The Principal & The P.E. Teacher
Principal Celestia’s Office, Canterlot High School
The final bell rang over the intercom, signaling the end of the school day. For students and teachers alike, it meant going home and enjoying the things they liked to do in their free time. Well, for most of them anyway. Ever the stalwart educator, Principal Celestia Solaris, leaned back in her leather office chair and sighed at the mountain of paperwork piled atop her desk. With Summer Vacation a mere two weeks away, most of it was just the usual bureaucratic cogs which turned the wheel that was the Greater Canterlot School District Administration.
Routine for a Friday afternoon as far as Celestia was concerned. About an hour passed before she finished signing off on what needed to be signed when the final document at the bottom of the pile caught her attention. It was an amended budget proposal for the senior prom. The catering was in question, or more precisely, it requested that food trucks be allowed to park on school premises to allow the students a greater selection of refreshments for their soirée.
A wise decision because it wouldn’t cost the district anything to do so. In fact, the truck owners would be required to donate a portion of their collective proceeds to an afterschool program, for the privilege of using school property in order to vend their wares. A fair trade, Celestia mused. They would surely turn a profit with gaggles of hungry teenagers looking for a late-night snack. Just as she was about to sign the dotted line, a memory flashed before her eyes.
Celestia was instantly taken back to her own senior prom. She’d never been what anyone would consider a popular kid. Quite the opposite. She was shy, bookish, and never put a great deal of effort into how she dressed or bothered with applying tons of makeup. Yet, that night, she did go out of her way to spruce herself up for a romantic evening. The captain of the baseball team had asked her out to prom and she, admittedly, had been smitten with him for quite some time.
Unfortunately for the young and naïve Celestia, it was not to be. The whole thing had just been an elaborate practical joke set up by the popular clique of students, meant to make her look like a fool on prom night. She went home early that night in tears and vowed to never experience such heartbreak again. College wasn’t too much better for Celestia. She tended to focus on her studies instead of getting drunk, going to frat parties, or socializing in general. Her hard work had certainly paid off in terms of experiencing a fulfilling career but at the cost of becoming a lonely, romantically deprived virgin in her late thirties. Only two other people were aware of Celestia’s embarrassing secret. They were her younger sister and adopted daughter, respectively. And she preferred to keep it that way at all costs.
A knock on the door interrupted Celestia’s reverie, causing her to let out a startled squeak. Arms crossed underneath her breasts; Vice Principal Luna shot her older sibling a disapproving stare. “Tia, how many times have we gone over this? Fridays are a time for celebration, not paperwork! It shall still grace your desk come Monday. C’mon and live a little.”
Cheeks flushed rosy pink, Celestia gently placed the signed proposal into her done basket. “Honestly, Lulu. I just wanted to make sure that everything was in order before summer break. You know how the district likes to meet their end of the year quotas! In any case, it’s good to see you. Did the students in detention give you any trouble this afternoon?”
Luna reached into the crystal bowl sitting on Celestia’s desk and unwrapped a butterscotch candy. “Not any more than usual. However, I think we need to have a talk with Snips’ parents regarding his perpetual ‘vaping’ habit. His use of blinged-out hookahs is rather disgusting, unseemly, and causes a distraction amongst the student populace.”
“Um… I beg your pardon?”
Luna sighed. “You do know what vaping is, right? Please tell me that you do…”
Celestia chuckled sheepishly. “Would it make you feel better if I did?”
“Vaporized nicotine products, dear sister. They even come in a host of different flavors. Think of them as the modern-day equivalent to cigarettes. How could you not know that?”
Celestia rubbed the back of her neck. “Oh! Yes, I do believe I read an article mentioning those.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “Suffice to say, I shall be the one to handle the conference with the parents. But enough about work! The weekend is upon us, Tia! How would you like to accompany me to one of the local watering holes for an alcoholic beverage or four? I hear that it is all you care to eat boneless wing night at the Rusty Fire Hydrant. They even have a mild version of the seasoning on the menu. I know how sensitive your lips are when it comes to hot sauce.”
“I’m not sure. The laundry’s been piling up at home and—”
Luna flicked Celestia’s forehead. “This is precisely why you are still single! Your delicates won’t fly out of the hamper while you are gone. Please, Tia. I’m begging you! Just come with me to the bar. I want you to have some fun and relax. Tell you what: if at any point you feel uncomfortable, you can leave without a single protest from me. Does that sound fair?”
Celestia twirled a strand of her rainbow-hued hair and smiled. “It has been a while since I last went bar hopping. Do you think they’ll have strawberry daiquiris?”
“I have no idea. But does it really matter? I’m sure there are plenty of other fruity drinks to be had there. Head home, freshen up, and select a cute outfit. I’ll be over at your townhouse in an hour to pick you up. Remember to wear something that accentuates the sumptuous curves of your derriere and those long legs of yours! I would suggest a mini-skirt, personally.”
Before Celestia could respond, Luna was already halfway down the hall. “Why in the world would I need to draw attention to myself like that? Unless….”
The commute back to her townhouse gave Celestia plenty of time to think about what she was going to do next. Beyond the obvious, of course. Luna, through one of her hair-brained schemes, was intent on turning Boneless Wing Night into Date Night. The rainbow-haired principal sighed after she slipped out of her lavender pantsuit and stepped into the shower. Sometimes, it was good to just let the hot water wash over you and let your mind drift. About twenty minutes later, Celestia dried off with a towel and padded over to the vanity mirror set up in the corner of her bedroom.
Despite being thirty-eight years old, Celestia had a physique that women more than a decade younger than her would envy. Her trim figure was the result of a healthy diet and a regular exercise regimen. She enjoyed practicing yoga and tai-bo went time permitted. She was exceptionally tall for a female; around one hundred and ninety centimeters. Celestia’s towering height gave her long, slender legs that connected to a pair of wide hips, and a curvaceous rump that tended to jiggle with even the slightest hint of movement. As a precaution, Celestia went to great lengths to ensure that her outfits were as modest and professional looking as possible. Lest they draw too much attention to her backside, triggering hormone-fueled adolescent fantasies amongst the student populace. Even so, she was pretty extra sure that still happened.
