Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Incest, Interracial, First, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Pregnancy, .
Desc: Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Bob Tanner invited his daughter Judith to come to the Super Bowl, because his team was in it. She was allowed to bring four other girls with her from the parochial school she attended. Of course a chaperone was required, and the novice known as Sister Francine was selected for that job. She had much worldly knowledge, after all, and would be most aware of the snares the girls might be tempted with. So five girls and a novice headed off for the game. What could possibly go wrong?
The world is full of little dangers. It's a little like trying to navigate a jungle, in which there are snakes, poisonous plants, patches of quicksand, unfriendly natives, and other things you want to avoid. When you move at a sedate, studied manner, you can look out for, and avoid most problems. It may take you a while to get where you're going, but at least you'll get there in one piece.
But sometimes, you can't move at a sedate, studied pace. And sometimes things get out of control.
That's what happened to Judith Tanner the year her father's football team won the Super Bowl.
To go back to that analogy of the forest - only for a little bit longer, I promise - it evolved that she ended up having to run through the jungle. Had there been only one problem to avoid, she'd have been fine. But there were many hurdles, and in trying to jump them, she ended up in the quicksand.
Hmm. My jungle analogy sort of slipped into a sports analogy. How about I just tell you what happened.
Judith Tanner, who never even thought about shortening her name to "Judy" until she graduated high school, was raised in a world that was, in many ways, much like that of other kids her age. Her parents were well off enough that she wanted for pretty much nothing. Except, perhaps, a normal childhood. How can I say her life was typical, but then turn around and say it was abnormal? Let me explain.
Judith was a single child, born to the unlikely match of an assistant football coach at a major university and the daughter of the president of that university. The assistant coach and the president's daughter did not plan to have a baby. Not at all. Neither did they plan to elope one night. But their romance was full of fiery passion, and that passion drove them to actions that they might not have taken, had they taken the time to think things out.
What complicated things was that she came from an old, very traditional Catholic family. He, on the other hand, was a protestant. In truth, he started out as merely a bit of rebellion, in her mind. But things got out of control, as they sometimes do.
Even then, had the parties involved actually wanted love to conquer all, things might have worked out. But her parents convinced her he was at fault for everything. Her parents took control, and the marriage was annulled. Naturally, the "wayward" assistant coach was fired, and sent packing.
That was before they knew she was pregnant, of course.
And, of course, being Catholic, they were stuck. Their religion forbade terminating the pregnancy, and her parents' pride prohibited allowing someone who actually wanted and would love the child to raise it. In a throwback to a time five or six decades in the past, Susan was sent away to live in shame with her aunt, until the baby was born.
Bob Tanner only found out he had a daughter by accident. It happened two years later when he ran into Ricky Temple, who he had worked with back in those days, and who, while having a couple of drinks with his old buddy said, "Who knew you'd knock up the daughter of the president of the fucking university?"
He inquired, of course, and was repulsed, of course, up to and including a restraining order. But Bob Tanner, of all the people involved, actually felt more for the little girl than anybody else. If she was his daughter, he was going to be in her life. And he knew how to hire a lawyer too.
It took six years before a court awarded him joint custody of his little girl. In the end, the mother's petition had only one non-negotiable part. It concerned the plan for the formal education of the girl, which the mother asked the court to decree.
The father, in turn, also had only one non-negotiable demand. That was that the girl would officially bear his last name.
The judge expected there to be resistance to both of these when she called the two parties into her chambers to discuss things. Oddly, while there was significant tension (it was the first time they'd seen each other since their marriage had been annulled) there was almost no disagreement. He said, "You can have her educated wherever you want, as long as she has my last name." She said, "Fine. My parents are embarrassed by her having our last name anyway."
The judge had them sign the papers, and that was that.
