Graduation Day – Widower follows speaker's advice and beds a woman & his niece at impromptu sex party
"Oh Fran!" I exclaimed.
I felt my balls begin to boil as I as drove my prick again and again between her lovely lubricated tits. Fran's hands pressed her soft 36 B's together and her tongue licked the head of my cock every time it arched up towards her giggling face.
"I'm going to cum all over your face," I promised her.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Groggy, I reached over and turned off the alarm clock. My dick ached something awful. That dream epitomized my life since my wife, Fran, had died. Very unsatisfying.
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Graduations are joyous events. A rite of passage. The diploma is a milestone declaring, "Wow! Look how far you've come."
I was in Atlanta attending another High School graduation at Providence Day School. That name always struck me as funny. What? The school founders wanted to make sure you didn't confuse them with the "Providence Night School". The "Day" school is an expensive college prep proud of their beautiful campus, stellar academic record and numerous athletic achievements.
"The 'Night' school," I mused, "must specialize in...breaking and entering, car jacking and prostitution."
My snickering was interrupted by a hard elbow to my ribs. My sister-in-law declared,
"There she is."
The name of my niece, Kay, was being announced over the loudspeaker. Kay stepped timidly up the stairs and shakily walked across the stage to receive her high school diploma. Her parents, Dick and Helen, beamed. Kay's brother, Paul, whistled loudly. From our seats in the bleachers, I could see Kay's face turn bright red as she blushed profusely. She is a shy quiet girl who does not like being the center of attention.
I had been here in this same gym a year ago for Paul's graduation. That was a happier event for me. It's not that I like my nephew more or that last year's pageantry was better, it's that my spirits are low. The love of my life, Fran, my wife of almost 30 years is not beside me. She died just 3 months ago. Cancer. The doctors discovered it after our last trip to Atlanta. It quickly overwhelmed my high school sweetheart. Mercifully, she passed with minimal suffering. I was left alone and rudderless.
After the 124 scholars received their diplomas, a past graduate was called upon to deliver the commencement address. The gist of his words of advice to the black robed students was:
"Aim high. Take risks. Don't focus exclusively on yourself, remember to help others. If you do these things, you will be a success. Your life will have meaning and you will achieve contentment." "I could use a sense of purpose and contentment," I thought. "Maybe I should follow his advice. What was I going to do with the rest of my life? Continue to feel sorry for myself? Drink excessively?"
Well, that had been my modus operandi since Fran had died.
The school provided a splendid buffet after the ceremony. The excited graduates and proud parents mingled with one another. Everyone promised to keep in touch, but a hint of sadness showed on their faces. The parents knew they would no longer be seeing each other at school plays and athletic events. The kids too knew this might be their last time together. After all, they were scattering off to colleges spread across the country.
I returned to my hotel room to pass the rainy afternoon. The bad weather had canceled the scheduled boat ride on Lake Sidney. I rested awaiting our reconvening for the evening Graduation party with neighbors, family and friends.
I showed up at 7 PM for the party with a beautifully wrapped present in hand. Dick met me at the door. He gave me a hearty welcome and a quick lay of the land.
"The beer is outside by the pool and the wine is in the kitchen."
Helen, my sister-in-law, hugged me hard and kissed me on the cheek saying,
"I'm so glad you're here."
"Me too," I mumbled. Being hugged by Helen was like be hugged by a board. She was the most flatchested women I had ever known. She laughed about it and explained her condition by saying that Fran got a double helping from the "Boob" fairy so nothing was left for her.
Kay stood behind her parents. She had on a shiny gold dress that went well with her thick head of straw colored blonde hair. She definitely took after her mom. She too was as flat as an ironing board. Her dress was short, putting on display her shapely tanned legs. It was also strapless. I wondered how it stayed up. Her A- bosom didn't seem capable of supporting it.
Kay gave me a hug too, one that wasn't as welcoming. It was not that she wasn't pleased to see me, Kay was just that shy. There was no kiss and little body contact. I respected her nature and responded with a restrained greeting.
I knew most of the people at the party. It was the same family, friends and neighbors from last year. I drank an excellent wine and mingled. The absence of my wife cast a pall over everyone's conversation with me. I understood. What could anyone say?
A confident young blonde marched up to me and introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Alex," she said with a big smile.
"Hello," I responded. "I'm Ike, Kay's uncle. Are you one of her classmates?"
