"What were you thinking about? A few minutes ago, when you got that faraway look in your eyes?"

As he spoke, her father placed his free hand on, Paula's soft cheek and turned her face toward his, staring deeply into her soft brown eyes. The intensity of Paula's expression unnerved him for a moment. Being a child of the sexual revolution, the bikini-clad girl was curious and eager to develop her sexuality, rather than feeling fear and guilt, over her body's healthy change toward womanhood.

"Well, I was… I was thinking about what my girl friend Heather told me."

"And what was that?" her father asked, his tone low and intimate.

Paula could feel the strong drink loosening her up. But she was quite aware of her father's hand moving from her cheek to caress the softness of her upper arm, then feel its way quite freely along her thigh.

"What did your friend Heather tell you?" Her father's voice was a whisper in her ear, his face so close to him that her golden hair brushed against his cheek.

"Tell me…"

"She said… you can tell how good a lover a man is by how good he kisses."

As her father's hand moved more intimately against her naked thigh and leg, Paula began to feel light-headed.

Can it be possible I'm not just being silly and imagining things? Does my handsome father want to kiss me too? The kind of kiss I'm thinking about?

Taking another gulp of her strong drink, Paula added, "I was just wondering if it's true or not. That was what I was thinking."

Her father's face was very close to hers, his voice a soft whisper, "Surely you know – don't the boys ever kiss you?"

"Oh sure," the aroused Paula paused for a moment, then blurted out, "but I don't mean like that. I mean… there are other kinds of kisses… like the way a guy kisses a girl while she's playing with his… his cock! Heather says that's a great way to kiss and she plays with theft cocks all the time. But I won't go that far with a boy."