Mr. Perfect O: A Single Dad Romance

by Amy Brent

  Dickerson grunted as he got out of the chair and came around the desk with his beefy hand out. “That’s fine. No worries there.” He held out his hand and I shook it. “You have my condolences, Captain Ryder. I know you’ve always considered me to be a pain in the ass, but you’ve always taken good care of me. I appreciate your service. You’re a damned good SEAL.”

  “Thank you, sir. It’s good to know that I’ve taken care of someone.” I let go of his hand and walked out the door.

  * * *

  Once the plane was at cruising altitude and the pilot had turned off the seat belt button, I made my way to the first-class lavatory and locked the door. I stood at the tiny sink and splashed cold water on my face. When I looked at the man in the mirror, he gave me a disgusted look and said, “Your wife is dead, you fucking piece of shit. You happy now?”

  The words echoed in my ears. The fact that I’d spent the night and most of the morning fucking another woman while my wife lay in a drawer at the morgue or in the basement of some funeral home in Arlington was not lost on me. Our relationship had long soured and was probably over for good, and I’d take my part of the blame for that, but I should have honored my vows until the divorce was final. I was sure Bethany did. That was just her way. Goddammit. I was a fucking SEAL. I lived and died by a strict code of conduct that revolved around discipline, ethics, and honor. Sadly, those things were left in the hallway outside my hotel room door while I was fucking Bonita Anderson inside.

  A heavy blanket of shame and grief draped itself around my shoulders and squeezed until my lungs could no longer take in air.

  I lowered myself onto the tiny toilet and put my head in my hands.

  With the water running to help disguise the noise, I broke down and sobbed like a fucking baby.

  The sad thing was, I really wasn’t sure who or what I was crying for.

  Chapter Five: Lolita

  I lost my virginity three years ago, when I was sixteen, on September 12th. I knew the date because I had written all about it in the locked diary I kept hidden in my nightstand. I had written the words while his cum was still moist in my cunt. I could still smell the sweat from his body, taste the salt from his lips, hear his low groans in my ears as he shot his load inside me. Sometimes, I take out the diary and read the words as I make myself cum as my fingers plunge deep inside me, imagining that its Jerry’s thick cock bringing me to orgasm. It’s like my own personal erotic novel, only every word is true. I get hot just thinking about it.

  It was a Friday night and my mother was out with some of her work friends and I was home alone. Jerry showed up around seven, saying that he just thought he’d stop by to make sure I was all right. He knew I was home alone. Fuck, I was always home alone. I knew the moment I opened the door and saw him standing there with an innocent smile on his face that we were going to fuck. That’s why I let him in. My cherry swelled at the sight of him. I literally felt like I was going to pop.

  “How late do you think your mom will be out?” he asked as he followed me into the kitchen so I could get him a beer from the fridge.

  “She’s usually out pretty late when she’s partying with her girlfriends,” I said as I set the beer on the bar that separated the open dining room and kitchen. He slid onto a stool, picked up the beer, and took a long drink. His eyes took me in as he drank. I leaned back against the sink to give him the full view.

  He was making small talk, but I wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying. There was a heat in my cunt that was burning its way through my body. My tits were large by the time I was sixteen. I felt my nipples plumping in my bra. My panties were moist. I could smell my scent wafting in the air. I wondered if he could smell me like I wanted him to. I wanted him to sniff the air and pounce on me like a lion on the prowl. I crossed my ankles and squeezed my thighs together, but it did not diminish the fire that was smoldering there. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his cock in my hand and in my mouth and in my pussy. I was a horny teenager who had never had sex with anything other than my own hand and my mom’s vibrator that she kept in her bedside table. My cherry was ripe and ready. I wanted Jerry to pop it before it burst on its own.

  I was just a stupid teenager, but I was old enough to know better than to fuck my mom’s boyfriend. But I could tell that Jerry wanted me, and I think he realized that I wanted him, too. I saw his eyes go over me as he sipped from the bottle. I was wearing a pair of pink gym shorts that showed off my long legs and a green crop top that showed off my flat stomach. I was barefoot. My toenails were painted bright red. My long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. My skin was a golden brown from lying in the sun. I smelled like coconut oil and soap. I wondered if Jerry thought I looked sexy. The way his eyes lingered on my tits and pussy, I figured I did.

