Roller Coaster Ride

Roller Coaster Ride

Chapter 7: Sweet Beginnings

Reverie

The sun, or maybe my internal clock, brought me to a stage of semi-consciousness soon after sunup. I let my mind drift back to 'The Beginning of Tim and Katy': my one year at Texas State. That was an innocent, optimistic, and exciting time; a time that, unfortunately, lulled me into the trusting state for which I'm now paying a high price.

Being one of the team captains, I saw Katy in the Strutters dance team lineup each week when we preceded the team out for the coin flip, but they are so made up they look like china dolls. They have to, so you can see their features from their line the middle of the field while watching from the bleachers, but, as rule, I'm not a fan of women wearing a lot of makeup.

Of course, I had also seen her around campus, in her short little dresses, and at the river in her bikinis, but always with an entourage of other beautiful women/girls and lusting men. We had never spoken, and to me she was simply among the shiniest of the many shiny young women beautifying the campus.

When she sashayed into the cafeteria on a Thursday in October, however, I certainly noticed her. She and a group of her teammates made a grand entrance, led by Judy, a luscious red head who was dating another senior captain.

I had just taken a seat at a large round table with three teammates when the bevy of beauties arrived. They all looked gorgeous, but the blonde who came in last captured and held my attention. She was wearing sandals, white short shorts, and a gold zip-up hoody. After a careful examination as she walked across the cafeteria to the food line, I tentatively classified her as being as close to a 10 as I'd seen in person.

Wavy honey-blonde hair that looked slightly disheveled, emerald green eyes, a peaches and cream complexion that maintained a slight tan in October, the shapeliest legs I could imagine, and a body any swimsuit model would kill for.

They each got a tray; Judy led them to the training table where we were sitting, and they took up the rest of the seats as if they owned the joint. The 5'7" blonde goddess sat down directly across from me, focused her killer smile directly on me, and said "Hello" in a melodious voice that had the effect of beautiful chimes on my hearing. I froze for moment, looking into those emerald eyes before replying in my deepest, most sensuous voice, "Hello, I'm Tim."

I extended my hand across the table. With a coy smile, she replied, "Oh, I know! Well, actually, we ALL know YOUR name," and reached to shake my hand. I swear sparks arced across when our hands met, as if we had just walked across a shag carpet in cold, dry weather.

Her eyes flashed open widely, and, as we continued our long handshake, she said "Wow! We seem to have an electromagnetic attraction!" The other players laughed at the look of wonder showing on my face, and the girls giggled.

Realizing I was still holding her hand, I released it and asked, "And who are you?"

Judy jumped in before she could answer: "She's Katy Reis, and she tells us she's your future wife. As awestruck as you appeared when you first saw her up close, she could be right!" exclaimed the pretty redhead, whom everyone knew to be a huge tease.

I looked back at Katy Reis, cocked my head, watched her poke Judy and blush, and then said, "My future wife, huh? So, when we apply for the marriage license, what name will you put on the application? Mine will be Timothy Rolf Kelly."

She glared at Judy for another second, turned her attention back toward me, switched the killer smile back on, and answered, "Katherine Marie Reis."

"Well, Katy Marie, I guess there's no use in wasting time since our nuptials are already a forgone conclusion. Would you like to go to the team party with me after the game Saturday?"

Katy gave me a disappointed look and replied, "I'd like to, but I already have a date."

"What?" I replied in a dismayed voice. "You mean you aren't saving yourself for me? You should understand that my betrothed dating other men is a deal breaker! I'm afraid the wedding is off!"

Katy just stared at me, surprised by my teasing but sincere sounding response. Everyone else at the table started laughing, and one of my teammates warned her, "Katy, you need to hear his soliloquy we've heard several times regarding trust being the core of a strong relationship! This is not a man you want to be cheating on... and especially not right after becoming engaged! Ask any of his teammates what happens if he thinks you can't be trusted!"

The guys at the table all loudly agreed, and laughed at her growing discomfort; she looked dazed and confused by the turn of the conversation.

She stared to reply, "But..." when Judy interrupted.

"Katy will be most pleased to be your date after the game! It turns out that Paula's date from A&M cancelled on her, so she's available and would be pleased to cover for Katy, right Paula?"

