My name is Marie and I'm twenty-four years old. I was raised solely by my Dad since the death of my mother when I was six years old. We built a special bond between us since it was just us together. I did have two sets of Grandparents but they both lived out west where my parents were from. According to Dad I was born a California girl.

We, Mom, Dad and I, moved to Ohio when I was two years old. Dad was in the insurance business and had got a big promotion so we moved out east. Eventually he opened his own business. Throughout the years we would go and visit my grandparents at least twice a year.

I wasn't really close to them seeing I didn't know them that well. They were always nice to me and sent me presents for the different holidays and my birthday. But it was basically Dad and I as a team.

He had girlfriends but said he would never get married again till I was grown up. He didn't want to divide his time between a wife and me. It suited me just fine. I really loved my Dad and he took me everywhere. I've been to Cedar Point and Kings Island which are two big amusement parks in Ohio.

We didn't go just once but we went to one or the other every year till I graduated. He would always let me take a girlfriend so I had someone to ride with. Even though he dated, he never let any woman come between us; many had tried. After all, Dad was a good looking man and owned his own agency. He would have been a good catch for any woman.

If you could be in love with your father than I was.

While I was in high school Dad would attend all my games. I played soft ball, volleyball and ran track. I was a pretty good athlete but not good enough for any scholarships. It was ok because I didn't want to play sports when I got to college.

In my sophomore year in high school I got interested in drama. I was in every school play for the next three years. I thought of being an actress. It made Dad laugh but he said the world was my oyster. I could do whatever I wanted too. What I really wanted was my Dad. I know that's wrong but he was everything to me.

I always hugged and kissed my Dad. It was just natural for us. Ever since I was a little girl I would get in bed with him when I had nightmares. He always made me feel so safe. As I got older he told me I couldn't sleep with him anymore.

I cried and thought he didn't like me anymore but he sat me down and told me about the birds and the bees. He explained about incest and how wrong society said it was. I felt much better after our talk but was still in love with him.

He said I could still cuddle with him on the couch when we watched television. I was somewhat sad when I left for college. I really didn't want to leave my Dad but he told me I had a life to live.

I went to Ohio State which was ninety miles from home. At the beginning I would come home every weekend but after awhile it was just too much driving so I would only come home for the holidays and special occasions.

At college I became somewhat of a party girl. Thank God Dad put me on the pill when I became a teenager. The last thing I needed was a baby. I did join the drama club in college and Dad would come up and see me in all the plays. My roomies would always say what a hunk my father was.

He kept himself in great shape, always working out and enjoyed racquetball and golf. I would go golfing with him most every time I would come home. I wasn't that good, but it was fun just being with my father.

I dated a number of guys and had sex with some of them. I honestly didn't know what the big deal was. They wanted their cocks sucked but it was like pulling teeth trying to get them to eat a pussy. When it came to having an orgasm, most guys would come before I got there. Guess it's just as well I was good at acting.

It wasn't exactly something I could talk to my Dad about or was it?

I'd been having sex for nearly four years now and it wasn't anything like I expected. I gave blowjobs and even faked orgasms but real ones were few and far between.

One guy that I was very close to asked me to marry him. I told him I needed to talk to my Dad before I could give him an answer. I thought I loved him but I wasn't sure. I went home for the Christmas holidays and decided to talk with Dad about Bill. I told Dad I had something very important to talk with him about.

"You're not pregnant are you Marie?"

"Dad! No, I'm not pregnant. Bill, the guy I told you I was dating asked me to marry him. I'm not sure what to do."

"Do you love him? Does he make you happy? Can you see yourself spending the rest of your life with him?" Dad asked.

"I do like him a lot. He does make me laugh when we go out..."

"Marie, I hear hesitation in your voice. You know you can tell me anything. I'll do my best to be honest with you and not judge you. How is sex with him?"

"Dad! I feel funny talking to you about that."

"It's ok Sweetheart. You can talk to me about it. You are still on the pill aren't you?"

"Yes Dad, but sex isn't all I heard it was cracked up to be. To be honest, I can take it or leave it. It hardly seems worth the effort. Maybe it's just me. It doesn't seem all that good with Bill and that bothers me. Do you think I should see a doctor about it?"

"If you think you might be having a problem I think you should see the doctor. I'll make you an appointment while you're home. Believe me Marie, love and sex should be a big part of your life at your age. See the doctor and we'll talk afterwards."

"I love you Daddy," I said and gave him a hug.

I went to the doctor and she said my health was excellent. When I asked her about sexual play and orgasms she helped explain it to me. Dad had told me to ask her.

"Marie, there is nothing physically wrong with you. You have to understand that sex and love are not the same thing. The difference in having an orgasm with someone you love is so much better."

"You and your partner try to do everything to help each other climax. You will know when you have had sex with someone you truly love; there will be no doubt."

Now I was a bit confused. If what the doctor said was right then I couldn't really love Bill could I? I asked myself.

After I was back in school I wanted to have sex with Bill. He was more than happy to accommodate me. I sucked his cock till he came.

We watched a porno movie and after he got hard again I rode him till he came again and kept riding him till he became soft. I felt a mini orgasm but nothing like I hoped for. I told Bill that I wasn't ready to get married. He seemed a little sad but when I told him I'd still have sex with him, he was ok with it.

In college I took business and insurance courses. I knew I had a good position waiting for me at Dad's business after graduation. He told me after I learned the ropes he would make me a partner. I would be graduating in a couple of months. I couldn't wait to be home again with my Dad. I really missed being around him.