by Pepper North
Cecily: Dr. Richards’ Littles 9
Pepper North
Contents
Author’s Note:
Other titles by Pepper North
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
Afterword
Excerpt from Zoey: Dr. Richards Littles 1
Excerpt from Charlotte: Dr. Richards Littles 7
Text copyright ©2017 Pepper North
All Rights Reserved
Author’s Note:
The following story is completely fictional. The characters are all over the age of 18 and as adults choose to live their lives in an age play environment. This is a series of books that can be read in any order. You may, however, choose to read them sequentially to best enjoy the characters. Subsequent books will feature characters that appear in previous novels as well as new faces. Prepare to enter the new world of Dr. Richards’ Littles. Enjoy!
Other titles by Pepper North
Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1
Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2
Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3
Jake: Dr. Richards’ Littles 4
Angelina: Dr. Richards’ Littles 5
Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6
The Digestive Health Center: Susan’s Story
Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7
Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards’ Littles 8
Cecily: Dr. Richards’ Littles 9
Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10
The Keepers: Payi
Abigail: Dr. Richards’ Littles 11
Madi: Dr. Richards’ Littles 12
Penelope: Dr. Richards’ Littles 13
Christmas with the Littles & Wendy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 14
Olivia: Dr. Richards’ Littles 15
Matty & Emma: Dr. Richards’ Littles 16
The Magic of Twelve: Violet
Fiona: Dr. Richards’ Littles 17
The Keepers: Pien
Oliver: Dr. Richards’ Littles 18
The Magic of Twelve: Marigold
Luna: Dr. Richards’ Littles 19
Lydia & Neil: Dr. Richards’ Littles 20
A Little Vacation South of the Border
The Magic of Twelve: Hazel
Roxy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 21
Jillian: Dr. Richards’ Littles 22
The Magic of Twelve: Sienna
Hunter: Dr. Richards’ Littles 23
Sharing Shelby: A SANCTUM Novel
Chapter 1
Present Day
Jon looked out his office window. Today could be the best day of his life or the worst day. He was going to be honest with Cecily and ask if she would become his Little. His life had been intertwined with hers since that day that Cecily moved in next door when he was eight, and she was four. He had become her protector, then her friend, then her roommate and now, he took a very deep breath, her Daddy. Jon couldn’t imagine life without Cecily. His whole world balanced on this conversation. “Please,” he thought to himself, “let Cecily not run away. Let her be aroused. Let her be my Little.” Jon rubbed his hands across his jaw and stood up. It was time.
Chapter 2
Flashback
The big, yellow moving van pulled into the driveway of the vacant house next door. Large, burly men piled out of the cab and began to unlock the back doors as a blue station wagon parked at the curb. A tall, handsome man got out and helped his wife out of the passenger seat before going to open the front door of his new home with a shiny key. The mom lifted a chubby, little girl out of her car seat and lowered her to the ground grabbing her hand quickly.
“Remember, Cecily. You have to stay out of the way of the moving men. They are carrying all our belongings into the house, and they might not see a little girl. You don’t want them to fall on you or trip over you and drop a package. They might break your toys, right?” the mom said obviously repeating instructions that she had discussed with her young daughter before. “Oh, look Cecily! There’s a boy living right next door. He looks a little older than you, but maybe he has a younger sister.” The mom waved at Jon and pulled her daughter inside. “Let’s go, Cecily. We need to find a good spot to stay out of the way. Let’s try the kitchen.”
Cecily was bored. There were all sorts of things going on, and her mommy had kept her in the kitchen all morning. When a crash echoed through the house, her mommy went flying out of the kitchen to see if something valuable had been broken. Cecily was a smart four-year-old. She quickly figured out the lock on the back door and wandered outside. There was nothing to play with in the backyard, so she walked along the side of the house to watch the movers. As she crossed the driveway, a large man wheeling a dolly stacked with boxes loomed ahead of her. Cecily froze. Cecily’s mom saw what was happening and gasped. She couldn’t react fast enough. Suddenly, Cecily was pushed to the side out of the way and spun around so that she landed on top of a wiry boy’s body.
“Ufff!” Jon said as the wind was knocked out of him. He’d seen the little girl walking along the side of the house and had started over to invite her to come to play on his swing set. He was almost to her when the mover approached blinded from seeing the little girl by the stack of boxes. Without thinking he ran the last few steps and pushed her to the side carefully turning over so that her body would be cushioned from the fall by his.
“Cecily! Are you okay?” her mom lifted her off Jon and hugged her close.
Cecily began giggling! She looked at Jon and demanded, “Do it again!”
“Cecily Marie Armstrong! You are going to be the death of me yet, young lady!” the mom turned to Jon and hugged him closely. “Thank you! Thank you!” she repeated herself before adding, “I’m Mrs. Armstrong. What’s your name?”
“I’m Jon Woodson. I live over there,” Jon pointed to the tidy white house.
“How in the world did you get over here fast enough to save Cecily?” Mrs. Armstrong asked.
