First Time With Sarah

My name is Jack, and I’m 39. I’ve been married to my wife, Susan, for 16 years. Our daughter, Sarah, is 14 and our son Matt is 11. We’ve lived a basically normal suburban life, but have always been a moderately progressive family. We knew long ago that we were going to teach our children the ways of the world in a much different manner than the ultra-conservative, negatively biased “talks” and “lectures” we both received. We weren’t naturists (what some call nudists), but we saw no reason to react to household nudity in a way that would suggest that there is something wrong with being naked and feeling comfortable with yourself. Our bathroom door was rarely closed, and neither my wife nor I would get dressed immediatly after taking a shower or waking up in the morning. When the kids were younger and we noticed that one or the other would have a hand down the pants, we would simply tell them that if they wanted to do that, it was OK, but that they should do it in their room. Nudity was never forced on the children; it was always a choice that they were free to make on their own. Interestingly enough, they usually kept clothes on.

At 14, Sarah was already becoming an intelligent and attractive young woman. She had long since grown accustomed to using logic, common sense, and reason to help her make good decisions about things, and to protect herself from those who would disrespect her. Her natural ability to think and make decisions for herself was probably the key that opened the door to our physical relationship.

It started on an average Thursday night. My wife worked a graveyard shift from 12-8AM, and was out the door by 11:30 every night. Because of our opposite schedules, we didn’t always get to have sex when we wanted to; sometimes it just had to wait until the opportunity was right. This Thursday night was the third night that we had to do without, and I was feeling kind of restless. After she left for work, I put in one of our favorite porn movies, laid down on the bed and began to masturbate. I had just begun to get a good rhythm going when I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door, and then it opened suddenly. Standing at the doorway was Sarah, in tears and looking visibly shaken. I abruptly stopped stroking and sat up in bed. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t know you were going to just open the door.”

“I’m sorry dad, I hope I didn’t embarrass you. It’s just that…”, she said, before stopping to choke back a cough and a wimper.

“No, you didn’t embarrass me. What’s wrong, what happened?” I asked.

“Dad, I had a horrible dream, and I woke up and thought it really happened –” she paused, and then burst out, “I was so scared Dad! I was so scared that you and Mom and Matt had really been killed!” Without prompting, she ran into the room to my side of the bed, jumped up beside me, put her arms tightly around my neck and finally let the pent up fear out of her system by crying softly. I held her for a couple of minutes and told her in a whisper that everything was fine and we were all OK. When she released the hug, she looked up at me and asked, “Dad is it OK if I sleep here with you tonight?”

I wasn’t sure why, but my instinct was to gently protest. “Well honey, I don’t know if that’s….”

“Dad, I don’t wanna be alone. I’m still kinda shook up and I feel alot better being with you here.”

I’ve had disturbing dreams before that seemed so real they shook you to the core, so I saw no reason to resist. “OK, no problem.” I moved over to the middle of the bed, allowing her room to straighten out — and that’s when we both realized what was still running on the TV. “Woah, sorry!” I quickly hopped out of the bed and shut the player off. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I didn’t say anything. I climbed back into the middle of the bed, laid on my back and put the covers back over me. I was just looking up at the ceiling in that awkward silence, wondering what to say, when I got the sensation of being looked at. I turned my head left to look at Sarah, and she was looking at me, her brow slightly furled. “What’s wrong?”

“Well……umm……I’m sorry if i interrupted you…”

“Oh, no……jeez, don’t worry about that, it’s OK!”

“Dad, you and Mom have taught me enough to know that you have urges that need to be met. If you need to finish, go ahead, I don’t mind.”

“C’mon Sarah, with you right here? I know we’ve been open with you and Matt, but you can’t be serious!”

“I’ll turn away if you need me to, but really I don’t care.