College Girls Party Vacation

By Olivia Hampshire

Four very intelligent, and strikingly beautiful, Berkeley graduates win and all expense paid trip to "The House of Romance," on of the most beautiful lesbian resorts in the world, located 30 minutes from Barcelona, Spain. Three of the graduate are there just for an all out, anything goes celebration. One of them has a very important deadline to meet along with some issues of love. One of the girls may the the saving grace for the deadline and the love. Who would that be?

"Thank you again Olivia for such an awesomely fun, wild adventure." Barbara, Springfield, IL

"I could not stop reading this one. I highly recommend this fun, joyful, full of surprises, romance adventure." Maria, San Jose, CA

"This was worth twice the money I paid for it. A great read for my plane ride." Lisa, Columbus, OH

"Excellent." Karen, NY, NY

• Language: English
• Publisher: sbBooks
• Release date: Nov 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386467700

Olivia Hampshire

Olivia Hampshire loves writing about the adventures of women in this modern, complex world that is so male oriented and controlled.  Olivia Hampshire loves to write about love and the sexual experiences of men and women. At an early age, Olivia discovered that many people on the planet do not like to talk about sex at all.  Yet each and every one of us are a result of two or more people getting naked, hot and bothered and having sex beyond the wildest imaginations of most of the children produced by these wonderful excursions of passion.  When telling her friends and family that she pens stories of wild, lesbian sex adventure and international political sex affairs, often peoples faces appear to be appalled.   Yes, Olivia Hampshire graduated from an Ivy League school in New England dominated by nervous little boys that drank lots of beer, and feared beautiful women.  Olivia, being one of the most beautiful women in the world, loved women also.  She met her partner, also a women, in an Ivy League, graduate school program where they feel in love, moved to Vermont, adopted 5 children and live happy ever after.  Olivia, her partner the Doctor, and their children love the mountains of Vermont, their travels to all of the continents of the world as well as many long weekends in Manhattan shopping and watching people.

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Table of Contents

About the Author, Olivia Hampshire

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College Girls, Party Vacation

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

THE END

Leaving West Virginia

Chapter 1, I Hate This Song

Chapter 2, My Best Friend, Jack

Chapter 3, Eggs, Sausage and Bacon

Chapter 4, A Step Towards Destiny

Chapter 5, Too Much Fun

Chapter 6, Opening Doors of Life

Chapter 7, She was Perfect

Chapter 8, Jumping, Running, Screaming, Crying

Chapter 9, Changes

The End

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Chapter 1, The Fading Love

Chapter 2, The Problem

Chapter 3, Keeping it to Myself

Chapter 4, The Big Day

Chapter 5, Calling an Old, Long Lost Friend

Chapter 6, Gobs of Evil Money

Chapter 7, I Want Her Back!

Chapter 8, Sun, Sand and Sex

Chapter 9, A Bit Disoriented

Chapter 10, Word

Chapter 11, The Hidden Secrets

Chapter 12, Condo #7

Chapter 13, Big Hugs

Chapter 14, It Always Finds a Way

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Olivia Hampshire loves writing about the adventures of women in this modern, complex world that is so male oriented and controlled.  Olivia Hampshire loves to write about love and the sexual experiences of men and women.

At an early age, Olivia discovered that many people on the planet do not like to talk about sex at all.  Yet each and every one of us are a result of two or more people getting naked, hot and bothered and having sex beyond the wildest imaginations of most of the children produced by these wonderful excursions of passion.  When telling her friends and family that she pens stories of wild, lesbian sex adventure and international political sex affairs, often peoples faces appear to be appalled.  One of Olivia's favorite phrases is, Did your father enjoy your mother's blow jobs?

Yes, Olivia Hampshire graduated from an Ivy League school in New England dominated by nervous little boys that drank lots of beer, and feared beautiful women.  Olivia, being one of the most beautiful women in the world, loved women also.  She met her partner, also a women, in an Ivy League, graduate school program where they feel in love, moved to Vermont, adopted 5 children and live happy ever after.  Olivia, her partner the Doctor, and their children love the mountains of Vermont, their travels to all of the continents of the world as well as many long weekends in Manhattan shopping and watching people.

Olivia loves sex.  She loves to think about it, write about it as well as doing it.  But more so, Olivia love creating messages that might change the lives of others.

