Taking a drink of your coffee and looking around the office, you notice something strange as you look at the clock on the wall near Celestia’s office door.
It’s two hours away from when class starts, but both Luna and Celestia have yet to arrive. As usual, you got here early in case any of the teachers needed anything. Normally Luna and Celestia arrive with you a few minutes off, but they’re a whole hour late to their normal schedule now. To be fair, you aren’t exactly a morning person either, but it’s something you do for the job.
As you go for another sip, you hear a door open and close near the entrance. Turning to face the door, you watch as a slouched-over and dreary Luna shuffles in from the door. Her eyes are half-shut and she has an almost pained expression on her face.
“Morning Luna. Where’s your sister?” you ask her cheerily.
“She’s sick. Had to take care of her all night long,” she grumbles at you before slumping down into a nearby chair.
“Sorry to hear that. You sure you should come in?” you ask her, looking at her disheveled clothing. You watch her while you wait for a response as she starts to curl up on the waiting couch. “Luna?" you ask again, this time a little louder.
She lifts her head, showing that she’d forgotten to put makeup on her face, not that she wore a lot to begin with as she has a sort of natural beauty to her, but you can still tell. “Someone has to come in and Lazy Butt was still sick,” she slurs out sleepily before dropping her head down again.
You smile at her nickname for Celestia and move towards where she’s near the wall. Closing the curtains, the room dims as the light from the hallway is obscured. “You really shouldn’t be laying down on that couch, you know how many sick kids do,” you tell her as you kneel beside it.
Luna rolls onto her side so that you can see the apathetic look in her eyes. “But it’s so soft…” she whines sleepily before falling back asleep.
You sigh and look down before shaking her shoulder to wake her up again. “Come on Luna, at least fall asleep in your office,” you tell her as you stand up.
She grumbles but eventually lifts herself up into a seated position before letting her head lower once more. “I haven’t slept in over a day,” she says while twitching her eyes a little.
With the amount of strain she had on them, you’re surprised they aren’t bloodshot. Luna’s eyes are wide from stress, showing off their deep blue beauty. Though you’ve never really thought about dating either of the principals, you have caught yourself staring a couple times.
Holding out a hand, you help Luna up while she grumbles out what you think might be protests. “Alright, let’s just set you down in your chair and hopefully you can get some rest,” you tell Luna as you walk her into her office.
Opening the door, you have to wait a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the dim light. Luna, unlike her sister, prefers to keep the curtains drawn and the lights down in her office. You haven’t bothered to ask, but you’re hopeful that it will help Luna get some sleep.
Moving around her desk, you guide her into her chair, which she slumps into quickly. “Do you need anything?” you ask her, leaning down to her eye level.
“No, but thank you. I’ll just catch a quick nap and be back to normal in no time,” she assures you with a relaxed voice.
Looking around her room, you wonder if you should try to give Luna her mail or just get back to her when she wakes up. Deciding that she’ll probably just discard it right now, you choose to wait.
You leave the office and close the door slowly behind you before going back to the coffee maker. Celestia doesn’t seem to like coffee, but because Luna does there’s a small machine hidden away in a back room. Good thing too, as you decide that you can use another cup yourself.
You start the coffee maker, trying to stay quiet so as not to wake Luna up. Waiting near the coffee maker you start to daydream, listening to the buzz of the fluorescent lights. Slowly, your eyes start to blink wearily as your own fatigue starts to show. You thankfully realize this and shake your head to wake yourself back up just as you hear an odd noise.
It sounds like a wounded animal whining and it’s coming from down the hall. Hoping it’ll help wake you up, it becomes apparent what the sound is as you locate the source of the noise. Luna’s moaning out your name in a very slow and quiet way.
Thinking she must be asleep, you start to move back to the back room when you hear something else. You can’t make out what it is from the hall, so you press your ear against her door. The cool wood makes you recoil at first, but you eventually settle back in and quiet your breath.
“I want you...” Luna moans in her office. Blinking a few times, you almost lose focus but press your ear against the door harder. This time, you had to listen through the pulsing of blood rushing in your ear. “Please…” she whines between heartbeats.
The pounding in your ear starts to speed up but your hands feel cold. You stand up away from the door and look down at the door knob with wide eyes. Besides your own breathing and heartbeat, the only thing you could hear is the soft bubble of the coffee pot.
