Passing of Seasons

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This story is written for adults and involves a consensual relationship between to 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 teenaged years!

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"The Passing of Seasons" Chapter 4 by Linda B.

I playfully rolled over on my side and held Jenny's shoulders. "It was kind of scary, like I was falling through a tunnel into another world. And I could see you fading away into the darkness. It was so beautiful but so frightening at the same time. Do you know what I mean?"

That smile she flashed at me had "understanding" written all over it. "It is frightening to be completely out of control and yet so freeing. It's like being out of your body....like your floating on a cloud or something."

"Wow! That's exactly what I was thinking, it felt like I escaped from my body! Like I could fly." I was so excited about her having the same thoughts as me. "Mom always says that when you're really really close to someone you often think about things at the same time as the other person. I could really feel your pain when your boyfriend came to the beach today. I wanted so much to protect you and hold you, it made me very sad."

She put her hand under my chin. "Thanks. It was really hard for me too. Especially leaving you. I know exactly what you mean about being sensitive. Sometimes I feel like I have a big antenna on my head, you know? It's like I can pick up all these feelings out there. It gets overwhelming when I feel really sensitive. Her fingers now traced the outlines of my nose and cheeks and eyes. So gently. So tenderly.

"So!" I jumped up to a sitting position. "What are you thinking about right now?"

She contemplated the question briefly. "I was just thinking about how much I simply adore having you play with my hair."

"I was thinking the exact same thing!"

"Were you really?" Her look of disbelief told me she knew better.

I braced myself for her certain retaliation. "Well...as soon as you mentioned it...yes." I couldn't hold back the laughter.

Next thing you know we were wrestling around in the bed like two playful kittens. How did she find my ticklish spots so quickly? There was only one possible answer. She had the same ones! My fingers jammed into her sides to find out. We rolled around on the bed tickling each other and laughing so hard we were both in tears. When we finally stopped, it was hard to tell which hurt more. My chest from all that laughing or my poor rib cage. I pulled her out of bed by the hand.

"Where are we going?" She asked enthusiastically.

The hairbrush I waved in front in front of her should have been answer enough. "I never finished doing your hair," I explained just in case there was any doubt. She sat down in the chair again throwing that beautiful hair back, folding her hands neatly into her lap.

I pushed the brush through her hair slowly. "What in the world have you been doing with your hair? I have to start all over again! Look at this mess!" Jenny watched me in the mirror shaking my head at her and laughed. She probably figured out by now that I had other plans for her. Plans that included the usual dose of teasing along with something a bit more serious. She'd have to wait to find out.

Her hair was going to get lots of brushing for starters. We'd just have to go from there. I worked my way through her silky tresses, stroking them over and over until every strand was shiny and beautiful.

"Ok, I want you bend forward all the way, I think I'm going to put your hair up really pretty," I instructed, pushing her head down to make sure she understood exactly what I wanted. Her long hair hung down like soft curtain while I brushed it up over her head. She would have to be complimented. "You have such nice hair. MMMMMM! So touchably soft and pretty! And, of course very kissable!" I decided that the back of her neck should be rewarded with a jackpot of kisses. "You're so pretty right here....and here.....and here ...and here!" Each spot got it's own kiss.

"Purrrrrrrrr" She blushed.

My hand slid up the back of her neck gathering up every hair tightly into a knot on the top of her head. Her bangs were combed and a clip with a big velvet bow added the finishing touch. She was so prim and proper looking with her hair like this. I found myself getting more and more turned on as we went along. "There!" I admired while turning her head from side to side so she could see in the mirror. "You need to relax more, there's too much resistance when I move your head around." I spoke with my "you better be obedient" voice. She nodded submissively. That was reason enough to continue moving her moving her head around to random positions until she could learn to be more passive. Jenny was a fast learner and soon her head was limp in my hands as I gently massaged her neck and shoulders.

Some of the shorter hairs on the back of her neck had slid away from their bondage. They didn't get far.