It’s not as though her breasts were anything to sneeze at either. While not particularly large by any standard, they were noticeable enough to garner some attention from the occasional passerby. Pear-shaped and peaked by a pair of perky pink nipples. Many wondered, and few ever found out that the carpet did indeed match the drapes. Celestia didn’t mind shaving her armpits and legs regularly, but she wasn’t too keen on putting anything sharp near her privates. Thus, a thick, rainbow-hued bush sat nestled in-between her legs.
Luna constantly teased Celestia about looking like a retro porn star and shot plenty of weedwacker jokes her way, but she felt that her bush didn’t require much in the way of maintenance beyond a trim here and there to keep it from becoming too unruly. Otherwise, she made sure to keep it clean with the same care she applied to the hair atop her head.
With a frustrated huff, Celestia rummaged through her undergarment drawer, trying to find something that looked cute. She decided to take Luna’s advice and wear a skirt instead of her usual blue jeans. On the off chance that someone might catch a glimpse of her unmentionables, she wanted to make sure that they were sexy. Considering that ninety percent of her underwear came from plastic-wrapped five packs, it was nothing short of a miracle that she happened to find a frilly red thong and a matching bra stuffed at the back of the drawer.
Celestia frowned when she slipped them on, realizing why she never made a habit of wearing sexy lingerie. “I suppose there’s a reason why thongs are referred to as: ‘butt-floss’. What on earth even possessed me to buy these in the first place? Style at the cost of comfort…”
Out of pure instinct, Celestia picked up her phone when she saw that Sunset’s name popped up on the caller ID. It had been a while since their last conversation and Celestia was eager to speak with her adopted, albeit beloved, daughter. “Hey Mom. What’s up?”
“Hi, sweetheart. How are finals coming along?”
The screen of Sunset’s phone tilted slightly, revealing her state of undress. As a former unicorn, she didn’t much care for fashion, or wearing anything for that matter. When asked, she’d explained that clothing simply wasn’t considered essential in Equestria, unlike in the human world. Sunset’s blasé attitude when it came to nudity took some getting used to when she started living with Celestia. It seemed as though she’d carried over the habit to her college dorm. Celestia bit her lip, hoping that Sunset’s lifestyle didn’t cause tension with her roommates.
Sunset opened the fridge door and started chugging down a bottle of orange juice. “Just finished up the last term paper this morning. All I’ve gotta do now is pack and head back home. Hold on a second. Are you wearing lingerie?! That’s—erm—cool, I guess. Good for you, Mom.”
Celestia blushed furiously. “You’re one to talk, walking around naked all the time! In any case, Luna invited me out for a night of drinks and boneless wings at the Rusty Fire Hydrant. To celebrate the weekend, she claims. I have a feeling there’s an ulterior motive buried in there.”
Sunset plopped onto her bed belly first, while kicking her bare feet back and forth. “Duh. She’s been trying to set you up on blind dates for years. Seriously, Mom. You need to put yourself out there. You know, single and ready to mingle. Unpucker your asshole and have some fun!”
Celestia shook her head. “Language, dear. I know I taught you better than that.”
Sunset stuck out her tongue. “My bad. Force of habit. Look, you’ve got a great body and a stellar personality. Any dude would be lucky to have you as their date. All you’ve got to do is be a little bit more outgoing and confident. The rest will fall into place. I promise.”
“I can’t believe I’m getting romantic advice from my own daughter…”
Sunset shifted uncomfortably. “Mom, you don’t have to feel bad about still being a virgin. I get it. Shit happens! You were focusing on your career and creating stability in your life. There’s no rule that says you need to have—”
Celestia let out a heavy sigh. “I know, sweetheart. But there’s this inexplicable hole in my life. I have you, Luna, and plenty of close friends but… it still feels like there’s something missing. It’s not just about the sex. I need companionship. Intimate companionship. Oh goodness! I sound really desperate and lonely, don’t I? Figures. Luna’s instincts, once again, were spot on.”
“The most important thing about dating is to just be yourself. Don’t pretend to be someone or something that you’re not. If you don’t want to wear sexy lingerie, put on whatever makes you feel comfortable. Personally, I wouldn’t bother wearing panties at all but… you get the idea.”
Celestia glanced down at her waist and frowned. “This thong has been giving me the worst wedgie. I can’t imagine I’ll get used to the sensation anytime soon. Alright then! I’ll stick with my usual undergarments. And no mini-skirt! I’ve been told that mom jeans make my butt look good.”
Sunset laughed. “That’s the spirit, Mom! And by the way, your ass would look great in just about anything. I’m saying this from a totally objective perspective as a fellow woman. Damn it! That sounded a lot cooler, and way less creepy in my head. What I’m saying is: you’ve got this.”
“I certainly hope so. When do you expect you’ll be home?”
Sunset shrugged. “Tomorrow afternoon, maybe.”
“I’ll make sure to change the sheets on your bed when I get back. Love you, Sunset.”
“Love you too, Mom. See ya later.”
Celestia tapped the end call button and fished out a more comfortable set of underwear from her drawer. A pair of plain, purple cotton panties with a little bow on front and a matching bra. “Not exactly the pinnacle of feme fatale but at least they won’t ride up my butt crack all night.”
A quick text from Luna heralded her arrival, if the horn-honking wasn’t obvious enough. When Celestia finally got in the car, her younger sibling shook her head in disapproval. “I distinctly remember telling you to wear a mini-skirt, Tia. Those are freakin’ mom jeans! For pity’s sake… are those sneakers?! We’re bar-hopping not picking up the kids from soccer practice.”
Celestia appraised her sister’s outfit and hung her head in embarrassment. As Luna was wont to do, she tended to dress liberally when not confined to school property. That is to say, she liked showing off a liberal amount of skin. She wore a short midnight blue sundress made of satin that hugged all of her curves and left nothing to the imagination. There were no underwear lines to be seen so far as Celestia could tell, which all but guaranteed that Luna had decided to go full commando. A pair of sleek, black stilettos adorned her feet, and a silver crescent moon necklace hung around her neck. She’d even frizzed up her hair a bit and put on sparkly blue eyeliner with matching lipstick. In a word, her outfit screamed: “COME GET SOME, BOYS!”
