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THE FOLLOWING STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT. DON'T READ IT IF YOU
ARE UNDER 18.
MARISSA
Chapter 5
by Mikey Dee
mikeydee@iname.com
The following evening, Marissa and Bob met outside the
building where the film was to be shown. Marissa had had a
difficult day dealing with her sexuality. This was her ninth day
without an orgasm, and her urge to have one was overpowering.
No matter how she tried, she couldn't keep from
thinking about sex. It had been on her mind all day. Two minutes
alone in the bathroom was all it would take, and she would have
peace. But she fought the craving, hoping that the movie and
Bob's company would distract her.
The movie was one of those self-important, convoluted
foreign imports that passes for art. Marissa soon lost interest
and closed her eyes. She thought about her friend Sue. She
intended to major in psychology and was attending a university
known for its psychology department.
She knew Sue would do well. Like herself, she was a good
student, and always had a burning desire to understand the human
condition in all its complexity. This was especially evident in
her fanatical fascination with sex. She wanted to know and
experience everything. And so did Marissa.
As Marissa thought about it, she realized that sex was
the morter that bound their early friendship together. As they
grew older, they found they had many things in common, and their
present friendship was based on their mutual honesty and shared
interests.
When they first met, Sue, who was fourteen, assumed the
role of mentor. She'd had much more opportunity to learn about
sex than any of the other girls in the eight grade.
Her father's study was filled with psychology books, many
of them devoting themselves exclusively to sex. It was a classic
example of motivation meeting opportunity. Sue would devour the
information whenever her father wasn't home. The case histories
were of particular interest, inspiring ever more exciting
masturbatory fantasies.
Sue has been masturbating since she was twelve, but the
practice took on a whole new meaning after she found her father's
books. Sue would read the detailed stories, getting more excited
by the minute. When she got so hot she couldn't hold off anymore,
she would go to her room and get herself off, recalling the
details of the patient history that she had just read.
At the time when the two girls met, Marissa had not yet
discovered how to have an orgasm. Sue, on the other hand, had
been having them for two years. Consequently, Marissa didn't
understand everything Sue told her. However, having only herself
to go by, Sue assumed Marissa's experiences were similar to her
own, and never explained the concept of orgasm to Marissa.
After the incident with Louis in the bathroom, Marissa
finally understood all the things Sue had been telling her.
Afterwards, although they were both too embarrassed to discuss it
openly, both girls, from their conversations, knew that the other
masturbated.
As Marissa and Sue walked home from school one afternoon,
Marissa could sense a certain excited distraction in her friend.
"O.K., Sue, what's going on?" Marissa asked. "I've been
talking to you for the last five minutes, and I know you haven't
heard a thing. What's going on in that perverted mind of yours?"
"Secret conversation?" Sue asked slowly. The girls were
beyond having to say 'secret conversation' for things that they
didn't want to become public knowledge. The fact that Sue
approached the subject in this manner signaled to Marissa that
something of extreme importance was about to happen.
"Secret conversation," Marissa confirmed, solomnly. She
just knew this was going to be good.
Sue took a while to answer, choosing her words carefully.
"Mari", she finally began, "have you ever seen an educational
movie about sex?"
"Sure, in health class." Marissa knew this wasn't what
Sue meant, but she had to play the game.
"No, I mean, like, a more advanced type of movie. Like,
you know, like you would see in college, or maybe what doctors
get to see." Sue was still talking slower than usual. Marissa
could feel the excitement in her voice.
"Well, no, I haven't."
"Would you like to?"
"Sure, but where?"
"This really is a secret conversation, right Mari?"
"Come on, Sue, we've been friends for too long. I won't
say a word. You know that. Now, what's going on? No more
stalling."
"I just had to be sure. My father would ground me until
I'm thirty. I found his tapes. The real stuff, Mari. Real sex.
People doing everything. Things even I never thought of."
"When did you see them?"
