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Introduction:

A man discovers how decisions can change your life years later

It is funny how random and coincidental life events can be. Or, perhaps things are not as random as they seem; could it be fate at work which leads us to our destiny? It’s hard to say for sure, I suppose. Simply because my best friend needed help moving, my life was forever changed. But I would find out years later, it was actually events had taken place years before (when I was still in college) which made that questionably fateful day a reality.

I was in my mid 30’s (36 to be exact) and had made a very good living for myself. I considered myself successful when it came to my career. I wasn’t independently wealthy, but I wasn’t hurting for money by any means, either. I could buy just about anything I wanted within reason. But where I always seemed to fall short was in personal relationships. There was always just something lacking: either I wasn’t into her or she was too into my bank account (which inevitably led me to not being into her). I’d been with plenty of girls, but when it came to real love, I was a bit of a loser.

But then one day, my buddy Stan asked me to help him move. I really didn’t want to spend the day packing boxes and hauling furniture around; who does? I offered to pay to have movers do it, but he insisted on moving his things himself. Being the good friend, I agreed to help. He picked me up early on the morning of the move and insisted on buying breakfast. So we stopped at a little ‘mom & pop’ style diner near his place and grabbed a menu. Stan and I were looking through the menu when our waitress came up to take our order. When I looked up at her, I saw the most beautiful young woman I had ever set eyes upon. She was radiant; an absolute angel on earth. My usually quick mind went numb and I was unable to speak or even keep a coherent thought. What did I want for breakfast? Is it time for breakfast? What is breakfast? Suddenly a sharp pain struck my shin and I was snapped out of it for a moment; Stan had kicked me. I apologized and asked Avery (according to her name tag) what she recommended. She made a recommendation but I was barely aware of what it was, having decided to say yes to whatever she said.

“Sure: that sounds good—I’ll have that,” I said. She laughed, turned to Stan and asked for his order and his response brought me back to reality.
“I’m sorry: I’ve actually never seen him like this before,” he said before giving his order.
“It’s ok; I’m actually flattered,” she said to Stan while smiling at me.
Avery’s smile was beautiful beyond words and my heart was racing. She went to place our order and I watched as she disappeared into the kitchen.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Stan asked once she was gone.
“What? What did I do?”
“You gawked at her like a horny school boy.”
“Oh, come on; I wasn’t that bad!”
“Do you have any idea what she suggested you have for breakfast—which you agreed to?” Stan asked me.
“Ummm…No, not really. Why?”
“She suggested a cold shower for you. I’m surprised she didn’t turn the pitcher of 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 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 that).

I pulled the receipt with Avery’s number on it and was about to call when I decided that it might be better to just go see her in person. So I got in my newly acquired car and drove to where she worked. As it turned out, I got there just as the restaurant was starting to serve dinner. Avery was about to leave when I walked in the door. She was surprised to see me and, even though I was there to see her, I was surprised to see her—mostly I was surprised to see her leaving. We both said ‘oh, hey’ at the same time.

“I just dropped by to ask you if there is anything you don’t or can’t eat. I am making reservations for Saturday and I don’t want to mess it up by taking somewhere you can’t eat.”

With a teasing tone she said, “I thought I told you I was washing my hair Saturday…”
“True—you did say that. But I thought if you finished early and needed something else to do, maybe we could go out.”
“I see. If we went out, what time would my hair need to be dry by?”
“Do you think it will be dry by 6:00? Because if it isn’t dry by that time, I can wait longer.”
“I think it will be dry by 5:00, actually. And I need be home by 11:00; I have to work breakfast the next morning so…”
“I said, “Say no more: I promise to have you home on time.”

Avery was smiling just as wide as I knew I was and that made me feel really good. She said to text her Saturday and she would send me her address. I said that I would and we parted ways for the night. I went back to my apartment for reasons I didn’t fully understand. It just seemed to make sense. I suppose if I was going to make it believable that I had been living there, I should probably be familiar with where all of the light switches are and all of the other miscellaneous oddities of the place. It wouldn’t look right if I was trying to figure out how to use the ice maker in the refrigerator or how the shower knobs work.

The rest of the week seemed to pass unusually slowly, but Saturday finally arrived and I was beside myself in anticipation. It took a lot of self control not to text her for her address first thing in the morning; I waited until shortly after noon so that I wouldn’t look like a panting dog. I kept the text simple; saying ‘I’m looking forward to tonight. Please send your address when you get a moment and I’ll see you at 5.’ Within just a few moments of sending the text, I had a reply from Avery saying ‘can’t wait!’ followed by her address. I started getting ready for the most anticipated date of my life. I knew that this could be a onetime thing; she could be just going out with me out of curiosity, so I wanted to make it count. I left early enough so that I would be able to find her place by 4:30. I didn’t show up at 4:30: rather, I just drove around for a bit until it was nearly 5:00. But I did that just in case there were any problems with finding it, I’d be able to call for better directions than what the internet provided and still be on time.

A few minutes before 5:00 I was parked in front of her house and I knocked on her door. She answered almost immediately. When she opened the door, I was once again stunned by her beauty. She looked amazing when she was just wearing her waitress uniform, but now she was dressed to the nines with her hair done up, makeup, sexy black dress, heels—the works. I was speechless for a few moments and she smiled at my reaction.
“Do I look ok?” she asked.

I said, “No, you do not look ‘ok’: you look absolutely fantastic! You are the picture of perfection.”
She blushed a little and said, “Oh sure: I bet you tell all the girls that line.”
I held my hand up and said, “Honestly, I’ve never told anyone that before.”
She said, “Well thank you. And you look quite handsome, too.”

I thanked her for being overly generous and asked if she was ready to go. She said she was and we left. Of course, I opened the car door for her and ‘helped her in the car’. As we set out, she asked where we were going and I said “Kennedy’s” if that is ok. She said she had never heard of it and asked where it was. I told her the street and she just looked at me; still not knowing where it was. I explained that it was in the city and she became really excited.
“We’re going to the city? I’ve never been to the city yet!”

“You got to be kidding me?” I asked genuinely shocked. “How can you live around here and have never been to the city?”
She said, “Well, I haven’t been here that long. I just moved. It’s a long story, but the short version is I transferred schools and I’m staying with my aunt until I finish.”
I said, “Oh, you are going to school: good for you! What is your major; do you have one?”
She paused for a second before saying, “No, not exactly.”
Sensing she was embarrassed to not have a major yet, I said, “That’s not a big deal; I finished my second year before I chose a major. What year are you?”
She paused again and said, “I’m a sophomore.”
“Well, there you go: you have some time yet. Do you have any thoughts on what you might want to choose for your major?” Since she was a sophomore, I now had a better indication of her age: she had to be right around 19 which was perfect.
She said, “I was thinking about being a teacher; math, most likely.”
I said, “That is a very noble profession. It’s a tough road, but I have so much respect for those that teach. Teaching is a calling…”

This was good news for me, I thought. If she wanted to be a teacher, then she was not a ‘money whore’. It is well known that teachers don’t make a lot of money and if she is going to college to be a teacher, then I was pretty sure she was not going to be a gold digger. We continued talking during the drive into the city, never hitting a moment of awkward silence. I stopped at the closest parking garage to the restaurant and Avery was shocked at the parking rates.
“Is that for real? They want that much per hour?!”
I hadn’t noticed the parking rate in years but agreed with her anyway. “I know; it’s ridiculous, huh?”
“Can you afford parking here? Maybe there is a cheaper one nearby?”
“They all charge the same thing for the most part. But it’s ok: I have it covered. I might have to turn off the cable TV for a few months, but it will be worth it,” I joked.

We walked the short distance to Kennedy’s and Avery held my arm as I escorted her. The streets were full of the typical city traffic sounds, but all I noticed was the sound of her heels on the side walk as she strode next to me. And everyone noticed the beauty on my arm; it was a wonderful feeling. We arrived at the restaurant and were seated right away even though there were a dozen people waiting out front. I said it was because we had reservations (which was partly true) but the real reason was because I was known here. I knew everyone here on a first-name basis. However, I had called ahead and told them to act as though they didn’t know me from anyone else in the house (while filling them in on the reason why). This was a highly unusual request from me, so they knew there was something special about my guest; and they treated her special! Our meals were served and we continued learning more about one another. The more I learned about Avery, the more I liked her. Her views on life as well as likes/dislikes were so in line with my own that I found it almost impossible to believe. Before we were finished with dinner, we could finish each other’s thoughts and we were both laughing comfortably at the instant connection we had made. It was starting to get late and I knew we had to go so she could be home on time. I paid the bill, leaving a large tip (as per my usual) and we made our way back to the car.

The drive back to her place (her aunt’s place, actually) was no different from the rest of the night: we continued to talk, laugh, and learn more about each other. I could tell I was falling for her already, but I didn’t want to play that hand too strongly for fear of chasing her away. We pulled up in front of her place and I walked her to the front door. I knew if she asked me in, that there was no way I’d be able to say ‘no’.

“Thank you for such a wonderful evening. I had a great time,” she said.
“I should thank you: this was the best night of my life,” I said in all honesty.

Avery moved in closer to me and I knew that she either wanted to just hug or maybe a kiss. I moved in for the hug (being the safer bet of the two options) but she turned her face up to mine and closed her eyes. I knew I would die a happy man because I was about to kiss an angel! I leaned down slightly and gave her a gentle kiss, not sure how long to make it. She kissed me back; her silky lips gliding on mine felt like the most natural thing in the world and I could feel every cell in my body come alive. We kissed for a few moments and time seemed to stand still. She stopped moving her lips and we slowly broke our first kiss. Her eyes were still closed and she was rolling her lips together as if to continue the sensation.

