around her full length mirror to see if there were any obvious tells about what just happened. There was a knock on the door of the hallway bathroom directly below us. “Ellie?” her mom inquired.

Before there was time for anyone within to respond, Ellie was bounding down the stairs from her bedroom, telling her that I was in there. Her mom seemed to buy it and apologized through the door before informing us that everyone was sitting down for dinner now. I didn’t hear any of the following conversation as it trailed off and I didn’t dare move a muscle to give myself away. Once they were out of earshot, I walked down the attic stairs, keeping my feet on the far edges so as not to trigger their telltale creak. For good measure, I flushed the toilet and turned everything off in the bathroom before joining the party.

Once we were seated next to each other and everyone split off into their own conversations over dinner, Ellie beamed at me with this mix of exhilaration and affection that I can see clear as day as I write this, all these years later. She leaned in close, telling me that she loved me and that she needed to get to the bathroom asap (“Alone!” upon seeing my immediate reaction) as she’d apparently sat through her neighbor’s entire “what we’re thankful for” spiel with me dripping out of her and ruining her panties. As far as I know, we were never found out and that hidden digital camera became a fixture of the rest of her weekend home.