Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2012 09:04:20 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: I Wish. Part Two.

            This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All
comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part Two.

    I didn't stay long in the room, for I had to get changed after a
shower, to put some decent clothes on for choir practice. As I liked
singing and church on a Sunday was compulsory, I had joined. After my
shower, I went through my scant wardrobe to dress and decided that I really
should buy a few more clothes. I had the money for what mother and I had
saved was supposed to have helped pay for my tuition but I had been given a
free scholarship, so we still had quite a bit left over.

     After two Sunday services and four times at practice, I was now being
singled out for some solo pieces though I knew that I needed some training
because I wasn't quite sure if I was contralto, mezzo-soprano or
soprano. Here, the padre took me in hand, figuratively speaking though I
might have gone to bed with him if he'd asked, but he didn't, so we never
did.

     So for an hour after practice finished, I would spend that time in
being taught how to breathe and when in certain selected pieces that he
played on the organ. He also suggested that I learned Italian if I had a
mind to sing opera at any time. Of course the one he said he would most
like to hear me sing was my favourite anyway, Ave Maria. So I looked for an
Italian student to help me and found Vicente Conti, two years senior to
me. His eyes went to my breasts when I asked him if he would help and I
knew what it was going to cost me. It was a price I was willing to pay for
he was quite a handsome young man.

     `Mandy,' he said when I visited him in his room, which was really
forbidden for a female to be alone in a male student's room, his room- mate
having been told to disappear for a while.

     `Mandy,' he repeated. `The Italian language is one of love and romance
and that is how we should treat it.' With that, he took me into his arms
and gave me quite a passionate kiss, catching me by surprise at how quickly
he was moving. Needless to say that after his kissing and groping of me and
my own groping of him, found that he most definitely wanted me, we finished
up in bed.

     `Magnifico,' he breathed as he stroked my breasts as we lay in bed,
his erection hard up against my thigh. I couldn't catch the torrent of
words he spoke as he rolled over on top of me and I'm sure he cursed in
Italian when I told him to use a condom. I mentally told myself to visit
the chemist in town and get some birth control pills.

     To console him, I took the wrapped condom from him and went down and
kissed the head of his big, straining erection and giving it a quick suck
before inexpertly rolling it down over his hard shaft. The damn thing
looked so silly. His body was fairly brown and his cock was up at a forty
five degree angle covered with this white rubber with the stupid little bit
at the top for his sperm.

     I thought there might have been a little foreplay first, but no. He
got back onto the bed and eased my legs apart, gazing for a moment at what
he was going to dive into before lowering himself down and I then had my
second man enter me.

     It was lovely to once again have my vagina filled with a throbbing
penis without this time, the pause of finding an intact hymen. But like
Ronald, he rode me for about two minutes before he began to stiffen his
body and grind himself harder up at me as he came inside the condom. It was
also nice to have his weight on me after he'd come, both of us breathing
hard from the exertions and the hated part of him pulling out after having
had his pleasure and me getting some, but not an orgasm which I was told
was the ultimate for a woman having sex.

     With the condom disposed of, we lay on his bed as he began to teach me
Italian, though his heart wasn't really in it and I resolved that if we
were to go any further, it would be lessons first and the sex afterwards as
a way of saying thank you.

     He came to accept that my main object was to know the words and proper
pronunciation of the words of the Italian Opera's and other Italian songs
as well as telling me the translation for me to understand what they words
were and so to be able to get into the right mood for whichever song we
were discussing.

     My seventeenth birthday fell on a Sunday this year and I had already
made up my mind for my wish and when I woke that morning and said Happy
Birthday to myself, I made my wish.

     `I wish that I could easily learn all the words to the operatic songs
and become a very good soprano in doing so.' I let out a big sigh after
saying this and hoped that it would come true as all the others had for I
had told the padre that I wanted to sing the Ave Maria that evening in
church.

     The day before, Saturday, I had gone into town and bought myself a
lovely white ball gown which I wanted to wear when I sang this song. I also
bought some other clothes too but this was the special one.

     Sunday morning service went well as usual and the padre had put up the
notice that there was to be some special songs being sung at the evening
service, giving out my name and the three songs that I would be singing.

     Normally, the church was full for the morning service by the pure fact
that all students and faculty had to attend but the evening one was
optional. Now I had become quite well known by now by not only being the
youngest student there but also the top one of our year so far. One other
fact had been leaked was that it was now known that I had approached the
Art Master and offered my services as a model when I had time free from my
own studies. How this came about I will relate shortly. But this seemed to
be another reason for the church to have another full house on this Sunday
evening. The first in living memory I was told.

