AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18. Also I haven't written anything in a long time, so a review would be very appreciated.
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It was a hot summer night when my daughter came home crying. My wife Becca and I were lying in bed watching some trashy TV when we heard the door slam and our daughter Sasha storm off to her room, followed by another slam. Becca and I shared a look of concern before I gave her a kiss and told her I'd take care of it. Becca nodded but still looked worried, it wasn't like Sasha to act like this but we both knew it was best if I was the first person for her to talk to. Sasha loved her mother, but she's always been a "Daddy's Girl".
Slipping out of bed I threw on a tee shirt and headed down the hall towards Sasha's room. Just before I knocked when I heard the sobbing from the other side of the door and my breath caught in my throat. Sasha had been on a date tonight and if she's reacting like this there's only a few things I can think of that would have happened, and most of those would mean her boyfriend is now her ex, or soon to be. Gently I knocked on the door and softly called "Hey there Kiddo, heard you come in. Sounds like your night wasn't that good. Want to talk about it?"
The crying softened and a moment later the door opened. I had seen my daughter distressed before, stressed out of her mind about finals, bone weary exhausted from a 12-hour shift at her summer job, screaming in pain from a broken arm when she slipped at the pool, but I had never seen her like this. Sasha's makeup was streaked down her face and her eyes were so puffy I wondered how she had even managed to drive home if she had been crying this hard. What stood out the most though was how she held herself. The normally bright and outgoing young woman I saw every day, looked not just hurt, she looked like she was trying to fold in on herself. Even standing there in front of me she fidgeted uncomfortably and nervously tried to straighten her skirt.
Reaching out I pulled my daughter close and wrapped her in a tight hug. "It's OK babygirl. It's OK, let it out. I'm here, I've got you." Whatever bit of tension she had holding her up snapped and Sasha melted into my arms sobbing uncontrollably. After several minutes of her soaking my shirt, we finally made our way to sitting on her bed and a few tissues and deep breaths later she looked like she was finally ready to speak. "So... Do I have to help you hide a body?" Sasha's laugh came out like a bursting dam and with a big grin she shook her head "No. Not yet at least."
We sat on her bed for a few more minutes as Sasha's breathing returned to normal. I waited patiently, knowing she would talk when she was ready. Sasha glanced up at me but quickly averted her eyes and returned her focus to the hem of her skirt. She took a deep, shuddering breath and finally spoke. "Brian and I were supposed to have sex tonight. It was supposed to be my first time."
I tried not to let my surprise show on my face. Not that she was out having sex, but that she hadn't yet. Sasha had always been funny, outgoing and effortlessly charming, and by any standard she was gorgeous. Her mother Becca was what I would call a natural black beauty, hourglass figure, beautiful face, short hair, and flawless, coffee colored skin. Sasha had her mother's face, but her hair was longer with looser curls that flowed over her shoulders, and her skin was closer to caramel. As her father I shouldn't have noticed her figure, it was impossible not to notice. Her mother and I worked out almost every day and Sasha joined in most of the time, but we were both a little jealous of her metabolism given that it seemed effortless for her to maintain a flat stomach, large breasts and full, tight ass. Sasha had had several boyfriends and a few girlfriends throughout high school but none of them seemed to stick around for more than a few weeks. I had always just assumed she had inherited my sex drive and was out having fun.
Becca and I had resolved long to raise our daughter differently than we had been raised and to be as open with her as we could. We had made sure that whatever questions Sasha had, that we would always be supportive, loving, and would never judge her for wanting to live her life in whatever way made her happy. It was tough sometimes, but after twenty years we had gotten pretty good at taking things as they came.
When it became apparent that Sasha wasn't going to offer anything else I finally spoke up. "Supposed to? I'm guessing something happened?"
Sasha squirmed in her seat, still focusing on the hem of her skirt. "Yeah. Um. So, I've done other stuff before, but tonight would have been the first time I let anyone, um, 'down there'"
I wrapped an arm around my daughter and squeezed her shoulders. "Kiddo, I know it's a little awkward, but you don't have to use euphemisms. If you're comfortable enough, then just try and talk to me normally. I promise I've heard it all before. So, you were gonna let Brian stick his dick in you?"
Sasha broke out laughing again. "Yeah. We tried that. Honestly, I haven't let anyone do anything with my, um, my pussy. Like, ok, I guess I'll tell you everything. I've made out with lots of people, a couple of my exes have played with my boobs and even I've gone down on a few guys, and a few girls. I've liked most of that. But for some reason whenever anyone would try and do anything with my pussy it would just feel awkward and uncomfortable. So, I would tell them to stop and most did. The only one who didn't got himself a black eye. Of course, almost all of them who got turned down stopped dating me soon after. I get called a tease and a bitch a lot, and that hurt, but I can deal, y'know."
I saw her hands clenching the fabric of her skirt tight enough turn her knuckles white and I started rubbing her back. "It'll be OK kiddo. I know what they did was shitty, but I'm glad you stood up for yourself. I'm proud of you."
Sasha's hands unclenched and she smiled softly, leaning into the backrub. "Thanks Dad. But anyway, so I really liked Brian and I didn't want things to end with him the same way as the others, so I wanted to try with him. So, things started getting heavy with him and he put his hand up my skirt." Sasha paused and looked up at me. I just smiled and softly nodded for her to continue. "So he's using his hands to play with my... with my pussy, and it just feels weird. Like his fingers were all bony and his nails were sharp, and it just wasn't feeling good at all. Like I wanted it. I wanted him. I was, y'know, wet and ready to go. But it wasn't happening. So, I figured maybe it was just that he didn't know how to do that and I just said 'fuck it' and decided to skip the appetizer and go right to the main course."
Sasha fidget in her seat, and bit her lip. "So, we get naked, he puts on a condom and then he's gonna put it in, and at first it doesn't wanna go. Like his dick was hard and I was wet, and he tried but it was like my pussy just didn't want to let him in. So we tried again and I helped him line it up and everything, but we couldn't get it in. So we were both getting frustrated and then he just took over. He held my legs up and he lined his dick up and he just started putting it in." Tears started falling down her cheeks again. "It hurt dad. It hurt so much. Like I heard that it usually hurts the first time, but this was insane. It felt like I was being ripped apart. I told him to stop. I told him that it hurt, and he just said that I just needed to get used to it. He kept pushing in and it just kept getting worse. I told him to stop again, and I started hitting him and he pulled out. It still hurt after he pulled out. Like it was cramping so bad it felt like I had pulled something." Sasha sniffled and I handed her another tissue before she continued quietly. "It still kinda hurts."
Another minute passed before Sasha continued. "So Brian got all huffy. I tried to tell him how much it hurt but he just didn't understand. He finally gave up after I told him no for the third time. And then he got dressed while telling me that I was either lying or there was something wrong with me. I just sat there and cried for a bit until I finally managed to get dressed and drive home. And now we're here." Sasha smiled weakly. "So that was my night, how's yours been?"
