She felt decidedly naughty today. She'd woken up like that. Horny beyond belief. She didn't have time to settle the issue as she had class to attend. In the shower she swiped her pussy a couple of times while cleaning it, just enough to get a frisson of pleasure. She thought of the boys she had just recently started noticing. Far later than her peers. I wonder how they'd react if they saw me do this. Rubbing my pussy in front of them. I bet most of them haven't even seen a vagina before!
She honestly could tell who had and hadn't. And out of that thought, a seed of an idea germinated till it occupied her mind. What if she showed the boys her pussy?
Oh it was a deliciously bad idea. Her aunt would have called her a hussy had she known. The prudish bint. The idea consumed her till she found herself listing the pros and cons.
Pros: she'd be able to fluster those poor boys, it would provide tons of masturbatory material and it was a sort of body confidence test right?
Cons: she's be put in detention forever or outright suspended or expelled, her reputation would crash. Not that it mattered to her given how low it was already.
She decided that the pros outweighed the cons and that she was going to do it.
As she got dressed, she wadded up her panties with her dirty clothes and dropped them down the laundry chute attached to the girls shower room. Unknown to anyone but her due to her possession of the map, chute was shared by the boys as well. And there wasn't a ward protecting an incursion by the students.
She'd never capitalised on the idea before but given what she was about to do, maybe it was something to think about.
She turned and headed for the exit just as Parvati entered the room and started stripping for her shower.
As she exited the girl's dorms she felt a bit nervous, who wouldn't be? She was sacrificing a privacy she'd been attached to since diapers.
As she made her way down to the common room, she spotted her best friend, seated on the couch twirling his wand. She came to a stop beside him, fully aware that his head was level with her barely clothed vagina. A stray gust of wind and Ron would catch an eyeful of her. The possibility made a pussy tingle. She knew she was going to be dripping by the end of the day.
"Hey Ron, ready for breakfast?" She asked him.
"Of course I am. Bloody famished. Hermione's already in the Hall."
And with that said he got up still twirling his wand. However it got caught on the edge of her skirt lifting it up slightly. Her breath stopped. Was this it?
The wand was knocked out of Ron's fingers and rolled to a stop beside her foot. She watched with baited breath as her best friend bent over to pick it up.
Unconsciously, she spread her legs wider, daring the fates that the boy would somehow look up her skirt and be confronted by the sight of her most intimate parts.
But no. It was not to be. The boy swiftly picked up his wand, his eyes not trailing up her legs and thighs and exposing her shameful secret.
A bolt of disappointment shot through her. Never mind. She had the entire day to achieve her goal.