Mr. Perfect O: A Single Dad Romance

by Amy Brent

  The truth was, I’d thought about her and even wondered if I’d done the right thing by rejecting her. What was three years? It wasn’t like she was twenty. She had completed college and had a career, which is more than I could say for some of the women I’d dated who were much older.

  I pulled around the loop and stopped, making my way up the line, one car length at a time and watched as she walked forward greeting the other children as she opened the car doors and took their hands.

  I hated that I’d made her uncomfortable, insisting on walking her out to her car, but the fact that she would even consider doing something so unsafe for an attractive girl her age, it made me nuts. I hoped my own daughter would use better judgment and not be in a dark parking lot alone at night.

  We inched up another car length, and she looked my way. She had been smiling, but it faded a bit, and she quickly looked the other way, lifting her chin as a show of feigned confidence.

  I imagined her that night when I got home. How she’d felt in my arms when she’d stumbled, how she’d smelled. Her soft hair had brushed against my cheek, and I’d wanted to touch it. Instead, I’d stroked my cock thinking about it that night in the shower, and a few since. In fact, her interest in me had been so flattering that she had been my go to for the few nights I’d had off.

  I certainly would have the stamina for her. Something about all the kinky hookups had my cock super responsive, and even on my nights off, I had found myself masturbating to get a release.

  Those were the nights I could have seen her, taking her out for a nice casual date. It would have been a nice change from the kinky shit I was doing every night in between. But it was that kinky shit that kept me from calling her, and why I didn’t think that breaking my rule was a good idea.

  “Daddy, can we have ice cream tonight?” Katie had asked for ice cream for the past few nights, and since I had to work, I’d had to say no.

  “How about I go to the store and buy a carton for you and Mia to have after dinner?” She made a face, and it was clear that the ice cream wasn’t what she wanted. She missed her daddy. She’d told me so a few times and even asked if I could stay home. It was always hard to go out, especially knowing what I was doing, but it was to keep us fed and keep us in our home. I had to take care of her and hoped that one day, she’d understand.

  “Okay, Daddy.” She kept her face turned toward the window as I pulled up. Tori opened the door.

  I offered her a wide smile. “Hey, how have you been?”

  “Good, thank you.” She stepped forward, and I got a good look at her knee-length pencil skirt, and as she leaned across Katie to undo her seatbelt, I couldn’t help but see down her blouse. She was sexy, and I had to remind myself she wasn’t much older than Mia to keep my dirty thoughts at bay. It was no use, as she stepped away with my daughter and shut the door, I caught a glimpse of her ass. She was all woman, indeed, and I could think of a hundred ways I wanted to have her.

  No. No. No.

  I drove away knowing I had to focus on my next interview. I needed a decent job that would pay the bills and take me away from my current lifestyle. I was turning into a proper man-whore, and I wasn’t being the type of person I wanted to be. Even though the sessions were more money than I’d ever made at any nine to five job I wanted to be someone my little girl could be proud of. Soon.

  An hour later I was walking out of my interview in a shitty mood, and thankful I had some way of making money. There had been nine other men in line for the same job, and once again I would be passed up for a younger man. It was almost laughable, not that I felt much like laughing, that I was selling sex at my age, but was too old for an honest living. All of those young bucks were taking the good jobs, but there I was getting more pussy than most of them and getting paid.

  I got in my car and decided to head over to Melanie’s a bit early to discuss my next client. I called as I approached the house and saw another car there. She had me wait until they were gone to come over, which wasn’t long.

  I knocked on the door once the coast was clear. She opened the door and stepped away to wave me in. She was dressed in her robe, and her hair was tied back. There were marks on the tops of her breasts, and I couldn’t help but notice.

  She pulled the robe closed over them and shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

  “Doesn’t look like nothing.” My eyes were hard with anger, and I worried for her safety while she was entertaining. “You told me that no one ever gets rough.”

  “I told you that I’m not abused, and I’m not. My last client got a little carried away, but it was expected.”

  “You mean he does that every time?” I didn’t like that at all, and she stepped closer, opening her robe to show me the marks, but revealing much more.

  “He’s got a breastfeeding fetish.”

  “Are you lactating?” I cupped her breasts, taking it into my hand as I rubbed the tender, red flesh.

  She flashed me a wicked grin. “No, but he’s paying extra to try and stimulate it.”

  “And what if he does?” I didn’t think it would be too good for her other business, but she didn’t seem bothered.

  She shook her head. “He won’t; he likes being deprived. It’s a head fuck.” I let out a breath of relief and pinched her nipple. She giggled and turned away closing her robe.

  “You keep doing that, and I’ll be discussing your next client while on my back.” She walked to the couch and offered me a seat, and I sat next to her thinking that might not be a bad idea.

  “I’m game.”

  She gave a soft laugh. “I do think better with a big, fat cock in me. These sessions make me so horny and sometimes I just want to fuck them so badly, just to get off.”

  “What do you usually do?” I wondered if she’d relieve herself with a toy.

  “I have a hot, older man who gives me the most amazing orgasms once a week.” She winked and then crossed her legs.

