The ti(m)e I secretly, quietly (f)ucked my girlfriend while her parents slept in the room. | 2016

Unlike myself – who was lucky just to graduate and get a job – my college girlfriend, Heather, was contemplating attending either the University of Notre Dame or Northwestern for graduate school. Being the ever-dutiful boyfriend, I accompanied Heather and her parents on a Midwest road trip with the intention of visiting both schools and hopefully reaching a final decision.

Like most 21-year-old, attractive co-eds living together in a small apartment, Heather and I spent most every day in-and-out of class and in-and-out of each other. Young kids in love, we were experimenting sexually, and I quickly found that Heather was insatiable and up for most everything. However, this would’ve been news to Heather’s parents. You see, Heather was raised Catholic, and was originally intending to wait until marriage to lose her virginity. Instead, luckily for me, she turned into bit of a nympho, and was seemingly always eager for sex.

I can recall fucking her doggie-style behind a bush in an alley between two frat houses, with people occasionally walking past. Another time, she gave me a blow job in a stranger’s bedroom while we were at a house party. The room was being used as the coat check, so anyone could have walked in on us. In the privacy of our own bedroom, it was “anything goes.” Needless to say, I was in love.

Heather was and is beautiful. Regretfully, we are no longer a couple, but I often reminisce on the times we spent together. She’s just enchantingly pretty. Blonde hair past her shoulders. Piercingly blue eyes. Hourglass curves. Incredible tits. But, honestly, it’s her pure, natural beauty that sets her apart. She’s the girl you want to bring to the party. Your buddies will lust. Your parents will beam with pride. You get amazing orgasms. Heather was the all-American cutie pie, but, I can attest, this girl was also a fucking kinky lay.

Well, as you might imagine, the college road trip drags on for days. Mostly it’s just monotonous interstate driving. We do visit the campuses, take some tours, dine at some nice restaurants. But, really, the hardest part of the trip is sleeping on foldout couches in hotel rooms. Heather’s parents don’t allow us to share a bed while we are on the road. They take one twin bed. Chivalrously, I offer the other to Heather. I’m regulated to the cot. It doesn’t take long to get sexually frustrated.

On the way home, we stop for the last night of the trip at a Hampton Inn somewhere near Pittsburgh. I’ll never forget it. After showers and a little bit of television, the lights go out and everyone turns in for the night. I try to get comfy on the pullout mattress, thankful that this is my final night. I’m also horny as fuck, and I start playing – very cautiously and quietly – with my dick. It’s not really happening though. Heather’s dad’s snoring does not necessarily put me in the proper mindset for fapping.

As I start to finally dose off, I’m stirred awake by a swift and sudden movement. Before I realize exactly what is happening, Heather kisses me. Naturally, I kiss her back and whisper, “What are you doing?” She giggles, I reach over to cuddle, and I realize she’s completely naked.

“Oh fuck, you’re crazy,” I whisper. She giggles again and reaches down my boxers for my cock. I go hard almost immediately. “Crazy and horny as fuck,” she says.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” she says, while slowly stroking my cock. “I want you.” Silent pause. “Actually, I fucking need you. I need your cock.” My hard-on could drive fucking roofing tacks, it’s so fucking hard. Four days of no-sex hard.

Now, if I could, I would dive down on the girl and give her the most mind-blowing, pussy-tingling oral sex possible. Then, I’d flip her over and fuck the ever-lasting shit out of her until she came all over my cock. But, we are on a fold-out couch that is squeaking enough with her just giving me a handjob. Her parents are sleeping mere feet away in the same room. Fucking is risky. But we're so charged up, we can hardly not do it. Eagerly, I reach between her legs and start to finger her.

I slide my index and middle fingers inside my girlfriend and find that she is sloppy wet. She wasn’t kidding. She wants me. I could fuck her without any warm-up necessary. But, I can’t do it. If her parent’s wake up, they will kill me. Or at the very least, leave me in Pittsburgh.

We are in the spoon position now. My arm is draped over this beautiful girl, a glow from the moon or a street light, or something dimly lit outside, allows me to see the faintest outline of the curve of her hip as she lays on her side. She’s trying to muffle her breathing and light moaning, but I can tell my fingering is doing the trick. I begin curling my fingers inside her, rubbing against her G-spot, priming her sexual pump.

“I want you to cum for me,” I whisper in her ear. “Cum in front of your daddy.” Heather begins biting on the edge of her pillow. Her toes are curling. I kiss her neck. Breath closely to her ear. I can feel her wetness. I notice no movement from her parent’s bed. "Shhh," I whisper. "I need you to cum for me."

Eventually, I remove my fingers from inside Heather and pull down my boxers. Still the big spoon, I press my raging hard cock against her bare ass. She receives it by gradually grinding against it. It’s a slow, rhythmic grind and it feels good. I adjust ever-so-slightly so that my cock lays in the crack of Heather’s ass. I begin to slowly slide my cock up and down her ass crack. My arm still around her waist, hand pinching her nipple, I pull her closer to my chest. I want so fucking badly to slip inside her, but I admit, I’m nervous. I’m dribbling cum from the tip of my dick. I’m teasingly close. I can feel her warmth. I look over her shoulder and I can see her parents sleeping five feet away, as I'm teasing their daughter's pussy with my cock.

“I want to fuck you,” Heather says to me. She slowly, deftly, eases off the squeaky bed. Dad is conked out. Mom, still as a corpse, which is what she would be if she saw us two nakedly tiptoeing across the room.

We sneak into the bathroom and shut the door, but we don’t dare turn on the light. I kiss Heather hard, making out, tongues tangling. I grope both of her breasts. Her nips are hard as fuck. She reaches down and strokes me. We both can’t wait any longer.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” I whisper in her ear. She doesn't respond. Just looks at me. I can see the hunger in her eyes. I spin Heather around, and she places her hands against the back of the door and sticks out her 21-year-old ass. I grab it, slide my cock in her pussy, and begin to pump. She whimpers. The good kind of whimper. The whimper that lets you know she’s yearning for it. It's completely quiet except for Heather’s slight passionate moans.

“You’re so fucking naughty,” I tell her while I speed up my thrusting. "Are you a good Catholic girl?" I whisper to her. "Good Catholic girls don't get secretly fucked." She moans. "Are you going to let your parents hear you cum?" I ask. "Oh goddd," is all she can say.

“Cum on this cock. Cum all over me.” I can feel her wetness leaking down my shaft. I start to pump harder. I lick my thumb and begin to rub circles long Heather’s puckered asshole.

“I’m cumming,” Heather whispers breathlessly. “Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god. Fuckkkkk.” Her pussy is dripping. I can honestly feel her cum running down my leg.

I pull out, Heather spins around, drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. “I need to taste my pussy juice on your dick," she tells me. Lustful passion is thick in the bathroom. Both of us have forgotten about the sleeping parents outside the door.

Heather takes my dick firmly in her hand and gives rounding, tight strokes, while never removing her lips from my tip. “I want to cum in your mouth,” I tell her, and she starts sucking faster. Almost suddenly, I feel tingly and light headed. I look down at the top of Heather’s blonde head, her hair in a ponytail. I say nothing – I just begin cumming. I can feel the muscles in her throat swallow me and my load. A release. I shoot at least three loads, maybe more. She swallows it all.

Heather stands up and we both smile and laugh. We hug and kiss and quietly, then open the door. In front of me, with the help of the moonlight, I can see her cum faintly glisten on her inner thigh. Her dad is snoring.