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     1.4 +Grad Day
     1.5 +by Raven_Roth
     1.6 +
     1.7 +joelsi1989@hotmail.com
     1.8 +
     1.9 +I do not own any CCS works.
    1.10 +~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
    1.11 +The black-haired girl was getting bored. She and Sakura were 
    1.12 +graduating today, but the highlights of the ceremony had come and 
    1.13 +gone. The awards had been neat; her beloved Sakura had gotten the 
    1.14 +highest student/athlete award. Tomoyo herself had received the best 
    1.15 +music award. But once these things were over, it was time to start 
    1.16 +listening to speeches. To make matters worse, Tomoyo’s camcorder’s 
    1.17 +battery had run down, so she couldn’t tape Sakura anymore today.
    1.18 +
    1.19 +And Sakura looked so pretty today, so elegant. And she smelled 
    1.20 +wonderful, too; she wore a new perfume that reminded Tomoyo of late 
    1.21 +springtime. Just by being this close, she was unwittingly driving 
    1.22 +Tomoyo to distraction. Suddenly, Tomoyo formed a brilliant, 
    1.23 +thoroughly evil idea.
    1.24 +
    1.25 +“Sakura-chan,” she whispered seductively into her best friend’s ear, 
    1.26 +“You’re so beautiful. I just want to lead you up to that main table, 
    1.27 +lay you down, rip off your clothes, spread chocolate frosting all over 
    1.28 +you-“
    1.29 +
    1.30 +“-What?” Sakura interjected, barely keeping her voice to a loud 
    1.31 +whisper. A few students seated near her stared for a minute as a 
    1.32 +cherry-red blush blossomed on her face. She waited until they’d 
    1.33 +turned away. Tomoyo was grinning. “Shame on you,” Sakura hissed in 
    1.34 +horror. “I can’t believe how naughty you are!”
    1.35 +
    1.36 +“It’s your fault for getting me all hot. If you didn’t want me to 
    1.37 +have these ‘naughty thoughts,’ you shouldn’t have agreed to exchange 
    1.38 +underwear with me. All I can think is, ‘I’m wearing Sakura-chan’s 
    1.39 +cute satin panties!’”
    1.40 +
    1.41 +The brown-haired girl groaned. “I knew that would come back to haunt 
    1.42 +me,” she said with false regret. “Please, just control yourself. 
    1.43 +This ceremony is almost over.”
    1.44 +
    1.45 +Tomoyo stuck out her lower lip. “I don’t think I can wait much 
    1.46 +longer. After this, we’ve got that banquet. Then we’re going over to 
    1.47 +your house to talk with your dad and brother and my mom. Only when 
    1.48 +that’s finally over will I be able to take my lovely Sakura-chan to 
    1.49 +bed and make her-“
    1.50 +
    1.51 +“-Stop it, Tomoyo-chan!” Sakura said in a shocked voice. “This’ll be 
    1.52 +done soon enough, okay? Or am I not worth the wait?”
    1.53 +
    1.54 +“Well, when you put it that way…” Tomoyo sighed. But she smiled 
    1.55 +inwardly. She wasn’t giving up, not by a long shot.
    1.56 +
    1.57 +The graduation ceremony ended. Sakura and Tomoyo got into the limo 
    1.58 +Tomoyo’s mother had provided. “To the Ruby Restaurant, please,” 
    1.59 +Tomoyo told the chauffeuse.
    1.60 +
    1.61 +“See, it’s not so bad, is it?” Sakura asked. “We won’t have to stay 
    1.62 +at the banquet very l-mmphff!”
    1.63 +
    1.64 +Tomoyo had pounced, pulling her lover into a long, burning kiss. 
    1.65 +Sakura returned it with equal enthusiasm, tasting the blue-eyed girl’s 
    1.66 +tongue, enjoying the pressure of her delicious lips. The pair 
    1.67 +embraced tightly and kept kissing for most of the ride. With plenty 
    1.68 +of resistance from Tomoyo and herself, Sakura pulled away at last.
    1.69 +
    1.70 +“We’re nearly there, I think, and we need to ditch the ceremonial 
    1.71 +gowns,” she explained.
    1.72 +
    1.73 +“You’re right. You take off mine and I’ll take off yours, all right? 
    1.74 +The zippers are so tricky to reach.”
