“No,” he said bluntly. “But it’s the truth. It’s also true that I’ll always be here if you need me.”
“With advice like that, I don’t think I want you around.”
He placed an arm around my shoulders and pulled me against his side. “Too bad, you’re stuck with me.”
“Thanks.” I wrapped my own arms around him truly thankful for his presence. As he often did in the mornings, he was only wearing a pair of boxers and my hands began to absently play with his thick chest hair. “Why can’t all guys be like you?”
His hand began to stroke my side. “They’re out there. It just takes a bit of looking to find them.”
“I know. It just seems like I’ll be a virgin forever.”
“That’s not a bad thing.”
“I know.” Unaware of what I was doing, my hand had slipped lower and was playing with the hair around his belly button. “And I know I shouldn’t worry about what my friends think, it’s just they’re all talking about it and I feel left out.”
I didn’t feel awkward discussing sex with either of my parents because they were open and not judgmental about it with me. As they had with my older sister and brother, they had given me condoms and made sure I knew how to use them. I also had been given the option to start taking birth control pills, but because my periods were regular and because I had been dating that jerk with no intention of having sex anytime soon, I had declined figuring it was one less thing for me to worry about.
“When the time is right, the right guy will come along.”
I took a deep breath and sighed. “I know it’s weird to say, but I wish you were single and younger. You’re the perfect guy, Daddy.”
“I’m flattered, baby girl. You’re so much like your mother that it’d have been difficult to choose between the two of you. And I guess I’d end up the jerk in this relationship because I probably would have dated you for a bit then married your mother.”
I sat up and pulled away from him with a frown. “You’d have sex with me then dump me?”
He shrugged. “Not right away. But yeah. Look at you. You’re a smart, beautiful girl and like most guys, I’d kill to have the chance to be your first. But I also know that I love your mother and would marry her all over again. So, yeah, I’d willingly be a jerk to have a chance with you. I think most guys would.”
Without being conceited, I knew I was attractive so that was never an issue. Standing five feet nine inches tall, I had enough weight on my body to be curvy but not so much that I looked overweight. My breasts were smaller than I would’ve liked on my frame but nicely balanced the curves of my hips and ass. I had inherited my father’s straw colored hair that hung to the middle of my back and my mother’s green eyes which were set in her heart-shaped face. Unfortunately, I had also inherited my father’s thin lips but none of my boyfriends had ever complained when we kissed so I kept that a private complaint.
“I guess that’s okay,” I said reluctantly. It made sense but part of me was hurt that even my father had openly admitted that he would fuck me then dump me.