Graduation Day

Author's note: I've been attending a lot of graduation ceremonies recently, and I just couldn't stop my imagination from running away (; Decided to see if I could write something short and simple for once, so hope you enjoy this sweet little vignette (:

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"Mrs. K! You came!"

Rae wrapped me up in a hug, still in her graduation gown. I told myself that was how she probably hugged everyone. She was just that kind of person.

"Of course," I said. "Like I wouldn't come to the valedictorian's party?"

I returned the hug stiffly, more professionally than I had for any other student who'd hugged me at their graduation party. Her electric grin as we separated had a knowing hint of something else in it. It always did. And it always made me nervous.

Especially because I felt my gaze involuntarily run over the rest of her. She was positively gleaming in that white gown. It made her frosty blue eyes even bluer -- and the way they were dancing with excitement and mischief only made me even more anxious.

She casually stepped a leg out and gave a subtle tug to the gown, exposing just for a second the tanned skin up to her knee. I didn't have to close my eyes to imagine the rest: how that soft skin got paler the higher it went up her toned, silky thigh.

For her, this was a game. That's how teenagers are. The consequences of getting caught were just theoretical -- something that could only happen to someone else, not to her.

I tried not to let a little smile creep onto my face as I surveyed her parents' expansive backyard. It was filled with all the hallmarks of a classy graduation party: barbecue, yard games, tons of people Rae probably barely knew.

"Mrs. Klein! We're so glad you came!"

It was Rae's mom. I wasn't sure which muscles were responsible for it, but I tried my best to keep the color from draining out of my face. I was hoping I wouldn't have to look her parents in the eye one more time, but I should've known Rae would have been scheming up the opposite.

"Hi June! Thanks for inviting me!" I tried to smile the same professional grin I gave to every parent. I could feel the heat from Rae's devilishly pleased smile radiating off her face while she beamed at the two of us shaking hands.

"Of course, you should hear the way Rae talks about you." The expression on the other woman's face was thankful. I strained to keep mine as neutral as possible. Rae talking about me at all wasn't a good thing. But then, why shouldn't she talk about her teachers? "It's like you're her second mom!"

Rae guffawed next to us. Even I had trouble keeping a laugh inside.

"Well, couldn't ask for a better Mother's Day then, I guess. She's a special young woman," I said -- and I meant it. We both looked at Rae with admiration. "And she sure knows it, doesn't she?"

We all laughed and Rae's smile got just a little more crooked the longer she let her eyes linger on me.

"Hey Mrs. K, I actually got you something. It's inside." She turned to her mother. "I'll be back out in like 15!"

Her mom smiled and shrugged in the way any mother would at their excited and inscrutable 18-year-old daughter.

Rae took my hand, sending a charge through me at the sensation of touching her in front of all these people. She led me up the stairs of the deck, through the glass sliding doors and into the kitchen of the three-story house. Guests were milling about in here, too, so all she did was flash me another smile and a wink while I pretended I was being reluctantly dragged along by the woman of the hour.

Up a couple of flights of stairs, and we were in her room. The walls were covered in posters of soccer players, bands, inspirational sayings. Even though the room was bigger than my first apartment, it was filled to the brim with years of artifacts: stuffed animals, school projects, books, photos.

I didn't even try to stop myself from inhaling the hint of vanilla that always wafted off of her as she shut the door behind me.

"Thanks for coming Mrs. K," she said in a low, quiet voice, her grin only getting wider as she closed the gap between us, my back to the door.

Now that we were alone, I smiled back.

Rae pressed herself against me so I could feel her trim, teenage body in the folds of her billowing graduation gown. She was still in her matching high heels, tall enough that our eyes were at the same level.

Hers were still alight with the excitement of the big day. More than a small part of me was flattered a young woman like her would want to spend it with me. Maybe a bigger part of me than I wanted to admit.

I didn't have to spend long thinking about it, thank goodness. Her soft lips met mine, and I let my hands roam her gown, pulling her in closer. Her slender fingers cupped my cheek. She was always so gentle. So kind. I reminded myself she was that way with everyone, not just me. One of the many reasons everyone liked her so much -- why her backyard was filled with people she barely knew.

But she wasn't out there with them. She was up here. With me.

My tongue slid across her lips and into her waiting mouth, and I squeezed a handful of her taut, tiny ass. She giggled into my mouth, pulling up her gown so I could reach underneath and squeeze her warm skin in the same spot instead.

Skin unobstructed by panties.

I grinned and shook my head as our lips parted, but our bodies remained just as close.

"What?" she said quietly, as if she didn't know.

"You were like that the whole ceremony?"

She just smirked and winked, then kissed along my neck. I couldn't help but close my eyes, the teenage valedictorian licking along my skin as if it could possibly have been having the same effect on her as her soft, smooth skin had on me.

"And I was thinking about this the whooole time, Mrs. K."

"You know I don't like it when you call me that," I said, playing my part. She was expecting to me to say it, and I wasn't about to disappoint. Not today, of all days.

"Oh?"

She turned and pressed her back against me, hiking up her gown with one hand and taking mine in the other.

"Yeah," I said as she guided my hand between her slender thighs.

"What should I call you?" Those blue eyes glittered up at me playfully.

I couldn't help it -- I kissed her again, luxuriating in the softness of her lips. Everything about her was so soft and inviting, so smooth and supple in a way age would inevitably erode away. That never seemed to stop her from taking the same pleasure in me, though. I couldn't understand why. I didn't really want to, either.

Instead, I just enjoyed the warmth of her body grinding subtly against me, the way she almost hummed as I rubbed lightly over her smooth mound while we kissed.

