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I’m awkward. I always have been.
But, I was REALLY awkward in high school.
I was not a jock, a metalhead, or a nerd. I was just awkward... and horny.
I was particularly awkward around parents, especially of the girls I dated. None of them liked me, but T’s dad? He HATED me.
T was my girlfriend through senior year, the summer after, and three days at college... because, you know how that goes.
T’s dad wasn’t threatening. He was a quiet, nerdy guy with a hot wife and a virgin daughter. He always looked at me with disgust, even before T brought our sex life to the table.
It wasn’t my first dinner with T’s family, but this night was different. T was acting strange, telling me she wished we could spend more time together and “do it” whenever we wanted, without worrying about getting caught. I dismissed it as a side-effect of my studliness... until there was a lull in the dinner conversation.
“Six and I have an announcement to make,” T said before clearing her throat.
“We’ve been having sex for the last six months,” she said confidently.
Her pre-teen brother giggled and her dad choked up a gob of mashed potato. As my face burned, I squeezed her knee.
“We want you to know that we’re being responsible,” she continued. “Six would like to sleep here on the weekends, so we can have sex in a safe environment.”
A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek. T’s mom excused herself after sending T’s brother to his room. Her dad finished his wine, stood up, and muttered, “Fine.”
He looked defeated as he walked away, but I didn’t care...
For the next two weekends, I got busy in a girl’s bedroom with parental consent.
It lasted just two weekends, because teenagers are also greedy.
Our sleepovers were cancelled because, apparently, sneaking through T’s bedroom window on a weeknight was against the rules.