Avery

Avery by Muke Hunt Hz
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Introduction:
A man discovers how decisions can change your life years later
It is funny how random and coincidental life events can be. Or, perhaps things are not as random as they seem; could
it be fate at work which leads us to our destiny? Its hard to say for sure, I suppose. Simply because my best friend
needed help moving, my life was forever changed. But I would find out years later, it was actually events had taken
place years before (when I was still in college) which made that questionably fateful day a reality.
I was in my mid 30s (36 to be exact) and had made a very good living for myself. I considered myself successful when
it came to my career. I wasnt independently wealthy, but I wasnt hurting for money by any means, either. I could buy
just about anything I wanted within reason. But where I always seemed to fall short was in personal relationships.
There was always just something lacking: either I wasnt into her or she was too into my bank account (which
inevitably led me to not being into her). Id been with plenty of girls, but when it came to real love, I was a bit of a loser.
But then one day, my buddy Stan asked me to help him move. I really didnt want to spend the day packing boxes and
hauling furniture around; who does? I offered to pay to have movers do it, but he insisted on moving his things himself.
Being the good friend, I agreed to help. He picked me up early on the morning of the move and insisted on buying
breakfast. So we stopped at a little mom & pop style diner near his place and grabbed a menu. Stan and I were
looking through the menu when our waitress came up to take our order. When I looked up at her, I saw the most
beautiful young woman I had ever set eyes upon. She was radiant; an absolute angel on earth. My usually quick mind
went numb and I was unable to speak or even keep a coherent thought. What did I want for breakfast? Is it time for
breakfast? What is breakfast? Suddenly a sharp pain struck my shin and I was snapped out of it for a moment; Stan
had kicked me. I apologized and asked Avery (according to her name tag) what she recommended. She made a
recommendation but I was barely aware of what it was, having decided to say yes to whatever she said.
Sure: that sounds goodIll have that, I said. She laughed, turned to Stan and asked for his order and his response
brought me back to reality.
Im sorry: Ive actually never seen him like this before, he said before giving his order.
Its ok; Im actually flattered, she said to Stan while smiling at me.
Averys smile was beautiful beyond words and my heart was racing. She went to place our order and I watched as she
disappeared into the kitchen.
What the hell is wrong with you? Stan asked once she was gone.
What? What did I do?
You gawked at her like a horny school boy.
Oh, come on; I wasnt that bad!
Do you have any idea what she suggested you have for breakfastwhich you agreed to? Stan asked me.
UmmmNo, not really. Why?
She suggested a cold shower for you. Im surprised she didnt turn the pitcher of water over your head.
Well, thats a little embarrassing. But did you SEE her?! She is easily the most beautiful girl Ive ever seen!
Stan said, Yeah, shes very pretty. But you could just about be her father. Shes too young for you.
His words were lost on me; I didnt want to hear that. The rational side of me was trying to tell me (based on past
experience) that girls her age were only interested in guys my age if they were after money. But my heart had that side
on mute. Avery came back out with our drinks and I did my best to collect myself.
Im sorry about how I acted before, I said while trying not to fall into that same spell again. Its just, you are the most
amazing girl Ive ever seen and I know you must get that all of the time and that it probably sounds creepy coming from
an old guy like me when you could get any guy you want and, oh my god Im rambling. Im sorry.
Stan just looked at me with a blank expression; I could hear his brain screaming WHAT THE FUCK? at me, but he sat
there in silence. Avery smiled and melted my heart.
She said, Actually, you might be surprised to hear it, but I dont get that a lot.
I was blown away. How can that be? I asked.
She said, And, between me and all of my friends, if any of us are going to be without a date on a Saturday, it will be
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meand it usually is.
I said, I find that impossible to believe. Even Stan agreed with me.
Avery said, I guess most guys are too intimidated to say anything to me. Or, maybe they figure Im already with
someone; I dont know. Ive tried flirting, but I guess they think Im just trying to be nice. Its like a curse or something.
If a girl like you has a hard time getting a date, the human race is doomed, I said.
Avery laughed and went to check on our orders. Stan just looked at me as if to say what the hell is wrong with you? I
asked him why he was looking at me like that and he just shook his head. I was subconsciously calculating the odds of
me getting a date with Avery. Id dated many girls around her age over the yearseven recently. However, the girls
her age were typically after money and that was always a deal breaker. But maybe I could make an exception in her
case: she might be worth it! I was deep in thought when Stan snapped me out of it.
Are you even listening to me?
What? What did you say?
Oh my god; really? he asked.
I tried to explain that I was thinking about something and he was not a bit surprised. I was asking him to tell me what
he was saying, but he just shook his head and said to forget it. Before long, Avery came out with our breakfasts and
served us. The food looked good, but all I could smell was the light scent of her perfume. I knew I was going to ask her
out before I left the restaurant; I couldnt stop myself if I wanted to. We ate our breakfast and Avery brought the check.
Even though Stan had said he was paying, I insisted on picking up the tab; the experience was so good that I wanted
to pay for it. When she came to pick up the tab, I had a question for her.
Rather than stay home and be bored this Saturday, why dont you join me for a nice dinner? I asked.
Avery chuckled and said, I think Im washing my hair on Saturday, as she put the receipt folder down in front of me.
Stan laughed and I was a little crushed. Well, I would have never forgiven myself if I didnt ask. I hope you dont hold it
against me.
Avery winked at me and told us to have a nice day and to come back soon. Before she was more than a few feet away
from the table, Stan said I told you. I just shrugged it off and took out the receipt. I saw that she had circled her name
which was printed on it and she wrote her phone number in large, looping numbers at the bottom. Stan didnt notice
and I just put it in my pocket.
We left the diner (after I made sure to say thank you and good bye again to Avery) and got to work on getting Stan
moved to his new address. While making the move, there was really only one thing we talked about: Avery. To be more
precise, we talked about women in general. But for me, the subject of women boiled down to Avery. Stan went through
the long list of girls Id been with over the years and how every single one of them that was at her level of good looks
was a gold digger. But his argument was flawed: NONE of those girls were on Averys level. The one possible
exception was a girl (Noreen) that I was with while in college, but that relationship was a completely different story and
Stan didnt even know about her. But Stans point was not without merit. I knew what he was saying had a lot of truth
behind it and I knew he was just looking out for my best interests, but there was something unique about Avery;
something that made her different from any other girl. I just had a feeling about her that I had never felt before and I
couldnt stop thinking about her. With all of Stans talk, however, I decided to play it safe and not let her know that I
had a lot of money.
The next day was a busy one for me. I took the day off of work and began my plan of hiding my financial status. I
bought a used car that was in decent shapesomething the average guy would be able to afford. Then I rented an
apartment. It was a hole in the wall compared to what I was used to, but would do for what I needed. I boxed up a
bunch of things from my place to put in the apartment to make it look like Ive been living there for a while. And I
bought some used furniture from a few people I found on line advertising items on a popular listing site; you can find
just about anything you need on short notice from that guys list... A few phone calls had my new apartment set up with
electricity, water, and cable TV. It looked like I had been there for at least a year and I felt pretty good about the
accomplishment. And, if (god forbid) things didnt work out with Avery, I would keep the apartment any way to aid
weeding out gold diggers (but I really didnt believe Avery would be like that).
I pulled the receipt with Averys number on it and was about to call when I decided that it might be better to just go see
her in person. So I got in my newly acquired car and drove to where she worked. As it turned out, I got there just as the
restaurant was starting to serve dinner. Avery was about to leave when I walked in the door. She was surprised to see
me and, even though I was there to see her, I was surprised to see hermostly I was surprised to see her leaving. We
both said oh, hey at the same time.
I just dropped by to ask you if there is anything you dont or cant eat. I am making reservations for Saturday and I
dont want to mess it up by taking somewhere you cant eat.
With a teasing tone she said, I thought I told you I was washing my hair Saturday
Trueyou did say that. But I thought if you finished early and needed something else to do, maybe we could go out.
I see. If we went out, what time would my hair need to be dry by?
Do you think it will be dry by 6:00? Because if it isnt dry by that time, I can wait longer.
I think it will be dry by 5:00, actually. And I need be home by 11:00; I have to work breakfast the next morning so
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I said, Say no more: I promise to have you home on time.
Avery was smiling just as wide as I knew I was and that made me feel really good. She said to text her Saturday and
she would send me her address. I said that I would and we parted ways for the night. I went back to my apartment for
reasons I didnt fully understand. It just seemed to make sense. I suppose if I was going to make it believable that I had
been living there, I should probably be familiar with where all of the light switches are and all of the other
miscellaneous oddities of the place. It wouldnt look right if I was trying to figure out how to use the ice maker in the
refrigerator or how the shower knobs work.
The rest of the week seemed to pass unusually slowly, but Saturday finally arrived and I was beside myself in
anticipation. It took a lot of self control not to text her for her address first thing in the morning; I waited until shortly
after noon so that I wouldnt look like a panting dog. I kept the text simple; saying Im looking forward to tonight.
Please send your address when you get a moment and Ill see you at 5. Within just a few moments of sending the
text, I had a reply from Avery saying cant wait! followed by her address. I started getting ready for the most
anticipated date of my life. I knew that this could be a onetime thing; she could be just going out with me out of
curiosity, so I wanted to make it count. I left early enough so that I would be able to find her place by 4:30. I didnt show
up at 4:30: rather, I just drove around for a bit until it was nearly 5:00. But I did that just in case there were any
problems with finding it, Id be able to call for better directions than what the internet provided and still be on time.
A few minutes before 5:00 I was parked in front of her house and I knocked on her door. She answered almost
immediately. When she opened the door, I was once again stunned by her beauty. She looked amazing when she was
just wearing her waitress uniform, but now she was dressed to the nines with her hair done up, makeup, sexy black
dress, heelsthe works. I was speechless for a few moments and she smiled at my reaction.
Do I look ok? she asked.
I said, No, you do not look ok: you look absolutely fantastic! You are the picture of perfection.
She blushed a little and said, Oh sure: I bet you tell all the girls that line.
I held my hand up and said, Honestly, Ive never told anyone that before.
She said, Well thank you. And you look quite handsome, too.
I thanked her for being overly generous and asked if she was ready to go. She said she was and we left. Of course, I
opened the car door for her and helped her in the car. As we set out, she asked where we were going and I said
Kennedys if that is ok. She said she had never heard of it and asked where it was. I told her the street and she just
looked at me; still not knowing where it was. I explained that it was in the city and she became really excited.
Were going to the city? Ive never been to the city yet!
You got to be kidding me? I asked genuinely shocked. How can you live around here and have never been to the
city?
She said, Well, I havent been here that long. I just moved. Its a long story, but the short version is I transferred
schools and Im staying with my aunt until I finish.
I said, Oh, you are going to school: good for you! What is your major; do you have one?
She paused for a second before saying, No, not exactly.
Sensing she was embarrassed to not have a major yet, I said, Thats not a big deal; I finished my second year before I
chose a major. What year are you?
She paused again and said, Im a sophomore.
