Sarah & Allison Special Treatment
PART I
Friday and Saturday, at the end of the sleepover...
When Sarah met up with Allison after school Friday, she knew that it had been one of those days. A really bad day, as Sarah was totally mute, not even answering in monosyllables. Allison was worried. Sarah had never been so withdrawn before.
When they got to the house, Allison led Sarah up to her room. Undressing for their shower, Allison turned to find Sarah just standing there. She shivered as Allison drew the young girl in and hugged her. Undressing her, Allison led Sarah into the shower, intending just to get the day's sweat and grime off. She wanted to spend a few minutes in the Jacuzzi.
Running the water a relaxing hot and starting the jets, they got in. Drawing Sarah onto her lap, Allison hugged her close. Sarah wrapped her arms around Allison's neck, squeezing tightly. Some time passed before Allison felt Sarah sob into her neck. Then the dam broke. The only thing Allison could do was whisper, "Sssh. It will be OK," and run her hands up and down Sarah's back. Eventually, Sarah ran down and grew quiet.
Getting out of the Jacuzzi, Allison dried Sarah off and then herself. Sarah clung to her neck and wouldn't let go. Allison picked up the shaking girl and carried her, gently, lovingly, into the bedroom. Pulling back the covers, she laid Sarah down and drew them back up. She sat beside Sarah, caressing her hair, until she was sure Sarah was asleep. Allison turned out the light and closed the door. She got dressed and called her mom, who came over a few minutes later.
"I'm really worried, Mom. Sarah hasn't said a word since I met her at school. She cried so hard in the Jacuzzi."
"You did fine, darling. You got Sarah home and safe. You didn't push. We'll let her sleep a few hours and get her up for some dinner. Let's see what's in the fridge."
A couple of hours later, Allison stood outside Sarah's door with a tray, remembering what her mom had said. "It's good that Sarah was crying. It shows that she still has her emotions, that she's trying to work it out in her head. You must get her to eat something, even if you have to feed her. I know you didn't see anything, but try to find out if she was physically hurt. Reassure her. Don't ask what happened, she'll tell you when she's ready. Take your cues from her. I'll wait down here."
Allison opened the door and set the tray down, out of the way. Turning on the lamp, it looked like Sarah had not moved. Sitting on the side of the bed, she leaned in, brushing her lips across the sleeping girl's forehead, "Wake up, darling. You need to eat something."
Sarah gasped and grabbed Allison's neck so fast that the blankets didn't have a chance to fall, "Where..."
Allison had to loosen Sarah's grip so she could talk as she enfolded the shivering figure, "Sssh. You're safe at home in your own bed. I was very worried about you. I called my mom after you went to sleep." Sarah's face was buried in Allison's shoulder, "You need to eat something. I brought up a tray. Please, baby."
Sarah lifted her head and nodded, but resisted when Allison tried to get up to get the tray. "You need to let me go for just a moment. The tray is just over there and I'll be right back." Sarah's arms relaxed enough for Allison to slip out. When she turned back with the tray, Allison saw that the covers had dropped, exposing Sarah's breasts, and she was shivering. Allison set the tray down across Sarah's lap and reached for the long sleeve pajama top of hers that she'd brought along. Maybe it was a premonition she'd need it. She settled it around Sarah's shoulders and helped her get her arms in the sleeves. Buttoning up the front, Allison rolled up the sleeves up over Sarah's hands.
Sarah picked up the spoon. When she tried to get some of the soup, her hand shook badly, and she started to cry. Allison took the spoon, "Sssh. Let me help," and began feeding her. She held the glass as Sarah sipped the milk. When she was finished, Allison set the tray aside. When she sat down on the bed, Sarah threw her arms around her again. Allison hugged Sarah close, then drew her face up so she could look into her eyes.
While Allison was feeding Sarah, her mom was on the phone with Sarah's mom. "I don't think she's physically hurt. I think someone said something that upset her very badly. From what Allison tells me, she's starting to come out of it. Allison is upstairs trying to get her to eat something. I don't think you need to come back early but I'll call if Allison tells me something different. I just wanted to make sure you knew what was happening."
Allison looked deeply into Sarah's eyes, "I need to talk to you, and I need to be sure you're listening. I know you were hurt today. You didn't say anything on the way home. You haven't said two words since we got home. I didn't see anything, but I need to know if you are physically hurt?"
Sarah whispered, "No. I... I love you."
"That's good. I love you, too. I...will...always...love...you. I don't want to know what happened, unless you are ready to tell me. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be by your side for as long as it takes." Tears started to course down Sarah's cheeks. Allison gently kissed her tears away. "Do you want to go back to sleep?"
"Yes, please."
"That's OK. I'll stay until you are, then I need to go downstairs and talk to Mom. I'll come back up when I'm done. Alright?"
Sarah nodded and lay down, pulling the covers up, closing her eyes. Allison sat there, stroking Sarah's hair. It didn't take long for Sarah to go back to sleep. Allison hoped that her scent on the pajama top would distract Sarah long enough for her to go talk to her mom.
