One Last Moment

"I'm meeting Andy today." Hanna said from behind her cough mask on the couch. I looked up from the white floor tile I was drawing on with my green marker. "Who?" I asked from behind my own cough mask strapped to my mouth, before capping my marker and reaching for the yellow one from the box.

"Andy Biersack...from Black Veil Brides." The hidden grin on her face made her pale cheeks light up . "Oh...ew." I mumbled, going to draw a yellow star.
"Shut up, Darcy." Hanna joked.
"Their music is such trash. I don't know why they haven't been sued yet. They just ripped off Motley Crue." I add.

"....I like them. Andy's hot." Hanna said looking out the window of the play room. "Oh my god, you're thirteen!" I reminded her with a laugh, "Isn't he like thirty?"

"So? I'm still going to ask for a kiss!" Hanna insisted.

I rolled my eyes as I reached for a purple marker to sign my name to my finished tile drawing. "That grown ass man is not going to kiss a little girl." I told her.

"Yes he will! It's part of my wish!" Hanna said.

I stopped and looked up at her. She looked fucking ecstatic.

"Really? What was your wish?" I asked, curious.

"For Andy Biersack from Black Veil Brides to come visit me and give me a kiss on the cheek." She admitted.

"Holy shit! He actually agreed to that?" I laughed in disbelief.

Hanna nods, "He's going to be here this afternoon!" She was glowing.
She looked so excited it was almost easy for me to forget that she was dying.

I started to put my markers away.

"I can't believe you would waste your Make A Wish like that..." I giggled.

She threw a pillow from the couch at me.

"Oh shut up! Like your wish was so cool! Penguins really?!" She questioned, "You're 15! Aren't you a little too old to be into penguins?!"
"Hey! I love penguins!" I defended my own Make a wish gift which was for penguins to come to my hospital room.

A zoo keeper came with three of them and they ran around my room for two hours.

I even got to hug them.

I wanted to go to Antarctica to visit a whole colony but my doctor didn't think it was a very good idea for me to travel anymore.

He put it in simple words but I knew what he actually meant.

There wasn't enough time.

By the time I got a passport and the travel arrangements were made, I would probably already be dead.

That's why I'm doing my tile now.

All of the kids in the terminal ward of the children's hospital get to decorate a floor tile in the playroom before they...you know.

There were hundreds of drawings from the kids who came before us.

The ceiling tiles were all filled up, so they moved onto the floor.

I just drew grass on my tile.

Grass at the bottom with a giant yellow star in the middle.

I signed my name in the star.

I was still putting the markers away when Hanna left the playroom to go check to see if her phone was done charging in her room.

After I put the markers back on the arts and crafts cabinet shelf, I felt someone tugging on the back of my hospital gown.

I turned around and looked down to find Lea smiling at me.

"Hey, sweetie." I smiled at the six year old.

She was holding her IV tank in one hand and her oxygen mask in the other.
"Hi." She replied.

"What's up?" I asked her looking around the playroom for the nurse she usually walks around with.

It's just me her and Benny in the playroom.

Benny's the oldest patient in the children's terminal ward.
He's seventeen.

I've only talked to him a handful of times as he usually just keeps to himself, reading books, and ignores the rest of us.

Much like he was doing now.
Head bent down, on a rocking chair, in the corner of the room reading away.

"Can you get me the glitter?" Lea asks me, pointing to the top shelf of the arts and crafts cabinet.

"Of course!" I say, standing on my tip toes and stretching my hand out for the ziploc bag full of glitter bottles.

After I hand them to her, she thanks me and puts her oxygen mask back on.
She's not wearing her wig today.

I feel like I should say something about how pretty she looks.

She's usually so self conscious without it, ever since the chemo therapy she was on failed.

I'm still thinking of a nice way to say it, when Hanna comes running back into the room with wide eyes.

"He's on the way! He's on the way! His manager just called my mom!" She was saying.

"What?! How long?" I asked, feeling my heart beating like crazy.

I don't know why I felt nervous for her.

Maybe second hand nervousness?

"He said they're thirty minutes away! You have to help me! You have to -" Her excitement caused her to launch into a coughing fit.

It was so bad, that I had to call for a nurse.

The nurse ended up making her sit in a wheelchair and giving her oxygen as she wheeled her back to her room.

I followed behind her and after seeing the alarm on her mom and dad's face I briefly explained it was just Hanna getting overly excited.