    1.75 +
    1.76 +Sakura nodded in agreement. She took her time removing Tomoyo’s gown 
    1.77 +and then turned her back to let Tomoyo help her with hers. She felt 
    1.78 +Tomoyo’s small, delicate fingers linger on her back for far longer 
    1.79 +than necessary and she smiled. But then Tomoyo pushed the loose robe 
    1.80 +off her shoulders, sliding the straps of her dress along with it-
    1.81 +
    1.82 +“-Tomoyo-chan!” she said reprovingly.
    1.83 +
    1.84 +“It was an accident,” Tomoyo said, not fooling Sakura at all.
    1.85 +
    1.86 +“It was not! Honestly!”
    1.87 +
    1.88 +“Gomen ne,” Tomoyo hastily apologized. “But you have to understand. 
    1.89 +The most beautiful woman in the world wanted me to help undress her; 
    1.90 +it would strain anyone’s self-discipline.”
    1.91 +
    1.92 +“How sweet,” Sakura melted. She gathered Tomoyo into another deep 
    1.93 +kiss. Then the car stopped.
    1.94 +
    1.95 +“Should only be about an hour or so,” Sakura told her friend as they 
    1.96 +entered the building.
    1.97 +
    1.98 +They seated themselves across from each other at a long table. Most 
    1.99 +of their old friends were situated around them. Naoko and Rika sat on 
   1.100 +either side of Tomoyo; Meilin and Chiharu were to Sakura’s right and 
   1.101 +left. The food was served almost immediately and it was quite good. 
   1.102 +The conversation was engaging too.
   1.103 +
   1.104 +“Where are you going from here?” Chiharu asked Tomoyo.
   1.105 +
   1.106 +“Ask Sakura-chan,” Tomoyo replied.
   1.107 +
   1.108 +Sakura’s face lit up with a red glow, but she stayed calm. “How about 
   1.109 +it then?” Chiharu pressed. “Where are you and Tomoyo-chan going after 
   1.110 +this?”
   1.111 +
   1.112 +“Well, w-“ Suddenly, Sakura felt a silk-clad foot gently rubbing her 
   1.113 +lower leg. Tomoyo was smirking, but trying to suppress it. Sakura 
   1.114 +swallowed hard and continued. “We are planning on attending the 
   1.115 +University of Tokyo. We’ve given it a lot of thought. I’m sure it 
   1.116 +will be-“
   1.117 +
   1.118 +Tomoyo’s foot was on her knee now, sliding slowly higher. Still, 
   1.119 +Sakura didn’t panic. Tomoyo would have to run out of space soon. The 
   1.120 +table was fairly wide; the black-haired demoness couldn’t extend her 
   1.121 +reach much further. With a shudder of arousal, Sakura took up her 
   1.122 +thread again. “It will be difficult, of course, but I believe that 
   1.123 +Tomoyo-chan and I can make the grade.”
   1.124 +
   1.125 +“If anyone can, it’s you two,” Naoko asserted.
   1.126 +
   1.127 +Tomoyo’s foot was slowly traveling higher and higher up Sakura’s 
   1.128 +thigh. How was that possible? Only if Tomoyo was-oh no! She was! 
   1.129 +She was slipping lower and lower in her seat. Someone was sure to 
   1.130 +notice, Sakura realized. What could she do? Then she remembered that 
   1.131 +Naoko had just complimented them. “Arigatou,” she said a tad 
   1.132 +breathlessly. “How about you, Naoko-chan?”
   1.133 +
   1.134 +Luckily, everyone but Tomoyo and Sakura turned their attention to 
   1.135 +Naoko. “I’m going to Hokkaido…” she was saying. Sakura didn’t hear a 
   1.136 +word. Tomoyo was wiggling her toes against Sakura’s most sensitive 
   1.137 +spot and she was so far down in her chair that her head was barely 
   1.138 +above the table. Sakura stifled a whimper and stood up, trying to 
   1.139 +save herself from the determined temptress across the table.
   1.140 +
   1.141 +“Got to get more sushi,” she stammered to the surprised group seated 
   1.142 +with her.
   1.143 +
   1.144 +“So do I,” Tomoyo said, nearly giggling. She hurried after Sakura. 
   1.145 +As she got to the buffet, the green-eyed girl whirled on her.
   1.146 +
   1.147 +“What’s gotten into you?” she demanded. “Are you trying to make me 
   1.148 +pass out from lack of blood, since it’s all in my face? Some 
   1.149 +girlfriend you are!”
   1.150 +
   1.151 +“What’s wrong?” Tomoyo said innocently. “Just stretching my legs was 
   1.152 +all. You should have ignored me.”
