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He Was A Friend of Mine

By: madhatter-o-bowater



"Doctor Hatcher to radiology"

"Doctor Snow to the emergency room"

And so it went. It seemed as if we had been waiting forever and there are only so many times you can reread articles in tattered issues of Time that were two years old. I was here with my friend Cameron and he wasn't making much conversation. He was blankly flicking through an old Readers Digest, reading perhaps but mostly just staring at the pages. I can't say I blame him for not making conversation though. We were, or rather he was here, to finally figure out what was making him so sick all the time. I was just here for moral support. He hadn't been well for a while but he just thought it was a lingering flu. Then his glands swelled up, and the nosebleeds started. It had culminated 3 days ago in a late night trip to the emergency room when a nosebleed just wouldn't stop. The doctor had ordered some tests and they were back from the lab. Cameron wasn't expecting it to be good news. Given the state of our health care system, getting called back to the doctor after 3 days indicated a problem. A big problem.

When I looked up the doctor was towering over us. He was tall and slim with beautiful dark eyes, almost the exact shade as mine. He was a good looking young doctor. Every girls dream I guess. On any other day I would have made note that but I had more on my mind today.

"You must be Cameron. I'm Doctor Silverman and I'd like you to come with me."

"Is it all right if my friend there comes with us? My parents couldn't make it and I want to have some with me."

From the look in Dr. Silverman's eyes, was a wise decision. They weren't quite so beautiful at that moment. Cameron noticed it and he tensed up in anticipation.

"Sure. My office is this way."

He lead us down a short corridor into his office. I was surprised. He had exquisite taste. Besides the examination table at the back of the room you wouldn't know that you were in a hospital. The desk was an antique in perfect condition. Neat too. His degrees were behind the desk. Prints or maybe even originals covered the walls. The plants were well watered. Then I noticed the other doctor sitting in a chair next to the desk. An older man but still quite handsome. 

"Please sit down."

After making ourselves comfortable, Dr. Silverman open the folder in front of him and began to speak.

"Cameron, we got your test results back and I'm afraid that it isn't good news."

Motioning to the doctor sitting next to him, "This is the oncologist, Dr. Livingston, and he's more qualified to explain your condition to you than I am."

"Hi Cameron. As you know, we did some tests on Monday including a biopsy after your nosebleed. And as Dr. Silverman said, the results of your tests, including the biopsy have come back." He paused for a second and continued "The tests confirm that you have leukemia. I'm sorry."

I was expecting bad news but not Leukemia. Wasn't that a form of cancer? My best friend had cancer? Stunned does not even begin to cover what I was feeling. Cancer. I glanced over at Cameron and he was as pale as I have ever seen a person. The color had drained out of his face completely so that it was stone grey. He sighed and closed his eyes. I would say that he was stunned, shocked and floored at the same time but I don't think that would even begin to cover it. I reached over to him and took his hand in mine. I was all that I could do. That's what I was here for. Moral support. Dr. Silverman saw me do it and may have nodded slightly.

"Furthermore, you have a very aggressive from know as Acute Myelogenous Leukemia. I won't lie to you. Your condition is fairly well advanced. Don't worry though. We have some of the best cancer specialist in the country at this hospital and we've put together some treatment options for you. You'll have time to consider them.

Dr. Livingston may have said more but I didn't hear it. One of my closest friends had leukemia. Cancer. Cancer kills. My friend wasn't going to die. He couldn't have cancer because… I was brought out of my daze when Cameron spoke.

"Wha…What is the survival rate for this type leukemia?"

"Not as high as we'd like I'm afraid. 19% of adults are cancer free after 2 years. Like I said we have good specialists and a range of treatment options. You will get the best care possible."

Now Dr. Silverman spoke. 

"We've prepared this information for you that will give you more details on the disease, treatment options, everything you need to now. Take it home read it, let your friend read it, discuss it, and we'll make an appointment for you to discuss it with Dr. Silverman on Monday at the same time, okay?"

Cameron nodded, shook their hands, took the envelope and we left. He was shaking for the entire walk home. We didn't say anything until we got there. Actually we still didn't say anything. Cameron burst into tears and I say a grown man cry. These were tears of despair. And I started to cry with him. I hugged him and held him and we cried for an hour in each others arms.

Afterwards we got down to business. We spent 3 hours combing through the papers, reading comparing, talking, asking questions. I was a little bit like we were a couple or something like that. I was a major part of his decision and my opinion meant something and his life was at stake. I guess that's why you have close friends.

