The student body president sat across from the pretty young girl as he fumbled with the papers in his hand. The charges were pretty damning in themselves. "Conduct unbecoming a student" the heading on the paper read. Now it was not necessarily unusual to have a student come before the board that had been accused misconduct. What made this unusual was the fact that the student sitting across from him was a female.
"So tell us Jessica, are there any truth to the charges being brought against you?" Dressed very conservatively in a neat black, knee length skirt and tight pink sweater, the young woman bowed her head and looked down as she sat there in an awkward silence. "Jessica?" the man asked again, "could you please answer the question?"
"Um," she began, pausing for a second, "it's not as simple as that," she mumbled.
"Not as simple as what?" he asked.
"Well, the answer is yes and no."
"Yes and no?" the man asked. "How could it be yes and no at the same time?"
"It's just that nothing is ever as simple as it seems," the young blonde said.
The lone female on the board spoke up. "Jessica, perhaps you should tell your story in your own words. Maybe that would give us a better understanding of what took place."
"I'm not sure I could do that," she said shyly. "It's complicated. Very complicated."
"We are used to complicated Jessica. Please continue."
"Well, it all started on Saturday morning. I had looked forward to this day for several weeks and like most young girls, I was not only apprehensive about this day, but I was so excited that I could hardly contain myself."
All noise in the large room had ceased as everyone listened to her begin her tale.
"The girl banging on the door was really getting on my nerves. "Damnit, hurry up you albino whore!" she yelled as I worked to get my looks just right.
"Wait your turn you black bitch!" I yelled back to her. The girl's name was LaShonda and she was getting on my nerves. LaShonda you see, is my roommate as well as my best friend. "I'll be done in a minute," I said as I pushed the brush through my long blonde hair.
"Damnit Jessica! I need in there now! I've gotta' go really bad!"
"Ok damnit!" I said as I slammed my brush down and unlocked the door. Almost knocking me out of the way, LaShonda made her way to the can and took care of her business.
"Damn girl," she said as she eyed me. "You're really getting dolled up for your daddy aren't you?"
"Daddy always expects his little princess to look like a china doll," I said sticking my tongue out at her.
"A china doll maybe. But not a china whore!" she said sticking her tongue back.
I glanced in the mirror. In my opinion I looked just right. A "china whore" she had said. Hell, I just wanted daddy to appreciate the beauty of his favorite little girl. "I don't look like a 'china whore'," I told her. "Me thinks more Scandinavian whore," I winked and turned so she could see my long slender legs and my tight little ass that was wrapped in the black leather mini skirt that I had borrowed from her.
"Whatever kind of whore you look like, you better get your lilly white ass moving because your dad will be here shortly."
I glanced at my watch. She was right. Daddy was supposed to be here in about 15 minutes. And daddy was always on time. Throwing my goodies in the basket that was on the sink, I put a little cologne on my neck and between my breasts and hurried out of the bathroom.
I rushed around and did some last minute straightening as I waited for my father to show. I was so excited about this weekend my nerves felt like they were trying to burst through my skin. This was the weekend of the annual Father/Daughter banquet at the university. I hadn't seen my favorite guy in the world since Christmas and I was really excited. Mother was supposed to come too, but she had to cancel at the last minute to stay home and run the family business. Most of the student body had gone home until the fall and I was so bored that this would probably be the highlight of my summer.
The family album was lying on the coffee table and everything was just right and I heard the "shave-and-a-haircut-two-bits" knock that my daddy always gave when he came to visit. "He's here! He's here!" I said as I ran to the bathroom and stuck my head through the door.
"Well don't you think you ought to answer it you silly shit," LaShonda said as she rolled her eyes back in her head.
I just shook my head, flipped her the bird and straightened my hair one last time and walked to the door. Turning the handle I saw the most handsome guy in the world standing there. "Daddy!" I yelled as I leaped into his arms.
The familiar hug that had greeted me every time he saw me hadn't changed one bit. It felt great to have my father's arms wrapped around me. He held me tightly for a moment and I kissed him on the cheek. "How's my princess?" he asked as he released me.
"I'm great daddy! Come on in!" I took my dad by the hand and led him into the living room. His eyes roamed around the room and he smiled his bright smile. "Your place looks great!" he said.
"Thanks daddy! I was hoping that you'd like it."
"Like it. I LOVE it!" he said, patting me on the back. That was just like him. My dad always knew exactly what to do or say to encourage me.
"Remember when this was taken pumpkin?" he asked looking at a picture that was taken my last year in high school. I remembered the picture well. It was one of my favorite pictures. It was a picture of me, standing next to my daddy. I had on a black nylon string bikini that barely covered anything. My 34c breasts were pulled up tight and the thin material barely covered my nipples. The crotch was a "v" shape that covered only the very minimum between my long slender legs. Strings tied the "v" to my hips and the back was just a narrow strip of material that went up the crack of my butt. I had really expected daddy to make me go change, but he was such a cool guy that he never said a word.
"Sure I do daddy. It was my 18th birthday. It was a great pool party daddy. I still remember it like it was yesterday."
"Me too. I remember having to ask Tommy Johnson to leave because I didn't like the way he was looking at you."
"I always wondered why he left the party." Daddy grinned his familiar wide grin that told me he was just teasing.
"Of course I was younger and thinner," he said patting his stomach. It was true, daddy had put on a little weight over the last few years, but he had only gotten more distinguished looking. Sometimes it made me angry that women seemed to get older and men more distinguished.
