I stood abruptly when I entered the hall. Wow! There are a lot of people in here. She got a lot of friends. I saw her chatting with couple of her friends. Her eyes flickered towards mine and she smiled. I smiled back and waved. She elegantly strode to me.
"Hey, birthday girl," I teased. "How you doing? Give me a hug."
She beamed, leaning in. "Uncle Prince. You made it!"
"Of course I made it. Wouldn't miss this for the world," I said.
She grinned. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah. You got a great turnout here."
"Thanks," she said.
I picked a cocktail from a passing stewardess and took a sip. "Mmm. Gin Fizz," I closed my eyes and gulped down the rest. She giggled. "So, 18 huh? How does it feel?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Ugh! Feels like it took forever."
I laughed, putting my empty glass back on the tray as the stewardess passed by again. "Trust me, you will find out soon enough that it is not so fun to have all those responsibilities."
She furrowed her brows. "I'm ready for anything."
I chuckled. "Good. Good. Well, where is your Dad?" I asked looking around. I spotted him laughing with some guests, his wife beside him. "Oh. I see him. Go ahead, I'mma holla at him real quick. Have fun, okay sweetheart? Happy birthday once again," I said and made to leave, but she grabbed my sleeve.
"Actually, Uncle Prince. Do you have a minute?" she asked.
"Of course. What's up?"
She cleared her throat. "I want to ask you something."
I shifted on my legs. "Sure. Go on."
"It's private," she stated.
I raised a brow. "Um...Okay." I looked around. "How about right over here? This corner?" I pointed at a corner that leads to the kitchen. We went to stand there.
"Well, what is it? Talk to me," I said, a bit worried.
She chortled slightly. "It's just... you know I'm eighteen now, right?"
I snickered. "Well duh! I'm at your birthday party."
"Yeah. So, it's a legal age," she said.
"I don't know, sweetie. The legal age for drinking is 21 so..."
She interrupted. "I wasn't talking 'bout drinking."
"Oh. Okay, then. What were you talking about?"
"Legal age for sex," she replied as if it was too obvious.
"Whoa," was what I managed to say.
"Yes," she laughed. "And I wanna do it."
"Er...okay. Well, is there a boy you like or something?"
"Yeah, but it's not a boy," she looked down.
"Oh," I said, surprised. "Are you into women?"
"No!" she laughed again, which made me laugh too.
"Okay, then. What is it? Spit it out. Don't be shy," I said.
She looked away and blew air out of her mouth. A gesture she does whenever she wants to brace herself for something and that made me even more anxious.
"Remember two years ago when you came to our house looking for Dad to borrow his car?" she asked.
I pursed my lips. "Yeah, I remember."
"I actually saw you and Mom," she paused. "Having sex."
I was stunned for a moment. I opened my mouth to say something but couldn't. "Oh shit! You saw that," I stated, trying to regain my composure. "Sweetheart, I am so sorry you had to... had to witnessed that. You haven't told your Dad, have you?"
"No," she grimaced.
"Okay. Woo!" I said, relieved. "Well, I am sorry about that. I didn't know you were home."
"It didn't bother me honestly. It's nothing," she shrugged.
"I still feel like I should I apologize for it, I'm sorry. God! This is embarrassing as hell."
She laughed again. "Actually, that's not even the problem."
"Oh. Then what is it? Come on! Tell me."
She looked me in the eye. "Ever since then... I've been thinking about it a lot."
"Oh."
"And I saw how good it felt to my Mom. I could tell she was enjoying it," she said.
"Yeah well, I try my best to please. Whoa! This just got awkward," I said and she smiled.
"I wanna know how it's like to feel that good," she concluded.
"You are a pretty girl. I am sure any of those guys you go to school are dying to be with you," I pointed out,
"Not really. I want someone with experience," she said.
"Oh," I blinked. "You are eighteen now. There are older guys out there--college guys if you will, that will, er... love to show you a few things."
"Ugh! That's not what I want," she said, exasperated.
"All right, then. What do you want?"
"I wanna learn from you," she stated matter-of-factly.
I double take. "Whoa! I did not see that coming."
"Are you nervous?" she asked, trying to hold in a laugh.
"No, just...caught off guard," I told her. "I was not expecting that."
"Please?"
"Don't beg like that. It reminds me of something, I can't...,"
"Please," she pouted.
"Seriously, don't do that. I am good friends with your Father, and the situation with your Mother...,"
"I don't care," she said, abruptly. "And you said I can have anything I want on my birthday."
I sighed and gritted my teeth. "I did say that."
"Plus, if you don't, I am gonna tell Dad," she smirked, her eyes sparkling.
"Are you blackmailing me right now? You little bitch!"
"What?"
"Yeah, get used to it. If this is gonna happen, that's what I'm gonna call you. It's what I call all my bitches," I said.
She pursed her lips for a moment. "Okay."
"All right. Fuck it! After your party, give me a call," I decided. "We'll work it out."
"No! I want it right now," she said, in a bratty attitude.
"Huh?"
She licked her lip. "Yap."
"Shit!" I cursed. I look around and spotted the kitchen door. "Come on," I said, heading there. We got in and I tried closing the door. "Hold on! Does this door lock? Oh shit! It doesn't" I speculated, trying to close it one more time. "You sure you don't wanna wait till the party is over?" I tried again.
She wiggled a finger. "No."
"Fine. But it will have to be real quick though."