The Graduate

I had teased him and coaxed him for nearly two years before coming up with this plan. I wasn't sure if it would actually pan out, but it was always worth a shot.

"I have a present for you," I mentioned one Tuesday afternoon while talking on the phone.

"Oh yeah? What sort of present?" he asked, his voice trying its best to hide the excitement that dwelled within.

"A graduation present, of course. Silly. After all, we have been friends since 2009, and I've watched you go to Hell and back again with school, and I thought you might appreciate a gift from me."

The phone was silent for a moment on the other end. I practically strained to hear something, anything, my fingers tugging at the hem of my blouse as I sat there in the parking lot of the local Trader Joes. My seat was reclined back, and it was only just moments prior that I had spent myself; the interior of the car still reeked like the sweet musk of my pussy.

Finally he cleared his throat. "I'm not good with presents really... you don't have to give me anything."

"Too bad, Jack. You're getting it whether you want to or not."

"It's not like I ever win arguing with you," and I could hear the grin in his voice. "Alright, I'll let you give me a present, but only this once. The thought actually makes me uneasy, but I'll cave. JUST. THIS. ONCE."

His voice was deep in my ear as he demanded on this one time, and I squealed, nodding to his words, despite the actions unseen. I couldn't help but grin, either, and grin large. He is a turn on to me, and he knew it. After all, I had called him about twenty minutes prior, demanding that he listen to me as I got off in this parking lot.

So it was planned.

A week and a half later I sent him a text asking him his schedule. It was common for him to rarely reply, and when he did, he'd be busy doing this, or going there, or just not feeling well. I believed him; there was no doubt that he had a busy life, but sometimes I just wished he would make time for me. After all, this is a present of a lifetime!

Days went by.

Four days to be exact when he finally responded to my initial text! Four! And it stated: "I was at my friend's farm. Where are you? What are you doing? Want to hang out tonight?"

I had things I needed to be doing, places I needed to go, errands I needed to run...but I had the feeling in the pit of my stomach that tonight was the night, and if I didn't take a chance with it, this would be the last opportunity I would get in a long while. Fingers quickly typed in a response, "Absolutely. The Loop?" The Loop is an area in the city I reside, where hipsters meet with gangstas, hippies mainstream with yuppies, and people could just be people. It was as good a place as any, and it was right in between where we lived.

"I'll see you at 8, and I'll text you when I get there," was his reply. I didn't say anything back, but spent the rest of my afternoon thinking, planning, plotting. I even tied a velvet bow on his small boxed present.

It seemed like the hours just dragged on and on after his last text. I was busy around the house, trying to keep things in order, and I would often pause, thinking about Jack's present. I sure hope he would like it. I mean, he's been raving at how obsessed he was with them long before I chose what to give him, so I don't think he'll complain, but still... there's always that tinge of doubt when giving someone something that you think they'll really really...love, and then they decide it wasn't as spectacular a gift as they dreamt it would be. Thankfully there was only thirty minutes left before heading out of the house, and soon I would be finding out. I grabbed my keys, fluffed my hair and stepped onto the back porch of my house.

It was pouring.

Son of a bitch, I thought. Shrugging through the rain, I ran to my car and hopped in. Twenty minutes later, I rounded a corner in The Loop when my vibration notification informed me that he was there, and at SSDD. I found a spot to parallel park, tossed in a quarter at the meter, and jogged through the puddles of the pavement towards where he waited.

He stood there, under the awning, staring out at the busy street with the cars rolling by, flapping their wipers, their headlights shining through the raindrops as they fell from overhead. His hands were tucked in his jeans and his shoulders were raised as if he were shielding himself from the cooling air, even though it was still in the mid-80s out. He must have noticed me coming, for he turned to face me, his lips curving into a sideways grin.

"I didn't think the weather was going to do this tonight," he said, motioning to the rain that poured down around us. I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head. "It's really no big deal to me, Jack. I love the rain as it is, and it's cooling down some. About time we got a break in the humidity!"

During our period of small talk, thunder rolled overhead. In the distance, lightning could be seen illuminating the entire twilight sky, announcing the storms in its own elegant way. Finally, I broke through the topic at hand and mentioned the present, "So, Jack – I have your gift, but this isn't a good place for it. Besides, it needs to be unwrapped, and perhaps it's best we take it someplace else. I know how easily you embarrass, and I wouldn't want you blushing in front of others now!"

Jack's eyebrow raised, but for once he complied without even much of a second guess.

I led him around the corner of the record store down a side street. Cars were parked and forgotten as their owners surely sought shelter from the storm inside one of the buildings, not daring to escape into the weather just yet. Meanwhile, I was allowing myself, and obviously Jack, to get soaking wet as the storm gathered closer overhead. Thunder banged loudly, and I found myself giggling. After a brief and wordless walk, I settled down in the rain on a brick retainer wall and pulled out the box I had so neatly wrapped with velvet ribbon.

