College Daddy: A Single Dad Romance

by Amber Heart

  "You have any idea who he might be covering for?"

  "As a matter of fact, I do. But that's not really why I'm here, to talk about the things that lead me through a run of dismally rejected job applications, to wind up with such a shitty and demeaning job. I thought you wanted to party, Boyd. Or was that all just an act? Aren't you a bad boy?"

  "You want a bad boy? You've come to the right place. The only problem is, I think I'm done being bad, for now at least. That might come as a shock to you. I'm sorry if you were looking for something more exciting …"

  "Shit, don't get all deep on me. You can't bring out such an expensive drink and ruin it like that. Cheer up," said Opal. Her pretty face and pleasant smile were exactly the thing any guy needed when they were feeling down. The problem was, he wanted to do all those things that she had clearly been expecting: break the law, run amok, buy illegal substances, some harmless vandalism maybe. It wasn't worth getting his trust fund taken away from him though.

  "How about we see the sights? Jimmie's doing a night shift tonight, if that's what we want. I didn't want you to have to sit in a plain old taxi.

  "What if I were to take my top off? Would that encourage you to show me how bad you are? It turns me on, Boyd. I've been stuck with a guy who acted so nice and proper all the time. The only problem was—well, one of the problems at least—he wasn't such a nice guy. The fucker didn't even try to stand up for me, when I'm pretty sure it was his so-called friend who set me up at work."

  "I thought you didn't want to talk about that. Step back a second though. Tell me more about what turns you on." Boyd forgot all about his own troubles, inspecting Opal's subtle form beneath her semi-casual dress. "And you were about to take your top off, is that right? Did I hear you wrong?"

  "Wow, calm down there, stud. That was just to get your attention. Of course I'm not that kind of girl. But I have a feeling you wouldn't be giving me so much of your honest attention if I was like that. No, you like easy women, but you're bored of them, right? Well, maybe I'm in the mood to see what hanging out with a bad boy is like. Do you think we might be able to give each other what we each need?"

  Chapter Seventeen

  It was Opal's plan to trick Boyd into doing something stupid, but that was still hard for her to do. She assumed that getting herself drunk would make it easy, bring out the bad side of her. The rest would surely fall into place. But Boyd wasn't so easily led, he had been around plenty of women who wanted to have their way or no way, apparently. The trick was to get him drunk, she realized.

  "You're a real lightweight," he said to her. "I can't believe you have a few hundred dollars worth of French champagne and you can't hang." Getting Boyd drunk was almost an automatic thing. As soon as he'd seen her gulping the stuff down, he'd followed suit. He must have been being polite at first, but clearly he was a thirsty person.

  "Isn't all champagne French? That's the definition of a sparkling wine from that region of the country, isn't it? I thought a rich boy like you would be more familiar with his snobby titles and anal bullshit."

  "If you want to talk anal, maybe we should head back to my place. I don't want to get caught for indecent exposure, not again."

  "Oh, is that so? Okay, sure, let's go back to your place." That was just the invitation that might lead Opal to some of that dirt Carl was so eager to get his wrinkled hands on. This was feeling like a secret mission now, and it was kind of fun.

  Boyd must have been sticking to beers lately, because he passed out after consuming half a bottle of rum. "Poor guy," Opal quietly said as she watched him breathing deeply in his slumber on the sofa. "You were trying so hard to be good, too. I'm sorry."

  "Huh?" he said, stirring. "It's not even my fault, Felicia. I didn't mean to do it." Clearly Boyd had some issues with his lawyer. That was the name Carl had given her, so she'd looked into the background there. Yeah, she knew a fair amount about Boyd. The only issue was that it was the type of thing the papers had been permitted to print. There must have been so much hidden beneath the surface of this young man's life, it would have been enough to fill a thick book.

  Intrigued by the idea of what might be lurking in Boyd's personal history, she started to look around. First, she stuck to the living area, which would have been more appropriately called the party room. Judging by the mood lighting and the pumping stereo system, it had been host to a lot of wild debauchery. The idea made her throb; that could have been plenty of fun, but her mission was more important right now.

