Purity Lost

It's not easy being the parent of a teenager these days, especially of a teenage girl. They all want to dress like tramps and every time they go out to a party you're worried they they're going to get drunk or high, or worse. I like to think of myself as an involved father and I make sure to keep up on the trends kids are into these days. I remember being horrified when I read about "rainbow" parties and when those multicolored gasket bracelets were in the news I checked my daughter's wrists every time she came from her mother's.

Luckily for me, my daughter Emily is a good girl. She's smart and has a good head on her shoulders so I've never had to worry about her getting in trouble. Of course that doesn't mean I don't worry. Just because Emily isn't looking for trouble doesn't mean that the boys around her are going to behave themselves. I was a teenage boy once and I know what it's like. I think from the time I was fifteen until I was out of college the only thing on my mind was getting laid. I got a hard on every time I looked at a pretty girl. Hell, I still want to bang every sexy woman I see. And my Emily is a very pretty girl. Trust me, I'm not just saying that because I'm her father. She's very petite and has that blonde hair, blue eye girl-next-door look. She also looks a couple years younger than her age. Emily is a dead ringer for her mother at that age, except she doesn't have her mother's nasty disposition, thank God. If my ex was as sweet as my daughter I'd still be married.

Emily has had boyfriends from the time she was sixteen and I gave them all the evil eye and let them know that if any harm came to my daughter they would not live to regret it. They were good boys from the church, but I know that doesn't necessarily mean anything. When all your blood rushes down below you can convince yourself anything is right. No, I don't trust the boys my daughter dates, but I do trust her. When she was thirteen we went through a Purity Ceremony where she promised to remain chaste until marriage.

Although it was five years ago, I still remember that night like it was yesterday. Emily looked so beautiful in her gown and there were tears in my eyes as I held her hand by candlelight and she pledged to remain a virgin until marriage and to be obedient to my authority. I know a lot of you are probably rolling your eyes. A teenage girl remaining obedient to her father? Well, Emily and I have a great relationship. I never have to discipline her and she's still excited to come over on the weekends. And I believe the virgin part because I trust Emily. She just isn't that kind of girl. I know that if she had trouble keeping her promise she would come to me to talk about it.

It turns out my faith in Emily was justified to because she recently came to talk me to and that night changed everything. I love my daughter more than ever, but things will never be the same between us.

Friday nights have been our special nights ever since her mother and I divorced. She goes on dates or sees her friends on Saturday nights, but our Friday nights have always been sacrosanct. Emily usually arrives around seven, she's more punctual now that she drivers herself, and we have Chinese takeout and watch a movie. Sure I've a lot of movies I had no interest in, but the important thing is that I am spending time with Emily. And besides, there are some hot young women in some of those movies. Don't tell me you weren't checking out Eliza Dusku in her bikini in Bring It On, or that full lipped beauty from The Princess Diaries. I know I might sound like a dirty old man, but just because I'm over forty doesn't mean I don't notice and besides, those girls are just playing teenagers. Knowing she was in The Devil Wears Prada, I didn't mind that Emily chose that for movie night.

"Em, do you want me to put the movie in?" I called out to her. She was in the kitchen putting cartons of leftovers into the fridge.

"In a minute, Daddy. I'll be right there."

I slipped the movie into the DVD player anyway, since it takes so long to get through the previews and the FBI warnings. I dimmed the lights and sat on the couch watching some basketball while I waited. Emily looked nervous when she came back and sat on the couch beside me. She held a pillow in her lap and stared at it while she picked at the edges.

"What is it, honey?" I prompted.

"I want to talk to you about something and I don't want you to get mad. You always said I could come to you about anything. "

"You can."

"And I've never lied to you and I don't want to start now."

"This is sounding serious. Look at me, Em."

Emily flitted those baby blues up to me, but looked right back down at the pillow in her lap. I could tell this was important to her.

"In the fall I'll be going away to school and a lot of things are going to be changing. It's a little scary, going out on my own for the first time, but I'm so excited about it, too."