“Wow…” she whispered.
“Yeah, that was amazing,” I agreed.
Avery looked at me longingly for a few moments and then said, “I’d invite you in, but…”
“You have to work in the morning,” I finished.
She said, “No, it’s not that. It’s just…”
“This is your aunt’s house and you don’t want to disrespect her,” I finished, understanding her position.
“Yeah…and she’ll be home in a few minutes,” she said with a bit of regret.
“Yeah: I understand,” I said a little disappointed. “It’s more than ok. Can we go out again—soon?”
She nodded her head definitively, “Yes, of course! I’d like that!”
“I’ll call you tomorrow then. Is that ok?” I asked.
“You better…” she said.

I promised that I would and gave her one more kiss good-night. The second kiss was just as magical as the first and I knew I was falling for her fast. She went inside and I turned to go back to my car. I stood at my car, looking at the house as lights came on. A light upstairs came on and I could see her through her semi-opaque curtains. She began jumping up and down like she was using an invisible jump-rope and was grinning ear to ear. Then she grabbed a stuffed animal from her bed and began waltzing around the room with it. I smiled and said out loud to myself, “I feel the same way!” Seeing her reaction in the ‘privacy’ of her own room was almost as good as the kisses we shared because I knew she was feeling the same way about me as I was feeling about her. The drive back to my apartment was quite, yet her sweet voice still filled my ears. Her perfume hung in the car and it was like she was still there with me—arguably she was. I started to plan our next date.

The next morning I called her just as she was about to leave for work. She was thrilled that I called as promised. Truth was: I’d have talked to her all night if she didn’t have to go to work. I asked her when we could go out again and she said she was off on Mondays and Tuesdays. I couldn’t wait until Tuesday, so I told her I’d pick her up tomorrow after I got off work.

While at work, all I could think about was Avery. The plans for our second date were much simpler. I’d decided that I couldn’t go ‘overboard’ like on the first date or she’d get wise to my lack of financial problems. Avery texted me (knowing I was still at work) and asked what she should be wearing for tonight. I texted back ‘very casual’ and she sent back a smiley face. I cut out of work a little early and went back to the apartment to change before picking up Avery. She wore a cute tank top and a pair of stretchy yoga shorts with flip-flops. She also was carrying a small backpack that I assumed she was using as a purse. It was clear that Avery would be smoking hot no matter what she was wearing.

“Avery, you look amazing as always.” I said.
“Now I know you are just being nice: this is me ‘slumming it’.”
I shook my head and said, “Then no one pulls off ‘slumming’ the way you do! Are you ready to go?”
She nodded and said, “Yeah, where are we going?”

I told her that we were going to the state park which was not far from where we lived. From our first date I had learned that she loved the outdoors as much as I did. And since it was an inexpensive thing to do, it seemed perfect. She thought it was a great idea and the weather was perfect for it, too. It was mid afternoon when we got to the park and we set about exploring some of the many nature trails the park had to offer. There weren’t a lot of others in the park; perhaps because it was a Monday. We were hiking, chatting, and just enjoying the company. We got to a part of the trail that had a stream flowing across it and she took my hand to help steady herself as she crossed to the other side. When we were safely on the other side, she simply continued holding my hand. It occurred to me that she never NEEDED my hand to cross the stream; she just used it as an excuse to take my hand. I certainly was NOT complaining! We were at least a half mile into the trail when Avery told me something that was a little surprising.

“I feel like I’ve known you my entire life. I hope that doesn’t freak you out,” she said.
“That doesn’t freak me out at all. In fact, I’ve wanted to tell you the same thing for a while now.”
She said, “I knew there was something about you from the moment I first saw you in the diner—before you even saw me.”
“Are you making that up?” I asked.

She just looked up at me and I could see from her expression that she wasn’t even exaggerating. I said, “Well, you know what my thoughts were when I first saw you…”
Avery said, “Yeah: you wanted to get in my pants!”
I said, “It wasn’t even about that. I just couldn’t believe my eyes. I thought ‘Angels must be jealous of this beauty’—that’s what I was thinking.”

Avery wrapped her arms around my arm as we walked, resting her head on my upper arm and shoulder. We reached a patch of grass in the sun and stopped. We seemed to be the only two on the planet; certainly the only two within a mile radius of where we stood. We shared another kiss and that same feeling as before over-took me. Avery and I began to make out and soon we were sitting in the grass and things were getting pretty hot. Her hand had found my crotch and mine found her breasts. She made no attempt to get her hand inside my shorts, so I followed her lead and stayed ‘outside’ of her top. I figured she probably wouldn’t want to go too far in the woods and in ‘public’. Grass could have a way of really irritating the skin as any outdoor type person knows. So we just continued to make out there in the sun and it was amazing. The age difference between us was a distant memory; we were completely in tune with each other on every level. We must have made out for an hour before we noticed the sun was starting to go down. And we had a way to hike before we would get back to the car. So we headed back and I was sorry to see this date drawing to a close so soon. But we still had time if she didn’t have to be home until 11:00 again.

“What time to you turn into a pumpkin tonight?” I asked making a small joke.
“Tonight—I’m free. I told my aunt I was staying at a friend’s place. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Are you joking? No; I don’t mind!” I couldn’t believe my luck! Avery wanted to stay the night with me already! I’d won the lottery!
“I just don’t want you to think I’m a slut or something. Seriously—I’ve never done this before—jumping in with both feet like this. But I feel this overwhelming connection with you. I can’t explain it but it feels so…right. I hope you know what I mean.”
I said, “I know precisely what you mean. I feel it too. I feel like we…”
She cut me off and finished my thought saying, “We belong together?”
“Yeah, that’s verbatim what I was going to say,” I said.

Avery took my hand and we held hands in the car all of the way to my apartment. No sooner did we get inside did she remove her tank top. She had a really cute, lacy bra on but I barely had time to notice it before she slipped her black yoga shorts down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She was wearing a black thong which was mostly sheer. I pulled her to me and we began making out again. Her hands worked at the button and zipper on my shorts and soon my shorts where in a pile with hers. She pushed my t-shirt up and I helped remove it; never seeing where it landed on the floor. I picked her up by her waist and her legs wrapped around me as she put her arms around my neck and we continued kissing. I began carrying her towards the bedroom; one hand was under her incredible ass and the other was working the clasp on her bra. As we crossed the doorway to my bedroom, the clasp came undone. She pulled her bra away from between us and discarded it like it was yesterday’s trash. Then I realized I didn’t have any condoms.

“Shit,” I said. “Do you have a condom?”
She said, “Birth control: don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Knowing that you can still get pregnant on birth control, she understood my question. She said, “Yeah, I’m sure: my period is also just a few days away. We’re safe.”

That was good enough for me. I went back to kissing her and now every cell of my being was on fire! Nothing in the world existed except for Avery in my arms. I gently set her on the bed and she started to move toward the center. I grabbed the sides of her thong and she wiggled out of them as she moved across the bed. Her pussy was shaved completely clean; not a hair or even stubble to be seen. And her breasts were spectacular! She was a very full ‘B’ cup; perhaps a ‘C’ cup. Her nipples were perfectly placed and they were the same color as her lips. My cock was making a tent in my boxers before I pushed them off of me and joined the most beautiful girl in the world who was naked in MY bed and waiting for ME!

Avery’s body was perfect. If she had a flaw anywhere, I couldn’t find it. My eyes drank in her vision. I hovered over her and we kissed. I slowly lowered myself on top of her and, as I did, her legs opened to get into position. I began kissing my way down her neck to her chest; I played with a nipple in one hand and with my tongue on the other. After a few minutes of flicking and sucking on her nipples, I began kissing her lower; I kissed her very sexy belly button and kept going ‘south’ until I found the very top of her most private crease. I let the tip of my tongue just barely make contact as it traced the line formed by the lips of her labia. My tongue slowly traced down, circled her vaginal opening and then traced back up; gradually increasing in pressure until it was pushing her lips apart and seeking out her clitoris. I found it trying to hide and played with it mercilessly.

Avery was moaning with pleasure as she rocked her pussy into my mouth. She had an incredibly sweet taste and I loved going down on her. Her juices began to flow from her and I lapped them up slowly and deliberately. Her pussy was just as smooth and clean as a pre-pubescent little girl—not a bit of hair or razor stubble anywhere; she clearly waxed herself. I went down on her for several minutes before making a return trip ‘north’, paying just as much attention to kissing her body as much as possible on the way back up.

By the time I kissed her on the mouth again, her entire body was electrified and writhing in anticipation. I lowered my hips towards hers, my cock went immediately to the entrance to her vagina and I eased forward as her pussy lips spread open and cupped my rigid invader. Avery sighed with passion and moaned sweetly; our eyes locked together. A moment later, I knew just how truthful she had been when she told me she had never jumped in with both feet with a guy before: she was a virgin!

Having been with more than a few girls in my life, both virgins and experienced, I could tell the difference. And, I knew not to call attention to it while knowing to PAY attention at the same time. If I went too fast or too soon, it was going to hurt her and I didn’t want that. I concentrated on playing with her breasts and nipples for a while, leaving just the head of my dick inside of her. After a few minutes, she began rocking her hips a little and I could feel her getting even wetter.

I put a little more pressure behind my penetration into her and I could feel her hymen straining to keep me out. Avery’s nipples were hard and pointing straight up at me. I flicked them with my tongue for a few moments before going back to kissing her. I began giving short strokes in and out of her, running into but not breaking her proof of virginity. Avery was rocking her hips more and more and she wrapped her legs around my ass and used her feet to pull me forward.

My cock had never been as hard as it was at that moment and it pushed through her hymen with almost no effort. The thin membrane slowly ripped as my cock passed by and she moaned with a sound of relief. With the ‘worst’ part of it over for her now, I slowly pushed forward until I was buried to the hilt in her; my balls resting on her perfect ass. I caressed her face with my hand and we looked each other in the eyes, peering into one another’s very soul. We kissed again with passion I had never experienced before and I felt like I had surely found ‘the one’.

