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Your Wish Come True
by Pol Roger
Chapter 19
Practice
She learns about trust and about power.
MANDY gave up on the game she had been playing. None of the games on her
phone were all that interesting, anyway. She looked bleakly at the magazines
on the side table in the surgery's waiting room.
The first time she had visited the gynaecologist's she had been ushered
straight in. This time, although she had arrived punctually at eleven
o'clock, she had already been waiting half an hour. She wished Emma had been
able to come with her.
Fortunately, her speech was almost back to normal. Rising early to have
breakfast with Emma, and feeling very hungry, she'd found the swelling in
her tongue had almost gone.
"I've been using the dilators," Mandy announced when she was finally called,
and Cynthia Ball had once again had her sit in the examining chair, her legs
in the stirrups.
"So I see," Cynthia remarked. "Your hymen was very thick as I recall, but it
appears to be fully stretched now. There are no other obstructions in your
vagina. Did you experience much pain? Was there any bleeding?"
"One time there was a bit of blood, I think. It was a bit uncomfortable at
first, but then it was quite nice really." Mandy blushed, realising how this
might sound. "What I mean is, it wasn't so bad after that. Oh god!" she
muttered at the end, covering her face with her hands.
Cynthia smiled, in spite of having seen and heard it all before, and much
more besides. "So this is what you wanted?" she checked.
"Well, I don't want my first time--whenever it is--to, like, hurt."
"No, of course not. I hope it doesn't either. You certainly shouldn't have
any pain now from your hymen rupturing, anyway." Cynthia paused. "Is there
anyone you can talk to about ... girl matters? Relationships? Sex?" She now
knew all about Mandy's supposedly tragic circumstances from Brian. "What
about your guardian, Emma? I've known her and her family for many years."
Mandy thought for a moment. "Emma's great, but it feels weird talking to her
about this stuff. It's complicated."
Cynthia put her hand gently on Mandy's. "Yes. It must be hard for you.
"You said before that you weren't sure if you were intending to become
sexually active," she continued in a more professional mode. "If you are
planning to, I do recommend that you take precautions. Last time you raised
going on the pill, which may be a good idea. I would still prefer it if you
waited till we run some tests, however, since you still haven't had your
first period. We'll do the pap smear today and I'll check a few other
things. I don't want you to be alarmed, but we do need to investigate this."
Cynthia did another more thorough internal exam before proceeding with the
pap smear. She arranged for a blood test and discussed future possible
scans. Apart from this, everything about Mandy seemed normal and healthy.
#
MANDY wrapped her scarf several times around her neck before putting on her
coat, as well as a woollen hat and gloves. The weather had turned cold
again. Having finished with the doctor's, she headed to Sloane Square tube
station. She was meeting Gemma, who was coming for a practice with Mandy for
her clarinet exam.
"Do you want something to eat first, or shall we do some practice?" Mandy
asked Gemma when they came back to Chesham Street.
"We should probably do some practice, but I'm starving," Gemma answered.
She had been surprised and impressed at the apartment, saying she wondered
what sort of place it would be in this part of London, but never dreaming it
would be so smart ("on the inside, anyway!" she had joked), since Mandy said
it was just an apartment. She was particularly impressed with the Steinway,
the main reason for her coming all this way, seeing Mandy had a piano and
Gemma's family didn't.
"Your guardian must be really rich," she said as she and Mandy ate their
sandwiches.
"It comes with her job," Mandy explained, keeping to the story she had
agreed with Emma.
"Oh," said Gemma, a bit disappointed. "So what is her job? Is she, like, a
courtesan or a kept woman?"
"Sort of," Mandy said. Gemma's eyes widened. "It's Public Relations," Mandy
joked. "People say that's a bit like prostitution. Same with the Law." (Hmm,
not really relevant anymore, thought Mandy.)
"She must be good at it," Gemma concluded.
"Emma really wants to be a journalist," Mandy added. She's studying that at
Queen Mary."
"Well, I think she should stick to Public Relations. Love the tongue, by the
way," she said, not sounding entirely sincere. "I didn't notice it last
week. They'll never let you wear it at school, of course. My mum hates
them."
"I only got it yesterday," Mandy explained. "And I'm sure you would have
noticed if I'd had it before. Like, at the party. During the dancing." Mandy
was wondering whether Gemma remembered kissing her.
"Oh yes!" Gemma smiled at Mandy. "That was a great party!" She paused. "I
don't really remember much about it, though."
That was that, then.
"So did it hurt? The piercing?" Gemma continued after a while.
"It didn't really hurt with the actual piecing. Well, it did for a second.
