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Passing of Seasons
"The Wait Will Be Worth It" Copyright © 2008
Copyright © 2008
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Summary: In the ALL NEW 3rd episode of 'Passing of Seasons', soaked to the bone after the walk home from the beach, a warm bubble bath awaits the two new friends. Fortunately, Sarah's parents are indeed gone till all hours of the night, and the two feel the freedom to explore this newfound desire for each others touch. Sarah begins the bubble bath with a little teasing of her friend. Jenny then takes her turn teasing Sarah, something that both find they enjoy immensely. Later, Sarah gets the chance to experience, for the first time, just how much the girls she is in with loves her in return.
Original Airdate: July 2, 2008 @ 9:30 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW ' Poison')
Story Codes: ff
I playfully rolled over on my side and held Jenny's shoulders. "It was kind of scary, like I was falling through a tunnel into another world. And I could see you fading away into the darkness. It was so beautiful but so frightening at the same time. Do you know what I mean?"
That smile she flashed at me had "understanding" writ- ten all over it. "It *is* frightening to be completely out of control and yet so freeing. It's like being out of your body...like your floating on a cloud or some- thing."
"Wow! That's *exactly* what I was thinking, it felt like I escaped from my body! Like I could fly." I was so excited about her having the same thoughts as me. "Mom always says that when you're really *really* close to someone you often think about things at the same time as the other person.
I could really feel your pain when your boyfriend came to the beach today. I wanted so much to protect you and hold you, it made me very sad."
She put her hand under my chin. "Thanks. It was really hard for me too. Especially leaving you. I know exactly what you mean about being sensitive. Sometimes I feel like I have a big antenna on my head, you know? It's like I can pick up all these feelings out there. It gets overwhelming when I feel really sensitive. Her fingers now traced the outlines of my nose and cheeks and eyes. So gently. So tenderly.
"So!" I jumped up to a sitting position. "What are you thinking about right now?"
She contemplated the question briefly. "I was just thinking about how much I simply *adore* having you play with my hair."
"I was thinking the exact same thing!"
"Were you really?" Her look of disbelief told me she knew better.
I braced myself for her certain retaliation. "Well... as soon as you mentioned it...yes." I couldn't hold back the laughter.
Next thing you know we were wrestling around in the bed like two playful kittens. How did she find my ticklish spots so quickly? There was only one possible answer. She had the same ones! My fingers jammed into her sides to find out. We rolled around on the bed tickling each other and laughing so hard we were both in tears. When we finally stopped, it was hard to tell which hurt more. My chest from all that laughing or my poor rib cage. I pulled her out of bed by the hand.
"Where are we going?" She asked enthusiastically.
The hairbrush I waved in front of her should have been answer enough. "I never finished doing your hair," I explained just in case there was any doubt. She sat down in the chair again throwing that beautiful hair back, folding her hands neatly into her lap.
I pushed the brush through her hair slowly. "What in the *world* have you been doing with your hair? I have to start all over again! Look at this mess!" Jenny watched me in the mirror shaking my head at her and laughed. She probably figured out by now that I had *other* plans for her. Plans that included the usual dose of teasing along with something a bit more serious. She'd have to wait to find out.
Her hair was going to get lots of brushing for starters. We'd just have to go from there. I worked my way through her silky tresses, stroking them over and over until every strand was shiny and beautiful.
"Ok, I want you bend forward all the way, I think I'm going to put your hair up *really* pretty," I instructed, pushing her head down to make sure she understood exactly what I wanted. Her long hair hung down like soft curtain while I brushed it up over her head. She would have to be complimented. "You have *such* nice hair. MMMMMM! So touchably *soft* and *pretty*! And, of course *very* kissable!" I decided that the back of her neck should be rewarded with a jackpot of kisses. "You're *so* pretty right here... and here...and here...and *here*!" Each spot got it's own kiss.
"Purrrrrrrrr" She blushed.
My hand slid up the back of her neck gathering up every hair tightly into a knot on the top of her head. Her bangs were combed and a clip with a big velvet bow added the finishing touch. She was so prim and proper looking with her hair like this. I found myself getting more and more turned on as we went along. "There!" I admired while turning her head from side to side so she could see in the mirror. "You need to relax more, there's too much resistance when I move your head around." I spoke with my "you better be obedient" voice. She nodded submissively.