Judith was, as this unhappy drama played out, already attending St. Clementine's Academy, a parochial school that would take a girl from kindergarten all the way through an associate's degree. After that, she'd be accepted to any Catholic college to complete her education. Her mother's decision on this was the result of two things. First, the grandparents demanded that the girl be raised Catholic. But Susan would have done that anyway, based on a complicated ethos in which the putative stance was that women are weak, and will submit to the advances of an unscrupulous man. And since, in this ethos (also assumed to be fact) all men are unscrupulous, Susan chose the path for her daughter that would, at least in theory, insulate her as completely as possible from the male of the species.
This philosophy was a learned one. Susan was the product of Catholic schools herself. The nuns had taught her many things, among them things that the nuns hadn't actually intended to teach. The untrustworthiness of men was one of those things. "Facts" can be of two types: established ... and inferred. You can only warn a girl about the hazards of intergender relationships so many times before the message begins to take on undertones you might not intend it to have.
That said, some messages are quite direct, and one must give credit to Sister Mary Margaret, whose catch phrase for just about everything having to do with men was: "If you give them what they want, you'll end up as a slut!"
And, in truth, by the time Susan went out with the nice young man who worked for her father, she already knew exactly how easy it was to "give them what they want, and end up as a slut." While she told him she was a virgin, she was not. He was the first, however, to actually care about her, and that was absorbed by her lust-fogged brain, perhaps. It's probably why she suggested in a rush of emotion that they visit Reno. Bad judgment can happen to both people in a relationship. Booze helps, and when they tied the knot in a wedding chapel, Bob was pretty tipsy.
The explosion afterwards destroyed whatever budding romance there was. He was suddenly missing from her life, and she was convinced he would be gone forever. The pregnancy complicated things even more, and suddenly she was infused with the wisdom that would have prevented all this in the first place. Having learned her lesson the hardest way possible she found a school that would guard her own daughter until the girl was twenty-one, and believed that perhaps by then, little Judith might have the intelligence and will to continue avoiding men on her own.
There were "only" half a dozen or so problems with this plan. The first, and most obvious, was that while Susan might have been turned off to men by the events in her life, that didn't mean that her daughter would grow up turned off to men as well.
Then, while there may not have been boys in the schools Judith was sent to, that didn't mean there were no boys anywhere. So Judith knew boys existed. Next, the vast majority of her schoolmates had frequent interaction with boys, both at home and elsewhere. And it is true, just in case there is any doubt about it, that girls like to talk about boys. Especially when the boy is involved in something secret, sexy, dangerous or otherwise interesting. Such as seeing how far he can get with a girl wearing a Catholic school uniform.
In addition to the informal "crowd source" sex education sessions Judith attended, in little huddles of whispering girls, and secret gatherings in the unauthorized party room of the residence hall, there was also the formal sex education Judith Tanner received.
Susan wasn't aware of how progressive parochial schools had become since she went to one herself. The school she'd attended was in Hollyhock, North Dakota, which had both a minimum of extra boys hanging around, few opportunities to go home for a visit, and no hint of formal information involving how a baby was made. What the girls were taught there was "Sex is for making babies, and when you have sex, you will, in fact, make a baby. After you're married, of course."
In fact, over the years after Susan left school, Catholic schools had evolved into a social system that quite possibly provides one of the most comprehensive sexual education programs possible, even if it isn't in the official curriculum.
Which brings up another of the problems Susan wasn't aware would affect her plan.
Men were hired to teach the girls. And some men were quite willing to teach the girls much, much more than what was in the normal curriculum.
Not that Judith Tanner got nailed by any of her teachers. Some of them wanted to, of course. The sort that was willing to do that, actually ached to do it with Judith, because she was a genuine, qualified, make-your-dick-stand-up-and-salute stone fox from the time she was about fourteen. And she just got better looking as the years piled on. And Judith would have had to been blind not to notice the attention she got from the men she was exposed to. Even if it was silent attention. Remember, it is argued that seventy percent of all communication is non-verbal.
But Judith Tanner was one of those girls who knew what she wanted. Even when she wasn't sure what she wanted.
