Sex is something most of us first experience as teenagers. At that age, whether it be from parents or friends, we had to conceal our passionate encounters. Though, as it is with all things, eventually we get caught. We all have our stories. Were you in the bed of your girlfriend or boyfriend? Maybe, it was in a parents bedroom or on the couch in front of the tv. I'm a straight guy, so I generally faced the "Great Barrier of the Father". The Father of the girlfriend is always on a mission to prevent or catch any sexual activity between his daughter and anyone else. I remember my ex-Girlfriend Elizabeth's dad, and the barricades he would build. I could honestly picture him waking each night, patrolling his daughter's rooms, and sneaking outside to a hidden shed. Inside this shed was his wall of plans & executions. Pictures of me would be prominently placed (most likely with darts & knives sticking into them), alongside all Elizabeth's exes and potential lovers. He'd have colored strings leading from wall to wall. In that den he would create the blueprints to his many missions for his "Operation : Virgin" & "Project : Cockblock". Oddly enough, I'm sure we all have an ex with a parent who fits that character. Some of you girls may have that type of dad (sometimes mom), whom considers your virginity a cause of war. In my case, these characters would succeed in prevention, but never in catching the girl & I in the act. I remember times when summer trips took place, and the message from the dad was simple. "Don't make me kill you Michael." He said while holding a hatchet over a shallow freshly dug hole. (True BTW). All and all, my teenage sexlife was largely uninhibited. Other than a few occasions where nothing could be proven, girls and I were never caught together with our pants down. My ex Nicole and I were caught in a situation that left no room for excuses. We were a new couple at the time, so we got fired up over the slightest touch from one another. One afternoon we were leaving the skatepark,
and got in my car. We kissed, leading to more kissing, to making out, to rubbing our hands all over each other, and tearing our cloths off. This wasn't a quickie. No. Instead we kept going, no breaks, and not even the smallest glance at our surroundings. Now, it was sunset when we entered the car, so even we noticed the darkness, we wouldn't have thought anything of it. After nearly three hours, our mouths dry and bodies sweaty, we noticed that the outside world was different. Instead of the clear night we expected to follow the sunny day, we saw nothing. We saw nothing because the wall of snow built around the car was so high and thick, it was pitch black in the car. We had the light from the radio, and that was it. At first we laughed, but soon realized the time. Nicole was suppose to be home 2 hours before that. I grab my ice scraper from the back seat and go to open the door. That's when the real problem presented itself. The wall of snow was so high and thick, it wouldn't even budge. Nicole looked at me with wide eyes and said "Uh oh. Mike this is bad...... STOP LAUGHING!". I say "I'll roll down the window and get out that way.". At first the window was stuck, but eventually I got it down. Not only was the snow thick, it was ice, making it very hard to break through. After a My plastic scraper failed me, I used my pocket knife. The funny thing was, I had all the necessary tools, but they were in my trunk. Soon I made a hole big enough to get out of. When I saw the blizzard and just how deep my car was buried, I knew that even if I could remove the ice and snow, my car wouldn't make it out of the parking lot. Someone was going to have to pick us up. "Shit" I thought. I crawled back into the warm car and told Nicole the story. The only person we knew who could make it and get us to our homes, was Nicole's mom. She made the call. Remember it was a blizzard, and her mom was going to take near an hour to get to us. So we stayed in the car. Nicole's mom arrived and saw that I had dug myself out, not in. She started to speak, but realized she needed no explanation. While driving, though not super angry, her mom was silent. The only thing she said during the ride was, "Nicole. You know you're grounded, right?".