Officer Willimas, or Russ as he was known to his friends, was a forty-seven-year-old patrol officer with the local police. He loved the street work and had no interest in becoming a detective or working at a desk. Keeping the street orderly was his mission. The job made him feel good about himself and his life's work. Russ strongly felt that we had rules for a reason and they were to be obeyed.
Russ' wife was forty-five and a pretty little thing with a sexy figure that made Russ' friends stare. In short, Russ was one lucky SOB. At the end of the day, their friends would go home and he and his sexy wife, Amanda, would fuck like bunnies.
Russ and Amanda had one daughter, Leslie. It started as a tragic story. Leslie's dad, Amanda's first husband, was killed in a bar fight a month before Leslie was born. Amanda had struggled until meeting and marrying Russ when Leslie was three-years-old. That was fifteen years ago and now the family was preparing for Lesie's eighteenth birthday party.
As Leslie had never known her father, she'd always looked to Russ as her dad. Russ and Amanda didn't hide the fact that Russ was both Dad and stepfather. Russ and Leslie had always been quite the pair. Russ had taught her how to camp and fish. He'd also build her a massive dollhouse when she was eight. It was her prized possession. The two also had a special arrangement that Amanda was not allowed to know. On each of her birthdays for as long as she could remember, she'd gotten a present from mom and dad and a special something extra from dad. Many of the gifts over the years had been small tokens; but they were always special to Leslie.
When she was younger, she'd tell dad what she wanted as her special gift, but as she grew up, he'd have to prompt her for her suggestions. For her last birthday she asked her dad to be nicer to Joey, her new boyfriend. Russ had agreed and was, well, a little nicer. Russ could see why his daughter would like this handsome young man, but Russ thought him juvenile and a little dumb. When Leslie wasn't around, he referred to Joey as the dumbass pretty boy.
It was about a week before her big eighteenth birthday party, when Russ asked her what she wanted for her special present from him. Her face morphed into a smirky smile. "I'll tell you after the party."
Her birthday was on Thursday and a big party was planned for the following Saturday night. Basically, everyone was invited. Family, friends, Amanda's best friends and co-workers, and Russ invited his long-time patrol partner, Jeff, and his family. Russ didn't get to see too much of Jeff's wife, but Leslie hung out with Jeff and Sally's two daughters, Peg who was a couple of months older than Leslie and Lucy who was two years younger. Of course, Joey was invited.
It was a beautiful day in May so they did all of the summer cookout things. The husbands hung out around the grill drinking beer and the woman huddled talking about whatever it is that women talk about.
"I see that dumbass is here," Jeff said to Russ in a low voice so that others couldn't hear. "What is that relationship anyway?"
"Beats me. As the dad, I'm sure I'm happier not knowing."
Jeff laughed in agreement. "Peg just started seeing some guy. I hope he's okay. I hope he turns out to be okay; if not I don't mind killing him, but damn I hate to dig that hole."
Jeff and Russ broke into laughter.
Jeff said, "He'd just better keep those hands he uses to jack off away from Peg."
Russ looked across the yard to where Joey and Leslie were talking. Joey turned and Russ was sure that Joey was sporting a woody. "Damn. Do you see that. That boy is going to need a beating soon."
"I'm always there to help you partner. And I know you'll have my back - with the hole digging project." They both laughed.
The party ended as people slowly drifted away. Russ took up a seat on the couch in the basement den. Sprawled on the couch, he flicked on the television. He liked having a party at the house, but they always wore him out.
Leslie came in and he asked, "So, honey, did you have a good birthday party?"
"Thanks, dad, it was great!"
"So, Leslie, you haven't told me what you want for your present from me. I know that it will be late, but just let me know. Your daddy will always take care of his little girl - sorry, his big girl."
"I want to talk to you about - sex."
"Honey, doesn't mom handle those talks with you? She handled the whole birth control pills thing a couple of years ago, and all of that."
"No, this is a daddy thing."
Russ clicked the remote and the television went dark. "Okay, what sex thing is it that only dad can do?"
"Well. Well, you have always given me what I wanted for your special birthday gift, but this year, because it's my eighteenth, I want something very special."
"Hey, Babe, this dad can do special. So, tell me."
"Well, you know Joey, the one you call dumbass behind my back." Russ regretted being found out. He wants to have sex with me. He's been pushing this for months and I've held him off, but I can't much longer."
"So, you want me to kill him or what?" Russ chuckled to take the edge off his comment. "No, seriously, what's the issue?"
"Well, I've done all that I could to hold him off. I jerked him and gave him blowjobs, but he still wants real sex."
"I'd never encourage you to do this, but what's the real issue?"
"Well, he is kind of a dumbass and I'm a virgin, and I'm afraid that he'll hurt me if he pops my cherry; or that I may embarrass myself by crying or something."
"So, you're afraid that he'll screw it up?"
"Exactly."
"So, do you want me to talk to him? Is that this year's gift?"
"Well," she said and paused while fiddling with the hem of her blouse, "For my present, I want you to pop my cherry."