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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== Marissa's Promise Copyright 1997 Jonathan Dzoba Reposted by permission of the author. WARNING: This work of fiction is sexually explicit and is not to be read by individuals under the age of 18. =========== Marissa's Promise By Jonathan Dzoba jondz@ix.netcom.com The first day was ok. I came home, did my homework, got supper ready, and went out to the garden. By the time mom came home, I was knee deep in begonias. "What's for supper?" she asked, balancing three or four books as she reached for the door. I got up to help her. "Spaghetti," I said. "Sounds good," she said as I opened the door for her. "Be right in," I told her. I scraped the dirt off my knees and went inside to dish out supper for both of us. We talked a little, and she didn't say anything about Jonathan, so I didn't bring it up either. But he was on my mind after dinner. I'd suddenly realized I hadn't made love that day. I was so used to it. Him taking me home, making love to me every day before mom came home. She didn't like the idea of it, but couldn't stop us, either. We'd talked about it and she told me she wished I wouldn't. I told her I felt really in love with Jonathan and he felt the same about me. We were planning our lives around each other. But I knew mom was hurt when Ellen, my older sister, had eloped with her boyfriend before she even finished high school. Mom knew I wasn't going to do that. That I wanted college. Still, she was afraid. I was determined, however, to make the time while Jonathan was away on vacation for two weeks a happy time between us. So I suggested we play some scrabble. Mom smiled. She liked it when we did things together like that. And so did I. Besides, it would keep my mind off Jonathan. Bedtime came soon enough, and when I crawled in I wished, as I always did, that Jonathan were there to keep me warm, to hold me in his arms. I always thought of him at bedtime. The lovemaking we would do after school would be satisfying, but I longed for him to be near me all through the night. And I know he did too. I said a little prayer for him and went to sleep. I had finished the garden by the third day and was sitting on the couch reading my history book. It was the couch where Jonathan and I usually made love in the afternoons. The book was boring and my mind began to wander. I had made love here so many times, my thoughts just naturally swam in that direction. And before I was really aware of it, my hand had moved to the center of my shorts. They just rested there, really. But I began to move my fingers lightly over the top of myself. I tried to read the book. My concentration drifted. I turned a page. Half a page done. Two pages. I wondered about what life was like a century before. I wondered what I would be like. Then Jonathan. As soon as I thought of him my hand slid down my leg to rest in between. It moved by itself over me as I imagined Jonathan in a Civil War soldier's uniform. I rubbed gently. With a sword. My fingers pressed softly downwards. A very big sword. I smiled and took my hand away. "Now this is just what you promised not to do," I scolded myself. I remembered our discussion just before he had left. "Now what are you going to do without me in the afternoons?" I asked him, playing idly with and speaking to his soft cock. "That's pretty obvious," Jonathan replied as if responding for his deflated and happy genitals. "So you're just going to have to take care of yourself for a while, aren't you?" I smiled. "Yup," he nodded. "I guess so. I doubt I'll find any ravishing beauties in New Jersey within two weeks who'll do what you do so well," he chided. I smiled at his compliment. And then an idea hit me. Would he do it? "How about a little deal?" I suggested. "???" he looked. "You don't touch or take care of yourself and I won't touch or take care of myself while you're gone. Then when we get back together it'll be like two match books lighting together!" I grinned. "Wow! You must have a lot of will power. I don't think my hormones will permit my mind that much control." "Ohhh but imagine how hot and nice it'll be when we do it," I teased. "C'mon, let's try." He hesitated. I pleaded. He acquiesced. And now I was paying the price I didn't think I'd have any problem paying. So I turned back to my history book with renewed vigor and kept at it until suppertime. I had just taken a shower and was sitting on the bed in just a towel combing my hair. It was near to ten o'clock. As the brush went through my long hair and I worked the small knots out I thought of him again. How much he loved my shoulder length brown hair. He played with it