Carly's Story - Sex Stories

Carly's Story

... to me.

The love we made that night was slow, sweet, and intimate. We took our time, exploring each other's bodies, and continued strengthening our bond to each other. Laying there together, staring in each others' eyes, we celebrated her victory, her growth, and her newfound family.

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6 months later...

The lock clicked on the door to our apartment and it swung open. Carly moved in when her lease ran out, so we'd been living together for about 2 months. I was sitting at the dining room table on my laptop, and snapped it closed, quick enough to raise her suspicion of what I was looking at. She cocked a hip at me and raised her eyebrow.

"Whatcha hiding?" She asked. She wasn't one to snoop at all, but I also had no secrets from her. It surprised her the first day I gave her my phone, and while she didn't, I assured her that she could go through it all she wanted. She knew I had nothing to hide, and never did. Until today.

"Nothing," I said, a little too quickly.

"Sure..." she said, walking in and setting her bag down. It was late afternoon, and she was just getting home from work. Susan was working on a big case and needed all hands on deck, so Carly was staying about an hour late at the office every day this week.

I'd changed my schedule up a bit too, switching from night shifts at the ER to days, so I could be at home in the evenings. I was also looking at going back to school to get my nurse practitioner.

Carly walked up to me and gave me ...

... a kiss, then went to the bedroom and changed out of her work clothes to a pair of sweats and one of my old t-shirts. She walked back out and sat next to me at the table. I had dinner in the oven but it wasn't quite ready yet.

"Do you know how sexy you look, wearing that?" I asked her. Carly looked down at the faded t-shirt and old sweatpants, then back at me.

"So, what you're saying is that I don't ever need to wear sexy lingerie anymore? I'm here for it, this stuff is much more comfortable!" She said, grinning.

"Whoa, let's not get ahead of ourselves here, there's a time and place for everything!" I said, giving her a wink. I stood up to get the roast chicken and vegetables out of the oven, but she had a strange expression on her face. I knew what she was thinking, but I played dumb and asked her anyway.

"What's wrong, babe?" I asked her.

"Nothing... actually, probably nothing, I'm just overthinking things as always," she said.

"You're wondering what I had on my laptop screen and why I slammed it shut so quickly when you walked in the door," I offered, plainly.

Carly's face reddened. "Is it that obvious?"

I put the pan down and hugged her. I knew she fully trusted me, but sometimes, those old thoughts came creeping back, which I also understood.

"Do you want to open it up and see what I was looking at?" I asked.

"No!" she said, then added, "Well, kind of..."

I smiled and nodded my head toward the dining room table where my laptop sat.

"Go ...