How could she say no to her little girl?

You arrive a little early of the 7 o’clock dinner invite. You are aware, of course, that the family has a second child in high school, but you are surprised to find an elementary schooler wandering from room to room. Mom and Dad are, of course, very gracious and welcoming. You are, after all, passing their daughter. You hope to do more than that.

Seated at the dinner table with the wine you brought (you’re not a troglodyte), you figure a way to further test your power. “So, Mr. and Mrs. Konva, don’t you agree that your daughter is old enough for some wine?”

They fall all over themselves agreeing, and Ariel fetches herself a glass and is allowed some wine. This bodes very well for you.

“She is also old enough to have her choice of male companions. So you will not find it strange or objectionable if I spend the night in her bedroom.” They agree that this would be acceptable, and the rest of the ziti is downed with small talk, made slightly more uncomfortable by the bulge in your pants.

After dinner, you suggest to Ariel that it is time to go to her room. You sit her on the bed, looking intently into her dark eyes. “Ms. Konva, you have always, ever since you first laid eyes on me, had an interest in me. You have never acted on it. But now, you want to be mine.”

She looks at you. “It’s past time, Mr. Doe. I think I love you.”

“You can call me John, Ms. Konva.”

She kisses you. She is inexperienced but eager, and you can work with that.

You move to her neck, slipping your hands inside her polo and underneath her bra. Her modest breasts are perky, and the nipples are already standing on end.

Mr. Konva walks through the door. “Just want to know if you guys want any popcorn… WHAT THE HELL?!”

You calmly look up to him. “Please, Mr. Konva, contain yourself. I am about to screw your daughter, and you do not care.”

“Oh, of course, Mr. Doe. I don’t know what came over me. No popcorn, then?” He leaves to go finish his movie.

“Oh, John, that is so embarrassing. I am so sorry!” says Ariel, mortified. You console her with a hug and a few pats, then get back to the business at hand.