About 2 years before, during the summer, we had almost become something more. We had gotten to know each really well in our first year of university through some mutual friends. When we got home for the summer we sent back emails and the like until the middle of June when we discovered instant messaging. We could have a conversation now. In the first conversation that we had, he told me that he loved me. He had fallen in love with me and thought that I felt the same way towards him. Even though I knew it would break his heart I told him the truth that I didn't feel the same way and only looked at him as a friend. As the summer wore on and became the next term of university he still loved me. It didn't go away. It got worse. It would come up every now and then. I would be patient and try to tell him that I didn't feel that way. I was the first person he had had ever felt like this towards so I guess it was hard to let it go. It really hurt me to have to break his heart every time it came up but I didn't have any choice. I just didn't feel the same way towards him. I wanted to be his friend and nothing else. Eventually he did cross the line and asked me about what was happening between me and one of my other guy friends. If I hadn't been across the room I would have slapped him. Things were rocky before but this brought us to the brink. The friendship could have gone either way but it survived. Cameron apologized to be and it was the one thing that he needed to shake his feelings towards. It took us a year after that get our friendship back to where it used to be but we did. We sat down one night and talked and realized that we were still friends and could still be friends. It was like old times. And now I was helping him to decide how to fight Leukemia.

But there was something else. When I first realized how sick he was, it stirred something deep inside of me. Something that was foreign and new. He may have been my friend but I think they were feelings for him. He meant so much to me that even the thought of him dying was too much. He meant so much to me. I was falling in love with him. Those feelings that he had never managed to make me find were there now. Stirring in the pit of my stomach, a warm glow that I had never felt before. I knew what it was though. I wonder if he could feel the same way about me after all that I had put him through?

We finally settled on a particularly aggressive course of chemo with radiation and a possible bone marrow transplant. It would be hard but he figured he could handle it. I was there to help him and he was young and strong. Besides, he was going places in life and couldn't do that with cancer coursing through his veins. He was going to be famous or so he said.

We started chemo the next week and the results weren't pretty. The dose was really strong and it hurt in a bad way. We've all heard about the effects of chemo but I got to see them first hand. I held Cameron's head when he could make it to the bathroom and the trash can when he couldn't. I fed him, helped him to the hospital, did whatever he needed me to do. I don't think he figured out what I felt. He too sick to notice that but we laughed and helped each other. I felt like it was meant to be and had always been. We were together.

About 6 weeks after he began to have the chemo, towards the end of it before the radiation began, I was holding him in my arms after a particularly bad night. They say the chemo has to kill the cancer before the chemo kills the person but Cameron was losing out in the battle. It would soon be over though.

He woke up around dawn.

"Hi babe. Not to be a downer but I feel like crap." He managed a wan smile.

His next statement surprised me though.

"You have the most amazing eyes that I have ever seen. They're so dark you have to look close to see the pupils. I think that it so sexy. That's one of the things that helped me fall for you. You're beautiful."

No guy had ever told me that before. Before I knew what I was doing I spoke.

"I love more than your eyes. I love you."

I couldn't believe my ears. I had actually said it. Maybe he didn't hear.

"And I love you babe. Not that I ever stopped loving you. You're the love of my life and I don't want anyone else."

I bent over and kissed him full on the lips. His beard was scratchy and ticklish at the same time. I had never kissed anyone before so I wasn't sure what to do. It didn't matter. As our lips touched my tongue darted into the confines of his mouth, finding sweetness and warmth that I never knew existed. He wasn't really strong enough to kiss me back but that didn't matter. Our lips were locked in passion and I was with the man that I loved. It was incredible. I should have learned how to do this a long time ago. I hated to break the embrace but as soon as our lips were apart he smiled.

"I think I'll sleep now" was all that he said. He wasn't the only one to sleep. I drifted off as well, holding him in my arms.

Then the headaches started and all hell broke loose. 

Same hospital, same office, same doctors, same bad news.

"The results of the MRI are in. The cancer has spread to your brain."

Cameron just sat there with his mouth open but nothing came out. I can only imagine what he was feeling. I was numb. Numb describes it completely because I felt nothing. I was stunned.

"The tumor is very aggressive and is of the type that does not respond well to chemotherapy or radiation. It's located near the brain stem so surgery is not possible. I'm afraid that there is nothing that we can do."