   1.153 +
   1.154 +“Ignore that?” Sakura objected. “The woman I love is rubbing me in a 
   1.155 +crowded restaurant and I’m supposed to ignore it? Look, just behave 
   1.156 +yourself.”
   1.157 +
   1.158 +“That’s what you do to me, darling. But I promise to try my best.” 
   1.159 +She winked and pinched Sakura’s backside.
   1.160 +
   1.161 +“Wow, I feel reassured,” the brown-haired girl said in her most 
   1.162 +sarcastic voice.
   1.163 +
   1.164 +It was a struggle, but Tomoyo kept her word, mostly. She brushed up 
   1.165 +against Sakura a couple times, but in general conducted herself very 
   1.166 +well. Sakura was plenty grateful for this, because Tomoyo had been 
   1.167 +getting her very worked up. She didn’t want to admit that to Tomoyo, 
   1.168 +of course; the knowledge would only encourage her to keep the 
   1.169 +lascivious teasing going. As soon as the two ladies got back into the 
   1.170 +limo, Sakura lunged. She started sucking on Tomoyo’s tongue and 
   1.171 +letting her hands roam all over Tomoyo’s lithe body. The girls made 
   1.172 +out for a few minutes when suddenly the driver’s voice came over the 
   1.173 +intercom. “Destination, please?”
   1.174 +
   1.175 +Sakura wrenched her mouth away from Tomoyo’s lips. “Kinomoto 
   1.176 +residence, please,” she managed to say. Then Tomoyo was kissing her 
   1.177 +again, keeping her extremely busy. It was all Sakura could do to keep 
   1.178 +herself clothed until the limousine rolled to a stop in front of her 
   1.179 +house. “Okay, you little bottle of mischief, I need one more hour of 
   1.180 +civilized behavior from you.”
   1.181 +
   1.182 +“Aw,” Tomoyo whined, “why did you have to get me all fired up then? 
   1.183 +How is that fair?”
   1.184 +
   1.185 +“That wasn’t to ‘fire you up,’ as you put it; it was to tide you over 
   1.186 +until we’re done here. Now be a good girl.”
   1.187 +
   1.188 +“Sure,” Tomoyo chuckled, playing with Sakura’s breasts.
   1.189 +
   1.190 +“I mean it!” Sakura chided.
   1.191 +
   1.192 +Soon they were all seated around the Kinomoto dinner table, playing a 
   1.193 +challenging but fun game that Sakura’s father called “Trivial 
   1.194 +Pursuit.” The parents surprisingly had real difficulties with Tomoyo, 
   1.195 +who had a memory like super glue.
   1.196 +
   1.197 +“It’s the end of an era,” Touya mourned as he took his move.
   1.198 +
   1.199 +“How’s that?” his father asked.
   1.200 +
   1.201 +“We’re out of school, oto-san, even the kaiju,” he joked.
   1.202 +
   1.203 +Sakura was about to retaliate when she felt her friend’s nimble 
   1.204 +fingers lightly stroking her inner thigh. She turned almost lavender, 
   1.205 +her retort dying before it reached her lips. She squirmed, but Tomoyo 
   1.206 +just wouldn’t take the hint.
   1.207 +
   1.208 +Touya, meanwhile, was staring at his younger sister. “You’re going to 
   1.209 +let me get away with that, Sakura-chan? Are you feeling okay?”
   1.210 +
   1.211 +“Yeah, I feel pretty darn good,” Sakura said, sweatdropping. “I’m 
   1.212 +grown up now; it’ll take more than just calling me a monster to get me 
   1.213 +riled.”
   1.214 +
   1.215 +“Glad to hear it, kaiju,” Touya chuckled.
   1.216 +
   1.217 +“You are going to study at the university with a specific goal in 
   1.218 +mind, right Sakura-chan?” Sonomi asked.
   1.219 +
   1.220 +My goal is to survive your daughter’s attempts to screw me to death, 
   1.221 +Sakura thought without meaning to. She blushed even harder. “I want 
   1.222 +to be an architect, Daidouji-san,” she said as evenly as she could. 
   1.223 +She felt Tomoyo’s hand almost reaching the panties she was 
   1.224 +wearing-Tomoyo’s panties. She couldn’t take much more of this.
   1.225 +
   1.226 +“It’s important to have goals,” Sakura’s father stated. “And today, 
   1.227 +you two achieved one of those goals. This calls for celebration. 
   1.228 +I’ve got a bottle of champagne-“
   1.229 +
   1.230 +“-I’ll get it!” Sakura cried, leaping up from Tomoyo’s incessant 
   1.231 +torture.
