Sarah had had a long day of school. It was bad enough it had to be so long and boring. Why should I have to put up with it? I can always model. The guys at school only made it worse. They seemed to think that just because she had a sleek, curvacious body, a taut stomach, and bulging, growing breasts that she was some sort of a slut. The truth of the matter was, she was still a virgin. She was 17, after all. It wasn't that she was some sort of a prude, or a "good" girl. Her clothes were tight enough to bring out the contours of her body, and showed enough skin as the school dress code would allow. She dressed and acted like any other girl. Her problem was all the boys at school were immature perverts. If she was going to loose her virginity, she wanted to do it right, with a man who would love her and treat her like a princess; not with some little boy looking for a quick fuck with a slut.
As if things couldn't get any worse, many of her friends had already popped thier cherries. Some had gone all the way, and were flashing thier cards of birth-control pills like badges of honor. Others had allowed boys to fondle and grope them, and giggled as they spoke of thier first glimpse of a penis, or of how close they came to actually doing It. Yet unlike Sarah, they weren't put off by the immature attitudes of the boys at school, nor did they correlate the sophomoric comments the boys made amongst themselves about "sluts" and "hoes" to themselves.
Today, though, Sarah felt a little down, as she slipped quietly into her house. Listening to her friends share thier sex-capades made her feel self-concious that she herself was still as innocent as a 7 year old. She wanted to know what sex felt like, but she did not know with whom to start. Certainly not any boy in her class. She'd sooner die an old spinster than fuck one of them.
Sarah slipped off her heels, and brushed back a lock of dark hair. She adjusted her D cup bra, noting that it was feeling a little tighter. Her breasts weren't done growing yet, and she was sure she'd be needed a DD cup pretty soon. She quietly padded barefoot towards the living room. She stopped at the threshold and stared.
There was her father, sprawled out on the couch, his fly wide open, and his dick in his hands. Sarah had done internet searches on pictures of men's penises, and thought she knew what they looked like. This was her first time seeing one in real life. Her heart raced as she slipped against the wall and watched. She stifled an embarrassed giggle. Perhaps she should have said something, or at least felt scandalized, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from her father and his exposed cock.