Carly's Story - Sex Stories

Carly's Story

... just the one! She was forced to spend her evening with me, so I turned on the charm and by the end of the night, she was begging for my number," I said, Carly and my family laughing at me, knowing that it more than likely didn't happen like that.

"Well, Carly, I don't know if you realize this, but you've got that boy wrapped around those little fingers!" my dad said.

"I think I've got some sort of idea," she said.

Before too long, we got up to leave. As Carly was saying her goodbyes to my mom and sister, my dad pulled me aside.

"Hey," he said, "so this one's the real deal, huh?"

"I'm not real sure, Dad. We haven't been together long, we're still learning about each other," I said. "She might be a serial killer and I just don't know it yet!"

My dad laughed, but then he got more serious.

"Son, you might not be sure, but I am. You look at the girl differently than anyone I've ever met. You act different, too. More content. So don't screw this up, she seems like a special girl."

"I won't screw it up, Dad, and believe me. She is definitely a special girl."

He shook my hand and gave Carly a hug. "So glad you came tonight, sweetheart. Come back, any time."

"And don't bring Jason next time!" Julie piped up.

"Thank you so much for having me, hopefully I'll see you soon!" Carly said, as we walked down the driveway to my car.

When we sat in the car, I looked over at Carly. She was absolutely beaming.

"See? I told you they were great," I ...

... said.

"They really were! You know, Julie and I already exchanged numbers, we are going to try and get together in the next week or so for lunch," Carly said.

"I'm glad! Julie's great, we have just enough of an age gap to where we were never mortal enemies growing up, so we've always had a good relationship."

"I can tell, and I like her a lot," Carly said.

I reached over and grabbed her hand. "I'm glad you came."

"Me, too."

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Carly went back to work that next week. With the exception of the wrist brace she still needed to wear for the next few weeks, any evidence of that horrible night had disappeared. Even her ribs were feeling much better and the bruising was gone. The law firm she worked for knew what happened, and was gracious about giving her the time off she needed to heal. They even offered her representation, free of charge, should she need it.

I went back to work as well, and Carly and I established a comfortable routine, still being able to see each other most days. Meeting my family was a turning point for Carly, and she opened up to me about her life. It was still hard for her, but she shared her story with me.

She was born Chance Sims, and grew up at her parents home in a suburb outside Hartford, Connecticut. She came out as gay to her parents when she was 14, and that was essentially the beginning of the damage to her relationship with her parents. In high school, she struggled to balance her feelings, the strained relationship with ...