Big Bad Neighbor: A Single Dad Next Door Romance

by Tia Siren

  “I’m drunk, and my ex-boyfriend just broke up with me.”

  “That sounds like a yes to me,” he said with a smile.

  He had a smug face, but it was still a super cute smile. I still had Brad’s transgression stamped in my memory, but somehow Chris was helping me forget. Besides, he’s been with a lot of people and Tiffany had good things to say. Maybe I should give it a shot.

  “You know what, let’s go for it. But, we can’t go back to my place. My roommate is shacked up, and I don’t want to try calling her, my phone is dead.”

  I lied about the phone being dead, but I don’t think he cared.

  “Okay, we can head back to my place.”

  I knew this was about to be a mistake, but my body yearned for some comfort and alcohol wasn’t cutting it. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I paid my tab. I maybe have been drunk, but I wasn't completely out of my mind.

  I followed him towards the nearby parking lot where his truck was waiting. His helping hands got me into the passenger seat, which was sitting just a little too far off the ground for me to get into without help.

  The ride was a blur, but I knew we’d gone out of town. The forest unfolded, and the stars began to shine through the paltry clouds that covered the sky.

  My head was coming around, and I started sobering up.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “To my favorite place in the area, I don’t think anyone else knows about it. You’ll see.”

  After a few more miles we pulled off the road and followed an old pair of tire marks towards a small clearing in the trees. We pulled up nearby, and he gestured for me to hop out.

  I looked around at the sights, and it was understandably gorgeous. I was jealous that this was the first time I’d seen it.

  The clearing was nearly a perfect circle of untouched tall grass. We were away from all the city lights, and the evening sky opened up to us. The stars looked so close that I thought I could just reach out and touch them. With the truck clicked off I could hear a babbling of water off to the west.

  I wanted to investigate more, but Chris was pulling a large blanket from the cab. My heart suddenly skipped a beat as I realized why I was really here.

  Chris was the guy that most guys dreamed they could be, and I had the chance to be intimate with him for the night. I’d only ever really cared about Brad, but now all the emotions that I felt for him were confused. The love I once felt was quickly turning to rage.

  I started to wonder if I was only sleeping with Chris to make Brad jealous. But, I didn’t want to be with Brad anymore, I wanted to enjoy tonight.

  Chris took off his shirt, flashing his gorgeous muscles. I started feeling the real impact of my decision but didn’t have any intention of changing it.

  He laid himself down on the blanket, and I joined him.

  “So, what do you see,” he started.

  I looked at the sky; I knew the constellations.

  “I don’t see any animals,” I replied.

  He turned to me and craned his neck in for a kiss. I turned my head to accept and felt the warmth of his lips. He was a tender kisser, not forcing himself at all. I let it happen, and begged for more.

  I leaned up on my elbow and rolled over to kiss him again. His arms wrapped around my lower back and pulled me on top of him. He smiled as I continued to kiss him.

  His hands caressed up and along my back, the motions sent shivers down my spine that made me quiver. I had never been with someone as attractive as Chris, so I didn’t know what to do.

  He decided for me, as he tugged my shirt up over my head. I reached around to my back and unsnapped my bra, letting my small perky breasts feel the cool autumn air.

  Chris put a hand on one, massaging it gently, and then met the other with his lips. He started to suck and lick around my nipple and the feeling danced around in my head. I could feel myself starting to drench my underwear, a feeling that I haven’t had in a long time.

  I sat up; straddling his abs with my tight toned thighs, and propped my arms up on his strong pecs. With my free hand, I started to unzip his jeans. I could already tell that he was rock hard through his pants.

  He kissed me along my neck and bucked his hips to push his jeans down to his ankles, freeing his throbbing member for me to enjoy. I took it in hand and stroked along the length. He was much bigger than Brad was, and I looked forward to the new sensation.

  I perhaps looked forward to it a little too much, as I bit my lower lip. The look only seemed to rev him up. He lifted me off his stomach threw me to the blanket; then started to tear off my jeans.

  I did my best to help, but he didn’t need any. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of my naked body. His expression changed a little as he disappeared between my thighs.

  He kissed down the length of my left thigh while massaging the other thigh with his empty hand. I squirmed in delight as he kissed closer and closer to my sex.

  I shuddered and moaned when he kissed my little clit. He teased me just a little with his finger before leaning back down to continue with his mouth.

  He flicked it at just the right angle, and I could feel an orgasm beginning to build in my stomach. I tried pushing myself into his face more, in an eager and vain attempt to get there faster. But, I think he knew.

  My legs wrapped around his head, urging him to keep going. He continued running circles up and down my tiny slit, and every little lick sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t hold on anymore.

  My hands tensed up, grabbing onto the blanket, as though I were trying to keep holding onto planet earth as I was sent into ecstasy.

  It must have been shocking for him, because when I finally managed to relax, I realized he was still wrapped up in my thighs.

  I let him go, and he stood up, I felt it was time I showed him what I was capable of.

  I rolled to my knees before he could take one more step, and kissed the head of his member. He stopped in place, hoping I’d continue.

