'An Education' Preview, The Present

by Tubal Tacitus

Sarah started to come round, not really wanting to wake up. Her conciseness slowly seeped back into her forcing her to become aware of herself again. She was about to roll onto her side when her stomach spun and reality crashed into her head smashing all those delicate, drifting hallucinogenic semi-dreams you get just before you wake up. What time is it!? She scrambled to get a look at the clock on the bedside table but as she focused on the softly glowing numbers it dawned on her why her alarm had not roused her. She didn't have to wake up! She checked the face anyway just in-case she'd overslept too much. She hadn't; 09:32am : 23rd : Monday : June : 2241 . Sarah slid back under the warm covers pulling them up to her chin.

Reality, having crashed in so boorishly took a disappointed look round at the mess it had made then sulked back out again, making sure to break any semblance of dreaminess as it squeezed out of the door.

Sarah closed her eyes and tried to relax, it was still fairly early after all but her brain was having none of it. It was the first day of the holidays, and her sixteenth birthday. It was too early to get up, especially on the first day. She tried covering her eyes first with her arm and then with the sheets to shut out the diffuse light coming through the opaque window but she couldn't settle again. She lay on her back and stared at her leaf-patterned ceiling.

Her parents would be at work, her sister was most likely still comatose unless she had either forgotten to change her alarm or had a similar experience to herself. Sarah relished in the gooey, warm comforting feeling of not having to get up. She relished for a good three or four minutes before (still under the covers) pulling her pyjama top off . She roughly folded it then unceremoniously stuffed it down between the quilt and the side of the bed where the sheets held it in place. She pushed her firm sensitive tits up into the sheets where, already perky with anticipation they grazed the soft fabric sending tingles through their owner. Sarah cupped and massaged her round breasts stroking her bumpy areola then moving to her nipples, rolling them between her thumb and index finger. She Imagined dozens of anonymous hands and lips caressing every inch of her. That made her wet. She pushed the waistband of her pyjama shorts down slowly over her tight round behind, fantasizing that a tender, sweet lover might be stripping her for their first time. Next up and over her knees, then she used her feet to kick them off and push them far enough down the bed for her to stretch her legs out without them bothering her. She felt nude, and naughty. Being nude under the loose sheets was so liberating and exotic. Sarah opened her legs wide letting the fabric fall between them and tease her pussy. Her naked pussy! She didn't do this very often for fear of getting caught but loved to when she got the chance. She would have been quite happy to sleep in the nude, even trying it a couple of times but whenever she did her nipples hardened, her pussy wettened and her body would cry out to be serviced. It had been fortunate that the last time she had tried was on a Friday because it was well past three in the morning before she managed to leave herself alone long enough to drop off to sleep.

Sarah let the sheets waft over her, changing fantasies she imagined her best friend Paige between her legs blowing soft kisses onto her pussy. Paige's long straight blonde hair would fall over Sarah's thighs and of course Paige would affix her bright, mesmerizing blue eyes on her and she would lose herself in them.

The present!

Sarah's bed was in the middle of the wall with bedside drawers on both the left and the right. On the left one she kept her clock, her hairbrushes, cell, and other bits of random junk she didn't like to put away in case she needed them. The surface on the right was bare except for her best friends present. She had placed it there last night in anticipation of being (as good as) alone the following morning. The item was an oblong box wrapped expertly in expensive looking blue and gold wrapping paper.

Paige loved blue.

Sarah rolled over closer to the table and picked up the present. Now lying on her belly she placed the package on one of her pillows before making to rip the paper. At the last moment she changed her mind. She slipped a finger under one of the stuck down folds and carefully removed the paper. Folding up the wrapping Sarah placed it into her top drawer and turned back to the unwrapped present. On her pillow lay a mahogany box about eight inches long and perhaps three inches both across and deep. On top of the box glittering gold lettering read: "To a very special friend" She ran her index finger along the type and then across the smooth, dark, varnished wood. Sarah opened the mahogany box. The box was lined with what looked like black silk, inside lay a wine red velvet bag, a golden pull string closing the end. She extracted the bag finding the moderate weight of the small item surprising and the odd uneven shape even more so. Sarah started to doubt the seven inch long item was what she had been expecting. If it was, she was a little worried. She pulled the top open and squeezed out the cool, hard black object into her palm. Sarah studied the curious object. It looked to be made of jet or onyx or something similar, it was a figurine. Two women in a naked embrace. There heads bowed over each others shoulders, legs entwined, hands placed softly on each other, one figure holding the others waist as her partner cupped her ass cheeks. They looked exactly the same as each other, both a sort of idealised image of the female form with long slender legs and flowing hair. Their firm, large round tits were pressed together and their beautifully structured (if a little generic) Caucasian faces had a look of serene calm about them. Sarah was too puzzled to be disappointed. She placed the models onto her pillow lying down, one on top of the other, picked up the velvet bag and moved to place it back in the box when she noticed a little white folded card at the bottom of the box. Inside the card, in hand written blue ink was simply:

