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> Be Principal Celestia
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> You thought after the demon, the sirens, and the god-transfer-student, you were prepared for anything
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> You were wrong
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> "Good morning, Miss Celestia. Might I say your hair is looking quite lustrous today?"
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> You smile mildly at Anonymous F. Aggot, struggling to remain professionally distant
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"Thank you, a-"
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> You catch yourself
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"Mr. Aggot. Is there a particular reason why you are waiting outside my office?"
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> He gazes at you with a very earnest expression
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> "Yes, I was hoping to get your impressions on a club I want to set up. I know you are very busy, but it shouldn't take too much time."
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> Anonymous absently tugs at the hem of his shirt, pulling it taught across his lithe muscular torso
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> You tear your eyes away from the spectacle, focusing on unlocking your door
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"I suppose I can spare some time."
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> You glance to either side, the hallway is vacant except for the two of you
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> You open the door, holding it for him
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"Lords first."
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> He smiles at that, and slips into your office with a beguiling sway to his hips
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> You close the door behind you, feeling a little nervous at the prospect of being alone in a room with the nubile young man
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> You stride forcefully behind your desk and get settled, skimming a note you had left to yourself the day before, and moving some paperwork to the side
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> Only then did you meet his eyes again
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"Now, what is your idea for a club?"
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> He leans forward, elbows on his knees
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> The neckline of his unbuttoned polo shirt hangs loose, offering tantalizing glimpses of his pectoral muscles
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> "It's too easy nowadays to fall into unhealthy habits, be that eating, exercise, or what have you."
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> Anonymous clasps his hands together, the subtle chords in his forearms flexing
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> Your eyes jerk back to his earnest, impassioned face
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> You nod encouragingly, ignoring the bloom of heat in your stomach
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> "And while the physical education and health classes do teach good principles, they do too little to train good habits. What I propose is a life fitness club, with both a comprehensive curriculum and regular activities to cultivate a healthier lifestyle."
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> You lean back, considering the prospect
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"So, exercise, cooking, positive thinking, that sort of thing?"
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> He smiles
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> "Indeed. I was also thinking that there could be a sharing time, where we talk about what has been working for us. It'll help bring us all closer together."
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> What a typically boyish idea, but there is nothing wrong with it
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"It sounds like you have really thought this through. Do you have any prospective members, or do you need time to recruit?"
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> Anonymous pulls a paper from his backpack and sets it on your desk
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> "I believe the minimum requirement is five members, counting myself?"
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> You glance across the signatures
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> Rainbow Dash and Applejack, no surprise there
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> Big Mac, isn't he a senior?
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> The boy has some decent growth on him, you suppose he would be a good example for the group
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> Rarity, though, you have some suspicions about her motives
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> Well, it's not like you were completely innocent when you were their age
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> You set the paper aside and smile at the young man
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"Everything seems to be in order. We'll let you know by the end of the day what rooms and times are available after school. One last thing, do you have a club councilor in mind?"
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> Anonymous smiles shyly at you
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> "Honestly, I wish you could take that position. I've always admired how fit and toned your body is. I suppose I could ask coach Spitfire, but I know she has a lot of sports clubs to handle."
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> You are suddenly very aware of your body, and the way Anonymous' gaze is drifting
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> You lick your lips, crossing and uncrossing your legs under the desk
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"I'm afraid both she and I have little enough time for this sort of thing. Think about it, and I'll see if a faculty member will volunteer."
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> You stand up, your arm starting to swing forward for a handshake
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> In a fit of boyish whimsy, Anonymous stands and embraces you, his arms clasped behind your back, your now sensitive breasts pressed against the firm planes of his chest
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> "Thank you so much, Principal Celestia!"
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> You awkwardly pat him on the back, desperately hoping no one sees this compromising display
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"You are welcome, Anonymous."
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> He gives you a little squeeze, his warmth melting into yours for a brief moment
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> Then he pulls away, leaving you both warm and oddly cold, and unsteady
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> "Thank you once again for meeting with me. Have a nice day!"
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> You nod
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"It's no trouble. A good day to you too."
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> Anonymous grins and walks away, swaying a bit more noticeably than before
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> You sink into your chair, feeling loose and warm in all the right ways
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> No, you were not prepared for this
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> The afternoon sunlight drifts lazily through your office window, dust motes floating in its amber beams
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> The school is nice and quiet, once most of the students have left
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> You can feel yourself drowsing in your chair, the urge to take a nap rising
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> With a surge of will, you stand up and stride out of your office
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> You might as well check on the clubs, see how they are doing
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> The halls echo with the faint voices of students laughing and working
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> You smile at the sound, a reminder of why you come to work every day
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> One by one, you slip into classrooms and make small talk if the advisor isn't busy instructing
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> There are the occasional requisition forms and the like, and a proud demonstration or two
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> Inevitably, the physics club has fused with the paranormal club, and you sign off on their new charter
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> You pause outside the third floor music room
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> You see Anonymous worriedly checking his watch through the window in the door
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> He glances up and sags in relief
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> Before you can react, he opens the door and pulls you in
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> You find yourself facing nearly a dozen students, boys and girls
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> Anon beams at you
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> Too cute
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> "Thank goodness you're here, our guest speaker hasn't shown up, and we only have so much time for this part. Would you mind telling us about how you stay healthy?"
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> You shrug
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"There's not much to say. Eat slowly so you know when you're full, try to get all the food groups, things like that. Well, there is one thing. I like to take a walking break when I get too tired from working."
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> There is some polite applause, and you nod graciously
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> You move to leave, but Anon tugs on your sleeve
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> "Do you mind if I point some things out that you missed?"
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> You suddenly feel uneasy, but you aren't sure why
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> Still, what is the harm in staying just a little longer?
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"If you think it'll help, I don't mind."
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> Anonymous crouches down by your feet
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> A hand presses upward against the back of your knee and you stifle a squeak
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> Anonymous gestures towards your raised foot
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> "Note how she is wearing a short heeled shoe. When you are walking all day, it is important to have comfortable footwear with enough support."
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> He lowers your leg and stands up, startlingly close to you
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> He grasps your upper arm and turns you around
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"Mr. Aggot?"
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> You don't want to protest too much if he has a legitimate reason, however...
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> "Pardon me, Principal Celestia. Now girls, this is a good example of why high heels aren't essential for every outfit."
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> Rarity calls out,
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> "Nonsense Darling, the lift is essential for true fashion!"
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> You peer over your shoulder at the good natured laughter of the students
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> Perhaps this won't be too bad
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> Anonymous clears his throat
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> "In moderation, Rarity. Everyone, look at Miss Celestia's legs. Notice how the slight tension in her calf,"
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> Fingertips trail up your calf, leaving tingling in their wake even through your slacks
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> "and thigh muscles, and just the right amount of perk to the posterior."
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> You bolt away before his touch slides any higher
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> You scowl at the young man, your face flushed
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> Rarity wolf whistles and her neighbor elbows her
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"Mr. Aggot, that was quite inappropriate. I hope this sort of thing isn't the club's usual activities."
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> He raises his hands in surrender
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> "Sorry about that, I just got caught up in the moment. I assure you, this is a wholesome club, aside from Rarity."