  I had a lot of practice with this, it was my ex’s favorite thing, and I dutifully obliged whenever possible. Now, I would get to practice on someone more worthy of my efforts.

  I wondered if I’d be able to fit him in my mouth entirely. There was only one way to find out. With one hand I reached up and began to stroke his shaft while the other began to fondle his sack.

  I pulled him into my mouth, feeling his girth open my jaw the further I took him. He moaned in excitement as I could feel him throb as the tip of his manhood reached the back of my throat. I don’t think he’d ever had someone who was capable of taking so much of him in such a way.

  I bobbed my head while covering the rest of his shaft with my hand. He didn’t last long, which I would normally consider disappointing, but this time, I took pride in my skills. His juices shot down the back of my throat, which I swallowed neatly.

  He doubled over on the blanket. I could tell he was spent, but I wasn’t ready to call it a night.

  I threw a leg over his abs, and he smiled excitedly as I did so. I could feel my sex dripping all over his skin. He grabbed my hips and guided them back to his pelvis.

  I could feel his manhood running along the length of my slit until his head felt my entrance.

  He lifted his hips and thrust himself inside my willing opening. I felt him fill me up inch by inch. He felt like a giant compared to my ex, and on the first thrust, I had lost it.

  It was like my brain just clicked off and gave in to the excitement of the moment. Only once he’d gone in as far as he could did he pick me up by the hips, pulling himself out, only to lower me back on top.

  I felt like a rag doll to his whim, and I liked it. He sped up as he continued, pulling me down harder and harder with each passing thrust.

  I moaned with what little energy I had remaining, and I felt another orgasm begin to swell in the pit of my stomach. It grew somewhere I’d never felt before, and as it did so, I started giving in to the pleasure.

  The explosive release o
f orgasm took hold of me harder than any orgasm I’d felt before. It rippled through my back, and my tiny breasts, and my stomach. I wanted to scream in release, but I couldn’t find my voice, it was stolen by the moment.

  Then I could feel him tense up while he was inside me, and his spurts shot straight into my welcoming sex.

  I collapsed on top of him, and neither he nor I had the energy to move anymore.

  “It looks like a giraffe,” he said.

  I rolled off him and looked to the clouds.

  “You’re full of it,” I replied.

  4.

  I turned my phone back on in the truck ride back to the school campus. I wondered how much I’d missed during the night of passion. Chris did little more than drive.

  I missed almost twenty calls from Brad alone, along with just as many messages. I hadn’t much interest in listening to what he had to say, but I did so anyway.

  Most of the messages were about how sorry he was. I wanted to forgive him, but I was still just too angry to even consider the thought. Then the last few messages had him going off the deep end, talking about how much I owed him for being in the relationship.

  I just deleted anything that sounded remotely like him. Then I got a message from Tiffany.

  “You’ll never guess who I slept with, Chris from the football team. God, he was so dreamy. I wonder if he’ll be free tomorrow for another round.”

  I clicked off the messages.

  “Did you sleep with my roommate, Tiffany, yesterday,” I asked.

  “She was your roommate?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “I did. I called her after practice the other day, and it sounded like she was super excited.”

  I wanted to be angry at Chris, but it wasn’t as though we were dating. He even explained to me the other night that he was only here for some fun.

  “Well, at least, this was a one-time thing,” I said.

  “Really? After all that, you don’t want to try a second time. I really have to say that you were the best I’ve had since coming to the school.”

  I blushed at the compliment, but I was still a little upset, so I kept a straight face.

  “Chris, you’re just here for some fun, remember?” I snapped.

  “Yeah, but fun is best when it’s shared,” he replied with a cheesy grin.

  I sighed.

  “Listen, Chris, this is the one and only time I’m going to sleep with you. I have more important things to do with my time than sleep with some college bonehead that’ll stick his dick in the first girl that bends over.”

  “That was harsh,” he replied.

  “If I don’t figure out what to do with my life, then my entire college career is going to become a pointless waste of time. I can’t be sleeping around; this is important.”

  He went quiet for a moment.

  “You should be a counselor because then you can yell at everyone all the time about how stupid they are and make all their decisions for them,” he said.

  “You’re kidding, right?” I asked.

  “I don’t see where the joke was,” he started, “you spent our entire conversation at the bar trying to figure me out. You did the same to your friend Tiffany when I met you guys at the coffee shop. I might not be the smartest person in the world, but I can tell you would be a decent counselor.”

  He wasn’t entirely wrong. I did like trying to figure people out, and advising them. I wondered why I’d never thought of it before.

  The truck pulled up to my apartment that I rented with Tiffany.

  “Thanks for the evening, Chris,” I said, “maybe we can get some coffee and chat some other time. Like friends are supposed to.”

  “We’ll see. I have a lot of girls bent over and waiting for me, after all,” he said with a laugh.

  I couldn’t stifle my own giggle at his somewhat obnoxious comment.

  With the door shut, he drove off.

  I wondered what kind of counselor I would be.

  5.

  I started thinking about being a counselor more and more as time continued on. It had been nearly a week since my excursion with Chris. Brad had finally stopped harassing my phone, which allowed me to continue on with life. And, I finally got my things back.

