Becoming Olivia

Olivia had always had everything she could ever want. She didn't grow up rich, but she had never known poverty or want. She was an intelligent child, excelling at her studies and quick to find solutions to abstract or mathematical problems. However, she had always been sheltered from anything that might have even the most remote possibility of causing her emotional or physical pain. Her parents took great pains to keep her safe and protected. For this reason she had been home schooled for her entire K through 12 academic career. When it came time for her to consider colleges she applied to all that she could think of. Based on her excellent academic record she gained acceptance to 6 of the most prestigious institutions of higher learning, including Stanford, Brown, Yale, Harvard, Princeton, and Columbia. She decided on Columbia University where she could pursue both an undergraduate and graduate degree in Economics, which she had discovered was a subject perfectly suited to her natural problem solving skills.

Olivia's parents were less than happy about her desire to leave home to attend school. Her father argued that she would never want for anything, so there was no real reason why she should make such a dangerous journey. He added that if she did go, she would have to accept that beyond her academic needs and living expenses, she would not receive any additional funds. Her desire to leave home, he reasoned was a way of informing her parents that she wanted to make her own life, her own way, and that he would merely be facilitating her intent.

The decision was any easy one for Olivia. She did have a natural love of Economics, but beyond that and more importantly, she wanted, intensely, to go out and meet people, and do things she had only dreamed about. She wanted to make friends, go to parties, go on trips, meet boys, go on dates, even though she had no experience at all with any of these desires. So without any real thought about how she would do these things, she made her decision and walked away from the money and the prison like security that had always been imposed on her, and had always been her life.

Once she had arrived at school she found that making girl friends was very difficult. She could not understand why most girls seemed to always turn away from her. She just didn't understand the mentality of young women, they seemed to have no patience for someone who they assumed would easily dominate their male attention. They never bothered to ask Olivia if it was her intent to steal their boyfriends, if they had they would know that they had nothing to fear from her. The girls were directing their concern to the wrong person, it wasn't Olivia they should have been concerned about, but the boyfriends themselves. Everywhere Olivia went, boys were always there to be or do whatever she wanted of them. When she approached a group of boys and girls, the boys would always turn their attentions to her and ignore or semi ignore the other girls. She did love the attention the boys gave her, yet, on the other hand, she wished that they would treat her more like one of the other girls

It was easy for anyone, other than Olivia herself, to understand why she was so despised by her female peers. Olivia stood 5' 4", with a body that was intensely feminine and desirable. She was perfectly proportioned, with a small waist, flat belly, firm, round ass, an incredible pair of legs, small, beautiful feet, and medium sized, pert, pink nipple breasts. In short, she had a body that could easily model the sexiest clothing and lingerie, and all the men were well aware.

It would not have been so bad if she had at least been a bit homely, coarse, or sported crooked teeth. The problem was that she was none of these things and, in fact, had a face equal to the body she possessed. She had shoulder length red hair, pale green eyes, a small pert nose, sensuous lips, soft, smooth, pale skin, which complimented her red hair and green eyes with a feminine intensity, and a smattering of freckles across her cheekbones, nose, and arms. Making her appear wholesome and adorable. Short of cutting herself, pulling out her hair, or gaining 300 pounds or so, she just had no idea what to do. The solution came to her in the middle of her first semester.

She had been in the cafeteria, surrounded by a group of hopeful boys, and feeling alone nonetheless. When another boy approached the table with his food. He asked if he could sit at her table, then immediately introduced himself.

"Hi, my name is John, John Thadeus Renville," he said.

All of the other boys always stood around making comments and requests of her. This boy was different because he didn't ask anything of her, other than to eat at the same table. He didn't immediately engage her, he just quietly ate his meal as he read a book titled, "Political Science: The Tool of Good Government." He finally asked her if she enjoyed being surrounded by a bunch of guys (he called them idiots actually), all of the time. She giggled and told him that there was nothing she could do about it, that it had been this way from the beginning of school, and that she was a bit tired of it.