     The service, shorter than that of the morning, no sermon, was nearing
its end when I then stepped forward in my new white gown and sang Jerusalem
first, then Amazing Grace and finished with the Ave Maria. They applauded
the first two quite loudly but almost brought the chapel down when I'd
finished my favourite. Even the Dean came up and shook my hand and made a
short speech thanking me for such a wonderful rendition of such a
marvellous song.

     My wish had come true and I had sung absolutely perfectly.

                                                            *

     For the sake of continuity, I've gone further ahead than I should have
done really.

     I had gone into town and bought some birth control pills and was now
having two lessons a week in Italian with Vicente. Though I stuck to my
rule of having the lessons first and the sex afterwards. He would clock
watch and exactly after two hours, he would grab and kiss me before
dragging me onto his bed. Then I would get, in Italian, all the thoughts he
had as he undressed me, taking each nipple of my breasts into his mouth to
suck and nibble on as they were revealed. He would some-times stick his
fingers up into me in his idea of foreplay to use my juices for lubrication
after we stopped using condoms. Only once did he ever go down of me and
that was near the beginning of our relationship, and then only for a minute
or two for he was forever eager to stick his stiff rampant cock into me for
a fuck and get his rocks off. Twice a month he couldn't have his normal sex
because of my periods but he still wanted me and that meant me going down
on him. This I didn't mind for I loved to feel his heart beat throb through
his erection when I held it in my hand and took him into my mouth, though
he didn't like the fact that I spat it out every time and this used to
annoy him. I dumped him after my seventeenth birthday, much to his chagrin,
pleas and tears, but I wanted more than just a wham bam and thank you
ma-am.

     Meanwhile, I was still going to Ronald's room for my English revision
as we called it, once a week. He had more finesse than Vicente being thirty
two years of age and knew a bit more of how to handle a woman. But here,
with him, sex was for two hours and we took our time and enjoyed each other
immensely.

     He too, would, after taking off my top, kiss, nibble and suck on my
breasts before kissing his way down further as he pulled the rest of my
clothes off me. With me naked and lying on the bed under his gaze and
smile, he would quickly undress for me to see his erection sway about with
a life of its own as he got onto the bed and in between my legs as I opened
them for him.

     His hands would come up from under my thighs and over them so that his
fingers could open up my sex wide enough for him to fully play with it with
his mouth and tongue. He was glad that I'd gone onto the pill which meant
that there was no stopping once we'd got started and both of us fully
aroused. I loved to see the top of his head move there between my legs and
experience the thrill he gave me as his tongue circled my clit and made it
stand out hard as a dried pea. I would also get that warm glow in my
stomach at this and an electric shock every time his tongue darted into my
vagina. It was in our fifth such session that my excitement really built up
at the thrill I was having and getting this furnace stoked up inside me. It
was building up to the point where I had to grab his ears and tug hard on
them.

     `Now Ronald, now!' I begged. `Put it in and fuck me!' He quickly moved
up over me and I had the heavenly feel of his throbbing cock slide up into
me, moving easily because of the juices that were seeping from my body. `Oh
God, I love this,' I crooned as he filled me with his hardness and began to
move and fuck me. Such was my arousal, that I held him tight and kept on
urging to go harder and deeper into me as he moved. Plunging back and forth
as my volcano built up and I begged him to hold on as I began pushing my
hips up to meet his downward thrusts. Bringing my legs up high and round
his waist to hold him close as I clawed his back as I began to have my
first ever orgasm.

     I think I screamed out at the pleasurable pain and thrill at this
sudden release of all the fires that consumed my insides and came in
buckets, sobbing with joy, being so happy at having this experience. He
too, then came which gave it an added thrill as he bucked hard as he rammed
into my still bucking body beneath him.

     I could feel the sweat from me pouring down between my breasts and
down my sides to mix with his that was covering his chest as he heaved his
final thrusts into me before he sagged down on top

  of me, squashing my breasts. His breathing was ragged near my ear as we
both panted at this wonderful fact that he'd brought me to a highly
delightful mind blowing orgasm.

     `My God I love you Mandy,' he breathed into my ear before kissing my
lower jaw as he still struggled to breathe properly, his cock still
throbbing away inside me. I had the sudden urge to suck on that wonderful
tool of his that had given me this lovely glow inside and quickly pushed
him off. He gave out a cry at my pushing him away onto his side, ignoring
the feeling of loss at his sudden withdrawal as I turned and moved him onto
his back.

     I was quickly round on the bed and took his wet throbbing penis into
my mouth and tasted my own juices for the first time as I sucked on him in
gratitude for what he had done for me. His cries of protest had died in his
throat as I was now sucking on him, drawing out what was left of his sperm
still inside his shaft.

     This was now like nectar to me as I got a real taste of him, small as
it was, it was still the essence of the man that had just thrilled me. I
swallowed what came out and thought nothing of it as I sucked and chewed on
his still throbbing cock until I felt it start to slowly shrink, not a lot,
for my mouth was still keeping it alive, but it was definitely deflating
and I reluctantly gave up and moved up and gave him many kisses which he
loved as much as I did.

