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Archive name: season01.txt (ff, teens)
Authors name: Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
Story title : The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 1 of 13
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Copyright © 1996 Linda B. - This story is written for
adults and involves a consensual relationship between
two older teen girls. If you are a teenager, we as
adults don't think that you should read this even
though you are sexually mature and probably have much
more sexual desire than we do, but we are merely
jealous of your sexual virility. Please leave us alone
to *fantasize* about being your age once again. I'm
sorry but you'll have to wait until you're at least 18
before you can have your own fantasies. Preferably you
should wait until you're at least 30 or older, that way
you can really have something to fantasize about: your
very own teenage years!
I would appreciate any *positive* feedback about this
story, including your feelings as you read the story.
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The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 1
by Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
It had been a week now since we moved in, but still I
was a stranger in my new home. My thoughts drifted back
again to the place I left behind like so many times
before. My old familiar friends, the school, the park.
It all faded in in and out of my mind as I watched the
small boats in the harbor bob gently up and down.
Oceans waves crashed ashore behind me, momentarily
silencing the playful screams of the children. The sun
was setting on the long days of summer, soon there
would be another school year starting. I would be the
"new" kid. That was something I didn't want to face. I
wanted to run away, back to my home. Back to a place
where people knew my name. A place where I didn't have
to "make" new friends. One where they had been made
long ago.
Now, this boardwalk was my only friend, my place of
refuge. But I was alone here. Until another long shadow
on the wood slowly merged with mine. She stood next to
me and watched out over the little cove, not saying a
word. Then the screeching of seagulls above made us
both jump.
"God did that scare me!" She broke the silence.
I turned to face her. "Yeah, it scared me too." It was
hard to face what I could only dream of looking like.
A face that was something out of a fashion magazine.
She seemed to glow in the warmth of the afternoon sun
with her blond hair blowing wildly in the ocean breeze.
I could only look with envy at a body that filled
perfectly every girl's dream. A thousand miles from my
mine, I desperately wanted it to go away. Did they all
look like this in California? Everyone from back home
seemed to think that way. I could only hope that they
were wrong.
Then came the words I dreaded to hear. "So....Are you
new here?"
"Umm...." I looked down almost in tears. "Yeah."
"I don't mean to be nosey... but I've noticed you been
coming here every day around the same time. I wanted
to get to know you. I know what it's like.... to be in
a new place."
There was no way to hold back the sobs and tears from
coming, they gushed out of me like a river. A hand
reached over and covered mine. "I'm really sorry, I
didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's Ok." I tried to snap out of it. "I really have
to go, my parents still have this thing about me being
out in the dark." It was hard to lie to her.
"Will you be back tomorrow?" She asked.
"Uh....OK." I smiled. The red sky was fading into
darkness as I slowly walked away.
"Oh, my name's Jenny. What's yours?"
I called back to her as I continued down the boardwalk.
"Sarah."
"See you tomorrow, Sarah."
Summers were long here, longer than summer vacations.
Only three weeks were left until school started, a
thought that haunted me throughout the next day.
I could see Jenny in a circle of people gathered on
the beach sand. She waved, motioning for me to come
over while I walked down the boardwalk. I shook my
head shyly. Why would they want to talk to me anyway?
She was just trying to be nice. She must be incredibly
popular, I thought. Every guy around would be trying
to get her attention while I would be ignored with
occasional small talk to make me feel included. That's
how it would work. No thanks.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see a figure
getting up and running over.
"Hi Sarah!" Jenny jumped up on the wooden deck. "Would
you like to meet some of my friends."
"Not right now." I answered. "I'm still having a really
hard time here."
Jenny looked into my eyes. "Can we talk about it? Hey,
you want to take a walk down the beach?"
I followed her out across the sand with the wind
blowing her long white dress. A white which contrasted
against a whole summer of suntan. My bare feet felt
like they were on fire when we finally reached the
water's edge. It was such a beautiful place, why
couldn't I enjoy it? I kept thinking about how left
out I felt.