Well, there you go: you have some time yet. Do you have any thoughts on what you might want to choose for your
major? Since she was a sophomore, I now had a better indication of her age: she had to be right around 19 which
was perfect.
She said, I was thinking about being a teacher; math, most likely.
I said, That is a very noble profession. Its a tough road, but I have so much respect for those that teach. Teaching is a
calling
This was good news for me, I thought. If she wanted to be a teacher, then she was not a money whore. It is well
known that teachers dont make a lot of money and if she is going to college to be a teacher, then I was pretty sure she
was not going to be a gold digger. We continued talking during the drive into the city, never hitting a moment of
awkward silence. I stopped at the closest parking garage to the restaurant and Avery was shocked at the parking
rates.
Is that for real? They want that much per hour?!
I hadnt noticed the parking rate in years but agreed with her anyway. I know; its ridiculous, huh?
Can you afford parking here? Maybe there is a cheaper one nearby?
They all charge the same thing for the most part. But its ok: I have it covered. I might have to turn off the cable TV for
a few months, but it will be worth it, I joked.
We walked the short distance to Kennedys and Avery held my arm as I escorted her. The streets were full of the
typical city traffic sounds, but all I noticed was the sound of her heels on the side walk as she strode next to me. And
everyone noticed the beauty on my arm; it was a wonderful feeling. We arrived at the restaurant and were seated right
away even though there were a dozen people waiting out front. I said it was because we had reservations (which was
partly true) but the real reason was because I was known here. I knew everyone here on a first-name basis. However, I
had called ahead and told them to act as though they didnt know me from anyone else in the house (while filling them
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in on the reason why). This was a highly unusual request from me, so they knew there was something special about
my guest; and they treated her special! Our meals were served and we continued learning more about one another.
The more I learned about Avery, the more I liked her. Her views on life as well as likes/dislikes were so in line with my
own that I found it almost impossible to believe. Before we were finished with dinner, we could finish each others
thoughts and we were both laughing comfortably at the instant connection we had made. It was starting to get late and
I knew we had to go so she could be home on time. I paid the bill, leaving a large tip (as per my usual) and we made
our way back to the car.
The drive back to her place (her aunts place, actually) was no different from the rest of the night: we continued to talk,
laugh, and learn more about each other. I could tell I was falling for her already, but I didnt want to play that hand too
strongly for fear of chasing her away. We pulled up in front of her place and I walked her to the front door. I knew if she
asked me in, that there was no way Id be able to say no.
Thank you for such a wonderful evening. I had a great time, she said.
I should thank you: this was the best night of my life, I said in all honesty.
Avery moved in closer to me and I knew that she either wanted to just hug or maybe a kiss. I moved in for the hug
(being the safer bet of the two options) but she turned her face up to mine and closed her eyes. I knew I would die a
happy man because I was about to kiss an angel! I leaned down slightly and gave her a gentle kiss, not sure how long
to make it. She kissed me back; her silky lips gliding on mine felt like the most natural thing in the world and I could
feel every cell in my body come alive. We kissed for a few moments and time seemed to stand still. She stopped
moving her lips and we slowly broke our first kiss. Her eyes were still closed and she was rolling her lips together as if
to continue the sensation.
Wow she whispered.
Yeah, that was amazing, I agreed.
Avery looked at me longingly for a few moments and then said, Id invite you in, but
You have to work in the morning, I finished.
She said, No, its not that. Its just
This is your aunts house and you dont want to disrespect her, I finished, understanding her position.
Yeahand shell be home in a few minutes, she said with a bit of regret.
Yeah: I understand, I said a little disappointed. Its more than ok. Can we go out againsoon?
She nodded her head definitively, Yes, of course! Id like that!
Ill call you tomorrow then. Is that ok? I asked.
You better she said.
I promised that I would and gave her one more kiss good-night. The second kiss was just as magical as the first and I
knew I was falling for her fast. She went inside and I turned to go back to my car. I stood at my car, looking at the
house as lights came on. A light upstairs came on and I could see her through her semi-opaque curtains. She began
jumping up and down like she was using an invisible jump-rope and was grinning ear to ear. Then she grabbed a
stuffed animal from her bed and began waltzing around the room with it. I smiled and said out loud to myself, I feel the
same way! Seeing her reaction in the privacy of her own room was almost as good as the kisses we shared because
I knew she was feeling the same way about me as I was feeling about her. The drive back to my apartment was quite,
yet her sweet voice still filled my ears. Her perfume hung in the car and it was like she was still there with
mearguably she was. I started to plan our next date.
The next morning I called her just as she was about to leave for work. She was thrilled that I called as promised. Truth
was: Id have talked to her all night if she didnt have to go to work. I asked her when we could go out again and she
said she was off on Mondays and Tuesdays. I couldnt wait until Tuesday, so I told her Id pick her up tomorrow after I
got off work.
While at work, all I could think about was Avery. The plans for our second date were much simpler. Id decided that I
couldnt go overboard like on the first date or shed get wise to my lack of financial problems. Avery texted me
(knowing I was still at work) and asked what she should be wearing for tonight. I texted back very casual and she sent
back a smiley face. I cut out of work a little early and went back to the apartment to change before picking up Avery.
She wore a cute tank top and a pair of stretchy yoga shorts with flip-flops. She also was carrying a small backpack that
I assumed she was using as a purse. It was clear that Avery would be smoking hot no matter what she was wearing.
Avery, you look amazing as always. I said.
Now I know you are just being nice: this is me slumming it.
I shook my head and said, Then no one pulls off slumming the way you do! Are you ready to go?
She nodded and said, Yeah, where are we going?
I told her that we were going to the state park which was not far from where we lived. From our first date I had learned
that she loved the outdoors as much as I did. And since it was an inexpensive thing to do, it seemed perfect. She
thought it was a great idea and the weather was perfect for it, too. It was mid afternoon when we got to the park and
we set about exploring some of the many nature trails the park had to offer. There werent a lot of others in the park;
perhaps because it was a Monday. We were hiking, chatting, and just enjoying the company. We got to a part of the
trail that had a stream flowing across it and she took my hand to help steady herself as she crossed to the other side.
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When we were safely on the other side, she simply continued holding my hand. It occurred to me that she never
NEEDED my hand to cross the stream; she just used it as an excuse to take my hand. I certainly was NOT
complaining! We were at least a half mile into the trail when Avery told me something that was a little surprising.
I feel like Ive known you my entire life. I hope that doesnt freak you out, she said.
That doesnt freak me out at all. In fact, Ive wanted to tell you the same thing for a while now.
She said, I knew there was something about you from the moment I first saw you in the dinerbefore you even saw
me.
Are you making that up? I asked.
She just looked up at me and I could see from her expression that she wasnt even exaggerating. I said, Well, you
know what my thoughts were when I first saw you
Avery said, Yeah: you wanted to get in my pants!
I said, It wasnt even about that. I just couldnt believe my eyes. I thought Angels must be jealous of this beauty
thats what I was thinking.
Avery wrapped her arms around my arm as we walked, resting her head on my upper arm and shoulder. We reached
a patch of grass in the sun and stopped. We seemed to be the only two on the planet; certainly the only two within a
mile radius of where we stood. We shared another kiss and that same feeling as before over-took me. Avery and I
began to make out and soon we were sitting in the grass and things were getting pretty hot. Her hand had found my
crotch and mine found her breasts. She made no attempt to get her hand inside my shorts, so I followed her lead and
stayed outside of her top. I figured she probably wouldnt want to go too far in the woods and in public. Grass could
have a way of really irritating the skin as any outdoor type person knows. So we just continued to make out there in the
sun and it was amazing. The age difference between us was a distant memory; we were completely in tune with each
other on every level. We must have made out for an hour before we noticed the sun was starting to go down. And we
had a way to hike before we would get back to the car. So we headed back and I was sorry to see this date drawing to
a close so soon. But we still had time if she didnt have to be home until 11:00 again.
What time to you turn into a pumpkin tonight? I asked making a small joke.
TonightIm free. I told my aunt I was staying at a friends place. You dont mind, do you?
Are you joking? No; I dont mind! I couldnt believe my luck! Avery wanted to stay the night with me already! Id won
the lottery!
I just dont want you to think Im a slut or something. SeriouslyIve never done this beforejumping in with both feet
like this. But I feel this overwhelming connection with you. I cant explain it but it feels soright. I hope you know what I
mean.
I said, I know precisely what you mean. I feel it too. I feel like we
She cut me off and finished my thought saying, We belong together?
Yeah, thats verbatim what I was going to say, I said.
Avery took my hand and we held hands in the car all of the way to my apartment. No sooner did we get inside did she
remove her tank top. She had a really cute, lacy bra on but I barely had time to notice it before she slipped her black
yoga shorts down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She was wearing a black thong which was mostly sheer. I
pulled her to me and we began making out again. Her hands worked at the button and zipper on my shorts and soon
my shorts where in a pile with hers. She pushed my t-shirt up and I helped remove it; never seeing where it landed on
the floor. I picked her up by her waist and her legs wrapped around me as she put her arms around my neck and we
continued kissing. I began carrying her towards the bedroom; one hand was under her incredible ass and the other
was working the clasp on her bra. As we crossed the doorway to my bedroom, the clasp came undone. She pulled her
bra away from between us and discarded it like it was yesterdays trash. Then I realized I didnt have any condoms.
Shit, I said. Do you have a condom?
She said, Birth control: dont worry about it.
Are you sure? I asked.
Knowing that you can still get pregnant on birth control, she understood my question. She said, Yeah, Im sure: my
period is also just a few days away. Were safe.
That was good enough for me. I went back to kissing her and now every cell of my being was on fire! Nothing in the
world existed except for Avery in my arms. I gently set her on the bed and she started to move toward the center. I
grabbed the sides of her thong and she wiggled out of them as she moved across the bed. Her pussy was shaved
completely clean; not a hair or even stubble to be seen. And her breasts were spectacular! She was a very full B cup;
perhaps a C cup. Her nipples were perfectly placed and they were the same color as her lips. My cock was making a
tent in my boxers before I pushed them off of me and joined the most beautiful girl in the world who was naked in MY
bed and waiting for ME!
Averys body was perfect. If she had a flaw anywhere, I couldnt find it. My eyes drank in her vision. I hovered over her
and we kissed. I slowly lowered myself on top of her and, as I did, her legs opened to get into position. I began kissing
my way down her neck to her chest; I played with a nipple in one hand and with my tongue on the other. After a few
minutes of flicking and sucking on her nipples, I began kissing her lower; I kissed her very sexy belly button and kept
going south until I found the very top of her most private crease. I let the tip of my tongue just barely make contact as
it traced the line formed by the lips of her labia. My tongue slowly traced down, circled her vaginal opening and then
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traced back up; gradually increasing in pressure until it was pushing her lips apart and seeking out her clitoris. I found
it trying to hide and played with it mercilessly.
