Father is reading a novel on the carpeted floor of the dining room, using a table lamp on the floor next to him for light. He is early forties, trim and well toned, graying hair and handsome. He is dressed in just a pair of black silk boxers and a muscle shirt.
His daughter, Jessica, walks into the room, eighteen, very slim, but sexy with a nice shape. She seems immature for her age due to her childlike mannerisms and her girlish style. Her long brown hair is in pony tails, and she is wearing a white tank top, a pink skirt and pink socks. She kneels down on the rug at her DAD's feet.
JESS: What you reading?
DAD: (smirks) Jaws by Peter Benchley.
JESS: Any good?
DAD: (shrugs) Not as good as the movie, but not bad.
JESS: (moving closer, laying down on her right side and propping her head on her hand with her elbow on the rug. Her head hovers over her DAD's right knee) Read me some.
DAD: (chuckles and shakes his head) Not this part. Too racy.
JESS: Racy? You mean sex? There's sex in Jaws?
DAD: (nods, smiling) Yeah, and it's way too racy for you.
JESS: (frowning) Come on. I'm eighteen now and I know almost everything about sex. Just read it to me. I'm bored.
DAD: No way. Your mom would kill us both. And, yes, you're eighteen, but you lead a very sheltered life so it's probably illegal to read you this in some states and there is no way you know almost everything about sex. Your mom doesn't allow you to do shit. I feel guilty just saying the word sex around you.
JESS: Read it to me anyway. Mom's passed out. Besides, I won't tell if you won't. Just read me a little bit of it, pleeeease. I'm really bored, and now I want to hear it more than ever.
DAD: (frowning) Okay, but I'm skipping the bad parts.
DAD reads to himself, lips silently moving, snickers, shakes his head and skims down. He turns the page. Reads silently then winces.
DAD: (shaking head) No way, Jess. They're all bad parts.
JESS: Oh, come on! What are they doing a blowjob?
DAD: Hey! Language! No. It doesn't matter. I can't read this to you.
JESS: That sucks!
Jessica giggles and slaps his thigh.
JESS: Get it? A blowjob. That sucks. (laughs, squeezing her hand on DAD's thigh and rocking her body, shakes head as laughter trails off)
DAD: (frowns and flips pages) I'll find something age appropriate to read you.
JESS: (pouting) But I want to hear about the blowjob.
DAD: No! I'm not reading that.
JESS: Aha! So it was a blowjob! Blowjobs are nothing. They're not even sex. It's just kissing in a different place.
DAD: It is sex! And will you stop saying that word? I'll read the next chapter.
JESS: Blowjob, blowjob, blowjob.
DAD: (exasperated) If your mom heard you right now... just stop.
JESS: Why? You and mom are always saying sex is beautiful as long as two people love each other. Then you both freak out whenever I ask questions or say anything about sex. I have to find out everything from my friends at school.
DAD: (smirks) Well, that's a time honored tradition. Everyone finds out about sex from their friends at school.
JESS: But what if my friends don't know... certain stuff? Shouldn't I be able to ask you or mom?
DAD: (shrugs, still scanning pages) Yeah, sure, but you should get those answers from your mom, not me.
JESS: But mom freaks out when I ask her things. She would kill me if I asked her this question, but it's like... I am just really curious, Daddy. So why can't you tell me?
DAD: (sighs and shuts the book, putting it in his lap) Okay. One question, Jess, and then we stop talking about sex. What's this thing you are so curious about?
JESS: Really? And you will really answer it... without freaking out?
DAD: (nods) Sure. I will answer it without freaking out. One single question. Shoot.
JESS: Okay (smiles and twirls her pony tail) What does cum taste like?
DAD: (gasps, shocked and does a double take, furrows brow and glares sternly at Jessica) Why the hell would you ask me that? That's sick!
JESS: (frowns, stops twirling hair) You said you wouldn't freak out. You are freaking out.
DAD: (closes mouth, loses angry expression and sits back against the wall, exhaling loudly.) You're right. I freaked out.
JESS: Yes, you did. Are you going to answer me?
DAD: (grimacing) This really is a question for your mom. (snickers) You're mom certainly knows that answer.
JESS: Really? But she told me she never did a blowjob before... in one of our sex talks... where I can't ask her any questions or she freaks out. She said good girls don't ever do blowjobs and she never did that before.
DAD: (chuckles) Yeah, she has.
JESS: (annoyed) So she lied to me?
DAD: (nods, grinning) Oh, she lied alright.
JESS: She did a blowjob to you once?
DAD: (uncomfortable, winces) A lot more than once.
JESS: (giggles) Does she masturbate, too?
DAD: (shrugs) Doesn't everybody?
JESS: You masturbate?
DAD: (nods)
JESS: How often?
DAD: Every day. Not yet today, but usually every day.
JESS: (snickers and slaps his knee) Me, too! Where do you do it?
DAD: Usually in the bathroom.
JESS: ME, TOO! (pauses, looking upset) Mom said she never masturbates right after she caught me masturbating in the bathtub. She said everyone does it, but she doesn't. Mom does that, too, doesn't she?
DAD: I don't know, Jess, probably, but I never caught her.
JESS: (shaking head) She only talked with me about sex a few times and everything she told me was a lie. And the few times I tried to ask stuff she got furious. That's why I need to talk to you about this stuff. You don't freak out and at least you tell me the truth. So... what's the answer to my question?
DAD: I can't tell you that, Jessica.
JESS: Come on, Dad. You said you would answer it. I REALLY REALLY need to know.
DAD: It isn't that I won't answer, Jess, I just don't know what it tastes like. I never drank... err, or tasted any cum. And why the hell would you even NEED to know that anyway?
JESS: I have two girlfriends at school who say they tasted cum before. One says she likes it and that it tastes sweet, like bananas. The other one says she hates it and it tastes awful, like piss. I want to know which one is lying.
DAD: Well, sounds like they're both lying to me.
JESS: Why?
DAD: (shrugs) First off, they're probably younger than you and they both go to that frigging convent of a Catholic school you attend. So, chances are neither of them ever actually tasted it and are just making that up or repeating things they heard. Secondly, I never heard either of those descriptions. Most women say it's salty and has a very distinct taste. Most hate the taste, so it probably doesn't taste like bananas. But some don't seem to mind the taste at all, so it definitely doesn't taste like piss. (shrugs) It smells a little bit like windex, or maybe sort of a faint bleach smell and it's very slimy, like raw eggs. That's probably what makes women disgusted, the texture, not really the taste. Now, does that answer your question, honey?
JESS: You smelled it before? What, when you masturbate in the bathroom?
DAD: It gets on my hands sometimes, so yeah, I smelled it.
JESS: What do you do with it afterward?
DAD: I usually wipe it off with tissues and flush it, or sometimes wash it off wherever it falls, like on the sink or the toilet.
JESS: (serious looking, swallows hard) Do you think... do you think you could... leave me some... on the sink... next time?
DAD: Leave you--? Why would I... (a look of shocked realization suddenly on his face) For you, you mean to taste? No way! That's sick!
JESS: No it isn't. And you are freaking out again. I told you I am just really curious. Come on, Daddy. I need to know what it tastes like. You throw it all away anyway. Why not leave some for me? I want to taste it even more now.
DAD: Of course I'm freaking out. That's just plain wrong, Jessica. You can't drink my-- You can't drink that! (whispering) That's just as bad as... well, just as bad as you giving me a blowjob.