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Her First, Her Last, Her Only Part 1
Candace looked at her watch and paced nervously. It was 12:30 AM, and her cousin's red-eye flight was due in half an hour ago. Her apartment wasn't that far away, but there was still plenty of street between here and there, and for a winter night, that meant plenty of space for bad weather to influence one's driving. An agonizing eternity went by before the PA system finally crackled to life. "Ladies and gentlemen, Flight 2487 from Tobyhanna is now arriving at Gate 1." About time, Candace muttered angrily. She moved towards the glass doors and saw the plane's doors opening up. She saw a group of people disembark the aircraft, mostly older white people, but then she saw a dark silhouette moving against the white backdrop of the winter snowfall. It was her 23-year-old cousin, Dorian. He always covered up from head to toe in the cold weather, and the word 'cold' was an understatement tonight. It was Thanksgiving weekend, and it was Candace's first away from home. She had invited the whole family to come visit her from Philadelphia, and they were due to arrive early Friday morning. Dorian, however, was finished working for the weekend so he agreed to come up earlier.
The sliding glass doors opened and Dorian removed his hat and scarf. He scanned over the small group of people present before picking out his cousin.
"Hey, Candy, how have you been?" he exclaimed, setting his bag down and bear-hugging his twenty-year-old cousin.
"Good, Beau, and you?" Beau had been Dorian's nickname ever since he was a baby.
"I'm good. My platoon sergeant's been busting my balls all week about this weekend, but oh well."
"Yeah, trying to get me to pull charge of quarters Friday for someone else. I told him no; I've had my pass request in for three weeks now."
Candy smiled. "Well, the good news is, you're here. I really appreciate you flying in tonight. Everyone else won't be in until Friday, and I really didn't want to be alone on Thanksgiving Day."
Dorian kissed her on the forehead. "Truth be told, neither did I."
The two exited the terminal and got into Candace's car. The wind and snow battered them all the way back to her apartment. Once they got there, Dorian quickly began shedding his clothing. He was wearing two leather jackets with a denim vest over the top, a testament to brutal Pennsylvania winters. He was left in a sweatshirt and his jeans, which he removed once Candy showed him to the guest room. He stripped down completely naked and lay down to go to sleep.
Meanwhile, Candy took a quick shower and got ready for bed. Before she lay down, however, she stopped in front on her mirror. She was a little on the thick side, standing around 5'8" and weighing about 180 pounds. She had an athletic build, with 36DD breasts and a nice, round ass. So why was she having this problem? She couldn't figure it out for the life of her, and it was making big news on campus. She was the only person in the school suffering from this condition, and it was discomforting to say the least. But the problem itself was only half the story. The real dilemma lay in the fact that there was no one she trusted enough to help her in solving her problem.
Then her thoughts turned to Dorian. He had more than likely had the same problem when he first left home, so hopefully he'd be able to give her some advice. In truth, the two were not blood relatives, but one couldn't tell that from the way they interacted with each other. Their parents (who were also childhood best friends) had raised them only two houses apart. More than that, the two were more like siblings, having been almost inseparable from the time they were babies. She looked down towards a photo frame on her dresser. It held a picture of herself, Dorian, and Candy's brother Andrew. Whenever the chance was afforded them, they spent as much time together as they could. Dorian, Candy and Andrew trusted each other completely, sometimes with things they'd never even tell their own parents. Dorian was the only person Candace trusted enough to help her in this instance, yet it somehow seemed wrong to even think about it. She tried to lay down and go to sleep, but she could not rid herself of these perverse thoughts.
Morning came soon enough, and Candace woke up and looked out at the blanket of snow covering the ground, which was still being augmented by fresh flakes falling from the sky. As she took her daily birth control pill, her mind drifted back to the night before. The worst part about it was that not only had she not shaken her confusing thoughts, all of her concentrating had actually made them stronger. She tried yet again to shake them away as she put on her bathrobe. She opened the door and saw the guest room door open. She looked inside and the sight she saw flushed her sex immediately. Dorian was only halfway covered, lying on his back. He wasn't very muscular, but he was extremely defined, which was something that she liked in a guy. Whether she was aware of it or not, her hands were opening her robe and moving toward her extremely excited pussy!
Candace's hand poked through her clenched thighs and found her clit. As soon as one of her fingers touched it, she almost buckled at the knees. As aroused as she was, she tried desperately to keep from masturbating herself, and eventually ran back to her own room broken down in tears. She felt so foolish, having sexual fantasies about someone she was so close to. She felt dirty and ashamed, and wondered how he would react if he knew what she had just done. She was buried so deeply in her remorse that she didn't hear Dorian creak across the floorboards. He sat down on the bed behind her. "What's the matter, cuz?"
