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Melissa was fifteen when she heard the voices the first time. School had ended early this day and she was at home with the whole house to herself. She was lying on her bed, her jeans and panties pushed down to her knees and the index and long finger of her right hand pressed against her soft skin, just above the hood to her clit. She slowly moved the hand back and forth, making the skin of her whole sex move.
Melissa had discovered masturbation about three years before. She used to lie on her bed and do her homework. Then as she started to get drowsy -- homework always made her bored, then drowsy... then she started to think of other stuff instead -- her hands would wander and before she knew it she would be playing with her breasts. Her breasts had always been sensitive and once she started touching them it didn't took long before she would feel a thrill going through her body. Soon after she had be getting wet and itchy between her legs.
However, it wasn't by touching her breasts she had discovered self-pleasure. She was always too busy to visit the restroom when she had to, and so she would squeeze her thighs together or even cross her legs to try and get some extra minutes before she just had to go. As it would happen, the crossing and squeezing sometimes made the need to visit the toilet dissipate and made room for other kinds of sensations. Soon after the squeezing and crossing occurred even when she didn't had to visit the restroom.
One night she was lying on her belly, on her bed, talking on the phone. During this whole conversation she was rolling her legs from side to side by moving her feet. At first it would be slow moves but as time passed and the conversation slid over to the everlasting subject of boys, her feet would move faster and this caused her thighs to shake and grind towards each other.
The phone conversation ended, but Melissa kept squeezing her thighs, just lying down, and enjoying the feeling of tense expectation. What she was expecting she didn't know at the time.
When mom told her it was time to go to bed, she brushed her teeth, changed into her nightie and was back in bed in no time. She continued squeezing her thighs, this time under the comforter. It was a hot summer night and even with an open window the heat in her bed was unbearable and she soon had to stop. She rolled over on her back, parted her legs and pulled her knees up. She lifted the duvet and tried to get some cold air under it by flapping it.
Hot or not, she was still feeling the urgent sensations flowing like small rivers of fire from her pussy and nipples, and soon she was once more squeezing her thighs together. The new angle proved to be much better but as she started to get carried away she had to stop again; she was too scared someone would hear her thighs slapping together.
She tried to calm down. She tried to keep her legs from moving but the need was urgent and it wouldn't go away. She slapped her legs together a couple of more times, just to enjoy the feeling a last time before she would stop, but when she wanted to stop she couldn't and finally she forced one leg over the other, grinding her legs together. For the first time in her life she felt how she wanted to groan with pleasure.
The sensation of her whole crotch being squeezed and caressed between her legs was so intense she wouldn't have been able to stop even if she wanted to. A couple of more grinds were all that was needed until she experienced her first orgasm.
It was nothing compared to what her body was capable of but it was enough to enrapture Melissa in a stupor of lust. She didn't even think about it consciously and suddenly she realized her hands were in her panties on top of her pussy. How had that happened? I'm masturbating! The thought made her mind reel. I'm not THAT... that thing called MASTURBATOR.
She almost managed to pull her hands away, but her libido was in total control and all she did was pushing her panties down past her knees. The second time she touched herself she hesitated for a long while, her fingers playing just under the waist of her panties she reached further down.
The mere contact made her shake, her skin grew goose bumps, and her nipples were standing. Anticipation made it ten times better. She closed her eyes and tried to control her rapid panting.
She reeled at how wet and slick she was. Her juices were everywhere. Her thighs were covered in it, and the smooth folds deep between her thighs felt so slippery she couldn't have stopped sliding her fingers back and forth even if she would have wanted to.
If someone, her mother or sister, or even both, had interrupted her then she wouldn't have been able to stop. She was too lost in her own passion to even care about anybody or anything else than the growing waves of pleasure cascading over her in heave after breathtaking heave.
Finally it happened. She started to come. Even if she struggled hard to keep silent she didn't manage more than suppressing the screams into small whimpering whines deep in her throat, but in her head she was howling. Her body tensed, she pushed her back into an arch from her neck to her toes, resting on her toes with her legs bent.
The pleasure passed and she fell back on the bed, but she didn't stop rubbing and it only took another thirty seconds before she climaxed again. This time she had to bite down on her pillow and several muffled cries escaped her while her body was jerking wildly and her legs were moving, sliding the soles of her feet over the sheets as if she wanted to push herself up until her head would hit the headboard.
By now she was too scared to continue; what if she died while having this intense pleasure? What if her mother found her, panty less with her hand between her legs? She retrieved her panties, curled into a ball, and pulled the duvet up to her neck before a deep, satisfied sleep caught up with her.
