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 Archive name: season01.txt (ff, teens)
 Authors name: Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
 Story title : The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 1 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 1
 by Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)



 It had been a week now since we moved in, but still I
 was a stranger in my new home. My thoughts drifted back
 again to the place I left behind like so many times
 before. My old familiar friends, the school, the park.
 It all faded in in and out of my mind as I watched the
 small boats in the harbor bob gently up and down.
 Oceans waves crashed ashore behind me, momentarily
 silencing the playful screams of the children. The sun
 was setting on the long days of summer, soon there
 would be another school year starting. I would be the
 "new" kid. That was something I didn't want to face. I
 wanted to run away, back to my home. Back to a place
 where people knew my name. A place where I didn't have
 to "make" new friends. One where they had been made
 long ago. 

 Now, this boardwalk was my only friend, my place of
 refuge. But I was alone here. Until another long shadow
 on the wood slowly merged with mine. She stood next to
 me and watched out over the little cove, not saying a
 word. Then the screeching of seagulls above made us
 both jump. 

 "God did that scare me!" She broke the silence. 

 I turned to face her. "Yeah, it scared me too." It was
 hard to face what I could only dream of looking like.
 A face that was something out of a fashion magazine.
 She seemed to glow in the warmth of the afternoon sun
 with her blond hair blowing wildly in the ocean breeze.
 I could only look with envy at a body that filled
 perfectly every girl's dream. A thousand miles from my
 mine, I desperately wanted it to go away. Did they all
 look like this in California? Everyone from back home
 seemed to think that way. I could only hope that they
 were wrong. 

 Then came the words I dreaded to hear. "So....Are you
 new here?" 

 "Umm...." I looked down almost in tears. "Yeah." 

 "I don't mean to be nosey... but I've noticed you been
 coming here every day around the same time. I wanted
 to get to know you. I know what it's like.... to be in
 a new place." 

 There was no way to hold back the sobs and tears from
 coming, they gushed out of me like a river. A hand
 reached over and covered mine. "I'm really sorry, I
 didn't mean to hurt you." 

 "It's Ok." I tried to snap out of it. "I really have
 to go, my parents still have this thing about me being
 out in the dark." It was hard to lie to her. 

 "Will you be back tomorrow?" She asked. 

 "Uh....OK." I smiled. The red sky was fading into
 darkness as I slowly walked away. 

 "Oh, my name's Jenny. What's yours?" 

 I called back to her as I continued down the boardwalk.
 "Sarah." 

 "See you tomorrow, Sarah." 

 Summers were long here, longer than summer vacations.
 Only three weeks were left until school started, a
 thought that haunted me throughout the next day. 

 I could see Jenny in a circle of people gathered on
 the beach sand. She waved, motioning for me to come
 over while I walked down the boardwalk. I shook my
 head shyly. Why would they want to talk to me anyway?
 She was just trying to be nice. She must be incredibly
 popular, I thought. Every guy around would be trying
 to get her attention while I would be ignored with
 occasional small talk to make me feel included. That's
 how it would work. No thanks. 

 Out of the corner of my eye I could see a figure
 getting up and running over. 

 "Hi Sarah!" Jenny jumped up on the wooden deck. "Would
 you like to meet some of my friends." 

 "Not right now." I answered. "I'm still having a really
 hard time here." 

 Jenny looked into my eyes. "Can we talk about it? Hey,
 you want to take a walk down the beach?" 

 I followed her out across the sand with the wind
 blowing her long white dress. A white which contrasted
 against a whole summer of suntan. My bare feet felt
 like they were on fire when we finally reached the
 water's edge. It was such a beautiful place, why
 couldn't I enjoy it? I kept thinking about how left
 out I felt. 

 "Where are you from?" Her voice was soft and yet
 strong. 

 "Nebraska, from a really small farm town. Hey, I'm
 sorry about not wanting to meet your friends, it's too
 intimidating for me. Everyone here is so... well more
 attractive than me." I looked down at the hard wet sand
 as we walked. 

 She stopped, putting her hand under my chin. I couldn't
 avoid her gaze. Those wild eyes of hers seemed to be
 ablaze. "I think your pretty." 

