I Can't Believe He Was My First! (Kari's Lessons)

Kari’s Lessons #3

A
Kari’s Lessons
Erotic Short by Cassandra Zara &
Lucinda Lane

Kindle Edition

Copyright 2013 Cassandra Zara & Lucinda Lane

Please note
: All titles in the
Kari’s Lessons
series feature explicit sexual acts between fictional characters who are
consenting adults aged eighteen years of age or older. These titles are
intended for a mature adult audience.

- X -

"Come on. Your dad won't
find out," I heard Jenny say over the phone.

I bit my lip. "I don't know,
Jenny," I said. "Are you sure these guys even like us?"

"Well, there's only one way
to find out. Besides, they're college guys, and you know how I like older
men," she said.

I laughed.
Me too,
I
thought to myself, though I could never tell Jenny about the relationship that
I had with my Daddy- I mean my stepfather, Max.

"What if they're expecting
us to do what we did in the video? What if they think we're a couple of
lesbians?" I asked.

I heard Jenny scoff a little,
though I thought that she probably would love to experiment a little bit, to
fool around with me. "So we give them a little show, then each break off
with an individual guy. Really, it's not a big deal."

I sighed. "I don't
know..."

"Look, I can't go there
myself. A cute little girl, fed drinks by two guys. You know how these frat
guys are, I'll be lucky if I make it back in one piece. Besides, we talked
about me being there for you for your first time," Jenny said.

I sighed again. We had talked
about when Jenny had lost her virginity this year, and she had pressured me to
just get it over with so I could enjoy sex. Every time I went out with a guy,
though, I just thought of
him...

"I'll do it," I said
suddenly. "I'll go with you to the party. Where are we meeting?"

I could practically hear her beaming
over the phone. "Great! I'll wait for you at the grocery store parking lot
at 9 pm. Don't be late and don't be caught by your dad!"

I glanced over at the clock. 7:07
PM. "I'll be there."

-
X -

I looked in the mirror. It would
be a warm evening tonight and I knew I should dress appropriately. The short
black skirt I chose could almost be considered classy, if not for the slit
running up the thigh. I loved how from behind it made my ass look like a
million bucks, and from the front it made my legs look ballerina long. I wore
my white push up bra underneath a silver tank top, hoping to make my small
breasts looked larger than they were. The low cut of the shirt accented the
pleasant plump mounds the bra held up. I liked my breasts, they were perky and
tight, but they just weren't very large. At least with this shirt and bra, I
could give the illusion that there was more than just a mouthful.

I left my hair loose in soft
waves around my shoulders, but put a couple of hair bands around my wrist in
case I decided to put it up later. The reflection in my mirror told me that I
looked hot. There was no way any male would be able to resist me if I put on
some charm in this outfit. Max would have a fit if he saw me. I threw my
lipstick and mascara in my purse in case I needed a touch up later and set my
shoes, a pair of killer heels, by the door.

At the last moment, I opened the
box I had in my closet that I had been keeping for a special occasion. It said
medium-sized on the box, but I hoped the guy I got with tonight was big. I
laughed at myself as I threw a condom in my purse. Better to have one and not
need it...

The wooden floor outside my
bedroom squeaked softly, telling me that someone was right outside my door.
Since Mom was at a conference this week, I knew it had to be Max, my step-dad.
My heart skipped a beat just thinking about him outside my door. I felt hot and
cold at the same time. Hot because the idea of him in my bedroom, in my bed,
was enough to make me need a cold shower. Cold because if he caught me dressed
like this, he would be furious.

The idea of him furious further
intrigued me. Max had spanked me for being impertinent and naughty. I had never
been more turned on in my life than when he turned me over his knee and made me
orgasm until I couldn't see straight. As part of that experience, I was to call
him Daddy and treat him with more respect.

After a video had been taken of
me making out with Jenny, then getting topless in a pool, he had gone even
further. He had shaved my pussy, then forced me to give him head. After that,
he had given me head, and I had the biggest orgasm of my life.