"You can call me whatever you like," I said, a little smirk forming at the corners of my mouth.

"Eryn?"

My other hand massaged her handful of a breast through the gown, my fingers settling on her hardening nipple through the silky fabric.

"If you want," I said with a shrug. She had a way she liked this to go, and I was happy to oblige.

She gasped as my finger slid along her slit, and her eyelids fluttered while I began to rub gently above her clit.

"No," she said, a little breathless.

I lowered my head and licked her neck lightly, letting my tongue rise up to her earlobe. I gave it a little nibble and felt her hand slither upward, grabbing at my short hair while I sped up the tight little circles between her legs.

"What do you want to call me, then?" I said in a low voice, directly into her ear.

I lowered my hand and felt her wet against my fingers, her body pressing tighter into me as it tensed. I slipped a finger inside her warm, teenage pussy, and we both groaned.

"Ahhhh y-you know," she said haltingly. I returned my thumb to rubbing over her clit, and squeezed her breast in rhythm with my finger.

"Do I?"

I kissed her neck again and slid a second finger inside, speeding up just a fraction, and felt her hand grip my hair as tightly as she could, pressing herself against me for balance.

"Yessss," she hissed out.

"Hmmm." I let the vibrations linger, humming through her soft cheek nuzzled into mine and out to the rest of her body.

I fingered her more rapidly now, and could smell her faint scent through her vanilla-tinged perfume. I let out a short gasp of my own at the combined sensations, at the effect I could have on this young woman who was so beautiful, so smart, so well-liked.

"Yessss just like that," she whispered. My thumb sped up, too.

"Say it," I said softly into her ear. "You know I love it when you say it, Rae." Truthfully, it didn't do much for me on its own. But that wasn't the point. What it did to her -- mmmm. That did something for me. "Are you gonna be a good girl for me?"

I lightly touched the sensitive knob of her clit with my thumb, and she jolted in my arms, nodding vigorously. Her hand on my head tried to pull me down to her and the other clamped onto my hand between her legs.

"Yessss! Mommy, pleasssseeee," she moaned, a little too loudly for my liking. But we were on the third floor. Surely no one would hear us.

Rae's hand let me resume my work and I rubbed her faster, teasing her clit as I sped up, feeling every little twitch in her taut, wobbling body. I played with her nipple through the gown, but had to focus on keeping her upright while she writhed against me.

"Mmmm, yeah, you like that?" I said in the kind, caring tone I reserved only for her. "You like being mommy's good little girl, don't you, Rae?"

"Yessss," she gritted out, nodding again. I could tell she was close to crying, all her emotions wrapped up together in a tightly wound ball that she was trying to keep from snapping apart. Rae always got so emotional -- and it turned me on in a way I'd never felt before I met her. I loved being the one to make her feel this way, being the one she wanted to make her feel this way.

Of anyone, her age or otherwise, she could have chosen -- it was my fingers she wanted inside her, my hands that made every muscle in her body tense up.

Me she wanted to be her...

"Mommmmyyyy, ahhh, YESSSS, keep going!" Rae said as I drove her to the precipice. I knew every movement of her body as she got closer: the scrunch of her eyebrows; the tightening of her hot, dripping pussy around my fingers; the way her body was buckling against me.

"Mmmm," I whispered into her ear soothingly, "you're such a good girl." I kissed the top of her blonde hair gently, then kept going -- ready to finish her in my arms as I tortured her throbbing clit underneath her graduation gown. "Cum for me, Rae. Cum for mommy."

Rae let out a whimper and a groan through gritted teeth, loosing all the tension that had been building in her light, lithe body.

"That's it, let it all out for mommy," I encouraged, quickening my fingers inside her while she convulsed, shuddering in my arms.

I gripped her chest, keeping her tight against me to keep her from buckling while her legs went to rubber, and helped her along through her orgasm with my fingers.

"Shhhh," I whispered, kissing her cheek and then her neck while she tried to regain her breath. I could see her reddened cheeks, streaked with a tear. They were burning up against my lips. Everything burned so hot when you were young.

My fingers were drenched in her juices when I pulled them up from beneath her gown, and I licked them clean with a soft moan, long past any sense of shame about how much I loved her teenage taste.

I held her in my arms against the door for a few minutes while she recovered, tracing little kisses along her neck. Finally, she turned in my arms and grinned at me, that beaming smile that lit up every room she was in. This time it was just for me. I smiled back and she kissed me, her lips filled with a longing I hadn't felt before -- especially not after an orgasm. I was only too eager to return the sentiment.

"I really did get you something," she said quietly when our lips parted, her smile more lopsided.

I raised an eyebrow.

Kicking off her high heels, Rae left my arms and hopped across the room to a cluttered desk, then returned to me, presenting a roughly opened envelope.

Curiously, I pulled out a folded sheet of paper inside, and I felt my expression soften and my smile grow as I read. When I got the gist, I flicked my gaze up to teenage valedictorian in front of me, her electric-blue eyes staring at me with the kind of craving, anxious expectance in them that made me realize how much more this meant to her than I thought.

I smiled wider, and she grinned, apparently relieved that I was happy about it. How could I possibly have been any other way? She could've gone to any college she wanted. But she picked one here.

She flopped into my arms, relieved, and we kissed again, long and passionately -- no longer bound by a time limit.

Eventually she rested her head on my shoulder, a few rebellious strands of her blonde hair tickling at my nostrils, as we held each other in her room.

I turned to her, Rae's blue eyes sparkling up at me with something more than mischief now.

"Happy Mother's Day," she whispered with a grin I couldn't help but return, "Mommy."

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed (:

Arcadia