“Ooh, that sounds like more fun,” I teased. “Can I run around naked if we’re alone?” “You know that’s not what I meant, Beth. I really shouldn’t be seeing you naked. It’s bad enough with the little you’re wearing now.” “But Dad,” I replied, “there’s really nothing to see. Look, I don’t even have any tits.” With that I pulled the front of the shirt to the side using the arm hole and showed him my entire right breast. “Beth, stop that right now,” Dad demanded. “Okay, Dad, but I’m just saying no one looks at me because I don’t have any tits. I don’t mind you looking at me. If anything, it makes me feel really good for you to look at me. As far as I’m concerned you can look at my body any time you want. Come in my room while I’m asleep and lift up the covers to see me naked, if you want. You can even touch me if you want. I don’t mind. It would be our secret; I’ll never tell anyone. I would welcome a guy ever wanting to look at me, let alone touch me. You know I’ve never even had a boyfriend, Dad. I’m fifteen and I’ve never been kissed, let alone been felt up by a guy. Shit, even my dad doesn’t want to see my scrawny body.” With that I got up and left the kitchen and went to my bedroom as if I was mad. Of course, I wasn’t. I just was hoping to make my dad feel bad and be willing to look at me naked and maybe even touch me to get us started to where I ultimately want it to go.
I laid down on my bed and made sure the shirt was pulled up just a bit so that if dad comes in to comfort me, he’ll definitely see my pussy. Sure enough, about five minutes later there was a knock at my door. “Can I come in, honey,” my dad asked? “Sure, Dad,” I replied. He walked in and I think he immediately saw my pussy and he turned his head to try not to look. I didn’t move. “I’m sorry, honey,” Dad said. “I didn’t know you were going through such a tough time. I don’t know why boys are ignoring you. You’re cute and you’re smart. The size of your tits shouldn’t matter to anyone. Although, I remember what it was like being a young guy. We tend to think with our little head more than our big head when we’re young. Any guy who is avoiding you because of the size of your tits isn’t worth your time so don’t worry about them. Personally, I always preferred smaller-breasted girls. Your mother was the first girl I ever went out with who was bigger than a B-cup. But you know it would be really inappropriate for me to be looking at you, let alone touching you. It’s certainly not because you’re aren’t desirable. It’s exactly the opposite of that that makes it tough. But you’re my daughter and you’re underage to boot. If anyone found out I touched you, not only would your mother leave me, but I’d end up in jail. I’ll tell you what. When it’s just you and me you can dress like you are now, if you want. You can’t be naked. You don’t understand what that would do to me. But if you want to be barely dressed and give me peeks of your beautiful body, it’ll be okay as long as we’re home alone and you never tell anyone. If you hear mom getting home, you better run up here and put some real clothes on, okay?”
“Thanks, Dad. That sounds like fun. I just don’t like that it seems that guys pretty much avoid me and I have to think it’s because of my tits. This past week, I tired going to school without a bra so that my nips kind of showed through my shirts and I actually saw some guys look at me for the first time. If I don’t start growing soon, you might have to give me a set of tits for my high school graduation. There’s no way I’m going to college with just nipples on my chest. Did you like seeing my pussy when you walked in, Dad? I got wet from just thinking you might have seen it.”
“Yes, Beth, I did see your pussy, but I tried not to look at it. I shouldn’t be seeing your privates. You need to understand, honey, that it isn’t just seeing you naked, it’s seeing my beautiful daughter naked. I love you so much and that makes it even more difficult to see your body and knowing that I can’t touch you. The more you tease me, the tougher it’s going to be on me. I hope you don’t do that. When your mom gets home, I’ll probably end up jumping her bones and she’ll wonder what’s gotten into me and I won’t have an explanation as to why I am so horny.”
This was my chance. I saw the opening and took it. “What will you do, Dad, stick your dick in her mouth for her to suck on?” “BETH!” dad exclaimed. “How can you ask something like that? That’s really inappropriate. I don’t think talking to you about your mom and my sex life is something I should do.” “Oh, come on, Dad. I’m not a little kid anymore. I know about the bird and the bees. I assume mom gives you blow jobs as part of your sex life, doesn’t she?”
“If you must know, your mom isn’t really into blow jobs. She does it once in a while like on my birthday or something, but we do plenty else that we really enjoy. We may be getting older but your mom and me still have a great sex life. Are you happy now?” “Sorry, Dad,” I replied, “I didn’t mean to hit a nerve about blow jobs. I can’t wait for the opportunity to try to give one. There are some girls at school who think BJs are gross and others that think it’s the best. Why doesn’t mom like to do them? Doesn’t she like the taste? I hear a variety of opinions on the taste of cum just like the act itself. Some girls hate it, some spit it out, and others can’t swallow enough of it.”
“Geez,” Dad said, “how did we get into this conversation? It’s not something a father and daughter should be talking about. Maybe you should ask your mother about blow jobs. I think I know why she doesn’t like to do them, but I don’t think I can tell you why.”
“But Dad,” I insisted, “how am I supposed to learn about blow jobs. One of these days I might actually get a boyfriend. I don’t want to then lose him because I don’t know how to do one right. How does a girl learn to give blow jobs? By giving lousy head to boy after boy until she figures it out? Pardon the pun, but that sucks. You may think I’m crazy Dad, and maybe I am, but I wish you’d teach me how to give a good blow job. Just think, I’d learn how to do it, you’d get blow jobs whenever you want, and mom wouldn’t have to do something she doesn’t want to do. It’s a win-win-win.” There. I’d said it. It was out there. The offer is on the table. Now it’s time to shut up.
Dad was silent for a while. I wasn’t sure if he was mad or considering what I’d said. Finally, he spoke. “Beth, Beth, Beth. I can’t believe you asked that of me. As your father, I should be appalled. As a man, I should be excited. You know I couldn’t do that, even if I wanted to. It’s just not right. Or at least society says it’s not right and society makes the rules and the laws. It’s not in my hands. Honey, I love you so much, I wish I could do everything you want to make you happy, but some things I just can’t do. I hope you understand. Now you have me worried that it’d be a mistake to even let you walk around here half naked. On top of every other reason, it would be cheating on your mom for us to have any sexual contact. I’ve never cheated on her and don’t intend to start now. Somehow, it always gets found out no matter how hard people try to keep it a secret. It would just take her seeing us give each other some look to make her suspicious. Damn, how am I going to get this out of my head now? I think I should go do some yard work or something to take my mind off this conversation. I’ll catch you later, honey.”