How I [F] got unofficially engaged

First time poster, long time lurker. And upfront, this is likely not the wildest, or sexiest story on here. I actually feel it’s more romantic than wild, but it’s a good memory that I’ve never shared outside of my best friend when we were drunk. Anyway, here goes and enjoy.

My boyfriend and I had been dating for a few weeks before I asked the one question that I really needed a specific answer to; are you a virgin? I loved everything about him, and already, I could see a long term relationship in front of us. But I was a virgin, and I had an expectation that my husband would also be a virgin prior to our marriage, or engagement at least. So I asked the question, and hoped his answer affirmed that he was. Sadly, he said he wasn’t. He explained that he lost it a couple years ago with a girlfriend, and he regretted it. He wanted to wait for the right girl, thought it was her, and she broke his heart a few weeks thereafter. He had been single since.

It took me a little while to come to terms with this information, not that I let on to it; but, I came around. It had been almost 2 years since he had sex, and he only had sex once. Couple that with his broken heart after the fact, I just couldn’t walk away from this man that I was falling in love with, just for that. So at this point, he knew I was a virgin and saving myself for the right man, and he also knew that I knew he regretted his earlier sexual experience.

Fast forward to roughly a year into our relationship. I was head over heals in love, and from what I could gather, so was he; but, neither of us had shared those three small words: I love you. I didn’t want to be the first to say it, and imagined that he was scared of repeating a heart break. Not looking to cross a threshold just to be met with a second broken heart. He later confessed that was the case. For me, I had found the right man: him. Maybe we weren’t officially betrothed, but everyone of our friends and family were just waiting for the inevitable announcement.

We were alone in my apartment one night, while my room mate was away on a long weekend. We had just watched a movie, and the evening was pressing on. I looked at him, and said, follow me in a few minutes, gave him a kiss on the cheek and left the sofa. In the bedroom, I took of my jeans, and lay on the bed wearing a tank top and some cute underwear. Keep in mind, he has only seen me in a bikini at this point, but not in any underwear. Same thing, sort of, but it’s an important distinction to make. Without anytime at all, he was standing in the threshold of my door, frozen at the sight of me pant less.

As he stood like a deer in headlights, seemingly unsure of what to say or how to proceed. “Maybe this will help,” I say, and I slide my underwear down, flinging them flirtatiously in his direction, my shaved pussy exposed to him for the first time as I lay on my back. He entered the room, eyes locked on mine, as he slowly walked toward me and sat down on the bed next to me. I knew what I was expecting- sex, but I wasn’t anticipating on getting it the way I did.

His voice was soft, sincere, nervous, but endearing. He told me that he knew from the moment we met, that he was going to fall in love with me, that he has wanted to tell me so many times, but feared what it could mean if he scared me. He said, before we did this, he had to be honest, he had to be clear, and he told me he loved me. Sure, it was a bit cheesy in a sense, me naked from the waste down, and him confessing his love for me, but it was sweet. The curve ball he threw was beyond anything I could have thought up. He continued and told me that he knew I was saving myself for the right man, which meant that I had already decided it was him. He said that he knew I was the one for him forever ago, and that he wouldn’t have sex with me unless he knew he was going to marry me.

I sort of laughed, but in a sensitive way, if that makes sense. “So wait, did we just get engaged?” I asked him with a big cheese ball grin. He told me that we would take it slow, and that before we actually had sex, we would make it official.

From there, we had an amazing foreplay, well at least it was for me, as my first experience. Being eaten out felt incredible, and whatever he was doing with his fingers made me orgasm so quickly. I laid back as he moved up my body, kissing my stomach, kissing my now exposed breasts, my shoulders, neck and lips. I felt his cock glancing across my pussy. Our eyes locked, anticipating the question we hinted at earlier. His voice broke, and he proposed, very simply with my name and will you marry me. I smiled, said yes, absolutely yes, and drew his face down towards mine for a kiss. As we kissed, I felt him pressing against me, his cock finding my opening and slowly sliding inside.

It was about a week later that he bought a ring and properly, officially proposed. It was also a sweet proposal, and the sex following that was also incredible.

So that’s it. That’s how I was unofficially, and unexpectedly proposed to, in one of the sexiest sweetest ways I can imagine.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i8sjp2/how_i_f_got_unofficially_engaged