Chapter 1: A Question of Dating

“Hey Daddy,” Ava began. My daughter, even though she was growing up, still had a very high pitched voice. She probably could have done good chipmunk impersonations if she really wanted to. The only parts of her that seemed to have hit any sort of adolescent growth spurt were her head and her boobs. Both looked too big for her slender limbs and torso. “I’m fifteen now, and I think I should be able to start dating.”

“Well, I’m not sure about that. Did you have a specific boy in mind?”

“No, not in particular. Although I have been asked out to the movies or dinner before,” When Ava saw my frown, she quickly added, “Just a few times. And I always declined by saying I’m not allowed to date yet. But if I were allowed to date, I think it would be be nice have the option of saying yes when a boy has the courage to ask me out. And there will be school dances this spring. It would be nice if a date took me to one of those.”

I was still frowning, and Ava continued, “I can see you don’t much like this idea, but hear me out. I’m not asking that I be allowed to go to some dark movie theater and make out with a boy throughout the length of a film. And you don’t have to have some embarrassing father-daughter talk about being safe. I already know about that from the school nurse. And even though I’m not planning anything, I know enough to keep a condom in my purse and to make sure no boy gets anywhere near me without using one.”

I was trying to approach the matter seriously, but hearing my daughter, in her almost cartoon voice, talk about condoms caused me to chuckle. Ava stomped her foot, which made her boobs, which looked surprisingly large in her red top, bounce up and down in reaction. I had a most unfatherly reaction. Thankfully, I only thought this and didn’t say it out loud. “Damn, any teen boy that goes on a date with my Ava is going to be drooling to get his hands on those puppies!”

“Daddy! You can make me wait until I’m sixteen to start dating, but I’m going to get mad at you if you don’t take me seriously.”

“I’m taking you seriously; I was just a little surprised at how seriously you’re taking this.” Thinking quickly, I added, “How about if I take you out on a practice date? I’ll do all the things a teen-aged boy would do...” Would I really? I had just said to myself that any teen would be trying to feel my little girl up. I convinced myself that I would not actually try to cop a feel of my little girl’s big breasts, but if she wore anything half as nice as the top she had on now to our date, I’d probably be thinking of them later that night.