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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. ------------------------------------------------------ The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 7 by Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi) My mother was so efficient at reducing me to the lowest life form on earth. I really don't know how she does it or why, but when she does, I completely freeze up in- side. Unable to think or act in a rational manner, I become her ugly portrayal of myself. I even start to believe she's right after a while and behave according- ly. It was little wonder why most of my time was spent away from her. A warm sunny rock had become my chair. From there I could watch the waves roll ashore, listen to the gulls calling overhead and feel the chill that told of the coming season. Just sitting there made my depression start to lift away like the breeze that blew in from the ocean. How could I be getting tired of a place like this? It was so beautiful. You need friends to be happy, I concluded. Not that it was some major discovery or anything, having lots of friends was just something I was accustomed to. At least Jenny did have other friends which was more than I could say for myself. Maybe our friendship was really hurting me, giving me an excuse for my shyness, making it all too easy for me to hide away. There wasn't much to do, whittling away at the few remaining days before school started. I didn't feel like doing anything or meeting anyone, just being with Jennifer. I could see her sun lit hair flying around in the breeze as she walked toward me. Even at a distance I could recognize her, feel her warmth inside of me. Somehow, nothing else seemed to matter now, only Jenny. Her smile made me feel lighter as I watched her coming closer. There was a part of me that still wanted to look sad and hurt for Jenny. No doubt she would try to cheer to me up if I was. Jenny ran over as soon as she noticed me. "Mind if I join you?" The rock was small, but I gladly slid over to make room for my friend. Remember, I told myself holding back a smile, you're sad and hurt. Well, it *was* true. She picked up a stick and starting drawing little hearts in the sand, flushing out a small cloud of flies from their home in the seaweed. Tiny legs appeared from the bottom of a shell and carried it slowly across the sand. It stopped just a few inches from Jenny's stick. "That's a hermit crab." She informed me. "When they get scared they climb back inside their shell. As soon as it's safe, it'll come out again. Watch." After a few minutes the shell rocked back and forth a few times, then continued it's journey across the sand. Jenny reached into her purse. "I've got something that will make you feel better." I was still too sad and hurt to talk, but perhaps there was something she could do to make me feel better. It was worth a try. When I saw the hairbrush in her hand and that cute little giggle of hers, I couldn't hold back from smiling. The feeling of Jenny's hands on my shoulders, gently rotating me into position, was just enough to get the blood flowing to all those excitable areas of my body. My silence was broken. "Just so you know, my hair is *incredibly* available ...for brushing." Jenny laughed, pushing the brush through my hair. "Is it... available to for a date? How...about to be in love...is it available for that?" I didn't bother to hesitate with my answer, "it's available for *some* kind of sex, I think." The brushing continued, occasionally interrupted by Jenny's fingers petting my hair. "I love the soft feeling of hair across my nipples, have you ever felt that?" Was she talking to me? She must have been judging by my rapidly weakening state. "No." I blushed. "But the idea sounds nice. And of course my nipples *are* very friendly, which I *think* you remember." She remembered all right. How could she possibly forget how much I enjoyed having my nipples sucked, twisted and pulled in and out of shape. When she *demanded* to know how sensitive they were? It should have been quite clear at that point that they were *very* sensitive. I was again reminded of that as they brushed the inside of my blouse, making them even harder still. The brush stopped half way through my waist length hair. "Oh god!" Scowled Jenny. "Here comes 'lover boy'." I shuttered, already feeling embarrassed. "Your old boyfriend?" When I turned my head to look, Jenny's hand forcefully repositioned it. Then I felt the brush again. It was obvious at that point: She was planning on brushing my hair right in front of him! Oh no! "Jenny?" I whispered, not knowing how close he was. "I think this is embarrassing me? But I'm getting *really* turned on too?" Hopefully she understood. But there was no answer, just the static sound of a brush clinging slowly through hair. Inside me, the messages were a bit more mixed: "Tell her to stop." ... "No, tell her *not* to stop." ... "Don't tell her anything!" One thing was sure. My face must have been 5 shades of burning red by now. Every part of me felt like it was shaking as I heard the footsteps get louder and louder. My whole body felt electric, shrinking up in utter embarrassment, yet so excited to be on public display. The whole thing was definitely getting me even more horny, something I *didn't* need at that point. Jenny spoke in an upbeat voice. "Hi Tom. I have a friend I'd like you to meet. This is Sarah ... Sarah, this is my boyfriend Tom." She finally allowed me turn around and say hello, but one look at his snarling face was enough to make me turn my head back. Wait a minute. 