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Authors name: Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
Story title : The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 7 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 7
by Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
My mother was so efficient at reducing me to the lowest
life form on earth. I really don't know how she does it
or why, but when she does, I completely freeze up in-
side. Unable to think or act in a rational manner, I
become her ugly portrayal of myself. I even start to
believe she's right after a while and behave according-
ly. It was little wonder why most of my time was spent
away from her.
A warm sunny rock had become my chair. From there I
could watch the waves roll ashore, listen to the gulls
calling overhead and feel the chill that told of the
coming season. Just sitting there made my depression
start to lift away like the breeze that blew in from
the ocean.
How could I be getting tired of a place like this? It
was so beautiful.
You need friends to be happy, I concluded. Not that it
was some major discovery or anything, having lots of
friends was just something I was accustomed to. At
least Jenny did have other friends which was more than
I could say for myself. Maybe our friendship was really
hurting me, giving me an excuse for my shyness, making
it all too easy for me to hide away.
There wasn't much to do, whittling away at the few
remaining days before school started. I didn't feel
like doing anything or meeting anyone, just being with
Jennifer.
I could see her sun lit hair flying around in the
breeze as she walked toward me. Even at a distance I
could recognize her, feel her warmth inside of me.
Somehow, nothing else seemed to matter now, only
Jenny. Her smile made me feel lighter as I watched her
coming closer. There was a part of me that still wanted
to look sad and hurt for Jenny. No doubt she would try
to cheer to me up if I was.
Jenny ran over as soon as she noticed me. "Mind if I
join you?"
The rock was small, but I gladly slid over to make
room for my friend. Remember, I told myself holding
back a smile, you're sad and hurt. Well, it *was* true.
She picked up a stick and starting drawing little
hearts in the sand, flushing out a small cloud of
flies from their home in the seaweed. Tiny legs
appeared from the bottom of a shell and carried it
slowly across the sand. It stopped just a few inches
from Jenny's stick.
"That's a hermit crab." She informed me. "When they
get scared they climb back inside their shell. As soon
as it's safe, it'll come out again. Watch."
After a few minutes the shell rocked back and forth a
few times, then continued it's journey across the sand.
Jenny reached into her purse. "I've got something that
will make you feel better."
I was still too sad and hurt to talk, but perhaps there
was something she could do to make me feel better. It
was worth a try.
When I saw the hairbrush in her hand and that cute
little giggle of hers, I couldn't hold back from
smiling. The feeling of Jenny's hands on my shoulders,
gently rotating me into position, was just enough to
get the blood flowing to all those excitable areas of
my body.
My silence was broken. "Just so you know, my hair is
*incredibly* available ...for brushing."
Jenny laughed, pushing the brush through my hair. "Is
it... available to for a date? How...about to be in
love...is it available for that?"
I didn't bother to hesitate with my answer, "it's
available for *some* kind of sex, I think."
The brushing continued, occasionally interrupted by
Jenny's fingers petting my hair. "I love the soft
feeling of hair across my nipples, have you ever felt
that?" Was she talking to me? She must have been
judging by my rapidly weakening state.
"No." I blushed. "But the idea sounds nice. And of
course my nipples *are* very friendly, which I *think*
you remember."
She remembered all right. How could she possibly
forget how much I enjoyed having my nipples sucked,
twisted and pulled in and out of shape. When she
*demanded* to know how sensitive they were? It should
have been quite clear at that point that they were
*very* sensitive. I was again reminded of that as they
brushed the inside of my blouse, making them even
harder still.
The brush stopped half way through my waist length
hair. "Oh god!" Scowled Jenny. "Here comes 'lover
boy'."
I shuttered, already feeling embarrassed. "Your old
boyfriend?"
When I turned my head to look, Jenny's hand forcefully
repositioned it. Then I felt the brush again. It was
obvious at that point: She was planning on brushing my
hair right in front of him! Oh no!
"Jenny?" I whispered, not knowing how close he was.
"I think this is embarrassing me? But I'm getting
*really* turned on too?" Hopefully she understood.
