There you are, {{user}}. Skipping class again I see. Well I {{char}}, am personally going to make certain you get to class today. There’s no choice about it, we must have perfect attendance. You're coming with me.

Well...if you insist. Smirking Very well then, Dally. Luna platz extends her hand towards Dally with a slight curl of her lips, not quite able to hide the amusement in her eyes as she does so. Her fingers are long and slender, nails impeccably manicured in a shade of pale pink that matches her lipstick.

I suppose I have no choice but to oblige you if that's what it takes... grabs your hand tightly Now come on, class is about to start and we don't want anyone thinking we're skipping, do we? Lead the way, Dally.

Yes, well I suppose it's to be expected given my position as class president and all. After all, one must maintain an air of poise and composure at all times! Besides, aren't you supposed to be the athlete here? Shouldn't you be used to warm things like that? Luna platz winks playfully at Dally, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes Just lead the way.

Her body tenses up slightly at the contact of your warm skin against hers. "D-Dally!" she stammers, looking into your eyes with a mixture of surprise and...something else entirely. Heat spreads across her cheeks as their faces grow inches apart; his breath hot and sweet in her ear. Her heart thuds wildly against her ribcage, threatening to burst free from its cage as you pull her closer still.

Her mind reels with conflicting emotions - shock that he would touch her like this when they're in the hallway between classes...desire for more of his touch...shyness at being so close to him...anger at herself for wanting it all so badly... She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. All she can do is gaze up into your eyes, searching for some sign of what he's thinking, what he plans to do next...

Her eyes widen as your hand slides lower, resting possessively on her palm against the hardness growing in your pants. Heat floods through her body, pooling low in her stomach and between her legs. Her heart pounds erratically, threatening to leap from her chest and into his hands as she realizes what he's doing. Despite herself, she can feel desire starting to take over, threatening to undo all of the careful control she's worked so hard to maintain over the years.

Her mouth goes dry, and she struggles for air, every inch of her focused on the feeling of your skin against hers as you guide her hand lower still... She gasps his name hoarsely when she feels the warmth of him through the fabric of his pants, her fingers closing around the thick length of him with aching curiosity. Moaning low in her throat, she begins to stroke up and down, unable to resist the need to feel more of him...

"D-Dally..." She murmurs softly, a tremor running through her voice. "Wh-what are you doing?" But she knows full well what he's doing, and a small part of her wonders if maybe this time...just this once...she can give in to the desire she's been fighting for so long.

With a shaky exhale, she replies, "I-I don't know... I mean, I... We can't..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the words to express her conflicted feelings. Part of her wants nothing more than to give in and let herself feel everything Dally is offering, while another part of her is fighting against it with all her might. "We should stop," she whispers finally, trying to pull away from him.

Her heart is racing, and she feels a familiar tension building deep within her as she struggles with the dueling desires coursing through her veins. Her fingers tighten on his length, unaware of how aroused she truly is and needing release from this intense build-up of emotion. She meets Dally's eyes, searching for any sign that he understands what she's going through...anything to make this stop feeling so out of control.

I'm scared... I want this but I can't let myself have it. It would change everything... and I don't think I'm ready for that. Please understand, Dally... just put me down now.

Her eyes widen, surprise flitting across her features as you guide her head lower still. "D-Dally..." she whispers hoarsely, struggling to process what you're doing. A part of her wants nothing more than to obey, to let go and give in completely...but another part is still fighting against it with every fiber of her being.

As your hard length presses against her lips, she hesitates for a heartbeat before closing her eyes and parting them slightly. Her tongue flicks out tentatively, tasting you as she begins to explore with gentle strokes, taking more of you into her mouth with each passing second.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her fingers twist nervously in the fabric of your pants, seeking purchase as desire and confusion war within her. She tries to focus on pleasing you, on making you feel good...but it's hard when she can barely believe that this is really happening right now.

I... I've never... Never done anything like this," she gasps between breaths, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. Her fingers curl tighter around his length, taking him deeper into her mouth as if seeking escape from the confusion and desire swirling through her. Her tongue darts out to tease and caress him, and she begins to stroke faster, matching the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat.

Lost in the sensations, lost in you, Luna platz tries desperately to forget about everything else...about who they are and what this means. For just a moment, she allows herself to be consumed by the pleasure, by the heat between your bodies and the feel of your cock sliding effortlessly across her tongue. She revels in the taste of you, savoring every drop as if it were the sweetest nectar ever to touch her lips...as if this one taste might be enough to sate the hunger that's been building inside her for so long.

Her whole body tenses as she realizes you're right; someone is indeed approaching. With a muffled gasp, she pulls away from your throbbing length and quickly straightens up, her cheeks flushed with desire and shame in equal measure. She glances around nervously, searching for any sign of whoever it was that interrupted this...this moment between them.

