Yes, surprisingly.

Marie checked her phone and let out a little gasp. The ceremony was starting in five minutes! She gave herself a thorough once-over from the front and the back in the mirror as Erika finally zipped up her gown. Just as she feared, her nipples were poking through the polyester material causing blush to spread through her cheeks. Erika gave her a bemused smile through the mirror- as if to say, ‘I knew you were excited about this, but I didn’t realize you were THIS excited!’ When Marie finally caught wise to Erika’s leering, her face reddened even further. She was about to rush off without another word, when Erika stopped her.

“Hey, next time you see me, we’re gonna be high school graduates,” she said with a proud smile and a tear glimmering in her eye. She embraced Marie. Marie hugged her back, overcome by a dangerous cocktail of pride, sadness, and arousal. Before she could pull away, Erika leaned in right next to her ear and gave Marie’s bubble-butt a firm squeeze, whispering “…naked high school graduates. We’re gonna have so much fun this summer!”

Marie let out a noise that would give a steam whistle a run for its money. Before it was like the faucet was on and trickling, now it was on full blast. Her head was swimming with thoughts of naked mischief with Erika this summer and so were her thighs.

She was in serious danger of being late by the time she made it out of the bathroom, so she had to step lively and carefully as she made her way to her designated position at the front of the student body. She was paranoid the notebook might make something happen before the ceremony, so she kept her gown hoisted off the floor to avoid being stepped on and taking strong deliberate steps so she didn’t fall over and invite an upskirt situation. She gave the stage a wide birth, worried about catching on a corner.

Her heart was pounding by the time she took her seat, but she felt a smug sort of satisfaction. She could do this. This wasn’t hard. She wasn’t naked every day, it’s the easiest thing in the world. You literally just WEAR the clothes. Sure, she was naked in a graduation gown surrounded by everyone who has ever mattered to her, but if worse came to worse, she’d covered all her bases when she set her wish to paper. Any embarrassment would last a few hours at most and she’d only really have to deal with three months of people talking about it.

She finally felt herself starting to relax, maybe even (consciously) excited for what might happen. When the principal, Ms. Zakrasek took the stage stepped up to the podium and began addressing the students. Marie had always had a little bit of a girl crush at the shapely principal- she was blonde and in her early forties with curves like all get out. Marie couldn’t decide if she wanted her, wanted to look like her, or both. She had a vibe like a trained tiger: she’d play nice, but disrespect her and you stand to get mauled. She was a just hand when it came to discipline, punishing the light infractions with a slap on the wrist and threw the book at the more substantial ones. Perhaps most importantly, she knew when to turn a blind eye to harmless mischief. If no one was hurt or felt put out, pranks and shenanigans were fair game.

Ms. Zakrasek cleared her throat and began to speak, “This is just a reminder to all students that as part of the commencement package, you’ve all signed written consent forms for our photographers and videographers to publish in the school paper, yearbook, website, what have you. Make sure once you have the diploma to stop to have your photo taken with me once we start calling names. As a reminder, we’ll begin calling students alphabetically AFTER the valedictorian and salutatorians have collected their diplomas. That means wait until AFTER Ms. Trenton and Ms. Hsu have finished, before you bum rush the stage Mr. Aaronson. Getting your diploma one minute earlier won’t get you to your kegger any faster.”

Marie laughed quietly at the good-natured goof, as the phrase “you’ve all signed written consent forms” wandered through her mind, searching for something to connect to. Try as she might, between her nominal excitement at graduating and her sexual excitement at her once and future nudity, she cast it aside once ‘Pomp and Circumstance’ began to play.

It was only once the song finished and Ms. Zakrasek began to address the students and audience that her mind cracked the nut.

However, no photos or videos would be taken or shared without my consent.

Ice ran through her veins. She’d forgotten all about the forms she had signed weeks earlier. Did that count? Did the notebook make the distinction?