With raised eyebrows, pretty raven-haired Paula replied, "You want me to go to a party with the rich, good looking student body president, who drives a Mustang convertible? Let me think...well, okay! Yes, I'm willing to sacrifice to help my friend Katy out!"

She turned her face toward me, made it obvious she was checking me out, and added, "Or, Katy can keep her date with Eric, and I'll be Tim's date...what would you prefer, Katy?"

Katy's dazed look began to fade, replaced by one of consternation: she looked at Paula, then at Judy, and asked, "But, what am I going to tell Eric? I don't think I can treat him like that. He's been asking me for ages, and this was going to be our first date."

Judy laughed at her consternation. "Oh, don't worry, Sweetie. He only asked the Ice Princess so she can serve as arm candy; he knows there will be no added benefit other than to enhance his reputation as a ladies man by having a date with you.

"When Paula and I tell him about her unfortunate situation and ask him to be her escort to his fraternity party, he'll be trying to figure out how to tell you! I mean, you're cute and all, but Paula is also Grade A Prime, and no one ever called her an Ice Princess! Plus, he's been trying to get in her panties since we were freshmen! He'll jump at the chance to have arm candy plus the possibility of additional benefits after the party!"

Paula said "Hey! I'm not some kind of slut who has sex on the first date! At least, not usually; however, I might make an exception for a big, good looking, and well-built football player who allegedly has a big hoo-ha."

That made everyone at the table laugh, and Katy turn red. She closed her eyes, shook her head, and then gave a disapproving look to Paula, who only grinned in return.

Katy squared her shoulders, faced me, turned her killer smile back on, and explained, "It appears I have an opening on my social calendar for Saturday night after all. I'd be most pleased to be your date to the team party, if the 'Ice Princess' label didn't scare you off. When will you pick me up?"

"That's the answer I expect from my fiancée! Would it be okay if I picked you up about ninety minutes after the game ends? Where do you live?" I queried.

She told me the name of her dorm, and said she was looking forward to our date Saturday night. I grinned, winked, and warned, "The party will run late, so check out of the dorm for the night. Although I'm just the guy to melt an Ice Princess, I promise I'll honor your virtue on our first date, and get you back unsullied sometime Sunday."

Wash, our best wide receiver, brought the table down with "So... White Lightning meets the Ice Princess! This should be memorable; y'all bring the popcorn!

"As usual, I'll be making book on this one, so give me your date and place your bets before Saturday!"

After the laughter died down, an obviously confused Katy looked at him with a wrinkled brow and asked what he meant by taking bets.

"Sugar, 'Lightnin' here is as hot as lava flowing out of a volcano! You are the renowned Ice Princess, aka Elsa, the Snow Queen, capable of freezing the hottest fire!

"Something has to give when you two get together, and that gives the rest of us the chance to bet on whether ice freezes lava or lava melts ice, and how long it will take before one wins out. So I'll take bets on ice or lava, and on when it will be settled. You know, Saturday night, next Wednesday, the 12 of Never..."

Katy looked horrified: "You mean you are going to bet on how long it takes Tim to.... to screw me? That's disgusting!"

Wash grinned and explained, "Aw, Sugar, I've already made a lot of money off Elsa. It started when you were a freshman and began dating the senior captain of the football team, a man with a batting average of 1000 - before he met you! Everyone bet on him, except me. I've always bet on you, and I've always won, through the brief lifespan of your many boyfriends."

He looked at her, looked at me, and then speculated, "This time, I'm not so sure. The way you look at each other, the way you both jumped when he took your hand, you breaking a date to go out with him...this time I may have to go the other way. Lightnin' here, well, Lightnin' may be beyond your control."

Katy wrinkled her brow and frowned, considering what she'd been told. She looked at me and asked, "What's your batting average?"

I sincerely but playfully answered, "Not all that bad, but certainly not near 1000. My problem is, there are only certain pitches I want to hit; I just let the others fly past, so I strike out without even swinging. I'm gonna be honest, though..." I warned as I looked at her speculatively, "you're going to get my best cut. Not because you're the Ice Princess/ Elsa the Snow Queen, but because you picked me as your future husband and I want to prove you made a good choice."

