There is an old principle called "Murphy's Law" which goes something like this; if a thing can go wrong, it will! Well, I have no idea who this 'Murphy' guy is, but if I could have gotten a hold of that son-of-a-bitch this morning, I would be kicking his fucking ass!
The first day back to college classes after the summer break is always a hectic time. Yet, today a better word might be 'frantic'. Things started going wrong when Mom's alarm clock went off late. After discovering she'd overslept, she had jumped out of her bed and ran to wake me up.
Living again in my mother's house was surely a sore spot with me. I suppose I could sum up my predicament in a two-word, oft-quoted maxim: "IF ONLY!" If only the economy hadn't of gone to Hell in a hand basket; if only I had a full ride scholarship instead of a partial academic one; if only I had a better paying part-time job; and if only shit didn't happen, then maybe I could have a place of my own!
Mom was practically screaming in my ear. "Chris, get dressed quick as you can," she wailed. "I'll pour some cereal and milk. You don't want to be late for your first day back! You are a 'senior' this year so you don't want to make a bad impression on your professors."
After jumping up, I bathed, shaved, and made myself presentable. As I walked into the kitchen, the back screen door slammed open and my energetic girl cousin rushed in. Candi Christmas Cane was her name. This girl and her parents, Aunt Carol and Uncle Jim Cane, lived nextdoor to our house. Supposedly, my aunt and uncle had given their daughter her unusual name because she had been conceived under the holiday mistletoe.
"Sorry I'm late, Aunt Jane," Candi said breathlessly. "Mom overslept and just now woke me up. Sorry Chris, I know you had 'plans' for this morning, but you'll have to change them, I guess. Can I get a quick bowl of cereal, too?"
We three, Mom, Candi, and I, sat at the kitchen table quickly wolfing down our breakfast. I know Mom blamed herself for our hurried rush. She shook her head and spoke apologetically, "Chris, I don't know what your 'plans' were, but I'm so sorry you won't have time do whatever it was."
Well hell, Mom wasn't anywhere near as sorry as I was! I had made plans to finally take my virginal cousin's cherry before breakfast and she had eagerly agreed to give it to me. Mom and Aunt Carol were supposed to have left for work over an hour ago. Damnit, if they hadn't of overslept, I could have had Candi's cherry picked already!
Candi and I had been pussyfooting around with this plan most of the summer, but all we'd done so far was quite a bit of oral sex play and a whole lot of touchy-feely handwork.
Over the past weeks, I quickly found out that Candi was eager and willing to learn about sexual intercourse from her older cousin. At 21, I was an experienced, mature male who was enthusiastically agreeable to the notion of becoming the girl's sex-ed tutor.
Living nextdoor to my cousin, I'd watched her grow from an awkward, gangly little girl into a quickly maturing young lady. Over the years, I'd had a front row seat as I watched her feminine body blossom into young womanhood. While we had never gone 'all the way', Candi and I had experienced more than our fair share of innocent 'hands on' sex play.
This month the both of us had a birthday. I had become old enough to publicly drink. Candi had her 18th birthday which finally took her off the 'jailbait' list and gave her the maturity of wisdom to enter college as a freshman.
Candi was ready for the next step in our sexual adventures and so was I, but now that goddamn Murphy's Law fella had messed up my plans for fucking my barely-legal teenage cousin! I'd left the girl alone while she cramped and bled this past week. She'd told me just yesterday that her menstrual period was over and I could fuck her this morning before class.
Shit, now I was going to have to wait to dip my cunt-hungry meat into her hot-wet vaginal hole! My horny cock and I had reached our 21st birthday this week without getting to celebrate inside Candi's pussy. I was horny as hell, disappointed, and pissed off mad!
The dress Candi had on this morning wasn't helping my situation any. Most girls might be wearing shorts and tops today, but not my pretty cousin. Candi was a 'girlie-girl' who much preferred skirts and dresses to shorts or jeans. The summer dress she had on today was pale yellow, sleeveless, and sexy. The skimpy garment was pretty damn short, too!
With my cock thumping wildly, my imagination took hold. Hell, I knew how every square inch of this girl's body looked, smelled, felt, and tasted! The only place I hadn't touched was the magical cavity hidden inside her pussy's virginal veil. The sexy dress covering Candi's feminine form only served as a teaser to inspire horniness.
Mom must have noticed the faraway fantasizing look in my eyes. Hopefully, she couldn't guess as to what I was fantasizing about. My meandering musings were interrupted when she spoke sternly, "Chris, get your mind off of whatever it is you're thinking about! Right now you and Candi need to leave for school."
While Mom's voice was stern, there was a mischievous gleam in her eyes and a teasing smile on her face. I couldn't help but wonder if she knew more about her son's plans than I was giving her credit for. As she opened the door to go out, she spoke over her shoulder. I wouldn't swear to it, but her words seemed to give a hint to confirm my thoughts. "Candi, Honey," she said. "When Chris brings you home from school, perhaps you can help him out with his 'plans'."
Not another word was said. Mom left to pick up Aunt Carol. Just as Candi and I headed for my car, that old bastard Murphy laid his law down again. Rain began falling. The skies opened and buckets of precipitation fell.
By the time we got to the car, Candi and I were both soaked. My cousin's wet dress clung to her teen body like a second skin. Hot-damn, I wanted to strip the dress off and dry her sexy wetness with touches and kisses! How was I going to be able to wait until classes were over this afternoon to fuck her? Hell, my cock wanted out of my pants so bad it was about to bust my britches!
Without warning, that son-of-a-bitch Murphy struck again! My car wouldn't start, it wouldn't hit a lick! This was a shitty time for this to happen! Why, we couldn't walk to the university in this pouring rain and Mom had already left in her car!
Only one alternative presented itself. As much as I disliked the notion, I would have to drive the 'ARK'. Of course now, it wasn't really an ark. No, it was a car Dad had left when he ran out on Mom. The Ark was an old station wagon made back when plenty of room was needed for families. This vehicular monstrosity was big, heavy, and long. Candi had nicknamed it the 'Ark' because it was big enough to hold Noah, his family, and two of every kind of animal in the world.