Avery - Sex Stories

Avery

... she came to pick up the tab, I had a question for her. “Rather than stay home and be bored this Saturday, why don’t you join me for a nice dinner?” I asked. “Avery chuckled and said, “I think I’m washing my hair on Saturday,” as she put the receipt folder down in front of me. Stan laughed and I was a little crushed. “Well, I would have never forgiven myself if I didn’t ask. I hope you don’t hold it against me.” Avery winked at me and told us to have a nice day and to come back soon. Before she was more than a few feet away from the table, Stan said ‘I told you’. I just shrugged it off and took out the receipt. I saw that she had circled her name which was printed on it and she wrote her phone number in large, looping numbers at the bottom. Stan didn’t notice and I just put it in my pocket. We left the diner (after I made sure to say ‘thank you’ and ‘good bye’ again to Avery) and got to work on getting Stan moved to his new address. While making the move, there was really only one thing we talked about: Avery. To be more precise, we talked about women in general. But for me, the subject of women boiled down to Avery. Stan went through the long list of girls I’d been with over the years and how every single one of them that was at her level of good looks was a gold digger. But his argument was flawed: NONE of those girls were on Avery’s level. The one possible exception was a girl (Noreen) that I was with while in college, but that relationship was a completely different story ...

... and Stan didn’t even know about her. But Stan’s point was not without merit. I knew what he was saying had a lot of truth behind it and I knew he was just looking out for my best interests, but there was something unique about Avery; something that made her different from any other girl. I just had a feeling about her that I had never felt before and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. With all of Stan’s talk, however, I decided to ‘play it safe’ and not let her know that I had a lot of money. The next day was a busy one for me. I took the day off of work and began my plan of hiding my financial status. I bought a used car that was in decent shape—something the average guy would be able to afford. Then I rented an apartment. It was a hole in the wall compared to what I was used to, but would do for what I needed. I boxed up a bunch of things from my place to put in the apartment to make it look like I’ve been living there for a while. And I bought some used furniture from a few people I found on line advertising items on a popular listing site; you can find just about anything you need on short notice from that guy’s list... A few phone calls had my new apartment set up with electricity, water, and cable TV. It looked like I had been there for at least a year and I felt pretty good about the accomplishment. And, if (god forbid) things didn’t work out with Avery, I would keep the apartment any way to aid weeding out gold diggers (but I really didn’t believe Avery would be like ...