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Olivia's aunt, Shaniqua Jackson-Brown said she didn't have room for her sister's kid; she had five of her own still living at home and also had two children from her oldest daughter living in the two bedroom subsidized housing unit. Thankfully, Bob and Linda New said they had room for the girl.
"And if we didn't? We'd made room for you," Bob assured the girl.
"You'll always have a home here, Sweetheart," Linda told the girl.
Olivia did her best to make her foster mother and foster father proud. And, they were proud of her. From time to time, CPS did place other African-American girls with Bob and Linda New; there were not very many African-American foster families in St. Elizabeth Parish. Some of these children accused Olivia of trying to be white. Olivia always smirked at these foolish statements.
"Yeah, if not wanting to be a slave to my circumstances makes me white? Then yeah Baby, I is as white as white can be," Olivia would declare. "And y'all can just kiss my shiny white hiney."
Olivia did well enough in school that she managed to earn a partial academic scholarship to the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. Gordon and Kelly King also instructed the Nicole King scholarship to assist with any needs the ULD scholarship did not provide for the young woman.
It was a very tearful moment in the new household when Olivia Clarice Brown left the home to move into the Murphy dormitory. Olivia promised she would come home every chance she got; the New House had been the eighteen year old girl's home for the past ten years.
When Olivia found out that the Nicole King scholarship was giving her a weekly stipend of fifty dollars, Olivia tried to give the money to Bob and Linda. She knew that CPS, the State of Louisiana had paid the News some money each month for her care and upkeep. She didn't know how much the state paid, but Olivia was sure it had not been enough.
"Sweetheart, stop it," Bob snapped. "That? That's your money. "That's yours. You earned every penny of that; you done the best you could. You earned that."
"Olivia, sweet girl, we don't need it," Linda assured the girl.
Dormitory life was nothing new to Olivia. She'd shared a bedroom with as many as four girls at a time and one bathroom with as many as seven other girls. The drudgery of schoolwork was nothing new to Olivia. She thrived in an environment of higher learning, where most of the people there were there because they wanted to be there and wanted to learn, unlike high school where most of the students were there only because they had to be there.
Simone Bernard, Olivia's roommate was the exception to the rule. She was in college because her parents insisted she attend college. She'd taken a 'gap year' and still was not ready for the rigors of college life.
"This sucks," Simone declared, wrinkling her nose at the small dorm room. "And you believe? We got to shower with all them girls?"
"Believe me," Olivia stated. "Soon? You won't even notice they're there."
Simone had no intention of going to class or studying or participating in college life at all. She had every intention of flunking out; the sooner the better. Despite her roommates lack of scholastic motivation, Olivia liked the beautiful blonde, enjoyed her company.
On their third day of classes, the air conditioning went out in Murphy's Dormitory. Each room was given a box fan or an oscillating floor fan and were encouraged to open their windows.
"I. Am. Dying. Here," Simone gasped, fanning herself with a ULD book cover.
"Yeah, it is pretty bad," Olivia agreed, grabbing for her homework as the fan slowly whirred past her desk.
"I can't take it anymore!" Simone shrilled, stripping out of her clothing.
Olivia looked over as the beautiful blonde flopped back onto her cot, fully exposed. She shook her head at her roommate's antics. Then she squinted her eyes, staring at Simone's beautiful 30C breasts with light brown areolae.
"Simone, those, you got your nipples pierced?" Olivia asked, seeing a metallic glint against the girl's light brown areolae.
"Uh huh," Simone gave a guilty giggle, thrusting her chest upward.
"I, that, that hurt?" Olivia asked, feeling a warmth beginning between her legs that had nothing to do with the overwhelming heat in their room.
"OMG! I, I just about peed myself," Simone agreed, fingering the barbell in her right nipple.
"That, how, where'd you get that done?" Olivia asked, feeling her own nipples crinkle in excitement.
"Know that Chinese restaurant? Out in Kimble? Um, Hop Kim's?" Simone said, pointing in the general direction of the restaurant.
"I guess. I mean, I've never been, but..." Olivia agreed.
"What? You've never... Anyway, right next door is this little place. She's this itty bitty Chinese lady, think she's Korean or something..." Simone said. "She does tats and piercings."
"She's either Chinese or Korean," Olivia corrected. If she's Korean then she wouldn't be this Chinese lady..."
