He knew that he was entering a dangerous area with this conversation, but he couldn't help himself.He knew that he was entering a dangerous area with this conversation, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to see if Megan would talk about her experience. "Oh, you've had sex with a boy then?," he asked, hoping the shaking in his voice wasn't showing through. Megan shifted in place on the couch so that now she was facing him and not the window. As she turned, her short denim skirt slid up her tanned thighs. The way she was sitting, he could see right up between her thighs to a pair of light blue panties. He began to sweat as he thought about what was under that those thin panties. "Boys, plural," she corrected "after all, I don't exactly live on the moon, you know. But I don't really like boys my age unless they are really, really cute. Because they just rush through, do it, and then blab to everybody how great they were." John was having a little trouble catching his breath. Maybe if he just pretended that Meg wasn't his daughter, he could hold this conversation with her. It was getting him terribly excited. "I can see where that would be a problem. So you have older guys that you do it with then? What kind of stuff do you do? Where do you go?" Megan went on to tell her dad about the guy who was 23, her friends brother, who she did it with when she stayed overnight with a friend. She snuck into his room after her friend fell asleep. And she talked about camp last year, where she would have gone again this year if she hadn't come to see him instead. She had managed to get it on with a counselor who was 19 and in college. They did it at first in the camp bus and then out in the woods on a blanket. As she related her experiences, John's sexual excitement intensified. |