The Single Dad In Love

I'd like to thank kenjisato, again, for the great editing and my friends for their input. If you find any mistakes, it's probably something I did after editing.

Active sexual activity only involves characters over the age of eighteen. Any similarities to persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Names are made up. This story has actually been on my hard drive for a while, so I needed to let it go.

The Single Dad in Love

I am Daniel Peterson; I was nineteen and a college student when this story starts.

I was new to the neighborhood, having just moved to my parents' new home after they retired and moved out west. My high-school-freshman sister, Barbara, had come with them, so she was entrenched in the neighborhood and was babysitting.

This night, she had a problem. She had a date with '

Mr. Football

' and she didn't want to break it. Our neighbors across the street had a daughter who, was a middle school student they did not want to leave alone at home, along with her brother, who was ten, and they wanted Barbara to watch them tonight. Barbara asked our neighbor, Lisa, if it would be all right if her big brother,

me

, could take over the babysitting that night. Lisa and her husband, Albert, were going to have an adult night out without the kids.

For some crazy reason, I did not have a date that night or any place to go with my buddies. Barbara looked at me with puppydog eyes like little sisters usually do, and pleaded with me to take her babysitting job for her.

"Please, Bubbie?" Bubbie had been the nickname she used since she said her first words.

"Yes, I will."

Barbara gave me some popcorn and our popcorn popper, and said, "That is what I do, Kathy loves to popcorn, John is a reader he will just sit and read."

I walked across the street, knocked on the door, and told Lisa that I was there to babysit.

Lisa said, with a smile, "You do know they aren't babies?"

I said, "I know, I'm gonna be a teacher, so this is gonna be a good chance for me to see what I can do with kids."

"Okay, Albert and I will be out tonight, maybe 'til tomorrow morning. Your mom is across the street, so if you have a problem, just call her, so don't worry about it. I figure there's some movie or something on TV." Lisa told me, "You know Kathy is young, and her dad watches her close, so she's not to have any boys over!"

"Of course," I said, "I understand, you know that Barbara is a freshman, and Dad tells me the same thing, 'Be the big brother!'"

Lisa said, "You come highly recommended."

I smiled...

"But, it is your mom and your sister, so I don't know how good that recommendation is," she laughed.

I said, "By the way, I do not have a girlfriend right now, so don't worry, I won't have any guests, so no problem. By the way, bedtime?"

"Kathy can stay up as long as she wants, John needs to be under the covers before ten. Since it is Friday, you will get a lot out of him if you say that you are going to let him stay up 'til eleven, he will think you are pulling one over on us," she said, with a chuckle. "You can sleep in the recliner."

I came in, dropped my popcorn and 'tools' in the kitchen, and sat down on the couch. The TV was on, and nobody was watching it. I turned it to the channel I enjoy.

Lisa and Albert got ready and left within an hour. I gave Albert a go-get-her wink and a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin. Lisa was a 'looker', but I didn't think she knew it.

I settled down to watch a good old John Wayne movie.

I don't care what age you are

;

there's nothing wrong with a John Wayne movie

. Unless you were at Lisa and Albert's, and it was a cowboys-and-Indians one-- Albert was Native American. I knew this, so I picked 'The Fighting Seabees'. There was still a half an hour before it started, so I went to the kitchen and started to get the popcorn ready. I got two

BIG

bowls out because I eat a lot of popcorn and I don't like too much salt. The kids would get the other bowl.

As the popcorn started popping, Kathy came dancing into the kitchen. Barbara had told me that Kathy had a 'crush' on me. I made sure I watched my mouth and actions around her. When the corn was finished, I had both kids in the family room with me.

Kathy frowned, and said, "John always puts too much salt on his popcorn, can you share your bowl?"

I replied, "Well, I am sitting in the recliner, and you guys are on the couch."

The little minx said, "Well, sit on the couch next to me... I mean us."

"Okay, but I get the recliner to sleep in after the movies!"

When we were into the third movie, some rom-com which was Kathy's pick, John dragged himself to his room and fell asleep; it was only 10:35pm. I guess he had had a big day. Kathy was also failing fast. But, I was kind of getting into the movie, thinking I should use this on my next movie-night date I have.

