rlm@2: Grad Day
rlm@2: by Raven_Roth
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: joelsi1989@hotmail.com
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I do not own any CCS works.
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rlm@2: The black-haired girl was getting bored. She and Sakura were 
rlm@2: graduating today, but the highlights of the ceremony had come and 
rlm@2: gone. The awards had been neat; her beloved Sakura had gotten the 
rlm@2: highest student/athlete award. Tomoyo herself had received the best 
rlm@2: music award. But once these things were over, it was time to start 
rlm@2: listening to speeches. To make matters worse, Tomoyo’s camcorder’s 
rlm@2: battery had run down, so she couldn’t tape Sakura anymore today.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: And Sakura looked so pretty today, so elegant. And she smelled 
rlm@2: wonderful, too; she wore a new perfume that reminded Tomoyo of late 
rlm@2: springtime. Just by being this close, she was unwittingly driving 
rlm@2: Tomoyo to distraction. Suddenly, Tomoyo formed a brilliant, 
rlm@2: thoroughly evil idea.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Sakura-chan,” she whispered seductively into her best friend’s ear, 
rlm@2: “You’re so beautiful. I just want to lead you up to that main table, 
rlm@2: lay you down, rip off your clothes, spread chocolate frosting all over 
rlm@2: you-“
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “-What?” Sakura interjected, barely keeping her voice to a loud 
rlm@2: whisper. A few students seated near her stared for a minute as a 
rlm@2: cherry-red blush blossomed on her face. She waited until they’d 
rlm@2: turned away. Tomoyo was grinning. “Shame on you,” Sakura hissed in 
rlm@2: horror. “I can’t believe how naughty you are!”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “It’s your fault for getting me all hot. If you didn’t want me to 
rlm@2: have these ‘naughty thoughts,’ you shouldn’t have agreed to exchange 
rlm@2: underwear with me. All I can think is, ‘I’m wearing Sakura-chan’s 
rlm@2: cute satin panties!’”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: The brown-haired girl groaned. “I knew that would come back to haunt 
rlm@2: me,” she said with false regret. “Please, just control yourself. 
rlm@2: This ceremony is almost over.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Tomoyo stuck out her lower lip. “I don’t think I can wait much 
rlm@2: longer. After this, we’ve got that banquet. Then we’re going over to 
rlm@2: your house to talk with your dad and brother and my mom. Only when 
rlm@2: that’s finally over will I be able to take my lovely Sakura-chan to 
rlm@2: bed and make her-“
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “-Stop it, Tomoyo-chan!” Sakura said in a shocked voice. “This’ll be 
rlm@2: done soon enough, okay? Or am I not worth the wait?”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Well, when you put it that way…” Tomoyo sighed. But she smiled 
rlm@2: inwardly. She wasn’t giving up, not by a long shot.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: The graduation ceremony ended. Sakura and Tomoyo got into the limo 
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s mother had provided. “To the Ruby Restaurant, please,” 
rlm@2: Tomoyo told the chauffeuse.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “See, it’s not so bad, is it?” Sakura asked. “We won’t have to stay 
rlm@2: at the banquet very l-mmphff!”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Tomoyo had pounced, pulling her lover into a long, burning kiss. 
rlm@2: Sakura returned it with equal enthusiasm, tasting the blue-eyed girl’s 
rlm@2: tongue, enjoying the pressure of her delicious lips. The pair 
rlm@2: embraced tightly and kept kissing for most of the ride. With plenty 
rlm@2: of resistance from Tomoyo and herself, Sakura pulled away at last.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “We’re nearly there, I think, and we need to ditch the ceremonial 
rlm@2: gowns,” she explained.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “You’re right. You take off mine and I’ll take off yours, all right? 
rlm@2: The zippers are so tricky to reach.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Sakura nodded in agreement. She took her time removing Tomoyo’s gown 
rlm@2: and then turned her back to let Tomoyo help her with hers. She felt 
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s small, delicate fingers linger on her back for far longer 
rlm@2: than necessary and she smiled. But then Tomoyo pushed the loose robe 
rlm@2: off her shoulders, sliding the straps of her dress along with it-
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “-Tomoyo-chan!” she said reprovingly.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “It was an accident,” Tomoyo said, not fooling Sakura at all.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “It was not! Honestly!”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Gomen ne,” Tomoyo hastily apologized. “But you have to understand. 
rlm@2: The most beautiful woman in the world wanted me to help undress her; 
rlm@2: it would strain anyone’s self-discipline.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “How sweet,” Sakura melted. She gathered Tomoyo into another deep 
rlm@2: kiss. Then the car stopped.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Should only be about an hour or so,” Sakura told her friend as they 
rlm@2: entered the building.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: They seated themselves across from each other at a long table. Most 
rlm@2: of their old friends were situated around them. Naoko and Rika sat on 
rlm@2: either side of Tomoyo; Meilin and Chiharu were to Sakura’s right and 
rlm@2: left. The food was served almost immediately and it was quite good. 
