Presents for Sophie - 6.

Sophie’s eyes go wide when she sees the new haul laid out on her bed. Earrings catch the light first, then the sleek watch, the little butterfly top that already looks like trouble, the crisp white dress, a bag, a cap, even a scattering of rose-shaped hearts. She laughs under her breath. Her friend Tara went all out with the handmade pieces, and Sophie runs her fingertips over every one of them. She lifts the butterfly top, holds it to her chest, then slips the white dress off its hanger. The fabric whispers over her skin as she steps into it, bare underneath. A small turn in front of the mirror and the hem rides high on her thighs. She trades the plain earrings for the new pair, fastens the watch around her wrist, and lets the delicate chain from Tara dangle between her collarbones. The camera drifts down. She trails two fingers along the neckline, then lower, tracing the soft swell of her breast before the dress slips off one shoulder. Another slow tug and the fabric pools at her waist. She steps out of it, completely naked now, only the new jewelry and a flush across her chest. Sophie sinks onto the edge of the bed. Her knees part, and her hand finds the slick heat between her legs. She moves in unhurried circles, breath catching every time her fingers glide over her clit. The watch glints on her wrist. The butterfly top lies crumpled beside her, forgotten. The earrings swing gently when she tips her head back and moans, quiet at first, then sharper as her hips lift to meet her own touch. She keeps going until her thighs tremble and her toes curl against the sheets, the last present forgotten on the floor.