"Where are you from?" Her voice was soft and yet
strong.
"Nebraska, from a really small farm town. Hey, I'm
sorry about not wanting to meet your friends, it's too
intimidating for me. Everyone here is so... well more
attractive than me." I looked down at the hard wet sand
as we walked.
She stopped, putting her hand under my chin. I couldn't
avoid her gaze. Those wild eyes of hers seemed to be
ablaze. "I think your pretty."
"Do you real-" The sudden roar of an incoming waved
drowned out my words. She grabbed my hand running and
pulled me away from the rising tide. Was it the warmth
I felt against the cold water surrounding me that
touched me so deeply? That made me feel so alive inside
and so full with feelings. Just as suddenly as she had
held me for that brief moment, her hand was gone,
leaving me with a sense that there was still so much
more.
We both sat down in sand, still out of breath with
laughter. The sun was now a half circle on the horizon.
Jenny held out her hand. "Can we be friends?"
"OK." Our handshake lingered on a little longer than
usual before I answered. "Do you really think I'm
pretty, or are you just trying to make me feel better?"
Jenny returned something between a smile and a frown.
Her look turned more serious when she spoke. "Of course
I was serious. You have a kind of special glow... like
a wholesomeness. It's hard to describe. I hope I'm not
embarrassing you or anything."
"It's funny, I don't mind being a little embarrassed
with you. I feel like I can trust you."
"Isn't that what friends are for?" She made little
circles in the sand with feet like she was writing
something. We moved toward each other slowly and
hugged. Those feelings welled up inside of me again
like a spring. Our bodies as one, I felt waves of
emotion pass between us. But it was too uncomfortable
for me to have those feelings with her, so I pulled
away ashamed. There was a look of understanding on
her face that told me everything was all right. I
needed someone to tell me I was all right. It was that
strange mixture of warm romantic feelings of love and
the shameful guilt of having them with another girl
that made me feel confused. What was wrong with me?
Or was there anything?
Jenny noticed my quietness as I stared out to sea.
"What's wrong, Sarah?"
"Oh, nothing..." I could tell that answer wasn't going
to work. "OK, this is really going to be hard."
Jenny reached out and gently held my trembling hand.
"It's OK. You cantrust me."
I knew she was right. "I...I have some feelings when
I'm with you, It's not like love or anything, don't
worry. It's probably because I'm so needy right now,
so insecure about fitting in with everyone, going to
school, it's just really har..." I broke into tears
again. "I'm really sorry Jenny...I don't mean to be
this way."
"Can I hold you?" She held her arms open and her eyes
seemed to beckon me.
I slid over into her enveloping embrace. It felt even
more wonderful in her arms crying like a baby. Through
my teary eyes I watched the last rays of sunlight
disappear into the waves as she slowly rocked me back
and forth. At last my tide of my tears had subsided.
"Jenny?" I whispered. "Do you have a lot of
boyfriends?"
She chuckled, throwing her long hair back. "They only
want one thing, to get into my pants, I'm tired of it.
There just seem so immature at our age. They don't
know anything about real love."
"Do you? ... Know about real love, I mean." I blushed.
"I know a few things, mostly self taught. But I'd like
to learn more. How about you?"
I stared up at the passing seagulls. "Yeah, I think
there's probably a lot to know. I've read a few things,
but that's about it." I knew there had been a lot of
changes going on over the last few years. Being a
teenager was really hard, I knew that. I felt so alone.
My parents, well they tried to help, but they didn't
really understand what I was going through. I just need
someone to help me find out who I am, I thought, while
the sky overhead slowly turned from blue to black.
There were new excuses why I needed to go. But mostly
I was just getting to uncomfortable. It was really
threatening to let someone get this close to me, not
just physically, but emotionally too. Jenny had broken
through some sort of barrier with me, I can't explain
it.
"Tomorrow?" asked Jenny.
