First Time Video (Mykhaila & Wyatt James)

[Mykhaila]

Amalia was fifteen and a few months ago her friends had all made a pact that before their next birthday they were going to lose their virginity. In order to prove that they had it was meant to be video taped. Her birthday is just a few short weeks away and she is afraid that she will embarrass herself when she has to admit she has never done it. None of the boys at school had ever interested her and she always wanted to make certain her first time was with someone that she trusted.

Earlier today her friend told her that she had sent out an email to their little group with a link. Mina was the third out of the five of them to make a video. Getting home that day she kept putting off looking. She prepared the meal for her and her father so that it would be warming when her daddy got home. Cleaning the house, she made certain that her father would come home to find everything as he liked it.

When she was done, she got in the shower and changed for the night. Her white nightgown was short, barely covering to her upper thighs. Underneath she wore thin, white silken panties that her older Cousin Diane had bought for her recently. She had her lap top sitting on the kitchen table while she considered whether to look at the newest one or not. After all, she had found herself feeling something watching the videos but she didn't understand it and she didn't know what to do about it.

It wasn't that it was the people in the video so much as what she had seen and she wondered how it would feel. She debated for a very long time about watching the video and finally she bent over the table and opened her email. Bringing the video up, she bit her bottom lip and blushed as she watched the bar show that it was loading. As it was her stomach was rolling as she bent leaned on her elbows, the move drawing the bottom of her nightgown up to reveal most of her firm little ass.

However, innocent little Amalia wasn't aware of anything as she finally pressed play and the video flared to life with loud sounds and images. It was loud enough that she didn't hear the sound of the door opening behind her.

 

[Wyatt James]

With a sigh of relief, Marcus stepped out of his car while the garage door shut. He was home from work and couldn't have been more happy. Leaning back into the car to grab his briefcase, he could feel the restraint of his suit tugging against his lean yet muscular body. He would be glad to shed the clothes for something more comfortable. With a few long strides he made it to the front door and walked into the household he shared with his daughter.

"Amalia?" He spoke softly as he expected to find her curled on the couch watching the television as usual as he popped his head around the corner. Surprised she wasn't there, he headed down the hallway. "Sweethea--" Marcus' word broke off as he heard something coming from the kitchen. He was sure that he was hearing things after a long day at work. Surely that wasn't truly a girl moaning in his kitchen.

More nervous than upset at what he may find, he cringed as he stuck his head around the corner or the doorway to the kitchen. Fearing that he would see his babygirl with a boy in his house, he was relieved to see her standing alone in the kitchen. Marcus' jaw dropped as he saw Amalia leaning over the table, her little white panties covering her where her night gown did not. A lump in his throat developed as he stared a little longer than needed before stepping into the room more.

A few quiet steps later, and he was standing closer to her, and could see that the video was indeed pornography. "Amalia.. What are you watching?!" Rushed words flew from his mouth as he fixated on the screen, seeing a familiar looking face of one of her school friends. His eyes adverted quickly to her backside and he resisted the urge to yell. More than anything Marcus was a little saddened that she hadn't come to him to talk about sex if that's what she was trying to do; learn about sex. He knew it'd be hard for her without her mother around to help her out, but he thought that they were close enough to talk about anything she needed.

 

[Mykhaila]

Amalia jumped, her hand going to her chest as she turned looking at her daddy with a bright blush on her cheeks. "Daddy!" She exclaimed and then looked back at her lap top that the school had given her and paused the video before looking at her father again. "I umm..." She looked at her father nervously, biting the corner of her lip as she closed her eyes.

Drawing in deep breaths, she opened them and moved to greet her father the way she always did, giving him a hug and kissing his cheek. "Umm, let me get dinner set up so we can eat and talk about it, okay daddy?" She asked, feeling extremely embarrassed about her father catching her watching. In fact, she was quite mortified. What would her daddy think when she told him what she had done?

She never wanted to make her daddy unhappy with her or disgust him, what if he got angry. What if the pact she and her friends had made upset him. She stepped away quickly and moved to the warming oven where she took out the two plates that had been set up for them and with the oven mitts on to protect her hands, she carried them to the table.

She was a little tall for her age and still growing, though currently she stood at five foot and six inches. Most of that was the long legs that tapered up to her tight ass before leading to her soft curves. Her soft green eyes glanced nervously at her father as she went back to pour glasses of milk, which she had been raised to drink at each meal though her father didn't always join her.

When she walked back over and placed them down, she sighed and took a seat, closing the laptop cover and running a slender hand through soft golden hair. "Hope you like it." She had cooked them lemon chicken over angel hair pasta with an Alfredo sauce. She used her mom's old cookbook that she had written in for making the sauce from scratch.

She was quiet as she considered what she was going to say, how she was going to explain what they had vowed. "I'm sorry daddy... don't be mad. My friends and I... well..." Blushing she looked down at her plate, "A few months ago, my friends and I kind of made a pact... Mina, Jess and Amber already followed through with it... but Kay, Aly and I are still left."

She took a sip of her milk trying to steady herself as she drew deep slow breaths, "You know I'm the youngest... but we kind of... we made a promise that by our next birthdays..." She glanced up before looking back down, "we promised to lose our virginity before out next birthdays and video tape it for proof."

The final words she forced out in a rush and then fell silent, not daring to look up at her father as she took a bite of her food.