After Hanna recovered in her bed she begged me to stay with her.
"Please! I'm so nervous! I need you here!" She begged from behind her new cough mask.

Me and Hanna clicked as soon as we met each other two months ago. Mainly because we both have the same illness.

Tuberculosis.

A shitty little easily preventable disease that could have been avoided had we just got vaccinated.

My parents don't believe in vaccines and Hanna's parents were just too poor to afford proper health care.

I promised her I would stay as I sat down next to her on the bed.
I helped her brush her hair and even let her borrow my chapstick when she said her lips felt dry.

It didn't matter that we shared anyway.

Sure, Tuberculosis is highly contagious or whatever but we're both dying any way.

What's the point?

Some lady from the make a wish foundation showed up first.
I recognized her as one of the ladies who showed up during my own wish, two weeks ago.

She genuinely seemed surprised to see me.

She said it was a pleasure to see me again but I knew what she really meant.
'How are you still alive?'

I asked myself the same thing when I woke up this morning.

Last week was rough.

I barely got out of my own hospital bed the entire week.

I just kept coughing and coughing.

Eventually I started coughing up blood.

I had been waiting for the blood for weeks.

That's the final sign.

The sign that your time has officially expired on this Earth.

After you start coughing up the blood filling in your lungs you only have a few days left.

Hanna hadn't started coughing up blood yet.

I didn't tell her about mine.

I didn't want to worry her.

I felt like such shit for so long I was ready for it to all be over.

Yet somehow today I felt a little better than I did yesterday and the day before and the day before.

I knew it wouldn't last long, so I had to make the best of it while I could.
So right after I got up, I had a light breakfast of juice and toast, let my mom brush my auburn hair and made my way to the play room to draw my tile.

I was twirling a lock of my hair around my finger, watching Hanna talk to the lady, when Andy Biersack and his manager finally walked in.

They were both wearing similar cough masks.

Hanna didn't notice at first as she continued talking to the lady.

I looked over at the door when they walked in and just stared at them.
The short tubby guy I assumed was his manager.

Andy was tall.

He was wearing dark denim skinny jeans with a sleeveless white and orange sports jersey of some type.

He had a lot of tattoos and a nose piercing I couldn't stop staring at.
My heart flipped.

Second hand nervousness?

No.

This guy was hot.

I blushed when his blue eyes looked at me.

Hanna must have noticed him then because she suddenly started violently choking.

I slid down off the bed as the nurse came over and replaced the cough mask Hanna was wearing with the oxygen mask.

She quickly swiped it away though after she recovered and smiled up at Andy excitedly.

"Hi!" She squeaked.

I couldn't see Andy's mouth but I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hey, Hanna, how are you?" He asked.

I eased my way toward the door quietly, fully intending to leave to give Hanna privacy when she spotted me and called my name.

I froze, as everyone in the room turned to look at me.

"Andy, I want you to meet Darcy! She's my TB sister!" Hanna said.

"TB sister? What's that?" He asked.

"Tuberculosis sister! We both have it." She replied. I started to grin but it faded as soon as Hanna opened her mouth again, "Darcy hates you." She added.

My own mouth dropped behind my mask.

"What?! Oh my god! No! I never said that!" I sputtered.

"Yeah you did! Remember? You said his music was trash and someone should sue him for ripping off Motley Crue." Hanna reminded me.

"Hanna!" Her mom scolded her, as an awkwardly laughter from the nurse and the make a wish foundation lady filled the room.

Andy looked at me, as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Wow. Well I'm sorry you feel that way..." He said.

My whole body was flushed as I pointed toward the door, "I uhhh...should get going now. Nice to meet you!" I said.

"You're not going to stay?" Hanna asked, surprised.

"Oh, shut up Hanna!" I blurted out.

She laughed as I darted out of the room.

Thanks a lot, Hanna.

I went to my room to hide.

It's down the hall from Hanna's.

It was dark when I walked in because I like to keep the window curtains closed.
My mom works during the day but she should be back later this afternoon.

I was glad for the alone time as I sat down on my bed and stared at my closed hospital room door.

I took off my cough mask and sat it beside my bed as I lid back and grabbed my phone from on top of my blanket.

I call my best friend, Tory, to complain about Hanna embarrassing me in front of everyone but she doesn't answer so I leave her a voice messsage.
I start coughing half way through so I just end it early.

By the time my coughing fit is over and I wipe the blood off my lips, I'm exhausted and my lungs are burning.

Kicking off the pale blue shorts I was wearing under my hospital gown, I roll over letting my phone fall to the floor.