constantly while I sucked him. I could feel his hands tug gently at it and knew he was letting it slip through his fingers like sand. I loved the feel of his soft hardness in my mouth. He had taught me just the single most sensitive spot on the underside of his cock to attack. And I had learned to hold him deep in my mouth so that I could use the back part of my tongue across it. He always came this way first. Being young he could easily get hard twice more. And he always sucked me as soon as I finished him. It was our ritual order in lovemaking. First kissing and teasing, then oral satisfaction, then lovemaking. All this went through my mind before I realized I was daydreaming about him in a sexual way again. I sighed and kept brushing, trying to remove him sexually from my mind and just think about him in other ways. I loved his sense of humor. I loved his moustache. His handsome face. His strong arms. How he would hold me...sigh...and there I was again, back in his embrace. "This is getting tough," I told myself. I managed to concentrate on getting ready for school the next day. I said good night to him when I crawled into bed. I thought of him once and then thought about school and tomorrow's math test. So it went until day six, when Julie came over. She was a girl down the block that I'd sort of grown up with, although she was much older than I. Or at least so it seemed. She was a junior in college. Still, four years is a long time when you're young. I knew something must be up since I didn't see much of her these days. Sure enough, she had had a tiff with her boyfriend and just wanted someone to talk about it to. "So he just got up and left, huh?" I said. "Yup. Didn't say a word. I was so pissed I let him go and got a taxi home. Boy, I've never been so mad at anyone in my whole life!", she fumed. "If I ever see him again, I'll...I'll..," she stammered at a loss for words. "You'll stammer him to death!", I finished. She laughed. We talked. About college. About her friends. About me and Jonathan. I don't know why, but I told her what we were doing. "Ho ho! Sounds pretty risque," she taunted. "Yeah, well, you have to do these things once in a while just to keep the interest at home plate," I laughed. "I'm sure he's not the type to wander around. You shouldn't have to worry about that. He's more in love with you than anyone I've ever seen with anyone else. You're real lucky," she told me. "Yes, and I plan to keep it that way," I replied. "But now you're getting horny too, huh. Didn't think you would?" "I really didn't think so. He and I make love so much. Every day. I thought I'd never miss it, but I do. I think I miss him just being close. But as soon as I think about him being close I want him," I sighed. "Well don't feel TOO bad. At least you'll have him back in two weeks. I'm not going to have anybody after last night. And good riddance," she added for emphasis. "Well maybe we can call each other for support. You know, kind of like Sex Anonymous," I laughed. "Yeah. This hereby brings to a close the first meeting of the Jackson Street Chapter of Sex Anonymous," Julie said, banging her fist like a gavel. It was over the weekend that mom and I kept busy normally together, so I had little chance to miss Jonathan during the day. But Saturday night was also normally our date night, and without him around to take in a movie or go to the beach with, it was a dreary feeling day. I looked forward to being with him on Saturday. On Sunday the night seemed to drag on endlessly. I had never been a big tv fan and I wasn't reading any good books lately. I went to my room early. Mom said goodnight. There wasn't anything to do there either. I brushed my hair. I read a little school work. I took some notes. I thought at last of writing to him. I hadn't a clue where to send it, and couldn't find out, since everyone in his family was away with him. But it would give me the chance both to talk to him and think about him and still not be too sexy. So I dug out my favorite stationary and began. "My Dearest Jonathan, You have no idea how much I miss you. I dream of you every night. I wish you were here right now so I could give you a big hug and kiss...." I pulled my knees up so I could hold the book underneath the letter paper. "...But I've been a good girl and have managed to keep to our agreement thus far. But it's been pretty tough. A lot tougher than I thought it would be, too. I guess your charms are more than I can live without, my dear. So be aware that you a have a presence that I am glad I cannot get rid of in my heart." I had said it very well and so moved on to other matters less important and more useful to the task of keeping my mind sequestered. I