Candy sat up with a jolt; until he spoke she hadn't even been aware of his presence. "Oh, it's you...nothing, I'm fine."
Dorian of course knew better. "My cousin doesn't cry when nothing's wrong."
"I can't tell you."
"Candace Delilah Martin, when, in the past 20 years, have you ever not been able to tell me something?"
"This is just...oh god, I'm mortified at the thought of it!"
"At the thought of what? Having sex with me?"
No fucking way, screamed through her mind. It felt like he had plunged into her chest and ripped her heart out. She dropped back down on the bed, ashamed to face him. When he spoke, his voice was calm and reassuring, although he was thrown off guard at having been so dead on accurate. "So...tell me? Why do you want to have sex with me?"
She sat up, not altogether sure that what she had to say might end up destroying their relationship forever. "OK, I'll tell you, but you have to swear to me that no one else finds out about this conversation."
Dorian gave a look of bewilderment. "What conversation?" Candy was relieved; this was their solemn oath. She told her tale contritely: of being the only virgin in school, even after a full year there; the taunts and teasing she endured on a nearly daily basis; of not being able to find anyone worthy enough to give this part of her to. Most guys went by a 24 hour rule: after having sex, they seemed to make it a mission to tell as many people as possible before the end of the next day. She didn't want to be known like that: a girl who would just give it up at the drop of a hat. She wanted her first time to be special, with a special person. Dorian was the most special man in her life, she confessed. Nobody knew her ins and outs better, nobody knew better how to make her smile, laugh, cry, or trigger any other emotion known to the human mind. She wanted him to deflower her more than anything, which angered her more than anything else.
Dorian hat been sitting, lending an ear while Candace spilled her guts. He dropped his head in thought for a moment after she finished, then chuckled out loud. "Can I tell you something?"
"I've been thinking about this since we were young."
Candace was flabbergasted. "What do you mean?"
"I've always been attracted to you. I mean, you have an amazing body, and you're the one girl that knows me better than anyone could ever hope to. I mean, granted, I don't think that I would have ever had the courage to bring it up, but it's always something that's been sitting in the back of my mind. It always did seem kind of silly but now, knowing the way you feel and all..." He stopped, and took a deep breath.
"What?" Dorian's silence worried Candace; he really wasn't the type to do anything out of the norm like this. She was worried about behind rejected, before he turned and kissed her deeply. She was caught off guard for a moment, but only a moment as she wrapped her arms around him, signifying her surrender not only to him, but to her own desires as well. She released his body just long enough to let her robe fall away, leaving her as naked as he was. The two lay embracing each other, until Dorian broke away. "Are you absolutely positive you want to do this? Everybody else will be here tomorrow; it's now-or-never time." he asked her. Candy opted for now, producing a condom from under her pillow. Dorian laughed. "How long have you been planning this?"
Candy blushed. "Since you said you'd be able to make here a day early."
"You're something else, you know that?" Dorian said as he put the rubber on his now steel-hard cock. He placed it in Candy's hand, telling her, "Whenever you're ready; I'll make sure and be gentle." Candy nodded and placed Dorian's tip against her slit. She swallowed hard as she pulled him into her. The first couple inches went relatively easy, and she just rocked her hips back and forth until she felt ready to take the rest of it. Dorian was more than content to let her do the work, as she shifted her ass down the bed, engulfing her cousin's length bit by intense bit. Eventually she couldn't take any more; he was at her cherry. She let him stroke her insides for a few minutes, then cooed into his ear. "Dorian?"
"Bust my cherry now."
"All right, but fair warning: this is going to hurt."
"Well, like you said, it's now or never."
"All right," he conceded. He raised her knees up and spread them slightly farther apart, allowing him better access to her. He wrapped his arms around her, and she hers around him. Dorian began to pick up the pace, causing Candace to scream louder the faster he moved. He kissed her deeply on the lips, and Candace wrapped her legs around his hips in anticipation of what was about to happen. Suddenly and without warning, Dorian dropped his hips straight down, plunging directly through the last remnant of his cousin's virginity. The searing shock tore through Candace, lighting her very soul aflame. Then, all was calm. Dorian pulled out and held him next to her. She snuggled up near him. She didn't know how sexual satisfaction was supposed to feel, nor did she care. All she knew, as she drifted off to sleep, was that she truly felt satisfied.
THE END, PART 1