Reaching out and touching the handle, you realize that your hands are sweating. Taking a deep breath, you open the door slowly and lean your head inside the blackness. From her desk, you can make out the whites of Luna’s eyes as she turns her head up to you.
“I can’t sleep, can you get me some of that coffee?” Luna asks you groggily.
“What? But you were...I heard you calling out for me,” you manage to say, trying to make sense of everything.
“Yeah, I wanted you to get me coffee. I heard you making some and now I can’t sleep, it’s this headache I’ve got,” she tells you. She rubs her head lazily with one arm to show where it must hurt as you stare for a moment.
“Right away,” you say curtly before closing the door.
As soon as you hear the door click shut, you turn around and let out quick, steaming breaths. Rubbing the bridge of your nose, your eyes twitch as you try to collect yourself again and regain your composure.
Hearing a beep, you remember the coffee pot and move over to fix a cup for each of you. As you pour the steaming drinks you tell yourself not to get your hopes up. Still, now that the picture was in your head, you can’t help but keep seeing it.
Luna sitting at her desk in the dimly lit room, moaning out your name... The sharp sting of burning coffee on your finger wakes you up from your fantasy.
Luckily it isn’t too bad of a burn, so you clean up the small spill and pick the cups up. Carrying them back to Luna’s office you try to steady yourself so she doesn’t realize your mistake. Holding the two cups in one hand as well as some cream and sugar packets you open the door to find her looking up at you with weary eyes. “You sure you should be drinking this? You look like you could use some rest,” you say, your worrying side overcoming the fearful one.
“I’m fine, can’t sleep anyway. Guess I just need to wake up,” Luna says, clearly trying to seem lucid.
“Well, is there anything I could do to help?” you ask as you set her cup down on her desk.
“Maybe some creamer or something. Got time to sit for a while?” she asks as she pulls the cup towards herself.
You sit down yourself and watch her carefully as you take a drink of your coffee. She moves to take a drink of hers, but her hands are too tired to hold it right so some spills on her chest. Pulling back, she yelps slightly at the sudden sting which you had felt earlier. “Oh damn it, well, good thing this is just an old one,” she comments, bordering on alertness from the shock.
“Here, let me help with that,” you say and stand up to get some tissues from a nearby cabinet. Moving back over to her, you take out some tissues and hand them to her.
As you do, you can’t help but look at the simple blue dress she’s wearing with the odd moon symbol on its collar, finding it a little weird that both she and her sister have such an affinity for the celestial symbols that match their names. Looking further down you can make out that her dress stops somewhere around her pale knees. In her lightheaded state she seems to have forgotten that her legs are uncrossed.
Actively ignoring it, you feel her pluck the tissues from your hand before she starts wiping at her chest. “This is going to be a pain to clean…” she mutters to herself.
You move back to your seat and take another sip as Luna looks back to you. “Sorry for doing this to you, but can you maybe turn the lights up? I might fall asleep with them this low,” she asks, gesturing to a nearby dimmer switch.
“Sure thing,” you respond while standing back up.
Moving to the switch you slowly raise the light in the room, revealing the true color of the walls. Luna always prefers the lights dimmed, so you haven’t seen it, but the walls are a muted blue color, a little lighter than her dress. There are other things that are revealed as the room lights up, but for now you return your attention to Luna as she takes a drink of coffee.
“Thanks. Man, is it bright in here…” she comments as you take your seat again. The buzz of the fluorescent lighting is now the only noise in the room along with the sound of both of you drinking. Both of you continue in this near-silence before Luna groans and puts her cup down again.
“I swear if she gave me her cold…” she grumbles to herself as she rubs her arms. She hugs herself once she’s done, lingering there for a second as she squeezes her eyes shut from some internal chill.
Daring to glance down, you see her modest chest be lifted up by her crossed arms. The dress is tight on her, most likely one from a while ago, but that wasn’t a bad thing. If you had to guess, she's on the smaller end of the breast size scale, probably a C cup at best. Suddenly, they drop downward and bounce a little as they do. Shooting your eyes back up to Luna’s, you thankfully manage to look away from her chest before she notices you.
Luna looks off to the wall and seems distracted by something. “Anything wrong?" you ask her.