I close my eyes and curl up in the fetal position.

I don't even have the strength to get under the blanket.



Dying sucks....



I don't remember falling asleep but the knocking on the room door woke me up.
At first I thought I was imaging things so I started to go back to sleep when I heard the knock again.

This time followed by a deep voice murmuring.

Huh?

I sat up, still groggy from sleep.

"Come in." I called thinking it was a doctor.

The door opened and Andy Biersack stuck his head in.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" He asked.

I shook my head no.

"What's going on? Is it Hanna?" I asked, wondering why he's at my door.

"Oh, she's fine. I just came to say goodbye before I leave." He admitted.

"Oh...you can come in if you want." I said, wiping sleep from my eyes.

I expected him and his manager to walk in, but to my surprise, it's just him who walks in the room, shutting the door behind him.

"I know you don't really like me but -" I cut him off before he can finish, "I never said I didn't like you." I lied, my heart pounding.

"Well, I know that you think my music is trash but I -"

"I never said that either." I lied with a chuckle.

It hurt my chest and I coughed into the room.

Andy stopped in the middle of the room with a nervous look on his face.
I reached for my cough mask, "Sorry." I mumbled.

"No, you're fine. I already had my Tuberculosis vaccine. It's just that the hospital said I had to wear this." Andy replied pointing to the mask over his mouth.

I smirk, "Well you can take it off if you want." I said.

He did, crumbling it in his fist as he took a deep breath.
"Thank you. I've been wearing that for two hours." He said.

"Really?" I said, staring at his lip ring, as I dropped my own cough mask back down.

I had no idea I slept that long.

He had nice lips.

"Yeah and I'm glad to hear you don't hate me. I felt really bad earlier." He admitted.

"Sorry, Hanna's dramatic." I replied.

He laughed, running a hand through his black hair.
"Yeah I see that. Well anyway, now that that's all cleared up I just wanted to swing by and say it was nice to meet you."

"You too." I smiled.

"I actually have a concert I'm doing next week in town, so maybe I can stop by afterward and check up on you and Hanna." He offered.

"Don't bother. We'll both be dead by then." I replied.

I didn't mean for it to come off sounding so serious.

The look on Andy's face was almost heart breaking.

"Oh...shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean -" He started to apologize but I cut him off again."No, I should be the one apologizing. I was just kidding. It was a horrible, morbid joke." I admitted slightly ashamed.

Quietly, Andy came over to my bed and sat down next to me.

"I'm really sorry." He said softly, putting his arm around my shoulder.
It was a nice gesture.

I had to stop myself from saying anything else stupid to make him feel bad.

I wrapped my own arm around his back and gave him a sideways hug.
"You're ok." I said.

He smelled good.

"You smell good." I admitted.

He laughed.

"Really? Thank you." He said letting his arm fall.

I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring.

I wondered if Hanna knew he was married.

I stared at the tattoos on his arms and the side of his neck.
"I like your tattoos." I complimented.

"Thank you!" He said again.
"I wish I had one." I confessed.
"A tattoo? Why don't you get one?" He asked.
"Because I'm dying. There's no point." I admitted.

"....Well, ask for it through the make a wish foundation." He offered.
"I already made my wish." I told him.
"Really? What was it?" He asked.
"For penguins to come to my room, since I'm not allowed to leave the hospital."

Andy laughed, "Penguins?"
I nodded, "I love penguins."
"Well if there's anything penguin related you want me to do for you, let me know." He joked.
"Will do." I replied.

"Or anything at all really...I just.." Andy paused to sigh as he looked down at the ground.

"I...I wish I could do something more for you girls. It just...sucks...that stuff like this happens. I wish I could help you somehow." He admitted.

"You can." I told him.

"How?" He looked up at me, hopeful.

"You're a celebrity. People listen to celebrities. Just go and let people know how important vaccines are. If my parents would have let me get vaccinated I wouldn't even be sitting in here right now." I said.

Andy's eyes were wide.

"Really?" He asked.

I nodded, looking away.

"It's just such a stupid thing, you know? I haven't gotten to experience anything in this life and now it's just....hell I never got to go to prom, or get married or even have a fucking boyfriend for that matter! Fuck, I've never even kissed a guy before!" I confessed.

I blushed after it left my mouth.

God!

Why would I tell Andy Biersack that?!

Like he even cares!

Andy was quiet.


I looked over at him.

He was staring at me.

I apologized.