  "I can't believe this," she said after a good two hours of searching. It was a large place, given that hundreds of people lived in the building as well. It took up the entire top story, but even the biggest penthouse wasn't particularly huge compared to a standalone house. There couldn't have been any more places to hide things. She'd even gone around and pulled, nudged, or prodded all of the paintings on the walls, pieces of showy art, and even the wall and ceiling fixtures. Opal had gone so far as to inspect the furniture for hidden compartments and stitches. If there was anything Boyd was hiding, it would have been there, surely.

  It must be digital, you idiot, she thought at last. That did make sense, in this day-and-age. On the other hand, who would be stupid enough to keep incriminating evidence where it might be susceptible to hackers or server failures. And Carl was confident there would be something, somewhere.

  "Looking for the bathroom?" Boyd said behind her as she walked from the kitchen back out to the living area. It almost made her heart jump right out of her throat. He might have been onto her.

  "You scared the crap out of me, Boyd. I thought you were dead to the world. What time is it anyway? We fell asleep."

  Checking his fancy watch, he replied, "It's only about eleven. Are you ready to head home or something? I'm really sorry for falling asleep like that. I've been taking it easy on the hard stuff; can't handle it the same anymore. Pretty pathetic, right?"

  "What? I don't think it's pathetic that you'd feel sleepy after a big ass bottle of "French" champagne, and all that rum. Is that not a lot for you usually?"

  "As you might have guessed, I've spent a lot of time doing a lot of partying, for a very long time."

  "Come on, you're only a year younger than me. If you're implying I've been alive for a long time, I'm about to slap you."

  "Maybe you could slap me around? I might even like that. Some nice, legal fun right there." He took a step toward where she was standing at the entrance from the kitchen to the living area. "Did you need to use the bathroom first?"

  "I think I'll pass on slapping anyone around for now." Boyd showed her to the bathroom and she pretended that she didn't already know every inch of the place. Opal then pretended that she'd needed to use it. When she walked out, it was a little embarrassing to realize that Boyd was still standing outside the door. He wasn't very close to it, not in a creepy way. But he'd been waiting for here like he had something important to say.

  "Did you want to ask me something?" she said. "You look like you do." But he shook his head, walked forward, and kissed her. "Hang on," she said and he pulled away from her. "What was that?"

  "That's what we call a kiss where I come from. I think it's French," he said with a laugh. "Oh no, wait, this is how you do a French kiss." He moved forward again and Opal didn't try to stop him at all, moved into him instead. They shared a warm, close sort of kiss; not dirty or how she had imagined he'd kiss. "Sorry," he said. "I've been thinking about doing that since the first time I saw you. Thanks for letting me give it a try."

  "You're, uh, welcome?" Opal looked down, to the side, shifted slowly back to Boyd's eyes. They were inviting. She wanted him. There was no reason to fight that. "Fuck it," she said and rushed back to him. Their kissing took them to the bedroom, where she hoisted her dress off over her head. Boyd grinned and looked her up and down.

  "You're even more perfect than I thought. And I've seen a few naked women."

  "What do you do with those naked women once they're in your bedroom? Show me."
Opal took off her bra and panties, because Boyd had been undressing himself at an alarming speed. His motions were well practiced and he was naked in a second. "Hey, hello there," she said when she saw that snake he'd been packing the whole time. "I knew you were hung."

  "I usually expect to get my dick sucked by everyone woman who comes through those doors. Apart from my lawyer and this maid who won't put out any more."

  "You're so open when you think you've got a sure thing, aren't you?" Opal replied. Then again, she was naked and greeting the man's penis. "Are you asking me to suck that?"

  "No, I'm not." Boyd walked over to her and slipped his fingers between her thighs. The sensation was unexpected but welcome. It had been too long already since Opal had been touched by anyone but herself. "But you will." Opal did, lowering to her knees and trying to do the things she was sure all those sluts must have done.

  After licking it, then slowing sucking on the head, she tried to see if she could deep throat him. It didn't work out very well, and she coughed and spluttered over his groomed pubic hair and shaft. "I guess I'm not quite as pro as you're used to."

