As we’ve being seeing more of each other I like to tell people that I love Steve but realistically I’m mature enough to know that I don’t love him in a true romantic way the way my mom loves my dad. Do I have a crush on the older boy who was fucking me… heck yes! Is he the love of my life and my future husband… no, at least not yet at this stage of our relationship. Despite his rather formidable reputation he’s earned with the girls he’s been with in the past, when he is with me Steve is always a gentleman. I love that he always makes me feel special when we have sex. I’m so lucky to have a guy like him at a time of my life dominated by “firsts”, someone who won’t take advantage of my naivety. Gradually over time my feelings for him may mature to a deeper form of love but at this point I’m simply infatuated with the guy.
It’s been two months since our first time and Steve is still the only guy I’ve had sex with. Thanks to Steve’s eagerness to tell everyone about us my popularity has surged like a rocket with all the boys at school. As such my friends can’t understand why I’m not “branching out”. Oh sure it would be easy to go out with other guys and indeed I’ve turn down a lot of offers. For now I’m happy enjoying the thrill of finally having guys look at me like I’m sexy, leering at me and making lewd comments. So long as Steve is satisfying me why complicate things? Why kill the golden goose as they say! I trust Steve totally and enjoy having sex with him so I’m quite pleased with my life at the moment.
Thankfully my parents have been great and supportive of me during this time of change. They both encourage me in their own ways. My mom is best when it comes to listening to me tell her about my most recent date with Steve. Afterwards she typically offer suggestions and tips for how I might make our next date even better. My dad has always enjoyed buying me cute outfits but they were usually just for wearing at home so I could pose for his private photo collection. Once I was started sex on a regular basis he took me out to Victoria’s Secrets and bought me some sexy bra and panty sets to wear out on dates. It was sort of funny as in the past the last thing he ever wanted me to wear were bras and panties! He also likes taking me out for new bikinis and other outfits to keep Steve’s eyes on me.
Once Steve was really pleased with a new bikini I was wearing and he made a comment about thanking my mom for letting me buy it. I corrected him, telling him my dad had been the one to pick it out and Steve gave me the weirdest look! Although he didn’t say anything I couldn’t forget about it so after that I didn’t mention anything about my dad buying my clothes. Boy, if Steve couldn’t understand why my dad would buy me sexy string bikinis, imagine if he’s see the latest baby doll nightie I posed in just a few weeks earlier! I guess he just figured most dads are super protective of their daughters but make no mistake of it, my dad WAS all that… and more.
For example, my dad is obsessed with my safety, even more so now that I was having sex. He made it clear from the start that he would much rather that Steve and I fool around upstairs in my bedroom than sneak off and do it in the backseat of his mom’s car in some parking lot where God only knew who might see us or what else might happen. I suppose given Steve’s family situation it was only natural that the first few times I invited him up to my bedroom while my dad was home that he felt a bit intimidated and self-conscious (to put it mildly). It took a bit of coaxing but eventually his horniness overcame his shyness and since then he’s become a frequent visitor.