Doctor Livingston tried to be gentle when he said it, but it came out kind of shrill. I guess that was to be expected. He had just passed a virtual death sentence over someone. I was impressed that he could even say it and keep a straight face. I don't think that I would be able to tell someone that they were going to die. Well, he didn't actually say that but it was pretty clear on his face. This was terminal.

Cameron broke the silence.

"How long Dr. Livingstone?"

"Not long I'm afraid. This type of tumor is very aggressive. 2 months at the most."

I heard Cameron take in a big breath and release it. Then the tears started to flow. It didn't matter that there 3 other people around him, he started to cry. Loudly. Then something strange happened. I looked at the Drs. Silverman and Livingstone and they were crying as well. Being a doctor they don't want to have to tell someone they are going to die. They were supposed to save lives, not take them away. Without even knowing it I had tears streaming down my face. My best friend, the man I loved was going to die. Like what the fuck? My best friend wasn't going to die. This was a joke. An early April fools joke. Maybe I was just dreaming. Cameron jumping and running from the office crying told me this wasn't a dream. I rose to go after him but Dr. Silverman put his hand on my shoulder to stop me.

"Let him go. He has to deal with this and the sooner he comes to grips, the easier it will be for all of us."

I had to agree, if only because I didn't know what else to do. I had never been involved in anything like this in my life. The only person close to me who had ever died was my grandmother and that had happened when I was 3. It must have been many times worse for Cameron. He was going to lose more than any of us.

I talked with the doctors for a while about what would happen in the later stages. They thought it would be relatively painless. They counseled me what I would have to do in the event of any number of things. We talked about a lot of things but it all came back to when. If wasn't if, it was when.

I kind of wandered the streets for a while before I went back to the apartment that we shared. I wondered if maybe Cameron had done the same thing. I thought that he was probably still out when I got home because the apartment was still dark. It broke my heart when I heard him sobbing as I walked in. As I turned on the lights in the bedroom I saw his feet sticking out of the closet. An odd place for someone to be crying I thought.

"Cameron?"

"Would you turn off the light please? I want to be alone in the dark."

"Cameron, come out please. We have to talk about this. You have to deal with it. You can't spend the next 2 months sitting in a closet crying."

I said it a little more harshly than probably I should have and he sensed that. By the tone he used with me it made him angry.

"I've known since I was diagnosed that it would probably cut my life short. I've dealt with that. My will is finished and the funeral arrangements are made. The day just has to come."

I had no idea about any of this. I had suggested to him once that he should but he brushed me off saying that would be a sign that he was going to lose and he wasn't going to lose to fucking cancer. Never. I guess it was all a well made façade that crumbled when he was approached by the reality of it all.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"Okay. I am the only guy heir left in my family. When I die my family line will die with me. That bothers me more than dying ever will. My family will be left with the knowledge that when they die the line is gone forever. That is what is bothering me more."

I was speechless. I had known that he was his parents only son but I hadn't known about and cousins. He had guy cousins but I guess they are on his aunt's side. It really surprised me. I left him in the closet in the dark because I knew that there was nothing that I could say to him.

For the next couple weeks we tried to carry on as normal, although normal is a relative thing when you know that you are going to die of cancer. We were watching TV one night and there was a program about the Make-A-Wish foundation that helps kids fulfill their dying wish. As a joke I asked what he wanted.

"I don't want to die a virgin and I want to be with you before I die."

One thing about our relationship was that it was mainly emotional. We would kiss but we had never made out and he had never touched me. He had hadn't even touched my breasts through my shirt. Not that I would let him because that had to wait for marriage. That's all there was too it. But I looked at his face and realized that we would never get the chance to be husband and wife. Perhaps this is how it had to be.

"We'll talk about it in the morning."

That night after getting out of the shower I looked at myself naked in the mirror, examing my body. I wanted to see what a man would fine attractive in me. I know that Cameron loved my eyes. There was something sexy about them. My shoulder length hair was black and so thick. I knew he liked to run his fingers through it. I wished he would do it more often. My breasts were small but nice (I'm a B cup). They soft and firm at the same time and they didn't sag. I love the way they change shape when I lift my arms. I wondered if he would find that sexy. The tips were coral and they had become engorged in the cool air of the bathroom. About the size of a rounded pencil eraser with quarter sized avelole. I had seen pictures of naked women and I always thought my nipples were better. My belly was soft and inviting but not big. I thought it was sexy actually. At the base of my belly was the dense thatch of curls that led to my most private of areas. I had been taught from an early age that that it was an evil area, capable of creating carnal desires that could make a girl do anything. I also knew it was capable of creating intense pleasure. I ran my fingers through my curls between my legs, feeling the soft lips that protected my most intimate of areas. They were large and formed a warm soft mound between my legs. I had always wanted to explore between them but I couldn't bring myself to do it. As I brought my hand out I flicked across the little nub of my clit I knew to be so sensitive, sending shockwaves through my body. It felt so good but guiltily I stopped. I had been taught it was wrong to touch my pussy. Not that my mom had ever used the term. My legs weren't exactly small but I did have good slender ankles. I once heard the expression 'breeders hips' and that described them. I think my only real flaw was my backside which was kind of large. It was a latin butt. 