"Oh, whatever. You know what I mean," Simone groused. "Anyway, she does tats and piercings and that kind of stuff."
"Tattoos?" Olivia wrinkled up her face, still staring at Simone's nipples.
"Uh huh; I'd love to get one. I'd get a rose, right, here," Simone said and drew a line along the valley between her breasts then curved to the top of her left breast.
"Then why don't you?" Olivia asked, still staring at Simone's breasts.
"Uh? Money? These ain't cheap," Simone shrugged. "But my twentieth birthday is in a couple months. Maybe then."
"You, can you feel them? When you're just lying there?" Olivia asked.
"Uh huh. Oh, and the clitty one too. Went to the gym the other day? Treadmill? About lost my mind," Simone admitted, giggling at the memory.
"Clitty?" Olivia gasped. "You, you got your clitoris pierced too?"
"Yeah, see?" Simone said, using her fingers to open her sex.
Looking, Olivia could see the glint of something metal at the top of Simone's cleft. Even though she wanted to get a better view, Olivia would not leave her seat, would not get close to Simone's pussy.
Living in the foster home with several other foster girls over the years, Olivia had heard the occasional giggles and gasps and moans when they were supposed to be sleeping. Olivia had even had her fair share of girls hesitantly approach her to join them in a few nighttime games. She had always refused these advances.
"See, it's a short barbell; she went through the hood," Simone explained, still holding herself open for Olivia's inspection. The barbell ball rests right on my clit and just kind of rubs, back and forth, back and forth and..."
"How much did that cost you?" Olivia asked, nipples so hard they ached.
"Since I went with stainless steel? Oh, and done all three at the same time? She gave me a discount," Simone said. "All of it? All together was only three hundred bucks."
"Wow," Olivia said, not knowing if three hundred dollars was a good price or not.
"God! It is just too hot in here!" Simone whined a moment later.
Friday evening, Simone took Olivia to Hop Kim for authentic Chinese cuisine. And, after egg drop soup then garlic chicken for Olivia and beef and broccoli for Simone, Simone dragged Olivia into Hop Dan's small shop.
"How you do...oh! You back! You get tattoo now?" Hop Dan greeted Simone.
Olivia stared for a long moment at the four foot tall Asian woman; she was very beautiful and very small. She then looked at the glass case where Hop Dan displayed her rings and barbells.
"Hop Dan best at tattoo; everybody say Hop Dan best," the woman continued. "No pain, I go slow so it not hurt."
Simone agreed and she and Hop Don selected the simple rose tattoo from a series of Polaroids Hop Don had mounted in a photograph album. Hop Don directed Olivia to a single wooden chair in the corner and plopped two photograph albums into Olivia's lap.
"Here. You look. Hop Don best, very good at tattoos. Best, very good at piercing," the woman claimed then guided Simone behind a beaded curtain.
The first album had several pages of Polaroids of tattoos. Olivia had to admit, there was a certain artistry to the designs. Some of the pictures made her raise her eyebrows. Others made her shudder. The final six pages had more intimate tattoos. Olivia admired the roses one blonde had done on her hairless mound. Her face was not in the photograph, but her blonde hair hung down, visible in the picture.
"Now, why, who would do that?" Olivia asked herself as she looked at a depiction of a 'wooden sign' above an anus that read 'Keep Out-Exit Only!'
The next book held several photographs of piercings from earlobes to genitals. Olivia admired the various nipple rings and barbells depicted. She studied the photographs of women's' vulvas showing their labia adorned with rings, bars, even one with a small padlock.
"Three hundred," Olivia mused.
Olivia was again looking at the book of tattoos; she studied the Polaroid's of African-American tattoos. The beaded curtain rattled and Simone exited, smiling a satisfied smile. Hop Dan gave Simone a jar of salve and recited instructions for the care of the tattoo. She ran the credit card then turned and asked Olivia if she had decided on a tattoo or possibly a piercing.
Olivia knew there was enough money in her Nicole King Scholarship fund for at least one nipple, or perhaps she should have her clitoris pierced first. From the photographs she'd studied, the piercings actually went through the hood of the clitoris, not the clitoris itself.
"Perhaps later," Olivia finally decided.
"My dad's going kill me when he sees the charge," Simone confided to Olivia as she drove them to the campus.