"These naughty hairs keep trying to get away!" I teased, pushing them back up and watching fall again. "I'm going to have to kiss everyone that trys to escape! Oh, There goes one right now!" And, as you could probably guess, lots of little kissies were soon to follow. I was somehow getting this feeling that maybe this just might be turning on Jenny. But then, one can never be sure, can one? Better to keep going then take any chances!

"Doesn't all that exposed skin on your neck and shoulders make you feel so soft and pretty all over?" I asked, kissing the little nook between her neck and shoulders gently.

She started to squirm uncomfortably in the chair. "You're making me cold, stop that!" My face was now getting squeezed between the side of Jenny's chin and her shoulder.

That only made me dig in a little deeper. "Ooooooh, what a pathetically..... poor thing you are!" The sarcasm was thick. "MMM-MMM-MMM! I'm coming down with a major crush on your shoulders! I love the way your bones are so delicate right here." My finger traced around her dainty collar bone on one side while I made out with the other side. By the way she was giggling and slithering around in her seat I could tell that she was getting really excited by all this. But then, how could I blame her? Especially when I was feeling so delightfully moist myself!

Jenny lips pressed against my ear, kissing loudly. "Oh my, don't we smell just darling! I just love that perfume on you." The sniffing continued making me blush.

"Well sweetie....seeing how your perfume smells so nice on me, I was thinking....that perhaps we could try some of mine on you." I looked at the pretty bottles under the mirror while I spoke.

"Can I smell first to see if I like it?"

The answer was a nonchalant "no". After all, she afforded me no such luxury. And she was advised that there had better not be any complaining either.... "or else"! Naturally, she would have to be teased first, I simply could not resist. I went through my perfumes one by one saying things like "Maybe we should try this one on her?" Then: "No, I don't think so." And: "Ooooh this one is so feminine!" But: "Maybe something else."

I stood at the mirror smiling at her reflection as I held up a bottle and pulled out the stopper. It was beautiful crystal with a lid that looked like angel's wings.

"Isn't this a pretty bottle?" I gushed. "Just wait to you smell it! You'll feel even prettier!" A wave of the intensely floral fragrance hit me, making me swoon. I walked slowly toward her swishing my hips in sexy, elaborated motions.

I walked around in back of Jennifer and whispered into her ear, "Now close your eyes and relax, my sweet flower. Now let's see how much you learned from our last lesson. Do you remember that? I believe it was called 'how to be a completely passive female prisoner' or something like that!"

A nod and a chuckle told me we were ready for lesson 2. I picked up her hand, finding it surprisingly limp. Into it went the perfume bottle, my fingers enclosing hers. The other hand was opened up and its forefinger pushed around the opening of the bottle in little circles. I worked Jenny's hands and arms like a puppet guiding her every movement. The perfume was tipped onto her forefinger and raised to her neck where it was gently rubbed in. Grabbing her hair by the velvet bow, I pulled back, stretching out her long neck. Another wave of intoxicating smell sent warm tingles through me. With her hair out of the way, there was so much bare skin to perfume together.

"Oh! That smells so romantic." Purred Jenny. "It makes me feel so girly inside."

I kissed behind her ear, whispering in. "That's why there's an angel's wings on the bottle. Your my beautiful angel, now you have wings to fly too!"

"I sure feel like i'm in heaven." She added. "Is it French?"

"Oui, Oui! It's...it's...parfum, right?" My French was a little rusty.

Jenny played the teacher. "Good! Now is it masculine or feminine?"

The student laughed at the question. "It's very feminine if you ask me!"

She shook her head indicating I was wrong. "It's le parfum. Sorry, but the French think it's masculine..... but what do they know?"

"My French teacher taught me an easy way to remember the feminine nouns. She said that everything beautiful is feminine. But I guess le parfum is an exception, huh?

Jenny gazed into my eyes. "You're not.....an exception. You're beautiful and feminine."

