I've been reading a few stories about people sneaking away from home during their youth or otherwise in order to do something "rebel" or perform "covert ops" they would rather keep from their surroundings and my interest has been piqued - which in turn sparked these here memories.

My most memorable blunder as I went rogue was when I went to a "group-up", as we'd come to call it - where we'd mostly have fun together as friends or get off off each others, our small crew of a dozen and a few more, including I, though the count wasn't fixed and some others outside our circle would occasionally mingle. Back on track. So, I had gone to one of our group-ups as the sun began to dim, we were having fun playing games, joking around, doing dumb shit, pulling stunts off and just chattering - you know, teen things.

For some reason the atmosphere that summer evening changed and things became heated - we assumed it was due to the summer's temper and tried our best to ignore it, to no avail. We were drinking some alcohols from our stash which we'd assembled from parental contraband, some bought by the majors of our crowd and other bottles just outright stolen from the alcohol store nearby and we also were smoking reefers.

The overall arousal had slowly turned up as did the creeping climate and our horny teenage selves, one thing led to another and we ended up getting laid in an impromptu orgy that lasted the whole of the night, and, since the following day was a friday without school for most of those present, we just went on even the next day. I ended up staying the week-end without noticing and got an earful from my parents - it wasn't just sex but there was obviously a lot of it.

My father, being more lax and knowing I had I good enough head on my shoulders to think for myself only told me to call next time; whilst my mother who was somehow convinced by my story of staying at a friend's place for four nights, regardless of the smell of leaves still slightly sticking to me, gave me some restrictions. Well, I technically was staying at a friend's but we weren't studying, playing dolls nor pillow fighting, though we did "fight" someway.

By the way, about the alcohol store, there were no cameras in the area nor inside the shop at the time and the owner has a habit of relaxing in the back of the store for quite some time. A pretty amicable man who's still in his prime even though he's around his fifties. I myself even stole a few bottles of Tequila and some other stuff we'd just mix and forget the brand; and since the owner is great, even though he knew I'd "purchased" some of his products "for free" he let it slide saying he knew what it's like to be young and has been giving me and sharing a few bottles for free occasionally ever since.