I was all too aware that my little girl was going to be gone soon. I'm still in denial that she's a young woman now and I don't like to think about her being on her own out there at college. I tried to convince her to go to a local school, at least for the first year, but her mother filled her with all kinds of stories about her time in college and I know it made an impression on Emily. Her mother was no angel when she was younger and I didn't like the kinds of thoughts she could be putting in our daughter's head.

"I know, honey. I just hope you don't forget about your dear, old dad here at home while you're out there spreading your wings."

"I would never! I love you, Daddy, you know that. I always will, too. You'll always be the most important man in my life."

It warmed my heart to hear that.

"But I am going to be out there on my own and I want to be able to experience everything I can. I don't want to be held back. Do you know what I mean, Daddy?"

"Emily, you know how I feel about drinking and drugs. I understand if you go to a college party they're going to be there and I don't suppose a beer would hurt you, but you have to be careful, honey. Never leave your drink unattended or accept an open drink from a guy."

"Daddy, I know all that stuff and I don't like the way beer tastes anyway." She saw the look I gave her and said, "I just tried it. I don't get drunk. But that's not what I was talking about."

"Then what is it, Em?"

"It's about the promise I made you. I understand it's important to respect myself and not sleep around, but I talk to my girlfriends and I feel so inexperienced. It makes me feel like a little girl."

I almost fell over. I appreciate that Emily felt like she could come to me with something like that, but it honestly wasn't a conversation I ever thought we would have. Come to think of it, we had never talked about sex since the Purity Ceremony. I didn't think it necessary to talk to her about safe sex since I was confident she was saving herself anyway. Now she was having second thoughts and I had to help her stay strong.

"Emily, just having sex doesn't make you a woman."

"I know that, Daddy, but..."

"And just because all your friends are doing something doesn't mean you have to. I don't want to sound like a cliché, but would you follow them off a bridge? Your virginity is something very special and you shouldn't want to give it away to just anyone."

"I don't. I mean, I'm not even planning on it. It's just if I meet someone and something happens I don't want to feel like I'm betraying you or hurting you."

"Oh honey," I said, grabbing her in a strong hug. "It's not about me. You could never betray me anyway. It's about having respect for yourself and not doing something just to do it. Once you've given that to a boy you can't ever take it back."

"I promise, I don't want to give my purity to the first boy that gets me hot. It's special and I know my first time should only be with someone special, someone I know won't hurt me."

I was relieved to hear it. At least my ex's influence hadn't totally destroyed our little girl. "It sounds like we're really on the same page, Em. I just happen to think that that special man will be your husband."

Emily giggled. "Daddy, you know that you'll never think anyone is good enough for me."

"That's probably true, but I do want to see you happy."

"Good, because I want you to help me."

"I'd do anything for you, Em. You know that."

Nothing in my life prepared me for what happened next. One moment Emily was sitting there looking just as sweet as can be and the next she dropped the pillow to the floor and lunged across the couch, engaging me in a passionate kiss. I was so startled I didn't even react. I don't think I could comprehend that it was daughter straddling me and kissing like that. Her tongue wormed against my lips and I grabbed her by the arms. Lifting her off of me took hardly any effort, since Emily is probably a hundred pounds soaking wet.

"What do you think you're doing?" I put her down on her knees on the couch in front of me.

"I want to give it to you. My virginity." She looked so earnest, so sure of herself. What the hell was she thinking?

"Emily, honey, you know that is so wrong of every level. And even if it wasn't completely morally wrong, it also happens to be illegal."

"I don't think the cops are about to bust down the door."

"That isn't the point, and don't be flip, young lady. How did you ever get such an idea?"

"You know my friend Charlotte? We've talked about it a lot and it makes sense to both of us."