I know that sounds confusing. Perhaps it was more that, if she didn't actively want something, then as far as she was concerned, she didn't want it. She sort of had 'default positions' in her life. Like the first time she was offered a bottle, and a hit off the joint as it went around the circle of girls gathered in the candle-lit attic of Martin Residence Hall, after curfew. It was her first time at such a gathering. Some of her older classmates had decided it was time for pretty little Judith to join the crowd. She did, in fact, take a sip from the neck of the bottle of the Jim Beam, and decided immediately that she didn't care for it. But she wasn't stupid. After that, she put the bottle to her lips, tipped it up, plugged the tip with her tongue, and then shuddered and swallowed noisily as she passed it to the girl on her left. The joint she already knew she wasn't interested in, so she just said "I don't smoke." After the first time she passed it, the girl on her right passed it directly to the girl on her left and she never touched it again.
In this example we can see that she was politically astute, insofar as peer pressure affects social standing, and yet made her own decisions about things that could affect her life in momentous ways.
But you want to hear the story, so I'll just cut to the chase and say that, while Judith didn't have a chance to have any boyfriends, or get any sexual experience (with boys) while she was at school, that didn't mean that she was uneducated about the role men might someday play in her life.
There are two other things that must be said before we go on to explore what happened to Judith on the day her father's football team won the Super Bowl. One is that the primary male role models in her life were her father and the male instructors at St. Clementine's. They were the only males she spent enough time around to be affected by. The teachers were transient role models. Her mother was somewhat aloof, quite possibly because Judith reminded Susan of her original sin, so to speak. Her father, on the other hand, always lit up whenever he saw her. From him she got the hugs and nurturing that every child craves. All girls fall in love with their fathers, at one point or another.
Judith, basically, just stayed that way. She loved her daddy on a level no other man even approached.
The other thing is that she was fearless. It was a fearlessness based on self confidence, and an innate trust that she could handle whatever life threw at her. Of course she had no idea just how much life could throw at a young woman from a protected upbringing.
But about two and a half months after she turned seventeen, she was about to find out.
Bob Tanner was the youngest head coach of a professional football team in history. So of course he was the youngest head coach to get his team to the Super Bowl. Or for his team to bring with them to the Super Bowl. That was one of the things that made his team so formidable. He made sure they knew that it was their talent that had gotten them places. At the same time, they'd all been in the game plenty long enough to know that it took someone with real talent of his own to organize their talent, to end up as winners. He knew that too, of course. He just wasn't conceited about it.
Mutual respect is a very powerful asset.
In any case, emotions were running high as the day of the big event loomed closer and closer. The players were ready, and Bob Tanner and his assistant coaches were ready. They just wanted to be on the field, doing what they did so well.
Of course celebrations needed to be planned, in case they won. Actually, the celebration would take place either way. It would just be a hell of a lot more manic if they won. Even if they lost, though, they all still made a bundle, and any great plays would have been seen by millions. Careers could be made in a game like this, even if your team didn't win.
And it was, in fact, Bob's youth that caused him to assign the preparations for merry-making to the wrong guy. Well, maybe not the wrong guy, exactly. It was more that he didn't have the experience to give anywhere near enough guidance on what form said merrymaking should take.
The man he assigned was Tommy Hill, the assistant coach for strength and conditioning. In truth, Bob thought that asking Tommy to arrange the festivities was simply a reward for the man's hard work with the offensive line, which was routinely kicking ass all over the field. To that end, he said "Win or lose, Tommy, the guys will never forget this game. We need a party to go with that. Lots of champagne! It should start in the locker room, and keep going from there."
What he wasn't aware of was that Tommy had partied hard in college and, being unmarried, the only reason he didn't still party hard was because he had to be awake and functional at four in the morning every day.
So Bob had no idea that, in Tommy's mind, what you had to have with good champagne, was beautiful (and ideally naked) women to help the men drink it.