Avery was perfect in every way; not just in looks and similar interests, but in how she made me feel. We made Love for hours. Even my own orgasm didn’t slow me down and we both had several of them. Eventually, I rolled over to lay behind her and reentered her from the spoon position, holding her tight until we both fell asleep. At some point in the night, my cock went soft and was forced out of her tight, warm vagina.

The morning sun broke through the window and we were still in the spoon position from the night before. I knew already that I was in Love with this girl in my arms; that was Love with a capital ‘L’—the real thing. The terrible thought entered my head that it would not go well for me if she didn’t feel the same way about me, but I banished the thought before it could stay in my head for too long. I heard her breathing change and I knew she was awake. Avery turned her head to see if I was awake. My eyes were still closed and she must have thought I was asleep. She turned her head back around and I barely heard her whisper, “I think I’m in love…” I pretended to be asleep for a few more minutes and then ‘woke up’.

“Are you awake?” I asked in a whisper, as if I didn’t know.
“Yeah,” she said turning to face me.
“Did you sleep ok?” I asked.
“Better than ok: that was the best sleep ever—just being in your arms…”

I hugged her tight to me and kissed her on the forehead (so she wouldn’t get my morning breath). She snuggled in to me, not seeming to care about such things.

“Do you have to go to work today?” she asked.
“Nope, I’m off today, too.”

Avery just smiled and snuggled in even closer, if that was possible. We lay in each other’s arms for a while and then she said she needed to get a shower. I said I needed one too.

“Come on,” she said, “Let’s get a shower.” Avery took my hand and pulled me out of bed with her as she got up. We walked into the bathroom without bothering to cover ourselves. I started the shower for her and she got in. I joined her a moment later and she spoke first.

“Last night was so amazing. It was everything I thought it would be and more.”
I said, “There are no words for how amazing last night was in any language.”

Avery surprised me with a ‘confession’ when she said, “That was my first time, being with someone, I mean…”
As I was soaping her back I said, “Yeah, I know. I hope I was gentle enough.”
She turned around looking up at me as soapy water ran over and between her gravity defying breasts and said, “You were perfect—like a fantasy.”

Avery held on to me, went up on her toes and tilted her face up to me; I leaned down and gave her a kiss. Once again, my body surged with new energy never felt before Avery. I broke the kiss after a minute and asked her what she wanted to do today.

“I have an idea for a fun date…” she said.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Let’s just have ‘naked day’. We’ll spend the day here and the only rule is: no clothes. What do you think?”
I said, “I think you are a genius.”
Avery said, “Good! First, I’m going to make breakfast; I’m starving! Are you?”
I said, “I could eat…” Food hadn’t actually entered my mind until she mentioned it. My thoughts were obviously on ‘other things’.

I turned off the shower and we got out to dry off. Once dry, Avery went to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. I watched her cute ass cheeks sway as she walked; I knew I’d never tire of seeing that site. It didn’t take her long to realize that I was a ‘typical bachelor’ with a limited amount of groceries. The full story, of course, was that I intentionally stocked the shelves and fridge with a minimal amount of supplies. She found some instant pancake mix and some fresh berries and made us pancakes. I wanted to help, but she insisted that I sit at the table; she wanted to do it all. So, I sat at the kitchen table and watched the most beautiful girl in the world cooking breakfast without a stitch of clothing on her. She was incredibly graceful, too. I watched her every move as if she were performing a ballet. Every once in a while she would glance over at me and give me a little teasing smile before returning to her task. Before long, she was serving us our first home-cooked meal together. She set my plate down first and I waited until she was seated with her plate before I even picked up a utensil. The pancakes were delicious, even though they were instant, but I suspect the evaluation had more to do with who cooked them and how she was (not) dressed as opposed to the actual, unbiased quality of the pancakes. We sat at the table for at least an hour after finishing our breakfast—just talking and learning more and more about each other. I saw her shudder slightly and I asked if she was cold.

“Maybe a little,” she said.
“Well, unless we cancel ‘naked day’, we have two options: 1) I can turn up the thermostat or 2) we can make our own heat,” I said, diverting my eyes towards the bedroom with a sly grin.
She said with a sly grin of her own, “I can’t see wasting electricity like that… and I’m not canceling naked day so…”
I took her hand and we went back to bed. We made Love again and it was just as amazing as the first time. With Avery, sex was brought to an entirely new level: it wasn’t just the physical act as I had known it for my adult life—now there was a strong emotional aspect that heightened all senses. Our Love making was slow and passionate; it was spiritual and beautiful. I wasn’t even worried in the least if she was being less than honest about being on birth control or that she was going to have her cycle in a few days. The way I saw it, if she ended up pregnant, then that was fine with me because I knew that I wanted her in my life. I already knew I was going to ask her to marry me.

We took breaks in between making Love to do ‘other things’ (eat, use the bathroom, get a drink, etc…) but we would go right back to bed; sometimes just to hold each other and talk, but mostly we were making Love. At one point in the late afternoon, she did something that I had not had happen to me since I was in college. We were in the throes of passion and we were both just about to orgasm when her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and shook her head.

“I’m sorry: I have to take this. It’s my aunt and she’s going to worry if I don’t answer,” she said.
I was a bit stunned, but said, “Ok.” I was not able to stop my Love making, though, so I continued quietly and slowly.
“Hey; what’s up?” she asked her aunt on the phone.
“What time are you going to be home?” her aunt asked.
“Oh, I’m not sure. A bit later, I guess,” Avery said.
“What are you guys doing all day?” her aunt asked again.
Avery lied and said, “Just watching TV and texting friends—you know: the usual stuff.”
“Well, I hope you girls aren’t getting into any trouble…” Clearly her aunt was under the impression that her niece had spent the night with a female friend.
“No; we aren’t,” Avery said.
“Ok; be home no later than 10:30. You are on for breakfast, don’t forget.”
“I know—“

It was right at that point that my building orgasm released; I couldn’t hold it any longer. The sperm splashed into her cervix and triggered her own orgasm which came out as a long, sharp inhale as she did her best to keep it quiet.

I could hear her aunt ask, “What’s the matter?”
Avery covered up her orgasm by turning the sound into that of a yawn and said, “Nothing; just yawning.”
Her aunt said, “Oh, ok; for a second there it sounded like you were having sex!”
Avery’s tone turned sarcastic and she said, “Yeah, right: that’s what I’m doing—I’m having sex right now. That’s why I answered the phone: because what better time to have a phone conversation than when having sex? Isn’t that when YOU take phone calls from people?”
“Oh for crying out loud, I get it!” her aunt said, buying Avery’s deception.
They both reiterated the time to be home and said goodbye before hanging up.
“Wow, that was…weird,” I said.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s ok. It just…reminded me of something. It’s a long story—forget it.”

Avery didn’t ask any questions and we went back to expressing our feelings for each other. I knew I would never get tired of this girl—even when we were both old and gray, I was going to be in Love with her.

It was starting to get late and I knew we needed to get ready to take Avery home. We took another shower together, but this time I washed her from head to toe; paying close attention to every square inch of her perfect skin. By the time I had finished, there was not one part of her lovely body that had not felt my gentle touch—even obscure parts like her eyelids and between her toes... We finished showering and I dried her off before drying myself. She was collecting her clothes which were still in a pile on the floor from the night before. When she picked up the black thong, she looked at it for a second and then turned to face me.

“These are the last panties I wore as a virgin,” she said with a bit of nostalgia. “I want you to keep them—something to have to remember last night.”
I said, “I would never need something to remember last night, but I would love to have them. Thank you,” I said as she handed them to me.

We kissed for a minute, both of us still completely naked. But then it was time to put an end to ‘naked day’ and get dressed so she could go home. I got dressed as Avery put on her change of clothes that she had in her back pack—pink lacy panties and a white bra to start, then stretchy denim shorts (really short) and a baby blue tank top. She put her clothes from the day before in her back pack (minus the panties she gave me) and it was time to go. We talked on the drive back to her place and it seemed we would never stop learning more about each other and the more we learned, the more we realized how great we were as a match. We pulled up to her aunt’s place and she didn’t have to tell me not to get out of the car to walk her to the door: her aunt was clearly home and walking to the door with her may not have gone over so well. We said ‘good night’ and I waited until she was inside before driving away. I was half way home before I realized I was singing with joy and a big stupid grin was decorating my face. I did find myself wondering why she was so worried about her aunt knowing that she was with me; she was an adult, after all—she could make those decisions for herself. But then, I knew some family members could be a bit domineering and perhaps she just didn’t feel like dealing with that. And I was fine with that.

Avery and I continued seeing each other regularly. We called and texted countless times every day. Mondays, Tuesdays, and Saturdays were the best days for us to spend time together. She didn’t always spend the night on a Monday and I couldn’t take many days off to be with her, but we still managed to have our ‘alone’ time. I would take her out to do something fun regularly and we grew closer and closer as time went on. Neither of us ever said ‘I Love you’ directly, but only because it just didn’t need to be said. It would have been like saying, ‘oh, by the way, water is wet,’ or ‘the sun is hot.’ We both KNEW how the other felt.

We had been together for about two months when I went shopping for a ring. I was long since ready to ask her to marry me; I just didn’t want to ‘rush’ her by asking too soon. But I knew she was thinking about it now. She was dropping ‘subtle hints’ from time to time; she would see a magazine featuring a wedding dress and remark about how pretty it was or if there was an old couple she would ponder out loud if they were as happy as we are. She thought she was being subtle, but I was so in-tune with her that she couldn’t have been more obvious if she was carrying a flashing neon sign that read, ‘I want you to propose to me’.

