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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 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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