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Authors name: Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
Story title : The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 13 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 13
by Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
Their faces glowed in the amber fire light as they
watched us approach. Quiet, intensely curious
expressions that were so inviting at the same time.
This was the right place for me, I knew almost
immediately. No designer fashions, no perfect makeup,
just the kind of people that I grew up with. They were
a sight for sore eyes.
"Hi!" I beamed with a smile stretching across my face.
"Welcome." A voice said. The voice of John, the one
they called "Junior".
Jenny introduced me. "Hi everyone, this is my friend
Sarah."
Suddenly you could here mumbling and hushed whispers.
"Isn't she the one... Is that *her*?...I think it is."
I could feel the smile leaving my face when I realized
that they too were probably going to hate me. Just like
the rest of school did. As I turned away to leave I
felt Jenny grab my hand.
"Hey, don't go. It's O.K." She addressed the group
again. "Sarah, this is Janet...Bill..." Each hand
raised as if attendance was being taken. "Junior...
Doug...and Susan."
An opening was made for Jenny and I in the tight
circle. Nobody wanted to be the first to talk. Perhaps
they didn't know quite what to say.
Doug stared into the crackling fire, poking at it with
a stick. "Some of us think you did the right thing
yesterday."
The other heads nodded in agreement. Jenny was uncom-
fortable with the topic, it was obvious. I was too.
The silence was as thick as the smoke that filled the
air around us. Bill spoke up. "Someone had to do it."
More nodding. Another voice said that it was long
overdue. I was really nervous for Jennifer, who seemed
to be pretending to ignore the conversation. She must
have been torn between her love for Tom, if you could
call it, and her friends.
It was my turn to speak. "So...how *bout* those
Niner's!" The whole group rolled back in laughter,
attracting looks from a couple passing by. Overhead,
a jet was slowly drowned out by the sound of the
rolling ocean waves, calling attention to them. Then
it was quiet again.
Junior looked around nervously, like he was hiding
something. Whatever it was, it was passed over to
Jenny before I could see it. She was bent over in his
direction making what sounded like a hissing noise
accompanied by a strange smell. Sort of like the wood
smoke, only more pungent.
Jenny passed it over to me, holding her breath as she
spoke. "Ear...ave... a hit."
"Huh, what?" I asked, not exactly sure whether it was
what I thought it was. Which would be more embarrass-
ing? I wondered. If I was wrong or if I didn't even
know!
Meanwhile, Jenny kept motioning with her head for me
to do something while the background filled with
chuckles and giggles.
Janet asked where I was from.
"Nebraska?" Laughed Bill. "Why... doesn't the stuff
grow *wild* out there?! Who is she trying to fool?"
Janet snapped back, reaching in front of me to take it
from Jenny. "You're the fool! You can't smoke that
stuff! Rope is about all it's good for."
Junior had to set the record straight about all the
various uses of the hemp plant, a subject that seemed
to bore just about everyone.
Janet sucked on it, exhaled, then presented it to me.
"Hi, Sarah! This is *joint*. Joint, meet Sarah." That
got a round of applause and more laughter leaving me
wondering just how noticeable my *damn* *red* face was!
Now that the formal introductions were made, it was
time for me to figure out what the hell I was going to
do when the joint came back to me again. Should I try
it? Why not? Why? I could feel the pressure rising
each time the joint was passed. I should try it...I
should try it not....I should try...
All eyes were on me as the joint finished it's first
orbit.
"Ummmm. I don't...use drugs?" Ooops, wrong thing to
say! That comment didn't go over too well at all.
"Aaaaak!" Junior pretended he was vomiting. "*Drugs*?
Oh, No! This is natural, one hundred percently as
nature herself intended. Yes, and I should know, I
grew it myself in my own...parent's garden!"
Everyone seemed to agree that Junior's was the best,
the purest, and of course, most *organically* grown
pot around. So why wouldn't I try it?
"All right! Give me that thing." I growled, ripping
it away from Jenny.
"Ooooooh!" A voice called out. Then another and
another. Then silence. Anticipation.
I pulled the joint in closer as the smoke from the tip
danced back and forth, stinging my eye for a moment.
Another whisper. "Is she going to do it?"
"Yes, she is." I answered. I puffed on the joint twice
before coughing it all out. After another try at it, I
seemed to have the hang of it. At least *I* thought I
did.
"She's *clintoning*!" Accused Bill.
Junior agreed. "Looks that way to me too." Everyone
else nodded.
Jenny gave me the bad news again. "They think your
clintoning."
Junior reiterated "Yep, she is. That was a clinton if
I ever saw one."
What the hell was a "clinton"? I wondered. Did it have
something to do with the president or something?
Apparently it did.
It took a while before I learned how to inhale the
smoke without choking and gagging like a newbie. But
by then, strange things were beginning to happen around
the circle. To everyone except me. For one thing, there
was almost continuous laughter erupting from every-
where. And beside that, people were acting just as
funny.
"I told you it could be done." Doug trying to reason
with Bill.
Then Bill insisting that he couldn't *handle* it,
whatever *it* was.