Avery was moaning with pleasure as she rocked her pussy into my mouth. She had an incredibly sweet taste and I
loved going down on her. Her juices began to flow from her and I lapped them up slowly and deliberately. Her pussy
was just as smooth and clean as a pre-pubescent little girlnot a bit of hair or razor stubble anywhere; she clearly
waxed herself. I went down on her for several minutes before making a return trip north, paying just as much attention
to kissing her body as much as possible on the way back up.
By the time I kissed her on the mouth again, her entire body was electrified and writhing in anticipation. I lowered my
hips towards hers, my cock went immediately to the entrance to her vagina and I eased forward as her pussy lips
spread open and cupped my rigid invader. Avery sighed with passion and moaned sweetly; our eyes locked together.
A moment later, I knew just how truthful she had been when she told me she had never jumped in with both feet with a
guy before: she was a virgin!
Having been with more than a few girls in my life, both virgins and experienced, I could tell the difference. And, I knew
not to call attention to it while knowing to PAY attention at the same time. If I went too fast or too soon, it was going to
hurt her and I didnt want that. I concentrated on playing with her breasts and nipples for a while, leaving just the head
of my dick inside of her. After a few minutes, she began rocking her hips a little and I could feel her getting even wetter.
I put a little more pressure behind my penetration into her and I could feel her hymen straining to keep me out. Averys
nipples were hard and pointing straight up at me. I flicked them with my tongue for a few moments before going back
to kissing her. I began giving short strokes in and out of her, running into but not breaking her proof of virginity. Avery
was rocking her hips more and more and she wrapped her legs around my ass and used her feet to pull me forward.
My cock had never been as hard as it was at that moment and it pushed through her hymen with almost no effort. The
thin membrane slowly ripped as my cock passed by and she moaned with a sound of relief. With the worst part of it
over for her now, I slowly pushed forward until I was buried to the hilt in her; my balls resting on her perfect ass. I
caressed her face with my hand and we looked each other in the eyes, peering into one anothers very soul. We kissed
again with passion I had never experienced before and I felt like I had surely found the one.
Avery was perfect in every way; not just in looks and similar interests, but in how she made me feel. We made Love for
hours. Even my own orgasm didnt slow me down and we both had several of them. Eventually, I rolled over to lay
behind her and reentered her from the spoon position, holding her tight until we both fell asleep. At some point in the
night, my cock went soft and was forced out of her tight, warm vagina.
The morning sun broke through the window and we were still in the spoon position from the night before. I knew
already that I was in Love with this girl in my arms; that was Love with a capital Lthe real thing. The terrible thought
entered my head that it would not go well for me if she didnt feel the same way about me, but I banished the thought
before it could stay in my head for too long. I heard her breathing change and I knew she was awake. Avery turned her
head to see if I was awake. My eyes were still closed and she must have thought I was asleep. She turned her head
back around and I barely heard her whisper, I think Im in love I pretended to be asleep for a few more minutes and
then woke up.
Are you awake? I asked in a whisper, as if I didnt know.
Yeah, she said turning to face me.
Did you sleep ok? I asked.
Better than ok: that was the best sleep everjust being in your arms
I hugged her tight to me and kissed her on the forehead (so she wouldnt get my morning breath). She snuggled in to
me, not seeming to care about such things.
Do you have to go to work today? she asked.
Nope, Im off today, too.
Avery just smiled and snuggled in even closer, if that was possible. We lay in each others arms for a while and then
she said she needed to get a shower. I said I needed one too.
Come on, she said, Lets get a shower. Avery took my hand and pulled me out of bed with her as she got up. We
walked into the bathroom without bothering to cover ourselves. I started the shower for her and she got in. I joined her
a moment later and she spoke first.
Last night was so amazing. It was everything I thought it would be and more.
I said, There are no words for how amazing last night was in any language.
Avery surprised me with a confession when she said, That was my first time, being with someone, I mean
As I was soaping her back I said, Yeah, I know. I hope I was gentle enough.
She turned around looking up at me as soapy water ran over and between her gravity defying breasts and said, You
were perfectlike a fantasy.
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Avery held on to me, went up on her toes and tilted her face up to me; I leaned down and gave her a kiss. Once again,
my body surged with new energy never felt before Avery. I broke the kiss after a minute and asked her what she
wanted to do today.
I have an idea for a fun date she said.
What is it? I asked.
Lets just have naked day. Well spend the day here and the only rule is: no clothes. What do you think?
I said, I think you are a genius.
Avery said, Good! First, Im going to make breakfast; Im starving! Are you?
I said, I could eat Food hadnt actually entered my mind until she mentioned it. My thoughts were obviously on
other things.
I turned off the shower and we got out to dry off. Once dry, Avery went to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. I
watched her cute ass cheeks sway as she walked; I knew Id never tire of seeing that site. It didnt take her long to
realize that I was a typical bachelor with a limited amount of groceries. The full story, of course, was that I intentionally
stocked the shelves and fridge with a minimal amount of supplies. She found some instant pancake mix and some
fresh berries and made us pancakes. I wanted to help, but she insisted that I sit at the table; she wanted to do it all.
So, I sat at the kitchen table and watched the most beautiful girl in the world cooking breakfast without a stitch of
clothing on her. She was incredibly graceful, too. I watched her every move as if she were performing a ballet. Every
once in a while she would glance over at me and give me a little teasing smile before returning to her task. Before
long, she was serving us our first home-cooked meal together. She set my plate down first and I waited until she was
seated with her plate before I even picked up a utensil. The pancakes were delicious, even though they were instant,
but I suspect the evaluation had more to do with who cooked them and how she was (not) dressed as opposed to the
actual, unbiased quality of the pancakes. We sat at the table for at least an hour after finishing our breakfastjust
talking and learning more and more about each other. I saw her shudder slightly and I asked if she was cold.
Maybe a little, she said.
Well, unless we cancel naked day, we have two options: 1) I can turn up the thermostat or 2) we can make our own
heat, I said, diverting my eyes towards the bedroom with a sly grin.
She said with a sly grin of her own, I cant see wasting electricity like that and Im not canceling naked day so
I took her hand and we went back to bed. We made Love again and it was just as amazing as the first time. With
Avery, sex was brought to an entirely new level: it wasnt just the physical act as I had known it for my adult lifenow
there was a strong emotional aspect that heightened all senses. Our Love making was slow and passionate; it was
spiritual and beautiful. I wasnt even worried in the least if she was being less than honest about being on birth control
or that she was going to have her cycle in a few days. The way I saw it, if she ended up pregnant, then that was fine
with me because I knew that I wanted her in my life. I already knew I was going to ask her to marry me.
We took breaks in between making Love to do other things (eat, use the bathroom, get a drink, etc) but we would
go right back to bed; sometimes just to hold each other and talk, but mostly we were making Love. At one point in the
late afternoon, she did something that I had not had happen to me since I was in college. We were in the throes of
passion and we were both just about to orgasm when her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and shook her
head.
Im sorry: I have to take this. Its my aunt and shes going to worry if I dont answer, she said.
I was a bit stunned, but said, Ok. I was not able to stop my Love making, though, so I continued quietly and slowly.
Hey; whats up? she asked her aunt on the phone.
What time are you going to be home? her aunt asked.
Oh, Im not sure. A bit later, I guess, Avery said.
What are you guys doing all day? her aunt asked again.
Avery lied and said, Just watching TV and texting friendsyou know: the usual stuff.
Well, I hope you girls arent getting into any trouble Clearly her aunt was under the impression that her niece had
spent the night with a female friend.
No; we arent, Avery said.
Ok; be home no later than 10:30. You are on for breakfast, dont forget.
I know
It was right at that point that my building orgasm released; I couldnt hold it any longer. The sperm splashed into her
cervix and triggered her own orgasm which came out as a long, sharp inhale as she did her best to keep it quiet.
I could hear her aunt ask, Whats the matter?
Avery covered up her orgasm by turning the sound into that of a yawn and said, Nothing; just yawning.
Her aunt said, Oh, ok; for a second there it sounded like you were having sex!
Averys tone turned sarcastic and she said, Yeah, right: thats what Im doingIm having sex right now. Thats why I
answered the phone: because what better time to have a phone conversation than when having sex? Isnt that when
YOU take phone calls from people?
Oh for crying out loud, I get it! her aunt said, buying Averys deception.
They both reiterated the time to be home and said goodbye before hanging up.
Wow, that wasweird, I said.
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Yeah, I know. Im sorry.
No, its ok. It justreminded me of something. Its a long storyforget it.
Avery didnt ask any questions and we went back to expressing our feelings for each other. I knew I would never get
tired of this girleven when we were both old and gray, I was going to be in Love with her.
It was starting to get late and I knew we needed to get ready to take Avery home. We took another shower together,
but this time I washed her from head to toe; paying close attention to every square inch of her perfect skin. By the time
I had finished, there was not one part of her lovely body that had not felt my gentle toucheven obscure parts like her
eyelids and between her toes... We finished showering and I dried her off before drying myself. She was collecting her
clothes which were still in a pile on the floor from the night before. When she picked up the black thong, she looked at
it for a second and then turned to face me.
These are the last panties I wore as a virgin, she said with a bit of nostalgia. I want you to keep themsomething to
have to remember last night.
I said, I would never need something to remember last night, but I would love to have them. Thank you, I said as she
handed them to me.
We kissed for a minute, both of us still completely naked. But then it was time to put an end to naked day and get
dressed so she could go home. I got dressed as Avery put on her change of clothes that she had in her back
packpink lacy panties and a white bra to start, then stretchy denim shorts (really short) and a baby blue tank top.
She put her clothes from the day before in her back pack (minus the panties she gave me) and it was time to go. We
talked on the drive back to her place and it seemed we would never stop learning more about each other and the more
we learned, the more we realized how great we were as a match. We pulled up to her aunts place and she didnt have
to tell me not to get out of the car to walk her to the door: her aunt was clearly home and walking to the door with her
may not have gone over so well. We said good night and I waited until she was inside before driving away. I was half
way home before I realized I was singing with joy and a big stupid grin was decorating my face. I did find myself
wondering why she was so worried about her aunt knowing that she was with me; she was an adult, after allshe
could make those decisions for herself. But then, I knew some family members could be a bit domineering and
perhaps she just didnt feel like dealing with that. And I was fine with that.
Avery and I continued seeing each other regularly. We called and texted countless times every day. Mondays,
Tuesdays, and Saturdays were the best days for us to spend time together. She didnt always spend the night on a
Monday and I couldnt take many days off to be with her, but we still managed to have our alone time. I would take
her out to do something fun regularly and we grew closer and closer as time went on. Neither of us ever said I Love
you directly, but only because it just didnt need to be said. It would have been like saying, oh, by the way, water is
wet, or the sun is hot. We both KNEW how the other felt.
We had been together for about two months when I went shopping for a ring. I was long since ready to ask her to
marry me; I just didnt want to rush her by asking too soon. But I knew she was thinking about it now. She was
dropping subtle hints from time to time; she would see a magazine featuring a wedding dress and remark about how
pretty it was or if there was an old couple she would ponder out loud if they were as happy as we are. She thought she
was being subtle, but I was so in-tune with her that she couldnt have been more obvious if she was carrying a flashing
neon sign that read, I want you to propose to me.
