Just one girl story amongst all the men? While I may regret sharing this later, it can at least offer some diversity to the mix.
Years and years ago, had to have been during high school, I thought I had the home to myself. I've even made the necessary checks and double-checks. Assured of my safety, I start a video I'd managed to acquire and sit atop a towel, propping my back against my bed post. Still frightened to give away any signs, I leave the volume mercifully low, just enough for me to hear any sounds that they would make (it was an all-girl, all-out orgasm party... There is no better way to explain it, and yes, I'm a lesbian). Okay, so I'm taking my time, like really taking my time. I'm more than not just playing along with the scene. Well, I get to point, but I think "Surely, I can just keep doing this since there's no one else here", so I basically start going nuts with it and continue. Well. I was just about to peak again when I hear a shuffle by my door. turns out my step-mum was doing laundry and had just come back into the main building. She's seen me relatively nude before, but never in a sexual situation (let alone the video playing the whole time), and deep down I think that may have harmed her a little. Anyways, I'm in shock and shame, and she just turns around and starts to her room, saying, "Meet me in the living room when you're done, I guess...". I didn't try to ... continue... so I stopped the movie, errr, wiped down , and washed my hands. i then dressed myself in my pajamas and slowly and fearfully met her in the living room where she had two cans of coke and a small black bag (which scared the hell out of me). She was actually smiling, pehaps a little forced, but she wasn't as upset as I'd feared.
"Okay, I was a teen once, and I can imagine what you're thinking right now, which is most likely 'What is she thinking right now?'."
I didn't respond.
"Well, I need to first apologize for, uhh, interrupting, and second I need to emphasize that if you're going to do something like that, it'd be best for you to make absolutely sure that there's no chance in hell that anyone would be around. Doors are to be closed and locked. Nobody is to ask and nobody is to tell, got it?"
I nod, focusing all of my will to keep my heart from escaping.
"Now that I've said that, I just want you to know that I'm not mad and I'm not ashamed. I'm more than a little surprised, but perhaps not as startled as you are. The thing that bothers me the most here is that -" She pulls a magazine (I think it was a Hustler or something) I thought I had hidden between my mattresses from inside the black bag, "...with this and what I stumbled upon just now, there are some things we need to get out in the open, NOW."
We had a very long and uncomfortable talk, then, but in the end, she was very understanding. I was lucky. I had a friend (a guy) who was flat-out bragging about how his mother walked in on him during a very private moment on the family PC. She wasn't very understanding.
She sold the thing.
