Avery

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Father, Daughter, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Petting, Pregnancy, Cream Pie, Slow, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: A man falls in love with the woman of his dreams and discovers many years later that they share a connection from before they ever met.

This is a fictional story frequently involving sex with characters less than 18 years old.

There are also elements of taboo. If you are offended by such things, then please do not read further.

If you are not shy about such things, then I hope you enjoy:

Avery

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? It's hard to say for sure, I suppose. Simply because my best friend needed help moving, my life was forever changed. But as I would find out years later, events had taken place years before which made that questionably fateful day a reality.

I was in my mid 30's (36 to be exact) and had made a very good living for myself. I considered myself successful when it came to my career. I wasn't independently wealthy, but I wasn't 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 wasn't into her or she was too into my bank account (which inevitably led me to not being into her). I'd 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 didn't 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 good—I'll have that," I said. She laughed, turned to Stan and asked for his order and his response brought me back to reality.

"I'm sorry: I've actually never seen him like this before," he said before giving his order.

"It's ok; I'm actually flattered," she said to Stan while smiling at me.

Avery's 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 wasn't that bad!"

"Do you have any idea what she suggested you have for breakfast—which you agreed to?" Stan asked me.

"Ummm ... No, not really. Why?"

"She suggested a cold shower for you. I'm surprised she didn't turn the pitcher of water over your head."

"Well, that's a little embarrassing. But did you SEE her?! She is easily the most beautiful girl I've ever seen!"

Stan said, "Yeah, she's very pretty. But you could just about be her father. She's too young for you."

His words were lost on me; I didn't 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.

"I'm sorry about how I acted before," I said while trying not to fall into that same spell again. "It's just, you are the most amazing girl I've 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 I'm rambling. I'm 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 don't 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 me—and 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 I'm already with someone; I don't know. I've tried flirting, but I guess they think I'm just trying to be nice. It's 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. I'd dated many girls around her age over the years—even 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 couldn't 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 don't you join me for a nice dinner?" I asked.

"Avery chuckled and said, "I think I'm 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 didn't ask. I hope you don't 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 didn't 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 I'd 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 Avery's 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 didn't even know about her. But Stan's 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 couldn't stop thinking about her. With all of Stan's 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 shape—something 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 I've 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 guy's 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 didn't work out with Avery, I would keep the apartment any way to aid weeding out gold diggers (but I really didn't believe Avery would be like that).

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