Hot Dad Next Door (Temptation Next Door)

I smiled back at him and said, “No less than a dozen, sir. It’s a little overwhelming, to be honest with you.”

I then looked around and saw the rest of the gym was still busy with the evening festivities. This was our college graduation party, as humble as it was, and students, teach

ers and parents alike were dancing, chatting and drinking away.

Mr. Holbrooke took a sip of his drink and said, “Well, with skills like yours it should come as no surprise you’d become a professional football player. It’s like you were born to play in the NFL.”

“That’s too kind of you to say,” I replied. I myself took a bottle and drank. At least now I was old enough to legally drink and I wanted to enjoy the night. The next few weeks were going to be nothing but grueling training for my professional football career.

He shrugged and waved that notion off, “You’re too humble, Mr. Wessic. You deserve this opportunity, you know. You’re one of the best football players I’ve met and I’ve been teaching here for ten years. It doesn’t hurt either that you’re not a meathead like the others. Even without football you could still land a great career with your intelligence.”

“I can only hope so,” I told him. I was moving forward as a football player but I did just achieve a degree in Business Management and Accounting. “I have a few teams I might try-out for now that they gave me the offer.”

Mr. Holbrooke smiled and patted my shoulder, “Well, go have fun, okay? Congratulations and happy graduation.”

I watched as he took another gulp from his drink and walked away to converse with the other graduates. My own drink was running out and I headed over to the snack bar to pick up another bottle.

My plan was to just pass by, get some nachos and a bottle of beer so I could go back out and look for my friends. For a graduation party, this was a little boring. With my friends, we could at least shoot the shit and play video games or something. Some beer pong would be nice too.

“E-excuse me,” a soft, female voice called out from behind me.

I turned around and saw one of the cutest girls in the school, Emilia Van de Berg. She had dark brown hair and green eyes. Standing at five-feet-two she was a little petite girl with a tight frame – the kind of figure that made her curves just pop out. I just couldn’t help but stare down at her bubbly ass and her big, perky tits that pressed against her shirt.

“Oh, hi,” I greeted her. “Sorry, am I in the way?”

She sheepishly looked at me and smiled, “Yeah. Uhm, could you get me a bottle of beer?”

I grinned when I saw her cheeks flush red. It just made her all the more adorable and I felt this really strong urge to give her a tight hug – and feel those bombshell tits too. I nodded and grabbed a bottle, opened it and then handed it to her.

“Here you go,” I told her as she took it. “You’re a Hotel Management student, right?”

She took a sip, nodded and said, “Yep, that’s why we share a lot of the same classes. Well, I’m not a student anymore.”

“Yeah,” I offered a toast and our bottles clinked. “Congratulations, by the way. Is your family here?”

Emilia shook her head and looked at me with big, sad puppy eyes, “It’s just me, how about you?”

“It’s just me, as well,” I answered. I gestured towards the gym door, “I got some buddies outside but that’s just it. My parents are out on a business meeting in Prague.”

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, “Prague? What kind of business do they own?”

I shrugged it off, “A lot but none that I really care about. Say, since no one’s with you, do you want to hang out with us instead?”

I saw her cheeks flush red. She thought about it for a second, and after another sip of her drink she nodded and said, “S-sure, why not? I’d love to spend some time with you guys. It’s better than hanging out here in the gym with no one to talk to. All my friends went out already with their parents.”

“Great,” I told her as I led her out of the gym. She wrapped her arm around mine and we strode on through until we caught up with a couple of my friends standing in a circle by the parking lot.

One of them was Marcus Phoenix. He was my classmate in Accounting and was set to become one of the world’s most devious bankers. Preston Maxwell was there too and he was also a friend and classmate but he recently decided he would focus his efforts on business acquisitions.

“Hey,” they all greeted when they saw Emilia and I coming towards them.

Marcus waved and smiled at her, “Oh, hello there. You’re Jackson’s sister, right? Weren’t we classmates in some subjects?”

Emilia nodded, “Yeah but mostly in the lesser minor subjects. I’m not a business or accounting grad. I took Hotel Management. I’m Emilia.”

Everyone welcomed her into the circle with a smile and even got to chit-chat a bit with her. Turned out she was one heck of a fun girl – had a thing for adventures like hiking or camping. She even admitted that she was always there during one of my football games.

It was a little shocking how I haven’t spent more time with her seeing as her brother, Jackson, was the very reason I got into college football in the first place. She lived in the dorm while he stayed at home so I guess that was a factor.