Mike entered the hospital room and slowly shut the door behind him, locking it with his keycard. "What took you so long?", a soft voice called out, startling him.

Chris waved at him from her bed, amidst a forest of tubes, wires and monitors. Mike hurried over and dropped his backpack besides the bed. He leaned over and kissed his girlfriend on the lips. She pulled him in closer, and opened her mouth, letting Mike swirl his tongue around hers. Mike savored the sensation as they french kissed. The two broke off, saliva stringing from each others lips.

Chris looked down at her lap. "Mike, I've gotten worse", she mumbled. "The doc says I've only got a couple weeks left in me". Mike felt his legs stagger, his heart dropping down into his stomach. "W-What? But t-the treatment was going so w-well", he stuttered in shock. She looked up at him, a regretful look on her face. "I lied", she said simply, her head turned away. "I was being selfish. Seeing you every day, I didn't want to see you sad or worried about me."

Her fingers fidgeted with the IV tube inserted into her arm. She looked back at him, tears rolling down her face."I'm sorry, you deserved to know", her voice cracked.

Mike sat on the bed, swung his legs over, and embraced her tightly. She wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him closer. "Fuck me", she whispered. Mike shivered as her warm breath caressed his ear. "I don't want to die a virgin."

Chris pushed him away, sat up, and undid the buttons on her hospital gown, revealing her firm stomach and modest, palm sized breasts. Mike felt his dick twitch and pulse as she pulled the gown off entirely, leaving her naked. Before her illness, Chris had been the star of the Sir Oakbridge Secondary School Senior Girls soccer team, and her body still retained traces of that athleticism.

Her slender fingers gracefully pulled the fly down on Mike's jeans. He felt his heart flutter as she pulled his semi erect dick out and grasped it in her warm palms. Chris pulled the bed sheet over them and jerked Mike's dick until it grew stiff and ram rod straight. She moved herself down the bed until she was face to face with Mike's manhood. She took his cock into her mouth and pushed herself down until her nose bumped against his pelvis. Chris bobbed her head up and down, licking and sucking Mike's cock. He felt his climax coming and grabbed her head, pushing it down as he blasting thick strings of cum down her throat. She pulled away, coughing and hacking.

"Oh shit, are you okay?", Mike looked at her with a concerned expression. She wiped away the semen around her lips and nodded. "You surprised me there, dude", she said as she snuggled against his chest. "How about round 2, popping my cherry?" A mischievous grin spread across her face. "No need for protection, I won't live long enough for that."

She straddled his pelvis and pulled at his dick, which was rapidly regaining its hard on. "

Hey, now its my turn to take the lead", Mike sat up and pushed Chris down. He stared at her beautiful brown eyes, her flushed freckled cheeks and her cute reddish brown bangs.

"What are you waiting for, big guy?", she teased. "Just admiring you", he whispered, emotion crawling into his tone. Shaking his head, he placed the tip of his dick at the entrance of her tight teenage slit and rammed it in. Chris's nails dug into his back as she gasped in pain. Mike looked down at the blood seeping into the bed sheet. "How about that, I'm a woman now", Chris looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. Her usual wisecracks were nowhere to be heard.

Grunting, Mike began to pump his cock into Chris's pussy. She moaned, the initial pain subsumed by the pleasure of her boyfriend's penis slamming into her. Her long, toned legs wrapped around his torso. She pulled his face down and kissed him again, on the lips. With a final gasp, Mike came once more, shooting a thick, hot wad of jizz into her womb. She came at the same time, her love juices flowing down his cock and her inner thigh.

"Mike, I love you" Chris gasped, "I lo-HURRrrrrrngh!" The girl doubled over, grasping at her chest. The EKG machine she was hooked up to began to emit an ever faster sequence of bleeps. Chris raised her head with a weak smile. "I-I think this is it", she grasped his arm tightly, her nails drawing blood. "I'm scared, Mike", she uttered, her voice tight with fear. Mike grabbed her as she fell over. Tears slipped down his cheeks and dripped onto her face. "I love you too, Chris", he choked out.

She never responded.

Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. The EKG machine registered a flat, high pitched tone. Mike felt her hand fall away limply. He sobbed and held her tightly, as if to keep her warmth from slipping away. Christina Luccini passed away at the tender age of 17, on the evening of the 26th of June, 2019.