LUCA, Chapter 1
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Graphic sex follows.
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The Luca series are based on some true incidents, but names and places have been changed to protect the not so innocent. The events took place over two decades ago in a time before the scourge of AIDS and the mortal need to practice safe sex. Additionally, drug use is described, but before I am flamed for this I would like to point out the setting is an enlightened foreign land where such things are decriminalized. Any comments should be addressed to me.
LUCA'S LONG WEEKEND (1 of 7)
ONE: A BAD DAY
Luca was perspiring when she finally sat down on the train. She was also
very angry. Sweat matted strands of her frizzy brown hair to her forehead
and her face glisten. Luca's anger made her eyes appear wider and cheekbones
more prominent and enhanced her already attractive features.
Why was she angry? It had been just one of those days. Everything had gone wrong, or so it seemed. Her lover...[the author, perhaps I should be described given what unfolds here more accurately as Luca's "then current permanent lover"] . . . had called to tell Luca he'd be delayed a few days and miss most of the weekend get away she had planned for their reunion. It hardly put her in a good mood. At work in the trendy upscale boutique where she clerked, Luca snapped at a customer and when reprimanded by the store manager talked back and quit. Or was fired.
Whatever.... Lonely, jobless and frustrated was not a good combination of feelings for someone as volatile as Luca. She had decided to get away from the city a day earlier. Her friend Ana had promised her the apartment at the beach for the weekend, the weather was nice, and her ingrate lover had abandoned her. Luca had quickly packed and rushed to catch the train for the beach and almost missed it.
The cheap vinyl seats chafed Luca's thighs and sucked her flesh. When she shifted her legs to unglue them the old pervert sitting across from her tried to stare up her legs and under her floral short skirt, not quite mini but close, for a peak of her crotch. She shuddered at the thought, and was glad she'd put on panties when she returned to pack. Still he's staring at my breasts...not much there, she thought. Nonetheless, she felt her nipples harden. The old man offered her a cigarette, which she decline and lit up one of her own import brand. She smoked staring at the ceiling of the train carriage, pouting when she exhaled and always feeling his eyes all over her.
Luca was glad when the lights in the car weren't turned on when the train passed through the dozen tunnels before her stop. The old pervert didn't have the nerve to reach out and touch. She thought about her lover in the dark, what a bastard, leaving her and then not coming back when he said that he would.
When her stop arrived Luca quickly ran through the station and through the winding narrow streets of S-----. The town had been a fishing village and market town for the surrounding area until discovered by the tourists. In the two decades since the Spanish tourist boom had begun the foreigners and the locals had cheapened the S-----'s with postcard and souvenir shops, bars, dank apartment buildings and the rest of the trappings. Still, the older parts of town still maintained much of the charm that brought the tourists there in the first place.
As Luca walked to her destination a crew from the municipality water works whistled and cajoled her, inspired by her teenage body. Ana's apartment was at the old center on a hill that bisected S-----'s two beaches, near the church and had a view over the market square from the kitchen window. Luca climbed up the narrow stairwell to the top floor and unlocked the door. The front room had a small balcony that looked down over a street to the northern beach though it was set back from it by a couple of blocks. The furnishings were spartan and cheap, as they were in the rest of the apartment. A narrow hallway led to the back of the apartment where the small kitchen and bathroom were, with a bedroom on either side. Luca threw her bags onto the bed in the larger room and sat down. It was three o'clock on Thursday afternoon. There was nothing to do until Monday; then she'd have to look for a job. Well no, nothing to do until Sunday when that shit Remo finally arrived.
She'd take a shower, Luca decided, cleanse herself from the city grime and wash away the bad day. And then to the beach to work on her tan. Summer was almost here and she might as well get a head start. Maybe a swim if the water was warm enough.
Energized by this plan Luca quickly stripped off her damp clothes, grabbed a towel and some toiletries from her bag and walked naked to the bathroom. Ana had put in a full-length mirror, she noticed. She stood before it and looked at herself. Her hair was a mess, plastered down by the heat and the day's exertions. Her breasts curved pleasantly from her chest. They were small but full and hard. Remo liked that. Luca cupped them so that her nipples showed through between her index and middle fingers and pressed them together to form a valley of cleavage. Luca's skin was naturally dark, but she was always fascinated that the plateau behind her nipples had a pink hue.
[I had perhaps attuned her to that--the fascination was originally mine.]
She turned around and looked at her reflection over her shoulder. Her cheeks were like a 13 year old boys' -- very compact and firm. Luca continued her self-scrutiny and decided she was in good shape except...the hair of her snatch had grown out over the winter months and needed some attending.
In the medicine cabinet
Luca found a couple of new throwaway razors but no scissors to first clear
the jungle of her pubic hair. Luckily she had brought a pair of nail scissors,
and Luca used these to remove some of the thicker tangles. She mixed some
soap and water into a foamy cream and shaved the edges of her thatch.
Damn, she thought after she rinsed after the third attempt, I can't get
this even. Luca decided to just get rid of it all. She used the worn razor
to mow down the rest of her pubic curls, just leaving a tiny triangular
patch above her lips, and then used a new razor to smooth the remaining
stubble. It felt weird, the air passing over her naked lips as she finally
finished the job and want into the shower stall. Luca looked at
the small tuft she had left, cow licking to her left, and turned on the
faucets.
The cold water shocked her body. Luca immediately picked up the bar of soap from the dish and ran it over her upper body and hoped that the warm water would come quickly. She noticed her nipples were shriveled from the temperature change and pinched them in an effort to restore their perkiness. The pinkness of their outer halos were readily apparent against the white bar of soap in spite of winkles. The hot water started to flow and Luca rubbed the bar across her belly. She felt a longing tremor her body. Too preoccupied with the task of shaving herself without injury, Luca hadn't realized how turned-on the razor's sharp edge had made her. Concerned about her appearance Luca reached through the curtain and found the small scissors in the sink and trimmed the cowlick.
Picking up the bar of soap she lathered it over the newly exposed skin. Her fingers curled through the little triangle that she had left unscathed. God I'm horny, she thought. Remo had been gone for two months and her body missed her. She let a pinky slide over her embedded clitoris, between her cleft, and its immediate response. She washed the opening of her vagina and immediately her outer labia began to engorge. Damn, the asshole. She pulled apart the lips with both hands, stretching them outwards and rubbed her index fingers around the mouth of her vagina. Immediately she felt her wetness mix with the water flowing over her body. Her thumbs needled her clitoris slowly, as if walking on the spot over it. God damn him, Luca thought, and let her hands march faster. She closed her eyes and leant against the wall of the stall. Her fingers circled faster inside her and begun to focus on the spot, just out of their reach, while her thumbs began to run the spot. A minor wave of pleasure jerked her body, and then Luca was racked by a major orgasm.
Opening her eyes because her legs had jellied with the intensity Luca realized the water was turning cold. She was panting.
[End One]