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About Fic: This is an R rated story because of sex scenes. When I read OoTP I wondered about Roger Davies and what kind of guy he was. Smooth, sexy and caddish came to mind! Here's his POV. I'm aiming for a couple of chapters, all from different characters POV's on the man - RD!
Please review, I appreciate it greatly and if you have any questions about this fic do not hesistate to contact me on whippersnapper_@hotmail.com
Happy Reading!
Roger Davies: Cad, Womaniser, The Best You've Had!
I go for blondes, I do. Always had a soft spot for the fair haired, blue eyed type. And, it has to be said, not being vain or anything... they've got a thing for me too. Ever since I was a lad I've had girls coming up to me and flirting - my dad's the same. We both return the compliment. It's like, a sport, kind of. Well, not half as good as Quidditch, but you know what I mean. And if you're lucky, you score by the end.
I first started getting interested in girls when I was eleven or so. I started 'growing up' relatively early, so I was almost as tall as some sixteen year old girls when I was only in my first year at Hogwarts. I'm quite a handsome chap. The dead spit of my dad when he was my age. I've got dark brown, almost black hair, cut in a stylish way of course, slightly spiky. My eyes, now they're my best feature, or so all the girls say. even my mum! Very crystalline blue. Weird describing your own eyes, a boy's eyes no less, as 'crystalline'. But I'm just repeating what I've been told many times before.
As I said, I'm tall, and I've got one of those bodies that aren't skinny, or fat. Just right, in the middle. Muscular. I've also got a year round tan that comes from playing Quidditch all my life and the Davies family annual four week holiday to Skiathos during the summer. In fact, it was on holiday that I first did the 'dirty deed'.
First of all, I'll talk about Skiathos, since I like to know the background of things, and I know most people like to know things like that as well. Skiathos is an island in Greece, and just getting popular with Muggle tourists from Britain. My family's been going there for years. ever since I can remember. What the Muggleborns on the island and the Muggle tourists don't know is that Skiathos is a very popular place for Wizarding families to spend their summer. Especially the resort of Lalaria, where the apartments (run by Manos and his family, they are Wizards from the island) are situated. There was a family new to the apartments that year, called the Fredrikssons. Nils and Birgitta ran their own vintage broomstick business in Stockholm and had three daughters, Aina, Anki and Anja - fifteen, sixteen and seventeen respectively.
The minute I was introduced to them I thought 'phwoaar'. There's something so sexy about the way blonde hair turned fairer in the sun and team that with a husky, exotic accent and the typical red-blooded fifteen year old male would be in ecstasy. Times that by three and well. let's just say that my showers took longer than usual.
Afterwards, my dad told me to "get in there my son!" Got an eye for the ladies, he does. Almost cost him his marriage when he had an affair with a co-worker a couple of years ago. I was twelve or so, and I remember the day my mum found out because she went mental. She was seriously furious with him, but got revenge by putting a spell on him that made his pearly whites disappear for three months.
After seeing her 'attractive, rich colleague' with a toothless mouth and a black eye (courtesy of Mrs Davies, of course) and being sent a Howler by the woman scorned, she quit her job and went to work for the Kazakhstan Ministry of Magic.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, Skiathos and those dazzling lovelies. Well, they didn't really speak to me, they were all really shy, you see - and so was I. I got kind of tongue tied around beautiful girls. One day both of our families took a boat trip around the island, which was packed with Muggles. My parents, Nils and Birgitta headed straight for the top deck to do some serious sunbathing so Aina, Anki, Anja and I went down to the bottom deck to have a drink in the shade.
It was empty apart from a very old Muggle, wearing bizarre woolly socks with sandals. He was sleeping, and slavering. Nice. We sat in a secluded section of the deck, in front of the air conditioning. It was absolutely roasting outside, but on the bottom deck it was pleasantly cool. I sat down onto this white bench and sipped my drink, while the girls sat scattered around me. Still silent. They barely spoke to me, so I was thankful for the juice because it was easier to hide my discomfort at the silence.
Sip, sip, sip. Suddenly, Anki, the girl my age, shifted closer and put her surprisingly cool hand on my tanned knee. I didn't do anything, just stayed still and kept on swallowing my drink, as I thought her hand would be lifted in a minute and that she did it by accident.