     `That was incredible, you lovely man,' I said between these kisses,
`when can we do it again?'

     `Not so fast,' he laughed as he held me in an embrace. `I'm a man as
you said, not Superman. At least an hour.'

     `An hour?' I cried. `What will do until then.' He laughed again.

     `Well we can either play with each other or talk,' he replied, so we
did both and I learned a lot more about the human body than I knew
before. With the use of his fingers, he used them to point out all the
erogenous zones on both our bodies. He even went as far as sticking his
finger up my bum to point out another one. I learned where to hold a man's
erect penis so as to stop him from ejaculating too soon or to tease him so
when he was released, it would all shoot out like lava from a volcano.

     As he said, it took about an hour of me fondling his prick and balls,
even taking him into my mouth while he was soft and finding his zones with
my tongue beneath the foreskin which I couldn't do when it was
erect. Though with a circumcised man, which he described in detail, it was
easier and how to use my teeth on these sensitive parts. He was a great
teacher and I was an avid student.

     I was disappointed that when he did get round to fucking me again, I
didn't have another orgasm, which, he explained, didn't happen every
time. But I enjoyed the trying of it, loving to have him hard and erect
once more inside me.

                                                            *

     It was just after one of these sessions with him, me having an orgasm
on our second coupling, that I returned to my room where Penny was lying on
her bed reading a book.

     `Phew,' she said after I'd walked in the door. `I can smell you from
here. You've just had sex.'

     `What?' I said, a trifle alarmed at what she'd said of me smelling.

     `What I said,' she replied, putting her book down. `You reek of
sex. No doubt having an orgasm at the same time.'

     `Is it that bad, really?' I asked, sniffing at myself but not
detecting any odour.

     `Well I can recognise the woman's smell so the other must be that of a
man.'

     `Must be of a man? Haven't you been with one yet?' I asked.

     `No.'

    `So you're still a virgin?'

     `Good Lord no! I was broken in years ago,' she said with a smile on
her face, waiting for me to fall into the verbal trap, which I did.

     `So you're not a virgin and yet you haven't been with a man, so how
come you lost it?'

     `"She said she went and lost it at the Astor"' she sang. `I lost it to
a dildo. I'm a lesbian. Didn't you know?'

     `Oh,' I said, feeling my face go red. `No, I didn't.'

     `I thought everybody knew.'

     `So how come you didn't hit on me?' I asked.

     `Well I was toying with the idea but left it too late. We'd only been
together for two weeks when I smelt that you'd been with a man, so I gave
up the idea,' she said. `After seeing you undress, I wish I had for you've
got a lovely figure and a very nice nature, so I bet you're bloody good in
bed.' I felt my face go red again but wanted to hear more.

     `Who...who do you go with?' I stammered.

     `Tabby Wright.' That would be Tabitha I thought, who was a year ahead
of us.

     `Well, I would never have thought that she was...er, like you said.'

     `You'd be surprised at how many women prefer another woman to that of
a man,' she replied. `You've not been with a woman before then I take it?'
she asked.

     `No. How...how do you...without a man's whatsit?' I asked, wondering
just how, having a vague idea.

     `Has your man gone down and eaten you?' By eaten, I deduced that she
was meaning did he put his mouth down onto my sex.

     `Er, well, yes,' I stammered again.

     `Well that's how we do it. Sometimes one at a time or soixante
neuf. The sixty nine position where we both see to each other at the same
time. Have you never tried that yet?'

     `No,' I admitted.

     `Well if you do, be on the top, so I've been told, for you'll most
likely be choked if he's ramming his cock into your mouth from being on
top,' she said as she lay back on her pillows. `Would, would you like to
try it and see the difference?' she asked, her eyes shining with
expectations and an almost pleading look at the same time. A small smile
hovered over of face as she tentatively pushed out the tip of her pink
tongue to moisten her lips.

     `Well...I...,' I was dithering because I got this warm glow begin in
my lower stomach at her suggestion and knew that it would build up to
possibly another of those wonderful orgasms. Her face had this warm smile
on it and her lips were not over full and having seen her naked, knew she
had a good body to go with it.

     `You won't regret it,' she said in a low voice. `If at any time you
want to stop, say so and we stop. Why not try it?'

     Why not a voice in my head said? You're here at the university to
learn, so learn something new. You can always stop as she said.

     `I...I'd better go and have a shower then,' I said, making up my mind
to try this form of sex.

     `Did you use a condom?' she asked, perking up at my acceptance.

     `No,' I said at this unexpected question, `I'm on the pill.'