'My boyfriend'? Did she call him her boyfriend? I must have heard wrong. I thought they had broken up, at least that's what she told me. "Sarah's having her hair braided, I think she's going to look really pretty that way." Each of Jenny's words was like a small electric shock travelling through my body. Was she teasing this guy or what? Or was she teasing me? Or both of us? I couldn't bear to think what was going to happen next. This guy would be telling the whole world about us. What was even crazier was how much I was getting turned on by that possibility! "So what's the big idea?" Barked Tom. "Huh? Just getting up and leaving me like that. What kind of crap is that anyway?" I started to get up, I don't know what I would have done though, if it hadn't been for Jenny's pressure on my shoulders telling me to stay put. Inside of me there was a dog growling, lifting up its lip to show the teeth. Then I couldn't believe my ears, Jenny started apologizing to that jerk! "I'm really sorry Tom, for leaving you." "You're *mine*, do you understand me? You're not going to walk out on me like that, make *me* look like a fool in front of *my* friends. Don't *ever* do that again. A bunch of the guys are going out tonight with their girlfriends. You're invited. We'll be at the boardwalk at 8. See you later." Off he went in a rage, stomping his way down the beach. I was completely shocked. "Does he always talk to you like that?" "It's just that tough guy act, you know, football star, sports hero. He's got quite a flock of followers too. Inside that tough outside there's a warm, thoughtful person inside. He really needs someone like me to love him and bring out his good side." The thought of someone like that having a good side was sure foreign to me. It would take a much bigger person than myself to love a guy like him. He would talk to me like that exactly *one* time. I looked over at Jenny, her face numb and expression- less. "So how do you fit into the sports scene? You don't seem the type." "Don't laugh, but I'm a cheerleader," she admitted reluctantly. This was sure one day full of surprises. A cheerleader of all things. Boy, if I were a cheerleader, I'd be routing for the *other* team and Tom would get a pom-pom right in his face! It was getting hard to imagine how we were going to stay friends in school, our interests were so dif- ferent. I never could stand jocks, especially the ones like Tom who represented everything I'd come to despise in the breed. Jenny was busy braiding my hair as promised, stopping now and then to kiss the top of my head or hug me from behind. Her touch was so nice, so sensitive and gentle. "Why don't you try out Sarah...for cheerleading." "Cheerleading? ... Me?" Hopefully she was kidding. I felt so defensive trying to explain. "Well...I just don't think I'd be very good at it. I mean you're so pretty and popular, but I wouldn't-" Jenny cut me off, stopping in the middle of a braid. "Come on, how do you know if you don't give it a chance. Try-outs start in 2 days, why don't you come?" School was still 2 weeks away and already they were trying out for sports? Just how I wanted to savor the last drops of summer vacation, trying out for the cheerleading squad! "Can't they at least wait until school starts for all that?" I asked out of curiosity. "I guess they used to, but the football coach com- plained they didn't have enough time before the first games. There was big debate about it and he basically said 'this town has to decide whether it wants a winning team or a losing team.' I guess he won the debate. There's a big emphasis on sports right from the first day of school." Then she explained how they have a huge pep rally the first day to introduce the teams, and how the whole town shows up for the event. She said that some of the teachers make jokes like "I wish we had as many people at graduation." A seal bobbed up and down in the water, playing hide and seek with me. My focus went in and out, alternating between sharp and blurry as I contemplated school and pep rallies and cheerleaders. I was seriously debating skipping the whole "Pep Rally" thing, but Jenny would be so disappointed. OK, I decided. I'll go, but I would definitely be keeping a low profile. Jenny never brought up the cheerleading thing again, not until weeks later. Not that I was going to complain. The long shadows of passing joggers reminded me that another day was coming to an end. It made me think too, of how Jenny and I had spent that late afternoon nestled in the rocks high above the beach and how her warmth blended with the warmth of the sunlight. Her love seemed to flow through me, filling every crack and crevice in me. There really wasn't any point beating around the bush so I was blunt with her. "Jenny, are you very horny? What are you on a scale of 1 to 10 ... with 10 being the horniest." She paused for a minute after tying off the braid with a rubber band. "How about a 7." "That's high enough for me!" I answered enthusiasti- cally. "I'm at least a 12!" Well, my braids never got finished that day. Instead she took me by the hand toward our little hideaway in the rocks. More memories began flooding my mind from our first expedition there when we met. The setting sun, holding each other, the first kiss, my guilt feelings. All of it replayed in my mind as we climbed the steep rocks. Slowly we crept up the rocky ledges with our hands held tightly. When we reached our secluded little spot I was instructed to sit down. "Passively" was the word Jenny used to describe how she wanted me to sit there. "Weaker" was the word I would use to describe how that made me feel! "Now close your eyes and imagine that you are com- pletely helpless and want to be my captured love prisoner." I giggled, "I think I've been imagining *that* all day!" Jenny started playing with my hair again, using the end the of braid like a brush to tickle my neck and ears, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Then the braids became ropes to pull me back into her waiting arms. When I felt her breath like a warm breeze across my neck there was no mistaking what I would be getting next. "I *love* having my neck kissed, don't you?" Must have been a rhetorical question. Nodding in passive agreement, I threw back my neck with reckless abandon, giving Jenny final approval to do with me as she pleased. But Jenny didn't seem to need approval. The way she was holding me so firmly, the message was loud and clear: "You're getting *whatever* I want and don't you *dare* try to stop me!" I was ready to take my chances. "Oh what pretty earrings you have, the better to taste you!" She mused. I was glad she liked them, after all, I had her in mind when I put them on. Like many of the beautiful things I owned, the delicate gold earrings came from my mom. They were like small pieces of gold