My Boyfriend's Father

Valerie Montgomery watched as her boyfriend shoved clothes haphazardly into a dusty duffel bag, eager to be off the campus
and heading home. “Justin, really, what’s the rush? There are parties going on here all night long to celebrate the graduation. We
should hang out one more night, say goodbye to our friends, have a few more drinks, and wake up with one more hangover. I
don’t see the need to rush back home.” She tucked a stray strand of her blond hair behind her ear, and then placed her hands
between her knees, hoping she could get through to him.
Justin Pressman gave her a weak shrug as he shoved another stack of shirts carelessly into his bag. “I don’t want another
hangover. And we’ve already said goodbye to everyone who matters. Besides, I have interviews scheduled early on Monday
morning, and I want to make sure everything’s ready, give my resume a once over, pick out an outfit that shouts confidence. You
can help me with that, actually.” He stopped packing and stood there, staring over at her. “I thought you were eager to be away
from this place. Why the sudden bout of holding on?”
Valerie glanced down at her hands, twirling her fingers around each other in a nervous gesture. “I just don’t know if going back to
your dad’s is a good idea right now,” she said. Then she glanced back up at him. “He didn’t take your mom leaving so well, you
know, and I don’t want to add stress to him by sort of barging into his house and making myself at home.”
Justin chuckled as he reached for another stack of shirts. “Val, Dad loves you and you know it. He wants us there. Hell, he’s
probably tired of all the quietness and needs us to liven the place up again. It’ll be great. You’ll see. Besides, we won’t be there
long. I have everything planned out. A week tops, and then we’re in our own place.”
Valerie just nodded as she glanced back out the window to the trees in the distance. Justin always had his plans and to-do lists.
Four years they spent at the college, finding each other among the thousands of students that roamed the campus. For the past
two years, they were inseparable, and had even made plans for their future; well, Justin made plans, that is. Valerie just went
along for the ride, letting him steer. That future, however, was suddenly here, and Valerie had to admit, she was a little afraid.
She should have been having her fun and experimenting, but Justin was a fairly structured individual, even in his fun. She
sighed. Even in their sex. She glanced back up at Justin, his shaggy dark hair dangling across his brows. “I’d really like to stay
one more night,” she said, her tone soft, almost pleading, as she stared at him.
He paused, one hand still halfway to his duffel with some shorts, as he looked at her with his soft green eyes. He studied her for
a moment and then plopped his shorts back down on his bed. Nodding, he moved over to where she sat, sitting beside her and
taking her hands in his. “Are you all right? What’s with the sudden desire to stay? Yesterday you said you couldn’t wait to get out
of here.”

She shrugged, holding onto his hands as if a lifeline to her sanity. “I’m just not as ready as I thought, I guess. I know Tony and
Celia are heading to Chester’s later. Let’s meet up with them and have one more night before the real world sucks us in. Then
we can get back to your plans and to-do lists. It’ll be fun. I promise.”
He studied her some more, his lips pressed into a thin line. Eventually, he nodded, taking a small breath. “All right,” he said. “If
that’s what my girl wants, then that’s what she’ll have.” Then he held a finger up as his face grew serious. “One more night, but
no hangovers. I want to be on the road early tomorrow. I already told Dad we would be there this weekend.”
She felt the smile crease her face as she nodded. “Promise. No hangovers.” She leaned over, kissing him softly, one hand
cupping his cheek. When she pulled away, she felt the flutter in her chest she always felt when she kissed him. “Thank you.”
He squeezed her other hand, his eyes sparkling as he gave her a reassuring smile. “Anytime, sweetie. I’d do anything in the
world for you, and you know it.”
She nodded. “I do, but still, thank you.”
“Well, at least help me get this packing finished,” he said. “We can load up the trunk of the car, so there’s less to do in the
morning.” She watched as he stood back up, moving back to his packing. “What time are Tony and them hitting Chester’s?”
She told him and then moved to help him pack some of the knickknacks he had collected over the past four years, wrapping
them up in old newspaper before stuffing them in a box. It didn’t take long to pack everything up and stuff most of it into the trunk
of Justin’s car. They stacked Valerie’s belongings by the door to his dorm room, ready to be hauled down to his car first thing in
the morning. Luckily, she didn’t have much she wanted to keep with her, and her parents were able to take the rest with them
when they left after the ceremony.
She sat on the corner of his bed, watching him as he stood in the middle of his now empty room, hands on his hips. “I had more
shit than I thought I did,” he said, chuckling. “I have no idea where I’ll store all this when we get back home.”
She leaned back, palms down on the bed as she crossed her legs. “Probably keep most of it up in the attic in a box marked
“Memories”. That’s where I plan on keeping most of mine.”
He nodded. “More than likely.” He turned back to her, a playful smile toying at the corners of her lips. “We should grab a shower
before heading out.” Winking at her, he added, “You know, one more sneaky shower here before we leave forever.”
She sighed at the fact that he used her words against her but couldn’t deny the heat pooling between her legs. With a nod, she
said, “One more shower in that tiny ass bathroom of yours.”

