This is the 8th chapter of a series-it will make much more sense and be more enjoyable if you start at the beginning.
This is a near-future world where Fathers are deeply involved in the process of preparing their daughters to succeed in a local coming-of-age celebration known as the Festival where girls are released to the public for training; society has decided it is best for young women to be available to be taught sexual skills at nearly all times by any interested man who has a daughter who is of age.
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The week after the Festival was a whirlwind. Jennifer's first-place victory was a major event, and she and I had interviews with the news stations and papers, made appearances at several functions, and on Friday evening we were even dinner guests of the mayor and his wife.
A stocky, charming man with a shock of silver hair, Mayor Harlan Caldwell was in his late fifties and had been a leading man in politics in our town for decades. It was an honor to be his guest in his home, and was even more evidence of the amazing opportunities that Jennifer's win would create for her. He and his wife lived in a large, country-style estate just outside town, and they met us at the door with big smiles and a warm welcome.
'Come in, come in,' he boomed, shaking my hand firmly, 'Julie and I have been looking forward to having y'all over! Bianca, Tiffany, would you please take our guests' coats?'
Two young girls appeared, dressed identically in white blouses and short black skirts, and as they took our coats Harlan explained that they were the Caldwell's assistants.
'They've been life-changers,' he chuckled, 'they're smart, very attentive. We have them to help with cooking, cleaning, light yard work. And anything else that might need...attending to.'
My wife exclaimed that she loved the Caldwell's home, and Harlan chuckled again.
'Why thank you kindly, Mrs. Stevenson. We do love to share it with special folks. Tell you what, dinner is in half an hour-Julie, darling, why don't you give Mrs. Stevenson the tour and maybe show her the garden, and Robert and Jennifer and I will take a little refreshment in the den, and we'll meet in the dining room in thirty minutes?'
This suggestion was met with delight from both of the women, and as they set off arm-in-arm, Harlan took Jennifer's hand and led us down the stairs to a large, luxurious room. Furnished with oversized leather couches and chairs, with heavy wood tables and one wall that was entirely a giant stone fireplace, it had a warm, western, masculine feel that was terrifically inviting. The art on the walls and several bronze statues were all of cowboys and other scenes of the wild west, and in the middle of the floor was a massive bear rug.
Harlan made his way to the bar in the corner, helped Jennifer onto one of the bar stools, then pulled down three glasses while chatting with her.
'Well, Miss Jennifer, it is truly a delight to meet you in person, and I'm so happy that we get to have this special little celebratory dinner after your amazing showing at the Festival. I was in the front row that night, and I swear I knew, as soon as you stepped onto the stage, that you were going to win it all,' he smiled as he poured two whiskeys on the rocks for himself and me.
Jennifer giggled and blushed, thanking him and telling him he was too kind. I took my whiskey, touched glasses with Harlan, and made myself comfortable in one of the giant leather chairs.
'Goodness, not too kind at all,' Harlan protested, 'you came through in a big way and won decisively. Truly, there was no doubt as soon as your father removed your underthings-girls your age are generally always quite lovely, but the entire crowd knew you were in a different class altogether the moment you were naked in front of them.
'Now I'm sorry dear girl, but of course you're not old enough for a grown-up drink-would you like a Coca-Cola or a ginger beer?'
Jennifer nodded and said thank you. Harlan gave her a tall, ice-cold glass of soda and touched glasses.
'Congratulations to you, Jennifer, and here's to a wonderful future ahead of you! Now, tell me darling, what was it like at the end of the evening, when you were taken for the first time? That must be a very intense experience.'
Jennifer's eyes got a little larger as she remembered that night, and she nodded soberly.
'Yes. It was...a lot. I mean, it was my first time, of course. But also Mr. Milano is, um, pretty big, so it really hurt a bit when he first put it in me. But he started really gentle, and it got better. And also my dad stayed and held my hand, and that really helped, too.'
She suddenly grinned.
'But oh my gosh, then I had an orgasm, which felt really good, and then he had a really hard orgasm, and it was super cool feeling his...thing...shooting his...stuff...inside me.'
As much as I didn't want to, I knew I needed to interject. Jennifer was still learning to speak comfortably about sexual matters, and I wanted her to make a good impression on Harlan.
'Sweetheart,' I said softly, 'remember what we learned about being a well-mannered young lady?'
Jennifer blushed again, embarrassed at the thought of having made a faux pas in front of the Mayor.
'I'm so sorry, Mr. Caldwell. I should know better-I DO know better,' she rushed to say, and recited a line from one of her etiquette books, "A young lady should use the proper terms for things in casual conversation. Euphemisms are appropriate while engaged in the act of being trained."
