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New Storyline to add....First Date

An angry Chrissy reflected on how she was 16 years old and she hadn't been on a single date.

It wasn't because she was unpopular. Lots of kids at her school liked her and wanted to be around her.

It wasn't because she was ugly. Her 5" 6" frame supported breasts that were a handful each, tipped with sharp little pencil eraser sized nipples just made to suck on. Below that were her thin waist and hips that any baby-bearing woman would love to have. Her cute little pussy lips were pink and plump and nestled just below fine wisps of black pubic hair. Her face was gorgeous. She was a knockout.

No, the reason Chrissy had never been on a date was because of her father, one Stephen Lye by name.

He wasn't mean or anything. He just remembered what he tried to do with 16-year-old girls when he was, say 14 through 20. For that matter he lusted after Chrissy's friends regularly and would gladly plow their sweet teen furrows if it didn't mean he would end up in prison. He knew what boys thought about when they looked at his daughter, and he had decided a long time ago that she wasn't going to be exposed to groping strangers out for a quick fuck and then on to the next girl.

To be fair, any boy she wanted to spend time with was welcome to come to the house and they could watch TV, or make something to eat, or play board games on the dining room table. Anything except be alone, especially in a bedroom.

Adding to the problem was Chrissy's brother Samuel. He was 18 and a tackle on the football team. He was a big, big boy and nobody wanted to mess with him. He made it known when Chrissy was just a freshman that any guy who messed with his sister sexually was dead meat. Period. He was encouraged in this attitude by his father. Chrissy had no mother to intercede for her. Her mother had run off with a biker gang when Chrissy was only three.

The end result of all this "protection" by her father was that he had erred in his judgment - seriously erred.

For, you see, Chrissy had no experience with groping boys at all. She had never been kissed, never been petted and for sure had never had a boy's mouth or fingers anywhere near her sweet little pussy. No boy even tried to sneak off to a dark corner with her. They danced with her - properly apart from her soft body, of course. But they never tried to get in her panties. And, because of this, she just flat didn't believe that boys really tried to do any of those things. As far as she was concerned, it was all a big fairy tale her father had concocted just to justify his stupid rules.

She had just told him that, in fact. She had told him in a loud voice that some might even have called a scream. Her face was red, and her delightful bosom was heaving. Her father was sitting in his lounger with a smug look on his face. He knew what boys tried to do.

"Chrissy, darling," he said calmly. "I know what boys want to do to you, because I was a boy once upon a time and I tried all the things that boys always try with girls. I tried the lines, I tried getting them drunk, I tried begging for sympathy - all of it. And I got my dick wet plenty, I'll tell you that!" He jerked his head, somewhat startled that he had admitted that to his nubile teenage daughter.

"Oh bullshit!" Chrissy yelled. "Just bullshit, Daddy. Boys don't want those things anymore. Maybe they did when you were young, but boys are polite nowadays, since women's lib and all that stuff. You're old fashioned Daddy and it's not fair. I don't get to do anything!" she wailed.

Stephen frowned. "Chrissy!" he barked. "That will be enough of that kind of language. I'm not wrong about this and I think I can prove it."

"Oh reeaaallly," Chrissy drawled. "I would like to see that, Daddy. I really would."

Stephen thought for a minute. "All right. But you have to do whatever I say, okay?"

Chrissy was puzzled. She always did what her father told her to. "What do you mean?" she asked warily.

"I think I can prove to you what boys want, and what that causes girls to want, but you'll have to do some things that you might not otherwise be willing to do," he said, like that explained everything. "Look," he said impatiently. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do, Daddy," she said.

"Okay, then, just keep on trusting me, even if it seems weird, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," she said.

"Sam!" yelled her father.

A distant call came back "What?"

"Come down here!" yelled her father.

A moment later Sam, came bounding down the stairs. He was dressed in the usual, sweat shorts and a tank top.

"What's up Dad?" he said. He nodded to Chrissy.

"I need you to do something for me," he said. "I want you to tell Chrissy ... I mean us, what goes through a boy's mind when he's on a date with a girl he likes."

"Um ... I don't understand," said Sam.

This wasn't technically true. Sam pretty well knew what he thought about every girl he took out. He hoped each one would turn out to be a cumslut who would spread her legs for him without asking. Why else would a guy take a girl out? But he didn't think that's what his father wanted to hear. And, since he didn't know the right answer to the question at hand, he played the ignorance card.

"Chrissy doesn't believe that boys she goes out with would actually want to have sex with her," said Stephen.

Two things happened almost instantly for Sam. First, all the times Sam had tried to peek at his sister, to see her naked, and all the times he had furiously beat his meat while thinking about her naked, flashed through his mind. He knew how desirable she was as a woman. And he was her brother!

Second, he couldn't help but reflect on the mental image that came to his mind concerning the concept of "boys wanting to have sex with Chrissy". In this case, the last boy Sam had seen Chrissy with came to mind. That was Mark, who bragged about what a fabulous cocksman he was. The fact that Mark was only with Chrissy because she stopped to help him pick up some spilled papers didn't come into play.