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Introduction:

This story is not for everyone. Just as my other story was this is a story from my overly active imagination. I got this idea from watching a daughter and father get on and off the bus I ride to work every day. My last story has given me mixed reviews. Some of you liked it and some didn't and that’s OK. I think some of the issue was the dialog so I will try to provide a better structure in this one. Until I have found an editor or even someone to help me write and read my stories all I can do is give it the old college try. Also please comment more on this story. That is truly why I like to write. I love hearing what you guys think and how many people read what I just drafted in my room is truly astonishing to see once I step back and think of how many people have read what just came out of my head. I also want to try and tell this from a different format. I decided to go with a diary format because I read one the other day on it and I felt it was more enjoyable to read, but that’s not what matters it's what you people think so PLEASE tell me what your opinion is. Also tell me if the protagonist is too young for you guys. I am always welcome to criticism and I will respond to your comments asap. So if you make a comment check back and see if I responded, even if you post on anonymous. Also there will be no sex in this chapter because I think this might have some potential so I really want to set up some character relations. Anyways I'll get off my soap box now and tell you, my reader, another story.
March 3, 2013

Hi diary my name is Jenny. My dad, and what few people I call my friends, call me Jen. My daddy bought me this diary to record some thoughts and events that happen in my day to day life. He said that I'm getting to “That age”, whatever that means, where a lot of things are going to change and this would help me deal with it. So I'm just going to tell you some things that happened to me today and some thoughts that I had and we'll see where it goes from there.

I can't stand this heat! It's barely March and I'm already begging for the sweet release of winter. I have always been a winter kind of girl but I mean come on! It's hardly spring and it's already 92 degrees. This is going to be a long summer!

I'm standing here waiting at the bus, which always seems to be late, and longing to see my daddy's sweet face. See my daddy likes for me to ride the Hidden Fork Transit, the public bus service, because no school bus comes to our area due to the fact that we live a little under a mile from the school and he says I'm too young to walk. I told him that I'm 12 and can handle the short walk but he said that he likes riding the bus home from work and gets to see me every day. I love my daddy so this is completely fine with me. Anyways that’s all diary. The bus is here and I get to see daddy! I hope me and you become best friends.

March 6, 2013

Wow diary this is our first weekend together! I can't believe that the days have flown by so quickly. Friday was parent teacher conferences. My daddy and Miss Faber, my math teacher, really hit it off. I heard them talking and laughing while I was messing around trying to spell “hello” on my scientific calculator. Mary, one of my class mates, showed me a few days ago but I can't remember it to save my life!
Anyways back to daddy. I heard them talking and my dad asked her out on a date! Daddy hasn't been on a date since mom left us so many years ago.... But yeah anyways daddy said I have been the love of his life since she left and I haven't really had a girl to talk to, I have a few class mates, but no one to look up to, besides daddy, and he doesn't even have a no no scar! I know because I saw him in the shower one day. Anyways I am really looking forward to seeing Miss Faber! I'll tell you how it went tomorrow. Bye for now.

March 7, 2013

OMG DIARY!! My daddy kissed Miss Faber!! This changes everything! Is she going to be my mommy? Are they going to see each other again? What does this all mean? I wasn't even supposed to see it! The baby sitter passed out on the couch when she thought I was asleep. She had a math book open to something about analytic trig. Whatever that means! It looked yucky and all it had was letters and a weird circle thingy with a slash through it. Anyways, diary, I'm getting off topic. I snuck to the window and saw them kissing, I think that’s how babies are made so I gotta go talk to daddy about it. Good bye for now dairy.

March 8, 2013

OK dairy so I have a lot to tell you! Today I was waiting for the bus as I usually do but today felt different. I was going to ask my daddy about Miss Faber and about babies. The school was going to show us a video about something called sex and I got daddy to sign a paper saying I could watch it but I lost the paper that day and was too scared to tell my daddy because I didn't want him to be mad. So I just sat in the class room and waited for everyone to return. When they did I didn't ask questions because I didn't want to be made fun of or look stupid. So I just kept my big dumb mouth quite. So today when we got home and we sat down on the couch and there was an awkward silence because I think we both knew what was about to come. I don't know how he knew but he did. My daddy was never this quite.

“Daddy! How are baby's made?” I asked him suddenly in the most innocent voice I could muster.

“Baby girl where does that question come from?” He replied back to me with genuine curiosity

“Well dad do you remember that video the school was going to show me and my class last year?”

“Mhmm” he said nodding his head

“Well I lost the sheet of paper you signed and they wouldn't let me watch” I said trying to look as sad as I could so daddy wouldn't be so mad at me

“Oh jeez why would you ever do that?” He said back to me with a fake since of surprise and a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Because I'm stupid!” I yelled back at him with tears forming in my eyes.

“Oh no baby you’re not! Your kind and smart and important. Plus you’re doing math that I couldn’t do in my wildest dreams. Now come on and be sensible.” He said with a warm calming tone. Daddy always knows what to do to calm me down. But as I looked into his caring eyes through my tear blurred vision I started to feel butterflies in my stomach. I have never felt this before. I wonder what this is diary... oh well

“You’re not mad at me?” I said with the last of my tears rolling down my eyes.

