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— CHAPTER 57: Graduation —

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The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large bare breast I was currently palming beneath her nightie. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into her panty-covered ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her platinum-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

Almost automatically, I set to work gently stroking her body, titillating her senses, and teasing her flower petals open. Sam had given me carte blanche on the whole consent thing, and it seemed at least once or twice a week that she got forcefully woken up to find me pushing into her. But it was right around the time that I began tickling her clit that I finally shook the mental cobwebs free enough to remember my plans for the next time this opportunity presented itself.

I forced myself to be really patient. On the one hand, what I had in mind required no natural lubrication, so I suppose I could’ve set my plan into motion and minimized the chances of her waking up on her own. On the other hand, I still wanted her to wake up on the verge of orgasm. So I took long, deep breaths. I spent extra time dipping my finger into her honeypot to keep my fingertips slick. And I waited until I knew she’d be absolutely SOAKED inside.

And then I rolled my bodaciously busty girlfriend forward onto her belly. Gently. Slowly. I peeled her panties halfway down her thighs. I retrieved the lube from the nightstand to prep myself although I didn’t dare try to squirt any into her. And after straddling her luscious bubble butt on my knees, I nudged my slickened cockhead into her crack, took careful aim, and started pushing.

“Holy fucking SHIT!,” Sam gasped as she abruptly awoke, her head jerking back as she suddenly found herself with four inches of thick dick in her ass. As she’d been unconscious, her sphincter had given way without resistance, but it now clamped up tighter than ever and briefly arrested my descent.

Reaching down, I grabbed her asscheeks and physically spread them apart while murmuring, “Good morning, lover.”

“Holy fucking shit, Matty…” Sam repeated, groaning as she set her chin back down, the tension fleeing her shoulders as she relaxed and let me in. I swiftly claimed every last inch of her colon, rooting myself completely. She shivered as I kissed the back of her neck, and then her cheek, and finally she turned her face to mine to meet my lips.

“You got another first,” I chuckled with a smirk and leaned forward to plant my hands to either side of her shoulders.

She put her palms against the backs of my hands and interlaced our fingers together, closing her eyes momentarily. “Holy fucking shit that’s a crazy way to wake up. Sheer terror, not understanding what the fuck is going on followed by immediate bliss at realizing it’s you… the great love of my life… so deep inside me. I wish Neevie hadn’t already called dibs on the whole ‘sacred core’ bit because… FUCK… I love this feeling.”

“Great love of your life?” I asked with a chuckle.

She squeezed my hands and looked at me seriously. “You’re The One.”

I blinked, a little surprised at the intensity of her emotions.

She grinned immediately. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna ask you to reciprocate that particular endearment. Not with Belle and Neevie coming with us.”

“I may not be able to call you The One, but you are My Favorite,” I told her sincerely.

Sam giggled. “Works for me. Now cornhole the hell out of me, lover. We still gotta get to school.”

I checked the clock. “It’s Graduation Day. We’ve still got like… two hours until we need to be there.”

Sam squeezed her anal muscles around my invading prick. “Well we don’t need to make it a quickie, but start fucking my arse already. We’ll be taking a zillion photos today and I’ll need extra time to do my makeup.”

“You look gorgeous just the way you are, Aphrodite.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re balls-deep in my arsehole, Neo.”

“The two true facts are completely independent of each other,” I protested. “And ‘Neo’? Really?”

“What? Thought you liked that movie.”

“I did. It’s just that all you girls keep saying the only guys hotter than me are Brad Pitt and Keanu.”

“Of all three, you’re the only one I’d ever let into my arse.”

“Seriously? Even if Keanu Reeves showed up on your doorstep wanting to fuck your brains out?”

“Only you. I swear.”

I grinned and hugged her close. “I love you.”

She giggled and clenched her colon around my cock again. “I love you too. Now start fucking.”

I did.

****

Sam decided to wear slinky lingerie under her graduation gown.

And nothing ankara escort bayan else.

Seriously.