 "Do you real-" The sudden roar of an incoming waved
 drowned out my words. She grabbed my hand running and
 pulled me away from the rising tide. Was it the warmth
 I felt against the cold water surrounding me that
 touched me so deeply? That made me feel so alive inside
 and so full with feelings. Just as suddenly as she had
 held me for that brief moment, her hand was gone,
 leaving me with a sense that there was still so much
 more. 

 We both sat down in sand, still out of breath with
 laughter. The sun was now a half circle on the horizon.
 Jenny held out her hand. "Can we be friends?" 

 "OK." Our handshake lingered on a little longer than
 usual before I answered. "Do you really think I'm
 pretty, or are you just trying to make me feel better?"
 
 Jenny returned something between a smile and a frown.
 Her look turned more serious when she spoke. "Of course
 I was serious. You have a kind of special glow... like
 a wholesomeness. It's hard to describe. I hope I'm not
 embarrassing you or anything." 

 "It's funny, I don't mind being a little embarrassed
 with you. I feel like I can trust you." 

 "Isn't that what friends are for?" She made little
 circles in the sand with feet like she was writing
 something. We moved toward each other slowly and
 hugged. Those feelings welled up inside of me again
 like a spring. Our bodies as one, I felt waves of
 emotion pass between us. But it was too uncomfortable
 for me to have those feelings with her, so I pulled
 away ashamed. There was a look of understanding on
 her face that told me everything was all right. I
 needed someone to tell me I was all right. It was that
 strange mixture of warm romantic feelings of love and
 the shameful guilt of having them with another girl
 that made me feel confused. What was wrong with me?
 Or was there anything? 

 Jenny noticed my quietness as I stared out to sea.
 "What's wrong, Sarah?" 

 "Oh, nothing..." I could tell that answer wasn't going
 to work. "OK, this is really going to be hard." 

 Jenny reached out and gently held my trembling hand.
 "It's OK. You cantrust me." 

 I knew she was right. "I...I have some feelings when
 I'm with you, It's not like love or anything, don't
 worry. It's probably because I'm so needy right now,
 so insecure about fitting in with everyone, going to
 school, it's just really har..." I broke into tears
 again. "I'm really sorry Jenny...I don't mean to be
 this way." 

 "Can I hold you?" She held her arms open and her eyes
 seemed to beckon me. 

 I slid over into her enveloping embrace. It felt even
 more wonderful in her arms crying like a baby. Through
 my teary eyes I watched the last rays of sunlight
 disappear into the waves as she slowly rocked me back
 and forth. At last my tide of my tears had subsided. 

 "Jenny?" I whispered. "Do you have a lot of
 boyfriends?" 

 She chuckled, throwing her long hair back. "They only
 want one thing, to get into my pants, I'm tired of it.
 There just seem so immature at our age. They don't
 know anything about real love." 

 "Do you? ... Know about real love, I mean." I blushed.
 
 "I know a few things, mostly self taught. But I'd like
 to learn more. How about you?" 

 I stared up at the passing seagulls. "Yeah, I think
 there's probably a lot to know. I've read a few things,
 but that's about it." I knew there had been a lot of
 changes going on over the last few years. Being a
 teenager was really hard, I knew that. I felt so alone.
 My parents, well they tried to help, but they didn't
 really understand what I was going through. I just need
 someone to help me find out who I am, I thought, while
 the sky overhead slowly turned from blue to black. 

 There were new excuses why I needed to go. But mostly
 I was just getting to uncomfortable. It was really
 threatening to let someone get this close to me, not
 just physically, but emotionally too. Jenny had broken
 through some sort of barrier with me, I can't explain
 it. 

 "Tomorrow?" asked Jenny. 

 I nodded, walking away into the twilight sand. 

 I hadn't told anyone about her. Not that there was a
 lot of people to tell anyway. That would probably
 spoil all those tender feelings I was having as I lay
 in my bed thinking about Jenny. About how we would
 meet again at the boardwalk again at the same time,
 my special friend. My secret friend.

