Before I got into a serious relationship with my now-wife, I was a scumbag douche who cheated on pretty much every girlfriend I ever had. One particular story stands out to me.
I was 16 and my parents were away overseas. So it was party time. Invited all my friends and soon the house was filled with 30-40 people, including my gf at the time. While my gf was busy talking to her friends I noticed this cute new chick that I'd never seen before was giving me the lusty eye. I got up and nodded my head for her to follow me. Not long after that, we were in the basement laundry room making out. She wanted to give me head, but I got really nervous that someone might walk in and see then go tell my gf. So we went into the spare bedroom in the basement, locked the door, and got to fucking.
About three minutes into it, I hear footsteps coming down the stairway and hear my gf's voice calling for me. I immediately pull out, tell the girl to hush and start panicking. I hear her walking around in the basement and realize it's only a matter of time.... My heart was beating out of my chest and I knew I was fucked.
All of a sudden I hear the door knob turn....
Once she realized the door was locked, the shit hit the fan. She starts screaming and smashing and kicking at the door.
It was at that point that I noticed the window up near the ceiling of the room. So I climb up to the window, pop the screen off, throw my clothes through the window then proceed to start squeezing my butt naked ass through this tiny basement window and into the back yard. I close the curtains, and get out of sight.
Once the girl saw that I was out of sight, she went to casually open the door for my gf. She was amazing! She pretended to not know what the hell was going on. "you scared me!" She says. "Why were you pounding on the door like that?!" She then proceeds to tell my gf that her bf had just dumped her and she locked herself in the room to be alone and cry. My gf asked if she had seen me, the girl said no and my gf left. Meanwhile, I'm in the backyard butt naked and putting my clothes on.
By the time my gf had gotten back upstairs, I had already ran back around to the front door and was already back in the living room casually chatting with my friends. When she found me and asked me where the fuck I was, I casually told her that I was outside with so-and-so having a smoke. She believed me and never found out what went down that night.