the 'tumbles' of passion

My long time friend and many years ago - boyfriend - reminded me of this ... for lack of a better word .... 'incident', after my recent birthday blog. It would appear that this year's writing theme will be about awkward naked situations - there are worse things :) And as my darling friend from a previous blog said, 'all the best experiences happen when you are naked, starting with birth'. So here goes ...

Back to my long time friend, we met in college, through - Hmmm how to say it - mutual acquaintances (and by that I mean, he was dating the sister of the man I was briefly and unfortunately engaged to, yes - truth is stranger than fiction, Any day!)) Neither relationship worked out well so my friend and I ended up getting very close in the aftermath of the terminally bad experiences we had with 'the others'. And given that he and I are still close today, I think I can count my blessings :)

He is a musician and songwriter, and I cannot help but say it, what woman isn't just a sucker for that (kinda makes me wonder time and again why I encouraged my own son to play guitar - now that he is close to adulthood it feels much more dangerous than it did when he was 10 ... sigh). And as any college students we were passionate for one another, but between classes and both of our work schedules, time together was limited. Soooo - I had a day off and so did he - hooray! I drove over to his house.

He still lived at home at the time and while his mother was always very polite - and truthfully I think she liked me for the most part but couldn't say it - we had different religious backgrounds so I wasn't exactly who she Wanted her son to date. His mother was to be away for the afternoon, so we could have some time alone ... all adult implications implied. ;)

He lived in a split-level house, with his bedroom at the top of the stairs and very visible from the foyer and kitchen - this will be important later ... unfortunately!

We were fully enjoying each other in his room ... when ...
His mom - " I am home." 
me - OMG!!! (she had to see my car outside so she knows I am here!) 
and we are definitely Not downstairs watching tv - holy crap ... what to do?!? 

In my haste and panic I literally flip backwards off of him - and catapult off the end of his bed in a heap of sheets and covers, while flying through the air my knee hits me in the mouth, so I am now lying on my back on the floor at the foot of his bed, naked - hurt - bleeding - adrenaline at full, and he is laughing so hard he is doubled over and crying and totally unhelpful! 

"Come help me bring in the groceries" his mother shouts up the stairs.

"Be right there!" he yells while attempting to help extricate me from the mass of sheets and covers between his laughter ... I punch him, hard! and then scramble to find my clothes, hoping I can dash up the hall (which is totally visible from downstairs, as I mentioned) to the bathroom while they are outside and pretend I was just per-occupied when she arrived! (which I was, but not in a way I want her to know!) I hiss at him to hurry out before she comes upstairs and give me time to get to the bathroom ... (Because really neither she nor I want her to find me and her son in his bedroom right now with the crumpled sheets and clothes everywhere!) He has hastily dressed, but looks very rumbled (of course) - I have gathered all my clothes in my arms and am hiding behind the door so he can slide out. He pops a brief kiss on my nose and still laughing slips out and down the stairs.

I am certain his mother knew, she just had the grace to Never speak of it ... thank goodness! And to this day my friend teases me about my less than Olympic quality dismount. :)