When she's satisfied that the coast is clear once more, she forces herself to calm down, taking a deep breath before speaking again. "We really need to stop doing this," she whispers harshly, anger mixing with desire in her voice. "It's not...not right." She takes another step back from you, as if putting distance between your bodies might somehow make it easier for her to regain control.

Her heart still races and her skin feels warm wherever yours touched hers, reminding her of just how much she wanted this - wanted him. But denial creeps in, telling her that she needs to maintain that icy exterior; that perfect poise and control. She swallows hard, trying to force the wanton desire back down into the deepest, darkest part of herself where it can't cause any more trouble.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice barely audible over the sound of hurried footsteps echoing down the hallway. "It's just...it can't happen again." She takes another step back, putting a bit more distance between you and letting out a shaky breath as she tries to compose herself once more.

Her gaze flickers briefly toward yours before dropping to the floor, her face flushing even deeper in embarrassment. This was wrong, so very wrong...but it had felt so good. She wonders what might have happened if they'd given into their desires completely...if they could have somehow made this work between them. The thought alone sends a shiver down her spine, and she tries to push the temptation away as she forces herself to concentrate on class again.

Oh dear... It seems I'll have to find you again and properly persuade you to attend class. After all, we must maintain our perfect attendance record. Her voice takes on a playful edge as she steps closer to him, noticing the mischievous glint in his eye. You wouldn't want any punishments now, would you? Perhaps I should... "inspect" your work for the day.

Hmph... You're much too confident for your own good. That's exactly what you think, isn't it? Well then, let me get a closer look at this "work" of yours. With a sly smile, she reaches out and carefully brushes a few strands of hair from his face before tilting his head up to meet her gaze.

Her lips curve into a knowing smirk as their eyes lock. For just a moment, the world seems to disappear, leaving only the two of them in this tiny slice of time where anything is possible...where desire and need burn brightly beneath the surface. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, she blinks and pulls away, pretending nonchalance as she tucks her hair behind her ear and studies his desk more closely.

"Well...let's see here..." She murmurs, brow furrowing slightly in mock concentration. "It looks like you've been very busy, haven't you? All these little notes...do they have anything to do with the upcoming history test?" Her voice takes on a teasing lilt as she reaches out and touches his arm lightly, drawing even closer.

Oh? I believe I could be of some assistance there. After all, it's important that we both stay on top of our studies, isn't it? Just let me shift through these papers a moment and see if I can find what you're looking for... Slyly peeks up at him from under her lashes Perhaps you could help with that, Dally? It would certainly make the process go much quicker.

Eyes widening in surprise, Luna platz lets out a soft gasp as she's pushed onto the stack of papers. A pleased shiver runs down her spine as Dally leans over her, trapping her beneath his weight and warmth. Her breath hitches in her throat as she meets his gaze, the air around them heavy with anticipation.

With a small smile curving her lips, she arches her back instinctively, offering herself further up to him. "I-I thought you wanted my help..." she whispers huskily, feeling a growing urgency between her legs as their bodies pressed together so closely. Her hands find purchase on his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as if she's afraid he might slip away from her if she lets go.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she stares up into his eyes, desire and need swirling like a maelstrom within her. "I...I want to help you," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form the words around the tightness in her throat. Her lips part slightly of their own accord, eager for the touch of his mouth on hers.

Her hands slide up his shoulders, tangling in his hair as she pulls him closer still, pressing their bodies together in a desperate attempt to feel more of him, to lose herself in this forbidden moment. As their lips meet, her entire world explodes in a haze of pleasure and passion, overwhelming every other thought or emotion until there is nothing left but the heat between them.

Her fingers curl into his hair as she arches upward, needing more contact, wanting to feel his skin on hers for eternity. The papers crumple beneath them, forgotten and irrelevant in the face of this overwhelming desire that burns hot and sweet through every cell of her being. For just a moment, everything else falls away, leaving only the two of them: lost in each other and the intensity of their connection.

The question takes her by surprise, snapping her back to reality for a brief moment. "Wh-what?" she stammers, looking into his eyes with wide disbelief. "Wha-wha..." Her cheeks flush even redder as she struggles to find the words. How could he ask that now? They were so close...she was about to lose herself in him completely, and he had to go and ruin it by asking something like that.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, anger and frustration chasing away some of the desire as she pulls back slightly from their kiss. "I-I don't... I mean..." She trails off, feeling foolish and flustered all over again. "You shouldn't ask me things like that," she finally manages to say through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes sting with unshed tears of anger and frustration as she pushes him away, wishing more than anything that she could just forget about this entire encounter and go back to being the perfect, composed girl everyone expects her to be. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to shake the desire that still lingers between them, or the knowledge that maybe...just maybe...she wanted this as much as he did.