He had gotten stuck in my mind
after that, and no matter what I did, I couldn't seem to stop thinking about
him. Everything I saw made me want him that much more. Every bone in my body
ached to have him teach me how to be more respectful. Just thinking about what
he could teach my body, what he had already taught my body, was turning me on.
If I wasn't careful, I would need to change my underwear before I could even
leave the house. I hoped those college boys could satisfy the ache growing in
my belly, because, so far, the only one able to do that had been Max.

I knew that if tonight was the
night I lost my virginity, I'd be thinking of my Daddy.

A soft knock on the door startled
me. I glanced at my watch, still on target to meet Jenny if I timed it right.

"Kari? You going to
bed?" Max's voice called through the door. My heart sped up. If he caught
me dressed like this, there would be hell to pay. I wasn't sure if the thought
scared me or excited me.

"Yeah, I'm in bed," I
answered, hopping into my bed and pulling the covers up over my shoulders. I
hit the light on the nightstand off, the room going just dark enough to keep my
makeup from appearing out of place, as the door knob turned and Max walked in.

"You feeling okay,
sweetie?" Max asked, concern in his voice. "It's only a little after
eight and you're already in bed."

"I'm fine, Daddy. Just a
little tired tonight. I just need a little sleep," I said, sounding a
little nervous even to my own ears. It wasn't really lying. I
was
tired;
tired of being a virgin. A little bit of sleeping, or sleeping around, would
cure that. Still, my stomach twisted, knowing that he would be upset if he
found out, regardless of my words.

"All right then. Well, you
get some rest. I might head to bed early myself tonight." Max smiled in
the gray light before he leaned down and kissed my forehead. His lips were hot
on mine, and I flashed back to when he had shaved my pussy then put those same
hot lips against it. I almost blabbed my whole plan to him right then, but I
kept my tongue still in my mouth.

"Thanks, Daddy. Have a good
night."

"You too, Kari." He
smiled gently, then walked back to the hallway and closed the door lightly
behind him.

I let out a breath I didn't even
realize I was holding. If he had caught me... My body shivered in delight. I
almost wished he had.

I crawled out of bed, put some
pillows where I had been laying and covered them back up with the blanket. My
imitation at a sleeping form looked believable, so I picked up my shoes and
opened the door to peek out. The hallway was quiet, but I could hear the TV on
in my parent's bedroom. The light flickered under the door, and I gave a small
smile. I would be out the front door and on my way before the show even ended.

I tiptoed down the hall, avoiding
the creaky floorboards with ease. I practically floated down the stairs, not
even making a whisper of a sound. I could see the front door. If I could get
through that, I would be home free.

My fingers brushed the cool metal
doorknob, when the main overhead light flashed to life. The room went from gray
evening light to warm yellow in a split second.

"Going somewhere?" The
disappointment was evident in Max's voice. My hand dropped to my side, and I
guiltily turned around.

"Um, yeah, I was going to go
meet Jenny." The words sounded lame in my head, especially since I had
just told him I was going to go to bed. Max stepped slowly down the stairs,
pausing at each one as he looked at his lying daughter.

"Not wearing that you
aren't," he said quietly as he reached the last step. He was wearing a
white cotton shirt and gym shorts and I couldn't help but check out his body. I
bit my lip as he kept his slow pace toward me. With every step he took, my
heart pounded harder. "Why is it that five minutes ago, you were tucked
into bed, but all of a sudden you've decided to go meet up with Jenny?"

I didn't know what to say, I just
looked down. When he got to me, he grabbed my purse without hesitation.

"Hey!" I cried out as
he opened it up and stuck his hand in. I couldn't believe it when he started
rifling through my belongings, as if my privacy meant nothing to him. I
shouldn't have been surprised, though. I knew that my privacy didn't mean anything
to him, actually. He already knew my ass cheeks and my pubic hair intimately,
what was looking through my purse to him?

He pulled out my mascara, then
took another look at my face. "Makeup to see Jenny?" he asked
sarcastically. I kept silent. He snickered when he found the lipstick, tossing
it on the ground. I remained quiet.

