Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Charley
Chapter 2: Erik
Chapter 3: Charley
Chapter 4: Erik
Chapter 5: Charley
Chapter 6: Erik
Chapter 7: Charley
Chapter 8: Erik
Chapter 9: Charley
Chapter 10: Erik
Chapter 11: Charley
Chapter 12: Erik
Chapter 13: Charley
Chapter 14: Erik
Chapter 1: Heather
Chapter 2: Shane
Chapter 3: Heather
Chapter 1: Max
Chapter 2: Abby
Chapter 3: Max
Chapter 1: Mia
Chapter 2: Matt
Chapter 3: Mia
Mr. B.F.D.: Single Dad & Virgin Romance
Kelli Callahan
Published by Kelli Callahan Books, 2017.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
MR. B.F.D.: SINGLE DAD & VIRGIN ROMANCE
First edition. September 26, 2017.
Copyright © 2017 Kelli Callahan.
Written by Kelli Callahan.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1: Charley
Chapter 2: Erik
Chapter 3: Charley
Chapter 4: Erik
Chapter 5: Charley
Chapter 6: Erik
Chapter 7: Charley
Chapter 8: Erik
Chapter 9: Charley
Chapter 10: Erik
Chapter 11: Charley
Chapter 12: Erik
Chapter 13: Charley
Chapter 14: Erik
Epilogue: Charley
The End
Chapter 1: Heather
Chapter 2: Shane
Chapter 3: Heather
Chapter 1: Max
Chapter 2: Abby
Chapter 3: Max
Chapter 1: Mia
Chapter 2: Matt
Chapter 3: Mia
Chapter 1: Charley
I wonder what goes better with fast food grease stains — brown or black?
It was a worry I never had before I failed out of college and found myself sitting in the bedroom I grew up in with no hint of a future left on my itinerary. My mother hadn’t stopped crying. My father was just stoic and angry. I was supposed to be the shining star of my family. My father worked his fingers nearly to the bone for the entirety of my childhood so I could go to college, but I wasn’t smart enough to appreciate that until it was all over. I hid my grades from them until I was kicked out of my dorm and had nowhere else to go. Facing the music had been humiliating but the worst was over with. They were going to let me stay there and find a job. I could save a little face since I wasn’t going to be homeless and living on the streets in addition to being the disgrace of our small community. I felt my phone vibrate with a text message as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Shit. Madison’s party.
It was technically the beginning of summer, which meant it was time for my best friend’s birthday party. The text message was from her, asking where I was. I had promised to come to her house early and help set up, but after confessing my sins to my parents, I had forgotten about it. I knew they probably wouldn’t be happy that I was leaving, but I couldn’t blow her off. We had been best friends since we were children and I felt obliged to go help, even if I was torn up inside. I got dressed and quickly rushed past my parents to the door. It was disrespectful, but it was necessary. At twenty-one, they couldn’t very well give me a curfew, but I wasn’t going to tempt my father’s anger more than I already had. Madison lived close enough to walk, and I definitely planned on drinking, so I grabbed my house key and rushed out the front door without making eye contact with my parents.
“THANK YOU SO MUCH, Charley!” Madison hugged me and nearly spilled her beer on my shirt. “This looks amazing.”
“I can’t believe your dad is letting us have a party here with actual alcohol.” I sipped my beer once she broke the embrace.
“I’m twenty-one! Woo!” She let out a yell and everyone at the party cheered.
Madison’s father was the cool dad we all wanted. He was also smoking hot. Mr. Vance had made his way into my masturbation fantasies on more than one occasion over the years. He was really young when he knocked up Madison’s mother and the relationship didn’t last. He got full custody of Madison when she was still a baby and had raised her by himself. There were a few girlfriends, but nothing ever seemed to be serious. As cool as he was, I never expected him to actually let Madison host her twenty-first birthday party at his house and serve alcohol. I was twenty-one, but I knew some of the people at the party hadn’t quite made it there yet. Madison continued celebrating with the rest of our friends, but I finished my beer and poured another. The keg was doing a good job of drowning the sorrows I had from my mistakes and failures. Coming home drunk seemed like the kind of behavior my parents would probably expect after finding out I failed out of school. There was no reason to hold back and try to pretend I was a good kid anymore.
“Are you okay, Charley?” Madison came to the keg for a refill and noticed my stagger as I held myself up using a wooden post from her deck for support.
“Yeah, everything is fine!” I forced cheer out of my lips. “You’re officially old enough to drink, so hit the keg hard, baby.”
“Hell yeah.” She grinned and chugged a cup of beer before refilling it.