“Well, at least I don’t look like some slutty cabana girl.” Celestia groused.
Luna clicked her tongue. “I see no need to hide my assets. Let them look. Let them slobber.”
“Do you at least have some condoms back at your apartment, Lulu?”
Luna scoffed. “What kind of woman do you take me for, sister? Of course, I have a stash of condoms! Just because you don’t engage in casual sex doesn’t mean I have to hold myself to the same standard. In any case, I’m not looking to start a serious relationship tonight. Having fun is the name of my game and I intend to do so with style.”
“Just remember that the Rusty Fire Hydrant is a bar, not a dance club, or a rave. No gyrating against other patrons. Save the sexy, sweaty antics for your bedroom, Lulu.”
“Yes, Mother. Do I have to be in bed by ten or do I have your permission to stay out later?”
Celestia gently placed her hand on Luna’s shoulder. “I’m just trying to look out for you, little sister. One of these days, I’m afraid that I’ll find you unconscious in a dark alleyway or worse!”
Luna took in a sharp breath and sighed. “I’m sorry for being so snide with you, Tia. Sometimes, I forget that you & I are like the sun and the moon. Polar opposites, yet interrelated. Before we head inside, I want to tell you something. But you have to promise me that you won’t freak out.”
“I suppose so. What is it?” Celestia asked anxiously.
Luna pulled into the parking lot and turned off the engine once she found a spot. “We won’t be the only ones attending tonight’s festivities. I took the liberty of inviting Cheerliee and Coach Torch to join us. Think of it as a… mixer of sorts. A way to break the ice outside of work.”
Celestia’s eyes widened with fear and she began hyperventilating. “You invited Torch?!”
“Relax, Tia. He was quite amenable to the idea. I dare say, he seemed excited to hear that you were coming along with me. Quite frankly, I believe that he might be interested in you as well.”
“I CAN’T GO IN THERE!!!” Celestia squeaked.
“Yes, you can. How else do you expect to start a relationship with him? Talking is the first step.”
Face flushed with nervous energy, Celestia closed her eyes. “Easy for you to say, Lulu! You’re experienced with these sorts of situations. I-I haven’t been on a date since high school. Not to mention the big white elephant in the room. Do you think men can sense that I’m a virgin?”
Luna allowed herself a quiet chuckle. “Surely you mean white elephant-sized booty?”
“Did you say something?”
Luna cleared her throat. “Nothing, Tia. I was merely… thinking aloud to myself. To answer your question, I don’t believe they can tell for certain. Unless, you were to have sex. I seem to recall that you lost your hymen back in middle school, correct?”
“During gymnastics class. I’ve never felt so embarrassed…” Celestia mumbled.
Luna reached over and rubbed her sister’s back. “At least you don’t have to worry about it tearing during the act. The sight of blood tends to kill the mood quite rapidly. Also, make sure that you don’t have sex during your period because—”
Celestia narrowed her eyes. “I’m well aware of how my own plumbing works, Lulu.”
“Right. I was just making sure you knew. So… are you still up for going inside with me?”
Celestia shuffled her feet. “Alright. I’ll give it the old college try. But I reserve the right to leave at any time if I feel uncomfortable or if things get painfully awkward. Is that clear?”
Luna clapped her hands and grinned. “Let us be merry tonight. HUZZAH!”
Sure enough, as soon as the two sisters entered the establishment, all eyes were glued on Luna’s sexy outfit. She sauntered towards the table where Torch and Cheerilee were sitting with Celestia sheepishly following close behind. A round of friendly greetings were exchanged before the siblings got situated and orders were placed. A few pitchers of beer and boneless buffalo wings abound. Luna sat across from Cheerilee and Celestia across from Torch.
As for the other educators from CHS, they wore casual attire, if a bit more on the stylish side. Torch stuck with a red striped dress shirt that barely contained his rippling muscles, a pair of black chinos, and penny loafers. Gold aviator sunglasses were tucked into his breast pocket. He’d left the top of his shirt unbuttoned, which revealed a smattering of curly blonde chest hair and slate-green skin. A middle-aged man, Coach Torch was balding ever so slightly along the top of his head, but the rest of his short-cropped blonde hair was thick and phased into a rusty red color where his sideburns grew out. He winked at Celestia while she pushed her chair in.
“Cheerilee & I are going to mingle with the other patrons. Enjoy catching up with Torch, Tia!”
Celestia wanted to protest but she couldn’t get a word in before Luna dragged Cheerilee off to do who knows what. She hoped that her wayward sibling wouldn’t make too much of a fool out of herself tonight. If there was one thing Luna could do above all else, it was drink like a 19th century sailor. Well, beyond being a phenomenal vice-principal and the best little sister a girl could ever ask for. Torch looked at her expectantly, as if she was supposed to begin talking.
“Ready for the weekend, Madame Principal?”
Instantly flustered, Celestia paused for a moment in order to regain her composure. Even as she spoke, her mouth felt like it was stuffed full of cotton balls. “Please, I must insist that you call me Celestia when we’re not on the clock. To answer your question, yes.”
Torch stabbed a boneless wing with his fork and began chewing on it. “Me too. Most of the sports teams have already wrapped up their seasons, so that only leaves the P.E. classes. The kids haven’t been too bad but they’ve all got summer vacation on the brain. You know how it is.”
Celestia laughed nervously. “Indeed, I do. There’s always plenty of paperwork to sign!”
“So—uh—what exactly does a principal do in her free time? As for me, I like to pump iron at the gym, tease the shit outta my baby girl, and ride motorcycles. Been trying to restore a ’48 Indian but I’m having trouble finding some of the replacement parts. I won’t bore you with all the details. Mostly technical mumbo-jumbo.”