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College Girls, Party Vacation

by Olivia Hampshire

Chapter One

Malorie blew hot air out of her mouth. Her fingers poised over the keyboard, she waited for the words to come. On her right the other girls chatted, their voices betraying the excitement they all felt. A tinge of envy enveloped her before she pushed it away. When she finished the book, she would get her advance money and her worries would be over.

The sharp reminder of why she was working and not enjoying the first class flight to Barcelona opened up her mind and her fingers began moving. Hesitatingly at first and then her speed picked up. So engrossed was she in her research of Russian History, that she did not hear the approach of the stewardess.

Malorie, what will you have?

It was Cathy, seated next to her.

We’re having champagne to celebrate, Cathy said in her too loud voice.

Malorie looked up at the stewardess. Coffee please, she snapped, irritated at the interruption.

Coffee? the three girls echoed.

Come on Malorie, be a sport, Daphne cajoled, her beach blond hair falling to her cheeks, said. We deserve to celebrate. Hell! We were the top graduates in Berkley!

Oh shut up! I told you I have to finish this book, Malorie snapped.

Alright, don’t bite my head off, Daphne said in a hurt tone.

Malorie felt a lump of guilt. Daphne was the nicest of them and she was always trying to help. It wasn’t fair to take out her foul mood on her. Still, none of them understood what pressure she was under.

I’ll just stick to coffee, Malorie said in a friendlier tone.

The stewardess retreated.

Suit yourself! Cathy said and promptly turned away to the other girls.

Malorie would have loved to be in the thick of the celebration. She would have wanted to enjoy this one of a lifetime trip to Barcelona, an award from the LGBT society in college. But she had to be realistic. Unlike the other girls, she did not come from a wealthy family, and worse, Malorie was about to lose her family house.

Her mother, a single mom who had worked in low paying jobs all her life, had missed her mortgage payments for months and the house was about to be repossessed. All because she had had a stint of not finding work and that had muddled up her finances.

Now everything was dependent on Malorie. She just had to finish the book by the end of the trip. There was simply no choice. She felt a stab of anxiety when she thought of her mother. She had worked two jobs to get Malorie through college. Malorie gritted her teeth. She would not let her down, no matter how tempting the trip would be.

Her mouth had practically salivated when she learned that the four of them were to spend two weeks at The Hotel of Nymphs. Everybody had heard of it and fantasized about being there. Oh why did it have to coincide with her deadline?

For the next fifteen minutes, Malorie worked steadily on her book, taking occasional sips of her tasteless black coffee. While sipping the last of her coffee, the conversation between the girls caught her attention.

So do you love him or not? Cathy was saying.

By her tone, Malorie could tell she had at least several glasses of champagne in her.

Of course I love him, how can I not? He’s a wonderful man; sexy, kind, sweet…

Alright we get the picture, Jeanette said with a chuckle.

The thing is though, Daphne continued, holding her flute of champagne in front of her, her tone wistful, I kind of envy you girls a little.

Really!

Oh

Malorie dropped all pretenses of working and leaned forward to hear Daphne. She was the only one of the four of them who had never dabbled in a gay relationship. If there was one person who was undoubtedly heterosexual, it was Daphne.

I know you girls are gay, but in this society, I don’t know if I would have the courage to open up like you have. Sometimes I see, or meet women and I am moved by their presence. I can feel their emotional, mental and physical touch, but I just tell myself no, not in this world or time.

There was a silence as they all absorbed Daphne’s words. Then she shrugged and gave a small laugh.

Still I love my boyfriend and the truth is, I really don’t get how you can be satisfied to be with a woman only, you know what I mean?

They all laughed and Daphne blushed.

No, we definitely don’t know what you mean, Cathy said, bubbling with laughter.

Smiling, Malorie returned to her work. She typed out a few sentences, reread them and sighed. The words were stiff. They were not flowing as she liked her writing to. Her mind drifted to the conversation on her right.

I would really get a buzz if I got a job helping people. You know, make a real difference in people’s lives, Daphne said.

Oh you will, Jeanette said. Your healthcare degree will guarantee you a job helping people.

Cathy leaned back further into her seat. My dream’s different. Don’t laugh at me?

