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 leaned over, kissing him softly, one hand cupping his cheek. When she

hand, his eyes sparkling as he gave her a reassuring smile. “Anytime, sweetie.

nodded. “I do, but still,

said. “We can load up the trunk of the car, so there’s less to do in the morning.” She

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

on his hips. “I had more shit than I thought I did,” he said, chuckling. “I have no idea

it up in the attic in a box marked “Memories”. That’s where

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

heat pooling between her legs. With a nod, she said, “One more shower in that

leaned in, kissing her softly. “I love being in tight places with you.” He kissed her once more. “I also love being in

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

with a salacious grin. “The place is

“Best news yet.” And she took his hand, pulling him off the bed