But I looked up at Anki who was on my right, and she started caressing my leg, rubbing it. By this time I was positive it was no accident. Call me naive but I wasn't really used to girls taking the initiative, and it was kind of unnerving how she wasn't speaking and her sisters were watching. But soon, Aina, the youngest, who had been lolling about on my left, put her drink down onto the table, then leaned in towards me, her pink lips wet. She kissed me, softly slipping her tongue in between mine. She was a fabulous kisser - much better than I was at fifteen and it led me to believe that she was much, much more experienced than I was.
While this happened, Anki had moved her hand up my shorts and I felt a stirring in my shorts. She snaked her hand further up my thigh, stroking as she went up. and up.up - as Aina revved up the pressure on the kiss.
This was all done without a single spoken word. I felt like groaning, moaning, screaming but I knew it would spoil the atmosphere. They were all so. *sexy* that day; all of them were dressed alike - white hot pants, small pink bikini with a crisp white vest over it, flip-flops that they took off as soon as we got onto the boat.
Anja was the girl who took my virginity. Seventeen, so much more experienced in the art of lovemaking than my wet behind the ears (nearly) sixteen. It was quick, and messy. I guess I was a little too excited. But, overall, I was pleased with it. When you hear about first times, they are always uncomfortable and really rubbish. I still can't believe that I had sex, with one stunning Swede, and got the foreplay from her two equally striking sisters. But, now I'm thinking back, wasn't it *peculiar* for the Fredriksson sisters to do that kind of thing together on me? Well, not that I'm complaining or anything.but isn't it strange?
The rest of the holiday was a whirl of kisses - those from Anki and Aina, and three more sexual experiences concerning Anja. She always started them, not me. When I went to Hogwarts that summer, I was different. Cooler, more confident, and a sexual stallion! (Well, if not a sexual stallion, a sexual.something or other.)
After that, well, you can't say my animal magnetism didn't attract the girls from all the Houses at Hogwarts! Ravenclaw is the kind of house that relates well to everyone, so I had admirers from Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and my own house. Before I had been well fancied, but now, now the girls were slavering all over me. Can't say it was a bad thing!
After that summer, I started seriously dating. Before the sex with Anja, I fooled around with some of the girls from Ravenclaw, but it was different. I was a man, I could do what I liked, and if the girls were willing, why not?
About Fic: This is an R rated story because of sex scenes. When I read OoTP I wondered about Roger Davies and what kind of guy he was. Smooth, sexy and caddish came to mind! Here's his POV. I'm aiming for a couple of chapters, all from different characters POV's on the man - RD!
Please review, I appreciate it greatly and if you have any questions about this fic do not hesistate to contact me on whippersnapper_@hotmail.com
Happy Reading!
Roger Davies: Cad, Womaniser, The Best You've Had!
I go for blondes, I do. Always had a soft spot for the fair haired, blue eyed type. And, it has to be said, not being vain or anything... they've got a thing for me too. Ever since I was a lad I've had girls coming up to me and flirting - my dad's the same. We both return the compliment. It's like, a sport, kind of. Well, not half as good as Quidditch, but you know what I mean. And if you're lucky, you score by the end.
I first started getting interested in girls when I was eleven or so. I started 'growing up' relatively early, so I was almost as tall as some sixteen year old girls when I was only in my first year at Hogwarts. I'm quite a handsome chap. The dead spit of my dad when he was my age. I've got dark brown, almost black hair, cut in a stylish way of course, slightly spiky. My eyes, now they're my best feature, or so all the girls say. even my mum! Very crystalline blue. Weird describing your own eyes, a boy's eyes no less, as 'crystalline'. But I'm just repeating what I've been told many times before.
As I said, I'm tall, and I've got one of those bodies that aren't skinny, or fat. Just right, in the middle. Muscular. I've also got a year round tan that comes from playing Quidditch all my life and the Davies family annual four week holiday to Skiathos during the summer. In fact, it was on holiday that I first did the 'dirty deed'.
First of all, I'll talk about Skiathos, since I like to know the background of things, and I know most people like to know things like that as well. Skiathos is an island in Greece, and just getting popular with Muggle tourists from Britain. My family's been going there for years. ever since I can remember. What the Muggleborns on the island and the Muggle tourists don't know is that Skiathos is a very popular place for Wizarding families to spend their summer. Especially the resort of Lalaria, where the apartments (run by Manos and his family, they are Wizards from the island) are situated. There was a family new to the apartments that year, called the Fredrikssons. Nils and Birgitta ran their own vintage broomstick business in Stockholm and had three daughters, Aina, Anki and Anja - fifteen, sixteen and seventeen respectively.