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> "Please, I am the soul of propriety."
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> You frown at the assembled students
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"We shall see. I don't want to hear anymore of this sort of thing in the future, do I make myself clear?"
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> Anonymous bows his head contritely
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> "Yes ma'am."
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> You make eye contact with Mrs. Cake and jerk your head towards the door
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> She joins you out in the hallway
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"Does he usually do these sorts of hands on demonstrations?"
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> She smiles a little, before sobering up
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> "Not in this sense, no. Usually it's just cooking tutorials or modeling proper exercise posture and so on."
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> You sigh
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> You are beginning to have a suspicion, and you see Mrs. Cake shares it
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"Keep an eye on him anyways. Let me know if things get out of hand."
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> She nods, then pats you on the shoulder
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> "I'm sure it's just a harmless crush, it'll pass."
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"If only this sort of thing happened with men my age..."
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> The married woman chuckles
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> "I wasn't much younger than you when I got hitched. Give it time, you'll find someone."
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> You sigh once again
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"Perhaps. Well, until then I have my paperwork to keep me company, and I'll let you get back to the club."
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> She gives your shoulder a quick squeeze, then turns back to the classroom
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> You walk back to your office, trying to forget Anonymous' touch
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> Be Principal Celestia, who forgot her umbrella
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> The weather had been beautiful for most of the day, which made the afternoon rain a bit of a betrayal
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> You sigh, staring out from the entrance of Canterlot High
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> You can just see your car out in the parking lot, but it feels so far away
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> Bracing yourself, you push the door open and dash out into the rain
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> It's just as cold as you thought it would be
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> You're shivering in the car now, letting the heater work its magic
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> Once you can feel your extremities again, you pull out of the parking lot and cruise onto the mostly empty roads
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> Rain patters against your windshield, and you keep an eye out for deer
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> Goodness knows that's the last thing you need on a rain-slick road
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> You don't see any, but there is someone walking on the side of the street, huddled under a hoodie
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> From the backpack they are wearing, it's probably a student
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> A principal's job is never done, you suppose
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> You slow down beside the figure and roll down the passenger window
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"Do you need a ride? I'd rather not have one of my students catch a cold."
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> The kid turns to you, pulling back his hood slightly
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> Anonymous smiles in relief
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> "Oh yes, thank you, Principal Celestia."
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> Oh dear
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> He opens the door and clambers in, tucking his backpack between his legs
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> You try not to look at his buldge, prominently displayed in such a way
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> You roll the window up, and he quickly shucks off his soaked hoodie
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"Mr. Aggot!"
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> He just looks a little mystified as he pulls the seatbelt across a thin white T-shirt that clings to his every muscle
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> "Isn't that what you are supposed to do? Wet clothes only make it harder to warm up."
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> You gaze fixedly at the road as you put your foot on the gas pedal
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"That may be true, but you should be more modest, especially around women."
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> He pats you on the knee, the warmth of his hand awakening a different kind of warmth within you
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> Stars and void, you are getting hot and bothered from just this?
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> You have been single for too long
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> "It's alright, Principal Celestia. I trust you."
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> You glance at him, his earnest eyes, his warm smile, his damp hair
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> You snap your attention back to the road
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"Let's just get you home, alright? You'll have to tell me the way."
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> "Sounds good to me. Keep going straight, then turn right on South Street."
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> You keep the talking to a minimum on the way to his home, not wanting to encourage his crush
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> You pull into his driveway and come to a stop
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> He gathers up his things and smiles at you again
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> "Thanks for the lift, Ms. Celestia. See you at school."
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"I'm glad I could help. Do remember an umbrella next time, though."
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> He laughs at that, and gets out of your car
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> You wait for him to safely get inside, noticing that his parent's car isn't in the driveway
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> Anonymous tries to open the door to the house, but something seems to be wrong
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> Your heart sinks a little as he sheepishly approaches the passenger window
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> You roll it down, and he tentatively smiles
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> "I forgot my keys inside this morning, so I'll be locked out for a few more hours until Dad gets home."
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> He's already shivering, but trying to look brave
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> You should not be doing this
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> You really should not be doing this
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"How about you stay at my place until your father comes back from work?"
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> He sags with relief and gets in
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> "Thank you, Ms. Celestia. I wasn't looking forward to waiting outside until eight."
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> You back out of the driveway
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"Eight? Where does your father work?"
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> "At a survey center downtown. The only shift he could get started at noon."
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> You feel pretty good about yourself right now, you haven't glanced at his pectorals at all
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> And this is normal, teacher-student conversation
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"That's too bad. What do you usually do for dinner?"
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> "I make it, or eat some leftovers. Um, I can wait until dad gets back to eat, you don't have to worry about it."
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> You look at the clock
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> 5:28
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> Anonymous' stomach growls
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> You chuckle
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"Let's not add starvation to hypothermia. Don't worry, I may be a woman, but I know how to cook."
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> You drive home without incident, and open the door to your house
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> A gust of warm air billows around you
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> "Ohhh yeah, that feels good."
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> You really did not need to hear those noises from one of your male students
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> You stride inside, hanging up your blazer and dropping your purse on a nearby table
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> Anonymous follows soon after, taking in your living room
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> You are proud to note that it is completely clean, unlike a certain sister's house
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> "You have a beautiful home, Ms. Celestia."
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> You smile
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"Thank you, Mr. Aggot."
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> He shivers again
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> "Um, would it be alright if I take a shower? I really need to warm up, and these clothes aren't helping."
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> You choke, trying not to think lewd thoughts
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"Ah, of course. Down the hall, second door on the left."
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> He smiles gratefully at you
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> "I'll leave my clothes outside the door, so you can put them in the dryer. No peeking, alright?"
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> He winks at you and sashays towards the bathroom
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> You bite your lip, trying to ignore the growing heat of your womanhood
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> You need a distraction
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> Dinner! Yes, you need to make dinner!
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> You almost run to the kitchen and start pulling ingredients out of the cupboards and fridge, valiantly ignoring the fact that a nubile young man is getting naked in your house
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> "Alright, I'm done, you can put them in the dryer now."
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> Right, forgot about that
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> You feel unaccountably nervous, walking down that hallway
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> No reason for it, just gonna pick up some clothes, open the dryer, not think about naked boys
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> Damn it
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> Well, two out of three isn't bad
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> You pause, looking at the boy clothes in the dryer
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> You glance at the bathroom door, suddenly very aware of the hiss of water
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> You lick your lips and reach down into the machine
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> You pluck the boxers from Anon's clothes
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> So soft and silky, why are mens' clothes always more comfortable?