No blouse, no skirt. Just a fire-engine red cage bra with crisscrossing straps across the chest held together by a gold metal circle at the top of her cleavage, and matching panties that exposed several bands of skin along her hips. Red fuck-me stiletto high heels completed the look, and when she emerged from my bathroom clad in that outfit I immediately popped a fresh boner despite having pulled out of her exquisite asshole and pumped my load all over her gorgeous face less than an hour earlier.

“Holy crap!” I exclaimed in amazement, already dressed in my crisp white dress shirt, a tie Belle picked out for me last year, and black dress slacks as I reclined on my bed. My jaw hanging open, I asked, “When did you get that outfit?”

“Last night.” She jerked a thumb out the door and nonchalantly replied, “I raided Beverly’s secret stash.”

My boner was now quite confused, and my mouth gaped open. “You’re joking, right?”

She didn’t answer save for a mischievous smirk while walking into my closet to pull her graduation cap and gown off its hanger. Her smirk broadened as she took my graduation cap and gown off its hanger as well and tossed the items to me. I merely caught them and continued to gawk while my uber-hot Head Girlfriend finished putting on her graduation gown. And only after the cheap polyester in our school’s main color covered up that fire engine red ensemble did I finally close my gaping pie hole and stand up to get dressed.

Belle came over to join us for the drive to school. We students were assembling early, and by agreement the seven BTC girls and I rendezvoused at our usual lunch table one last time before walking together to the school’s basketball court where all of the graduating seniors were being sequestered in preparation for our last march as a group. Our parents would be heading to the football field and its bleachers where the ceremony itself was being held. The way the girls tittered and giggled and kept sneaking glances at me, I wondered if they ALL had gone without regular clothing underneath their gowns. So with that idea in my head, I sidled up behind Naimh and casually wrapped my arm around her waist. And when she leaned into me for a sideways hug and a quick peck on the lips, I let my hand drape down so I could cup her ass through the gown’s fabric.

The horny little minx wasn’t even startled. The hot redhead just pressed herself even tighter into me and then shoved her tongue in my mouth, nevermind that we were all trapped in fairly close quarters with the entire senior class.

And no, she definitely wasn’t wearing pants or shorts or anything beneath her gown. Hell, from the feel of her ass in my palm, I thought she might be wearing a thong.

Maybe…

Of course, after THAT first kiss, all six of the other girls wanted a quick makeout session with me (nevermind that we were still all trapped in fairly close quarters with the entire senior class). On the other hand, we were the BTC. Nobody paid us much attention anymore.

And no, apparently none of THEM were wearing anything more than lingerie underneath their gowns either.

My eyes were still pretty big after Alice went last in getting a pre-ceremony makeout session, and I muttered, “You all realize we’re meeting up with our parents after this, right?”

“What? We’re wearing our gowns,” Naimh reasoned. “It’s not like anyone else is gonna grab our arses to check what we’re wearing underneath.”

I steamed just a little and glared at Sam. “I thought we agreed on keeping things relatively low-key in front of the parentals, not risking complete discovery.”

Sam shrugged. “What? Every set of parents knows you’re fucking us by now. Now maybe there are only a few who know you’re fucking ALL of us, but even if somebody figures out we’re going commando underneath our gowns–“

“Wearing just your underwear isn’t ‘going commando’,” I sighed while rubbing my forehead.

“Whatever. We’re a bunch of girls having harmless fun on our Graduation Day. Or are you saying you’re NOT looking forward to the after-party when we stand in a row and unzip these gowns at the same time?”

“You’re right. You’re right.” I held up my hands. “I surrender. I surrender. I just really hope we don’t get caught.”

Thankfully, we didn’t get caught.

We did, however, socialize with everyone’s families. After the ceremony, the parents all came down onto the field to congratulate and hug their children. I had to force myself to remember to breathe knowing I was about to interact with the parents of all SEVEN of my girlfriends back-to-back-to-back (to-back-to-back-to… you get the idea).

I started by getting graduation congratulations from Mother and Belle’s Dad. The two of them had sat together in the bleachers and socialized side-by-side, more because they were familiar with each other than anything else. I genuinely couldn’t tell which one of them was prouder of me, although if I’m ankara bayan escort being honest, I was more appreciative of Mr. K’s involvement in getting me to this point. When he hugged me, I clutched him close… the closest thing to a father-figure I had, really. I thanked him for everything he had done for me, told him I never would’ve gotten this far without his love, care, and support, and in the end we were both getting misty-eyed.

