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Author: Neko Niece

Keywords: g(12), No-Sex, Slow-Build

Summary: When Sarah was invited to spend the night at her friend 
Josie's house, she starts starts making plans. However, she doesn't 
know if she will be able to go through with them or not. 
Only time will tell.



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Reflections of Serenity

Josie's Dad
Chapter 1


   Josie Wheeler was my best friend in the 7th Grade.  We did absolutely
everything together.  Well... Not exactly everything mind you.  She was
they type of person that thought sex was dirty.  She never wanted to joke
about it and always left when anyone brought the topic up.  So needless to
say, we were never intimate on that level.  Which was ok by me.

   We were both only children, so we were always together.  Sleep-overs,
movies, bikes.  You name it, we probably did it.  I wish she was still in
my life today.  I miss her terribly.

   The night I am about to tell you about happened on Josie's 12th
Birthday. I was already 12 and had been for a few months.  She, of course
had been terribly excited all week.  I didn't blame her because I was
excited too.  Her parents were on the wealthy side and didn't mind spending
a few bucks here and there.

   The day had been an absolute blast.  There were 9 girls total, plus
Josie's Mom and Dad.  We had to take two cars to get us all to the indoor
water park.  I, of course, had the privilege of sitting next to Josie both
on the way there, and back.

   The water park was fun.  There were sliding tubes, inflatable rafts,
floaties, spurting streams and great torrents of gushing water that would
drop unexpectedly from somewhere in the ceiling.

   We had pizza, cake with all sorts of soda.  We played games and swam the
entire day.  It was exhausting, but fun.  Josie really liked the bracelet I
got her, which really made me happy.  There were two charms on it.  An S
and a J, for our initials.  We never had a lot of money, so it wasn't
expensive and I was worried because her mom and dad could have gotten her
something a hundred times more expensive.

   All fun things come to an end however, and that day was no exception. 
We got back around seven that night.  Girls were sent home with their
families with a small gift bag of their own.  Mine had a bottle of bubbles,
three dozen candy bars, nail polish and sparkly eye glitter.  I knew I
would save them forever, even after the contents were gone.  I am like
that, saving mementos here and there.  Small things that hold memories are
important to me.

   Soon it was just me and Josie.  We had arranged beforehand for me to be
able to spend the night, and I was certainly looking forward to it.  I gave
Mr Wheeler a shy glance.  Now that everyone was gone, my plans were
drifting back to me.

   I've had a crush on Mr Wheeler all summer.  Ever since Josie had invited
me to her house that first time.  He was smart and incredibly handsome, I
thought.  Slightly rugged with his 5 O'clock shadow.  His brown hair was
wavy and thick and not a touch of gray at all like my Dad.  And he was fit
too!  You could tell because while he didn't wear ultra-tight clothes, they
weren't exactly loose either.

   The think I liked most about Mr Wheeler though was how he treated me.  I
was never just some kid to him.  Instead, he treated me like I was capable
of independent thought.  He showed me both kindness and respect and I loved
him for it.

   I really wanted him to take me in his arms and make love to me.  Yes,
having had sex previously, I knew all about what went where and the
glorious feelings that accompanied it.  Ever before my first full orgasm
last year, I had been hooked.  Now it was my turn to show Mr Wheeler just
how much I knew.

   I was a little frightened though.  The only penises I had seen in real
life were older boys.  I knew that a man's dick was a lot larger.  Jackie,
my old babysitter had showed me magazines and also pictures on the
internet.

   The pain her going away was still incredibly painful.  She's left for
college the previous year and I missed her dearly.  It wasn't quite as bad
as it first was when she left.  Most times I can ignore it.  But sometimes
it comes rushing in.  Like now, and I just want to sit down and cry.

   But I couldn't do that now.  I wiped my eye with my sleeve, realizing I
had missed something.  "What?" I asked trying to look cheerful.

   Mrs Wheeler gave me a weary look before answering.  "I asked you if you
wanted to use our bedroom shower to rinse the chlorine off while Josie is
taking hers."

   The thought of being in the same shower that Mr Wheeler got naked in
every day made my tummy flutter.  I had never even seen their bedroom
before, let alone their bathroom.  At least for the moment, thoughts of
Jackie had been pushed to the rear of my mind.

   "Yes, thank you," I told Mrs Wheeler.  I always made it a point to be
extra polite to them both.  I wanted to be liked a lot.

   Mrs Wheeler smiled at me.  "Come along then," she said holding out her
hand to put it gently on my shoulder as I came near.  With my bookbag
stuffed with clothes, magazines and makeup held tightly in my sweaty hands,
she guided me upstairs and past Josie's room and the upstairs bathroom.  We
went to the end of the hall that was lined with school and family
portraits, to the white door that had always remained closed for as long as
I could remember.  To the right was a small rectangular table with a
flowing white doily used as a table cloth.  On the table top were more
framed pictures and knick knacks.