It took me a while to find the right ring. I couldnt get a really expensive one or else she would question how I was able
to afford it and I didnt want her walking around with a fleck of diamond dust, either. But, I figured that the ring would be
a temporary ring and I would get her a really nice one after we were married. Then I thought about when/where to
pop the question. I didnt know if I should go for the cheesy public proposal that most girls seemed to love because of
the extra attention, or if I should go with the private, more intimate one. Weighing the pros and cons, I decided that the
public proposal was probably not the way to go. There was a clear age difference between us, not that it mattered to
either of us, but I didnt want some jerk to make a rude comment pointing it out that could be overheard by Avery and
ruin the experience for her (and me). It didnt take long to decide how to do it once I decided on the private setting.
A few months passed since buying the ring and it was killing me that the right time had not come up. But then Avery
was spending the night with me and a perfect chance came up. She had a habit of sitting on the edge of the bed,
brushing her hair before bed and that was what she was doing at that moment. I had stashed the ring in a hole in the
bottom of the box spring near her usual spot and I accidentally dropped something and accidentally kicked it under
the bed. Avery laughed at me.
You klutz, she teased.
I know, right? I agreed while I got down on my hands and knees to find the item, but instead retrieved the ring.
Before coming back up and still looking for the kicked item I said, I just remembered: theres something Ive been
meaning to talk to you about. I was still looking under the bed.
Avery said, Im not sure I like the sound of that
Well, I said, Its a bit of a confession, I guess.
What is it? she asked some-what guarded. She stopped brushing her hair.
I said, Well, this is the thing. I stopped looking under the bed and came up on one knee. She still had no idea that I
was in the proposal position and I was still hiding the box in my hand. I continued, my tone changed to more serious,
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Avery, you are the most amazing person I have ever known. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and
I cant imagine my future without you. When I envision achieving my goals, my hopes and dreams in life, you are the
main, predominating feature in each of those visions. To put it simply: I cant picture my life without you. Im completely
in Love with you and that is why I want to ask you to be my wife. Avery, will you marry me?
Avery was crying before I was half way through my proposal. She was nodding emphatically when I was saying
cant picture my life without you and when I was saying completely in Love she was saying yes, yes, yes, of
course yes! Oh my god I Love you, yes! She was crying and laughing at the same time as only a girl can do as she fell
into my arms. I dont think she had even seen the ring yet at that point. I probably could have given her a twist-tie from
a loaf of bread and she would have said yes. Her sobs of overwhelming joy eased and she pulled back to look at me.
I presented her with the ring and she was grinning from ear to ear as she held out her hand. I placed the ring on her
finger and she admired it for a few seconds before remarking that it was perfect and beautiful. She pulled me in tighter
than ever and we just embraced on the floor there.
I said, I should warn you: dont hold it too close to your face.
Avery was confused and asked, Why not?
I answered, Because, next to you, even a diamond will look as dull as a common rock.
Avery laughed and kissed me all over my face. Id never seen her so happy and it was my goal to keep her happy for
the rest of my life; all other considerations were a distant second. We went to bed and made Love again. As always, it
was incredible being with her. We couldnt count the number of times we had been intimate by that point, and each
time was just as mind blowing as the first time.
The next morning came and I woke up holding my fianc; my future wife. I could tell she was already awake by her
breathing.
Good morning, my Love, I said.
Avery said, Good morning, baby.
We held each other for a while and then she spoke first.
So, I have a confession, too, she said.
I smiled and asked with a slight chuckle, What is your confession?
Her face was unusually serious and I became a bit worried. She said, There is something Ive been keeping from you,
but its not like what you were keeping from me. This could be serious.
I said, Ok. Whatever it is, Im sure it will be fine. You can tell me.
Avery breathed hard and swallowed. She said, Well, its sort of about my school.
I could see she was having a hard time with this confession. It was the first time she ever had trouble finding words
with me and I found myself trying to help her.
You mean about how you havent picked a major yet? I asked.
She said, Yes and no; thats part of it. I mean, its truetechnically
I said, Im not sure I understand. Did you drop out of college or something?
She answered, Noooooo., drawing out the O as if to suggest I was on the right track.
You never went to college? I asked.
She said, Right.
Thats ok. But when we first met, why did you tell me you transferred here to go to school? You even said you were a
sophomore.
Well, I said I was a sophomore because I WAS a sophomore.
Now I was really confused.
But you just said that you never went to college? I dont understand.
Thats what Im trying to tell you. OK: when I told you I transferred to go to school here, you sort of assumed I was
going to collegeand I sort of let you assume that Her words began to separate with pauses as she was
connecting the dots for me. Her words soaked in for a few moments when she continued, But I was being honest
when I said I didnt have a major picked out for college and I was honest when I said I was a sophomore. You just
thought I was a sophomore in college insteadinstead of
High school, I finished.
Avery was giving me a sheepish, fearful grin as if to say Im sorry and please dont be mad. It dawned on me that she
never did tell me the year she was born; I just assumed she was 19 to 20 years oldshe certainly LOOKED that old. I
suddenly understood why she didnt want her aunt to know about megood call, I guessed. I asked why she was
living with her aunt and not her parents and she said that her father died in a car accident before she was bornshe
never knew himand her mother passed away several years ago. She then moved in with her grandparents, but they
were getting old and were having trouble taking care of her. I expressed my condolences; shed had a lot of tough
things to deal with in her young life.
I sat contemplating for a minute and said, So you are about to start your junior year in high school. I guess that means
you are17?
Ill be 17 on my birthday, she answered.
Averys birthday was in Januarylate January, to be more precise (it was August at this time). That meant that Id
been making Love with a 16 year old for months now. And I was now engaged to her! This should have been a game
changer, but with the way I felt about her, I could no more reverse my feelings for her than I could reverse the direction
the Earth orbited the Sun. But our schedule for getting married was definitely postponed. I was deep in thought about
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this when she spoke.
Please say you arent mad at me? I wanted to tell you right away but I was afraid you would think I was a stupid little
girl with a passing crush. And I loved the way you looked at me; I didnt want to ruin that.
I shook my head and said, Im not mad at you; not even a little bit. And I certainly dont think you are a stupid little
girl. This news does change some things, but not how I feel about you, ok?
What does it change? she asked sounding worried.
It doesnt change much, honestly. We cant let people know about us yet or I could end up in jail. But we havent been
sharing our relationship status with anyone, so nothing really changes there. The only thing that I can think of that
changes is we will have to wait a bit longer to actually get married. We cant get married right when you turn 18; that
would be suspicious at best. You know?
Avery nodded in understanding. Then she said, Well just have an extended, unofficial engagement and a shorter
official one; like a year maybe.
I said, That sounds like a good plan.
Avery and I made Love again and, even with full knowledge of her young age, it felt right to be with her. It wasnt
difficult to convince myself that, if busted, a jury would understand that I didnt prey on her; it was just a
misunderstandinga miscommunicationand that we were truly in Love.
We kept our relationship a secret for the next year and a half. It wasnt easy to do, but we knew the reward was going
to be worth it. Avery turned 18 and was about a month away from graduating high school when she told her aunt that
she met a guy and that she really liked me. Her aunt went nuts when Avery told her that I was 38 years old, but
Avery stood her ground and said that she was going to date me if she wanted to and there was nothing her aunt could
do about it. I didnt like it that her aunt disapproved, but I wasnt surprised either: she was just a few years younger
than I was.
Eventually Averys aunt accepted defeat and stopped protesting about the relationship between us. I dont think she
ever really fully accepted us, though. When Avery was 18 and a half, we announced our engagement. Averys aunt
hugged her silently as if to say, I hope you know what you are doing. She looked at me and said, you better not hurt
her. I assured her that I would never dream of hurting her and that was the truth. I asked Stan to be my best man. He
thought I was lying when I told him I asked Avery to marry me. He was even pissed that I didnt tell him we had started
dating, although, I think he would have been even madder if he knew WHEN we started dating and how old she was.
We were married in a small ceremony the same day Avery turned 19. She was unbelievably gorgeous in her wedding
dress. And there were plenty of jokes about me only needing to remember one date (birthday/anniversary) for the year
and how that was going to come in handy as the Alzheimers set in over the next few years. But we took it all in good
stride.
After the reception, I took my bride back to the little apartment, just as she expected we would go. I even carried her
over the threshold. We made Love for the first time as husband and wife and the feeling seemed even more intense
than before. It was almost hard to believe that Id been making Love to her for almost three years now and that magic
was growing, not fading. We made Love for hours as we usually did and eventually fell asleep, content in each others
arms.
The next morning I had a surprise for my new wife. She still didnt know that I had a great paying job and plenty of
money and I thought of a funny way to tell her. It had been a while since I spent any real time at my actual home, but I
checked on it at least once a week and I had services come in from time to time to do the lawn and dust/clean inside
(not that it needed much cleaning). I suggested we go for a drivejust to site-see and she thought it was a great idea.
So, after breakfast (she made instant pancakes in honor of our very first breakfast together) we got dressed and went
for a drive. I pretended to be driving around aimlessly but I knew exactly where I was going. We were driving through
my (now OUR) neighborhood when I started talking about all of the nice houses in this area. Avery agreed but said
that she liked our apartment just fine. I stopped the car on the street in front of my house and looked at it as if for the
first time.
Yeah, our apartment works for us, but can you imagine how nice it would be to start our family in a house like THAT?
Avery looked at our house and said, It sure is beautiful. And it has a nice yard. But there is a playground at the
apartments and kids love playgrounds.
I said, But if we had a house like that, we could put up a playground of our own. Then I pretended to come up with a
sudden impulsive idea. Come on! Lets go check it out!
WHAT?! Are you crazy? she asked me as I shut the car off and was getting out.
No, come on, I said as I went around to her door and opened it. I took her hand and coxed her out, pulling her behind
me.
You are going to get us arrested! she said in protest.
No: I bet no one is even home! Come on! And if they are, well just ask them if this is the Lipinstein residence and
when they say it isnt, well just say sorrywrong address and well leave.
Avery said to herself, I married a lunatic
We walked up to the house and Avery was so scared I thought she might pee herself. I started looking in the windows
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and she was doing her best to hide. I told her to look inside and she did reluctantly. She agreed it was beautiful and
asked if we could go.
Not yet; lets check out the back yard.
She said, Baby, youre scaring me. lets just go?
I said, Dont be afraidtrust me. Its going to be fine. She followed but only because I had her hand and was pulling
her along. We circled around back and surprise no one was in the back yard either. She seemed to relax a little since
no one could see us from the front. I walked right up to the back door (which was all glass) and Avery hid in the
bushes. I looked inside and then tried the door handleit was locked.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Avery shouted in a whisper.
I said, Its locked. They have an alarm system, but I can see it isnt set. Then I looked around for a hidden key.
Amazingly, I found one. Avery came out of the bushes and pleaded with me not to go in.
