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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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