Carly's Story - Sex Stories

Carly's Story

... was already in love with you."

We enjoyed dinner and another glass of wine, then left and went outside.

"Did you bring more comfortable shoes this time?" I asked her. She laughed, remembering how her feet were hurting in the heels she wore on our first date.

"Marginally more comfortable," she said, taking my arm as I led her down the sidewalk.

We walked down to a small square with a fountain. In the evening time, it was lit up and beautiful, and we stopped in front of it. My heart thumping out of my chest, I nodded my head. She was confused at first, but when she saw me looking over her shoulder, she turned to look as well.

My dad and Julie were walking up, my father beaming and my sister positively bouncing, unable to hide her excitement. Right behind them was my mother, arm in arm with Carly's mother, who I'd flown down this morning. Beth and Susan walked up behind them, followed by a group of Carly's friends from work.

Carly was shocked. She slowly turned around to face me, but had to lower her gaze a bit, as I was already on one knee on the ground, holding a small box, with that beautiful diamond ring nestled inside.

"Carly, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Something inside me shifted the moment I met you, and I haven't been the same since. I love you with all my heart, and I want to love you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?"

Carly with tears streaming down her cheeks, smiling through them, rushed into my arms.

"Yes!" ...

... She sobbed into my chest. The crowd that I invited broke into loud cheers, along with some random bystanders who stopped to watch. I stood, picking her up off the ground, and holding her there in my arms, kissed her with all the love and passion I could convey in a single kiss.

I put her down and everyone gathered a little closer. I looked down at Carly and asked, "Babe, may I please put this ring on you?"

She answered by holding out her left hand. It shook a little as I took it and slid the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly, and shined almost as brilliantly as Carly's face.

Our mothers both mobbed her, hugging her and getting a closer look at the ring. As everyone gathered near, I only had eyes for Carly. She was glowing, her joy overwhelming her. My dad came over to me.

"Good job, buddy," he said, patting me on the back, "That's a helluva rock you just put on her finger."

"Thanks," I said. "That's a helluva woman I just gave that rock to."

He gave me a knowing smile, and walked over to Carly, who was talking excitedly with Susan and Beth, both of them admiring her ring. As he walked toward her, she broke off her conversation and walked into his embrace, staying there for a long time. She finally had someone that loved her like a father is supposed to love their daughter. Julie slid up to my side and put her arm around my waist. I put mine around her shoulder and hugged her.

"Told you the nails were a good idea," flashing me her own.

I nudged her ...