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> You feel like you are 13 again, looking at a Victor's Secret catalog
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> You rub your thighs together, an unconscious reaction to the blooming heat of your nethers
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> You really shouldn't be doing this
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> The boxers drop from your fingers, and you close the lid
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> A few button presses later, and you are in the kitchen, making chicken pot pie
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> It's good to be doing something, to let your arousal die down
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> You did say you can cook, after all
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> To be fair, almost everything in the recipe comes from a can, but a quick, warm dinner is best for days like today
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> You lay out the last of the biscuits on top of the soupy filling, and slide the whole pan into the oven
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> That leaves you with fifteen minutes to set the table you suppose
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> It's strange, setting another place at your lonely little dining room table
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> Abruptly, the sound of running water stops
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> A few seconds later, Anon walks into view wearing only a towel around his waist
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> Sweet Mother, that washboard, those perky pecs, those arms, unf
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> When you finally make eye contact, Anonymous is smirking
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> "If you are done checking me out, about how much longer until my clothes are dry?"
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> You cough, averting your eyes
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"Should be about ten more minutes. Mr. Aggot, would you please wear the bathrobe? It is not proper for a young man to show that much skin."
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> He grins
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> "Whatever you say, Ms. Celestia."
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> This boy is going to be the death of you, you know it
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> For all his whimsy, Anonymous is almost well behaved during dinner
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> Just the occasional moan of appreciation that borders on the risque
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> The conversation is pleasant, and he laughs at a few of your jokes
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> You knew when you got the job that you wouldn't meet a lot of single people your age
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> You had more or less resigned yourself to spinsterhood
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> Now, you find yourself keenly aware of how long it's been since a guy has shown interest
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> You glance at the clock, it reads 7:10
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> You find yourself a little glad Anon doesn't have to leave just yet
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> That's bad, right?
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> You shouldn't be thinking this way
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> You stand up, grabbing your plate and glass, bringing them to the sink
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> Hmm, you forgot about the other dishes
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> You set the hot water running and pour in some soap
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> Anon dutifully puts his dishes in, then stands beside you, ready and waiting
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"You know, you don't have to help with the dishes, you are a guest."
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> He smiles up at you
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> "But I want to help you. You've been very kind to me, it's the least I can do."
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> This kid
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> You sigh
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"Alright, suit yourself."
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> The two of you fall into a little domestic rhythm, washing rinsing and drying
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> It feels nice, his quiet warmth right beside you, your elbows occasionally touching
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> The dryer buzzes just as the last plate is put away
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"Alright, let's get your clothes."
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> Anon nods, happily following you to the machine
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> You open the door and pass them to him, trying to ignore the feeling you get when you handle his boxers again
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> "Thanks, Ms. Celestia."
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> He closes the bathroom door behind him and you can hear the rustle of cloth
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> You check your watch
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> 7:47
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> Anon opens the door, looking pretty comfy in his hoodie
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> He beams at you
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> "Ahhhh, this feels really good. I'm nice and warm all over."
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> You bet
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"Well, it's about time we got you home, we wouldn't want your father to worry about you."
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> He sighs
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> "All good things must end, I guess. Let me get my backpack, then."
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> You stride over to where you left your purse, and put on your jacket
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> The drive back is pretty quiet, with the rain little more than a drizzle pattering against the windshield
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> It seems Mr. Aggot Sr. Has returned, by the car parked in the open garage
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> Anon clears his throat as you pull into the driveway
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> "I had a lot of fun, Ms. Celestia. You have a great home."
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> You smile
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"Thank you, Anon. As good a guest as you are, let's not make a habit of getting caught in the rain, alright?"
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> He laughs
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> "Alright. See you tomorrow."
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"Until then."
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> He gets out of your car and jogs over to his door, giving you a wave before going inside
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> You wave back, a slight smile on your face
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> Boys are cute
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> Once he is safely inside the house, you back out and drive home
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> You stare at the towel and bathrobe
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> They are still a little damp, and smell slightly of boy
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> You need to wash them
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> You should just put them into the washing machine
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> The house is quiet, and your mind is filled with all the little suggestive movements Anon made
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> How firm his chest was
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> You are going to Tartarus for this
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> You scoop them up and bring them to your bedroom
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> You lay them on your bed, your heart beating fast at the thought of what you are going to do
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> You strip your clothes off quickly, nipples already hard and sensitive
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> You lay down on the towel, keenly aware of the damp places where it touched his body now touching yours
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> You drag the bathrobe over you, the soft fabric stimulating your almost painfully sensitive breasts
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> You bring the collar to your nose, inhaling his faint scent
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> Your other hand slides down your belly, to the heat of your loins
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> You writhe as your fingers tease at your lower lips, grazing your clit
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> You moan, imagining Anon naked and erect, sultry and sweet
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> You let go of the bathrobe collar, instead mashing it against your breasts, imagining two eager hands playing with your body
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> Your mind is in a feverish haze, your fingers dipping into your womanhood with increasing fervor
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> You imagine Anon on top of you, heavy, tender, firm, his cock sliding into your depths
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> This is so wrong
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> Your pussy clenches around your fingers
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> You moan, hips bucking
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> You squeeze your breast almost painfully, heat and pleasure building within you
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> You imagine Anon's sweet voice groaning in pleasure as he kisses your neck
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> You pump your fingers in and out of your pussy, only partly filling the hunger for his dick
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> Your breath hitches, and you imagine Anon thrusting, twitching inside you, unable to contain himself any longer
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> Your legs clamp around your hand as pleasure floods your mind and body
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> Your eyes roll back as the orgasm shakes you to your core, far more intensely than any you have had before
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> You collapse limply back into the bed, spent
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> As you stare the ceiling, you realize two things
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> You are going to a special circle of Tartarus
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> And you don't know how you are going to look Anon in the face tomorrow
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> Be Vice Principal Luna
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> It's pretty great being the Batwoman of the school, striking fear into the hearts of wrong-doers
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> You hear all the rumors through your contacts in the student body
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> They span a range of topics from the mundane "who likes who" to the more esoteric rumors about the true magical nature of the new student
-
344.
> You would be worried about how the students are viewing transfer students as likely villains, but they seem to enjoy being part of weird magical events
-
345.
> An acquired taste, you suppose
-
346.
> You have heard a rather amusing rumor that has you visiting your sister's sunny office
-
347.
> You find her frowning at her computer, no doubt sifting through the many e-mails that come her way
-
348.
> Not for the first time, you are glad you are only the vice-principal, and thus less a target for influence
-
349.
> Celly looks up as you enter, giving you a weak smile
-
350.
> "Volunteering to take over for me again?"
-
351.
> You shudder
-
352.
> You tried that once, and once was enough
-
353.
"I'm afraid not. I just thought I'd pass on some amusing bits of gossip."
-
354.
> She leans back in her chair, relaxing somewhat
-
355.
> "And what are the kids saying?"
-
356.
> You sit on the edge of her desk, a place she always keeps clear for you
-
357.
"They say Anonymous is actually an incubus, seducing the female student body with cooking and muscles. They expect a bid for world domination by the next dance."
-
358.
> That gets a chuckle out of her
-
359.
> "I would have thought they would be more creative than that. That was more or less Sunset Summer's plan."
-
360.
> You shrug
-
361.
"What's more interesting is that they think he isn't interested in any of the girls."
-
362.
> Celly raises an eyebrow
-
363.
> "They think he's gay?"
-
364.
"The think he has a thing for you, if you can believe it. Well, it wouldn't be the first time a boy was attracted to an older powerful woman."
-
365.
> She forces a laugh
-
366.