I came away from that with the knowledge that maybe Cameron did find my desirable and perhaps this wasn't such a bad thing after all. He liked what he saw and so did I. That made it all a little better.

I decided that I would give him his wish. I loved him like no other and would probably never love anyone else. I would not get another chance to be with him like this. Giving my virginity to the love of my life wasn't that bad when you thought of it.

I had always liked lingerie, preferring stockings and a garter belt to pantyhose. I didn't really own sexy lingerie, so I decided to make a trip to Fredericks. I knew from passing by there a few times that they carried some pretty sexy things. I had no idea though the selection was so large. I was kind of embarrassed to have to go the plus size section but the sales clerk was bigger than I was! 

"Hi. I'm Lisa. Can I help you with anything?"

"Well, I'm looking for something that will blow my boyfriend away. Something sexy and fun."

It was like a stranger was talking. I noticed she was looking me over but with a practiced eye to figure out what would suit me best.

"You're a large B cup, small C right?"

I just nodded, shocked that she could tell.

"I think I know exactly what you're looking for. Follow me"

"This is a satin bustier that I think you look extremely sexy on you. It's push up, which the guys like, and it's lace up in the back. You can tie it as tight as you like to cinch the waist a little."

It was the most gorgeous piece of lingerie I had ever seen. It was satin and so soft. There were ruffles of lace around the legs. It had attached garters and came with stockings and a g-string. I had never owned a thong, much less a g-string. It was so exciting. I chose a red one because that it the slut color and because it was Cameron's favorite color. I felt sexy just buying it.

"Enjoy" was all that the sales girl said to me, seeing the smile on my face.

When I got home I immediately went to my room and tried on my new lingerie. It fit like a dream. It really did make me look smaller and the push-up cups made me look like at least a D-cup. I was incredibly sexy I thought. I even enjoyed the g-string. I was a little worried that my thick curls would be poking out but it wasn't that bad. Besides, it was covered by the ruffles of lace. I couldn't decide what to do with the thatch of pubic curls. I had seen pictures of girls who have shaved down there and I knew that some guys found it sexy. It also helped if they wanted to go down on you. I couldn't imagine Cameron wanting to do that but it might be sexy. Why not let him decide. I would show it to him and let him decide. Maybe he would want to do it. All of these thoughts had caused my nipples to harden in anticipation. I could feel a wet spot in the g-string and feel my hairs starting to mat from the juice coming from me. That hadn't happened in a long time. When I reached down and touched myself I could feel heat between my legs. It felt good as I slowly rubbed my fingers back and forth across my moist mound. Every now and then I flicked my clit, sending shivers through me. I could feel the moist heat building as my hands rubbed back and forth. The bottom of the g-string was wet now. I felt waves of pleasure race through my body has I rubbed harder and began to push my fingers into the v of my mound through the panty. I had never touched my self like this before and had no idea the pleasure I could give to myself. My pace increased to point where I thought that I would tear the fabric but at the last moment the ultimate wave of pleasure swept through my body and I could no help but scream in pleasure. I felt the muscles in my groin spasm, to the point where I could see my belly quivering. I kept up the pace not wanting to let the amazing feeling go but slowly it did and I slowed down. I collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and unable to speak. The g-string was completely wet and there was moisture on the insides of my thighs. I could only image what Cameron would be able to do for me.


He Was A Friend of Mine



I undressed and hid the bustier, although I figured that tonight was going to be the night. Cameron was out with one of his uncles on his boat. It should be pretty easy on him so he wouldn't be too tired when he got home. I was so excited I was almost shaking. But I was afraid too. I was going to lose my virginity and I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I would only get one chance at this and I wanted it to be as special as possible. 

