I went into the living room, and a moment later my daughter appeared, wearing a short skirt and a tight, see-through T-shirt.
She didn't seem to be wearing a bra.
She plopped down on the couch next to me and snuggled up against me.
Yes, this was going to be a challenge.
"Okay, honey, what do you want to know?" I asked.
"Everything, I guess.
I mean, I know how people make babies and the process of sex and all that, but I don't understand anything about how my body is supposed to react.
I mean, what am I supposed to feel?" she asked.
"Well, uh, it's supposed to feel good. But you should think long and hard before having sex with someone.
Sex should be between two people who care about each other, who love each other.
After all, all kinds of illnesses exist, and there's a chance the girl could get pregnant, so it's a big responsibility.
Even if everyone's healthy, a baby should have a mother and a father to raise them," I said.
"I didn't have a mother to raise me, and I think I'm growing well," Ella said.
"You're growing well, honey, but sometimes I've found it difficult to do for you the things a mother is best equipped to do."
"I can't imagine what a better mother than you could have done," she said.
"I could have taught you things about your body and the changes it's gone through."
"You mean like my period, and my breasts growing, and having hair down there and all that stuff?"
"Exactly."
“But you explained it to me.
I was completely prepared when I got my first period.
Hell, I was the one who had to tell Melody what was going on when she got hers. She thought she was dying or something because her mom didn't tell her.
I was the one who had to take her to the school nurse's office to get supplies the first time. So I think you've done a pretty good job,” my daughter said as she hugged my arm.
Damn, I could feel her breasts against me again..
“So, can you tell me what it is you want to know?” I asked.
“I don't know. I guess I just want to know more about why my body feels the way it does sometimes,” Ella said.
“Can you give me an example?”
“Well, like why my nipples get hard.”
Shit. Do I really have to do this?
“I guess there could be several reasons.
One, which I'm sure you've noticed, is when you're cold. "Most people's nipples get hard when they're cold. It's like a big goosebump," I replied.
"But sometimes they get hard when I'm not cold," my daughter said. "Why?"
“Your nipples can also get hard when you're, um, aroused.”
“You mean when I'm happy about something? I hadn't realized that.”
“Well, no, I mean when you're feeling good.”
“I don't understand,” Ella said, staring at me with her bright blue eyes and playing with a strand of her wavy blonde hair.
“Do your nipples get hard when you kiss a boy?” I asked.
“I've only kissed a few boys. I'm not sure I like it,” she said.
“Really? Why not?”
“I don't know. I guess I'm nervous. I'm afraid of doing something wrong.
I mean, I've seen the way they kiss in movies and stuff, but I'm not sure what to do. Like, am I supposed to use my tongue?”
“French kissing can be really nice.” “It's more intimate and sexual than kissing with your lips closed, so it's not something you should do in public or with someone you don't really like,” I replied.
“French kissing is the same as kissing with your lips but with your tongue in, right?” Sarah asked.
“Yes.”
“I don't know how to do it. Would you teach me how to French kiss?”
“Oh, honey, I don't know…”
“Dad, come on!” “I really want to know, and you said you'd help me,” she complained.
I sat there staring at my adorable blonde daughter, so much more woman than child now, so pretty, so desirable, her full, soft lips looking wet and ready, her big blue eyes looking worried, and her enormous chest pressed against my arm.
I really wanted to kiss her, and not the way a father should. “You do realize, honey, that this is something fathers and daughters don't normally do.”
“Okay.”
“This needs to stay strictly between us. You can't tell this to Melody, or Kiara, or anyone,” I said.
“I won't. Now, please, Daddy, teach me how to kiss.”
I was sweating. A big part of me wanted to run from the room, but a part of me that was growing bigger wanted me to stay there.
“Not a word,” I said as I stroked my daughter's jaw with my fingertips.
“I "I swear," he said, his gaze moving back and forth between my eyes.
"Okay, follow me," I said, lowering my lips to his.
The first kiss wasn't much more than our usual peck-on-the-lips we exchanged from time to time. I held it longer than usual, but I was doing my best to exercise some restraint. When I pulled away, she said, "That was nice."
"It was," I agreed, leaning in to kiss her again.
This time, my hand went to her shoulder to pull her a little closer. Still lip-locked, we kissed a few times. Her hand strayed up to stroke my hair. Oh my God, what am I getting myself into?
"Relax your lips," I whispered, allowing only the tip of my tongue to touch them.