   1.232 +
   1.233 +“Let me come with you,” Tomoyo said, rising as well. A feeling of 
   1.234 +dread poured over Sakura, but she had no good reason to decline the 
   1.235 +request. The two girls headed down to the basement.
   1.236 +
   1.237 +As Sakura’s foot hit the floor, before she even had a chance to turn 
   1.238 +around, Tomoyo’s hands were under her dress, yanking her underwear 
   1.239 +down past her knees, dropping them to the carpet. “Hey!” she yelped.
   1.240 +
   1.241 +“I want my panties back. Now,” Tomoyo growled playfully. She forced 
   1.242 +her thigh between Sakura’s legs.
   1.243 +
   1.244 +“Tomoyo-chan!” the brown-haired girl squeaked. She couldn’t walk with 
   1.245 +the panties around her ankles, so she stepped out of them quickly. 
   1.246 +She began to dodge, but Tomoyo advanced even more swiftly. She 
   1.247 +grinned maliciously, got a firm grip on Sakura’s bottom, and lifted 
   1.248 +her onto the green billiard table. Her hands went back under Sakura’s 
   1.249 +dress, bunching it up around the slim young woman’s waist.
   1.250 +
   1.251 +“Stop, Tomoyo-chan,” Sakura begged. “We might-“
   1.252 +
   1.253 +“-I’m through waiting,” Tomoyo declared in a flat voice. “It’s time 
   1.254 +for Sakura-chan to come.” She thrust her head between Sakura’s 
   1.255 +shaking knees and immediately began to assault her sopping, naked 
   1.256 +vagina with her mouth. It was obvious that Sakura’s body was more 
   1.257 +than ready for this.
   1.258 +
   1.259 +Sakura’s eyes rolled back. “Tomoyo!” she gasped. “We could-ah! Get 
   1.260 +caught!”
   1.261 +
   1.262 +“I know,” Tomoyo mumbled without lifting her head. “So you’d better 
   1.263 +come fast.”
   1.264 +
   1.265 +“Ah! Oh! Ah!” Sakura shrieked. Her toes curled. Tomoyo had been 
   1.266 +building her anticipation steadily all day and now she was delivering 
   1.267 +in spades. Her lips and tongue seemed to be everywhere. The 
   1.268 +sensations were so strong that it was like Tomoyo licking her entire 
   1.269 +body in long, languid strokes. Sakura’s every molecule sang with 
   1.270 +unbelievable pleasure. This was their gathering; they should be 
   1.271 +upstairs; Touya was bound to come looking for them an second-but damn, 
   1.272 +Tomoyo was loving her right! Sakura didn’t want her to stop, not at 
   1.273 +all, no matter what the consequences might be.
   1.274 +
   1.275 +“What’s taking those girls so long?” Sakura’s father wondered.
   1.276 +
   1.277 +Touya and Sonomi glanced at each other knowingly. “I’m sure they’ll 
   1.278 +be back in a minute,” Sonomi laughed nervously. I hope, she added 
   1.279 +silently. This isn’t the best way for Sakura’s father to find out 
   1.280 +about them. I can’t believe he doesn’t know already.
   1.281 +
   1.282 +The curious man started to rise from the table. “I’d better-“
   1.283 +
   1.284 +“-No, no,” Touya intervened. “I’ll do it; I’ll go get them. You just 
   1.285 +relax, oto-san.”
   1.286 +
   1.287 +As slowly as he could, Touya strode to the basement door. He listened 
   1.288 +before he opened it. He could distinctly hear his little sister’s 
   1.289 +muffled cries of ecstasy. He stopped and waited embarrassedly, not 
   1.290 +wanting to walk in on Tomoyo and Sakura while they were so…active.
   1.291 +
   1.292 +“Good job, Sakura-chan; I think that’s about the fastest you’ve ever 
   1.293 +climaxed. I knew you could do it!”
   1.294 +
   1.295 +“I love you, Tomoyo-chan,” the green-eyed girl sighed. “Now let’s 
   1.296 +hurry and get back upstairs.”
   1.297 +
   1.298 +“Right,” Tomoyo agreed, wiping her mouth with a handkerchief from her 
   1.299 +purse. “You taste so great.”
   1.300 +
   1.301 +“Where are my panties?”
   1.302 +
   1.303 +“You mean, my panties?”
   1.304 +
   1.305 +“Yes. Come on, I need them.”
