1. A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 15 - Graduation


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    understand the feelings on her face, nor their echoes in my own heart. “Wrong?” She threw back her head and laughed, and the murmurs around us died. She turned towards me, cupped both of my cheeks with her hands and stared deep into my eyes. More tears dampened her cheeks. but the smile was still there and, if anything, even brighter. “God, Bunnie,” she told me, not caring that anybody around us could hear, “I’ve never met anyone as perfect as you. You’re the wettest, pinkest dream I could ever have had. Fuck, I love you so much!” And then, she kissed me. She kissed right here in the assembly halls, with professors, classmates and parents watching, and the passion with which she assaulted my mouth took my breath away and made my heart dance with joy. I started to see spots dancing in my vision when we finally came up for air, both out of breath as if we had run a marathon. The silence in the room was absolute, but then someone started to clap. Cat-calls sounded all around us. There was probably the one or other shout of outrage, but those were quickly drowned out by the thundering applause. I don’t think I’ve ever blushed as madly as then. Anne gave me a tear-filled, grinning wink, and I winked back. * * * * I hadn’t expected it, but the hall almost went stir-crazy when I walked towards the dais to fetch my graduation certificate. My knees shook and my cheeks burned like mad. Professor Morrison, the dean, look me up and down critically before he handed it to me, but then he ...
    shrugged and winked. “Well, this is definitely the most colorful graduation ceremony we’ve held. Congratulations, and good luck in your future.” My grin tried to rip the corners of my mouth apart. Once we both had our certificates, paying attention to the rest of the ceremony became hard. We had to sit through another ten minutes of classmates fetching theirs, then half an hour of speeches, but, finally, we were through. “I’m starved!” Anne told me and linked her fingers with mine, pulling me behind her through the throng of others heading outside for the buffet too. My giggled “Tell me about it!” went unheard in the crowd. We approached one of the lesser crowded tables with vegetarian finger food when a shout made me spin around. “Brittany Weston!” I cringed. “What, in the name of all that’s holy, is this supposed to mean?” I stared at my stepmom, who was stalking across the lawn like a fury, dressed in one of her overly flaky gowns, and rolled my eyes. “I didn’t think you’d come.” “You’d have know if you had answered your telephone, miss!” “Perhaps I didn’t answer it for a reason.” “Stop your juvenile act and explain what’s gotten into that crazy head of yours?” I had never really gotten on with her and her stupid, narrow-minded beliefs. And now that I had finished college and could earn my own money, I had not the tiniest inclination to play her stupid games anymore. I looked at Anne, who appeared rather uncomfortable. “Be careful,” I told her, loud enough that my stepmom ...
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