Avery - Sex Stories

Avery

... 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, heels—the 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, I’ve 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 “Kennedy’s” 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. “We’re going to the city? I’ve 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 haven’t been here that long. I just moved. It’s a long story, but the short version is I transferred schools and I’m ...

... 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, “That’s not a big deal; I finished my second year before I chose a major. What year are you?” She paused again and said, “I’m 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. It’s 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 don’t 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 hadn’t noticed the parking rate in years but agreed with her anyway. “I know; it’s ridiculous, huh?” “Can you afford parking here? Maybe there is a cheaper ...