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Authors name: Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
Story title : The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 4 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 4
by Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
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 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 vagina. "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 downbelow 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.
"Uh....uh....uh....uh.....uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
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.
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