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 Archive name: season08.txt (ff, teens)
 Authors name: Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
 Story title : The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 8 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 8
 by Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)



 My favorite books were romantic novels, especially
 those that took place in the medieval times. In them
 I found all the necessary ingredients for my wildest
 fantasies: Castles, knights in shining armor, princes
 to sweep me of my feet and ride off into the nearest
 sunset. Nothing to do but stroll around all day in
 fancy dresses through the flower gardens...

 But, there was a darker side to my fantasies too,
 where masked men would lock a steel collar around my
 neck and lead me by chains into that room. 

 The one with a table in the middle of it. The table
 on which I would inevitably be strapped down and
 "prepared" for sex, usually by a full compliment of
 beautiful maidens. They would braid my hair and rub
 my entire naked body with perfumed oil. And then, of
 course, they would make sure I was *very* wet in the
 most important place. For this, a specially shaped
 "tool" was used. Not surprisingly, it vaguely
 resembled a full-grown penis. I would squirm to no
 avail when I saw it coming. This would only earn me
 the punishment of having my breasts put into this
 special bra-like contraption made of leather with
 holes for my nipples so they could be pulled out
 just to the point where it started to hurt and held
 there by clamps on the bra. 

 Mom had always made me feel that touching myself was
 somehow wrong and that I shouldn't do it. Knowing I
 would feel guilty afterward was usually enough to keep
 me from doing it, but not then, I was getting much too
 hot thinking about my favorite fantasies. Fantasies
 that by now usually included Jennifer. 

 Thinking about that dildo made me want to use some-
 thing other than my fingers this time, something stiff
 and long. But what was there in the house? Sure, mom
 probably had a dildo tucked away somewhere, and
 knowing her, it probably had "keep out of reach of
 teenagers" stamped all over it!

 My mind raced through the house: candles, a bar of
 soap, my hair brush handle, none of which sounded
 too appealing. Various fruits and vegetables seemed
 the most promising to me, but which ones? 

 Mom would sure get suspicious if I pulled a zucchini
 out of the fridge for a snack. I don't even like the
 stupid things *cooked* for crying out loud! After
 deciding that a banana would probably be too soft, I
 settled on a carrot. 

 The kitchen was empty and dark when I snuck in
 quietly, making my way over to refrigerator. Luckily,
 a nice selection of carrots were available for
 "snacking" I pondered momentarily which one would
 provide the most pleasure. The one with the big "S"
 curve was completely out of the question, as were
 several other smallish ones. There were two medium
 sized carrots that looked appetizing, both having
 lots of ridges. I wonder how *they* would feel, I
 thought. My finger tips caressed and stroked each one
 slowly, trying to imagine how wonderful they might
 be inside me. I couldn't wait to find out! Warming
 them up in the microwave would have been nice, but
 too risky. I could imagine trying to explain *that*
 one to my mother! 

 Once back in my bed room, it wasn't long before I was
 being whisked away to the castle, where various forms
 of exquisite pleasure would await me. My transportation
 consisted of a cage on top of a wagon which was
 deliberately paraded through the town. No pumpkin
 coach for this slave girl! 

 My nipples immediately hardened as I gently rolled
 them in my fingertips. 

 Suddenly the wagon stopped and three knights rode up,
 their horses clad in armor. 

 They walked over silently, then unlocked the cage. I
 tried to hold on as my body was pulled through the
 door. It didn't work. 

 Later...I would receive a well deserved and proper
 punishment. 

 But for now, it was time for the carrot. 

 Slowly and carefully I pushed it up into my vagina.
 It was a little scary at first, at *very* first! I
 could feel each ridge of the carrot stimulating my
 clit as it passed by. In and out, in and out, I could
 feel myself being carried away. 

 Carried away in chains. To my favorite castle, my
 favorite room, my favorite table. Where the knights
 awaited me. "Put her into the special bra for her
 punishment," called one of them. While I was being
 held, they put me into what was more like a large
 leather harness than a bra, complete with the same
 sort of nipple clamping accessories as the other one.
 The clamps were installed, just as I had hoped, then
 a leash was attached to them this time, and I was led
 down a long corridor. 

 I could feel the blood rushing into my private areas,
 slowly writhing on my bed, working the "tool" I held
 in my hand. 

 The tool that he held in his hand when I was urged
 through the doorway into the room. The dust from the
 dirt floor was suspended in the sunlight, shadowed
 by iron bars in the window. 

 The dark handsome figure motioned toward the table.
 I knew what they wanted. I felt my weightless body
 being carried with the strength of several men. 

 It felt like my whole body was rising, lifting off
 my bed, higher with each stroke of the carrot. I
 spread my legs as wide as they would go, imagining
 my captures in that room doing the same. 

 Suddenly everything started expanding, all my senses,
 my feelings. Everything was getting bigger and bigger
 until it all exploded. My body jerked up and down on
 the bed uncontrollably. I didn't know where I was or
 who I was for that moment of time, that moment when
 time stands still for eternity. It was an incredible
 orgasm, one I could only imagine sharing with Jennifer.
 
