Maddie's Taboo College Stories - Chapter 1: My Stepdad the DILF
by Skylar Reyes
Author’s note: This is the first chapter in my new series, Maddie’s Taboo College Stories.
Chapter 1: My Stepdad the DILF
I pulled Bree’s weekender bag out from under her bed and tossed it on top, watching her frantically search through her closet for the perfect outfit to pack. This was her third time returning home since school started. Her family lived in suburban Atlanta, barely an hour away, but she treated every trip like she was preparing for Fashion Week.
“So you’re absolutely sure it’s cool?” I asked, perching on the edge of my desk. “Derek sleeping in your bed while you’re gone?”
Bree emerged from the closet, holding up a light-blue top and a pink one. “Which one looks cuter?”
“The pink one. And you didn’t answer my question.”
She shrugged, tossing the rejected top onto a growing pile of laundry in the corner of the closet. “It’s fine, but won’t it be weird though? Him sleeping in the same room as you?”
My stomach did a small flip. I’d been trying not to think about that particular detail. “No? I mean, it’s just Derek.”
“Just Derek.” Bree grinned, abandoning her packing to flop onto her bed. “What does he look like. Show me a picture.”
“You don’t need to—”
“Maddie.” She made grabby hands at my phone. “Come on. I’m letting him sleep in my bed. Least you can do is show me who’s gonna be drooling on my pillows.”
I pulled up my photos, scrolling past campus shots and study group selfies until I found one from last summer. Derek stood in front of his truck, arms crossed over his chest, wearing a faded UGA shirt that stretched across his shoulders. The late afternoon sun caught the silver in his beard, making his blue eyes practically glow.
Bree snatched the phone from my hand. Her eyes went wide.
“Holy shit, Maddie! Your stepdad is a total DILF!”
Heat flooded my face. “What? No, he’s—wait, what’s a DILF?”
“Oh my god.” Bree clutched my phone to her chest. “It means a ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck.’ Your stepdad’s prime real estate. Look at those arms.”
“Give me my phone back.” I reached for it, but she danced away, zooming in on the photo.
“He’s a total silver fox. Do you have any pictures of him without a shirt on?”
I snatched my phone out of her hands. “No, he’s my stepdad for fuck’s sake.”
“Did you ever see him naked? Like, even by accident.”
“Jesus, I grew up with him, Bree,” I said, shoving my phone in my pocket. My face still burned. “He was like a second dad. In fact, he was there for me more than my real dad.” I thought about our relationship. “But, we didn’t always get along. Actually, we used to really hate each other.”
“Really, you used to hate him?”
“Maybe hate is too strong a word.” I grabbed a pair of her jeans from the floor and folded them, cleaning up the room before he arrived. “When my mom married him, I was ten. Total nightmare phase. Blamed him for my parents’ divorce even though they’d split before Mom even met Derek.”
Bree sat cross-legged on her bed, chin in hands, looking genuinely interested. “So what changed?”
“Football.” I smiled despite myself. “UGA football, specifically. I was watching a game one Saturday, and he just... sat down and started explaining plays. Didn’t push, didn’t try to be my dad. Just talked football like I was a regular person.” I shrugged. “Turned out we both cared a lot about it. That’s why he’s coming tomorrow. We’ve been watching games together for years. Now, we’re actually going to one.”
“That’s actually really sweet.” Bree’s expression turned calculating. “So he can stay Sunday night too, and sleep in my bed again.”
I laughed. “He’s leaving right after the game Saturday. And you’ll be back Sunday night.”
“Exactly.” She lifted her eyebrows. “I’ll share my bed with him.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m just horny. Aren’t you? Neither of us has gotten laid yet.” She finally started actually packing, rolling clothes into neat cylinders.
I threw her hairbrush at her, which I had just picked up off the floor.
“Ouch. That hurt, you bitch. So are you nervous? About him visiting?”
The question caught me off guard. I sat on my bed, pulling my knees to my chest. “Kind of? It’s the first time we’ll be alone together since I left for college. No mom, just... us. But I’m looking forward to seeing him. I miss him more than I thought I would.”
“What about your mom?” Bree zipped her bag closed, finally packed. “Miss her too?”
I picked at a loose thread on my comforter. “Not really. We don’t... we’ve never been that close. She’s always working, always has some conference or project. Half the time growing up, it felt like he raised me more than she did.”
Bree gave me a long look, something almost knowing in her eyes. But all she said was, “Well, have fun tomorrow. And tell him he’s welcome in my bed anytime.”
I threw my pillow at her, but I was smiling.