But, most impressive of all, was the accessorizing. Adorned at the end, the end that is outside the butt, were lovely silk facsimile roses. The smallest plug had a pink rose; the medium one was violet, and the large butt plug had a vivid red rose. She was admiring the pink one. “It’s so pretty, Georgie.”
The roses were in fact quite well made. Each had a number of soft, curved petals. “These things don’t usually come with flowers, do they?” It was a reasonable question. Sara was not at familiar with the sex toy trade but she couldn’t imagine that they came with such delicate rose accessories.
George was glad she asked, as he did want her to appreciate the personal nature of his gift. He had in fact spent some time searching the web for butt plugs with a romantic touch, but he had no such luck. So, “I ordered the flowers on line, and then attached them myself with a good, solid anchor. They won’t come off.”
“But, I don’t want to crush them, you know, when I, like, sit down.”
“Don’t be concerned, they’ll be fine. I checked them out myself.”
“Georgie!” Sara grinned at the thought of Georgie with a butt plug. Sara had occasionally played with his anus during sex. He did like it when she ran her finger around it while she used her mouth on his thing, and a number of times she had even shoved her finger up inside just when he was cumming. He clearly did like that. But, he did seem to be rather inhibited about doing much more than that, at least with his butt. She attributed it to a masculinity insecurity. You couldn’t expect your boyfriend to be entirely free of all sexual problems.
“Not with these. I didn’t use these.” He wanted to reassure her that these were perfectly clean and fresh. “I bought two sets.”
“Did you try the big one?”
George’s face flushed at the suggestion. “No, no. If you must know, I just used the littlest one.”
She smiled teasingly at him. “Did you like it?”
George had not been expecting this line of questioning, and he was not particularly comfortable discussing it. The tone of his voice let her know that he didn’t really want to discuss it further. “I was just checking to see if the petals held up even when sitting down it for some time. The petals are in fact protected well by your cheeks.”
Sara grinned at him as she twirled the pink rose butt plug with her fingers. She then noticed another attractive feature as the twirling stirred the air. “Oh my!” She brought it closer to her nose. “They’re scented!” They were indeed, and each one with a different variant of perfume. Sara inhaled the lovely Dior J’Adore that scented the pink rose. “Ohhhh, Georgie, it’s lovely.” George knew that Sara particularly liked Dior perfumes. “Here, you try it.” She placed the rose under his nose.
It was a very nice scent. Actually, it reminded George of Sara, in more ways than one. “Yea, it’s nice.” He then explained how he did this part. He had purchased a Dior five piece mini travel set. He used three of the scents to grace the flowers. He reached into his back pack and brought out the partially opened mini-perfume collection. “You might as well have these as well; you know, to freshen them up, on occasion.”
It was all in all a very nice present: her favorite perfume, a naughty toy that was in fact a quite practical replacement for her corks, and even a personal craftsmanship. “I don’t think many girls get a corsage like this, Georgie.”
“No, I don’t imagine they do.”
She smiled flirtatiously at him, again twirling the pink rose in her fingers. “Do you want to put on my corsage?” George laughed, albeit quietly. Young men often find it rather awkward to put on a girl’s corsage, particularly in front of her parents. It was difficult pinning the corsage to the blouse, typically right above a soft, yearning breast. George had even found that a girl might appear to be enjoying the boy’s discomfort, smiling at him innocently as he clumsily fumbled with her blouse, trying to grasp hold of the fabric without actually touching or exposing a breast.
Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds were fortunately not there, although Sara probably would not have made the request if they were.
Sara, keeping her eyes fixed on George’s, pushed back her chair and went around to the other side of the table so that her back was to the library wall. She looked around the room. Everybody seemed to be deeply engrossed in their studies. It appeared to her that the only likely possibility was the guy behind the reference and information counter, Peter. She knew Peter, and she knew that Peter was himself pretty well distracted, as his girlfriend Penny was behind the counter with him. They appeared to be deep in conversation.