They spent that first day together, getting to know one another. There was a lot about this guy that she liked and the more she learned about him the more attracted she became. They began to spend all of their available free time together, there wasn't too much of that for either of them, until everyone knew that they were an item, a couple. By the end of her freshman year, they were inseparable. There was only one thing that caused her a bit of concern, John seemed to be a little bit jealous and possessive.

She reasoned that it was no big deal, it must be hard, she thought, watching your beloved always surrounded by strange men. But she was sure that he, deep down, trusted her because she would never betray him. Still, having a serious boyfriend had the effect of softening the hard view many of the women had taken towards her. After all, she really wasn't a threat anymore, not since she had a real relationship. She finally made a couple of girlfriends, but she found that she had no time for them because all of her time now belonged to John.

All of the potential suitors who had wished they could have been John, instead of John, finally returned to ogling and fantasizing about her, and went back to pursuing all of the other willing girls. Olivia and John went from being an item to being fiances.

John proposed during their fourth year and she accepted. Early on, Olivia had confessed that she was still a virgin and how she wanted to remain that way until she married. Without hesitation, John agreed to honor her wishes, and they remained celibate for the entire seven years they attended college. A very difficult thing for almost any young person to achieve, and also a little curious.

After graduate school they took a road trip to Las Vegas where they were finally married. Olivia had always had a dream of how wonderful her honeymoon was going to be. She really didn't know what to expect, but everything she had read or learned indicated that honeymoon nights were one of the most magical nights of a young woman's life.

She had never questioned or expressed any curiosity about why John had been so ready to accept abstinence. She was sure that it would have been a deal breaker if it had been almost any other guy. John was a very handsome and desirable guy. He was six foot two, with dark brown, wavy hair, powder blue eyes, wide shoulders, small waist, hard, flat belly, large muscular chest, and a pair of very beautiful, very masculine hands, which she found curiously appealing. She also chose to ignore the fact that she had never seen him other than fully dressed.

He had never worn swim trunks around her, even when they went to a reservoir everyone knew about. She swam alone in the shallows on that warm day, while he just sat on the bank and watched her. She had once asked him about this and he told her that if he were to strip down to trunks he might easily lose control, and not be able to stop himself from breaking his promise of celibacy to her. Later on, she looked back on that answer and wondered why she hadn't seen it for what it was; a sign of things to come.

For their honeymoon night, Olivia had acquired a negligee because she'd heard that it was not only proper for a woman to dress provocatively, but also to help her new husband increase his desire for her on their wedding night. When she came out of the bathroom she was surprised to see that John was wearing a very sexless pair of pajamas, with the shirt buttoned to the neck. Further, he didn't really look at her before he walked over and turned off the light. She then felt his amazing hand grab hers and lead her to the bed. She was confused because this was not how a honeymoon had been described in the many books and discussions she had read and listened to on the subject.

He never did try to remove her gown before gently pushing her back onto the bed. She felt him get in next to her then pull the blankets over both of them. He kissed her for a time and then stopped abruptly. The next thing she knew he was raising her night gown and removing her panties. She then felt his penis rubbing briefly around the area of her vagina before finally entering her. Oddly, it hadn't hurt as much as she had expected.

When he was finally inside of her she could feel the fabric of his pajamas rubbing against her skin. She soon realized that John had not bothered to remove his pajamas, he had simply opened his fly and fed his dick through the hole. When she reached down to confirm this he forced her hand away and told her that she shouldn't be so forward. The whole thing lasted for no more than ten minutes, and she just didn't see what all of the literature she had read meant about this being such a magical moment, it was anything but. Over the next four years of their marriage, nothing changed.

She learned that John was a man who cherished his routines, and every Tuesday and Saturday they had sex, like clockwork. Throughout the next four years his habits never changed, he always wore pajamas and he always used the pee pee hole for his dick to travel through. She learned that his views on sex were puritanical to the point of obsession. In all other things, John was an extremely capable and powerful man.