I took a gamble in getting ready. First of all Cameron had said he would be home around 6. Secondly I had to assume his uncle wouldn't be coming in with him. I t would be kind of embarrassing for him to find what I had planned. I showered and did my hair and make up until they were prefect. Not overdone but just a hint to accent my beauty, at least according to Cameron. I didn't touch the thick thatch of curls between my legs, deciding to let that be one of my gifts to Cameron. I did lay out my shaving gel, moisturizer and razor, with a fresh blade, in case he wanted to do it. Secretly I hoped he would. Then I dug out every candle that I owned and set up in the bedroom. I didn't have enough for the whole house. I just left the lights dim. And I set up my incense burner with passion fruit. I hoped that wouldn't be the only passion in the house tonight. I put on the bustier, adjusted the stockings until they were perfect on my legs and covered it with my bath robe, just in case his uncle came in with him. 

I heard a car pull up and a couple of minutes later a single door slammed. He was coming alone. I quickly peeled off the robe and high tailed it into the bedroom, sprawling out on the bed. I hoped I was sexy enough for him. I certainly felt that way.

"Sarah? Are you here love?"

"I'm in the bedroom."

I will never forget the look on his face when he walked into the room. His mouth hung open as he noticed the candles and incense and then me on the bed.

"What's going on here?" he stammered but it was pretty obvious.

"Nothing much. Sex maybe."

He didn't say anything but came towards the bed. He scooted towards me and our lips locked, tongues exploring each others mouth. It was more glorious than that first kiss we had shared and certainly better than all rest. It was different this time though. I felt his hands on my body, moving around, roaming exploring. One hand was moving towards my breasts, the other towards my back, exploring lower until he reached my practically naked behind. I moaned as ran his hand over my cheeks, grabbing an exploring but never too forcefully. He was being gentle like I wanted him to be. His other hand was on my left breast, teasing my erect nipple. Each time his finger slid over it a wave of electricity coursed through my body and I gave a little shudder. Then his other hand came up and began to caress the other breast.

It was great but I wanted more and so did he. I reached down and undid the garters, slowly pulling the stockings off of my legs. From the bottom up he undid the hooks keeping the bustier closed, one at a time. Each hook exposed a little more flesh, until finally they were gone and he reached and opened it up like a book, exposing my chest. My nipples were harder than they had ever been, to the point that they were aching. His hands came back up and began to caress by bare breasts. His mouth met mine again and we embraced, savoring every moment. Cameron was alternating between squeezing my breasts and flicking and pinching my nipples. Whatever he was doing, I could feel the heat between my thighs building, and wet spot in my g-string get bigger. 

I started to say something to him when he broke our embrace but he lowered his head to my breast and ran his tongue over my nipple. Each time his tongue flicked over one of them a shockwave raced through my body. He took one nipple into his mouth and began alternating between gently biting and sucking. I had never felt anything so powerful in my life.

"But here are two of them love."

And he dutifully moved to the other giving it the same loving attention. I could see my other nipple glistening with saliva and covered in light bite marks. It felt heavenly. I could feel his now engorged penis pressing against my leg and reached down to touch it. Never had I felt something so hard and so warm, even through his clothes. 

I felt one of his hands moving towards my belly, towards the thin scrap of cloth cover my curls and mound. His hand slipped across the fabric and between my legs, onto my pussy. At first he cupped but then he began to rub his finger back and forth across my lips, over the nub, just like I had done in the afternoon. Combined with his mouth on my breasts I could feel the heat rapidly building within me, waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. His finger was pressing into my cleft building my climax to epic proportions. Then he stopped. Before I could say something I felt my panties being pushed aside and his fingers coming into contact with my curly lips. I could feel his fingers running alongside my matted curls back and forth. His finger slipped over my nub, causing me to shudder. I pressed his finger into my cleft and it responded by swelling and opening. I could feel my clit come out from its hood. He was touching my most intimate areas, running his fingers over an inner set of lips I scarcely knew existed. I felt his finger gently probe the entrance to my love tunnel but pull away. He was going to concentrate on my lips. I couldn't fight the waves of pleasure any more. His fingers were causing sensations I would never have guessed at being possible. I began to moan as his fingers drove me to climax. The pleasure waves were coursing through me and I felt my muscles tighten, only stronger than this afternoon. With a scream I climaxed, shuddering at what was happening to me. I could feel my pussy was soaking wet, hair matted to my lips. Slowly Cameron let me down, letting me ride the emotions just as I had done this afternoon. He was being gentler than I had been.

