Carly's Story - Sex Stories

Carly's Story

... never make you feel less than your worth. In my eyes, you're a beautiful girl, and I can't imagine a world where you've been anything else."

My heart was pounding out of my chest. She'd been hurt so many times, it had to have been difficult to hear those words and want to believe them, but doubt if she ever could.

"Thank you, Jason," she said, very slowly. We spent the rest of lunch in silence, both of our minds racing.

After we finished eating, I took the plates from the table and rinsed them, placing them in the dishwasher. Returning to the table, I offered Carly my hand, and she took it so I could help her to her feet. I led her, still holding her hand, over to the couch, where I sat down in a corner. She lowered herself into the seat next to me, then leaned her back against my chest. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, and felt her relax into me. She turned on a movie, but less than a half hour into it, we both fell asleep, Carly cuddled into me.

The sunlight coming into the window was beginning to cast long shadows as we both began to stir, waking up from a nap that lasted more than four hours. We both had been exhausted, me physically and her emotionally, and so to sleep so peacefully together was a gift to us both. I gave her a light squeeze and kissed the top of her head.

"Hey, sleepyhead," I said.

"Hey, yourself," Carly said, nudging a little closer to me and looking up with a sleepy grin. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, I did," I said, "Do you know how ...

... good of a cuddler you are?"

"No, no one's ever told me," she said.

"Well, allow me to be the first. That's the best nap I've had in a long time."

Carly looked around the living room and at the windows. "What time is it?" She asked.

I looked at my phone. "Half past six," I answered her.

"Oh shit!" She said, sitting up suddenly, then yelling out in pain over her sore ribs. "Don't you have to go to work?"

"Nope," I replied, grinning. "I stacked my shifts this past week, so I'm done working for the rest of the week."

"This probably isn't what you imagined doing on your off days, is it?" She asked me.

"Nope," I said, "Not at all."

"Do you have plans?" She asked.

"Not really," I said. "I was pretty much going to veg out, maybe go visit my folks." As soon as I said that I felt a little pang of guilt, remembering that she told me her parents didn't talk to her anymore. She either was unfazed or hid it well.

"Sounds nice!" She said, cuddling back to me.

"Instead, I think I'm going to try and spend as much time as I can with this cutie I met at work," I told her. I felt her smile form on her cheek that was up against my chest.

"Mmmm, that sounds like it could be fun. What's she like?"

I recognized this game, and happily played along.

"Well, to be honest, I just met her the other day and I still don't know her that well. But what I do know about her so far, she's exactly my type. Plus, she's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. I'm ...