He had used his political science degree to further his desire of gaining public office, as a stepping stone to other, more powerful, political positions..She had also learned that John's family had come from a long line of public servants. For this reason he had enjoyed important connections that were not available to other aspiring political candidates. She also found that, like her own family, who had disowned her, John's family was very rich and, unlike her father, had provided him with a very generous financial gift when he finished college, and another one, to begin his new life when he married Olivia.

She realized, too late, that her desire to remain celibate until her wedding night had been a mistake. If they had had sex during their courtship she would have been warned of his peculiarities and still been able to do something about it. Now, it was too late, she was married and she had grown to be a bit afraid of him. She had discovered, while their marriage was still only weeks old, that John was a very jealous and controlling man. He wanted to know about every moment of her day, and insisted that she check in with him every couple of hours. When they were out, if another man looked at her, John took his anger out on her. He didn't hit her but, instead, he resorted to verbal and emotional abuse. Almost from the start of their marriage, Olivia had realized her mistake and wanted more than anything to find a way out.

One night she and John had gone out to dinner at a rather expensive, posh restaurant. When they arrived at the restaurant, their table was not yet ready and the management provided them with complimentary drinks in the lounge. While they waited, John spotted another couple that he knew and told Olivia that he had to say hello, but would be right back. As soon as he walked away, a stranger came up behind her and began trying to talk to her.

"Hi, my name's Mike, and I couldn't help but notice such a beautiful woman sitting here alone. I had to come by to offer you my company, and I promise not to put my hands on you, too much." he said. When she casually lifted her hand so that he could see her wedding ring he added, "Happily married? If so, I want you to have my phone number so that you can call me the moment you decide that you have had enough of him, call anytime," he said.

As soon as he had departed, a guy she had noticed sitting at the bar came over. He boldly sat in the seat opposite her and said,

"A wedding ring isn't going to stop me. I know that you are unhappy and want nothing better than to spend time with a man who knows how to treat a lady. I really want nothing more than to see you smile," he lied. "How about we get out of here and go to a real restaurant/bar with music we can dance to, so we can have some fun, and get to know each other better?" he suggested.

John returned in time to hear the new guy say, 'So we can get to know each other better,' and sat down between him and his wife. He didn't bother saying anything to the guy in the other stool. He turned to Olivia and asked, "Who is your new friend? I leave you for just a moment and you start flirting with some stranger? Come on let's go home, I'm no longer hungry."

The other guy realized who John was, got up and left without another word. When they were outside, away from other ears, John began to berate his wife. He yelled, "You know how much I hate it when you try to attract the attention of other men. Can't you for one moment just be the wife that I deserve and not throw yourself at every guy you see? I can't understand why every time we go out somewhere you feel the need to act like such a whore. From now on you will not be allowed to go anywhere unless you are in my company. If you act like a goddamned whore, I will treat you like one."

The moment she heard him say she was to be his prisoner she thought back to her childhood and how her parents had essentially done the same thing to her, and she just couldn't take it. She snapped! "I will not be anybody's prisoner and I will no longer allow myself to be controlled, not by you and not by anybody. You have abused me since the day we married and I have simply had enough. I want a divorce," she yelled.

John just laughed, "Divorce me? Are you delusional? You can never leave me, I'd make sure that you would rue that day and, besides, who would want a whore like you? I am stuck with you and I won't allow you to darken anybody else's life. You wouldn't know what to do with yourself, how would you live, who would you turn to? Your own family won't have anything to do with you, what makes you think that anybody else would? If you do manage to leave me, you will do so with only what you came with, which is absolutely nothing!" he ranted.

"You are a sexually deficient, deeply troubled prick who needs intense therapy. If you decide to seek therapy you will need emotional support, and as your, at the moment, wife, I will happily say, Fuck You! I would rather walk out that door naked than accept a dime from you." She screamed. With that, she turned and walked away from him. She went upstairs, packed her clothes, and five thousand dollars she had secretly accumulated. She then walked back down stairs and, just before walking out the front door, she turned back to him and flipped him the bird. During this whole episode, John ranted and raved, yet she heard not another word he said.