But a little bit after ...! Yesterday was really bad," Mandy answered. "I
could hardly talk. But it's fine today."
"Really?" Gemma sounded surprised. "Well, good for you." Mandy was getting
the impression Gemma disapproved.
The practice went well. Gemma wasn't bad at the clarinet, and she took
Mandy's comments and suggestions very well. Mandy was getting a bit bored,
though, and while she liked accompanying Gemma, she found going over the
same passages several times a bit tedious. On the plus side, the coolness
Gemma had been showing seemed to have disappeared.
"Thanks, Mandy. I really do appreciate it," she said when they were
finishing up. "You've been a great help. I've been a bit nervous about this
exam. I haven't really done much practice before this week.
(Mandy held her tongue.)
"Do you want to invite Vanessa and Helen over?" Gemma suddenly said. "And
Katrina? Maria, too, if you like?"
"That sounds great," Mandy replied.
"Or maybe some boys?" Gemma grinned at Mandy. "Wait, when does Emma get
home?"
"She should probably be home quite soon. She just had one meeting this
morning, I think, and then she had something this afternoon at college, but
I think she was coming straight back after that." Mandy answered.
"On second thoughts, perhaps I'd better get home. Mum might need me for
something. Walk me to the station?"
Sloane Square Station was not much further than the end of the street, so
Mandy was happy to walk with Emma.
#
"LET'S just walk down the street a bit further," Gemma suggested when they
reached the station entrance, "explore a bit." She set off before Mandy
could reply.
They headed up Sloane Street towards Knightsbridge, wandering into a few
shops, mostly the clothes and shoe ones. They were just looking, Gemma told
them, but the shop assistants hovered close by, keeping them in sight,
making them nervous. Gemma seemed not to be enjoying herself, telling Mandy
the prices were ridiculous. Mandy made no comment. worried that Gemma might
think her posh or something if she bought anything for herself or even for
Gemma.
They headed back the other way down Sloane Street in the direction of
Pimlico, Gemma leading. She walked right past the tube station.
She stopped outside the Rose and Crown.
"We could just pop in here for a bit. Have a drink before I have to go."
They went into the pub and found a table near a window.
"Let's just sit here, shall we?" Gemma said.
"Shouldn't we order something?" Mandy asked.
"Can't," Gemma said, "not eighteen. Don't s'pose you are, are you?" Gemma
asked doubtfully, "Or you've got fake ID or anything?"
Mandy wasn't, and didn't.
This was awkward, Mandy thought. What were they doing there if they couldn't
order anything?
"Hello, ladies. Mind if we join you?" Two casually dressed men had come over
from playing snooker and were standing beside their table.
"Please," Gemma said. "We were just about to order our drinks."
"Allow us," said the one who hadn't yet spoken. "Two lagers?"
"Thanks," said Gemma, "but it's ... umm ... rum and cola for me please. With
a slice of lemon." He looked at Mandy.
"Same," she said. Gemma smiled at her and gave her a nudge with her foot.
He was soon back at the table and the four of them settled down with their
drinks. Victor and Eddy introduced themselves. Gemma introduced herself as
Jemima and Mandy as Christina.
"Beautiful names!" Victor exclaimed. He was in his late twenties or early
thirties, with short dark hair. Eddy was about the same age, but with a
shaved head. They continued chatting as they drank their second round. The
men were getting more familiar, sitting up close to them. Victor had latched
on to Gemma, while Eddy it seemed had taken a shine to Mandy.
Mandy felt awkward talking to Victor and Eddy. She was trying to be friendly
but she wasn't really enjoying herself. At the same time she was reluctant
to disappoint them. Victor had been finding excuses to touch Gemma lightly,
brushing fluff off her coat and at one stage asking to read her palm. He'd
been asking them if they'd ever done any acting and did they like having
their photos taken. He had a photography studio which he was happy to show
them some time if they were interested.
"Would you excuse us for moment please while we visit the ladies?" Gemma
said sweetly. She eased her way past Victor, holding her bag low behind her.
"Hurry back!" Victor called as they headed toward the female lavatories.
"Quick, let's go," Gemma whispered as they passed the entrance to the pub.
She grabbed Mandy's arm and dragged her towards the door. The two ran out
together. They kept running up the street.
"Hey! Where are you going?" they heard Teddy calling after them.
"What was that about?" Mandy asked when they reached the tube station
entrance again.
"Just getting us some free drinks," Gemma laughed.
Mandy looked at Gemma in amazement. "How long have you been doing this sort
of thing?" she asked.
"Not long," Gemma replied. "Two or three times I s'pose. Fun isn't it?
