I'm going to bump this because its been enough of a period of time since it happened to me and I think the story is entertaining enough to be told.
This happened at the start of last summer. I met this guy on a school trip to Montreal in April, and we hit it off like I didn't think was possible. I pretty much fell in love in a matter of a few days. When I came back home (I live just outside of Toronto), we stayed in close contact, skyping every night, doing the long distance relationship thing. The next time I was seeing him was in June when we planned for him to come to the end of the year formal with me. That's just about 2 months away from each other.
Now in a long distance relationship with no physical contact its easy for the imagination to get away with you. Basically we planned to do the deed while he was visiting because it seemed like the perfect opportunity and we were pretty seriously head over heels for each other.
He arrived, and the last night he was staying was the formal + afterparty. We had been sneaking around hooking up for the past few days but we hadn't had sex...and time was running out. The dance was great, we got all dressed up, took pictures, blah blah blah, the whole shebang. Once the formal part was done, we took the limo back to my friend's house, who was hosting the afterparty for our grade. We chilled around for a bit, I introduced him to my friends, and then we were like alright let's get going because this party is our last chance.
He grabbed the condoms and we went downstairs in search of a room and managed to find one off of the laundry room. It was a double bed and it was the best we could do, except we realized the door did not lock AND it opened out, making it impossible to guarantee security. So I grabbed my friend and her boyfriend and basically they were in charge of guarding the door. Except the problem was that a guy in my grade had some sort of evil vendetta against my friend's boyfriend and he and his drunken comrades from the hockey team (assholes, every single one of them) had rocks in their hands and were on the hunt to beat him up. A few of my other friends made their way into the laundry room and were promptly informed as to what was going on in the bedroom the next room over. So the guard was set up except for the fact that there was a mob combing the house looking for my friend's boyfriend.
Clothes were off, all that fancy schmancy stuff that happens and literally right as I was about to lose my virginity, we hear screaming and yelling coming from outside, and tons of voices chanting "SANDSTORM! SANDSTORM!" (the significance of which I do not know to this day), looking for my friend's guy (let's call him John). John and my friend channelled their inner Anne Frank and ran to hide in a crawlspace as the mob managed to break down the door into the laundry room to look for them. A couple of my friends were chilling, pretending my friend and John weren't anywhere nearby. Of course, the next place they wanted to look was the room where I was lying, clothes off, and silent with my guy from Montreal.
In order to scare off the mob, on of my friends screamed "DON'T GO IN THERE, KATE'S HAVING SEX" which made for a very audible silence in the room outside the door. The drunken hockey players stormed off and we were so freaked out that he had "lost interest" and we needed to repeat everything we had already done in order to finally do the deed.
It was terrifying but hilarious to look back on and though we're not together anymore, sharing the experience of listening to a mob try and get into the room where you're about to fuck someone for the first time makes for a good laugh.
Sparknotes: long distance relationship, we had one chance to bang at a party, my friends were guarding the door, mob tried to break in, friend yells to the entire party that i'm having sex, mob leaves, we finish awkwardly