“I was on my way over to see if Cecily wanted to come swing. We have a swing set in the back. I know it’s boring to move. We moved in two years ago,” Jon said simply.
“Yes!” Cecily answered, and both Jon and her mother turned to her. “I want to go swing,” she added with the simplicity of a young child.
“Jon, are you sure you want her to come over?” Mrs. Armstrong asked.
“Of course! It’s no fun to swing alone. Come on, Cecily!” Jon turned to go back to his yard and felt a little hand slid into his.
“Come on, Jon! I want to swing!” Cecily pulled him toward the swing set.
“When you need to go do something else, would you bring her to the kitchen so I can keep an eye on her?” Mrs. Armstrong asked with a smile thinking to herself, “What a nice boy! We’ve chosen a nice neighborhood.” She walked quickly back to the house where she was directing the movers relieved that Cecily would have fun and not be under her feet.
“Who’s that boy?” Mr. Armstrong asked coming out of the garage.
“Jon Woodson. He saved our little girl from being run over by a stack of boxes. Now, he’s going to play with her. I think we’re going to like Jon and h
is family,” Mrs. Armstrong predicted.
“I think so, too,” Mr. Armstrong said looking at the two on the swings trying to outrace each other to the clouds.
Chapter 3
Jon and Cecily had fun on the swings. Jon learned all about Cecily. Especially the important stuff like her nose crinkled when she really laughed hard, and she held her breath when she was scared. Her light brown hair had streaks of blond in the sunlight, and her brown eyes always revealed how she was feeling: excited, happy, scared, tired, etc. Cecily learned that Jon was going to be in the third grade and he knew lots of important things. Cecily thought he was the best. He had light brown hair and grey eyes. He was really strong and played baseball in the spring and summer and football in the fall and winter. His mom stayed at home, and his father was a professor at the local university.
After they had been out there for an hour, the back door opened and Mrs. Woodson came out carrying a tray with lemonade, two plastic glasses, and some homemade chocolate chip cookies. Cecily thought she was beautiful with her brown hair all piled on her head in an ornate braid. And she made the best cookies! She helped Cecily up into a chair on the patio, and after she poured each of them some lemonade, she gave them two cookies to eat.
Just then a group of three boys came around the house looking for Jon. “Hey, Jon! We’re going to go play baseball. Come with us!” a tall blond boy invited.
“Sorry, guys. I’m having fun here today with my new friend, Cecily.” Jon introduced Cecily to Rusty, Stu, and Mark.
Mark eyed him with an incredulous look. “You’re going to turn down playing baseball to hang out with a baby?”
“I’m not a baby,” Cecily said emphatically. “I’m four.”
Jon immediately stood up and put himself between Cecily and his classmates. “Sorry, guys. I can’t play this time. Cecily and I are having a competition, and I have to win. I’ll catch you at school tomorrow.”
As the boys wandered off whispering to each other, Jon said. “I’m going to guess the number of chocolate chips in my cookie, and you guess too. Then, we’ll nibble our way through the cookie to see who is closer. No cheating now. You can’t look on the back of the cookie. The winner has to climb up the slide backward.”
Cecily didn’t know how you’d do that, but she wanted to find out. She carefully weighed her cookie and guessed. “I think there are six chocolate chips in my cookie.”
“Six, really? I don’t know. I’m going to guess five,” Jon said smiling at her.
Carefully, they nibbled their way through the cookie pulling out all the chips in their cookie and spreading them out on their napkin. Jon had exactly five, and so did Cecily. She counted her chocolate chips three times. Finally, she picked up one chip and bit it in half putting the two pieces on her napkin. She counted them one more time and grinned, “Six! I have six!”
Jon started laughing and agreed with Cecily. “You do. You have six chocolate chips. I guess we’ll both have to climb up the slide backward. Let’s eat our chips first,” the two quickly ate the chocolate. Cecily ended up smearing chocolate down the side of her cheek, but Jon helped her wipe it off. The two were fast friends by lunchtime. Cecily might have been younger, but she was very smart. And Jon kind of liked being the older, wiser one of the pair.
Chapter 4
Jon spent a lot of time with Cecily that summer. The two sets of parents became good friends and even played bridge every month. Cecily and Jon became regular visitors to each other’s houses. He also hung out with his friends to do boy stuff. Jon also had practices and games, but sometimes Cecily came to watch with Jon’s mother. Cecily was so well behaved that Mrs. Woodson loved having someone to sit and chat with during the game.
Finally, summer was over. The school was starting in two weeks. It was time for Cecily to be registered for school. Jon rode with Mrs. Armstrong to help direct her to the school and through the building. As they walked into the building, Mrs. Armstrong noticed that everyone seemed to know Jon and he knew all of them by name from the janitor, to the office ladies, to the kindergarten teacher. Everyone greeted him by name and was glad to see him. He was obviously a terrific kid. This didn’t surprise Mrs. Armstrong at all. She knew that Jon would reach an age that he didn’t want to hang out with Cecily who was four years younger than him but she was so glad he was so nice to her now. He had made her transition to a new home so easy.