“Hmm? No, I’m fine,” she responds as she breaks out of her stare. She looks around before returning her gaze to you and starts tapping her fingers on her desk. “Say, what do you know that wakes people up?” she asks you.
“Well, exercise or coffee usually gets me up,” you respond after a few seconds.
“Well I’ve had coffee and I’m too tired for exercise,” she replies, slightly agitated. She looks around the room again before she starts leaning back and forth in her chair like a kid. You smile at the cute gesture, which she stops upon noticing you doing so. “What?” she asks you.
“Nothing, you were just rocking in your chair,” you say, deciding to leave out the part about your superior being “cute.”
“Ugh, my head and my neck are killing me. Do you know how long it took to do the housework yesterday?” she asks you rhetorically.
“No, how long?” you respond, playing along.
“Three hours. Sister could barely move that big butt of hers,” she says before taking another drink. You laugh a bit about the comment on Celestia, having never heard Luna talk so informally. “Sorry if I’m being crass today, I’m just stressed out is all,” she says while rubbing her neck.
“It’s alright,” you tell her as you watch the shifting looks of irritation and pain on her face. She rubs her neck muscles in the same spot before giving up and letting her hand smack to the desk with a soft sound and a sigh of disappointment. “I don’t want to be unprofessional, but I went to a chiropractic class in college, maybe I could give your shoulders a rub?” you offer her.
Looking you up and down, she seems to internally question whether or not you have an ulterior motive. “Alright, fine,” she says before slouching.
Setting your cup down on the desk, you stand and move behind her. Luckily, her chair is not a high back so you can reach her shoulders easily. Her neck is small compared to your hands, which comes as no surprise as she is fairly slender, even for a woman.
Placing your hands on her neck muscles, you can feel her jump at the touch before relaxing. “Just be gentle, I’d like to be able to move my neck after this,” she jokes with a hint of nervousness.
“Don’t worry, I will. So, how’s your sister doing now?” you ask her, trying to relax her.
“Well, she’s still sick. Recovering though,” she says as her body starts to loosen up.
Her head drops down and she lets out a moan. As she does this, you see her fingers flex out a bit before relaxing. She shifts a little in her seat as her arms find a new spot to rest before stopping.
You freeze up for a second but continue rubbing her neck as you look down at her. Once again you can’t help but remember earlier when she was moaning as well. It’s becoming difficult to not get hard as you think about it, but shaking your head, you try to get rid of the thoughts that might get you fired.
Her skin is warm from the kneading of your fingers, so you move down her back. She leans forward as you do so, clearly lost in your touch. “So, you feel better yet?” you ask her as your hands start to go south.
“Y-yeah,” she lets out in an oddly breathless manner before clearing her throat. “I mean, yeah. Hey...do you mind if I ask you something?” Luna asks you while fidgeting a little. She looks to be waking up, at least temporarily.
“Go ahead,” you respond, not sure what she’d ask.
“Do you... like Celestia?” she asks timidly.
Luna isn’t really a shy girl exactly, though she rarely talks to others. Whenever someone needs something it’s given to Celestia herself and only to Luna if Celestia is busy. You originally thought it was Celestia being a control freak, but you start to see other things as well. For instance, Luna will dim the lights in her room or not make eye contact with you. She’s almost rude, but you can’t blame her with a sister as vibrant as Celestia always outshining her.
When you first started working here, you’d wanted to date Celestia; Celestia isn’t just vibrant in personality, her whole body is positively covered in activity and attraction. Her bust is far larger than Luna’s for one thing, being near a DD cup from your guess. She also has a large ass that seems to match her perfectly. Altogether she is larger build than her sister, being a few inches taller than her as well. “Well, she’s nice and fun, but I don’t like her in a relationship way,” you respond.
All the things from earlier must’ve been messing with your head because you can swear this is going somewhere. Luna’s more or less reclusive, though you don’t think that in a mean way. “Well, why not?” she asks you.
You pause in your message for a second and blink your eyes a few times before you respond. “I don’t know, I guess she’s just not my type?” you respond naturally.
She goes quiet again and the buzz of the lights makes you start to drift when Luna speaks up again. “Well, what is your type? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking,” she asks quietly. As she does, she hides her hands inside of her lap before resting her head on her desk. Her face turns to the right so that you can partially see her face as you lean down to massage her lower back.