> "Haha, yes that is hard to believe."
-
367.
> ...
-
368.
> You raise an eyebrow at your sister
-
369.
"Is there something to this rumor after all?"
-
370.
> She buries her face in her hands
-
371.
> "He does like me."
-
372.
> Well
-
373.
"That sounds like a story. Should I be looking forward to a niece or nephew in the next nine months or so?"
-
374.
> Celly glares at you
-
375.
> "Give me some credit. It's entirely unrequited."
-
376.
> Something about the way she said it...
-
377.
> You hop off the desk and crouch by her, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder
-
378.
"It's okay to feel flattered by the attention of young men. Goodness knows I have a little fan club feeding my ego as well."
-
379.
> Your sister smiles wryly
-
380.
> "It's your own fault for playing the scary and stern older woman. But..."
-
381.
> She groans
-
382.
> "I can't believe I'm telling you this... did you ever masturbate while thinking about them?"
-
383.
> Oh
-
384.
> Well, truth be told
-
385.
"I've always wanted to be the center of a male gangbang, but it's easier to keep that kind of fantasy separate. Well, Anonymous is a senior, so you only have to wait about seven months before you can indulge in some nice young cock."
-
386.
> "Luna! Don't tell me you've really..."
-
387.
> You laugh
-
388.
"Not right after they graduate, but sometimes I meet one in a bar a couple years later."
-
389.
> Celly sighs in exasperation
-
390.
> "You really are such a man-eater. Meanwhile your poor sister is so loaded down with paperwork and board meetings that she can't even go to a bar in the evenings."
-
391.
> You scoff
-
392.
"More like if you do get drunk, you turn into an embarrassing lecher of a woman. Didn't you grope the bartender's pec's last time you went out?"
-
393.
> She groans, covering her face again
-
394.
> "Don't remind me. I'm just glad he didn't press charges."
-
395.
> What was it you were talking about?
-
396.
> Oh yes
-
397.
"Going back, it's fine if you fantasize about the students. Just keep it separate from reality."
-
398.
> Celly rests her hands in her lap and gives you a little smile
-
399.
> "Thanks, Sis."
-
400.
"Anytime. Well, I better get back to scaring the students and giving the unsuspecting masochists awkward boners."
-
401.
> Your sister laughs, shaking her head
-
402.
> "Pervert. At least do some real work while you're here."
-
403.
> You give her a salute and waltz out of the office, having done your duty as younger sister
-
404.
> Now to be the vice-principal this school needs, if not the one it deserves
-
405.
-
406.
> Be Principal Celestia
-
407.
> The past few months have been relatively peaceful, and easy on your conscience
-
408.
> You only masturbated while fantasizing about Anon around once per week, the guilt in your heart lessening each time
-
409.
> The young man himself has been rather busy with schoolwork as well as the increased membership of his club
-
410.
> Meanwhile, the school is gearing up for this year's Fall Formal, this time with a noticeable lack of jewelry of any kind
-
411.
> You don't even have to worry about the siren girls, they seem pretty happy with their paid internship with your old novelist friend
-
412.
> All in all, things are going well
-
413.
> You open the door to your office to make the usual rounds, only to find a familiar face waiting for you
-
414.
> Anon grins sheepishly
-
415.
> You are at once slightly warmer and anxious
-
416.
"Mr. Aggot, how are you doing? I trust the club is going well."
-
417.
> He nods happily
-
418.
> "Quite well, on both counts. Big Mac is a great vice-president, I'm lucky to have him in the club. But I was hoping you could help with something else..."
-
419.
> You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow
-
420.
"And that would be?"
-
421.
> His face turns red and he looks at the floor
-
422.
> "Could you teach me how to dance?"
-
423.
> What
-
424.
"I find it hard to believe you can't find a better teacher."
-
425.
> He rubs his neck and sighs
-
426.
> "There were a lot of volunteers, but... I don't like the way the girls look at me. Like I'm just some piece of meat."
-
427.
> Ah
-
428.
> What do you even say to that?
-
429.
"Surely one of the teachers..."
-
430.
> He gazes at you with pleading eyes
-
431.
> "Please, Ms. Celestia. You're the only one I can trust."
-
432.
> Hnnngggg
-
433.
> That is unfair, boys this cute do not exist
-
434.
"Alright, I'll teach you. Come back here once your club is over, alright?"
-
435.
> He beams at you
-
436.
> "Yes ma'am! Thank you so much!"
-
437.
> He runs off down the hallway, his rump pert and
-
438.
> Look away, Celly, look away
-
439.
-
440.
> The car ride home reminds you too much of the last time, even without Anon being soaking wet
-
441.
> It makes you irritated at yourself that you still feel flustered after months of getting used to being attracted to Anon
-
442.
> He doesn't even have to do anything, just sit in the passenger seat, legs splayed just enough to hint at something in the crotch of his pants
-
443.
> You fix your eyes back on the road, trying not to remember the times you fantasized about this very situation going rather differently
-
444.
> Luna is full of crap, you have decided
-
445.
> Keep it separate from reality, fine, but what do you do when reality makes it happen?
-
446.
> Anon coughs
-
447.
> "If you don't want to, you don't have to. I mean, it's not the end of the world if I don't know how to dance."
-
448.
> What is this boy talking about?
-
449.
"It's fine, I'll just push more work onto Luna. Executive privilege, eh?"
-
450.
> He smiles a little at that
-
451.
> "It is convenient. I was just worried because you looked stressed out about something just now."
-
452.
> It's so nice to have a sweet, attentive boy worried about you
-
453.
> You smile, platonic affection welling up in your chest
-
454.
"You're a good kid, Anonymous. Don't worry about it, I'm fine."
-
455.
> He gazes at your face for an extra second, trying to gauge how much he should really worry
-
456.
> Too cute
-
457.
> "Okay, but let me know if there is anything I can do for you. It's the least I can do."
-
458.
> ...
-
459.
> He really shouldn't have said "anything"
-
460.
> Oh good, there's your driveway
-
461.
-
462.
> While Anonymous hangs up his coat in the closet, you look among your music collection
-
463.
> You suppose having so many CD's is a bit outdated nowadays, but you have a lot of fond memories tied to them
-
464.
> Now, where is some good music to dance to?
-
465.
> You browse down the shelves, leaning down to read the album names of the lower cases
-
466.
> Ah, here we go
-
467.
> You pick out Stunt, by the Bare Naked Lords
-
468.
> You turn and catch Anon staring at
-
469.
> Your ass?
-
470.
> No, that can't be right
-
471.
> Then you glance down at his crotch, and helloooo there big guy
-
472.
> Anon follows your gaze, then scrambles for one of the throw cushions on the couch
-
473.
> ...
-
474.
> You look over your shoulder at your butt
-
475.
> It's not that great, is it?
-
476.
> Anon is staring fixedly at the floor, his face utterly red
-
477.
> "I'm sorry, I just couldn't look away. Wait- I mean-"
-
478.
> You laugh, honestly relieved not to be the one flustered and overly aroused
-
479.
"It's fine, you're a growing young man. Why don't you go to the bathroom and take care of it, and I'll get things set up."
-
480.