I sure felt feminine listening to her make me blush like that. The soft flannel rubbed against my erect nipples and suddenly the outside of me felt almost as warm and fuzzy as the inside. Then my hand wandered down the front of her nighty, stopping at her breasts.

"I just love how soft this cotton flannel feels don't you?" The palm of my hand slowly rubbing circles around those protruding nipples.

"From the outside or the inside?" She teased, pulling my hands under her clothes.

I took her by the hand over to my bed. I think she knew what she was going to get now! I sat up against the wall and pulled her into my lap. Then with two belts that were laying around I fastened our legs together.

"Now you can see how strong my legs are." I bragged as I pulled her legs apart with mine. A quiet moan oozed from Jenny's lips. Was she enjoying this? I would have to guess, she was so quiet laying back in my arms. The whole room smelled like the most heavenly flower garden, it made me feel weak at the knees again. I pulled her head back, draped her neck over my shoulder, and rubbed her nipples some more. I would slowly pull them out further and further, then let go. The whole process was repeated over and over again until I'm sure she was wondering if I was ever going to stop. Of course, I would, my hands still had some other chores to take of.

Jenny confessed. "I feel so helpless like this, so....wonderfully helpless." Maybe it was that extra bit of outward pressure that I had just put on her legs that made her feel that way. Or maybe it was my hand that slowly was making it's way to toward her pussy. Whatever it was, she had to have known what was coming next, judging by the soft moans coming from her.

I slid my fingers deeply into Jenny's pubic curls making her legs jerk inwardly against mine. I parted them as far as I could, pulling and teasing those delicious curls. Even the slightest pull would make her twitch. To me, that meant she would be getting a lot more of that before we were done! I had to tell her how cute her little curls were down there and how they would just have to be combed out to be even cuter. Some nonsense was mumbled about the comb tickling her. But did that stop me?..........How did you guess?

Meanwhile, my other hand was working her nipples, twisting, turning, pulling, and stretching. All the necessary ingredients for a soaking wet pussy. Of course that would need to be checked right away to see how she was progressing.

"Ooooooh!" Gasped Jenny, rocking back and forth while my finger inched its way into her vagina. "I love to be touched by you like this."

It was no surprise to feel how slippery and soft she felt inside. How inviting.

"Feels like somebody is getting all ready for something!" I observed. "Don't you just love being prepared?!"

"For what?" Grinned Jenny. Acting like she didn't know what was in store for her. Right! Did she expect me to believe something like that? No way! "Now where's that little clitty hiding?" I taunted. You are so nice and wet for me. Now how did that happen? Tell me now!"

She let out a few giggles before I started getting serious with her clitty. "There it is!" I rolled it around with circular movements making Jenny buckle against me helplessly, her hips moving with my penetrating finger. I could hear her panting faster and faster as I massaged her clitoris gently while kissing her neck and exposed ears. "Your little clitty keeps trying to get away! That silly thing, it always hides in the same spot!"

"Sarah, I feel like I'm flying. Oh, it's so wonderful. Please don't stop.... ...ever."

Uh-huh! How did she know what I was planning to do with her? I wondered. Ok, eventually she would be allowed to have an orgasm, but her teasing wasn't nearly completed. It was time for her first break and boy did I get to listen to more whining! I was being so mean! I was told. Terrible! And could that poor neglected little clitty have immediate attention? Clamping down on her breasts gave her something else to think about and the complaints faded quickly into moans when her nipples got a little "adjustment" done to them.

I was again enchanted by Jenny's beautiful long neck and delicate ears. MMMMMMM! The way those almost invisible light colored hairs hung down below her ears. And how sweetly they were adorned with those tiny golden hearts that danced whenever she moved her head. If I was developing an ear fetish, I would know who to blame. I just had to make out with that darling ear, the way it was just sitting there in front of me, asking to be kissed.