Celestia took a dainty swig of her deluxe appletini and avoided Torch’s gaze. “Oh, I… wouldn’t want to bore you with my hobbies either. They’re not very exciting, I’m afraid.”
“Go on. Tell me. I’m a pretty open-minded guy.”
Celestia played with a strand of her hair and blushed. “I enjoy fantasy role-playing tabletop games. Ogres & Oubliettes to be precise. I’m the current Dungeon Master of my guild. We get together every Sunday afternoon and play a round whenever our schedules allow. I also enjoy hiking around in nature and spending time with my daughter.”
Torch bellowed with laughter. “You’re just as dorky as I imagined you’d be!”
Celestia’s cheeks flushed a darker shade of red. This time more out of anger than embarrassment. “And you’re just as much of a muscle-bound blowhard as I imagined you’d be!”
“Woah! Take it easy there, Celestia. I didn’t mean to insult you. I’m sorry if that came out wrong. What I meant to say was that your hobbies suit your personality to the T. It’s endearing in a way. Cute even. So—uh—Sunset Shimmer is your adopted daughter, I take it?”
Celestia took in a deep breath and tried to calm down. “Correct. I adopted her a few years ago. Can you imagine? She was homeless, didn’t have any family to rely on, and stole food to survive. It’s no wonder she was such a troublemaker in school. I’m proud to say that she’s currently attending college and majoring in medical psychology.”
Torch took a sip of beer and nodded. “Aye. She was always a smart cookie. Have you spoken to Sunset lately? My wee coal cracker can be a bit brash at times, but we chat on occasion. Ember’s decided to go to a trade school, of all places. Took after her old man when it came to love for all things mechanical. Fixin’ to open up her own custom shop once she gets the proper licenses.”
“I don’t believe I’ve ever met Ember before.”
Torch chowed down on another boneless wing. “You wouldn’t have. She never attended CHS. Went to Cloudsdale Tech instead. Honestly, it was for the best. Got to hang out with like-minded individuals as opposed to tryin’ to fit in with the public-school crowd.”
Celestia furrowed her brow. “Isn’t Cloudsdale a considerable commute away?”
“Yep. I drove her there every day until she got her license. Like I said, worth it.”
Whatever opinion Celestia had of Torch before was vastly improved when she realized how much he loved his daughter. She blushed and giggled to herself like a schoolgirl while she took another sip of her appletini. “I hope you don’t think this is too forward of me for asking but… is there a Mrs. Torch in the equation?”
Torch’s expression suddenly grew somber. “She passed away when Ember was still a toddler. Developed stage four leukemia and by the time the doctors realized it, she was a dead woman walkin’. I’ve had a few flings off and on since then but it’s just not the same.”
Celestia began tearing up and placed her hand atop Torch’s, rubbing it gently. “I’m so sorry, Torch. I shouldn’t have asked you to bring up such a painful memory.”
“It’s alright. I’ve had plenty of time to come to terms with her death. Let’s talk about something happier, eh? You got any big plans over summer vacation?”
Celestia leaned back in her chair, feeling a bit tipsy from her drink. Generally speaking, she was a lightweight when it came to alcohol, which is why she didn’t like going out to bars. The last thing she wanted was to make a fool of herself in front of Torch. “Nothing terribly exciting. I was planning on going up to the cabin to unwind and reconnect with nature.”
“Huh. You’ve got one of those? I never knew that…”
Celestia played with the toothpick floating in her appletini glass. “Mhmm. It’s quite idyllic, if I do say so myself. Nestled right up against Mount Canter. Lakeside property too. Our family used to take trips up there every summer when Luna and I were kids. Those were good times.”
“A well-deserved rest, I say.”
Celestia felt her stomach fill with butterflies. She wanted to invite Torch along but wasn’t sure if doing so would be too forward. Whether it was the alcohol talking or stubborn determination, she couldn’t say. The middle-aged educator decided to plow ahead. “You know, the cabin has plenty of room for two people. If you’re not doing anything in two weeks… would you like to join me on a mini-holiday? I-I wouldn’t mind the company!”
A stretch of painfully awkward silence followed Celestia’s question as Torch mulled it over. Since his answer wasn’t an immediate yes, Celestia feared that she’d crossed the line. With a shrug, Torch finished his beer and belched. “Why the hell not? Ember’s not going to be around town anyway, so I might as well go with you. It’ll be a good change of pace for me.”
Sweet relief flooded Celestia’s senses. She practically had to bite down on her own cheeks in order to stop herself from letting out an excited, girlish squeal. “I’ll text you the directions on how to get there. Is your cell phone number still the same as it was when you listed it on the school district emergency contact sheet?”
“So far as I know. But—um—I don’t know what yours is.”
Celestia blushed, fished around in her purse, and scribbled her cell number on a napkin. “HERE! Just make sure that you don’t give this out to anyone else without my permission.”
Torch chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Welp, I better head back. I’m tired and all this beer just makes me want to fall asleep. I’ll talk to you later, Celestia.”
While Torch was leaving, Celestia waved goodbye. A visibly intoxicated Luna with Cheerilee in tow, stumbled towards the table and started giggling. “Sheeeeee! I towld yew—HIC—Torch wanted uh peeicee o’ dat PLUMP white badonkadonk! Shake it, sister! WOOOOOOO!”
Cheerilee let out an awkward chuckle when Luna passed out on top of the table. “I tried to stop her from drinking too much, but she insisted on challenging one of Applejack’s cousins to a shot-chugging contest. She—ah—emerged the victor, as you can see.”
Celestia sighed and rubbed her temples. “I’ll need to sober up myself before taking her home. Did you happen to see which of her cousins it was?”
“Caramel Apple, I think his name was. He was pretty cute too. In a hunky, country boy sort of way. I believe her intention was to invite him back to her place and have some fun in-between the sheets. Not my words, but Luna’s. Again, I’m sorry for not being able to stop her.”
Celestia grabbed hold of her unconscious sister and carried the blue-skinned woman like a fireman would. Ironic, given the namesake of the bar. “Don’t worry about it, Cheerilee. Luna’s impossible to stop once she’s put her mind to something. However, the only thing she’ll be doing in-between the sheets is sleeping off a massive hangover. I’m not looking forward to how much of a bear she’ll be upon awakening but this isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with her antics.”