"The *concept* Bill, you have to grasp the *concept*."
Doug was busy grasping something else: the joint. He
sipped the tiny butt deeply, let some of the smoke go
up his nose, then spoke again in a deeper voice. "Come
and see ...William."
I couldn't resist having a look at what Doug's so-
called "concept" was.
Janet pulled me aside to explain. "Doug's trying to
separate the grains of sand again," she whispered. "By
*color*!"
"Can you do that?" I asked, just before feeling like
a complete idiot.
"You can't *do* that Doug," shouted Bill while he
circled the camp, shaking his head and his hand-covered
ears like a headless chicken. "It's too much Doug,
there's too many Doug. I warned you, I *told* you I
couldn't deal with that Doug!"
Doug insisted that it could be done, if only a little
at a time. Just a few small piles a day, he instructed.
And just *look* at the progress he had made! Maybe
*don't* look.
Junior had rolled up another, though no one else seemed
to be interested. It came down to he and I. He couldn't
seem to figure out why I wasn't doing the same sorts
of silly things that everyone else was and seemed
determined to have it otherwise.
He motioned with the joint. "Here, take a hit. Let me
see if your getting ...getting it right... Wait a
minute...Can you tell me what I just said? God, my
memory keeps getting shorter all the time."
After a few of the others got him back on track, my
smoking technique was subject to a most thorough
evaluation. Everyone included. The conclusion: I was,
indeed, properly inhaling. What a relief! Yes, I had
certainly learned my lesson about "clintoning". That
was for politicians *only*!
Susan spoke up after being quiet for the entire time.
"Not everyone gets high the first time, you know. I
didn't."
Junior banged his head with his hand as if he was try
to knock some sense into it. "Oh wow! That's right!
How could I forget?"
Everyone else was busy trying to roll this gigantic
log that we had been using as a bench. Doug explained
that we would have to use it for the fire, since wood
on the beach was scarce.
"I know," He said, giving the log it's finally shove
into the flames, "It's a little cannibalistic to use
the bench, but we can still sit on the end that's *not*
burning."
Wow!!!! Talk about a concept!
"Yes, yes!" Proclaimed Janet as if she just had some
sort of revelation.
Then she jumped up on the log and straddled it like a
gigantic penis ride with a heated tip. "Of course,
that's it! Good idea. Yipp...eeeeeee!"
And if that wasn't enough, there was more to come.
Much more.
Between all the laughing, Susan desperately needed to
know the truth about her eyes. Were they really the
tiny slits that they felt like? She'd probably have
to open them first, I explained, before I could know
the answer.
That got Bill rolling around on the ground with
laughter. Then Doug started tossing potato chips to
him one at a time while he rolled around like an
animal to retrieve them.
"Yikes! It's the munchie-monster!" Joked Susan.
"Aaaaaah, don't *feed* it!"
Did I miss something?
There must have been a vending machine nearby, judging
by all the snack food people were inhaling. Junior had
his face literally *buried* into a bag of corn chips.
I'm talking buried here! The whole thing reminded me
of a horse in one of those feeder-bag jobbers. I swear,
he actually ate a hole right through the bag! It was
wild. Everyone seemed to be crunching on one thing or
another.
Janet lost control of a donut, allowing it to skid off
the end of the log and right into fire. But could you
tell Bill that it was dangerous to use your *hands* to
rescue something from the flames. No way!
It took two of us that still had some sense left to
keep him from suffering the same fate as that donut.
Just then, Junior's face popped out through the corn
chip bag "Relax, Bill, it's only a donut for crine out
loud!"
Janet defended herself, "It *rolled* off, Bill! There
wasn't a *damn* thing that ANYONE of us could have done
to save it. Let it go Bill, it's over."
"Tragic" Agreed Doug, shaking his head for effect.
"It's gravity Bill... you're fighting a losing battle."
All the eating seemed to mellow everyone out. Jenny
had fallen asleep on a blanket, something that everyone
seemed to realize at the same time.
I could tell what was coming by how perked up everyone
was all of a sudden.
Bill's hand went out for a high five. I obliged. He
kept watch over Jennifer as he whispered just in case.
"I wonder if *Bubba* liked the new front-end alignment
you gave him." Jenny slept right through all the
laughter and clapping.
Doug offered a more scientific analysis. "I believe
nature has selected the *bubba* species for extinction!
It's the evolution process at work, my friends." I
thought the howling would *never* stop after that one.
They were making me laugh too, although I kept pushing
back the guilt feelings every time I looked at her.
Susan got serious. "Come on, now. We want to hear the
*whole* story. None of us were there, you know. We all
got it second or third hand. Come on tell us. Pleeeeeee
...eeeeez."
A chorus of come-ons followed, making it impossible to
resist.
The whole group huddled in close to listen.
I told of Tom's attempts to make Jenny go with him and
I asked them if they thought he was jealous of my
friendship with her. The consensus was "yes".
Janet said that Jenny has to hide a lot of her friend-
ships, especially with people like them. And people
like me. Her unwillingness to be seen with me in school
made more sense now.
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the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sun, not thinking about adult situations. Do
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