Avery - Sex Stories

Avery

... 20, but Noreen and I must have had several dozen orgasms over the course of a week. I was thinking about that when it dawned on me that we had never kissed each other; not even a little peck. That was a bit odd I guessed, but she insisted on keeping things as clinical as possible and I understood. Life went back to normal after my week with Noreen. Over the next week, we would see each other from time to time on campus and I would ask her how she was doing. She always said that she was doing ‘ok’ and would ask about my day. It was like we were just acquaintances around campus and no one ever questioned our relationship. Another week passed and I didn’t see her at all that week. I didn’t think too much of it since that happened sometimes. The week after that, I saw Noreen from a distance and hurried my walk to catch up to her. When I got within earshot, I called to her. She turned around and smiled when she saw who was calling her. “I haven’t seen you,” I said. “How have you been?” “I’ve been really good: I’m throwing up all of the time!” she replied with a twist of irony. I laughed at what would have been an odd thing to hear to an unknowing ear. “Are you really?” I asked. “That’s good news! Have you taken the test yet?” “No, not yet; I was planning to take it today. But I’m pretty sure we both know the results already…” “Yeah, I think you are right. Well, I’m really happy for you.” “Thank you. On so many levels—thank you!” I smiled and said, “You are so welcome on so many ...

... levels.” Noreen suggested it was only appropriate if I was there when she tested herself. Besides, the tester was a ‘gift’ from me in the first place. I agreed to be there, but not because I gave her the tester; because I just wanted to know for sure. We went back to her place and she took the pregnancy tester to the bathroom and closed the door. A few minutes later, she came back out and had the tester in hand. The result had not appeared yet, so we talked while waiting. A few minutes later, she looked at the tester and handed it to me. It was clearly positive. “Congratulations,” I said, “You’re going to be a mommy.” She thanked me yet again and moved in to give me a hug. I hugged her back and we held each other for a few moments. When we broke the hug, she gave me (for the first time) a kiss. I was completely shocked at that kiss. Her technique was amazing but that wasn’t what was shocking about it. What was shocking was how it made me feel. It was as if I was kissing my grandmother: absolutely no spark. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised: even with all of the sex we had (which was good), there was never any kind of emotion behind any of it. And I thought it was a shame, too, because she was gorgeous. But, chemistry is important and we didn’t have it; sometimes that is just how it is. We talked for a little while and when we couldn’t find anything else to talk about, I knew it was time for me to go. I saw Noreen sporadically for the rest of that term; sometimes we ...