I nodded, walking away into the twilight sand.
I hadn't told anyone about her. Not that there was a
lot of people to tell anyway. That would probably
spoil all those tender feelings I was having as I lay
in my bed thinking about Jenny. About how we would
meet again at the boardwalk again at the same time,
my special friend. My secret friend.
Another day had dawned with the light streaming in
through the window. I sat on the edge of my bed
contemplating the coming school year. The passing of
the seasons was always a sad time for me, especially
when summer turned to autumn. Like a sunset, it was
watching something you love go away. I had seen enough
of that when we had said goodbye to everything I had
ever known. It was easy for me to imagine my friends.
How they envied me because I was moving to a place
they could only dream of or watch on TV. And I had
shared that same excitement too. Now I would trade
places with any of them.
Then my thoughts found their way back to Jenny. Jenny.
My sweet memories of her still lingered as I rummaged
through my drawers in search of something to wear.
High above from my window, the view of the beach was
beautiful. Only a handful of people were there now to
walk their dogs or jog. Each day would bring fewer and
fewer of them to our little seaside town. Just another
way to say the summer was over I guess.
I never gave what I wore that much thought, but I
couldn't decide today. Was it because of her? I stirred
through my suitcase, still opened in the middle of the
floor. It was packed with warmer clothes like wool
skirts and sweaters. Remembering how cold it had been
last night, I put aside a skirt and matching sweater
for later. So what would Jenny think is pretty?
Probably nothing that would look good on me.
We dressed so differently. She to show off all that she
had and me to hide all that I didn't have. I would
spend most of this day as I had with others, sitting
around in my room. Time could only drag along with the
anxiety of my coming meeting with Jenny. I put on the
pleated wool skirt and a pretty white blouse with a
lace collar. Then a sweater with embroidered flowers
on it. The whole thing looked kind of preppie. Suddenly
I just didn't like any of my clothes and wished that
Jenny was here so I could just ask her to help me.
I could see her occupying my usual spot on the board-
walk as I approached. There was a big warm smile and a
wave when she saw me coming. Her raised hand shielded
the setting sun as she spoke. "Hi! Cute outfit." A
thumb went up.
"Thanks." I grinned, enjoying her attention. She was
wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans today with a
t-shirt. A sweater was draped over her shoulders with
sleeves tied together in front of her. We looked into
each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity.
"I was thinking we could go out to the end of the beach
and climb up on the rocks." Her finger pointed the way.
"It's low tide now."
We ran like the wind that blew the kites high up in the
afternoon sky, chasing the birds along the water's
edge. Water that no one dared swim in with it's bone
chilling cold and rocky undercurrents. I could see the
surf pounding the steep cliffs at the end of the beach
as we got closer. Jenny slowed down to a walk, allowing
me to catch up.
"Oh!" I gasped, out of breath. "It's so beautiful out
here and I love to explore new things."
"Shall we?" Jenny asked as she started climbing up the
rocks, turning back to offer me her hand. I knew it was
only an excuse when I told her I had problems
balancing. It was just that I really wanted to hold her
hand forever, it felt so wonderful. We found a nice
place to sit down nestled among the the jagged out-
croppings. Side by side we looked out at the setting
sun from our safe hideaway. Holding her hand any longer
would have been too revealing, but Jenny gazed into my
eyes softly to calm my fears.
"It's OK. Are you afraid?"
I lied down into her lap. "Yes, I'm afraid of my
feelings for you."
She smiled, slowly caressing my hair. "What are you
afraid will happen?"
"This is going to sound really funny, but...what if I,
well...fell in love or something, not that it's going
to happen or anything."
"Have you ever been in love before?" Her voice was so
gentle, so reassuring.
"Not like this. *No* I mean I haven't had *feelings*
quite like this. I feel so silly." We both started
giggling. Laughter poured from me as if there was no
end to it. Finally we stopped, making eye contact
again. Everything was so warm and safe with my head
tucked into Jenny's lap. The thought of having to leave
her saddened me. She bent down and kissed my forehead
tenderly. I shouted to her from inside to kiss me again
and again.
