Chapter 2: Putting a Smile on My Dad’s Face

When we got home my dad didn’t say a word but instead disappeared to his study and shut the door, leaving me and my mom in the kitchen. I looked at my mom and smiled. “I know how to make daddy feel better mom.”

I wasn’t sure what reaction to expect but this wasn’t it. My mom sighed and sat down at the table and put her head in her hands.

“Mom ... what’s wrong?” I asked softly, unsure as to what I’d done wrong or if it had anything to do with me in the first place. I stood there, waiting anxiously as she shook her head, then ran her hands through her hair and looked up at me.

“Oh baby, someday you’ll learn that you can’t fix everything with sex,” she sighed.

Now I was confused. What did she mean by THAT? Since I started having sex a couple of years ago it seems I can pretty much fix anything with sex, at least when it came to boys. Why wouldn’t it work with my dad?

“But mom, he’s been so happy lately, especially when we do it,” I protested.

My mom looked down at the table and coughed, then chuckled a bit before looking back up at me again. “Kelly, look in the mirror baby ... you’re a cute little sixteen year-old high school slut. What man in his right mind wouldn’t be thrilled to have you bouncing on his dick?”

It actually made me feel good when she said things like that about me. Parental recognition means a whole lot more than just anyone off the street. “What should I wear for him mom? I asked excitedly, pretty much ignoring her not so subtle hints.

My mom just huffed and buried her face in her hands before looking up at me rolling her eyes. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said, conceding the discussion to me. She seemed to think about it for a moment before answering, “So if you insist ... then what about that slutty cheerleader outfit he bought you last year?”

I knew exactly which one she was talking about even though I hadn’t worn it since last summer. As much as I may detest actual cheerleaders, dressing up as one can be fun if you have the right audience - and the right uniform.

After giving my mom a quick peck on her forehead I ran up to my bedroom to dig out the cheerleader outfit from the bottom of my dresser. Pulling to out, memories of the day he gave it to me came flooding back to me. It hadn’t been anything special, just an ordinary summer day when dad came home from work with a mysterious box in hand. Of course I was thrilled when he told it was for me but he wouldn’t tell me what was in it. Instead, he said to go to my bedroom and try it on and then come back down to let him see me in it.