All of a sudden, I felt Kathy's head 'fall' on my shoulder-- she was almost out cold! I figured,

'Well, she will probably sleep on the couch since it was kind of a pajama party, of course

,

fully clothed.'

I saw nothing wrong with it. Shit, I was just a nice big-brother-type guy, and she was kind of like a little sister. When the rom-com was over, it was after midnight. I slipped my shoulder and myself out from under her, put a throw pillow where my shoulder was, and put a throw over her. I took my guard post in the recliner, and pulled its throw over me.

I woke up at about six and attended to my morning regimen. I went into the kitchen, took out a couple of cereal bowls, and put their favorite cereals in them; I had heard from Barbara what their favorites were. I got the orange juice glasses out, and turned on the Saturday morning cartoons. I sat down and watched The Road Runner create havoc with the Wile E. Coyote; Bugs piss off Elmer; and a few other great cartoons from my childhood. After a while, there was a light knock on the door.

Big brother to the rescue

It was Barbara. She had a look on her face of sure disappointment and anger, and she was on the verge of crying.

I asked, "Okay, what's going on?"

She looked at me, and said, "That son of a bitch got 'fresh' last night."

Even then, sis watched her mouth, even around me! She's a freshman...

...what do high school boys do? Get fresh! But I was the big brother.

I said in a smart-ass way, "Do I need to beat

'Mr. I'm-so-hot's

ass?" thinking she would say NO, that I'd just make things worse.

She said, "

YES

!"

I was shocked and did a double-take. I said, "You need to tell me more before I go over to his house and knock the shit out of him!"

"Well, we were kissing, and his hands were a 'little active.'"

When my eyebrows raised, she said, "OUTSIDE my clothes!

"Then he stuck his hands in my panties!!! And he says, 'Time to put out, slut!' I jumped out of the car... but he ripped my panties!!! I got home at one AM." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the ripped panties.

"Okay, tell me who this asshole is?"

"Paul Johnson, he is a football player!"

"Barbara, didn't I tell you to stay away from those Neanderthals?"

"Yes, you did, but I was so excited to be able to go out with a popular guy."

"Okay, what do you want me to do? Kick his ass? I don't think I can do that without a baseball bat. How about I go to his house and talk to his dad like a big brother should? Give me those panties."

Barbara took over babysitting just as Kathy and John came into the kitchen.

A showdown?

I got in my car and thought, '

How am I going to handle this?'

I went to the Johnson house. I rang the bell. Paul opened the door. He did not know me, but Barbara had shown me a picture of him. I asked, "May I speak to Mr. Johnson?"

Paul yelled, "Hey, Dad, someone's at the door for you!"

The senior Johnson came to the door.

he

He was about my height, but with a middle-age spread; he looked like an executive, and he had the soft body to prove it. Paul started to leave.

I said, "Oh, Paul, this involves you!

"My name is Daniel Peterson, and your son went out with my sister last night and behaved inappropriately with her..."

Paul interrupted me, and said, "I didn't do anything to that little slut."

I said, "You see, Mr. Johnson, I am over eighteen, and Paul is under eighteen. I want to kick the shit out of him, but I'll get in a lot of trouble, more trouble than if I kick the shit out of you! Here are my sister's panties; notice how your son ripped them."

I continued, "Mr. Johnson, you are an executive in the Phoenix office of Multi-State Insurance, headquartered in NYC, and its CEO is J. Robert Hearing?"

"Yes, I know, J. Robert Hearing."

I continued, "Do you know who was his senior bond writer, and still a good friend? William Peterson, my Dad, now retired."

"How do you think he'd feel if he knew my sister, who he said was the cutest little girl he had ever seen just ten years ago, was manhandled by YOUR son? Just how do you think he'd take it?"

"Your dad... is that William Peterson?"

"Yep, now, before I kick your ass, should I talk to my dad and ask him if he wants to help?"

Mr Johnson said, "Daniel, will you please come in?"

"No, I'll stay right out here."

"Daniel, what can I do to make you happy?"

"I knew you were a reasonable man," I replied.