But there was no answer, just the static sound of a
brush clinging slowly through hair. Inside me, the
messages were a bit more mixed: "Tell her to stop."
... "No, tell her *not* to stop." ... "Don't tell her
anything!" One thing was sure. My face must have been
5 shades of burning red by now. Every part of me felt
like it was shaking as I heard the footsteps get louder
and louder. My whole body felt electric, shrinking up
in utter embarrassment, yet so excited to be on public
display. The whole thing was definitely getting me
even more horny, something I *didn't* need at that
point.
Jenny spoke in an upbeat voice. "Hi Tom. I have a
friend I'd like you to meet. This is Sarah ... Sarah,
this is my boyfriend Tom." She finally allowed me turn
around and say hello, but one look at his snarling
face was enough to make me turn my head back.
Wait a minute. 'My boyfriend'? Did she call him her
boyfriend? I must have heard wrong. I thought they had
broken up, at least that's what she told me.
"Sarah's having her hair braided, I think she's going
to look really pretty that way." Each of Jenny's words
was like a small electric shock travelling through my
body. Was she teasing this guy or what? Or was she
teasing me? Or both of us? I couldn't bear to think
what was going to happen next. This guy would be
telling the whole world about us. What was even
crazier was how much I was getting turned on by that
possibility!
"So what's the big idea?" Barked Tom. "Huh? Just
getting up and leaving me like that. What kind of crap
is that anyway?"
I started to get up, I don't know what I would have
done though, if it hadn't been for Jenny's pressure on
my shoulders telling me to stay put. Inside of me there
was a dog growling, lifting up its lip to show the
teeth.
Then I couldn't believe my ears, Jenny started
apologizing to that jerk!
"I'm really sorry Tom, for leaving you."
"You're *mine*, do you understand me? You're not going
to walk out on me like that, make *me* look like a fool
in front of *my* friends. Don't *ever* do that again.
A bunch of the guys are going out tonight with their
girlfriends. You're invited. We'll be at the boardwalk
at 8. See you later."
Off he went in a rage, stomping his way down the beach.
I was completely shocked. "Does he always talk to you
like that?"
"It's just that tough guy act, you know, football star,
sports hero. He's got quite a flock of followers too.
Inside that tough outside there's a warm, thoughtful
person inside. He really needs someone like me to love
him and bring out his good side."
The thought of someone like that having a good side was
sure foreign to me. It would take a much bigger person
than myself to love a guy like him. He would talk to me
like that exactly *one* time.
I looked over at Jenny, her face numb and expression-
less. "So how do you fit into the sports scene? You
don't seem the type."
"Don't laugh, but I'm a cheerleader," she admitted
reluctantly.
This was sure one day full of surprises. A cheerleader
of all things. Boy, if I were a cheerleader, I'd be
routing for the *other* team and Tom would get a
pom-pom right in his face!
It was getting hard to imagine how we were going to
stay friends in school, our interests were so dif-
ferent. I never could stand jocks, especially the ones
like Tom who represented everything I'd come to despise
in the breed.
Jenny was busy braiding my hair as promised, stopping
now and then to kiss the top of my head or hug me from
behind. Her touch was so nice, so sensitive and gentle.
"Why don't you try out Sarah...for cheerleading."
"Cheerleading? ... Me?" Hopefully she was kidding. I
felt so defensive trying to explain. "Well...I just
don't think I'd be very good at it. I mean you're so
pretty and popular, but I wouldn't-"
Jenny cut me off, stopping in the middle of a braid.
"Come on, how do you know if you don't give it a
chance. Try-outs start in 2 days, why don't you come?"
School was still 2 weeks away and already they were
trying out for sports? Just how I wanted to savor the
last drops of summer vacation, trying out for the
cheerleading squad! "Can't they at least wait until
school starts for all that?" I asked out of curiosity.
"I guess they used to, but the football coach com-
plained they didn't have enough time before the first
games. There was big debate about it and he basically
said 'this town has to decide whether it wants a
winning team or a losing team.' I guess he won the
debate. There's a big emphasis on sports right from
the first day of school."