It took all the courage I had to pull her face back to
mine and guide her toward my lips. I closed my eyes as
we met, eager to embrace her lovely mouth. Intense
feelings bubbled up through me as our kiss lingered in
the warm afternoon light. But darkness was slowly
approaching our secluded hideout and staying much
longer would mean a treacherous climb back down in the
darkness. I felt torn between my longing to be close
to Jenny and our need to get back. We climbed back
down the rocks with the last rays of purple light
guiding our way. I could already see some of the
brighter stars when we said goodbye for another day.
"Would you like to come over tomorrow? I asked, afraid
of being rejected.
She answered enthusiastically. "I'd love too. Where do
you live anyway?"
I pointed out my house which was easy to see from where
we stood.
"Oh wow!" She beamed "You're *so* lucky! I live about
a mile from the beach."
"Why don't you come over at around ten." I suggested.
"Give me a call. My number is 5922."
With a wave she was gone, leaving me alone with my
chaotic thoughts and intense desire for her. My walk
back home was filled with a mixture of guilt, joy and
excitement. She's coming over tomorrow, I thought. I'm
going to be so nervous. My room's still a mess, what
will she think? I raced back the rest of way to get
things ready for Jenny's visit.
Mom barely had time to say hello as I sped up the
stairs to my room. I hid most of my clothes, afraid
of what Jenny might think of them. I felt really
foolish doing it. So far she had liked me the way I
was. I shouldn't have to change now. It didn't take
long to pick up the few things I had and make my room
presentable.
A light wind blew my curtains, tossing and turning with
me into the morning hours. It *did* feel like love.
Those wonderful warm feelings kept telling me. Why
couldn't I just admit it? But that would mean I was a
lesbian, wouldn't it? I couldn't understand why this
had to be so wrong when it felt so right.
The telephone's ring finally woke me. I glanced over
at the clock and panicked. 9:30! Oh my goodness! And
that's got to be Jenny calling. The phone stopped
ringing, mom or dad must have gotten it. I flew down
the stairs in my nightgown.
"Sarah?" Mom called over with her hand over the mouth-
piece. "There's a Jenny on the phone for you? New
friend?" She smiled.
I smiled back, skipping over to her. I was sure that
she could see how happy I was that my *special* friend
was on the phone. Little did she know just how special
Jenny was. Mom kept her waiting a little longer,
tightly covering up our conversation with her hand.
"I'm *so* glad you found a new friend, Sarah! I was
starting to get worried about you." She handed me the
phone and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi Jenny! It's so good to talk to you again. I really
miss you." Her voice sounded so sweet over the phone.
"I'm feeling so girly today. Think I should wear
something really pretty?"
That comment made me feel all weak inside, I couldn't
wait to see her. "Yes!" I answered. "I *love* pretty
clothes. I'll let you go so you can come over right
away. See you soon, Bye."
Now I was completely nervous. What was *I* going to
wear for her? In no time at all I found myself
searching through my clothes again. Mom always told
me that women dress for other women. She was right.
Would she help me if I asked her? I wondered.
My mother had a way of sensing when I needed her and
soon her head was sticking in through my open door,
just to see if I needed anything. She seemed almost
as excited as I did. I was afraid she might get
suspicious though. Wouldn't she wonder why I wanted
to look so nice for another girl?
"Mom, I feel really silly, but I don't know what to
wear. I hope you understand."
She nodded coming over to give me a hug. "It's Ok
honey. I'll help you. Now let's see... Let's find your
prettiest dress. You were planning on wearing a dress,
I hope."
"Yeah, yeah, mom." She was making me blush now.
Actually I avoiding wearing dresses because of my
underdeveloped figure. Suddenly I felt very self-
conscious. "You know, mom....I think I'm just going
to wear to some nice pants, OK? I'm afraid of over
doing it."