> Your heart warms at your triumph
-
481.
> You are a professional, responsible adult, not taking advantage of a young, impressionable man
-
482.
> He nods mutely and flees your gaze
-
483.
> Wait
-
484.
> He's going to be masturbating in your bathroom
-
485.
> ...
-
486.
> You want to listen
-
487.
> You quickly put the CD in the player and cue up the first song you want to work with
-
488.
> Then you silently creep up to your bathroom door, ears straining to hear his cute little grunts
-
489.
> You lick your lips as you hear the desperate sounds of Anon's hand working his manhood
-
490.
> Your fingers twitch, longing to tend to your rising arousal
-
491.
> Wait no, you shouldn't be doing this
-
492.
> Just because he got a boner doesn't mean you can-
-
493.
> Anon groans, and all other sound abruptly stops
-
494.
> You bite your lip, your thighs pressed firmly together
-
495.
> You stealthily return to the living room as you hear the faucet turn on
-
496.
> You have a few precious moments to get yourself back under control, to focus on what you really should be doing
-
497.
> When Anon does return, you give him your best, professional smile
-
498.
"All better?"
-
499.
> He nods meekly, still visibly flustered
-
500.
> You could just eat him u-
-
501.
> Focus, Celly
-
502.
> You beckon him over
-
503.
"We'll start with the waltz. Your left hand goes here,"
-
504.
> You clasp his hand in you right, extending out to the side
-
505.
> "And your right goes behind my back like so."
-
506.
> You grab his other hand and place it on the lower part of your shoulder blade
-
507.
> It is at that point that you notice the precise difference in height between you and him
-
508.
> His head is just a few inches lower than your chin, which is to say the perfect height to rest on your pillowy slopes
-
509.
> Speaking of which, the girls are taking up most of the space between you and Anon
-
510.
> The poor boy is blushing and looking away
-
511.
> Why does this feel good?
-
512.
> You kinda want to fluster him some more
-
513.
> It's not everyday that an attractive guy is visibly affected by your sex appeal
-
514.
> "Um, Ms. Celestia? What do we do next?"
-
515.
> Oh, right
-
516.
"Staring with the downbeat, step to the side and..."
-
517.
> As you lead him through the steps, he tries to look at his feet
-
518.
> Unfortunately for him, your chest is sort of in the way
-
519.
> As a result, he hasn't stopped blushing
-
520.
> And you think you get it now
-
521.
> When he was just oblivious to his own appeal, or earnestly and innocently admiring you, you felt like a dirty old woman
-
522.
> But now that he is embarrassed and aroused, it's easier to resist the urge to do this and that to him
-
523.
> You bring him around for a turn, and he stumbles
-
524.
> Anon's full weight crashes into you, knocking you on your back
-
525.
> You hiss in pain as your head collides with the thankfully carpeted floor
-
526.
> You look down at your chest, where Anon's head is nestled
-
527.
"Well, at least your head was cushioned."
-
528.
> He jerks up, blushing furiously
-
529.
> "S-sorry! I just tripped and, uh,"
-
530.
> He tries to get up, but he stops short
-
531.
> "Could you let go of my hands?"
-
532.
> Hm?
-
533.
> Oh
-
534.
> You should probably do that sometime soon
-
535.
> There is something poking at your thigh though, and you are suddenly feeling very warm
-
536.
> Anon licks his lips, anxiously searching your eyes for... something
-
537.
> "Ms. Celestia?"
-
538.
> You let go of his hand, then lean slightly to release the other one pinned under your back
-
539.
> He scrambles back, his legs drawn up to hide his erection
-
540.
> Cute
-
541.
"Sorry about that, got distracted. Are you okay?"
-
542.
> You prop yourself up on your hands and smile
-
543.
> He looks down at his lap, frowning
-
544.
> Damn, have you been handling this wrong?
-
545.
> "I guess you already know, but I sort of lied before. It's not because I didn't trust anybody, I asked you because..."
-
546.
> He gives you a tentative smile
-
547.
> "I love you, Celestia."
-
548.
> Oh, you precious little child
-
549.
> "And I can't stand deceiving you when you've been nothing but helpful to me. Can you forgive me?"
-
550.
> You stand up slowly, rubbing where your head hit the floor
-
551.
> What are you supposed to do with earnest, besotted boys?
-
552.
> You sigh
-
553.
"Anonymous, I am well aware of your affection, you weren't that sneaky."
-
554.
> He nods
-
555.
"But you have to understand, I am a grown woman, and you are still a minor. No matter how much I do like you, it'd be a crime if we acted on it. Get back to me after you graduate, and then we can talk on more equal footing."
-
556.
> Your blue-beaned clit is disagreeing with you, but that's part of being an adult too
-
557.
> Anon slowly stands up, the light of hope glistening in his eyes
-
558.
> "So, when I graduate, we can start dating?"
-
559.
> You really shouldn't lead him on
-
560.
> He's too young, too nice, too pure
-
561.
"Yes."
-
562.
> You win this time, clit
-
563.
> He beams at you, rushing in for a hug
-
564.
> You gingerly return the hug, resisting the urge to push his head into your cleavage
-
565.
> Why does he have to make things so hard?
-
566.
> Especially your nipples?
-
567.
> After a long moment, he draws back, wearing a goofy grin
-
568.
> Boys are just too cute
-
569.
"So, do you still want to learn how to dance?"
-
570.
> He nods eagerly, then pauses
-
571.
> "Should I go to the bathroom to take care of my, uh, reaction?"
-
572.
> You eye his bulge
-
573.
> Yeah, that could be distracting
-
574.
"That would be a good idea. Dancing is hard enough with two legs, let alone three."
-
575.
> He blushes, his smile trembling with happiness
-
576.
> Anon takes a deep breath
-
577.
> "D-do you want to w-watch?"
-
578.
> Your womanhood convulses at the thought
-
579.
> Which is probably a good indicator
-
580.
"Don't tempt me, Anonymous. I want to stay out of jail."
-
581.
> He grins
-
582.
> "So you are tempted~"
-
583.
> You scowl at him
-
584.
"If you don't behave, I won't meet with you again."
-
585.
> He sobers at that
-
586.
> "Sorry, Ms. Celestia. I'll be more careful."
-
587.
> You sigh
-
588.
"Please do. Now go and masturbate like a good boy."
-
589.
> "I'll be thinking of you."
-
590.
> Then he runs away, the scamp
-
591.
> ...
-
592.
> Likewise, Anon, likewise
-
593.
-
594.
> After a few more hours of dancing instruction, you drive him home
-
595.
> He gets out of the car, hesitating with the door open
-
596.
> "Could I get a goodbye kiss?"
-
597.
> You shake your head, exasperated
-
598.
"No kissing, no funny business until after you graduate. Got it?"
-
599.
> He nods firmly
-
600.
> "Yes ma'am!"
-
601.
> Anon salutes, then marches to his house
-
602.
> At the door, he turns and waves shyly before disappearing inside
-
603.
> Hnnngggg
-
604.
> You sit there, parked in the Aggot family driveway
-
605.
> Without a doubt, you are a terrible, dirty old woman
-
606.
