Caught Naked In Backseat Of My Boyfriend's Car
--- By Becky Romero ---
Although I've been caught in various stages of undress to my chagrin and embarrassment more than once, I was caught once not only naked but having sex.
This happened back in my sophomore year in high school. My then-boyfriend had driven me to watch a basketball game at his cousin's high school. We got there late and he decided to park in a secluded part of the parking lot; no other cars were near us. We were soon in the backseat of the car doing it. Of course as we started making out, we began to lose clothes which were soon scattered all over the car. When my panties were eventually found by my boyfriend's dad (more about that later) they were tangled up and hanging on the rear view mirror.
We're both naked, me on top of him with him inside me and then we hear this loud tapping of a flashlight on the back window and almost at the same time, the click of the back door as it is swung wide open, the overhead light turning on automatically. Standing there starring right at me is that high school's security guard, a middle-age guy with a moustache and a beer belly. He bellows out, ''just what the f--- do you two think you are doing?" and then he orders us to exit the car immediately, putting out his hand towards mine.
As my boyfriend and I unhook, the guard takes my hand as I stumble across my boyfriend and out of the car. Although the parking lot wasn't well lit, the guard had driven over to us in one of the golf-cart sized thingies and my eyes hadn't adjusted to the bright light. So I'm standing there trying to both shield MY eyes from the lights and HIS eyes from my naked body - ultimately doing neither very effectively. When my boyfriend exits the car from the other side and walks around to where the guard and I am standing, I see that he had put his boxers on, which ticked me off since I was still naked. It's also in the low 40s so I'm shivering and my nipples are as hard as could be.
The guard closed the car door and starts into a several minute lecture about morals and public indecency and how he is going to call our parents and maybe the police and starts asking us for our names, etc. Then he wants to see our school IDs. When I told him we go to a different high school, he responds by saying that he wants our IDs then and he'll turn them in to our own principal. I protest, knowing the embarrassment that will cause but he insists, so I open the car door to grab my purse. It's on the floor besides the front passenger seat so I bend and reach over to get it then hear the security guard snickering from behind me. He then asks me to grab my boyfriend's wallet, which I pulled out of his pants pocket. As I hurried grabbed my purse and tried to back out of the car again, my purse straps got tangled on the door lock. I pulled out my ID from my purse and then tossed it onto the car seat. I wanted to grab my skirt or top, but couldn't immediately see them (they were both on the floor in the back seat).
As I hand the guard my ID and my boyfriend's wallet, he motioned me to stand by the back of the car with my boyfriend and he slammed the front door shut again. He's looking over our IDs, making us confirm our names, our ages, where we live and go to school and how he will have our ID's sent to our high school and that our parents will have to be called. I then started to cry and basically began begging him to just let us go, that we promise not to be caught again, etc. My boyfriend pathetically tries to take all the blame saying it was all his fault, to which the guard replied, "Well, she seemed to be enjoying it pretty good," which just made me blush all the more.
Then he starts saying, "Well, I don't know..." and that he really needs to follow procedure and such and such. Then we realize the basketball game is now over and people are starting to exit the building. Not only that, but the parking lot around my boyfriend's car isn't so empty anymore either, as a few other cars are parked nearby that weren't there when we got there. Meanwhile, I'm pleading, saying that people are walking towards us and I want to get dressed. I turned around to open the car door to grab my clothes, when the guard offers a compromise. He won't inform our high school or our parents if we agree that after we get dressed, we'll help clean up the gymnasium of any trash. I was almost like, are you kidding; I'll clean it up for a week.
I then go to open the car door to quickly get dressed - but it's locked. My heart began pounding as I raced around the car trying the other doors, but - horrors - they were all locked. I was panicking and several students were now close enough to see us. One girl grinned, muttering 's--t', as she and her boyfriend starred as us as I cringed and tried to cover myself with my arms and hands. Then several more students walked by, two guys and their girlfriends stopping for a more prolonged viewing.
On the verge of hysteria, I started to scream to the guard and then quickly grabbed his flashlight to try to break the car windows and open the door, which got my boyfriend upset. As my boyfriend is standing in front of me trying to stop me from smashing the car windows, we're struggling and the guard, trying to pull me away afraid that I'll hit my boyfriend with the flashlight, reaches around me with his hands over my boobs and pulls me backwards and away from my boyfriend as a few more people walked by, gawking. The guard then yells at me to calm down, that he just thought of something and finally releases me. He then opens up a compartment in the back of the golf cart and pulls out two rain slickers. These aren't the long ones, in fact only go to the waist. But at least it was something and I quickly put on one, as well as my boyfriend. By this time we are too mad to even look at each other.
But given the twist of circumstances, the guard now insists that we be taken to the school office, since we'll now need to call a locksmith to get the car open. There's barely enough room for me to sit down on the seat next to the guard, my hands covering my exposed p---y. My boyfriend sat on the back behind the seat, holding on.
As the guard drove us to the high school office, we continue to get some stares from people leaving the gym, but not too many since he drives off mostly in a different direction than the crowd. He radioed to the assistant principal who was there for the game and she meets us at the office. Of course, once we got there and I have to stand up and get off the cart, I can only cover myself down below so much, electing to cover my pubes with my hands and basically leaving the lower part of my buttocks fully exposed to anyone behind me. And there were people behind me, various students and teachers, as we walk into the main building and to the assistant principal's office.
Of course, now SHE is told of what we were doing and how several students arrived late at the game in the car, parked near us and saw us naked and having sex through my boyfriend's car window and then informed the guard who then confronted us. The woman is aghast and not at all sympathetic to our latest predicament (that being our clothes locked in the car). The security guard then left and we got another lecture from the assistant principal - focused mostly at me - on the dangers of unsafe sex and promiscuity. She calls me a few derogatory names because of my actions and begins threatening to call the police. I'm begging her not to, etc. Finally, she insists on calling each of our parents since we're underage and calls a female student walking by in the hall to come into the office. The girl is standing there as the woman goes over our names, addresses and school and then picks up the phone and then relates to my boyfriend's parents and then in to my mom in a separate call about what we were caught doing, etc. The woman then tells the girl to see if she can find me a towel or some old gym clothes.
My boyfriend's parents arrived quickly, causing me more embarrassment, since I'm standing through all this and don't see them walk into the office behind me with the lower portion of my butt completely exposed. They ended up leaving with my boyfriend (and his car, having brought an extra set of keys) before my mom arrived to get me. The female student returned with a towel and the assistant principal told me to take the rain slicker off and wrap myself in the towel, which I did while she's telling me that it's a good thing for me that paddling is outlawed in public high schools in our state or she'd paddle me right then and now on my bare butt. The girl then left, grinning at me, as I began to get another lecture just as my mom arrived.
My mom was quite angry at me, but tried to contain it. But given that I'm only in a towel, I'm grateful she didn't come with my stepdad or my two brothers. Of course, I got a stern lecture from her on the way home. Since my mom knew how furious my stepdad would be if he found out what had happened and I would have otherwise been walking into the house wearing just a towel, on the way home she stopped at a Walmart and ran inside to buy a pair shoes, shorts and a sweater for me.
Although I was also grateful that assistant principal didn't report my boyfriend or I to our high school, news spread to our high school nonetheless, either from someone who had recognized us or perhaps from the girl who the assistant principal sent to find the towel and who overheard everything, including my full name and school.