My daughter insisted she didn't lead boys on, they just followed. There was some truth to this. She never promised more than she delivered. Emmy was clear: she had no interest in a boyfriend and stopped at kissing. No guy at her high school could say he'd gotten any farther then a quick, unwelcome, squeeze of a boob.
Yet, as I watched Emmy in our pool with Robbie Jones, I felt sorry for the kid. My daughter's bikini was minute. The top, two tiny triangles decorated with the American flag, barely covered her nipples. The bottom, another tiny triangle, was held snug - there could be no doubt - to a cleanly shaved vagina. It snaked around to her backside in a narrow band, ending as a thong.
Five feet, 7 inches tall, 115 pounds, and D cups. Slim waist; relatively wide hips; plump, full, sultry lips. In later years people would wonder whether those oversized breasts or thick lips were real, but the kids in her high school, like Robbie, knew they were. They'd known Emmy since childhood. I felt sorry for the boy. He'd be frustrated tonight.
Emmy had invited Robbie over for a swim and lunch before they worked on a school project. I stepped on to the deck with two bottles of water and the Thai chicken salad I'd prepared. Robbie and Emmy were standing waist deep in the water. She was laughing and splashing water on him.
"Lunch is ready."
"Thanks Daddy,"
"Thanks Mr. Jaworski."
I put the food on the table and tossed each of them a towel.
"I'll be in my office. See you kids later."
I spent the afternoon working on my business. Whenever I poked my head out for a glass of water or to hit the head, Robbie and Emmy were at the kitchen table working on their presentation about the Thirty Years War. Robbie would have done the entire thing if Emmy'd asked - she had only a light wrap on over that bikini - but she was not only doing her part, she was pushing Robbie to do a first rate job.
It was late afternoon when Emmy knocked on my door and stuck her head in my office. They'd finished. They were going to check some stuff out on the computer before Robbie headed home. The family computer was in the next room. Over the next hour Robbie wheedled a few kisses from Emmy. When she walked him to the door he planted a final wet smacker on her face and said goodbye.
I heard her coming down the hall. She opened my office door, walked towards me, smiled, fixed her deep brown soulful eyes on me.
"Hey Daddy."
She had discarded the wrap; she had on only the bikini. She wore no make up; her dewy flawless skin required none. Her brown hair, which hung free, reached her shoulder blades. She had adopted a pouty saucy look, like she wanted to be innocent, but with that body and face she couldn't quite pull it off.
"Daddy, do you think I'm a tease?"
"Yes Emmy, Daddy thinks you're a tease. I'm afraid poor Robbie's gonna be hard all night."
"Do you think he'll play with his thing thinking about me?"
"I'm sure of it."
"It's not fair. The boys in school, they all know I don't put out. I tell them so, but still, they all try to get in my pants."
"With your body, in that bathing suit, honey, they can't help themselves."
"Oh, I see, it's my fault."
She sat on my lap, straddling my legs, facing me.
"I guess I'm a bad little girl for dressing like this. It's just that, well, the way guys look at me when I dress like this, it makes me all hot."
She reached behind her neck and untied her bikini top. Her large round breasts, tanned evenly with the rest of her body, fell forward. The upraised brown areolas were large, bigger than silver dollars. Her small brown nipples were erect.
She took a breast in her hand, held it, touched the nipple, shuddering at the sensation.
"Daddy, when boys look at me like Robbie did it makes me hot inside. It makes me want to fuck."
She took my hands and covered her breasts with them.
"See what I mean."
She was correct. Heat radiated from her swelling breasts.
"Emmy, you're right, your breasts are warm."
I squeezed, ever so slightly. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan, akin to the purr of a cat, shifted her hips, leaned forward, flattening her breasts flattened on my chest and whispered in my ear, "Maybe, later, you should spank me - I've been very, very bad. But right now I need you to fuck me. Please Daddy."
She sat back up, looking into my eyes, mouth partially open. Her lips were moist.
"Emmy, I thought you said you didn't put out for guys."
She kissed me, enveloping my lips with hers, then dragging them slowly over my mouth. Oh, could that girl kiss. It was like there was an extra portion of her brain devoted to it.
"Daddy, you're being silly. I said I didn't put out for boys. I always put out for my Daddy."
"I don't know honey. Maybe, after what you put poor Robbie through, I shouldn't reward you."
Emmy stood. Her bikini top fell off, landing in my lap, then dropping to the floor. She snaked two fingers under the bikini bottom. For a moment the damp fabric clung to her sex. She'd been out of the pool for hours; this juice had seeped from within her. She pulled it over her hips, then let go. It fell to her feet. She kicked it away. It landed on my desk. Her clean shaven pink pussy lips stood out against her tanned skin.
