The following story contains ADULT SEXUAL SITUATIONS. Do not read any further if you do not wish to read material of this type. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I lost my William early in 2001. He was a writer who, one day, planned to use my diary, which I kept through our young courtship and beyond, as a basis for true erotic stories. William and I enjoyed reading erotic stories of this type. He planned to use the pen name Billy Hand.
As a means of therapy for dealing with his loss, I have taken up the project. Though not as accomplished as William as a writer, I too, write professionally for travel and vacation guides.
I hope you enjoy our stories as much as I did living them.
Whether you believe our stories or not, trust me when I say then have been embellished little.
Our sexual awakening is told in the CARREE LOVES BILLY series.
There are 10 separate other stories to be written, from Williams outlines, about specific days and events in our sexual lives.
This is one of them.
This is an account of the day of our graduation from high school.
It was one of the truly special days and nights in our lives and especially our sexual lives. It has been nearly a year since I lost my William and recalling and recounting this period has been happy/sad for me. For the happy part, I know William is smiling down on me.
I hope you enjoy it.
Bill and I had looked forward to graduation day together now for over 2 years. Once we decided that we were an "us" forever with plans for our future in place, Graduation Day became the first step.
My parents had planned a big party after the exercises, as Bills did. We both had lots of family, friends and relatives coming that we wanted each other to meet. Although we had agreed with all concerned parties that I would not wear the engagement ring, we were going to quietly announce it to some people.
As we prepared to send the invitations out, my Dad, of all people, made a suggestion.
"Why don't you get with Bill's parents and ask them if they would mind combining both parties into one big one here? I'm already getting the big canopy from the office, and they have an even bigger one that I can use. The only cost to me is the maintenance men it will take to set it up, so it would cost me another hour, tops, to get a bigger cover for us. If we combine everything we will spend less money, overall, on food, and have less everything, including headaches, in the end." Dad explained.
To Bill and I it made great sense. We had already talked about how that with the anticipation we had for the day, we would see little of each other because we had to "star" at our family parties. The Wilson's balked at first, but seeing that: 1)Anyone who was coming to their house had to pass ours on the way, 2)People getting lost or confused was then not an issue and 3) We had a huge mowed yard that could accommodate the canopies and the people, it was settled.
My Dad was so thrilled that and idea of his was able to make Bill and I happy, I thought he would explode. He told me later that he never thought he convinced me that he really "approved" of Bill.
I must admit that I thought his affection for him was feigned to keep his little girl happy. Somehow he saw how happy Bill made me, and how well he treated me. He also realized that Bill didn't just spoil me, though. He saw the reciprocal love and affection from me and what a team, a cohesive unit we were, as a couple.
While we made final arrangements and all six of us began decorating at my house, Bill was explaining some things about the day.
"Right after graduation Jennifer LaMarres parents would like as many of our class who want, to come to Devils Peak for pictures at the overlook. It's not that far from the Graduation venue and would really be beautiful for photo's if it's clear. They arranged a photographer through Jen's fathers business, they're printers. He has a place picked out for group and individual shots with the vista of the valley as the backdrop. It's supposed to show the future in front of us. His company does these shots with other schools and colleges all the time. He's donating a hundred prints to the class. Carree and I would like to do that individually and together." Bill explained.
"Jenny said we could get bumped to the front of the line if there was a crowd," I said. "She and Rob doubled with us at the movie last week and when they heard about the big party, she wanted to make sure we made it for the shoot. I've seen these pictures done before and they're nice. You're in the gown, but you hold the mortarboard in your hand and it makes a statement. She said we can get one together without the cap or gown, for us," I said looking to my Bill.
"She's still not seeing that older fellow anymore, is he," my Mom asked. "He looked like trouble."
"No, Mom, that was Rick. Rob is a senior too, only at City Central. He's nice. I'm sure you would like him."