"I love your ears Jenny." I whispered in. "And don't they look fancy with those pretty earrings!" (More kissing). "Does your neck need some kissies too?" With all those goosebumps? The answer to that question was clear. (Lots more kissing!) Then back to that adorable ear. I just couldn't leave it alone! My tongue slid in under her earlobe, licking and sucking it, earring and all. Jenny's head was squirming now, not that it did her any good. Where did she think she was going anyway?

"I just checked my schedule, Jenny. It looks like it's time for your clitty massage appointment! Isn't that so exciting! This is going to be so much fu...un!"

"That just gave me another wave of warm shivers." She admitted foolishly.

My hand moved slowly down the front of her body, making little circles the whole way. Acting like it was going straight for her vagina, then backtracking just when its destination was becoming obvious. I wanted her to have plenty of time to think about her fate. And, just when she was probably thinking nothing was ever going to happen, I took her by surprise by abruptly inserting three fingers into her. No time was wasted finding her clitoris which was rolled around between the three fingers as if they were playing catch with it.

Jenny was now twitching and jerking in little spasms. Out of control. Her face looked like she was gone, in some other world. My beautiful angel had flown away.

Little "I love yous" were softly whispered into Jenny's ear while her clitoris was entertained by my fingertips. An "I lo....ve you", a little massage, then stop. Another "I lo....e you", more rubbing, then stop again. And so on and so on. I could feel her moving closer and closer to climaxing with every rub, squirming a wee bit more, panting slightly faster, holding me a little tighter.

Jenny's angelic face was so beautiful to watch. Looking at her made my insides feel like warm putty as the waves of emotion washed over me. Suddenly she came back to life, opening her eyes widely.

"Uh....uh....uh....uh.....uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I had all I could do to hold her in place when she climaxed, the bed felt like roller coaster going up and down. I thought her fingers were going to put holes in my legs where she was holding on. The movements slowly came to a stop. Both my arms were around her now holding tight, gently rocking my sweetheart Jenny. "I love you Jennifer" I whispered.

Moments of silence passed before she spoke. "Wow, what happened?"

"If I had to guess, I'd say you probably had an orgasm."

"Thanks for telling me." I detected a note of sarcasm watching her eyes roll upward briefly before closing again. "And what an orgasm! That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had! My whole body is tingling with warm sensations!"

Our lips met in a deeply passionate kiss as we held each other, cut short by the ringing telephone. I think Jenny was too weak to move so I had to leave her behind.

It was mom letting me know that she and dad had a wee bit too much to drink and would be staying over night, only if it were OK with me of course. What were they going to do if I said no? Drive home anyway? Mom was able to twist my arm and convince me that it was OK, I didn't want to make it too hard for her! Wait a minute, I thought. It's only 10:30 and they're too drunk already! What are they going to be like at 2:30 when they've finally had enough? No wonder they're calling me at 10:30. The first thing that came into my mind was Jenny. Not that she ever left it the first place. It was probably too late for her to call home and get permission to stay over but I would have to ask her.

I stuck my head into the bedroom doorway. "Jenny, are you awake?" A weak nod. "That was my mom. My parents aren't coming home until tomorrow night. It's 10:30. Do you think it's too late to ask your parents if it's OK to stay over?

"They probably don't care, but I'll call them." Jenny rolled out of bed and eased herself onto the floor like she was sick or something. The evening's fun was beginning to catch up with me as well. Suddenly I noticed how completely exhausted I was both physically and emotionally. The sound of Jenny's footsteps on the stairs seemed to fade in and out like there was wind blowing in my ears. I snuggled up under my cozy down comforter, chasing away the chills that snuck up on me. I struggled to stay awake, but when Jenny returned, she found me out like a light. Sometime in the middle of that night I woke to feel Jenny's hand gently holding mine. Such a wonderful feeling it was to be so in love with her, and cry softly those tears of joy.

"The Passing of Seasons" Chapter 5 by Linda B.

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 something 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 so much 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, decorated 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 slipping 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?

"The Passing of Seasons" Chapter 6 by Linda B.

"So, are you ready to let me do anything I want to you?"