"Here is what I want you to do, Mr Johnson,

nothing

, if Paul steps up, acts like a man. Paul goes to my house and talks to my dad and apologizes to him. Then he is to beg my sister to forgive him, you know, apologize to her. If she slaps his face, he will

take it

. If she accepts it, he is to say '

thank you

'; if any of his friends say anything bad to anyone about my sister... well, you do not want to know.

"Do you both understand me?"

Paul mumbled a weak, "Yes."

Mr Johnson said, "We

BOTH

do! Paul, get your ass over there now! Walk or ride that old bike of yours."

"Daniel, I want to ask you to forgive me for this."

"You need to say that to my sister!"

I drove home, talked to Dad, and told him what happened. "No wonder Barbara was late and so upset. Emily (my mom) said she would talk to her when she got back from Lisa and Al's."

"Dad, I have taken care of it."

"Well, I am proud of you for standing up for your sister. Let me tell your mom. She will kill that little bastard in a blink of an eye if I don't talk to her."

Paul did come over, and was slapped by Barbara as he begged for forgiveness. I only wished I had it on video, but I did have the tape recorder running.

I had a few girlfriends.

During my college years, I hit all the typical college nightspots; found a girlfriend here and there, I had a better-than-reasonable romantic life for a college student. I had some great nights, and even some hot nights. My parents said they did not care when I got in on the weekends; yeah, right. A couple of mornings, I almost got caught coming in at 6:00am; Mom always got up at 6:30am.

I dated twins; they did try to fool me by pretending to be each other. When they suggested we have a threesome, I broke up with 'them'; even though it was as erotic as hell, I did not want to do it because I was a one-woman man. I had friends tell me I was a fool, but I did have standards, as low as they might be.

I had a couple of friends with benefits.

Jill

One night, I met three girls at a bar; all were my age, and they were nurses with three-year degrees. I dated all three of them-- Sue, Rose, and Jill, but settled on Jill. She was a virgin and was a plain-Jane-pretty-type girl, was new to sex, but caught on really fast-- and loved to make love. We dated for a year. I proposed. Life seemed good.

Marriage

When we were twenty-two, we got married, and both sets of parents pushed us into a prenup. Hell, I didn't care, I was 'in love', and so was she. So we both signed. We had a great start to our marriage. We would go camping and spend the whole time fucking, sucking and naked! Our summer vacations were spent camping in the Rockies.

Teaching

That year, I started teaching seventh and eighth grade math, and I enjoyed teaching. I was liked by my students, and they strived to do well for me. Many were tween-agers and teenagers. At this age, girls were blossoming, and boys were still playing with trucks in the dirt.

I remember one student, Linda, who was in eighth grade. The poor girl was developing to her chagrin; she looked like twin headlights on a motorcycle. She was teased unmercifully by both boys and girls. Lunchtime was the worst part of her day. I always ate in my classroom, so I told her I needed someone to clean my whiteboards, sometimes grade seventh-grade papers, and just do a little housekeeping in my room.

She seemed to improve mentally and became more sophisticated in her behavior away from the slings and arrows from classmates at lunchtime. I remember after eighth-grade graduation, she ran up to me, dragging her mother, just bubbling, gave me a hug and a sweet, platonic kiss on my cheek, and ran away to chat with friends. Her mother, with tears in her eyes, told me how much my allowing Linda to remove herself from the "mean girls" had helped her, and how she saw what I did for her as the nicest thing she had ever seen a teacher do. Heck, I was just doing what I thought was right.

Jill's Awakening?

The one bad thing about Jill was that I had awakened her inner sexual beast. We finally decided to have a baby.

I was able to satisfy her for two years until she came home one Wednesday night after a 'hospital meeting'. She was a little drunk and I didn't know how she got home without wrecking her car. Since we hadn't had intercourse in a little while because I had been out of town for some teachers' conferences, I stripped her down, and I was primed to go down on her and fuck her.

She loved receiving oral sex and reciprocated with vigor and passion. Just before I was about to go down on her, I saw cum coming out of her pussy. When I asked her what was going on... and after much angry interrogation... she admitted, in her slightly intoxicated state, she had not been at a meeting the whole time, but at a gangbang with five guys-- where she was the only slut!

In her alcohol-aided crying, she said, "I don't know why I did it. Please forgive me?"