Oh, they might have a doggood call, I said. I knocked on the door a few times and no one answered, no dog came
running. I put the key in the lock and turned it. The door opened and Avery was doing the pee dance.
ARE YOU A BURGLAR? she asked afraid the answer might be yes.
What? No, Im not a burglar: I just want to look around. Come on!
Avery didnt want to come in, but she did any wayperhaps to try and get me to leave earlier than what she thought I
might on my own. We walked quietly around the house and she had to admit it was really nice. She especially loved
the kitchen and couldnt stop herself from marveling over it. She was whispering how nice everything was as she
tip-toed around. I wandered off into the living room and called for her to come and see it.
SHHHH! Keep your voice down! she whispered as loud as she could. She came as fast as her toes could stealthily
carry her and she loved the living room too. I said we should check out the bedrooms and she became deadly serious.
NO, NO, NO!!! What the hell is WRONG with you? You are going to get us killed!
I promise I am not going to get us killed. Lets check out one more room and well go, ok?
You promise? she asked.
I promise, I said.
She agreed and I led her into my office. She was looking around like a timid mouse. I went over to the desk and
started looking through some of my mail. She found an older picture of me with my parents and she was studying it
carefully; not quite putting the pieces together.
Finally she whispered, They have a kid that looks a lot like you.
Really? I said. Thats weird. And look at their mail: he has the same name as me.
What? Really? she asked.
I handed her the envelope and she looked at it curiously. At first she only noticed that the first name was the same. A
few seconds later, she saw that the last name was the same, too. Then she noticed the middle initial was the same.
Her eyebrows pushed together and her forehead wrinkled in utter confusion. Then she looked back to the picture and
pieces started falling in place but still not fully connecting.
Is this your parents place?
No, its not!
Im serious, babe! Is this your parents home? she asked again.
Im serious! It really isnt!
How is this possible? We break into a random place and they have your same name and a kid that looks like you?
This is too much
Its not a random place, actually, I said.
What do you mean? Whose place is this? Stop playing!
Its our place.
Avery looked at me as if waiting for the punch line.
Its our place, I said again. This is my mail. That is me with my parentsI put that picture there. That is our TV out
there; that is our kitchen. That is our yard out there and this is the hidden key for the back door, I said holding up the
key I found.
Avery sat down in the chair behind her with a thump. She looked around in a daze, still trying to process it all.
Buthow? she asked.
I said, I have a really good job that pays really well.
But, what about the apartment? Why?
No one can ever say you married me for my moneynot when you didnt know I had any. And the other reason is I
was tired of girls dating me because of my things. Sure, I knew early on that you were not like those other girls, but I
didnt tell you sooner because I thought this would be sort of a nice wedding surprise. I hope you dont mind.
My new bride smiled and shook her head. No, I dont mind at all. This is so beautiful. I feel like a princess in here!
Id prefer to think of you as my queen princesses and princes can come later.
Avery jumped into my arms and more tears of joy flowed from her. Mission accomplished, I thought.
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Would you like me to show you the rest of our home?
She nodded as I took her hand and escorted her through the house and she loved every square foot of it. I could tell
that she had never even considered having a place like this. After I gave her the grand tour, she had one question for
me.
Can we afford to keep the apartment?
Why would you want to keep that tiny apartment? I asked.
Thats our first place! We dont have to stay there, of course, but we could use it as a little get awaya place to visit
and remember when. You know?
I said, I know exactly what you mean. Yes; we can keep the apartment.
That was good news to her and I was actually glad that she had thought of it. We left most things at the apartment so
that they would be there if we needed them, but we moved the rest of her things into our home. When her aunt saw the
place, she changed her mind about me and said that I wasnt the looser she thought I was before.
Two months passed after we were married and Avery started getting sick. She had gone off of her birth control just
before we got married and we suspected she might be pregnant. A simple home test gave a resounding positive result,
so we made an appointment for an OB/GYN and they ordered a blood test which confirmed it. We were getting started
on a family!
Averys pregnancy went perfectly. I loved watching her belly grow with my baby inside. And as beautiful as she was,
she was just as beautiful while pregnant. Pregnancy did nothing to slow her desire to make Love, either. It was rare for
a day to go by that she didnt want to express our Love that way. When she was just over four months along, an ultra
sound showed that my queen was going to give birth to a little princess: we were having a girl. Neither of us cared if it
was a boy or girlas long as the baby was healthy and Averys doctor said the baby looked perfect in all respects.
Baby Elizabeth was born in mid December and we were officially a family. The baby was just as perfect and beautiful
as her mother; I could not have been more proud. Avery was still breastfeeding Elizabeth when she said she couldnt
wait to do it again. We waited until Elizabeth was about 5 months old and we began trying again to have a baby. A
month later, Elizabeth was being weaned when Avery became pregnant. She used the same doctor and he put her on
the same vitamin regiment as before. Avery handled being pregnant like it was her favorite thing to do. And, to a
certain extent, it was ONE of her favorite things to do.
The months passed and our Love grew stronger each day. Her belly was again swollen with my baby, but this time we
discovered we were having a little boy. I never wanted to have my son referred to as JR, so we named him after my
father. Michael was born in early March and he was perfectly healthy, too. He looked more like me, but with several of
his mothers features, too. Our family was growing and we both wanted to keep going. So we did.
Over the next several years, Avery gave birth to two more of our childrenboth of them girls: first it was Valerie and
then Samantha. With so many young children and babies in the house, you would think that Avery would be pulling her
hair out. But she was an amazing mother and able to handle anything that came her way. In fact, we were even
debating having another baby.
On occasion, Averys aunt would come over to baby sit the kids so we could go out and have some alone time. It was
because of one such occasion that I would end up getting a bit of a huge shock to my life.
Avery was at the store getting groceries and I stayed home with the kids. She was home with them all day and going to
the store was a break for her; not to mention doing grocery shopping with 4 young kids is a BIG job. Averys aunt
showed up before Avery got back from the store and she had a box of stuff with her.
I found this in the attic the other day, she said. It must have been missed when Avery moved out; I figured she would
want it
I thanked her for bringing it over and took the box from her, setting it down on the kitchen table. Avery could go through
it when she got home. The kids came running and crawling when they saw their great-aunt. She was actually really
good with them and I could tell she loved them all. We (she) had buried the hatchet between us a long time ago now.
Avery came home with a car full of groceries and I went out to start unloading. I told her that her aunt brought some of
her stuff and told her to go in and sit downI would take care of the bags. She went in and I began shuttling bags
inside. Each trip inside, I saw she was going through the items and it looked like they were mostly old photos. As I
finished bringing in the groceries, Avery called me over to show me some of the pictures. She was flipping through
some of them when one caught my eye. It was a picture of several girls about Averys age, but the picture was older.
The girl in the center of the group looked familiar.
A long forgotten memory flashed back to me The following ran through my mind in an instant
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While in college, I met a girl that seemed pretty special. Her name was Noreen (I never got her last name). We went
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out once and I feltsomething, but she didnt want to date again after that. This was a first for me: no girl had ever
turned me down for a second date before. I asked her why she didnt want to go out again and she used the its not
you, its me line. I told her that I was practically the owner of that line having used it at least twice a month for the
previous six years! But she assured me that it was an issue she was dealing with, so I let it go.
A few weeks passed by and Noreen sought me out. I was doing some research in the library and she took a chair
across from me. I could see that she had been upset about something: her eyes were a mess. I asked her what was
wrong and she said she had just come from her oncologist with some bad news. The moment she said oncologist, I
knew what the news was: Noreen had cancer.
What is the prognosis: I asked, skipping the question of what kind of cancer do you have? I figure people with
cancer are less concerned about what kind as opposed to am I going to live.
Actually, the prognosis is pretty good, Noreen said trying to sound more cheerful.
I feel like there is a but in there, I questioned.
Yeah: but Im probably never going to have kids, she answered. The cancer is ovarian. Doctor says they cant wait
too to remove them or the cancer will spread. And since Im not seeing anyone She began to cry.
I felt so bad for her that I spoke without really thinking about what I was saying. Is there anything I can do for you?
She looked up at me in a shot and the implication suddenly dawned on me that it sounded like I was offering to
impregnate her.
I said, Oh, I wasnt trying to suggest
She cut me off saying, Its ok. I thought you might not want to. I was just thinking that you are a nice guy, smart, and
not hard to look at, and Im sorry. She got up to leave and I stopped her for reasons to this day I dont understand.
Wait: dont go. Is that what you wanted to tell me? You want me to father a child with you? I asked in a whispered
tone. Noreen sat back down.
Well yeah, actually, she said.
Sitting back and blowing out a lung full of air at the gravity of her request, I said, Listen, Noreen I dont know. I
mean, I dont know if Im ready for She cut me off.
No! I wouldnt expect you to! It wouldnt be your responsibility. Honestly, all Im looking for is a donorno offense.
Noreen continued with what she expected/wanted from me and I listened closely. She said that all she expected was
for me to be clean (which I was), to be completely discrete, and not to seek parental rights once the baby was born.
She was planning on listing the father as unknown on the birth certificate and she wasnt seeking a relationship with
me.
Considering her proposal carefully I asked, How much time to I have to think about it?
She said, I should be ovulating in about a week, so we would have to do it for several days on either side of my
ovulationjust to be sureso, the sooner the better.
Ill let you know something in the next day or two. Im here every day from 2:30 to around 6:00. Ok?
Noreen smiled and said, Ok; Ill meet you here the day after tomorrow.
Noreen got up and walked away, leaving the library. Before she was through the doors, I knew my answer: I was going
to help her. Besides wanting to help someone in desperate need, how could I say no anyway? She basically had one
chance at this and she asked me. If I turned her down, she would never have a baby of her own. Even so, I tried to
come up with an excuse over the next two days to not go through with it, but nothing trumped the importance of her
request and wishes. By the time she found me in the library, I noticed that I was anticipating her finding me because I
couldnt wait to tell her my decision.
Ill do it, I said as she was sitting down.
Thank you; you dont know how much this means to me.
Actually, I think maybe I do to some degree. Thats why I want to help you.
It means more than you can imagine. This is so important that I have to request something that is bit embarrassing for
me to ask, but I cant mess this up.
I said, Thats ok, I understand; go ahead and ask.
She said, Between now and when you come over, you cant have sex with anyone or even jerk off: you need to have
as many swimmers as possible. Ok?
I gave a half-chuckle and said, Thats more than ok: I was planning on that anyway.
Noreen gave me a quick nod and said, Good. Ok: Im going to get going because Im a bit embarrassed. Thank you
againsee you Saturday? She slipped me a folded piece of paper with her phone number and address.
See you Saturday, I agreed and she turned and left.
The rest of the week went by at a snails pace. I couldnt believe that I was going to father a baby with this girl. I was
only 20 and I was pretty sure she was a freshman; only 18. Who intentionally impregnates a girl when they dont even
know her last name? I guess I do. But these were unusual circumstances for sure. And I couldnt even talk about it with
my friendsthats what made it tough. But I knew that Noreen wanted discretion and, besides, my friends would never
let me hear the end of it.
