Farewell Tiffany

Together Mark and Tiffany sat in a private outside location, underneath the sun, both with a champagne glass in their hands. They smiled and laughed as they reminisced.

“Come on, be honest,” Mark told her, laughing.

She chuckled along with him, shrugging her shoulders, “I don’t know, I just thought you were cute, so innocent back then.”

He had just asked her what she thought of him when they first met, right outside of Room 108 on Mark’s first day on campus. It was a memorable moment for the two of them, certainly for Mark who was left in awe by the beauty of the brunette.

“I was skinny, awkward and… ugh god,” he laughed to himself, putting a hand over his eyes as he shook his head, “I was a 2 or 3 at best and you were a ten out of ten as you are now.”

She blushed, shaking her head, “You’re just saying that.”

“Absolutely not,” he disagreed, “Gorgeous, still remember that day well… standing there in those tight black leggings, I think I fell in love of your ass in that moment.”

Tiffany laughed again, lightly whacking his arm.

“The rest of your body was looking pretty good too,” he said with another cheeky smile on his face, “You are just stunning…”

He was looking into her eyes again… just mesmerised by her. She wasn’t the only girl he felt like this about but she was still one of a kind and there would always be a special place for her in his heart.

For whatever reason, they just leaned in at that moment and their lips softly mashed against one another. Just one or two of those long kisses where their lips held together.

Pulling back, they had a sense of holding off. They couldn’t get themselves anymore sentimental, it would have just made this situation even tougher. The look on both of their faces knew it, as unfortunate as it was, they were both doing the right thing in their minds.

“You’re going to write to me aren’t you? When you can?” Mark then said.

She giggled lightly, “Write to you? Like letters? You do know there is internet in South Africa?”

Mark chuckled, “I know, sorry… I do know that… I’m just trying to get my head around you moving so far away.”

“Well don’t worry,” she said, placing a hand on his leg, “I’ll keep in contact, and if you really want, I’ll write to you… but I can’t send everything i really want to you by letters… if you know what I mean.”

He looked at her with a confused look on his face but before she could answer that for him, they were interrupted by another senior girl in her graduation outfit running up to them.

“Tiff!” She exclaimed, “Come on, we’re getting pictures.”

She smiled, “Be there in a second.”

Almost immediately as that girl left, Tiffany turned to Mark and hugged him tightly. He just held her in his arms, taking in her beautiful scent, straight up his nostrils.

Before she was about to break up the affectionate hug, she whispered into his ear, “I never stopped loving you…”

Tiffany then kissed him once on the lips before excusing herself.

Left there to take it all in, Mark felt that sense of emotion. She had never fell out of love with him after everything that had happened and now she was leaving the entire country…

This would take some time to process.

***

Later that night…

Letting the seniors have their night, Mark and the others were back in their dorm rooms. He had the intention of driving home the next morning, despite having a bit to drink tonight.

There was a sense of emptiness inside him and the **** had done nothing to prevent that.

As he laid alone in bed, he heard his phone vibrate from the side of the bed.

Checking it, there was a text from Tiffany.

Tiffany: This is what I meant earlier, can’t send these in writing…

He read the message, unsure at what she was alluding to. Suddenly, another message popped up from the brunette graduate, this time it was a photo.

He couldn’t have opened it up any quicker.

Mark had turned rock hard as he inspected the picture. It was Tiffany inside what seemed like a girls bathroom somewhere. She still had her graduation hat and gown on from earlier in the day. Except this time, she was wearing underneath it.

In between the gown, he could see her beautiful skin, just like the night before, her nude body. A cheeky view of her right breast as she held her gown open, her perfect little nub of a nipple standing out. Lowering his eyes, he could see her shaved pussy plain in view.

Her other hand was holding up the phone as she took the selfie in the mirror.

Mark’s mood had at least shifted for the moment as he shoved his hand down his underwear and began to stroke himself. He was extremely horny, and the image of her nude body underneath her graduation clothes was going to get him off tonight…