He told me there's no need to apologize, then he glanced at the closed door before looking back at me.

"You've never kissed a guy before?" He asked quietly.

Blushing, I crossed my arms over my hospital gown as I shook my head no.

"Oh..." He glanced at the door and then whispered as he looked back at me.
"I can kiss you....if you want." He offered.

My heart started pounding in my chest.

WHAT?!

This married dude wants to kiss me?!

"Only if you want me to." He whispered.

"Ok." I mumbled, not sure if he was serious or not.

He leaned forward toward my lips and I quickly pulled away, scared.

"I don't want you to get sick!" I blurted out, nervous.

Andy put his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it gently as he looked in my eyes.
"It's ok. I told you. I can't catch it..." He reassured me.

"Oh...ok." I replied nervously, my heart still pounding.

"...Close your eyes." He whispered.

I did.

I could hear the radiator in my room humming in the background.

His lips were warm.

Soft.

Delicate.

It felt weird to have someone else's lips against my own for the first time.

Weird.

But nice.

Pleasant.

Then they were gone.

I opened my eyes.

Andy was smiling at me.

"Was that ok?" He asked softly.

I grinned and nodded silently.

Then before he could say anything else, I closed my eyes and leaned forward, kissing him again.

An audible smack filling the air.

Then I kissed him again.

Only this time, I didn't pull my lips away.

I let the kiss linger.

Both of our lips staying pressed together.

I never thought my first kiss would be with a man so much older than me.

But it felt so right.

Butterflies were dancing in my stomach.

I reached my hand up to tangle my fingers in his hair.

He inhaled sharply through his nose but I was glad he didn't pull away.

My fingers played in his hair as I casually poked his lips with my tongue.

I was fully prepared for him to pull away from me, even though everything in my soul was internally begging him to open his lips and let my tongue inside.

He did the latter.

Slowly at first, hesitant if he should part his lips.

I let him know he was making the right choice by quickly thrusting my tongue into his mouth, past his lips and teeth.

He had a piece of gum in his mouth that I hadn't noticed him chewing earlier.
Cherry flavored.

We passed it back and forth between each other's mouths with our tongues as our French kissing grew in intensity.

Andy was breathing rapidly through his nose and I could feel a burning desire awaken inside of me.

A deep aching desire...

I was a virgin but Andy was stirring all of these vibrations inside of me and I felt myself getting horny.

Ever so fucking horny.....

I wanted Andy.

I wanted him bad.

My hand fell from his hair and I groped his dick through his jeans.

This broke the trance as I obviously crossed the line.

Andy quickly pulled away from me.

His gum was still in my mouth.

"I'm sorry!" I apologized quickly, spitting the gum out into my hand, as Andy stood up.

His eyes looked dazed.

He had an erection straining in his jeans.

He covered it with his hand as a blush creeped up his neck.

I couldn't help the words that fell from my mouth next.

"Can I see it?" I asked curiously, dropping the gum on the floor.

"What?" Andy gasped.

"Your dick. Can I see it? Please? I've never seen one in real life before." I confessed.

Andy blushed, "I - I can't do that! I'm sorry Darcy. I should go." He spun around quickly to leave but I called his name.

"Please don't go! Please! I just- I won't tell anybody Andy! I just really want to see it."

Andy paused but he didn't turn around.

"I can't." He said again.

"It's dark in here." I said, thinking it would entice him.

He didn't move.

I slowly got off of the bed and walked over to him.

He was staring at the closed hospital door.

Quietly, I got down on my knees in front of him and reached up for his belt.

His hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me but he didn't look down at me.

Instead he just quietly closed his eyes, a serious look on his face...almost an angry look.

I gently pulled my wrist out of his grasp and went back to taking his belt off.
He made a noise in his throat.

Almost like a whimper but he didn't try to stop me again.

His hands were balled into fists at his sides as I unbuckled his belt.

He never opened his eyes but he bit down on his lip when I reached my hand blindly into his pants to bring his dick out.

It was a fascinating thing.

A real life penis.

The skin was so soft on the outside but the middle was so hard.

Erect.

I grasped it gently, afraid to do something wrong, as I felt it twitch in my palm.

I giggled.

"It moved.." I said, excited as I explored my first penis.

It was large to me.

I couldn't quite close my whole fist around it and I was surprised by how hot to the touch it was.

Andy started breathing heavier as I fondled his bare cock in my hand.

His balls were hanging down, covered in tiny fuzzy hairs.

They felt so delicate...

