Ever since I was a little girl, I've always been a daddy's girl. My mother used to tell me that my daddy was the only one who could calm me down when I was younger. Maybe it was the soothing sound of his voice, or perhaps it was the comforting familiarity of his scent. Who knows? But he was the one person I could always count on to bring me peace. Then, Uncle Jay, Daddy's brother, moved not too far from us to become a business partner with Daddy, and I had him wrapped around my little finger too.
However, everything changed when Mom passed away when I was just eight years old. It left me and Daddy alone to fend for ourselves. That's when Uncle Jay made the decision to move into the house that Momma and Daddy had shared, offering his support. Daddy was utterly heartbroken during the first year after Mom's passing. He wouldn't eat, refused to leave the house, and always wanted me in his bed. He'd often say that he didn't want to continue living without Momma and that the only thing keeping him going was me. Uncle Jay played a crucial role in helping Daddy pick up the pieces and raising me into the woman I am today. They both make me feel like I am the most beautiful woman in the world, even on days when I don't feel that way.
You see, I've always had a curvier body. As I entered my teenage years, I began to develop more and started to embrace my figure. I was always different from the other girls in my class, and unfortunately, that made me a target for teasing and ridicule. By the time I reached high school, it seemed like boys were more interested in dating the stereotypical skinny cheerleader types rather than someone like me. I never had a boyfriend, and I never received an invitation from a boy to attend a school dance. If I did go to a school dance, I would often go with the few friends I had.
So, in my senior year of high school, I vowed to change that. I wanted to go to prom with a boy and lose my virginity like I saw the girls do on TV. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a boy feel me up, tell me I was pretty, and be so turned on that he couldn't keep his hands off of me. Of course, Daddy and Uncle Jay always told me I was pretty but I thought they were just saying so because I was their daughter and niece.
When school began, I decided to switch up my style. I bought clothes that showed off my body's shape; they weren't too risqué, just enough to draw some eyes. With a new hairdo, the right kind of underwear, and light makeup, my look was complete. But while the less popular boys asked me out and flirted with me, the more popular ones only stared when I wore certain outfits--never taking it further than that.
My friend Amy and I were both hoping this final year before college would be better than the rest. Amy wasn't thin like the other girls, but she wasn't as heavy as me either. We concocted a plan to guarantee us what we wanted--and perhaps even who we wanted. By the end of the school year, we would no longer be eighteen-year-old virgins.
And that was how I found myself behind the school bleachers, after school, with Jake Sullivan's penis in my mouth. He played football and was going out with Stacy Lewis, but he would flirt with me when she wasn't around. I had done this before: me and Amy had come up with an idea to 'suck 'em dry', so we could get what we wanted without giving it away. Even though lots of girls were having sex, not many of them were down for oral. And since we didn't want to hand it over too easily, we figured this was a good alternative; plus, they really seemed to enjoy it. I wouldn't say I was an expert just yet, but I was getting there - practice makes perfect. I wanted one specific boy, and I was experimenting until I got him.
I was going to town on Jake, making sure my tongue flicked out of my mouth with each upstroke. Then I heard him gasp--not in pleasure, but in surprise. The next thing I knew, his penis was yanked from my lips and he was rushing to pull his pants back on.
"Emily Parker," said a stern voice behind me. It was the Dean of the school, Mr. Evans. He commanded me to follow him to his office. At that moment, I could still hear Jake fumbling with his clothing. I wanted to say something to save myself from this mess, but one look from the Dean told me it wasn't worth trying.
I trudged away with my head bowed low in embarrassment, pondering what would come of our meeting with the Dean. I arrived at his office before Jake and just stood outside the door fidgeting in anxiousness. When Jake and the Dean appeared, Jake seemed terrified and refused to glance my way.
After having us take a seat, Dean Anderson rambled on about dignity and upholding the standard of the school. He then announced that he would be notifying our parents and suspending us from classes for two days. After he finished talking, he dismissed us. As I tried to apologize to Jake for some unknown reason as we left the office, he sprinted away without any hesitation.
Groaning to myself, I walked towards the parking lot and toward my car. The school was about a fifteen-minute drive from home. I just hoped Dean Anderson hadn't called my Daddy before I got there.
Of course, fate wasn't in my favor this time. As soon as I stepped through the door, my name resounded from the kitchen. With a resigned sigh, I started walking towards it.
"Hi Daddy," I said, trying to divert his anger with a bit of charm. His face told me that he had spoken to Dean Anderson, which meant trouble for me.
"I just got off the phone with the Principal at your school and heard something extremely embarrassing as a father. Do you want to guess what that something was?"
"I'm guessing it has to do with what I did at school around thirty minutes ago," I replied nervously.
"And what was that Emily?" My Dad never called me by my full name unless he was angry - something that rarely happened. He was usually quite lenient with me because I was always so obedient. This time, however, trouble was unavoidable.
"He saw me giving head," I mumbled quietly.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
I stared at him with exhausted eyes before speaking louder this time. "He caught me giving head."
Daddy rose from the kitchen counter and came to stand next to me. Before he could say anything, the door opened and Uncle Jay's voice filled the room. "I'm home. Where are y'all?"
"In the kitchen!" Daddy yelled, looking away from me. Now I had twice as much trouble on my hands.
"Hey, sweetie, how was school?" That question couldn't have come at a worse time.
"Go ahead Emily, tell your Uncle what happened at school today," my Dad said with a sharpness in his voice.
I refused to meet my Uncle's gaze, knowing the disappointment I'd see in his eyes if I did. When I didn't answer right away, my Dad provided an explanation.
"I just got off the phone with the Dean from Emily's school. She's been suspended for two days."
"Suspended? What on earth for?" My Uncle exclaimed in disbelief.
My Dad chuckled darkly before speaking again. "Why don't you ask Emily? She can explain it."
I clasped my hands together nervously and told him what had happened. My Uncle gasped, not having expected what he heard.