“Well, I guess I like small girls,” you tell her innocently.
“What’s that mean?” she asks a little indignantly before blushing. You look away from her face, which she must think you’re already doing and clear your throat, feeling a tremendous amount of tension building in the muscles in her lower back.
“I mean girls that are...petite?” you try to clear up. Luna looks down in silence and you find yourself trying to figure out if she’s mad or not.
“I see…” she says quietly.
You shake your head a few times and move up, gently massaging the side of her ribs. The thin dress easily flows beneath your fingers, being made of some blended cloth. Both of you go silent again, but this time you can see that Luna’s looking worried about something.
“Why are you asking? If you don’t mind.”
Her body stiffens a little at the question, prompting you to stop until she relaxes. “N-no reason. Just curious,” she dismisses with a clearly noticeable blush.
Deciding not to pry, you continue massaging up her ribs while watching her face with brief glances. While she isn’t as sunny as her sister, she’s certainly a lot paler than her.
Her small nose keeps twitching and her mouth opens and closes as if she’s about to speak. Above the hum of the lights, you can make out the soft squeak of her fingers clenching and unclenching on the desk. “Actually...can I ask you something else?” Luna finally asks you.
“Of course,” you tell her as your hands move back towards her spine.
“How... how long have we know each other?” she asks with an embarrassed tone.
“Oh, a couple years now, I think. Why?” you respond, unsure of what she wants to know.
“I just want to know. And since we’ve known each other for so long, I was hoping that I could be a bit more... candid with you,” she says with slight hesitation.
“Of course. Is there something you wanted to ask me?” you answer, hoping she doesn’t have a complaint of some kind.
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but...do you like...me?” she asks with a gulp at each pause. You look around the room yourself, not sure how you should respond.
“Well, of course I like you,” you say, deciding not to elaborate if you can help it. Looking down at her face, you see her drop her eyes down and you can tell she looks hurt.
“Not as much as Celestia though, right?” Luna asks quietly.
“What?” you ask her.
“It’s fine. Everyone likes her more,” Luna says as her eyes start to become watery. During the time you’ve worked with Luna she’s warmed up to you, but never once has she seemed as fragile as she does here.
She hasn’t really made any indication that she’s attracted to you. “I don’t like her more than you,” you tell her.
“It’s her chest isn’t it? Everybody always loved her big, stupid breasts,” Luna says with pain in her voice, clearly ignoring your previous statement.
“What?” you ask as you pull your hands off of her.
“I’ve seen you glancing at her. Her and that big butt always gets everyone's attention,” Luna says as she flops back against her chair.
“I have no idea what you’re--” you try to say as you move around the desk.
“She always steals the cute guys. What about me?” she asks you pleadingly.
“What about you?” you ask, darting your eyes around the room. Luna’s lips tremble as she looks up at you with weary puppy dog eyes. You get down on a knee near her chair and place a hand on her shoulder.
“Sorry, it’s just that…” she starts as she wipes an eye. Handing her a tissue, you start to rub her shoulder and make sense of what’s happening.
“It’s alright,” you assure her.
“I’m fine, I’m just a bit tired, that’s all,” she tells you with a clearly fake smile.
“Are you sure? That wasn’t really a sleepiness thing,” you ask her, leaning towards her.
“I just...nobody likes to be around me if Celestia’s there,” Luna says while looking down. You decide to wait until she continues as a small pause follows where she stares down at the seat of her chair. “All the guys go after her because she’s all huge. Nobody goes after flat-chested me when there’s her around,” she says defeatedly.
“That’s not true,” you tell her.
“Really?” she asks expectantly as she reaches for a tissue.
“Well, I mean, I like you,” you tell her with a soft smile.
Her face drops and her arms cross under her breasts, lifting them up. “But you’d rather go for Celestia, right?” Luna asks with her lips trembling again.
“No, not necessarily,” you say while rubbing the back of your neck. Luna acting the way she is is off-putting enough, though you realize that even if the mood was more positive, it still feels weird telling one of your bosses this. “I mean, I like you. More than Celestia,” you elaborate.
“You mean it? You’re not just pitying me or something are you?” she asks while straightening up.