 Another day had dawned with the light streaming in
 through the window. I sat on the edge of my bed
 contemplating the coming school year. The passing of
 the seasons was always a sad time for me, especially
 when summer turned to autumn. Like a sunset, it was
 watching something you love go away. I had seen enough
 of that when we had said goodbye to everything I had
 ever known. It was easy for me to imagine my friends.
 How they envied me because I was moving to a place
 they could only dream of or watch on TV. And I had
 shared that same excitement too. Now I would trade
 places with any of them. 

 Then my thoughts found their way back to Jenny. Jenny.
 My sweet memories of her still lingered as I rummaged
 through my drawers in search of something to wear.
 High above from my window, the view of the beach was
 beautiful. Only a handful of people were there now to
 walk their dogs or jog. Each day would bring fewer and
 fewer of them to our little seaside town. Just another
 way to say the summer was over I guess. 

 I never gave what I wore that much thought, but I
 couldn't decide today. Was it because of her? I stirred
 through my suitcase, still opened in the middle of the
 floor. It was packed with warmer clothes like wool
 skirts and sweaters. Remembering how cold it had been
 last night, I put aside a skirt and matching sweater
 for later. So what would Jenny think is pretty?
 Probably nothing that would look good on me.

 We dressed so differently. She to show off all that she
 had and me to hide all that I didn't have. I would
 spend most of this day as I had with others, sitting
 around in my room. Time could only drag along with the
 anxiety of my coming meeting with Jenny. I put on the
 pleated wool skirt and a pretty white blouse with a
 lace collar. Then a sweater with embroidered flowers
 on it. The whole thing looked kind of preppie. Suddenly
 I just didn't like any of my clothes and wished that
 Jenny was here so I could just ask her to help me.

 I could see her occupying my usual spot on the board-
 walk as I approached. There was a big warm smile and a
 wave when she saw me coming. Her raised hand shielded
 the setting sun as she spoke. "Hi! Cute outfit." A
 thumb went up. 

 "Thanks." I grinned, enjoying her attention. She was
 wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans today with a
 t-shirt. A sweater was draped over her shoulders with
 sleeves tied together in front of her. We looked into
 each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity. 

 "I was thinking we could go out to the end of the beach
 and climb up on the rocks." Her finger pointed the way.
 "It's low tide now." 

 We ran like the wind that blew the kites high up in the
 afternoon sky, chasing the birds along the water's
 edge. Water that no one dared swim in with it's bone
 chilling cold and rocky undercurrents. I could see the
 surf pounding the steep cliffs at the end of the beach
 as we got closer. Jenny slowed down to a walk, allowing
 me to catch up. 

 "Oh!" I gasped, out of breath. "It's so beautiful out
 here and I love to explore new things." 

 "Shall we?" Jenny asked as she started climbing up the
 rocks, turning back to offer me her hand. I knew it was
 only an excuse when I told her I had problems
 balancing. It was just that I really wanted to hold her
 hand forever, it felt so wonderful. We found a nice
 place to sit down nestled among the the jagged out-
 croppings. Side by side we looked out at the setting
 sun from our safe hideaway. Holding her hand any longer
 would have been too revealing, but Jenny gazed into my
 eyes softly to calm my fears.

 "It's OK. Are you afraid?" 

 I lied down into her lap. "Yes, I'm afraid of my
 feelings for you." 

 She smiled, slowly caressing my hair. "What are you
 afraid will happen?" 

 "This is going to sound really funny, but...what if I,
 well...fell in love or something, not that it's going
 to happen or anything." 

 "Have you ever been in love before?" Her voice was so
 gentle, so reassuring. 

 "Not like this. *No* I mean I haven't had *feelings*
 quite like this. I feel so silly." We both started
 giggling. Laughter poured from me as if there was no
 end to it. Finally we stopped, making eye contact
 again. Everything was so warm and safe with my head
 tucked into Jenny's lap. The thought of having to leave
 her saddened me. She bent down and kissed my forehead
 tenderly. I shouted to her from inside to kiss me again
 and again.

