Avery - Sex Stories

Avery

... last panties I wore as a virgin,” she said with a bit of nostalgia. “I want you to keep them—something 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 pack—pink 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 aunt’s place and she didn’t 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 all—she could make those decisions for herself. But then, I knew some family ...

... members could be a bit domineering and perhaps she just didn’t 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 didn’t always spend the night on a Monday and I couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t get a really expensive one or else she would question how I was ...