She managed to squeeze in a "no" between all the laughing. Ok, fine, I thought. she'll agree with everything when I get done with her.

I decided to give her another chance. "I think it's time for some sweet little promises, don't you? I think you really want to be eaten don't you? Don't act like you don't know exactly what I'm talking about either! And you know what else I think? I think you should admit it right now or you're only going to make it harder on yourself!"

"MMMMM-hhhmmmm," giggled Jenny. Finally we were making progress!

I kept teasing and tickling her. "So that's what you really want isn't it?"

That nodding head proved that I was right. Ah-ha! I knew there would be a confession eventually, even if it was kind of coerced! Not only that, but she did end up giving me permission to have my way with her. A smart decision indeed!

First I stripped her of the nightgown. Then I went to my dresser and took out two of my silk scarves. Why didn't she guess what they were for, I suggested. And wouldn't she just love to know? All things in their time. Their own sweet time! When I returned to the bed she was laying there passively, waiting for what she was going to have done to her next, it had all been explained during an earlier conversation.

There was no need to explain the rule about "no peeking", not when I put the silk blindfold on her. It should have become quite obvious at that point! The other scarf would only be felt now, softly sliding over her erect nipples. Pulled tightly between my two hands and stroking, stroking, her breasts over and over again. And she seemed to like it too, judging by those tiny little mmmms that would periodically emerge from her lips. Not that it was a surprise or anything.

"So, what are we going to do with you now?" I asked rhetorically. It wasn't like I really needed any suggestions or anything! But Jenny seemed to be completely preoccupied with that soft silky feeling on her nipples and there was no answer. I stopped, hoping to somehow get her attention. Guess if she liked that!

Maybe she would like a little game, I thought. After all, games are fun.

I spoke to Jenny with my high pitched baby-talk voice. "How about a nice little game, sweetie? Aren't we just going to love that!"

"I'm not sure." Answered my playmate. "How do we play?"

"Oh you're part's easy," I assured. "You just lay there and try to guess where the next kiss is going to land. It's not one of those games where you have to keep score or anything, in the end, everyone wins!"

"Aren't you going to punish me if I guess wrong?"

I lifted up her chin with my forefinger, acting like I was offended. "Of course I am! Did we think we were going to get away with something? You'll just have to be teased until you start learning how to play the game. Ok, now it's time for your first guess."

A moment later came the answer. The wrong answer. No, it wasn't going to be the left nipple, but rather the right! I was glad that she expected to be punished for answering incorrectly, besides, it wasn't like she didn't deserve it or anything!

After a nice little smooching session with Jenny's nipple I moved away and made her wait for what was coming next. Hovering over her other breast, I kept my lips just a fraction of an inch away. I knew what had to be done, but still, some questions remained. Could she feel the heat of my breath on her nipple? I made sure of that.

Was she getting restless with anticipation? Those little squirms were giving her away.

And could she possibly be wondering what I was about to do with that darling breast? Not for long!

I clamped my lips down on her nipple, making sure it couldn't get away. Then it got the tugging and pulling of its life. Jenny sure seemed to be enjoying having her nipple pulled, sucked and stretched to new limits, although she never actually said she was. There were just all of these soft moaning sounds coming from her. It was impossible to be absolutely sure. One thing I was sure about though: She'd think twice before giving me the wrong answer again!

"Time for your next guess! Where is the next kiss going to be?"

There was a uncertainty in her voice. "Ummmm...my lips, that's it."

"But which lips are you talking about?" I wanted to make sure she was specific.

"The ones that you're making incredibly wet!"

"You mean your pussy lips?" I asked, trying to sound as if I had no idea what she was talking about. "You mean the ones between your legs." Pushing her legs part. "You mean these ones, right here. Is that what you're telling me?"

"Uhhhhhh....uhhhhhhh....huhhhhhh" She whimpered, indicating a "yes" answer. And just in time too! She was about to get in trouble again for taking so long to answer. Oh well. Who says life is fair! Tell you one thing though, it's a good thing she ended up with right answer after all that stalling!