  “Are you and mom getting serious?” I asked innocently, as if it would make a difference in what was about to happen.

  Jerry took a long drink and wiped the beer from his lips with the back of his hand. He gave a long sigh and shrugged. “Honesty, I think we’re about done. Your mom’s hard to read. Sometimes, I think things are going good and sometimes, I think she’d just as soon see me gone. Between you and me, I think she’s already moving on. She broke a date with me to go out with her friends tonight.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said with mixed emotions. “Mom can be pretty flaky sometimes.”

  “Yeah, well, that’s life.” He held the beer bottle in one hand and scraped at the label with a thumbnail. He glanced up at me, then glanced back down. “Has she said anything to you about me? How she feels or what she’s thinking?”

  Now, mom talked about Jerry all the time. Sometimes she said he was the best man in the world and other times she wished he’d just go away. She said he was sweet and generous, but was getting possessive, always wanting to know where she was and who she was with. He texted and called her all the time to check on her and she was getting sick of it. That was the one thing mom wouldn’t tolerate; a man who tried to keep tabs on her and thought he could tell her what to do. I knew she wouldn’t put up with it for long. Maybe that’s what drove me to say what I did. Or maybe that’s just what I tell myself when I start feeling guilty for fucking Jerry behind her back.

  “I think mom’s seeing someone else,” I said quietly. It wasn’t a complete lie. Mom had been fucking her boss, Ralph, for years, and on those nights when she didn’t have plans with Jerry she hung out with an old boyfriend named Stevie Vaughn. Poor Jerry got a look on his face that could have been hurt or relief. Either way, it made me want to take him into my arms and make him feel better.

  “Fuck, I knew it,” he said, his handsome forehead furrowing with lines. “I guess that’s it then.”

  “Do you love her, Jerry?” I asked, hoping that the answer would be no, but determined to fuck him either way. I couldn’t help myself. My brain was no longer in control. They say guys think with their dicks. I’m here to tell you that girls think with their pussies. At least girls like me. My panties were soaking through to my gym shorts now. My nipples were pushing through the bra. The scent of my juices hung in the air like perfume.

  Jerry stared at my feet and pondered the question for a moment, sitting with his shoulders hunched, his elbows on the bar and the bottle between his hands. The label was peeled off completely now. Little scraps of paper littered the bar. I saw his eyes slowly drift up my legs and settle on my pussy. I saw his nostrils flare. He could smell me. He shifted his weight on the stool. I wondered if his cock was hard just from looking at me and smelling my scent.

  “I thought maybe I loved her,” he said quietly. His eyes drifted up to my tits. My nipples were like hard little stones. They pushed out from my bra and crop top like they were begging for him to touch them. He blinked a few times, then took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.

  “You don’t think you love her anymore?” I asked, as if his answer would change what I’d set my mind to do.

  He narrowed his eyes at me. “D
o you think she loves me, Lolita?”

  “Honestly?”

  “Yes.”

  “No, I don’t think she loves you, Jerry,” I said, letting my bare shoulders go up and down. “I don’t think she’s really capable of loving anybody.”

  “Yeah, I get that,” he said, setting the empty bottle on the bar. He licked his lips and offered a sad smile. “Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.”

  “That’s what she said,” I said, putting my hands on the counter behind me to push myself up. I could feel something warm running down the inside of my thighs. I gave him a look that I hoped was seductive. “She said you were all kinds of fun, Jerry. All kinds of fun...”

  “Well, glad she enjoyed the ride,” he said. He braced his palms on the bar and started to push himself up, then lowered himself back onto the stool when I pulled the crop top over my head and dropped it to the floor. I was wearing a black bra that barely contained my big tits. Jerry’s mouth dropped open as he watched me unhook the bra in the back and let it slide down my arms. My big boobs bounced free.

