Like the Best Ever

It is interesting to whisper it in dad’s ear during breakfast one morning: “I want to give you a BJ, dad. Like the best ever.” Luckily mom’s back is turned so she does not see his expression and the way he almost fumbles the dishes to the floor. She only wonders about the strange coughing fit he suddenly gets and comes pat his back helpfully.

Terri is humming an innocent melody and tapping her foot. Mom looks at her sternly: “What mischief are you up to now, Terri? I know that smirk of yours.”

Terri’s big shiny eyes are the only thing which stops her from being mistaken for a boy with the short and dark tomboy hair she favors. But no boy has eyes as big as shiny as hers. She also has cute freckles on her nose and cheekbones, and she smiles a lot.

Mom thinks too much, she is such a bore and always gets in the way of fun. “Nothing, mom. I promise. I’m just thinking of a new song,” Terri says and smiles again.

Dad unfortunately has to go to work soon, but he glances over his shoulder with a strange look on his face when Terri yelps: “Any time, dad!” as he is about to step out of the door.

The day is a bore too, as usual, but at least Terri has her new song to think about. When she comes home mom must have been out playing bridge with her boring friends, because she is nowhere to be seen. Dad arrives soon, though, and Terri hears him climbing the stairs to her room.

When dad opens the door, Terri lifts her head from the music mag she is reading and raises herself to a sitting position on the bed. She is wearing an oversized loose shirt which is hanging off one shoulder, white tennis socks and her ever present Mp3 player and earplugs.

“Terri, I wanted to talk to you… about…” dad starts when Terri takes off the headphones as if she was going to listen, but then he stops in mid-sentence as she raises her arms above her head and pulls the shirt off over her head and there isn’t anything underneath it.

When Terri goes down on her knees in front of dad, she is only wearing the socks and the Mp3 player over her shoulder. Her breasts are perky and perfect shapes, like only an eighteen year old girl can have. They have some freckles on them just like her cheekbones do, and the nipples are pointy and erect with excitement. Her dutiful father only rarely lets his gaze delve any lower than that despite how cute the rest of the sights are.

“Sure you can talk if you want to, dad,” Terri says and looks at him with her huge eyes. Then she winks and adds: “But let me get started first”.