That was reason enough to continue moving her moving her head around to random positions until she could learn to be more passive. Jenny was a fast learner and soon her head was limp in my hands as I gently massaged her neck and shoulders.
Some of the shorter hairs on the back of her neck had slid away from their bondage. They didn't get far.
"These *naughty* hairs keep trying to get away!" I teased, pushing them back up and watching fall again. "I'm going to have to kiss *everyone* that trys to escape! Oh, There goes one right now!" And, as you could probably guess, lots of little kissies were soon to follow. I was somehow getting this feeling that *maybe* this just *might* be turning on Jenny. But then, one can never be sure, can one? Better to keep going then take *any* chances!
"Doesn't all that exposed skin on your neck and shoulders make you feel so soft and pretty all over?" I asked, kissing the little nook between her neck and shoulders gently.
She started to squirm uncomfortably in the chair. "You're making me cold, stop that!" My face was now getting squeezed between the side of Jenny's chin and her shoulder.
That only made me dig in a little deeper. "Ooooooh, what a *pathetically*... *poor* thing you are!" The sarcasm was thick. "MMM-MMM-MMM! I'm coming down with a *major* crush on your shoulders! I love the way your bones are so delicate right here." My finger traced around her dainty collar bone on one side while I made out with the other side. By the way she was giggling and slithering around in her seat I could tell that she was getting *really* excited by all this. But then, how could I blame her? Especially when I was feeling so delightfully *moist* myself!
Jenny lips pressed against my ear, kissing loudly. "Oh my, don't we smell just darling! I just *love* that perfume on you." The sniffing continued, making me blush.
"Well *sweetie*...seeing how *your* perfume smells so nice on *me*, I was thinking...that perhaps we could try some of *mine* on *you*." I looked at the pretty bottles under the mirror while I spoke.
"Can I smell first to see if I like it?"
The answer was a nonchalant "no". After all, she afforded *me* no such luxury. And she was advised that there had better not be *any* complaining either... "or else"! Naturally, she would have to be teased first, I simply could not resist. I went through my perfumes one by one saying things like "Maybe we should try this one on her?" Then: "No, I don't think so." And: "Ooooh this one is *so* feminine!" But: "Maybe something else."
I stood at the mirror smiling at her reflection as I held up a bottle and pulled out the stopper. It was beautiful crystal with a lid that looked like angel's wings.
"Isn't this a pretty bottle?" I gushed. "Just *wait* to you smell it! You'll feel even *prettier*!" A wave of the intensely floral fragrance hit me, making me swoon. I walked slowly toward her swishing my hips in sexy, elaborated motions.
I walked around in back of Jennifer and whispered into her ear, "Now close your eyes and relax, my sweet flower. Now let's see how much you learned from our last lesson. Do you remember that? I believe it was called 'how to be a completely passive female prisoner' or something like that!"
A nod and a chuckle told me we were ready for lesson 2. I picked up her hand, finding it surprisingly limp. Into it went the perfume bottle, my fingers enclosing hers. The other hand was opened up and its forefinger pushed around the opening of the bottle in little circles. I worked Jenny's hands and arms like a puppet guiding her every movement.
The perfume was tipped onto her forefinger and raised to her neck where it was gently rubbed in. Grabbing her hair by the velvet bow, I pulled back, stretching out her long neck. Another wave of intoxicating smell sent warm tingles through me. With her hair out of the way, there was so much bare skin to perfume together.
"Oh! That smells *so* romantic." Purred Jenny. "It makes me feel so girly inside."
I kissed behind her ear, whispering in. "That's why there's an angel's wings on the bottle. Your my beautiful angel, now you have wings to fly too!"
"I sure *feel* like i'm in heaven." She added. "Is it French?"
"Oui, Oui! It's...it's...parfum, right?" My French was a little rusty.
Jenny played the teacher. "Good! Now is it masculine or feminine?"
The student laughed at the question. "It's *very* feminine if you ask me!"
