Desire Of The Elite

CHAPTER 2

Olivia Williams, the top graduating medical student, is honored! She heard her name, but her legs wouldn't move, or maybe they could move, but her anxiety wouldn't let her stand in front of a crowd to give an acceptance speech. She knew days before the ceremony that she had made the list of best-graduating students with a GPA of 4.92. Why would she not? All these years, she'd buried her head in books, wanting to please her parents. "I guess well deserved." Whispering to herself, she adjusted the floral-print pink gown her mother had sent from home, the creation of "New York's most talented." Her long legs are flaunted by the gown's long front slit.It has a corset, which makes her waist smaller and her hips rounder. Her parents couldn't make it to her graduation ceremony. "We sincerely apologize. We can't just up and leave New York; there's too much to do and the party hasn't made up its mind, so we need to stay informed. You know, love, that your father intends to run in the next mayoral election. Over the phone, his mother informed her. It did not surprise her. Even though she was the only child, it had always been that way; they hardly ever seemed to be around. She made every effort to win their approval. Perhaps they would if there was a reason to attend.Olivia has received every award possible from her early school years. It was already ingrained in her when she arrived at the university to always return home with a prize. And now, this is the University of Oxford's first black medical student to graduate. Stacy, her roommate, would kill her if she ruined the hours of work she had put into her face, so she resisted the urge to cry.She had never felt loved in all her life. The hall for the ceremony had a separate sitting section for family members and well-wishers.Whether or not Stacy was the top graduating student, she could see parents grinning and feeling proud of their kids for making it this far.She must be receiving love, and this was it; she wasn't receiving any.Her best friend David couldn't make it because he just got a new job, and taking a leave so soon didn't seem like the wise thing to do. Even though the Alfredos invited her over for a celebratory dinner, it still didn't feel right.That's not her celebratory dinner; that's Stacy's. They seemed to be pitying her. She met Caleb, an engineering student, in his finals during her first year at a private university in Los Angeles. Caleb was sweet and charming, and she vowed he would be the one to steal her virginity. Before class, Caleb left sweet notes on her desk and sent her his song playlist that made him think of her. He also showered her with compliments. She felt gorgeous, seductive, and desired as a result. Olivia had never felt inadequate despite having a beautiful body and appearance, but Caleb gave her the impression that she did.She was sure he was the one until he started asking her for cash. There was always a fee to pay for, a book to buy, or a project to write. Considering how he didn't come from a well-to-do home, she repeatedly went through for him, demanding from her parents, who didn't bother about what she needed the money for. This went on for an entire year; after his graduation, he stopped texting her and replying to her texts—not until she got a text from a strange number warning her to leave her man alone. How could she still be so gullible as to think Caleb was just using her? Either her legs were too slow, or the podium where the award was supposed to be given suddenly appeared far away. She just wanted to get there, pick up the award, say a thing or two, and go hide in her room—not like there were pictures to take after. Olivia swore she would not get involved in any intimate relationships with anyone again. She was most grateful for not having slept with him. It then dawned on her that he had never pressured her for s*x. He wasn't even interested; he never desired her. During a night class one day, she ran into Peter. The next day was her tough test. Though they were in the same class, Peter and she never spoke. "You need help with that, right?" Peter pushed the seat back toward her and took a seat. Whom? Me? Olivia answered, taken aback. "Oh, Olive, you do need assistance." That he called her Olive pleased her. "Oh, yes, this calculation isn't going; I need help." "I'll see," And that was the beginning of it. Together, they left and arrived at school, read books, had late-night dates, and occasionally went to the library. She felt wanted now.He would cup her breast with longing and plant kisses on her neck every single day. It was the happiest day ever, the first time his fingers touched her.That had never been done before. She was aware of her wetness and the heat between her legs. He approached it slowly, bringing it out and in.She couldn't control her moans, and Peter had to cover her mouth with his hands so they wouldn't get caught. She felt like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, her senses awakening to a new world of desire. On the day it was expected to happen, it was the last day of the semester. They were all supposed to travel back home that day. They had planned to lodge in a hotel and spend the night before going to their homes the following day. When they got to the hotel, Peter didn't book a suite like she assumed he would. He said he was downstairs and asked the receptionist to call 23B. Olivia remained silent despite not understanding what was going on. Perhaps there was a mistake somewhere, but since Peter was beaming, it didn't appear like there was a problem. Perhaps he needed to see a friend before covering their accommodation costs, she told herself. Their coursemate Vivian opened the door when they arrived in the room. "Hi Olivia, welcome." Maybe Vivian is the friend, she thought to herself, and she'll go when they're done chatting. "Have you let her know?" Vivian turned her head to face Peter. "What informed me?" Olivia questioned, tense now. "That this is all for a threesome," Vivian laughed in response. "Um, Olive," approached her and grasped her hands. “I like you; I admire you a lot. You are so beautiful with a banging body, and I have had a crush on you for a long time, as has my girlfriend Vivian.” "Vivian, your girlfriend? I don't comprehend. She could already feel herself crumbling; her hands were shaking as she held the table close to her for support. "All right, see," Vivian interrupted Peter. Since our first year of dating, Peter and I have been together. We both liked and wanted you, but he's straight and I'm bisexual. Peter approached you instead of us, since we knew we couldn't approach you and you weren't acting gay or bisexual, so that I could meet you personally. And now, here we are, the end!” With no trace of regret, Vivian spoke. Despite knowing she had a lot to say, Olivia picked up her box and left, grateful that none of them attempted to stop her, as she glanced at Peter and struggled to find the right words to say.She had to make this speech on the podium, even though she could feel her heart was beating too quickly and her palms were starting to get sweaty: "I owe this award to myself for never giving up, to my parents for always being by my side, and to their support and encouragement." You all have the ability to both set and smash records, black students everywhere. Finally, we give thanks to God Almighty, who enabled this to happen. I'm grateful.