He leaned in, kissing her softly. “I love being in tight places with you.” He kissed her once more. “I also love being in your tight
places.”
Now, she giggled at his words, leaning into him, and kissing him hard, her tongue shoving its way between his lips as she
reached up and gripped the back of his head. They remained locked in a tight embrace for a few moments, their tongues doing
the dance she suddenly wanted their bodies to be doing. Breaking the kiss but still holding onto the back of his head, she leaned
back slightly, her heart beating a rapid rhythm in her chest. “Is Russell gone?” She didn’t need Justin’s roommate barging in and
catching them. Again.
“He left even before graduation,” Justin said with a salacious grin. “The place is ours until tomorrow morning.”
Valerie grinned back. “Best news yet.” And she took his hand, pulling him off the bed and toward the bathroom, grinning over at
him. “Let’s take that shower.”
Justin followed. Of course, what choice did he have, right? Valerie pulled him into the bathroom, moving over to start the water
before turning back to him and eagerly pulling his shirt up and off. She felt his hands on the hem of her own shirt, pulling it up, as
well, and then quickly moving to her back for her bra straps. Within seconds, the two of them stood there, naked, their hands
roaming over each other as they fell back into a passionate kiss. Valerie sucked in a breath as she felt his fingers grazing against
her quickly hardening nipples. Gripping him tighter, she pushed her breast into his hand, begging him with her moans to play a
little rougher. He knew her well enough to know what her moans meant and eagerly obliged, taking her nipple in his fingers,
twisting it slightly as he pinched harder. He was more the soft romantic when it came to sex but every once in a while, he gave
her the aggressiveness she craved.
Valerie felt her entire body tighten into one taut cord, as if her nerves were on fire, as he clamped down on her nipple. Her
moans filled his mouth as she clutched tightly to him, grasping him to her as the bathroom started to fill with steam.
As Justin pulled away, breaking the kiss, she sucked in a deep breath of air, her chest rising and falling with the effort. “God,
yes,” she groaned, as Justin kept his grip on her nipple. “That feels so fucking good.”
He leaned down, kissing her softly as he slowly released her nipple. As he stood back up, his grin made her honey drip even
more. “Good,” he said. “Now, let’s take that shower, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll feel something else.”
She slid her hand down between them, gripping his hardening cock, and stroking it slowly. “Promises, promises.”
His grin grew as he gripped her hand, pulling her into the shower behind him. “Oh, I intend to keep my promises.”

The water pelted her flesh, the warm spray causing her to shiver at first as he forced her under its pressured stream. She
shrieked, her cries turning to giggles as he spun her around so that her hands held her up on the cold tile, the water pouring over
her head and down across her breasts. She felt his hands graze over her flesh until he gripped her hips, pulling her ass out a
little so that his cock teased at her entrance. Groaning, she pushed herself back onto his hardness, hoping to shove him inside of
her. “God, please, Justin,” she moaned. “I need it.”
He leaned forward, his lips brushing her ears. “I need you,” he whispered, his husky tone making her cunt drip even more. And
with a deep thrust, he buried himself balls deep inside of her wetness.