Mari and her parents soon joined us, and despite the recent revelation that I was not monogamously exclusive to their daughter, at least from my end it felt like nothing had changed at all. Her dad was really chill with me, although the naturally taciturn man barely said a few words beyond simple congratulations. Mari’s luscious Latina mom still flirted with me despite everything; I figured that was just her default setting. After that, I took my leave of all of them and sought out the rest of my girlfriends.

I figured I’d go after the most difficult challenge first to get it out of the way, which for once would NOT be Neevie’s parents. Today would be the first time I’d get to talk to Zofi’s mom and dad since the weekend she came out of the closet, and as it turned out they were unexpectedly warm with me.

“Matt! So good to see you again. Congratulations on your graduation.” To my surprise, Mr. Zelazowski hugged me. He’d never actually hugged me before. Pulling me close, he whispered into my ear, “I am so very sorry for how everything turned out.”

“Please, don’t be,” I replied quietly, pulling back far enough to look him in the eye, although he kept his hands on my shoulders. “Everything turned out for the best.”

Nodding slowly, Zofi’s dad glanced both ways and then pulled me a few steps further to the side. Zofi’s mom was chatting with Sam’s parents, and Sam and Zofi themselves were another five feet further away giggling with some of their old friends from the popular crowd. Nobody was paying any attention to us at the moment.

Looking me in the eye and speaking softly, the older man said, “Zofi loves you, you know. I know she’s a lesbian, that her heart will ultimately belong with another woman, but there is still love there. Believe me, I have lived with Zuzanna long enough to understand how a lesbian can still love a man.”

I smiled and shook my head. “You’re trying to reassure me and I appreciate it, but it’s not necessary. I know Zofi loves me, in her own way, and I’ll always love her. I promise you I will always be there for her. She’s going off to Princeton to start a new chapter in her life, but if she ever needs anything from me, I swear I’ll take care of her in whatever way she might need.”

“Even if she needs a child from you someday?” His eyes were serious, and I was mature enough to recognize he was far more concerned with the myriad complications and consequences of such a decision than the physical act of procreation with his daughter.

Looking the older man straight in the eyes, I nodded and stated firmly, “I promised her I would.”

Mr. Zelazowski took a deep breath. “I appreciate the sentiment, but please allow me to give you the advice of an elder. You are still young, and it is easy to make these promises today. But many years down the road, when you perhaps have a wife and family of your own, the factors will be different, hmm?”

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I understand what you’re trying to tell me. Time changes everything. It feels like my entire life has been flipped upside down in the past year alone, so how can I possibly know what things will be like however many years from now when — or even IF — Zofi asks me to keep that promise. Still, if Zofi needs me, I have every intention of keeping my promise.”

He nodded and patted my shoulder, the matter apparently settled for the moment. But before he withdrew, the topic that had been preying on my mind came forth.

“How is…?” I began before pausing and once again glancing around to make sure we had relative privacy before continuing. “How is your wife?”

Zofi’s dad gave me a nod and a smile. “She’s doing well, all things considered. Thank you for asking. There is still a long road ahead, but…”

I remained silent as his voice trailed off, allowing the older gentleman to gather his thoughts.

Finally, he finished, repeating, “There is still a long road ahead.”

I nodded, unwilling to press him further, accepting what I had already learned so far.

I take no credit whatsoever for the resolution of Zofi’s brief estrangement. Not everything is about me. From what I understand, all credit belongs to her dad, with an important assist from Sam. I don’t know all the details, but I do know that Zofi’s dad spent all that weekend convincing his wife that times had changed, that the modern American society around them wasn’t the same as the conservative Polish one they’d grown up in, and that it wasn’t fair for them to impose the same close-minded morals on their daughter that had tortured her during her sincan escort bayanlar adolescence.

Then Sam somehow managed to track down Maja, who had left Poland immediately after high school and was now in a civil union with another woman in Berlin. Zofi’s mom and her high school girlfriend had a long heart-to-heart phone call, after which Zofi’s mom apparently went into her room and cried for an entire night and day. And when she finally emerged, she decided she could not take away from Zofi what had been wrongly taken from her.