 It took all the courage I had to pull her face back to
 mine and guide her toward my lips. I closed my eyes as
 we met, eager to embrace her lovely mouth. Intense
 feelings bubbled up through me as our kiss lingered in
 the warm afternoon light. But darkness was slowly
 approaching our secluded hideout and staying much
 longer would mean a treacherous climb back down in the
 darkness. I felt torn between my longing to be close
 to Jenny and our need to get back. We climbed back
 down the rocks with the last rays of purple light
 guiding our way. I could already see some of the
 brighter stars when we said goodbye for another day.

 "Would you like to come over tomorrow? I asked, afraid
 of being rejected. 

 She answered enthusiastically. "I'd love too. Where do
 you live anyway?" 

 I pointed out my house which was easy to see from where
 we stood. 

 "Oh wow!" She beamed "You're *so* lucky! I live about
 a mile from the beach." 

 "Why don't you come over at around ten." I suggested.
 "Give me a call. My number is 5922." 

 With a wave she was gone, leaving me alone with my
 chaotic thoughts and intense desire for her. My walk
 back home was filled with a mixture of guilt, joy and
 excitement. She's coming over tomorrow, I thought. I'm
 going to be so nervous. My room's still a mess, what
 will she think? I raced back the rest of way to get
 things ready for Jenny's visit. 

 Mom barely had time to say hello as I sped up the
 stairs to my room. I hid most of my clothes, afraid
 of what Jenny might think of them. I felt really
 foolish doing it. So far she had liked me the way I
 was. I shouldn't have to change now. It didn't take
 long to pick up the few things I had and make my room
 presentable. 

 A light wind blew my curtains, tossing and turning with
 me into the morning hours. It *did* feel like love.
 Those wonderful warm feelings kept telling me. Why
 couldn't I just admit it? But that would mean I was a
 lesbian, wouldn't it? I couldn't understand why this
 had to be so wrong when it felt so right. 

 The telephone's ring finally woke me. I glanced over
 at the clock and panicked. 9:30! Oh my goodness! And
 that's got to be Jenny calling. The phone stopped
 ringing, mom or dad must have gotten it. I flew down
 the stairs in my nightgown. 

 "Sarah?" Mom called over with her hand over the mouth-
 piece. "There's a Jenny on the phone for you? New
 friend?" She smiled. 

 I smiled back, skipping over to her. I was sure that
 she could see how happy I was that my *special* friend
 was on the phone. Little did she know just how special
 Jenny was. Mom kept her waiting a little longer,
 tightly covering up our conversation with her hand.
 "I'm *so* glad you found a new friend, Sarah! I was
 starting to get worried about you." She handed me the
 phone and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

 "Hi Jenny! It's so good to talk to you again. I really
 miss you." Her voice sounded so sweet over the phone.
 "I'm feeling so girly today. Think I should wear
 something really pretty?" 

 That comment made me feel all weak inside, I couldn't
 wait to see her. "Yes!" I answered. "I *love* pretty
 clothes. I'll let you go so you can come over right
 away. See you soon, Bye." 

 Now I was completely nervous. What was *I* going to
 wear for her? In no time at all I found myself
 searching through my clothes again. Mom always told
 me that women dress for other women. She was right.
 Would she help me if I asked her? I wondered. 

 My mother had a way of sensing when I needed her and
 soon her head was sticking in through my open door,
 just to see if I needed anything. She seemed almost
 as excited as I did. I was afraid she might get
 suspicious though. Wouldn't she wonder why I wanted
 to look so nice for another girl?

 "Mom, I feel really silly, but I don't know what to
 wear. I hope you understand." 

 She nodded coming over to give me a hug. "It's Ok
 honey. I'll help you. Now let's see... Let's find your
 prettiest dress. You were planning on wearing a dress,
 I hope." 

 "Yeah, yeah, mom." She was making me blush now.
 Actually I avoiding wearing dresses because of my
 underdeveloped figure. Suddenly I felt very self-
 conscious. "You know, mom....I think I'm just going
 to wear to some nice pants, OK? I'm afraid of over
 doing it." 