 Then there was a knock on my bedroom door. It was mom,
 no doubt, slowly forcing the doorknob back and forth
 against the lock. No one else would continue for so
 long. So agonizingly long. 

 "Sarah?" 

 My voice was muffled while I quickly jerked a shirt
 over my head. "Yes mom." 

 "Can I come in?" 

 I felt like saying "no" right then, but her tone of
 voice had given away the suspicion. She no doubt had
 come to find out what was going on, although never
 asking me directly. 

 Instead she kept glancing around the room, looking
 for clues and distracting me with things like: "Aren't
 you excited about the first day of school?" and "Tell
 me all about the books you've been reading lately."
 Like I was going to believe she was interested in that!
 Right! 

 Little did she know, some of my favorite books and
 magazines were ones I had dug out of the trash or
 "borrowed" from her reading room. You could always
 tell which ones she had tried to hide. The magazine
 at the bottom of the stack with a woman in leather
 and chains on the cover, or the book on the top of
 the bookshelf with a title something like "Encouraging
 submissive behavior through bondage". Small wonder
 where I got some of my fantasies! 

 Then came that dreaded question, one that I knew she
 would ask sooner or later. Was I "prepared" for
 school. After all, it was tomorrow you know. Oh, I
 almost forgot mom! 

 I was so afraid of not being prepared for school that
 I had let it happen, as if purposely. 

 Summoning up my courage, I spoke. "I'm as ready as
 I'll ever be I guess." 

 My mother wasn't impressed. 

 "Here Sarah, I got a few things for you." She handed
 me a bag with a notebook, some pens, and few other
 basics in it. That was more than I was going to bring.
 
 But how could I? Go to school with nothing? What was
 I *doing* anyway?  

 I was obviously starting to cry, by then. Mom came
 over and hugged me, patting me on the back. If only
 she could be there to help me, if only someone. How
 Jenny could abandon me like this was hard to imagine.
 Didn't she know how hard this was? 

 That was the only thing I could think of, riding my
 bicycle to school the next day. Mom had offered to
 let me drive her car, a Mercedes convertible. There
 was no way! It stood for everything I despised: Money,
 power, and privilege. Besides that, what would the
 other students think of me? They would think that
 I'm a stuck up, rich, bitch. That's exactly what they
 would think. 

 Lots of people had bikes, judging by how full the rack
 was at school. There was only 2 or 3 slots left by
 the time I got there. I rushed in through the large
 double doors, knowing I was probably late already. 

 A woman sitting behind a large table at the door asked
 my name, then she handed me a folder full of stuff and
 pointed to my homeroom down the hall.

 My face felt the heat of a hundred eyes bearing down
 on me as I opened the classroom door. Being late the
 first day doesn't exactly make a good impression. 

 Just as soon as I had gotten there, we were directed
 to the cafeteria where tables had been set up for each
 of courses that were being offered. It was pretty much
 the same way it had been in Nebraska, so I knew the
 routine. 

 There were choices for sciences, mathematics, history
 and foreign languages. 

 Everything except English. That was required. On my
 course schedule, I found an English class had been
 assigned to me already. Since I had plenty of credits
 from my last school, I could take pretty much what I
 wanted. There wasn't much. "French III" was the only
 sure thing; I knew Jenny was taking that and luckily
 there was only one French teacher. 

 After signing up for the courses, we had a couple
 hours before "orientation" started. Enough time to
 wander around and check the place out, have lunch,
 and hopefully bump into Jenny somewhere along the way.
 
 I hadn't said much more than "hi" to anyone when I
 struck out in search of my locker which ended up being
 right across from the office door. Suddenly I noticed
 how dressed-up everyone was, except for myself. It
 looked more like a *runway* than a hallway, each young
 woman making her own "fashion statement" with her own
 designer threads, or for some, cheap imitations. Living
 with my mom had given me the wisdom to know the
 difference. 

 And there *I* was, dressed entirely in denim, my hair
 tied up and tucked under a baseball cap. 

 As I began putting books and things away in my locker
 I heard a familiar voice from behind me. It was
 Jenny's. I was so nervous, afraid to turn around and
 look even when I heard her whisper "There's Sarah". 

 What I saw when I did finally turn around shocked me.
 There she was, in full cheerleader get-up! First there
 was the pleated skirt, alternating between white and
 the school color, burgundy. Then came the cleavage-
 revealing, glitter look, sleeveless top. Rah,Rah! 

 I had to admit that I was really jealous. After all,
 Jennifer was beautiful. Her hair was done up in those
 same delicious French braids she had worn to my house
 that wonderful first day. Except for a slightly dark
 spot under one eye, her makeup was flawless. Unlike
 some of the younger girls that were giggling around
 her. When I looked into her eyes I felt the warm
 emotion flowing into me like the breeze through an
 open summer window. 

 "Hi Sarah!" She smiled, acting as if everything was
 just fine. It wasn't. 

 My head was half turned away when I answered. "Hi
 Jenny." 