I know you enjoy a stroke, and so do they. Happy Birthday Sarah! XXX Paige

Sarah placed the card and the bag back in the box then placed the box back on the table. She studied the gift for a few moments. It was growing on her, it was really beautiful. It must have been expensive and it was a nice private little tribute to her and Paige.

"What are you made of?" she wondered aloud. She took her middle right finger and ran it down the small of the back of the top model. As she crossed the rounded arse she snapped her hand back in shock. She felt something, or thought she did. Her heart was racing as she examined the little black figurine again. It was moving! The tiny model on top straitened her arms to take her own weight, her hair falling off her shoulders. She flicked her head so her hair over to her right shoulder giving sarah a good look at the models face. The model lowered itself, herself ? Keeping eye contact with her tiny partner till their noses almost touched. They lightly touched noses before the model on top planted a firm kiss right on the lips of the bottom model who wriggled and bucked against her partner. Sarah watched open mouthed.

The 'women' as Sarah decided to refer to them held each other and continued to kiss deeply. They made no sound as they moved around on the centre of the white pillow. After a minute or so the woman on top moved to her lovers breasts, cupping the left with her hands, licking and kissing then moving onto the right. Once satisfied that they had received enough attention the woman on top glanced between her partners open legs then flashed a smile into her partners eager eyes.

"Oh God!" Sarah guessed what was coming next. As the two lusty little figures shared another kiss she grabbed the two adjacent pillows she had been sleeping on, rose up onto her knees and pushed the sides of the top pillow in so as to make a firm round hill. She dragged the pillows underneath her between her legs then pressed her bodyweight down onto them through her pussy. As the top figure disappeared between her partners legs Sarah ground into the pillow hard. She started to work up a rhythm as the top figure indulged herself between the others legs, her tongue visibly massaging the others exposed labia. The little model broke up her actions with an occasional thrust of her tongue or a loving, sucking French kiss (which the receiver seemed to particularly enjoy). The quilt cover slipped off Sara's shoulders flowing down to her lower back as she humped and bucked fully exposing her firm young tits and rolling stomach to the cooler bedroom air. Her rolling motions changed to a faster more rutting motion as the second model arched her back and let out a series of silent moans. Lowering her body Sarah placed more pressure onto her clit and positioned herself for a better view of the ecstatic figures. As the lower figure came hard she placed a hand on the back of the others head thrusting up into the searching tongue, her smooth heels failing to find purchase on the smooth pillowcase, her flailing legs repeatedly slipping as she tried to push her pussy into her lovers mouth. Sarah felt the quilt stroke her rounded ass as it finally slipped off her tight form. The receiving figure's chest and stomach rose and fell as she twitched in unreal ecstasy, after a moment taken to regain her mock breath she grabbed the back of the other womans hair and bought her up to kiss her. Following the very passionate kiss the models swapped places.

The now sated figure was in control, she laid her partner down and knelt down between her open legs. She stroked the expectant figures thighs as she admired her form then moved her wondering caresses to her partners waist as she bent elegantly over to tease each nipple in turn with her tongue.

Sarah leaned back a little, taking some of the pressure off her clit, then realising there was a brief lull in the action took the pillow she was on and flipped it over stroking the length of her pussy against the cool material.

The leading model kissed her lovers right inner thigh then worked her way slowly out to the knee. Next she delicately picked up and lovingly kissed her lovers foot and laid her left leg on her own shoulder. Shuffling round so she was slightly side on for access and a better show she provocatively sucked her right middle and ring fingers. Placing her left hand on her partners taught abdomen for balance she proceeded to dance her 'wet' fingers over the others labia.

