Hallelujah, Lock and Load

"What's this game called again?" Kat asked looking less than amused.

"It's a role playing thingy."

"Um, that's not really the most catchy title."

"I don't think it's supposed to be."

"I still don't get the point of this."

"You will when we start playing."


Kat released a huge sigh and started shoving the chips in her mouth. I watched her carefully as she attempted to open a bag of cheetos. She began to curse under her breath to the bag and eventually gave up and threw it onto the floor.

"Has the game started yet?"

"No. Mikey, you start."

"Alright. Kat. You're walking in a forest alone-"

"I would never walk in a forest alone. That's just stupid."

"It's role playing."

"Fine. Continue oh, great role playing God."

I smiled wryly and joked "He is the role playing master."

"I'm the hopscotch master!" Kat wailed like a kid trying to prove themselves to their parents.

"Well thank God for that. Ok. You're walking in a forest alone and then suddenly an old man jumps out from nowhere and points a finger at you, right in your face. What do you do?"

Mikey's finger was now shoved in Kat's face. She raised an eyebrow and smiled. Then, she placed her head in her hands and made noises that sounded like she was crying. I jumped to her side and placed an arm around her waist.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know this game would upset you." I whispered quietly in her ear.

"What?" She revealed her face which was now bright red with a smile splattered over it. "I can't believe this is seriously what you guys do all day. Sit in your basement and, I'm not even sure what that was. I always knew you were losers, especially you Mikey-"

"Hey!"

"But this is extreme."

"This isn't all we do! We play D&D too." Mikey said over defensively.


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Kat's right eye twitched as I told her. Everything. She could never handle anything serious. She was numb ever since her childhood. She didn't want to be haunted anymore so she just made herself not care.

"Why?" she cracked out.

"Where do I start?"

Her shoulders rose and fell. I took her hands into mine. She willingly moved towards me as I pulled her closer.

"Start at the beginning." she mumbled out from the bottom of my neck. She nuzzled me slightly and I innocently moaned.

"I don't know why I love you. All I know is that I always have." With that she placed her lips delicately onto mine. Her tongue slid across the line where my lips meet. I parted them, allowing her entrance. I lifted her, placing her legs around my waist. I carried her into my bedroom and gently let her down.

She pulled my shirt off slowly, running her fingers along my skin. I shivered and brought her closer to my body. For the first time I held her. Not hugged, held her. I slid my hands up under her shirt, then under her bra. Her nipple hardened as soon as I touched it.

"Fuck me." she moaned into my mouth as I kissed her.

"I'm not going to fuck you, I'm going to make love to you. Get it right."

She laughed softly. I pulled her shirt above her head while unintentionally staring at her body. She sat up to make unhinging her bra easier. She knew I was inexperienced. She knew girls never liked me. I knew guys always loved her but were too scared of her to tell her.

Her hand slipped down into my pants. She tickled the hair down there lightly before grasping my penis.

"Ah, shit."

Her skin skidded across mine. The touch of her hand caused me to flinch slightly.

"Oh, fuck!"

Her tongue danced within the space of my mouth in perfect rhythm with the movements of her hand. I felt the end near.

"Oh, man are you good at this!"

"Gerard! Are you done in there? I kinda have to go."

My eyes shot open. I was in my bathroom at the end of my "date" with Chelsea. I couldn't believe myself. I was fantasizing about Kat while on a date with Chelsea.

"Uh, yeah. Just a minute."

I released my own grasp on my penis and reached for the toilet paper. I wiped my hands clean. I never understood why my fantasies where always romantic.