  “Oh, right. No wonder you come like you do. You’re thinking of all those other men, all of those other fantasies.” I put my arm around her as I leaned back on the couch beside her.

  “What we do is ten times hotter than anything I do with anyone else. Why do you think I wanted to make sure I still got my time with you?”

  “You flatter me.”

  “It’s true.” She ran her hand up my thigh. “I’ve got a nice little money maker for you. I’ve told you about doing the parties. Here’s your next client. She’s getting married in a month and wants you to come and hang out with her and some of her friends. I think she said that she’s got nineteen friends joining her and she wants a hot cock to play with.”

  “No penetration, right?” I remembered she’d told me that the only penetration was oral.

  “They are all going to want to get a taste of you. Remember to keep moving down the line and don’t pay more attention to the others as you do the client herself. She also mentioned if you might be interested in fucking her, protected of course, but she called this morning and asked if it was an option. I told her I’d call her back and let her know, but that you’d expect a nice bonus. She said that’s possible.”

  “She wants me to fuck her in front of all her friends?”

  “More precisely, she wants you to choose her in front of all of them. You see, Ross, it’s not about cheating or one last fling. It’s really a way that she can show the others that she’s hotter than them. It’s like a pissing match if you will. So, again, don’t piss off the client by sucking her best friend’s nipples too long. She wants to be desired above the others. It’s her night. Show the others a little fun.”

  “I see. Tell her I’ll do it for more money.” I thought of being somewhere like that and seeing someone I know. Melanie had told me that when that sort of thing happened, that’s when discretion was key. I was the one with the upper hand, and most of the women wouldn’t talk not wanting to be outed themselves.

  She stroked my cock through my pants. “You’re distracted.” She pul
led her hand away and rested her head in her palm as she propped against the back of the couch facing me. “What’s going on with you?”

  I was still in a daze with everything on my mind. “I’ve been in a funk all morning. It’s Katie’s teacher. She asked me out, and I said no.”

  “Wow, her teacher? Is she not your type?”

  “Oh, she’s gorgeous. She’s twenty-two.” I met her eyes, and she nodded knowing my reservations.

  “You know, it wouldn’t be much different if she were twenty-five. But I can understand you not wanting to jump into anything with your current state of affairs.”

  “Yeah, it might not be a good time to form a relationship. But, don’t you feel like she’s too young for an old man like me?”

  “I think you’re a bit too worried about what people think. You don’t look your age, and it’s acceptable these days. Unless you’re worried about Katie?”

  “She loves her teacher. She named her new goldfish after us and performed a wedding ceremony for them.” She’d done it the next day after the carnival and had asked if they could share a new bowl. I’d gone out to buy one, and she spent the whole night waiting for them to kiss.

  “Oh, I see. You think she’s going to expect more.”

  “I think she already does.” And with that, I got to the root of my problem. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Tori Bloom, but, the current state of affairs aside, I wasn’t sure I was ready for a real relationship with anyone, twenty-two or forty. Especially if it was going to give Katie false hope.

  Chapter 12

  Tori

  Getting Ross Reed to come in and deal with his daughter’s education was like pulling teeth, and as soon as I’d arrived for work, Mrs. Lewis had reminded me that time was running out for enrollment for the next semester.

  As embarrassed as I was to talk to him, I decided I had to swallow my pride for Katie’s sake and give him a call.

  I dialed the number, holding my breath that he would be able to make it on the same day.

  “Hello, Tori,” he said immediately. I was surprised that he knew who I was and realized he must have saved my name in his phone from the last time I called.

  “Hi. I was calling to see if you could come in as soon as possible and fill out these papers for your daughter’s enrollment. The deadline is approaching, and I’m supposed to turn in the forms by Thursday.” I actually had a few more days than that, but I wanted to put a bit of pressure on him so he’d try to come.

  “How about today? If you think you can fit me in.” My heart raced at the idea, and I cleared my throat.

  I had a few places I’d like to fit him and blushed thinking about it. “That would be perfect.” I tried to remain calm, but the idea of spending time alone with him, even to fill out papers, turned me on. “I have a free period at one during the kid’s music class if you’d like to stop by?” That would be a perfect time if he could make it with none of the children in my room.”

  “I’ll be there. See you soon.” He ended the call, and I tucked my phone into my pocket and took off to find Jackie while the kids were still gone to PE.

  She was behind her counter on her computer with an intent look on her face. She looked up and saw me enter. “How are you? Long time, no see.” She’d canceled the trip to the carnival, but I knew she did it hoping I’d stay home. I hadn’t told her I’d gone knowing she’d be angry.

  She walked around the counter, joining me at the nearest table.

  “I’m nervous. Ross Reed is finally going to show up and enroll Katie in the program.”

  “Why would that make you nervous.” She stared at me with narrowed eyes and then it hit her. “You went to the carnival, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, and I asked him out, and he turned me down.” I didn’t care that she knew. I was prepared to tell her in my own time. I should have known she’d guess. She knew me too well.

  “Ouch, you got turned down by an old man. That has to sting.” She made a face and then held up her hand. “I’m sorry, really. I mean, I’m sure that’s going to make things awkward.”

