Norma Egan - Daddy_s bad girl

Judy blushed hotly. "Well, maybe I am, from some people's point of view! I just don't believe in sleeping around, that's all!"

Guy touched her chin with big callused fingers and tilted her face up, making her look at him. "Well, let's talk about it, then. No harm in that. You say you don't believe in sleeping around – but what do you believe? That a girl should only do it with her husband?"

Judy blushed even redder, but forced herself to answer him. She would not be called a prude! "Well, in general, yes. Except that…"

"Except what, Judy?" Guy said softly, still cupping her chin. "Go on. I want to know my daughter's opinions."

"Well," stammered Judy, "when two people are very much in love and plan to be married anyway, then I think it's all right."

"I see," said Guy. "Well, I won't argue with that." He gave her a very intent look which somehow made her uncomfortable. "So much for your beliefs. But what about actual practice? Are you a virgin, Judy?"

She flushed hotly and hung her head, unable to meet his eyes. How the hell had they gotten into this embarrassing conversation, anyway? Judy wished she had never reported the swinger incident to him. Now she had left herself open to all these personal questions, for she could not put down other people's beliefs without explaining and defending her own.

"You're not, are you?" Guy said gently. When she did not reply, but only hung her head lower, he squeezed her and went on: "It's all right, baby, nothing to be ashamed of! My God, you're twenty now, aren't you? It's not surprising that you couldn't wait. Tell me about it. Do you have a young man? A fiance?"

"Yea," she said reluctantly, "a fiance. His name is Rick West, and he goes to the same college I do. We want to get married in June, when we graduate. I was going to tell you about it, Guy."

"I know. It's okay." Guy pulled her against his chest, stroked her hair. "And this Rick – is he the only one you've been to bed with?"

"Yes," choked Judy. She felt hideously embarrassed but wasn't sure why. After all, Guy was being so nice about it all, so understanding. But it offended her sense of decency and modesty to have to confess to her father that she was not a virgin, that her passions were too strong for her principles. "We really couldn't wait," she said desperately, trying to justify herself, "we love each other so much."

Guy laughed softly. "What the devil are you apologizing for, you silly girl? I think it's wonderful! I mean, that you've found a boy you really love. Do I get to meet him soon?"

"Oh, yes!" Judy felt better now and smiled up at him. "Yes, as soon as possible. You'll really like him, I know. Oh, Guy, you've been so nice about all this! I was so snippy to you, I don't really deserve it."

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm your father, and I intend to approve of everything you do," Guy grinned. Judy started to protest, but he kissed her, and the mouth. It was quick, light, but somehow not very paternal. She blushed as he pulled away and got to his feet. "We're going to have that talk this evening, young lady," he said, "and really get to know each other. But right now I have to get back to work."

Judy gawked after him as he left the room. He was a very strange man, and she was not sure she understood him at all. But she would try to love him.

Evening came, and Guy did not show up for the long talk he had promised his daughter. By ten o'clock, Judy gave up hope and got into her nightgown, wondering if Guy was always going to be this busy. She was just turning down her bed, however, when there was a knock at her door and, without waiting for her answer, Guy walked in.

"Well," he grinned, "better late than never, right? I'm sorry I'm so late, honey, but there was a million things to do."

"Oh, that's all right," muttered Judy. "At least you got here. Please sit down." She wondered if she ought to put on a robe over her shortie nightgown; but when Guy appeared to take no notice, she decided to forget it.

They took chairs before the fireplace, and Guy had drinks brought up for them. Their talk was easy, pleasant, as they caught up on each other's lives. Judy felt encouraged to ask her father about what was uppermost in her mind.

"Guy," she said, "if it won't bother you to talk about it, would you tell me just why you and Mother were divorced? I've always wanted to know, but she refused to talk about it."

He smiled a little doubtfully. "Well, honey, it doesn't bother me, but it might bother you."

"No, it won't," urged Judy. "Please tell me."

He reached out to pat her hand. "All right, if that's what you want. To put it briefly and bluntly, Judy, your mother was frigid. She literally hated to screw. I'm a normal, healthy man, and I couldn't take it. Well, I tried, but it was no good. So I asked her for a divorce. I think she was glad to give it to me. And that's about it."

Judy was blushing furiously, mainly at his frank language, but she found the ring of truth in what he said. Her mother, although conscientious as a parent, had been a cold puritanical woman. She had never shown any interest in men while Judy had known her, and she had treated the idea of remarriage with shuddering contempt. At last Judy understood, and she pitied her mother deeply. What a terrible gap in anyone's life, not to enjoy sex!

"I'm sorry," Judy said. "It must have been hard for you."

"It was hell," Guy Prince said simply. "But it's all over now. I've never regretted the divorce. There's only one thing that's worried me all these years." He gave Judy an affectionate but curious smile. "I worried that she might pass her feelings along to you. She didn't, did she, Judy? That is, you're not frigid? I assume, since you told me about your young man, that you enjoy sex?"

Judy was blushing deeply, unable to meet his eyes. She simply didn't share his ability to talk openly about sex. But she had to answer him: "I have no problems in that respect," she stammered.

"Hey, I didn't mean to embarrass you!" Guy laughed. "Come here!"

To Judy's astonishment, her husky, handsome father reached out and drew her onto his lap. She felt ridiculous but she didn't resist. After all, he'd been cheated of holding her like this when she was a little girl. She felt she ought to indulge him. His flannel shirt was rough and itchy against her bare arms, and his jeans felt warm against her bare legs. She felt her buttocks grazing his crotch, and she gently moved over a little so that she was sitting on his right thigh instead. Guy had one burly arm around her shoulder, one rough hand on her knee, and he was grinning happily.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," he smiled. "I never got to hold my little girl before. You don't mind, do you?"

As a matter of fact, she did, but she blushed and replied, "Oh, no. I just feel a little old for it, that's [missing text]."

Guy grinned and squeezed her shoulder. "I have to make up for lost time, sweetheart, so bear with me. Ummm, you smell nice! Just the way a girl ought to smell. What is it, perfume?"

"Baby powder," blushed Judy.

Guy laughed. "See, you're still my baby! And so pretty, too. I can't get over how pretty you are. I feel very lucky."

"Thank you," Judy stammered. She had just remembered that she was wearing no panties under her short nightgown, and she cursed herself for the oversight, praying that Guy wouldn't notice.

"Do I get a kiss?" he was asking.

"Oh, Guy, really!" Judy cried, blushing deeper than ever. She remembered the way he had kissed her on the mouth that afternoon, and she did not approve.

"Aw, come on!" urged Guy. "I'm your father, after all! Just a little peck on the cheek, that'll do fine."

Judy complied reluctantly. His cheek was smooth, and she appreciated the fact that hi had recently shaved. He smelled good.