What is one secret your parents can never know?

I was brought up in a pretty religious home.

My family had me in theatre, choir, youth group, and all kinds of other extracurricular activities

to keep me out of trouble.

So they trusted me pretty well.

One night, I was about 15, my boyfriend at the time had come over to watch movies.

The stipulation was that we could

lay on the bed and watch the movie, but the door had to be open. After a while, my mum came in to check on

us, and everything was fine, so she thanked my boyfriend for being a gentleman and shut the door

on her way out. Immediately, as if the door shut had triggered some teenage hormone overload,

we started making out and

fooling around. He slid his hand up my shirt for a bit, but finally having some privacy, I soon

directed his hand to my netherbits. Yay, first, not self-stimulated, climax. We never got caught,

which was considered a major triumph, and we found ways after that to hook up

without my parents knowing. It wasn't until a few months later at my youth's purity ball. Yes, we

signed pledges and war rings to signify our abstinence for God and marriage, that my dad delivered

this humiliating speech. He told the congregation he was proud of the strong lady I had become, that regardless of

having a boyfriend, I stood up to teen peer pressure and hormones, and that he witnessed me

deflect an attempt at a moral behaviour while watching movies with my boyfriend one night.

Apparently the blinds had been open, and my bed faced them from in the house. He happened to be

walking in from the garage and caught a peek at me removing my boyfriend's hand from under my shirt. I was mortified,

the secret he must never know? The night I had my first climax? He thought I deflected my boyfriend

...