Tiffany should have been excited about her upcoming senior prom, but instead she was very nervous. She had casually dated her prom date Tim for the last six months, and he was always very respectful to her. He knew that she was not ready for sex, and during their relationship they only kissed. But like most 18 year old teenage guys, he was hoping he could convince Tiffany to have sex with him after the prom.
But that probably wasn't going to happen because Tiffany's mother Lisa had sex on prom night and got pregnant with Tiffany, and she decided to go through with the pregnancy. Tiffany really liked Tim though but wasn't sure if she could control her emotions if things went too far. She had irregular periods and was put on birth control pills to regulate them, so she didn't have a risk of pregnancy, but didn't want to be a cliché of a girl having her first sexual experience on prom night.
Tiffany's father Henry was also worried about her, even though she was a very responsible and a mature eighteen year old girl. He didn't know she was now on birth control pills, so he was worried she could get pregnant on prom night. Henry's wife Madelaine had run away with Fred, one of her former high school sweethearts, a year before, after re-connecting with him at their high school re-union. Unfortunately, they got drunk one night and got into a fatal car accident. Fred was always the bad boy in high school, and like many women, Madelaine was attracted to bad boys.
Henry was the typical good guy in high school, very dependable and was friends with Madelaine before they got together. Henry was a shy virgin when he met her. He was an adequate lover and a dependable husband and made a good salary as a middle manager in a large corporation. But there was a lack of passion in their relationship. Henry just wasn't a passionate guy and Madelaine accepted that, but when she re-connected with Fred, she felt a strong passion with him like they had in high school. Unfortunately, Fred also had a passion for drugs and alcohol, which took them down a dark road that ended up with their car wrapped around a telephone pole.
Tiffany and Henry were both traumatized by the loss of Madelaine, even though she had abandoned both of them, but they comforted each other and became closer, and Henry tried to be both father and mother to her. Henry had become very lonely and had started casually dating through online dating sites, which made Tiffany very jealous. She also became insecure that her father would abandon her like her mother did if he fell in love with a woman.
Henry was also a little insecure that Tiffany would eventually fall in love with someone and abandon him, so they both had abandonment issues, which sometimes strained their relationship. Henry was worried about prom night but had met Tim several times and thought he was a nice guy, just like him.
On prom night Tim came to the door to pick up Tiffany. He had borrowed his father's top of the line Mercedes, so he didn't need a limo. Tim was also a little nervous, knowing that Tiffany's father was overprotective of her. He rang the doorbell and took a deep breath.
"Hi Tim, it's great to see you," Henry chirped as he held out his large hand to shake Tim's hand firmly. "Are you looking forward to the big night tonight?"
"Yes, Mr. Willis, I am honored that Tiffany is allowing me to take her to the prom."
Henry wasn't sure if Tim was being sincere with him but gave him the benefit of the doubt. So, as he shook Tim's hand, he suddenly replied a little menacingly, "I expect Tiffany to come home in the same condition as she left here. A virgin. Are we clear on that?"
"I understand Mr. Willis, you don't have to worry about that."
Tiffany came down the stairs, a vision of beauty, in a pink flowing formal ankle length prom dress, with lots of pink chiffon and an embroidered off the shoulder bodice, her long slightly curled hair flowing over her shoulders. Tim stood there in his tuxedo, smiling that his girlfriend was going to be the prettiest girl at the prom.
Henry took the usual prom photos and was beaming with pride that his daughter had blossomed into such a beautiful yet still wholesome young woman. He also appreciated that she was helping him around the house with cooking, cleaning, laundry and making meals, just like his late wife did. But Tiffany was no substitute for having a warm and loving wife sleeping next to you every night. He was hoping to find a nice woman to marry, since he was the nice guy, not someone who would just use a woman for sex.
Henry gave his daughter a big hug and tried not to worry about her possibly having sex with Tim and potentially getting pregnant. But he remembered a comedian on television making a joke about girls on prom night, that the fathers are always delusional that their daughter would just dance and have fun, but in reality that beautiful dress would be up over her head by the end of the night while her prom date pounded her in the back seat of his car.
Henry tried to get this horrible vision out of his mind and just whispered in her ear so Tim could not hear it, "Tiffany, have a good tonight but please make good decisions."
She softly replied, "Daddy you know I will, you can trust me." He smiled at them both as they walked out the door. He was still going to sit in the living room in his pajamas and wait up for Tiffany to come home. Henry had vetoed Tiffany and Tim going to an overnight party at the shore with other prom couples, which was a tradition in their town.