told him about school. I told him about the garden. I told him about the weather turning suddenly cold. I felt suddenly chilled writing about the cold. "I wish you were here by me in bed right now to keep me warm. I'd suck you and love you so well." I hadn't meant to write that last sentence. But once I'd read it back, I began losing control of the pen. "I can feel your hard cock rising in my hand, it's rigid desires reaching out towards me even as your hands do." I was excited! I had never ever written anything like that before and it felt exhilerating! I began writing more quickly, holding my breath at first, then suddenly breathing faster. "Your hands, touching me, exciting me, finally exposing me to the detail of your inspection. Oh, Jonathan how I long for your lips to seek mine and embed them with your kisses. How I need your touch against my breasts and further below. Kiss me there, too." I couldn't help myself. My hand slid from holding the pen, dropping it and finding it's way underneath the covers to my panties. It crept underneath them and explored through the hairs of my mound to find my clitoris. It was dry, but I quickly wet it from further below. The book slid in my lap and I ignored it. My fingers leapt speedily over my slightly wet clitoris. My eyes shut. My fingers concentrated on their task. The letter fell from my lap. And when it did, I remembered the first paragraph and had to stop. I had to reread to find my place. "...Kiss me there, too," it said. I continued. "...For I need you my darling and never forget that. But I must stop now before I lose all control and break our pact. I'm so horny and waiting for you. Love, Your Marissa." I had to put the letter down at the side of my bed on the night stand. I turned slowly back to my pillow and cried, thinking how lucky I was to have my Jonathan. Monday brought school and relief. A few friends asked about him. They didn't know he was on vacation. It reminded me of him, and I smiled in happiness. I went on without thinking about it since it was better if I didn't think of him at all. That night I got a call. It was from him! I was so suprised and overjoyed I could hardly stand it. We talked for almost half an hour. I knew that was kind of long, and eventually my mom came by and gave me the neck sign to kill the long distance call. I sniffed and hung up. Then I immediately called Julie. "Sex Anonymous call," I said as soon as she answered. She laughed. "Backsliding, eh?" "He just called. Really it's not now, though, that I'm in trouble. I really should've called you last night.". I told her about the letter. "Hmmm. That's one letter I'd like to read. Maybe I could see what it is you do to keep him so interested," she said. "It won't be two weeks before you get another boyfriend and you know it," I told her. "Puh-lease. Not this time. I've had it with men for at least a month." I laughed. "So you'd better find yourself a girlfriend to get cozy with for a while, huh?" I could hear her laughing. "Now there's something I hadn't thought of." "Could be a whole new lifestyle," I added. "Worth investigating," she said. "But do I still qualify for benefits under the Jackson Street Chapter of SA?" "Always. We're non-denominational," I assured her. "And of course you're willing to be the test partner, I presume, as your boyfriend is also currently not available," she tested. I was taken aback for a second and didn't know what to say. "Uhhhh," I stammered. "Play by the rules. You dared me," she coached. "Julie!", I pleaded. "I'll be right over.". Click. The knock on my bedroom door wasn't unexpected, but it certainly caused a little alarm to run through my body and mind. "Come on in," I said, knowing it was her. Julie practically barged in: that was her style. "So where's this letter. I gotta read this one," she said, searching half heartedly around the room. I leaned over to the nightstand and took it out of the drawer and handed it to her. She plunked down on the edge of the bed and read it. "Whew! Pretty hot. So how come you didn't send it?" "Oh, I don't know. Too embarassed, I guess. Plus I don't know where he is," I replied, continuing to work on my nails. It was something I did even though Jonathan hated makeup and nails with polish. I did it when he wasn't around. I never colored them, but I kept them nice looking and not at all long. "Embarassed? You can write this and not be embarassed in the first place? So what about it? What are we going to do about our sex lives?" "I don't know about you but mine is going pretty well as it is. It's just on hold, that's all." She snuck closer to me on the bed and let her hand run slowly over the side of my thigh. "You're sure of that, of course. Mine