Picture Perfect

she’d kissed. The girl knew how to use her tongue that was for damn sure. I’d had to restrain myself from begging her to lick me all over. I let out a moan when I imagined her hot little mouth tonguing my cock. Just the image alone made me work myself harder, my shaft glistening under the water as my fist shuttled up and down at a frenetic pace. I gripped harder as I pulled faster, and when I went over the edge, I came with her name on my lips.
    I climbed into bed still filled with thoughts of her, and I dreamt of her that night. I was up by eight in the morning. I knew that my dad would be home and awake, so after throwing on some clothes, I drove to his house. Whoever said that you couldn’t go home again didn’t have a great relationship with their family. The house I live in is a cube, but my father’s house has always been my home.
    Walking through the kitchen door unannounced, I found my dad standing at the counter making what was probably his third or fourth cup of coffee of the morning. I used to hound him about it mercilessly because I was really concerned about the amount of caffeine he consumed, but once he’d gotten his beloved Keurig, he’d taken to alternating between decaf and caffeinated. It was a small change, but it made me feel better.
    Anyone who has ever lost a parent knows the anxiety of worrying about the one that’s left. It never really goes away. It would be easier if I had brothers and sisters, but sadly, I don’t. It’s always been just my dad and me since my mom died. When I’m on the road, it’s my dad that I miss the most. He’s young, only fifty-one, and I often wish he’d get married again. At least that would give me the feeling that he had someone to look after him.
    He smiled at me when I came through the door, walking over to give me a hug. “This is a pleasant surprise son. It’s been a few weeks since you came over for breakfast. I’m about to make omelets and toast. You want some?”
    “You don’t even have to ask dad. Of course I want one of your omelets. Make it a double. I’m starving.”
    My dad’s omelets are up at the top of the list of my favorite things to eat. When I was a kid we used to do breakfast for dinner once a month, and it was always a favorite. Cole and his parent’s would join in and bring his moms banana peanut butter pancakes. Those nights were the best.
    Grabbing some tomatoes and mushrooms from the fridge, I set to chopping them as he took out a ham steak and started cooking it up. My mouth was already watering. Once I was finished chopping I stood by the stove and watched my dad finish cooking the ham.
    Glancing over, he raised an eyebrow at me. “Alright Flynn, you’re fidgeting. What’s going on?”
    Leave it to my dad to pick up on the fact that I was keyed up about something. Smiling at him I blurted out, “I met a girl. No, wait… that’s not descriptive enough. I met a girl that I really, really like. I’m here for advice on how to romance her. She’s different.”
    His head snapped back and his eyes widened as he turned his full attention to me. “Your mother must be hard at work up there to have achieved this miracle. I’ve been praying for this for years. Tell me all about her. Don’t leave anything out.”
    I smiled at the mention of my mom. He’d told me before that when he went to visit the cemetery he always told her to find me someone to love. I normally roll my eyes when he says it, but he’s been adamant about his desire to see me settled down. “I want grandchildren while I’m young enough to be the cool grandfather,” he always says.
    Taking a deep breath, I dove right into explaining Tessa. “She’s beautiful dad, so damn beautiful that she takes my breath away. And guess what? She hate’s my house! Absolutely loathes it. I put her on the spot and asked what she thought of it, and after a minute all she could come up with was that it was big.”
    That got a hearty chuckle from him. “Now that makes me happy. If you liked some woman that thought that place was beautiful, I’d be so disappointed. How did you meet her?”
    Once I started talking, it was like I couldn’t stop and while he was finishing making breakfast I told him every detail of how we’d met. (Okay… not every detail… I did conveniently forget to mention that we’d both admitted to masturbating to each other’s photos)
    Plating our food, we headed into the breakfast nook before taking seats. “She sounds delightful