[This was typed down and edited from a narrative by K. Decker. Thanks for your honesty, dearie, and of course for the whole experience. I’m sorry your eighteenth year wasn’t quite as sweet for you as you had hoped, but at least the end result wasn’t all bad, if I understood you correctly.]

I remember you said: “You have to swallow it, Katy. That’s what girls do.” You should have noticed how I was staring at you. I mean I was naked on my knees in front of you, doing my best trying to give my own dad my first ever blowjob on my eighteenth birthday, and you were telling me I had to “swallow it”. I really didn’t know what I should have thought about that, so it was a bit weird start, I have to say.

I didn’t quite know what to expect anyway. I mean I knew the general sex things, of course, but that’s different than actually doing it, and reality was hitting me hard just then.

I know my nipples were erect, but it was caused by chill and nervousness. I guess you mistook for excitement considering how you were eyeing them whenever you weren’t glancing between my legs despite me attempting to keep them chastely together. I guess I shouldn’t have minded it, that it felt weird too.

I also didn’t know how well my sucking was working. It would have helped if you would have said a bit more apart from the swallowing thing.

I know you did say when you were going to come, but you should have seen my eyes widening with alarm when I realized at the last moment that I wasn’t really ready for this, but by then it was too late. I didn’t want to ruin the romantic moment for you, so I tried to think about important things like warmth and closeness instead of prostatic juices and sperm cells and whatever, and I swallowed it down like you had told me to.