“Of course not,” He said almost yelling in astonishment, “Why would I be mad at the person I love the most in the whole wide world?” He asked with concern and comfort

“Because I let you down! I lost something I was supposed to turn in. You get mad when I don't turn in my homework,” I said as I spilled out my guilt “And what’s even worse is I didn't tell you about it!”

“It's OK baby. One little slip up every now and then is OK and you are in tears so it seems you learned your lesson. There’s no need for me to punish you even further.” He said with a smile on his face. There was a long pause as silence over took the room.

“So dad can you tell me how babies are made?” I asked with benign purposes.

“Well babe that's a hard question for me to answer.... I know you have good intentions but It's something I have a hard time not seeing you as that little girl that came from god to make my life better” He said with a twinkle in his eye and a smile spreading across his face toward the end of his speech.

“Well come on dad I'm not that little girl anymore. School won't teach me these things so if my daddy won’t teach me stuff like this than whom can I turn to?” I said as I scooted closer to him and hugged his arm.

“Babe these are things mommies and daughters are supposed to talk about. I should be talking about sexual things with my son and your mom should talk about this with you. You wouldn't understand what you’re asking me to do.” He said rubbing my back and shifting slightly in his seat. I think he was a little uncomfortable.

“I do understand daddy! It’s a lot to ask from you,” I stared up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes that I could. “And besides daddy you and I are all we got. I know Miss Faber and you are an item now but I don't want to talk about this with my school teacher! That would be so weird in class tomorrow! And I feel so much safer with my daddy! So what do you mean by sexual things? Is that what I'm asking you about?” I asked twirling my bangs mindlessly

“Yes babe it is,” He said finally giving into my curiosity, “A baby is made by a man and a women having sex. A man sticks his penis into a women’s vagina and rubs it around until he ejaculates. When he ejaculates he fertilizes her egg that came out of her ovaries. When people have sex they should love each other dearly, but I'm not going to lie some dumb people have sex simply because it feels really good. When these people do have sex they don't use protection to stop the mans seed, what he ejaculates, and it will get her pregnant. Do you follow me so far?” He asked

“Kind of. So what does the penis look like? I asked with curiosity. I guessed that when he said vagina was what he told me was my no no scar so many years ago but I was dying to see what a penis was. I think it's because it was so taboo to ask and see when I was growing up that now I would finally get to see one.

“Well come over here to the computer and I'll show you one.” He said as he was standing up and shrugging me off his arm. We walked over to the computer in his office and sat down on his massive computer chair. He motioned for me to sit down on his lap and search with him. I sat down right in the middle of his lap and got cozy. He inserted his arms in between mine and began going to open up Firefox. He then typed www.images.google.com into the URL bar and loaded the web page. He Goggled “Penis diagram” and instantly came up with hundreds of these long fleshy looking things. He clicked on the first one that was loaded.

“OK so you see this is the head,” He said motioning to the tip of this massive looking thing. “This is the most sensitive part of the whole thing. Then this is called the shaft and these are the balls. This is a diagram of an erect penis. Normally they are shorter and softer but when the man becomes excited it grows.” He said while he motioned to the appropriate parts.

“Can yours do that daddy?” I asked without thinking

“Well of course it can babe. Your dads not that old!” He said joking trying to defuse my question.
“Can I see? I just want to see it happen so I know what one looks like next time I see one.” I asked with only the purest intentions. But I felt something hit my leg. I wonder what that was.

“Jen I...”

Authors Note: OK guys so the first chapter is over. I hope you liked it enough to leave a positive rating. I am sure I made some grammar and spelling errors. I hope it didn't bother you too much but if it did I am PLEADING no I take that back! I am BEGGING you for your to help to edit the next story I write. Here is my email send me one if you’re interested. tristanlc4ps2@yahoo.com. I am trusting you to not spam me or anything like that. If you don't want to help me write then at least leave me a comment to read on what you think. I will re-comment back and give you my thoughts on what you said. As always thank you for reading and have a magical day!
24 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2014-08-05 19:17:54
TzF1mj Thank you ever so for you blog.Much thanks again. Great.

Anonymous readerReport

2014-01-07 13:39:23
I have enjoyed your first chapter. It almost reads like a mirror to my own. The perspective of a young curious girl whose mother is not there; however, in my story my wife is not talking our daughter because I'm placed in a comprimising situation. I tell her everything she wants to know then sexually she gets forceful with me.

anonymous readerReport

2013-08-04 19:00:32
This story is way too short...

tristanlc4ps2Report

2013-03-19 00:06:30
Wow because you make me feel so loved and appreciated I will pay more attention in the next ones I write. Thankyou for being a fan!!

anonymous readerReport

2013-03-18 22:53:02
Pretty good story for the most part just work a little harder on grammer next time, ok,just don't forget about grammer, try proofreading all of your stories, PLEASE??? For a fan of your work?

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