Brandon

I can't stop thinking about Lizzie last night, damn it, I really wanted to fuck her hard but I couldn't not with her folks downstairs. I mean I had a few condoms with me but when I was up in her room, I just couldn't go all the way. Man, her folks are like my second folks. It just didn't sit well.

She is at class today but will finish early. I've spoken with her folks and we're going to take the jet to Mexico tonight. It's a surprise for her, and I cannot wait to take my baby away for a few days. Just the two of us. Dad is giving us his cabana on the beachfront for a few days, four days of bliss with my Lizzie-Baby where I can take my time with her. It's huge, it's monumental. Me, I am going to burst her virginity and am I nervous? Absofuckinglutely, I am.

I'm not going to lie, it won't be the first time but this is different this is Lizzie. My best friend in the entire universe, the girl I have so much respect and love for. My heart flutters just thinking about her and I cannot wait to spend four divine days with her. I wonder if we'll even get out of bed.

I want to fuck her everywhere, in the shower, on the beach as the sun gazes down at us, in the water with waves lapping around us, in the huge bed that my folks have at the cabana, in the moonlight under the twinkling stars above. Wait, I need to get some shit organized.

Stopping daydreaming about my baby is a good thing since my dick is sore from pressing against my pants. I grab my mobile and buzz my dad. He's already at the office but I need Geoff's number. He's our go2 guy for getting anything done and I want her stay with me in Mexico to be perfect with a capital P.

"Hey son, what's up?" Dad answers.

"Sorry to disturb you in the office, Pop."

"Don't be daft. If I can't take a call from my own son, then there's trouble. You know your mom and you will always come first, right?"

"Sure thing." It's true, he always puts us before business. Even when he's traveling, Dad will call and FaceTime with us on a daily basis. Most of the time I miss it since I'm either at practice, in the gym, or with Lizzie. Then there was the time my mother was throwing a benefit for the children's hospice in our town and the guest speaker couldn't make it due to a family emergency. People had paid good money for the keynote speaker to present on the role of being an entrepreneur, what it entails, and how to go about it. You know, that kind of stuff.

Mom called Dad, and I swear, he literally dropped everything to come and be her keynote speaker. It doesn't hurt that my old man is a billionaire who started from the bottom, and the ladies love him. Dad is tall, dark, and extremely good looking. He has arresting green eyes, and with his Irish brogue, he sends them into a state. It's amusing, but my mom doesn't mind. He's her husband. She is the woman he will always come home to, and she is his princess. It's corny, but that is his nickname for her. Okay, it's cute. I mean, after all, I do call Lizzie my Lizziey Baby and baby.

"What do you need?" Like my dad knows me so well. If I call him it is usually because I need something.

"Can I have Geoff's number please. I thought I had it saved in my phone but I don't. I'd like to organize some flowers and fruit in the cabana for Lizzie and I'm thinking we could have a dinner on the beach you know to candlelight." Too much you think? Nah, it's for the girl of my dreams, the girl I have been in love with ever since I laid eyes on her and was blown away by her exuberance, her uppity personality and that mind on hers. She is going to go far my dream girl.

"Of course, hold on a second. Wait, I'll just send it over to you and let him know to expect your message or call. Anything else?"

"No, Sir." I'm sitting on my bed looking at a photo of Lizzie and I when we were about eight or nine, both on horses. It was taken at my folks ranch in Idaho. She looks cute with braids, a straw sun hat and a pink polka dot blouse and black leggings. I think I already knew then I loved her. Our horses are side by side, hers jet black and mine a brown and tan. We're holding hands as we sit close to each other and the smiles on our faces could easily light up a football field.

"A dinner eh? Like a romantic dinner?" Dad says and brings me out of my reverie. I cough and move about on my bed. I think I may have just given the game away and sneaking around will be out of the question if our folks find out we're dating. Besides, we wanted to tell them together. Eventually, that is.

"Nah, just you know. She's worked real hard all year and hasn't time for dating or anything. I kinda thought I could surprise her with a candlelit meal on the beach, maybe a violin player. You know how much she likes all that kind of thing."

"Right," Dad says not convinced the way I'm playing it down. I guess he already knows but I wait to see if he says anything further. He doesn't not on that topic anyways. "Just be safe and careful, Son whatever you guys get up to. We trust you but remember you have your whole future in front of both of you." If that isn't a bit embarrassing I don't know what is. I can feel my face flushing and squirm. Oo yuck, did my dad have a mini birds and the bees conversation with me?