Cum Hither
Really Experienced
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- Sep 29, 2001
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OOC:
Richard Jordan. 44 years old. 6'1", 180. Thinning brown hair. Brown eyes.
IC:
I was sitting in the living room watching the ballgame when my 18 year old daughter Ashley walked in the room. She had a very serious expression on her face. I was immediately alarmed.
"Honey, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Daddy, we need to talk," she said.
She sat down next to me and naturally didn't say a word for the next ten minutes. I could tell she was thinking about the right words, and that they were difficult to come by.
"Daddy, I lost my virginity last night," she said.
Oh, God I thought. I knew this moment was inevitable, but like any irrational father hopelessly trapped in the morality of 1950's sitcoms, it was still a moment I had dreaded. This was a talk she should be having with her mother, but we both lost Annie three years back.
I took a deep breath. She was of legal age. She was an adult. She should be treated like one.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
Her face lit up.
"I'm wonderful," she smiled.
Then something struck me. My daughter dated, but there didn't seem to be anyone serious in her life.
"Who's the lucky boy?" I asked.
"That's the thing, Daddy," Ashley said. "It wasn't a boy. It was Mister Henderson. Connie's father."
"What?" I roared, springing to my feet. I had known Bill Henderson for over twenty years. We went hunting together. He was my friend. How could he seduce my sweet innocent daughter?
I was going to kill him. I was.
"Calm down, Daddy," Ashley said soothingly. "It wasn't his idea. It was mine. Well, ours...."
I was confused. "What do you mean, 'ours'..."
"All my friends," she said. "Me, Connie, Beth, Shannon, Stacy, Anita, Celia and Liz. Remember when we went skiing that weekend? Well, at night we would talk about boys. It turned out we were all virgins. Well, except for Liz and Anita. They told us about how they lost their virginity to boys in our class. Both of them were disappointed. Boys are cute, but they seem to know nothing about sex. Connie joked that we should find some older men to teach us the right was. It just kind of snowballed from there. I picked Mister Henderson. And he was wonderful. Please don't hate him, Daddy. He was wonderful."
It was a lot to absorb. But Ashlet did seem happy.
"Were you safe?" I asked. Ashley nodded.
"Well, then. Thank you for sharing this with me. I know how important it was to you. And you know I will always love you and support you."
Ashley threw her arms around me and hugged me. Suddenly she was my little girl again. At that point we were both crying.
"I wanted to share it with you, Daddy," Ashley said. "But that's not the only reason I told you."
"What's the other reason?" I asked.
My daughter gave me a wicked grin.
"Shannon wants to come over tonight," she said. "She picked you...."
Richard Jordan. 44 years old. 6'1", 180. Thinning brown hair. Brown eyes.
IC:
I was sitting in the living room watching the ballgame when my 18 year old daughter Ashley walked in the room. She had a very serious expression on her face. I was immediately alarmed.
"Honey, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Daddy, we need to talk," she said.
She sat down next to me and naturally didn't say a word for the next ten minutes. I could tell she was thinking about the right words, and that they were difficult to come by.
"Daddy, I lost my virginity last night," she said.
Oh, God I thought. I knew this moment was inevitable, but like any irrational father hopelessly trapped in the morality of 1950's sitcoms, it was still a moment I had dreaded. This was a talk she should be having with her mother, but we both lost Annie three years back.
I took a deep breath. She was of legal age. She was an adult. She should be treated like one.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
Her face lit up.
"I'm wonderful," she smiled.
Then something struck me. My daughter dated, but there didn't seem to be anyone serious in her life.
"Who's the lucky boy?" I asked.
"That's the thing, Daddy," Ashley said. "It wasn't a boy. It was Mister Henderson. Connie's father."
"What?" I roared, springing to my feet. I had known Bill Henderson for over twenty years. We went hunting together. He was my friend. How could he seduce my sweet innocent daughter?
I was going to kill him. I was.
"Calm down, Daddy," Ashley said soothingly. "It wasn't his idea. It was mine. Well, ours...."
I was confused. "What do you mean, 'ours'..."
"All my friends," she said. "Me, Connie, Beth, Shannon, Stacy, Anita, Celia and Liz. Remember when we went skiing that weekend? Well, at night we would talk about boys. It turned out we were all virgins. Well, except for Liz and Anita. They told us about how they lost their virginity to boys in our class. Both of them were disappointed. Boys are cute, but they seem to know nothing about sex. Connie joked that we should find some older men to teach us the right was. It just kind of snowballed from there. I picked Mister Henderson. And he was wonderful. Please don't hate him, Daddy. He was wonderful."
It was a lot to absorb. But Ashlet did seem happy.
"Were you safe?" I asked. Ashley nodded.
"Well, then. Thank you for sharing this with me. I know how important it was to you. And you know I will always love you and support you."
Ashley threw her arms around me and hugged me. Suddenly she was my little girl again. At that point we were both crying.
"I wanted to share it with you, Daddy," Ashley said. "But that's not the only reason I told you."
"What's the other reason?" I asked.
My daughter gave me a wicked grin.
"Shannon wants to come over tonight," she said. "She picked you...."