It took me a while to find the right ring. I couldn’t get a really expensive one or else she would question how I was able to afford it and I didn’t want her walking around with a fleck of diamond dust, either. But, I figured that the ring would be a ‘temporary’ ring and I would get her a really nice one after we were married. Then I thought about when/where to ‘pop the question’. I didn’t know if I should go for the cheesy public proposal that most girls seemed to love because of the extra attention, or if I should go with the private, more intimate one. Weighing the pros and cons, I decided that the public proposal was probably not the way to go. There was a clear age difference between us, not that it mattered to either of us, but I didn’t want some jerk to make a rude comment pointing it out that could be overheard by Avery and ruin the experience for her (and me). It didn’t take long to decide how to do it once I decided on the private setting.

A few months passed since buying the ring and it was killing me that the right time had not come up. But then Avery was spending the night with me and a perfect chance came up. She had a habit of sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair before bed and that was what she was doing at that moment. I had stashed the ring in a hole in the bottom of the box spring near her usual spot and I ‘accidentally’ dropped something and ‘accidentally’ kicked it under the bed. Avery laughed at me.

“You klutz,” she teased.
“I know, right?” I agreed while I got down on my hands and knees to ‘find the item’, but instead retrieved the ring.
Before coming back up and ‘still looking for the kicked item’ I said, “I just remembered: there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” I was still ‘looking’ under the bed.
Avery said, “I’m not sure I like the sound of that…”
“Well,” I said, “It’s a bit of a confession, I guess.”
“What is it?” she asked some-what guarded. She stopped brushing her hair.
I said, “Well, this is the thing.” I stopped looking under the bed and came up on one knee. She still had no idea that I was in the ‘proposal position’ and I was still hiding the box in my hand. I continued, my tone changed to more serious, “Avery, you are the most amazing person I have ever known. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I can’t imagine my future without you. When I envision achieving my goals, my hopes and dreams in life, you are the main, predominating feature in each of those visions. To put it simply: I can’t picture my life without you. I’m completely in Love with you and that is why I want to ask you to be my wife. Avery, will you marry me?”

Avery was crying before I was half way through my proposal. She was nodding emphatically when I was saying ‘…can’t picture my life without you…’ and when I was saying ‘…completely in Love…’ she was saying ‘yes, yes, yes, of course yes! Oh my god I Love you, yes!’ She was crying and laughing at the same time as only a girl can do as she fell into my arms. I don’t think she had even seen the ring yet at that point. I probably could have given her a twist-tie from a loaf of bread and she would have said ‘yes’. Her sobs of overwhelming joy eased and she pulled back to look at me. I presented her with the ring and she was grinning from ear to ear as she held out her hand. I placed the ring on her finger and she admired it for a few seconds before remarking that it was perfect and beautiful. She pulled me in tighter than ever and we just embraced on the floor there.

I said, “I should warn you: don’t hold it too close to your face.”
Avery was confused and asked, “Why not?”
I answered, “Because, next to you, even a diamond will look as dull as a common rock.”

Avery laughed and kissed me all over my face. I’d never seen her so happy and it was my goal to keep her happy for the rest of my life; all other considerations were a distant second. We went to bed and made Love again. As always, it was incredible being with her. We couldn’t count the number of times we had been intimate by that point, and each time was just as mind blowing as the first time.

The next morning came and I woke up holding my fiancé; my future wife. I could tell she was already awake by her breathing.
“Good morning, my Love,” I said.
Avery said, “Good morning, baby.”
We held each other for a while and then she spoke first.
“So, I have a confession, too,” she said.
I smiled and asked with a slight chuckle, “What is your confession?”
Her face was unusually serious and I became a bit worried. She said, “There is something I’ve been keeping from you, but it’s not like what you were ‘keeping from me’. This could be serious.”
I said, “Ok. Whatever it is, I’m sure it will be fine. You can tell me.”
Avery breathed hard and swallowed. She said, “Well, it’s sort of about my school.”
I could see she was having a hard time with this confession. It was the first time she ever had trouble finding words with me and I found myself trying to help her.
“You mean about how you haven’t picked a major yet?” I asked.
She said, “Yes and no; that’s part of it. I mean, it’s true…technically…”
I said, “I’m not sure I understand. Did you drop out of college or something?”
She answered, “Noooooo….,” drawing out the ‘O’ as if to suggest I was on the right track.
“You never went to college?” I asked.
She said, “Right….”
“That’s ok. But when we first met, why did you tell me you transferred here to go to school? You even said you were a sophomore.”
“Well, I said I was a sophomore because I WAS a sophomore.”
Now I was really confused.
“But you just said that you never went to college? I don’t understand.”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. OK: when I told you I transferred to go to school here, you sort of assumed I was going to college…and I… sort of let you… assume… that…” Her words began to separate with pauses as she was connecting the dots for me. Her words soaked in for a few moments when she continued, “But I was being honest when I said I didn’t have a major picked out for college and I was honest when I said I was a sophomore. You just thought I was a 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 graduating high school when she told her aunt that she ‘met a guy’ and that she really ‘liked’ me. Her aunt went nuts when Avery told her that I was 38 years old, but Avery stood her ground and said that she was going to ‘date’ me if she wanted to and there was nothing her aunt could do about it. I didn’t like it that her aunt disapproved, but I wasn’t surprised either: she was just a few years younger than I was.

Eventually Avery’s aunt accepted defeat and stopped protesting about the relationship between us. I don’t think she ever really fully accepted us, though. When Avery was 18 and a half, we announced our engagement. Avery’s aunt hugged her silently as if to say, ‘I hope you know what you are doing’. She looked at me and said, ‘you better not hurt her.’ I assured her that I would never dream of hurting her and that was the truth. I asked Stan to be my best man. He thought I was lying when I told him I asked Avery to marry me. He was even pissed that I didn’t tell him we had started dating, although, I think he would have been even madder if he knew WHEN we started dating and how old she was.

We were married in a small ceremony the same day Avery turned 19. She was unbelievably gorgeous in her wedding dress. And there were plenty of jokes about me only needing to remember one date (birthday/anniversary) for the year and how that was going to come in handy as the Alzheimer’s set in over the next few years. But we took it all in good stride.

After the reception, I took my bride back to the little apartment, just as she expected we would go. I even carried her over the threshold. We made Love for the first time as husband and wife and the feeling seemed even more intense than before. It was almost hard to believe that I’d been making Love to her for almost three years now and that magic was growing, not fading. We made Love for hours as we usually did and eventually fell asleep, content in each other’s arms.

The next morning I had a surprise for my new wife. She still didn’t know that I had a great paying job and plenty of money and I thought of a funny way to tell her. It had been a while since I spent any real time at my actual home, but I checked on it at least once a week and I had services come in from time to time to do the lawn and dust/clean inside (not that it needed much cleaning). I suggested we go for a drive—just to ‘site-see’ and she thought it was a great idea. So, after breakfast (she made instant pancakes in honor of our very first breakfast together) we got dressed and went for a drive. I pretended to be driving around aimlessly but I knew exactly where I was going. We were driving through my (now OUR) neighborhood when I started talking about all of the nice houses in this area. Avery agreed but said that she liked our apartment just fine. I stopped the car on the street in front of my house and looked at it as if for the first time.

“Yeah, our apartment works for us, but can you imagine how nice it would be to start our family in a house like THAT?”
Avery looked at our house and said, “It sure is beautiful. And it has a nice yard. But there is a playground at the apartments and kids love playgrounds.”
I said, “But if we had a house like that, we could put up a playground of our own.” Then I pretended to come up with a sudden impulsive idea. “Come on! Let’s go check it out!”
“WHAT?! Are you crazy?” she asked me as I shut the car off and was getting out.
“No, come on,” I said as I went around to her door and opened it. I took her hand and coxed her out, pulling her behind me.
“You are going to get us arrested!” she said in protest.
“No: I bet no one is even home! Come on! And if they are, we’ll just ask them if this is the Lipinstein residence and when they say it isn’t, we’ll just say ‘sorry—wrong address’ and we’ll leave.”
Avery said to herself, “I married a lunatic…”

We walked up to the house and Avery was so scared I thought she might pee herself. I started looking in the windows and she was doing her best to hide. I told her to look inside and she did reluctantly. She agreed it was beautiful and asked if we could go.

“Not yet; let’s check out the back yard.”
She said, “Baby, you’re scaring me. let’s just go?”
I said, “Don’t be afraid—trust me. It’s going to be fine.” She followed but only because I had her hand and was pulling her along. We circled around back and “surprise” no one was in the back yard either. She seemed to relax a little since no one could see us from the front. I walked right up to the back door (which was all glass) and Avery hid in the bushes. I looked inside and then tried the door handle—it was locked.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Avery shouted in a whisper.
I said, “It’s locked. They have an alarm system, but I can see it isn’t set.” Then I looked around for a hidden key. ‘Amazingly’, I found one. Avery came out of the bushes and pleaded with me not to go in.
“Oh, they might have a dog—good call,” I said. I knocked on the door a few times and no one answered, no dog came running. I put the key in the lock and turned it. The door opened and Avery was doing the ‘pee dance’.
“ARE YOU A BURGLAR?” she asked afraid the answer might be ‘yes’.
“What? No, I’m not a burglar: I just want to look around. Come on!”

Avery didn’t want to come in, but she did any way—perhaps to try and get me to leave earlier than what she thought I might on my own. We walked quietly around the house and she had to admit it was really nice. She especially loved the kitchen and couldn’t stop herself from marveling over it. She was whispering how nice everything was as she tip-toed around. I wandered off into the living room and called for her to come and see it.

