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Archive name: season09.txt (ff, teens)
Authors name: Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
Story title : The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 9 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 9
by Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
I wanted desperately to know what had happened to Jenny
during those long days I'd spent alone in my room. I
began to suspect that it was something bad during that
uneasy silence.
The hallway that only minutes ago bustled with activity
was now strangely quiet. And inside me there was the
same quietness. There were no words to say, no way to
describe how I felt. But Jenny knew somehow, later I
would find out why. I sensed her strength when her hand
reached out to help me up off the floor. The symbolism
of her gesture really hit me.
We walked together down the long hallway and out the
side door. Secluded among the tall grass and redwood
trees, we sat down. Soft afternoon light filtered
through the trees and danced across Jenny's face. Those
eyes of hers were so deep, so intense, they seemed to
look right through me. It was as if everything was
revealed, my entire being naked before her. An
incredible emotional bonding was taking place, one
that I would never experience again.
She cradled and held me like a baby until I was
completely at peace.
"Can you talk?" She asked with a concerned look.
A big smile spread across my face as we made eye con-
tact again. "Did you know how wonderful you are?"
For a moment we laughed, then her expression changed
back to serious. "I'm sorry...about not calling you.
There were some problems."
What sort of problems? I wondered, knowing that they
couldn't possibly be any worse than I had imagined.
But it was better not to ask. I figured when she was
ready, she'd tell me.
"I really missed you Jenny, and worried about what
happened."
There was an uncomfortable feeling in the air, like I
was getting too close to what was going on with her.
Her face was telling me. And one and one were beginning
to make two.
I struggled to get the words out. "I'm afraid of Tom...
and for you."
"Hey, come on now, it's going to be O.K." She dodged
the issue gracefully, putting me back in the spotlight.
"He really hurt you didn't he?" Her arms reached out
again and held me. It was so soothing and gentle the
way Jennifer stroked my face and whispered how it was
going to be all right. So loving, so understanding, but
there was something wrong. I just couldn't put my
finger on it.
Just then I remembered, jumping up to look at my watch.
"Oh, no Jenny! We're going to be late for orientation,
it's five after two already!"
Jenny chuckled, grabbing at my shirt as I tried to get
up. "Relax Sarah, no one ever goes to that. It's just
for new...well, you don't need it. The only thing
that's going on today is the pep rally at three thirty.
Coming?"
She must have *known* that I didn't want to go to that
*stupid* thing. "Prep rally" is what some of the other
students were calling it. Chewing on a piece grass, I
stared out across the empty football field, not really
wanting to answer the question.
Jenny tried to make eye contact. "I've got to go and
get ready. See you there? Please?"
She managed to get a smile out of me as she left which
was about as close to to a "yes" answer as there was.
Down on the field, a transformation was slowly taking
place. First there were chairs were set up, loud-
speakers, streamers and big signs followed. Next, the
people came. Only a handful at first, then more and
more until it was a huge crowd. Every single man,
woman, child and dog from the whole county must have
been there. In the end I figured I might as well go
too.
Travelling down the winding path to the field made me
think about my life and where I was going. Fitting in
at this high school was probably going to be difficult
at best, especially after what had happened that day.
On the other hand, all the newness of California was
wonderful. Walking along, sipping on the dry sweet
smell of pine trees, looking up through a thousand
shades of green seemed to breathe life back into me.
There was an energy here that I hadn't experienced
before.
And yet there was that painful awareness that there
would be repercussions from my "incident" with Tom
earlier that day. In the back row of bleachers I
couldn't help but feel isolated. And I was. While no
one knew me, everyone probably had heard about me and
seemed to be avoiding me.
One by one they announced the players on the football
team to loud screams and applause as they took the
field. They saved Tom for last, who received a standing
ovation for probably five minutes straight. The limp
was noticeable, as well as a slight grimace on his face
when he walked. A few guilt feelings started surfacing
for a split second before I caught myself.
Then something caught my eye on the sidelines, the
cheerleading squad had started their routines. It was
something to see. Instead of the more conservative
outfit that Jenny had been wearing earlier that day,
they had these juicy little short, ass length skirts
and even a more revealing top. The first part was a
fairly simple dance routine with a bunch of cartwheels,
handstand-like flips and various cheers.
