I was nodding by the time he finished talking. But I was also exhaling and inhaling rapidly through pursed lips, like I was hyperventilating. His words soothed me, though. And his hand on my cheek was so loving and caring, I couldn't help but calm down a little. The nervous swarm of butterflies in my belly receded somewhat.
And then another thought popped into my head. Something that might just take my attention off my newfound phobia of having s*x. My dad still had his hand on my face and he was smiling warmly at me. Biting my lip, I asked, "I... I have another idea. S-something I want to t-try. T-tonight."
He frowned at my stammered words and then asked, "Like what?"
I bit down harder on my lip. Then I looked right into his eyes and blurted out, "I want to give you a blowjob."
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