Then she explained how they have a huge pep rally the
first day to introduce the teams, and how the whole
town shows up for the event. She said that some of the
teachers make jokes like "I wish we had as many people
at graduation."
A seal bobbed up and down in the water, playing hide
and seek with me. My focus went in and out, alternating
between sharp and blurry as I contemplated school and
pep rallies and cheerleaders. I was seriously debating
skipping the whole "Pep Rally" thing, but Jenny would
be so disappointed. OK, I decided. I'll go, but I would
definitely be keeping a low profile. Jenny never
brought up the cheerleading thing again, not until
weeks later. Not that I was going to complain.
The long shadows of passing joggers reminded me that
another day was coming to an end. It made me think too,
of how Jenny and I had spent that late afternoon
nestled in the rocks high above the beach and how her
warmth blended with the warmth of the sunlight. Her
love seemed to flow through me, filling every crack
and crevice in me. There really wasn't any point
beating around the bush so I was blunt with her.
"Jenny, are you very horny? What are you on a scale of
1 to 10 ... with 10 being the horniest."
She paused for a minute after tying off the braid with
a rubber band. "How about a 7."
"That's high enough for me!" I answered enthusiasti-
cally. "I'm at least a 12!"
Well, my braids never got finished that day. Instead
she took me by the hand toward our little hideaway in
the rocks. More memories began flooding my mind from
our first expedition there when we met. The setting
sun, holding each other, the first kiss, my guilt
feelings. All of it replayed in my mind as we climbed
the steep rocks.
Slowly we crept up the rocky ledges with our hands
held tightly. When we reached our secluded little spot
I was instructed to sit down. "Passively" was the word
Jenny used to describe how she wanted me to sit there.
"Weaker" was the word I would use to describe how that
made me feel!
"Now close your eyes and imagine that you are com-
pletely helpless and want to be my captured love
prisoner."
I giggled, "I think I've been imagining *that* all
day!" Jenny started playing with my hair again, using
the end the of braid like a brush to tickle my neck
and ears, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Then
the braids became ropes to pull me back into her
waiting arms. When I felt her breath like a warm
breeze across my neck there was no mistaking what I
would be getting next.
"I *love* having my neck kissed, don't you?" Must have
been a rhetorical question.
Nodding in passive agreement, I threw back my neck with
reckless abandon, giving Jenny final approval to do
with me as she pleased. But Jenny didn't seem to need
approval. The way she was holding me so firmly, the
message was loud and clear: "You're getting *whatever*
I want and don't you *dare* try to stop me!" I was
ready to take my chances.
"Oh what pretty earrings you have, the better to taste
you!" She mused.
I was glad she liked them, after all, I had her in
mind when I put them on.
Like many of the beautiful things I owned, the delicate
gold earrings came from my mom. They were like small
pieces of gold lace, each with a pearl in the center.
I loved wearing pretty jewelry, especially if it
encouraged *this* kind of attention from Jenny.
Jenny started making out with my ear lobe, licking it
all over as she went, slowly putting more and more of
her weight on me in the process. Her arms slipped
around me as I went down, insuring a soft landing. I
remembered her instructions: "Imagine that you are my
completely helpless love prisoner."
Playing the roll of the "weak and submissive female"
made me feel so intensely excited. Just lying there
with my eyes closed, waiting for the next kiss, the
next little nibble, the next stroke of her long
sensitive fingers. And she always made me wait too,
just knowing how much more it turned me on to be taken
off guard, reminded that I had no control over what
was happening to me.
Eyes closed, I could only feel now as Jenny lifted up
my blouse and slid her hands toward my anxiously
waiting breasts. Then I felt the blouse being pulled
and stretched away from my body. Next thing I knew,
Jenny's head was coming in too! She groped around for
my nipples as if she didn't know where they were. I'm
sure!
If her little charade was intended to turn me on even
more, it was certainly working! My nipples felt like
they were glowing with warmth as each one got a most
*thorough* licking, her tongue making circles around
and around and around them forever. I was quickly
falling into one of those dream states again where I
felt the my whole world floating away.