  “Yes, it does, thanks so much for pointing that out.” I gave her a withering glance, and she laughed.

  “I’m sorry, but that’s what you get for going out there all alone.”

  “Not you too, he wasn’t thrilled that I’d gone alone either.”

  “Does he know that you went there to try and score a date, or did he buy the whole coincidence line?” I hadn’t thought about it, but there was a chance he’d thought that especially after Katie had mentioned that I knew about their trip.

  “Great, now I feel like an even bigger loser.” I had considered asking him out again, but now there was no way.

  “You’re not a loser. You’re a catch, and if that old geezer didn’t know it, then it’s his loss.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “When you see him, you’re going to want to retract that old geezer statement.”

  “I’ll make sure and sneak a peek. What time will he be here?” She seemed as if she didn’t believe me and that was fine, she’d see soon enough.

  I sat with her until it was time for my class to return and then I spent the rest of the day working with them on usual class business and grew more nervous as the time approached.

  I sat in my room alone at one and wondered if he would be late, and five minutes later he came in apologizing.

  “I’m so sorry. I got behind a funeral procession. I would have called, but I didn’t think I’d be this late. Should I have gotten a tardy pass?” He was dressed in casual jeans and a long-sleeve cotton shirt that brought out his eyes, making them almost as bright as Katie’s.

  “It’s fine. Here are the papers and I’ve already marked each place I need your signature with an X. I need to you read over the parental expectations and sign that form as well. It’s vital to the program that, while we’re doing all we can on our end, the parents do their part at home. We’ll be sending home quite a bit of work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and we have special incentives which we will need your permission for as well.”

  He nodded and looked at the papers as I pointed to each section, then he took a moment to read through it and finally, reached for a pen. As he scrawled his signature, he glanced up. I turned my eyes down to the paper and tried to busy myself. I didn’t want him to catch me gawking, but it was hard to take my eyes off his strong chest and arms.

  I adjusted my collar remembering being pressed up against him, and wished I had something I could trip over, so he’d save me again. Maybe I’d get lucky when I walked him out.

  “How have you been?” he asked looking up over the papers.

  The question took me by surprise, and I sat up in my seat and squared my shoulders. “I’ve been good, thanks.” I would have been better if he hadn’t turned me down and it took all of my restraint not to tell him so.

  “Well, that’s good to hear. I bet you’re looking forward to the holidays. Do you have family close?”

  “No, my aunt is my only family, and she lives out of state.” The holidays were still some time away, and I knew he was just making small talk.

  “Will you be traveling?”

  “No, I will probably read a book.” I let out a breath realizing how pathetic that sounded. “Unless my best friend, Jackie and I make plans. We’ve talked about going on a cruise for the holidays, but she has a family, and so her mother would throw a fit.” I felt even more pathetic by the time I finished rambling, and he put his final signature on the paper and pushed it across the desk. I took it, and our fingers brushed together, and he met my eyes.

  “You understand why I turned you down, don’t you? I mean, I explained it wasn’t personal, and the last thing I wanted was to make things personal.”

  “I understand, I just think it’s a stupid reason.” I shrugged, and he seemed taken aback.

  “Well, I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone call me stupid, but thank you for your honesty.”

  “I just thought we’d have
fun together. I still do.” I leaned in closer. “I’m sure we could find something we both had in common.” I let my voice grow low and sultry, and I hoped he regretted refusing my offer.

  “I’m sure we would find something. You know, I have been wondering about you.” He gave me a sideward glance and his eyes smoldered.

  “Ask me anything.” I had nothing to hide.

  “Why do you like older men?”

  “My aunt is a bit of a flirt, and she had a lot of boyfriends around. I saw the way the younger ones treated her. The older men were respectful, and I don’t know, I always wanted someone to treat me like I was special.”

  “What about your own father?”

  “Both of my parents abandoned me when I was a baby, leaving me with my aunt, who is my mother’s sister. The closest thing to a family outing I’ve had in decades was seeing you and Katie as the carnival.”

  He nodded and stared into my eyes. “I’m not good for you, Tori. And it’s not the age thing. I’m not sure I could commit to anyone right now. I’ve got a whole lot of crazy going on in my life, and I don’t know if you’re aware, but I’ve been looking for work. I was laid off from my job a while back.”

  “I’m so sorry. I’ll keep my ears open, and if I hear anything, I’ll let you know.”

  “I appreciate that, but it’s just not a good time to bring someone into my life.”

  “Hey, I don’t want to marry you, I just thought we could eat pizza or see a movie or something.” I forced a laugh, but I was really growing tired of him making excuses. “You don’t have to explain. You’re not attracted to me, and I can accept that.” I shrugged and wished the meeting would end.

  “Not attracted? Are you nuts, of course, I’m attracted to you? I just think you can do better right now.” He seemed genuinely surprised and almost offended that I said he wasn’t attracted, but I had assumed that was the reason why.

  “I’d like to think that I could choose who to be interested in the same as you. And if you’re not interested then I’ll let it go.” I planted my hands on the table and pushed back my chair, but he placed his hand on mine and stopped me.