rlm@2: The conversation was engaging too.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Where are you going from here?” Chiharu asked Tomoyo.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Ask Sakura-chan,” Tomoyo replied.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Sakura’s face lit up with a red glow, but she stayed calm. “How about 
rlm@2: it then?” Chiharu pressed. “Where are you and Tomoyo-chan going after 
rlm@2: this?”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Well, w-“ Suddenly, Sakura felt a silk-clad foot gently rubbing her 
rlm@2: lower leg. Tomoyo was smirking, but trying to suppress it. Sakura 
rlm@2: swallowed hard and continued. “We are planning on attending the 
rlm@2: University of Tokyo. We’ve given it a lot of thought. I’m sure it 
rlm@2: will be-“
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s foot was on her knee now, sliding slowly higher. Still, 
rlm@2: Sakura didn’t panic. Tomoyo would have to run out of space soon. The 
rlm@2: table was fairly wide; the black-haired demoness couldn’t extend her 
rlm@2: reach much further. With a shudder of arousal, Sakura took up her 
rlm@2: thread again. “It will be difficult, of course, but I believe that 
rlm@2: Tomoyo-chan and I can make the grade.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “If anyone can, it’s you two,” Naoko asserted.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s foot was slowly traveling higher and higher up Sakura’s 
rlm@2: thigh. How was that possible? Only if Tomoyo was-oh no! She was! 
rlm@2: She was slipping lower and lower in her seat. Someone was sure to 
rlm@2: notice, Sakura realized. What could she do? Then she remembered that 
rlm@2: Naoko had just complimented them. “Arigatou,” she said a tad 
rlm@2: breathlessly. “How about you, Naoko-chan?”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Luckily, everyone but Tomoyo and Sakura turned their attention to 
rlm@2: Naoko. “I’m going to Hokkaido…” she was saying. Sakura didn’t hear a 
rlm@2: word. Tomoyo was wiggling her toes against Sakura’s most sensitive 
rlm@2: spot and she was so far down in her chair that her head was barely 
rlm@2: above the table. Sakura stifled a whimper and stood up, trying to 
rlm@2: save herself from the determined temptress across the table.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Got to get more sushi,” she stammered to the surprised group seated 
rlm@2: with her.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “So do I,” Tomoyo said, nearly giggling. She hurried after Sakura. 
rlm@2: As she got to the buffet, the green-eyed girl whirled on her.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “What’s gotten into you?” she demanded. “Are you trying to make me 
rlm@2: pass out from lack of blood, since it’s all in my face? Some 
rlm@2: girlfriend you are!”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “What’s wrong?” Tomoyo said innocently. “Just stretching my legs was 
rlm@2: all. You should have ignored me.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Ignore that?” Sakura objected. “The woman I love is rubbing me in a 
rlm@2: crowded restaurant and I’m supposed to ignore it? Look, just behave 
rlm@2: yourself.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “That’s what you do to me, darling. But I promise to try my best.” 
rlm@2: She winked and pinched Sakura’s backside.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Wow, I feel reassured,” the brown-haired girl said in her most 
rlm@2: sarcastic voice.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: It was a struggle, but Tomoyo kept her word, mostly. She brushed up 
rlm@2: against Sakura a couple times, but in general conducted herself very 
rlm@2: well. Sakura was plenty grateful for this, because Tomoyo had been 
rlm@2: getting her very worked up. She didn’t want to admit that to Tomoyo, 
rlm@2: of course; the knowledge would only encourage her to keep the 
rlm@2: lascivious teasing going. As soon as the two ladies got back into the 
rlm@2: limo, Sakura lunged. She started sucking on Tomoyo’s tongue and 
rlm@2: letting her hands roam all over Tomoyo’s lithe body. The girls made 
rlm@2: out for a few minutes when suddenly the driver’s voice came over the 
rlm@2: intercom. “Destination, please?”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Sakura wrenched her mouth away from Tomoyo’s lips. “Kinomoto 
rlm@2: residence, please,” she managed to say. Then Tomoyo was kissing her 
rlm@2: again, keeping her extremely busy. It was all Sakura could do to keep 
rlm@2: herself clothed until the limousine rolled to a stop in front of her 
rlm@2: house. “Okay, you little bottle of mischief, I need one more hour of 
rlm@2: civilized behavior from you.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Aw,” Tomoyo whined, “why did you have to get me all fired up then? 
