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Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 06:10:05 -0400
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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.


THREE: A NEW FRIEND

It was midmorning when Luca woke. The sun's rays passing through the slats of
the blind had already toasted her supple body. For a moment Luca wondered where
she was, stretched out on the tussled sheets and then remembered. While Luca
found it hard to move with any urgency she was able to arouse enough energy to
shower and dress, if that's what you would call it, for the beach. Before
descending to the bright sunny world outside she breakfast on coffee, the heel
from a loaf of French bread, cheese and the obligatory morning cigarette. She
was wearing a tight maillot that her sister had given her the Christmas before
last. It did not do much for her skin since it whiteness contrasted with her
skin and gave it a certain sickly pallor. Later in the year, after Luca spent a
few weeks toasting on the beach, the suit would only emphasize her dark skin
and tan. But Luca wore it anyway - Remo liked the different shades of tan
rippling across her supple body. [That's not quite true: I always preferred the
white bits and their contrast with the skin in between.]

Luca looked for her new friend from yesterday, but the black haired Karol was
nowhere on the beach. It was a little more crowded than the previous afternoon.
Luca could see the same group of men and women settled at the same spot they
had been. There were a few families with young children playing in the eddies
along the shore. Luca settled down on her towel at a quiet spot away from most
of the other beach goers, stroked lotion on her exposed skin and lay on her
back, eyes closed, to soak up the sun's rays. She had to adjust her swimsuit as
the crotch rubbed tightly and uncomfortably against her own. Quickly she
drifted into a near-sleep, and only aroused from her slumber when Karol arrived
and set down her things and herself next to Luca.

They shared a quiet morning together, lying next to one another, talking
occasionally, smoking cigarettes and sharing a small "breakfast" joint that
Karol had rolled earlier. After a while they swam together in the cold dark
water, and then walked along the wave line up the beach. There they flirted
with the group of tourists, Germans it turned out, that had come down for an
early vacation.  While they played some volleyball with the four couples, it
was clear that they were paired off and there was no action for Luca or Karol
there. But all enjoyed the game, throwing themselves with abandon in the soft
cushion of the deep hot sand.  Karol and Luca swam again to rinse the fine
particles of sand off their bodies.

It seemed so innocent, thought Luca as she dove under the water. Last night
just never seemed to have happened.

Luca was thinking of the events just twelve hours ago when Karol had pinned the
hapless teenager against the wall of the courtyard and ordered Luca to suck his
cock. Luca had, greedily, enjoying its mouth filling size and swirling the pure
come that had involuntarily shot into her mouth. And later Karol had sought to
taste that same come from Luca's own mouth. Luca remembered that kiss, and
suddenly recalled that Karol's hands had stroked her breasts earlier last night
while Karol exhaled thick smoke from her lungs into Luca's mouth. All that seem
to be in another age. Now Karol was just like another friend, one Luca liked
but only knew a little more than an acquaintance. Luca looked at her new
friend, and her heaving breasts as she jumped playfully through a wave, like
small cantaloupes straining against the netting of the blue and white bikini
top.

As they walked thigh deep through the water to the beach Karol suggested they
eat lunch at her cabin, which overlooked the beach. She pointed toward the row
of fisherman shacks that stood tall on stilts that lined the edge of the sand.
The two girls packed up their beach gear and started walking to Karol's home.
Karol's particular home was plainer than most of her neighbors, thought there
was a delicate ornate red and green design set on the white background. They
climbed the steep stairs, almost a ladder, to the front porch set some eight
feet off the ground. Karol unlocked the front door and led Luca inside. The
inside was a single room about fifteen feet wide and stretching back some
thirty-five feet. Around the front door was the living area with a threadbare
sofa, a couple of hard chairs and tables, and a small black-and-white T.V. A
colorful Indian tapestry, almost transparent, hung from the ceiling and offered
partial privacy for Karol's sleeping area. At the back of the cabin was a small
galley kitchen and, as Luca supposed correctly, a tiny bathroom.

Karol plunked down her bag and towel on one of the chairs. I _have_ to shower,
she said. Why don't you go through the fridge in the back and see what you can
find to make a salad?

With that she disappeared to the back of the cabin. Luca waited discretely for
a few moments before heading in the same direction. Reassured by the sound of
the shower Luca busied herself washing and cutting up the vegetables she found
in the kitchen. Luca heard the water cut off but was preoccupied with slicing
an onion and the eye watering reaction it caused. She barely noticed Karol's
presence behind her when her new friend spoke.

That suit looks really tight. It's cutting into your shoulder.

Luca felt a hand brush across her back and a finger lift the strap off her
right shoulder. Karol slowly removed the strap down Luca's arm. Luca stood
paralyzed looking down at the diced onion and tomato slices on the cutting
board. She could feel Karol's breathing against her neck. Karol softly grasped
the nape of Luca's neck and massaged the muscles and vertebra with her fingers.
Karol's other hand stroked Luca's now-bare shoulder down the top of her arm to
where the strap pinched her flesh.