I planted a big kiss right on her pussy lips. Oh yes, they were wet all right! But not as wet as they would get from the kissing party that was about to start! I had to hold her legs tightly so that she could be properly kissed, they just kept on moving around, even after repeated warnings.

"MMMMM-MMMMM....Kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss!" I teased before beginning a fresh batch of wet kisses. And did Jenny think I was going to stop there with just a bit of kissing? No-no-no! She was going to get some "French" kissing too.

It was time to tell Jenny exactly what she would be having done to her. "Jenny? Oh Jenny cutie. Time for some more kissies sweetie. And you know what kind of kisses your getting now, dear? French ones with lots of licking. Isn't that what you want? Or are we going to be bashful today?" Never really got an answer to that question, just a lot of heavy breathing, a few sighs, and an almost constant moaning as I started thoroughly frenching her.

This was a new experience for me, but I couldn't help remembering just how wonderful it felt when I got my turn at being tongued. How those warm waves of soft feeling flowed over me. That helpless vulnerability of being penetrated over and over. Wondering how much I could handle. Now it was my tongue that would have its way with her pussy, and all her squirming wasn't going to change a thing! Just when it seemed like she was really getting hot, I backed away. Now we wouldn't want to go too quickly would we? I had no idea how many orgasms Jenny had experienced, but I was going for the record. And hurrying was not the way to get to the top of the charts, I was sure about that.

Though she couldn't see a thing, Jenny's head turned form side to side as if she was looking for me.

"Down here sweetheart." I whispered, just before engulfing her breast in my mouth.

"Ooooooooh. I'm tingling all over again," purred Jennifer.

Each breast got another turn at being sucked and kissed. Then it was time to play with those nipples again. Well, I did give them rest didn't I? My fingers plucked at her delicious fruit with endless twisting, turning and stretching.

Eventually I did stop, only to be assaulted with all the usual complaints and distractions. First it was the blindfold that wasn't on quite right. Oh sure! Then that terrible wrinkle in the sheet right on her little ol' backside: I needed a detailed description of course. Oh, I felt so sorry for her! And whatever it was that I was doing with her boob? Could I just please be so kind to continue? Whatever that was. Jenny hadn't even noticed that I hardly was listening at that point. Instead I had got up to get her next little surprise. She just kept right on talking, that is, of course, until she felt another scarf slip into her mouth and gag her! That does seem to affect one's ability to whine.

"ahhmmmgggsssttttrrrrrkkkkk-mmmmmmm"

"What was that?" I chuckled, tying of the scarf in back of her head. "Now where was I? That is, before I was so rudely interrupted. You do remember what we were doing don't you? Maybe you need something to refresh your memory." Before she could say "Lick my lips" I was back, doing just that. About the only thing I could hear coming from Jenny was occasional whimpers. Nothing that gave me any reason to believe she wasn't absolutely adoring all the attention I was giving her pussy.

And speaking of attention, I knew what to say to get her attention. "Jenny? Do you think I can reach your clitty with my tongue? I'm just dying to see what it tastes like. I'll bet it's so tasty!" Her body starting writhing like a switch had been flipped on or something. What was she going to do when my tongue started attacking her poor helpless little clitty?

I shoved my tongue in as far as I could, desperate to find her hiding clitoris.

"MMMMMM, this tastes so good, yum-yum-yum!"

Trying to keep my tongue in her was quite a challenge, I must say. It reminded of me of riding a horse with all that bucking up and down, but I was determined to stay in the saddle no matter what. My tongue made circles around inside of her vagina, flicking in and out, relentlessly probing for that reclusive clitty. At last, I thought I could just get at it. With Jenny's entire body shifting into high gear like a sports car, I had to at least be getting warm. Then I stopped again and waited for what must have seemed like an eternity to her. In went my tongue, making her jerk violently. Then another wait, this time a little longer still. With hands clutching her head, Jenny slithered around like a snake, groaning deeply. It was obvious she wanted MORE!