The tip of his dick head had a little hole in it.

Where he must pee out of.

I kissed the tip of his cock head with my lips.

"Fuck!" Andy gasped, his eyes opening.

I quietly stared up at him.

He stared down at me, a look between anger and arousal on his face but he made no move to stop me.

I kissed it again.

Then I closed my eyes and licked it.

It tasted salty.

"-Darcy, don't!" Andy warned.

But still, he made no real move to stop me.

I wanted to taste it.

The whole thing.

I pressed the tip of his dick to my lips and pushed it inside of my mouth, letting my tongue bath his dick as I slurped it deep into my mouth.

It was so warm and salty as I sucked down as much of Andy's hard dick as I could.

It was twitching in my mouth as I rubbed it with my tongue.

Andy's knees went weak.

I pulled it out of my mouth and looked up at him as he steadied himself by holding onto my shoulders.

The anger on his face was replaced with a weak lust.

"Can you cum in my mouth?" I asked innocently.

I must have sparked something animalistic inside of him at my request.
He picked me up, wrapping his arms around my back.

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the hospital bed and laid me down.

I kept my legs spread open with my heart beating rapidly as Andy laid down with his head between my legs.

I wasn't wearing panties and he started kissing my smooth pubic mound, making my breath catch in my throat.

My pussy was right in his face, and he seemed about to devour it.

Instinctively, I wanted to close my legs around his head as his wet tongue plunged into my pussy slit.

I moaned when his tongue flicked my clit.

Andy licked circles around my clit, making me squirm with pleasure as he held my hips firmly in his big hands.

After licking at my hard clit, he began licking up and down my entire slit.

Slowly at first, then increasing the pressure and pace as he lapped up and down my pussy, savoring me on his tongue.

He must have liked the taste because he didn't stop.

My breasts were heaving under my gown, while he was lavishing my cunt with his oral attention.

I felt like my body was on fire, it was so stimulated.

His tongue licked into my slit, parting my pussy lips and delving inside of me as far as he could.

My moans became louder as he licked deeper and deeper, holding my hips tightly, his mouth pressed hard to my cunt.

"Shit.." I panted feeling his tongue wiggling inside of my tight hole.

My hymen stopped his tongue from going any further and he pulled it out so he could rub his fingertips over my pussy, making me moan even more with his teasing strokes.

He took my clit in between his fingers and began licking on it vigorously.

I writhed around on the hospital bed in pleasure, moaning his name and gripping the blanket, at the new sensation radiating from my pussy.

My clit was tingling as Andy's tongue played with it.

I could feel a pleasurable heat spreading from my inner vagina all throughout my groin, ultimately heating up my whole body.

The sudden heightened sensation from Andy's tongue stimulating my clit connected with the heat clenching in my pussy.

I felt like I was about to combust from the inside out.

I started to groan as the sensation intensified.

I could feel the inside of my pussy getting wetter with a sticky substance, lubricating my vaginal walls.

My pussy's reproductive way of getting ready for dick penetration.

"God! Andy! Fuck me!" I whimpered.

I wanted him to.

My entire body was screaming for it.

I wanted to feel Andy's cock deep inside of my slippery pussy.

He kissed his way up my stomach, helping me take my hospital gown off.

His lips on my breasts sent pulsing pleasure through my body.

I was content to lay there forever under Andy's lean body as he kissed my breasts over and over.

"GOD!" I gasped when he began to lick them.

Andy ran his tongue over my skin and glided the tip of his tongue around my nipples.

With his free hand, he fingered the wet bud he'd left, before he started licking and kissing his way up my neck.

His lips were so warm.

When our lips connected again, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

His jeans were down around his ankles and I could feel his hard dick poking my groin.

I longed to feel it inside of me.

My hands went up the back of Andy's jersey, urging him to take it off so I could feel his bare chest against mine.

Our lips broke contact for only a moment as he tossed his shirt aside.

I traced the tattoos on his chest with my fingers as our lips met again.

We were gliding our tongues together, swallowing each other's saliva when he reached a hand down to rub his penis against my pussy.

I whimpered in my throat as the erotic hot tingle shot through my clit, matching the pounding feeling of my heart.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Andy asked, pulling back to look at me.

I nodded, "Take me.." I begged, offering him my virginity.

He slipped his tongue back into my mouth and then his cock was at my virgin hole.

I was excited to be taking a man's cock for the first time and a strong adrenaline rush ripped through my body.

