Danielle, Part 7:  Graduation Present
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
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As graduation approached and it became inevitable that Danielle Thorn would be
named valedictorian because of her perfect grade point average and spotless
attendance record. There was a lot of speculation among my fellow teachers
regarding what her speech would be like.

I personally did not join in on the conversation, but secretly I figured her
speech would go something like this, "I'm outta here! So long, bitches!" Then
she would remove her cap and gown to reveal that she was wearing sexy lingerie
underneath. After that I thought that she might turn over a couple of cars or
maybe even a school bus on the way out.

Then something happened that made me think that maybe I was wrong. She
actually took the final exam in my class. She sat down and, as God is my
witness, she answered every question including the essay. Not only that, but
she scored a legitimate 100% A! Her essay answer was exceptional. She showed
insight into the topic that I myself had never considered.

I got curious and started checking with her other teachers. Not only did she
take all of her final exams, but she legitimately earned perfect scores on all
of them. It dawned on me then that she could have been making legitimate
straight A's all along if wanted to.

And her graduation speech was not at all what I thought it would be. She
talked with great elegance about how important her years at Benjamin Franklin
High School had been to her. She mentioned several teachers and fellow
students by name and spoke of how they had influenced her and made her want to
be a better person. And the students she spoke of were not the typical sports
heroes or popular kids either.

She spoke about the outcasts and the loners and the shy kids. She pointed out
that by simply enduring and surviving the often treacherous social experiment
that was high school that they showed greater courage than she ever had. She
acknowledged that things had been too easy for her. She also assured her
classmates that life was not much like high school and that for most of them
things would get better.

Then she talked about how high school graduation was both an ending and a
beginning which was, let's face it, not a very original topic. There is at
least one variation of this speech at every high school graduation since the
beginning of time. Yet somehow Danielle made it sound completely fresh and
new. She made her fellow students feel sad about leaving Ben Franklin while at
the same time inspiring them to strive to go out and make the world a better
place.

By the time she was finished with her stirring oration, most of her fellow
students were moved to tears as were a fair number of the parents, teachers
and other spectators. At the end of her speech when she took the time to give
special thanks to "my favorite teacher, Mr. Jenkins, for reminding me that the
rules apply to everyone" I felt a tear or two roll down my cheeks as well.

After graduation I decided to treat myself to a nice dinner. As a bachelor, my
dining out experiences are generally limited to drive through windows. Tonight
I opted for a nice, local sit-down restaurant. When I got home to my
apartment, I was shocked to find Danielle waiting for me outside my apartment
door.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked, "Why didn't you let yourself in?"

"I decided to give your door a break by not breaking your door," she joked.

"I thank you, and so does my landlord," I said. "But why aren't you out
celebrating? This is a big night for you."

"I am celebrating, Mr. J. I'm celebrating the fact that you're not my teacher
anymore." I hoped this meant what I hoped it meant, but I couldn't quite bring
myself to believe it.

"But aren't there like a dozen big graduation parties tonight for you to
attend?"

"At least that many, Mr. J, and yet somehow this is the only place I want to
be right now. Now would you please unlock the door before I break it in just
for old time's sake?" My hand trembled as I reached into my pocket for the
key, put it in the lock and turned it.

I pushed the door open, but before I could walk in, Danielle swept me up in
her powerful arms. She cradled me and carried me inside. Once inside she
turned on the lights and set me down. That's when I noticed that she was
wearing the blue pinstriped dress shirt that she "borrowed" from me the second
time she visited me in my apartment.

"Do you remember when I borrowed this shirt?" she asked. I nodded yes.
"Remember how you begged me to show you my breasts, Mr. J? I'm finally going
to show them to you tonight, Mr. J, and I'm not going to make you beg."

"Are we... are you going to fuck me tonight, Danielle," I asked. I was
beginning to break out into a cold sweat.

"No, Mr. J, I'm not going to fuck you. WE are going to make love." She took me
by the hand and led me into the bedroom. "Please, Mr. J, sit down on the bed."
The light from the other room was streaming in the open bedroom door. Danielle
was lit from behind. She slowly began to sway her body back and forth to the
music of her love. The rhythm of her music perfectly matched the beating of my
heart.

As I watched mesmerized by her movement, I began to undress. So did Danielle.
The slower she undressed, the faster I did. She wasn't wearing much to begin
with. Other than my old dress shirt the only thing she had on was a sexy blue
thong. As I tore and clawed at my shirt buttons, she sloooooowly undid each of
hers one-by-one.

When the last button was undone, she opened the shirt. I could not make out
all the details of her amazing body in the half light on my bedroom, but
backlit as she was by the light coming in from the other room, the outline of
her curvaceous body sent chills of desire through my entire body.

She discarded the shirt entirely and continued her sensuous dance. She turned
to one side so that I could see the profile of her exquisite female form. Her
large breast were firm and proud, her tight, slender waist and womanly hips
undulated in a way that would give any world-class belly dancer stiff (pun
intended) competition. The curve of her lower back as it progressed into the
even more sublime curve of her delicious ass was a vision so supple that no
artist could ever hope to fully capture its delicacy.

Danielle continued her sensual ballet, showing me the outline of her
superlative female form from every angle. She was like a pagan goddess of love
performing a fertility dance for an audience of one. By some miracle, I was
the one chosen by this goddess to witness her supernatural display of
aphrodisia.