The party started to wind down as we crossed the midnight hour. In college, I would have just partied until dawn, but I was already buzzed enough that I knew I should just go home. Common sense decided not to be a good friend to me and I refilled my cup when most of the guests were gone. Madison said goodbye to those that remained and I followed her into the house. Cars cranked up and then I heard them disappearing into the night before silence once again filled the neighborhood. Once things settled down a little bit, I heard the upstairs bedroom open and Mr. Vance appeared at the top of the stairs. I hadn’t seen him much since high school other than in passing, but he was as attractive as I remembered. He walked down the stairs wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. His well-defined arms and muscled chest were clearly outlined against the tight fabric. It was enough to make an inexperienced virgin like me who had never really had a boyfriend tingle with excitement.
“Hey Charley.” He nodded to me. “Had a little bit to drink?”
“You can tell?” I giggled and sipped my beer.
“Thank you for letting me have the party.” Madison tossed her plastic cup in the garbage and walked over to hug her father.
“Yeah, I’m just glad nobody got hurt. It’s past midnight, so Happy Birthday—officially.” He embraced her for a quick hug. “I’m sure you know what that means.”
“What?” She leaned back and narrowed her eyes.
“Since it is officially your birthday…” He grabbed her by the wrist.
“No!” She laughed as he walked her to the couch and bent her over the edge.
“Birthday spanking time!” His hand came down on her jeans.
“Stop it!” She shook her head and tried to fight as she continued to laugh.
Birthday spankings were a bit of a tradition in the Vance household. I had been present for a number of Madison’s playful trips over the edge of the couch or her father’s knee. She playfully fought back until she had twenty-one and one to grow on before they both stood up. Mr. Vance was actually laughing, which he didn’t seem to do very often. They had a quick hug and then Madison glared at him while
she pretended to be mortally wounded, rubbing the back of her jeans like he had actually hurt her. I had always been jealous of Madison’s relationship with her father. I never got hugs or anything resembling affection from my father. Usually it was just a silent nod if he was pleased with something I did.
“Okay, I’m tired.” Madison stretched her arms in a yawn. “Do you want to stay over tonight, Charley? It’s late.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” It definitely sounded better than walking home alone and possibly finding my parents still awake.
Madison walked upstairs and I decided to start picking up a little bit. I knew that I was going to wake up with a hangover and my buzz was still fresh, so I wasn’t quite as tired as Madison. I walked outside and picked up a few empty cups as I approached the keg. I gave it a tip and found it still had a decent amount of beer. It wouldn’t last until the morning. I poured myself another cup and walked to the edge of the pool. I drank it fast and felt myself reaching that point of intoxication where there was no going back. I turned towards the house and took a step, but my right foot landed on a crushed cup and I lost my balance. The next thing I knew, my head came crashing into the concrete and then I was underwater. I fought my way towards the surface, but my head was spinning from the impact and the alcohol. I started sinking. I screamed for help, but all I heard was the sound of my voice echoing in the water around me.
Help! Shit… HELP!
Chapter 2: Erik
All I’ve wanted to do since Madison was a little girl was keep her safe. Her ascension to womanhood and the realization she was no longer my little girl was difficult for me to handle. I was always the cool dad because I didn’t want her doing something stupid without me there to swoop in and rescue her if it got out of control. I knew her twenty-first birthday party wasn’t the first time she tried alcohol, and I knew some of the kids that showed up were at least a year or two underage. I let my moral compass spin out of control just because I was more comfortable with her getting drunk at home than doing it at a bar somewhere. Plus, I would be there, even if I was locked away in a room upstairs so the illusion of no supervision kept the party going. The night seemed to be a success, provided the kids made it home okay. I hoped Madison told me the truth when she said there were designated drivers for those that chose to get wasted.
Hmm. Where did Charley go? I didn’t hear her go upstairs.
I was ready to turn off the lights downstairs and head to bed myself, but Madison’s best friend seemed to have disappeared. It sounded like she was planning to spend the night, and I knew she had started cleaning up, but then she vanished. It was possible she managed to go upstairs quietly, but judging by the stagger she had when she came inside the house, that seemed unlikely. I walked to the back door and found it unlocked. It looked like some progress had been made on cleaning up the back yard. I scanned the area with my eyes and then I saw something in the pool. Panic overtook me. I threw the door open and ran towards the edge of the pool where I saw Charley floating underneath the surface. There was a faint hint of blood in the water around her face as well.
“Charley!” I dove into the water headfirst and wrapped my arms around her.
What the fuck!?
I hauled Charley to the surface and then rolled her out of the pool. Once she was safely on her back, I pulled myself out and grabbed her wrist while I put two fingers on her carotid artery. Both returned a strong pulse, but she wasn’t breathing, so I tilted her head and started chest compressions. After a few quick pumps, I leaned in and tried to give her mouth-to-mouth. Her lips were a little cold and there was clearly resistance in her airways, so I started compressing her chest again, trying to force whatever pool water she had inhaled out of her lungs. I repeated the process of mouth to mouth and chest compressions two times before I heard a reaction. I hit her chest a couple of more times and water rose in her mouth. I immediately rolled her to the side and patted her back firmly as the water was expelled and she took a breath of actual air. She spat and sputtered a couple of times before leaning back and sucking in a very large gulp of oxygen and expelling more pool water. There was a slight bump on her forehead, but it didn’t look bad. It had bled into the pool, but it seemed to have slowed to a trickle.