I know Charlotte very well. She'd been best friends with my daughter since grade school. They both participated in the same Purity Ceremony and were still thick as thieves, even to this day. They were even going off to the same college in the fall. Charlotte had always been wilder than my Emily, sort of the yin to her yang. Don't get me wrong, I think she's a good kid, but I know she likes to push the envelope. I would never let Emily go out in some of the outfits I've seen Charlotte wearing. I remember once Charlotte was wearing this tight little jumper dress that was way too short and the blouse she wore with it left little to the imagination. I didn't have to imagine what the boys would think when they went out because I was thinking the same thing, even though I was ashamed of myself, but just for a second. If Charlotte was going to put it out there I shouldn't feel guilty for looking. No matter how old I am and how young she may be, that doesn't stop the pure animal reaction. It's not like I touched the girl, I just checked her out when she wasn't looking.

"Well Charlotte already did it," Emily went on. She must have taken my slack jawed stare for misunderstanding, because she added, "She made love to her dad the other night. She told me all about it."

I knew Charlotte's father, Steve, very well and just couldn't see him doing that. Would he really screw his daughter? Would he take her virginity? That wasn't the guy I knew. Maybe Charlotte lied to Emily to trap her into doing something crazy. "I don't believe it," I told my daughter. "Steve isn't that kind of guy."

"Mr. Johansson is just a man like everyone else and Charlotte is sexy. I know even you've noticed, Daddy. And he loves his daughter, so it's only natural. Besides, I made Charlotte prove it to me before I would go through with my part. She recorded it on her cell phone. I heard them."

"It's anything but natural. A father with his daughter is the most unnatural thing in the world."

I was so confused that I hadn't really noticed Emily creeping closer during our improbable conversation. Her hand was on my thigh and moving higher. Before I knew it, Emily was rubbing my cock through my jeans and God help me I was getting hard. I pushed her hand away, but she just moved closer and put her hand over mine, like an oddly reassuring gesture. When she put her other hand back on my crotch and held me back and I was finding it hard to fend her off without using force and the last thing I wanted was to hurt her. I could feel my cock filling and plumping up as she rubbed it. I tried to tell myself to stop it, that this was my daughter touching me, but my body was not listening to my brain. Emily seemed to really know what she was doing and I didn't want to know where she learned it.

"It's the most natural thing in the world, Daddy. Think about it. I love you more than any other man. You're not just my father, you're my protector, my model for how men should be. You are the one man I know won't hurt me and be patient and gentle. I pledged myself to you when I was just a girl. Now I want you to make me a woman."

Her logic was sound, proving that you can twist any set of facts to fit your agenda. No wonder my girl is the star of the debate team. Her rubbing of my cock was also clouding my judgment. I wasn't trying to push Emily away any longer. I actually opened my legs so she could kneel in front of me while she rubbed me. It felt so good to be touched there. It had been so long since I was with a woman. I like to think I'm an attractive guy and I keep in shape, but unless you go out to bars how are you supposed to meet a woman when you're in your forties? I have Emily every weekend and I work like a dog during the week. There is no time for a social life. I even tried the online dating thing, but gave up after a couple months.

"Emily you have to know this is wrong," I protested as she closed in on me.

"It's perfectly right to me, Daddy," she said, kissing me.

"Honey, I can't..."

Emily smiled and kissed me again. She grasped my cock harder and it surged in her hand. "It feels like you're perfectly capable to me, Daddy."

She was right there. My body had already decided what it wanted. My cock wanted this sexy teen whether she was my daughter or not. When Emily's lips descended to mine again I did not resist or put her away. My arms went around my daughter and I embraced her while pushing my tongue between her sweet lips. Emily was a very good kisser and again I tried not to think about how she gained the experience. It was so strange, grabbing my daughter's tight little ass, but it felt good and firm and when she wiggled it for me I grew bolder, kneading it roughly.

While I was busy marveling over her ass, Emily was busy herself, unfastening my jeans. She plunged her hand inside, pushing past the waistband of my boxers, and grabbed my cock. Her smooth hand was cool, but my hot prick warmed it quickly. She tried jacking me off, but it was awkward with my cock being dry and half in, half out of my jeans. She remedied that by pulling my jeans down so my cock popped up and pointed up at my bellybutton.

"I love you, Daddy," Emily said, leaning forward for another kiss before she got low, with that tight ass pointed in the air, and started kissing my cock all over. I could not believe how aggressive she was.