“SHHHH! Keep your voice down!” she whispered as loud as she could. She came as fast as her toes could stealthily carry her and she loved the living room too. I said we should check out the bedrooms and she became deadly serious.
“NO, NO, NO!!! What the hell is WRONG with you? You are going to get us killed!”
“I promise I am not going to get us killed. Let’s check out one more room and we’ll go, ok?”
“You promise?” she asked.
“I promise,” I said.

She agreed and I led her into my office. She was looking around like a timid mouse. I went over to the desk and started looking through some of my mail. She found an older picture of me with my parents and she was studying it carefully; not quite putting the pieces together.

Finally she whispered, “They have a kid that looks a lot like you.”
“Really?” I said. “That’s weird. And look at their mail: he has the same name as me.”
“What? Really?” she asked.

I handed her the envelope and she looked at it curiously. At first she only noticed that the first name was the same. A few seconds later, she saw that the last name was the same, too. Then she noticed the middle initial was the same. Her eyebrows pushed together and her forehead wrinkled in utter confusion. Then she looked back to the picture and pieces started falling in place but still not fully connecting.

“Is this your parent’s place?”
“No, it’s not!”
“I’m serious, babe! Is this your parent’s home?” she asked again.
“I’m serious! It really isn’t!”
“How is this possible? We break into a random place and they have your same name and a kid that looks like you? This is too much…”
“It’s not a random place, actually,” I said.
“What do you mean? Whose place is this? Stop playing!”
“It’s our place.”

Avery looked at me as if waiting for the punch line.
“It’s our place,” I said again. “This is my mail. That is me with my parents—I put that picture there. That is our TV out there; that is our kitchen. That is our yard out there and this is the hidden key for the back door,” I said holding up the key I ‘found’.
Avery sat down in the chair behind her with a thump. She looked around in a daze, still trying to process it all.

“But…how?” she asked.
I said, “I have a really good job that pays really well.”
“But, what about the apartment? Why…?”
“No one can ever say you married me for my money—not when you didn’t know I had any. And the other reason is I was tired of girls dating me because of my things. Sure, I knew early on that you were not like those other girls, but I didn’t tell you sooner because I thought this would be sort of a nice ‘wedding surprise’. I hope you don’t mind.”

My new bride smiled and shook her head. “No, I don’t mind at all. This is so beautiful. I feel like a princess in here!”
“I’d prefer to think of you as my queen… princesses and princes can come later.”
Avery jumped into my arms and more tears of joy flowed from her. ‘Mission accomplished,’ I thought.
“Would you like me to show you the rest of our home?”

She nodded as I took her hand and escorted her through the house and she loved every square foot of it. I could tell that she had never even considered having a place like this. After I gave her the grand tour, she had one question for me.

“Can we afford to keep the apartment?”
“Why would you want to keep that tiny apartment?” I asked.
“That’s our first place! We don’t have to stay there, of course, but we could use it as a little ‘get away’—a place to visit and ‘remember when’. You know?”
I said, “I know exactly what you mean. Yes; we can keep the apartment.”

That was good news to her and I was actually glad that she had thought of it. We left most things at the apartment so that they would be there if we needed them, but we moved the rest of her things into our home. When her aunt saw the place, she changed her mind about me and said that I wasn’t the looser she thought I was before.

Two months passed after we were married and Avery started getting sick. She had gone off of her birth control just before we got married and we suspected she might be pregnant. A simple home test gave a resounding positive result, so we made an appointment for an OB/GYN and they ordered a blood test which confirmed it. We were getting started on a family!

Avery’s pregnancy went perfectly. I loved watching her belly grow with my baby inside. And as beautiful as she was, she was just as beautiful while pregnant. Pregnancy did nothing to slow her desire to make Love, either. It was rare for a day to go by that she didn’t want to express our Love that way. When she was just over four months along, an ultra sound showed that my queen was going to give birth to a little princess: we were having a girl. Neither of us cared if it was a boy or girl—as long as the baby was healthy and Avery’s doctor said the baby looked perfect in all respects.

Baby Elizabeth was born in mid December and we were officially a family. The baby was just as perfect and beautiful as her mother; I could not have been more proud. Avery was still breastfeeding Elizabeth when she said she couldn’t wait to do it again. We waited until Elizabeth was about 5 months old and we began trying again to have a baby. A month later, Elizabeth was being weaned when Avery became pregnant. She used the same doctor and he put her on the same vitamin regiment as before. Avery handled being pregnant like it was her favorite thing to do. And, to a certain extent, it was ONE of her favorite things to do.

The months passed and our Love grew stronger each day. Her belly was again swollen with my baby, but this time we discovered we were having a little boy. I never wanted to have my son referred to as ‘JR’, so we named him after my father. Michael was born in early March and he was perfectly healthy, too. He looked more like me, but with several of his mother’s features, too. Our family was growing and we both wanted to keep going. So we did.

Over the next several years, Avery gave birth to two more of our children—both of them girls: first it was Valerie and then Samantha. With so many young children and babies in the house, you would think that Avery would be pulling her hair out. But she was an amazing mother and able to handle anything that came her way. In fact, we were even debating having another baby.

On occasion, Avery’s aunt would come over to baby sit the kids so we could go out and have some ‘alone time’. It was because of one such occasion that I would end up getting a bit of a huge shock to my life.
Avery was at the store getting groceries and I stayed home with the kids. She was home with them all day and going to the store was a break for her; not to mention doing grocery shopping with 4 young kids is a BIG job. Avery’s aunt showed up before Avery got back from the store and she had a box of stuff with her.

“I found this in the attic the other day,” she said. “It must have been missed when Avery moved out; I figured she would want it…”

I thanked her for bringing it over and took the box from her, setting it down on the kitchen table. Avery could go through it when she got home. The kids came running and crawling when they saw their great-aunt. She was actually really good with them and I could tell she loved them all. We (she) had buried the hatchet between us a long time ago now.

Avery came home with a car full of groceries and I went out to start unloading. I told her that her aunt brought some of her stuff and told her to go in and sit down—I would take care of the bags. She went in and I began shuttling bags inside. Each trip inside, I saw she was going through the items and it looked like they were mostly old photos. As I finished bringing in the groceries, Avery called me over to show me some of the pictures. She was flipping through some of them when one caught my eye. It was a picture of several girls about Avery’s age, but the picture was older. The girl in the center of the group looked familiar.

A long forgotten memory flashed back to me… The following ran through my mind in an instant…

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While in college, I met a girl that seemed pretty special. Her name was Noreen (I never got her last name). We went out once and I felt…something, but she didn’t want to date again after that. This was a first for me: no girl had ever turned me down for a second date before. I asked her why she didn’t want to go out again and she used the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line. I told her that I was practically the owner of that line having used it at least twice a month for the previous six years! But she assured me that it was an issue she was dealing with, so I let it go.

A few weeks passed by and Noreen sought me out. I was doing some research in the library and she took a chair across from me. I could see that she had been upset about something: her eyes were a mess. I asked her what was wrong and she said she had just come from her oncologist with some bad news. The moment she said ‘oncologist’, I knew what the news was: Noreen had cancer.

“What is the prognosis:” I asked, skipping the question of ‘what kind of cancer do you have’? I figure people with cancer are less concerned about ‘what kind’ as opposed to ‘am I going to live’.
“Actually, the prognosis is pretty good,” Noreen said 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 do 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 embarrassing for me to ask, but I can’t mess this up.”
I said, “That’s ok, I understand; go ahead and ask.”
She said, “Between now and when you come over, you can’t have sex with anyone or even ‘jerk off’: you need to have as many ‘swimmers’ as possible. Ok?”

I gave a half-chuckle and said, “That’s more than ok: I was planning on that anyway.”
Noreen gave me a quick nod and said, “Good. Ok: I’m going to get going because I’m a bit embarrassed. Thank you again—see you Saturday?” She slipped me a folded piece of paper with her phone number and address.
“See you Saturday,” I agreed and she turned and left.

The rest of the week went by at a snail’s pace. I couldn’t believe that I was going to father a baby with this girl. I was only 20 and I was pretty sure she was a freshman; only 18. Who intentionally impregnates a girl when they don’t even know her last name? I guess I do. But these were unusual circumstances for sure. And I couldn’t even talk about it with my friends—that’s what made it tough. But I knew that Noreen wanted discretion and, besides, my friends would never let me hear the end of it.
Saturday finally arrived and I called Noreen to see when she wanted me to come over. She said she was ready, so any time was fine with her and I told her I’d be over soon. As I walked up to her apartment door, she opened it before I had a chance to knock and invited me in. She asked if I wanted anything to drink or eat and I thanked her but said I was ‘ok’.
“Shall we just get started, then?” she asked.
“I’m going to just follow your lead, if that’s ok with you.” I said.

She nodded her head and said, “Ok.” Noreen took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Once there, she stripped off her tank top and denim shorts before moving to the far side of her double bed. She was wearing a matching black lace bra and panty set. She was incredibly sexy without even trying. She got in bed under the covers and I stripped down to my boxers and joined her. From the motion of the bedspread, I could tell she had just removed her panties, so I did the same thing with my boxers. The thought occurred to me that we were about to have sex and we hadn’t even seen each other naked. But I was fine with that: this wasn’t about ‘us’. Noreen rolled away from me and asked me to unhook her bra, which I did. She removed the bra and I got a nice look at her breasts; they were spectacular. I moved in close to her and began massaging her. She was a bit tense and jumped slightly to my touch.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m just a little more nervous than I thought I’d be.”

I nodded in understanding and just continued massaging her; gently at first and slowly increasing pressure after a while. After about 30 minutes of massaging, I could tell she wasn’t nervous any more. Before I could ask if she was ready, she told me herself.
“Ok: I’m ready now.”

