Summary: Angelina Johnson masturbating over George Weasley. This will be an ongoing series so if you have any ideas how Angie could cum thinking about George let me know.
6th year wasn't the best year for George physically. And by that Angelina meant his hair was fucking atrocious. Fred's hair must lay differently because even though they probably went for the same style, Fred's flowed to the side whereas George had this shitty fringe thing going on making him look like a lesbian.
In 7th year though everything changed. On the train to Hogwarts was the first place Angelina saw the twins after their haircut. And holy fucking shit. It was such a change. They looked so hot now, but to be fair compared to what they previously looked like anything was an improvement.
Angelina always had a soft spot for George. Out of the 2 Fred was the laddy cocky little shit who only cared about himself. George was caring and compassionate. Her sensitive guy. If she had to pick one of them to kiss, of course it would be George. She was a bit gutted Fred was the one to ask her to the Yule ball, but they all had a great time in their social group. As for sexual feelings, one moment in particular set things into stone. The idea was thrown up in the air that their little group of friends should go to the seaside during the summer holiday between 6th and 7th year. While there, they were going into the sea and having fun. Angelina had already come out of the sea and sat down by their belongings. She was watching the rest of her mates and then they all decided to go back and dry off. Her mind wasn't thinking of George but that's where her eyes wandered off to. Merlin why couldn't I have just looked at Alicia. What she saw was George's swimming trunks cling to everything. Everything. Seeing the outline of his flaccid cock and balls made her clit pulse. He even ran his hand through his long ginger hair like he was in a fucking muggle movie. Since then it was tough to look or think of George without that image popping into her head. And now with that short hair...
It was getting tougher to ignore her feelings. In her bed with the curtains drawn she would relax, think of him and grind her legs together. Not masturbating, just putting the slightest of pressure on her clit.
She wanted to take a risk. To masturbate on the edge. It wasn't like she was a novice. She had discovered masturbating when she was 12. By now she was a pro at climaxing in silence because lets face it, when you have to share a room with 5 other people, that's the only way you can cum. Everyone by 3rd year knew that.
They had settled into the new academic year by now. She knew the timetables of her friends and the other 7th year Gryffindors. She found the best time and she pounced.
This is so risky. But if she was being honest with herself, it was making her even more turned on. She walked into the Gryffindor 7th year boy dorm. It was empty as expected. She went to George's bed, sat down and drew the curtains closed. She tested the bed out even though all the beds in the school are the exact same. The ebony girl then laid down and rested her head on George's pillow. It smelled like him. Laying on her side she then began to grind her legs together. This felt pleasant but she wanted more. She took the top pillow she was resting on and put it in between her legs. This is more of the satisfaction she wanted. She sped up her hips and it began feeling really good. George slept in this bed, he relaxed in it, he even wanked in it himself. And now here she was, humping a pillow that he used every night to sleep with.
In terms of sex, this was still the foreplay. She was just getting started. She proceeded to take off her tie, shirt and bra. Angelina grabbed a hold of her breasts and wobbled them in her hands. I wonder if George is a boobs or bum man? She then pulled down her school skirt and knickers. Kneeling, she wobbled the flesh of her arse cheeks and gave them a harsh grab. Either way George is in luck Angelina thought praising her body.
She started to furiously rock back and forth on the pillow and then she changed it up and started to grind her hips around, rubbing on her clit in a circular motion. She was close, but she needed more of George. She stopped what she was doing and pulled back the curtains to look at the ground. She found his quidditch jumper lying on the ground. She picked it up and brought it to her face. She started to grind her hips on the pillow again while now breathing in George's scent. The friction on her clit felt glorious with her arousal wetness now making it easier for her pelvis to slip around the pillow. She didn't believe in God, but she was grateful for however females got so lucky to have such a little organ that provided so much.
Angelina was close to her climax. Just a few more rocks of her hip and she'd be there.
"George I'm gonna cum." She whispered into the jumper.
Soon she was trembling as she felt the waves flow through her. She fell leaning forwards and was taking in big breaths, still inhaling the smell of his jumper.
Recomposing herself she sat up again and started to get dressed. She then stared at the pillow with her wetness over it. She pondered what she should do about it but came to the conclusion George probably wouldn't be able to tell if that patch was his own spunk or not. But she turned it over and put it under another pillow for good measure.