Turning to Wash and the rest of my teammates at the table, I suggested, "You may want to put some limits on that bet, like ending it on the night we get married. She may hold me off until then, but on our honeymoon, Brother, that ice is going to turn to boiling water!"

Katy turned beet red and even people at other tables joined in the laughter, but I noticed that she had a smirk on her face while she blushed.

***

In a huge upset, Saturday we beat the only undefeated and Top 25 rated team in the conference, and I had a stellar game. I led the team with 16 tackles, had five pass break-ups, and two interceptions, one of which I returned for a touchdown.

I also returned a punt for a touchdown late in the game with our opponent leading by 5 points. That proved to be the game winner after we held them on fourth down at mid-field on their last possession. I was mobbed by teammates after the game, interviewed on the field by reporters, and selected to join the coaches for the post-game interviews.

We weren't a big time, Power 5 School like UT, where I spent my first three years before transferring, but we got coverage out of Austin and San Antonio as well as San Marcos, so the interview room was lively and took longer than expected.

First Date

I rushed back to the dressing room, showered and changed, and then hurried to pick Katy up. In spite of the brouhaha, I was only ten minutes late, so I didn't bother to call until I was nearly there. She met me downstairs wearing skin-tight blue jeans with short boots and a red turtleneck sweater. She looked gorgeous, although I was initially disappointed because I was expecting her usual torturously tempting attire of a short dress that showed off her lovely legs and ass, and exposed a bit of bosom.

The fact that she was carrying her purse and an overnight bag, however, made up for my minor disappointment.

She was lovely to look at, fun to be with, gregarious, but quick to return to my side if we were apart for more than a few minutes. Every guy there took a good long hungry look at her, and every woman gave her at least one envious stare.

The women who didn't know her were standoffish, but those that knew her also knew she wasn't a threat to their men. They included her in their little gossip sessions, or whatever was going on.

She was easy to talk to, attentive, interested and interesting, and by the end of the event, she had won pretty much everyone over, including her 'future husband'.

After the party, we drove over to the two-bedroom house located on the San Marcos River just east of town that I had rented and shared with a teammate. He was staying in Austin with his girlfriend, as he did most weekends, so we had it to ourselves.

Katy actually seemed nervous when we went inside, so I reminded her of my pledge to not assault her virtue on our first date, and offered to let her sleep in my roommate's bed. She giggled nervously in response, and said, "I really don't spend the night with boys on the first date, or any other date, but I kind of trust you, and you have a big bed, so...well, let's just relax and see."

She put her bag and purse in my room and asked for a tour of the house. As we toured, she commented on how neat we kept it, how much good, nutritious food was in the refrigerator and freezer, and yet, somehow, it had a bachelor vibe.

She held my hand as we walked around, asked questions, made comments, and then led me to the couch and sat down. I released her hand, turned on some romantic music, asked her to dance, and held her much more tightly than when we danced at the party. She melded to me and put her head on my chest with a sigh.

As the second song ended, she raised her head to invite a kiss; I leaned down to address her beckoning lips, which opened like a blossom as mine approached.

She smelled heavenly, felt even better, and that first kiss brought my blood to an immediate boil. For reasons unknown, our combined chemistry inflamed all my senses: sight, feel, sound, smell, and taste, and seemed to have the same effect on her.

We swayed, rubbing one another with our body parts, and shared a scorching kiss that only ended when she pulled away to lead me to the bedroom. We kissed again beside the bed, then she lay upon it and held her arms up to me.

She was irresistible, but she looked so vulnerable and petite I feared my muscular body would crush hers.

She spread her legs wide apart as she pulled me down. I crawled between them, carefully situated my body to avoid hurting her, propped myself up on my elbows, and lowered my body to her.

Our lips met again, and her feet wrapped around my legs, pulling me into the propagation position that has prolonged mankind's stay on this earth for unknown millennia. Her left hand held my face to hers as she mashed our lips together, mouths open, and tongues exploring. Her mouth tasted incredible, making me want to taste the questing pussy she was thrusting against me.