I rolled over on top of her without putting my weight on her and placed my dick at the entrance to her vagina and she just looked at me and nodded. I pushed forward carefully and my cock began forcing her vaginal lips apart as she slowly drew in a lung full of air. To my astonishment, I felt the unmistakable sensation of ripping tissues around my cock head: she had been a virgin until now! She let out a sharp squeak of pain which she quickly stifled by biting her lip.
“I’m sorry: I didn’t know…”
“It’s ok: keep going.”

I pushed in some more and I could feel her blood coating me, allowing me to slip inside of her easier. She inhaled sharply and sighed slowly. I stopped for a moment and let her relax before continuing. I took my time with her since it was her first time. Between the thrill of popping her cherry and not having an orgasm for over a week, my orgasm was building fast. I wanted to prolong it for a while, so I tried thinking of other things. But then she starting making sounds of pleasure that only a girl having sex can make and before I knew it, by cock was about to erupt. I began to thrust into her with a bit more power and she responded with increased pleasure. Knowing my orgasm was imminent, I pushed as deep inside of Noreen as I could and blew my large, powerful load into her cervix. I could feel her cervix pulsing at the sensation and I knew my semen was entering her womb. I continued holding myself deep inside of her until well after our orgasms passed to give her the best chance possible of becoming pregnant. When I finally pulled out, she brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs; squeezing them and wiggling on the bed.

“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I heard this increases the chances of conception.”
“Oh, that makes sense. Can I get you anything—something to drink, maybe?”
“No thank you; I’ll get something in a few minutes. Help yourself to anything and make yourself comfortable.”
I was a little surprised that she wanted me to stay around. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go? I thought you didn’t want…”
She cut me off saying, “No, I don’t want you to go yet: I want to try again in a little while.”

I nodded in understanding, trying to hide my surprise while I got up and put on my boxers. I turned and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. I stood there slowly sipping on my water and was about half way finished when Noreen joined me in the kitchen. She opted to just wear the black bra and panty set as opposed to getting fully dressed again. My eyes were fixated on her amazing body as she pulled a water bottle from the fridge and opened it. She spoke first.

“I want to thank you again for helping me with my situation.”
I said, “You are welcome, of course. And, can I just say you look amaz…”
She interrupted me quickly. “No—please don’t. I’m sorry; it’s just that I don’t want things to get weird or complicated. While I’m facing so much uncertainty, I can’t afford to complicate things by allowing ‘this’ to get emotional. I hope that doesn’t make me sound like a cold-hearted bitch and that you can understand where I’m coming from…”
I understood perfectly and nodded. “You are right. And no, you don’t sound like a ‘cold-hearted bitch’. I didn’t mean it as a pick-up line; I just meant it—period.”

We made small talk between sips of water and I was careful not to say things that could be taken as overly complimentary. After talking for about 45 minutes, she asked if I was ready to go again and I told her that I was still following her lead. She turned towards the bedroom and I followed. When we reached her room, she removed her bra before getting in bed; clearly she was more comfortable with me now. I slipped out of my boxers before getting in bed and I caught her eyes flash as she viewed my hardening cock. She made no mention of it, perhaps because she didn’t want to ‘complicate things’. She removed her panties as she did before and said she was ready. We weren’t making love, but we weren’t fucking either. This was sex for the sole purpose of procreation.

Our ‘second round’ took longer (naturally) and before long, she was panting and moaning like a porn star. She was grabbing fists full of blankets, pillows, or even her own hair as she fought for her orgasm. She had a powerful one after about 20 minutes and I was nowhere near ready to cum. I slowed down during her orgasm and continued once it passed. Five minutes later, she had another one which was much smaller this time. I could feel my orgasm building, but it felt like it was ‘waiting’ for something. I increased my pace gradually and Noreen’s moans became more vocal and grew in volume. Her pussy started to constrict on my shaft and I knew she was getting ready to have a strong orgasm. Her legs wrapped around me and she used them to pull me in tight. As she did, my orgasm finally released like a cannon shot and the moment the cum blasted into her cervix, her orgasm hit her like a heavyweight champ. She was a screamer! Her vaginal walls squeezed and milked my cock for every drop it could get. I could once again feel her cervix pulsing and she could feel my heart racing with the pulsing of my swollen dick, buried to the hilt inside of her. I was going to stay buried there, but she said that she wanted to do her ‘exercises’ right away. So I rolled off of her and she kicked the comforter off of her. She raised her feet up in the air, resting on just her shoulders, neck and head; supporting her ass with her hands. Noreen was ‘peddling’ her feet in the air on an invisible, upside-down bicycle. I got up and put on my boxers which made a lewd tent.

“I don’t think I can go another round today,” she said while continuing her ‘cycling’.
“Ok. Do you want me to go?” I asked.
“You don’t HAVE to go. You can get something to eat if you like.”
I thought about staying for a moment and decided that she probably wanted me to go but was worried about sounding rude or ungrateful, so I decided I should probably go.
I said, “Thank you, but I should probably go. Can I get you anything?”
“No thanks; I’m ok. I’m just going to do my exercises for now. You will come back tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, of course. Let me know if I can bring you anything.”
“You are bringing me enough already! But thank you.”

I laughed and told her she was welcome and that I would see her tomorrow before getting my clothes, leaving and giving her some privacy. On the way home, I thought about what we were trying to accomplish and how we were going about it. It was surreal because, while we were doing our best to keep things ‘clinical’, it seemed like this was important on an emotional level. I didn’t know how to explain it better than that, but there was just this intangible feeling that this was bigger than either of us realized. The more I thought about how to define the feeling, the harder it got to define it, so I shook the thoughts away and let it go.

Noreen had said not to get her anything, but I felt a little guilty about that. Sure, I was doing this for her benefit, but I was getting to have sex with a beautiful girl (not to mention she had been a virgin) and I didn’t have to give anything (besides a few million ‘swimmers’) in return? This was virtually unheard of! While in the shower, I was trying to think of something I could get her that she wouldn’t think of as me trying to start a relationship with her. But I didn’t know that much about her on a personal level; everything was being kept so ‘practical’. I was thinking, “What do you get a girl that is trying to get pregnant that is completely impersonal, yet says ‘I’m here for you’?” As soon as I thought it, I had the answer and I’d be sure to pick it up tomorrow.

The next day, I stopped by the store and picked up Noreen’s ‘gift’ before making my way to her apartment. I knocked on her door and she answered it after only a few seconds. I presented her with the gift still ‘wrapped’ in the plastic bag it was tossed in from the store.

“I bought you a present,” I said holding it out for her.
“Um, I told you not to…”
“Trust me: it’s not a big deal—just take it.”

Noreen took the bag and peered inside. She smiled to one side of her mouth, amused, and looked up at me. She reached in and pulled out the home pregnancy tester and said, “Gee, you shouldn’t have.”
“I figure that might come in handy in a few weeks; hopefully with some positive results.”

She nodded her head in agreement and thanked me. I found myself wondering if she could already be pregnant, but I knew it was still way too early for the tester to detect that. So, it was best for us to just ‘continue the plan’. I noticed that she had on a plain white t-shirt, but opted to go without a bra. Her nipples were poking through the thin cotton fabric proudly. She was wearing a pair of black shorts that were so tight that I could tell she wasn’t wearing panties. Those shorts would have been tight on a ten year old! I had to unbutton my shorts as they were starting to become almost as tight on me (to make room for my growing erection). Noreen pulled her t-shirt off, then her shorts, and waited for me to finish undressing. I finally saw her in a normal stance, naked, and she had a spectacular body. Her breasts were either a large ‘B’ or small ‘C’ cup, her abs were flat and she had just a little strip of trimmed sandy-blonde hair hovering above her pussy—matching her hair and eyebrows perfectly. She was a vision, for sure. Once I was naked, we got in bed and began trying to make a baby again. Our actions we so absent of love or even lust, that I actually noticed she had put clean sheets and pillowcases on the bed. Normally, I wouldn’t have noticed if a marching band entered the room and played the national anthem while having sex. But this was different.

We had sex several times that day and each time she performed her exercises afterwards. Before leaving for the night, we discussed the next day’s schedule; we both had classes in the morning, so we couldn’t be having sex all day. She said that it was important to get some time in because according to her period tracker, she should be ovulating within the next two days. I told her I would skip my study time in the library and meet her as soon as she got back from her last class around 1:30. She said that was a good plan and we said ‘good night’ before I parted to go home.

My first class was at 8:00 and let out at just after 9:00. I had almost a full hour before my second class, so I was going over some homework in the library when Noreen walked in. She came over to me and asked if she could talk to me somewhere private. Not knowing what the problem was, I said ‘sure’ and got up to go with her.

She led the way towards the back of the library and, once we had some privacy, she opened a cleaning closet and pulled me inside. Without a word, she began opening the front of my pants and I knew what she wanted to ‘talk about’. I took over taking my pants down and she pulled her skirt up over her hips. I grabbed her panties by the sides and pulled them down to her feet while she stepped out of them; they were red and made of silk. Noreen jumped up into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I was already hard as a diamond and my cock wanted to find her warm, wet spot desperately.

I lowered her down and my cock entered her on the first try. I started thrusting up into her and her hair bounced with each movement. She pulled her shirt off so fast, I barely saw it happen. My hands were supporting her under her beautiful ass and she was riding me like a pogo stick. We kept at it for a few minutes, and then I decided I wanted to see that pretty ass of hers. So I set her down and had her turn around, bending over.

She stretched out her hands, placing them on the wall for support and I reentered her from behind. I grabbed her by her hips and began thrusting into her at a quickened pace. My pelvis was gently slapping her ass and I was being given a nice show: Noreen had a beautiful, perfectly shaped butt. My cock was coated with her vaginal secretions and I was watching it repeatedly sink into her wet pussy. Noreen began pushing back into me with force so I increased the pressure in my thrusting.

