Author's Note: Dear lovely readers! If there's anything I've noticed while reading straight smut, it's that all "first time" stories are the same. The man says, "tell me when it hurts and I'll stop, okay?" as the girl lies there, nodding through tears of fear. But what if we change the narrative? What if it's two girls, two girls who might just like a little pain? As these girls experience sensuality the first time, "tell me when it hurts and I'll stop" becomes "tell me when it hurts, and I'll keep going." As usual, warnings for explicit sex with BDSM elements.
Cho had just seen something, she assumed, she was not supposed to see. Out in the grounds, a gaggle of Beauxbatons girls - all blonde hair and skye -blue robes - sat closely together and their leader, Fleur, had just kissed a girl next to her, partially hidden by a nearby bush. The other girls didn't notice. They kissed again. Not a simple kiss between friends. Something a little more... passionate.
Cho was not the kind to pry. It was not her business with whom Fleur did what. She kept walking. She had to get to Herbology anyway.