Cancer [f]or[m]s no barrier to awesome hook-up.

In '01 I was living at home and attending law school before moving into my first apartment. I went on AOL a lot that year (and the two years prior and, especially the following year, 2002) to meet women. One women with whom I chatted was named Juliet, and, sadly, she had cancer. I forget the specific type of cancer, but it was something related to her vagina (e.g., cervical, ovarian). This came up when I was asking if she ever met any guys in person off of AOL. She had, but they turned out to be assholes because she wasn't willing to have sex with them. It was then revealed that she "wasn't a prude," but with her medical condition, intercourse was simply not recommended. Either that or she just wasn't comfortable with it.

Once I learned she had cancer - and she was my age 22 - of course, I tried to empathize through the chat box. But I also wondered what she was looking for off of AOL ... To that end, I volunteered (truthfully) that while I had met women off of AOL in the past, I had yet to have sex with any of them. I echoed her language, stating I "wasn't a prude," having done other sexual things with some of the women I had met - just not intercourse. That was actually the closest I came to lying because I actually hooked up with ALL of the women I had met up to this point, not just "some."

Not surprisingly, Juliet asked what sexual things I had done with them. I told her that I went down on some of them. She then asked, "And did they do anything in return for you?" "Some gave me a hand job, others a blow job, and then some 69'ed with me," I replied. Juliet used the nascent "LOL," and went on to say, "You're right, you're no prude."

At this point, I said, "While I totally understand why you couldn't have intercourse, does your diagnosis prevent you from receiving oral sex?" "As a matter of fact, no," was her delightful response. I segued to the topic of her and I meeting and potentially being sexual, and said, "If we met and we were mutually attracted to one another, I'd want to go down on you with no expectation of your doing anything to me." She again typed "LOL," and said "you don't have to pity me because I have cancer." I replied, "No, that's not it. I would want to go down on you because I think I would enjoy going down on you. I just wouldn't want you to feel like you had to do anything in return if it's too strenuous for you." In my mind I was envisioning this poor cancer patient endeavoring to blow me while on chemo, so naturally I wanted to put her mind at rest.

Juliet then upped the ante and said, "Well, alright, but I have to warn you I wear a wig and you'll probably be able to tell." I then said, "If you're saying you'd be willing to meet, I'd be 100% down for that. I have absolutely no problem with your wearing a wig." (Which, of course, was the truth.)
Juliet was satisfied and we agreed to meet at an all-night-diner that I had used for this precise purpose in the past. My parents were out-of-town and my younger sister was in college, so I had the house to myself if we hit it off in person. And I was really hoping we would hit it off because I wanted to go down on Juliet after first learning of her cancer diagnosis.

Juliet was not a bad looking woman at all when I met her at the diner. She was somewhat tall with a mousy brown wig. Yes, I could plainly tell it was a wig, but I said that I could not tell. She looked very much like the younger version of a distant aunt of mine (which I got a kick out of). Her breasts were not that large, but seemed perky. Juliet was friendly, but her mood was understandably dampened for all she had gone through (and would continue to go through). Still, when I suggested we go back to my house, she knowingly smiled and said, "Sure."

It was pretty late when we got to my house - past midnight so there was no reason to delay our hook up. I took her up to my bedroom and we started kissing. I started taking Juliet's clothes off to which she was agreeable. I got her down to her underwear pretty quick, and started rubbing her vagina over her panties. Juliet then said, "Well, one silver lining to chemo is I don't have to shave down there." I took that as my cue to remove her panties. Sure enough, she had sparse pubic hair the color of her mousy brown wig, and it was obvious that very little of her original pubic patch remained.

I directed my face to her vagina. Her labia were a nice shade between pink and red. Nice, meaty lips and a nice sized clit. As I was about to take my first lick, somewhat sarcastically, Juliet said, "Well, looks like I'm gonna get your AOL special." I retorted, "Absolutely! You're nicer and prettier than most every other woman I met off of AOL, and I ate their pussies. So I really want to eat yours." To this, Juliet spread her legs as far as they would part, and as I did take that first lick, she let out a high-pitched moan.

Because I was legitimately hot in all of my clothes, I asked Juliet if it would be okay if I got undressed too. I said, "Like I said, I'm not expecting you to do anything to me, but I thought you might be more comfortable with a little equal representation." Juliet laughed and said, "Yeah, that's cool." I stripped down and showed off my fully erect penis. Juliet smiled at the sight of it and remarked, "I see the real reason you wanted to get undressed." "Oh, this?" I quipped, "Don't worry, he only looks aggressive, but he'll behave."

I then proceeded to lick Juliet out in earnest. Shoving my tongue into her hole, flicking her clit, kissing her labia minora. In doing this, I laid on my back with my feet next to her head, her right leg straddled over my torso. So, of course, my erect cock was level with her right hand. I got the distinct impression Juliet orgasmed (though she didn't announce it per se). I was so happy! Though there was nothing outwardly apparent about her vagina to indicate she had cancer (except the sparseness of her pubic hair), from having talked to her, it was clear that her vulva (or related part(s)) caused her much pain, fear, and anxiety. I was enthralled with the idea that I was able to allow her vagina to give her pleasure.

Right after this point, her right hand reached over to my erection and started pumping away. I was still eating her out hoping to make her cum again. Juliet, meanwhile, was giving an awesome hand job. Beating my meat (much like my own style of masturbation) while also massaging my glans in a very expert fashion. As she said over chat, she "was no prude."

My body was turned so my cock was aimed at her torso as she did that. Lo and behold after about five minutes of her jerking me off while I diligently licked her vagina, I orgasmed. I tried to sound surprised as if to suggest that I really didn't expect to get off. As I recall, I said something like, "Ohhhh? I think I'm gonna cum." I then blasted Juliet's torso with about five huge jets of semen. It was a great orgasm and an impressive cumshot. Laminated Juliet joked, "Hey, I thought you said he was going to behave." We both laughed, and of course, I went to my bathroom and brought about 20 squares of toilet paper to render proper aftercare to Juliet.