"What do you mean? I watch them all the time. Whenever
he's not home. He teaches night classes three times a week." Sue
paused. "Would you like to watch them with me?"
"When?"
"Well, today is Thursday, his long day. He has a four
o'clock start, and never comes home until after his night class
ends at nine-thirty. We could do our homework at the library, and
you could have a sandwich at my house...and then it's showtime!"
Marissa said, "I'll call my mom."
Time had never passed so slowly for Marissa. As the girls
did their assignments in the library, all she could think about
were the videos. Soon she would be seeing real sex. She watched
R-rated movies, and she knew how hot they got her. Thinking about
seeing absolutely everything was almost too much to bear. She
couldn't wait.
The girls got to Sue's house at 4:30, and, as expected,
Sue's father had already left.
"What kind of sandwich would you like, Mari?" Sue played
the polite hostess.
"Whatever is fastest, Sue." Marissa smiled as she said it
and both girls began giggling.
"Yeah, I'm hardly waiting to watch the videos, too," Sue
answered. Just thinking about it is getting me horny."
They made sandwiches and ate as though they were in a
contest, their sexual hunger far outweighing any need for food.
While Sue went to the study to get the videos, Marissa deposited
herself on the couch facing the TV. "Finally," was all she could
think.
Sue returned with several tapes. "My dad just got this
one in, Mari. It's a commercial video, not a scientific one. It's
called "Welcome to Dallas". What do you think, start here?"
"Oh come on Sue, quit wasting time. Put the thing on, I
can't wait any longer."
Sue put the tape in and fast-forewarded to the first
scene. A nice looking couple were sitting on a couch. It seemed
the guy was having problems satisfying his girlfriend, and the
girl was explaining to him how to give a woman oral sex.
The guy was conveniently slow on the uptake, and it soon became
apparent that a lesson was in order. The girl lifted up her skirt
and removed her panties. After a brief explanation, the guy began
to lick her clitoris.
Marissa couldn't believe it. The girl's clit was the same
size as her own. "What's the name of the actress?" she asked.
"Who cares?," Sue answered. But she checked the box
anyway. Her name is Holly Rider, why?"
"I'll tell you later, OK?"
"Sure," said Sue, and the two teenagers settled back and
began to watch the movie.
As the guy skinned back the girl's large clit and began
sucking the exposed glans, Marissa began to squirm with
excitement. This was better than she dared hope. As the guy began
to flick his tongue back and forth quickly over the tip, both
girls watched in quiet amazement, their sexual arousal growing as
each second passed.
Marissa became lost in the movie. The erotically charged
images exciting her beyond anything she'd felt before. She could
only imagine how great it must feel, having her clitoris sucked
like that. Holly's clit became her own, and the reptillian thing
at the back of her brain was in ecstasy.
The thing reached up and slowly, lovingly, rubbed its
claw in just the right place. That tasty sweet spot had grown
larger, and easier to find. Marissa was in horny teenage-girl
heaven.
She unconciously squeezed herself. The blood rushed to
her clitoris, making it swell ever further. She felt herself
opening, and could feel the wetness begin to seep out of her. She
never got this excited when she fantasized alone, no matter how
hot she tried to get herself. The visual images stimulated her
far greater than anything she had ever known.
Marissa looked at Sue, who was staring, trancelike, at
the screen. Sue was sitting in an overstuffed chair to her right.
She watched the flickering light on Sue's face, and the
expression of rapt concentration. Sue's forehead had become
shinier, and her nose, too. She kept licking her lips
unconsciously, but her expression never changed. Her shining eyes
were riveted on the screen.
Sue's nipples had always been sensitive. After she
reached puberty, she noticed that her nipples would get hard and
long, and little goose-bumps would form on them, whenever she
became sexually excited.
As Sue watched the girl's clit being gently sucked, she
could feel her nipples tightening and growing longer. They grazed
her shirt as she shifted in her seat, sending a rush of sexual
excitement streaming through her young body.