In the office, they tried to tell Mrs. Armstrong that Cecily was too young for kindergarten, but she insisted they have the kindergarten teacher screen her. In their old hometown, Cecily had scored so highly on the preschool screening test that they had approved her to start kindergarten this year instead of waiting for her to turn five. Miss Turner came to the office and introduced herself to Mrs. Armstrong and tried to talk Cecily’s mother out of insisting that she be tested. When the two women looked over at Jon and Cecily, the kids were creating origami animals out of scraps of paper from the recycle bin. They didn’t have a pattern, but Jon knew a couple that he could share with her.
As Miss Turner was watching, she saw Cecily begin folding carefully. When she finished, Cecily placed the frog on the ground and pressed on its back. “Ribbit! Ribbit!” she said as she pressed on it and the paper frog actually jumped!
“That’s so neat!” Jon exclaimed. “Teach me how to do that one!”
Miss Turner asked, “Mrs. Armstrong, how long has Cecily been practicing origami?”
“Origami? I’ve never heard of it, but Cecily’s pretty good at picking up new things. She’s a great cookie maker. Give her a recipe, and she’ll make it better by adding a little more vanilla or taking out some flour,” Mrs. Armstrong bragged a little on her only child.
“I think that we should definitely test Cecily. Come with me,” Miss Turner invited Cecily and her mother. “Jon, I don’t want you to distract Cecily. Can you wait for us here?”
“Sure,” Jon replied. As soon as the door shut, he looked at the office ladies and said, “Anything I can do to help you all?”
When the testing was done a short time later, Miss Turner welcomed Cecily to her kindergarten class, and Mrs. Armstrong thanked her for her time. Jon had already stapled a massive pile of back to school information packets for the office ladies. They both gave him a hug and told him to come back anytime.
Chapter 5
Cecily’s mom and dad took her to school on her first day of kindergarten. They invited Jon to come with them, and he happily accepted. The group of four entered the kindergarten room, and Jon watched while Cecily’s mom and dad helped her find her desk and stow all her new school supplies. They hung her backpack on the peg at the back of the room with her name on it and, after taking a few pictures and hugging her, they allowed themselves to be shooed out of the room with the other teary-eyed parents. Jon gave Cecily a hug and told her what room he was in before leaving to go to his classroom.
At the end of the day, Jon hurried to Cecily’s room to pick her up for the walk home. He had a feeling that Cecily’s mom would be outside to walk with them but he wanted to see how Cecily’s day had gone. The youngest student had been cornered by a larger girl at the coat rack in the back.
“You’re just a baby!” she accused Cecily. “You should be at home with your mommy.”
Cecily just looked at her and said, “I like to be nice to people. Why don’t you?”
“I’m not nice to babies!” the other girl jeered.
“Okay,” Cecily shrugged and turned to see Jon. She waved and ran to hug him. “I learned lots of stuff today. I like kindergarten. Did you have fun?”
Jon glared at the large girl who was trying to blend into the woodwork. She was embarrassed to have been caught bullying Cecily. “Do you need me to tell the teacher that this girl is bothering you?” he asked Cecily.
“No, thanks. She’s only mean to babies, and she’ll figure out soon that I’m not a baby. Let’s go. Mom told me she’d be right outside. She thinks I’ll get lost,” Cecily smiled. She’d already fo
rgotten the mean girl.
A week later, Cecily had been moved to a first-grade reading group and then to a second-grade math group. She absorbed information like a sponge. She ran into other students that were embarrassed that Cecily knew more than they did. Some kids treated her poorly. Anyone that tried to mess with Cecily soon learned that Jon was always around and that he was loyal to his friends. Since everyone liked Jon, kids eventually just left Cecily alone, and that was fine with her. She had Jon.
Their friendship lasted through high school and college. Cecily had been moved up in grades so even though they were four years apart, Cecily and Jon graduated together and decided to go to the same university. Jon was on a baseball scholarship and studied mechanical engineering. Cecily went into aerospace engineering and gained all sorts of recognition for her out of the box solutions to common problems that actually worked. Her mind just didn’t follow the same course as others. Jon and Cecily had both decided that they would remain friends. They didn’t want to jeopardize their friendship with a romance that would end too quickly.
Each dated sporadically. Cecily less than Jon because she tended to intimidate young men. She was short and chubby choosing comfort over style or dressing to attract male attention. She always looked for the best in everyone and was eternally cheerful. By then, a lot of college co-eds pursued Jon. He was tall, handsome, and ripped with muscles from all his sports activities. He was a star on the baseball field and had a bevy of groupies that he tried not to notice, but he was a young man. He had the reputation of being a masterful lover, and although no one had managed to capture his attention for long, he was always a gentleman and very upfront that the relationship would not last. Many girls were glad to spend a little time with him even if he would not be husband material.