  "That's why I like you. Don't worry, there's plenty of time to teach you." He put his hand on her head, looking down and waiting to see if she was in agreement with the action. She nodded up at his from her knees, eyes wide, mouth opening. Opal managed to get down so far that Boyd's ball hairs tickled her moist lips. Then, she pulled herself back quickly. He let go of her head and smiled. "That's a girl!"

  "Okay, I have to give it a rest or I might make a mess on your carpet."

  "Let's go to the bed then. You'll notice my plastic sheets." He went and grabbed a bottle from his bedside drawer. There were a lot of interesting items in there, but Opal couldn't quite make out what they were. The bottle contained oil, which he splashed on the sheet a little. "Trust me, you're going to think this is fun. It's like a waterslide, almost. You're not a squirter are you? That really makes it into a waterslide, trust me."

  "What else do you have in there?"

  "Just the usual: cuffs, fake penises and butt plugs for the ladies, colored and flavored lubricants, ball gag, I think I have a leash too. Don't worry, I don't use this stuff most of the time."

  "Do you think we could just have sex for now? It's been awhile, but I'm not too sure about letting you take me for a walk, not just yet."

  "Maybe you'd prefer to lead me. No? Well, come sit on my face instead." He lied on his back, slipping around on the bed. Opal got on Boyd's face, taking hold of his hard dick at the same time. The moment he started to move his tongue, she squealed.

  "Wow! Keep doing that and you might convince me to do just about anything." It was a little awkward at first, the whole situation. After a few minutes of pleasure from Mr. Wonder Tongue, Opal was rubbing herself back and forth on his face, riding it like a mechanical bull. She used some oil from the bed cover and lubed up Boyd's dick and balls thoroughly, working it up and down while she enjoyed his face.

  "Shit, shit, shit! You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up. Let's fuck."

  Boyd just made a negative sound, refusing to stop. He started to go even faster, and grabbed Opal's hips so she wouldn't get off. Hey, she wasn't going to complain if the guy really wanted to keep going. Instead, she screamed out and let go of all her built up frustrations and inhibitions. "God, god, what the fuck?! Don't stop!" Finally, she finished with a huge scream, sure that no sound would travel to the neighbors in that building. Then, she just sat on his face, unable or unwilling to move.

  He didn't seem to mind that one bit. Opal collected herself and leaned forward to suck that lovely dick that was in her hand. The oil was sweet, and made the act even more enjoyable. She grabbed his balls and kneaded the sack in one hand, while holding the slippery cock in position with her other hand, pointing it into her mouth. Boyd started to lick her pussy again, and the sheer thrill from that was almost a new orgasm with each tiny motion.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Boyd was delighted. From where he was situated, he had the best view imaginable. On his back, slick with oil, with Opal on top of him and sucking his cock: heaven. He had his tongue inside her, and the scent of her pure womanhood was intoxicating. They were clearly the perfect match. He closed his eyes and took her in deeply, periodically looking out over the immaculate mounds that were her butt cheeks. He pulled back to breathe and said, "Let's fuck now."

  Opal crawled off him eagerly, and Boyd pushed her up against the back of his bed. It was a specially designed board that was great for sex. He reached behind it and pulled up some Velcro hand cuffs that were attached to plastic cording.

  "What are you going to do to me?" she asked with a lazy smile. "I don't see how you could top yourself after that effort."

  "You'll see how good I can get, or should I say, how bad." He pushed her face onto the slippery plastic, pulled her hands together and secured them with the restraints. "Now you're not going anywhere, bitch."

  "Such a bad boy. Are you going to fuck me or not? Show me what you can do with that anaconda?" Boyd slid it inside of her and threw his head back as the pleasure rushed over him like a wave. Such a welcome feeling, no matter how many women he put his dick inside of.

  "You're tight," he said with earnest surprise. Of course she would be; Boyd was used to the kind of woman who didn't bat an eyelid at taking a 12-inch dildo up her. He started to thrust, happy that the foreplay was well behind them. There was no need to start slowly with her, which he would have taken the time to do otherwise. "I'll bet you're in need of a hard fuck."