Tommy's first effort at arranging this didn't go so well. When he approached Mandy Jenkins, the head cheerleader for the team, and described his vision of naked cheerleaders cavorting around in the showers, helping the men get all that sweat off of them so they could go get drunk, her reaction started with "What the fuck have you been smoking?!" Then she pointed out that some of her cheerleaders... and his team members ... were married. She followed that up with "I know this is a big deal, but you're an asshole for even thinking about this, and I should kick your fucking ass!"
Tommy's next call was to the titty bar he frequented when the team wasn't on the road.
The manager was ecstatic when he hung up.
Bob grinned in anticipation as he heard the phone ringing on the other end. A sweet young female voice answered the phone, saying "Hello?"
"This is Bob Tanner," he said. "I need to speak with my daughter, Judith, please."
"Hi, Mister Tanner," said the perky voice. "Gimme a second. I'll go get her. She might be in the shower, so don't worry if it takes her a minute to get here, okay?"
The image of a dorm full of nubile girls, all preparing for bed, some of them cavorting in the shower, invaded his mind, and the grin tightened. He'd seen the residence hall, of course, during a visit to pick up Judith. It was an old brick building, with floors as smooth and shiny as glass. He knew the phone that this unidentified but friendly girl was speaking to him on was perched in a small niche in the wall in the middle of the hallway. Officially, the girls were not allowed to have cell phones at St. Clementine's, something he thought was draconian, but which his wife approved of heartily. Susan approved of anything that punished someone else. She had evolved into a bitter, sad, mean woman. Of course the only thing the staff could do was seize an offending device if they saw one. He knew his daughter had one, but he did not call it because he didn't know where his daughter was. If it rang under the wrong circumstances, he'd get her in trouble, and he didn't want to do that. So he called the dorm line, like all parents were supposed to do.
He shook off thoughts of his wife and the grin, which had faded, came back as the phone rattled.
"Hi Daddy!" squealed the sweetest voice in the world. "I love you!"
"And I love you too," he said. "I can even prove it."
"You don't have to prove it," she said. "I know you were busy getting the team ready for the Super Bowl and stuff."
Bob's grin slipped again. She was referring to the fact that he'd forgotten her seventeenth birthday. Susan hadn't, but she hadn't had the decency to remind him either. She'd been trying to poison his relationship with Judith for years, ever since their daughter was twelve, and had chosen to live with him one summer vacation, instead of with her mother. Susan's reaction to that had been so dark that he and Judith had frankly agreed that she'd stay with her mother during summer vacations from then on.
Still, by agreeing to live with her mother when school wasn't in session, Judith got to spend weeks at a time visiting her father. One of the things she learned early in life was that you can cram a heck of a lot of joy into a small amount of time if you pay attention to not wasting said time.
She also learned that, if you don't actually live with your father, it's a lot easier to talk to him about important, sometimes intimate things in a girl's life. They had somehow become very close, for as little time as they'd been able to spend with each other over the years.
Of course part of that was because, when she did get to go visit him, he managed to ensure that the only thing he had to pay attention to was her. And any woman appreciates a man who gives her his full attention.
"I know," he said. "And that's one of the reasons I love you so much. You've cut me a lot of breaks in the Dad arena, and I appreciate it. I doubt I'll ever be a really good Dad, and I am thankful for your patience with me."
"You're so silly," said his daughter, and he felt a thrill run through him as he could tell she really meant that.
"Anyway, I know you said you didn't care about a birthday present, but how would you like to see the Super Bowl from the best seat in the house?"
"Really?" squealed Judith. She rarely got to attend any of her father's games. Her mother wouldn't even consider going to one, and Judith knew better than to ask to attend such functions un-chaperoned. Not to mention that such games were invariably hundreds of miles away, and Judith had no car. Her father had offered to buy her one, but her mother refused to sign off on the insurance forms. One of the things Judith didn't know was that she had been conceived in the back seat of a car.
