CHAPTER 3

At school the next day, nothing much happened. I guess I couldn't expect the whole school to know already. I did catch Bobby looking at me a couple of times in class. When I caught him looking, he gave me a sheepish smile. I guess guys really do think with their dicks because I got the impression he was hoping to get closer to me because I give blow jobs. I did notice something which may have some real possibilities. There is a group of guys who pretty much stay to themselves. They are the geek squad, the nerds. You know the type. They're members of the chess and maths clubs. They probably spend their free time playing Dungeons and Dragons. They also never have girlfriends. There might be a mousy girl or two that hangs with them sometimes, but I think they're just additional nerds. I bet those guys are horny as hell with no real chance of getting even hand jobs, let alone blow jobs. I could offer my services to them and wouldn't have to worry about the whole school finding out because these guys don't associate with anyone outside their circle. Hell, I'd even offer to lick the pussies of the girl nerds so they don't feel left out if the guys will let me suck their dicks. I have to figure out how to go about it, though. I don't actually know any of them (no non-nerd really does) and they'd probably think I'm pranking them if I just walk up and offer blow jobs. I'm going to have to befriend one of these guys to get into the group. I'm also going to have to be careful about it because it won't exactly help my rep to be seen as a nerd too. Talk about a way to ensure never getting a decent guy!

That weekend, I went over to Mel and Julie's to see them and get some tit, pussy, and cock. The first thing I did as I walked in the door was to toss off my clothes, pull down Jim's pants and inhale his cock. I got him wet and then sucked him all the way down my throat. To say Jim was shocked was an understatement. He said no one had ever taken him all the way down because his dick is so thick. Mel couldn't believe how I could do that as neither her or Julie has ever gotten more than about four inches in their mouths. I explained about my practice with the banana and how I don't seem to have much of a gag reflex. I guess when God doesn't give you something you should have, like tits, he gives you something else to make up for it – no gag reflex.

I told them about Bobby and my idea for the Geek squad. They agreed the geeks were probably a better bet. If I start sucking off any guy without a girlfriend, it would put pressure on the girls with boyfriends to start sucking. They could get pissed off at me so I've got to be smart about this.

Julie told me how to seduce my father. Basically, she wanted me to exhibit myself to my dad the way she did to seduce her dad. It, obviously, worked for her and Jim even agreed that he tried to resist Julie for a while but ultimately couldn't ignore her. Mel ran upstairs and came back down with a Lakers tank top and told me to put it on and go check myself out in the bathroom mirror. When I turned from side to side you could see my whole side through the big arm holes including the little bit of side boob I have. If I twisted too much my nipple would pop out and kind of hang up on the edge of the shirt and stay exposed until I fixed it. That would definitely get dad's attention. The girls told me to make sure I didn't wear anything under it just like I was then so that if I bent over my dad might get a glimpse of my butt and possibly even my pussy. They gave me some other advice on how to handle dad. Dad and I are usually home alone for a few hours on Sundays as my mom goes to church but dad and I don't. If dad stays inside to watch a ball game instead of going outside to work in the yard, I'd have an opportunity to prance around nearly naked and give him glimpses of my body. I'm still not sure dad's going to be too impressed with my itty, bitty titties in comparison to my mom, but it might help us start a conversation so I can work towards offering my BJ services. This is going to be scary.

On Sunday, I heard mom leave for church so I threw on the tank top, took a big breath, and then went out to the kitchen to get some breakfast. As I had hoped, dad was sitting at the table drinking his coffee and reading the Sunday paper. As I walked in he looked up at me and did just a bit of a double-take, but didn't make a comment. I said, "Good morning, Dad." "How's my baby girl today," he responded? "I don't know yet, Dad. I just got up. I need some breakfast to help me wake up."

I went into the kitchen and took out a bowl for cereal. I knew we kept the cereal on the second upper shelf so it was a little bit of a stretch for me. I opened the cabinet, went up a bit on my tip toes and reached up with both hands to grab a cereal box. I hope dad was watching but I couldn't turn around to look. If he did, he probably at least saw the bottom of my ass cheeks and would know I'm naked under the shirt. I took the bowl to the table and went back to the refrigerator to get the milk. Of course, I bent over more than necessary to get it hoping the shirt would pull away from my chest and show all my side tit. When I got back to the table, I noticed my dad's coffee cup was about empty. "Do you want more coffee, Dad," I asked? "That would be great, Beth. Thanks."

