Date: Tue, 27 May 2014 22:48:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: ben albrecht <orpfynmakyr@yahoo.com>
Subject: "A Visit During Chemotherapy"

"A Visit During Chemotherapy"
by GrandMoff

Note: This fictional story is intended only to entertain adult readers. If
you aren't legally old enough to do so, please do not read it. This story
contains offensive language and a sex scene.

^V^V^

Marissa wasn't home.  I knew exactly where she was.  She was at
Ste. Vivienne's Clinic, keeping Sosette company.

I felt bad for Sosette.  I did.  But she was a girl with issues.  Partly
because of that, I didn't want my daughter near her except during school
and at home.  Marissa knew this, of course, but she went to see Sosette
every chance she got.

Sosette had been diagnosed with a carcinoma on her lower colon at 14.
She'd gotten chemo, surgery, and radiation and the cancer had gone into
remission.  Later, she'd been pronounced cancer-free.  During that time, my
daughter had been a 13-and-a-half-year-old volunteering at the children's
hospital.  Marissa had met Sosette and the two of them had become friends.

Since Sosette had missed a year of school, she'd returned in the same grade
as my Marissa.  From that point, the two had begun taking classes together,
picking the same extra-curricular activities, going on double-dates...heck,
everything.

Three months after she'd turned 18, Sosette had been diagnosed with cancer
again.  The doctors had caught it early, but it meant more time in
hospitals and clinics for the poor girl.  She'd had successful surgery
right away, but there was chemo ahead.

Then I'd learned from Marissa how dramatic Sosette's home life was.  Her
mom and step-dad fought a lot, occasionally to the point of punching,
kicking, biting, and scratching.  Her older brother often drank and got
high on whatever he could find and/or steal.  He wasn't often at Sosette's
house, but when he was, he brought two or three of his friends.  Sosette
didn't feel safe then.  At least a couple of times, she'd seen one of them
brandishing a gun.

When I'd invited Sosette to stay at our apartment, she and Marissa had
jumped at the opportunity.  The day before she'd turned 19, she'd said
good-bye to her mom and come to live with us.  (We threw her a nice little
birthday party.  She and Marissa had looked so happy and content!)
Luckily, she was still covered by her mother's medical insurance; her chemo
wasn't quite complete yet.

One night after dinner, I'd seen Sosette washing the dishes and Marissa
drying them.  That had been when I'd noticed the just-healing cuts on
Sosette's forearms.

Less than a month later, I'd gotten out of bed very late when my phone had
begun vibrating noisily on the top of my dresser.  Since I was up anyway,
I'd gone to the bathroom for a glass of water and heard a sound I'd
recognized immediately.  Sosette and Marissa were both in Marissa's room,
having "intimate relations."

A lesbian was sticking her fingers inside my sweet little girl; I wasn't
happy with this development!  I waited until the weekend to talk to Marissa
alone.  I had told her that I knew she and Sosette had had sex and that I
didn't want them doing so under my roof.  I also told Marissa that because
she saw Sosette in school and at home, she shouldn't visit Sosette unless I
was with her and she shouldn't stay in after-school activities with Sosette
once Sosette got well and returned to school.

To put it very mildly, Marissa opposed these actions.

I'd never had an argument like that in my life, not even with my
ex-husband.  The shouting match had ended with her running out the front
door, slamming it, and driving away--probably to the clothing store in the
mall where Sosette worked.

^V^V^

Here I stood in my empty house.  I wondered so many things.  Would Sosette
react to my objections to her infatuation with Marissa the way Marissa had?
Sosette had always been respectful and soft-spoken around me.  But a cancer
survivor must have a will of steel under it all.  Honestly, her environment
must have warped her quite a bit, even if it didn't show on the outside.

Staying here and thinking wasn't going to help our little family.  I had to
go to the clinic and see Sosette--and Marissa.

^V^V^

The clinic staff know me by sight, just as they know Marissa and Sosette.
The guy working reception at the moment smiled at me when he saw me
approaching.  "Room 2106, Mrs. Pearson," he said.

"Thank you, Anthony," I replied.  I went right for the stairs, to the
second floor, then turned right and proceeded up the very wide corridor.

When I got to the room, the curtains that separated half the room from the
other half were drawn, so that only a sliver of the room's other side could
be seen--and even that wouldn't be seen unless the observer got really
close to the curtains.  However, I noticed the very bottoms of my
daughter's shoes and the legs of the chair in which she sat.

As I was entering, two clinic staff workers were in the vacant half of the
room, busy with a piece of equipment that records vital signs.  (I'd heard
a P.A. call it a "robo-nurse" before.)  The machinery rattled a bit and one
of the casters squeaked.  There was quite a racket for about a minute.
Eventually, they wheeled the machine out the door.