"So anyway," Bill continued. "After that we are going to come right back here. We will glad hand and introduce ourselves to each other's relatives for about an hour. Then we should make an appearance at two other parties, Meg Parkers, and Sy Coleman's."
Bills dad stopped stapling crepe paper and said "Who in hell names a boy Sy?"
"Dad, it's short for Seymour. Now I have to ask, who names a boy Seymour?" Bill countered.
"Coleman, eehhhh? Do I know him?" Bills Dad continued questioning.
"You might," Bill said. "He played ball with me all through grade school and then has been the track stud at St Pius for the last couple years. We used to be great friends, well, we still are, but we both have, umm, "other interests" (he said looking at me) and haven't hung around much in the last year. But, he really made a point of wanting Carree and I to stop by. So, anyway, that should get us back here before 5 o'clock and then we can put out the big food."
"Don't you two leave us hanging, waiting for you," My mom piped in. "If we get the "big food", as Bill calls it, out by 5, then the Vermont people will still have a chance of getting home by dark. Willie said your grandmother gets nervous in the car after dark. Don't mess that up."
"No problem, Mom Kasc, If we had our way, we wouldn't leave at all, but these are 2 special ones we should make. We won't be long, I promise." Bill said.
I sidled up to Bill and asked if he knew Sy's house was kitty corner to Megs, actually right next to Heidi Stewarts, and maybe we wouldn't be gone over an hour as he thought, even with both stops.
"Actually Parkers, Coleman's and Stewarts are all having one big party and one stop will cover everything. Gee, that might leave some time to stop at my room above the garage for some one on one congratulating," Bill said with a snicker.
"Bill Wilson!!" I said cutely and quietly. "Do you mean to say that you want to soil our Graduation Day with some sordid sex act to seal our accomplishment?" I said.
"That's what I'm saying," Bill said.
"Well, I said sheepishly, "If I HAVE to, I will." I said with a big smile.
We finished up the decorating at my house and for the first night in a long time; I was going to spend an evening at my house without Bill. The eve of graduation was a special night of memories and reflecting for my parents and I wanted to make them happy by staying with them. Tomorrow was to be a big day. By eleven o'clock I should have my diploma in hand. In 48 hours, we would be on our way to Six Flags in New Jersey for our class trip. Bill and I had plans for those days, too.
Graduation exercises were held at an outdoor amphitheatre at the foot of the mountains about 30 minutes from town. It was a bit of a ride, but as long as the weather cooperated, it was always beautiful. It only took 90 minutes to hear the student honoree's speak, as well as the Principal and, of course the Bishop.
The final announcement was to get to Devils Peak as soon as possible, if you wanted to take part in the picture taking with Mr. LaMarre, or and return to school with your caps and gowns and get your deposit. Parochial schools always have a money edge.
Bill and I were almost the first 2 people there for pictures.
Although I had ridden with my family, and Bill had taken some aunts and uncles with him to the ceremony, he and I were alone for the photo trip and the run back to school to hand in our caps and gowns.
On the way back from Devils Peak I said to Bill, "Would you be surprised if I told you that I was extra free under this gown today?"
"Do you mean you are "al fresco" under that? You naughty little girl! If I had a place to stop, I would and just lash you with my tongue," Bill laughed.
"Damn, Carree, you've given me a hard-on just thinking about it."
"Well, to be honest, Just think about it", I said. "I really tried to get out of the house with my bra and panties only underneath, but my Mom sort of caught me."
"Caught you?" Bill asked.
"I was just dropping the gown over my head as she came into my room to check my hair. She saw from, just below my crotch and below, disappear as it fell. Man, she was nuts, "CARREE YOU HAVE TO WEAR SOMETHING UNDER THAT!!" she shouted at me. I told her not to get too excited, I was just making sure it was long enough. I guess she believed me. I really was going to give you a show on the way back to school. Gee, I could still give suck you under your gown if you put the seat back." I said to get Bill all hot and bothered.
"Carree, why do you insist on saying things like that to get me all flustered?" Bill said in exasperation.
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