Samantha lays flat on her back staring up at the ceiling, beside her lays Jack with his head sunken into his navy blue pillow, facing away from his girlfriend snoring away.
Samantha was sick of the sound of snoring and sat herself up looking over her sad excuse for a boyfriend as she ties her hair up into a messy bun and grabs one of Jack's discarded hoodies on the floor and a pair of her white ankle socks.
She slips the hoodie over her bare chest and it reaches just to the thigh line of her loose grey sweatshorts she fell asleep in.
The couple, both eighteen, had been together for three months and usually spent every night going at it like animals, but the last week Jack has been too tired with his new job to perform and Sam would be lucky if he went as far as squeezing her tits.
Tired from lack of sleep Samantha rubs her eye and heads out of the bedroom, stepping over the minefield of wires, clothes, and god knows what else is living on Jack's messy floor.
She makes her way to the landing before placing a hand on the bannister and half running half skipping down the stairs, landing on the ground laminate lounge floor with a soft thump.
A face appears above the back of a grey couch just feet away and a man sits himself up with an arm resting on the top of the couch.
"Good morning Mr. Carter." Samantha smiles playing with the hem of Jack's hoodie.
"I've told you Samantha call me Nate," Jack's father smiles as he looks over the young woman in front of him. "What are you doing up so early? It's only six!" He asks with a gentle smile.
Jack's dad is only thirty-four, but the way he acts you'd be easily misled into thinking he was at least ten years older. He carries himself like a true daddy, he has a soft face, a little bit of stubble from not fully caring about his appearance. He's not muscular by any means, he's squidgy in all the right places with a proper Dad Bod. He's lounging on the sofa with a grey top, grey sweatpants and black socks with a hole on the heel of one foot and one on the big toe of his other. He's naturally attractive and even more so because he doesn't realise it. He could get any man he wanted, but since his husband left him and Jack five years ago for a college student he's not been on the dating game.
Samantha finds Nate extremely attractive, just looking at him is making her pussy wet and that's why she's pushing the bottom of the hoodie down over her shorts, to hide the growing wet patch underneath.
"I couldn't sleep," she starts. "Your son snores like a foghorn!"
Nate laughs at this and stretches his arms before patting his knees and standing up from the sofa.
"Takes after his old man," he laughs. "Would you like a drink?"
Samantha nods shyly, one hand grabbing the hoodie and the other holding her wrist firmly.
Nate strides a few feet towards the open kitchen and opens a cupboard to pull out a glass before opening the fridge and grabbing a carton of fresh orange juice.
Samantha slowly walks towards him before he pours the glass and offers it out to her. She smiles and does a little jog towards him and takes the glass, sips it and holds it in both her hands.
Samantha can see how tall Nate is now, he's nothing too extraordinary at only five foot nine, but compared to her five foot three he may as well be a giant. She can see where Jack gets his good looks from and she has to look away to avoid looking at him for too long so as not to make things awkward.
Nate leans against the counter, crosses his arms and one of his legs over the other, his exposed big toe touching the floor as his heel rests against a cupboard.
"Are you sure there's nothing else bothering you?" He asks with a warm smile.
Samantha looks deeply into her juice without saying a word.
"You can tell me anything Sam, I know he's my son, but if he's not treating you right, you can tell me and I'll sort him out."
Samantha looks up at Nate, her cheeks blushing just a little.
"He's great," she whispers before clearing her throat "he's really great, I think I'm falling in love with him."
Nate smiles, but raises an eyebrow "I'm sensing a but?"
"The last few nights," she begins "he hasn't touched me, we've kissed, but he hasn't you know? We haven't... fucked!"
Nate blinks several times before uncrossing his arms and tapping his fingers on the counter. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't this.
"I... uh," he runs a hand through his hair. "Not really sure what to say to that."
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" She cries out looking away gritting her teeth.
"No, no it's okay!" Nate holds his hands out approaching Samantha cautiously. "You needed to get it off your chest and like I said I'm here to listen."
He stands less than a foot away, one hand on the counter beside her looking down directly at her with a smile that could melt butter.
"It's just," she places her juice down and waves her hands in the air in frustration. "We used to do it every night, but since getting this new job, he's been too tired."