"I'll be on the field, of course," said Bob. "But you and your friends will be in the owner's box, and after the game we can spend as much time together as you want. I can show you around. You know ... show you what my job is like. Call it a take your daughter to work day."
"I can't wait!" yelled Judith happily. "You said friends? How many can I bring?"
"Well, seeing as how when I entertain you, I'll have to entertain them too, let's keep it to one or two, okay? Unless they're eighteen, and want to stay in their own room in the hotel. I'll arrange for a room for them. You too, if you'd rather stay with them than bunk in with your old man."
"No way!" said Judith, immediately. "You're not old. And I love spending time with you. You know that. It would be fun to have some of my friends there, though. And they all think you're a hunk."
"Oh really?" He laughed. "Okay. Five at the most. I'll have Rhonda email you the tickets. And you'd better not scalp them, you hear me?"
Her laugh tinkled in his ear. Then he heard her say "Oops! Dropped my towel. Good thing they don't have coed dorms here." She laughed again, but Bob imagined his beautiful young daughter standing there, in that hallway, naked, possibly shivering. In his imagination he hugged her - for warmth only, of course - and somehow he was naked too.
He swallowed and forced his mind back to the present.
"Yes," he agreed, thinking of what he'd do to any boy who put his hands on Judith. He blinked. He'd always thought Judith was beautiful. But he'd never had any seriously sexual thoughts about her. Fleeting ones ... but not as detailed as this last one was.
It bothered him.
"Okay," he said, nervous now. "I need to get back to it. Promise me you'll come."
"Of course I will," she said. "I can't wait. I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, pumpkin," he sighed.
He spent another minute or two reflecting on an additional unbidden series of thoughts that flashed through his mind. They involved Judith, sharing his hotel room with him. Somehow, in his misty anticipation of being in another motel room, there was a naked woman in his bed too. He tried, for a few seconds, to figure out how he could have his daughter and a naked woman in his room at the same time, but that led to another quick fantasy that made him feel even more guilty.
He shuddered and shoved those thoughts away. He hoped she never found out he'd had them. He thought about Teresa Johnson, one of the marketing reps who'd been having regular meetings with him on the run-up to the Bowl. She was a perky, vivacious, and undeniably beautiful woman who made it clear she was available to one of the two most important coaches in America. At least for the present. He grinned again. Teresa was an opportunist. He knew that. He also knew he wouldn't invite her into his bed. He'd seen a number of "work romances" end badly. She was good at her job and he didn't want her to leave because a romance with the boss didn't work out.
Besides, the last thing he needed right now was a scandal. And, he'd never had a serious relationship with a woman after things went to shit with Susan. At first it was just too painful. Then he became gun-shy that it might happen again. He did date, sometimes, and he went out with one teacher for six months, but then she wanted commitment from him that he couldn't give, so she went looking for it elsewhere. Not having a woman in his life all the time didn't bother him, though. Fifteen years of relative celibacy had trained him that most urges could be handled pretty efficiently by less complicated procedures than wooing a woman and hoping she'd go to bed with you.
That very night Judith logged onto her school email account, and found an email from an address she didn't know, except that it ended in ocelots.com, which she knew to be the organization her father worked for. She opened it excitedly and then read:
My name is Rhonda Detweiller and I'm your father's executive assistant. Per your father's instructions, there will be five tickets waiting for you, with seats in the owner's box. Please check in at gate six. If you need help finding it, just ask any official Bowl employee where the participant gate is. Print this message off and present it to the guard at the gate, as the following verification code will be on his authorization list: ZW89C56-102-107. You can also park in the team support parking area under this same authorization code.
We hope you enjoy the game and the whole team looks forward to meeting you.
The first person Judith went looking for to share the good news was her best friend and roommate, Tiffany.
