Dad's

"Prostitution? That's just plain ridiculous! ", dad said. "There's no money involved... I just saw an opportunity for YOU, my dear! You know, we have shielded you from participating in our lifestyle while you weren't ready for it yet... but now that you are eighteen, we want to introduce you to a safe and relaxed environment to explore all the delights of sex! There's really no need to mess around with shady boyfriends in the back of a borrowed car... the people who chose to live in this place we're going to are all experienced lovers, and they will help us, as a family, to make sure that your path to liberation is free of trouble and disappointments!"

Mom snapped on him immediatly: "YOU are the one who is being ridiculous! A safe environment? Populated by a bunch of guys in midlife crisis, eager to have their way with a fresh green leaf? Then pass the video of it around to jerk off to for the ones who didn't have their turn yet? "

Dad said: "Ah, come on... you enjoy the feeling of one of those guys pumping you up with a load of creamy spunk as well, don't you? Why do you want to deny that to your daughter? And everything is voluntary, you know... she doesn't HAVE to do anything with anybody if she doesn't want to! "

They exchanged some more arguments, and after a while mom started staring out the car window again, which was probably a good idea or my dad might have died from her gaze alone. Neither of them had bothered to ask me what I thought about all of that, but if they had, I wouldn't have been able to support either side.

It was true that I wasn't particularly thrilled by the idea of being touched by any of the acne-prone and childish boys in my class; which was the main reason why I had avoided them up to the point where a classmate had told me they called me "frigid" behind my back.

On the other hand, there were other men that I absolutely DID have an interest in. They would be more mature, like mr. Bentley, the Math teacher, or mr. Jenkins who lived a few houses down the road from our previous house. They were in their fourties, with an authoritarian air about them, and none had never expressed any undue interest in an underage girl-next-door; but they were the kind of men I thought about when I brought my hand to my pussy when I was alone in my bed at night. And hadn't dad just said that this new neighborhood was stocked with guys like that? And that in this place, these men wouldn't hesitate to make a move on a girl half their age?

Maybe this move wasn't the worst thing in the world after all...