I was sitting at my computer, messing around on the internet, when Jessica entered the room. I was proud of how my daughter turned out. She was a little over 5 feet tall, with soft brown eyes and wavy hair that just reached her shoulders.
"So Daaaaaad...?" my daughter whined. She had just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, but still liked whining to me.
"Yes, Jessica?"
"I wanted to ask you something..."
"Okay..."
"So I'm going off to college in a few months..."
"Right...", I responded cautiously, wondering where this was going.
"And... well..." The hesitation in her voice made me a little nervous. She continued, "I'm going to have a lot of experiences there..."
"Yes, that's the idea..."
"And some of them might be... umm... sexual," she almost whispered the last word. I blinked, though inwardly I jumped. Immediately I tried to remind myself that that's totally natural. That she's an adult now. I was even self-conscious about the reminder. Almost involuntarily my eyes flashed over her body: yes, she would probably find many men attracted to her. I forced myself to speak.
"Er... yes... I mean, that will probably happen..." I paused. "So why are you talking to me?" I tried to sound less awkward than I felt.
"Um, well..." She took a deep breath, and then mumbled something incoherent, staring at the floor.
"What?" I asked.
"Iwan-see--", she mumbled it again. Her arms were twisted around her.
"I still can't hear you..."
"Iwantoseeapenis!" she blurted out, and immediately launched into a long ramble. "I want to see your penis. I mean, I don't even know what one looks like in real life, and I don't want to embarrass myself in front of a guy I like and I've looked up images online but it's not the same and it's been a while since sex education and they don't even tell you what to do in sex education and..." She kept talking. Eventually she ran out of things to say, and looked at me expectantly.
"Oh," I said, dumbly. I just stared at her. After a few seconds of silence, she opened her mouth.
"So... can I?" she asked, her cheeks bright red.
"Um, well, Jessie, I'm not sure you should be seeing my..." I still didn't feel comfortable completing the sentence. She didn't cave yet.
"It's okay, I just want to look... Besides, I'm already eighteen, and it's not like I'm going to tell anyone. Would you rather I go out and look at someone else's? Someone who I don't like so I'm not nervous?" The idea of her looking at someone else's penis... their cock... made my stomach churn a little. I looked at Jessica, eyes wide and nervous, and sighed.
"Okay... but not a word of this to anyone else, okay?"
"Yes thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou." She blurted out with her hands clasped together. I sighed again. This was ridiculous, and I found myself very nervous. But somewhere deep down, I also felt something like... excitement? No, that couldn't be it. Why would I be excited for my own daughter to look at that part of me?
"Alright, well... Now?" I asked. Jessica nodded vigorously.
"Okay, well, close the door." There was no need to close the bedroom door: my wife and I had been divorced for a long while and there was no one else in the house. But it seemed like the appropriate thing to do. Jessica got up and closed the door. As she did I found myself drinking her in. She was wearing a pair of boyshorts, below which her toned legs and calves stretched out. The shorts were pulled tight over her round ass and a set of hips that were the definition of "childbearing".
I ripped my gaze away, ashamed, and stood up. As Jessica turned around I turned the other direction. I unfastened by belt and fumbled out of my pants. I waited, anxious, and after a moment I heard Jessica behind me.
I looked over my shoulder: "Well... are you ready?" Jessica nodded again, and I turned around, pulled down my boxers, and stepped out of them. I then stood there, and well... presented myself. I wasn't sure what to do with my hands, so I put them on my hips. I kept myself clean-shaven, so there was nothing to get in the way of Jessica's view.
Jessica stared. I was suddenly even more conscious of her. She wasn't just my daughter. She was a beautiful young woman. She was wearing a tanktop and I found myself trying my hardest not to stare at her well-rounded breasts. I realized I could get an erection, and that that would be terribly embarrassing. It didn't help that she wasn't wearing a bra. Of course now she wasn't wearing one of those expensive bras she tried so hard to find.
To keep my mind away I started counting numbers in my head to keep myself distracted. Two times two is four. Four times two is eight. Eight times two is sixteen. I was at one-hundred twenty-eight when Jessica broke the silence.
"May I look closer?" She asked.