I picked up his mug off the table and took it over to the counter and poured coffee in the cup. When I took it back to him, I made sure to bend over a bit as I set the coffee mug further away from the edge than necessary to force me to bend over. I think he had to see my tit, but I couldn't look at him to check because this was all supposed to look accidental. My pussy was gushing, though, with the thought that he'd probably seen my little tit.

I sat down and started to eat my cereal when dad asked, "Where did you get that Lakers shirt, Beth. I don't think I've seen it before?" I told him, "Mel gave it to me yesterday. Julie had given it to her but, apparently, she prefers the Clippers so she gave me the shirt. I don't care about any basketball team so I was glad to take it. Do you like it?" "It looks really good on you, Beth, but don't you think you should wear a little more under it? It's not really appropriate for you to walk around here with me like that." Oh my God. He must have seen me and knows I'm naked under the shirt.

"It's no big deal Dad. I've been sleeping naked lately and when I got up, I just grabbed the first thing I could find. The shirt was still sitting on my dresser from when I brought it home, so I just threw it on. Is it really a problem? I don't care if you see my body. Dad I don't even have any tits that anyone wants to see, so what's the big deal?"

"Beth it's not so much that I mind," dad said," but it's just not right for me to be seeing so much of you. I think you look lovely, but if your mom saw you like that, especially in front of me, there'd be hell to pay." "Well, then, Dad," I responded, "I guess I'll just wear it for you when we're alone and it will be our secret. I'm okay being a little naughty if you are." "I don't know, Beth. You're getting to be a young woman now. It's not like you're a little girl running around naked."

"Ooh, that sounds like more fun," I teased. "Can I run around naked if we're alone?" "You know that's not what I meant, Beth. I really shouldn't be seeing you naked. It's bad enough with the little you're wearing now." "But Dad," I replied, "there's really nothing to see. Look, I don't even have any tits." With that I pulled the front of the shirt to the side using the arm hole and showed him my entire right breast. "Beth, stop that right now," Dad demanded. "Okay, Dad, but I'm just saying no one looks at me because I don't have any tits. I don't mind you looking at me. If anything, it makes me feel really good for you to look at me. As far as I'm concerned you can look at my body any time you want. Come in my room while I'm asleep and lift up the covers to see me naked, if you want. You can even touch me if you want. I don't mind. It would be our secret; I'll never tell anyone. I would welcome a guy ever wanting to look at me, let alone touch me. You know I've never even had a boyfriend, Dad. I'm fifteen and I've never been kissed, let alone been felt up by a guy. Shit, even my dad doesn't want to see my scrawny body." With that I got up and left the kitchen and went to my bedroom as if I was mad. Of course, I wasn't. I just was hoping to make my dad feel bad and be willing to look at me naked and maybe even touch me to get us started to where I ultimately want it to go.

I laid down on my bed and made sure the shirt was pulled up just a bit so that if dad comes in to comfort me, he'll definitely see my pussy. Sure enough, about five minutes later there was a knock at my door. "Can I come in, honey," my dad asked? "Sure, Dad," I replied. He walked in and I think he immediately saw my pussy and he turned his head to try not to look. I didn't move. "I'm sorry, honey," Dad said. "I didn't know you were going through such a tough time. I don't know why boys are ignoring you. You're cute and you're smart. The size of your tits shouldn't matter to anyone. Although, I remember what it was like being a young guy. We tend to think with our little head more than our big head when we're young. Any guy who is avoiding you because of the size of your tits isn't worth your time so don't worry about them. Personally, I always preferred smaller-breasted girls. Your mother was the first girl I ever went out with who was bigger than a B-cup. But you know it would be really inappropriate for me to be looking at you, let alone touching you. It's certainly not because you're not desirable. It's exactly the opposite of that that makes it tough. But you're my daughter and you're underage to boot. If anyone found out I touched you, not only would your mother leave me, but I'd end up in jail. I'll tell you what. When it's just you and me you can dress like you are now, if you want. You can't be naked. You don't understand what that would do to me. But if you want to be barely dressed and give me peeks of your beautiful body, it'll be okay as long as we're home alone and you never tell anyone. If you hear mom getting home, you better run up here and put some real clothes on, okay?"