She shook her head indicating I was wrong. "It's *le* parfum. Sorry, but the French think it's masculine... but what do *they* know?"
"My French teacher taught me an easy way to remember the feminine nouns. She said that everything beautiful is feminine. But I guess le parfum is an exception, huh?
Jenny gazed into my eyes. "You're not...an exception. You're beautiful *and* feminine."
I sure *felt* feminine listening to her make me blush like that. The soft flannel rubbed against my erect nipples and suddenly the outside of me felt almost as warm and fuzzy as the inside. Then my hand wandered down the front of her nighty, stopping at her breasts.
"I just *love* how *soft* this cotton flannel feels don't you?" The palm of my hand slowly rubbing circles around those protruding nipples.
"From the outside or the inside?" She teased, pulling my hands under her clothes.
I took her by the hand over to my bed. I think she knew what she was going to get now! I sat up against the wall and pulled her into my lap. Then with two belts that were laying around I fastened our legs together.
"Now you can see how strong my legs are." I bragged as I pulled her legs apart with mine. A quiet moan oozed from Jenny's lips. Was she enjoying this? I would have to guess, she was so quiet laying back in my arms. The whole room smelled like the most heavenly flower garden, it made me feel weak at the knees again.
I pulled her head back, draped her neck over my shoulder, and rubbed her nipples some more. I would slowly pull them out further and further, then let go. The whole process was repeated over and over again until I'm sure she was wondering if I was *ever* going to stop. Of course, I would, my hands still had some *other* chores to take of.
Jenny confessed, "I feel so helpless like this, so... wonderfully helpless." Maybe it was that extra bit of outward pressure that I had just put on her legs that made her feel that way. Or maybe it was my hand that slowly was making it's way to toward her pussy. What- ever it was, she had to have known what was coming next, judging by the soft moans coming from her.
I slid my fingers deeply into Jenny's pubic curls making her legs jerk inwardly against mine. I parted them as far as I could, pulling and teasing those delicious curls. Even the slightest pull would make her twitch. To me, that meant she would be getting a *lot* more of *that* before we were done! I had to tell her how cute her little curls were down there and how they would just have to be combed out to be even *cuter*. Some nonsense was mumbled about the comb tickling her. But did that stop me? ... How did you guess?
Meanwhile, my other hand was working her nipples, twisting, turning, pulling, and stretching. All the necessary ingredients for a soaking wet pussy. Of *course* that would need to be checked right away to see how she was progressing.
"Ooooooh!" Gasped Jenny, rocking back and forth while my finger inched its way into her pussy. "I love to be touched by you like this."
It was no surprise to feel how slippery and soft she felt inside. How inviting.
"Feels like *somebody* is getting all ready for *something*!" I observed. "Don't you just *love* being *prepared*?!"
"For what?" Grinned Jenny. Acting like she didn't *know* what was in store for her. Right! Did she expect me to believe something like that? No way! "Now where's that little clitty hiding?" I taunted. You are so nice and *wet* for me. Now how did *that* happen? Tell me *now*!"
She let out a few giggles before I started getting serious with her clitty. "There it is!" I rolled it around with circular movements making Jenny buckle against me helplessly, her hips moving with my penetrating finger. I could hear her panting faster and faster as I massaged her clitoris gently while kissing her neck and exposed ears. "Your little *clitty* keeps trying to get away! That silly thing, it always hides in the same spot!"
"Sarah, I feel like I'm flying. Oh, it's so wonderful. Please don't stop...ever."
Uh-huh! How did she know what I was planning to do with her? I wondered. Ok, eventually she would be allowed to have an orgasm, but her teasing wasn't nearly completed. It was time for her first break and boy did I get to listen to more whining! I was being *so* mean! I was told. Terrible! And could that *poor* neglected little clitty have *immediate* attention? Clamping down on her breasts gave her something else to think about and the complaints faded quickly into moans when her nipples got a little "adjustment" done to them.