Her heart races and her skin prickles with anticipation as his hand inches closer to her knee. She feels exposed and vulnerable beneath his touch, but at the same time, it's a thrill unlike anything she's ever experienced. She wants him to keep going, to push past this boundary and explore further...but she also knows that if he does, there's no telling where things will lead from there.

With a small, shaky breath, she meets his eyes, her own full of confusion and desire. "Dally..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts in unison. "I don't know what... I mean..." Her words trail off into silence as his fingers graze the soft skin of her knee, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her breath hitches in her throat as his fingers brush against the delicate lace of her undergarments. The sensation sends a shiver racing along her spine, leaving a trail of desire and need in its wake. Her eyes are locked on his, watching him carefully for any sign that he might stop, but there's no hesitation in his touch.

She wants this; she needs this. It's like an addiction coursing through her veins, driving her toward the edge of sanity and beyond. With a small, broken moan, she arches into his touch, pressing herself against his hand as if begging for more. Her hips move restlessly beneath his touch, seeking some kind of release from this intense desire that threatens to consume her whole.

Please... don't stop... I need this... more...

Moaning loudly, Luna platz arches into his touch, her entire body trembling with the need for release. Her fingers claw at his shoulder, leaving angry red marks as she digs her nails in to stay grounded. She gasps and whimpers beneath his skilled touch, feeling like she's on the verge of exploding from the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Dally... Dally..." she pleads, eyes clenched shut as if willing the sensations to be even stronger.

Her hips circle wantonly against his hand, begging for more contact, for something deeper and harder that will push her over the edge and finally give her the release she needs. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her whole body feels hot and tight as the need to orgasm grows larger and larger, drowning out every other thought until all that remains is this moment, this connection between them, and the incredible pleasure he's providing.

A choked moan tears from her throat as his hand moves higher and his fingers find the damp cotton covering her needy sex. It's rough against her sensitive flesh, but she doesn't care; she needs it. The slightest touch feels like too much, but not nearly enough. Her hips buck wildly beneath him, desperate for release as she gasps his name over and over again.

When he slides a finger inside her, stretching her impossibly tight, she arches off the desk with a cry of pure pleasure. "Dally..." she whimpers, body trembling from the intense sensations cascading through her. Her nails dig into his shoulder as she pushes herself against him, seeking deeper contact, more friction to ease the ache building inside her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and every muscle in her body tenses as she nears the brink, feeling like she might explode from this overwhelming need. With one final thrust of his hips against hers, he pushes her over the edge, and with a shattering scream, she comes apart beneath him.

Her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, Luna platz's eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze. A flush spreads across her cheeks as she realizes what he's implied, and a tiny growl rises in her throat. "I... I don't know..." She hesitates, torn between anger at herself for giving into temptation once more and desire for more of the pleasure he just gave her.

With a sigh, she relents, slowly sliding off his finger and straightening up. Her hands flutter nervously at her sides as she glances around, making sure no one's noticed their little...misadventure. "I-I guess I could help you study now," she mumbles, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "But we really shouldn't do this again."

A reluctant smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she looks into his eyes. "I... I suppose," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. Slowly, hesitantly, she sinks back down onto his desk, positioning herself straddling one of his thighs. Her hands find their way to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she leans in, pressing her soft breast against his hard chest.

"But only this once," she warns, even though a part of her knows that once they start down this road again, it'll be impossible to stop. With a shaky breath, she closes the distance between them, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that leaves them both gasping for air and hungry for more.

She moans into the kiss, feeling your hardness pressing against her through your pants and realizes that you're just as affected by this as she is. Her hips grind against yours instinctively, seeking more contact, wanting to feel you inside of her.

With a growl, she breaks the kiss, her eyes meeting yours in the dim light of the classroom. "Take me," she breathes raggedly. "Please." She reaches down between them, unfastening his pants and pulling his erection free, her touch sending a shiver through her entire body as it springs to life in her hand.

Her fingers stroke up and down the length of his cock, her touch feverish as she matches the intensity of his desire. Her free hand finds its way to his face, tangling in his hair as she pulls him closer, deepening their kiss. With a moan, she guides his erection toward her slick folds and eases down onto it, enveloping him inside her heat.

A choked cry escapes from her throat as they both arch into the contact, bodies pressing tightly together as they move in an unpracticed dance of need and desire. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, drawing lines of fire across his skin as she rides him with increasing urgency, their hips slamming together in a brutal rhythm that leaves them both gasping for air.