Golden Graduation Goodbyes
Four years felt like forty, but I had finally earned the credits to receive my Bachelors. It was a warm Saturday morning; I woke up early knowing it was going to be a long day. I should have been excited and moving quickly -- my roommates were -- anticipating leaving college campus and heading off into the real world with a job and a future. But I had a heavy heart this morning. Leaving is always bittersweet. College is sometimes referred to as the best time of your life and I knew I was leaving that behind. I had enjoyed my classes, enjoyed the close friendships I had made. I looked out my second-floor bedroom window, surveying the backyard, taking in the memories of barbeques and horseplay and drunken debauchery, taking mental snapshots as if to fill up a photo album to refer back to these 'best years' in case life ever got a little rough and needed a bit of nostalgia. I moved to the next window, continuing my panoramic scan from left to right, mentally recording memories of each item I saw. Then my gaze reached the neighbors backyard, back porch then facade.
I would miss Kris most of all. All good things must come to an end I suppose; you move on from relationships and find new ones that are equally or more fulfilling. I am normally optimistic, but it was hard to see a replacement for Kris. Kris and I got one another. Thinking back on it, there was always mutual respect and even admiration between us from the beginning, which made our first sexual encounter rather natural. Some encounters may be a one time thing, but ever since we met again at the campgrounds, I have had a spare key to her house. Most nights, I would discreetly enter her house through the backdoor and explore Kris' body. We understood each other. And each others sexual desires. I don't think I will ever find that again.
I continued to move slowly, taking a long half-hour shower...my previous mental pictures of Kris filling my head.
Green eyes. Brown hair. Beautiful smile. Wet lips. Smooth skin. Long legs. Birthmark on her left hip. Newly-grown finely-trimmed pubic hair. Moist lips. Spread wide with small hands. A penetrating smirk. Release. A warm stream. Splashing. Wandering hands. Massaging. Skin absorbing. Body writhing. Breasts fondled. Nipples erect. Muscles tensing. Heavy breathing. Spasm. Climax. Slower rubbing. Complete satisfaction. Warm glow. Beautiful smile.
I soaped and rubbed my penis and balls during this mental playback, but not close to the point of complete satisfaction. I was saving myself, if you will, for tonight. Kris and I did not verbalize it, but we both knew -- tonight was our last night together, and we were going to enjoy it.
It took another hour, but I finally got out of the shower, into my black graduation gown, got out of the house and hustled over to the main quad. I saw the huge crowd and began to look for my marching location in alphabetical order. Once I knew my spot, I went to say goodbye to friends. When you close a chapter of your life, there are always some people you are glad you will never see again. Others you will miss. Some I would stay in touch with, others I would have tearful goodbyes with. Others I would say, "No this isn't goodbye, we'll stay in touch, and I'll definitely see you this summer." Many of those, it would not be true (some a known lie at the time it was said, others a surprise and am sad to this day that there was never a proper goodbye).
I wandered through the sea of black, some with different chords and regalia for clubs, organizations and Greek life. About 50 yards separated our student group from the faculty group. They had much more color to their gowns. I scanned the crowd -- the caps making it difficult to recognize faces of some individuals. I saw a couple of my drama Profs and waved, then my gaze fell on Kris. We locked eyes for a moment and we smiled at each other, then my scan continued on. I was hanging out with Dave when we got the order from the organizers to take our final spots - we were going to proceed with the processional shortly. The students and faculty alike maneuvered like livestock, random movements until order was found. The crowd bubbled and students and faculty intertwined. I was almost to my final spot when I felt someone approaching from my right. I didn't have time to turn my head when I heard the whisper in my ear, "I'm naked under this gown." My head followed the voice and saw the back of Kris walking away. I couldn't see it, but I imagined her smirking as she walked away.
I probably thought she was lying, but the seed of doubt, the slight chance of fact, made my hormones run wild. The graduation gowns flatter no one, but I had her body memorized, and throughout the ceremony I looked at her on the stage, from the audience, picturing her with my X-ray vision. Smooth flat stomach. Perky breasts. The velvet from the gown teasing her nipples causing them to extend and harden. My vision was so powerful through that gown; I was telepathically pleading her to uncross her legs so that I could get a glimpse of that wonderful pussy. She had achieved her goal. I had lost it. I was sitting with an erection, eyeing her, occasionally making eye contact for more smirks. The University President said something. Then a celebrity was awarded a fake degree and told us about our futures and dreams and youth or something. Didn't matter. The first few rows stood up and began walking across stage, receiving their diplomas from the Deans. I think one person caused a spectacle, jumping off stage to a roar of cheers, but nothing took my eyes of that peach-colored flesh. I imagined that Kris had the same x-ray vision and could see my arousal under my gown as I walked across stage. I had the mental capacity to shake hands, grab the diploma and smile for the camera and return to my seat.
The ceremony ended, and there was lunch in the quad for family and friends. I took more (real) pictures with friends and enjoyed the moment with family. The crowd began to dwindle, so I approached one of the food tables for one last visit. I saw my mark at the end of table grabbing a finger sandwich and sidled up. I whispered, "My bladder is so full, if only there was some way to get relief," then walked off. This time Kris got to see me walk away.
Crowds moved off to local restaurants, more goodbyes were said and more pictures taken. The sun had just set when I said my last goodbyes to family and friends and headed back down the main campus road towards home. I went into my apartment, quickly changed, looked around my empty room, grabbed my last bag, headed out to my car and dropped it in the back seat. I took out my keys, walked around back and entered Kris' place.
I removed my flip-flops at the door and entered the kitchen. I heard music from the living room. As I approached, I saw a leg dangled over the sofa. I walked around and Kris had her eyes closed, body lying across the sofa. There was an empty bottle of wine and a second freshly-opened one, with a glass half-full. A second glass remained empty, presumably waiting for me. There was a smile on her face. She had on a yellow sundress, with the hem just at the thighs, slightly revealing more on the leg that was hanging over the sofa edge. I took another mental picture of the sleeping beauty then bent over and put my lips on hers and gave her a long kiss. I parted her lips with my tongue and slowly let it explore then brought it back out and gave her another soft kiss and leaned back.
Her eyes were now open. "Congratulations, Kev. My graduate."
"Thank you" I replied. "Any graduation gift?"