"Sit!" I demanded, patting the cement beside me. "It's only water! You'll dry. Just sit, Jack." And amazingly enough, he complied! Who knew it would be so easy tonight.

"This is insanity, you know," he said frankly. I could only find myself agreeing. I glanced around where we were and found only the empty shells of cars, two distant street lamps in opposite directions glaring their yellow light onto the alley below but neglecting where we sat, and a dumpster a few feet away. Jack sat beside me and placed his hands on his thighs, looking around. "Why can't you be normal and just give me a present in say, the Martini bar, or like, oh, my car may—" Thunder roared overhead, growling through the clouds, his words cut short from his throat. Both of us looked upwards, then to each other.

I couldn't help but smile as I held out the box. "Oh just shut up and open this..."

It was a small box, like one you would find at a jeweler's as you're picking out the next set of earrings you wish to bring home to your wife. He took the box in his hands, the rain pelting the cardboard, echoing the sound in the deserted alley. Lightning crackled as it ripped through the sky, illuminating his hands as they gently pulled back the ribbon. He looked at me, watching me peculiarly as he began to unravel it.

Meanwhile, my hair was matted to my face, and I scooped it back with my hands and tossed it sloppily over my shoulder. My face was drenched, as were my clothes. If it were ten degrees cooler that night, rather than 85, I would have been freezing. Anyway, I stared at his fingers, again another crack of lightning followed by a loud, angry burst of thunder, and he took off the lid.

There was nothing inside!

"Oh my god," I said. "That is SO embarrassing!" I hung my head in shame, frowning as I stared down at my hands, wringing the fingers.

"It's marvelous, you know," he said, letting out a laugh. "You dragged me out in the middle of a storm to give me nothing!" He even turned the box upside down to shake out the invisible contents.

"Now, now, Jack. This isn't funny. I'm so embarrassed." My hands tucked into my pockets as I turned my back to him. I stared out at the empty cars, eyes darting around as I studied the alleyway. Still no movement, and the rain was only coming down harder. A moment later and I turned to look back at him, a look of revelation present upon my face.

"Oh wait!" I moved my right hand in my pocket for him to notice. "I *do* have it!" And I let out a squeal of delight. "Oh man, just when I thought I was in trouble!" I laughed and took a step towards him. "Okay, since it's not in the box because I forgot to put it in there, you have to close your eyes and pretend that you're unwrapping it all over again, and pretend to be shocked, too. Okay!?"

"Get with it, woman!" he chuckled, his eyes closing. He was a sight to me that night, the weather taking it's wrath upon us, abusing us with a storm overhead.

"Okay," I smiled, watching as he kept his eyes closed. In that very instant, I took another step forward. "Hold out both hands, and cup them side by side..." and he did, obeying very well. I grinned. Another step forward, and just as lightning struck the air, my left hand shot forth and grabbed at his wrists, securing them in my fingers. I continued to watch his face, and for a second, his eyes startled open. "I didn't say to open your eyes!" I barked, and he quickly closed them.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

And it was another matter of seconds, perhaps split, that my right hand deftly found the button of his pants, unfastened, and quickly maneuvered the zipper down. And in another flurry of seconds, I found myself bent forward, my hot little mouth quickly seeking his member before he knew what in the hell was going on. I then let go of his wrists.

"Oh my god," he rumbled deep in his chest as my tongue flattened on the underside of his cock, my mouth forcing him inwards, suckling as I began to feel it thicken, to harden from the sensation. "Oh you sneaky little slut. You little trollop."

Jack and I had a history of dirty name calling, and it only made me suck him all the harder.

I shot down to my knees, caring not that I was resting half in a puddle. I stared up at his face, the rain pattering against my brow, my eyes, my nose, his cock in my mouth. Moaning, my fingers searched and pried away pants only to cup beneath his swollen balls. My god, I thought. I can't believe I am finally doing this.

He had shifted himself to half lean, half sit on the perch. His hands were holding up at his sides, and his hips were lazily rolling as my lips slunk to the base of his dick, tongue flicking upward along the shaft as my other hand pressed against his stomach. It didn't take long for that delicious piece of man meat to harden fully, and it didn't take long to notice that this was 8 inches of pure heaven, and it was pressed firmly to the back of my throat. Forcing my throat to constrict, I swallowed against his cockhead, fighting against the gag reflex. My eyes sought his, and as he looked down at me, I withdrew three-quarters of his prick and wrapped my hand around the base.