Tiffany and Tim had a great time at the prom. They danced and laughed and enjoyed each other's company. Of course, Tim had snuck some liquor out of his house, and they got a little drunk. After the prom, Tiffany thought Tim would just take her home, but he suggested that they drive out to an overlook by the lake, where they had spent many make out sessions in his car. She agreed, although she was worried about him drinking and driving.
Several hours later Tiffany walked up the driveway and tried to quietly come in the house, but her father turned on the light in the living where he was sitting on the couch waiting for her, and he was not happy that she was way past her curfew. She reeked of liquor, her makeup was all smeared and the bottom of her dress was filthy with dirt. There was also a hickey prominently displayed on her neck.
"Tiffany, why are you home so late and why do you smell like liquor and look the way you do!" Henry bellowed at her.
"Daddy, it's not what you think, Tim wanted to have sex with me, and I didn't want to!"
"Tiffany, do you really expect me to believe you?"
"Yes, Daddy, it's the truth!"
Henry was angry and was having flashbacks to his school's prom night 19 years before. He told her to sit on the couch next to him. "Tiffany, I was worried about the prom, but it looks like you behaved just like your mother did at our prom."
"What do you mean Daddy?"
"Well, we never told you the real story of our high school senior prom. You see, I was dating your mom for several months, but she was also dating Fred too."
"You mean her high school classmate she ran away with? I thought she dated him before you?"
"No, she was dating both of us at the same time, and a few other guys too. She was a bit wild in high school and I was a virgin. I invited her to the prom, and she accepted. Then right before the prom she told me that she had decided to go the prom with Fred instead. She said I was nice but kind of boring, and Fred was exciting and had a very dominant personality and she liked that. I was heartbroken and didn't even go the prom."
"That's terrible Daddy. But I don't understand? I thought you impregnated Mom on prom night and decided to get married?"
"No Tiffany, it was actually Fred who got Mom pregnant. She didn't want to have sex that night because she knew she was ovulating, but he wouldn't take no for an answer and forced her."
Tiffany looked at her father with a dumbstruck look. "Do you mean I'm actually not your daughter?"
"Tiffany, after Mom got pregnant, Fred didn't want anything to do with her. She didn't want to get an abortion and I still loved her, so I married her, and I raised you as if you were my biological daughter. We didn't want to upset you by letting you know who your real father was, so we agreed to not tell you until you were eighteen. But I couldn't bring myself to tell you last month when you turned eighteen."
"So did Mom stop contact with Fred?"
"No, she left me again for him for a couple of weeks when you were two years old, because she still felt drawn to his bad boy charms, but he mistreated her, and she came back again."
"So, she abandoned me again a second time?"
"Yes. But I want to know what happened tonight. Did you have sex and possibly get pregnant by Tim? He seemed like a nice guy but looks can be deceiving. Fred seemed like a nice guy to Mom several times, and his third deception of her proved to be fatal when they hit that telephone pole."
"Daddy, I can't get pregnant. I am on birth control pills."
"Why did you go on them? So, you can go around with a lot of guys like your mother did?"
"No Daddy, I went on them because I was having irregular periods and it regulates them. I didn't tell you because you might get the wrong idea."
"Well how do you explain the hickey on your neck?"
"Daddy, Tim and I had kissed before. He wanted to park by the lake after the prom and I thought we would just make out like usual. But he got very aggressive me and kissed me hard. He gave me the hickey and I was very upset, because I knew you would see it. He told me he did it so everyone at school would know that I belonged to him."
"What happened after that? Why is your makeup smeared and there's dirt on your gown? It also looks like there is a cum stain on the crotch area of your gown. How do you explain that?"
"Daddy, after the hickey he pulled down the front of my dress so he could see my breasts. I tried to struggle to hold my dress up, but he was too strong. He started squeezing my breasts hard and pinching on my nipples and told me he would hurt me if I didn't have sex with him. That's why my makeup got smeared because I started crying.
"Tiffany, your story is getting more and more ridiculous. Prove to me that he pinched your breasts and nipples."
"How am I going to do that?"
"Take down the front of your dress and let me see your breasts."
"But Daddy, that wouldn't be right."
"Do it, or I won't believe you and you'll be grounded for the whole summer."
Tiffany reluctantly lowered the top of her dress and Henry was shocked at how beautiful her breasts were, perfectly shaped with small perky nipples. Tiffany looked just like his late wife, including her breasts. He started getting flashbacks about having sex with Madelaine, but quickly put the thought out of his mind. This was his daughter Tiffany, not his late wife.
"See Daddy, you can see the bruise marks on my breasts."
"How do I know that wasn't from you having rough sex with Tim?"
"It wasn't Daddy, I swear."
"There's only one way to prove that."
"What Daddy?"
