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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.
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.