 

[Wyatt James]

Letting himself cool down a bit, he allowed his daughter to speak. Listening to each word as his eyes trailed her around the kitchen until they sat to eat dinner. "I'm sure the food is great." His words seemed distant, as though he wasn't really paying attention. In fact, he wasn't. He continued to listen to Amailia and process all she said.

As the last words fell from her mouth his eyes locked onto her, though she looked down. Marcus silently cursed in his head. "Why? Why did you girls do this? Is it worth losing your virginity to a boy who doesn't know what he's doing, or care about how you feel? Breaking a pact to make sure you are with someone you love is a responsible thing to do. Sex is for adults, responsible ones at that!" His voice flared a bit, but he calmed down and reached his hand across the table to take hers. "I just don't want you hurt, and I sure as hell don't want a video of you on the internet for everyone to see!"

His mind was reeling. Marcus wanted to help his babygirl through this stage of adolescent without her getting hurt and without him feeling as though he was losing her. Mindlessly he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand, if eyes still on her; his appetite gone.

 

[Mykhaila]

Amalia shook her head, "Please don't be mad daddy," she pleaded as she looked at him, her lips trembling. "We... we wanted to make sure we always had a choice daddy. That our first time was really our choice. We're sophomores and we know there are stories of girls waiting only to have their choice taken from them." She bit her lip slightly as she blushed, "I don't have any interest in the boys daddy, I don't trust any of them, but what can I do? I have to do it or my friends will think I'm a baby... and... I don't want to lose them daddy."

She glanced down at his hand holding hers and was silent for several minutes, her pleading evident when she spoke again. "I love you daddy, but isn't it better if I give myself to someone instead of risking being a statistic?" She was using the words one of her friends had used to explain why the pact was a good thing. While she was innocent about many things she had heard the stories of girls her age being raped. She feared that more than anything.

When she looked up again, tears slid from her eyes, "I'm scared daddy.. We all agreed the video would only be up for a few days, they are only viewable to those invited to see them. It's just proof to each other that we did it... please don't be upset with me. I... don't even know who I'm going to ask... I want my first time to be special, I do... but wouldn't it be better if I had a choice instead of going to a party one day and ending up losing my choice?"

 

[Wyatt James]

Her tears, pleas and fears became so real, and his love for her began to shine in a different light. Marcus stood, and walked to the other side of the table, not releasing his daughters hand. Towering over her as he stood there, thinking and trying to rationalize the thoughts of how he could help her without sounding like a creep to his own daughter he sighed softly and then leaned over, kissing her cheek. "You're right. It should be with someone you trust, someone you love and want to be with. Someone who will make sure it's a good memory, and not a bad one. I cannot stand the idea of you hurting babygirl, or being hurt by some asshole." His hand left hers, only to trail up her arm, and back down slowly, sensually.

Marcus' next words were soft enough to be a whisper an yet gruff enough that his dominant traits were showing, "Daddy will take good care of you, always. You know I'll help you any way I can sweetie, even with this pact to your friends. No one will think less of my babygirl." A smirk played on his lips. His desire for her had been pent up for so long. He wasn't one who fantasized about his daughter and what she'd be like, or a creep who watched her shower or change without her knowing. He just loved her so much, that Marcus was willing to help her anyway possible, and he had always admired her as she reminded him so much of her mother.

He knew he'd be able to seduce her when she was feeling this bad, but he still wanted her to know that this wasn't a good thing. Making this sort of promise was dangerous, but he had to admit to himself, it was also kind of hot to think about. He could remember his days as a teenager and how as a guy of good looks was assumed to be sleeping around and how it was needed to be proven. This was the same sort of thing, but just in the day and age of social networks and digital media. "So why does it have to be filmed, if it's just you and you're closest friends, wouldn't you all believe each other if you said you had sex?" He knew that if he was going to be the one to take his girls virginity, that he didn't want to be filmed. Not with them knowing it was him, it would rock their worlds, no matter how close they were.

 

[Mykhaila]

Amalia turned to look at her father as he walked around the table still hold her hand, her soft green eyes still filled with the tears as she waited for more admonishment from him, when her head lifted and her tears spilled down her cheeks she gave a tenuous smile as he kissed her cheek. She shivered slightly as his hand trailed up and down her arm, something strange sliding through her.

She didn't know what to say when her daddy spoke of her being right about it being with someone she trusted loved and wanted to be with. Or the comment he made about a good memory. However when he mentioned helping her in any way he could, hope registered on her innocent little face and she lifted her free hand to wipe at her tears, "Really, daddy? You'll help me? How? You've always been good to me daddy."

When her daddy asked about the filming she blushed again and shook her head, "Well... it should be enough but Jess said that we want to be sure... she said it doesn't have to even be of everything but her words were," Amalia made little quote signs in the air as she continued, "we have to see the girl completely and then the penis going inside her a few times to make certain."

Amalia looked away embarrassed at how Jess had explained it and that she had needed to repeat it, especially to her father. After several moments she stood and wrapped her arms around her daddy's neck and leaned against him, "Please tell me I'm still your babygirl?" One of her greatest fears was that her daddy would look at her differently, like she wasn't his little girl anymore.

She looked up at her daddy, unaware that this vantage gave her daddy more of a view of her nearly c cup breasts which were being hugged within her nightgown that her cousin had given her. "What do I do daddy? I have to make the video and your the only one I man I trust. I wouldn't even trust Andy and he's my cousin." She gave a small laugh but it wasn't really all that mirth filled, she looked extremely vulnerable.