She brought her left leg up, casually placed her arm
between her legs, and pressed down on her clitoris. She knew that
teasing herself like this was hopeless, but she couldn't help
herself. She just had to get some relief somehow. Her reptile was
fully aroused, and its need was great.
Marissa had no way of knowing how excited Sue was, but
she sensed that she was extremely aroused. Marissa was now so hot
that she felt as though she had to either come, or go out of her
mind; she wanted to masturbate so bad it hurt.
Sue's reptile was in control now. It was bigger and
greedier than Mari's. And it knew so much more. It had found
Sue's spot. And it tasted so sweet.
It began licking the spot slowly, like a Cheshire cat,
and with each lick, Sue's clitoris throbbed harder, and pulsated
stronger, sending shivers through her abdomen and lower back, and
causing her to become so wet that she felt as though she was
sitting in a puddle. She continue to press on her clit with her
arm, exciting herself to near insanity. Normally, Sue would have
finished herself off long before this, but because Marissa was
there, she continued to watch the video much longer than usual,
and the longer she watched, the hotter she got.
It was the strongest sexual excitement Sue had ever felt.
And she needed to get off so bad, so, so bad. She was literally
aching for an orgasm. If Mari wasn't there, it would be easy.
Sue would stop the video, run into her room and change
into PJ's and her robe. Then she would walk back to the living
room, slowly, prolonging it, knowing it was going to be over too
quickly, anyway. She'd lay back down on the couch, take the
remote in her hand, and turn the tape back on.
Then she would pull her bottoms down, and watch the tape
again until she was so hot she couldn't stand it. That's when she
would start. First she would begin rubbing her whole pussy with
her right hand, running her fingers through her thick, wild
growth of pubic hair.
Then, with her left hand, she would part the lips, exposing her
clitoris. Slowly, with her right hand, using only the tips of her
fingers at first, she'd make little circles around her clitoris.
Then, when a scene that she wanted to get off on began,
she would start rubbing her clit through the hood, bringing
moisture up from her vagina, going faster and faster, bringing
herself ever closer to her orgasm.
In no time, she would get the sweet feeling followed too
soon by the contractions. Then it would be over. Sue would lie
there blissfully drained for several minutes. Then she'd return
the video to her father's study and do her homework, freed from
her immense horniness for another day.
Sue looked slowly over her left shoulder and saw Marissa
looking at her. "What do you thing of the video?", she asked.
"Are you kidding, I never saw anything like this",
Marissa answered. And then, "How does it make you feel, Sue?"
Sue thought for a few seconds. She was now so sexually
excited that her normal reserve disappeared.
"I think you know, Mari. I think you know that it's doing
to me what it's doing to you. It's making me horny, and it's
doing the same thing to you, isn't it?
Marissa was taken slightly aback by Sue's blatant
honesty. But they were best friends, and had been so for a long
time. This was no time to be coy. "You're right, Sue, I've never
been this hot in my life." She looked over at Sue to gage her
reaction.
"What would you normally do about it?" Sue had turned
away as she asked. The big question.
They'd never discussed this before. Marissa knew what Sue
wanted to hear, but she was too shy to say it. Marissa answered
with a question. "I dunno, what would you do?"
Sue thought for a second. Well, she was kind of the
leader, and had started this. And she just felt like telling
someone. She stopped the movie. "I would masturbate." Marissa saw
the color come to Sue's cheeks as she said it. "Do you do it too,
Mari?"
"Yeah, I do it," Marissa said quietly. She felt relieved
after verbalizing it.
"I've been doing it for two years," Sue said quickly, not
wanting the subject to drop. She never got to talk about this
with anyone. "How often do you do it?", she asked.
Marissa looked at her. "This is absolutely never going
to be repeated anywhere?" she asked. "I'd just die if anybody
found out."
Sue looked her in the eye. "You have my word. Plus, I'll
tell you the truth, too. I'm just worried that I'm doing it too
much, that's all. Now, how often do you do it?"
