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"But you have so much more to teach me," I protested.



"You need a lesson that I can't give you," he said.



What was going on? I didn't understand. Just looking at his tightened  pants I knew his cock was raging for my body. I wanted him to be my  first. Maybe he didn't realize exactly what I was offering. My  desperation rising, I decided to lay myself out there.



"I want you to fuck me, Daddy."



My stepfather's eyes widened in surprise. Then, almost instinctively, he  looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my tits. The tip of his  tongue ran along his upper lip as he drank in the view of my round  little curves. Almost immediately he snapped out of his trance.



"This conversation is over," he said.



He stormed away before I could change his mind.





II.



"Oh my god, your stepdad is so fucking hot," my best friend Sasha  whispered, unabashedly staring at Christoph through the glass window of  the yogurt shop.



Her eyes fixed on the window, Sasha dipped her plastic spoon into her  soft-serve and stirred around the tiny red, blue, green and yellow  sprinkles. I turned around just in time to see my stepfather driving  through the parking lot after dropping me off. I could see the profile  of his face. Yes, indeed, Mr. Christoph was quite the handsome man. But I  couldn't admit that to Sasha. She already had enough ammunition to  tease me.



"Don't be gross," I complained.



"Whatever!" Sasha giggled. "You know you'd love to jump on your daddy's D," she teased.



"Yick! Shut up!"



I playfully punched Sasha in the shoulder. She retaliated by flicking my  boob with her finger, a surprise move that caught me completely off  guard. I rubbed myself where Sasha thumped me, feeling the bump of my  nipple hardening beneath my white halter top.



"Please, tell me if you don't want him," Sasha said breezily. "Hell, I'd  consider giving up an ovary for one night with that man. Just picture  him all alone in that huge house, with no one but you to keep him  company. After putting up with you all these years, he deserves to be  sucked and fucked by someone nice. It might as well be me!"



I laughed in spite of myself, picturing Sasha sucking off my stepdad.  She was so pretty and a lot more experienced with guys than I was. I  mean, I had barely made it to second base with boys, and not for lack of  trying. They just preferred Sasha with her big boobs and round curves,  not to mention her aggressive, in-your-face personality. I noticed guys  checking her out all the time. I didn't blame them, because she pretty  much oozed sex appeal and wasn't afraid to flaunt her goods.



I wondered what my stepdad would think of Sasha, and what he would do if  he got his hands on those curves-kissing her, touching her, his hands  on those big, perky tits. Her lips on his cock. It was fun to imagine,  but it made me feel kind of jealous, too. I was his little girl, and I  didn't feel like the idea of sharing him with anyone. Since my mom died,  he had scarcely been on a date with another woman out of consideration  for me, despite the fact that beautiful women were constantly throwing  themselves at him. Now that I was going off to college soon, it only  made sense that he would reconsider his stance on dating around, even  entering a new relationship.



What if he found a woman when I was away at college? What if I came home  for Christmas break, only to be introduced to some random lady? My face  darkened at the thought of sharing Christoph with another woman.



One thing was sure. Whoever he ended up with, she better know how lucky  she was to snag that man. She'd never have to work again, unless she  wanted to. She'd never have to worry about a thing-and she'd be getting  her hands on a man whose mere glance can make me go weak in the knees.                       
       
           


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"Do you think he has a big dick?" Sasha asked.



"Probably," I sighed.



Sasha snickered.



"You know you're in love."



She tried to thump me again, but I swatted her hand away before she could touch my sensitive breast.



Our yogurt was melting and we were so distracted that we didn't even  notice the group of guys who had just entered the yogurt shop. They were  all in our graduating class, and we had walked across the stage  together only a couple of weeks ago. They were behaving like a typical  teenage dorks, elbowing each other and laughing. The tallest one, a  slender guy named Riley, was a cute rich boy with freckles and red hair.  His parents had already bought him three cars because he wrecked the  first two. I had a little crush on him since our sophomore year of high  school, but he had never given me the time of day.



Riley noticed us, and he immediately stormed over to our booth.



"Hello, ladies," he said.



"Hi," Sasha said flatly, not interested in engaging with Riley. She  preferred the older men, not immature boys our own age. But I had always  had a crush on Riley, ever since our sophomore year of high school. I  didn't want to run him off. Even more significantly, he was supposed to  be my partner during our big dance at the debutante ball.



"Oh, hey, Abbi, I almost didn't see you there," Riley said, in a false  polite voice. "Are you ready for the big night? I sure hope so. The last  time I saw you on a dance floor, I nearly spilled my drink you were  such a riot. Let's hope you can get your act together by Friday. I'm not  a fan of girls who don't know the difference between a two-step and the  moonwalk."



"I know the difference," I muttered. "You don't have to worry about me. I'll be ready."



"That's what I like to hear," he smirked. "Now if you'll excuse me, something white and creamy is calling my name."



He blew us a kiss and spun around to join his friends at the yogurt machines. Sasha's eyes narrowed with disdain.



"What an ass," she said. "I can't believe you chose that guy as your partner."



"He's not all bad," I protested. "And anyway, it wasn't up for me to choose."





III.



The bright, white stage lights beamed into my face, practically blinding me.



It was the evening of the debutante's ball, and it was my turn to dance  with Riley, my dance partner. He was wearing a blue tuxedo and his red  hair had been slicked down with gel.



Riley and I were standing at opposite ends of the stage, but the plan  was to meet at center stage and dance for the length of one entire song,  as everyone watched us. The thought of all those eyes following my  every move filled me with apprehension. Butterflies were flitting in my  stomach and threatening to fly right up my throat.



I looked over at the audience that filled the cavernous room. That was a  mistake. Close to three-hundred people were sitting at round white  tables, drinking champagne and watching my every move. I frantically  scanned the crowd, looking for my stepfather. There he was! Near the  front, wearing a dapper black tuxedo with a white tie. His hair was  slicked back, making him look very put-together and distinguished.



My stepfather flashed a winning smile of encouragement, and I returned  the grin. He knew how to boost my confidence, at least enough to get me  the last few steps to the center of the stage, where Riley was already  waiting for me. The look on his face screamed, "Any time now, Abbi.  We're waiting."



How embarrassing. At least I knew I looked good. My hair was done up,  and I wore an elaborate and very expensive white dress. As I clicked  across the stage in my high heels, my knees buckled and my legs felt as  unsteady as a newborn pony's.



When I finally reached the center of the stage, Riley snatched my hand  and we both turned to the audience, smiling for them. Then we turned  back to face each other, and the eight-piece orchestra began to play.  With my right hand in his, I placed my left hand on his shoulder and he  gruffly wrapped his other hand around my waist. Smiling widely for the  audience, he whispered through his teeth, "Don't fuck this up, Abbi.  Everybody who's anybody is watching us."



The lights were so hot and bright, and all those expectant faces in the  audience were trained on me. I could feel myself sweating nervously.  Riley took a step to his right, practically dragging me along when I  froze in place.



"Come on!" he seethed. "Get yourself together!"



He tugged at me angrily, trying to guide me through the dance moves we  had practiced. I knew the moves. I'd worked hard for this moment, the  evening I would be presented as a young woman to all of our social  peers. But it's like my body rebelled, like my feet stopped working.  What a disaster. I felt like crying, right there on stage in front of  everyone.