> ...
-
607.
> You are going to schlick so much when you get home
-
608.
-
609.
-
610.
> Be Principal Celestia chaperoning the Fall Formal in a fairly plain white dress
-
611.
> It always makes you feel old, watching these teenagers dance to songs you haven't heard of
-
612.
> This year is a bit different, though
-
613.
> You glare at Rarity as she flounces around Anon
-
614.
> Girls these days are so shameless, and the boys don't seem to mind
-
615.
> You know your parents said that the new dances of your time were too lewd, and now you suspect they had a point
-
616.
> Still, unless groping or worse happens, you'll hold back
-
617.
> The song ends, and Rarity moves on after whispering in his ear
-
618.
> Almost immediately, Octavia pounces on Anon for the slow song
-
619.
> She at least knows how to dance, and they form a rather elegant pair on the dance floor
-
620.
> You feel rather proud of how well he's dancing, after all that practice
-
621.
> So why are you still irritated?
-
622.
> You refill your cup from the punch bowl, and down half of it before the taste registers
-
623.
> Damn it, someone spiked the punch while you were distracted
-
624.
> You flag down Luna while making sure no one else goes for a refill
-
625.
> "Trouble, sister?"
-
626.
> You grimace
-
627.
"Just some youthful high spirits, as it were. I just need you to keep an eye out while I replace the punch."
-
628.
> She nods, and you go get the little cart
-
629.
-
630.
> The outcome of the vote isn't all that surprising
-
631.
> You open the envelope
-
632.
"The Fall Formal President is...Sunset Shimmer!"
-
633.
> The girl is all smiles as she makes her way up, her cheeks fetchingly rosy from all the attention
-
634.
"And the Fall Formal First Lord is... Anonymous Aggot! Please give a round of applause to the executive couple!"
-
635.
> Smile, Celly, it'll be over soon enough
-
636.
> Anon comes to stand by Sunset, the boy seemingly oblivious to the jealous stares sent Sunset's way
-
637.
> After the clapping dies down, you grip the sides of the podium, bracing yourself for what comes next
-
638.
"Thank you, my little students. It's been a long and delightful night, but all good things must come to an end. Please join the presidential couple in one last dance."
-
639.
> Sunset eagerly leads Anon by the hand down to the dance floor, while Ms. Scratch cues up the final.song
-
640.
> In the crowd, you see many couples shyly coming together, while lone individuals turn from painful scenes
-
641.
> It is a bittersweet sight, one you would usually appreciate...
-
642.
> Except Sunset is pressing herself up against Anon for all she's worth
-
643.
> Thankfully the stage lights are turned off
-
644.
> You can scowl in relative obscurity, without fear of a student catching your expression and misunderstanding
-
645.
> This isn't like you
-
646.
> You're usually much calmer
-
647.
> You're going to blame this little mood swing on the spiked punch, that's clearly the only reasonable explanation
-
648.
> Sunset drapes her arms across Anon's shoulders, her eyes half-lidded and smouldering
-
649.
> Don't fall for it, Anon, it's a trick!
-
650.
> She just wants in your pants, nothing else!
-
651.
> You aren't sure what Anon says, but it gives the girl pause
-
652.
> Sunset tilts her head and says something
-
653.
> Anon shakes his head
-
654.
> Sunset sags a bit, then draws back to a more appropriate distance, a bittersweet smile on her face
-
655.
> Anon, you are such a good boy
-
656.
> You relax, glad to see one of your male students stand up for himself
-
657.
> The songs comes to an end, and Sunset gives Anon a little curtsy before joining the gaggle of her friends
-
658.
> Well, at least she's a good sport about it
-
659.
> Anon turns to you, swimming against the tide of exiting students
-
660.
> You meet him down on the floor
-
661.
"Congratulations, I wasn't aware you were actively campaigning."
-
662.
> He blushes
-
663.
> "I wasn't, to be honest. Say, could we have one last dance? Not here but, well, you're the only one here that I really wanted to dance with."
-
664.
> Flatterer
-
665.
> Still, your cheeks are rather warm when you respond
-
666.
> Must be the punch
-
667.
"Where did you have in mind?"
-
668.
> He grins
-
669.
> "Well, I'm always going to your house, how about we go to mine this time?"
-
670.
> You raise an eyebrow
-
671.
> Seems harmless enough, you suppose
-
672.
"I imagine your father wants to see the results of your practice. Very well, let's go."
-
673.
> Anon beams at you, seizing your hand and almost dragging you away
-
674.
-
675.
> When you pull into his driveway, you notice his father's car isn't there
-
676.
"Anonymous, is your father working this late? It's practically ten o'clock!"
-
677.
> Anon fingers the cuff of his suit jacket
-
678.
> "He was promoted, so he's at a training conference in the next state over."
-
679.
> You turn off the car, trying to think and not to think
-
680.
> You have a feeling about what Anon is after
-
681.
> It's strange that such a good, wholesome boy is interested in an old Bachelorette like yourself
-
682.
> Maybe it's because he doesn't have a strong mother figure
-
683.
> Maybe it's because he is attracted to authority
-
684.
> Anon puts his hand on yours, whispering,
-
685.
> "You don't have to if you don't want to."
-
686.
> There ought to be a limit to how much a boy can pluck at your heartstrings
-
687.
> With a decisiveness you don't quite feel, you open the door and get out of the car
-
688.
"I've come this far. Shall we go in?"
-
689.
-
690.
> It's a modest home, not that much different from your own
-
691.
> Maybe a little better perfumed, and showing signs of two inhabitants rather than one
-
692.
> Anon flips the light switches as he goes, beckoning you onward
-
693.
> As you follow him upstairs, you find your heart beating more quickly
-
694.
> You're also a little out of breath, and you resolve to add stairs to your workout routine
-
695.
> At last, he leads you into a neat little bedroom, with all the usual suspects
-
696.
> A teddy bear, a teddy shark, and a teddy alligator stand watch on top of a dresser
-
697.
> The walls are sparsely decorated with posters of shirtless women, most of which you recognize as the main characters of various action movies
-
698.
> A pair of dumbbells lay neatly in a corner, and a decent stereo player occupies a small desk
-
699.
> He presses play, a slow waltz filling the small room
-
700.
> Anon twirls around, arms wide, innocently smiling
-
701.
> "Are you ready?"
-
702.
> Who knows
-
703.
"Yes."
-
704.
> You come together as you had so many times this month, wondering at his firmness and warmth, a perfect counterpoint to your supple strength and hungry touch
-
705.
> He gazes up at you as you lead him through the initial motions
-
706.
> Such trust and affection in that gaze
-
707.
> Are you really worthy of that trust?
-
708.
> Well, it's not as though you are deceiving him
-
709.
> You're just... hiding some impure thoughts, that's all
-
710.
> The two of you turn, navigating the borders of the bedroom
-
711.
> Anon sighs happily
-
712.
> "Dancing with you is the best."
-
713.
> You feel his hand squeeze your own
-
714.
"Even better than with Octavia?"
-
715.
> It's partly a tease, partly...
-
716.
> Jealous, that's what you were feeling
-
717.