"Babe, this may sound a little out of line, but would mind if I shaved you? I've always wanted to do it."

I didn't say anything right away. I stripped off the g-string, exposing my thick mat of curls. I took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom where everything was laid out. This was going as I had planned.

He looked at the supplies I had laid out and smiled. He knew that I had had this in mind for tonight.

"Do you have a pair of scissors babe?" 

I shook my head and went to the kitchen to get a pair. Never before in my life had I wandered through the house completely naked. It was a good thing the lights were low and the neighbors couldn't see. That would have been kind of embarrassing. When I got back to the bathroom Cameron had a funny look on his face.

"What's wrong" I said, almost shrilly, expecting something to be wrong.

"I was just thinking that it would be better in the bedroom. More atmosphere."

I nodded and watched as he gathered up the things he needed. Back in the bedroom he laid a towel on the edge og the bed and I lid down on it, with my back on the bed and feet resting on the floor. It was kind of comfortable actually. He knelt before me and as I watch began cutting away my thick curls. Snip. Snip. Snip. The thick hair came away so easy. He moved deeper between my legs being so gentle that he didn't hurt me. Even having him between my legs cutting off my hair was enough to make me wet, but there wasn't much hair left to mat down. When he was finished I was left with stubble.

"I'll be back in a second." He it said with a smile and left the room and I heard water running in the bathroom. He returned carrying a wet towel.

"It's easier to shave when the hair is wet."

He placed the towel between my legs and left again. I scarcely heard the water running as I enjoyed the sensation of heat soaking into my body, my most intimate regions being warmed by the moist heat. It was heavenly.

He returned carrying a bowl of water. I knew what was coming next. The room felt so cold on my exposed parts when he removed the towel but my body quickly made up the difference, becoming moist and warm in anticipation. I felt a tickle and when I looked he was spreading gel on the stubble and lathering it into foam. It felt cool against my skin. As I watched he took the razor and passed it through the cream, leaving a wide smooth patch. He did this several times at the base of my belly, until what was a furry thatch was no more. I could feel the kiss of the razor against my skin and hear the faint hiss as it removed the stubble. Now he moved to between my legs. I felt him gently pulling on one of my lips, extending it and then the faint kiss of the razor against it. Then the other. A couple more strokes and I was shaved. I could feel the cool air against my exposed pussy. It had been many years since that part of me was bare but it felt good. I could feel that my lips were slightly swollen and were beginning to have my moisture bead on them. I straightened and could see my clit glistening like a tiny pink pearl from its hood. I could see the beads of moisture collecting on my lips. It was so sexy.

I almost screamed when Cameron started to put the moisturizer on me, It was cold and I hadn't realized how sensitive I was without hair. The touch of his fingers was so much better on my exposed skin. I was so sensitive. I wanted him to rub to another climax. Cameron did me one better.

He was still between my legs and bent as if the examine what he had done. He inhaled as if to take in my musky sex smell. I saw him flick his tongue and could only moan as he ran it across one lip and then the other, savoring the sweet dew. Starting at the bottom he placed his tongue in my cleft and moved upwards, spreading my lips wide. He ran the tip across my inner lips and the entrance to my love tunnel, tasting the sweet honey I could feel oozing from inside of me. Then he continued upward and ran the tip of his tongue across my pearl, rubbing it in a circular motion. Each flick was another shock. Almost too soon I felt myself tense, getting ready for another climax. This one was mind-blowing. I was bucking my hips, mashing myself against his outstretched tongue. He was biting and pulling on my engorged lips, my clit even. He was doing everything possible to make me come. And it was working. The feeling was incredible. The waves of pleasure were intense and he kept going until it was too much and I collapsed into a heap on the bed. It took me five minutes to be able to talk again.

"You seem to be enjoying this." I said to him with a grim

"Look who's talking."

And he reached over and kissed me and I could taste my juices on his lips.

"You taste pretty good. It's not like anything I've ever tasted. It's sexy."

I had to agree that it wasn't that bad. 

He bent and I saw him remove his boxers. Out in front of sprang his cock. It was about 6 inches and it looked thick. I thought it was the biggest one on the face of the earth but I didn't have anything to compare it to. It looked magnificent with the head almost purple and the size of a small plum. Veins stood around the base of it. Was I supposed to take that into me? It was twitching as if had a life of its own. I was enthralled.

"Would you like to touch it?"

