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Subject: {ASSM} Luca--1 of 7 (f, mast)
Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 06:10:02 -0400
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INTRODUCTION: A couple of people emailed and asked me to post this.  This was
written in '94 if my memory serves me well.  I haven't reworked it other than
to run it through the spell/grammar check and correct some of the more glaring
errors, and to note that it is based on events over two decades (and not one)
ago.  In fact this was the first time I even looked at it in five years. It was
originally posted in A.S.S. but probably before the archive was set up.  Thanks
to those who sent positive comments on "Visiting Professor I" and until I'm
ready to post new installments of that story, hope you enjoy this. ASS.


LUCA'S LONG WEEKEND (1 of 7)
   by Alex S. Sexton

WARNING: This story may be reproduced but the author requests that its
integrity be maintained.  This story contains sexually explicit material and is
intended for adult reading only.  "If you lack the maturity to grasp this
disclaimer, then under no circumstances read this story without guidance of
someone more mature (to quote Deirdre)."

The Luca series are based on some true incidents, but names and places have
been changed to protect the not so innocent. For those of you who find the
early parts tame I can pledge that the series will heat up.  Among topics are
autoerotica, male-female, female-female, group, mild non-consensual, and
inanimate objects.  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.


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 1]

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