     `Then don't have that shower. Maybe I'll be able to get a taste of him
at the same time,' she smiled, licking her lips again. `Come and lay down
with me.' Like a rabbit mesmerised by a cobra, our eyes had locked and I
felt myself move and put the books I had been clutching to me, down on the
desk and went over and got onto the bed beside her. `Close your eyes,' she
said in a soothing tone as her arms came round me and I felt our breasts
come together as I did as she said. I felt her breath on my cheek as she
held me and then it was with the faintest of touches that her lips touched
mine in a gentle kiss.

     This was the first time I'd ever been kissed on the lips by another
woman. My mother had always kissed me on the cheek, but Penny wasn't my
mother. They were soft and I had a thrill run up and down my spine at this
being another woman who had just kissed me and waited for another. It came
but with a slight more pressure, but brief again and I began to tingle as
my arms went round her as our lips met again in yet another kiss that was
much stronger and I felt that there was passion building up and responded
accordingly. Her lips were slightly parted and I felt the tip of her tongue
push against my lips and I opened them and felt it run across my teeth
before coming inside of me to touch my own tongue.

     It was like a small electric shock that made me quiver and let her
tongue play with mine as our mouths opened wider to accept this
jousting. The glow in my stomach was growing more as we kissed and I opened
my eyes as she eased our bodies apart to see hers shining as her hand came
up between us and began to unbutton my blouse. Guessing what she wanted, I
rolled fully onto my back and let her finish undoing the buttons as she
pulled the lower part out of the waist of my skirt. She seemed to be
savouring this for she kept the blouse across my chest until all the
buttons were undone and she smiled down at me as with one hand, she slowly
pulled each half aside to reveal my naked breasts.

     She gave out a sigh as she gazed at them and her hand came onto my
stomach and moved slowly up to push one breast high to make the nipple
stand at the top of the mound. After a lick of her lips, she lowered her
mouth down onto this now raised up bud. I tingled inside as her mouth
closed over it and I felt myself getting wet down between my thighs at the
thought that this was another woman doing this to me.

     Several minutes were spent on this gentle nibbling and occasional
sucking before she moved over to the other one. I now had a fiery fire
burning in my belly and I wanted her to go faster, but she had her own
ideas for after letting go of my teats, she sat up and quickly pulled off
her tank top to reveal her breasts to me and invited me to do the same to
her. I'll admit it now that I got more pleasure out of her sucking and
whatever on me than I did on her, but I had to take my turn as it were.

     With both sets of breasts having been gently massaged as well as the
nipples attended to, she moved further down the bed and undid the clip of
my skirt and pulled it down my legs, me lifting my hips to help, doing the
same for my panties. I expected her to start on me there and then but she
lay back and I knew that she wanted to be naked too now.

     It was only after her clothes were off too, that her hand ran down my
stomach and began to stroke the hair outside of my sex. I was quivering now
at having her hand so close and felt my face go red at wondering what she
would think to find me so wet between my thighs.

     `My, my,' she said as her fingers parted the lips of my sex and easily
slipped inside me. `You've become excited already.' Her fingers were moving
in different directions inside me and I had the urge to clamp my legs
together to trap her hand there to continue stroking and fingering my
insides.

     `I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry,' I said apologetically.

     `Sorry?' she replied, stretching her neck up to kiss me. `It means
you're aroused and that's good,' and she amazed me by bringing her wet
fingers up to her mouth and sucking on them. `Yes, definitely two different
tastes at the moment but we'll soon find out which is the real you.' This
astounded me that she could tell of different tastes where I, in my
naivety, thought that the fluid from me during an orgasm would be the same
as that of a man when he had his. I know his was called sperm but I didn't
know what mine was called and I didn't like to ask at this point. In fact,
I never did ask the question so remain ignorant to this day as to what a
woman's fluid is called. `So let's find out,' and down she went and gave me
an exquisite quarter of an hour of tonguing and sucking as well as nibbling
on my clitoris. Her tongue like a small sword that kept stabbing up into my
vagina between licking around the inner lips of my labia. Her teeth kept
grazing my tight bud while she also kept sucking at the fluid that seemed
to just keep coming out of my body under her ministrations.

     It was a jolt I received when her two fingers came inside me and began
working independently of each other that I began to go wild. I was being
taken to enormous heights of ecstasy as I began to boil inside at the
pleasure and finally erupted with a muted scream as I came in one mighty
orgasm. Her snorts and cough went unheeded by me as I thrashed about,
almost suffocating Penny by bringing my thighs close together to try and
hold back that wondrous feeling of relief that was coursing through my body
as I came.

     I fell back, not realising that I had arched my back at the time and a
great lassitude swept over me and I felt like a wet rag that had been put
through a delightful wringer. I couldn't kiss her wet mouth enough after
she came sliding up my body when she finished sucking at me. That I was
kissing the lips that were coated with my own body fluids made not an iota
of difference to me, for such was my euphoria at that moment.