All I could do was nod. I reached out and wrapped my head around it, surprised that it didn't go the whole way around. I had never seen anything like it. Almost by instinct I began to run my hand up and down it's length. I could see the waves of pleasure wash over Cameron. I went faster, frantic almost, at the same time gently grabbing his balls. I could feel the head of his cock swell and become harder, harder than any bone I had ever touched. As I played his cock and balls, he tensed and his mouth opened but nothing came out. His mouth that is. Geysers of white sticky cum began flowing from his balls. The more I rubbed his cock the more came out. I ran down over my hand and into the hair around his shaft. Taking my hand off him I licked it clean. The taste was foreign but not back. Kind of salty but enjoyable. I bent to him and licked his cock clean. It glistened with my saliva. I licked and licked until his balls were clean and his cum was all mine. 

"That was incredible babe."

"Only making you feel as good as you made me feel."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me towards him, kissing me full on the lips I could taste myself on his lips still and I was sure he could taste his cum on mine. I looked into his eyes and we both knew that it was time. 

"How do you want to do it?" he asked.

I looked at him kind of oddly. There was more than one way to do it? I knew the bare mechanics of sex but I didn't know that there was more than one way to do it. Man got on top of the woman and things happened. That was all that I knew about it.

"Well there's missionary, where the guy is on top, doggie, which is from beh…" and he stopped and looked guiltily away when he realized what he was saying.

"I bet you wonder how I know about all of this, right?"

I nodded because it was odd.

"I picked it up over the years watching porn movies and especially reading dirty stories on the web. Everything you could want to know is there. That's where I learned all of this. I bet you think I'm a pervert right?"

"All I see is a man who wants to make sure that our first time goes as smoothly as possible. He wants to make me feel comfortable and safe and have me enjoy what we are about to share."

He smiled and I could see him relax when I said that. 

"I think you should get on top. Wouldn't want me to get exhausted and not be able to finish. But more than that, it will let you to go as slow as you want so it won't be as painful. You do know it's going to hurt right?"

I did. My mom had once explained to me that a girl has a hymen in her vagina and a boy will do whatever it takes to get it. She told me that if my husband didn't break it and hear me cry, he wouldn't want to be my husband anymore. I didn't believe most of it but was always afraid that it was true. I guess that was what she was talking about.

Cameron lay back on the bed with his hands at his sides, his cock pointing straight into the air. I crawled towards him and sat next to him, eyeing the pole that was supposed to go inside of me. I really didn't think that anything like that could fit inside me. There wouldn't be room enough. Getting up the courage I straddled his chest, feeling the soft hairs tickling my bare mound. I could see the little beads of my dew glistening on the strands. The moist heat was building in anticipation. Lifting myself up on my knees I positioned my self so that my mound was just above his cock, slowly, almost too cautiously I slowly let my self down to meet him. It was as if his cock was stretching to bridge the distance between his. Gradually until I could feel the tip of it touch my mound. I reached down and caressed myself, feeling the inside of my mound, looking for the entrance to my tunnel. I reached for his cock and guided it to where my finger marked the spot. I could feel the tip of cock touching my entrance, some sort of juices oozing from him as well. Slowly I lowered myself, feeling his cock enter my warm pussy. I could feel the muscles stretching to receive him. The heat was building within me but I could also feel the warmth from his cock.

Then I brought up. My first reaction was that we couldn't fit in me but then I realized that it was my hymen, my cherry as he called it. I tried to slow force him past it but it stated to hurt and I let out a little yelp. It stretched but wouldn't yield. I started to panic.

"Easy babe. This isn't going to be easy. Let's do it together. I'll grab your hips and we'll push down together."

I nodded not knowing what else to do. He placed a hand on both sides of my waist and I bore down until he was stretching me again.

"Ready?"

I nodded that I was.

With that that he pulled me down towards him and I felt my cherry break. I could feel it tear and a wave of pain spread through my body. I screamed with the pain and had tears in my eyes, feeling something dripping from me that I knew had to be blood. This wasn't that fun. At the same time though, I became aware of an entirely new sensation. I could feel my tunnel stretching around his shaft, the muscles squeezing around him. I could feel the heat from him and the wetness that was seeping around him. I touched my self and could feel my swollen lips completely surrounded him, my mound resting on his pelvis. He was buried in me to the hilt.

