“Like I was saying…you can take your own route. You can marry a rich man, easily. You can make your own money intimidating people with how you look. You can make money modelling, you can sleep with your professors to get straight A’s, sleep with your landlord to get the rent That isn’t the average girl, even if so many think they have what it takes. You’re it, you’re the ‘it’ girl. And I’ve known that about you for years, and so has your mom. We see it in how people interact with you.”
“But you never wanted to fuck me?”
My brow jerked as I yelled “No!” For a moment my pervert side totally receded and I was a father again. Maybe all I wanted this entire time was a little emotional honesty with my daughter. Well, no, I wanted to suck on her tits and cum inside her while she did a dance move that would make a stripper jealous. I shouldn’t romanticize anything.
“Never for one second. Never. It was seeing you dance, it turned me into somebody else. And now I have to go my whole life knowing I practically raped my daughter.”
She shook her head, “You didn’t rape me. I kind of hung that over your head so you’d feel guilty, I shouldn’t have done that. The second you walked in the living room, I knew you were there, I felt your presence. It couldn’t have been anyone else, I knew it was you. And in the moment, I liked that you were watching me dance. I didn’t know if you were waiting to tap me on the shoulder to yell at me, but it didn’t matter, because it felt good to have a man look over me when I was being…you know, free. I could have opened my eyes just then and embarrassed us both, but I didn’t. When you made your little move, I could have hit you in the balls and shoved you off. I didn’t. I had my chance, and I was horny. I’m almost glad I barely had time to react. It was way, way, way too strong of a come-on, but…I was in control.”
I didn’t know if she was telling herself that, or if it was true. It did make me feel better.
I continued, “Anyways…listen. In today’s world, you can use sex as a weapon. Sure, I’d like to see you run off and marry a guy and wait to make love until you’re married, all the while being a dynamo in your career, that’s a comforting fantasy. But for a woman who looks the way you do, it just isn’t as hard to get what you want. If you’re safe, and you’re smart, sex is something you can hold in your back pocket. Try to be a smart person and work hard for what you want, but if you need to use it, do it. Other women will, so you have to be willing to go the distance if you deeply, truly want something. It’s just how the real world works.”
I wasn’t sure if I’d given the most candid or simply the worst advice a father can give his daughter. She shook her head, “And yet I have to sit through assemblies at school about abstinence and staying true to yourself.”
I sighed, “I wish that were all true. In a perfect world it would be.”
She nodded, “OK, so back to the start, let me do this. Drop your towel.”
She motioned to me and I hesitated. “Come on big boy, no more secrets, drop the towel. Or I tell mom.”
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