-1A/N: Hey guys. This is a quickie that I whipped up before work, I'm thinking about continuing with it. So tell me what you think, hope you enjoy it. Oh and thankyou to everyone who reviewed my last stories, really appetite it.
Rea
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Harry Potter.
"I'm sorry Hermione," he said, "I can't turn this down."
"Bullshit, Draco. We haven't had even a weekend together for months."
"I know, but this really is more important. If it all comes off, I'll be in line for the promotion to regional director, with both more money and time together."
I thought I'd had this organized for more than a month now, getting away for a week at Ginny's father's cabin up on Lake Tahoe. Ginny and I had known each other since Hogwarts, and as a pair of couples, Ginny and Blaise, and Draco and I, we'd been friends for years. Now, a day before the trip, Draco was cancelling.
"Well, I'm still going. I'm not staying here while you work."
"That's a good idea. I promise I'll make it up to you somehow."
I sighed. There was no point trying to convince him otherwise. Draco had been focused on work like this for nearly a year, he said as a part of his career strategy. What it was doing was destroying our love life. I'd come to some understanding of this, and I was determined to change it.
In the late morning it was only three of us, and we headed off to Lake Tahoe. My 8 year-old Chevy Blazer was packed to the roof with all of our gear, we had decide to make a muggle entrance o make things feel more laid back.
What used to take three hours is now nearly four. Road works, detours and plenty of Starbuck stops for Blaise the caffeine addict caused most of the delays, but it was still light out when we got to the cabin.
Blaise was only inside for a moment when he came back out. Ginny and I were still unloading bags and coolers.
"I can't see any firewood, Gin," he said.
"Oh crap! My brother must have been up since New Year," said Ginny.
"I'll run down to Incline Village and get some."
"You could try to chop some yourself," she suggested.
"What? And take my leg off?"
"Oh, yeah. Clumsy."
Blaise blushed, flicked a glance my way and departed in my Blazer. Ginny and I carried our gear inside the cabin. Actually, cabin is a disservice. It's a miniature lodge, with 2 bedrooms with a common bathroom/spa on the second floor, kitchen, living room and small bedroom and bathroom on the ground floor. The place has central air-conditioning, but there's no substitute for a real fire when the weather turns cold, just like it has been for the last 2 weeks.
"Is Blaise really that clumsy?" I asked.
Ginny blushed a little before answering.
"Let me just say," she said with a sparkle in her eye, "the other night he was aiming for one hole, and ended at the other."
My mouth dropped open.
"Oh, don't look so horrified, Mia" she continued.
"It was an accident."
"But - but, what - how?" I said.
"He was behind me. One moment he was pulling out of me, and the next his dick was at my asshole, and we both just, well, pushed."
"Jesus, Ginny! Didn't it hurt?"
She shook her head.
"Only a little, and it was nothing compared to how much we both enjoyed it."
"Oh, you didn't!"
"Yeah, we did, but I don't know if we'll do it again."
"I should hope not." Even I could hear the indignation in my own voice, and now I was embarrassed. "I'm sorry Ginny. I didn't mean to say that."
"Well, I guess that answers my question about whether you and Draco have done it."
I looked at her in horror, and she just laughed.
Whenever we're at the cabin we take turns cooking dinner, so after we finished putting away the gear, I started dinner, pan-fried chicken breasts, stuffed with dried tomatoes and fetta cheese and a salad. Blaise would be back soon, and so we'd already opened the bottle of and were toasting each other.
"With Draco working most of the time, we're not together much anymore," I said, not looking at her.
"Oh. Sooo, this trip was supposed to -?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry Mia."
"It sure feels like he's lost interest in me; certainly compared to his job."
"Looking for tips?" she asked me, waggling her eyebrows.
"I don't think I could try what you and Blaise did."
Ginny sighed and put down the dishes.
"You've gotten really conservative since college."
It was my turn to blush.
"Blaise and I went through something like that a while back, but we were reminded that there's plenty more experiences out there."
Blaise came back before we could continue our talk.
He immediately put himself in charge of lighting the fire, while Ginny and I finished making dinner, and we ate sitting in the sofas surrounding the fireplace.
The day's activities had worn us all out, and we soon headed off to bed, Ginny and Blaise at one end of upstairs, and me in the other.
My bladder woke me up about three hours later.
Without putting on the light in the bathroom, hoping to maintain the illusion of sleep by not lighting up the night, I peed as quietly as I could. As I sat there, almost nodding off back to sleep, I suddenly realized that there were sounds coming from Ginny and Blaise's room.
From where I sat, I couldn't see the bathroom door on their side, but I had assumed that it would be closed. It came as a surprise to hear everything so clearly, and after I finished peeing, I crept carefully over to the door. In the darkness I could see the sliding door was only closed about half way, and I could see into their bedroom. Just from the sounds alone, I could tell Ginny and Blaise were really into it. This was enough to make me sad, because Draco wasn't here to do the same thing to me, but I did start to get a little aroused too.
The sound of skin slapping on skin, groans from the both of them, now in concert with the slapping, were finally joined by Ginny saying, over and over; 'fuck, fuck, fuck'. My nipples were definitely standing up, aching to be touched, but I decided to go back to bed.
I had just turned to go back to bed, when I heard what Ginny said;
"Yeah," she said, "fuck me, fuck my ass."
I couldn't believe it. Ginny said she'd never do it again. I edged my head around the door, and with the moonlight streaming onto them from the skylight, I watched Blaise sliding his cock into Ginny's ass. The way she moved her body was amazing, on her knees and hands, but bucking like a bow as she pushed back onto him, and then the two of them pulling apart slowly, and pushing back in harder and faster. When Blaise reached around her waist to play with her, my own hand went automatically to myself, playing and stroking, and I watched and heard them both come, Blaise buried inside Ginny's ass.
I couldn't finish myself off, and now I was feeling self-conscious. I quickly crept back to my bed. I was more than a little shocked that Ginny had asked Blaise to do that to her. She'd told me that there was no need to do that again, but clearly she felt different. I was incredibly aroused from listening to them fuck, a situation I tried to resolve with my own hand, but the sight and thoughts of what had happened disturbed me enough that I couldn't finish, and so I was awake for most of the night.
Ginny had said I'd become conservative, unable to try new things. It looked like she was right.