I was again enchanted by Jenny's beautiful long neck and delicate ears. MMMMMMM! The way those almost invisible light colored hairs hung down below her ears. And how sweetly they were adorned with those tiny golden hearts that danced whenever she moved her head. If I was developing an ear fetish, I would know who to blame. I just *had* to make out with that darling ear, the way it was just sitting there in front of me, asking to be kissed.
"I love your ears Jenny." I whispered in. "And don't they look fancy with those pretty earrings!" (More kissing). "Does your neck need some kissies too?" With all those goosebumps? The answer to *that* question was clear. (*Lots* more kissing!) Then back to that adorable ear. I just couldn't leave it alone! My tongue slid in under her earlobe, licking and sucking it, earring and all. Jenny's head was squirming now, not that it did her any good. Where did she think she was going anyway?
"I *just* checked my schedule, Jenny. It looks like it's time for your clitty massage appointment! Isn't that *so* exciting! This is going to be so much fu... un!"
"That just gave me another wave of warm shivers." She admitted foolishly.
My hand moved slowly down the front of her body, making little circles the whole way. Acting like it was going straight for her vagina, then backtracking just when its destination was becoming obvious. I wanted her to have plenty of time to think about her fate. And, just when she was probably thinking nothing was *ever* going to happen, I took her by surprise by abruptly inserting three fingers into her. No time was wasted finding her clitoris which was rolled around between the three fingers as if they were playing catch with it.
Jenny was now twitching and jerking in little spasms. Out of control. Her face looked like she was gone, in some other world. My beautiful angel had flown away.
Little "I love yous" were softly whispered into Jenny's ear while her clitoris was entertained by my finger- tips. An "I *lo....ve* you", a little massage, then stop. Another "I lo....e you", more rubbing, then stop again. And so on and so on. I could feel her moving closer and closer to climaxing with every rub, squirming a wee bit more, panting slightly faster, holding me a little tighter.
Jenny's angelic face was so beautiful to watch. Looking at her made my insides feel like warm putty as the waves of emotion washed over me. Suddenly she came back to life, opening her eyes widely.
I had all I could do to hold her in place when she climaxed, the bed felt like roller coaster going up and down. I thought her fingers were going to put holes in my legs where she was holding on. The movements slowly came to a stop. Both my arms were around her now holding tight, gently rocking my sweetheart Jenny. "I love you Jennifer" I whispered.
Moments of silence passed before she spoke. "Wow, what happened?"
"If I had to guess, I'd say you *probably* had an orgasm."
"Thanks for telling me." I detected a note of sarcasm watching her eyes roll upward briefly before closing again. "And *what* an orgasm! That was *the* most intense orgasm I've ever had! My whole body is tingling with warm sensations!"
Our lips met in a deeply passionate kiss as we held each other, cut short by the ringing telephone. I think Jenny was too weak to move so I had to leave her behind.
It was mom letting me know that she and dad had a *wee bit* too much to drink and would be staying over night, only if it were OK with me of course. What were they going to do if I said no? Drive home anyway? Mom was able to twist my arm and convince me that it was OK, I didn't want to make it *too* hard for her!
Wait a minute, I thought. It's only 10:30 and they're too drunk *already*! What are they going to be like at 2:30 when they've finally had enough? No wonder they're calling me at 10:30. The first thing that came into my mind was Jenny. Not that she ever left it the first place. It was probably too late for her to call home and get permission to stay over but I would have to ask her.
I stuck my head into the bedroom doorway. "Jenny, are you awake?" A weak nod. "That was my mom. My parents aren't coming home until tomorrow night. It's 10:30. Do you think it's too late to ask your parents if it's OK to stay over?"
"They probably don't care, but I'll call them." Jenny rolled out of bed and eased herself onto the floor like she was sick or something. The evening's fun was beginning to catch up with me as well. Suddenly I noticed how completely exhausted I was both physically and emotionally.
The sound of Jenny's footsteps on the stairs seemed to fade in and out like there was wind blowing in my ears. I snuggled up under my cozy down comforter, chasing away the chills that snuck up on me. I struggled to stay awake, but when Jenny returned, she found me out like a light. Sometime in the middle of that night I woke to feel Jenny's hand gently holding mine. Such a wonderful feeling it was to be so in love with her, and cry softly those tears of joy.