is not doing so well here lately, as you know." She and I had known each other for a long time and her actions didn't go unnoticed by me. But I felt perfectly safe and comfortable with her, so I let her continue without response. Her fingers traced lightly over my leg, going up and down the side and then finally to the tops of my thighs. "Are you trying to turn me on or something?" I asked. "I'm trying to make you break your promise, if that's what you mean." "Oh, and how are you going to do that?" I asked. Julie let her hand go even further up my leg, ignoring my nightgown and going straight for my panties. "Ve haff vays..," she said in a stern, mock German accent. "Now stop! I've got a hard enough time without you playing games here," I scolded, pushing her hand away. Julie took her hand away. "Jeez, and I thought I was gonna have a little fun tonight," she pouted cutely. I looked at her. I thought she might actually be serious about wanting to mess around with me. "Are you serious?" I puzzled. "Well you're boyfriend's not here and neither is mine, so I thought this would be a great time to come on to you a little bit. I've always been meaning to. I hope this doesn't shock you out of your skull." I had to think for a few seconds. "Well I never thought about it. With you, I mean. But you've thought about it with me? Really? Since when?". I was curious. "Since mostly always, I guess. I didn't think you were ever interested so I never did anything. Plus I had my boyfriends. You're not into it at all, huh?" "No, I mean, yes, or I don't know. Or all of the above. Julie, this is a suprise. I don't know what to say." "Say you'll always love me," she grinned. I laughed. I felt closer to her emotionally then than I ever had. "So? Do I get a little kiss, or not?" she teased, her hand going back over my leg. I hesitated. Her hand played gently on my leg and it felt good. "I suppose..." She leaned over towards me and I closed my eyes. She kissed me slightly, then more before we released. I felt a littel tingle and kind of forgot about my promise. "That wasn't so bad," I whispered. "So let's do it a few more times. For practice," she said. She lay down beside me. I leaned over her and after we got my hair off to the sides of her face, I lowered my head and we kissed once again. I liked having her soft lips against mine. My hand moved naturally to her side. She reached out and held my shoulder, then slipped her hand down my side to my hip. I didn't have much on, just my nightgown and panties. Her hand raised havoc on my skin, smoothing over my legs and up to the middle of them, creating feelings I'd been trying to avoid down below for over a week. I pulled away from our kiss. "Julie...wait. I can't..." She stopped and just lay there, waiting for my explanation. "It's not that. It's not what you think it is. I know I could make love to you right now. But I promised Jonathan I'd wait for him." "Silly, you didn't say I couldn't take care of you. Just you," she smiled. "That's not fair," I said. "You know I want you real bad right now, so don't take advantage of me." She looked sooo disappointed. "You and I have got to get together next week. I promise," I said emphatically, reaching out to hold her hand and squeezing it gently. "Ok," she said, seeking my lips for one last kiss. "Thanks for understanding." "Understanding what?" I asked. "About my wanting you. I'm glad you didn't schiz out or anything, that's all," she said shyly. "Ohhhhhhh! I WISH I hadn't made that promise! I'd take all your clothes off and devour you right now!", I said, and kissed her passionately. When we seperated we were out of breath and ready to reach for one another. I bit my lip and pushed her away from me towards the edge of the bed. "Get out of here! Right now!", I said laughingly. She slid off the side of the bed and rolled onto her feet. "See you next week," she said quietly. She turned to go and took two steps, then ran back to me and put her hand right between my legs, rubbing frantically for a few seconds. "Bye," she said, and ran out of the room. My pussy was now excited once again and I wanted sooo badly to place my hand there and bring myself to a delicious orgasm. It took all I had to squeeze my eyes shut and wait until the excitement faded to a bearable level. I dreamt about her that night. Here it was only Tuesday and I was starting to look at other guys. I was partly ashamed of myself, but when the cat's away... So it was kind of an interesting day, looking at all those guys I'd wondered about but never did anything about because Jonathan and I were going steady. I caught myself daydreaming more than once in physics class and math. While I was in English, though, I