While Allison nibbled on a sandwich that her mom had waiting, she confirmed that Sarah had not been physically hurt, that she'd eaten, and that she was beginning to respond. The emotional chaos had pretty much ruined Allison's appetite, but she knew that if she was going to help Sarah she needed to keep up her own strength, so she made herself finish the sandwich.
Her mom came up behind Allison and hugged her. "I talked to Sarah's mom and let them know what was happening. They trust you to take care of Sarah until they get back. I'm going back to the house to get your dad's dinner. Call me if you even suspect Sarah is getting worse."
"I will. Thanks, Mom. I think I'm just going to go to bed myself."
"We'll decide in the morning if you can go ahead with your plans when we see how Sarah is."
"OK. See you in the morning." Locking the door behind her mom, Allison turned out the downstairs lights and climbed the stairs. Undressing at the foot of the bed, she drew back the covers enough to slip in beside Sarah. Face to face, Allison kissed Sarah gently. Working her arms around the diminutive form, she brought Sarah in closer. Snuggling sleepily, Sarah's forehead came to rest on Allison's chest. Allison even threw a leg over Sarah's, trying to get as much reassuring contact as she could and fell fast asleep too.
Allison awoke some time later to Sarah's tears hitting her breast. She had rolled over on her back with Sarah nestled on her shoulder. Sarah also had an arm draped across Allison with a hand covering her other breast. Not caressing, holding on as if it was an anchor. Allison ruffled her hair. Sarah looked up, her eyes red, and sniffled. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
"That's OK, sunshine. Welcome back. Everything you see is wash-and-wear, cry all you want. Besides, I need to pee, and I'll bet you do too." Sarah smiled weakly. Taking a hand in each of hers, Allison led them down the hallway to the bathroom.
Partway there, Sarah sniffled and started hiccupping. Even though Allison didn't laugh, only smiled, Sarah whined, "...'s not funny."
"Yes, it is."
While Sarah was sitting on the toilet, Allison handed her a small glass of water. "Look at the ceiling when you take a drink, at least three swallows." Sarah took the three swallows and was surprised when the hiccups stopped. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"Whose top is this?"
"Mine. Even though I usually sleep nude, Minnesota winters can get very cold. Sometimes a little extra cover is needed. And it's easy to slip on when I have to go downstairs while Dad is home."
"Nice." She sniffed the sleeve, "smells like you, too."
The two girls slipped under the covers, spooning. Sarah wrapped Allison's arms around her, snuggled in as close as she could, and promptly fell asleep.
Allison lay there, wondering what she had done to deserve such a beautiful, wonderful partner. "I love you so much, little one," she whispered. "Please come back to me." Allison wept silently before falling asleep herself.
She woke up to the sun peeking through the window. Looking at the clock, Allison thought, "(Time to get started.)" Gently extricating herself from Sarah's embrace, she started by turning the clock around so Sarah couldn't see it. Lighting a candle, Allison started a John Tesh cd playing on low. The last step was to place a card and a yellow rose on the bedside table. Tiptoeing out, Allison got dressed and went downstairs to start breakfast. Even if they couldn't go out, they could still have a nice celebration.
Allison was at the stove, preparing a cheese omelet when her mom came through the door. "Morning, darling. How are you doing? Did you get any sleep?"
"Fine. I slept pretty good despite Sarah being a little restless."
"How is she doing?"
"I think she's coming out of it. When we got up to `talk to Mother Nature' a few hours ago, she tried to joke with me. I want to go ahead with the plans."
"OK, provisionally. I'll bring the car over about 10 for the trip to the mall. But if I don't think Sarah is up to it, I reserve the right to pull the plug on the trip."
"OK."
"Anything I can do to help?"
"I've got everything in hand. If you could pour the juice, it would help a lot."
"My pleasure."
With the tray complete, Allison hugged her mom, "Thank you for standing behind me. I love you."
"I love you too. That's what moms do. I'll see you at 10."
Allison set the tray down beside the bedroom door and got ready.
Picking up the tray, Allison knocked on the door.
Sarah woke up to the knock on the door. The sun was up, a candle was lit, beautiful music was playing, and Allison was missing. She looked for the clock, Allison must have turned it around so she couldn't see it. She did notice the rose and card on the bedside table. The card looked like the parchment paper she liked at the paper store. Sarah turned on the lamp, picked up the card in one hand and the rose in the other.
The rose smelled very sweet. The open face of the card read:
Lady Sarah
When she opened the card, the inside face read:
The Queen Mothers have decreed that this is to be your day. You have but to answer the knock at your door and your Lady-in-Waiting will enter to grant your every desire. Her only goal is her determination to please and pleasure you any way she can. We do this in commemoration of your natal day and the last day of Paradise, this time.
"Come in," she said questioningly. The door opened and Sarah saw...
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