  “Lolita, what are you doing?” he asked quietly. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His eyes were glued to my tits. I cupped my tits and massaged them where the bra had cut in. I brought my fingers to my nipples and gave them a hard squeeze. I thought I was going to cum right then and there. My cunt gushed hot juices, lubricating my pussy in anticipation of my first cock pushing its way inside me. Mom said Jerry had a cock like a summer sausage. I couldn’t wait to see and touch it for myself.

  “Do you want me, Jerry?” I asked, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples until they turned purple. My breath was started to come in gusts, the words drifting out in sighs. “Do you want to fuck my tight little pussy with your big meaty cock?”

  Jerry licked his lips and glanced over his shoulder toward the front door. He lowered his voice as if he was afraid someone might hear. “Lolita, how old are you?”

  “Does it matter?” I asked. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and panties and pushed them down my legs. My pubes were blonde and curly and freshly trimmed. The little hairs lining the sides of my cunt were soaked with my juices. I spread my legs and used my fingers to pull back my pubes so Jerry could see my pink virgin pussy.

  “Lolita… I… I mean…”

  “Don’t you want to taste my pussy, Jerry?” I asked, smiling as I massaged my swollen clit. “I want you to taste me. I want to feel your tongue and your cock deep inside me.”

  Jerry glanced at the front door again. I could tell what he was thinking. This is not a good idea, but fuck…

  I came around the bar and held out my arms as Jerry slid off the stool. I looked down at the front of his pants. He had a huge boner pushing against his khakis. I smiled as the breath shuddered out of me. I was about to lose my virginity with a man more than twice my age with a huge cock. I could barely contain myself.

  I slid into Jerry’s arms with my head back and mouth open. When he kissed me, I felt the heat of his tongue all the way down to my toes. I’d been kissed before, mostly by a boy named Kevin Feeney that I fooled around with sometimes, but Kevin did not kiss like Jerry. Kevin kissed like a shark biting into a surf board. Jerry’s kiss was soft and warm, his tongue swirled around my lips and slid into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue and moaned.

  Jerry’s strong hands slid around my waist, then down my back to my ass. He gave my ass a hard squeeze, then picked me up like a ragdoll. I put my legs around his waist and whispered in his ear. “Take me in the bedroom and fuck me, Jerry. I want you to fuck me till I scream for you to stop.”

  Without saying a word, he carried me into my bedroom and tossed me on the bed, then practically ripped open his pants to free his swollen cock. He pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees. He didn’t even bother to take off his shirt or work boots.

  His cock was long and thick and dark brown, hence my mom’s summer sausage remark. It stuck out from a thick patch of black curls like a veiny tree branch. The head was crimson and swollen, like a balloon twisted to the point of popping. I wanted to touch it, to hold it in my hand, to milk it with my fingers, to put it in my mouth. But Jerry had other ideas that didn’t involve hours of exploration and foreplay and romance that I had always dreamed would preclude my first lover shoving his cock inside me.

  He just pushed me back on the bed and put his rough hands on my knees and pushed them apart. He hooked his hands under my knees and practically dragged me to him. Before I could tell him to be gentle with me, he pushed the head of his cock against my hole and jerked me onto him, impaling my pussy without giving me time to even prepare. When his cock split my hymen, I screamed at the top of my lungs. Jerry didn’t even seem to notice. He seemed to be in a daze. He dug his fingers into my hips and started pummeling into me, pulling nearly all the way out, then thrusting back in until the tip of his cock hit my cervix. Mama was right. The pain was excruciating. Then it wasn’t. Pleasure slowly overtook the pain, even as I was being hammered so hard the entire bed beneath me shook.

  Sadly, I started to realize that my first time was not going to be the fairy tale romance that I had always dreamt that it would be. But it was a good fucking, nonetheless. A rough, hard, frantic, thorough fucking. It took less than a minute for Jerry to cum. I remembered staring up at his face, all red and sweaty, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth hanging open.