"Thanks, Dad. That sounds like fun. I just don't like that it seems that guys pretty much avoid me and I have to think it's because of my tits. This past week, I tried going to school without a bra so that my nips kind of showed through my shirts and I actually saw some guys look at me for the first time. If I don't start growing soon, you might have to give me a set of tits for my high school graduation. There's no way I'm going to college with just nipples on my chest. Did you like seeing my pussy when you walked in, Dad? I got wet from just thinking you might have seen it."

"Yes, Beth, I did see your pussy, but I tried not to look at it. I shouldn't be seeing your privates. You need to understand, honey, that it isn't just seeing you naked, it's seeing my beautiful daughter naked. I love you so much and that makes it even more difficult to see your body and knowing that I can't touch you. The more you tease me, the tougher it's going to be on me. I hope you don't do that. When your mom gets home, I'll probably end up jumping her bones and she'll wonder what's gotten into me and I won't have an explanation as to why I am so horny."

This was my chance. I saw the opening and took it. "What will you do, Dad, stick your dick in her mouth for her to suck on?" "BETH!" dad exclaimed. "How can you ask something like that? That's really inappropriate. I don't think talking to you about your mom and my sex life is something I should do." "Oh, come on, Dad. I'm not a little kid anymore. I know about birds and bees. I assume mom gives you blow jobs as part of your sex life, doesn't she?"

"If you must know, your mom isn't really into blow jobs. She does it once in a while like on my birthday or something, but we do plenty else that we really enjoy. We may be getting older but your mom and I still have a great sex life. Are you happy now?" "Sorry, Dad," I replied, "I didn't mean to hit a nerve about blow jobs. I can't wait for the opportunity to try to give one. There are some girls at school who think BJs are gross and others that think it's the best. Why doesn't mom like to do them? Doesn't she like the taste? I hear a variety of opinions on the taste of cum just like the act itself. Some girls hate it, some spit it out, and others can't swallow enough of it."

"Geez," Dad said, "how did we get into this conversation? It's not something a father and daughter should be talking about. Maybe you should ask your mother about blow jobs. I think I know why she doesn't like to do them, but I don't think I can tell you why."

"But Dad," I insisted, "how am I supposed to learn about blow jobs? One of these days I might actually get a boyfriend. I don't want to then lose him because I don't know how to do one right. How does a girl learn to give blow jobs? By giving a lousy head to boy after boy until she figures it out? Pardon the pun, but that sucks. You may think I'm crazy Dad, and maybe I am, but I wish you'd teach me how to give a good blow job. Just think, I'd learn how to do it, you'd get blow jobs whenever you want, and mom wouldn't have to do something she doesn't want to do. It's a win-win-win." There. I'd said it. It was out there. The offer is on the table. Now it's time to shut up.

Dad was silent for a while. I wasn't sure if he was mad or considering what I'd said. Finally, he spoke. "Beth, Beth, Beth. I can't believe you asked that of me. As your father, I should be appalled. As a man, I should be excited. You know I couldn't do that, even if I wanted to. It's just not right. Or at least society says it's not right and society makes the rules and the laws. It's not in my hands. Honey, I love you so much, I wish I could do everything you want to make you happy, but some things I just can't do. I hope you understand. Now you have me worried that it'd be a mistake to even let you walk around here half naked. On top of every other reason, it would be cheating on your mom for us to have any sexual contact. I've never cheated on her and don't intend to start now. Somehow, it always gets found out no matter how hard people try to keep it a secret. It would just take her seeing us give each other some look to make her suspicious. Damn, how am I going to get this out of my head now? I think I should go do some yard work or something to take my mind off this conversation. I'll catch you later, honey."

Overall, I thought that went pretty well. It was certainly a lot further than I expected to get from just one flash. He's just going to need to keep thinking about it while I keep giving him peeks. He did give me the go ahead to walk around him nearly naked. That's a great start. I can't wait to tell Mel and Julie how far I've gotten already. Hopefully, Julie can give me some guidance for the next phase. From what dad said, I have a feeling Mel was right about why mom won't suck dad's cock. I've got to see it. Maybe that's what's next.