Kat's dorm

[kat]

[Dallas Kennedy]

Dallas hadn't seen Kat for nearly a week and honestly, he didn't like it. It was nice of course, just being by himself, but he missed her too much. Now that school had started back up, he was looking forward to being able to see her more often, and better yet, she wanted him to come to her dorm. He quickly showered, and got dressed in something usual, just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He didn't bother taking the time to rid his chin of the trace hints of hair, he was too excited to think about shaving.

Dallas made himself walk to her dorm even if he felt like sprinting for the door. There were other kids in the lounge which stopped him from doing so seeing he didn't want to look like a crazy man on meth or something. He saw a few familiar faces and gave them a warming gesture or a wave. He didn't bother stopping to talk or anything, he didn't have the time or patience to deal with stupid people clogging up his pathway.

When he finally reached her door, Dallas made himself be polite and knock even though he knew that Kat wouldn't care if he just walked in. The thought slipped in his mind that maybe she was getting dressed and it would just be rude to walk in and be all 'DAMN GIRL'. The idea tickled him but he was quick to knock the smirk from his face as he waited impatiently.

[kat]

Kat couldn't wait to see Dallas. Having somehow made it through the previous year and the entire summer, she was crazy about him. Her heart skipped a beat when she got his text, and she was glad he as coming over. A week without him was just too much.

When she heard the knock at the door, she didn't bother to contain herself. She flung open the door and pulled him into her bedroom, kissing him hard on the lips. As usual, she was just in a sports bra and shorts, but he had to be used to her not wearing very much since she practically lived in her bathing suit during the summer. This was actually the most clothes he'd seen her in since May.
It was a wonder he hadn't honestly tried to sleep with her yet. He'd tried a few moves, but she was surprised he hadn't tried to pressure her. Kissing him now and feeling the fire between mouths, it made her just want to throw him on the bed and have her way with him.

But she didn't. She pulled away and smiled at him, slightly out of breath. "Hi," she wrapped her arms around his neck and played with the hair there.

[Dallas Kennedy]

He hadn't even gotten the chance to say hi before she was pulling him inside the room and kissing him. Clearly, she had missed him as much or maybe even more heat than he had missed her. It was only a week, but his parents had wanted him to stay with them and socialize seeing they hadn't seen their son in months and had barely even heard from him. He just kind of fended for himself nowadays and he was okay with that.

He kissed her back with an equal amount of force. It wasn't even weird that she hardly wore real clothes and he was so used to it that he didn't think anything of it anymore. Dallas had let his hand slide to the small of her back and that was about the time she pulled away. He didn't want her to stop. He didn't want her to pull away from him, but her face and the way she played with the back of his damp hair calmed his excitement. "Hi, Kit-Kat." He smiled and planted a small kiss on her nose. "What do you want to do today?"

[kat]

You.

Kat shrugged, keeping her inner thoughts to herself. "Anything, I'm just over here being your overly attached girlfriend because I couldn't see you for a week." She let go of him and walked over to the bed, patting it next to her so he knew she wanted him to follow. She leaned back against the wall and looked at him.
"In for another year of waking up early and learning absolutely nothing." It wasn't that Kat hated school. She actually excelled in her classes. She just didn't like admitting that, and it was always easier to complain about something.

Ooc: bdijhd I suck I'm sorry D:

[Dallas Kennedy]

He smiled when she patted the bed and like a lost puppy, quickly jumped to her side. "Yeah my parents literally wouldn't let me leave their house. I'm pretty sure I lost some of my sanity." Dallas laughed, which probably made him seem like he was serious.. whoops. He played it off though by pushing her back on the bed with a kiss. "Can you handle a crazed boyfriend that's been locked up?" He joked, climbing on top of her to pin her down.

He almost wished that she would just rip his clothes off and let him have crazy wild animal sex with her , but she still refused him so he didn't pressure her. It was difficult to do, seeing as it went from an almost daily thing to now.. nothing but himself in months. Dallas felt like slamming his head into the wall for having these thoughts now, sitting across her waist and looking at her with that look. Stupid brain.

He chuckled under his breath and leaned down to kiss her. "Me thinks.. you're a little crazy too." Dallas smiled, trying to distract himself.

