Grad Day by Raven_Roth joelsi1989@hotmail.com I do not own any CCS works. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The black-haired girl was getting bored. She and Sakura were graduating today, but the highlights of the ceremony had come and gone. The awards had been neat; her beloved Sakura had gotten the highest student/athlete award. Tomoyo herself had received the best music award. But once these things were over, it was time to start listening to speeches. To make matters worse, Tomoyo’s camcorder’s battery had run down, so she couldn’t tape Sakura anymore today. And Sakura looked so pretty today, so elegant. And she smelled wonderful, too; she wore a new perfume that reminded Tomoyo of late springtime. Just by being this close, she was unwittingly driving Tomoyo to distraction. Suddenly, Tomoyo formed a brilliant, thoroughly evil idea. “Sakura-chan,” she whispered seductively into her best friend’s ear, “You’re so beautiful. I just want to lead you up to that main table, lay you down, rip off your clothes, spread chocolate frosting all over you-“ “-What?” Sakura interjected, barely keeping her voice to a loud whisper. A few students seated near her stared for a minute as a cherry-red blush blossomed on her face. She waited until they’d turned away. Tomoyo was grinning. “Shame on you,” Sakura hissed in horror. “I can’t believe how naughty you are!” “It’s your fault for getting me all hot. If you didn’t want me to have these ‘naughty thoughts,’ you shouldn’t have agreed to exchange underwear with me. All I can think is, ‘I’m wearing Sakura-chan’s cute satin panties!’” The brown-haired girl groaned. “I knew that would come back to haunt me,” she said with false regret. “Please, just control yourself. This ceremony is almost over.” Tomoyo stuck out her lower lip. “I don’t think I can wait much longer. After this, we’ve got that banquet. Then we’re going over to your house to talk with your dad and brother and my mom. Only when that’s finally over will I be able to take my lovely Sakura-chan to bed and make her-“ “-Stop it, Tomoyo-chan!” Sakura said in a shocked voice. “This’ll be done soon enough, okay? Or am I not worth the wait?” “Well, when you put it that way…” Tomoyo sighed. But she smiled inwardly. She wasn’t giving up, not by a long shot. The graduation ceremony ended. Sakura and Tomoyo got into the limo Tomoyo’s mother had provided. “To the Ruby Restaurant, please,” Tomoyo told the chauffeuse. “See, it’s not so bad, is it?” Sakura asked. “We won’t have to stay at the banquet very l-mmphff!” Tomoyo had pounced, pulling her lover into a long, burning kiss. Sakura returned it with equal enthusiasm, tasting the blue-eyed girl’s tongue, enjoying the pressure of her delicious lips. The pair embraced tightly and kept kissing for most of the ride. With plenty of resistance from Tomoyo and herself, Sakura pulled away at last. “We’re nearly there, I think, and we need to ditch the ceremonial gowns,” she explained. “You’re right. You take off mine and I’ll take off yours, all right? The zippers are so tricky to reach.” Sakura nodded in agreement. She took her time removing Tomoyo’s gown and then turned her back to let Tomoyo help her with hers. She felt Tomoyo’s small, delicate fingers linger on her back for far longer than necessary and she smiled. But then Tomoyo pushed the loose robe off her shoulders, sliding the straps of her dress along with it- “-Tomoyo-chan!” she said reprovingly. “It was an accident,” Tomoyo said, not fooling Sakura at all. “It was not! Honestly!” “Gomen ne,” Tomoyo hastily apologized. “But you have to understand. The most beautiful woman in the world wanted me to help undress her; it would strain anyone’s self-discipline.” “How sweet,” Sakura melted. She gathered Tomoyo into another deep kiss. Then the car stopped. “Should only be about an hour or so,” Sakura told her friend as they entered the building. They seated themselves across from each other at a long table. Most of their old friends were situated around them. Naoko and Rika sat on either side of Tomoyo; Meilin and Chiharu were to Sakura’s right and left. The food was served almost immediately and it was quite good. The conversation was engaging too. “Where are you going from here?” Chiharu asked Tomoyo. “Ask Sakura-chan,” Tomoyo replied. Sakura’s face lit up with a red glow, but she stayed calm. “How about it then?” Chiharu pressed. “Where are you and Tomoyo-chan going after this?” “Well, w-“ Suddenly, Sakura felt a silk-clad foot gently rubbing her lower leg. Tomoyo was smirking, but trying to suppress it. Sakura swallowed hard and continued. “We are planning on attending the University of Tokyo. We’ve given it a lot of thought. I’m sure it will be-“ Tomoyo’s foot was on her knee now, sliding slowly higher. Still, Sakura didn’t panic. Tomoyo would have to run out of space soon. The table was fairly wide; the black-haired demoness couldn’t extend her reach much further. With a shudder of arousal, Sakura took up her thread again. “It will be difficult, of course, but I believe that Tomoyo-chan and I can make the grade.” “If anyone can, it’s you two,” Naoko asserted. Tomoyo’s foot was slowly traveling higher and higher up Sakura’s thigh. How was that possible? Only if Tomoyo was-oh no! She