When the parents leave the house

“You shouldn’t wear that shirt, with your boobs bouncing around.”
Rolling my eyes I toss the laundry to the ground.
“Then come take it off me, if you can’t stand the sight.”
And he’s behind me so quickly that I give fright

A moment later his lips are pressed against my skin
His hands roaming my body should be called a sin
The offending shirt is gone, my skin is bare
My fingers reaching up behind me to tangle in his hair

“Laundry room baby,” he asked, “Or can we try for the bed?”
Before I can answer he’d lifted me, being careful of my head
Through the house we stumble, crashing through the door
And a moment later we’re withering, moaning on the floor

Kissing my neck and grinding into me
It’s all I can do not to giggle with glea
Board with our position, clothes begin to fall
And before I can even think I’m being pressed against the wall

Glass shatters as the picture hits the floor
But you’re sliding into me and I don’t care anymore
With every push you’re deeper, touching my insides
Yet your groans aren’t quite loud enough to drown out my cries

Then we’re stumbling backwards, toward the bed we fall
And over your shoulder I notice, the footprint on the wall
No time to think anymore, as you pound harder into me
Until we’re both kissing, sucking, moaning and withering

I flip us over easily, to straddle your hips
Then lower to suck and lick at your lips
One two three, and you’re screaming my name
And when you pivit just a little I find I’m doing the same

Satisfied you kiss me, then together we compose ourselves
Only then do we notice, that we’ve knocked down all the shelves
Suddenly the doorbell rings, wide-eyed, a look we share
Did we even bother to lock the door? Had either of us cared?

I giggle as you run to the bathroom, your clothes in hand
Then wobbly make toward the door, praying I can stand
With a smile on my face, I greet my best friend
And a moment later, you return, our fun come to and end

With smiling faces we lie to her, knowing that she’d tell
That if my parents found out, we’d both be in hell
This is their house after all
That footmark is on their wall

She smiles and nods and believes us, and then is out the door
I turn to roll my eyes at you, secretly wanting more
I’ve lost my underwear, but I know we shouldn’t linger
But when I turn to you, one last time, I notice them hanging from your finger