   I'd been than far before, very cautiously and usually alone.  However,
Josie couldn't be talked into or cajoled into opening the door.  No matter
what I had said, she steadfastly refused.

   Left up to my wild imagination the room was filled and refilled,
depending on my mood.  From wild sex toys and machines, to lush indoor
gardens, my mind was in a tumult of curiosity.  All my questions were about
to be answered.

   Mrs Wheeler popped open the door as if it were nothing in the world and
walked into the shadowy room to flip on a light.  I stood at the threshold,
awe and disappointment warring within me.  The room was completely normal.
Gorgeous, but normal.

   A thick cream colored rug covered the entire floor, broken by a colorful
throw rug as an accent to the mahogany dresser or the huge brass four
poster bed.  A large bay window set in the rear of the room was nestled
between two large bookcases that were filled with books, knick knacks,
pictures and other trinkets.

   "Bathroom is this way," she announced as she opened another door
opposite the bed.  I walked slowly, trying to take everything in.  I
marveled at the ceiling as it spun quietly above the brass and painted
glass chandelier that hung below it.

   "I see you like our room?" asked Mrs Wheeler amused.

   I blushed.  "Yes Ma'am, it's beautiful."

   "I'm glad," she responded.  "Wait until you see the bathroom." She
pushed open the door and turned on the light.  A fuzzy white rug sat atop
glittering white tile.  The cabinets to the two-sink cupboards were also
white with brass fixtures.  There was a large, open Jacuzzi tub and a
separate frosted glass stand-up shower.  Everything in the room sparkled
and looked as if it had never been used.  Even the toilet sported matching
covers.  The entire bathroom was bigger than her room at home.

   Mrs Wheeler slid open the frosted glass door to the shower.  "I think
you should be able to handle it from here?"

   I nodded.  "Yes Ma'am," I replied.

   Towels are there," she pointed at a cupboard door.  "Feel free to use
whatever care product you want.  Just tidy up a bit when you get out."

   "I will, thank you," I promised.

   She smiled and let herself out, shutting the door behind her.  Suddenly
it was my own face that was looking back at me from the full length mirror
on the door.  I reached up to touch my scraggly brown hair that had dried
mostly in clumps and tangle.

   "What am I doing here?" I whispered to myself.  I was a rag among fine
silks and in that bathroom, I surely felt it.  My clothes were a bright,
wrinkled mar upon the pristine whiteness of the room.  My sneakers felt
grubby.  Too grubby to even be standing on the floor.

   Brushing the hair out of my eyes, I huffed out a sigh.  There wasn't
much I could do about it now, I thought.  Setting my backpack on the sink,
I started peeling off my still damp clothes.  My skin was chilly and clammy
feeling from my swimsuit underneath.  I dropped my Tshirt to the floor and
kicked off my shoes.  I wasn't wearing socks so the insoles buckled as they
came off, sticking to the soles of my feet.

   Next I shimmied my shorts from my thighs, rolling them as I went just
because the damp denim material stuck to my skin.  They fell with a plop
around my ankles and I gave them a little kick so they landed atop my
shoes.

   Watching myself in the mirror, I brought the black straps of my
one-piece bathing suit down off one shoulder, then the other.  It had
become a semi-ritual to check for growth but no matter how hard I looked,
wished and prayed there had never been a sign that they were growing. 
There would be no exception tonight.

   I slipped my hands under the damp nylon, my skin feeling cold and
clammy. The contrast under my warm hands gave me goose bumps and caused my
nipples to tighten.  I passed my hands over them, enjoying the rivulets of
tingles that cascaded through my chest.

   Pushing down the material, I pushed my non-existing breasts together. 
As usual, instead of cleavage, it just looked like bunched ski.  I sighed
in exasperation as I shed my bathing suit the rest of the way and kicked it
to join my shorts.

   Like my breasts, puberty had yet to mark my pussy.  The only hair was a
fine downy brushing of nearly invisible hairs.  One day, I knew they would
darken and lengthen, but I was in no hurry for that part.  I liked the way
it looked and knew I would start shaving once I had the need to, just like
Jackie did.

   As I thought about Jackie, my hand found its way to my sex and I
shuddered with the surge of desire that washed over me.  I breathed deep
and forced myself to stop.  There wasn't time for that, I scolded myself. I
brought my hands up, tucking them under my arms as the feeling passed.

   With a fierce determination, I turned back to the shower.  I grabbed
hold of the shiny brass handle and pivoted it to the left, hoping that was
they way for hot water.  The shower head burst into life, sending a storm
of droplets into the stall.