She walked away from the house as fast as her legs would carry her, never looking back. Her anger propelled her and gave her the courage to finally do what she had wanted to do for so long. She had been so unhappy for the past four years, yet it began to slowly sink in the farther she got from the house, what was she going to do? John had been right, she had nowhere to go. She had not spoken to her parents since the day she had gone off to college and she knew that her father's feelings toward her had not changed. She doubted that they were even aware that she had been married, or that she had successfully completed school and received her master's degree. She missed her mother but she was sure that her mom would ultimately side with her husband and, like him, refuse to talk to her daughter. She was lost in thought and hadn't realized that she had walked over five miles. When she became aware of her surroundings she was standing in front of the bus station. What to do?

She debated taking a bus, but to where? She sat down on a bus bench, to think, when a young man driving a Volkswagen bus stopped his vehicle in front of her. He called out, "Miss, can I offer you a ride? The bus won't come by for almost another hour and I don't mind taking you wherever you need to go. I am on my way to Los Angeles, so you shouldn't be troubled that you will be taking me out of my way. I would be more than happy to give you a ride," he promised.

She knew that it would be a problem for her, taking a bus anywhere from New York. John would have no problem tracking her down and, with his connections she would soon be back in the hell she had just left. She had her one small suitcase and her purse, which she was guarding with her life, it contained all of her money. Without which she would be completely lost. She looked up at the young man in the bus and tried to assess him. He looked to be about 24 or 25, with light brown, curly hair, brown eyes, and a winning smile. At her thirty years she was pretty sure she would be safe. Besides, she reasoned, she didn't have too many other options at the moment. She said, "OK, I will take that ride."

As soon as she was in his car he introduced himself, "I'm Jim, where can I drop you?"

"You said you were on your way to Los Angeles? Can I get a ride with you that far? I don't have a lot of money but I promise to help with the gas if you do decide to take me that far." she replied. She could see his face brighten at her request.

"Are you kidding? I would love to take you with me all the way to LA, and you don't have to worry about the gas, I have that covered, your company is payment enough. It's a long way so the company will be greatly appreciated." He said.

She looked around his van and noticed his duffel bag behind his seat. Behind the seat she noticed a makeshift bed, a cooler, and a large box. She looked back at him questioningly. "I am guessing that you plan to sleep in your van, and eat from that cooler over there? That could be a problem for me." She said.

He looked alarmed, maybe because he worried she was going to turn him down after all. He quickly said, "Well yes, I had planned to stop at different campgrounds along the way and eat from my cooler as much as possible. But I do have an extra sleeping bag in that box there, which you are very welcome to, and I am very willing to share whatever food I have. If you are concerned about my intentions, please don't be. I promise, you will have no trouble from me. I know that we will get along famously. What do you say?" he asked.

She thought about it for a moment, he seemed like a very nice boy, he was handsome, so that view would be nice, and he had a really nice smile. She decided to trust her instincts and told him, "Well, alright. I would love to go, but the moment that I or you become a problem I will get off the bus and you can be on your way. How is that?" she asked.

"Awesome!" he said. He put his van in gear and off they went. Just as they were pulling away from the curb she saw John pass them and pull over in front of the bus station. She realized that Jim had literally saved her life, because she would have tried to take a bus if he hadn't come along and she would have most certainly been captured and returned to her purgatory. Providence had put Jim in her path and she was intelligent enough to see him for what he was. She had gotten into Jim's van just in time. She turned to her savior and said, "My name is Olivia and as luck would have it, I was also going to Los Angeles for a job. So you came along at just the right moment, and I thank you. Still, I am warning you, if you do or say anything that makes me even slightly uncomfortable, I will be off your bus and gone, do you hear me?" she admonished.