rlm@2: How is that fair?”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “That wasn’t to ‘fire you up,’ as you put it; it was to tide you over 
rlm@2: until we’re done here. Now be a good girl.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Sure,” Tomoyo chuckled, playing with Sakura’s breasts.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “I mean it!” Sakura chided.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Soon they were all seated around the Kinomoto dinner table, playing a 
rlm@2: challenging but fun game that Sakura’s father called “Trivial 
rlm@2: Pursuit.” The parents surprisingly had real difficulties with Tomoyo, 
rlm@2: who had a memory like super glue.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “It’s the end of an era,” Touya mourned as he took his move.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “How’s that?” his father asked.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “We’re out of school, oto-san, even the kaiju,” he joked.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Sakura was about to retaliate when she felt her friend’s nimble 
rlm@2: fingers lightly stroking her inner thigh. She turned almost lavender, 
rlm@2: her retort dying before it reached her lips. She squirmed, but Tomoyo 
rlm@2: just wouldn’t take the hint.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Touya, meanwhile, was staring at his younger sister. “You’re going to 
rlm@2: let me get away with that, Sakura-chan? Are you feeling okay?”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Yeah, I feel pretty darn good,” Sakura said, sweatdropping. “I’m 
rlm@2: grown up now; it’ll take more than just calling me a monster to get me 
rlm@2: riled.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Glad to hear it, kaiju,” Touya chuckled.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “You are going to study at the university with a specific goal in 
rlm@2: mind, right Sakura-chan?” Sonomi asked.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: My goal is to survive your daughter’s attempts to screw me to death, 
rlm@2: Sakura thought without meaning to. She blushed even harder. “I want 
rlm@2: to be an architect, Daidouji-san,” she said as evenly as she could. 
rlm@2: She felt Tomoyo’s hand almost reaching the panties she was 
rlm@2: wearing-Tomoyo’s panties. She couldn’t take much more of this.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “It’s important to have goals,” Sakura’s father stated. “And today, 
rlm@2: you two achieved one of those goals. This calls for celebration. 
rlm@2: I’ve got a bottle of champagne-“
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “-I’ll get it!” Sakura cried, leaping up from Tomoyo’s incessant 
rlm@2: torture.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Let me come with you,” Tomoyo said, rising as well. A feeling of 
rlm@2: dread poured over Sakura, but she had no good reason to decline the 
rlm@2: request. The two girls headed down to the basement.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: As Sakura’s foot hit the floor, before she even had a chance to turn 
rlm@2: around, Tomoyo’s hands were under her dress, yanking her underwear 
rlm@2: down past her knees, dropping them to the carpet. “Hey!” she yelped.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “I want my panties back. Now,” Tomoyo growled playfully. She forced 
rlm@2: her thigh between Sakura’s legs.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Tomoyo-chan!” the brown-haired girl squeaked. She couldn’t walk with 
rlm@2: the panties around her ankles, so she stepped out of them quickly. 
rlm@2: She began to dodge, but Tomoyo advanced even more swiftly. She 
rlm@2: grinned maliciously, got a firm grip on Sakura’s bottom, and lifted 
rlm@2: her onto the green billiard table. Her hands went back under Sakura’s 
rlm@2: dress, bunching it up around the slim young woman’s waist.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Stop, Tomoyo-chan,” Sakura begged. “We might-“
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “-I’m through waiting,” Tomoyo declared in a flat voice. “It’s time 
rlm@2: for Sakura-chan to come.” She thrust her head between Sakura’s 
rlm@2: shaking knees and immediately began to assault her sopping, naked 
rlm@2: vagina with her mouth. It was obvious that Sakura’s body was more 
rlm@2: than ready for this.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Sakura’s eyes rolled back. “Tomoyo!” she gasped. “We could-ah! Get 
rlm@2: caught!”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “I know,” Tomoyo mumbled without lifting her head. “So you’d better 
rlm@2: come fast.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Ah! Oh! Ah!” Sakura shrieked. Her toes curled. Tomoyo had been 
rlm@2: building her anticipation steadily all day and now she was delivering 
rlm@2: in spades. Her lips and tongue seemed to be everywhere. The 
rlm@2: sensations were so strong that it was like Tomoyo licking her entire 
rlm@2: body in long, languid strokes. Sakura’s every molecule sang with 
rlm@2: unbelievable pleasure. This was their gathering; they should be 
rlm@2: upstairs; Touya was bound to come looking for them an second-but damn, 
rlm@2: Tomoyo was loving her right! Sakura didn’t want her to stop, not at 
rlm@2: all, no matter what the consequences might be.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “What’s taking those girls so long?” Sakura’s father wondered.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Touya and Sonomi glanced at each other knowingly. “I’m sure they’ll 
rlm@2: be back in a minute,” Sonomi laughed nervously. I hope, she added 
rlm@2: silently. This isn’t the best way for Sakura’s father to find out 
rlm@2: about them. I can’t believe he doesn’t know already.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: The curious man started to rise from the table. “I’d better-“
