Mr. Roommate: Single Dad & Virgin Romance

Hannah

One failed relationship and my father got scared—like some modern-day princess of Bel-Air fairy tale. My time with Anthony was as short as he was crazy. Within a week of our first date, he was already talking about marriage. A week after that, he was asking how many kids we were going to have and if I had picked out names—we hadn’t even had sex—I was still a virgin. Needless to say, I saw the writing on the walls and told him it was over. He didn’t take the news well. My tires were slashed, my father’s house was broken into, and more than once I saw a black truck following me home. It always drove away before I turned onto my street, but I knew it was Anthony.

My father suggested that I consider moving away for college and as much as I liked it in our quiet sleepy town, the idea of moving to California and starting over wasn’t one I was completely opposed to. There was no way I could afford to live there on my own and my father suggested I find a roommate. He would pay my half of everything, as long as he got the chance to check everything out before I moved in. Needless to say, his standards were fairly ridiculous, but I didn’t feel like I had much choice but to let him take the wheel since I had already failed at being an adult even though I was barely one to begin with.

“This place seems nice.” I pulled up an advertisement on my laptop and turned it to my father who narrowed his eyes at it.

“Three other girls? I don’t think so. It’ll be little more than a sorority house.” He shook his head back and forth.

“Well where do you expect me to live? The budget you gave me isn’t going to put me anywhere near campus.” I grumbled and turned the laptop back towards me.

“I just want you to be safe.” He turned his attention back to the football game on television. “I won’t be there to look after you.”

“You have to let go of me at some point. I know things with Anthony have you a little freaked out, but the rest of the world isn’t like him.” I scrolled through the listings again.

“If I thought he was unique, I would put him in the ground and sleep easy knowing you would be safe. You’re a beautiful young woman and I’m very proud of you, but I can’t help but worry…” He sighed and shook his head again.

“I know.” I nodded and smiled. “You’ve done a wonderful job raising me. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been strong enough to stand up for myself with Anthony.”

“What happens if there is an Anthony in California? I won’t be there to make sure he stays away from you. What happens if the asshole actually tries to follow you out there?” He tapped his fingers on the counter and I could see he was worried.

“We’re flying out there next weekend, so let me just pepper this board with requests and we can tour a few places. I’m sure we’ll find one that we both like.” I hit the first ad and sent a request, moving to the one after it as soon as I was done.

“That sounds like a plan.” He nodded and stood to watch a big play on the television.

My father had to go to work early the next day and I couldn’t get any sleep with him banging around the house getting ready, so I loaded my laptop and started cultivating the responses to my requests. A few asked follow up questions, which was understandable. I had some prospects I liked and some that I wasn’t sure about, but I thought it was a good idea to show my father some less than ideal choices. If he saw how bad some of the options were, he would hopefully understand that the other options were good. Nothing was going to be perfect unless he decided to move to California himself, which wasn’t something he could do with his job.

Once he was out of the house and his car disappeared into the distance, I walked out the back-patio door and lit a cigarette. It was a habit that he would have never approved of so I made it a point to keep it a secret. I had no doubt that if he even caught a whiff of smoke, he would have put me over his knee, regardless of how old I was. I had been promising myself I would quit for a while, but after the experience with Anthony, I needed something to calm my nerves and they did the trick. If California worked out as well as I hoped, I would quit once I started college.

Okay, I need a shower—but first I need some alone time.

“It feels like it has been months.” I lay back on my bed with my phone in my hand.

I didn’t get much time to myself living with my father, especially when I had things to do during the day, and he had been home almost every day since the situation with Anthony. Even though I was a virgin, I still had needs that had to be taken care of. I slid my hand down my stomach and pushed my panties below my knees. Just thinking about the pleasure that would soon engulf my body was making me wet and excited. I rubbed my clitoris several times, feeling it form a hard knot. I was not a frequent masturbator and when I did, I normally thought of some random muscle-bound guy my age—or an actor that took his shirt off in a movie. My latest fantasy was a cage-fighter turned actor that was in an action movie I sat through mostly because I knew he would spend a lot of the movie without his shirt. I imagined his powerful arms touching and caressing me. I closed my eyes and pictured him right there in bed with me, kissing my neck, squeezing my breasts, and on fire with the same passion for me that I had for him. I pulled up some photographs of him on my phone and stared at them with a smile on my face.

“Oh god…” I moaned and I picked the pace, rubbing my clitoris harder.

My finger moved in a quick circle around my clitoris, which made my whole body tingle with anticipation of what was coming. I tried to imagine what sex would be like. I pretended my finger was his gigantic cock pushing inside of me as he took my virginity. I forced a finger into my tight virgin pussy, feeling my hymen when I got the first knuckle past my labia. A cock would stretch my tightness much wider than my finger would and it would destroy the thin flap of skin that remained as a symbol of my innocence. I kept one finger pressed into my pussy while another moved around my clitoris. I imagined myself squirming and begging for more, words of passion I had never said lifting off of my lips while he made me scream. Minutes passed and I felt myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.

You’re going to make me cum!

My tongue moved between my lips and I ran it across them, pretending it was his lips against mine with the wet embrace of a fire-soaked kiss. My body started to tense up and after the pressure built to the point of no return, I felt myself start to orgasm. I rubbed my clitoris faster as moans erupted from my throat. The sensitive bundle of nerves that formed a knot underneath my index finger was begging fo

r more, even as the pleasure rushed through my body. I felt my pussy spasming on my finger and I imagined how that would feel with a dick inside me. I had gotten so wet from the stimulation that I could have easily pushed a finger in deeper at that point, but I didn’t want to break my hymen. The orgasm concluded with my legs shaking and my pelvis vibrating. I kept rubbing my clitoris and pushing a finger into my pussy until there was nothing left and my body started to relax.

“Now I have nobody to cuddle with…” I lay on my bed in the afterglow of my orgasm, feeling the desire for another cigarette to accompany the buzz swirling through my body.

I stayed there with my eyes flickering open and closed for several minutes. I was fighting the desire for a nap, the need for a cigarette, and the realization that I needed to shower for the day. I finally fought off the nap and went outside for another cigarette. I couldn’t risk that when it got closer to time for my father to come home, so it would likely be my last one that day. I went upstairs and stripped naked once it was done, staring at myself in the mirror.

I had never considered myself pretty. I had curves that could probably use an hour on a treadmill every day, auburn hair that curled in all the wrong spots, and blemishes that makeup had to cover before I even considered showing myself to the world. I started the shower and stepped into the water, letting it run down my body and wash away the evidence of everything I had done since my father left for the day. If I could make it little longer, I would get the chance to start my life over without worrying about anything but the future—but first I had to find a place to live.

Brent

One two—one two

The punching bag in my garage was everything that haunted me when I taped up my fists and started hammering it. My ex-wife had agreed to let my daughter go to a birthday party for one of her friends and I wasn’t going to get to see her at all, despite the fact it was my weekend. It was a common practice for her to position me where I would be the asshole if I insisted on seeing my daughter, so I had to just let my frustrations out in other ways.

I knew why she was doing it. She was going away the following weekend and my daughter would be staying with me. She just couldn’t handle letting me have two weekends in a row with Melody. Hitting the bag was easier than calling my lawyer and making a mess of things that would end up costing money I didn’t have, so I just kept on throwing punches. It was also a lot more therapeutic. I worked up a sweat and beat the bag until my knuckles hurt before finally going back inside to take a shower.