"I probably do it more than you do. I do it just about
every day," Marissa answered quickly, lowering her eyes. "How
about you?"
Sue took a few seconds to answer. "I do it the same as
you, only without the 'just'. I do it every day. I'm addicted,"
she added, coloring again.
"Yeah, me too," Marissa confessed. "I've tried to quit,
but I just can't help myself. Have you ever tried to quit, Sue?"
"Yeah, I used to try to quit. But I finally gave up.
Besides, not only is it not harmful, it's actually good to
relieve the tension. The tension is caused by hormones, so it's
perfectly natural. I read that in one of my dad's books."
Marissa began to laugh. "Maybe we should join the MA,"
she suggested.
"The what?" asked Sue.
"The MA. Masturbators Anonymous." Marissa laughed, and
Sue joined in, the tension gone.
Now that they had confessed their big secret to each
other, a new and stronger sense of intimacy was felt by both of
the teenagers. Suddenly, the last barriers were down.
"Put the movie back on, Sue. But go back to the part
where the guy was sucking Holly's clit. That scene drove me
crazy."
"Me, too," Sue said as she started rewinding. "I think
about boys doing that to me all the time when I get myself off."
Sue got up from the chair. "God, these jeans are tight. Would you
mind if I slipped them off? I usually watch TV in something more
comfortable."
"Mine are killing me, too, Marissa agreed. "If you don't
mind, I don't mind."
This time as they watched, lounging comfortably in their
panties, the girls had no worries about what the other was
thinking, and because of this, the movie had an even greater
effect on their libidos. As the guy sucked Holly's entire
clitoris into his mouth, the two teens' excitement reached an
unbearable level.
Marissa looked over at Sue, and was momentarily baffled
at what she saw. It appeared, in the changing light from the TV,
that Sue had some sort of small animal crawling about in her
panties.
As Marissa's eyes adjusted, it became apparent that Sue
had put her right thumb under her panties, and was now rubbing
herself while she watched the movie.
Mari then brought her right leg up and to the left, and
began to slowly rub her own clit, under her panties, with her
left index finger, feeling sure that her leg masked her finger's
movement.
As the movie continued, Marissa repeatedly shifted her
gaze from the TV to Sue. Watching Sue rub herself with her thumb,
eyes fixed on the screen, lips slightly parted, breathing quick
and shallow, was driving Marissa wild, and she increased the
tempo of her own finger.
Suddenly, Sue looked over at Marissa, and noticed, in an
instant, that she was also rubbing herself.
"Can't help yourself, huh?" Quipped Sue, trying to sound
cool.
"A, something like that," replied Marissa, startled.
Then she recovered her wits quickly. "And what were you doing
with your thumb in your panties, hitch-hiking?"
"What do you think?" Sue answered.
"Well, I don't thing you were hitch-hiking," Marissa
replied with a smile. "And maybe I shouldn't say anymore."
"No, it's OK, what are you thinking?"
"Well...look, were're both really best friends, and from
what we told each other, its pretty obvious what we both want to
do...need to do, anyway, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, instead of waiting until we're, you know, we're
alone...I mean, we were practically doing it anyway...and doing
it while watching is so hot...I mean, what do you think?"
Sue shut off the VCR, and got up. "I think I'll be right
back."
She returned in a minute with two towels, and handed one
to Marissa. Sue put hers on the chair, and sat down on it
without another word. She put the tape back on, lifted herself
up, peeled her panties down her legs, lifted her knees up, and
slid them off.
Dangling her panties on her index finger, Sue looked at
Marissa with a sly smile, and let the panties slip off of her
finger, and fall to the floor next to the overstuffed chair.
Now it was Marissa's turn. She copied Sue's movements
exactly, in a sort of ritualistic re-enactment of what Sue had
just done. She smiled back at Sue as her panties slid from her
finger, and they both knew that anything went from now on.
Sue rewound the tape a minute or so, and both of the
teenagers began watching again.
