Chapter 6: A Final Word

Speaking of my parents, I wanted to take this opportunity to publicly thank both of my parents for all the love and support they have given me over the years. Without their guidance and support I would never have become the person I am today.

First I want to thank my mom. How many girls can say their mother is their best friend and confidante? If my friends are any sort of statistical sample, then the answer is, “not many”. She has always been there for me in the good times and the bad. She provides the guidance of a mother yet at the same time the intimacy of a best friend. It’s like I want to tell her everything and share everything. Indeed, who was the first person to see my masturbate? Who was the first person I told after Steve took my virginity? Who buys me sexy outfits and encourages me to flirt whenever we’re out together? Who gave me tips the day before my first real date on how to please a guy with my mouth? Who else but my mom!

Then there’s my father. Whereas my mom is my “friend”, dad’s my “cheerleader”. He’s the one to build my ego when I’m feeling down. He’s the one that tells me I’m cute and sexy when I look in the mirror and hate what I see. Mom buys me sexy outfits but they are still suitable for public consumption. My dad, on the other hand, loves me buying outfits that are only worn at home for him to see. You can just imagine how good it makes me feel about myself to wear a sheer negligee in front of my dad and have him tell me I’m the hottest girl in school. Of course I know he’s saying that because he’s my dad but that doesn’t mean I don’t love it just as much.

Sometimes I wonder how other girls handle it with parents that are close minded and don’t support them the way my parents do me. I can’t picture having to sneak around trying to have sex with a boy when my parents even encourage me to bring them home so we don’t have to do just that. How many other parents allow their daughter to disappear on the deck in the hot tub to be naked with their boyfriend without feeling compelled to check on them now and then to ensure nothing is happening? Of course something is happening, duh!

People sometimes ask me if I worry about being a slut and possibly being taken advantage of by guys. Well, they don’t know that while the guy may think he has me all alone in my bedroom when we’re doing it, what he doesn’t know is that my dad is keeping an eye on him, ready to throw him out on his bare butt if he so much as even threatens to hurt me. You can’t ask for more security than your own father!

So now my sophomore year is coming to an end. In a few short months I’ve managed to firmly establish myself as a slut and well towards my ultimate goal of being the class slut. Yes, I’m VERY popular right now, just as any girl COULD be if she was willing to do what it takes.