Homer J Simpson
I don't push
Mine, You Keep A Knockin' by Little Richard...but not for the reason you might think.
Sophomore year in HS I was dating a fine little freshman filly named Dana. Well at the time, both of my parents worked, and so did hers. So occosionally, I'd have my friend drop us both off at my house after school and she would tell her mom to pick her up there on her way home from work, which gave us about 90 minutes of getting-to-know-you time. This was a wonderful set up that I did not take advantage of nearly enough. Anyway, on the day we decide to actually do the deed, my buddy drops us off and as he's backing out of the driveway, gives a "Hey Peej, call when you're done!" which really set the romantic mood. Anyway, things are going swimmingly in the boudoir of the young Homer J...nakedness has been achieved...plenty of time still left on the clock as Dana's mom generally got there a little before 5...hot and heavy preliminary action is taking place--I was a cunnilingus champ even at the tender age of 15...finally, penetration commences and a glorious light from the heavens is shining upon Wychwood Lane...when suddenly there is knocking on the door. Oh ####, mom got off work early.
She proceeds to knock on the door for the next five friggin' minutes as we pretend we're not there. Finally she leaves and the action resumes, leading to its wonderful, life-changing conclusion. I
So there's my story. Fittingly enough with the rest of my life, it was a comedy of errors that somehow turned out for the best.
Sophomore year in HS I was dating a fine little freshman filly named Dana. Well at the time, both of my parents worked, and so did hers. So occosionally, I'd have my friend drop us both off at my house after school and she would tell her mom to pick her up there on her way home from work, which gave us about 90 minutes of getting-to-know-you time. This was a wonderful set up that I did not take advantage of nearly enough. Anyway, on the day we decide to actually do the deed, my buddy drops us off and as he's backing out of the driveway, gives a "Hey Peej, call when you're done!" which really set the romantic mood. Anyway, things are going swimmingly in the boudoir of the young Homer J...nakedness has been achieved...plenty of time still left on the clock as Dana's mom generally got there a little before 5...hot and heavy preliminary action is taking place--I was a cunnilingus champ even at the tender age of 15...finally, penetration commences and a glorious light from the heavens is shining upon Wychwood Lane...when suddenly there is knocking on the door. Oh ####, mom got off work early.

She proceeds to knock on the door for the next five friggin' minutes as we pretend we're not there. Finally she leaves and the action resumes, leading to its wonderful, life-changing conclusion. I
So there's my story. Fittingly enough with the rest of my life, it was a comedy of errors that somehow turned out for the best.
