Life, Love & The Forbidden

Epilogue

The June silence was filled with applause as the first student's name was called and they made they way across the stage. Graduation was here, nearly four weeks after the prom and the first night of Michael and Sara's consummation of their relationship. Since then they had been so much closer, physically and emotionally. When they weren't together they were thinking of each other and "I love you" had never been said so often and meant so much.

Frank Tancredi's aging hands met each other with a smack, the vibration shooting through his body and making his entire being bounce on his folded seating. Two men in black suits wore earpieces and stood to the side of the seated crowd. Their eyes scanned the crowd, each time glazing over the Governor's seat and then recognisance being fed into their sleeves. Frank ignored them. Bodyguards had become a daily part of his life.

Michael was seated right next to the governor and his hands made a duller sound as they collided in the air. His eyes never left Sara's as she sat seated with her class of one side of the stage ready to take her diploma once her name was called. She flashed him a smile every once in a while and he smiled back. Hers was mischievous, and sly but Michael was so far away he had no idea why.

His pocket vibrated as his cell phone jiggled to life, silent in his pants. Casually he retrieved the device and looked at the display. He had one new message and upon entering his inbox found it was from Sara. He glanced up at her and she averted her eyes from his with a smirk. Michael's eyes fell back to the phone and he opened the message.

"Guess what?" it said simply so he replied with the obvious question.

Sara's cell phone buzzed in her hands and she was thankful she was at the end of the alphabet behind the rest of her year. The students in front of her didn't take notice of her texting, mainly because they were doing the self same thing, equally as bored by the ceremony. She flipped open her cell and opened the message. "What?" was Michael's reply.

Sara bit her bottom lip as she replied, her whole body tingling with the thought of telling Michael her secret. A secret that only the two of them would know. Michael gripped at his phone eagerly awaiting her response. When it began to vibrate he wasted no time in opening the media. "No panties." was her text reply accompanied by a wink.

Michael's head snapped up and their eyes met once again. Sara gave him a real wink, her bottom lip still tucked under her teeth in a teasing look. Michael's mouth curled up at the corners and his heart sped up with excitement. He didn't reply to the message. Instead he tucked his phone back into his pocket and continued to stare at her entrancing image even more.

Sara was like a pawn, dressed in a black gown and mortarboard cap. Her hair was down and slightly curled, each curl bouncing off her shoulders like rain drops off the ground. In the middle of the morning, the sun was bright and her hair shone a bright orange as the rays struck each fibre. Under the gown she was wearing a smart blouse that was pink with three quarter length sleeves and a knee length black skirt.

Michael's hand struck each other harder as more and more students moved across the stage and exposed Sara behind them like a puzzle. Sara had her legs crossed and her delicate hands patted together in congratulations of her class members. Michael was surging with adrenaline, his entire body reacting to her image as he imagined her so much more compromised, naked and under his torturous hands.

One of Sara's legs slipped from the other and she opened her legs slowly before crossing them again opposite to before. Michael's eyes went wide and he gulped a dry lump down his throat when he caught sight of her through the mass of folded chairs, her soft dark curls easily mistaken for black panties to any other crowd member.

Sara pouted her lips into a kiss and grinned down at Michael. His breathing became quick and he was sweating, the mere thought of Sara so exposed sending all his rational thoughts from his mind. Sara loved what she did to him and enjoyed teasing him to test his limits. It nearly always ended well for the both of them and made their relationship much more interesting.