Darkness fell as George sat at the edge of the lake. He had never felt so alone in his life as he did at that moment. He had left just after Fred's funeral; he couldn't stand the way everyone was looking at him.
Small hands suddenly gripped his shoulders gently, a face sliding next to his. She stared at the lake for several minutes before moving to stand in front of him. She slid her pretty yellow dress down her body and stepped gracefully out of it. His eyes left the water to stare instead at the slim girl before him, as she removed her bra and panties, setting them on top of her dress.
Kneeling in front of him, she unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off, her long blonde hair brushing against him as she leaned in. Her hands traveled down to his trousers and paused only for a second before opening them.
Reaching in, she pulled his length from his pants and stroked it slowly, until it was swollen and firm. George leaned back on his elbows, concentrating on the feel of her hands and the soft bouncing of her breasts.
Pulling her hair to the side, she moved forward, straddling his lap. She guided him with her hand, her mouth falling open silently as he filled her. Without words, she began to slide up and down his shaft, dropping her head back in pleasure, her hair tickled his thighs pleasantly.
He could no longer remain passive, and he began to thrust up to meet her. Long minutes passed as they continued until she gasped aloud, her body bearing down on him. He grunted once as he spilled into her and his hand moved from her shoulder to her beautiful hair. Her hands came up to brush the tears away from his cheeks and she leaned in to kiss him sweetly before leaving his body.
She slipped her clothes back on casually and turned as if to leave.
"Luna?" he rasped, voice rough from disuse and emotion.
She turned back to him and smiled softly, reaching a hand out to him.
He struggled a moment, then accepted her hand and its offer. He stood, closing his trousers and allowed her to lead him home.
The End.