Her lips felt unreal and her pink tongue peeked out for a lick here and there as she kissed her way up and down my shaft. Emily stared at me with those crystal clear blue eyes when she took me in her mouth and just sucked on the head. Holy crap, I almost lost it right there. The sight of my beautiful, innocent daughter with her lips wrapped around me, cheeks hollowed while she sucked was mind blowing. I felt instant shame, but the incredible pleasure she gave me washed it away. She slipped down further and further, able to swallow over half my cock and she used her hand on the rest, like she was feeding me into her mouth. I groaned and laid my head back, but I could not take my eyes off of her. Emily's long, blond hair was held back by an elastic headband, so there was nothing to impede my view. She sucked faster and harder, soaking my shaft and slurping at it in the manner of a skilled cocksucker. Obviously this was not the first time my little girl had done this. In fact she was so good that it only took a few minutes of her sweet sucking before I lost it.

I tried to warn Emily and pull her away, but she was stubborn and wouldn't let me go. She kept me in her mouth as I moaned, "Oh God, Em," and shot my load. She worked me with her tongue and kept swallowing and sucking until she drained me of every last drop. My heart was beating so hard I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Emily finally released me with a smack of her lips. She took a deep drink of her Coke from the coffee table and then straddled me and kissed me hard.

"That was incredible, Em," I said, stroking her hair and looking into those confident eyes.

"Thank you, Daddy. I'm so glad you liked it. I really didn't want to disappoint you."

"You could never disappoint me. You are an amazing young woman and you certainly seemed to know what you were doing. Wow."

Emily giggled and kissed me before answering the question I couldn't ask. "How do you think I've stayed a virgin so long? I don't think I would have kept a boyfriend for more than five minutes if I didn't do something to get him off. Hand jobs get old after a while, so you do what you have to. Besides, I really like doing it. I feel like I'm in control and I love to make someone I care about happy. Did I make you happy, Daddy?"

"More than you know, honey."

It was shocking to hear my daughter talking so frankly about sex and sucking cock, but that's the way teens are today, I guess. It's just that when I thought of my girl remaining pure, I did not figure blowjobs into the equation. There was nothing less pure in my mind than Emily in the backseat of some car sucking off her boyfriend. But Emily was proud of her skill, as well she should have been. Her mother was never that enthusiastic about it and swallowing was out of the question. Now that Emily had taken me this far I knew I was committed to go all the way. Really, I found I wanted to. She did make me feel so good and I wanted to return the favor. I would do everything I could to make sure her first time was good.

"Let's go into my bedroom."

I turned on the stand lamp by the door, but lowered the dimmer until the light was soft. Somehow I don't think I could make love to my daughter under bright, glaring light. I took Emily's hand and led her to the side of the bed and we just stood there kissing and touching each other for I don't know how long before I undressed her. Her sweater was followed onto the floor by the tight, long-sleeved t-shirt she wore underneath and then her blue, softly padded bra. Emily's breasts were small, but beautiful, capped by little pink nipples, which pointed stiffly upward. I covered them with my hands and God those little mounds were impossibly firm. In all these years I'd forgotten just how firm and perfect a teenage girl's body really was. I replaced my hands with my mouth, kiss and sucking them. Emily arched her back, pushing her chest at my mouth while holding my head and raking her fingers through my hair. I flicked my tongue across her hard little nipple, making her shake and moan, "Oh, Daddy." While my mouth was busy, my hands were not idle. I snapped her low rise jeans and pushed them down her hips, taking her skimpy panties with them.

Emily lay in the middle of the bed and looked up at me expectantly. I drank her in while I shed my own clothes and I could not believe how sexy and fragile she looked at the same time. As I said, my daughter is legal, but she looks younger, partially because she is so petite. Her hips were so narrow, her tummy concave when she lay down like that. Her perfect little breasts sat high and pert on her chest and she pulled her headband off, shaking her hair out so it fanned around her head on the pillows. I traced down the lines of her body and was shocked to find no hair between her legs. She must have shaved it because there was not a trace. Emily must have seen me staring.

"I shave it all off, Daddy. I think it's sexier that way."