I could feel a slight shiver run through her body as my tongue first tasted hers.
She didn't seem to be wearing a bra.
She plopped down on the couch next to me and snuggled up against me.
Yes, this was going to be a challenge.
"Okay, honey, what do you want to know?" I asked.
"Everything, I guess.
I mean, I know how people make babies and the process of sex and all that, but I don't understand anything about how my body is supposed to react.
I mean, what am I supposed to feel?" she asked.
"Well, uh, it's supposed to feel good. But you should think long and hard before having sex with someone.
Sex should be between two people who care about each other, who love each other.
After all, all kinds of illnesses exist, and there's a chance the girl could get pregnant, so it's a big responsibility.
Even if everyone's healthy, a baby should have a mother and a father to raise them," I said.
"I didn't have a mother to raise me, and I think I'm growing well," Ella said.
"You're growing well, honey, but sometimes I've found it difficult to do for you the things a mother is best equipped to do."
"I can't imagine what a better mother than you could have done," she said.
"I could have taught you things about your body and the changes it's gone through."
"You mean like my period, and my breasts growing, and having hair down there and all that stuff?"
"Exactly."
“But you explained it to me.
I was completely prepared when I got my first period.
Hell, I was the one who had to tell Melody what was going on when she got hers. She thought she was dying or something because her mom didn't tell her.
I was the one who had to take her to the school nurse's office to get supplies the first time. So I think you've done a pretty good job,” my daughter said as she hugged my arm.
Damn, I could feel her breasts against me again..
“So, can you tell me what it is you want to know?” I asked.
“I don't know. I guess I just want to know more about why my body feels the way it does sometimes,” Ella said.
“Can you give me an example?”
“Well, like why my nipples get hard.”
Shit. Do I really have to do this?
“I guess there could be several reasons.
One, which I'm sure you've noticed, is when you're cold. "Most people's nipples get hard when they're cold. It's like a big goosebump," I replied.
"But sometimes they get hard when I'm not cold," my daughter said. "Why?"
“Your nipples can also get hard when you're, um, aroused.”
“You mean when I'm happy about something? I hadn't realized that.”
“Well, no, I mean when you're feeling good.”
“I don't understand,” Ella said, staring at me with her bright blue eyes and playing with a strand of her wavy blonde hair.
“Do your nipples get hard when you kiss a boy?” I asked.
“I've only kissed a few boys. I'm not sure I like it,” she said.
“Really? Why not?”
“I don't know. I guess I'm nervous. I'm afraid of doing something wrong.
I mean, I've seen the way they kiss in movies and stuff, but I'm not sure what to do. Like, am I supposed to use my tongue?”
“French kissing can be really nice.” “It's more intimate and sexual than kissing with your lips closed, so it's not something you should do in public or with someone you don't really like,” I replied.
“French kissing is the same as kissing with your lips but with your tongue in, right?” Sarah asked.
“Yes.”
“I don't know how to do it. Would you teach me how to French kiss?”
“Oh, honey, I don't know…”
“Dad, come on!” “I really want to know, and you said you'd help me,” she complained.
I sat there staring at my adorable blonde daughter, so much more woman than child now, so pretty, so desirable, her full, soft lips looking wet and ready, her big blue eyes looking worried, and her enormous chest pressed against my arm.
I really wanted to kiss her, and not the way a father should. “You do realize, honey, that this is something fathers and daughters don't normally do.”
“Okay.”
“This needs to stay strictly between us. You can't tell this to Melody, or Kiara, or anyone,” I said.
“I won't. Now, please, Daddy, teach me how to kiss.”
I was sweating. A big part of me wanted to run from the room, but a part of me that was growing bigger wanted me to stay there.
“Not a word,” I said as I stroked my daughter's jaw with my fingertips.
“I "I swear," he said, his gaze moving back and forth between my eyes.
"Okay, follow me," I said, lowering my lips to his.
The first kiss wasn't much more than our usual peck-on-the-lips we exchanged from time to time. I held it longer than usual, but I was doing my best to exercise some restraint. When I pulled away, she said, "That was nice."
"It was," I agreed, leaning in to kiss her again.
This time, my hand went to her shoulder to pull her a little closer. Still lip-locked, we kissed a few times. Her hand strayed up to stroke my hair. Oh my God, what am I getting myself into?
"Relax your lips," I whispered, allowing only the tip of my tongue to touch them.
I could feel a slight shiver run through her body as my tongue first tasted hers.
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