> Even though you really shouldn't be feeling possessive about Anon, he isn't for you to date
-
718.
> He grins
-
719.
> "She was good, but you're much better."
-
720.
> Damn it, why does that warm your heart?
-
721.
> Are you really this easily swayed?
-
722.
> ...
-
723.
> Yes
-
724.
> In all too little time, the song ends, leaving you standing there with a young boy in your hands
-
725.
> You let go, but instead of pulling away, Anon wraps you in a big hug, his arms tight around you
-
726.
> Your loins surge with heat as he presses his lithe body to yours, your breasts pleasantly wedged against the upper part of his pectorals
-
727.
> Tentatively, you return the hug, lightly stroking his back
-
728.
> The two of you stand there, drawing comfort from one another for several minutes
-
729.
> Anon's head rests near your heart, his slow breathing somehow calming
-
730.
> At last, he loosens his embrace and looks up at you
-
731.
> Your heart quickens at his timid expression
-
732.
> "Can you do one last thing for me?"
-
733.
> The house is silent, except for the beating of your heart
-
734.
"What would that be?"
-
735.
> He blushes
-
736.
> "Kiss me."
-
737.
> Oh no
-
738.
> At once, you are fully aware of how warm it is in here, of the heat of his skin, of the restless need in your womanhood
-
739.
> You should say no
-
740.
> You lean down
-
741.
> You should kiss him on the forehead, that would be the safest way to do this
-
742.
> His lips are soft against yours, parting slightly
-
743.
> Your hands cup his head, gently turning it as you deepen the kiss
-
744.
> He latches onto your shoulders, his tongue plunging into your mouth, earnestly exploring, tasting
-
745.
> Your skin tingles as you push back, writhing and sliding against his tongue, savoring his sweetness
-
746.
> He moans, his hands restlessly kneading at your shoulders
-
747.
> You instinctively press him back against the bed, then guiding him down onto it
-
748.
> At last, you break the kiss, staring down at his flustered face
-
749.
> Anon is breathing heavily, but his eyes are alight with joy
-
750.
> "More!"
-
751.
> There is no turning back now
-
752.
> You lower yourself onto his body, savoring the way he presses against your curves
-
753.
> Even as you ravage his mouth with your tongue, you can feel a certain prodding of tantalizing heat press against your thigh
-
754.
> You hum in pleasure, your hand roughly yanking his tie loose from his neck
-
755.
> Unbidden, he begins unbuttoning his shirt
-
756.
> You pull back, straddling his legs
-
757.
> He lies beneath you, his shirt open, revealing the smooth firm muscles of his chest
-
758.
> In the heat of the moment, you shuck off your dress, revealing your white bra and panties
-
759.
> Anon gazes at you in wonder
-
760.
> "Beautiful."
-
761.
> You smile
-
762.
"You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself."
-
763.
> He blushes, sitting up
-
764.
> His fingers are light as they trace across the sensitive skin of your breasts
-
765.
> You shudder under his touch, your panties becoming noticably damp
-
766.
> Gently, slowly, he explores your chest, tracing your sides, stroking your back
-
767.
> You knead at his biceps, marveling at how thick and strong they are
-
768.
> Then his hands find the clasp, and your bra loosens
-
769.
> You shrug it off, anxious to see Anon's reaction
-
770.
> He does not disappoint, his wondering gaze fixed upon your hardened nipples, his head drawing closer
-
771.
> As his hot breath washes over your skin, you almost feel dizzy from the stimulation
-
772.
> He gently cups your left breast, your nipple lightly pinched between his fingers
-
773.
> You gasp in pleasure, instinctively clutching at his head, his silky hair soft beneath your fingers as you pull him toward you
-
774.
> Anon kisses your other breast, his tongue playfully flicking at your nipple
-
775.
> Your back arches, instinctively trying to press harder against these pleasurable sensations
-
776.
> His hand slowly clenches, fingers plunging into your soft flesh
-
777.
> Enough is enough
-
778.
> If this continues much longer, you'll cum before he does, and that is unacceptable
-
779.
> You push him down, regretting the absence of his touch only slightly
-
780.
> You kneel beside his legs, unfastening his pants
-
781.
> As you tug them off, you contemplate his black boxers
-
782.
> Should you draw this out?
-
783.
> No
-
784.
> You seize at the waistband and pull
-
785.
> A monolith of an erection rises in the air
-
786.
> You stroke it lightly, impressed
-
787.
"That's some monster you got there, Anon. How many women have been slain by it?"
-
788.
> Anon smiles
-
789.
> "You'll be the first."
-
790.
> Hot damn
-
791.
> You shimmy out of your panties, breathing heavily at the thought of what's to come
-
792.
> You straddle his waist, your glistening womanhood hovering above his pristine cock
-
793.
> His smile may be mild, but you can see how nervous he is in the way his fingers are snarled in the sheets
-
794.
> You lean forward, hands braced above his shoulders
-
795.
> You dip down to kiss him, sweet and chaste on the lips
-
796.
> Your nipples drag against his chest
-
797.
> His hips buck, the head just brushing your pussy
-
798.
"Trust me."
-
799.
> You lower your hips gently, one hand grasping his firm manhood, guiding it
-
800.
> Anon gasps as the tip penetrates your folds
-
801.
> You shudder as you spear yourself on his cock, letting out a long, slow breath
-
802.
> Anon arches his back, his hips pressing hard against your own
-
803.
> He groans, clutching and grabbing at you, scrabbling at your back, mashing your breasts
-
804.
> You kiss his forehead, finding sweet amusement at being so chaste with his top half while you slowly grind against his hilted dick
-
805.
> Finally, he can stand no more, and seizes your hips in his hands
-
806.
> He pushes you up a little, only to start thrusting into you with wild abandon
-
807.
> You moan, your hips moving on their own as you pump up down his member
-
808.
> He gazes up at you with lust-addled eyes, his mouth parted open and moist
-
809.
> You respond to the feverish heat in your gut and plunder his mouth once more, even as he ravages your pussy
-
810.
> His arms wrap around you, crushing you against his chest
-
811.
> You melt against him, tingling and hot and out of breath
-
812.
> All the while, his strokes only get stronger and faster, sending waves upon waves of pleasure through your system
-
813.
> You clutch at his hair, whimpering into his mouth
-
814.
> He just holds you tighter, as if he will never let you go
-
815.
> All at once, he stops, his hips surging and bucking against you as he hits his orgasm
-
816.
> You feel a glow of pride and pleasure as he twitches and shoots inside you, filling you with his warmth
-
817.
> You did it, he came before you
-
818.
> Then, as his dick begins to slide out, you go over the edge
-
819.
> Your pelvis slams against his, jerking and grinding as your pussy convulses around his incandescent length
-
820.
> Your mind goes blank as you are drowned in waves of bliss
-
821.
> When you can finally think again, you find yourself collapsed against his chest, wrapped in his warm embrace
-
822.
> Anon gently strokes your hair
-
823.
> "That was amazing."
-
824.
> You nuzzle against his neck
-
825.
"Yeah, it was."
-
826.
> Slowly, he softens inside you, but you find yourself unwilling to remove the connection
-
827.
