Mike had been a friend and neighbor to Priscilla for over 5 years. He had watched as the Cancer took her strength before it finally consumed her. Now as he stood at her funeral he felt like he had lost his best friend. Even on her worst days when she was racked with constant pain, she greeted him with a smile and listened as he talked about his day or the woman he had screwed the night before.
Those were her favorite stories, she wouldn't let him just theorize about what happened. Oh no, she wanted all the gory details. She was a great woman.
He looked around at the people gathered around the closed casket. Priscilla had only been 33, to young to be taken from this world. He knew a few people gathered around but not many. His eyes rested on a young woman that looked to be no more then 21. She had Priscilla's jet black hair and green eyes. Her slender figure was covered in a black dress as she cried quietly into a handkerchief.
An older man standing beside her put his arm across her shoulders and she leaned against him. Mike knew that the older man was Priscilla's father, he had met him a couple of weeks before when he came over to check on Priscilla. She had been having one of her bad days and the man had asked Mike out for a drink after the visit was over.
He had felt awkward as the man cried into his beer, but he had just been there which is what he figured the other man wanted.
When the service was over, Mike laid the single red rose on the casket then walked away. He had done his duty to a friend; the rest of the time was for her family. He didn't think anyone would notice he had left anyway, everyone was crying and with someone. He was the only one there alone. He would have been surprised to know that as he walked away, a pair of eyes followed his every movement.
He saw the girl from the funeral again at the reception held afterwards. He brushed his graying dark brown hair back from his face as he walked up to her. "Hi." He said softly getting a glass of punch.
The girl turned to look at him. "Hi, you were Priscilla's neighbor weren't you? Mike something..."
Mike smiled. "Yes, Mike Anderson, I was with her when she died." Not many people knew it, but he had actually been holding Priscilla in his arms when she passed on. She had been afraid of dying alone and begged him to hold her. He knew he couldn't deny her a last wish. As she lay dying in his arms, he gently kissed her forehead then watched as her eyes closed and she took her last ragged breath.
Mike didn't cry at the funeral of his friend. He had spent his grief that day in her apartment as he just held her.
The girl nodded. "Thank you for everything you did for her. My father said you were a great friend." She wiped her eyes on a handkerchief held tightly in her hand.
Mike nodded, not sure what to say. "And you are?" He finally asked.
She looked startled. "Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Veronica. I am Priscilla's younger sister."
Mike nodded again, he knew that Priscilla had a younger sister but he had never met her. Priscilla was always bragging about how she was going to some high class college back east and was at the top of her class. "It is nice to meet you Veronica."
She smiled through her tears. "Thank you." She looked around the room then leaned close to him as if parting a great secret. "Can I ask you a favor?"
Mike just shrugged. "Sure."
Again she looked around before bringing her eyes back to his. "Will you fuck me?"
Mike was so startled by the question, he almost dropped his glass. "Excuse me?"
20 Year old Veronica, let her eyes drift over Mike's body. He had to be at least 6'2" and maybe 160lbs. His graying hair was resting just above his shoulders and his amber eyes looked at her in surprise. .
Her body came to life as she looked at him. She had seen him watching her during the funeral and figured why not. She smiled at him. "It's just that with Priscilla dying and everything, I need to feel alive. I need to know that I am alive." She lifted her watery eyes to his. "Do you understand?"
Mike lowered his eyes as what she was asking made sense. "Sure, you need to feel alive. I can understand that." He looked around the room. "I'm sure there are plenty of guys here who would do that for you."
Veronica looked down at her hands. "Most of the guys here are relatives. Plus none of them would understand." She looked back at him. "You were her friend. I figured if anyone would do that for me, it would be you."
Mike set his glass down on the table then took her hand in his. "Come on, let's get out of here."
They had barely entered Mike's car, before he had Veronica in his arms and his mouth locked on hers. She kissed him hard, her tongue slicing into his mouth, making him moan in desire. He let his hand brush over her 38D tit and felt the nipple harden against his hand.
He felt his cock hardening in his pants and it took all his control to pull away and not take her right there in the car. "I need to drive sweetheart." He said huskily pulling his mouth from hers.
Her eyes were dark with desire as she reluctantly pulled away. "Let's go. I need to be fucked so badly." Veronica's body had gone into overdrive when she saw him up close after the funeral, but now that she had actually tasted him, her body was on fire.
She knew that part of it was the fact that she was grieving and wanted to know for a fact that she was alive. But she also had to admit to herself that she thought Mike was a hunk and the thought of him fucking her turned her on something fierce.