“Of course I do, who wouldn’t?” you ask her, trying to cheer her up.
She looks around nervously and fiddles with the hem of her short dress a bit. Before you can react, she throws her arms around your neck and pulls you into a hug. Due to the fact you’re kneeling down this motion pulls your head between her breasts, still covered with the scent of coffee that spilled on them earlier. “Oh thank you! I like you, too!” she says, seemingly forgetting her previous sadness and tiredness.
You pull yourself out for air and she looks at you happily with a large smile. “Sorry, I’ve just never had anyone tell me that before,” she says while rubbing her arm.
“It’s fine, just give me a little warning next time,” you joke as you stand up.
Luna stands up as well but quickly finds that she doesn’t know what to do. “What do we do now?” she asks you.
“Well, whatever you want to do, I guess,” you tell her with a shrug. The whole idea still seems off to you, but getting to be with Luna is a fair enough justification, particularly having her be as cheerful as she presently is.
Luna bites her lip in thought for a moment, looking around the room. Suddenly stopping, she looks to you and puts her hands on the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss. At first, you don’t know what to do, but you eventually wrap your arms around her waist and pull her close.
In your head, you know that this is a poor idea if anyone, Celestia specifically, found out. But feeling Luna’s body press against yours and her lips on yours makes that voice in your head shut up quickly.
Slowly, she pulls away and hugs against you tightly, which you return. The two of you stay like that for a few seconds while you both think of what to do next. Luna seems to take the initiative and moves away from you as she starts to clear things from one side of her desk.
She sits down on it and waves you over. Once there, you lean down to share another kiss, the smell of the coffee no longer filling the room as the cups have cooled off. Pulling away again, you can hear her panting as her hands move across your stomach. “Do you maybe want to try something?” she asks you.
Not sure what she means you look at her eyes and watch them dart from your eyes to your hands. “Oh, uh, sure,” you say as you understand what she wants.
Moving a hand up her side, you feel her shudder with excitement as you reach her chest. She looks down insecurely as you move a hand underneath one of her breasts and cup it gently. Finally feeling it, the soft breast is easier to manipulate than you had expected it to be. “I, uh, forgot to put my bra on…” she says timidly.
Freezing for a moment, you blink before chuckling, causing her to look up. As she does, you kiss her again and start to grope her slowly, feeling out the breast beneath the fabric. Your other hand goes around her back as her hands start to move towards your lower waist. Reaching the top of her dress, you tug lightly at it to see how she reacts to it. “Oh, um, do you want me to lower it?” she asks uncertainly.
“Well I could just do it. Unless of course you don’t want me too,” you tell her.
“No, no, g-go ahead,” she says, trying to sound confident. Accepting the go-ahead, you continue to pull down the dress which slides down her slender shoulders with ease. She works her arms through the openings before resting them on your back as you continue to pull the dress down.
Giving it one slow tug, you free her chest from the confines of her dress. Though her bust seems small from afar, this close they’re more than enough to hold onto despite their small size.
Feeling the bare flesh, it’s warmer than the dress had made it out to be. Luna runs her hands underneath your shirt and feels her way along your back. You run your arm behind her back and pull her waist closer to you, feeling her bare breasts press against you.
Feeling that familiar pressure is building in your jeans, you can’t help but adjust your hips. She takes notice and you can see her eyes go wide as a blush comes to her face and her hands press into your back. “I-is that what I think it is?” she says while looking down at your groin.
“Yeah, probably,” you say while mentally berating yourself for adding that last part.
Her hands move from your back to right in front of the bulge in your jeans when she stops. “Do I...I mean, am I supposed to...?” she looks up to you expecting an answer.
“Whatever you’re comfortable with, I guess,” you tell her. You adjust your grip on her breast, starting to massage her nipple with your thumb.
Over the soft noise of the lights, you can hear her let out a quiet breath and swallow hard. She reaches forward and pulls down the zipper of your pants slowly and moves her other hand to help unbutton them. Once that’s done, your pants start to slack and fall to the ground which you help by moving your hips and legs. Her lips tighten in anticipation as she places a single soft hand on the bulge beneath your underwear.