> Wait
-
828.
> You groan
-
829.
"We didn't use protection. I may get pregnant from this."
-
830.
> Which wouldn't be much of a problem for you, you can afford it
-
831.
> But is Anon ready to be a father?
-
832.
> He laughs
-
833.
> "That's fine, I was already intending to marry you."
-
834.
> You prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at Anon
-
835.
> He smiles, then darts up to kiss your nose
-
836.
> You start at the sudden motion, then start giggling
-
837.
"You are an impossible young man. What did an old woman like me do to deserve you?"
-
838.
> He squeezes you gently, kissing your lips
-
839.
> "You are beautiful, kind, and patient. Someone was bound to love you, I'm just glad it was me."
-
840.
> You sigh, melting against him once more
-
841.
"Me too."
-
842.
-
843.
> Be Celestia, waking up on the Saturday morning after
-
844.
> You stare at an unfamiliar ceiling, patiently waiting for your brain to reboot and provide some answers
-
845.
> Beside you, you hear the blanket rustle
-
846.
> An arm flops onto your chest, a warm hand reflexively honking your boob
-
847.
> Your morning dew goes from spritzer damp to waterslide
-
848.
> Why are you so easy?
-
849.
> Fighting down your arousal, you slowly turn your head to find Anon's beatific sleeping face
-
850.
> Oh yeah, that happened
-
851.
> You stew in your shame and arousal, suddenly too hot under the blanket
-
852.
> What were you thinking?
-
853.
> Sure, Anon is a kind, earnest boy with an amazing body, and your vag is still tingling from last night...
-
854.
> Okay, you are not thinking clearly here
-
855.
> You slip out from under the covers, specifically not thinking of giving Anon Jr. a warm wake up kiss with your cave of wonders
-
856.
> ...
-
857.
> Anon doesn't stir
-
858.
> Right
-
859.
> Clothes
-
860.
> He said his dad was on a training retreat or whatever, right?
-
861.
> You eye your bra, discarded on the floor
-
862.
> Yeah, no, the girls are free right now, and you like it that way
-
863.
> You pull on your panties and consider your dress
-
864.
> You could wear it again, but right now you want to be comfortable, not formal
-
865.
> You root around his closet until you find a nice long sleeved forest green sweater
-
866.
> It's pretty soft, as you put it on, and the fuzz tickles pleasantly at your nipples
-
867.
> You tug it down, somewhat surprised it covers most of the curve of your ass
-
868.
> You know most of your height is legs, but Anon is shorter than you, is his torso really longer?
-
869.
> You glance at the bed, where the lithe form of Anon lies tangles in the blanket
-
870.
> Something to find out later
-
871.
> You check the clock
-
872.
> 8:05 AM
-
873.
> You do feel rather rested
-
874.
> Your stomach chooses this point to growl
-
875.
> Right, breakfast
-
876.
> You wander downstairs, finding the kitchen
-
877.
> It's pretty small, and a few minutes search nets you a little frying pan
-
878.
> Eggs sound good, boys like eggs, right?
-
879.
> You can almost imagine your sister's voice "Yeah they do~"
-
880.
> If only your pervert of a sister could see you now
-
881.
> Actually, no, that would be terrible
-
882.
> You put some bread in the toaster and turn on the stove top
-
883.
> As the first fried egg begins to cook, you wonder if the smell will wake Anon up
-
884.
> The domesticity of it all warms your heart
-
885.
> Then the door opens
-
886.
> "Jiunior! I have returned!"
-
887.
> That's the worst Shanon Connery impression you have ever heard
-
888.
> More importantly, that is Mr. Aggot
-
889.
> You want to hide, but the egg needs to be flipped soon
-
890.
> M-maybe you can bribe him with eggs...
-
891.
> Luna leers in your head, "Mmm yeah, bribe him with your eggs."
-
892.
> Damn it, she's making you into a pervert too
-
893.
> Meanwhile, Mr. Aggot pauses at the entrance to the kitchen, halfway out of his coat
-
894.
> Oh, that's where Anom gets his figure
-
895.
"Good morning, Mr. Aggot. Would you like a fried egg?"
-
896.
> You flip it, letting it sizzle on the pan
-
897.
> He licks his lips
-
898.
> "You're the woman Anon was talking about?"
-
899.
> Oh mercy, what has the boy been saying?
-
900.
> Are you going to lose your job over this?
-
901.
"I assume so. I am the one teaching him to dance."
-
902.
> He slumps his shoulders
-
903.
> "I thought so, but a man can dream, right? Is he blackmailing you?"
-
904.
> You casually tug the hem of the sweater lower, covering the bottom of your panties
-
905.
> Time for damage control
-
906.
"No, far from it. Things just got out of hand, I never intended to take advantage of your son, I-"
-
907.
> Anon scrambles down the stairs, clad only in his black boxers
-
908.
> You do not need this kind of distraction
-
909.
> "Dad! I thought you'd be gone until Monday!"
-
910.
> Mr. Aggot smirks
-
911.
> "I can see that. Why don't you introduce me to your girlfriend?"
-
912.
> Anon steps up beside you and wraps an arm possessively around your waist
-
913.
> "Dad, this is Principal Celestia. Celestia, this is Anonymous Sr. Fontleroy Aggot."
-
914.
"Nice to meet you."
-
915.
> He nods
-
916.
> "You too."
-
917.
> An awkward silence descends, and you try to tug your sweater down further
-
918.
> Mr. Aggot steps forward, grabbing Anon's shoulder, tears in his eyes
-
919.
> "Are you the shota?"
-
920.
> Wait, you know that from the niponography Luna sends you
-
921.
> Anon smiles back, eyes shimmering with pride
-
922.
> "I am."
-
923.
> Mr. Aggot crushes his son in a hug
-
924.
> "I am so, so proud of you, son."
-
925.
> "Thanks, Dad, it's everything you said it would be."
-
926.
> Are they talking about straight shota?
-
927.
> You think you are probably better off not knowing
-
928.
> Abruptly, Anon Sr. pulls back
-
929.
> "Well, I better let you two lovebirds have your weekend. I'll just stay with one of the ladies from the office."
-
930.
> You watch the man leave, not sure what to think, let alone say
-
931.
> Anon turns to you
-
932.
> "Yeah, dad's pretty great. By the way, I like the sweater, looks good on you."
-
933.
> ...
-
934.
"Thanks."
-
935.
> Then he grabs your ass
-
936.
> Two can play at that game
-
937.
-
938.
> Be Mr. Aggot
-
939.
> As great as it was to act like a huge slut in this crazy world where men are the fairer gender, that changed when you had your son
-
940.
> You actually had to get a stable job and get responsible
-
941.
> It was a long road, and goodness knows being a guy made a lot of things easier, but it still fills you with pride to see how well your son has grown up
-
942.
> You had been worried about him during high school, he never seemed to show an interest in any of the girls he knew
-
943.
> You had thought he, you know, had shit taste
-
944.
> But no, he was actually a patrician, bagging a stunning milf after months of seduction
-
945.
> You may have to step up your game
-
946.
> ...
-
947.
> Maybe she has a sister?
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