  “Fuck…” he muttered. “Goddamn… Fuck…”

  I could feel him tensing up. His fingers were like vices, holding me tight as his big cock slammed into me over and over. Then I felt my own orgasm building deep within my cunt. I put my hands to my tits and squeezed them hard as the fire began to burn its way through my body. Christ, it was not romantic in the least, but it felt fucking amazing. I pushed my pussy toward him and moaned each time his cock rammed inside me. I could feel him in my chest, in my throat, in my temples. When he started to growl like an animal, I pointed my toes and tensed my muscles and gushed juices over him like a geyser. He scrunched up his face and groaned. His body tensed for a moment, then jerked as the orgasm rolled to completion. He exhaled loudly, still holding me against him.

  “Jerry?” I asked tentatively. I was a little worried by the look on his face. I’d never seen a man cum in person before. Jerry’s face was purple and sweaty. He looked like he was having a heart attack. “Are you okay?”

  My words seemed to jar him awake. His eyes fluttered like a slot machine and he let go of my legs. His cock slid out of me and he stumbled back with his pants around his knees. He tried to say something, but it came out as gibberish.

  “Uh… I… um…” He quickly pulled up his pants and tucked his sticky, flaccid cock inside as he stumbled from the room. I leaned up on my elbows and watched him go. It was the first time in my life I realized how fucking weird men are. You give them what they want and rather than take their time and treat you like a lady, they fuck you quick and get the hell out. Son of a bitch…

  I lay there on the bed as Jerry’s seed oozed out of me. My diary was in the nightstand drawer. I hurriedly pulled it out and wrote down what had happened in vivid detail. Looking back now, I was lucky he didn’t knock me up. That would have been ironic, repeating my mother’s mistake of getting pregnant at sixteen by a guy I’d never see again. That would have really been a Dr. Phil moment.

  I remember a sense of panic setting in after the glow faded. I put away the diary and hurried into the shower and took the handheld shower head and washed Jerry’s sticky seed out of my cunt as best as I could. My mom kept a supply of douches under the bathroom sink. I used one to rinse myself out, then lathered up and hit it with the spray head again. I told my mom when she finally came home the next day that I wanted to go on birth control.

  She didn’t even bat an eye.

  I was on the pill by the next week.

  And to my knowledge, neither of us ever heard from Jerry again.

  * * *

  When I wasn’t w
aiting tables at Applebee’s on the weekends or taking accounting courses at the local community college during the week, I spent most of my time in the summer floating on an inflatable raft in the pool in our backyard, letting the sun streak my blonde hair and bake my skin to a golden brown. We were one of the few houses in the neighborhood that had a pool, and we would not have had one if it hadn’t been for mom’s Pussy Power.

  One of her boyfriends, Bob or Rob or Roy, I think it was, was a pool contractor and they dated long enough for him to install the pool in the off-season when his crew wasn’t busy. Mom said he just wanted to see both of us in bikinis and the cost of doing so was installing the pool, even though it took up most of the yard. She broke up with him a week after the pool was finished so he never got to see us in our bikinis, which I’m sure was mom’s plan all along.

  School was on summer break, so I had been lounging in the pool most of the day. My body was hot and oily to the touch, my skin glowed reddish brown. I was standing at the kitchen sink in my string bikini on the very spot where I had stripped off my clothes to seduce Jerry three years before. I thought about him sometimes when I was alone in the kitchen. It was almost like I could feel his eyes on my body and hear his breath in my ear. Just thinking about him got me all hot and bothered sometimes. I wondered what he was doing and if he was happy. Silly, really, how you sometimes thought of your first lover even if the lovemaking wasn’t what you expected it to be.

  As I was filling a plastic bottle with ice water I heard mom’s car pull into the carport on the side of the house. I finished filling the bottle and screwed on the top just as she came through the side door.

  At just thirty-eight years old, mom was still a knockout. She was wearing a black miniskirt that showed off her tanned, killer legs, a red blouse with short sleeves, and four inch heels. Her blonde hair was blown out and her makeup was perfect. She looked like she was getting ready to go clubbing rather than a legal secretary on her lunch break.