It was, after all, only polite of me to ask her. "Would you like some more?"

Jenny nodded.

"Are you sure? I think your just trying to be nice. Are you just trying to be nice? Maybe I should have you beg! Would you like beg? Oh, that would be mean, wouldn't it? Of course it would! You're all gagged up, aren't you! That's right! I'm so sorry, I didn't notice. Maybe I can ask for you. How about that?"

Then, with my face right up to her pussy, I continued the teasing. "Please lick me! Won't you please lick me." I shoved my tongue in and out, in and out, in and out. Then I stopped. "My sweet little clitty needs so much pampering, and it just adores your wet licking tongue, won't you please eat me some more." To which she received yet another round of tongue intercourse. And another. She was getting close now, I could just feel it.

Then I tried something that I had only fantasized about. I lifted her legs straight up in the air and spread them out, ready to lick her good.

"Oh, god. That's scary Sarah. I don't think I can handle it."

"Please trust me Jennifer. I love you and I promise I won't hurt you."

"I feel so exposed, you couldn't imagine."

I couldn't imagine? Oh, it was very easy to imagine, in fact. It was very easy to imagine how I would feel having my legs held up in such a vulnerable position. That feeling of being trapped, with no way to escape being penetrated by a hungry tongue.

Slowly I continued to eat her, trying to stretch her limit one lick, one nibble, one kiss at a time.

I offered an analogy to explain what she was going to get next. "Jenny? Do you know how a dog licks you when it's really really friendly? Like when it's so excited to see you."

I knew she had heard me by the groans of pleasure coming out and their sudden and coincidental increase in volume. Perhaps a demonstration might help her understand things a little. Panting like a dog, my tongue wildly lapped at her exposed pussy lips like there was no tomorrow.

"Are you ready to be finished off now?" I asked, stopping to catch my breath.

"Mmmmm...mmmmmmm" Was all I got out of her. What kind of an answer was that

supposed to be?

"I asked you a question! And I'm not happy with the answer I got either!"

The appropriate punishment seemed to be more licking and then, just when she thought it wouldn't, my tongue plowed through the Jenny's pussy slit without any warning. I don't how far her body flew up off the bed, but it was a quite a ways. I was ready to bet she just loved being penetrated so briskly and being completely taken off guard. So sure, in fact, that I did it 5 or 6 more times just to make sure I was right! It sure was getting me excited to think about having my own pussy violated so suddenly like this.

With my face buried into her crotch, I gave her a licking she wasn't ever going to forget. Holding her flailing legs in place seemed an impossible task at times, but hold them I would.

Twisting, turning, Jenny writhed on the bed, my tongue in pursuit the whole way. The only way to give her a proper licking (and she was going to get that one way the other) was to get completely on top of her and wrap my arms around those hips. This was the last time I was going to put up with all of this squirming. I decided that next time, she would be strapped down into place. And if I was lucky, perhaps I too would suffer the same fate! My tongue went back to work, piercing her over and over again like a machine until I could feel her whole body start tensing up.

I couldn't understand a thing she was mumbling. Just a lot of "Mmmmmmmm-mmm- mm-mmmmmmmm" or something like that. Then suddenly her whole body started moving in uncontrollable spasms and I could hear Jenny scream loudly as if the gag wasn't even there. I feasted on her pussy with reckless abandon, following her wild body movements all over the bed. Up and down she went with violent convulsions until slowly everything stopped, it was over.

I remembered how much I enjoyed cuddling after the orgasm Jenny had given me, so after removing her blindfold and gag I moved in for a snuggle. The poor thing didn't seem to have a whole lot to say about anything. Instead, she lied there quietly, eyes closed, kind of cooing softly like a dove. I held her there in a loving embrace, kissing gently until she slowly started to come back to life.

"I think I went to heaven," whispered Jennifer.

"That's where angels go you know." We smiled into each other and kissed.