The slapping of her ass increased in both volume and frequency; her butt cheeks would ripple once with each slap. She reached back with one hand and began playing with her clit but had trouble pushing back with the loss of leverage against the wall. So I leaned down and took over her clitoral stimulation for her. She put her hand back on the wall and continued pushing back on my cock. I found my free hand slipping under her bra; pushing it up and off to expose one breast so I could play with it.

Noreen’s pussy began to squeeze on my cock and, as soon as it did, my orgasm released like an explosion inside of her. I grabbed her by both hips and pushed myself inside of her as deep as I could go as my dick continued to convulse, sending more semen deep into her fertile womb. Noreen grabbed some paper towels off of the shelf and began to stand up straight. As she did, I let my dick slide out and it was a gooey mess. She cleaned herself off and I grabbed a few towels to do the same for myself. I noted that using paper towels to clean my dick was not the most comfortable thing in the world to say the least. But it would have to do for now. We got dressed quickly and peaked out the door to make sure no one saw us coming out of the cleaning closet. The coast looked clear, so we departed quickly; going our separate ways without a word between us.

I gathered up my things and went to my next class. It wasn’t until I was in class that I realized how much I smelled like sex. I could tell that others around me could smell it as well, but no one actually said anything. Because the smell was so strong and I was having trouble concentrating, I skipped my last class for the day; I had the reading assignment and decided it would be more productive to get a shower and read the assignment at my place. By the time I was due at Noreen’s, I’d finished my reading and felt comfortable with the information, so I packed it up and went to her place. No sooner did I get there did we start our ‘project’. I was losing count of the number of times we’d had sex over the last three days and each time was getting better (although I dared not say so). She seemed to be enjoying it more and more as well, but I didn’t want to ask her for fear of ‘making things weird’. After unleashing another load inside of Noreen, she began doing her ‘bicycle’ exercises while I just lay there recovering when she had a question for me.

“Would you mind staying over—just for tonight?”
“What?” I asked a little surprised.
“It’s just that I’m certain that I’m ovulating now and I want to get as many sessions in tonight as we can.”
“Um, Sure; I guess that would be ok. That makes sense, too.”

Noreen thanked me for going the ‘extra distance’ for her and transitioned from bicycle exercises to kicking her legs back and forth in the air like a swimmer’s kick. She was certainly not taking any chances! She was getting as much inside of her as she could and not leaving it up to just ‘chance’. I watched in wonderment; wondering what it would be like to be in her place. I had discovered (from her) that she was in fact only 18, and here she was facing a cancer that would soon rob her of the ability to know life beyond her own; she was working hard to get pregnant with some guy she barely knew, and was prepared to raise the baby without any help from me, or anyone else as far as I knew. I figured she probably had parents that would help, but it still would be a scary thing to go through. I watched her finish the exercises and realized how much I admired her for her bravery. After that first day of finding out about her ovarian cancer, she never cried about it again. I don’t think I would have taken it as well as she did. But then again, maybe I was helping her deal with the news. Perhaps she was only able to handle it as well as she was because she had a good prospect of having a child now. But who knows, really?

We continued having sex for the rest of the night; taking short breaks in between sessions. Sometimes the breaks were only for 10 to 15 minutes; sometimes they were for almost an hour. And other times we would just keep going without stopping. It wasn’t until sometime around 5:00am that we both fell asleep, completely exhausted.

When my alarm on my phone went off at 7:30, I wanted to through it through the wall. But I got up and went to get a shower anyway; I didn’t even bother to pick up any clothes. While in the shower, I was suddenly snapped fully awake when Noreen joined me. She said ‘good morning’ in a sleepy voice; eyes mostly still shut. I said good morning back and moved to give her the front position under the shower head. I offered to wash her back and she just simply nodded. I soaped up her back and she leaned forward to rinse it off. But then she leaned forward some more until she was bent over at the waist and began backing up to me.

My dick went hard at the first notion of what she wanted and I was ready to perform. I stepped up placing my hands on her firm, sexy ass and sunk my cock back into her pussy again. I pushed in to the hilt and water from the shower pooled between us and overflowed over her ass and over the sides of my lap. As I began thrusting in and out of her, water would collect and then shoot up and onto her back while making sounds that sounded pornographic. It was pretty erotic, actually.

I started to think that if she wasn’t pregnant by now, then it just wasn’t going to happen—ever. But we weren’t taking any chances. I started to picture what she would look like 7 to 9 months from now and it made my dick even harder. Noreen was very attractive and the thought of her walking around with my baby growing inside of her made her that much hotter. I blew my load with that thought and held it there for a few moments before pulling out. We cleaned off quickly and both got out of the shower at the same time. We made small talk while drying off and when she went to get dressed for class, I noticed she was walking funny. I gave myself a mental ‘high five’. And, when I thought about it, my legs hurt, too. We agreed that I would sleep over again that night since she was still in her most fertile part of her cycle.

Coffee and energy shots were my friend that day; I would have been a complete waste without them. Somehow I managed to make it through my classes, though. When I made it back over to Noreen’s, she invited me in as always.

“I want to show you something,” she said.
“Ok; what is it?” I asked.
“Look at what you did to me!” She dropped her shorts and panties and displayed her vagina to me. Her pussy and inner thighs were all bruised like she had been mercilessly gang-raped by an entire prison cell block.

“Oh my god,” I said, “That looks painful. Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said. “It’s actually not as bad as it looks. It hurts a little, but it also kind of feels good.”
“Well, I’ll try to be a little gentler, anyway.”
“That might be a good idea,” she said.

Since she already had her shorts and panties down, she simply stepped out of them and removed her tank top and bra. I joined her in getting undressed and we set about our procreation efforts. But this time I took things much slower and was careful not to do any hard, fast thrusting. I found that it took me much longer to cum that way, and it was a good bit of information to have! She seemed to enjoy it too; bonus. It took at least 30 minutes to build to the first orgasm and I was able to keep going without a break afterwards. We continued having sex without a break and I was astonished to see three hours had passed (and as many orgasms) since we started. And, I was still just as hard and I was ready to keep going. But then her phone rang. She reached for it, looked at the screen and gave me the news.

“It’s my Mother; I have to take this or else she’s just going to keep calling me.”
I started to pull out of her, but she quickly locked her legs around me and pulled me back as she answered the phone.
“Hi, Mom; now’s not a good time. Can I call you back?” Being as close to her as I was, I could hear her mom clearly.
“Oh, ok. Are you studying?” she asked.
Noreen replied, “No, we’re trying to make a baby.” I was shocked she said that but then figured her mom would probably just think she was making a crude joke.
“Does that mean he said yes?” her mom asked. Now I was really shocked!
“Yeah, Mom; he said yes. I gotta go…”
“Oh! You mean you are trying RIGHT NOW?”
“Yeah: I got my legs in the air and he’s got his penis in me right now as we speak.” I was mortified and she just winked at me.
“Oh, my; ok dear, I’ll let you go, then. OH! Can I ask you one question?”
“What is it, Mom,” Noreen asked in feigned annoyance.
“Does he have a large one?” Now I was utterly embarrassed.
Noreen sighed and said, “Yeah; it’s huge.” That made me feel good and I gave her a little thrust.
“Well good for you, dear. Good luck! I love you.”
“Love you too, Mom.”
They said good bye and hung up the phone.


“Oh my god; did you really just have that conversation?” I asked rhetorically.
“We have an open an honest relationship: it’s kind of weird but it’s good, too.”
“I gather she knows about everything going on and why we are trying to conceive a baby…”
“Yeah, she knows. It was actually her idea—mostly. Can we stop talking about my Mom now?”
“Yeah: that would be good, actually.”

We went back to having sex, but we only went for another 15 minutes before she wanted to take a break. She got up to use the bathroom and didn’t bother to put on any clothes. I got up as well, but it took another 10 minutes for my hard-on to go down. She put on a pair of panties and went to make diner. I put on my boxers and offered to help, but she told me to just sit down and rest. Dinner was served and we ate while making more small talk. After finishing eating, we sat for a while and talked more in depth about her plans for the next year if all goes well. She planned to move back close to home (but she wouldn’t say where ‘home’ was) so she could get help with raising the baby while she finished school at a local college. I was definitely not going to be part of those plans. But I knew that before accepting this deal, so that was fine. She didn’t have all of the answers, but some bridges had to be crossed only when/if you got to them.

I couldn’t help but look at Noreen’s tits. They looked large on her small frame and they were so firm they stood out proudly from her chest without the support of a bra. I wondered how they would look when they started to fill with milk; betting they would become a full ‘D’ cup, for sure. I could feel my cock starting to stir, so I stood to clear the table, but Noreen beat me to it. She dumped the dishes in the sink and we both went back to bed without a word. We had sex again all night. But this time with the slow pace we used before, we kept going almost nonstop. By the time that night was over, I must have had nearly two dozen orgasms inside of her if you totaled the four days together. The thought occurred to me that I might end up blowing my balls right through my cock, turning them inside out inside of her. That was ridiculous, of course, but every orgasm I had with her was large, earth shaking and powerful.

The following day, we went back to ‘only’ having sex several times in the evening since she was past her most fertile time. The chances were better than average that she was already pregnant anyway; we only continued to be as sure as we could. Four days after her scheduled ovulation date, we had sex for the last time. As I was getting ready to leave, she hugged me and thanked me profusely for trying to help her. I told her that I was glad to help (and WOW was that the truth!) and I hoped we succeeded. I figured there was no way we hadn’t made a baby. I had never had so much sex in such a short time in my life. Sure: I was only 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 chatted and other times we did not. She was still not showing when the term ended. I stopped her one day and asked if she would be willing to let me know how everything turned out. She said that was fine and I made sure she had my phone number and address before we parted ways. She moved back home to parts unknown to me. About 10 months later, I received a text from a blocked number that said, “Baby was born healthy and strong. Thank you so much. Surgery was a success; I’m cancer free. Hope you are well. Take care.” I’d hoped that she would at least tell me it was a boy or girl and what she named the baby, but I suppose it was none of my business.

