The Accidental Protester

Rooksmith College’s finest had all gathered inside the fieldhouse. The newest building’s main gym had been filled with chairs as the students all filled in with their caps and gowns taking their seats as family members, faculty, and fellow students gathered.

“Ugh can’t believe we’re not outside,” One student said.

“Too hot, besides this is state of the art, and it means we won’t have to see our basketball team play.”

“True, what are they 6-18?”

“Try 4-20,” Another student responded.

As the students congregated and waited in their polyester gowns, Dean Tarkin, the head of the college was smiling. It had been a rough few months for him after…the incident with Katz. He was the school’s fourth Dean since it’s founding in 1890 and his predecessors had managed to make the little college tucked away in the Colorado mountains one of the best smaller schools to get into across the country. With only five hundred students, graduating one hundred was an accomplishment, but still the Dean was nervous as people began taking their places.

“So Dean, when I read my speech can you make sure the band is playing March of the Valkeries so they can bask in my greatness,” Franklin Tov asked as he realigned his papers. It had only been forty-eight hours since he had found him, and not his ex-girlfriend would be made Rooksmith’s valedictorian. “Like I want them to know my accomplishments.”

“You’ll get the same music as everyone else Mister Tov,” Tarkin said as he rubbed the brow of his nose. He was already regretting his decision, but considering the actual valedictorian had finally been beaten by the bureaucracy he held to the highest standard, he was stuck with Mr. Franklin Tov, a man who couldn’t even beat a woman in a coding competition. “Besides, remember who gave you this opportunity.”

“Yes sir,” Franklin muttered as everyone finished gathering in the fieldhouse. This was supposed to be a time for celebration, but murmurs across the student body continued. It was supposed to be a graduating class of one-hundred, but only ninety-eight students were packed in.

“Katz here?”

“I think we’d notice if Liz was here.”

“True, did you see that last game?”

“Never seen a player get more dirty on a slide for her team.”

“Well you think it’s because of the fact she was-”

“No,” Sarah Diven, the captain of the softball team responded. “She’s always been that good. And should be here. Not fucking Tov.”

“Just long as we get out of here on time, I got a plane to catch.”

As the students talked Diven shook her head. She hadn’t noticed Liz before this year, and they had been on the team since their freshman year. She was a great fielder, but always blended in the background with her mousy looks. I mean her large glasses, dirty blonde hair, and usual look of a t-shirt and suspenders made her blend into crowds. But after what Tarkin and Tov had done to her, Sarah couldn’t help but admire one Elizabeth Katz. She just wished she was here to tell her that.

“Hello students,” Dean Tarkin’s voice boomed from over the speakers. “I’m glad to welcome the graduating class of 1986 here at Rooksmith College. It has been a journey being your guide and teaching you to your next steps.”

Charlie Kuzak slid next to Sarah, entering later as was the plan. Her jet black pixie cut and blue button down completed with a brown sports coat clashed against the rest of her peers. Compared to how Sarah’s blonde hair glistened with perfectly done nails and gown made Charlie feel more indecently dressed than her fellow classmates.

“Hey Sarah,” Charlie began. “I miss anything?”

“Just Tarkin droning on and on,” Sarah said. “Where have you been? After what happened at the last hearing I figured you’d have gotten out of dodge. Or to the farm.”

“And miss what’s going to be a very interesting graduation ceremony?” Charlie said with a smile. “Besides, my client specifically asked me for help.”

Sarah’s eyes went wide.

“You mean,” Sarah said.

“Yup. Want to be clear, she came up with this one all by herself. And that I have specific instructions on after it. She’d like you to meet us at O’Malley’s afterwards. Drinks on Ms. Caldwell’s tab,” Charlie said as he could hear Tarkin getting to introducing the valedictorian so they could speak. “I’ll explain later.”

“Got it,” Sarah said with a sigh of relief before turning back to the stage.

“And it is with my honor to introduce the Valedictorian for Rooksmith’s graduating class of 86’,” Tarkin said as he looked at the teleprompters, they paused for a minute as he looked to the AV club who had assured him installing a teleprompter wouldn’t be a problem, giving them a glare that would even pierce the devil. “They have struggle, they have learned, and they have excelled. The trials were hard and the victories so sweet. Please give a warm welcome to…Elizabeth Moira Katz?!”

“What!” Franklin responded as the crowd began murmuring. The school had grown to love and understand Liz through these past three months of her punishment, but none could have expected the sight of bare feet moving from the side of the stage and walking towards the podium.

Elizabeth Moira Katz walked onto the stage wearing nothing but a graduation cap and scarf, Every time she took a step the scarfed swayed, giving the entire student body a peak at her medium, rosy areolas and the large chestnut bush that had blocked most of the student body from seeing her protruding pussy lips.

But as she continued making it towards the podium, people drew more attention and whistled at the large and soft ass. A result of playing Softball, the one sport that offered times to snack as you waited for your next at bat. The way it moved with each step was mesmerizing, with several students in the front trying to count how many freckles dotted the landscape.

As she adjusted the microphone, she could see all the eyes on her, taking in what had been in various states of display this last semester. The crowd grew silent as she tapped on the microphone.

“Hello, is this thing on?” Liz joked as she looked out into the crowd. It was terrifying being up here, especially as she could feel the hole being burned into her bare back by Franklin and Tarkin’s stares. Liz was shaking a bit, her pale skin on display as she looked out into the crowd. Liz saw Charlie nod and mouth “you got this” and knew she was right. Tarkin and Tov would be taken care of shortly, but it required Liz to speak first.

“I was told I should be natural when giving this speech from a good friend of mine. I don’t think this what she meant by that,” Liz began. “I’ve worked hard these last four years to be up here, but these last three months have been the most trying of my life. And in losing everything, I found just what it meant to be the valedictorian for Rooksmith College, and I think I’d like to talk about that for a bit.”