"Wow, that was noisy," said Sosette.  "Well, like I was saying, I've been
writing that essay for the scholarship panel in the meantime.  It's almost
done."

"And you've been bored to tears," said Marissa.  "I'm sorry I couldn't get
here sooner."

"It's been fine.  Really!  Don't worry about me. I have to get this done
and I make more progress when I'm by myself."

The girls hadn't noticed that I was here.  I supposed that I should
announce myself and go in to talk with them--but I wanted to hear what they
would talk about when they were alone.  Eavesdropping isn't usually my
thing, but would I ever get a chance this good again?

"...college next year," Marissa was saying.  "I've talked to a couple of
friends who're living there now.  They say it'll be no problem at all to
get housing together."

So Marissa planned to live with Sosette in college, did she?  She hadn't
said a word, knowing I'd be against it.  This was something else to talk
about.

"...sounds like a great setup.  The professors actually teach the classes;
it's not all just delegated to T.A.s.  We'll probably learn more about
medical science in a semester there than we would in four years at State
University!"  That was Sosette talking again.

"Yeah."  Marissa spoke, but she sounded distracted.  I heard her chair
creak quietly.  She was getting up.  "When are they coming to talk to you?"

Sosette replied, "Dr. Alami or Nurse Foster-Goodwin should be up here to
discuss the test results at 5:30."

Their discussion was very easy to hear from the other side of the modesty
curtains, but I wanted to see.  Feeling guilty but super-curious, I got up
and went closer to the slit where the curtains met.  Marissa was saying,
"...know what we can do while we wait for the doctor."

"This again?  Are you ever not horny?" said Sosette.

"Hey, that's not fair!  You know as well as anybody that if a new tumor
develops, the earlier we catch it, the better.  C'mon, let me check your
breasts for lumps," Marissa said.

"If this is so proper, why do you always make sure to stop before anyone
sees us?" Sosette asked.

"Well, I don't want the nurses to think I'm trying to do their jobs for
them."

Marissa and Sosette giggled.  From my vantage point, I could see Marissa
opening Sosette's flimsy gown and putting her hands on Sosette's perky
little tits.

This was how it was?  It seemed as though Marissa was the instigator.  My
baby girl--I thought she had been shielding her friend when she'd said that
she'd "made the first move" romantically.  But now they were alone
together.  Her actions were explaining everything with complete honesty.

...And Marissa was honestly getting to first base.  As I watched, she took
one of Sosette's dark brown nipples into her mouth.

"Marcy, we'll get caught!" Sosette protested quietly.  Her actions didn't
match her words, though; she combed her fingers through Marissa's short,
auburn-dyed hair.

Sosette was the only person who called Marissa "Marcy."  I'd always thought
that was pretty cute, but the way she said it this time was sultry and
seductive.

Hold on, what was that?  I reminded myself not to think, just to watch and
listen.

What I heard was the sound of my daughter suckling another young woman.
What I saw was two gorgeous young ladies kissing and touching one another.
It looked...natural, somehow.  Maybe even sweet.

My right hand had snuck down to the zipper of my jeans.

Angrily, I clasped my hands together behind my back.

"Your breasts don't seem to have any irregularities, Miss Curran."  Marissa
planted a wet kiss on each of Sosette's puffy nipples.  Sosette cooed
happily.  "Next, I'll check you for uterine carcinoma."

"'Uterine?'  I've never had any uterine problems--"

"--We need to catch it early if you ever do," said Marissa with an air of
authority.  "We have to check."

Why didn't I turn away?  I wanted to.  My moral consciousness pleaded with
my lewd consciousness.  I did not want to see this.  I did not!

Marissa's long-fingered hand stroked Sosette's pelvic area; the motion was
hidden only by the paper-thin hospital gown.  Sosette looked around
nervously.  A couple of times, I was terrified she would notice me, but her
eyes continued to sweep the little area enclosed by the curtains.

One part of my mind recoiled.  The rest of my mind wished that Marissa
would flip up the hem of the gown so I could get a better view.

I kind of got my wish.  Marissa hiked up the gown, but she also shifted her
position, so I only had a glimpse of Sosette's pretty, mahogany-colored
pussy.  Even from several feet away, I saw the shiny liquid coating her
lips; Marissa had done a good job of turning her on.

Marissa sat in my line-of-sight, but I could guess what was happening from
the clues her arm motions and Sosette's breathing gave me.  After some
teasing, my daughter inserted at least one of her fingers inside Sosette's
vagina.  Sosette's breath hitched for a moment and she let it out with a
pleased sigh.