By the time she was finished, I was completely naked and sitting on the bed.
She was still wearing her blue thong. She lazily strolled over to me and
facing me, she straddled my lap, leaned in, threw her strong arms around my
neck and kissed me deeply and passionately. "Are you sure you're ready for
this?" she asked.

"N-N-No," I stammered.

"Too bad," she said, "Because I'm not waiting one nanosecond longer. She
pulled my head into her perfect, delectable breasts. "Worship my breasts,
Cutie. How long have you wanted this?" I didn't answer. My mouth was full
because I was too busy following instructions. I kissed and licked every inch
of Danielle's magnificent tits between sucking and nibbling her alert nipples.

"Yeeesssss," she moaned softly.

Everyone has experienced at one time or another finally getting to do
something that they've longed looked forward to. The irony of such moments is
that they often don't quite live up to expectations. If you're very, very
lucky living that moment you've long anticipated will be as wonderful of
you've dreamed it would be. I would like to report that making love with
Danielle for the first time was one of those rare experiences. In good
conscience, I cannot.

It was so, sooo much better. It was gentle and rough, sweet and salty, savage
and tender, loving and purely carnal, selfish and giving, earthly and
ethereal.... It seemed to last forever, but it was over much too quickly.

I made love to and worshipped every inch of Danielle's hard, lithe, most
excellent form. She knew how turned on I was by her superhuman strength so she
whispered things like "You know that I can crush bricks and twist steel with
my powerful hands don't you, Mr. J? How does it feel to have that same hand
gently stroking your big cock?" She also whispered "How does it feel to be
making love to a gorgeous young woman who has the strength of twenty strong
men, Mr. J?" and "Does my strong body turn you on, Mr. J? I hope so, Mr. J,
because I'm stronger than anybody, Mr. J. Anybody." She even said, "Would you
like to watch as I lift a car over my head, Mr. J? I'll do it for you because
I like showing off my superhuman strength for you, Mr. J."

She also took delight in effortlessly maneuvering and tossing my body around
as we made love in every conceivable position - at least every position that I
could conceive. She would flex various muscles for me and let me worships them
with my mouth, hands and cock. Time and time again she would bring me to the
brink of orgasm and then ease off at the last possible second. "Not yet, Mr.
J," she would say. Once she even said, "Now you're in MY classroom, Mr. J!"

Everything she said, did and instructed me to do felt better than whatever she
said, did or instructed me to do thirty seconds before. She allowed me to
explore to my heart's delight. At the same time she played my body like it was
a musical instrument and she was the world's foremost virtuoso. After hours of
bringing me to the edge again and again, Danielle got on top of me and lowered
her tight, wet pussy over my cock. She began to roll her hips up, down and
around my rock hard shaft.

With expert timing, Danielle saw to it that we both had explosive, earth
shattering simultaneous orgasms. Once the involuntary spasms of my weak male
body subsided, she slowly, torturously slid off my cock and cuddled her naked
form into mine. It was as if her body melted into mine. "Oh my God... oh my
God... oh my God... I repeated between gulps of air."

She tenderly ran her fingers through my hair and said in a hushed tone,
"Shhhhh, precious one, try to sleep now. You must be exhausted."

"Don't want to sleep," I pouted, "Don't want this to end."

"Shhhhh, darling baby, I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?"

"I promise, Cutie." I drifted off to sleep in her arms.

When I woke up the next morning, I was almost surprised to discover that she'd
kept her promise. As much as I loved Danielle, I was realistic about it. She
didn't strike me as the "morning after" type. And yet there she was.

She was sitting up beside me. I looked up at her through sleepy eyes and said,
"That was amazing, Danielle."

She smiles sweetly and said, "I know."

"I love you, Danielle."

"I know that too, Cutie."

"So... does this mean that we're going steady?" I asked. I tried to sound
light-hearted. I knew that the chances of her giving up her legion of admirers
and love slaves for me were slim and none. Even so, part of me hoped, wished
and prayed that she would say "Yes."

Instead, she smiled and said, "It was fun, Sweetie, but I've got to be going
now." She jumped out of bed and quickly put on the few clothes she had on the
night before. I also jumped out of bed and threw on a robe.

"Do you have to go so soon? When will I see you again?"

"Sorry, Cutie, lot's to do. But I'll be back some time." I knew that this was
about all the commitment I could expect. She kissed me goodbye and left.

I stood in my apartment living room in my robe. "My beautiful cat," I mumbled
wistfully.

When I didn't see her again that day or the next, I didn't think much of it. I
missed her, but I wasn't surprised. With summer break ahead of me, I wondered
how I would spend my days. I knew that the days - and especially the nights -
would seem long without her.

Around seven PM the night after our night of passion there was a loud knock on
my front door. I wondered who it could be. I was sure that it wasn't Danielle
because something about the knock seemed frantic, and frantic was not part of
Danielle's DNA.

I opened the door to find Mademoiselle Desiree standing on the other side.
"Where is she?" she asked.

"Who?" I asked.

"Don't pretend like you don't know? Where's Danielle?" She was in a clear
panic.

"How should I know?" I asked.

"Listen, Jenkins, I know that she spent graduation night with you. She ordered
me to stay away for two days. When I went over to her place tonight, she
wasn't there, and her apartment was empty. I know you know where she is, so
start talking. NOW!"

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