“Oh thank fucking God.” I leaned back on my hands and watched as she coughed, finally breathing easily on her own.
“I thought I was going to die…” Charley continued rapidly sucking in oxygen and exhaling.
“What the fuck happened?” I stood and reached for her hand.
“I slipped and banged my head.” She put her hand to the bump. “Ow…”
“Let’s take care of that. It doesn’t look bad, but I should at least clean it and put a Band-Aid on it.” I took her hand and helped her stand up.
My heart was still beating hard in my chest. The thought of having someone die in my pool after a party was putting my cool dad mentality in a box. There was no way I could ever face Charley’s parents and tell them I let her get drunk and drown in my pool, even if she was an adult. I sat her down in the kitchen and grabbed my first-aid kit. The bump on her head was starting to swell, but it didn’t feel like it was going to be serious. As I cleaned her wound and started to bandage it, I couldn’t help but notice her figure that was clearly outlined beneath her soaked attire. The little girl that used to run circles around my backyard had grown into a gorgeous young woman. She was always Madison’s friend—just another kid from the neighborhood—but it was hard to ignore her curves when she was that close to me. I finally got the wound patched up and took a step back.
“Okay, you should be good.” I nodded and narrowed my eyes at her. “Do you feel okay?”
“I feel like I got drunk and almost drowned in a pool.” Her shoulders slumped forward and she looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry I got water all over your house.”
“It’s fine.” I waved off her concern. “I’m sure Madison has something you can change into. You can toss your clothes in the dryer.”
“Can we… um…” She let out a sigh. “Can we not tell Madison about this? I don’t want her to hold it over my head for the rest of my life. I can already hear the jokes…”
“That’s fine.” I nodded in agreement. “It will be our secret.”
“Thank you.” She smiled and let out a sigh of relief.
I gave Charley one of my t-shirts and a pair of my shorts. They were comically large on her, but it saved her from having to stumble around in Madison’s room looking for clothes that might actually fit. Her waterlogged attire went into the dryer and I was too wired to sleep, so I sat up with her for a little bit. It was the first time we had really talked outside of a casual hello and goodbye. Her blue eyes seemed to come to life as the threat of death passed and the alcohol started to wear off. She didn’t seem like most of Madison’s friends or any of the women I had met that barely pushed their way into their twenties. She could hold a conversation and actually seemed fairly bright. Our discussion on the politics of the educational system was put on pause when the dryer buzzed, signaling her clothes were done.
“I’ll be right back.” She stood and walked into the laundry room, pushing the door closed, but it was a tricky door. It didn’t like to stay closed all the way and I still hadn’t gotten around to replacing it after the hollow-core door warped from the heat in our laundry room.
Don’t stare. Don’t be a pervert.
Ah, what does it matter? Right? Nobody will ever know.
Before the devil and the angel on my shoulder could finish their argument, I saw her appear in the seam of light and pull my t-shirt off. Her breasts were round and perky—they looked like they would fit perfectly in my hand. She pushed my shorts down her thighs and they easily fell straight to the floor revealing a beautiful heart shaped ass that was luscious and full. I felt my cock start to get hard in my jeans when she bent over to dig in the dryer and I saw the mound of her pussy. It was waxed or shaved and her labia was so tight it didn’t even move when she shuffled her c
lothes into her hands and stood up. I finally decided to stand and just walk into the living room. If she did notice the crack in the door, I didn’t want her to see that I went into full creep mode and watched her. When she finally exited the laundry room, my cock had returned to a semi-erect state that was no longer pitching a tent in my pants.
“Much better.” She dropped the clothes I had loaned her on the table. “Are you heading to bed? I’m still not tired…”
“I could stay up for a little bit longer.” I shrugged. “I believe we were discussing your epiphany regarding college being a waste of time and I was trying to respond.”
“Yeah, I guess I should tell you that it isn’t exactly an epiphany.” She sat down at the table. “I haven’t told anyone this yet except for my parents, but I got expelled.”
“Expelled!?” My tone was probably louder than I intended and my whole face lit up with shock. “What the hell happened?”
“Sleep, mostly.” She let out a sigh and her face reflected remorse. “I got behind in several of my classes because I was going out too much and couldn’t drag myself out of bed in the morning.”
“You’re so intelligent and bright—surely you could have caught up. Every college student parties from time to time.” I couldn’t believe what she was telling me and I’m sure my voice reflected that.
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