An account of yesterday (including Writer's Block: Romance!)
So I suppose I owe you the juicy details of my Wednesday. After getting my makeup done for the subsequent senior portrait, I hauled ass down to West Covina for the Holly & Edward reunion party (after 7 days apart, haha). Arriving 10 minutes late, I entered his house flustered with a purse-full of interesting new materials as evidenced in the salacious photo post from 2 days ago.
Thank god we didn't use them. Our first attempt at official devirginization, PIV, it would have been sullied, tragically and dramatically, by the entrance of his mother. She came home 40 minutes early.
We were 10 seconds away, pretty much nude, just around the corner in the next room, when we heard the door open and her little "I'm home" whistle. Switch into action panic mode: we go from my head in his lap to my pants on my legs and his pants on his. He got his swim trunks on in time; I got my clothes on in time-except my bra. His shirt and my bra were tucked away. I crossed my arms. I bet she suspects something. Oh god.
I think the fact we chose to not have sex is karma's way of thanking us for getting condoms; but the fact that his mother came home early is karma's way of chastising us for sneaking around. S'ok, karma... we didn't get caught.
We just barely didn't get caught ass-naked and thirdly-basic by his dear Catholic mother. I'm still a little tense; I hope my hair won't gray early because of this.
Thank god we didn't use them. Our first attempt at official devirginization, PIV, it would have been sullied, tragically and dramatically, by the entrance of his mother. She came home 40 minutes early.
We were 10 seconds away, pretty much nude, just around the corner in the next room, when we heard the door open and her little "I'm home" whistle. Switch into action panic mode: we go from my head in his lap to my pants on my legs and his pants on his. He got his swim trunks on in time; I got my clothes on in time-except my bra. His shirt and my bra were tucked away. I crossed my arms. I bet she suspects something. Oh god.
I think the fact we chose to not have sex is karma's way of thanking us for getting condoms; but the fact that his mother came home early is karma's way of chastising us for sneaking around. S'ok, karma... we didn't get caught.
We just barely didn't get caught ass-naked and thirdly-basic by his dear Catholic mother. I'm still a little tense; I hope my hair won't gray early because of this.