Suddenly, everything came to a screeching halt when I
heard a loud noise like a rock falling. I opened my
eyes to see someone's hand reaching over the top of
the ledge! Shit!
"Jenny!" I whispered loudly. "Someone's coming!"
She jerked her head out from my blouse, smashing me
right in the nose! I'll tell you one thing, pain and
pleasure sure don't mix! For the next minute or so I
could only see stars.
"Oh god! I'm sorry Sarah, are you OK?"
I nodded briefly, still holding my hands over my face
in pain. When I finally took them away to look, there
he was. Tom. Just standing there with his hands on his
hips, staring at Jenny with obvious discontent. That
creep must have followed us! It was like I could feel
the hairs on my head standing up in rage. Everything
in me wanted to hit him, but I settled for the
dirtiest look I could possibly come up with.
But to him, I didn't even seem to be there. He barked
at Jenny as if I didn't exist. "So, are you coming or
what?"
Jenny winced. "Oh yes, Tom. I really do want to."
"Everyone is waiting for *you*. You're always making
me look bad and I'm getting *really* sick of it too.
Let's go before you do it again."
Tom went first, carrying Jenny down behind him like
some worn out piece of luggage. I could only watch in
despair as her sad eyes disappeared over the rocks. It
was all too familiar, just like the last time he took
her away from me. She had mouthed a goodbye to me,
probably afraid to even speak. The fire that seemed
to burn in her eyes had been snuffed out so easily by
Tom. Jenny's sad and frightened look would haunt me
for days to come.
But how could she let him do this to her? That was the
hardest thing for me to understand as I stared out over
the pounding surf. Just wondering a thousand questions.
What was she attracted to in a guy like him? How could
anyone tolerate being treated like a run over piece of
road-kill. I just didn't get it.
The tears came with no warning and flowed out of me,
partly for myself and partly for Jennifer. She was so
beautiful, so full of life. Watching her with Tom was
watching her die and the pain I felt was almost
unbearable.
After waiting until they were long gone, I made my way
back down the rocks, picking up the pace as the cold
ocean mist surrounded me. Through teary eyes I watched
the sun inch it's way over the horizon.
Walking the length of the boardwalk was the shortest
way home, but that day I would take a different route.
It would have been too painful to see Jenny with Tom.
Once in a group of people, she was so good at making
everyone feel like they belonged, despite her own
problems. The hurt she felt inside would stay hidden
and watching her pretend would have made things even
harder for me.
Imagining Jenny was such a routine thing by now, it
was almost as if she never left me. Like we were
connected somehow. But still I felt torn apart from
her. Hurt, angry, not willing to hide it or even
pretend it wasn't there, I went straight past my mom
saying little more than "Hi, I'm home, and I'm not
hungry." The last thing I wanted was to do talk to
her about any of this.
That night I lie awake in my bed, holding out hope
that Jenny would call. Telling myself that it really
wasn't too late when I knew it was. She never did
call that night, nor did she call the next day either.
And each day that went by without hearing from her
brought more sadness and pain. I just couldn't
understand it. Why was she doing this? Did something
bad happen to her? I kept telling myself that she
was probably at cheerleading practice or something
else, none of which I could get myself to believe.
I rarely left my room as the summer days passed,
instead finding comfort in my books with their own
little worlds. Worlds that were happier than mine.
Mom stayed out of my way, occasionally reaching out
to me with a smile or a little present. She had seen
me like this before and knew that I would come out of
it in time.
But time was working against me now. The numbers on
my calendar counted each day as it went by. Twenty
nine...thirty...thirty one, trickling away like the
sand in an hourglass. I couldn't bear to turn the
page to September.
Preparing for school was something I just kept
putting off until later, telling myself "I'll do it
tomorrow." Knowing that preparing for school was more
than just getting a notebook, ruler and some pens. No
thought had been given to what courses I was going to
take or even what I wanted to do with my life. I just
kept wishing it would all go away, wondering if I
would ever see Jennifer again.
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