 Just as she started introducing me to her friends, I
 heard this loud group of guys coming down the hall.
 Sure enough, it was Tom and his cronies! I thought I
 would be sick when I saw him in his football uniform.
 About every 2 seconds someone had to punch his shoulder
 and say something like "Way to go Tom" or "State
 champions this year". All of their laughing and joking
 seemed to come to an abrupt end just about the same
 time Tom saw Jenny talking to me. 

 "Hey babe." Tom spoke with a ridiculous "I'm Mr. Cool"
 voice. Only his tag-alongs were impressed. "We have to
 get going, the newspaper people are here to get our
 pictures." 

 Jenny rolled her eyes back, trying to ignore him. It
 couldn't have been easy. 

 "Sarah, this...is..mmm..my friend Cindy." She sounded
 frightened, and understandably so. In that uniform
 Tom seemed almost as wide as he was tall. Who would
 say "no" to someone like that? 

 Tom put his hand on Jenny's shoulder. It wasn't there
 for long before Jenny politely removed it. 

 I heard an "ooooh!" come out from behind Tom, but you
 couldn't see around him to see who it was. It was as
 if they were saying, "You're going to let her get away
 with that? You? *Big Tom*? The football star?" 

 His face looked even meaner now. "I *said*...Lets go."
 
 I just had to say something, I didn't care who the
 hell this guy thought he was. 

 "Can't you take a hint Tom, she obviously doesn't want
 to go with you." I started regretting saying anything
 when I saw the look on Tom's face as he stepped through
 the group of girls around me. 

 "Are you talking to me." He pointed to himself, looking
 around at the crowd that was gathering. He kept coming
 closer and closer. 

 "Leave her alone, Tom." Jenny begged. 

 Tom chuckled. "*Her*? The tough guy?" 

 He wasn't the first one to suggest I was a boy so I
 wasn't really bothered by the comment. Where I grew
 up I was the only girl in the neighborhood and it took
 plenty of wrestling matches to prove I was just as
 tough as the they were. I had even taken some self-
 defense classes at my dad's insistence, though nothing
 I could really use against Tom. I wasn't about to try
 pulling some kind of slick jump kick on someone that
 was three times my size. 

 "You've got a big mouth." He barked, pointing his
 finger right into my breast so hard it pushed me back.
 I tried not to give him the satisfaction of knowing
 how much that hurt. The next time his finger came at
 me I deflected it easily, but the space between my
 back and the lockers had run out. 

 At that point the whole world starting fading in and
 out. I could hear Jenny telling him over and over to
 leave me alone. I could smell alcohol on Tom's breath
 as he slowly moved closer and closer. At that point I
 wasn't thinking anymore, my survival instincts had
 taken over. 

 I drove my knee right between Tom's legs with full
 force making him double over right in his tracks. 

 By then several teachers and the principal had come
 out of nowhere asking what had happened. Tom was
 kneeling on the floor by that time and I was crying
 my eyes out. Nobody would say anything. Twenty people
 standing around and no one saw anything! 

 A big guy in sweats ran up to Tom, he must have been
 the coach. "What the hell's going on here? Come on
 big guy, are you O.K.?" Tom's head nodded "yes" but
 through my teary eyes I could see different story. He
 wasn't O.K. at all. And it wasn't long before the
 football coach found out what had happened and not
 much longer after that before he was telling the
 principal to suspend me. 

 "I want her out of here." He pushed the words through
 a narrow slit in his clenched teeth. Then they moved
 the conversation into the office along with Tom, but
 I could still barely hear it. 

 I recognized the principal's wimpy voice. "Oh my, I
 just don't know what to do." 

 "What the hell am *I* gonna do? Huh? If Tom can't play
 tomorrow, we're gonna loose." 

 Suddenly a third voice cut in, one I didn't recognize.
 "That's your problem. Tell your *fucking* jock here to
 pick on some his own size and preferably his own
 gender." 

 "Now, now, John. I'm sure we can come to an agreement
 here without arguing." 

 "Carey doesn't give a shit if we win or loose. He
 doesn't give a shit if Tom gets that scholarship to
 Yale." 

 "Yale? You know John, these scholarships to big schools
 *do* mean a lot for our image. And you know as well as
 I do, that...as the principal here, I really have to
 support that. We really do John." 

 "How about some *FUCKING* *ACADEMIC* scholarships for
 a change of pace? Can you support that?" 

 "A scholarship's a scholarship. It's *Yale* John. Yale
 for crying out loud! Nobody's going to ask what *kind*
 of scholarship. Last year we sent one to Harvard and
 one to Stanford. Makes us look really good John, really
 does." 

 "I'm not passing any more *fucking* *jocks* who can
 barely spell their own name so we look good. No more."

 Then I heard stomping footsteps leaving the office.  I
 had sat there on the floor against my locker the entire
 time, head on my knees, still shaking. I finally looked
 up to see Jenny standing there by herself. We both
 smiled at each other, then she sat down next to me and
 held me. It was a scene that always seemed to repeat
 itself. Jenny always coming to the rescue when I was
 the most hurt, she always seemed to be there when I
 needed her most. 

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