 Mom knew what was going on, she always did. She dug up
 some pants with a feminine print that looked good and
 tossed them on my bed. I searched for the right blouse
 to wear. I ended up with a plain looking light blue
 one with a high collar. It was depressing. Until I
 heard the doorbell ring. My mood instantly improved
 as I stumbled down the stairs, practically knocking my
 mother down in the process. 

 I felt my heart flutter when I open the door and saw
 her. She was absolutely beautiful wearing a peach
 colored sundress with a tiny flower print. Her hair
 was in french braids accented by a flower on each side
 and delicate heart shape gold earrings. I was surprised
 to see that she had no shoes on, but with such pretty
 feet, it would have been a shame. I stood there with
 my mouth half open, gawking at her. I felt kind of
 stupid when I realized it. 

 "Hi Jenny! You look so pretty!" 

 She blushed a little. "Thanks." 

 Then I introduced her. "Jenny, this is my mom. Mom
 this is my new friend Jenny." 

 Mom had a big smile on her face. Jenny's gold bracelets
 caught my eye when they shook hands. She was so glam-
 orous, but not in a showy way. If there was any makeup
 on her face it sure wasn't much, not that she needed
 it anyway. 

 She was drawn to the window when we got upstairs to my
 bedroom. "What a view! It must be so wonderful to wake
 up to this everyday." I looked at her thinking how much
 more wonderful it would be to wake up with her everyday
 but I pushed those feelings away. The guilt had come
 back. Had we really *kissed* each other just yesterday?
 No, I thought, not even willing to admit it to myself.
 And what about her feelings for me? How did I even know
 she had them? She turned away from the window and gave
 me a warm smile. 

 "I really like your dress, Jenny. I wish dresses looked
 that good on me." 

 She tried to cheer me up. "I think you would look nice
 in a dress. Would you mind if we picked something out
 together?" 

 It would be so embarrassing to go through all of my
 ugly clothes with her, I thought. Everything I had was
 probably really out of style, but I wanted so much to
 wear something pretty for her. 

 "OK," I blushed. "But please try not to laugh at my
 clothes." 

 She hugged me sympathetically. "Sarah, I wouldn't do
 anything to hurt you. I want you to know that." 

 Soon there were piles of clothes everywhere. Jenny
 would make little comments about each piece we pulled
 out of a drawer or my suitcase. Mostly positive, she
 always found something nice to say about everything I
 had. I could tell her favorites were going into a
 separate pile. 

 "You have a lot of really cute things in here." Her
 eyes lit up, pulling a dress off the stack of her
 favorites. "This is *so* darling! I love these poofy
 sleeves, they're very romantic." I liked the dress
 too. It was a dark blue gown with a row of ruffles at
 the hem line and a lace trimmed collar. I'd only wore
 it once to a wedding. 

 "Can you model it for me?" She asked so nicely that I
 couldn't refuse. Couldn't *resist* is a better way to
 put it! She turned around while I put it on for the
 surprise. I felt waves of warm feelings pass through
 me as the satiny fabric slid over my body. It was
 scary to admit it, but dressing up for Jenny was
 definitely getting me excited. Especially knowing that
 it was something that *she* had picked for me. 

 "Ok, you can look now." I announced, turning red in
 anticipation.  

 Jenny clapped her hands together in approval running
 over to me. "Oh! You are simply smashing in that dress.
 Let's dance!" 

 Before I could object with my usual dancing excuses
 she was waltzing me around my room in circles. "Just
 follow my feet...one-two-three...one two three." I
 tripped all over her, giving us both a bad case of
 the giggles. And those wonderful tender feelings just
 kept rising up inside me, making me feel so weak all
 over. We both fell onto my bed with out of breath
 laughter. Finally I caught my breath. I noticed her
 adorable french braids again and had to complement
 them. "Jenny, your hair is so pretty, can you teach
 me how to do those braids some time?" 

 "Do you have a brush?" She asked, taking my hint. 

 I tried not to be too obvious when I ran over to my
 dresser to find one. That mischievous smile of hers
 told me that she knew. I could only hope she was
 getting as turned on by this as much as I was. 

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