Andy pushed his rod forward, and I could feel his hardness prod apart my lips, until my hymen blocked his path.

The sharp, intense pain of my cunt stretching over his cock was making me weak.

I just whimpered softly into Andy's mouth as his other hand slid down to cup my ass.

He pushed deeper and finally his whole tip found its way inside and slowly more of his stiff dick slipped into my supple, virgin cunt.

I let out a small gasp as his tip pushed aside my outer walls.

Deep in his throat Andy mimed my moans as my walls wrapped around his hard flesh.

Then suddenly he stopped, pulling his tongue from my mouth and looking down at me.

"Oh fuck! You're so tight Darcy. I don't know if I can get it in any further." He gasped, feeling the walls of my pussy compress around his cock.

"It's ok, just push it harder." I said kissing Andy's neck, wanting him to burst through my hymen and be my first.

I sighed when I felt the tip of his penis spread aside my tight lips and force itself into my hot tunnel.

"Oh, Andy! Oh, fuck!" I crooned as his dickhead pried into my entrance.

I could feel him pushing but it seemed like his cock just wasn't going in.

I was starting to fear that maybe he was too big to penetrate my virginal-tight cunt.

I didn't want to say anything to change Andy's mind; this was, after all , my big moment. "Do it, Andy!" I begged, desperate to abandon my childhood. "Fuck me!"

Andy grunted as the head of his prick slipped a little deeper between my swollen cunt lips.

This time the whole head went in.

There was a stinging stretchy feeling inside my pussy.

It hurt!

But it felt good at the same time, even though Andy's size made my pussy ache.

"Fuck!" I cried.

"Shhh!" Andy hushed me, casting a worried glance at the closed hospital door.
"You have to be quiet, ok? We can't have anybody coming in here wondering what I'm doing to you. I would get in a lot of fucking trouble."

I nodded quickly, slightly turned on at the thought of someone catching me and Andy fucking.

He pulled his prick head almost all the way out.

My stretched cunt lips pulled outward clinging to his thick knob.

As my slit parted wider, I felt them enveloping the head of his cock.

Andy started sliding back and forth, sawing just an inch into my pussy.

Then, suddenly, he slipped in another inch.

"Oh God," I groaned softly, "You're in me Andy, you're in me!"

I could feel the tip of his cock putting pressure against my hymen as my slick pussy closed in around the entire tip of his pulsing manhood.

With his cock head buried into the velvety entrance of my virgin pussy, I could barely comprehend the sensation as the tip of his cock pushed against the elastic barrier of my maidenhood.

He would push forward ever so gently and it would respond by every so softly pushing back.

Andy pushed a little harder but my taut membrane of flesh refused to give.

I pleaded into Andy's eyes, my face a mask of pleasure and pain.

He kissed my lips. "Am I hurting you, baby?"

No one's ever called me that before.

It made my heart swell.

"I'm okay," I panted, "I just want you to fuck me! I want it all the way inside!"

He pushed again, and my hymen stretched painfully.

"You're doing it. Oh God, you're doing it!" I groaned, "It hurts!"

"Should I stop?" Andy asked.

"No - Yes." I pleaded. "Stop! It's tearing!" But I knew it was supposed to tear, so immediately I went on, "No, NO! Don't stop, KEEP GOING!"

Andy moved slowly, agonizingly slowly and I felt every motion as he filled me wall-to-wall.

Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes but I pressed my hands into his back, urging him on.

Then I felt the pressure as he touched my hymen.

Then he pushed and I felt a tearing sensation.

I started to bleed.

I screamed out in pain and pleasure when my hymen finally relented to the assault of his big cock.

With one deep thrust, Andy tore open my hymen as his swollen cock stretched my pussy to a new limit.

I squealed and let out a loud moan as Andy's cock penetrated deeper into my fresh cunt.

I froze, my eyes growing large as his cock shaft speared even deeper into me.

Almost fully in me now, Andy gently rocked back and forth as I grew used to the friction building inside of me.

It burned.

"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" I cried as the hotness flashed through me.

My yelps of pain were muzzled as I quickly buried my face into Andy's strong shoulder.

I had never known such agony and such abandon at the same time.

"Shhhhh...it's ok. It's ok. It's in, baby." Andy assured me.

Andy's dick felt huge as it invaded my tiny cunt.

Then he pulled back and thrusted in again and again, pushing deeper with each plunge, tearing the remnants of my virgin cherry to shreds.

After three or four jabs he was buried to the hilt.

