“I would’ve made your first time great, though. At least that way you wouldn’t feel like you had been used.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah. It would’ve been all about you. You probably would’ve wanted to do it a few times after I finished. I don’t talk about it, but before your mother I was quite the ladies’ man.”
I couldn’t keep the skepticism out of my voice. My father was an attractive man and had been really cute in his younger days but because of his current clean cut image, I couldn’t see him out on the prowl. “Really?”
“Chelsea, hon, forgive me for being crass, but there were enough women into me that I could practically fuck two different women every day for a month and never have the same one twice. It’s not enough to have the tool, you have to know how to use it. Every woman that I’ve been with was never satisfied with one time and mourned the day I met your mother.”
“Well I guess it’s a good thing that never happened.” I was slightly stunned by his words. While I knew there were women before my mother, it was out of character hearing him speak about them in this manner.
“If that makes you feel better,” he said lightly. From the twinkle in his eyes I could tell he was back to teasing me. “You’re a virgin. You have no idea how great sex can be. Especially with a guy who’s packing. Sometimes all I’d have to do was whip it out and they’d fall to their knees.”
Feeling he had taken things too far, I rolled my eyes. “Daddy! Now you’re being ridiculous. And disgusting.”
“Maybe. But it’s true.” He gave me a wink that seemed less than paternal and sent shivers through me.
“Whatever. Get out, you dirty old man.”
He laughed and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Come on. Let’s get something to eat.”
Despite how our conversation ended, I felt better and followed him out of the room to have a late breakfast with him. I sat at the table and as he moved around the kitchen, I was surprised to find myself eyeing him. I had innocently watched him a number of times as he did things while not seeing anything except my father. However, that morning, I saw a very attractive man. His body, while not ripped and toned like guys my age, was solid. In a way, the slight softness under his skin accentuated his masculinity. His legs were thick and powerful yet his footfalls were soft as he moved gathering items for a light meal. Standing at the stove, his broad back flexed and shifted with untapped strength. When he bent over to grab something out of the refrigerator, I was taken by the way his ass filled out his shorts. However none of that matched the shock I received when he turned to bring me the quick meal he had prepared.
I was used to seeing him around the house in nothing but boxers and had never thought anything of it. After the conversation in my room, for the first time I noticed the way the thin fabric fell over his crotch. It became even more eye catching when he sat. Resting on the chair there was a noticeable mound between his legs that distended the fabric. And beyond that, just before the end of his shorts, stretched a thick tube that seemed on the verge of peeking out. I don’t remember what we talked about while we ate but I will never forget that meal as being the moment I knew my father was the one.