Cheerilee rubbed the back of her neck. “That’s… good. See you Monday, then?”
“Enjoy the remainder of your weekend, Cheerilee.”
Two weeks passed since Torch last saw Celestia at the Rusty Fire Hydrant. For the sake of remaining professional and to stop rumors from spreading, the two educators agreed to keep their interest in each other a secret while they were still working at CHS. It hadn’t been easy, but they both managed well enough. The third week of June was the agreed upon time Torch was to drive up to Celestia’s family cabin. Not wanting to waste an opportunity to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way, Torch decided to take his motorcycle. The ’48 Indian wasn’t quite up to snuff yet, so he took his other bike, a cherry red custom chopper, instead. Despite the warm summer weather, he opted to don full riding gear just in case. When it came to motorcycles, safety was definitely better than sorry. Road burns and a cracked skull were no laughing matter.
About an hour into the ride, Torch received a phone call. Normally, it would be quite difficult to answer a phone when your hands weren’t readily available but he’d installed a microphone and a synchronization kit in his helmet for just such an occasion. A familiar, scratchy voice greeted him. His one and only beloved daughter, Ember.
“Hey, Pops. Where are you right now?”
“About fifteen minutes away from Celestia’s cabin.” Torch answered.
“Oh? Well, good for you! I was wondering when you’d finally grow a pair and ask her out.”
Torch coughed. “That’s not—I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to do so.”
Ember laughed. “Never stopped you before!”
“Celestia’s different. She’s something special. I can tell.”
“Did you believe that before or after you started ogling her backside?”
Torch let out a heavy sigh. “Ok. I’m man enough to admit she has a booty that just won’t quit. Even in those dour pant suits she likes to wear; I know kids would sneak glances when they thought she wasn’t paying attention. It’s damn near impossible to hide an asset like that. Heh. Especially, when she would bend over. But enough about her goddess-like ass!”
“What else makes her special then?”
“She’s beautiful, of course. And very pleasant to talk with… if a wee bit awkward.”
Ember belched aloud. “Sorry. This beer is making me hella gassy. Do you think she might have been nervous talking to you or was it the other way around?”
“A little of both… maybe. You know it’s been a while since I put myself out there on the dating scene. Celestia’s always struck me as a reserved, conservative woman. Me, not so much. I just hope that she doesn’t think I’m too crass.” Torch reluctantly admitted.
“You’ll do fine, Pops. I know it! Above all else, don’t pretend to be someone you’re not.”
“I wasn’t plannin’ on it…” Torch grumbled.
“Good. I’ll talk to you later then. Have a nice time with Principal Celestia!”
Torch said goodbye to his daughter and continued down a surprisingly well-maintained road where he could see the outline of a log cabin in the distance. When he arrived at the scene, Torch was taken aback by how beautiful the lake was. It was also a lot bigger than Celestia had made it out to be. Now that he was no longer being buffeted by the wind, the temperature outside was noticeably hotter than before. With an annoyed grunt, Torch began peeling off his leather riding gear, folded it up, and placed it in the storage compartment. Now clad in a polo and khaki shorts, he retrieved his travel bag from the other compartment and stepped towards the front porch.
Celestia was standing in the doorway, clad in dark blue capris, a purple t-shirt, and hiking boots. Her hair had been tied up in an adorable ponytail with a pink scrunchie. It wasn’t the way he was used to seeing her, but the change in attire made her look much younger in Torch’s opinion. She ushered him inside and insisted that he quench his thirst with some homemade mint iced-tea. Torch grabbed himself a glass and plopped onto the couch. The living room smelled of pine wood and was a bit musty from disuse, but it was cozy otherwise.
“I take it your journey here was a pleasant one?” Celestia asked with a polite smile.
“Other than sweating like a pig, yeah.”
Celestia rubbed her arm. “Would you like to take a shower?”
Torch shook his head. “Franky, I don’t see the need. I’ll take one later this evening, since I’m sure that you’re nipping at the bit to do something with me right now. What’s on the agenda?”
Celestia’s cheeks flushed while she twiddled her fingers. “I don’t—I thought we could just play our entire vacation by ear? This isn’t some themed amusement park, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. No crowds or other people to deal with. No rush to do anything in particular. But if you’d like a suggestion, I’d be more than happy to provide one.”
Torch laughed. “I can tell you’re not used to going with the flow.”
“Guilty as charged, I’m afraid. My profession demands that I be highly organized and have schedules ready for any situation that might arise. Hence, why my brain is hardwired to work that way, even when I’m not working. In fact, it was my sister who suggested that I forget about sticking to a plan and let the—erm—situation play itself out.”
“Fair enough. What would you like to do?” Torch asked encouragingly.
Celestia looked out the window and smiled. “It’s such a beautiful day outside. Why don’t you and I take a nice, relaxing hike in the forest? I’m certain that you’d like a chance to stretch your legs after such a long motorcycle ride. I promise it won’t be anything too rigorous. The idea is to enjoy the sights and sounds of nature at whatever pace we please.”
Torch got up from the couch, placed his hands on his hips, and waggled his eyebrows. “What if I want to enjoy looking at you instead?”
Absolutely flustered, Celestia coughed and tried to formulate a response. “Well, I—ah—suppose there’s no harm in it. I didn’t pay any particular attention to wearing a cute outfit or putting on makeup today. I’m sorry if you were expecting me to—”
Torch placed his hand on Celestia’s shoulder and grinned. “Don’t sweat it, Celestia. A woman like you doesn’t need all that extra shit to be appealing. You’re fine the way you are.”
Celestia ran her fingers along Torch’s massive pecs and laughed nervously. “Thank you, Torch. It means a lot to me to hear you say that. May I confess a private detail of my life? If I do, you must promise not to laugh. It’s a secret that I’ve kept for many years, and I’m not particularly proud of harboring it. I knew this day would eventually come and I feel the need to come clean.”
