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	I See Dying People
	By Kyros

	Seer Episode 1

	Codes for the whole episode (as used on storiesonline.net):
	mf ff Mult fant slow mag teen coll non-con caution mc les bi het
	group solo

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Part 5

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, pantyless 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 Alexandra 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?" Alexandra 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?"

Alexandra 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," Alexandra 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 Alexandra meant.
"I'd go with the dress."

"Well that's my problem," Alexandra 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 Alexandra 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 Alexandra 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 Alexandra 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 Alexandra, 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 Alexandra 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
Alexandra, and her, were female.  ''Or is this a college thing?''

"Did you see any of the others?" Alexandra 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.

Some people were sitting on the terrace, mostly smokers, too caught up
in discussion to step back into the house between smokes, despite the
angry mosquitoes.  There was also a group of people trying to play
croquet on the lawn.  The night was falling quickly and there was no
good light part from the porch light, and that didn't illuminate much of
the lawn though.

"Anyone we know out here," Melissa smiled to Alexandra who blushed
lightly and shook her head.

"No, not that I know of, but wait till they notice you and come telling
me how nice it was since last whatever and I'll remember that I actually
have met them before."  She took a deep breath.

"I'll dress down next time," Melissa offered.

Alexandra laughed.  "No don't worry, I like being with the most
beautiful woman on the party."

"That's just male hormones."

Alexandra looked at her with a crocked eyebrow.

"Okay," Melissa confessed, "some not so male hormone too."

"I think you're very beautiful," Alexandra said.  She was thankful that
she could hide her blushing face in the darkness.  "And I don't have any
male hormones to blame.  Or at least," she looked down at her chest.  "I
don't think so.  Maybe there could be an explanation there?"

Melissa laughed, but she swallowed her laugh quickly.  "I think you're
just full of the right kind of hormones, and you shouldn't use
guy-measure to value your femininity you know?"

"Guy-measure?"

"Yeah, boob size, there's more to it than that.  Anyone with a little
experience knows this, and why would you wanna go for an inexperienced
idiot when you could have so much more fun with someone that knows how
to treat you right?"

"Are we talking about someone fifteen years older than me now?"

"Not necessarily," Melissa replied as her eyes sparkled into
Alexandra's.

"Hey, you're in psych. 101, huh?" they were both startled by a female
voice and when they turned around Melissa immediately recognized Gail,
the TA from her psychology class.

Suddenly Melissa stumbled.  The tingle and buzzing had barely begun
before there was a flash of light in her head and she was in the middle
of a vision.  She was staring into Gail's eyes still, and she felt an
awkward pain in the back of her head.

"Do it!" Gail hissed in the vision.  "Lick!"

Melissa looked down.  She saw someone's well-toned belly and right in
front of her eyes were a clean-shaven pussy.  There was a small tattoo
of a serpent just above and to the left of the engorged clit.

She gasped and suddenly the vision was gone, and the terrace was back
again.  This time she had been gone for just fraction of a second.  She
looked down.  She still held her glass in her hand.  ''That's unusual.''

"Hi, Gail," Melissa smiled and took the blonde's hand as she offered it.
  ''Will she be forcing me to eat another woman out?  Or will she force
someone else?  Or was that her pussy?  Or was it even consensual?''
Melissa had to bite down around a chuckle as she imagined asking Gail if
she had a serpent tattooed between her legs as a conversation opener.

"I'm Melissa and this is Alexandra.  However, you may very well have met
Alexandra before.  She seems to know everyone on this party."

Alexandra blushed at that.

"No, I've not had the pleasure," Gail said and took Alexandra hand.
"I'm Gail."

"Nice to meet you," Alexandra said and blushed again.

''That woman really knows how to change colors,'' Melissa thought and
looked past Gail.  She realized Dawn had just entered the terrace.
Remembering the glance Dawn had given Gail on the lecture Melissa
decided to delay the impact between the two women a little while.
''Besides, I need to figure Gail out.''

"Excuse me," she mumbled.  "I just need to... be right back."

She left Alexandra and Gail while hoping it wasn't a too bad thing to
do, and that they would be okay with it.

"Hello," she said as she stopped in front of Dawn.  "I thought you
weren't going to show."

"I'm here," Dawn said with a polite smile as her eyes scanned the crowd
on the back porch.

Melissa got a feeling she was actively trying to search Gail out and
coming to that conclusion she took Dawn by her arm.  "Let's get a
drink," she smiled and pulled her along.

"Your friends run out on you, or what?" Dawn smiled.  There was no
malice in her voice.

"Nope," Melissa smiled back.  "I'm running out on them."

"You are?"

"Call it a social experiment.  I'm leaving my roommate with this
gorgeous blond, trying to see if something will happen between them."

"Acting procuress for your friends, huh?"

Melissa laughed but finally had to nod.  "Why not?"

-----

Philip was sitting at a table by the dance floor, as usual, lost in his
own thoughts.  He mainly went to these kinds of things because it gave
him a false feeling of having a social life.  Around him some of his
friends were having a heated debate about object-oriented programming.

"No!" Gary, one of the guys around the table, said and slammed his palm
into the tabletop, he was always fond of making noises and even Philip
jumped.  "You're wrong, dead wrong!"

"Listen," Pete said with a soothing voice.  "If you want to pack objects
into other objects you need them all to inherit the same abstract
class."

"That's not true," Gary insisted.  "You don't need that."  When Pete
didn't seem to understand Gary added.  "Take Java's collection classes
for instance, you pack objects in other objects but you don't have to
inherit anything."

The discussion raged back and forth until finally they did as they
usually did.

