Adolescence

Chapter 2

Though we were fourteen we still shared a bedroom...and a bed. As we entered our bedroom I moved swiftly to the dresser, grabbing a white nightgown from my drawer and shutting it just as quickly. Len was barely in the door as I darted for the bathroom, quickly blurting out;

"I'm going to get changed in the bathroom", I jumped in there and locked the door behind me. I sighed a sigh of relief. I hated changing in the same room as him. I was scared of him seeing my body. Our mother had scolded me a few years back for changing in the same room as him. She told me it would cause trouble for the two of us when we were older, though I wasn't sure why. Still, I pulled my dress off, staring at my body in the long mirror. I stood there for a long time just staring. It had become so different. I had a woman's hips. They were large and curved out very noticeably. I knew they were noticeable since Len kept running his hands along the curve. My legs also seemed longer and more slender, another asset I had become very shy over. I'd caught Len staring at them quite a few times, which embarrassed me a lot. As for my chest...I shuddered. I hated my chest. They'd grown a lot. I was thankful Len didn't seem to pay much attention to them. At first I'd been quite proud of them, they made me a woman, now they'd become a nuisance. They got in the way whenever I did anything! I sighed, I'd also gained weight. I hated that, I looked so fat! I hurriedly pulled the nightgown over my head, sick of my reflection.

I unlocked the bathroom door when I was finally finished, folding my arms instinctively over my soft chest, it wasn't like he stared or anything...I just felt better knowing they were covered. I watched his eyes travel up my legs as I pulled the covers back. Irritated I pulled my nightgown down over my thighs, why did they make nightgowns so short? I slid into the double bed beside him, pulling the thick cover over my body. I noticed his shirt was undone right down to his stomach. I blushed; I wasn't used to seeing a man's chest. I stared deep into his eyes, wondering what he was thinking again. I felt his warm arms around me, pulling our bodies closer. I felt safe in his arms, and lay my head against his bare chest.

"Goodnight my princess" He whispered lovingly to me. His fingers moved through my hair, combing it through. He loved my hair which was odd; it was one of the few things that was the same on both of us. Still he played with it, relaxing me, making me drowsy.

"Goodnight my knight" I breathed into his chest, falling asleep quickly as he caressed my hair. I felt his hand on my hip, pulling me away from unconsciousness. He was stroking me again. I moaned involuntarily, it felt good. I blushed, realising what I had done. I prayed he hadn't heard it, or thought that I was asleep! He pulled his hand away, to my relief, and secretly to my disappointment as well. It felt good when he touched me like that...