Torch felt a lump form in his throat, fearing the worst. “You’re not a serial killer, are you?”
“No! Nothing of the sort! It’s just that—well—I’m still… a virgin.” Celestia mumbled.
“Well, shit.”
Celestia felt her skin become clammy after a cold sweat washed over her. “I know that it’s very unusual for a woman in her late thirties to have never had sex before but it’s true. I suppose that’s what I get for concentrating on my career instead of my love life. You’re the first man I’ve asked out since high school, actually. Please! Don’t go! I want to make this—us—work!”
Taken aback by Celestia’s surprise confession, Torch could only offer a shrug in response. “In some weird way, it makes complete sense that you’d be a virgin. That being said, I’m still willing to give dating you a shot. But—erm—if at any point, I take things too fast, you have to let me know. I’m a full-throttle kind of guy, Celestia. Half-measures aren’t really my style…”
“I figured as much. So… would you like to take a hike with me?”
“We’re not going to talk about this? Even a little?” Torch asked hesitantly.
Celestia stubbornly stood her ground and huffed in annoyance. “Absolutely not! There is nothing to talk about, Torch. I said what I needed to say and I’m moving on. Are we going to take a hike or not? It’s either that or sit around and drink whatever alcohol Luna left behind in the fridge.”
Torch rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, Celestia. I just assumed it would be a bigger stumbling block for you. Didn’t want you to think I was an insensitive asshole for not asking.”
Celestia sighed. “I do appreciate your thoughtfulness. But I’d much rather focus on having fun today, if it’s all the same to you.”
“Sure. A hike sounds great. But—uh—I’m not much of a nature-lover…”
Celestia grabbed Torch’s hand, surprising him with her strength, and dragged him towards the door. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Granted, a hike isn’t on the same level as a monster truck exhibition or a bar fight but… even a man such as yourself might come to enjoy it.”
“Hey! I’ve only been in a couple of bar fights. Monster trucks are pretty badass though.”
Torch was content to allow Celestia to walk along the trail at her own pace, which was noticeably faster considering how long her legs were. Not that he was complaining about the view. When she bent down to look at a flower, Torch thought he was going to have a heart attack. Her capris may not have been the skimpiest piece of clothing, but they fit quite snugly. Lascivious thoughts aside, Torch had to admit that it was relaxing to get some fresh air and enjoy the sound of woodland critters. He closed his eyes for a moment, content to breathe in the woodsy aroma of the forest… until he was interrupted by Celestia poking his shoulder.
“Torch, look! It’s a red flying squirrel. He’s absolutely adorable. Look at his little paws. Those fuzzy ears and chubby cheeks. EEEEEEEEE!!!”
When he looked over at the tree she was pointing to, the little rodent sat on a branch nibbling on an acorn. “So it is. Are they like a big deal or something?”
Celestia nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, they’re quite rare. My apologies. I got a bit carried away there. Cute woodland creatures are a favorite of mine. I’m sure Fluttershy would agree.”
“Wait a second. Ah, yes! I remember her. She’s the one with pink hair and loves animals.”
“The very same! She’s studying to become a veterinarian last I heard.”
Torch casually wrapped his arm around Celestia’s waist and pulled her closer to him. The smell of something floral filled his nostrils. He assumed it must have been her shampoo. When she reciprocated the gesture, Torch smiled to himself. “Good to be passionate about something.”
Celestia found a comfortable spot upon Torch’s chest to rest her head against. She took in a deep breath and sighed, reveling in his manly scent. It was a complex mixture of cologne, leather, and sweat. However, it was far from unpleasant. Being so close to him made her feel safe in a way she could scarcely describe. “Mhmm. I don’t stay in touch with former students as often as I’d like, but I enjoy talking with them whenever I can. What are your aspirations, Torch?”
“Me? I dunno. Got just about everything a man could ever want in life. An adorable daughter to spoil, a steady job, motorcycles. Yeah. I’d say I have a pretty good life.”
Celestia poked his chest. “I’m sensing a ‘but’ in there.”
Torch chuckled sheepishly. “It’s that obvious, eh? Alright then. I’ll tell you. With Ember leaving the nest, so to speak, it’s gotten a bit lonely at home. That’s why I jumped at the chance when your sister offered to set up our little get together at the bar. I’ve been meaning to ask you out for a while now but I wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. You know, with our professional relationship being what it is, I didn’t want to—erm—tarnish your reputation.”
Celestia pecked his cheek with a soft kiss. “That’s very sweet of you, Torch. I felt very much the same way about you, ironically enough. I suppose we both have Luna to thank for today.”
“Aye. That we do.” Torch agreed.
The remainder of the hike went by as one might expect. Celestia and Torch explored the physical boundaries of what they felt was acceptable in terms of a couple who were just beginning to get to know each other. All the while, they conversed about their hobbies, interests, plans, and what their daughters were up to. Although the hike itself hadn’t been too strenuous, it was still quite hot outside. Thus, by the time Celestia and Torch made it back to the cabin, their clothes were damp with sweat. An errant thought crossed Celestia’s mind as she stared at the crystal-clear water of the lake. What if she could convince Torch to go skinny dipping with her?
All of the sudden, Celestia felt her heart hammering in her chest. Her legs felt like jelly and the butterflies in her stomach fluttered around with reckless abandon. Once she acted upon her impulsive plan (which went against her studious nature), there would be no going back. A tiny voice in the back of her mind argued that, how could she, a middle-aged high school principal, possibly be sexy and seductive without making a complete fool of herself? After taking in a deep breath to try and steady her frazzled nerves, she removed her scrunchie, shook her head side to side, and looked back at Torch with a deep, crimson blush coloring her cheeks.
“I-I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a swim in the lake?” Celestia stammered.
Torch rubbed his chin in thought. “Sounds good to me. Lemme go grab my swimsuit.”
While Torch walked past her, she grabbed his hand. “WAIT! We don’t—erm—need them.”