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I snapped back to reality.

“Who are these girls?” I asked.
Avery looked at the picture and said, “The young one on the end is my aunt, I don’t know the girl next to her or these two, but the one in the center is my Mom.”
I said, “Oh that must be why she looks familiar to me: you look a lot like her.”

While it was true Avery looked a lot like her mom, I was afraid that MAYBE that wasn’t exactly why her mom looked familiar to me. Her mother looked just like Noreen! But that couldn’t be; could it? Avery said her father died in a car accident. But maybe Noreen just told her that to explain why there was no father around. My mind was racing now. I was doing the math in my head of how old I was when I ‘helped Noreen’. I ran the numbers several times and each time, no matter how I looked at it, the date came out to right about Avery’s birthday. I was trying again and again to make it come out differently in my head, but nine months equals nine months no matter how you look at it. Maybe I was remembering it wrong! That was over 20 years ago now.

“What was your mom’s name?” I asked hoping it would be anything but Noreen.
My wife answered, “Her name was Noreen. Pretty name, huh?”
My head went numb and my voice echoed in my brain as I found myself saying, “Yeah; it’s a beautiful name.”

Was it even possible that I had met, fallen in love, and then MARRIED my own biological daughter? I had FOUR children with her! We were talking about having another one, too! Somehow I had always imagined that Noreen had a little boy, not that there was a shred of evidence to suggest that. And was this why Avery was so much like me—because she was my DAUGHTER? My head was swimming. Maybe it’s still a coincidence! There was more than one person named Noreen in the world, after all. And they say everyone has a ‘twin’ out there somewhere! I was grasping at straws and I knew it.

“How did she die? You never told me and I didn’t want to ask before—it seemed a touchy subject before.”
Avery said, “I used to feel like it was my fault and I couldn’t talk about it for a long time.”
“How would it be your fault? What happened?”

Avery became a bit sad and her aunt filled in the blanks for her.

“Noreen was diagnosed with ovarian cancer when she was in her teens. She could have had surgery right away to remove it, but she opted to wait until she could have a baby. She met a guy in college, and Avery is here today because of her decision.” All doubt and improbable possibilities were gone. Avery was my biological daughter, my wife, and the mother of my four children.

A tear ran down Avery’s cheek.
Her aunt continued, “We have all told Avery that she should feel no guilt. It was your mother’s choice and she made it knowing the risks. But she said she would rather have one day with her baby and die from cancer than live without you and die of old age. They took her ovaries as soon as Avery was born and they thought they had it in time, but a few years later it started showing up in other parts of her body. It was really strange because it doesn’t run in the family like that. But they had her on chemo and radiation for a while. She lived for another 8 years but eventually her liver gave up and…”

I said, “Avery, I’m so sorry. But I’m glad she made that decision. Look at what we have; look at our beautiful babies…”
Avery smiled and said, “I know. You’re right, I know. I just wish she could have met you. I wish she could see our babies.”
Avery’s aunt said, “Are you guys still going out? You should get going if you are.”

I looked to Avery to see if she still felt like going and she said, “Yeah; I want to go out—at least for a little while.”

We said that we would be back ‘later’ which meant anywhere between 10:00 and 2:00am. We left and just started driving with no particular place in mind. Avery said she wanted to see our apartment, so we went there. She chatted about the usual things on the way there, but I was a little lost in thought. I was trying to figure out if I should tell her what I had discovered. Should I tell her that I’m her father? How does a guy tell his wife—the mother of his children—that she is his biological daughter? What would her reaction be? Would she want to get a divorce? Ironically, I didn’t want to end our marriage: I thought of her as my wife first because that was how I’d known her up until now. I didn’t raise her as my daughter. Should I just keep it a secret? I was the only one that knew, after all. No one was being hurt by the secret: all of our children were born without problems of any kind. But this was important, too. This was much bigger than keeping a secret about financial status or being a bit younger than the other believed! I was very conflicted to say the least.

When we got inside our apartment, Avery could tell something was wrong. I had been unusually quiet and she called me on it.

“You haven’t said a word since we left. What is on your mind?”
“Hm? Oh, nothing, really…” I was lying, even though I knew she could see through me.
“Don’t you dare lie to me. Something is bothering you, I can tell. I want you to feel like you can tell me anything—anything at all. As long as you can tell me you Love me, we will be fine. OK?”
“I do Love you, Avery. With all of my heart, I Love you.”
“Then what’s wrong, baby? You aren’t sick, are you?” Avery was sounding really worried about me.
“No, I’m not sick. That would actually be easier to talk about.”

Avery’s face turned grave and I had her sit on our old couch as I sat next to her. She waited in silence for me to speak. I had decided to tell her what I discovered because it was far too important not to and she deserved to know the full truth.
Not knowing where to begin, I just started speaking. “Something has come up that I have to tell you about. I have to tell you because you deserve to know.” I paused, while searching for the next thing to say then continued, “The thing is…well, it’s sort of about your Mom and your father.”

“My Mom and Dad? What about them?” she asked confused.
I said, “Well, I had never seen a picture of your Mom before tonight. I never even knew your Mom’s name before tonight. And I was ‘a bit surprised’ when I saw her picture…”
“Why is that? And what does my Dad have to do with that?”
“Your Dad: I have a feeling your Mom didn’t tell you the truth about him dying in a car accident.”

I could see she didn’t understand where I was going with this and she asked, “Why do you think that? You think he just walked out on her? Maybe he did and she just didn’t want to tell me. But I don’t see why that would bother you so much. And how would you know unless you knew them? Wait, DID you know them?” Avery asked.
I nodded and said, “Yeah, I knew your mother.”
“But not my father?” Avery asked.
“Avery, sweetie,” I said shaking my head, “I didn’t know. Your mother said she just wanted a baby—not a relationship. She went back home before you were born and I never saw her again. She never even told me if she had a boy or a girl; I never even knew her last name or what State she moved back to. You have to believe me! And when we first met, I thought you were about four years older than what Noreen’s baby would be so I never gave it a thought. And even after you told me your actual age, I figured the odds were impossible…”

Avery looked stunned and she was speechless for a few moments (which seemed like forever). Finally she spoke.

“So, if I understand you correctly, you think…I’m your daughter?”
“I don’t see any other possibility. What are we going to do?”
Avery shook her head slightly in disbelief as she thought. Then she said, “The way I see it: nothing.”
“What do you mean by ‘nothing’,” I asked.
“I mean nothing. Maybe you are my biological father, but that’s not how I know you. I met you as a young adult; we fell in Love, dated, became Lovers, got married, and we have children—beautiful children together. You aren’t my dad: you are my husband and the Love of my life. As far as I’m concerned and since no one else knows about this, we do nothing but continue our journey together.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.

Avery moved to me and straddled my lap, facing me. “I’m completely positive,” she said before kissing me gently. I returned her kiss and we began making out. Even after years of marriage, I could still feel the cells of my body ignite from her kiss. Avery pulled her top off and her bra followed right behind it. Her breasts were still spectacular, even after (or perhaps even because of) breastfeeding four babies. She pulled my shirt off of me and we made our way back to our first bedroom together. She led the way and turned to face me when we got there. I pulled her shorts down as I went down to my knees and then slipped her panties down and off of her. She had a little tuft of hair at the top of her pussy, but it was very neatly trimmed and about the size of a 50cent piece. I kissed her folds and she was just as sweet as ever. I stood up and we embraced while kissing with the passion of first-time Lovers. She took my pants and boxers off for me and returned the oral favor. We didn’t go down on each other often—we saved that for special times. Avery placed her hands on the sides of my hips, took my cock head in her mouth and began slowly bobbing up and down while looking up at me. I loved when she looked in my eyes while going down on me. I had noticed years ago that her eyes were similar to mine, but now I knew that she inherited her hazel eyes from me (Noreen had brown eyes). It was surreal to look into her eyes while she was giving me a blow job and to have those eyes remind me that she was my daughter; yet we didn’t feel like what we were doing was in any way an incest act. My orgasm was building.

“Oh baby, that is awesome! I think I’m about to cum,” I warned her. She pulled herself off of me, took my hand and moved us to the bed. I got on top of her and before I could push my dick inside of my beautiful wife, she had a bit of news for me.

“So, I should be ovulating today or tomorrow. Shall we go for number 5?”
“Are you sure you want 5?” I asked.
“Well, you have to have 5 before you get to 6! And you have to have 6 before you get to 7… this is how numbers work, you know?”
“You want to have SEVEN?” I asked surprised.
She said, “No, I want to have more than that. I want to keep having your babies until my body goes into menopause. I’ll have 20 babies with you if I can! I want to be pregnant when Elizabeth is graduating college. And I want to be pregnant again when she is pregnant with her first child.”

She was just talking silly now, but I knew she meant it that she wanted to have as many children as we could. I was not going to deny her, either.

“How did you get to be so wonderful?” I asked.
“I guess I take after my father,” she said with a wink.
“Oh, you are SO BAD!” I said as I thrust into her as though I was giving her a poke to the ribs.

We continued making Love and my building orgasm from before returned. I pushed in as far as my cock would go and my sperm blasted into her cervix over and over again. We couldn’t see it happen, but millions of my swimmers were inside of her; hundreds of thousands found their way into her womb, many of those traveled up her fallopian tubes, a fraction of those found an egg, but only one finished the job. Number 5 was on the way.

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