Sarah knew she should stay off her clit for a little longer but she was already crouched right over for an intimate view of the action, putting pressure back on her hungry clit risked dragging her prematurely over the edge. She didn't care.

The dominant model slipped her two 'wet' digits in. As she stroked in and out with calculated rhythm she moved her thumb in circles around her recipients clit. She gradually increased the speed and intensity of her frigging, as she did so Sarah unconsciously sped up her humping with her.

Sarah's fingers clenched the bed sheets as she tried to keep from going over the edge but she impulsively pushed harder into the pillows. Trying to breathe steadily wasn't working either and as the figure getting thoroughly fingered began to writhe more and more waves of satisfying pleasure hit Sarah washing up and over her. She gave in, letting the feelings take her, holding onto the orgasm for as long as she could, relishing it. She didn't normally make a sound when she came but this time the build up had been too much and the breath held in her heaving chest left in busts of pent up pleasure that vocalised as it went.

As the pulses subsided she lay her head down on the pillow besides the still fucking figures, watching the second woman get pushed over the edge. Her breathing returning to normal Sarah watched her two figurines kiss and caress each other, sensually stroking thighs and tending to napes of necks. Their movements began to slow as they did so. They slowed gradually until eventually they froze into place again one on top of the other but in a somewhat different position. The lower models legs wrapped round the top models waist and both were kissing passionately, hands lost in each others hair.

Sarah was comfortably drifting in a waking sleep, still on all fours with her head on her pillows and her body supported by the two she had dragged underneath her, when her open mouth decided to give her a taste of her own horrid morning breath. She promptly came around and, kneeling in the middle of the bed tried to shake off her grogginess. She picked up the cool hard figures and considered placing them on the windowsill just above her headboard, they would look nice there and conveniently accessible but she thought better of putting them on full display. She placed the item back in its velvet bag, the bag in the box and the box in one of her lesser used bedside drawers . She pushed the box to the back and placed some random junk in front of it. Next she replaced her pillows placing the damp, cum soaked one on the bottom to avoid arousing suspicion; or accidentally lying on it.

Sarah raised herself and placed a finger on her window frame then flicked up. Light flooded the room from outside and she had to blindly fumble for the frame again and drag the brightness back down to a dimmer level. Upon recovering she stood and surveyed the world. Mr Brennan mowing his front lawn further down the street fortunately wouldn't be able to see her nude form through the one-way glass. Sarah usually did this first thing, but not usually before dressing. It was a beautiful clear day. Paige would be round later it was inevitable, she didn't need to phone or text first, in fact Paige only ever called if she wasn't coming.

Sarah washed and cleaned her teeth before dressing in denim shorts and a tee, no shoes, it was way too hot, then went downstairs for some breakfast.

The smell of pancakes hit her as she walked in. Hailey was leaning across the counter next to the oven with her nose no more than an inch from a bright red wind up kitchen timer.

"Don't s'pose you've done enough for me have you?" Sarah inquired.

"I heard you go to the bathroom as I was putting mine in so put some in for you" Hailey replied remaining stoically glued to the timer.

"Aww thanks Hailes"

Hailey was in a tee and even shorter shorts than Sarah. Hailey was also barefoot and standing on her tiptoes to keep her waist level with the counter, her pose showing off her slender form, her tight bum and accentuating the curves of her toned bare legs. The boys at school must be noticing her, after all Sarah now took every opportunity to drink in her sisters tight form, she was long past feeling funny or guilty about it. Since the spring afternoon when she had confirmed her lesbian tendencies with Paige, Sarah had been eyeing up her twelve year old little sis who seemed to have put on a growth spurt and lost the last remnants of her puppy fat. The various dance lessons weren't doing any harm either. Hailey was really blossoming.

Sarah made for the fridge to get a drink while she waited. 'I think we're out of juice' Hailey chimed

before tearing her gaze away from the timer. 'There's some more in the other fridge I think.' Then after a practised twirl and swish of her hair she disappeared from the kitchen.

A moment passed then her face reappeared at the doorway. 'And happy birthday!' Sarah didn't get chance to reply before she was gone again.

Yea, Sarah was definitely crushing on her little sis.