I let out a shriek as he filled me up, moaning with pleasure and pain as my vaginal walls molded to the intruding shaft.

He lifted higher off the bed and then pushed in even deeper.

My body jerked as he hit my cervix, where nothing had ever touched me before.
My shrieks turned to grunts, then to low moans.

As Andy began to move in and out of my fresh pussy, I finally closed my eyes and fell silent.

I felt my cunt walls quivering around Andy's dick as he groaned and pushed all the way in, his pubic hairs brushing against me.

I could hear the hospital bed squeaking under us, as he withdrew and entered again and again, stretching me with each thrust.

I let out another cry.

My pussy grasp loosened a little and he began to fuck me harder ... in and out and in and out.

My pussy suddenly started to feel so good wrapped around his dick!

He began thrusting faster and faster and I felt so full with his hard cock as his balls slapped against me with each thrust.

"Oh, God! Oh, yes! Oh, do it faster!" I gasped.

He began seriously fucking me, sending coursing ripples of pleasure through my sexual center.

Ripples that grew more frequent and intense.

Soon our lust was in perfect rhythm.

His lunges were met by my pelvic thrusts as I started moving my hips up to meet him.

A thin sheen of sweat gleamed on our luscious flesh.

Our hearts and breathing became enraptured, as the hospital room became a blur.

I knew this was a once in a lifetime moment, and I would never know another like it.

I felt as if this was the last minute of my life and I wanted it to go on forever.

Andy was grunting loudly in my ear as he took my virginity.

My control slipped as blinding passion tore through me.

I wrapped my arms around him, thrusting and thrusting, our bodies shuddering violently.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I moaned.

Pure, unfettered pleasure held us enthralled in each other.

Wrapping my arms even tighter, I pulled Andy deeper inside, almost terrified of letting go.

I matched his every stroke with one of my own.

My full breasts jiggled up and down beneath him as I was taking his cock in; frantically enjoying his length.

Andy took me by the waist and drove to meet me harder.

As my breathing grew faster and my moans louder, I realized that I was about to cum on his cock.

We moved together, adjusting our pace as I began to learn my body and the joys it could deliver.

"OH GOD ANDY! I'M GONNA CUM!" I cried, my eyes flying open to look into his sweat drenched face.

He hushed me, quickening his pace, as he casted another worried glance toward the closed door.

It was only a matter of seconds before the blinding heat exploded inside of me, as a powerful orgasm washed over my body.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I moaned cumming on his thick pole as my pussy milked his entire fully embedded length.

Andy cursed as I creamed on his dick and started hammering my cervix, slamming his meat clear to my hilt with piston like strokes.

"You like this?" Andy moaned to me.

"Yeeesssss!" I cried wild with lust, I couldn't get enough.

"You like the way my dick feels inside of you?" Andy panted next.

"Ohhhh yeessss!" I loved getting fucked by his massive dick and it was sending me over the edge!

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked.

I nodded and he kissed my lips.

The liquid sounds of my slurping pussy filled the room as a loud squish accompanied his every power-laden thrust.

I felt another orgasm beginning to peek.

"Never stop, Andy!" I cried when our lips separated.

"Ohhhhh fuck, I won't! I won't ever stop, baby!" Andy promised.

His words made me shiver, then moan as his cock impaled even deeper inside of my adolescent cunt.

I gasped for breath and sighed as his cock continued ramming in and out of me.
It felt wonderful to have him fucking my slippery hole.

Then, I felt something completely new; it was his cock twitching inside of me.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I have to cum!" Andy cried.

"Do it!" I replied.

Andy shouted, "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" as his erection swelled, his butt muscles tightened, and I felt his balls throbbing against me.

Then, with an ear-shattering bellow he exploded inside of me, blasts of his cum flooding my cunt and oozing out onto the bed.

At the same time, I felt my muscles contract sharply as a flush rose in my chest.

Sparkling lights appeared before my eyes. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!!" I moaned again as my second orgasm hit.

My pussy already filled with Andy's cock, was now flooded with his boiling seed.

It was so tight that there was no room for the continued hot jets of his cum burning into me.

The pressure of the building load squeezed his molten seed past our seamless joint and with each stroke he pumped me full, sperm squirting out of my pink pussy.

I could feel the expelled semen run out of my pussy and drip like hot wax down my smooth inner thighs, staining the bed's blanket beneath us.

Andy held me as his cock jerked for the last time, shooting a final spurt of sticky cum into me.