lace, each with a pearl in the center. I loved wearing pretty jewelry, especially if it encouraged *this* kind of attention from Jenny. Jenny started making out with my ear lobe, licking it all over as she went, slowly putting more and more of her weight on me in the process. Her arms slipped around me as I went down, insuring a soft landing. I remembered her instructions: "Imagine that you are my completely helpless love prisoner." Playing the roll of the "weak and submissive female" made me feel so intensely excited. Just lying there with my eyes closed, waiting for the next kiss, the next little nibble, the next stroke of her long sensitive fingers. And she always made me wait too, just knowing how much more it turned me on to be taken off guard, reminded that I had no control over what was happening to me. Eyes closed, I could only feel now as Jenny lifted up my blouse and slid her hands toward my anxiously waiting breasts. Then I felt the blouse being pulled and stretched away from my body. Next thing I knew, Jenny's head was coming in too! She groped around for my nipples as if she didn't know where they were. I'm sure! If her little charade was intended to turn me on even more, it was certainly working! My nipples felt like they were glowing with warmth as each one got a most *thorough* licking, her tongue making circles around and around and around them forever. I was quickly falling into one of those dream states again where I felt the my whole world floating away. Suddenly, everything came to a screeching halt when I heard a loud noise like a rock falling. I opened my eyes to see someone's hand reaching over the top of the ledge! Shit! "Jenny!" I whispered loudly. "Someone's coming!" She jerked her head out from my blouse, smashing me right in the nose! I'll tell you one thing, pain and pleasure sure don't mix! For the next minute or so I could only see stars. "Oh god! I'm sorry Sarah, are you OK?" I nodded briefly, still holding my hands over my face in pain. When I finally took them away to look, there he was. Tom. Just standing there with his hands on his hips, staring at Jenny with obvious discontent. That creep must have followed us! It was like I could feel the hairs on my head standing up in rage. Everything in me wanted to hit him, but I settled for the dirtiest look I could possibly come up with. But to him, I didn't even seem to be there. He barked at Jenny as if I didn't exist. "So, are you coming or what?" Jenny winced. "Oh yes, Tom. I really do want to." "Everyone is waiting for *you*. You're always making me look bad and I'm getting *really* sick of it too. Let's go before you do it again." Tom went first, carrying Jenny down behind him like some worn out piece of luggage. I could only watch in despair as her sad eyes disappeared over the rocks. It was all too familiar, just like the last time he took her away from me. She had mouthed a goodbye to me, probably afraid to even speak. The fire that seemed to burn in her eyes had been snuffed out so easily by Tom. Jenny's sad and frightened look would haunt me for days to come. But how could she let him do this to her? That was the hardest thing for me to understand as I stared out over the pounding surf. Just wondering a thousand questions. What was she attracted to in a guy like him? How could anyone tolerate being treated like a run over piece of road-kill. I just didn't get it. The tears came with no warning and flowed out of me, partly for myself and partly for Jennifer. She was so beautiful, so full of life. Watching her with Tom was watching her die and the pain I felt was almost unbearable. After waiting until they were long gone, I made my way back down the rocks, picking up the pace as the cold ocean mist surrounded me. Through teary eyes I watched the sun inch it's way over the horizon. Walking the length of the boardwalk was the shortest way home, but that day I would take a different route. It would have been too painful to see Jenny with Tom. Once in a group of people, she was so good at making everyone feel like they belonged, despite her own problems. The hurt she felt inside would stay hidden and watching her pretend would have made things even harder for me. Imagining Jenny was such a routine thing by now, it was almost as if she never left me. Like we were connected somehow. But still I felt torn apart from her. Hurt, angry, not willing to hide it or even pretend it wasn't there, I went straight past my mom saying little more than "Hi, I'm home, and I'm not hungry." The last thing I wanted was to do talk to her about any of this. That night I lie awake in my bed, holding out hope that Jenny would call. Telling myself that it really wasn't too late when I knew it was. She never did call that night, nor did she call the next day either. And each day that went by without hearing from her brought more sadness and pain. I just couldn't understand it. Why was she doing this? Did something bad happen to her? I kept telling myself that she was probably at cheerleading practice or something else, none of which I could get myself to believe. I rarely left my room as the summer days passed, instead finding comfort in my books with their own little worlds. Worlds that were happier than mine. Mom stayed out of my way, occasionally reaching out to me with a smile or a little present. She had seen me like this before and knew that I would come out of it in time. But time was working against me now. The numbers on my calendar counted each day as it went by. Twenty nine...thirty...thirty one, trickling away like the sand in an hourglass. I couldn't bear to turn the page to September. Preparing for school was something I just kept putting off until later, telling myself "I'll do it tomorrow." Knowing that preparing for school was more than just getting a notebook, ruler and some pens. No thought had been given to what courses I was going to take or even what I wanted to do with my life. I just kept wishing it would all go away, wondering if I would ever see Jennifer again. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sun, not thinking about adult situations. Do your part to make our world a little safer. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 11