     I was amazed that I could have an orgasm like that without having a
man's prick up inside me which gave me doubts to my sexual orientation, for
as much as I loved having her fingers inside me as her mouth and tongue
teased me, I still liked to feel the hardness of a male penetrating further
than a tongue ever could.

     We clung together, our sweaty breasts squashed up between us as we
kissed for several minutes before she broke away, breathing heavily.

     `Now don't tell me a man has ever brought you on like that before,'
she panted and I had to admit that no one had. `So now let's see if you've
learned anything from this,' she said as she gave my head a gentle push.

    I moved down and began to fondle her breasts first, not as big as mine
but still more than a handful as I gently massaged one to bring the nipple
up for me to suck on as well as give it a nibble when it was hard like a
cherry stone. She gave out a groan which encouraged me to do the same to
the other before kissing my way down over her stomach, pausing to stick my
tongue into her navel before approaching her pubic region.

     Her legs went open for me to move in between them and I now, for
another first, saw what my genitals looked like close up. I must say that
they are not as pretty to look at when compared to an erect male
phallus. That is something you can hold and feel more of the person other
than using just your mouth, tongue and fingers inside another woman.

     But I tried to copy what she had done to me, keeping my eyes closed as
I did so. She too was as wet as I had been, but my inexperience showed by
not being able to bring about an orgasm for her.

     `Never mind,' she crooned as I cried at failing to do so. `You don't
always have an orgasm every time, so don't worry about it. You did very
well for your first time on going down on another woman.'  A small
consolation for overcoming my first feeling of revulsion at what I was
doing, came to enjoy feeling her body move about at the thrill I had been
giving her somewhat mollified my original distaste of the act and knew that
with a few more goes, I could possibly come to like doing this.

     I found this so when we came to do it together at the same time,
having her lick and tongue me as I did the same to her, though it seemed
strange at first to be seeing her inner parts from an upside down position
as it were in that sixty nine position, but it was much better with us both
doing it at the same time.

     The upshot of this was that I then became bi-sexual and would have sex
with whatever was offered or available, and there was never a short supply
of either.

                                                            *

     I felt that I was becoming a slut for I would be having sex once a
week with Ronald, twice a week with Vicente and at least twice a week with
Penny. Not only them, but, as we would always be invited out on a Saturday
night to go to either a party or disco, there was nearly always one male
that attracted me, or should I say that I attracted them, and I would have
sex wherever we could. I even had a couple of knee tremblers where I was
held up against a wall with my legs wrapped round the man's waist as he
humped himself into me, but those turns were in the minority and I found
that I was getting less than most of the other girls who seemed to be doing
it every night if not having extras during the day.

     I came to find that Vicente was an arrogant prick and it was because
of his boasting about that I got to hear of that I dumped him. He did tell
me though that fellatio, which he liked, though not when I spat his sperm
out every time, that the word came from the Italian. Well it did end in the
letter O and he might have been right for all I know. But it was his
boasting that made me dump him a few weeks before my solo singing in the
choir.

     It was about this time that, remembering what had been said about how
the Arts Master would loved to have got his hands on me, figuratively
speaking, that I approached him and asked if he would consider me to be a
model for his art class. I can now say that I've seen someone struck dumb
and become speechless. His mouth opened and his eyes dropped to look at my
bosom. His face went red and it took a moment before he began to stutter.

     `Er,...I... well,...er, I don't know what to say. How old are you?'

     `Seventeen,' I replied, smiling at his discomfort.

     `I...er, well, er, I've only ever had two students volunteer before,
but they were always a bit older and I must say, not as good looking as
you,' he finished with a simper. `I think I'd better ask the Dean before I
say yes, for I would love to see you...oh, er, to be a model for the
class,' he finished lamely. So it was left to the Dean to say whether or
not I could be a model for the arts class.

     The answer was a categorical no, not until I was eighteen years of
age, and that was final.

     Ivor Quirk, the Arts Master, honest! I'm not kidding, for that was his
name. I would have changed it by deed poll if I'd ever been given a name
like that, was most apologetic when he told me. I gave a philosophical
shrug to my shoulders which made my breasts bounce which immediately drew
his eyes to them, and said that I would be available when the time came. He
managed to stutter both apologies and thanks at the same time and I
wondered if it was him that leaked the news that I would later become a
nude model in his class.

     So we finally came to my solo singing performance in the chapel which
I've already said was a rousing success.

                                                           *

     It was the following day that I was approached and asked if I would
join the university's operatic society. This I declined as I didn't wish to
play the parts of Katisha in the Mikado or Buttercup in H.M.S. Pinafore, as
they seemed to be Gilbert and Sullivan orientated.