"Not feeling anything unusual so far," Marissa said.  "But I'll keep
checking...."

Sosette's little squeaks and gasps informed us that the check was quite
thorough.  While I watched and listened, I absently rubbed my breasts; they
felt a bit too...confined, somehow.

"Oh, what is this 'lump'?" Marissa asked.

"That's not a--oh!  Oh--uh!  That's my...spot!" Sosette stammered joyfully.
Her hips began to rock under my daughter's hand.  Sweat was visible on her
forehead.

"I see," Marissa teased.  "I'd better check it for proper sensation, all
the same."

"Marcy!"  Sosette's voice was no more than an excited whimper.  "I love you
so much.  Oh, right there!"  Sosette's curvy hips bounced off the sheets.
Seeing her body in the throes of orgasm was breath-taking.  My own clit
throbbed as I stood silently.  Watching Marissa hold up her glistening
fingers and put them in her mouth was incredibly sexy--

--Someone touched the door knob!  I pulled my hand from my panties (it had
somehow snuck to my crotch again) and fixed myself while the girls on the
other side of the curtain fixed themselves.  I tried to keep calm.  I'd
have to play it cool to keep the girls from finding out about my
eavesdropping.

While the door opened, I turned away and acted as though I had been
straightening the visitors' chairs.  Dr. Alami had arrived.  She was a
tall, plump, happy woman; her smiling face was always reassuring.  Only a
couple of steps behind her was Nurse Foster-Goodwin, carrying Sosette's
thick file folder.  He looked happy too, for a change.  He was very
professional, but his expression was usually a scowl.  The doctor ignored
me, but the nurse looked at me suspiciously for a moment.  However, he said
nothing; he just followed the doctor.  Dr. Alami had pulled aside the
modesty curtain by this time.

The young women were red-faced, winded, and perspiring, but Dr. Alami
ignored that as well.

"We can leave off the chemotherapy, as planned.  The results of the tests
are all negative, Sosette," she said.  "Your intestine is cancer-free."

"Yes!" said Marissa, lunging and hugging her girlfriend.

"That's wonderful, Doctor!" I said.  Marissa and Sosette double-taked; they
hadn't noticed me standing behind the doctor and the nurse.  (I'm shorter
than both.)  I beamed at Sosette.  She looked puzzled for a moment--she
knew that there had been friction between Marissa and me about her--and she
gave me a brilliant smile in return.

^V^V^

I talked with the nurse in the hall while Sosette and Marissa gathered
Sosette's things from the treatment room.  "Her cancer wasn't particularly
aggressive, but it was surprising how fast she beat it," said
Mr. Foster-Goodwin.  "She's a fighter."

"Why do you think that is?" I asked.

"This is just my professional opinion, of course; I can't prove it.
Sosette has something to fight for.  Or someone."

^V^V^

When the nurse had gone, I stood in the hall, waiting.  I could easily hear
the young ladies' voices.  Somehow, the tenor of the conversation had
become serious.  At least, it sounded as though it had.

"...every day no matter what.  It's more important than anything!  What if
you died?  Do you know what I'd do without you?" Marissa asked.

Sosette sighed.  "No, I don't.  And you don't either.  So don't say
you'd--"

"--I'd have to find someone else!  Of course, she'd have to be a blonde or
a redhead, because dark hair would remind me of you whenever she was with
me.  She'd have to have bigger boobs than you do and she'd have to make
different noises when we fu--"

Sosette had grabbed a bed pillow and hit Marissa repeatedly with it.
"You...are...an...evil...bitch!  How do I put up with you?" Sosette managed
to ask through her laughter.

I stifled my laughter.

And I realized that Marissa sounded just like I sometimes had when I'd
talked with my most treasured loved ones.

This visit had lifted the veil from my eyes.  Hearing and seeing them
together, I had grown to understand.  Marissa was in love with Sosette, the
way I had been in love with her father not too many years ago.  What I had
thought was teenage rebellion was instead something beautiful.  My daughter
and her lover had grown to adulthood together and love had blossomed
between them.

The pair stepped into the hallway.  Marissa was clutching Sosette's upper
arm protectively.  Sosette was usually weak for a day or two following
treatment; Marissa was there to support her if she stumbled.

I surprised the hell out of them by wrapping my left arm around Marissa, my
right arm around Sosette, and hugging them tightly to my chest.  "Sosette,
I'm so happy for you!" I said, holding back sudden tears.

Then it was my turn to be surprised.  "I love you, Mom," Sosette said.

"I love you, Mom," Marissa repeated.

"I love you, Sosette.  I love you, Marissa."  Sosette, take care of my baby
girl, I added silently.

The day they left for college, I said it aloud.

^V^V^

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