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 Archive name: season05.txt (ff, teens)
 Authors name: Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
 Story title : The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 5 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 5
 by Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)



 I drifted in and out of sleep until the lines between
 the two became hard to recognize. Bits and pieces of
 my erotic dreams began to scroll through my mind at
 random. Each of them held together by a single common
 thread: Jenny. She was everywhere, in my thoughts, in
 my heart, and now in my dreams. I gently squeezed her
 hand, still in mine, watching a tiny smile appear on
 her face while she slept. 

 The full moon was like a bright car headlight shining
 through my window. Getting up to draw the shade would
 mean letting go of Jenny's hand, something I wasn't
 about to do. I wanted to wake her up and tell her how
 beautiful she was and how much she was loved. Just
 thinking about it made me feel so soft and feminine
 all over.

 Lately I'd been having more of those kinds of feelings
 than ever before. It was like Jenny had awaken some-
 thing deep inside of me, something intensely emotional,
 almost overwhelming. Feelings that seemed to wash
 through me in waves and carry me away, helplessly
 losing myself in them. I could feel that intense
 desire rising up inside of me for more. 

 Inching my way toward her, Jenny looked like she was
 made for snuggling, just the right size for me. But I
 just had to wake her up didn't I? That token fragment
 of guilt quickly faded in her warm glow. 

 "I'm sorry sweetie," Jenny's ear lingering of perfume
 as I whispered in. 

 She answered, still half asleep. "Is this a dream?" 

 "*You* are a dream" I touched the tip of her nose with
 my finger. "A dream come true!" 

 The arms around me squeezed a little tighter. "You're
 *so* cuddly," gushed Jennifer. 

 Ocean waves rumbled in the distance, hardly seeming
 anything more than so much background noise. Pleasant,
 they were only occasionally noticeable like the soft
 din of elevator music. They had gotten my attention
 again. 

 "Do they seem louder to you Jenny? ...the waves." 

 She paused, concentrating on the sound. "It might be
 foggy out there, It always sounds louder to me when
 it's foggy. You want to look?" 

 Her hand tugged mine until both of us were running
 over to the window like a pair of Christmas children
 waiting for Santa Claus to come. The view from my
 window was nothing more than the blurry light from our
 walkway lamp. A thick blanket of fog had covered our
 little world reminding me of a snowstorm as I watched
 the mist swirl around. Sometimes I would get up at
 night and go out when it was snowing. I felt that
 sudden urge again now. 

 Jenny liked the idea too so we bundled up for the cold
 and headed outside. Walking arm in arm along the
 sleeping streets at 2 in the morning, we expected to
 see no one. Only the long intermittent pulses of a
 foghorn punctuated the silence as we made our way
 through a ghost town of dimly lit store fronts, empty
 streets, and a lone blinking stoplight. It somehow
 really struck me that this was such a nothing little
 beach town, that's all it was. 

 "So how did you end up moving here?" I was afraid
 she'd get around to asking that eventually. 

 "Well," I answered reluctantly. "My parents had this
 farm in Nebraska that had been in the family for who
 knows how long. As time went on the big corporation
 farmers, as my dad called them, gobbled up all the
 smaller farms as they ran them out of business. But
 not my dad, he managed to hold out. It was like when
 you play monopoly and someone has that one property
 you need for a monopoly. That was dad. Every year they
 offered more and more for our land until this year...
 that's when he decided that he wanted to retire." 

 Jenny smiled that smile. The one that told me she had
 finally put two and two together. "I guess your
 parents are rich, aren't they?" 

 "I wish they weren't. I don't want to be treated
 differently because of that. It doesn't change anything
 with you, Jenny. Does it?" 

 That starry eyed smile of hers was really starting to
 worry me. "No, it doesn't. But it explains a few
 things. Like how your parents could possibly afford
 that house overlooking the ocean." 

 "Well that's not *all* they bought in this town." I
 looked around at several of the rentals they now owned
 without actually pointing them out. "They bought quite
 a bit of real estate here, it's no wonder they're
 already good friends with the mayor and who knows who
 else. I don't want any part of their money and
 influence, it all makes me sick." 

 Jenny looked me straight in the eyes, finally replacing
 that silly grin with a serious look. "I just want to
 know one thing...do you think your mom can take us
 shopping some time?" 

 We both burst into laughter, scaring away the seagulls
 next to us on the boardwalk railing. I watched as they
 disappeared into the thick fog. When I turned back to
 Jenny she was busy doing something on the railing,
 cupping her hands around the secret so I couldn't see.
 
 Finally she opened them up, revealing a small heart
 carved into the railing. Inside were the initials "J"
 and "S". 

 I wrapped my arms around and squeezed her tightly. "I
 really love you, Jenny." 

 Wanting so much to kiss her right then, I felt silly
 thinking someone might see us. With visibility down to
 about arms length, it was hardly what you would call
 kissing in public. We both looked around nervously as
 if synchronized by the same desire. Then we slowly
 moved closer to each other.