With years of practice and having acquired a love for cock-sucking, my little fist rotated gently along the length of him, leading then following this sultry little mouth of mine. Lips pursed and I trailed along the side, suckling as I fist-pumped his cock, pausing only to draw in one of his testicles against my tongue. When I stole another glance up at him, I saw that his eyes were closed, and he was elsewhere in his mind; perhaps even in time. Meanwhile, the storm, while lessening, still grumbled its angry thunder and flashed its threatening lightning. But I'll tell you now...I wasn't going anywhere.

I shifted onto one knee as I sat back on a heel, watching as my hand moved up and down the thickness of his cock. "This is a textbook perfect penis," I grinned, breaking his reverie. He looked down at me and smiled, his face suggesting a state of bliss. With a nod, his hand raised and found the back of my head, coaxing my face back down on his member. I complied, and it was only a matter of seconds that I was bobbing up and down along that dick, tasting the precum that already seeped through the slit of his head. I groaned deeply against the flesh, my other hand still massaging his testicles. I daringly pressed the pad of my middle finger against his taint, applying gentle pressure as I took his length all the way into the back of my throat, feeling him tickle my uvula. Working to 'clear my throat', I growled against his tip and pulled half back out, then fell back down upon it, lips encircling the very base, tongue pressing more firmly against the vein that pulsed with life and excitement.

And at this point, I even heard him gasp.

That was plenty enough to rile me up further. Despite the fact that my clothes were drenched, I could feel the heated stir between my legs, and just how wet my pussy was getting. Releasing his balls, I reached down and slipped that hand into the waistband of my pants, and further in to rest between my swelling pussy lips. I moaned again on his dick, pulling back to where just his cockhead balanced precariously on my tongue. I looked up at him again, one hand wrapped about his cock, the other skillfully working the stiffened bud of my clitoris. Whimpering, I watched as he grinned and I looked away, rolling my hips harder into my hand. My mouth caught once more the fullness of his head and swallowed down, feeling it press hard against the back of my throat, eliciting a hearty gag, followed by a thick stream of spit as I threw my head back from him. I looked back up, cock still poised in my fist and grinned, only to throw my face back down on it, pushing further to again be taunted by my reflex. The spit was heavy, and it coated the shaft deliciously for my hand to pump in time with my mouth. I encircled his head with my tongue, roughly sucking and loudly slurping as I worked him into frenzy. I am such a messy little cocksucker!

My own cunt was crying out, deliciously tortured by my trained fingers. I was close to my own orgasm, but I wasn't going to cum until he did.

I shifted again, maintaining my hungry fingers against my sodden pussy and watched up at his face, my eyes locked on his own gaze as I grinned with his cock spreading my pretty, pretty lips. His own mouth was drawn back in a snarl, and his eyes were heavy with lust and need, need and greed. I could sense it, I could feel that soon he would spurt and my wanton mouth was there to catch it.

I quickened the pace of both my mouth and my hands. My throat released deep, lustful moans against his shaft as I sucked him hard, pumping with the other hand that deftly rotated around the base, milking against it, coaxing it to cum. I was building, and building fast!

And just overhead, thunder roared through the horizon, chased by lightning as the sky lit up for a period of five seconds! It was then that his head threw back and his body tensed. It was then that my fingers sped on my cunt, working it into a fury, building, higher, higher... and god!

Into the back of my throat he shot, the sticky thick jizz blasting into my mouth. I buried my face to the hilt, ignoring the threat of any gags, and I swallowed every last drop of cum his delicious cock had to offer. My hand squeezed along the length of his dick, drawing out the very last of his essence, while my own body jerked in unison, my cunt dripping with her own delicious juices. My heart was pounding in my chest, in my head – it was all I could hear outside of the rain and the storm passing now overhead.

As his cock jerked the last bit of semen out, I pulled off, retrieved my hands and licked my fingers clean. Nothing like the taste of my own delicious pussy mixed with the tart saltiness of his desired cum. I grinned wide and brought myself into standing.

In the distance, thunder rolled again.

"The box was a ploy," I managed, watching him as he sat there staring at me, unable to say anything. I grinned wider. "It was all a part of my ruse, and you fell for it."

The rain was slowly letting up now, the sky parting clouds to show the darkness of the night overhead. People began to emerge once more from their sheltered existence and made way to their cars. Laughter could be heard a block down, and the traffic on the other side of the buildings could be faintly made out. I stood there watching him, fingers still tucked in my mouth. I grinned, casting a sideglance away as he finally managed his own smile. He nodded.

"Happy graduation, Jack," I muttered, dropping my hands to my side. "It was the best thing I could think of for the graduate."

And I left him there, spent, used, abused in a sense, all for my own satisfaction. I said no more, and I walked away, shaking off the rain and pulling out my keys. With a quick turn of my head, I could see him still leaning against the retaining wall, his belt and pants still undone but at least pulled up and somewhat decent. He still had a sloppy grin present, and he watched me walk away.

I know he'll always remember that night.

I know I can't shake it.