   Once it was warm, I stepped in and sighed as the hot water rushed over
my cool skin.  It felt incredible as the water warmed me from the outside
in.  Putting my head back into the cascade of water, I shook out my hair,
running my fingers through the straggles.

   Time enough I searched for soap and found a bar of a floral scented bar
of almost clear soap in a plastic case.  It was half used, but it was more
than enough for my small body as I took my time lathering under the warm
water and finally rinsing.  When it came to my hair, there was literally a
small shelf of full of shampoos, conditioners and body washes on the back
wall of the shower.

   I took my time in going through them too as some of them I had never
even heard of before.  My attention was caught by a small bottle called
Aveda Rosemary Mint Shampoo.  I snapped open the lid and was pleasantly
surprised at the subtle candy cane smell.

   Smiling, I put a big gob of it on my palm and ran it through my hair
quite vigorously.  I felt very Christmassy with the peppermint wafting in
the air.  After rinsing, I discovered their was a matching conditioner as
well, so I worked in a fistful of that into my hair as well.

   After my shower was done, I grabbed a towel from the cabinet and rubbed
myself dry.  Sitting on the closed toilet, I worked my brush through my
snarls, pleased that there seemed to be so few after all I had done that
day and wondered if it had something to do with the shampoo.  I really
liked it and was planning on asking Mom to try and find some.

   Once I had meticulously straightened up the bathroom, I felt a certain
pride in that it almost looked better than when I came in.  I just didn't
want Mrs Wheeler to regret having let me use it.  I left the damp towel in
the hamper and gathered up my wet clothes and put them into the Walmart
shopping bad that my Mom had me bring for just that purpose.

   Stepping into the panties I had specifically chosen for that night
caused a shiver to pass through me.  I had thought long and hard on which
ones to wear.  It wasn't like I had any sexy ones.  Mom just wouldn't let
me get any, no matter how I begged.  So the briefs I pulled on were pink
with a tiny bow in front.  They were a bit snug, but there was a trailing
of lace around the bands.

   I was satisfied with my choice after striking several sexy poses in
front of the mirror.  I just hoped he would get a chance to see them and I
wouldn't chicken out... again.  With a frown I pulled my nightshirt over my
head.

   Again, that was a difficult decision.  I had shorter nightgowns, and
even one so thin that you could see the outline of my panties with no
difficulty.  I chose this one over those because I didn't want to come off
looking like a slut and have everyone hate me.  The material was a pale
green and it came down to just above my knees, though the hem was split on
both sides that came up to mid thigh.  On the front was a teddybear sitting
on top of candy heart boxes.  It read "Give me all your chocolate".

   Grabbing my backpack, I took one last look around to make sure I hadn't
forgotten anything.  Satisfied, I picked up my shoes and left the bathroom
in just my barefeet.  I shut off the light and closed the door behind me.

   "Have a good shower?" Mr Wheeler asked.

   I jumped and spun around.  I wasn't expecting anyone, let alone him, to
be in the room.  But there he was, half sitting on the bed reading a
magazine.

   "Uh... Yeah," I said, having felt my brain collapse.  "Th-Thanks."

   He smiled and I melted.  "No problem Sarah.  Did you save any hot
water?"

   It took me a few seconds to realize he was joking and not criticize me,
and it helped me to relax.  "Yeah, there should be plenty."

   "Well I know a pretty girl like you needs her shower time," he added as
he stood, putting the magazine on the bed.  "Josie should already be down
if you want to join her for some TV."

   "All right," I responded still fluttering because he called me pretty.

   He started walking toward me and I blushed as the floor suddenly became
hugely interesting.  He stopped in front of me.

   "Sarah?" he said with an amused lilt in his voice.

   I looked up at him.  My heart was pounding and I felt incredibly weak.

   "Uh... could I get into the bathroom?  I'd like to take a quick shower
myself.

   Blood rushed to my face in abject embarrassment.  I was still standing
in front of the door!  "Oh sorry," I faltered as I skittered out of his
way. I felt so incredibly stupid.  There wasn't any way he would be
interested in me.

   Mr Wheeler chuckled.  "That's ok Sarah," he said as he passed and
smoothed my wet hair with his hand.  "Mmm Peppermint.  My favorite."

   I looked back up at him just in time to see him wink, before shutting
the bathroom door.  Giddiness had replaced my earlier embarrassment and I
couldn't help but grin.  I thought briefly about trying to spy on him
somehow.  The thought of him getting undressed just a few feet away was
making my groin itch.  Caution won over desire, however and I fairly ran
from the room.  I stopped only to chuck my backpack and shoes into Josie's
room before making my way back to the living room.

   My mind was already formulating plans and fantasizing about what could
happen.






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