 It seemed as though we were kissing for the first time.
 Kissing in our special spot on the boardwalk where we
 met, a place now engraved with a memorial to our love.
 I shoved my hands into her pants pockets, redoubling
 my efforts on her lips. More than just the kiss was
 turning wet as our tongues approached each other,
 meeting, touching, then intertwining in an intimate
 dance. My nipples too had figured out that something
 was going on, judging by the warm tingly sensations
 they were having. 

 "Are you getting all *hot* and bothered?" I was asked.
 
 I grabbed her hand and jumped off the boardwalk, taking
 her along. "Yes, you are...heating and bothering me!" 

 We ran to the water's edge, swallowed up by the dark
 misty night. The waves rolled ashore while we sat just
 out of their reach and held hands. 

 "Jenny, what are your parents like?" 

 My question was greeted by a sad frown. "Oh, they're
 OK, I guess. My dad kind of scares me sometimes, he
 has this problem with his temper." Jenny stared down
 at her fidgeting fingers. "My mom says we all need to
 try harder not to get him upset, especially my brother
 Jim. He's always doing things that get my dad angry. I
 think most of it is his fault." 

 While she was talking I flashed back to that sad,
 broken figure on the sand. The pain all seemed
 connected in some way. Jenny looked like she was
 going to cry any minute, just like she had yesterday.
 The small beads of water that had formed on her hair
 made me think of tears. 

 Putting my arm around her shoulder, I spoke softly.
 "It's OK if you don't want to talk about it." 

 The conversation turned abruptly to the new school
 year. Not exactly my favorite subject, but it was such
 a relief to see Jenny's mood pick up when she talked
 about being a senior in high school and graduating.
 That was my main regret about moving in the first
 place, why couldn't they wait one more year? 

 There were more than a few things about my parents
 worthy of complaint, but the wet sand soaking through
 my pants distracted me. And back home, there was that
 nice warm comforter waiting. 

 Without any warning the lack of sleep had caught up
 with me again and the long climb back home drained
 the last bit of energy I had left. Jenny looked tired
 too, her pretty blue eyes now drooping with puffy
 bags under them. When we finally settled into bed, I
 fell fast asleep the minute my head hit the pillow. 

 The morning had brought with it incredible winds that
 seemed to shake the house to its foundation. The walls
 creaked and cracked as if they were alive. This house
 had seen 50 years of weather that was as rough as the
 jagged rocks to which it was attached. Surely it
 would survive what the folks back home would call
 tornado weather. 

 None of it seemed disturb my dearest Jennifer who lay
 asleep while I caressed her face gently. The first
 rays of sunlight dimly lit up my curtains, shedding
 just enough light for me to see her. That sweet face
 looked even more beautiful in the warmth of the morning
 light. I wanted somuch to wake her up, so much to tell
 her how much I loved her. 

 "Feel my love for you Jenny." I could barely hear my
 own whisper. 

 My stomach was starting to do some talking of its own
 by then. "Feed me! Feed me!" it cried. Would Jenny like
 breakfast in bed? I wondered, thinking about how I was
 probably going to be spoiling her rotten. But then, I
 always seemed to get plenty of spoiling from my mom so
 why not? 

 Things started humming in the kitchen and before long
 I had cooked up an inviting breakfast for two, decor-
 ated with some of mom's fancy tea settings and ornate
 egg cups. Even our everyday dishware made you feel like
 royalty when you ate from it. I wanted Jenny to feel as
 special as she was to me. 

 It was sheer determination that kept the tray full of
 eggs and toast and clinking teacups from falling as I
 made my way slowly up the stairs. I parked the whole
 thing on the bed and slid under the thick layer of
 down. Slipping into that warm bed was a lot like slip-
 ping into a bathtub. I found myself reminded again of
 my little bath adventure with Jenny. All those fragrant
 soft bubbles, her sweet smile, an endless supply of
 giggles.

 Then the touching. Our soapy nipples touching. "Look
 they're kissing." She had said. And speaking of
 nipples: Is that what I felt getting hard under my
 nightgown? How could I be horny at this hour? Maybe
 those erotic dreams I had were somehow responsible,
 their images scrolled through my mind in tiny
 fragments. 

 Jenny was always the main character. Jenny wearing a
 blindfold, Jenny quietly moaning, Jenny wildly rocking
 in orgasm. Her now tranquil face on the pillow reminded
 me of somebody different. The Jenny I had met at the
 beach. Someone I wanted to be closer to, more than just
 in a sexual way. 

 I used the toast like smelling salts to wake up my
 sleeping beauty, waving it back and forth in front of
 her nose until she came to. 

 "Oh!" She beamed. "What a wonderful surprise! Being
 served breakfast in bed makes me feel so cherished and
 loved." 

 We sat up in my bed bumped up against each other like
 two inseparable pieces of the same a puzzle. We fit
 so nicely into each other, I thought, looking down at
 the tray that bridged the tiny crack between our legs.
 It was hard to imagine getting anything done today,
 with Jenny here. I could easily picture us laying
 around all day in bed, rolling around and tickling each
 other, taking turns being on top in wrestling matches,
 and exploring each other sexually.