Before the gym teacher could formulate a proper response, Celestia was already busy stripping out of her garments. It wasn't a sultry process by any means, more like trying to take everything off in the most efficient way possible. When it was all said and done, Celestia stood before Torch in all her natural splendor with a pile of neatly folded clothes sitting next to her hiking books. The rosy blush had reached all the way down her chest to the tips of her breasts. Made all the more noticeable due to the pale complexion of her skin. She fidgeted in place, wiggling her toes in the grass, fighting hard to resist the urge to cover up her naked body.
Celestia avoided looking into Torch’s eyes directly. “Swimming without them is far more convenient and comfortable, I find.”
She closed her eyes and ran towards the shore, her breasts and butt cheeks jiggling all the while. Celestia jumped in awkwardly, creating a big splash in the lake. When she surfaced, her rainbow-hued hair, now wet, draped over her shoulders. She looked up at Torch shyly, knowing full-well that her nipples had become erect. “The water is a bit chilly, as you might imagine, but it’s quite refreshing once you get used to the temperature. Care to join me?”
Not one to waste an opportunity, Torch fumbled around, trying to take off his own outfit. “Just a second! I’ll be—damn it—my fly got stuck!”
Celestia couldn’t help but smile. “Take your time, Torch. I’m here all day.”
Now nude himself, Torch winked at her and flexed his muscles a bit. She responded by clapping and giving him a series of encouraging wolf-whistles. With a shit-eating grin, he ran towards the shoreline and did a cannonball, making Celestia squeal aloud when she was hit with a wave of cold water. When he surfaced, Torch wrapped his arms around Celestia’s hips, relishing the silky smoothness of her skin. They paused for a moment, faces flushed with desire, and inched ever closer to each other. Throwing caution to the wind, Celestia took hold of his cheeks, pressed her lips against his, and kissed him passionately. After a bit of tongue wrestling, they separated and caught their breath. A thin strand of saliva connected them for a moment, then tapered off.
Celestia laughed. “I can’t believe I did that!”
“Me neither. Not that I’m complaining…”
Celestia gasped when felt something hot and stiff brush up against her belly. Without even looking down, she knew precisely what it was and why it was that way. Not wanting to seem like a tease, she wrapped her hand around Torch’s thick, veiny shaft and began stroking it. “I get the distinct impression that we won’t be doing much swimming today.”
Torch took hold of Celestia’s breast and began massaging it, occasionally rubbing her nipple. “Sorry if I’m going too fast, Celestia. But your little striptease really threw me for a loop. How could I not get excited after seeing a porcelain-skinned goddess in all her nude glory?”
Celestia let out a quiet moan and blushed. Mostly because her nipples had become very sensitive and Torch knew just how to tweak them the right way. Otherwise, such flattering words made her feel embarrassed. “D-do you really think so?”
Torch kissed her neck. “I have for a while. You’re hella sexy. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“Oh, gosh! I’ve never felt this way before. I… don’t know what to do next!”
Torch reached down and began sliding his fingers along Celestia’s delicate folds, making sure to tease her clit with his thumb every so often. “Relax and enjoy the moment.”
An electric tingle radiated from Celestia’s crotch and shot up her back like a bolt of lightning. She cried out in ecstasy, enjoying her orgasm with unabashed glee. When it finally began to subside, she panted, and leaned up against Torch’s massive chest. “I’m sorry if I didn’t… make you ejaculate. I must’ve gotten caught up in the moment. This is all so new to me that—”
Torch picked her up princess style and carried her towards the shore. “Like I said, no worries. I’m sure that we can come to an affable arrangement. C’mon. Let’s lay down together.”
When Torch laid down in the grass, his big cock proud and erect, Celestia took a good look at it and licked her lips. Having seen some pornographic movies, she recalled that there was a way for couples to pleasure each other orally at the same time. Wondering what his member might taste like, Celestia straddled Torch and presented her womanhood while she grabbed hold of the base of his shaft. Although it was embarrassing to be exposed in such a manner, the middle-aged principal’s desire to pleasure her partner was greater than preserving her sense of modesty.
Torch used his fingers to pry apart Celestia’s lips, revealing the glistening pink folds within. With a savage grin, he teased the outer edge of her wrinkled pucker, causing Celestia to squeak. “Didn’t realize you had such a sensitive asshole. Now, let’s see what you taste like!”
“Wait! Don’t just play with my—ANNNGGHH—why does your tongue feel so… goooood!”
Torch greedily lapped Celestia’s pussy, enjoying the sweet, tangy flavor of her arousal. It reminded him of vanilla mixed with just a hint of berries. Meanwhile, Celestia brought Torch’s cock closer to her face and took in a deep breath. The aroma was overwhelmingly musky, like that of sweat and manliness. There really was no other way to describe it. Because of how well-endowed he was, Celestia hesitated taking him into her mouth too quickly, lest she choke.
Celestia peppered Torch’s shaft with butterfly kisses and gave it little licks along the way. When she reached his bulbous head, she wrapped her lips around it and swirled her tongue along the rubbery surface, coaxing a tiny bead of precum as she did so. Little by little, she took him deeper into her mouth until she was about halfway down his length.
That was as far as she could physically go without gagging. Ever so slowly, she began bobbing her head, making sure to tease the underside of his head with her tongue as she did so. Much to her relief, Torch began groaning almost immediately, giving Celestia a much-needed confidence boost regarding her novice fellatio skills. She chuckled to herself and picked up the pace.
Little warning was given when she felt his hot, sticky load erupt into her throat mere moments later. Celestia went through a coughing fit, prompting a query of concern from her partner. Instead of answering verbally, she swallowed his seed, savoring the slightly salty, bitter taste. All in all, it wasn’t as unpleasant as she’d imagined but it wasn’t great either. A brief orgasm of her own occurred shortly thereafter, squirting Torch’s face with her arousal. Sweaty and satisfied, Celestia rolled off of Torch as he changed his position and spooned against her.
“How did I do?”
Torch brushed her hair with his fingers. “Very enthusiastic for a virgin.”
