Olivia
A Costa Rican Girl's Story
Prologue
"Dammit."
Olivia looked down between her legs as she sat on the toilet. A few drops of deep red blood dissipated to a light pink as they slowly spread out over the surface of her dull yellow urine.
"I didn't think I was due to start until tomorrow," she muttered to herself. Reaching for her cell phone on the vanity top, she checked her calendar. Sure enough, she was a day early, or at least twelve hours or so. Now her cramps would begin while she was in class the next day.
"Dammit."
Not that it mattered much. She didn't have a boyfriend or girlfriend or lover of any sort other than her fingers...and they didn't care about a little blood...though they did seem to have a mind of their own at times.
As she started to wipe herself, she felt a familiar tingle race through her groin. She leaned back against the toilet bowl, her legs trembling slightly. Her clit swelled against her finger. She rubbed harder...faster...until a quick sharp orgasm flooded through her body. As the climax ebbed away, she slumped back, satisfied and unsatisfied at the same time.
She really needed a lover, someone kind and tender...and most of all...knowledgeable and experienced. All her friends had boyfriends or were married already, except for Isabella and Rosa. They were roommates and Olivia suspected they were lovers as well.
Her friends all told her she was good looking, with firm c-cup breasts, slim waist and taut ass. Her dark brown hair flowed down to the middle of her back. Her grandmother hectored her constantly about finding a man, getting married and making her some grand babies.
At twenty and in her third year in the university, Olivia was still a virgin...mostly. The flimsy membrane that was the definitive proof disappeared long ago with a tiny pinch at the end of a hair brush handle.
There had been a guy in her first year at university she really liked. After a couple of dates, their contacts became more intimate. A thrill coursed through her whole body the first time he gingerly touched her breast and again when she first brushed her hand across the cock bulging in his jeans when they kissed. At last one night, he reached down between her legs and she gladly spread them for his hand to rub her warm pussy through her very wet panties.
Yet, she was afraid to let him fuck her. She gladly jerked him off, even sucked his cock a couple of times, but as much as she wanted to, she never let him slide his hard cock into her pussy. Frustration grew for them both, with hand jobs and finger fucking leaving them aroused but unfulfilled.
While thrashing against his tongue one evening, her hips raised up and he slipped down to rim her ass. She shuddered and pushed back against the probing tongue. He rolled her on her belly and ever so gently rubbed the tip of his throbbing cock against her tight asshole.
Olivia groaned her approval, pushed back and he slipped into her ass a short way, pulled out and pressed in a little deeper. She moaned, the pain and pleasure both overwhelming and arousing. She reached back and fingered her clit and fucked him back hard. He grunted and after a half dozen thrusts, she could feel his warm cum gush into her and seep down her thigh.
They remained lovers for the rest of that term. Every chance they had, he would lick and suck her clit and pussy until she climaxed on his face, then fill her ass with sticky warm cum or sometimes pull out to jerk off on to her dark pussy hair while she fingered her clit. He left at the end of the term and didn't return.
She never saw him again nor did she ever tell anyone else how much she enjoyed being fucked in the ass or feeling warm sticky cum gush on to her pussy. Since then, her only lovers were her two hands, but her pussy often clenched, and many times she masturbated, remembering that hard cock pounding in and out of her as cum dribbled down her leg.
The Introduction
Her reverie was broken when her mother called her to the kitchen. She fished a tampon out from under the sink and slid it inside her pussy, not for the first time wishing it was a man's hard cock.
Her black party dress hung on a hook on the door. She slipped it over her head and smoothed it down over her hips and around her perky breasts. The front dipped provocatively down between her tits with a seductive hint of their true fullness. The hem ended at mid thigh, framing her slim legs. She giggled thinking how her grandmother would frown, considering such a dress a wanton display.
They expected a large number of family and friends for a party in the garden and her mother needed some help. The kitchen was already crowded and bustling with three neighbors chopping and dicing a huge pile for fresh vegetables and fruits. A few younger kids carried the loaded dishes out to the tables. Other neighbors were arriving carrying covered dishes or coolers with beer and soft drinks.
She knew everyone, of course. The entire street was like a huge extended family, from the older women who changed her diapers to the youngest kids she had cared for at one time or another herself. She moved easily from one person or group to another, a tender touch here, a shallow hug there, always a kind word and a broad smile. Even the occasional pat on her ass from the old men as she passed was a joy.
From across the way, she saw Humberto talking to someone she didn't recognize with his back to her. Humberto was about ten years older than her, lived across the street and down two doors. She knew him her whole life. He was a plumber who probably had been in every kitchen and bathroom in the entire neighborhood at one time or another. She also knew there were a few bedrooms he frequented during the day when other men worked elsewhere.
When he spotted her, he waved excitedly, beckoning her to join him. As she approached, the stranger turned and her breath caught in her throat. The man looked to be in his early forties, about 1.8 meters tall and compactly muscled. His curly black hair had a touch of gray at the temples. His face was rugged and deeply tanned, with dancing blue eyes that smiled as brightly as his mouth.
Humberto happily introduced him as Benigno, the owner of a Peruvian restaurant in the arts district near the university where he had recently done some work. Benigno took her extended hand, bowing deeply as he brought it to his lips for a light kiss. A bolt like electricity went from her hand directly to her pulsing pussy.
"The pleasure is all mine," he crooned letting her hand fall from his and standing straight again. "You are a very lovely young lady and a gracious host."
It was all she could do to maintain her composure as the banal conversation welled up around her and Benigno. After a few moments, she excused herself to attend to other guests. From time to time she sneaked a look in his direction and every time his eyes were locked on her. The few times their eyes met directly, her pussy clenched and throbbed.
Her duties kept her busy for the next hour or so. The next time she looked, neither Humberto or Benigno were anywhere to be seen. By that time, many had already left and the others assisted her mother clean up and put things away.
In her room, she stripped off the black dress and carefully hung it in the closet. She was tired and felt the first twinges of the cramps that would make the next day miserable.
As she lay on the bed, her mind wandered back to those piercing blue eyes and rugged face. She slipped one hand inside her panties, her pussy warm and wet beneath her fingers. Pinching a nipple just increased the growing arousal in her groin. She rubbed her clit harder and harder, stretching out the orgasm as long as she could while muffling her cries with a pillow. The climax helped ease the discomfort of the cramps and she fell asleep with her hand still inside her panties.