Alex was a little thing; 5' 2" fit and trim. She had on white shorts and a blue blouse. Her scoop neck shirt exposed the tops of well formed tanned breasts.
"No. I'm Kim's daughter."
Kim was Helen's best friend from college. She was divorced and lived in Richmond.
"I met your Mom and brother last year."
"I was sick last year and missed Paul's graduation," Alex explained.
Alex and I talked about Richmond. It was the city where Fran and I met while going to the University. I enjoyed our conversation. Alex was perky, pretty and more self confident than your average teenager. During our discussion, I found my eyes wandering taking in her cute dimples, modest bosom and tight butt. Alex caught me staring at her breasts. Smiling knowingly, she said,
"Nice Ta Ta's, huh?"
Sheepishly, I blushed. I felt every bit the dirty old man I was behaving as.
"Don't feel bad," she chided me. "A woman wants to be noticed. I've worked hard to be in this shape," Alex twirled around showing me her firm ass.
She leaned into me and whispered, "I'll let you in on a secret, there are no accidents. I picked this top because it matches my eyes. I'm wearing these white short to emphasize the deep tan on my legs. And the scooped neckline...well, lets just say we women don't put on display anything that we don't want men to see."
Giggling she backed away.
Alex grabbed a woman who was walking past us. She stopped the lady so suddenly the woman spilled some of her drink.
"Mom, sorry to jostle you. Have you met Ike?" she gestured towards me. "He's a former Spider."
Kim frowned and scolded her daughter. "Oh, Alex! ...Of course I've met Ike."
Kim held her drink out in front of her so that it didn't drip on her clothes as she cleaned her hand with a napkin. As her moment of exasperation passed, Kim turned to me, smiled and asked sincerely,
"Hi Ike. How are you?"
Kim was just a little younger than I. Early forties to my late forties. She had bleached blonde hair with dark roots exposed along her center part. I recalled that she was a brunette the last time I saw her. She had on a short white skirt and a peach colored top. Her ample freckled breasts along with part of her tan colored bra poked out the top of her shirt. Her eyes were green.
"You must be proud of your daughter. She is very poised and well spoken for a girl her age," I said.
"Yes, thank you," Kim replied.
We talked about our days at the University of Richmond. I had graduated a year before Kim and Helen arrived. I noticed that she was giving me the once over. She studied my gray hair, my fit build on a 6' 2" frame and the gold wedding band that I still wore on my left hand.
Alex quietly slipped away leaving Kim and me alone. As we talked, Kim occasionally would clutch my arm while emphasizing something she said. Once when I was speaking, she reached up and adjusted the collar on my golf shirt . Her fingers brushed my neck. I found her touch...comforting.
I gave Kim a closer look. She was 5' 4" and pretty. She had a good figure, the desired hour glass design, just a little fuller through the breasts and ass than needed due to the pounds that middle age adds to us all. In a word she was - Nice. We chatted a bit longer and then parted company when an old friend of hers dragged her away.
I went looking for the two people at the party that I hadn't met before: Paul's and Kay's dates.
Skip is Kay's boyfriend, her first real boyfriend. I wasn't surprised that he was her first. While Kay is pretty, 5' 8", thin, blonde and blue eyed, she is the shyest 18 year old I have ever met.
Kay and Skip look a lot alike. They are both tall, slim and blonde. Skip is 6' 4" and as skinny as a bean pole. His curly blonde hair is so light it is white. Skip is a good kid. He and I discussed his future engineering studies. He is headed to Vanderbilt in the Fall.
Next I went looking for Riley, Paul's girlfriend. I found her to be a talkative girl with sparkling brown eyes and long, light brown hair. Riley has some major curves. She is a little heavy through the hips and bust, but still attractive.
"Well, Paul needs a sturdy mount," I thought. My nephew is a big guy, 6' 4" and 260 pounds.
Riley is 18, but just a junior in High School. She isn't the best student and she had to repeat a grade in school. And unlike the others, she attended a public school. Riley was a delight to talk to. Effervescent. Tonight she was struggling with a dilemma: should she stay and enjoy the party or go home and get a good night's sleep because she was re-taking the SAT's tomorrow.
"Who am I kidding," she said with a smile. " I'm not going to break 500 on the Math portion of the test no matter how much sleep I get." She giggled as she walked away.