got an idea. I had written a letter longhand, as is the way I usually do when I write letters. Jonathan was into computers more than I was. I had one, but didn't use it very much. He had shown me one day how he sometimes wrote letters to me on the computer when we couldn't get together. I was shocked, since I had never seen them or known about them. He said it was just for fun. For fantasy. Well, I thought, this is the perfect time for a fantasy lover. The rest of the day at school flew by. I was home and on the computer before anything else registered in my mind. I'm not sure what I was thinking, but somehow I thought that writing about sex would take my mind off of it: that I could pour all my horniness into the keyboard and drain myself of it by writing. So off I started, not knowing where to start. I spent five minutes staring at the screen. And then I just dove in and started babbling away, making up whatever came to mind. It wasn't long before I'd forgotten all about sex, because the first part of my story was about me meeting some guy who was so handsome I couldn't believe he was interested in me. He took me to a carnival on our first date and we had a great time. Then to dinner and a movie the next weekend. A nice romantic comedy, just like I love. He held my hand and kissed me good night one kiss. It was like falling in love all over again. I had to stop. I'd been at it for nearly half an hour straight and my fingers were cramping. When I stopped I realized how right I had been. This was much better! I could get my mind off sex and onto romance! And so the story progressed until I decided it was time for him to get serious about me. Then the hard part began. I worried about writing anything too sexually explicit at first, then threw caution to the wind and began writing my heart, or pussy, out. It got pretty explicit and I began to realize that this was making me even hornier than I had been before. But it was a different, more exciting horny, because it wasn't for a real person like my Jonathan. No, this was for some non-existant lover whom I could disregard at any time while writing. Still, I had to admit that overall, while writing the really sensual lovemaking parts, I got wet. As it came to the beginning of the climax I couldn't help myself. Once again I was writing more and more quickly. It came out in a rush, just like a real orgasm, and when it was through I had to stop. I sat there, rereading the last few sentences, and my hand slid down to my white cotton shorts. They found the spot I knew they would and I began to rub myself while reading and rereading the orgasm in text in front of me. I was picturing him, my fantasy lover and my hand pressed harder into my shorts. Finally I could take no more and slid my hand underneath them. I was so excited my eyes began to close and my fingers slid quietly over my completely wet clitoris. I was masturbating furiously when the phone rang. I nearly died, it scared me so much. I was ready to come any second and here, in all likelyhood, was some asshole trying to sell me something. I pulled my hand from inside my shorts and stormed out of my room towards the kitchen where the phone was. "Yeah! Who is it?" I nearly shouted into the phone. It was Mom. I shuddered with some mixture of unbelievable annoyance and sexual frustration as she calmly asked me what I was planning for supper. "I hadn't really thought about it, Mother," I said with a heavy sigh. "Well, Bill called and asked me out, so could you just make something for yourself and I'll see you late tonight, ok?" she said. "Yeah, sure. Have a good time," I said, trying to be more cheerful and hoping she did and got laid. That thought made me laugh to myself. I just couldn't picture my own mom getting laid no matter how hard I tried. Especially after having met some of the guys she went out with. When I got back to the computer, it was still sitting there waiting for me. The story was missing an ending. I struggle to think up more to say. What do you say after an orgasm? I sat staring at the screen for a short time and then wrote some totally meaningless ending. I fell back onto my bed and realized I had no homework. This was going to be tough. The phone rang again. It was Julie. She wanted to come over. I said yes. "So how's it going?" Julie asked. "How's what going?" I retorted. "You know, with the sex thing," she crooned. "Don't ask. I thought I had it all solved," I said, pointing to the computer. Julie walked over to it and began to read what I'd written. "Hey, not bad! So did it help any? Or did it just make you worse off?" she giggled. "Worse off. But it sure was fun!", I smiled. "Hmmm. Guess I'll have to try it. Did Jonathan teach