Saturday finally arrived and I called Noreen to see when she wanted me to come over. She said she was ready, so any
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time was fine with her and I told her Id be over soon. As I walked up to her apartment door, she opened it before I had
a chance to knock and invited me in. She asked if I wanted anything to drink or eat and I thanked her but said I was
ok.
Shall we just get started, then? she asked.
Im going to just follow your lead, if thats ok with you. I said.
She nodded her head and said, Ok. Noreen took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Once there, she stripped off
her tank top and denim shorts before moving to the far side of her double bed. She was wearing a matching black lace
bra and panty set. She was incredibly sexy without even trying. She got in bed under the covers and I stripped down to
my boxers and joined her. From the motion of the bedspread, I could tell she had just removed her panties, so I did the
same thing with my boxers. The thought occurred to me that we were about to have sex and we hadnt even seen
each other naked. But I was fine with that: this wasnt about us. Noreen rolled away from me and asked me to unhook
her bra, which I did. She removed the bra and I got a nice look at her breasts; they were spectacular. I moved in close
to her and began massaging her. She was a bit tense and jumped slightly to my touch.
Are you sure you want to do this? I asked, knowing the answer.
Yeah, Im sure. Im just a little more nervous than I thought Id be.
I nodded in understanding and just continued massaging her; gently at first and slowly increasing pressure after a
while. After about 30 minutes of massaging, I could tell she wasnt nervous any more. Before I could ask if she was
ready, she told me herself.
Ok: Im ready now.
I rolled over on top of her without putting my weight on her and placed my dick at the entrance to her vagina and she
just looked at me and nodded. I pushed forward carefully and my cock began forcing her vaginal lips apart as she
slowly drew in a lung full of air. To my astonishment, I felt the unmistakable sensation of ripping tissues around my
cock head: she had been a virgin until now! She let out a sharp squeak of pain which she quickly stifled by biting her
lip.
Im sorry: I didnt know
Its ok: keep going.
I pushed in some more and I could feel her blood coating me, allowing me to slip inside of her easier. She inhaled
sharply and sighed slowly. I stopped for a moment and let her relax before continuing. I took my time with her since it
was her first time. Between the thrill of popping her cherry and not having an orgasm for over a week, my orgasm was
building fast. I wanted to prolong it for a while, so I tried thinking of other things. But then she starting making sounds
of pleasure that only a girl having sex can make and before I knew it, by cock was about to erupt. I began to thrust into
her with a bit more power and she responded with increased pleasure. Knowing my orgasm was imminent, I pushed
as deep inside of Noreen as I could and blew my large, powerful load into her cervix. I could feel her cervix pulsing at
the sensation and I knew my semen was entering her womb. I continued holding myself deep inside of her until well
after our orgasms passed to give her the best chance possible of becoming pregnant. When I finally pulled out, she
brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs; squeezing them and wiggling on the bed.
What are you doing? I asked.
I heard this increases the chances of conception.
Oh, that makes sense. Can I get you anythingsomething to drink, maybe?
No thank you; Ill get something in a few minutes. Help yourself to anything and make yourself comfortable.
I was a little surprised that she wanted me to stay around. Are you sure you dont want me to go? I thought you didnt
want
She cut me off saying, No, I dont want you to go yet: I want to try again in a little while.
I nodded in understanding, trying to hide my surprise while I got up and put on my boxers. I turned and went to the
kitchen to get a bottle of water. I stood there slowly sipping on my water and was about half way finished when Noreen
joined me in the kitchen. She opted to just wear the black bra and panty set as opposed to getting fully dressed again.
My eyes were fixated on her amazing body as she pulled a water bottle from the fridge and opened it. She spoke first.
I want to thank you again for helping me with my situation.
I said, You are welcome, of course. And, can I just say you look amaz
She interrupted me quickly. Noplease dont. Im sorry; its just that I dont want things to get weird or complicated.
While Im facing so much uncertainty, I cant afford to complicate things by allowing this to get emotional. I hope that
doesnt make me sound like a cold-hearted bitch and that you can understand where Im coming from
I understood perfectly and nodded. You are right. And no, you dont sound like a cold-hearted bitch. I didnt mean it
as a pick-up line; I just meant itperiod.
We made small talk between sips of water and I was careful not to say things that could be taken as overly
complimentary. After talking for about 45 minutes, she asked if I was ready to go again and I told her that I was still
following her lead. She turned towards the bedroom and I followed. When we reached her room, she removed her bra
before getting in bed; clearly she was more comfortable with me now. I slipped out of my boxers before getting in bed
and I caught her eyes flash as she viewed my hardening cock. She made no mention of it, perhaps because she didnt
want to complicate things. She removed her panties as she did before and said she was ready. We werent making
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love, but we werent fucking either. This was sex for the sole purpose of procreation.
Our second round took longer (naturally) and before long, she was panting and moaning like a porn star. She was
grabbing fists full of blankets, pillows, or even her own hair as she fought for her orgasm. She had a powerful one after
about 20 minutes and I was nowhere near ready to cum. I slowed down during her orgasm and continued once it
passed. Five minutes later, she had another one which was much smaller this time. I could feel my orgasm building,
but it felt like it was waiting for something. I increased my pace gradually and Noreens moans became more vocal
and grew in volume. Her pussy started to constrict on my shaft and I knew she was getting ready to have a strong
orgasm. Her legs wrapped around me and she used them to pull me in tight. As she did, my orgasm finally released
like a cannon shot and the moment the cum blasted into her cervix, her orgasm hit her like a heavyweight champ. She
was a screamer! Her vaginal walls squeezed and milked my cock for every drop it could get. I could once again feel
her cervix pulsing and she could feel my heart racing with the pulsing of my swollen dick, buried to the hilt inside of her.
I was going to stay buried there, but she said that she wanted to do her exercises right away. So I rolled off of her and
she kicked the comforter off of her. She raised her feet up in the air, resting on just her shoulders, neck and head;
supporting her ass with her hands. Noreen was peddling her feet in the air on an invisible, upside-down bicycle. I got
up and put on my boxers which made a lewd tent.
I dont think I can go another round today, she said while continuing her cycling.
Ok. Do you want me to go? I asked.
You dont HAVE to go. You can get something to eat if you like.
I thought about staying for a moment and decided that she probably wanted me to go but was worried about sounding
rude or ungrateful, so I decided I should probably go.
I said, Thank you, but I should probably go. Can I get you anything?
No thanks; Im ok. Im just going to do my exercises for now. You will come back tomorrow, right?
Yes, of course. Let me know if I can bring you anything.
You are bringing me enough already! But thank you.
I laughed and told her she was welcome and that I would see her tomorrow before getting my clothes, leaving and
giving her some privacy. On the way home, I thought about what we were trying to accomplish and how we were going
about it. It was surreal because, while we were doing our best to keep things clinical, it seemed like this was important
on an emotional level. I didnt know how to explain it better than that, but there was just this intangible feeling that this
was bigger than either of us realized. The more I thought about how to define the feeling, the harder it got to define it,
so I shook the thoughts away and let it go.
Noreen had said not to get her anything, but I felt a little guilty about that. Sure, I was doing this for her benefit, but I
was getting to have sex with a beautiful girl (not to mention she had been a virgin) and I didnt have to give anything
(besides a few million swimmers) in return? This was virtually unheard of! While in the shower, I was trying to think of
something I could get her that she wouldnt think of as me trying to start a relationship with her. But I didnt know that
much about her on a personal level; everything was being kept so practical. I was thinking, What do you get a girl
that is trying to get pregnant that is completely impersonal, yet says Im here for you? As soon as I thought it, I had
the answer and Id be sure to pick it up tomorrow.
The next day, I stopped by the store and picked up Noreens gift before making my way to her apartment. I knocked
on her door and she answered it after only a few seconds. I presented her with the gift still wrapped in the plastic bag
it was tossed in from the store.
I bought you a present, I said holding it out for her.
Um, I told you not to
Trust me: its not a big dealjust take it.
Noreen took the bag and peered inside. She smiled to one side of her mouth, amused, and looked up at me. She
reached in and pulled out the home pregnancy tester and said, Gee, you shouldnt have.
I figure that might come in handy in a few weeks; hopefully with some positive results.
She nodded her head in agreement and thanked me. I found myself wondering if she could already be pregnant, but I
knew it was still way too early for the tester to detect that. So, it was best for us to just continue the plan. I noticed that
she had on a plain white t-shirt, but opted to go without a bra. Her nipples were poking through the thin cotton fabric
proudly. She was wearing a pair of black shorts that were so tight that I could tell she wasnt wearing panties. Those
shorts would have been tight on a ten year old! I had to unbutton my shorts as they were starting to become almost as
tight on me (to make room for my growing erection). Noreen pulled her t-shirt off, then her shorts, and waited for me to
finish undressing. I finally saw her in a normal stance, naked, and she had a spectacular body. Her breasts were either
a large B or small C cup, her abs were flat and she had just a little strip of trimmed sandy-blonde hair hovering above
her pussymatching her hair and eyebrows perfectly. She was a vision, for sure. Once I was naked, we got in bed
and began trying to make a baby again. Our actions we so absent of love or even lust, that I actually noticed she had
put clean sheets and pillowcases on the bed. Normally, I wouldnt have noticed if a marching band entered the room
and played the national anthem while having sex. But this was different.
We had sex several times that day and each time she performed her exercises afterwards. Before leaving for the night,
we discussed the next days schedule; we both had classes in the morning, so we couldnt be having sex all day. She
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said that it was important to get some time in because according to her period tracker, she should be ovulating within
the next two days. I told her I would skip my study time in the library and meet her as soon as she got back from her
last class around 1:30. She said that was a good plan and we said good night before I parted to go home.
My first class was at 8:00 and let out at just after 9:00. I had almost a full hour before my second class, so I was going
over some homework in the library when Noreen walked in. She came over to me and asked if she could talk to me
somewhere private. Not knowing what the problem was, I said sure and got up to go with her.
She led the way towards the back of the library and, once we had some privacy, she opened a cleaning closet and
pulled me inside. Without a word, she began opening the front of my pants and I knew what she wanted to talk about.
I took over taking my pants down and she pulled her skirt up over her hips. I grabbed her panties by the sides and
pulled them down to her feet while she stepped out of them; they were red and made of silk. Noreen jumped up into
my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I was already hard as a diamond and my
cock wanted to find her warm, wet spot desperately.
I lowered her down and my cock entered her on the first try. I started thrusting up into her and her hair bounced with
each movement. She pulled her shirt off so fast, I barely saw it happen. My hands were supporting her under her
beautiful ass and she was riding me like a pogo stick. We kept at it for a few minutes, and then I decided I wanted to
see that pretty ass of hers. So I set her down and had her turn around, bending over.
She stretched out her hands, placing them on the wall for support and I reentered her from behind. I grabbed her by
her hips and began thrusting into her at a quickened pace. My pelvis was gently slapping her ass and I was being
given a nice show: Noreen had a beautiful, perfectly shaped butt. My cock was coated with her vaginal secretions and
I was watching it repeatedly sink into her wet pussy. Noreen began pushing back into me with force so I increased the
pressure in my thrusting.