For a few seconds she holds her hand on your shaft before tracing it back to your balls, eliciting a small moan from you. She retracts her hand, looking back to you and giggling awkwardly at your reaction. “Sorry, I’ve never seen one in real life…” she says before tossing her eyes back down to it.
You take the hand that’s against her back away and put it onto her right thigh. As soon as you do she looks at it briefly before gazing back at your still-covered shaft. She bites her lip as a blush grows on her face and looks up to you as she starts to rub the back of her head. “C-can I take these off?” she asks, pointing a slim finger to your underwear.
“Sure, if you want to,” you say, still trying to go her pace.
A smile grows on her now rose-colored face as her hands dig under the elastic of your underwear. Pulling down, you can feel as your member pulls down before springing back up, eager to be free from the fabric prison. At first she recoils from its sudden motion, but then pushes at the tip with a single finger.
At the same time, your own hand slides to the bottom of her dress before sliding beneath it and going up again. You reach her hips, still feeling nothing but her bare skin, showing that Luna has also forgotten her panties. She looks back up to you before giggling again at the embarrassing revelation. “I was really busy this morning, got kind of loopy,” she says.
You’re about to assure her that it’s fine, but then something hits you and you stop yourself. “Say, weren’t you almost passing out earlier?” you ask her skeptically. She freezes with her hand now wrapped around your shaft.
“See, the thing about that is…” she responds suspiciously. Giving up, her hand falls off of your length and she clasps her hands together. “Celestia did keep me up last night, but not all that much,” she admits.
You pull away slightly, but still stay close as you feel too far in too care. “How long did she really keep you up?” you ask.
Luna swings her feet innocently as she mumbles something under her breath. Raising your eyebrows she sighs and looks up to you with those big puppy dog eyes again. “About an hour or so…” she admits again.
“So you were only a little tired?” you ask her.
“Yes... I was just going to see if I could have you do stuff for me, I didn’t expect you to be so nice and personal about it,” she admits looking back down.
“Well, at least you admitted it,” you say, removing your hand from her chest and scratching your head. Both of you go quiet for a moment as she waits for you to say something.
“So, does this mean you want to stop?” she asks quietly.
“Well...you didn’t lie about anything else, right?” you ask her, dropping your hand to your side.
“No, I didn’t,” she assures you.
“Well, then it’s still both of us doing this because we like each other. I guess it doesn’t matter how it started,” you think out loud.
“Really? I mean, I was thinking the same thing,” she says, darting her eyes back to your groin.
“Alright then. So, what do you want to do now?” you ask, letting her get back into the groove again.
She looks to the door before moving side to side, rolling up the bottom of her dress as she does. “How about this?” she says, trying to sound seductive.
Both of you return to your original positions, with her hand on your groin and yours on her hip and breast. Free to move around now, you slide your hand over to her crotch until your thumb feels her slit. Luna spreads her legs as soon as you reach it, evidently eager for you to do what you will.
You rub down to the base of her pussy with your thumb, tracing its lips slowly and eliciting a low moan from her. Her hand starts to stroke your length as her other hand fondles your balls. Each small jerk is enough to make your breathing speed up in turn.
Suddenly, Luna places the right side of her face on your chest, letting the heat from her ear bleed to you. Her long hair makes soft bristles against your skin as she presses lightly against you. “Hold on, I want to try something,” you tell her, starting to feel yourself getting close to finishing early.
She pulls away and you get down on your knees again, this time getting near her crotch. Placing your head between her legs and lifting her left leg with your hand, you hear her lean back onto her elbows.
Moving in, the scent of her pussy drives you towards it like a siren’s call. Eventually, you get close enough to where your breath is tickling her clit, making her shudder. She places one hand on the back of your head and you cover it with your own hand before looking up at her, finding she likes the feeling as she smiles down at you.
You stick your tongue out and make it as flat as possible before placing it at the base of her slit and dragging it upwards. Luna lets out a loud moan before covering her mouth, having shocked herself with her own reaction. Pulling back you do it again, this time faster, repeating this several times. Eventually the shock wears away and you can see her small body writhe on the desk in bliss.
Her fingers tug at your hair and her panting starts to increase, signaling that she’s close. Rather than let up, you place the hand from under her leg on top and start massaging her clit. She shakes from the dual pleasure of your thumb and your tongue. You stop suddenly as you look up at her with a smirk, making her pause with sweat on her beet-red cheeks before giving her clit a single, deliberate flick with your tongue.