"Bit unfair on the blokes, don't you think?" Mandy countered.
"Nah! They got our company for a bit, didn't they? That's worth two rounds
of drinks, I should think. Anyway, I must be going. Thanks for today."
"Bye, Gem," said Mandy. "Talk to you soon."
The two girls hugged and Gemma headed down into the Underground, giving
Mandy a final wave. "See ya, Luscious Lips!" she yelled up the steps.
So she did remember Friday night, Mandy understood.
Mandy's phone rang.
"Where are you?" It was Emma. "I thought we agreed you'd let me know where
you are if you go out."
"It's fine," Mandy answered. "I'm just at the end of the street. I just
walked Gemma to the station. I'll be there in two minutes."
Mandy headed back up Chesham Street. She decided she wouldn't mention the
Rose and Crown to Emma. Or Victor and Eddy.
#
"MUM rang me today," Emma told Mandy. "She's really worried."
"About me?" Mandy asked, chewing her lip. "Derek, I mean," she clarified.
"Well, yes, actually. But more about Peter. He's taking your disappearance
badly. He doesn't think the police are doing enough to find you."
"Are they? I mean, are they trying?" Mandy had almost forgotten that "Derek"
was a missing person and an investigation was underway. "Have they ... found
anything?"
"They just tell Mum it's an ongoing investigation. They're very interested
in the laptop though. Or what remains of it. They said it had been sent to
an expert and they were waiting for the report."
Mandy wasn't sure if this was good or bad news. She was concerned about
Peter, though.
"I should warn you. Peter wants to talk to you again. He's a bit obsessed
that you were the last to see Dad. See you, that is." Emma added with
emphasis. "He thinks you must know more than you're telling. Or that you
could shed more light, or whatever. You can expect a call."
"What shall I say?" Mandy said, flustered. "Should I tell him the truth?
What about Dianne? What if they don't believe me? It's such a crazy story,
they may think I murdered "Derek" or something."
"Honestly, I'm not sure what we should do. Peter's a bit angry with me,
living here and being your guardian and getting a new car and job and all
that. He says my judgement is compromised, and I'm not as upset as I should
be. He's right in a way, of course. But he doesn't know the reason. The mood
he's in I think telling him the truth would really set him off."
"Yes." Mandy pondered this new information. "Still, I'd really like to see
Peter. If he wants to talk to me, that's fine."
"It won't be till next week. Mum's taken Peter to Cornwall for a break. She
thinks it will cheer them both up. Or at least take their minds off things."
Neither Mandy nor Emma stayed up late. They chatted a while after dinner,
but they both decided they could do with an early night.
#
"ON your knees, like good little sluts!" It was Victor's voice, the man she
and Gemma had got to buy them drinks at the Rose and Crown, along with that
other man--what was his name?--Eddy.
Gemma was beside her and they had both knelt down in front of Victor. Why
was Gemma naked? She realised she was, too. That made sense, she supposed.
Gemma was looking up at him, greedily licking her lips. Why is she licking
her lips? Mandy wondered.
Then she turned her head and saw it. Victor was also naked and holding his
enormous penis in front of them, pointing it back and forth between Mandy
and Gemma.
"Who wants this the most? You'll have to beg!"
"Me, please!" said Gemma. "Please, let me suck your huge cock! I need you to
fuck my face and fill my horny throat!"
It's like a cheap porno, Mandy thought. And just as ridiculous. She felt
like laughing, but something told her that was the wrong thing to do. She
watched Gemma grab the erect member with her hand and pump it, then hungrily
lick it and suck on it, making rapturous moans and mewling noises. She
dropped her hand and took it all the way into her mouth, nodding her head
back and forth, taking its full length. Victor grabbed her head and began to
pull her towards him, then away, then back, growling and talking obscenely.
Mandy watched with fascination. Gemma actually seemed to be enjoying it.
She's really good at it, too, she thought admiringly. Gemma looked up at
Victor with adoring eyes. Mandy looked up too. Victor looked a lot hotter
than he had before. Perhaps younger, even. Not bad looking at all, really.
Her eyes focussed on the penis, its veiny shaft slick with Gemma's saliva,
appearing and disappearing as Gemma swallowed it again and again. There was
a glimpse of its angry pink tip, Gemma ferociously licking it, then in it
went again, all the way. She seemed in ecstasy.
Looking at Gemma's blissful state, Mandy realised she was becoming aroused.
And jealous. Why is Gemma getting it all? Why doesn't she share? When will
it be my turn.
"Don't worry, you pretty little slut! You'll get your turn," Victor said,
somehow reading her mind. Shouldn't she be offended by being called a slut?
