She decided that she was going to have to tell George the next day during their study session together, at the library. She would tell him that they should take some time off from each other, meet new people, try different lifestyles. After all, they were still young, only 18 years old, and who knows whom else they might meet? It was probably the best decision for both of them.
It was a topic, though, that was so difficult to broach. She didn’t want to bring it up at the beginning of their session. How could they study after that? But, was it fair to put it off? She couldn’t decide, and so the decision was made passively as she kept putting it off, hoping that the time would not come. But, time seemed to pass so fast, a rather unusual experience when studying. When there was but a few minutes left before she would have to go home, she turned to George. “Georgie, I need to tell you something.”
George, however, nipped her in the rosebud. “Well, great, sure, but first, I want you to open this.” He had bought her a present. He was so sweet. She looked at it for awhile. What should she do? It was always hard to break up with someone right after he gives you a present.
“What is it Georgie?” she asked, shaking the small package, trying to hear any clues as to what was inside.
George smiled proudly as he enjoyed her confused curiosity. It was at times unclear who enjoyed presents more, the giver or the receiver. “Won’t say, Sara. That would spoil the surprise.”
They were sitting next to each other in a back, corner table. She leaned over toward him and gave him her best coquettish smile, which was quite difficult for George to resist. To George, or perhaps to many of the students at Templeton College, Sara might be the prettiest girl on campus. She bore a striking resemblance to Kristin Davis. She had her large brown eyes, rosy cheeks, perky nose, engaging smile, and long wavy dark hair. Even her voice reminded George of Ms. Davis: the innocent, sweet, feminine inflections. It was like he was speaking to a young Charlotte from Sex in the City dressed in the Templeton uniform: white blouse, black tie, plaid skirt, white socks, and the black Mary Janes.
Sara had promised him after their evening of homework (see The Lessons, Chapter 11) that she would someday come to his house to watch Sex and the City with him. Her parents wouldn’t let her watch it at their own house. They considered the show to be much too risque for a young lady (and even for themselves). It didn’t matter that Sara was 18. It was just the type of television show that they felt was inappropriate for family viewing.
In any case, their evening together of Sex in the City had been an evening George would never forget. Sara pretended to be Kristin for him. She knew of the resemblance and George’s pleasure with it. She didn’t mind. In fact, she took advantage of it, extending Kristin’s dialogue during the show with her own more playful, flirtatious whispers into his ear, playing with his thing with her hand as they watched the episode, and even using her mouth on his penis when Charlotte appeared on the screen, letting him watch her as she pleasured him, imagining it was Charlotte with her mouth on his cock. They were watching a rerun, a particularly appropriate rerun: Episode 4 (Valley of the Twenty-Something Guys) in which Charlotte struggles over whether to have anal sex with her new boyfriend. Needless to say, George and Sara altered the ending, as “Kristin” acquiesced to George’s repeated requests, and quite willingly so. Sara though pretended to be terribly ambivalent about it, as Charlotte would be, squealing that he was really much too big for her and that it was just so terribly naughty, as George plunged his hard cock deep down into her dark rectum.
“Is it like a blouse or something?” Sara’s voice woke him from his reverie, but not until he could feel the swelling begin within his slacks. “Can’t you just tell me that?”
“No, it’s not clothes.” He didn’t really want her to guess, but he wasn’t too worried about that. Sara was awfully bright, but not too many girls would guess this present.
“Really? No?” She had been almost certain that it was something to wear. The box though was a bit small for a blouse. Maybe though it was a scarf, or maybe even something more intimate. Panties? Georgie had never bought her anything like that before. She giggled at the thought of Georgie going into the Victoria’s Secret at the Templeton mall, picking out a pair of panties for her. If it was panties, she so wished she could have been there. Not because she would want to veto his selection. She knew that she would like just about any panties that he would buy. No, that wasn’t why. It just that he would have been so cute as he struggled with embarrassment as he picked up and studied the different styles.
As she thought about it though she realized that the box was a bit heavy for a scarf. It wasn’t real heavy, not as heavy as a book. But, certainly more than what a blouse, scarf, or lingerie might weigh. “Is it jewelry?”
George smiled. “Wrong again, but you do wear it.”
She was glad it wasn’t jewelry. That would be too extravagant. George couldn’t afford to buy her jewelry. However, now she was really curious, and confused. “It’s not clothes. It’s not jewelry. But, you wear it?” What could it be? Maybe George didn’t understand about some types of clothing. “You know lingerie would count as clothes, Georgie.”
George furrowed his brow. “I know that. I’m not that stupid.”
“Sorry, Georgie, I know. I’m just at a loss to think what this might be.” She shook it again. Maybe a watch? Does a watch count as jewelry? But, the box was too big for a watch, and why would Georgie buy her a watch? “Georgie, I just don’t know. Give me a clue.”
“Well, okay, um, think corsage.”
“Corsage? No way. It weighs too much for that. C’mon, I don’t know. Can I open it now?”
“Well, it is a little personal.”
Her smile turned to a big grin. She was now even more intrigued, if that was possible. She looked around the library. “There’s nobody around, at least back here. I want to open it now.”
He could see that she didn’t want to wait any longer. It was in any case fine with him. He had been expecting her to open it right away. “Sure, go ahead.”
“Oh goody!” she exclaimed with evident delight. She ripped into the wrapping, although quickly slowing down, as the frantic tearing was quite noisy and it was drawing some attention.
“Georgie!” Sara whispered, as she discovered what was inside. Carefully wrapped in soft tissue were three pink butt plugs, each a different size: small, medium, and large. She blushed as she lifted the smallest one out. “I guess this is something I would wear.”
“I thought perhaps these would be better than those old corks.”
Sara’s coloring became even a deeper red. Ever since the spanking by Mr. Peters, Sara would often wear a cork to school, stuck in her butt. She would take it out only when she had to go to the bathroom. She enjoyed very much the private, personal sensation. She could feel it wanting to push in when she was sitting at her desk in a class, and then want to pop out when she was walking up and down a hall. She took it as a personal challenge to keep it in as her bottom wiggled back and forth as she would at times dash to get to a class. It gave her such special stimulations that only she knew about; well, only she and Georgie. Georgie would at times goose her in the hallway to check to see if she was wearing a cork. She clenched her anus just thinking about it. And, Georgie was right about the corks. They were not particularly easy to clean. These would work much better.