Celestia let out a sigh of relief. “Good. I heard Luna mention that you shouldn’t use your teeth when performing oral sex on a man, so I sort of went with that. I apologize that I wasn’t able to fit you in the whole way. You’re just so—”
Torch chuckled. “Big? I know. Story of my life. There’s nothin’ to be sorry about, Celestia. You gave great head. Also, I had no idea you were a gusher.”
Celestia’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, utterly mortified. “I don’t exactly share that information with anyone! But yes, I’ve been that way ever since I first discovered the joy of masturbation. More often than not, I have to do it in the tub to avoid making a mess.”
Torch grinned. “Tasty too. Can’t imagine my spunk was very good. I didn’t eat any fruit to make it taste better for you. Quite frankly, I didn’t think we were going to have sex this soon.”
“Neither did I. I’m not sure what came over me; it just… felt right.” Celestia admitted.
“Years of sexual repression, I’d wager.”
Celestia played with a tuft of Torch’s blonde chest hair. “Perhaps, you’re right. Would you care to have proper sex now? Not that what we did wasn’t great; I want to experience what penetration is like. Please promise me one thing, though. Start off slowly and gently. I have no doubt that there’s plenty of lubrication to ease the process but it might take me awhile to comfortably accommodate your girth.”
“You make fucking sound so clinical, Dr. Celestia. Haha!”
Celestia crossed her arms underneath her breasts and huffed. “I don’t like using crude and vulgar language if I can help it! Being crass is more Luna’s forte.”
Torch tweaked her butt, eliciting a girlish squeal from Celestia. “I don’t mind. It’s cute.”
With some hesitation, Celestia crawled onto her hands and knees. She lifted her curvaceous, white rump into the air and wiggled it at Torch, hoping that it would excite him. Presenting herself for the taking was a bit embarrassing, but no worse than the position she’d been in before. Torch shuffled towards her on his knees and rubbed the head of his penis along her slippery folds, making sure to get it nice and wet before sliding it inside. Already hyper-sensitive from before, Celestia bit her lip and shuddered from the stimulation.
She gasped when Torch finally started to insert his cock, little by little. It wasn’t exactly painful, per say, but Celestia could definitely say that she’d never felt so stretched out in her entire life. Torch was pleasantly surprised to find that she could accommodate nearly all of his girth. Most women he’d had sex with could barely take half. After grabbing her wonderfully soft butt cheeks, Torch began thrusting at a languid pace just to set the tempo and eventually speed up.
As the two began their horizontal tango, Celestia reveled in the sensations that consumed her entire body. The feeling of the breeze ticking her skin, the sun shining overhead, the extraordinary pleasure of Torch’s monster cock as it ravished her. Outdoor sex was amazing and Celestia wasn’t sure if she could ever go back to doing it in a bedroom. She’d never actually done it in a bedroom before, but still! Celestia moaned loudly and with careless abandon while the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh pervaded the air. For his part, Torch began panting, struggling to maintain his composure, clearly not used to the warm, slick tightness of Celestia’s virgin pussy, milking his manhood for all it was worth.
Torch began thrusting faster. “Celestia… I don’t think I… can last much longer.”
She looked back at her lover with a smile. “Don’t hold back on my account, Torch. Fill me with your seed. I want… EVERY… LAST… DROP!”
Torch pushed forward as far as he could go, clenched his butt cheeks, grunted loudly, and squirted a few globs of hot, sticky cum inside Celestia. She moaned in kind, as an orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. They collapsed in the grass, drenched in sweat and reeking of sex, but utterly satisfied. Torch removed himself with a slick pop, noting that a little bit of cum had leaked out of Celestia and onto the ground. She shuffled over towards him and snuggled up against his body, resting her head against his chest. A soft sigh escaped her lips.
“My goodness! That was extraordinary. We should definitely do that again.”
Torch gestured towards his limp penis and chuckled. “Not for a while, sweetness. I need some time to recharge. But yeah, it was great. Haven’t fucked like that in years.”
Celestia ran her fingers along his abs. “Oh, I didn’t mean right away. I’m quite exhausted too.”
“I think you handled yourself pretty well, considering that it was your first time.”
Celestia blushed. “Thank you. I was worried about being an inadequate partner.”
Torch rubbed her back. “Practice makes perfect, as they say.”
“I suppose I should mention that I had my tubes tied a few years ago. After adopting Sunset, I didn’t really feel the need to bear any children of my own. This was a contingency plan for when I eventually decided to have sex with the right partner, of course. At the very least, birth control makes it easier for you. No condoms needed!”
Torch grimaced. “Shit! I totally forgot about that! Got caught up in the moment…”
Celestia leaned over and kissed his neck. “As did I. From the moment I began taking my clothes off, I was being spontaneous. Uncharacteristic of me, I know. But… well worth the effort.”
“Suppose we should head inside and take a shower, eh?”
Celestia sniffed herself and cringed. “Indeed. We both smell quite ripe. However, there’s no law that says we need to get dressed anytime soon. Let’s enjoy nature as nature intended~”
“Didn’t realize you were a nudist.”
Celestia looped her arm around his while they walked towards the cabin. “I’m not, by any stretch of the imagination. But why waste the opportunity to bask in this summer heat without having to worry about sweat-soaked clothes? It’s only the two of us out here, who else is going to see?”
Torch’s stomach grumbled. “A fair point. I always get hungry after sex. Got anything to eat?”
“As a matter of fact, I bought some groceries before arriving. I consider myself a fairly competent cook, so whatever you’re in the mood for, I can probably make without issue.”
Torch pulled his lover in for another kiss on the lips. It wasn’t nearly as passionate as the last time, more a sign of affection. “Got myself quite the catch. What can’t you do, Celestia?”
Rather than answer him verbally, Celestia booped his nose and scampered off into the kitchen. A few moments later, she was clad in nothing but a pink apron that said: ‘Power Principal’ and began making her famous smiley face pancakes. Complete with bacon, fruit, and whipped cream. Torch started the coffee maker, sat down at the table, and admired Celestia’s bare rump as it swayed back and forth while she hummed to herself. If this trip was anything to go by, the remainder of the summer, perhaps his life, would be all the better with Celestia included.
