Graduation

Author's Note: This part is dedicated to Alison. I wish I pleased you better.

Chapter 10

In the following weeks, a lot of stories were told about Emi. Most were untrue, and thankfully, no one believed the stories involving a gang-bang. Nevertheless, Principal Pratt had become relentlessly frigid toward Emi; to the point that she had to start taking alternate paths on campus to avoid him. However, she never told her dad about any of this because she still didn't know what Mr. Pratt was alluding to and she didn't want to take any chances of pissing him off for Cherie's sake. She was starting to really like the shy girl and her quirky ramblings. Furthermore, she had reverted back to wearing her baggy close at school, even though she was excited about what Yasmin was doing to her wardrobe.

Graduation day finally arrived, and Emi woke up excited to start a new chapter in her life. Stretching on her soft, white sheets, her mind drifted to Kamran. She felt like they were still in the honeymoon stage of their relationship. Since she started the pill before prom, in anticipation of her first time, she knew she didn't have to use a condom on the night she'll remember forever. However, she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to explore him any way she could. Since then, she's scrutinized his appendage every way imaginable.

Her hand mindlessly drifted in between her legs to rub her already engorging vulva. 'Your pussy is so pretty.' She heard Kamran say in her head. 'Have you ever looked at it in a mirror?' She smiled at the memory while slipping a finger inside her little slit. 'Wait here... Don't move... Not a muscle.' She remembered him smiling and then getting out of her bed to retrieve a compact from the top of her dresser. Meanwhile, she thought, 'What is he doing? He is so weird.' Yet she adored him and wanted to spend every moment of every day with him.

She could still feel the warmth of his love as the warmth of her arousal increased. With wet fingers, she moved to massage around her clit. Heart rate rising, her hips moved with anticipation. She closed her fingers and arched her neck back. Eyes shut, she polished the hood clean before brushing it back.

'Just like this compact, your pussy is ergonomic in design and function. It protects all the sensitive parts inside its folds. Unlike its counterpart, there's no awkward appendage that gets in the way or needs to be adjusted. Everything is safely tucked away in a sensual, lovely pocket. And how your mons veneris is rounded and subtly prominent, giving way to your clitoris and closed, outer lips, is a stunning work of art...especially when it swells with arousal. The sleek way it wraps itself from the front toward the back between your legs is always fascinating to me, as if your vulva was engineered in a wind tunnel.

Of course the visually appealing cleft that the labia forms is just breathtaking. It draws the eye. Every part of you fits perfectly with the rest of you. Perfectly, like poetry. I dare to say that even naked, you are visually modest, like a living statue from the ancient days'

'Mm-hmm' She remembered patronizing him while giving him a flirtatious smile, but he continued with even more passion.

'I love everything about your little love tunnel. It's difficult to last very long. The walls of your inner chamber hold me snuggly, providing friction throughout all of me. Your wetness has the perfect amount of viscosity. It's a sticky wetness like syrup rather than a watery wetness, which only adds to the tightness. It even feels warmer due to the friction. Oh... And the scent, it's intoxicatingly arousing.'

'You are such a nerd, but you're MY nerd.' Her memories continued as they brought to life him kissing her mystic rose. She slid her fingers inside her shaft and furiously brought herself to climax.

Emi laid there for a full minute before willing herself to sit up and swing her legs off the side of the bed. She stood with a stretch before moving to her window where she opened it and inhaled a large breath. Sighing at the already humid morning, she thought, 'My hair is going to be frizzy all day.' Having washed it the previous morning, she was able to quickly rinse off in the shower and get back to her room. With the graduation gown being sky blue, she used a little blue eyeshadow and some lip gloss. She finished her hair with a half-updo style, tied with blue and white ribbons like the school colors.

Opening the closet and looking at the dress she and Yasmin picked out, Emi revisited a mischievous plan she's only been working on halfheartedly. She didn't want to put anything else on, but she wasn't sure how the rest of the day would play out and whether she would get tired of the gown. She decided she would staying naked underneath and put the dress in a duffel bag and leave it in the truck. With her sexy heals on, she walked down stairs where her dad was waiting. He was all smiles as his princess descended.

