Avery - Sex Stories

Avery

... trying to sound more cheerful. “I feel like there is a ‘but…’ in there,” I questioned. “Yeah: but I’m probably never going to have kids,” she answered. “The cancer is ovarian. Doctor says they can’t wait too to remove them or the cancer will spread. And since I’m not seeing anyone…” She began to cry. I felt so bad for her that I spoke without really thinking about what I was saying. “Is there anything I can do for you?” She looked up at me in a shot and the implication suddenly dawned on me that it sounded like I was offering to impregnate her. I said, “Oh, I wasn’t trying to suggest…” She cut me off saying, “It’s ok. I thought you might not want to. I was just thinking that you are a nice guy, smart, and not hard to look at, and… I’m sorry.” She got up to leave and I stopped her for reasons to this day I don’t understand. “Wait: don’t go. Is that what you wanted to tell me? You want me to father a child with you?” I asked in a whispered tone. Noreen sat back down. “Well yeah, actually,” she said. Sitting back and blowing out a lung full of air at the gravity of her request, I said, “Listen, Noreen… I don’t know. I mean, I don’t know if I’m ready for…” She cut me off. “No! I wouldn’t expect you to! It wouldn’t be your responsibility. Honestly, all I’m looking for is a donor—no offense.” Noreen continued with what she expected/wanted from me and I listened closely. She said that all she expected was for me to be ‘clean’ (which I was), to be completely discrete, and not to ...

... seek parental rights once the baby was born. She was planning on listing the father as ‘unknown’ on the birth certificate and she wasn’t seeking a relationship with me. Considering her proposal carefully I asked, “How much time to I have to think about it?” She said, “I should be ovulating in about a week, so we would have to do it for several days on either side of my ovulation—just to be sure—so, the sooner the better.” “I’ll let you know something in the next day or two. I’m here every day from 2:30 to around 6:00. Ok?” Noreen smiled and said, “Ok; I’ll meet you here the day after tomorrow.” Noreen got up and walked away, leaving the library. Before she was through the doors, I knew my answer: I was going to help her. Besides wanting to help someone in desperate need, how could I say ‘no’ anyway? She basically had one chance at this and she asked me. If I turned her down, she would never have a baby of her own. Even so, I tried to come up with an excuse over the next two days to not go through with it, but nothing trumped the importance of her request and wishes. By the time she found me in the library, I noticed that I was anticipating her finding me because I couldn’t wait to tell her my decision. “I’ll do it,” I said as she was sitting down. “Thank you; you don’t know how much this means to me.” “Actually, I think maybe I do to some degree. That’s why I want to help you.” “It means more than you can imagine. This is so important that I have to request something that is bit ...