Three years after her debut as a masturbator all this came to change drastically. It was early one afternoon. She had the house to her self; mom and Liz weren't due in another two hours at least. She was lying on her bed, stroking her pussy with slow, delicious moves. Climax was just moments away and she tried to prolong the vibrating thrill of ecstasy just another couple of moments. Then she heard a whisper just by her ear.
She stopped touching herself immediately, sitting in the bed and looking around, trying to see where the voice came from. Her room was empty and when she listened the apartment was still silent.
After a while she continued stroking herself. She was really hot this afternoon and time was moving fast so she soon rolled from side to side once more, just seconds away from coming. Then suddenly she heard it again. It started out as a whisper. This was definitely not something in her room. It was in her head!
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" the voice whispered. "Faster, Indigo! Faster!"
With each new stroke it grew exponentially until her head was full of a roaring choir of voices. The increase was so sudden it made her bolt to upright. She stared frantically around her.
Nothing.
Then suddenly she heard a chorus of voices. They were stretched out, cutting into each other. "... doooo iiiit... toooouch yoooour cuuuunt... taaaaste yoooour puuuussy..."
She removed her fingers. She was shaking. "What the hell is going on?" she breathed.
Then a single voice broke through the murmur of the voices. "I crave the taste of you!"
"No!" Melissa's voice trembled. "What do you want? What do you want?"
The voices didn't return that afternoon, and when the night came, Melissa was scared to death to fall asleep. What if she would hear the voices in her sleep? She finally fell asleep half sitting, half lying in her bed.
When Melissa came back from the shower she found Alex in front of her closet, anxiously trying to pick out a dress. She raised her eyebrow at that and as she dried her hair she tried to think of something to say. She thought she knew quite well what was going on.
"Someone special?" she asked.
"What?" Alex said and gave her an almost scared glance. "No," she said. "You mean a boy?"
"I mean a boy," Melissa smiled and started brushing her hair. "Let me guess?"
"Uh, guess?"
"He's blond, he never seems to notice you or anyone else... and he's 'asocial.' Oh, and being a book addict doesn't make him misplaced in a college... how good am I doing so far?"
Alex stared at Melissa in disbelief for another full second. "Philip?!" she cried and started to laugh hysterically. "No! You... oh god! Melissa... no!" She had to sit down on her bed to calm her laughter and when she finally managed she continued, still chuckling, "no, Philip and I have been friends since second grade. I couldn't think of him like that... He's like a kid brother."
"But there is someone?"
"What? No! No one."
"Come on, a girl doesn't go through that much anguish over a dress unless she has a reason to."
"Well," Alex said blushing. "There may be someone... you know, that just comes by and gives me that glance, and stops to talk to me and... well if... he does, I need to look my best, right?"
"Umhm," Melissa said and she thought she knew what Alex meant. "I'd go with the dress."
"Well that's my problem," Alex mumbled. "The dress really calls for a female body to fill it and I don't have that."
Melissa gave the dress another evaluating look. "It doesn't look too large. Try it on."
"I know it's not too large, it's just... It will make it apparent."
"What?"
"That I hardly look like a woman."
"So, you want to dress in a smoking and try to catch a guy that way? Or... maybe you wanna catch a girl?" Melissa was saying that with a glint of humor in her eyes but it still made Alex look shocked.
"What? No!"
"Then go with the dress. It brings out your femininity."
"You think so?"
"Yes I do, and further more, I think you are a gorgeous... I... mean... very beautiful woman."
"Thank you."
"I mean that." She gave Alex a peck on her cheek before she turned to her own wardrobe. "I need to get dressed too or we'll be late."
"Don't worry. They don't have a start time for these things, no ending time either."
The back to campus party was held in a fraternity house north of Moon River College's Liberty wing. and as Melissa and Alex got there it turned out they were just two among hundreds. Melissa had been to quite a number of parties in her life but she had never been to one where she, or actually Alex, knew so many people. It reflected well on Moon River College that so many people seemed to know her friend even though she hardly was a social butterfly.
It didn't occur to Melissa that maybe there was a portion of the people coming up for a talk that did this just to get a closer look at her. Not until Alex feathered herself with her hand feigning exhaustion and commented that going to the party with Melissa was like bringing sugar to a beehive.
Melissa knew she was beautiful, and it happened that people turned around on the street to glance an extra time in her direction, but she always figured that to be testosterone overflow. Now she had to reevaluate that assumption; a considerable number of people talking to Alex, and her, were female. Or is this a college thing?
"Did you see any of the others?" Alex asked while they were standing in the improvised bar to get a drink.
"Not yet," Melissa replied.
"I hope they can make it."
"The night is young, I'm sure they'll turn up."
They moved from the large living room out to the back of the house where they found a terrace leading down to the small but well kept garden.
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