  I had begun researching what counselors do, and what kinds of courses would lead into that position. To my surprise, nearly all of my classes would lead me toward that goal.

  I emailed the school counselors about what they really did and all of them were incredibly helpful in responding to my requests. In fact, one of them offered to let me shadow them for a day. I was more than a little curious.

  Then Chris called.

  “Hello,” I said.

  “Coffee?” he asked.

  “Sure, I could use a pick-me-up,” I replied.

  The phone clicked off. He wasn’t as much of a jerk as I had initially thought. In fact, he was quite nice. We’d continue to text back and forth for some time now.

  I threw my blonde hair into a simple bob and put on whatever happened to be lying around. I wasn’t in the mood to dress myself up for Chris since he probably had just slept with someone earlier this afternoon anyway.

  Chris sat there waiting in one of the large plush leather seats. I wanted to think that wasn’t attracted to him anymore, but that was a lie.

  I ordered my drink and joined him in the chair that sat nearby.

  “Have you changed your mind, yet?” he asked.

  “I didn’t know I’d had a decision to make,” I replied.

  “Do you want to go for another round?” he asked.

  “Oh, that.”

  I took a long sip of my coffee and tried to figure out a response.

  “Chris, you’re an interesting man, but I can’t see myself with you.”

  He tried to hide a downtrodden look with a smile. I caught a glimmer of sadness brush past his face.

  “You’re not the kind of person I can just be ‘friends’ with,” he started, “you’re a great woman.”

  I laughed.

  “I didn’t even know we were friends already.”

  He leaned back in his chair, returning to the cocky man that I’d started to know.

  “I think we’re something better than that,” he said.

  “Oh?”

  “But, I think you’ll need to figure that one out,” he added.

  He had his charms, and they were incredibly hard to deny. But, I didn’t really see a future with him. It was as though I was looking at a beautiful possibility that I knew wouldn’t last. He was too carefree; seeming to lack even a shred of dependability.

  “I think we’re friends, Chris,” I said.

  He looked disappointed as I said it. I barely even knew the guy, he just sort of fell into my lap; probably a little too literally.

  “Well, would you like to at least go for a drive for a while? Maybe take your mind off school?” he said.

  “I suppose,” I said, figuring I could use the distraction.

  He pulled me out the door with him. I probably should have said no, I didn’t want to get his hopes up. But, I couldn’t help but say yes to such a simple request.

  We drove for a while, talking about life and other random things that went along with it. I vented more than I thought I would, mostly about Brad. But, I think I spent more time trying to sum up my frustrations about graduation and my path in life.

  I couldn’t tell if he was listening at times, but he always had something to add to the conversation. I started feeling a little guilty that I spent so much time rambling about my own problems.

  “So, why did you call me out for coffee like this,” I asked.

  “I’m nervous,” he replied.

  “You, nervous? About what?” I asked, surprised.

  “There were some talent scouts at the last game a couple of nights back. I heard they were watching me pretty intently. I worked my hardest, even running in a few plays on my own. Not to be a show-off, but I did want to give them a good sh
ow.”

  “That’s great news!” I said.

  “They’re supposed to be calling today. This could be my shot at going pro,” he said, his voice wavering just a tad.

  I could see how much this meant for him; he wore it on his face as though it were a mask.

  Then his phone started to ring. He calmly pulled the truck over and pulled it from his pocket. I only heard one side of the conversation. Mostly just ‘yeah’ and ‘uh huh’, but I could see the news wasn’t good.

  His hands shook as he clicked off the conversation without a goodbye. Without a word, he returned to driving. I wanted to ask him what got him so worked up. He didn’t seem interested in talking.

  “Do you want to talk about it,” I asked.

  He slowed the truck down and pulled over to the side of the road. Once we stopped, he jerked the keys from the ignition and stepped out.

  I followed along, hopping down to join him. We had stopped at what would normally be a sight to behold. But, while we both stared out at it, I was the only one enjoying it for the sights.

  He hid his emotions as best he could, but it’s hard to hide depressing news.

  “That was the coach. He got a call today,” Chris said.

  “Yeah, what did they say,” I asked.

  “The agents called, and they don’t like my attitude, whatever that means.”

  “What did they say exactly,” I asked.

  “They said I wasn’t a team player,” he replied, “among other things.”

  “Well, maybe you can just work harder and working with your team, instead of trying to win all the games by yourself. You said it yourself; you don’t rely on them as much as you should.”

  He sighed. It was a heavy, emotional sigh. I maneuvered in and gave him a hug. He looked at me, somehow wondering what I was doing, but accepting it all the same.

  “Thanks,” he said.

  “Don’t mention it,” I replied.

  “Is this what you mean about having someone you can cozy up next to,” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “I wonder what else I’ve been missing,” he said.

  We stood there, arms wrapped together, for what seemed like hours. I watched the clouds crawl overhead, and soaked in the autumn air.

  It wasn’t until the sun began to creep over the horizon that we both planted ourselves back in the truck. Chris looked like he’d been drained, emotionally.