My eyes kept focusing on Jenny, her breasts bouncing
along as she danced with graceful movements. I started
having some strange feelings inside watching her,
almost wanting to be there with her. Wanting to dance,
to be attractive like she was. And as usual, getting
excited sexually.
Then they made a human pyramid with Jenny standing on
top.
You just knew people were trying to see what they
could see of her scantily clad body. Wasn't that the
intention, after all? And she got plenty of mileage
out of that *pert* little back end of hers, that's for
sure. There was more than one opportunity to flaunt
it, waving that frilly little skirt tail to a
thunderous applause.
One of the best parts was when they were all lined up
facing the crowd, chanting something that sounded like
"go-team-go....kick-em-in-the-groin". Then, after they
all crouch down, my favorite cheerleader comes running
in from the side, jumps up and lands across their
shoulders and goes into a split. The whole group starts
rotating like a giant propeller around the field, Jenny
spinning around on top, pompoms shooting out in every
direction. It was an excellent show, one that would
surely bring a lot more fans to the games, myself
included.
A few of the teachers got up to speak. Each one
reiterated how important it was for everyone to be
"committed" to the teams success, etc. Next it was
the coach's turn, repeating the same mantra one more
time, like we needed it already! It seemed it a little
strange to me, but he went on to tell the crowd that
despite Tom's "injury" earlier today, he would be able
to play in tomorrow's game which of course they would
win.
It was probably time for me to disappear at that
point, although I really wanted to see if I could find
Jenny in the crowd of small groups now scattered
throughout the playing field. Maybe even talk to her?
About the feelings I was having once more. The feelings
of excitement, of tenderness, of adolescent sexual
desire.
Should I have let her talk me into becoming a cheer-
leader? I wondered. Maybe then we could spend more
than two minutes together. There was just no one else
in the world right now except Jennifer and by the
looks of things, I would have to wait in a long line
for her attention.
The next day in school I was greeted by more of the
same silent treatment that I had received the first
day. Jenny was constantly surrounded by people every
time I saw her. How in the world was I ever going to
get a minute to even say "Hi"?
Early that day I had discovered her locker, not that
I wasn't looking for it or anything! Then this thought
crossed my mind. A note could easily be slipped in
through the vents at the top when the coast was clear.
MMMM, yes, a *love* note! I always fantasized about
finding one or two in my locker from that "secret
admirer".
Possibly she could be reminded of our previous expe-
ditions up mount orgasm? Or maybe I should mention how
much I just *adored* brushing her soft, beautiful hair
or licking her earlobes until I teased up a full
complement of goosebumps? Or how about the feelings we
had when our nipples were introduced and got to know
each other? talk about love at first sight!
To avoid embarrassing her, I decided to condense it
just in case someone else saw it. It went like this:
"Dearest Jennifer,
I watched you yesterday at the pep rally. You
were wonderful, beautiful. I miss the times we
spent together when we first met. Your my best
friend, I need you so much. Please come over
to my house after school today at five?
RSVP!
Love,
Secret admirer."
And just in case there was any doubt who this "secret
admirer" was, I dabbed some perfume on the note. The
same one that *somehow* ended up getting on her in my
bedroom.
Memories and emotions overcame me as the fragrance
briefly filled the air, making me feel all soft and
romantic inside. I rubbed the note all over my neck
before dropping it off at it's final destination.
That only brought up even more of those weak and
wonderful feelings.
Classes went well although we really didn't do much
other than go over course requirements and schedules
for the year. The one exception was French III. Ms.
Le Fevre never spoke anything but French which was
obviously *her* native tongue and obviously *not*
mine! Any questions or answers in English were greeted
by a shrug of her shoulders. From what my mom had told
me, this was something that many an English speaking
tourist had experienced in France. So much for
realism.
I was pretty much lost throughout the whole thing,
picking up no more than bits and pieces of the
strained conversations. The tension in the crowded
classroom air was so thick you could cut it with a
knife.
For some reason, Jenny wasn't there as I had expected.
Maybe she wasn't taking the class? Talk about a
depressing thought! Normally I would see her between
classes and later that day I realized another one of
Jenny's mysterious disappearing acts had taken place.
It made me wonder what was going on even more.
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in the sun, not thinking about adult situations. Do
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