A Lesson in Confidence | 18+ Stepdaddy/daughter

Sex is a Big Deal

Loren collapsed backwards on her bed. Her eyes welled up in tears. What was wrong with her? Everyone has sex. Everyone. It's a normal part of life. Why couldn't she get herself to let go and give into the pleasure she was feeling? Why? Maybe there was something seriously wrong with her.

Suddenly her bedroom door opened and her stepdad peeked in. "Hey, honey. Are you okay?"

She grabbed a pillow covering her bare breasts. "Daddy!" She choked, pulling out her airpods.

"Sorry!" He retreated behind the door. "I knocked several times."

"It's okay." She reassured him. "I had my airpods in." She put them on the nightstand.

"Whatcha listening to?" He asked from the other side of the door.

"Enya." She answered.

"Good choice." He replied. "But by the looks of it you're not having a good night. Is this about Mark?"

She hugged her pillow tightly. "Yeh." She confessed.

"I see." He said thoughtfully.

"There's something wrong with me." She blurted out.

"There's nothing wrong with you." He sternly disagreed.

She sniffled. "You don't understand, daddy." 

"Try me." He said warmly.

A brief silence filled the room.

"Alright." She conceded reluctantly. "I guess I'm covered enough. You can come in."

He appeared from behind the door. "If it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me." Loren sat legs crossed on her bed, topless and in panties, with only a pillow covering her. "It's not like I haven't seen you before without clothes on." He said teasingly.

He wasn't wrong. Mama worked nights at the hospital and daddy was a stay at home parent doing all the Mr. Mom stuff: bath time, pajamas on, brushing teeth -- all of it. He was also a ghostwriter for a popular book franchise, and when that ended, he started publishing his own books. Needless to say, she never felt like a stepdaughter, he loved her as his own.

"May I sit?" He gestured towards the bed.

"Yeh." She smiled faintly.

He sat beside her. His hands on his knees. "So what's going on?" Sincerity in his voice. "How can I help?"

She looked into his eyes. There wasn't an easy way to say it. So she just said it. "Mark wants sex."

A look of surprise crossed his face.

"What?" She furrowed a brow.

"I just assumed you two were already sleeping together." He confessed. "But there's nothing wrong with not sleeping together." He added.

She frowned. "It's not that I don't want to. I just. I dunno. I get this anxiety. And I don't know why."

"That's very normal." He consoled.

"But is it, daddy?" She said unconvinced. "Tonight was the first time he... Was inside me..."

He tried to understand. "So it was your first time?"

"No, with his fingers." She looked away. "I've never had anything put inside me down there before." 

He processed. "So, nothing has ever been inside you before?"

She shook her head.

"You don't have to tell me anything if you're uncomfortable." He started. "But what about self pleasure?"

She looked back at him. "No. I mean I do. I just haven't ever put anything inside there. Not even tampons. Is that weird?"

"No. There's nothing weird or wrong with that." He assured. "Pleasure is experienced in all kinds of ways. And sex happens when you're ready."

"But I'm eighteen!" She protested.

He responded with sympathy. "How you choose to experience pleasure is no one's business. If it feels good, it feels good. Do you enjoy intimate moments with Mark?"

"That's the thing." She started. "I like when Mark touches me. It feels good. And tonight when he put his fingers inside me it was amazing. I didn't want him to stop."

"Why did he stop?" He pressed.

"That's when he wanted sex and I wasn't ready."

Her dad gave her a side hug. "Sex is a big deal. And if you're not ready, you're not ready."

She leaned her head onto his shoulder. "I wish I wasn't like this. I wish I was ready. That I had confidence when it comes to sex."

"Even after having sex, you're always learning more about yourself. What you like and what you don't like. It takes time." He explained.

"I wish there was like a master class for people like me. You know? To walk us through sex from start to finish. I know that sounds ridiculous."

He laughed. "Well that would certainly be something."

She glanced down, she had let go of her pillow, and her breasts were in full view. "Oh!" She gasped, quickly bringing the pillow back to her bosom.

He chuckled. "You've been sitting like that for a good ten minutes."

She blushed. "Why didn't you say anything, daddy?"

"I told you, there's nothing I haven't seen before." He smiled warmly.

"Daddy, I didn't have breasts the last time you saw me naked." She corrected bashfully.

"That's true." He agreed. "But if it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me. Does it bother you that I've seen your breasts?"

She paused a moment to think. "Not really." She confided.

"Well there ya go. It's a non issue." He informed in a matter of fact.

She pushed the pillow down into her lap; her breasts once again in full view.

"See?" He looked at her breasts then back up at her eyes. "I can see your breasts and it's no big deal."

It was oddly liberating being topless around her stepdad and not feeling embarrassed. "Thanks, daddy." She chuckled amused; she felt herself relax.

He reached for her face and brushed her hair back behind her ear. "Mark is a fool if he doesn't know how great you are. Whether you have sex with him or not." He caressed her cheek. "I know how special you are."

"Thanks for being supportive." She turned, planting a kiss on his hand. "I really don't know what I'd do without you, daddy."

"I'm glad I could help a little bit."

"You helped a lot. My heart was racing before. But it's not anymore." She took his hand and placed it against her soft skin to feel her heartbeat. "See? Nice and calm." She said before letting go.

He kept his hand in place. "Very nice and calm." He concurred.

Their eyes locked onto each other.