     `No, no, no,' Hilda Nesbit, the organiser of the choral society
protested. I found out later that she had also shortened her forename, from
Hildegarde. `We wouldn't dream of burying your voice in those
roles. No. What we have in mind is to, well not stage operas, but do
excerpts, and you would be the ideal partner to sing arias with Darren
Fortescue. He is a wonderful tenor and I think you would complement each
other in your singing.' I knew the young man though I'd never spoken to
him. I think he was twenty years of age and quite a handsome looking guy
and so I said that I would think on it and let her know later in the week

     I lay in my bed that night after a heavy sexual session with Penny
that left me drained but my mind still was able to think and wonder if this
Darren would be my next lover as I was now only getting a hard penis once a
week from Ronald. I'd seen the man a couple of times on the campus and now
I was wondering what he would look like without his clothes and if he was
big enough for me to enjoy. With these thoughts I fell asleep to have quite
some erotic dreams that even knowing that I'd had them, couldn't remember
who did what and to whom when I woke up next morning.

     I mused the whole day through with thoughts like being held in the
arms of a man that loved me as we sang the famous duet from Madame
Butterfly, or being swept off my feet in the finale of Kiss me Kate, and
wondered if they shouldn't include some musicals which gave one a bit more
scope in the acting as well as some of the more famous songs suited to my
voice.

     Slow down, slow down my little voice told me. Don't start getting big
headed or you'll lose out in the long run, so I tempered my thoughts for
the time being and by the end of the week had agreed to join the society on
the provisio that I could refuse to sing if I didn't think the song suited
me. I got a sniff at that but was accepted on those terms.

     After four rehearsals with Darren, we went to bed together and he was
as good a cocksman as Ronald and even better than Vicente. Well the first
time wasn't really to bed for we tried to have it in the dressing room. We
had kissed a couple of times during our aria and it was when he pushed his
tongue into my mouth at the last kiss that made me wet my panties

     We tried to do it on the dressing table where we sat to do our make-up
and we were in a feverish haste as we kissed while trying to get his
rampant cock out of his trousers and for me to get my knickers off. Lotions
and creams were scattered about as he lifted me up onto the table and I
opened my legs for him only to have him have a premature ejaculation all
over my upper thighs as he came before he'd even entered me.

     I cried out of missing have his throbbing cock up inside me and he
kept repeating over and over at how sorry he was with the excuse of being
overeager. Not to lose out on seeing his still pulsating member dripping
with sperm, I slipped off the table and went down onto my knees and took
him into my mouth and used my hand to finish him off. He still had more to
give and I got a thrill as what was left surged into my mouth and to my own
surprise, swallowed it and then licked him clean when he'd finished coming.

     He was over the moon with this and still kissed me even though my lips
had just been around the head of his cock and had traces of his semen still
lingering there. It might have been a cock up, or should I say a balls up
this first attempt, but because of what I did, he was now fixated on me and
my slave forever, or so he said.

     We then began to fuck one another on a regular basis with us both
going down on each other, him to begin with to get me started before he
fucked me and I finished off the job afterwards to clean him up.

     I had also reached the point that when I was with Ronald and I could
only give him oral sex because of my monthly period, I would suck on his
cock and when he came in my mouth, I would hold it there till he'd finished
and let him see that I had before swallowing it and then sucking and
licking him clean afterwards.

     So I was back to having two men and one woman during the week and I
was as happy as a pig in shit as they say. You might think that that is all
that I did while at the university, but you're wrong. I still attended all
my classes and I was absorbing everything that was thrown at us by the
tutors. I found that I didn't need to revise for I could almost give back
word for word any lecture that I'd heard and what time I did spend studying
was only to delve deeper into the subject that I was currently being
taught. The result being that I was the top of my class in all the subjects
that I was taking.

     I enjoyed the lessons and the subjects. I loved the singing in the
choir and the snippets of arias and songs that I sang with Darren. But most
of all, I loved the sex I had with Darren, Ronald and Penny, each having
their own distinct flavour and expertise. As I said, I was happy.

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     Going off the beaten track somewhat, my eighteenth birthday was
approaching fast and I began to give serious thoughts as to what I should
wish for this year. Fate took a hand in this that was a very surprising
event for one youngster and made me quite rich in the process.

     My birthday came and I had a party with quite a few of the girls and a
few males too, but I controlled my drinking for I didn't want to make a
wish accidentally without giving it some thought. This I was still thinking
about a couple of days later when I went off to a hairdressers in town to
have my hair done. A treat for me, and it was while I was sitting in the
chair, a newspaper was given to me which I idly turned over the pages and a
small headline caught my eye.