"Look at you. You look stunning. Can this old man get a hug?"

"Oh Dad. That's a bit dramatic." She said while wrapping her arms around his chest. He pressed her body into his and squeezed tightly. She thought about telling her dad about her nudity under her gown for a brief second but then decided, if he couldn't feel anything missing under his hug, it might be better not to say anything. Maybe she could get through the whole day without anyone being any the wiser.

Releasing his daughter and rocking back to see his angel's face, he asked, "So are you ready for today? Last day as a high schooler."

"Absolutely. This day couldn't have come soon enough."

"What did I tell you 'bout rushing through life?"

"I know; I know. But honestly, I'm so done with this place."

He tilted his head down to give his daughter an expression of wisdom. "Just you wait. In ten years you'll be looking forward to your class reunion and catching up with the people you're trying to run away from now."

Emi thought it was doubtful, but she wasn't going to argue.

"Okay, okay. Can we go now? Yasmin's asking where I am."

Chapter 11

Opening the Stephens' front door, Emi peered in to see Kamran standing at the foot of the stairs as if he was posing for GQ. She walked over to him as alluring as she could, not quite succeeding.

"Hey there."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss, and he held her low on her back.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He whispered less than an inch from her lips.

"You okay?"

"It's been a crazy year, and I'm glad it's over."

"Campus life got you down?"

"I don't want to talk about it. All I want is to hold you and kiss you."

His lips met hers again, and when they separated, his hands slid to her narrow hips. With a look of confusion, she knew he suspected something was a miss.

"Are you...?"

With a finger, he pulled the collar of her graduation gown forward to look down at her bare chest.

"Wow, that's something."

"That must be the first time anyone's said that to Emi." Yasmin said while starting down the stairs. "What's going on?"

Looking back at Emi for permission, Kamran turned to his sister. "What you see is ALL you get."

"What?"

"Well that didn't last long." Emi said with a bit of disgust.

"Wait, you mean..."

Answering her unasked question Emi explained, "I thought this would be..." She looked back to Kamran. "...y'know...a little sexy."

Kamran cupped her hips again smiling his devilish grin. "Oh, you succeeded."

He kissed her again, and Yasmin scoffed as she walked past them and turned toward the family room. The front door opened, and with a strong, gravelly voice, Emi's dad barked, "Brake it up you two!"

Kamran's head jumped up and his arms dropped down to his sides, while his dad and Mr. Stone walked through the doorway.

"Daddy, don't scare him like that."

While holding a half eaten slice of apple and stepping up onto the tiled entryway, Yasmin asked with a bit of hostility, "Can we go now?"

"No-no-no. Ve havta taka da picture." Maman quickly shuffled up behind her daughter and nudged her toward the spot were they took prom photos two months earlier. This time however, she pushed Kamran saying "harakat kon" to get him to move out of the way.

"Ugh! I swear." Yasmin complained while moving into position.

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Emi's dad drove into the parking lot behind the school and pulled into a space on the far end of the lot. After climbing down from the Chevy's regular cab, she embarrassingly realized that the lightweight gown was glued to her butt-cheeks. As discreetly as possible, she had to tear it away from her warm, sticky flesh. Feeling the heat of the day, she was grateful for the strong breeze that ran through her hair. However, Emi was having trouble navigating through the scattered gravel in her platform stilettos, so offering his arm to her, she and her dad walked into the school together.

Emi's graduating class only had forty-five students in it, but she couldn't tell how long they had to wait in the sticky air of the band room for everyone to show up and for the program to start. In the meantime, there was a lot of hugging. Originally, all of her closest friends could easily figure out her little secret but remained discreet. Then Cherie had her turn, and it was obvious that she was going to blurt out "you're naked!" loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. Thankfully, Emi was able to quiet her in time.

However, that wasn't enough to keep her secret hidden for long. It started slow. A classmate would come up to the girls, say something pleasant, and then hug two or three of Emi's friends before feeling her up and leaving. After several of these encounters, people started doing away with the pretenses by offering some awkward hugs with a smile before going in to cop a feel. Pretty soon she would just hug whoever came up to them so they would go away faster. But when Regina and her squad came up to her, all she said was, "Piss off."

