Kat pulled up to her boyfriend's house, her old silver Camry looked out of place in the street full of large houses and shiny new cars. She gave herself a quick once over in the rearview mirror as she pulled her wavy blonde hair up into a messy bun and ran a finger over the smudged eyeliner framing her grey eyes. Kat took a deep breath before she grabbed her small backpack from the passenger seat and opened the car door. She could almost feel the judgement from the other residents at her beaten up ride, ratty converse sneakers, frayed denim mini skirt and low-cut top.
Feeling like an outsider was nothing new for Kat, the stark contrast between her appearance and the affluent neighbourhood only heightened that sense of not belonging. Her boyfriend Dean somehow managed to effortlessly stumble into luck at every turn, which is how he'd managed to find himself with his current living arrangements. During his work placement at university, Dean had become fast friends with Matt, and it was in his house that Dean was currently residing.
Trudging up to the front door of arguably one of the nicest houses on the street, Kat reached the entrance quickly to find Matt in the doorway. A wicked grin spread across his face showcasing his dimples, his muscular frame filled the space as he towered over her, blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
"What's the password, Kitty Kat?" teased Matt.
Groaning Kat tried to push past him, her slim frame not strong enough to move him so much as an inch. She shot Matt a disapproving glare. "Password? Seriously?" Kat let out an exasperated sigh, and questioned why this man with his relentless teasing bothered her so much.
As Matt stepped aside, allowing her entry, Kat felt her irritation rising, and Matt's smug grin didn't help. Dean appeared from the living room, brushing his sandy brown hair from his forehead, his smile widened as he enveloped Kat in a bear hug. "Hey Babe, glad you could make it," his pale blue eyes lit up with joy as he bent down to give his girlfriend a kiss.
Kat felt some of her tension ease as she returned Dean's kiss. Looking at both men she felt especially small, each of them at 6 foot tall dwarfed her petite 5'3" frame. Dean on the lankier side and Matt much more athletic, a stark contrast between their builds. Matt usually had his choice of the ladies, but Kat saw straight through his 'charm' for the arrogance and cockiness it truly was.
"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds," Matt said with a wink as he disappeared back to his room.
Wrapping her in a bear hug, Dean kissed the top of Kat's head before releasing her to grab her hand and pull her through to the living room. Resisting the tug, Kat's eyes wandered around the house taking in the lavish surroundings, everything spotless and tastefully decorated. She returned her focus to her boyfriend and let him guide her to a plush leather couch.
"Movie?" Dean asked cheerfully, pushing her gently onto the chair as he leant down to give Kat another kiss, deepening it as he lowered himself on top of her.
"Sure," she replied breathlessly. Kat felt slightly uneasy at the thought Matt could re-join them at any time.
The couple paid little attention to the movie that played in the background, focused instead on each other. Dean nuzzled Kat's neck as he pulled her into his lap, his hand slipping under her skirt to grope her tight round ass, his kisses trailing lower until he reached the line of her shirt. Kat panted heavily as she arched her back, her hands running down Dean's shoulders and across his chest. Reaching up with one hand, Dean pulled at Kat's top exposing her firm breasts which sprung easily from the low-cut top.
A loud cough from Matt's room brought Kat back to reality and she quickly covered herself. "Let's go to your room." Groaning at the interruption Dean begrudgingly agreed and carried Kat off to his room.
It was a short distance, however opening the door to Dean's room was like opening a portal to another world. Unlike the rest of the house there was no artful decor or immaculate cleanliness. Piles of clothes, an unmade bed, and video game posters adorning the walls made it clear that this room was Dean's.
Lowering her gently to the bed the pair's lips met with a fiery passion, secure in the privacy of their own space hands roamed freely pushing and pulling at each other in their eagerness. Eyes glowing with need Dean pulled Kat's shirt over her head, briefly admiring the view before he dropped his head to her chest taking her nipple in his mouth, tongue dancing across the top as he sucked gently. Kat moaned lifting her hips towards him in desire. Spreading her legs with his knees Dean wrapped one hand behind her neck while the other ran down the length of her body and between her legs. Pushing aside her panties he slipped a finger insider her, quickly adding further digits as she grew wetter with each pump.
"I want you to be rougher," Kat panted, "Pin me down and take me."
Dean shook his head, "No baby."
"Please," she begged, "At least hold my wrists so I can't move my arms."
Withdrawing his fingers, Dean rocked back on his heels. He looked down at his gorgeous girlfriend, tits out, legs spread with her skirt hiked up to reveal her damp panties. "I can't... but I know something else you'd like."
Trailing kisses down her torso he unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it down along with her thong, exposing her completely. Swirling his tongue quickly over her clit as Kat bucked her hips, he worked to undo his own jeans. He ran his mouth back up her body giving further attention to her nipples. "Roll over," Dean whispered in her ear as he manoeuvred out of his own clothes.