As if Luca was a doll, Karol turned her around so they stood face to face.
Karol was naked but for a towel that hung from her shoulders, barely covering
her generous breasts. Shower water beaded on Karol's dark skin and pasted down
her silky black hair. Luca felt like an automaton and let the elder girl slide
the other strap of the maillot from her shoulder. Karol caressed the top of
Luca's chest and felt the outline of Luca's collarbone. Slowly Karol pressed
her face toward Luca's and let their lips brush together. Their flesh pressed
harder together and Luca felt the cursory explorations of Karol's tongue probe
along the cleft between her lips. Like last night, before, Luca could only
allow her lips to part and felt Karol's tongue snake along her teeth and curl
into the space and touch the bottommost portion of her jaw. Delicately Karol
ended her search and pulled away. She took a step backwards.

Do you want to take a shower first? Karol asked.

Luca wondered at the final word of the question. First, what did she mean by
first?  Luca shook her head.

Karol took her hand and pulled Luca toward the front of the room. Somnolent
Luca allowed herself to be led. Karol plopped onto the bed and pulled Luca down
with her. Within seconds Karol had pulled the top of Luca's swimsuit down to
her midriff and nestled her face in Luca's breasts. Luca lay on her back while
the larger girl perched over her; she could feel Karol's thigh jerk against her
crotch.

I've never done this before, Luca said. She barely recognized her voice. Karol
removed her mouth from Luca's left nipple, and looked at her questioningly.

I've never done this before, Luca repeated. With another girl, I mean.

For a moment Karol stared at her. Then all of the sudden she smiled and said,
Well girl, you're in for a real treat!

With that Karol went back to suckling Luca's nipples. Her mouth was soft on
them and she didn't nibble with her teeth as often as Remo Luca closed her eyes
and enjoyed the feelings that were being aroused through her body. She felt the
maillot slowly being peeled downward to her hips, and compliantly raised them
so that Karol could pull the flimsy white fabric from Luca's torso. This seemed
so normal, Luca thought, so natural. She could feel Karol's hairy crotch rub
against her thigh, feel the wetness that exuded from its cavern. Karol's
fingers slowly dropped across Luca's belly to the area she had shaved the
previous day. Luca remembered the self-induced orgasm she had in the shower
after she had shaved her pubic hair. She felt Karol's finger stroke her labia
and yearned to be racked by Karol to the same physical high. 

For a big girl Karol moved with natural ease over and around Luca's body. Luca
soon felt herself fully aroused and could feel the droplets of her anticipation
dribble down to her thighs. Karol lapped these juices easily and was soon
circulating her tongue around the open pit of their source. Karol's tongue
traced a path around Luca's outer lips while her nose nudged against Luca's
enlarging clitoris. Luca enjoyed a small wave of pleasure. Then Karol engulfed
the engorged bud between her lips and darted her tongue across the surface of
Luca's clitoris. Luca soon writhed in pleasure and clamped her eyes shut.

When Luca opened her eyes she was confronted with the dark thatch partially
hiding Karol's own cunt.  Luca could see the reddened outer labia and the dew
that formed on them through the black curls of pubic hair.  Karol's heat and
the tangy- sweet aroma brushed over Luca's face.  Meanwhile Luca felt Karol's
fingers, at least two, pulse rhythmically into her vagina.  She could feel
Karol's nails scratch the surface of her moisten inner folds.  And still
Karol's lips and tongue wrestled Luca's clitoris.  Luca could not bring herself
to do any more than a cursory lap or two into the tangle of hair spread before
her face.  Before she could do any more to reciprocate, Luca was lost to the
pleasure brought about as Karol found as massaged her g-spot.

Karol was intent on pleasing Luca and moved her hips so that they pressed
against Luca's left shoulder. Karol satisfied herself by rubbing her crotch
against Luca's arm while her fingers and mouth worked on Luca. Spasmodically
Luca orgasmed.  Luca could feel her urinary tract tense. Remo had done this
once or twice before. Luca felt a desire to pee but through will power forced
herself to relax. Still Karol, ever energetic, stimulated Luca's vagina, her
clitoris and let her fingers dance over Luca's secret spot. Luca started
heaving her hips against Karol's face, but the black haired girl persisted. 

Suddenly Luca surged against Karol's head. Her whole body tensed and relaxed,
spastic. Luca felt an emission from her erotic physical being as her mind
blacked out with pleasure. She collapsed into the white sheets of Karol's
unmade bed. Unconscious, she panted.

When she recovered, Karol was gone.  Luca could hear her in the kitchen. Luca
basked in the afterglow of her climax, prostrate on the bed.  Her fingers
explored her crotch and felt they sticky drying juices that flowed from her
vagina.  More gluey was a deposit of opaque viscous liquid that she tasted from
her fingertips. As Luca sucked the substance Karol walked into the room.  She
was wearing a T-shirt and carried two bowls of salad. 

I finished lunch, Karol said, but it's not quite up to the tasty treat I've
just had.  Why don't you put something on and join me on the porch? 

Before leaving Karol surveyed Luca's nakedness admiringly.  After a few moments
Luca found a dressing gown and joined her new intimate friend.

[End 3]

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