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “-No, no,” Touya intervened. “I’ll do it; I’ll go get them. You just 
rlm@2: relax, oto-san.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: As slowly as he could, Touya strode to the basement door. He listened 
rlm@2: before he opened it. He could distinctly hear his little sister’s 
rlm@2: muffled cries of ecstasy. He stopped and waited embarrassedly, not 
rlm@2: wanting to walk in on Tomoyo and Sakura while they were so…active.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Good job, Sakura-chan; I think that’s about the fastest you’ve ever 
rlm@2: climaxed. I knew you could do it!”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “I love you, Tomoyo-chan,” the green-eyed girl sighed. “Now let’s 
rlm@2: hurry and get back upstairs.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Right,” Tomoyo agreed, wiping her mouth with a handkerchief from her 
rlm@2: purse. “You taste so great.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Where are my panties?”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “You mean, my panties?”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Yes. Come on, I need them.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “They somehow got looped around a blade of the ceiling fan,” the 
rlm@2: blue-eyed beauty snickered.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “What? You did that on purpose…but when did--I mean, how did you?”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “No time to explain. We’d better get back up there.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “You are the most evil person I know,” Sakura pouted.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Touya opened the door a crack. “Are you two done yet?” he called as 
rlm@2: loudly as he dared. “Dad’s getting suspicious.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Just a second!” Tomoyo chirped while Sakura went redder than she had 
rlm@2: in years. Tomoyo gripped her lover’s arm and hauled her toward the 
rlm@2: staircase.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Underwear!” Sakura reminded.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “I’m afraid you’ll have to do without,” Tomoyo answered sweetly, never 
rlm@2: pausing.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Sakura was terrified. She knew that once they returned to the table, 
rlm@2: Tomoyo would be starting again in ten minutes, tops. Her only hope 
rlm@2: was to end the gathering before Tomoyo renewed her attack. But how? 
rlm@2: She pondered the possibilities desperately.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: She gave her dad the champagne bottle and took her seat next to her 
rlm@2: gorgeous lover. Given what she just did downstairs, she ought to be 
rlm@2: satisfied for a little while at least, Sakura hoped. But today she’s 
rlm@2: been a super-mega hornball, so I can’t count on more than a brief 
rlm@2: respite.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Sakura’s father pulled the cork out of the bottle with a loud pop. He 
rlm@2: started pouring. Sakura glanced at Touya. He raised his eyebrows and 
rlm@2: smirked. Feeling a rising blush, she quickly turned away, only to 
rlm@2: find herself staring directly into Sonomi’s eyes. Tomoyo’s mother 
rlm@2: grinned at the embarrassed girl. Sakura would have bet the she could 
rlm@2: fry an egg on her cheeks; they were as hot as a griddle. Obviously, 
rlm@2: Sonomi knew what was going on between her and Tomoyo. But how had she 
rlm@2: found out? Sakura felt some relief though; Sonomi clearly approved of 
rlm@2: the relationship.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “I would like to propose a toast,” Sakura’s father announced as he 
rlm@2: recorked the bottle. “Happiness and success to Tomoyo and Sakura!”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Sonomi, Sakura, and Touya blushed at his choice of words, but everyone 
rlm@2: raised their glasses and toasted.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Mm, this is very good. Arigatou, Kinomoto-san,” Tomoyo said 
rlm@2: politely.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Hear, hear,” Sonomi said. “And thank you for having us over. My 
rlm@2: daughter is blessed to know such wonderful people as you.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Don’t I know it?” Tomoyo said, squeezing Sakura’s leg under the 
rlm@2: table.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Please don’t mention it,” Sakura’s father replied. “I’m glad that 
rlm@2: Sakura-chan has such a terrific best friend and I’m honored that you 
rlm@2: accepted the invitation to our house.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Tomoyo began caressing Sakura’s upper thigh.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Miraculously, the little get-together broke up just a few minutes 
rlm@2: later, while Sakura was still able to disguise her moans.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Sakura ran to her room, with Tomoyo chasing right behind. As soon as 
rlm@2: Tomoyo got past the door, Sakura shut it behind her and tackled her to 
rlm@2: the mattress. “I love you Tomoyo-chan, in spite of your being a 
rlm@2: wicked temptress who can’t keep her hands to herself. But-“ here she 
rlm@2: lowered her voice and gazed into Tomoyo’s stunning blue eyes with her 
rlm@2: dazzling green eyes “-you know you’re about to be punished.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: A chill of exhilaration raced up and down, up and down, along Tomoyo’s 
rlm@2: spine. In three seconds, Sakura had her naked.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I love it when a plan works, Tomoyo reflected blissfully.