Chapter 2

I woke up to a waffle iron steaming, a showering running, and 90's grunge band blaring from some long forgotten vinyl. I knew immediately that had overslept. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Eleanor was going to kill me! I looked at my alarm clock and the time was blinking a red 9. Shit, a power surge. I grabbed a pair of shorts and ran into the main room of the loft.

"Dad! Why didn't you wake me up? What time is it? I am so late!" I shouting scrambling for my bag and sketches.

"Whoa, Jen, I called Eleanor and said that you weren't coming in today. " Dad replied pouring more batter into the waffle iron.

"You did WHAT?" I said practically screaming.

"You have been there every single day for the past 2 weeks. You are taking a day off. You're exhausted and way too stressed. You slept 13 hours last night. It's noon right now." He replied motioning the batter spoon towards the battery operated clock on the wall.

"But dad..." I started already knowing it was futile.

"You are taking a day off. That's final. Now here, have a waffle." He smiled and motioned for me to sit down.

I sat down defeated and starving. I was drowning the pile of waffles on my plate with maple syrup when Nate walked out of the bathroom in just a pair of jeans. A towel was draped over his amazingly sculpted shoulders. He smiled when he saw me but knowing dad was here he crossed the room and grabbed a St. Jude tee shirt out of his duffle.

"Nate, waffle?" Dad motioned towards yet another plate full of this breakfast bread.

"Uh, sure." He replied taking the barstool next to mine.

"So I was just telling Jenny that she was taking the day off. You got any plans Nate?" Dad said putting the orange juice, fruit and whipped cream on the counter.

"Well, not really. I was going to buy food that couldn't possibly be turned into waffles, but I wasn't sure if Rufus the waffle-god would be angered by this and smite me with lightening." Nate replied his eyes dancing.

"Alright, I get it. We'll have omelets tomorrow, okay?" He threw up his hands surrendering.

"What are these omelets you speak of? Can they possibly be made from something other than waffle-batter?" I said giving dad shit as well.

Nate turned to me and laughed. He white teeth and perfectly formed lips let loose a gorgeous sound that God himself couldn't have made better. I realized I was staring.

"Fine you two, I just won't cook ever again and we'll order takeout." Dad said as Dan walked through the front door.

"Did dad suggest other kinds of food?" Dan said feigning surprise. He walked over to dad and put his hand on dad's forehead. "Are you sick?"

"Alright fine, I'm leaving. I'll be at the gallery if you need anything."

Dan set three plastic bags down on the counter and began pulling out styrofoam take-out containers.

"Alright, I have pierogis, cheese covered fries, a meatball sub, egg rolls and 3 bean and guacamole burritos." Dan said laying them all out.

"Damn dude, did you go to all of our favorite food stands?" Nate said stealing the meatball sub and a burrito.

"Well, even I get sick of the only thing dad can cook." He said scooting the fries my way.

I smiled, munching on the dairy and potato concoction. I had the whole day to myself. I could finish that sketch, make out with Nate go shopping for new material, make out Nate, hang out with Vanessa, make out with Nate...

Dan interrupted my obsessive line of thinking.

"Well I'm headed to the bookstore... You two need anything?" He said scarfing an egg roll, a pierogi, and grabbing a foil-wrapped burrito.

"No I'm good... I'll probably go out later." Nate replied.

I shook my head and Dan scooted out the door. I started towards the bathroom when Nate caught my arm.

"And where do you think you're going?" He said smirking, my heart pounding.

"Just to the shower." I replied lamely.

"Not before I get to do this." He pulled me to his chest and kissed my mouth. Nothing mattered at the second but him and I. I wrapped my arms around his neck and completely surrendered to his kiss. This earth-shattering kiss was only broken by the need to breath.

He stood up and pulled me with him, grabbing my ass. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me even harder, his hands still resting on my ass.

It wasn't long before I could feel his erection. It was a scary feeling, an exciting feeling, and a dirty feeling all at the same time. I'm sure he knew I was a virgin. I had never had any guy react this way to me before, and it was exciting to know that he thought I was sexy. But it was scary because I knew I wasn't ready to give it away just yet.

I could have stayed there and kissed him all day. All to soon he returned me to the floor.

"Now you can go shower." He said breathlessly in my ear.

Dazed I walked to the bathroom. Oh my god, oh my fucking god. He was so hot! I was more turned on at that moment then I had ever been in my life.

I turned the water on high and let it flow over me. I let my hands wander over my body, and down towards my vag. I had only done this once before, and once I started again I remembered how good it felt. Man, I should do this more often. I began flicking my clit with my fingers, oh that felt amazing. I let out a low moan. It felt so good. I did it a littler faster, it felt even better. I soon decided to experiment by putting a finger up my pussy. That felt so good I couldn't control the scream that came out. I could care less if Nate was listening or not, I began pumping my fingers in and out and in and out of my pussy. I was moaning so loud I was sure that Nate had to hear. I finally hit my climax and collapsed to the shower floor...

Fuck I wanted him... I couldn't believe how much I wanted him.