If these walls could talk, I would surely be homeless tonight. It's Sunday evening. I'm sitting on the overstuffed sofa my mom thought was the epitome of good taste and designer fashion on a rent-a-center budget. This couch isn't the only thing that's been overstuffed in the room.
Last night was a night I'll never forget. It's also a night I want to remain hidden from the normal world that only knows the exterior of the good girl I seem to be. My parents would die of embarrassment and shame if they knew the deeds that took place in this very room less than 12 hours ago.
They will be home from their weekend vacation soon. I am hung over, slightly sore, filled with a tinge of guilt. But, I'm also filled with the most satisfying memories of the best sexual escapade of my life, so far.
My parents left Friday evening to spend the weekend at a cabin rental in the mountains. I had to work Friday and Saturday morning and would have the house to myself for the weekend. My father still worries about me being home alone. I think it's sweet. I also think he is too trusting of me. But, I guess that's a good thing.
I left work Saturday at 2:00 and went straight to my boyfriend, Jake's, house. We don't get to see each other much during the week because we both work, so the weekends are allows reserved for quality time together. Everything was going as usual, until he got a call from his old high school friend Seth.
I'd met Seth a few times, but wasn't really sure of his character. He was loud; a bit obnoxious really. Yet, there was something about him. He had a nice smile and was always very flirty. Definitely a ladies man.
Seth wanted to come hang out with us for awhile and bring his niece, Heather with him. Heather is 18, a bubbly spirit, with a subtle charm about her. She's a quite person, but I can attest she wasn't so quiet last night.
Jake told Seth to meet us at my parents house; as I needed to shower and get ready for the evening. We were planning on a nice dinner out, then back to my place for a movie and snuggle time.
Seth and Heather were waiting for us when we pulled into the driveway. I greeted them both and invited them inside as I went about my task of showering and changing into the new low cut dress I'd bought a few days before. I decided to skip the donning of panties this time; Jake and I hadn't been intimate all week and I figured I could tease him a little in the car.
When I came down stairs to the living room, I noticed a large bottle of tequila on the coffee table. I eyeballed Jake with my "what the hell is this" glare and he gave me one of his "I'm sorry" looks.
Seth was on the phone placing an order for pizzas. I will admit, I was furious. I motioned for Jake to come into the kitchen with me. I wasn't about to let his friend ruin our date night like this.
Jake whispered he was very sorry, but to be understanding, since Seth's girlfriend had just broken up with him. He told me to let Seth eat his pizza, have a few drinks, then he'd drive Seth and Heather home and we could go out.
I agreed to those terms. I wasn't too happy about it at the time. Now, I'm glad I gave in. I thought Seth was ruining my evening. I had no idea he was actually making it one of the best nights of my life.
When the pizza arrived, I decided I might as well have a slice. He'd ordered four larges and I was starving. We sat and listened to him go on about how his girlfriend had met someone else and sent him a video of herself having sex with the new guy in an attempt to truly break his heart. I sincerely felt bad for the guy.
After everyone had indulged in pizza slice after pizza slice, Heather popped the top on the tequila and asked if I had a shot glass. I obliged as I knew it wouldn't be too much longer after that and Jake could get them the hell out of here so we could do something, since dinner was pretty much taken care of at this point.
I brought two shot glasses back to the living room and both Seth and Heather knocked down two shots, back to back. Seth handed Jake the glass and proceeded to grab his phone from the table.
Jake took a shot and handed the glass to me. I wanted to flick him in the nose, but took a deep breath and poured myself a drink as well. There was no use getting mad at this point.