This sends her over the edge and she shakes her legs as the orgasm takes her over. You keep your tongue rigidly in place and grip her legs tightly. Her vagina restricts tightly over it and you can feel her writhe against your hands. A small squeak can be heard as she pushes herself up and back down again on the desk sporadically. As she finishes shaking her legs, a soft trickle of her orgasmic juices comes out of her pussy. After a few moments, she collapses on the desk, panting while you stand up and place a hand on her thigh. “That was...amazing…” she lets out with a vacant smile on her face.
As she recovers, you gently turn her over and pull her closer the edge of the desk so that her ass almost hangs in the air. You place your shaft on the outside of her pussy and grind it against her lips, coating it with the juices of her orgasm. The grinding elicits moans of impatience and makes her rub her legs against your side, enticing you to hurry.
Pulling out, you prod the tip into her, watching her as she squeezes her breast and balls her other hand into a fist. Moving a hand of your own up to her other breast, you press inside of her, feeling the tightness of her pussy squeeze against your shaft. Her chest quickly rises and falls as she starts to get heated again just from your entry. Wasting no time, you push in as far as you comfortably can.
Each inch is a wave of pleasure across your body as her pussy squeezes to halt it every so often, yet is wet enough for it to be easy. Her hair forms a starry curtain behind her as it splays out from across her sweat-dotted back and over the desk. Deciding that you’re far enough in, you pull out and start back in again, faster this time around.
After shifting her position and yours, turning her back over so you can see her face, you find yourself pounding against her upturned legs as her feet cross around your back. You hold one hand onto her left thigh to keep them steady and to make sure they don't fall as you thrust your hips. With each slap against her ass, her hair shimmers slightly, changing the pattern of stars temporarily. She tosses her now-red and sweat-laden head side to side on the wooden desk as it creaks and squeaks from the force of your movements.
The hand she’s using to grope her breast is now pinching its nipple between its delicate fingers. The scent of her pussy once again reaches your nostrils and the sweet taste of her returns to your lips. Sweat starts to form across your body as you continue pounding against her, ignoring the time and enjoying the moment with her.
Luna starts to shake again already and you feel her legs pull you close, as if to keep you there. As you start to reach the peak of your speed you can feel a burn rise in your legs from the strain of action. Just before you reach a climax yourself, you feel Luna reach hers, once again, before you.
Her thin legs squeeze on your shoulders, making you lean forward slightly as she can barely contain a scream of pleasure. Feeling this, you continue to thrust once she loosens the death grip with her legs, but she waves you to stop. "I’m not... not on the pill..." she gets out with large gulps of breath.
You pull out instinctively, but a sudden feeling of disappointment comes over you until you see Luna sit up. “Just give me...just give me a second,” she says before clearing her throat and regaining her breath, lifting herself into a sitting position on the edge of the desk. “Let me finish that,” she says as she gets onto her knees in front of you.
Turning and moving towards her eagerly, she grips your shaft once again and holds it up while also holding your balls. “How did this thing fit in me…” she comments with a tiny amount of awe.
She looks up to you with those large blue eyes before moving them back down to your shaft. Moving in, she sticks out her tongue and shocks you by first licking your balls with quick flicks of her tongue. Not wanting to ignore your throbbing length, she strokes your shaft at a healthy starting speed, trying to mimic your thrusting one.
Using her own juices as lube, she strokes you while massaging and licking your sack. Eventually she stops stroking and brings her tongue up from your balls and licks slowly to the top. Once there, she licks off the small droplet mixture of your precum and hers.
You let out a groan and she looks up at you with wide eyes, suddenly remembering the world around her. She stares up with wide eyes as a trail of saliva and precum marks her otherwise unmarred face. Wiping away the mark, she begins to suck on the head of your shaft, all the while keeping up that enchanting stare. You feel yourself get lost in her beautiful eyes as she bobs up and down on your tip before closing her eyes tight. Trying to prove herself, she slides down your length as far as she can before opening her eyes again, sending a good few inches of you inside of her. This sight alone sends you over the edge and you reflexively hold her over your shaft as your orgasm overtakes you, trying your hardest not to hurt her with the pressure being applied to the back of her head and neck by your hands.