"God, God, God, I love you Darcy!" he moaned as the spasms continued, hammering through him even after he had nothing left to give.

"I love you too, Andy!" I moaned back.

I wanted to lay there like that with him forever.

But it was inevitable with the noise we made that someone would eventually barge in.

I was still in such a daze of afterglow that I didn't even notice.

Not until we both suddenly heard the door slam shut.

We jumped at the abrupt noise and separated from each other on the bed, sitting up.

Andy spoke first before my eyes could even adjust to see who had just walked into the room.

"We weren't doing anything!" He blurted out, jumping off the bed and struggling to pull his skinny jeans back up.

It was his tubby little manager with fury on his red face.

"Were you two FUCKING?!" He growled through clenched teeth.

Andy instantly shook his head no with wide eyes, "I have no idea what you're talking about!" He lied, quickly zipping his jeans up.

I pulled my hospital gown back on and avoided looking at them.

"This is a fucking CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL! For CHILDREN! DYING CHILDREN, ANDY! You came here to grant a DYING girl's wish, not RAPE one!" His manager was whispering loudly, his teeth still clenched.

"-He didn't rape me!" I defended Andy.

Andy was looking around for his shirt so I tossed it to him.

"You are a MARRIED MAN in your TWENTIES!" His manager scolded him before finally turning his attention to me, "PLEASE tell me you're not thirteen!" He said with horror on his face.

Andy froze after pulling his jersey on and looked at me as well, seeming to have overlooked the obvious age barrier.

"No! I'm not 13!" I spit in disgust.

I'm getting upset.

"How old are you?!" His manager demands.

Before I can answer, I start coughing and can't stop.

Apparently Andy's manager isn't as brave as him, because he quickly slipped out of the room to the safety of the fresh air in the hallway.

Andy, however, came over to me and started patting me on the back as I doubled over in the bed, with my coughing fit.

I reached for my cough mask and just used it as a tissue for the sudden small clots of blood I was coughing up.

I was used to coughing up little sprinkles of blood but never clots. It scared me so bad that I started to cry.

For the first time, in a long time, ever since I was first labeled terminal; I was actually afraid of dying.

Terrified.

Andy seemed scared too.

"Do you want me to call someone?!" He asked.

I quickly shook my head no.

I didn't want anyone in here.

I just wanted to be alone with Andy.

When my coughing finally stopped and the mask was saturated with the blood from my lungs, I crumpled it in a ball and dropped it.

My eyes were blurry from the tears and my entire body ached from the stabbing full pain in my lungs and the burning in my throat.

I collapsed back on the bed, utterly miserable.

Andy covered me up with the blanket and brought me a cup of water from my discarded bedside tray table.

I was abruptly nauseous and couldn't drink but I used the water to rinse my mouth out.

"I'm sorry about everything..." I whispered weakly, laying back down on my side.
Andy bent down on his knees and rested his arms on the bed by my pillow as he looked into my face.

"You haven't done anything wrong." He reassured me, as he brushed my hair back from my face with his fingers and tucked it behind my ear.

His voice was so low, so soothing.

"I didn't mean to get you in trouble..." I apologized anyway, a tear slipping down my cheek.

He brushed it away with his thumb, sorrow on his face.

"Don't you worry about that...it's not your fault. I just wanted to make you happy." He whispered.

I forced a small smile, "You did. I didn't want to die a virgin." I admitted.

He smiled sympathetically and continued to stroke my face gently with his fingers as he looked in my eyes.

"I'm glad I could help you...did you enjoy it?" He whispered.

"Yes...I...I wish we could do it again, but...but I don't think I...."
I didn't want to finish my thought.

I could tell Andy didn't want me to say it either.

I was just so tired...

So tired.

"...I'm tired." I whispered to him.

Andy kissed me gently on the lips, "Then go to sleep, baby..." He replied.

I reached out and held his hand.

"Will you...will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" I begged. "I'm scared and I don't want to be alone." I confessed.

"Do you really want me to stay with you?" Andy asked.

I nodded.

Andy climbed onto the bed and laid down beside me.

He laid on top of the blanket and I laid under it, but it didn't matter.

We moved so he was holding me in his arms and I could rest my head on his chest.

It was comforting.

Listening to his heart beating in my ear.

He stared at the ceiling while I closed my eyes and concentrated on synching our heart beats.

I was drifting in and out of sleep.

A warm fuzzy feeling that took away my pain.

He said something as I finally drifted off for good.

A low whisper.


"....Then I'll stay right here."

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