So this guy actually went to my community college. We decided to meet in the library then go to his house from there. We started to watch some horror movie on Netflix in his bedroom, one thing lead to another obviously. We made out and we started taking off each other’s clothes. He got a condom from his bedside table, and we started going at it. First off, I wasn’t even wet and he just shoved it in.
I didn’t want to seem like a wimp, so I held in my screams as he jack hammered away. On top of that, my head was slamming into the headboard and the headboard was hitting his wall super hard. I just decided to let him have at it, maybe he would finish quicker. Out of no where I heard 3 loud pounds on the wall “Mathew you better hurry up already. From the sound of it that poor girl won’t be able to walk home.” I froze, I thought we were alone. I then asked who that was. IT WAS HIS FUCKING DAD. He told me his dad didn’t care as long as we used condoms.
…………Oh for sure no worries, totally chill. He’s in here savagely fucking my brains out while daddy is in the next room reading the newspaper. He finished, we quickly put our clothes back on, I could not wait to leave and never see him again. We had to pass the living room to the front door, and what do you know dad’s casually sitting on the arm chair. I looked at Matthew for what to do, should I introduce myself? Anything? Fuck it. I told him bye, and that I’d text him later. So I booked it out of there and ran straight to my car. Threw my purse in the passengers side and then sped off home. What the fuck.