A blast of cum shoots to the back of her throat, yet she holds firm as it settles in her mouth. The second and third volleys fare the same, but you manage to let her off for the last shots which fall across her face and chest. Luna smiles as she rolls the cum around her mouth, savoring your flavor for a moment.
She stands up and swallows down your loads with a sad look. Looking down at her chest, she wipes up what she can from her breasts and face before pushing them to her mouth. Your excited look makes her blush as she puts her dress back into its regular manner. “I-I’ve never tasted... that... before,” she says with embarrassment and giddiness. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” she says, looking down at the ground.
A few seconds of silence pass as the passion of the moment leaves the two of you. Now that both of you are settled, it strikes you that what you’ve just done might cost you your job. If it was anyone else, a teacher or something, it would be awkward, but you had sex with with one of your bosses.
“Well, that was great but…” you drift off, not wanting to state the obvious.
“But what happens now?” she finishes the question for you as she turns away.
You pull your pants back up and rub the back of your head, hoping the nervous gesture will help you in some way. “Yeah. Do we keep this a secret or...?” you ask her, unfamiliar with what to do in this situation.
“No, I don’t think we need to,” Luna says confidently but looks to the ground out of worry. You place a comforting hand on her shoulder and she moves in to hug you. “I didn’t mean to make you do this, I should’ve just kept it to myself, me and my stupid insecurities,” she says, angry at herself. Luna’s eyes leave watery markings on your shirt through to your chest and you pat her on the back to comfort her.
“No, it’s alright. We’re just two people who like each other, right?” you ask her.
“Right. But I’m not sure if Celestia will let you stay here,” she says dreadfully.
“Listen, if it were anyone else I’d say yes, but Celestia wouldn’t fire me for being with you. At least, not the Celestia I know,” you tell her.
“I know she’s normally nice, but this is...I don’t know,” she says fearfully.
“Listen, it’ll be alright, okay?” you tell her.
She pulls away and looks up at you with a small smile returning to her face. “Thank you, you’re right,” she says with hope and moves back to her desk.
You move over to the chair opposite of her and help her move things back to their normal place on the desk. Both of you take drinks of your cups of coffee, which are now cool at best, and look to the clock. You still have an hour and fifteen minutes before class starts on account of you coming in early. So long as no one comes in absurdly early, both of you are--
“Luna? I came to set up a...ahchoo!” Celestia’s voice rings out in the empty office. Both of you look to one another with frozen looks of fear and go deathly silent. “Gah, damn cold. I came to set up a line to check my messages,” Celestia calls out. You can hear her sniffling as she goes into her own office.
For a moment you calm down as you hear her start to leave, until you hear a knock on the door. “Luna? You in here?” Celestia asks as she opens the door.
“H-Hello, sister,” Luna responds nervously.
“Oh, why didn’t you hear me calling out? Oh, hello there,” Celestia finishes as she notices you.
“Good morning Celestia. We were just--” you try to explain.
“Coffee,” Luna says with a large, fake smile as she holds up a cup.
“Yes, coffee,” you repeat and hold up your own.
“Oh, well, good morning. My sinuses have been clearing up since this morning,” she says while rubbing her nose.
“Glad to hear it,” Luna responds before looking at you. Celestia sniffs a few times as she had when she enters the office and gets a confused look on her face.
“What’s wrong?” you ask her.
“Weird, I could swear that it smells like--” she starts before looking at both of you and then smiling as she focuses on Luna.
“Why are you smiling?” Luna asks with a little fear.
Instead of responding Celestia looks between the two of you and finally winks at you. “Have fun you two, I’ll just be going now,” Celestia says in a flighty tone.
“Celestia--” Luna says with some distress as she stands up suddenly.
“Oh just ignore me Luna, pretend I wasn’t even here. Enjoy your ‘coffee’ you two,” she says with a grin. You look back down to the desk and Luna flops back into her seat.
“Before I go--” Celestia says, quickly poking her head back in, bringing the attention of the two of you back to her. “Next time you ‘make coffee’ in the office, you might not want to leave some on your face, sister.” Luna goes beet-red and wipes frantically at her face as Celestia leaves, laughing in between coughs and sneezing fits.