"What, no dirty little hug for me? You've been passing 'em out like Halloween candy."

In a monotone voice, Emi asked, "What do you want?"

"Oh nothing, I just wanted to see you whore yourself out like you did at prom."

Yasmin stepped up like a mama bear protecting her young with her golden eyes bearing down on Regina. "You started those rumors!"

With a voice sweet enough to kill a diabetic, Regina answered, "I would never."

"What's your problem with me?" Emi asked in a genuine way that begged for an honest answer.

"Oh right, like you don't remember."

Emi just looked at the girl, too baffled to respond.

"You remember Junior High graduation."

Still nothing.

"At the reception? You put a piece of raspberry pie on my chair right before I sat down."

Emi covered a gasp with her hand.

"That's right. You remember. You sabotaged me and then you laughed. It looked like my uterus totally betrayed me all over my white gown. And you laughed."

"Regina, I didn't mean it. I..."

"Save it! You were my friend." Regina began to sing song, "And then you went right along, with your happy little life, like a naked little pixie, without a care in the world."

"I'm s..."

"PISS OFF!"

Regina mimicked and then stomped away mumbling something that sounded vindictive to Emi's ears. With Regina's squad following after her, Emi quietly argued, "It didn't happen that way." Although, she did remember laughing, which made her feel awful. Her friends tried to counsel her, but she was barely hearing it. All but Yasmin had to leave as they were instructed to line up in alphabetical order by last name. Emi walked like a zombie as she followed Yasmin. She didn't even feel her left heel get caught. All she knew was that her ankle twisted and she was going down, hard.

She was just about to cross onto the track that circled the football field, which would have been preferable. Emi instead tripped on a crack in the cement and fell sideways into the stairs leading to the bleachers, scraping the outside of her left calf on the edge of a concrete step. The pain instantly took her out of her fog, and she screamed. She could hear the "Ooooh" from the people next to her, and her first thought was how embarrassing it would have been if the whole audience could see her. Second, she could see blood and her torn graduation gown and wondered how bad her injury was. From a quick glance, she could see the bleeding wasn't excessive, but that's when she spotted a strap on her shoe had ripped. She had to take them off, toss them to the side, and do the graduation with feet totally bare. Yasmin helped her up, and wearing just her gown, she hobbled/ran after Yasmin to get back into the procession while the marching band played. Feeling a little hot, she wished she could feel more of the wind from where she was sitting.

When they all found their seats on the field and the band quieted, greetings and introductions were made from the principal. As valedictorian, Regina got up on stage to give her speech. 'Of course it was about unity and togetherness,' Emi thought, 'because she doesn't have an original thought in her head.' Emi immediately felt bad and wanted to wish those thoughts away. Not paying attention to the speech, she was surprised to hear her name.

Using finger quotes, Regina continued, "...tripping she 'accidentally' grabbed Jim's balls while playing flag football." She paused for the audience's laughter. Then demonstrating the actual cupping motion on the graduation stage, she called out to Emi, "What was this?" There was a new wave of laughter. "But that really brought our whole class together when we were all brand new to this big high school experience. So, thank you Emi, truly."

Emi turned bright red as everyone stared at her. She wanted to run and hide, thinking she has had all she could take of this place. On top of everything else, she was sweltering under the bright sun and her graduation gown was sticking to her like Saran Wrap. That was the first time she noticed that the gowns don't breathe. Pinching the impermeable polyester, she tried to resuscitate the air around her skin, with little success. She lowered the zipper down to the middle of her chest trying to get some ventilation.

Looking at Yasmin, she couldn't understand how the girl was keeping it together so well. She knew she had to be the only one just wearing a cap and gown; meanwhile, everyone else had on, what her Papaw would call, their "Sunday best." Despite having the least on however, she felt like she was the only one dying.

Although, she realized there was another having trouble. The boy next to her look like he was in bad shape. All of the sudden, he puked. Yasmin squealed and Emi started to gag as she noticed a few splatters had gotten on her bare foot. She tried to wipe her foot on the grass as he turned to her and sheepishly said, "I'm feeling much better now."