Although fully clothed, we settled into the ancient rhythm of lovemaking as the Ice Princess mewled, humped me powerfully, rubbed her boobs against my chest, and then made a small keening sound as she climaxed.

I marveled: neither of us had touched any bare skin below the neck, and yet Elsa the Snow Queen had orgasmed, fully clothed, just from our dry humping!

That bode well for our future, and begged the question: just how wild would she get if I stripped her naked, licked and kissed every part of her delectable body, performed my patented version of cunnilingus, and then gave her a good fucking?

Her level of arousal was so high I was confident I could do just that, right now, her purported virginity notwithstanding. The only thing standing between me and my greatest conquest was a silly promise I made to respect her virtue tonight, on our first date.

That seemed beyond frivolous lying here on the bed, her luscious body against mine, her lovely legs wrapped against mine, her breath coming in pants, and an adoring look on her beautiful face as she watched me with open mouth. I knew she was 'receptive' in the way a doe is during the rut, the way a bitch is in heat, and I knew I could have her right now, right here, and all I had to do is break the vow I'm certain she no longer wants me to keep!

Silly me: I leaned down, kissed her gently, and rolled from between her legs to lie beside her. She turned her body to mine, pressed it to me, and looked at me in disbelief.

Staring into her eyes I explained, "Katy, no man ever wanted a woman more than I want you right now, and my balls are going to be blue for a week, but...I promised you, and I'm a man of my word, so this is as far as we go on our 'first date'. You won't have to fight me off while we sleep, so you can relax in my arms and I'll enjoy holding you until dawn."

"Do you promise?" she asked in a coquettish, almost taunting manner. "Because if I really can trust you I'm going to get comfortable before we go to sleep."

I nodded; she sat up did the magic women do where they remove their bra without removing their shirt, kicked off her shoes, and shinnied out of her jeans.

The vision before me tested my resolve to its absolute limits: my eyes traveled from her cute little feet up those shapely legs to the barely-there red panties, which were obviously soaked. She lay back on the bed, her sweater lying against her flat belly before jutting upward over her protruding breasts. I'm an ass and legman, not a titty man, but the hard little nipples made bumps in the sweater I could not ignore.

'My god she's beautiful!' I thought, as my gaze swept over her turtleneck covered neck, her face, and her tousled golden hair.

She read my mind, giggled, and asked, "So, do you like what you see? I know our practice uniforms and my bikinis reveal more, but you seem to be fixated on my body right now."

"Katherine Marie Reiss, I say with greatest sincerity that you are the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen, much less shared a bed with! I had you pegged at a 9.9999, but lying here beside you, I realize you are actually a 20, maybe a 25! You are outrageously, ethereally beautiful! In fact, I believe that God must have taken all the wants, needs, and desires from my inner being and created you to meet every one!"

I was certain she couldn't be any more attractive, until she tilted her head slightly, increased the adoring gaze, and that luscious mouth said, "Timothy Rolf Kelly, I feel the same way! I always prayed that God would bring me the one man whom I could love with all my being, who would love me with all his being, and, somehow, I KNOW that is you!"

With that exclamation, she pulled me back to her, gave me another white-hot kiss, pressed those bare breasts against me, looped a lovely leg over me, and tried to pull me back on top of her.

She looked even more disbelieving when I resisted, and pulled away. I explained, "It's my turn to get comfortable!"

I pulled off my shirt over my head, kicked off my shoes and socks, and shucked my jeans. With only my boxer briefs left on, I twisted to flex the muscles in my torso and arms as I turned back to her. The fire in her eyes was as visible as the want on her beautiful face.

"Oh, Tim! Being beside you in a bed wearing only your boxers has a very different affect than watching you diving off the board in your swimsuit, or even watching your cute butt in your skin-tight football pants!"

With that stimulating disclosure, she grabbed me and began another blistering kiss. This time I pulled away, warning, "Katy, are you offering to give up your hard-fought virginity to a football player you just met, on your first date? Because if you don't cool things down I'm going to take you up on it!

"I doubt any man - and certainly not me - could hold and kiss you like this and not take what you seem to be offering. So, be sure before we go any farther!

"Believe me; I won't respect you any less if you do. I can tell we have a singular connection that overrides normal mores and ethical considerations, so tradition be damned!