[kat]

Kat wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her, "Absolutely mad." She kissed him again, exploring his mouth with her tongue.
She could stay like this for hours, just kissing him. It wasn't that she didn't want to have sex with him - she did. It just hadn't happened yet. She wasn't going to rip off his pants, and she appreciated the fact that he wasn't trying to force her. She knew though that if he were to go for it now, she probably wouldn't stop him. Except...

She pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him, "Hey, baby? Just for kicks...how many people have you slept with?" In order to keep him from getting weirded out, she found herself slowly sliding her fingers under his shirt and tickelling his belly. Depending on how he wanted to answer that (and if he had protection on him) Dallas might be done with the blue balls for a while.

[Dallas Kennedy]

Her pulling him in closer like that and their tongues being the closest of friends nearly pushed him over the edge. He wanted nothing more right now than to just tear their clothes off and go buck wild. Alas, he decided against the act even though the vision in his head was more than entertaining. Dallas let his fingers roam up and down her side until she pulled away.

He looked at her, confused for a moment. What did she just ask? Hadn't he told her before? Now that he was thinking about it, they never talked on the subject.. ever. Dallas tried to remember every face and count them, but did he want to tell her? Twelve wasn't that bad, unless you were actually saying it aloud to your girlfriend laying under you. "Mm.." He groaned as he bit his lip as he seriously contemplated about lying to her.

He huffed and played with the end of her hair and reluctantly started to answer her, "I don't know.. like.. uhg," Dallas sat up to the best of his ability, seeing her chokehold around him. "I think twelve." It sounded almost as bad, if not worse than he had thought it would. He was just waiting for her to push him off and make him leave.. well, all the other times he had thought that she did the exact opposite.

[kat]

Kat was actually surprised that it wasn't more. Of course, twelve wasn't that bad. Kegan had like quadruple that by the time she slept with him, and Jimmy had only been with seven, but there was no telling how many time that bastard cheated on her. Not that she really cared, but...

"Hmm..." She pursed her lips, thinking over what to say next. He seemed to be expecting the worst, but she didn't think it was that big of a deal. Besides, what did his past really matter to her anyway? As long as she was the only one he was sleeping with now, it was just a number.

She shrugged — and awkward movement since she was laying under him — and leaned forward to kiss him, "Okay."
Re-wrapping her legs around his waist, she started kissing him like before, only this time her hands went from his belly to his belt buckle. Clearly she wasn't going to force him if he didn't want to but...well, she didn't think that was really going to happen at this point. Poor thing hadn't gotten any since February. And finally, she was ready to give up the fight.

[Dallas Kennedy]

Okay? Just.. okay? It was as easy as that? Dallas did a little victory dance inside his head and then realized that he hadn't replied. He was just sitting on top of her, probably cutting her circulation and air flow off, and he probably looked a little funny with the awkward way he was holding himself up by his fists in the bed. He also let go of her comforter that he had unknowingly grasped at some point.

He was so caught up in her kiss that her tightening her legs around him against nearly startled him. Dallas refused to let go of her mouth, but he couldn't fight the urge to bite something when she trailed her fingers down and started to pull at his longhorn belt buckle. The one day.. the one day Kat decides she's ready, he has to wear the most complicated, big honking buckle. It hadn't even occurred to him to make her stop.

He heard and felt his zipper being undone and he hesitated for a moment before slipping his hand underneath her sports bra. What the hell was wrong with him? It was like his groove had been thrown off and stomped on and then suddenly handed back to him. Could a six month dry spell really have knocked him off like this? Dallas shook the thought from his mind as he dropped his hips lower to grind them against hers and wished their clothes were off already. It had been too damn long and he had such bad sexual frustration build up it was kind of miserable.

He went to pull her shorts down, but as soon as his fingers touched the top of them he stopped. "Kit-Kat?" Dallas asked so innocently. He removed his hands from wherever they might have landed, and kissed at her collar bone and neck before looking at her. The words were so hard to admit even before he said them. "I.. we can't." The fuck? Did he really just turn down sex with his extremely hot Latina girlfriend? Was he fucking crazy? "I mean, I seriously want to.. so unbelievably bad," He paused for a second, "Just.. We've waited this long.." I just want it to be special. He thought to himself. "I'm guess what I'm saying is that I want us to remember it."