Court Records Chapter One

The events in this story are roughly related to a specific court case which is completed, and now a matter of public record. Names, places and event timing have been altered; however effort has been made to accurately portray the substance of the case background and the court findings. To that degree the story is true.
Earlier events in this story may be much more inaccurate than those as the story moves along. Timing of these earlier events and correspondingly, the age of the young woman involved is much more a product of speculation on the part of the author, but it is based loosely on later depositions and court records as much as possible.
An attempt is made in the later portion to portray events as accurately as public record allows.

For Sarah Wanewrite this day began like so many before. She awoke when the first bright shafts of light came across her room. The far wall turned into a bright array of color. No one could sleep with such a bright show. Her large oak book cases started to glow. Her first thoughts went to the many good stories she had read, reread and then filed away in these enormous book cases.
Moving slowly, she slipped to the edge of her large king sized bed, pulling the covers into place behind her and sat on the edge for a moment before dropping several inches to the floor. Her night gown hung up as she slid from the bed to the floor, revealing young legs taking the shape of early womanhood.
The ever so slight brush of her nightgown down her legs caused her to halt momentarily. She stood still enjoying the feelings that coursed through her young body. Sensual images, undefined, caused her hesitation.
In one motion she lifted the night gown over her head and tossed it on to the bed. She was standing absolutely nude in the cool morning air. Sarah turned slowly enjoying the sensations and freedom, until she gradually came back from her thoughts.
Across the room, across what seemed like a mile of marble floor, she could see her outfit for the day was laid out and ready for her. The maid’s last duty as she prepared the room each night was to lay out the outfit Sarah was to wear the next day. This routine had been the same day after day all her life.
For the last nine months it had been winter outfits; warm, fashionable, preppy and boring.
But, today it was going to be different. All the dull routines of tutors and lessons came to an end. Today summer started and this was the day she was going to travel. In Sarah’s world it was officially summer and her outfit would be selected accordingly.
For nine long months the same routine had occupied most of the day, every day, but not today. Three months of summer break was to begin. Three months reprieve from the dull never ending succession of old women arriving and departing convinced they had taken Sarah to new heights of learning. Hours of piano lessons and practice. Hours of reading books of all types. Hours of listening to adults having drinks and dinner in the evenings, and hours alone in her rooms imagining what normal kids might be doing.
Sarah loved to read and thank goodness. She read vociferously everything she could find including several adult books stolen from her dad’s library upstairs.
Sarah walked slowly across the cold floor toward the pile of folded cloths on her dresser. Each step caused a conflict. The cold floor shocked her feet just enough to wake her farther and keep her in touch with reality, while the very gentle touch of her inner thighs as she walked created sensual feelings which caused her mind to wander. Her personal library was very large and filled with proper books for a young woman her age, but she had also read many of her dad’s books which were quite X-rated.
She considered herself very advanced for her age. She understood why and how these responses occurred as she walked. At one time some of these reactions had scared her, but no longer; now they left her with empty feelings, well aware of unfulfilled desires she now understood.
On top of the pile were her panties; proper, white, cotton and new. She stepped into them and slowly brought them up over her legs. This simple act swept her from reality. Just the touch moving up along her legs was enough to cause a disturbing shudder through her body.
During the last several inches upward she slowed her movement even more to enjoy the sensations.
With her panties finally in place, she stood gazing idly at her image in the full length mirror beside her dresser and the remaining clothes piled in front of her.
Reality had slipped away. She was in a trance. The panties were tight, too tight. They were brand new and already too small for her. It was a reminder that her real mother had been gone for over two years now. When her mother bought her things they fit. After she left, the health tutor, Myrtle, started to buy her clothes and she bought things too tight right from the beginning.
Sometimes Sarah thought it might be on purpose. It was evident from her classes Myrtle had some strange interests in Sarah’s sexuality.
She slipped a beige silken camisole over her head and turned toward the mirror behind her dresser. Changes had really started at the top for Sarah. Her young breasts were now clearly defined. Her nipples firmed as this soft undergarment passed over them; another shudder.
Should I be wearing a bra, she asked herself as she turned in front of the mirror? She remembered reading a novel where a young girl described how hard it was to ask her mother that question. Well in Sarah’s case it would be much harder.
Her mother had not been in contact with her since she moved down to South America over two years ago.
Her dad was always busy and hard to talk to about anything let alone a subject like this.
Then there was the obvious choice, Myrtle. She bought the clothes and tutored in health and sex education, but she just was way too kinky. She loved to talk about strange things, recommend wild books for Sarah to read, and take too much interest in Sarah’s female development. Uncomfortable!
Then there was Cybil. About six months ago dad came home with a new administrative assistant/ girl friend named Cybil. This new lady had tried, off and on, to talk with Sarah, but it was hard. Sarah knew the small talk was just a ploy to bring Sarah into her life…it didn’t work. Sarah did not trust Cybil and she did not like her either. No way would she talk about her developing breasts with Cybil.
A white blouse followed the camisole. It was cute, sort of a school girl look, with an artificial tie at the top. It was tailored quite snuggly but boxy enough to cover up what clearly showed through her camisole.
Next she pulled on a pleated Scottish plaid skirt. This skirt demonstrated so clearly that Sarah’s recent growth spurt had not been considered when Myrtle shopped for clothing. A lot of her growth had been in her legs and the new length and shapeliness of her legs made the skirt very, very short. Fortunately, her waist had remained about the same so the skirt fit there. (A little harder to button)
Dark green knee socks and saddle shoes completed her outfit.
Sarah was ready for breakfast. As she turned in front of the mirror for a final time she was brought to a complete halt by her image. She was dressed to look like a school girl, but when she moved her hands upward to her breasts, gently touching them; her nipples responded and clearly showed through her blouse. Her legs were on display, shapely, toned and too long for this skirt…even though it was a cute Scottish plaid. This quick view in the mirror was a reminder to keep things in check when others were around, although no one ever seemed to really look at her.
At breakfast she sat alone at the long table in the dining room as usual being served by one of the new maids. The length of the table and the twelve chairs around it, only emphasized how alone Sarah felt. The woman serving breakfast was gracious but she did not know Sarah’s name, kept calling her Carol.
“Is my Dad coming down for breakfast?”
Sarah asked.
“Not this morning. You have forgotten, dear, today he left for the airport real early. He has a flight to Hong Kong around nine. He told us to make sure we said goodbye for him and remind you that he won’t be back for four or five weeks.”
While the maid was talking, the butler, Jayson, came into the dining room and now offered a little more information ending with,
“Cybil drove your dad up to the airport.”
Well that was a real change of plans.