     Now I would never have dreamed of reading the horse racing pages but
with the head line over a picture, I couldn't resist reading it. The
picture showed a young girl who had just turned thirteen and was sitting on
a horse that had been given to her to celebrate her birthday. The headline
ran, Wishful Thinking For This Young Girl. She had been given this horse
with the name of that title and though it was hers, it was still registered
in her father's name who had entered it into the coming Grand National. `I
believe in my horse,' the girl was quoted as saying, `and I am hoping that
her name will bring me luck and make me the most happiest girl in the
world.'

     Now that is a wish I could grant I said to myself as I sat there and
pondered exactly how to go about this so that we would both benefit from my
wish. I was pleased with the way my hair had been done and gave the girl a
nice tip before I went back to my room in the university, deep in
thought. I had walked out of the hairdresser's with that newspaper still in
my hand and found that it listed all seventy two runners entered for the
Grand National. Now this would be whittled down in time to those trainers
that could, if they still thought their horse had a chance, continue to pay
the fee to stay in the running as it were.

     The young girl's horse, Wishful Thinking was listed as a rank outsider
and the odds quoted were 500 to 1. Next morning, I went down to the bank
and drew out just over a thousand pounds and then went straight to one of
the three famous bookmakers in the town and went in.

    I had butterflies in my stomach for this was the first time I'd ever
been in such an establishment. It was only just after they had opened for
the day and so there was only one other person inside, looking at all the
race meetings for that day pinned up on the walls. Under these were little
boxes filled with paper and a small shelf of miniscule pens. At the far end
was what I can only describe as being something like a bank teller's window
as seen in the old American movies. It had a grill in front of the man sat
there and to the sides where glass was which I assumed were bullet proof,
otherwise it would have been metal grilles all along that counter. I walked
uncertainly to this grill to speak to the man behind it.

     `Are you taking bets on the Grand National, ante post?' I asked having
seen these words in the newspaper.

     `Certainly. Just fill in a slip and pay the money,' he said.

     `I've never done this before, could you fill in the slip for me?' I
asked.

     `No, that I cannot do. It has to be presented to me. Get old Fred
there to help you,' he said, indicating the only other person inside the
place. So I said a polite thank you and went across to old Fred.

     `Excuse me, but that man over there said you might help me? I've never
put a bet on before and I don't know how to fill in the slip that he called
it.'

     `No problem ducky,' he said with a chuckle, his eyes as all men seem
to do, homing in on my breasts first before looking at my face
properly. `What do you want to bet on?' he asked as he drew a slip from one
of the many holders.

     `An ante post bet on the Grand National,' I replied.

    `Well that's some time ahead. A lot of the horses will be scratched
before the off. Maybe the one you want will be and then you'd lose your
money.'

     `That's the chance I'll have to take,' I smiled at him, `but I have a
funny feeling that this horse will start and go on to win.'

     `Okay,' he said as he began to write on the slip for me. Naming the
race and date though the time hadn't been published which didn't really
matter he said.

     `Name of the horse?'

     `Wishful Thinking,' I told him which he wrote down.

     `What's the price quoted now?'

     `Five hundred to one.'

     `Are you sure?' he asked with an incredulous look on his face.

     `Quite sure,' and he wrote down the name and the price and then asked
how much would the bet be for? `One thousand pounds,' I said and he began
to choke.

     `Are you serious or are you mad?' he asked when he'd recovered.

     `To the first yes, to the second, possibly, but that is how much I
want to put on that horse.'

     `Plus tax?' he asked, and when I asked what did he mean, he explained
that if I paid the tax on the original stake, if it won, I would get back
the whole amount. If I didn't pay the tax up front, I would be liable to
pay the added tax value of the winning price, which made sense to pay.

     `Add the tax,' I told him and this he did and gave me the slip with a
shaking hand.

     `This I've got to see,' he said as he came over with me to this caged
window and I pushed the slip through.

     `You've got to be joking?' the man said with a funny look on his face
as he saw the amount.

     `No I'm not,' I replied.

     `Excuse me a moment,' he said and took the slip to another man at the
other end of this little cubby hole of an office and talked a few minutes
with the man there before coming back. I'd had some looks from this man
whilst they spoke and guessed right,

     `How old are you?' the man asked when he returned to face me.

     `Eighteen,' I replied and showed him my student card that held my
photo and offered my birth certificate, which he scrutinised before giving
them back.

     `Okay,' he said and waited as I pulled out my purse and counted out
one thousand pounds plus the tax. Old Fred stood next to me with his mouth
open as I pushed the money under the grill.

     `And you're a student?' he gasped at seeing one such as me pushing
that amount of money under that grill.

     `Yes, and believe me, that horse will win,' I said with a smile.

     `Do you know, I think you really believe in that, so I'm going to put
on a pound myself,' he said with a smile on his face.