was! She was slipping lower and lower in her seat. Someone was sure to notice, Sakura realized. What could she do? Then she remembered that Naoko had just complimented them. “Arigatou,” she said a tad breathlessly. “How about you, Naoko-chan?” Luckily, everyone but Tomoyo and Sakura turned their attention to Naoko. “I’m going to Hokkaido…” she was saying. Sakura didn’t hear a word. Tomoyo was wiggling her toes against Sakura’s most sensitive spot and she was so far down in her chair that her head was barely above the table. Sakura stifled a whimper and stood up, trying to save herself from the determined temptress across the table. “Got to get more sushi,” she stammered to the surprised group seated with her. “So do I,” Tomoyo said, nearly giggling. She hurried after Sakura. As she got to the buffet, the green-eyed girl whirled on her. “What’s gotten into you?” she demanded. “Are you trying to make me pass out from lack of blood, since it’s all in my face? Some girlfriend you are!” “What’s wrong?” Tomoyo said innocently. “Just stretching my legs was all. You should have ignored me.” “Ignore that?” Sakura objected. “The woman I love is rubbing me in a crowded restaurant and I’m supposed to ignore it? Look, just behave yourself.” “That’s what you do to me, darling. But I promise to try my best.” She winked and pinched Sakura’s backside. “Wow, I feel reassured,” the brown-haired girl said in her most sarcastic voice. It was a struggle, but Tomoyo kept her word, mostly. She brushed up against Sakura a couple times, but in general conducted herself very well. Sakura was plenty grateful for this, because Tomoyo had been getting her very worked up. She didn’t want to admit that to Tomoyo, of course; the knowledge would only encourage her to keep the lascivious teasing going. As soon as the two ladies got back into the limo, Sakura lunged. She started sucking on Tomoyo’s tongue and letting her hands roam all over Tomoyo’s lithe body. The girls made out for a few minutes when suddenly the driver’s voice came over the intercom. “Destination, please?” Sakura wrenched her mouth away from Tomoyo’s lips. “Kinomoto residence, please,” she managed to say. Then Tomoyo was kissing her again, keeping her extremely busy. It was all Sakura could do to keep herself clothed until the limousine rolled to a stop in front of her house. “Okay, you little bottle of mischief, I need one more hour of civilized behavior from you.” “Aw,” Tomoyo whined, “why did you have to get me all fired up then? How is that fair?” “That wasn’t to ‘fire you up,’ as you put it; it was to tide you over until we’re done here. Now be a good girl.” “Sure,” Tomoyo chuckled, playing with Sakura’s breasts. “I mean it!” Sakura chided. Soon they were all seated around the Kinomoto dinner table, playing a challenging but fun game that Sakura’s father called “Trivial Pursuit.” The parents surprisingly had real difficulties with Tomoyo, who had a memory like super glue. “It’s the end of an era,” Touya mourned as he took his move. “How’s that?” his father asked. “We’re out of school, oto-san, even the kaiju,” he joked. Sakura was about to retaliate when she felt her friend’s nimble fingers lightly stroking her inner thigh. She turned almost lavender, her retort dying before it reached her lips. She squirmed, but Tomoyo just wouldn’t take the hint. Touya, meanwhile, was staring at his younger sister. “You’re going to let me get away with that, Sakura-chan? Are you feeling okay?” “Yeah, I feel pretty darn good,” Sakura said, sweatdropping. “I’m grown up now; it’ll take more than just calling me a monster to get me riled.” “Glad to hear it, kaiju,” Touya chuckled. “You are going to study at the university with a specific goal in mind, right Sakura-chan?” Sonomi asked. My goal is to survive your daughter’s attempts to screw me to death, Sakura thought without meaning to. She blushed even harder. “I want to be an architect, Daidouji-san,” she said as evenly as she could. She felt Tomoyo’s hand almost reaching the panties she was wearing-Tomoyo’s panties. She couldn’t take much more of this. “It’s important to have goals,” Sakura’s father stated. “And today, you two achieved one of those goals. This calls for celebration. I’ve got a bottle of champagne-“ “-I’ll get it!” Sakura cried, leaping up from Tomoyo’s incessant torture. “Let me come with you,” Tomoyo said, rising as well. A feeling of dread poured over Sakura, but she had no good reason to decline the request. The two girls headed down to the basement. As Sakura’s foot hit the floor, before she even had a chance to turn around, Tomoyo’s hands were under her dress, yanking her underwear down past her knees, dropping them to the carpet. “Hey!” she yelped. “I want my panties back. Now,” Tomoyo growled playfully. She forced her thigh between Sakura’s legs. “Tomoyo-chan!” the brown-haired girl squeaked. She couldn’t walk with the panties around her ankles, so she stepped out of them quickly. She began to dodge, but Tomoyo advanced even more swiftly. She grinned maliciously, got a firm grip on Sakura’s bottom, and lifted her onto the green billiard table. Her hands went back under Sakura’s dress, bunching it up around the slim young woman’s waist. “Stop, Tomoyo-chan,” Sakura begged. “We might-“ “-I’m