Jerome Franklin, owner of Club Exotica, was not a happy man. He felt like he should be, though. One of his best customers, Tommy Hill, had offered him the chance of a lifetime. Jerome didn't think of himself as the owner of a seedy strip club in a run down part of town. He made decent money, and one of the assistant coaches from the football team that was going to be in the fucking Super Bowl this year was often in his club. And that very assistant coach had offered Jerome and his dancers the chance for what amounted to bragging rights for what Jerome thought of as the Super Bowl of strippers.
Jerome believed he was on his way up in the world.
Then he got his dancers together and told them what the plan was. It was Tommy's plan, actually, but Jerome was blinded by the stars in his eyes as he listened to it. The girls, however, had been around the block enough times to wear the rubber off the tread a bit, and when Jerome told them all they had to do was get naked in the showers with the team that won the Super Bowl, the girls balked a bit.
Natasha was their leader, and she spoke for them now.
"Jerome, honey, you been smokin' crack? We ain't goin' in no locker room full of 300 pound naked guys who feel like they own the whole fuckin' world. We be dancers, Jerome, not hookers."
"Nobody said anything about hookin'," Jerome said, defending himself.
Lakeesha spoke up next. "So if you was in the shower, all happy and washing the sweat of winning the Super Bowl off of you, and a naked hottie like one of us stepped in with you ... what would you think was about to happen?"
Jerome blinked. He maintained a strictly professional relationship with the girls who worked for him. Life got much too complicated if he didn't. But that didn't mean he hadn't had a fantasy or two about some of his dancers.
"I'll make sure they know that's not what's going on," he said, rather than admitting that they were probably right.
"Yeah," said Natasha. "I can just see you telling some linebacker to keep his hands off one of us. No, I think you need to find yourself some other girls, Jerome. Besides, some of us got kids. We can't go running off to someplace hundreds of miles away."
Jerome started to feel panic. There was literally a hundred grand in this for him if he pulled it off like Tommy wanted. And now these sluts were going to take that away from him?
"How about if you just danced in the locker room?" he asked. "G-strings and pasties," he added, hopefully. "I mean you'd start with more than that on, but you'd only have to go down to G-strings and pasties. Come on. There's two grand in it for each of you. And that's for maybe an hour. Think about it. Those guys will have things to do and places to go. They're not going to hang around and cause trouble for a bunch of dancers. Plus I'll pay for the bus tickets and motel."
"Two thousand? And all we do is dance? In the locker room and not in the showers?" That was Jeanette, who Jerome knew was having some financial problems. He thought about the hundred grand (plus expenses) Tommy had offered him. "Three thousand!" he blurted.
They had huddled then. Finally Natasha had turned back to him.
"You got yourself some dancers. But that's it. No hanky panky, and nobody gets completely nude. And we fly out and back. No bus. Deal?"
He'd been frantic. He'd yelped "Deal!" almost instantly. But now that he'd had time to think about it, he realized this didn't look at all like what Tommy had been so excited about. And now that he'd had time to reflect on everything Tommy had said, he remembered Tommy saying something along the lines of how long he'd been waiting to get into Veronica's panties after watching her strip so many times. Veronica, however, was one of the girls who had a kid. And a husband ... who looked like he could walk onto one of the teams in the Super Bowl.
It was sensing his hundred grand slipping away, not to mention the bragging rights as the club owner who had entertained the winning Super Bowl team, that had him frowning right now.
A thought came to him. Actually, the girls had been right. If he was in that situation, he would assume that the girls cavorting with him, naked in the shower room, would be willing to do the nasty with him. She had said they weren't hookers.
So what he needed was ... some hookers.
He picked up the phone and called a friend of his named Snooky.
At least that's what everybody called him.
Fifteen minutes later, he was smiling again. Snooky wasn't even going to charge him anything for supplying thirty high-class call girls.
After all, these were the kind of girls who could make their own deals, and he'd get a percentage of that. And some of them would almost certainly establish lasting relationships with some very important men in the world of sports ... the kinds of relationships that would make him rich many times over.
Snooky saw it as an investment in the future, and he knew he'd never have been able to get his girls in there any other way.