He froze. I knew what it was that
he found. He dropped my purse entirely, his hand on only one object. As it
clattered to the ground, coins clattering all over the phone, I had never been
more embarrassed.

He was holding a square, yellow
wrapper.

"I'm sure you'll need this
when you go see Jenny," he said.

"Max, I can explain..."
I started.

"Oh, so now it's back to
Max. I can see now that you haven't learned a thing from our lessons," he
said. "Do you know how I caught you on the way out?"

I had no idea, so I shook my
head. Max grabbed me by the hair and began to lead me up the stairs. I tried to
struggle away from him, but he walked up the stairs toward my room. As we
entered, he flipped on the light and let go of my hair.

I looked on the bed. It looked
nothing like a sleeping body in the light. "You're a terrible liar, Kari,
and you can't even make a proper body in a bed. I watched you sneak past my
room. Now you're going to start telling the truth."

I withered under his piercing
gaze. "Ok, Max."

"I'm sorry, what was
that?" he asked.

I knew what he wanted, and I
could already feel the want growing in the pit of my stomach. "Yes,
Daddy."

"Much better. Now, how many
guys have you let run through you?" Max asked.

My mouth dropped.
"None."

Max laughed.  "None. That's a joke. I've seen how you
act. Remember the video? You have no problem drinking, making out with others,
and jumping in a pool naked."

I shook my head. "I'm
serious, I'm a virgin." I couldn't believe I was telling this to my
stepfather, but there had to be some way to convince him. I walked over to my
closet, where the box of condoms was. I grabbed the box and handed it to him.

"Check it, it's a box of ten
and there should be nine left in it," I said.

"Oh, so you've already
worked your way through an entire box and are working at your second?" he
asked accusingly.

I groaned. "Max-"

He grabbed my hair again and
pulled. "Don't you 'Max' me," he said through gritted teeth.

"You're hurting me,
Daddy," I said. I just wanted this conversation to be over so I could go
to bed.

He let go of me, then looked at
me up and down. In my short black skirt and silver top, I knew I was a sight to
behold. I loved the way he was looking at me right now.

"You know that men wouldn't
be able to resist you in that outfit, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy," I
responded.

He licked his lips. He obviously
loved being called Daddy. "Then how am I supposed to believe that you're a
virgin when you're dressed like that?"

I bit my lip. "I dressed
this way because I didn't want to be a virgin anymore," I blurted out.

Max's eyes seemed to bug out a
little bit at that. He was still holding the condom in his hand. "And you
honestly think that the young punk that you were going to meet tonight was
going to use this?"

I looked back down. I hoped he
would. I wasn't on birth control.

Max grabbed my chin and made me
look up at him. His rough hands against my chin were enough to get my juices
flowing again.

"Take off your
clothes," he said, looking at me in the eyes. I almost smiled. If he
expected to shave me again, he'd find that I'd already taken care of myself. I
backed away from him, pulling the tight top off of my body. I quickly undid my
bra, my growing breasts falling free after being pushed up for the past few
minutes.

I unzipped the side of the skirt
that didn't have the slit in it, and it fell right down. I pulled my shoes and
socks off, then stood there in the cute white panties I had picked out for the
evening.

"All of them," he said,
his voice commanding.

"I already shaved
myself," I said.

He seemed to laugh to himself,
then turned his gaze back to me, glowering. For a moment I saw a flash of
anger, then he said, "Either take them off, or I'll take them off."

I thought about him pulling them
off my body, slowly and sensually, and I did crack a smile. I crossed my arms
and cocked my hips. This would be a dream come true for me.

In a moment, he crossed the
distance between us. He placed his strong hand on my chest and another on my
back, practically lifting me off my feet as he threw me to my bed. In a moment,
I felt his strong hands move from around me down to my nether regions. I felt
him fumble around for a moment, then heard a sharp tearing sound as the delicate
fabric of my panties was rendered in two.