     Good luck to you too, I said to myself for you'll be five hundred
pounds richer come that day. I thanked him and gave him a kiss on the cheek
which surprised him and as I went out of the betting shop, I looked back
and he was still standing there looking back at me, his hand up to his
cheek where I'd kissed him. I was then outside on the pavement and took in
a deep breath.

     `I wish that the horse called Wishful Thinking will win this year's
coming Grand National and that that young girl's father has the nonce to
place a bet now before the price drops.' I smiled to myself and made a
silent vow that I wouldn't make another verbal wish until after that race,
just in case.

     Give me licence to continue with this even though I am jumping many
months ahead, but it's better to complete this little episode in one whole
rather than in bits and pieces.

     I popped back into the bookies a fortnight later and found that the
price of this horse had dropped to sixty to one, no doubt because of my bet
and I hoped that of the girl's father's.

     Over quite a few months I paid scant attention to this as I had a lot
to contend with that I will relate later, but the week came when the race
was due. After many horses being withdrawn, Wishful Thinking was still
there and the price had come down to forty to one.

     When the day arrived and the horses went down to the starting post, he
was priced at thirty to one, still considered to be an outsider but one now
in with a chance, hence the reduction in the odds. I was in the common room
where quite a few students had gathered to watch the race on television and
we had a sweepstake amongst ourselves and I drew another rank outsider who
fell at the fourth fence though that one pound was nothing to what I'd put
on Wishful Thinking and my eyes were glued to the screen for the whole of
the race.

     It was Foinavon all over again, with my horse way back in the field
when there was a massive pile up at one of the last really big fences and
Wishful Thinking managed to jump clear and then lead those remaining on for
the last few furlongs to come home by seven lengths clear of the second
horse.

     There were lots of groans in the common room with one girl screaming
at having drawn the winner and so won nearly forty pounds while I sat back
smugly knowing that I had just won half a million pounds. But my thoughts
weren't on what I had won, but on just how that young girl must have been
feeling at that moment and was pleased to see her smiling face on the
television as she was there to see her horse led into the winner's place
before the presentation.

     I actually sat there and cried at seeing the joy and happiness on her
face as her father was presented with the trophy, knowing that a big cheque
would soon follow, but it was the thought that this was one day in that
girl's life that she would never forget, her horse winning the Grand
National.

      It was Sunday afternoon in the common room that I picked up a
discarded newspaper to see, in the racing section, that a student had
placed a bet at the first posting of runners and had won half a million
pounds. What was alarming was that they named the bookies and the place
when I had placed the bet.

     In between classes on the Monday, I went into town and walked past the
bookies and saw at least three men with cameras as well at least two dozen
other men who could only have been reporters. Needless to say I didn't go
in but kept on walking past. It was four weeks before I went in and
collected my cheque, for they never ever carried that amount of money in a
branch. I lost that time in terms of interest of the total sum but that was
nothing to be able to preserve my anonymity to being named as the student
who had won that vast amount of money.

     As they never carried that kind of money that was owed to me, they'd
had a cheque ready that just needed my name inserted.

     `What name do I put on the cheque?' the man behind the grill asked. I
had given this some thought for I was sure that the man hadn't remembered
my name and I wished to stay anonymous.

     `Just put A dot, B dot C,' I said. `My bank will accept that.' He gave
me a weird look but wrote this on the cheque and handed it over to me, him
keeping my betting slip. Of course the newspaper picked up on this straight
away and the headline in the sports section said The Alphabet Girl collects
her winnings.

     One other funny thing was that old Fred was in there and came up to me
as I put the cheque away and grabbed my hand and kissed it.

     `I've been coming in every day since the National to meet and thank
you. I won five hundred pounds because of you. God bless you, and if you
ever pick another horse like that, please think of me,' he said, his old
eyes shining as he kissed my hand again.

     The final part of this mini saga was that during the holiday period, I
went and paid off the mortgage on our semi and at the same time, bought out
our neighbour. This then gave us a double house if you could call it that,
and all the ground which came to just over two acres.

     Mother was over the moon with this news which meant that she was now
secure, financially, and the money that was being set aside for mortgage
repayments could be put towards helping her in years to come to assist when
she would be liable to need care when she was older.

    So not only had I helped a young girl to have her dream come true, I'd
made my mother's life a more comfortable one without having to worry about
the financial future.

     The other rider to this was that I sent her away on a month's cruise
to the Caribbean and South America while I had all our furniture put into
store so that both of the houses were then empty to be completely refitted
and decorated. Also putting in two connecting doors between them. One
downstairs and one upstairs, this being done so that she could go between
them whenever she liked and I also bought new furniture for what would be
my half if I ever got married and settled down there. I also had the fences
back and front removed to make the whole lot complete and she could then
spend her time at her favourite occupation of gardening.

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