If she hadn't been under the influence of alcohol, she might have never have told me. She told me she had a dick in her pussy and one in her ass, while she was sucking a cock! And giving a hand job to the other two guys there. Shit, she never let me have her ass. I had the sense to record what she was telling me.

I slept in the guest room that night.

Divorce?

I filed for divorce the next day. The normal time for a quick divorce is sixty days with prenups. She cried and pleaded with me not to divorce her. She did say it was the only time she had done it, and if she hadn't been drinking, she would have been home when the meeting finished early. She sounded like she was telling the truth about it being the only time.

Counseling

Her lawyer asked the court to order counseling, and I agreed to maybe speed things up.

After four weeks, and two to three heavy counseling sessions a week and no sex, I almost thought I could forgive her. She even sorta suggested I could have a 'hall pass' to 'make up' for her indiscretion. I almost thought it would 'even things up', but the counselor and I decided that it would not help. I understood it would be a long, long road if we got back together.

Jill was very fearful that I would then cheat and just leave her behind. The counselor felt that Jill did love me. This had become more a matter of trust than cheating, but not by much. In one of my sessions, the counselor said Jill seemed to be truly repented. The counselor had told her, and then me, it may take time to rebuild trust and bring us back together to a loving relationship. After all, we

had

decided to start our family before it happened, and we should build on that feeling BUT not get pregnant

YET

!

In a move to back up her repentance, her lawyer had her take a lie detector test and asked me to take one, too. The questions were like-- did you ever cheat before? have you cheated since? kind of questions. This would hopefully help with our trust issues. I wanted to be able to trust Jill. I knew if she failed the test, I would never be able to trust her again, but this was going to be the first step in getting back together, if we ever would, or ending it for good.

At the start of the fourth week of counseling, Jill took her test and passed. I was starting to believe that maybe we could learn to trust and respect each other again. I had an appointment to take mine at the end of the fourth week, and I knew I would pass it.

Then the shit hit the fan.

On the Tuesday of the fourth week, she found out she was pregnant

and

had a STD. I went in and got myself tested, and I was clean. That killed any want of mine to get back with her.

Her lawyer moved to delay the divorce proceedings; he was trying to say the child was mine, and the OB-GYN nailed the conception right about the day of the gang bang. The judge delayed the divorce decree until a paternity test could be made postpartum. I knew when we last had sex, it was at least a month before the gangbang.

Almost nine months to the day after the gangbang, she gave birth to a little girl. My DNA was tested, and her little girl's DNA was tested, the results were 'a bat's chance in hell' that I was the father! The percentage was so low that when I rounded it off, it was less than one one-thousandth of a percent chance. She did give her baby my last name; why, I don't know. Her little girl tested negative for any STDs.

The divorce was signed almost before she got out of the hospital. I got the house after a small payoff to her. She got no alimony or child support from me. The recommendations said that she was to pay me alimony because she was making more than me as a nurse; I didn't want it, as that would punish her little girl,

I am not a bastard

.

Of the five guys, she got court orders on four to test their DNA, and she hit pay dirt. The guy who was the baby's daddy was a doctor, a very successful surgeon, but married, and had a kid himself. His wife divorced his ass; she got a lot of child support. My ex sued for, and got, child support just as much as his ex, in the form of a small trust fund and a monthly payment. (I think my ex and his ex used the same lawyer.) Jill went home to mommy and daddy, and they were

NOT

happy.

Through the following years, Jill and I did keep in touch. A couple of times before I remarried, she invited me to come over, but I knew she was just trying to get me back so her little girl would have a father.

We carried on an adult platonic relationship-- birthday cards, Christmas cards, occasional phone calls, etc. Hell, I had loved her at one time. After a couple of years, I forgave her with the help of a good counselor, but I could never be with her ever again. The forgiveness was for me; it released some of my pain.

The Barbecue

It was about three months after the divorce was final; my parents were having a neighborhood barbecue. When I got there, Lisa and Albert were there, among other neighbors, I had a pleasant conversation with them. Lisa and Al's son, John, stopped by with his girlfriend, and left after a short but polite time.

My sister cornered me and told me to wait 'til Kathy got there. "I think she still has a crush on you."