It was a start. Zofi moved back home, and Zofi’s parents started counseling. There was no risk to their marriage; as Mr. Zelazowski had pointed out, he had lived long enough with his wife to understand how a lesbian could still love a man. Rather, they were visiting a therapist together in order to help Zofi’s mom come to terms with her own sexuality as well as come to terms with Zofi’s, both things that would not come easily. As Zofi’s dad had said, there was still a long road ahead.

I had no doubt that Zofi’s family still had a lot of things to sort out in defining their new normal, but for better or worse, it wasn’t my problem. She wasn’t my girlfriend anymore, and while I would still be both Zofi’s friend and on friendly terms with her parents, there wasn’t much I could do except be there in case she needed me.

Speaking of whom, Zofi said goodbye to her old friends and then meandered over to join us. Zofi’s mom came over as well. Zofi came straight to me, gave me a quick peck on the lips and a warm hug. I then slipped my arm around my ex-girlfriend’s waist, as comfortable as if we were still “together”, and politely accepted Mrs. Zelazowska’s congratulations.

I perhaps wasn’t the only one who thought Zofi and I still looked the part of a dating couple. Zofi’s mom gave us a melancholy look, the kind of look that suggested she was mourning the death of her dream that Zofi would turn out to be straight and live a “normal” hetero life with me. Then again, her expression could be one of regret for her actions that weekend, or regret for actions from a lifetime ago. Whatever the reason, my presence seemed to be causing her some measure of discomfort, so without further delay, I hugged Zofi close, checked to reassure myself she was genuinely content with the situation, and then took my leave of Zofi’s family.

Despite the somewhat melancholy ending to my brief visit with Zofi’s parents, all in all I’d gotten through it with surprising ease. And as it happened, getting through the rest of my parental visits turned out to be similarly easy.

Sam’s mom and dad were still right next to us, and they both politely offered their congratulations when I walked over to greet them. From the way Sam’s dad scrutinized me with a somewhat colder look than he’d ever given me before, I think he’d finally figured out I wasn’t gay, and was perhaps even rather jealous at the idea of me having more than one girlfriend in the BTC. At least he didn’t say anything threatening or make some off-hand remark to his shotgun collection or something. Sam’s mother, on the other hand, was quite warm with me and even gave me a quick hug while congratulating me.

Next was Alice’s mom. Rather than chatting with the BTC girls at the moment, Alice was with her other friends Lucia and Seo-yeon, both of whom would be attending UCLA with her in the fall. All three sets of parents were huddled together talking about SoCal. Alice’s mom and Seo-yeon’s parents kept shifting to Korean and then having to stop and translate into English for Lucia’s parents. When Alice saw me, she quickly split off, gave me a quick fist bump, and then wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a fierce kiss. None of the parents seemed to mind, and afterwards her mom and I had a pleasant little chat before I continued on my way.

As it turned out, I never met up with Naimh’s or Holly’s parents. Their daughters were circulating without them, and for all I knew both sets of parents had already left. Holly was chatting with other friends she might never see again, flitting from one group to the next, although she did take a quick timeout to shove her tongue down my throat while the two girls she’d been chatting with tittered behind me. Naimh I actually found when I returned back to Belle and Mari. She was chatting quite animatedly with Mother, of all people.

All three girls gave me quick kisses upon my arrival, one right after the other. I briefly glanced over at Mari’s parents to gauge their reaction after Naimh’s kiss. After all, we’d only told them that Belle and Mari were sharing me. But Mari’s mom didn’t bat an eyelash (except to bat her eyelashes at me coquettishly as if suggesting she wanted to join my harem or something). Mari’s dad just smirked and if anything, looked a little jealous (I’ve said before the Irish beauty was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen). And of course, both Belle and Mari were holding onto my arms by then as well, one on each side.

Eventually, though, all eight of us made it through the ceremony unscathed. The parents bid us goodbye (THEY weren’t invited to our little after-party), and in the end I had seven girls wearing graduation gowns and very little else crammed into my minivan. Ten minutes after that, the eight of us walked into my empty house.

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