 I took a contemplative sip on my teacup. Then came the
 expected questions from inside me. What was I doing?
 Wasn't this wrong? Shouldn't I stop doing it? But the
 scariest of all was what if I'm changing my sexual
 preferences permanently by doing this. 

 Jenny interrupted her chewing. "Hey, what's going on
 with you? Are you OK?" You look so sad." 

 "I feel guilty again about what we've been doing. Do
 you think it's wrong?" 

 It didn't take her long to answer, like she had figured
 it out already. "No I think it's OK. I need to be loved
 and touched like we do with each other. I still like
 boys just as much, but I haven't found one who doesn't
 just want to get his rocks off immediately. I want to
 learn about my own feelings and have sex that's not
 just a physical 'knee-jerk' reaction. There's so much
 more." 

 "You're right," I agreed. "I never thought anything
 could be this beautiful and so deeply emotional. Maybe
 that's what's so frightening about it. It's like I'm
 losing part of myself and becoming part of you. Do you
 know what I mean?" 

 Jenny finished up the last corner of toast as she
 spoke. "Yes. I think I love losing myself in your love.
 To fall into your wonderful love, to fly away together
 into that special place, that secret place that only
 we know. That place that belongs to us." 

 "That's so beautiful, Jenny. You're going to make me
 cry," I sniffed. After she removed the empty tray I
 felt myself being pulled down into her lap, right where
 I really wanted to be. The feeling of Jenny's fingers
 combing through my hair was making me feel so loved
 and delicious inside. Getting out of bed before my
 parents came home was looking more remote all the time.
 I remember wishing that we were snowed in like back
 home. Then, you *had* to stay inside, and of course
 staying warm was the most important thing. But having
 spent her whole life here, Jenny probably had no idea
 what it was like. 

 I looked up at her. "We used to get snowed in sometimes
 in Nebraska, I wish I could explain what it's like." 

 Her laugh seemed mean to me at first until she
 explained. "There's parts of California that have
 snow year round, at least on the ground. I've been
 snowed in before up in the mountains. It's kind of
 fun. Why don't we pretend?" 

 "Wow! What a great idea! It's so windy right now, it's
 easy to imagine a blizzard out there. Do you think
 people will be smart enough to stay inside?" 

 "You're silly!" She tickled me. "Everyone knows that
 it's windy just by looking out the window!" 

 I rummaged through the Christmas box and covered my
 window with those phony snow flakes. When I opened up
 my window, the air that breathed in sure felt cold to
 me. It was amazing how it could be so cold here in
 late August. Outside it was cloudy again and the rocks
 we had climbed were obscured by fog. If I didn't know
 any better I would guess that it was at least November
 out there. It was a perfect day for pretending we were
 snowed in. I quickly ran back to my shelter under the
 warm comforter, after all, with a storm like this
 brewing I shouldn't take *any* chances! 

 Jenny received me back into her arms. I belonged
 there.

 "Get those *ice cube* feet off my legs!" She
 complained. 

 I explained, "I'm just trying to keep from freezing!"
 She wasn't buying my excuses and soon I learned what
 my punishment was going to be: more tickling. At least
 wrestling around under the covers was a good way for
 us to stay warm. 

 Too warm, that's what I ended up being after we finally
 settled back in to our familiar hugging position again.
 I couldn't tell Jenny that it was getting uncomfortable
 although it was hard to say why. The more I thought
 about it, the more insecure I felt about whether or not
 she really loved me. Hurting her feelings was the last
 thing that I wanted to do. Was I making her happy? I
 wondered. And what about all of the sex we were having?
 Too much? Maybe. What did Jenny want? What did I want?
 Suddenly, it all seemed to be confusing. All my
 feelings were becoming intertwined with hers and
 separating it all impossible. 

 At the same time I was horny, and wanted more of her.
 
 "Jenny, I'm really horny right now," I admitted, not
 so reluctantly. 

 Her answer surprised me. "Kind of submissive....that's
 how I'm feeling right now." 

 I replied, "What exactly does that mean," pretending
 to be confused. 

 "It means that I'm really not sure what I want, someone
 else needs to decide for me. I like to feel helpless,
 you know what I mean?" 

 Who exactly did she think she was talking to anyway?
 I wondered. I knew what she meant. Being overpowered
 but in a loving way like you know it's going to feel
 really good but you still know there's no choice.
 You're going to get it whether you want it or not. 

 I threw some fuel on the fire. "Isn't it exciting for
 you to *struggle* and know that you can't get away? I
 kind of like *that*! Get's me into a submissive frame
 of mind in a hurry." 

 Jenny agreed to at least try it. "After all," she
 said. "It couldn't hurt to give it a whirl, could
 it?" 

 With a tight grip on her wrists, I held her down on
 my bed. "OK, you can *try* to get away now." Jenny
 put up what you might call a fight, but it wasn't
 that hard to subdue her. In no time at all she found
 herself at my mercy with her hands held behind her
 back, exposed and completely vulnerable. Every time
 she tried to escape, I squeezed her wrists in all
 the wrong places until the squirming stopped.
 Eventually my sweetheart had learned a few things
 about being submissive. But guess if I was done with
 her? 

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