   1.306 +
   1.307 +“They somehow got looped around a blade of the ceiling fan,” the 
   1.308 +blue-eyed beauty snickered.
   1.309 +
   1.310 +“What? You did that on purpose…but when did--I mean, how did you?”
   1.311 +
   1.312 +“No time to explain. We’d better get back up there.”
   1.313 +
   1.314 +“You are the most evil person I know,” Sakura pouted.
   1.315 +
   1.316 +Touya opened the door a crack. “Are you two done yet?” he called as 
   1.317 +loudly as he dared. “Dad’s getting suspicious.”
   1.318 +
   1.319 +“Just a second!” Tomoyo chirped while Sakura went redder than she had 
   1.320 +in years. Tomoyo gripped her lover’s arm and hauled her toward the 
   1.321 +staircase.
   1.322 +
   1.323 +“Underwear!” Sakura reminded.
   1.324 +
   1.325 +“I’m afraid you’ll have to do without,” Tomoyo answered sweetly, never 
   1.326 +pausing.
   1.327 +
   1.328 +Sakura was terrified. She knew that once they returned to the table, 
   1.329 +Tomoyo would be starting again in ten minutes, tops. Her only hope 
   1.330 +was to end the gathering before Tomoyo renewed her attack. But how? 
   1.331 +She pondered the possibilities desperately.
   1.332 +
   1.333 +She gave her dad the champagne bottle and took her seat next to her 
   1.334 +gorgeous lover. Given what she just did downstairs, she ought to be 
   1.335 +satisfied for a little while at least, Sakura hoped. But today she’s 
   1.336 +been a super-mega hornball, so I can’t count on more than a brief 
   1.337 +respite.
   1.338 +
   1.339 +Sakura’s father pulled the cork out of the bottle with a loud pop. He 
   1.340 +started pouring. Sakura glanced at Touya. He raised his eyebrows and 
   1.341 +smirked. Feeling a rising blush, she quickly turned away, only to 
   1.342 +find herself staring directly into Sonomi’s eyes. Tomoyo’s mother 
   1.343 +grinned at the embarrassed girl. Sakura would have bet the she could 
   1.344 +fry an egg on her cheeks; they were as hot as a griddle. Obviously, 
   1.345 +Sonomi knew what was going on between her and Tomoyo. But how had she 
   1.346 +found out? Sakura felt some relief though; Sonomi clearly approved of 
   1.347 +the relationship.
   1.348 +
   1.349 +“I would like to propose a toast,” Sakura’s father announced as he 
   1.350 +recorked the bottle. “Happiness and success to Tomoyo and Sakura!”
   1.351 +
   1.352 +Sonomi, Sakura, and Touya blushed at his choice of words, but everyone 
   1.353 +raised their glasses and toasted.
   1.354 +
   1.355 +“Mm, this is very good. Arigatou, Kinomoto-san,” Tomoyo said 
   1.356 +politely.
   1.357 +
   1.358 +“Hear, hear,” Sonomi said. “And thank you for having us over. My 
   1.359 +daughter is blessed to know such wonderful people as you.”
   1.360 +
   1.361 +“Don’t I know it?” Tomoyo said, squeezing Sakura’s leg under the 
   1.362 +table.
   1.363 +
   1.364 +“Please don’t mention it,” Sakura’s father replied. “I’m glad that 
   1.365 +Sakura-chan has such a terrific best friend and I’m honored that you 
   1.366 +accepted the invitation to our house.”
   1.367 +
   1.368 +Tomoyo began caressing Sakura’s upper thigh.
   1.369 +
   1.370 +Miraculously, the little get-together broke up just a few minutes 
   1.371 +later, while Sakura was still able to disguise her moans.
   1.372 +
   1.373 +Sakura ran to her room, with Tomoyo chasing right behind. As soon as 
   1.374 +Tomoyo got past the door, Sakura shut it behind her and tackled her to 
   1.375 +the mattress. “I love you Tomoyo-chan, in spite of your being a 
   1.376 +wicked temptress who can’t keep her hands to herself. But-“ here she 
   1.377 +lowered her voice and gazed into Tomoyo’s stunning blue eyes with her 
   1.378 +dazzling green eyes “-you know you’re about to be punished.”
   1.379 +
   1.380 +A chill of exhilaration raced up and down, up and down, along Tomoyo’s 
   1.381 +spine. In three seconds, Sakura had her naked.
   1.382 +
   1.383 +I love it when a plan works, Tomoyo reflected blissfully.
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