Slowly I lifted my self off him until on the head was still inside of me. Almost as slowly I lowered myself again, savoring the feeling of his cock in the confines in my tunnel. I did this time and again, slowly building a rhythm. The sound of our pelvises hitting together was so erotic. He got into it to. He his reaches reached to my breasts and began to caress my nipples, gently pinching and pulling on them. He began to meet my thrusts, rising to meet me. Faster went, the heat building between my legs. I could feel my muscles spasm as we went thrust for thrust, I could feel my nub being massaged by its hood as we thrust. The pleasure was almost too much. 

"Oh baby, you are so good. Don't stop."

Not that I had any intention to. The waves were getting stronger, more intense. I could still feel his hands on my breasts but was barely aware of them, concentrating more on the pleasure that was building between my legs. My muscles began to contract in waves and I felt the pleasure wave building in me. Harder we went. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, concentrating only getting the most pleasure out of this. I felt the walls of my tunnel take a life of their own, squeezing Cameron's cock like milking machine. 

I felt the ultimate wave of pleasure building between my legs. I broke over me and I started to shudder with pleasure. At the same time I could feel Cameron's cock spring to life. I could feel hit hot jets of cum as they splashed against the walls of my tunnel. I kept going until he was empty. 

I lay on top of him with his cock still buried in my pussy. I could feel his hot cum beginning to ooze out around my lips but I didn't care. I rolled over and his cock popped out of me with a sucking sound, almost like pulling a boot out of mud. My dew had covered his cock and ran down around his balls, forming a large wet spot on the bed. I snuggled close to him and he held me. The smell of sex drowned out the incense. Not a word was spoken. I smiled at him and we drifted off to sleep in each others arms as lovers.

Things were pretty good for a month after that. We didn't have sex but that was okay because Cameron was getting visibly weaker everyday. That didn't stop him though. We walked and shopped and at whatever he wanted. We tried things that I don't think I normally would have but it was interesting. We were man and wife except in name but we never really thought of making it official. I don't think he wanted to leave a widow.

Then he took a turn for the worst. He started having seizures and was having trouble breathing. Luckily there was no pain. He was admitted to the hospital and was on oxygen to help him breath. This was what we were dreading to happen. I cried and cried but there was one piece of knowledge that made it bearable. The day I went to tell Cameron, Dr. Livingston met me at the door. 

"I'm afraid it's not good Sarah. He's had a major seizure and we're not sure if he's going to wake up. His breathing is really becoming shallow. He doesn't have much time left."

"Can I see him?"

"By all means. Sit with him and hold his hand and talk to him. It might do him some good."

Cameron was lying in bed, covered by a sheet. His eyes were closed and he had an oxygen mask over his mouth. I could barely see his chest move and if not for the beep on the heart monitor I would have though that he was gone. I sat down and reached for his hand.




He Was A Friend of Mine



"Is that you bade?" he asked in a voice that I almost didn't hear.

"I'm here."

"Hold me Sarah."

I wasn't quite sure but he weakly pulled down the sheet on the bed, wanting be to climb in with him. I did, not even taking off my shoes. I wrapped my arms around him and held him like you would a little baby. That's all he was at this stage.

"This is it babe." I had to strain to hear his scratchy whisper. "They don't think I'm going to survive the night. There's no pain thank god."

I started to cry but remembered what it was I came to tell him. 

"I have something to tell you. I went to see Dr. Silverman today and he had some news for me" Taking his hand and placing it on my stomach, "I'm pregnant with our son. We're going to have son. You're going to be a father. Your line will not die with you"

He smiled as best he could. I think that was the best possible news that he could have heard.

Almost imperceptibly his breathing got shallower and the heart meter started to beep louder. This was it. After knowing that he would have a son to succeed him, he had nothing else to live for.

"I love you babe." He said with surprising strength

"And I love you."

With that his hand slipped off my belly and I felt the strength leave his body. It was as if the life had just drained out of him. I put my face to his chest and began to sob, wetting his hospital gown. The nurses let me cry. The man I loved more than anyone else, the father of our son, had died.

Epilogue

Our son was born 8 months after his father died, on his Cameron's birthday. That pleased me and it would have pleased Cameron. It hurt that Cameron couldn't be there but I took solace in the fact the he was surely watching over us. Our son is named after his father and I have taken Cameron's name even though we were never married. It felt like the right thing to do. I made a vow to myself that our son will be raised knowing about his father, who he was and how he died. I want him to grow up with all the good traits his father had, and stand for all the good things his father stood for. He won't be my Cameron but then again no man ever will be. But I will raise our son as I think Cameron would want me to. I even think when he's older I will tell him the full story.