"I can't believe we finally graduated. I am so ready to get out of this place. So long high school and hello college boys."
Grace looked over at her friend Mallory and quirked a brief smile at her enthusiasm for college boys. Neither Grace nor her best friend have had much experience with boys in high school, but it was clear that Mallory was looking for the chance to meet some more.
They left the graduation ceremony earlier this afternoon and headed to the mall with the rest of the seniors for one last hang before they all went their separate ways. Grace wasn't big on hanging out with the other kids from school. Other than Mallory, everyone else was just a good acquaintance from either her dance troop or her classes. But she didn't want to miss out on her last chance to do something normal before her whole life changed.
Soon she would be moving to a school on the other side of the state for college. While she was excited to start the next phase of her life, she was anxious about leaving home. She chewed on her plump lower lip, sweeping some of her dark, wavy hair out of her eyes, and glanced back at Mallory.
Mallory was perched on the edge of a table in the food court, leaning back and propping herself up on her hands. Her chest was thrust out in this position, showing off her curves and the swell of her D cups. Grace appreciated her friend's curves as they closely matched her own. She didn't have an athletic build and often compared herself to the other girls in school, ultimately feeling inadequate. Boys weren't interested in curvy girls. The high school boys always went for the toned girls with tan lines.
Luckily for Grace, though, her best friend had enough confidence for the both of them. Mallory was always encouraging Grace to embrace her curves like she did. And though she said she was done with high school boys, it was clear Mallory wouldn't turn anyone down if they came up to her now, sitting with every curve on display.
"Are you sure you're ready for college boys?" Grace asked. "I heard that all they are interested in is sex. How will you know if you are ready? And wouldn't it be more difficult to do it with someone you don't really know?"
"Duh. I'm planning to lose my virginity before I leave. I have my eyes set on Travis."
"Travis your next-door neighbor?"
"Yep." Mallory declared, popping the p with a loud smack.
"We've had this flirty banter for years. I've known him half my life, and what it comes down to most is that I trust him. I know that he wouldn't hurt me and would want me to enjoy it. I bet it's going to be epic."
Grace pondered this. She didn't have a boy in her life who was a close friend, let alone someone she would trust with the most precious gift she had to offer a man. She didn't really have any prominent males in her life, except...
No. She couldn't think about it.
But no matter how much she wanted the thoughts to go away, they started coming faster and faster, filling her mind and setting her stomach fluttering.
Her father.
She had always found her father attractive. He was tall, nearly six feet, with golden sun-kissed skin from all that time working outdoors with his shirt off. Thick, wavey dark hair swept across his brow, and a chiseled jaw bore a permanent scruff peppered across the lower half of his handsome face. To think about him sexually, though? She had never done that before, but now it was like she couldn't stop.
Grace started blushing. Rosey undertones stood out prominently on her creamy pale complexion.
"What's that look for?" Mallory asked. "You have someone in mind too, don't you? Spill. Who is it?"
Grace looked away, casting her long dark lashes down. She couldn't say these thoughts to her best friend, could she?
"Come on, Grace. Tell me. Please? I promise I won't say anything. I'm your best friend, I would never betray you like that."
Grace had to tell someone these thoughts before they consumed her and she believed Mallory when she said she wouldn't tell.
"Well..." Grace started. "The only man I have in my life that I would trust with sex is, well, my father." She turned her head away, not wanting to see the judgment on her best friend's face.
"Holy. Shit!"
Grace whipped her head around to see Mallory's blue eyes open wide in shock.
"That is so hot."
"Really?"
"OMG, yes!! Your dad is a sexy beast. Whenever I come over to your house, he is always working outside with his shirt off and all those muscles. So lickable."
"Mallory!"
"Whaaaatt? Come on. Clearly, you've noticed too. And he is such a sweetie. Always checking in on you when we're doing homework and seeing if you need anything. God, I bet he would be so gentle with you, but also like, strong, you know? Like you know he'll take care of you."
Grace gave a secret smile. She had been having the exact same thoughts.
"Okay, so what do I do though? There is no way he would be on board with this."
Mallory squinted her eyes in thought. "Hmmm... Well, seeing as you turned 18 a couple of months ago, you have the legal thing going for you. Aside from the dirtiness of doing it with your dad, I mean." She smirked. "So being over legal age should help ease his mind. And you know he would do anything for you. Just show him what a total babe you are. Wear your most sexy outfits around him, brush up against him accidentally," - Mallory did air quotes around that last word - "and try to create an opportunity where the two of you have some alone time. Aren't you going to the lakehouse with your family this summer?"
"Yes." Grace nodded. "That could be the perfect time. I just have to think of a way to get rid of my mom for a few hours."
Grace was confident. This summer, she was going to give her dad the best, most precious gift that a daughter could give her father. Her virginity.
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Tom took the handkerchief out of the back pocket of his gray running shorts and dabbed his brow and the top of his chest. He had just completed a 5-mile run around the lake, his ritual on most mornings up at the lakehouse, and paused to take in the view of the lake and his wife and daughter sunning on the dock.