The slapping of her ass increased in both volume and frequency; her butt cheeks would ripple once with each slap.
She reached back with one hand and began playing with her clit but had trouble pushing back with the loss of leverage
against the wall. So I leaned down and took over her clitoral stimulation for her. She put her hand back on the wall and
continued pushing back on my cock. I found my free hand slipping under her bra; pushing it up and off to expose one
breast so I could play with it.
Noreens pussy began to squeeze on my cock and, as soon as it did, my orgasm released like an explosion inside of
her. I grabbed her by both hips and pushed myself inside of her as deep as I could go as my dick continued to
convulse, sending more semen deep into her fertile womb. Noreen grabbed some paper towels off of the shelf and
began to stand up straight. As she did, I let my dick slide out and it was a gooey mess. She cleaned herself off and I
grabbed a few towels to do the same for myself. I noted that using paper towels to clean my dick was not the most
comfortable thing in the world to say the least. But it would have to do for now. We got dressed quickly and peaked out
the door to make sure no one saw us coming out of the cleaning closet. The coast looked clear, so we departed
quickly; going our separate ways without a word between us.
I gathered up my things and went to my next class. It wasnt until I was in class that I realized how much I smelled like
sex. I could tell that others around me could smell it as well, but no one actually said anything. Because the smell was
so strong and I was having trouble concentrating, I skipped my last class for the day; I had the reading assignment and
decided it would be more productive to get a shower and read the assignment at my place. By the time I was due at
Noreens, Id finished my reading and felt comfortable with the information, so I packed it up and went to her place. No
sooner did I get there did we start our project. I was losing count of the number of times wed had sex over the last
three days and each time was getting better (although I dared not say so). She seemed to be enjoying it more and
more as well, but I didnt want to ask her for fear of making things weird. After unleashing another load inside of
Noreen, she began doing her bicycle exercises while I just lay there recovering when she had a question for me.
Would you mind staying overjust for tonight?
What? I asked a little surprised.
Its just that Im certain that Im ovulating now and I want to get as many sessions in tonight as we can.
Um, Sure; I guess that would be ok. That makes sense, too.
Noreen thanked me for going the extra distance for her and transitioned from bicycle exercises to kicking her legs
back and forth in the air like a swimmers kick. She was certainly not taking any chances! She was getting as much
inside of her as she could and not leaving it up to just chance. I watched in wonderment; wondering what it would be
like to be in her place. I had discovered (from her) that she was in fact only 18, and here she was facing a cancer that
would soon rob her of the ability to know life beyond her own; she was working hard to get pregnant with some guy
she barely knew, and was prepared to raise the baby without any help from me, or anyone else as far as I knew. I
figured she probably had parents that would help, but it still would be a scary thing to go through. I watched her finish
the exercises and realized how much I admired her for her bravery. After that first day of finding out about her ovarian
cancer, she never cried about it again. I dont think I would have taken it as well as she did. But then again, maybe I
was helping her deal with the news. Perhaps she was only able to handle it as well as she was because she had a
good prospect of having a child now. But who knows, really?
We continued having sex for the rest of the night; taking short breaks in between sessions. Sometimes the breaks
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were only for 10 to 15 minutes; sometimes they were for almost an hour. And other times we would just keep going
without stopping. It wasnt until sometime around 5:00am that we both fell asleep, completely exhausted.
When my alarm on my phone went off at 7:30, I wanted to through it through the wall. But I got up and went to get a
shower anyway; I didnt even bother to pick up any clothes. While in the shower, I was suddenly snapped fully awake
when Noreen joined me. She said good morning in a sleepy voice; eyes mostly still shut. I said good morning back
and moved to give her the front position under the shower head. I offered to wash her back and she just simply
nodded. I soaped up her back and she leaned forward to rinse it off. But then she leaned forward some more until she
was bent over at the waist and began backing up to me.
My dick went hard at the first notion of what she wanted and I was ready to perform. I stepped up placing my hands on
her firm, sexy ass and sunk my cock back into her pussy again. I pushed in to the hilt and water from the shower
pooled between us and overflowed over her ass and over the sides of my lap. As I began thrusting in and out of her,
water would collect and then shoot up and onto her back while making sounds that sounded pornographic. It was
pretty erotic, actually.
I started to think that if she wasnt pregnant by now, then it just wasnt going to happenever. But we werent taking
any chances. I started to picture what she would look like 7 to 9 months from now and it made my dick even harder.
Noreen was very attractive and the thought of her walking around with my baby growing inside of her made her that
much hotter. I blew my load with that thought and held it there for a few moments before pulling out. We cleaned off
quickly and both got out of the shower at the same time. We made small talk while drying off and when she went to get
dressed for class, I noticed she was walking funny. I gave myself a mental high five. And, when I thought about it, my
legs hurt, too. We agreed that I would sleep over again that night since she was still in her most fertile part of her cycle.
Coffee and energy shots were my friend that day; I would have been a complete waste without them. Somehow I
managed to make it through my classes, though. When I made it back over to Noreens, she invited me in as always.
I want to show you something, she said.
Ok; what is it? I asked.
Look at what you did to me! She dropped her shorts and panties and displayed her vagina to me. Her pussy and
inner thighs were all bruised like she had been mercilessly gang-raped by an entire prison cell block.
Oh my god, I said, That looks painful. Are you ok?
Yeah, Im fine, she said. Its actually not as bad as it looks. It hurts a little, but it also kind of feels good.
Well, Ill try to be a little gentler, anyway.
That might be a good idea, she said.
Since she already had her shorts and panties down, she simply stepped out of them and removed her tank top and
bra. I joined her in getting undressed and we set about our procreation efforts. But this time I took things much slower
and was careful not to do any hard, fast thrusting. I found that it took me much longer to cum that way, and it was a
good bit of information to have! She seemed to enjoy it too; bonus. It took at least 30 minutes to build to the first
orgasm and I was able to keep going without a break afterwards. We continued having sex without a break and I was
astonished to see three hours had passed (and as many orgasms) since we started. And, I was still just as hard and I
was ready to keep going. But then her phone rang. She reached for it, looked at the screen and gave me the news.
Its my Mother; I have to take this or else shes just going to keep calling me.
I started to pull out of her, but she quickly locked her legs around me and pulled me back as she answered the phone.
Hi, Mom; nows not a good time. Can I call you back? Being as close to her as I was, I could hear her mom clearly.
Oh, ok. Are you studying? she asked.
Noreen replied, No, were trying to make a baby. I was shocked she said that but then figured her mom would
probably just think she was making a crude joke.
Does that mean he said yes? her mom asked. Now I was really shocked!
Yeah, Mom; he said yes. I gotta go
Oh! You mean you are trying RIGHT NOW?
Yeah: I got my legs in the air and hes got his penis in me right now as we speak. I was mortified and she just winked
at me.
Oh, my; ok dear, Ill let you go, then. OH! Can I ask you one question?
What is it, Mom, Noreen asked in feigned annoyance.
Does he have a large one? Now I was utterly embarrassed.
Noreen sighed and said, Yeah; its huge. That made me feel good and I gave her a little thrust.
Well good for you, dear. Good luck! I love you.
Love you too, Mom.
They said good bye and hung up the phone.
Oh my god; did you really just have that conversation? I asked rhetorically.
We have an open an honest relationship: its kind of weird but its good, too.
I gather she knows about everything going on and why we are trying to conceive a baby
Yeah, she knows. It was actually her ideamostly. Can we stop talking about my Mom now?
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Yeah: that would be good, actually.
We went back to having sex, but we only went for another 15 minutes before she wanted to take a break. She got up
to use the bathroom and didnt bother to put on any clothes. I got up as well, but it took another 10 minutes for my
hard-on to go down. She put on a pair of panties and went to make diner. I put on my boxers and offered to help, but
she told me to just sit down and rest. Dinner was served and we ate while making more small talk. After finishing
eating, we sat for a while and talked more in depth about her plans for the next year if all goes well. She planned to
move back close to home (but she wouldnt say where home was) so she could get help with raising the baby while
she finished school at a local college. I was definitely not going to be part of those plans. But I knew that before
accepting this deal, so that was fine. She didnt have all of the answers, but some bridges had to be crossed only
when/if you got to them.
I couldnt help but look at Noreens tits. They looked large on her small frame and they were so firm they stood out
proudly from her chest without the support of a bra. I wondered how they would look when they started to fill with milk;
betting they would become a full D cup, for sure. I could feel my cock starting to stir, so I stood to clear the table, but
Noreen beat me to it. She dumped the dishes in the sink and we both went back to bed without a word. We had sex
again all night. But this time with the slow pace we used before, we kept going almost nonstop. By the time that night
was over, I must have had nearly two dozen orgasms inside of her if you totaled the four days together. The thought
occurred to me that I might end up blowing my balls right through my cock, turning them inside out inside of her. That
was ridiculous, of course, but every orgasm I had with her was large, earth shaking and powerful.
The following day, we went back to only having sex several times in the evening since she was past her most fertile
time. The chances were better than average that she was already pregnant anyway; we only continued to be as sure
as we could. Four days after her scheduled ovulation date, we had sex for the last time. As I was getting ready to
leave, she hugged me and thanked me profusely for trying to help her. I told her that I was glad to help (and WOW was
that the truth!) and I hoped we succeeded. I figured there was no way we hadnt made a baby. I had never had so
much sex in such a short time in my life. Sure: I was only 20, but Noreen and I must have had several dozen orgasms
over the course of a week. I was thinking about that when it dawned on me that we had never kissed each other; not
even a little peck. That was a bit odd I guessed, but she insisted on keeping things as clinical as possible and I
understood.
Life went back to normal after my week with Noreen. Over the next week, we would see each other from time to time
on campus and I would ask her how she was doing. She always said that she was doing ok and would ask about my
day. It was like we were just acquaintances around campus and no one ever questioned our relationship. Another
week passed and I didnt see her at all that week. I didnt think too much of it since that happened sometimes. The
week after that, I saw Noreen from a distance and hurried my walk to catch up to her. When I got within earshot, I
called to her. She turned around and smiled when she saw who was calling her.
I havent seen you, I said. How have you been?
Ive been really good: Im throwing up all of the time! she replied with a twist of irony.
I laughed at what would have been an odd thing to hear to an unknowing ear. Are you really? I asked. Thats good
news! Have you taken the test yet?
No, not yet; I was planning to take it today. But Im pretty sure we both know the results already
Yeah, I think you are right. Well, Im really happy for you.
Thank you. On so many levelsthank you!
I smiled and said, You are so welcome on so many levels.
Noreen suggested it was only appropriate if I was there when she tested herself. Besides, the tester was a gift from
me in the first place. I agreed to be there, but not because I gave her the tester; because I just wanted to know for
sure.