Out of the side of her eye, Marissa saw Sue's right hand
working slowly in her crotch, scratching and pulling her pubic
hair, squeezing her mound, while her left hand pulled her right
nipple under her shirt.
Marissa twirled a lock of pubic hair as she watched, and
then slowly began to rub her own luxuriously haired mound, which
sent shivers of pleasure through her body, and nourished her
beast as it grew in her brain.
As the guy sucked the girl's clitoris, and the girl
moaned with delight, Marissa's eager fingers found her own
clitoris, and she began to rub herself in light, quick strokes.
Her eyes shifted to Sue, who had squatted down in her
chair. Her hand was now moving back and forth rhythmically in her
lap, and Marissa realized that Sue was now masturbating for real,
going for her orgasm. That was all she needed to see.
Marissa couldn't take anymore. She dipped her first two
fingers into her dripping wet pussy, and, pulling back the hood,
lubricated her swollen clitoral glans, which had become so
sensitive she could barely touch it. She felt it pulsate when she
touched it, and a shiver of ecstasy ran through her loins.
Marissa began masturbating in earnest, rubbing the right
side of her clit as though she was alone, which in a way, she
was. Sue was so absorbed in her own solitary pleasure, getting
closer and closer to orgasm, that she cared about nothing except
the next moment that would bring her relief.
Out of the side of her eye, Marissa saw Sue's hand
picking up speed, and her hips began to pump, and Marissa knew
Sue was getting close. Marissa's own fingers were now flying over
her clit, her orgasm closing in fast upon her.
Suddenly, Sue shifted her weight onto her left arm, and
lifted her hips off the couch, as her flying fingers caused her
clitoris to catch fire and give her the strongest feeling she'd
ever felt.
The feeling, her hips and time all hung in midair for
several seconds, as Sue arched her back and grunted in grateful
release. As the contractions started, and the pleasure spread,
her hips pumped wildly,and she again grunted with every
contraction, over and over, as she squeezed out the greatest
release she had ever known.
Marissa looked over when she first heard Sue, and saw
that she was having her orgasm. Seeing her face screwed up in
pleasure, and listening to the animalistic sounds she was making
was all it took.
While Sue's hips danced in pleasure, Marissa started to
come. As the feeling gripped her, she also arched her back, her
expert fingers playing with her engorged clitoris for all they
were worth. "Oh, what a come!" she almost shouted , as the
contractions hit, and her own hips began to bounce.
As wave after wave of excrutiating pleasure ran through
her young body, Marissa's nervous system overloaded, and she
shook with each contraction, a veritable St. Vidus's Dance of
teenage sexual release. Finally it was over. The strongest and
most complete orgasm she ever had.
After her orgasm, Marissa couldn't move for several
minutes. She turned her head, and saw Sue splayed in her chair,
legs spread wide, pubic hair wet and glistening, looking more
dead than alive.
"What did you think?" "Marissa, what do you think?"...
"Are you alright Marissa?" It was Bob, sitting next to her in the
theater.
"Huh, wha...oh, Bob." It took her a few seconds to get
her bearings. "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just lost in thought.
Thinking about one of my classes."
"Wow, you scared me, I thought something was wrong."
Marissa would have loved to say, 'Actually, there is
something wrong. I'm so sexually excited right now that I am
sitting in a puddle, and going out of my mind with horniness.'
But all she said was, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a little tired
maybe."
"How about a soda," Bob asked, "The intermission lasts
for five minutes."
"That's very nice of you Bob," Marissa answered, "I'd
love one."
As Bob left for the sodas, Marissa was tempted to resume
her fantasy as she remembered how the evening with Sue continued.
But she thought better of it, deciding to save the rest of the
fantasy for later. She would use it to lull herself to sleep,
tonight. She hoped.
She told herself it would be a test. A trial by sexual
fire. She knew it would take all her strength to make it through
the night without masturbating.
End of Chapter 5
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