Wasn't that insulting? And sexist? But somehow it seemed to be part of the
scenario.
She knew in this sort of fantasy she was supposed to enjoy being called a
slut. Being used. It was supposed to turn her on.
Strange, she thought. It seems to be working.
Slut! Whore! Cum-dump! Cock-sucker!
Why was she not upset? Why was she not offended? Why was she not frightened?
Another voice was whispering softly in her mind.
Because you think it's hot!
Mandy let out a groan in her sleep.
Good girl, Mandy. See how turned on he is! Only you can give him what he
wants. Pleasing him is your gift, your superpower. Then he can give you what
you want, what you need. You know how much you want it. Look at Gemma. Oh,
she could make him suffer, with just a movement of her jaw, just a clench of
her teeth! But she chooses instead to bring him to the brink of paradise.
Doesn't it turn you on?
Mandy looked at Gemma. She had tilted her head back and come underneath
Victor's penis in order to take his scrotum into her mouth. He was egging
her on, but also groaning and yelling out, gasping and wincing at his sudden
vulnerability, like the tables had been turned. Yes, he was in her power.
They both knew it, but they pretended he was the one in command. Of course,
he could always hurt and abuse her--he had the strength. But that would ruin
it. Then it would no longer be about pleasure. It would only be about power.
Eddy materialised beside Victor. Had he been there all the time? Mandy
thought he must have been. He looked impossibly fit and muscular. He seemed
to be only about twenty years old now--still with a shaved head but with
softer, kinder features, and now, somehow--black!
"Here," he said to Mandy. "Take it slow. It won't hurt you. Kiss it first.
See? It likes you!"
She did kiss it. It was soft and velvety. She kissed it again. It did like
her--she could tell by the way its hardness pulsated and strained towards
her. She wasn't scared.
This is all faintly absurd, it occurred to her. She kissed it again, letting
out a moan. She guided it gingerly into her mouth.
"That's right. Now look at me." She looked up. "You look so hot!" he told
her. "I love what you're doing to me. You're so good at this! Thank you,
thank you!"
It's true, guys really like you if you can give good head, Mandy remembered
from somewhere. They love it when you swallow. That's why I always want to
swallow. I want them to like me. I'm so good at it. I know exactly what men
want. My blowjobs would win Oscars.
I'll never be reluctant to give one. I do them so well. It tastes so good!
#
MANDY woke up suddenly, surprised to find she was sucking her thumb! She
laughed to herself. How absurd! What had she been dreaming? It must have
been something good, because she was feeling hot and aroused.
She tried to go back to sleep, but it wasn't working. Why had she been
sucking her thumb? Could she have been dreaming about being a little baby?
Sucking. She suddenly got an idea.
Derek had never really liked blow-jobs. Dianne had tried a few times, more
as an attempt to get him to try cunnilingus on her, he suspected, than to
give him pleasure. She had been very bad at it, grazing his sensitive penis
inadvertently with her teeth and sucking on the end until it hurt. She
should have used her tongue and lips to provide gentle friction, Mandy now
somehow realised. Derek could have told her, but he didn't know himself how
it should be done. He just thought he didn't like blow-jobs.
I wonder if I could do it properly? Mandy pondered. An irresistible
curiosity took hold of her.
She got up and found the dilators she had been using the previous week.
Choosing the largest one, she tried imagining it was an an erect penis. She
kissed the tip. It made her giggle! Then she tried putting it in her mouth.
At once it made her gag.
That's no good, she lamented. She began to fear that she would be hopeless
at blow-jobs. She'd be like Dianne, always demanding but never giving back.
Selfish. Uncaring. Ungrateful.
She tried again, taking just a little at first, then a bit more, building up
her tolerance. It was working! She kept at it. If she pushed her tongue
along the shaft and tilted her head up it seemed to open up her throat more.
She kept practicing.
She knelt down on the floor and placed her arms on the side of the bed,
holding the dilator in her hand, moving her face back and forth, trying
different angles, different techniques. She tried stimulating her clitoris
as she shoved the makeshift dildo down her throat, trying to imagine a
penis, fantasising about giving a real blow-job. It was going in quite deep
now, past the back of her throat, requiring her to angle her neck to receive
the rigid hard plastic.
A real one will be different she realised. More pliable. Warm. Throbbing.
She began to feel a sense of pride in how far she could get the dilator down
her throat, always covering her teeth with her lips and letting her tongue
play along different parts of the device. Perhaps her tongue-piercing would
make her even better. A better cock-sucker. Not selfish. Not uncaring.
Taking someone to the edge of paradise.
Good girl.
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