We wouldn’t, Daphne said.

OK here goes. I don’t want to work. I want to see the world and have countless experiences so that I can look back and know I truly lived.

Malorie frowned. That’s unrealistic, she said, unwittingly entering the conversation. And how will you fund it?

My father’s rich, Cathy said smugly. Stinking rich. I don’t have to work or worry about the future.

She turned and looked at Malorie straight in the eyes. That is until I find a good woman to settle down with.

Malorie’s skin broke out on goose pimples. She knew Cathy was attracted to her but had thought it was a passing phase. Still, she thought turning away, perhaps she had read too much into the look. Her thoughts turned to what Cathy had said about her father.

Envy flooded Malorie. How nice it was to have wealthy parents. Knowing that you were financially secure and being free to pursue your dreams.

Now, that is a waste of time, Cathy continued, interrupting Malorie’s thoughts. She gestured at Malorie’s laptop. Russian History! Who reads that kind of stuff?

Her eyes glistened and Malorie could tell that she was tipsy.

People waste their lives away trying to do the impossible. They just end up frustrated and angry. People talk about finding their dreams. I’ve never really had a dream of what I would like to do.

Feeling exhausted by her efforts to write, Malorie turned to Cathy. I always wanted to be a writer. I won this trip because I was a Russian History major. That is what I'm writing now. I don’t like it though. I have ideas of my own that I want to write about—ideas about life and making decisions about life. I love to write, but it is hard to make myself write when I don’t love the content.

Then write something you enjoy, Daphne said from the far end.

Start by having a glass of champagne. You’ll get back to your boring book when we get to Barcelona, Cathy said.

Malorie thought fast. She was accomplishing nothing with her mind refusing to cooperate. She would enjoy herself on the flight but once at the hotel, she would get right back to it.

Alright, she said and beamed.

Cathy ordered her champagne and when Malorie got it, she closed her eyes as she savored the icy cold champagne on her tongue. By her third glass, Malorie’s worries had disappeared and she was having a great time as the other girls.

Is anybody feeling the change in weather? It’s suddenly become hot, Cathy said.

Then without warning, she began unbuttoning the top buttons of her cream blouse. Malorie’s eyes almost popped when Cathy unbuttoned all of them, revealing pale, creamy skin. The other girls giggled. Malorie’s eyes strayed to Cathy’s large breasts, her red bra accentuating their shape and size. Malorie swallowed saliva and looked away.

The skies were a beautiful blue, while the sun cast a glow on them. Malorie sighed and leaned back into her seat. It was pure heaven.

Hey, are you falling asleep on us?

It was Daphne. Malorie gave her a lazy smile. No, it is just the champagne getting to my head.

I feel the heat too, Daphne said. But I sure don’t have Cathy’s guts, she said with a giggle.

Malorie glanced at Cathy. Her nipples were pushing against the lace material of her bra. She fought the urge to run her hand across Cathy’s chest. She looked up and met Cathy’s knowing eyes.

I promise we won’t stare, Jeanette said to Daphne.

Oh no I couldn’t, she cried out and then turned her eyes on Malorie.

Don’t do something unless you’re truly comfortable with it, Malorie said. That’s how I live my life.

Living life to the fullest means pushing your boundaries. Conquering fear, Cathy said.

The discussion grew heated and Malorie enjoyed every bit of it, her fears discarded.

Chapter Two

Cathy watched Malorie sleeping through half closed eyes. She felt exhausted and she fought the urge to give in to sleep. Watching Malorie sleeping was a pleasure and she allowed her half shut eyes to wander over her. Cathy had always thought that Malorie was gorgeous but they had been only friends on campus.

Malorie had a way of keeping people at bay, as though she had a permanent sheath wrapped around her body. Cathy had a feeling that this trip would be different. Her mouth flooded with saliva and her chest rose up and down as her eyes roamed Malorie’s face and body. A warm glow spread through her body as she thought of what she could do to Malorie, if only she opened up and allowed herself to have some fun.

Asleep, her normally tight face was relaxed, her dark brown, wavy hair falling over her face. Cathy’s eyes greedily took in Malorie’s perky breasts, her nipples outlined in the cotton white vest she wore. Cathy groaned in longing and then allowed her eyes to shut. She couldn’t wait to get to