Mr. B.F.D.

“Nonsense, you can stay. I can finish this later. I like talking to you anyway.” A faint smile formed on the edge of his lips. “You’re a bit more down to earth than most girls your age.”

“That’s probably why college guys avoid me like the plague.” The corner of my lip raised slightly as I realized the words just slipped out.

“Avoid you like the plague? I thought you failed out of college because you couldn’t stop partying.” His face reflected genuine shock.

“Yeah, but I was usually too shit-faced to go home with anyone. It was just a group of girls doing stupid stuff and being too hungover to make it to class.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t have many proud moments from those nights, but I wasn’t sleeping around.”

“A girl as beautiful as you definitely would have caught my eye back in the day, shit-faced or not.” He narrowed his eyes at me and nodded his head.

Did he just call me beautiful?

“That is nice of you to say.” I looked at the floor and felt my cheeks blushing.

“I mean it. I know you’re my daughter’s age and it probably isn’t right of me to say it to you, but it is the truth.” He sipped his tea again.

“It is nice to hear it.” I lifted my head and tried to control the blood rushing to my face. “I never get those kind of compliments.”

“Guys your age really are slacking. Fucking millennials.” He let out a grunt of displeasure.

What is this I feel? Is it courage?

“I’ve never met a guy my age that I wanted to say that to me anyway—I like hearing you say it though.” I bit down nervously on my lip.

“That’s a dangerous thing to say.” He stood up from his chair. “I might be tempted to say it again.”

My head is spinning. How do I respond to that?

My eyes must have said whatever my tense lips were too nervous to say. He walked over to the couch and leaned against it with his knee. He put a hand behind my neck and pulled me towards him. I closed my eyes and it felt like fireworks exploding in my head when his smoldering lips met mine. All of the times I had fantasized about kissing him and dreamed about him showing interest in me was nothing compared to the reality of having his tongue moving against mine. Our kiss formed a perfect seal and I felt my body surging

with warmth and desire. I could count the number of guys I had kissed on one hand and none of them had ever made me feel like that. He sank down into the couch, pushing me back against the cushion, as he continued to kiss me. His body was pressed to mine and every nerve was tingling. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep kissing me and touching my body with his strong hands. I didn’t care if he took my virginity right there on the spot. His lips finally moved from mine and he leaned against my ear.

“You’re beautiful.” His lips grazed the edge of my earlobe and I felt another tingle sweep across my body. “You’re so beautiful I’d love to have you right here, right now.”

“I’ve always had a crush on you.” I ran my fingers through his dark brown hair.

“I’ll do things to you that the boys your age can’t even dream of—I’ll make you orgasm until you can’t breathe.” He kissed my neck and moved his hand to my breast, squeezing it through my shirt.

“I’ve never had sex before…” I felt his hand moving down to my jeans and I was afraid to let it go any further without confessing the truth.

“Never?” He pulled back and looked down at me.

“No.” I shook my head. “I told you—guys my age don’t seem very interested.”

“I’m interested.” He took my hand and moved it to his crotch where I felt his cock swelled up in his pants.

This is really happening. Mr. Vance wants me the same way I’ve always wanted him.

“It’s huge…” I rubbed my hand up the length, squeezing the shaft and watching his lips sigh with pleasure. My cell phone buzzed underneath me and startled us both.

“Is that Madison?” He leaned back.

“Yeah.” I let out a grunt and fell back on the couch as I read her text message. “She’s on her way.”

Mr. Vance returned to his seat and I ran to the bathroom. My hair was a bit of a mess and my makeup had smeared. I started reassembling myself as I tried to ignore the wet, sticky spot in my panties. I tried to hide my guilt when Madison returned and watched as she showed off everything she bought. I couldn’t focus on her because I was so enthralled with the thoughts of what happened. As the night wore on, I felt my guilt intensifying. Madison was my best friend. I couldn’t have sex with her father no matter how smoking hot he was. The kiss was incredible, but I couldn’t let it go any further. Fantasy was one thing, but actually having it happen was something else entirely. It would change everything. I would have to see Mr. Vance as long as I was friends with Madison and if he was the man who took my virginity, it would never be anything but awkward. I tried to avoid eye contact for the rest of the night, but I felt his eyes on me every time Madison wasn’t looking. When she went outside to check the car one more time, he walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist.

“Can you stay the night? Madison will be in bed soon.” He pressed his lips to my neck.

“I can’t.” I shook my head and pulled away. “This was a mistake. I’m sorry, Mr. Vance.”