through waiting,” Tomoyo declared in a flat voice. “It’s time for Sakura-chan to come.” She thrust her head between Sakura’s shaking knees and immediately began to assault her sopping, naked vagina with her mouth. It was obvious that Sakura’s body was more than ready for this. Sakura’s eyes rolled back. “Tomoyo!” she gasped. “We could-ah! Get caught!” “I know,” Tomoyo mumbled without lifting her head. “So you’d better come fast.” “Ah! Oh! Ah!” Sakura shrieked. Her toes curled. Tomoyo had been building her anticipation steadily all day and now she was delivering in spades. Her lips and tongue seemed to be everywhere. The sensations were so strong that it was like Tomoyo licking her entire body in long, languid strokes. Sakura’s every molecule sang with unbelievable pleasure. This was their gathering; they should be upstairs; Touya was bound to come looking for them an second-but damn, Tomoyo was loving her right! Sakura didn’t want her to stop, not at all, no matter what the consequences might be. “What’s taking those girls so long?” Sakura’s father wondered. Touya and Sonomi glanced at each other knowingly. “I’m sure they’ll be back in a minute,” Sonomi laughed nervously. I hope, she added silently. This isn’t the best way for Sakura’s father to find out about them. I can’t believe he doesn’t know already. The curious man started to rise from the table. “I’d better-“ “-No, no,” Touya intervened. “I’ll do it; I’ll go get them. You just relax, oto-san.” As slowly as he could, Touya strode to the basement door. He listened before he opened it. He could distinctly hear his little sister’s muffled cries of ecstasy. He stopped and waited embarrassedly, not wanting to walk in on Tomoyo and Sakura while they were so…active. “Good job, Sakura-chan; I think that’s about the fastest you’ve ever climaxed. I knew you could do it!” “I love you, Tomoyo-chan,” the green-eyed girl sighed. “Now let’s hurry and get back upstairs.” “Right,” Tomoyo agreed, wiping her mouth with a handkerchief from her purse. “You taste so great.” “Where are my panties?” “You mean, my panties?” “Yes. Come on, I need them.” “They somehow got looped around a blade of the ceiling fan,” the blue-eyed beauty snickered. “What? You did that on purpose…but when did--I mean, how did you?” “No time to explain. We’d better get back up there.” “You are the most evil person I know,” Sakura pouted. Touya opened the door a crack. “Are you two done yet?” he called as loudly as he dared. “Dad’s getting suspicious.” “Just a second!” Tomoyo chirped while Sakura went redder than she had in years. Tomoyo gripped her lover’s arm and hauled her toward the staircase. “Underwear!” Sakura reminded. “I’m afraid you’ll have to do without,” Tomoyo answered sweetly, never pausing. Sakura was terrified. She knew that once they returned to the table, Tomoyo would be starting again in ten minutes, tops. Her only hope was to end the gathering before Tomoyo renewed her attack. But how? She pondered the possibilities desperately. She gave her dad the champagne bottle and took her seat next to her gorgeous lover. Given what she just did downstairs, she ought to be satisfied for a little while at least, Sakura hoped. But today she’s been a super-mega hornball, so I can’t count on more than a brief respite. Sakura’s father pulled the cork out of the bottle with a loud pop. He started pouring. Sakura glanced at Touya. He raised his eyebrows and smirked. Feeling a rising blush, she quickly turned away, only to find herself staring directly into Sonomi’s eyes. Tomoyo’s mother grinned at the embarrassed girl. Sakura would have bet the she could fry an egg on her cheeks; they were as hot as a griddle. Obviously, Sonomi knew what was going on between her and Tomoyo. But how had she found out? Sakura felt some relief though; Sonomi clearly approved of the relationship. “I would like to propose a toast,” Sakura’s father announced as he recorked the bottle. “Happiness and success to Tomoyo and Sakura!” Sonomi, Sakura, and Touya blushed at his choice of words, but everyone raised their glasses and toasted. “Mm, this is very good. Arigatou, Kinomoto-san,” Tomoyo said politely. “Hear, hear,” Sonomi said. “And thank you for having us over. My daughter is blessed to know such wonderful people as you.” “Don’t I know it?” Tomoyo said, squeezing Sakura’s leg under the table. “Please don’t mention it,” Sakura’s father replied. “I’m glad that Sakura-chan has such a terrific best friend and I’m honored that you accepted the invitation to our house.” Tomoyo began caressing Sakura’s upper thigh. Miraculously, the little get-together broke up just a few minutes later, while Sakura was still able to disguise her moans. Sakura ran to her room, with Tomoyo chasing right behind. As soon as Tomoyo got past the door, Sakura shut it behind her and tackled her to the mattress. “I love you Tomoyo-chan, in spite of your being a wicked temptress who can’t keep her hands to herself. But-“ here she lowered her voice and gazed into Tomoyo’s stunning blue eyes with her dazzling green eyes “-you know you’re about to be punished.” A chill of exhilaration raced up and down, up and down, along Tomoyo’s spine. In three seconds, Sakura had her naked. I love it when a plan works, Tomoyo reflected blissfully.