"Philip," Gary pleaded, "tell him I'm right?"

"Yeah," Eddie mumbled.  "Please make it stop, anyway you see fit."

"No," Philip said.  "You don't need to inherit from anything, you have
the collections like Pete said.  And, yes, you need to inherit... the
collections work because all objects ''automatically'' inherit from the
Object class."

"Yeah, but I need to be able to do stuff with the classes too."

"Like?"

"Well, the project is about a pricing system and there is to be several
pricing strategies, and they are supposed to be composite, what the hell
ever that means, so, I read in this book, they needed to inherit the
same class."

Philip thought for a moment.  "Yeah, he finally said," Gary shot a
triumphant grin at Pete at that.  "I can see why you want to use the
composite pattern here."

"What is that?"

"Well, as you said, one abstract class or interface is inherited by the
other classes you want to use, your pricing strategies for instance, and
then you have a container class that inherits the abstract class or the
interface and aggregates that same class or interface."

Gary sighed and looked at his beer.  "Can we discuss this tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Eddie said.  "You're scaring the women."

Susan gave him a punch in the arm at that.  "Hey," she protested.  "I'm
not scared, or, like you, intimidated."

"That's cause you too are a computer geek," Kaitlyn said.

"Unlike you, miss biology," Susan replied.

"I need to take a leak," Philip said and got up.  "Be right back."

He cleared a path through the mass of people now mingling in the
fraternity house.  Somehow he suspected if a fire engineer would see the
room he would kick half of the people in it out.

''Maybe I should call the fire brigade,'' he thought with a frown as he
was standing in the line outside the restrooms.  The number of rest
rooms was definitely not in correspondence with the number of people
crammed into the large house.

"Can't wait to get in there, huh?" a female voice said behind him.  When
Philip turned he looked into a pair of sparkling blue eyes placed in the
most beautiful face he had ever seen.  ''Where are all the other guys?''
he thought as she smiled and took his hand.  "Catherine."

"Uh, Philip.  Yeah I didn't kinda expect this," he said and motioned to
the queue.

"You know," she said with a mischievous grin.  "There is a garden out
back, you can always squat behind a bush."

"What?  No I just need to take a ... need to... uh, yeah I guess you
can..."

"If you promise to keep a look out," Catherine smiled and took his hand
again.  Philip's heart almost stopped at that.  "I'll do just that."
She pulled him along towards the back entrance.

-----

At first Alexandra found Gail quite dull.  The other woman was just
standing there, staring out into the darkness, not saying a word.  Just
as Alexandra had come up with an excuse to leave, Gail smiled at her and
started a conversation.

Just a minute into the conversation Alexandra was mesmerized and it was
impossible for her to catch a word of what Gail said.  ''My God, she
thought, how could I miss how incredibly hot this woman is?''  "Yeah,"
she agreed to something Gail had said and leaned closer to her.  She
placed her hand on her upper arm and laughed.  Their eyes were into each
other all the time.

"Are you coming on to me?" Gail suddenly asked.

Alexandra decided to be bold.  "If I was?"

Gail smiled.  "Then you would find out what college students think about
two kissing women."

"Okay," Alexandra mumbled leaning even closer to Gail.  Their faces were
just inches apart now.

"You're ready to come out today?"

"I can always say I was drunk if I get cold feet," Alexandra replied
just before their lips met in a soft first kiss.

The kiss lasted for almost a minute.

"Jesus," Alexandra gasped as they came up for air.  "You're an angel!"

"Nope," Gail smiled.  "No Jesus, no God, no angel."  She leaned close to
Dawn's ear, licking it and sending a thrill of sensations through the
redhead's body before whispering, "but if you let me escort you out of
here we can go look for all three."

Alexandra was suddenly serious and she placed her hand on Gail's
shoulder, pushing her away a bit.  "I just want you to know," she
mumbled.  "I've never..."

Gail just laughed and pecked Alexandra's mouth.  "I have."  She bit her
lower lip.  "Gorgeous."

"Who," Alexandra twitched, "me?"

"You are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen," Gail said and nibbled
Alexandra's neck just below her jaw line.  "And I want to fuck you till
you scream and see starts falling from the sky."

"Take me out of here now," Alexandra replied with a choked gasp.

-----

Dawn was sipping her drink watching Melissa over the rim of her glass.
Her eyes shimmered for a short second before she swallowed.

"This blond experiment you're conducting," she said to Melissa.

"Yeah?"

"Is it turning out well?"

"I'll have to get back to you on that."

Dawn suddenly noticed Gail in the mass of people at the door.

"Fuck!" she cursed and got on her feet.  Gail was leaving.  When she saw
the slender redhead Gail was pulling behind her she felt her heart
stopping in her chest.  ''Are they planning on turning her?''

"Is everything okay?" Melissa asked and looked in the direction of
Dawn's stare.  "Hey," she exclaimed as she recognized Alexandra and
Gail.  "That's my girl leaving there and I'd say the experiment went
very well."

"You wanted them to hook up?" Dawn asked, her eyes suddenly shooting
poisonous arrows.  "Why?  What do you know about Gail?"

"Why?"

"Are you cooperating with her?"  She leaned close to Melissa, sniffing
her.  Melissa felt her knees going weak but she was unsure if it was
from fright of Dawn's strange behavior or because being sniffed on was
actually quite erotic.

"What's going on here?" asked Melissa.

"We don't have time," Dawn hissed and pulled her along.

Melissa tried to resist but she realized the other woman was quite
strong and she would just end up looking silly.  Besides, being dragged
outside by Dawn could result in something interesting.

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