I have heard countless stories about people being "caught with their pants down," or in other words...naked! So, I thought it would be fun to share our own naked truths.
Come on...we all have them. Some time, either recently or long ago, weren't you caught in the most awkward of moments?
Okay...I'll share my story first. Bare (no pun intended) in mind, some names have been changed to protect the innocent!
Long, long ago, in a land far, far away, there lived a very good girl. (me!) She was the model daughter, (if I do say so myself,) straight A's, no drugs or alcohol, never missed a curfew.
Well, when Sweet Sixteen, a first love (we'll call him Brandon) and raging hormones kicked in, things changed. A little.
One day, her dear love convinced her to skip class and go to his house with him. His mother and father were at work, of course, so it would be safe. Nobody would ever find out!
"Well, okay then," she replied to her love. "As long as nobody finds out!" I do have an image to keep up, she thought to herself.
So, boys will be boys, and once in his lair, Brandon couldn't resist the temptation to coax the good girl a little further. Well, she doth not protest.
One thing lead to another, and one piece of clothing followed another. It was quite the good time. Until Brandon heard the front door open, keys jangling.
Well...her heart leaped out of throat, and she stared at Brandon with those "deer in the headlight" eyes.
"It's my mom!" he proclaimed. "What she doing home?"
"Oh my God," the good girl cried.
"Quick!" he said frantically. "Climb under by bed!"
Horrors. She grabbed her clothes and dove under his bed, her heart beating savagely. Brandon walked out of his room to meet his mother.
He spoke with a calmness that belied the situation at hand. "Hi Mom. What are you doing home?"
"Oh, I just decided to leave work early and get some things done around the house. Now, what are you doing home?"
"I wasn't feeling well, so I came home and went to bed."
The good girl lay under Brandon's bed, listening to his explanation to his mother, shaking from fear and cold, in her very naked skin.
"Oh my God," she cried to herself. "I used to be a good girl, and now look at me. I skipped school, and now here I am naked under my boyfriend's bed, while his mother comes home to catch us!"
Brandon came back into his room. "I'm afraid you'd better get dressed and climb out my window," he said, matter-of-factly. "There's no way to get out of the house without my mom seeing you."
"I don't believe this, Brandon!" she cried. "How did we get into this mess?"
He gave her a hug. "It doesn't matter now. You'd just better get dressed and climb out the window. I'll meet you out front and take you home."
Fifteen minutes later, they mounted his Yamaha 125 dirt bike and well, the rest is a duller version of history.
Okay, okay. That girl was me, and to my knowledge, Brandon's mom never found out--though I've often wondered, since now that I'm a mother, I know moms have eyes in the back of their heads, as well as a sixth sense. She probably knew all along, and had the mercy to let this good girl go.
So...what's your story? Please remember, these are meant to be humorous stories. No porn or erotica, please. We'll save that for another day -- maybe. I am a good girl, after all. :o)