"As long as

you're

feeling better."

He just smiled at her. She wanted to tell him she was being sarcastic and to get the fuck away from her, but he looked too pathetic. Besides, he was stuck there just as much as she was. Smelling the alcohol in the vomit was bad, but it was made worse by the wet heat in this Floridian humidity.

Not thinking she could hold back her own projectile assault, she was praying that whoever this guessed speaker was would finish up and get off the stage. Eventually Emi's wish came true and they were getting ready to present the students with their diplomas. The problem was that only one row got up at a time.

Being on the last row, it was finally time for Emi to stand. After discretely pealing the gown out of her sweaty butt-crack, she felt bad for everyone who had to walk through the puke behind her, but with her bare feet, she was glad she would not be subjected to it. Approaching the stairs to the stage, one of Emi's teachers stopped her.

"Make sure you zip up your robe there, Dear. You wanna look presentable, don't you?"

Reluctantly, she pulled on the zipper and looked ahead wishing she could just go home. She painfully climbed the stairs with streaks of dried blood running down her leg, but at the top, Emi was pleased to realize she was high enough to feel some of the wind. Limping out to the middle of the stage, she didn't care about anything except indulging in her relief. With a big smile, she opened her eyes, walked up to Principal Pratt and reached out to shake his hand. Just after slipping her hand into his, a gust of wind caught her gown and filled it like a parachute. This strong gust, however fantastic it may have felt, lifted Emi's gown high enough to show everyone how little she was wearing. With muffled screams, she tried to get control of it. Emi couldn't be sure how much of her little naked body was visible. All she could see was the material of her gown covering her face, while she imagined everything from her nipples down was exposed to the air and everyone looking her direction.

With her fear engulfing all of her thoughts, she didn't even notice she was only fighting her synthetic mask with one hand. She eventually realize she couldn't raise her right arm to aid with her entanglement, but she couldn't imagine how she was caught or on what. Her mind's eye traveled down to where she felt the most restricted, and she suddenly felt the pain in her hand.

When Emi's secret was out in the open, Pratt had tightened his grip delaying her recovery. She wasn't clear how, but the gown dislocated from her head and hung between them over hands still locked together. Confusion was replacing fear, but seeing the expression on the principal's face, anger started bubbling to the surface. Pratt pulled the naked girl in close making Emi look down at their embrace, and she saw his other hand release his grip on her robe as he motioned to the stack of diplomas. He then began to snarl through the pollution of his breath, which was back with force.

"I warned you, you little bitch. You're never getting this."

Emi hadn't realized she'd started crying until her tears began stinging in her eyes. She was still feeling all these emotions when horror started creeping into consciousness.

'Does this mean I have no proof of graduating? Did I graduate? What does this mean for college? What do I need to do to get a diploma or is a GED the best I can do? How's that going to affect my time at Mr. Will's office this summer?'

The principal released his strangle hold on her hand and rocked back a step. Emi must have given him a look of realization because he was smiling a wicked grin when she raised her eyes to him again. All of this was too much for her to handle, and she wanted to run back into the tunnels.

Limping down the opposite stairs, she met her dad's eyes with tears running down her cheeks. While impatiently stomping toward her, he dipped his left shoulder almost imperceptibly. A move Emi knew all too well, so she stretched out her free arm in kind. Behind the stage, he scooped up his baby girl with one arm and continued off the field.

"I'm sorry Daddy. I didn't mean for that to happen."

His hand cradling her little ass, he didn't respond and carried her with tension-filled silence back to the band room where he sat her on a chair.

"Don't be mad, please."

With a jaw that had turned into granite, eyes glazed over, and a voice that was ice cold, he ignored her and questioned, "What did he say to you?"

She lifted her doe eyes to confess, "He said I'm not graduating."

"Hah! We'll see about that."

With just that first syllable, Emi breathed a sigh of relief. She knew how much of a bull her father was. If he wanted something, he'd have it come hell or high water. At the very least, she felt like she could handle anything if she knew her dad was behind her one hundred percent.

Sensing that there was more, he demanded. "What else?"