The minute I was introduced to them I thought 'phwoaar'. There's something so sexy about the way blonde hair turned fairer in the sun and team that with a husky, exotic accent and the typical red-blooded fifteen year old male would be in ecstasy. Times that by three and well. let's just say that my showers took longer than usual.
Afterwards, my dad told me to "get in there my son!" Got an eye for the ladies, he does. Almost cost him his marriage when he had an affair with a co-worker a couple of years ago. I was twelve or so, and I remember the day my mum found out because she went mental. She was seriously furious with him, but got revenge by putting a spell on him that made his pearly whites disappear for three months.
After seeing her 'attractive, rich colleague' with a toothless mouth and a black eye (courtesy of Mrs Davies, of course) and being sent a Howler by the woman scorned, she quit her job and went to work for the Kazakhstan Ministry of Magic.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, Skiathos and those dazzling lovelies. Well, they didn't really speak to me, they were all really shy, you see - and so was I. I got kind of tongue tied around beautiful girls. One day both of our families took a boat trip around the island, which was packed with Muggles. My parents, Nils and Birgitta headed straight for the top deck to do some serious sunbathing so Aina, Anki, Anja and I went down to the bottom deck to have a drink in the shade.
It was empty apart from a very old Muggle, wearing bizarre woolly socks with sandals. He was sleeping, and slavering. Nice. We sat in a secluded section of the deck, in front of the air conditioning. It was absolutely roasting outside, but on the bottom deck it was pleasantly cool. I sat down onto this white bench and sipped my drink, while the girls sat scattered around me. Still silent. They barely spoke to me, so I was thankful for the juice because it was easier to hide my discomfort at the silence.
Sip, sip, sip. Suddenly, Anki, the girl my age, shifted closer and put her surprisingly cool hand on my tanned knee. I didn't do anything, just stayed still and kept on swallowing my drink, as I thought her hand would be lifted in a minute and that she did it by accident.
But I looked up at Anki who was on my right, and she started caressing my leg, rubbing it. By this time I was positive it was no accident. Call me naive but I wasn't really used to girls taking the initiative, and it was kind of unnerving how she wasn't speaking and her sisters were watching. But soon, Aina, the youngest, who had been lolling about on my left, put her drink down onto the table, then leaned in towards me, her pink lips wet. She kissed me, softly slipping her tongue in between mine. She was a fabulous kisser - much better than I was at fifteen and it led me to believe that she was much, much more experienced than I was.
While this happened, Anki had moved her hand up my shorts and I felt a stirring in my shorts. She snaked her hand further up my thigh, stroking as she went up. and up.up - as Aina revved up the pressure on the kiss.
This was all done without a single spoken word. I felt like groaning, moaning, screaming but I knew it would spoil the atmosphere. They were all so. *sexy* that day; all of them were dressed alike - white hot pants, small pink bikini with a crisp white vest over it, flip-flops that they took off as soon as we got onto the boat.
Anja was the girl who took my virginity. Seventeen, so much more experienced in the art of lovemaking than my wet behind the ears (nearly) sixteen. It was quick, and messy. I guess I was a little too excited. But, overall, I was pleased with it. When you hear about first times, they are always uncomfortable and really rubbish. I still can't believe that I had sex, with one stunning Swede, and got the foreplay from her two equally striking sisters. But, now I'm thinking back, wasn't it *peculiar* for the Fredriksson sisters to do that kind of thing together on me? Well, not that I'm complaining or anything.but isn't it strange?
The rest of the holiday was a whirl of kisses - those from Anki and Aina, and three more sexual experiences concerning Anja. She always started them, not me. When I went to Hogwarts that summer, I was different. Cooler, more confident, and a sexual stallion! (Well, if not a sexual stallion, a sexual.something or other.)
After that, well, you can't say my animal magnetism didn't attract the girls from all the Houses at Hogwarts! Ravenclaw is the kind of house that relates well to everyone, so I had admirers from Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and my own house. Before I had been well fancied, but now, now the girls were slavering all over me. Can't say it was a bad thing!
After that summer, I started seriously dating. Before the sex with Anja, I fooled around with some of the girls from Ravenclaw, but it was different. I was a man, I could do what I liked, and if the girls were willing, why not?