I opened the door to the apartment I shared with my gorgeous girlfriend since my high school freshman year, Kiwi. Her real name was Kierra, but I call her Kiwi. It's my cute little nickname for her. My best friend and her good friend, Aaron, calls her Kiwi too, but she only likes it when I call her Kiwi.
We were now freshmen in college, and tonight is our four year anniversary. November 4th, 2015. It's Tuesday, but due to bad weather conditions (maybe it has something to do with the fact that it's been a high of -2 degrees for the past three days... just a thought), we had school off today, yesterday, and tomorrow.
I was just so happy that I had been with Kiwi for four years. And tonight was the night I would propose to her.
"Kiwi, dear, I'm back," I called.
I had gone out to pick up the engagement ring from my mom. It was my grandmother's old wedding ring, so I figured I'd keep it in the family and use it to propose to her. The ring was beautiful, in my opinion. Kiwi said she never wanted a diamond ring, because they were too common, and too expensive. The engagement ring was a sterling silver ring that was met in the front of the finger, and around the silver swirl, it had two, small but stunning heart-shaped sapphires. I thought it would be perfect for Kiwi.
"Hello, my handsome, wonderful boyfriend," she said, smiling and walking up to me, kissing me on the lips softly.
"You won't be calling me your boyfriend for long," I said.
"Why's that?" she said, looking panicked.
I got down on one knee, and pulled a small, velvet box out of my jacket pocket. I opened up the box, and smiled up at her.
"Kierra Marie Hollis, you are the love of my life, and you have been ever since the day I met you over four years ago on September 27th, 2010. I never want to let you go, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" I said gently, love pouring out of my voice.
Her eyes filled up with tears, and her thin, pink lips pulled into a small, soft smile as she raised her hands to the sides of her face.
"Of course I will, Christopher James Koelaris. I will marry you and be with you forever," she whispered as I put the ring on her third finger of her left hand.
I stood up, and she flew into my arms. I hugged her 130 pound body close to me, feeling her heat against mine.
Kiwi was the most gorgeous girl in the world, in my opinion. She had long, shiny, smooth, soft dark brown hair that fell to the middle of her back, accompanied by gorgeous, loose ringlet curls and straight, sweepy, left-side bangs. She also had large, sparkly, ice green eyes with little black flecks all over them, making them look like flowers, and long, thick eyelashes. Her pale, smooth skin was glowing with health, and she had a small button nose with pretty, thin pink lips. She had beautiful curves, perfect legs, a cute tummy, gorgeous breasts, and a sexy back. Her breasts were a b-cup, which was perfect for me. She was a thin girl, only 130 pounds. But her height made up for it; she was 5'7".
I, on the other hand, didn't see myself as all that great looking. I had extremely pale skin, big, dark green eyes with long eyelashes, thicker lips, a slightly larger nose, and long, dark, curly hair that I usually straightened so it fell in my face. I was thin as well, but pretty well built. I had nice abs, good arms, and really strong legs. I was about 6 feet tall, and was about 150 pounds. Kiwi said I was the most handsome guy in the world, but I didn't believe her. I thought I was alright, maybe even a little good looking, but not the most handsome guy in the world. I was alright.
I did have a few things about me that I was pretty proud of, though.
First, I had a really deep voice that I got when I was about 13 years old. I was so happy when I got it, and a lot of girls were attracted to me because of that.
Second, I have really strong legs. I used to play competitive soccer, and up until my sophomore year, my dad would force me to go skiing with him and his wife, Jen. I always hated skiing, but never had any say in it. But because of that, I got really strong legs in return. And when I found out that Kiwi was a runner for track and cross country and played soccer as well, I decided to start working out. Near the end of our freshman year, I got into cycling a lot. Unfortunately, Kiwi had to give up running for a while due to some really bad knee problems.
Lastly, my cock is eight inches big, and pretty wide. Kiwi was my first real girlfriend, meaning that she's the only girl I've ever had sex with. But according to her, I do extremely well in bed. I can make her scream and moan with pleasure after the third thrust, and I make her cum multiple times. I'm pretty damn proud of that, to be honest. Kiwi didn't believe me when I told her I was that big at first, but then I wowed her the first time she saw me naked, which was also the first time she gave me a hand job.
"Shall we go shower? It's a little late," I said, glancing at the clock, which read 9:34 pm.
"Let's take a nice, hot bath together," she smiled, kissing my lips gently.
We went into the bathroom together, and started the bath. I waited until the water was steaming, and then put the plug for the drain down and let the tub fill up. I poured in her favorite bath bubbles, which smelled like vanilla and cinnamon.
We undressed, and stepped into the tub together. I sat behind her. She got her hair wet real quick, and so did I. I poured some of her shampoo into my hand, rubbed my hands together, and started washing her hair, slowly massaging her scalp with my finger tips. I worked my way down her hair, and then she rinsed it out. She then turned around, took a quarter size amount of my shampoo, and started massaging my scalp. I then rinsed my hair, and we lay in the bath tub together for another ten minutes or so.
"I love you, Kierra," I said softly.
"I love you too, Christopher," she whispered back, resting her head on my chest.
"Should we go to bed?" I asked.
"Yeah, the water's getting a little cool now," she said.
We both got up, and I grabbed a large towel from the counter, and wrapped it around both of us. I turned the portable heater on so we would stop shivering, and we snuggled against each other's wet, naked bodies for a glorious moment before unwrapping and quickly getting dressed in night clothes.
She dressed herself in black panties, a black bra, baggy, black sweatpants, a black tank top, and my large, black, soft hoodie that was too big for her by good five or six sizes. I put on gray boxers, black sleeping pants, and a big, gray t-shirt.
We smiled at each other, and clasped hands as we walked to bed together. We lay down on top of the covers on our sides, facing each other and staring into each other's eyes lovingly. I couldn't stop staring into her icy, flower-like green eyes. They had me in a trance.
