Graduation Day

On a sunny day in May,  Mandy and Bridget were graduating from college.
Mandy bounced up to Bridget in the gym, her mortar board tilting on
her head.  “Did you do it?” she whispered to her best friend.

Bridget turned towards the wall and quickly flipped up her thin white
robe, exposing her naked body.  Mandy did the same.  They both
collapsed in giggles.  “It feels weird with the wind blowing up onto my
pussy,” Bridget whispered to Mandy.

“I can see your nipples,” Mandy whispered back, laughing.  Bridget
looked down, and grinned.  Her nipples were poking against the
polyester.

“Yours too,” Bridget said, pointing at Mandy’s smaller breasts, which
were still plainly visible through the fabric.

They ran into the bathroom, looking at themselves in the mirror.  “This
makes me kind of wet,” Mandy said, slipping her hand under her robe and
touching her pussy.

Bridget smiled at her friend.  “Me too,” she said.  She reached over
and unzipped Mandy’s robe, admiring her firm tits and shining pussy. 
She pushed Mandy’s hand out of the way and slid her fingers over
Mandy’s wet cunt lips.

Mandy moaned lightly and reached over, fondling Bridget’s breasts
through the material of her robe, and then unzipped it.  As Bridget’s
fingers explored her folds, stroking lightly along her clit, she cupped
both of Bridget’s breasts in her hand, rubbing the hard nipples with
her palms.

“How come I never noticed how pretty you were?” Bridget asked softly,
pushing a finger inside Mandy’s wet pussy.  Mandy gasped in pleasure
and massaged her friend’s breasts harder.  Stepping forward, Bridget
placed her free hand on the back of Mandy’s slender neck and pulled her
closer.  They kissed, running their tongues over each other, back and
forth.

Bridget’s finger was moving faster and faster inside Mandy’s pussy, and
when she pressed her thumb firmly against Mandy’s hard clit, Mandy
came, sighing against Bridget’s lips and kissing her friend more
deeply.  “Your pussy is so wet,” Bridget laughed softly, feeling
Mandy’s cunt opening and closing like a clamshell around her fingers.

“I want to taste you,” Mandy whispered, kissing her way down Bridget’s
neck and stopping to suck on her breasts before dropping to her knees
and parting her friend’s pussy with her thumbs, holding it open so she
could suck Bridget’s hard clit into her mouth.  “Mmmm,” she whispered,
licking around the outside of Bridget’s wet pussy lips.  “It’s sweet.”

Bridget stroked Mandy’s short brown hair as her tongue flicked rapidly
over her clit.  Her knees got weak as she neared her orgasm, and she
came, looking down into Mandy’s wide blue eyes as her juices dripped
down over her face.

“Ladies, time to line up for procession!” a voice shouted at the door. 
Mandy jumped to her feet and she and Bridget hurriedly zipped up their
robes, wiping their mouths and straightening their hair.

“Now we have two secrets to keep when we’re getting our diplomas,”
Mandy whispered to Bridget as they left the bathroom.  They squeezed
each other’s hands and ran to take their places in line.