Carly's Story - Sex Stories

Carly's Story

... really hoping I don't screw it up with her."

She slid her hand up the outside of my shirt and rested it on my chest, next to her cheek.

"I don't think you will, Jason." I heard her say. We finally sat up and I stretched, with her watching me intently. I could tell she had something on her mind.

"Jason, I want to ask you something, but I don't know how you're going to take this," She said hesitantly. I grabbed her hand.

"Ask away," I said.

"Will...will you stay here with me tonight?"

"Yeah, I will," I said, seeing the look of relief on her face. "I kind of wanted to ask you if you wanted me to stay here, but I didn't want to come off sounding weird."

"It wouldn't have sounded weird! I wish you would have asked, just so I didn't have to!" We both laughed, glad to have gotten over that hill.

"I do need to run to my apartment to grab a few things before I crash here tonight. I shouldn't be too long, though, it's not like I have to go across town!" I told her.

"Can I come with you? You've seen my place, I'd like to see yours. I feel like I can tell a lot about a person by seeing where they live," Carly said.

"Well... I guess. I'm going to have to have to wait outside my door for a few minutes, so I can get rid of the body..." I joked with her. She laughed hard, grabbed her side, then lightly slapped me arm.

"Whatever! Let's go."

The weather was nice outside, with a light evening breeze so we decided to walk the three blocks from her ...

... apartments to mine. With no timeline to worry about, we walked slowly, enjoying being outside. As we walked, I felt her tiny hand slip inside of mine, our fingers intertwined. Once again, fire spread through me from her touch, and I looked down and smiled at her as she beamed back. She was absolutely radiant, and I could tell that she was not in any pain.

My place was on the bottom level of the building, so we walked right up to the door and I took out my keys to unlock it. Opening the door, I stood aside to allow her in first, and followed her inside, taking the opportunity to look at her fantastic ass as she walked ahead of me. I shut the door and turned on the light.

"Wow..." she said, looking around my apartment, wide eyed. "I didn't know boys kept their places this clean!"

I laughed and sat my keys down, and let her look around my apartment. She looked into the bedroom and exclaimed, "And who makes their BED?"

Once again, I laughed at her outburst, glad that she was impressed with my place. I was pretty proud of it, having decorated it pretty tastefully, without having a cluttered look. She walked up to the end table and picked up a picture frame, studying it.

"Is this your family?" She asked me. I went up beside her and took it.

"Yeah, these are my folks. That's my mom, dad, and little sister Julie."

"They look like a nice family," she said. I noted a slightly dejected feeling.

"They are," I said, and taking a little bit of risk, "and they're going to ...