BARENAKED LADY
Today’s contributor lost her sleepover privileges and firstborn with JT all in one night.
I was 17 years old and about to sleep over at my boyfriend’s house for the first time. I couldn’t believe our parents finally gave us permission. On the big night, my mom gave me a lecture on the importance of wearing a bra and absolutely forbid my favorite boy shorts. After swearing on my first born child with Justin Timberlake that I wouldn’t disgrace the family, I headed out the door.
After dinner with my boyfriend’s family, we went to his room and started a movie, but as per usual, didn’t make it past the opening credits. We had sex and cuddled in bed for a while, until nature called. By then it was already 3 a.m., so I ignored my mom’s advice and headed to the bathroom right outside his room—butt naked.
When I finished using the bathroom, I was confronted face to face with my boyfriend’s parents—and his 7-year-old brother. They were all frozen in shock. Apparently, the kid heard “noises” from his room next door and thought I was being viciously attacked during sex. He had woken his parents up after a nightmare and that’s when they saw me in all my naked glory. After an awkward breakfast later that morning, I was asked to leave.
Needless to say that was the last time I ever slept at my boyfriend’s house again. Instead, I took a plea bargain—after a month of grounding, sleepovers resumed at my house, where I was subjected to wearing mumus.