We went back to her place and she took the pregnancy tester to the bathroom and closed the door. A few minutes
later, she came back out and had the tester in hand. The result had not appeared yet, so we talked while waiting. A
few minutes later, she looked at the tester and handed it to me. It was clearly positive.
Congratulations, I said, Youre going to be a mommy.
She thanked me yet again and moved in to give me a hug. I hugged her back and we held each other for a few
moments. When we broke the hug, she gave me (for the first time) a kiss. I was completely shocked at that kiss. Her
technique was amazing but that wasnt what was shocking about it. What was shocking was how it made me feel. It
was as if I was kissing my grandmother: absolutely no spark. I suppose I shouldnt have been surprised: even with all
of the sex we had (which was good), there was never any kind of emotion behind any of it. And I thought it was a
shame, too, because she was gorgeous. But, chemistry is important and we didnt have it; sometimes that is just how it
is. We talked for a little while and when we couldnt find anything else to talk about, I knew it was time for me to go.
I saw Noreen sporadically for the rest of that term; sometimes we chatted and other times we did not. She was still not
showing when the term ended. I stopped her one day and asked if she would be willing to let me know how everything
turned out. She said that was fine and I made sure she had my phone number and address before we parted ways.
She moved back home to parts unknown to me. About 10 months later, I received a text from a blocked number that
said, Baby was born healthy and strong. Thank you so much. Surgery was a success; Im cancer free. Hope you are
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well. Take care. Id hoped that she would at least tell me it was a boy or girl and what she named the baby, but I
suppose it was none of my business.
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I snapped back to reality.
Who are these girls? I asked.
Avery looked at the picture and said, The young one on the end is my aunt, I dont know the girl next to her or these
two, but the one in the center is my Mom.
I said, Oh that must be why she looks familiar to me: you look a lot like her.
While it was true Avery looked a lot like her mom, I was afraid that MAYBE that wasnt exactly why her mom looked
familiar to me. Her mother looked just like Noreen! But that couldnt be; could it? Avery said her father died in a car
accident. But maybe Noreen just told her that to explain why there was no father around. My mind was racing now. I
was doing the math in my head of how old I was when I helped Noreen. I ran the numbers several times and each
time, no matter how I looked at it, the date came out to right about Averys birthday. I was trying again and again to
make it come out differently in my head, but nine months equals nine months no matter how you look at it. Maybe I
was remembering it wrong! That was over 20 years ago now.
What was your moms name? I asked hoping it would be anything but Noreen.
My wife answered, Her name was Noreen. Pretty name, huh?
My head went numb and my voice echoed in my brain as I found myself saying, Yeah; its a beautiful name.
Was it even possible that I had met, fallen in love, and then MARRIED my own biological daughter? I had FOUR
children with her! We were talking about having another one, too! Somehow I had always imagined that Noreen had a
little boy, not that there was a shred of evidence to suggest that. And was this why Avery was so much like
mebecause she was my DAUGHTER? My head was swimming. Maybe its still a coincidence! There was more than
one person named Noreen in the world, after all. And they say everyone has a twin out there somewhere! I was
grasping at straws and I knew it.
How did she die? You never told me and I didnt want to ask beforeit seemed a touchy subject before.
Avery said, I used to feel like it was my fault and I couldnt talk about it for a long time.
How would it be your fault? What happened?
Avery became a bit sad and her aunt filled in the blanks for her.
Noreen was diagnosed with ovarian cancer when she was in her teens. She could have had surgery right away to
remove it, but she opted to wait until she could have a baby. She met a guy in college, and Avery is here today
because of her decision. All doubt and improbable possibilities were gone. Avery was my biological daughter, my wife,
and the mother of my four children.
A tear ran down Averys cheek.
Her aunt continued, We have all told Avery that she should feel no guilt. It was your mothers choice and she made it
knowing the risks. But she said she would rather have one day with her baby and die from cancer than live without you
and die of old age. They took her ovaries as soon as Avery was born and they thought they had it in time, but a few
years later it started showing up in other parts of her body. It was really strange because it doesnt run in the family like
that. But they had her on chemo and radiation for a while. She lived for another 8 years but eventually her liver gave
up and
I said, Avery, Im so sorry. But Im glad she made that decision. Look at what we have; look at our beautiful babies
Avery smiled and said, I know. Youre right, I know. I just wish she could have met you. I wish she could see our
babies.
Averys aunt said, Are you guys still going out? You should get going if you are.
I looked to Avery to see if she still felt like going and she said, Yeah; I want to go outat least for a little while.
We said that we would be back later which meant anywhere between 10:00 and 2:00am. We left and just started
driving with no particular place in mind. Avery said she wanted to see our apartment, so we went there. She chatted
about the usual things on the way there, but I was a little lost in thought. I was trying to figure out if I should tell her
what I had discovered. Should I tell her that Im her father? How does a guy tell his wifethe mother of his
childrenthat she is his biological daughter? What would her reaction be? Would she want to get a divorce? Ironically,
I didnt want to end our marriage: I thought of her as my wife first because that was how Id known her up until now. I
didnt raise her as my daughter. Should I just keep it a secret? I was the only one that knew, after all. No one was
being hurt by the secret: all of our children were born without problems of any kind. But this was important, too. This
was much bigger than keeping a secret about financial status or being a bit younger than the other believed! I was very
conflicted to say the least.
When we got inside our apartment, Avery could tell something was wrong. I had been unusually quiet and she called
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me on it.
You havent said a word since we left. What is on your mind?
Hm? Oh, nothing, really I was lying, even though I knew she could see through me.
Dont you dare lie to me. Something is bothering you, I can tell. I want you to feel like you can tell me anything
anything at all. As long as you can tell me you Love me, we will be fine. OK?
I do Love you, Avery. With all of my heart, I Love you.
Then whats wrong, baby? You arent sick, are you? Avery was sounding really worried about me.
No, Im not sick. That would actually be easier to talk about.
Averys face turned grave and I had her sit on our old couch as I sat next to her. She waited in silence for me to speak.
I had decided to tell her what I discovered because it was far too important not to and she deserved to know the full
truth.
Not knowing where to begin, I just started speaking. Something has come up that I have to tell you about. I have to tell
you because you deserve to know. I paused, while searching for the next thing to say then continued, The thing
iswell, its sort of about your Mom and your father.
My Mom and Dad? What about them? she asked confused.
I said, Well, I had never seen a picture of your Mom before tonight. I never even knew your Moms name before
tonight. And I was a bit surprised when I saw her picture
Why is that? And what does my Dad have to do with that?
Your Dad: I have a feeling your Mom didnt tell you the truth about him dying in a car accident.
I could see she didnt understand where I was going with this and she asked, Why do you think that? You think he just
walked out on her? Maybe he did and she just didnt want to tell me. But I dont see why that would bother you so
much. And how would you know unless you knew them? Wait, DID you know them? Avery asked.
I nodded and said, Yeah, I knew your mother.
But not my father? Avery asked.
Avery, sweetie, I said shaking my head, I didnt know. Your mother said she just wanted a babynot a relationship.
She went back home before you were born and I never saw her again. She never even told me if she had a boy or a
girl; I never even knew her last name or what State she moved back to. You have to believe me! And when we first
met, I thought you were about four years older than what Noreens baby would be so I never gave it a thought. And
even after you told me your actual age, I figured the odds were impossible
Avery looked stunned and she was speechless for a few moments (which seemed like forever). Finally she spoke.
So, if I understand you correctly, you thinkIm your daughter?
I dont see any other possibility. What are we going to do?
Avery shook her head slightly in disbelief as she thought. Then she said, The way I see it: nothing.
What do you mean by nothing, I asked.
I mean nothing. Maybe you are my biological father, but thats not how I know you. I met you as a young adult; we fell
in Love, dated, became Lovers, got married, and we have childrenbeautiful children together. You arent my dad: you
are my husband and the Love of my life. As far as Im concerned and since no one else knows about this, we do
nothing but continue our journey together.
Are you sure? I asked.
Avery moved to me and straddled my lap, facing me. Im completely positive, she said before kissing me gently. I
returned her kiss and we began making out. Even after years of marriage, I could still feel the cells of my body ignite
from her kiss. Avery pulled her top off and her bra followed right behind it. Her breasts were still spectacular, even after
(or perhaps even because of) breastfeeding four babies. She pulled my shirt off of me and we made our way back to
our first bedroom together. She led the way and turned to face me when we got there. I pulled her shorts down as I
went down to my knees and then slipped her panties down and off of her. She had a little tuft of hair at the top of her
pussy, but it was very neatly trimmed and about the size of a 50cent piece. I kissed her folds and she was just as
sweet as ever. I stood up and we embraced while kissing with the passion of first-time Lovers. She took my pants and
boxers off for me and returned the oral favor. We didnt go down on each other oftenwe saved that for special times.
Avery placed her hands on the sides of my hips, took my cock head in her mouth and began slowly bobbing up and
down while looking up at me. I loved when she looked in my eyes while going down on me. I had noticed years ago
that her eyes were similar to mine, but now I knew that she inherited her hazel eyes from me (Noreen had brown
eyes). It was surreal to look into her eyes while she was giving me a blow job and to have those eyes remind me that
she was my daughter; yet we didnt feel like what we were doing was in any way an incest act. My orgasm was
building.
Oh baby, that is awesome! I think Im about to cum, I warned her. She pulled herself off of me, took my hand and
moved us to the bed. I got on top of her and before I could push my dick inside of my beautiful wife, she had a bit of
news for me.
So, I should be ovulating today or tomorrow. Shall we go for number 5?
Are you sure you want 5? I asked.
Well, you have to have 5 before you get to 6! And you have to have 6 before you get to 7 this is how numbers work,
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you know?
You want to have SEVEN? I asked surprised.
She said, No, I want to have more than that. I want to keep having your babies until my body goes into menopause. Ill
have 20 babies with you if I can! I want to be pregnant when Elizabeth is graduating college. And I want to be pregnant
again when she is pregnant with her first child.
She was just talking silly now, but I knew she meant it that she wanted to have as many children as we could. I was not
going to deny her, either.
How did you get to be so wonderful? I asked.
I guess I take after my father, she said with a wink.
Oh, you are SO BAD! I said as I thrust into her as though I was giving her a poke to the ribs.
We continued making Love and my building orgasm from before returned. I pushed in as far as my cock would go and
my sperm blasted into her cervix over and over again. We couldnt see it happen, but millions of my swimmers were
inside of her; hundreds of thousands found their way into her womb, many of those traveled up her fallopian tubes, a
fraction of those found an egg, but only one finished the job. Number 5 was on the way.
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2014-10-11 22:33:29
Wonderful, wonderful story. So well written. It ranks in the top three stories that I will read over and over again. Thats
out of a total of around 150. It is so special !! Thank you !! (countrycadillac)
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2014-10-07 23:11:53
Krillin: do your research! A woman can get pregnant as quickly as 5 weeks after giving birth
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Anonymous reader
2014-10-07 23:04:21
Amazing story & a neat twist at the end
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2014-10-07 19:36:55
Boring & narcississitiic
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