The bright sunlight filtered through my curtains, casting its light on the piles of clothes, magazines and other miscellaneous trash strewn across my bedroom floor. Looking at the mess was depressing enough, but there was more where that came from in the kitchen.

Mom always said, "What you do in your room is your business as long as it doesn't affect me." The rest of the house, however, was a different story all together. Cleaning up was going to get put off until later, there were more important things on my mind. Kissing Jennifer some more, for example.

My lips felt like they were worn out already, like they were kissing somebody even when they weren't. It was a really funny sensation.

Before I had much of a chance to wear them out some more, I heard a familiar sound, an unmistakable sound. The front door had just closed. Which meant, of course, that it had opened. Mother was home! And I had left the kitchen a mess. A bad combination that was.

We both jumped out of bed and got dressed as quietly as we could.

I stayed hidden from view as I edged down the stairs slowly. It was just as I had suspected and she wasn't exactly quiet about cleaning up my mess in the kitchen. But she didn't seem angry either, whistling away as she put the dishes and pans into the dishwasher. Strangely, she never seemed to get mad like my dad did. Self control she called it.

"Sa....raaaah" My mother called loudly.

Backing up the stairs a bit, I answered. "Coming mom."

There she sat at the kitchen table hovering over the last bit of mess probably left there just for me.

"Your father had to take a flight back to Nebraska to take of some last minute business with the farm. He wants you know that he loves you very much. I wanted to tell you that." The harshness of her stare told my there was more.

I figured we might as well get things out in the open. "Are you mad at me about the kitchen?"

"I'm very disappointed in you." She deposited a cup into the dishwasher speaking in almost a friendly tone. "And I thought you cared about your father and I." Her head shook with a disgusted expression. "We do so much for you. Is this how you repay us? We do everything we can for you. We don't ask much either. No we don't. I thought you appreciated us taking care of you. I guess I was wrong."

A dog. That's what I had become. Like when they crap on the floor and see the rolled up newspaper coming. They know what it's for. But this was worse.

She put another cup away loudly.

I was starting to cry at that point when mom spoke again in this kind of artificially cheerful voice. "Why don't we finish this up together, I think that will make me feel so much better about you and I, don't you think so? I think it will make you feel better too."

I had frozen up inside, unable to talk or think, my movements mechanical and void of emotion.

Jenny walked down the stairs cautiously as if she knew something was going on.

"Well....hello there Jennifer!" Shouted mother acting like everything was just so wonderful. "It's so nice to see you again. Did you to have fun today? I'll bet breakfast was just delicious."

Jenny nodded politely, turning toward me. Her face was so loving and understanding when her eyes met mine. The ice inside me was already beginning to melt. But the tears were starting to push out, they wouldn't be held back much longer. Just long enough for me to run out the door, Jenny right behind me, finally grabbing my hand at the bottom of the driveway. I turned around fell into her waiting embrace. At that point I really needed Jenny's love, but everything inside of me was recoiling away from her in pain. Feeling my resistance, she let me pull away.

We walked past the familiar shops and houses to the beach not saying a word.

When we got to the boardwalk, some of Jenny's friends were gathered together on their beach towels in the sand. They were all waving and motioning for us to come over but I just wasn't in any kind of mood to meet them.

"I think I need to be alone for a while Jenny." A party pooper like me wasn't something she needed right then and I could see Jenny felt torn between helping me and being with her other friends.

"Are you really sure? I'd rather be with you if you want me to."

I shook my head. "Thanks Jenny, but go ahead. I'll be OK. I just need some time to think."

So we went our separate ways. She to be with her friends, me to be alone.

I felt so sad and yet so envious of her popularity. I had always been somewhat of a loner, but living in a place where I knew no one was threatening to make my life even more solitary.

The deep rumbling of the ocean waves was so calming, so healing, as I walked along following the small birds in and out of the tide.

"The Passing of Seasons" Chapter 7 by Linda B.

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 inside. 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 accordingly. 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 expressionless. "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 different. 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 complained 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 enthusiastically. "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 completely 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.