Naturally, we often found it difficult to have enough privacy from our parents to do anything. My parents always liked us to sit out in the living room where they could watch us, and Kevin's room at his house was in the middle of the house and we had to keep the door open.
So what we ended up doing a lot of the time is fooling around in the car. Usually at night outside Kevin's house, when we were about to leave to take me home for the night. We would kiss and make out and feel each other up in the car. Sometimes we would move to the back seat to have more room; I had the Buick Park Avenue back then, and the back seat was practically a couch. I can't imagine what Kevin's parents thought we were or weren't doing sitting outside for half an hour at a time. They never brought it up or wondered about it out loud.
I loved those chances to have privacy with Kevin though. It was super awkward sometimes because of the limited space, and not the best way to get the job done, but it is a fond memory I have from our early relationship. Listening to his heavy breaths as I pressed myself against him... Trying our best not to look suspicious, and ducking down away from the windows when people walked or drove by the car...
There was one time when we were in the front seat - me in the driver seat, Kevin in the passenger's - and he was touching me. I was having trouble positioning myself so that he could access me more easily. I was trying to find a way to set my legs apart, and one of my legs ended up over the steering wheel. Quite suddenly there was a loud "HONK!" as my knee hit the car's horn by accident as I was positioning myself. Kevin and I laughed hysterically over it. I felt silly and embarrassed but happy to share that moment with him.