  "Yes, I am. Give it to me."

  Boyd pounded Opal nearly as hard as he could, without slipping on the oily bed. He almost wished he didn't bring out the lubricant so soon. That would have given him more traction. But Opal was still playing the part of the bad slut. She wasn't actually ready to take everything that he could throw at her. "You love that, don't you?"

  "Yes, thank you! Yes!"

  "You're a nasty girl deep down, aren't you?"

  "If you can be a bad boy for me, I'll be as fucking nasty as you like. Just show me what you've got." He did, and by the time he came inside her, Boyd was satisfied that Opal was becoming sore. "Oh shit," she said as they each flopped onto their backs beside one another. "What the fuck have I been doing with my sex life?"

  "Sounds like you've been wasting it on a guy who never appreciated what a sexy woman he was sleeping beside."

  "You don't know the half of it. I guess I didn't either, until just now. Hey, Boyd …" She rolled onto her side. The bright lights of the bedroom—perfect for taking in all the depraved sex and nudity—shimmered across the delicate ins and outs of her body. It was like a sunset that could never quite be enjoyed enough to do it justice, even after a thousand summers.

  "What's up?" Boyd said, trying to appreciate the strange feelings he had looking over at Opal.

  "What the fuck do you do to clean all this off?" They laughed together, and for a moment their hands touched. They almost grasped them together, but one of them pulled away. Boyd liked to think that he pulled away first, but that wasn't quite certain.

  "We have a relaxing bubble bath, that's how."

  Boyd jumped to his feet and practically dragged Opal into his bathroom, just like a jaguar drags away its kill.

  Opal’s eyes widened in disbelief “Wow. That’s not a bath, it’s a fucking swimming pool!”

  Boyd burst out laughing “Trust me, it gets better. Much better.”

  Boyd reached out and twisted the silver handle, releasing a torrent of water at the perfect temperature. “You know, you’re the first woman I’ve ever had in here. You should feel honored.”

  Opal made a seductive pose “I didn’t know I was that special, you can call me Princess from now on.”

  Boyd humored her “Would m’lady enjoy the rose scented bubble bath or the lavender?”

  Opal made an attempt at her best posh accent “The rose scented one would be splendid, Jeeves.”

  “Excelle
nt choice, m’lady. Perhaps I could tempt you with some candles, to set the mood”

  “That sounds like a fantastic idea, maybe some music will add to this magical evening as well.”

  Boyd grabbed a remote from the counter and hit the play button. Slow, classical music began to erupt from the speakers scattered around the room.

  “Is everything to your satisfaction, m’lady?”

  “It is, thank you for being so accommodating. Now let me get in!”

  Opal stepped into the heavenly bath and used Boyd to support herself. She slowly sank down until the water enveloped her, leaving only her head out in the open.

  After letting Opal enjoy the relaxing bath for a few moments, a wild grin came across his face. “You’re about to find out why I paid so much for this bath.”

  He pressed one of the buttons next to the tap and held it in until it locked in place. Opal’s eyes immediately shot open, like she was pleasantly surprised.

  “Whatever this is, never turn it off.” Her eyes rolled to the the back of her head and she sank further into the bath. A jet of warm water was being aimed directly at her pussy.

  “I knew you’d like it, it has more options as well. Faster, slower, harder, warmer, colder, it even has a pulsating option. Play around with it, find what you like.”

  Opal’s eyes were barely open, she seemed to be in a Zen-like state of pleasure. “Get in this bath now so I can play with your cock. I need something to hold on to.”

  Boyd slid into the bath next to Opal. His cock was already rock hard and it conveniently rested right next to Opal’s skilled hand.

  Opal grabbed his cock and started to work it up and down, the motion was regularly interrupted as the pleasure from the jet caused her to jerk and tense her body.

  Seeing Opal at the peek of pleasure turned Boyd on so much that he was ready to cum already. Judging by the way Opal was moving, she wasn’t that far off either.