Avery - Sex Stories

Avery

... 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: don’t 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. I’d 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 couldn’t 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 fiancé; 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 I’ve been keeping from you, but it’s not ...

... like what you were ‘keeping from me’. This could be serious.” I said, “Ok. Whatever it is, I’m sure it will be fine. You can tell me.” Avery breathed hard and swallowed. She said, “Well, it’s 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 haven’t picked a major yet?” I asked. She said, “Yes and no; that’s part of it. I mean, it’s true…technically…” I said, “I’m 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….” “That’s 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 don’t understand.” “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. OK: when I told you I transferred to go to school here, you sort of assumed I was going to college…and 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 didn’t have a major picked out for college and I was honest when I said I was a sophomore. You just thought I was a ...