The day we spent with my parents went great—they could see how much Kelly and I enjoyed one another and knowing that Brock gave us his blessing helped greatly. My Dad even wanted to have a family dinner where Brock and his new girlfriend came, too. Kelly was fine with it. Now we were just settling into a life of being a couple—so far it was great. We have a great sex life, we connect emotionally and we have the same beliefs spiritually.
Fast forward to six months after I started renting the house on Pacific. Kelly was spending so much time at my place that one day we woke up, her wearing a pair of my boxer briefs and a tee shirt of mine (because all her spare clothes were dirty) and I said, fuck it, just move in. It was so hard for her to have bags and drawers of stuff here, not knowing what was where, and it made sense for her to move in with me. She agreed, we hired movers and she was officially living with me within the week. Aside from having a bathroom full of face washes (apparently girls need at least three different kinds) and a kitchen cabinet full of mismatching mugs, it was going great. Kelly and I have found a good groove—we went to work at the same time, got home at the same time, went for a run, she swam while I lifted weights, we showered and ate, fucked and went to bed. It was a routine but it was a routine that worked for us both.
“Today is our seven month anniversary,” Kelly said, as she pulled a blue dress down over herself. She was wearing a lace nude thong and a strapless bra that matched. She was getting ready to go to work—after the blue dress came a white cardigan and white sandals. Since we’d gotten together, I’d encouraged Kelly to take the real estate exam and try and move forward with her career, with or without the company she worked for. I told her that people would want her to be their realtor because she was gorgeous and then when they met her and saw how smart she was they would love her and recommend her to other people. And since she’d done that, she was now showing homes and making sales on her own. She did find another woman to work with and together they had shown and sold over eight homes in the last six months. It was pretty amazing and I was so proud of her.
“I know,” I said watching her pull a long gold necklace down over her head and pull her hair out from under it. She left for work early but she made it a point to not work late, and if she had homes to show in the evening I always went with her and did the walk through with her. Her clients didn’t seem to mind me being there and she always told them—“it’s either my boyfriend with me or me with mase, which could be scary!” She had a way of making people feel at ease and that was one of the things I loved about her.
“Should we have a romantic dinner?” she smiled and came to the bed where I was putting on my shoes for work and she sat in my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I can make something special.” We still weren’t eating out in public much despite things being reopened. The virus had surged again after the initial reopening and so we opted to stay home, though we both did have to go to work everyday. Truth be told, I think we were still just enjoying our bubble of sex and sweetness, and the early “honeymoon” phase of our relationship had yet to dwindle away. “Sure,” I said, smiling at her—I still got butterflies around Kelly. That wasn’t something I ever told her but I did—she made me excited and happy and seeing her still got me a bit hard.
When I got off work that afternoon I text Kelly that I was going to go to the next town North of us to charge my car. She text me back saying she would be starting our dinner around 6 and I told her I’d be home by then. I did go up to the next town and I did charge my car but while the car was charging, I walked to the shopping mall adjacent from the chargers and found a small jewelry store that I’d seen once or twice before. I entered the store was immediately approached by a vulture-like saleswoman around age 60, wearing a Hilary Clinton looking red power suit (complete with shoulder pads) and a pearl necklace. “What can I help you with today?” she began sizing me up as I walked to the glass case full of rings.
“I need an engagement ring,” I told her, “and I know what I want it to look like.” She proceeded to pull velvet ring trays out for me when I held my hand up as to say “no”. I pointed down to through the glass at the exact ring I had envisioned. There it was. A solitaire diamond on a white gold band, the diamond was graded D with a VS1 clarity, which the salewoman informed me was very good but “quite pricey”. I could’ve pulled a Pretty Woman situation on her, since I’m pretty sure she didn’t expect me to be wealthy, but I didn’t. I envisioned this ring. I knew this was the one and the fact that the first jewelry store I walked into had the exact vision I had—to me it was a sign. “I’ll take this one,” I said to her. “It’s 54,000 ring sir,” she continued. “Can she have it sized here, too?” I asked, pulling my wallet from my back pocket. She nodded yes, watching me pull my wallet out and set it on top of the glass like I was an alien. “Can I use my debit card or how should I pay?” I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I took it out while the woman processed my payment.
*You’re going to like this dinner*, Kelly had text me. *I am sure I’ll love it*, I responded. *Be home in 35.*
I knew we’d only been together for seven months but I also knew how I felt and I knew how Kelly felt. I was going to propose to her tonight, outside by our pool, while we shared a nice dinner together, alone. It felt right. Once I got home I told her I wanted to take a quick shower before dinner and I did. I chose my shorts with the big pocket and slipped the ring box into them. We sat down by the pool and ate our dinner, Kelly telling me about her day and me telling her about mine. We talked about things we had seen on Reddit that day, what we wanted to do this weekend, and what we wanted to do tonight. “Maybe watch a movie?” Kelly said, taking the last drink of her wine. “Ready to go in?” she sat her wine glass down in the middle of her plate and stood up, turning to walk toward the gate around the pool. I jumped up and dropped to my knee, pulling the ring from my pocket as quick as I could. “You forgot something,” I said to her. She turned around and saw me, holding the ring out to her on my knee. Her eyes filled with tears and she cupped her mouth with her hands. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed. She came to me and pulled me up and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She began kissing my neck and my cheek, over and over repeating “yes”. I hadn’t even asked yet but it was OK—I was happy to see how happy she was. We had both become emotional as I carried her to our room, putting her down on the bed.
I climbed on top of her, the ring now on her ringer though everything was such a blur I don’t remember putting it on her. I kissed her passionately and she hugged my torso tightly as I did. I unbuttoned my pants and she pulled her panties down underneath that same blue dress. I was already as hard as a rock and as I guided my cock into her, I could feel she was ready too. I pushed in, this time fucking her nice and slow, taking my time, kissing her the entire time. I could feel her hands on my head, on my back, on my ass gently pulling me deeper inside her. We fucked slowly, enjoying the romantic moment we were sharing. The sex was intense and though I wanted to come, I wanted to wait so we could come together. I continued to push inside her deeply and slowly, moving my mouth to her neck as I kissed her gently.
“I’m getting close,” she panted. I picked up my pace only slightly and I could hear my aching dick push inside her wet gap as I did so. Within a moment we were both climaxing together, me pumping into her quicker now and her digging her heels into with more force. When we were done, we laid in our bed, hot, happy and tired. She looked over at me from her side of the bed. “I love you, you know,” she said. “I hope so, since we’re getting married.” Saying it out loud gave it more power than buy the ring even did. “I love you, too.” I finished.
This was going to be a sexual marriage and I felt very lucky.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/h0ek7f/the_roommates_part_16_the_final_chapter_nsfw
Beautiful series loved every update.
Yes! This is the first series I’ve followed from start to end! Written beautifully. Had me on the edge of my seat(both figuratively and literally).
Some parts does feel convenient for the sake of plot but even then, you are truly gifted to finish this in such a short time. You have my respects and upvotes, my good sir.
My gf and I love this story and we can’t wait for more. A tad disappointed this was the last one for a bit
Nice
I don’t want it to be over ?????
Awww I’m gonna miss reading this every day
By far my favorite story. The way you wrote it, was like a movie playing in my head. Great place to end the story as well, always go out on a high note.
Amazing story and fantastic writing! Can’t wait to see where they are on the revisit. Might be interesting to get Brock’s story as a separate series. I will be watching for more from you!
Great ending to this amazing story!