Avery - Sex Stories

Avery

... 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 ...