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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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