Making a Dream Come True

By Yamila Bianqueri

There was nothing more important to Melina than her devotion to sports. Since she was just a girl, she knew that her great life goal would be to play in the major leagues; Unfortunately, things don't always turn out the way you want them to. The decisions you will choose will change the course of your journey.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: May 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781071563533

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Making a Dream Come True

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Yamila Bianqueri

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Títle: Making a Dream Come True

© 2017, Yamila Bianqueri

© Diseño de portada: Isaboth

© Corrección: Emma Sheridan

© Translation: Jeffrey Isfeld

All rights reserved. Total reproduction is not allowed, nor part of this book; nor the compilation in a computer system; nor in another mechanical system, photocopies (or other means) without prior authorization of the copyright owner.

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Dedication

These pages are dedicated with all the love in the universe to my children, my traveling companion, and my brothers.

Do not forget that perhaps your dreams are delayed at some point in your lives, but surely that will happen because something more sublime is yet to come or simply because that was not the time to make them come true.

Never lower your arms, fight to the last breath, the easy is not as satisfactory as what costs you a little more.

I love you very strongly.

Index

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Epílogo

Mel´s future

Thanks

Biography

Social networks

Chapter 1

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Vicky, are you listening to me? —he asked his friend while the other spoke and spoke without paying attention to what she said.

—Yes, I am listening to you, and you, did you hear what I'm telling you? She replied indignantly.

—Yes, baby, I'm doing it but I understood that I'm not interested in knowing what telephone sex was like. I already told you a thousand times, I don't understand what you see as exciting —he couldn't understand her; for her, that was not the least bit important.

You don't understand it, nor do you share it because you never did it. Mel, someday you will swallow your words and I will be there to laugh —if she knew, despite what she believed, her dear friend would fall into the trap very soon.

"Okay, Vi, as you say, I am not going to argue about such stupidity. Better finish telling me —he gave up because if he thought about it a lot, he would tell her to go to hell.

"As I told you, it all started with her photo from the hip down. She was wearing a black boxer and her friend was ready for action. When I replied that I was free, she called. We started fooling around, I asked what she was wearing and I told her I was in my underwear, lying down and ready to go to sleep.

No wonder, you always sleep like this or naked, he cut in, interrupting her little speech, that conversation bored her too much.

Don't interrupt me, Dumbie! She yelled on the other end of the phone, at least let me talk, don't be a bad friend.

Okay, I went on, he encouraged her with a bit of annoyance.

—He asked me how my outfit looked and I was happy, knowing what was coming, I told him I was wearing a red lace outfit. He told me that it drove him crazy and that at that moment he wanted to be inside me pushing nonstop. I told him to do it, to imagine that he was penetrating me and that I would do the same. We started to moan and through the line, I could hear the movement his hand made as he jerked off; that made me like a motorcycle and I started to touch myself. First the tits and in the meantime, I told him what I did. I lowered my hand further, put it into my thong and stroked my clit. On the other hand, he was breathing hard and he told me at the same time everything he would like to do to me and I imagined him doing it —blah, blah, blah, blah, she imitated her in silence, making fun of her without Vicky seeing her.

While keeping the telephone communication on loudspeaker, she painted her nails with total and absolute tranquility, sitting in the armchair of her apartment located in the Saavedra neighborhood.

She checked Facebook, took a look at Instagram, all as if nothing, as if her friend was not on the other side overflowing with emotion. It might seem like she was bad, in fact she could be the worst friend, but no, she wasn't. She would be a bad friend if she stopped talking, which she would never do with her. Vicky was the only person she allowed to speak without really telling her what she thought.

—I had a spectacular orgasm and I plan to repeat it every night while he is traveling —thank God he heard the last one, because otherwise the other would be able to take a bondi to slap her.

—I am happy for you. Now can we move on to what matters to me? —On the other hand, her friend rolled her eyes with amusement.

Yes, heavy, now you can speak, she answered knowing what she was going to ask.

—On Sunday I have a game that is super important, my mom can't accompany me because she works and I have a place left over, will you come? —That fact her mom couldn't go see her, she was down, and she wasn't used to competing without her presence.

Sandra was her number one fan, since she was little she encouraged her to do what she liked best. She took her to training, bought her the best clubs and the best sets. For Melina, her mother was her heroine, she was the best person that existed on the face of the earth and there would never be someone to replace her.

I hate getting up early, Mel, do I have to go with you? she said protestingly.

Fuck off, piece of turd, she intoned angrily. Warming her up was one of the activities her buddy most enjoyed.

—Hahaha! You believed it, obviously I'm going. I wouldn’t miss seeing one of your matches live and direct for nothing in this world.

I swear I was about to tell you to go to hell.

I love your mood swings, it is impressive how easy you are to get angry —having known her from kindergarten, Vicky always knew what to bother her with.

Don't underestimate me because one of these days my threats and I will never speak to you again, she said firmly. Victoria knew her so well that she knew perfectly well that her friend might be able to carry out her warnings.

—I love you friend! Tomorrow I will go sleep at your house so on Sunday we can leave from there, will you?

"I love you too, silly. Very good idea see you tomorrow. I leave you because I have to continue training, Manuel is