While Steve may have been accepting of my dad’s offer to use my bedroom, I’ve wondered what he would say if he knew the flip side of the coin. Besides just providing us with a place where WE were safe, my bedroom was also where my dad could make sure I was safe was well. I think he essentially trusted Steve but only to a point. Like it’s been said, “trust but verify”. Having been a teenage boy himself a long time ago, he knew the urges and desires that can sometime take control of men, especially teenage boys. Steve wasn’t born blessed with any superhuman powers of resistance so in my dad’s view it doesn’t hurt to keep a close eye on us – his eye to be more exact. Thus part of the condition of using my room has been that we can’t close the door all the way. At first my dad teased Steve (at least tried to) that it was so in case I screamed he could hear me. Well, that may be true but there’s more. The reality is my dad sneaks a peek now and then just to make sure everything is OK or more specifically, that I’m OK. Personally I think it’s a bit overkill as I trust Steve totally but hey, so long as it makes my dad feel better I don’t care.
Really, why can’t more parents be like my mine? Far too many girls are forced to hide everything from their parents which can lead to problems that may not have arisen had their parents been there to support them and protect them. It’s no wonder that teen suicide rates are so high, especially among girls, and that teen pregnancies are as common as they are when girls are left to deal with incredible emotional and physical issues on their own!
Believe it or not there ARE lines we don’t cross at my house. For instance my parents aren’t nudist so running around stark naked for no good reason is considered rude. My parents never have sex in front of me which is the only time a door was shut in our house. According to my mom some things are meant to be just between a husband and wife. I didn’t need to SEE them making love as I had no doubt they loved one another. I have to admit thought to being a little curious, especially given how thin the walls are in our old house.
Taking a cue from my parents’ example, I’ve never even thought about having sex with Steve openly in front of my parents. Technically a BJ isn’t sex but I think that would still be crossing a line with my parents not to mention having any sort of sex in front of my parents would be a bridge WAY too far for Steve. As for me, as horny as I am at times I wouldn’t care WHO was in the room! Oh well, you can’t have everything I guess.
As I mentioned before, while Steve and I didn’t have to worry about having sex privately at my house, it was a totally different situation at his. There we had to be a LOT more discreet as his mother wasn’t nearly as open-minded as my parents when it came to her kids having sex. The very suggestion was enough to get her riled up so I could only imagine what she might’ve said had we tried doing anything when she was around. The irony was that Steve had quite the reputation at school with the girls so it wasn’t like he’d been some innocent virgin that I was corrupting. If anything it was the exact opposite so why was I getting the accusing looks? Heck, Steve was doing my best friend Beth’s months before he even thought about did me and yet Marlene adored Beth!