Mom knew what was going on, she always did. She dug up
some pants with a feminine print that looked good and
tossed them on my bed. I searched for the right blouse
to wear. I ended up with a plain looking light blue
one with a high collar. It was depressing. Until I
heard the doorbell ring. My mood instantly improved
as I stumbled down the stairs, practically knocking my
mother down in the process.
I felt my heart flutter when I open the door and saw
her. She was absolutely beautiful wearing a peach
colored sundress with a tiny flower print. Her hair
was in french braids accented by a flower on each side
and delicate heart shape gold earrings. I was surprised
to see that she had no shoes on, but with such pretty
feet, it would have been a shame. I stood there with
my mouth half open, gawking at her. I felt kind of
stupid when I realized it.
"Hi Jenny! You look so pretty!"
She blushed a little. "Thanks."
Then I introduced her. "Jenny, this is my mom. Mom
this is my new friend Jenny."
Mom had a big smile on her face. Jenny's gold bracelets
caught my eye when they shook hands. She was so glam-
orous, but not in a showy way. If there was any makeup
on her face it sure wasn't much, not that she needed
it anyway.
She was drawn to the window when we got upstairs to my
bedroom. "What a view! It must be so wonderful to wake
up to this everyday." I looked at her thinking how much
more wonderful it would be to wake up with her everyday
but I pushed those feelings away. The guilt had come
back. Had we really *kissed* each other just yesterday?
No, I thought, not even willing to admit it to myself.
And what about her feelings for me? How did I even know
she had them? She turned away from the window and gave
me a warm smile.
"I really like your dress, Jenny. I wish dresses looked
that good on me."
She tried to cheer me up. "I think you would look nice
in a dress. Would you mind if we picked something out
together?"
It would be so embarrassing to go through all of my
ugly clothes with her, I thought. Everything I had was
probably really out of style, but I wanted so much to
wear something pretty for her.
"OK," I blushed. "But please try not to laugh at my
clothes."
She hugged me sympathetically. "Sarah, I wouldn't do
anything to hurt you. I want you to know that."
Soon there were piles of clothes everywhere. Jenny
would make little comments about each piece we pulled
out of a drawer or my suitcase. Mostly positive, she
always found something nice to say about everything I
had. I could tell her favorites were going into a
separate pile.
"You have a lot of really cute things in here." Her
eyes lit up, pulling a dress off the stack of her
favorites. "This is *so* darling! I love these poofy
sleeves, they're very romantic." I liked the dress
too. It was a dark blue gown with a row of ruffles at
the hem line and a lace trimmed collar. I'd only wore
it once to a wedding.
"Can you model it for me?" She asked so nicely that I
couldn't refuse. Couldn't *resist* is a better way to
put it! She turned around while I put it on for the
surprise. I felt waves of warm feelings pass through
me as the satiny fabric slid over my body. It was
scary to admit it, but dressing up for Jenny was
definitely getting me excited. Especially knowing that
it was something that *she* had picked for me.
"Ok, you can look now." I announced, turning red in
anticipation.
Jenny clapped her hands together in approval running
over to me. "Oh! You are simply smashing in that dress.
Let's dance!"
Before I could object with my usual dancing excuses
she was waltzing me around my room in circles. "Just
follow my feet...one-two-three...one two three." I
tripped all over her, giving us both a bad case of
the giggles. And those wonderful tender feelings just
kept rising up inside me, making me feel so weak all
over. We both fell onto my bed with out of breath
laughter. Finally I caught my breath. I noticed her
adorable french braids again and had to complement
them. "Jenny, your hair is so pretty, can you teach
me how to do those braids some time?"
"Do you have a brush?" She asked, taking my hint.
I tried not to be too obvious when I ran over to my
dresser to find one. That mischievous smile of hers
told me that she knew. I could only hope she was
getting as turned on by this as much as I was.
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