<human>: For me,

It was Friday night. I was 15. My friend *(let's call him Joe)* was hosting a house party for his birthday. Me and my girlfriend were both invited. We were downstairs for a while having a good time, until I looked around, and my girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. I asked around, someone told me she was crying upstairs. I went up, there she was, sitting on Joe's 11 year old brother's bed, weeping. I asked her what's wrong, she pulled me down. It was obvious at this point she was completely drunk *(baring in mind I was pretty drunk too)*. We were talking, things got pretty close. Things got sexual, I could tell she wanted a home run. I reminded her that there were a lot of people in the house, what if someone was to walk in on us. She said not to worry, everything would be fine. After 10 minutes of wonderful love making, the door bursts open. I heard a scream. It was the scream of a traumatised 11 year old boy, Joe's brother. I ran naked to the door, slammed it shut. I looked at my girlfriend, she looked at me, confused. I didn't know what to feel, angry or amused. I realised what had happened, and what a fantastic story it would be to tell in later life. This experience was most definitely awkward, and awesome at the same time. Joe still jokes about it to this day.

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<bot>: I had sex with my girlfriend at a party in an 11 year old's bed, then the 11 year old walked on us and was traumatised by the sight. It was awkward, and awesome.