you that?" "Yeah. This is my first story though. Never did it before." "I liked it. It was ok. I liked the guy a lot. Anybody we know?" "Complete fantasy, of course. How could anyone be that good," I remarked. "Not even Jonathan, huh? Losing your taste for him already? Ready for me?" she teased, sneaking over to me and tickling my side. I cringed and maneuvered away from her grasp. "Now don't start again," I told her. "I'm in really bad shape right now." "Ooooh. So I can take advantage of you pretty easily then, eh?" she said quietly, placing her arms completely around me on the bed. I just about died with the wonderful feel of it. My eyes shut as her hands crept round to the front of my shorts and started floating gently over my mound. "Julie..," I softly whimpered helplessly. "Ummmm. I like the feel of your soft body in my arms, Marissa. Won't you let me rub you?" she said, matching her actions to her words and pressing her fingers harder into me. My body ached for her to bring me release and I couldn't stop her. Her fingers pressed deeper into me, rubbing harder and my hips began to move involuntarily with her motions. "Julie..," I whispered. "Yes my love, I want you so much now. Please..," was all she said before her hands came back up quickly to the top edge of my shorts, and, pulling them up with one hand, slid the other underneath. I was totally helpless to her advances. I felt her hand slide over the hairs of my mound and then felt her fingers hit the naked wetness of my pussy. I leaned back hard into her body and she accepted me, giving me support while her hands dwelled underneath my panties. My eyes shut and I was about to let her do this to me. My best friend. The thought of it being her excited me that much more. I liked her. Always had. Now she was about to love me gently. Her fingertips slid over my demanding clitoris, setting it aflame. My eyes nailed shut...and she pulled her hand from me. "Now don't forget to write about this to dear old Jonathan. It'll turn him on for sure," she said in a perfectly normal tone of voice, letting me fall back onto the bed as she withdrew from behind me. "Bye." And she was gone. I didn't have any control at that point. I screamed. I was so shocked that she'd teased me that way. Brought me SO close to the edge and then just left! I lay on the bed for a good twenty minutes wondering if I should kill her now or wait till next week. I flipped onto my stomach to keep my hands out of my pussy, slammed the pillow over my head and tried to fall asleep despite the frustration and tension my body was feeling. I vowed on Wednesday not to talk to another living soul until Jonathan showed up on Saturday. And then I was going to fuck his brains out! Needless to say I was annoyed and frustrated. Everyone in school seemed to guess my mood and steered clear of me till Friday. By then I had said something nice to someone by accident and cooled down a little. Julie KNEW better than to call again. Friday seemed like it was an endless day. I was just waiting for Jonathan to call Friday night to let me know when they got in. School was interminable. Supper took forever. Finally, finally, at nine thirty the phone rang and I knew it was for me. "I won't be in until Saturday afternoon earliest," he said. "What! How come? Where are you?" I said with just a tiny bit of demand in my voice. He caught it. "Still on our way. We decided to stay the night in North Carolina rather than drive straight through. Sorry about that sweetheart," he apologized sweetly. "I miss you too, you know. But I'll be there tomorrow." "You'd better be. You have no idea what I've been through here. Julie's been over here teasing me and I tried to write a story and..," I sighed, knowing he had no clue as to what I was talking about. "What?" was all he could say. "Never mind. Just be ready when you get here, that's all. I need you so bad I could bite nails," I said, finally laughing a little at myself. "And I miss you and love you too." We talked for about five minutes. After we hung up, I went straight to my room and started planning the next day. He wouldn't be there in the morning. Could I get rid of mom for the afternoon? Would she go for it? I got up and went to her bedroom. She was reading. It was obvious when I asked. "I'm sure I can find some shopping to do. And visit Mr. Templeton. He might even offer dinner," she smiled. "Perhaps even a movie?" I suggested slyly. Mom smiled. "Perhaps. I'll call and let you know." Well, that cleared out Saturday, I thought as I went back to my room. Now what could I plan for my dear Jonathan? The End =========== Marissa's Promise By Jonathan Dzoba -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----