Avery - Sex Stories

Avery

... sophomore in college instead…instead of…” “High school,” I finished. Avery was giving me a sheepish, fearful grin as if to say ‘I’m sorry and please don’t 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 old—she certainly LOOKED that old. I suddenly understood why she didn’t want her aunt to know about me—good 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 born—she never knew him—and 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; she’d 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 are…17?” “I’ll be 17 on my birthday,” she answered. Avery’s birthday was in January—late January, to be more precise (it was August at this time). That meant that I’d 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 this when she spoke. “Please say you aren’t 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 didn’t want to ruin that.” I shook my head and said, “I’m not mad at you; not even a little bit. And I certainly don’t 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 doesn’t change much, honestly. We can’t let people know about us yet or I could end up in jail. But we haven’t 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 can’t get married right when you turn 18; that would be suspicious at best. You know?” Avery nodded in understanding. Then she said, “We’ll 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 wasn’t difficult to convince myself that, if busted, a jury would understand that I didn’t prey on her; it was just a misunderstanding—a miscommunication—and that we were truly in Love. We kept our relationship a secret for the next year and a half. It wasn’t easy to do, but we knew the reward was going to be worth it. Avery turned 18 and was about a month away from ...