On the Patio: One Night I Slept In A Flower Bed

I slept in a flower bed one night.

I had snuck into a bedroom window. There was a girl in that bedroom. She was waiting for me and she had opened her window. And yes, we had sex. Hot teenage "we invented sex", sex.

At one rest point we both heard her dad talking as he walked down the hallway to her room. The window was closed, but the screen was off. In a flash I was out of the bed, clothes in hand and stood on the bed, spreading the curtains and glided through the opening like a 330 yard intermediate hurdler. But I did not have time to slide the window closed. Her dad came through the door still talking, his voice trailing off as he heard outside noises coming into the room, realizing the window was open. I just know that he immediately formed the conclusion that his little princess had been visited. And just as quickly I knew he knew by whom.

In that moment of silence I knew he was on his way outside to the backyard. Already redressed, I moved like a ninja through the dark running out of the backyard and had only 60 some odd feet to run before I could slink over a fence into the park behind her house and be gone into the dark of the night.

But her old man moved quicker through the house than I thought he would. I had less than 10 feet to go and the fence to clear when I heard the garage open. By the time I had made it to the fence I was in the flower bed and had to crouch down so he wouldn't see me. He stood in the dark for a few seconds, then called my name, "Marcus, I know you're out there! Come out this instant and get over here!" I stayed still, barely breathing. He walked 2 feet to the side into the garage brought out and unfolded a lawn chair and had a seat. He sat there and waited. I don't think I blinked or breathed for an hour while he sat there and talked under his breath about how pissed off he was. But he never moved out of that chair.

I relaxed and fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept or when he had given up his vigil and gone back inside. But when I awoke, the chair was gone, he was gone and the garage door was closed. I watched the house for movement, the venetian blinds for the one little slat that was cock-eyed and would give him away. But I couldn't see any sign of being watched. In a split second my bullet-proof teenage athletic body was over the 6 foot cedar fence and I ran all the way home.

At home the clock said just after 3 a.m. I had slept about 3 hours in that flower bed between a cedar fence and under Ligustrum and Indian Hawthorne bushes.

Safe in my room I slid into my bed and instantly went to sleep. I was woke up being questioned why I was in bed fully dressed with my underwear on the floor by the bed. I threw off the covers only to reveal a dirty, dusty bedsheet, residue from the flowerbed.

The interrogation began. I didn't lie. "I slept in a flower bed last night. This old guy was chasing me and I had to hide or he would have killed me." The look from my mother was void of emotion. I couldn't tell if she believed me or not. After a few seconds she said, "Get up and take the sheets to the washer and go shower, I'll fix you some breakfast."

I loved my mom for that.

One night I slept in a flower bed.

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That was a good one. I got caught fucking a girl in high school, by her daddy, in her house. He tried to beat my ass, but I was six foot tall and weighed 220 pounds at the time and he lost. I never got any of her pussy again. That was okay to me. It was not that great and at that time, I was getting more leg than I could handle, Cat.

Posted by: Catfish | January 09, 2005 at 09:26 PM