White hot. That was what it was like the first couple of years with Kelly. So hot that if you stood too close to her and I you'd get third degree burns.
We met at a summer party during my junior year in college. I had stayed on campus during the summer to redo a chemistry lab class I'd gotten a 'C' in. Kelly had just finished her second year and was trying to get a couple of classes' ahead. She was going for her nursing degree and wanted to take her last math classes in the summer where the competition wasn't as severe.
Needless to say, there weren't too many people at the party, hell there weren't too many people left on campus. This was summer vacation, a time to let lose and party, well for most students anyway.
The first time I laid eyes on her, she was standing against a back wall swaying to the beat of the music, a glass of wine in hand. With so few women at the party she must have gotten hit on ten times before I even made my way over to her. I stood close to her, about three feet away, and waited for the music to stop. Sipping on a draft beer I looked over as another potential suitor made his way towards her. Before he could get three words out of his mouth I spoke up.
"Dude, it's not cool to hit on my girl especially with me standing right here; I'd appreciate it if you backed off before it gets ugly."
He looked at me, then Kelly and quickly moved away. Hell, he out weighed me by at least thirty pounds and could have easily kicked my butt, but the unwritten rule in our group was that you didn't mess with another guy's girl. I didn't say a word, or even look her way at this point but just stood there as the music started again. After about ten minutes I figured that I had to either say something or find a way to leave with my ego still intact. Considering every line I'd ever used, over the last three years, I went for broke.
"Well, you want to get married or not?"
"Excuse me?"
"Do you want to get married now or do you wanted to wait until we know each other a little better? Personally, I think we should do it now, because we'd save a ton of money living together instead of supporting two house holds."
All right it probably was one of the stupidest lines she'd ever heard and as cute as she was, she'd probably heard them all.
"I guess you're right, we would save a lot of money moving in together," Kelly replied. "A friend of mine is a notary and I guess if we can get her sober enough we can have this all done by tomorrow morning. However my dorm lease is already paid for through fall semester, so you'll have to move in with my roommate and me. I hope you don't mind sleeping together in a twin bed and aren't shy making love with an audience, but all in all I think this could work. I just have one little question and it's really not even that that important, but when I call mom tonight and tell her we're on our honeymoon, she'll probably want to know at least your first name."
"Steve Moore," I replied. "But she can just call me son."
We both looked at one another and started to laugh at the same time. I guess it probably wouldn't have been as funny if we were both stone sober but neither one of us was even close at this point.
We talked the rest of the night and by the time I walked her back to her dorm we were walking hand in hand. I kissed her at the main entrance to her dorm as men weren't allowed pass that door and there was always a dorm mother there to make sure none sneaked in.
"Since we're engaged, you better wear my ring so everyone will realize you're spoken for," I said taking off my blue sapphire pinky ring and putting it on her finger. "There now it's official," I said grabbing another kiss.
I got her cell number, her room number and said I'd talk with her tomorrow to make plans. Walking back, I realized I didn't even know her last name, I guess I wasn't as smooth as I thought. Hell, I wasn't even sure if Kelly was even her real first name. I may have just given my ring to a girl I may never see again; can you say stupid?
At 10:30 Sunday morning I was at the dorm front desk with two cups of coffee and breakfast. The dorm mother rang her room and told her that she had a guest down stairs who had breakfast with him. In less than ten minutes a smiling Kelly came bounding down the stairs.
"I'm starved," she said looking in the bag I'd brought. "I hope you brought cream and sugar, because I don't drink black coffee."
"Note number one, no black coffee; anything else?"
"Eggs aren't my favorite but I'd kill for Belgian waffles with vanilla ice cream on top."
"Note number two, put waffle iron on gift registry. Anything else?" I asked.
"I guess the rest we'll just have to play by ear," she said smiling.
That is the way it all began. We were an item after that Sunday morning breakfast. She said Saturday didn't count because it hadn't been an actual date from the start even though I'd given her a ring. We spent the day talking, getting to know one another and doing a lot of kissing. We were both Catholic and even though I wasn't a practicing one, she was. Her parents were very religious and there would be no moving in with each other; that is until we got married. She wasn't on the pill and had only been with two guys, both of which sucked in bed and hadn't rung her chimes.
I walked Kelly back to her dorm about three thirty when she said that she had homework to finish and a test to study for. We made out for about ten minutes more and I walked back to my empty dorm room with a raging hard on. I didn't have a roommate so after a little hand action, with lotion, I could at least do a little studying of my own.
For the next two months, we were joined at the hip. You all know that annoying couple that can't keep their hands off one another, the ones that you just want to say 'get a room,' well that was us. We had only gone to second base and I wanted to slide into home, but Kelly was guarding home plate as though it was the Holy Grail. I found out she really wasn't a blonde when she didn't color her hair after the summer, and although she was only about 5'3" she liked to wear two inch heels so she could kiss me without straining her neck; I was only 5'10" myself. From what I could tell through touching only and without seeing her nude, she was probably a 34B and had a rock hard booty. Even with only a little finger action, I knew she had a full bush and was awful tight.
After three and a half months I didn't know how long I could hold out. After a night of kitty shit, as I liked to call it, me and my blue balls would go back to my dorm room for a little manual relief. I was going to church with Kelly and both of our parents knew we were dating.
"Steve must really like this girl if he's going to church with her," my mom told my dad one weekend when they came up to visit me. "He hasn't seen the inside of one for years; Doug, we may have a new daughter-in-law if this keeps up," she told her husband.
We split the holidays between our two families. We spent Christmas with her family in Ames, Iowa and New Years with mine in Minneapolis. We slept in separate bedrooms at her parent's house but ended up in the same bedroom at my parent's house, though in separate beds. There wasn't going to be any fooling around in either house if they had any say in it.
