Chapter 2 - Exploration

She was waiting outside his office when he returned from dinner. He had watched her leave the Great Hall but he had not hurried to follow her. She would wait.

Her expression was anxious as he strode past her and opened the office door. He waited for her to pass through and closed it behind them.

"I assume that you have not changed your mind about these lessons, Miss Granger?" he asked.

"No, Sir." Her voice was quiet but her face was resolute.

"Very well. We shall go to my private quarters." He opened the door at the back of the office and she followed him into his living room. Pointing her to a high-backed armchair, he removed his teaching robes, hung them on a hook behind the door, and settled comfortably into the chair opposite the one on which she perched. He studied her face for several minutes; she waited.

"What experience do you already have with sex?" he finally asked.

She flushed. "Almost none. I've kissed a couple of boys, and there was one time behind a statue with Ernie McMillan… we were kissing, which was slobbery, and he put his hand on my bra, and he wanted me to touch his … you know … and I just kind of held it and rubbed it a bit. He seemed to like it, but I just felt stupid, not knowing what to do."

He smirked. "First of all, you seem to be having a problem with your vocabulary, which is surprising for someone who talks so much. It is called a penis or a cock or any number of other names. If you cannot say it, it is little wonder that you can barely touch it. Secondly, this seems to be a subject in which you are well behind your peers."

She seemed to settle a little in her chair as they talked.

"I know," she said. "The other girls talk about sex and all seem to know what they're doing."

"But we are not even talking about sex," Miss Granger," he commented. "We are talking about awkward groping in dark alcoves."

She nodded, uncomfortably.

Snape stood and approached her chair. She looked up at him, nervously. Silently, he bent down to take her hand and placed it on the crotch of his trousers. She gasped in surprise and he smirked. Guiding her hand with his own, he rubbed his crotch, knowing that she could feel him hardening beneath the touch.

"Time to move this lesson to my bed," he told her, watching her face for the apprehension he knew his words would elicit. When she reflexively drew her hand away from his, he took a step away.

"Miss Granger," he said firmly but not harshly, "it is important that you never allow yourself to be pressured into doing anything you do not want to do - by me or anyone else. If you do not wish to continue you are free to leave now or at any time."

She looked reassured but determined. "I don't want to leave."

"Then my bedroom is this way … unless you would rather we find a dark alcove?"

Within a few minutes, he was laying on his bed with his student looking down at him. She was kneeling on the bed next to him, a look of mingled nervousness and fascination on her face. The only thing he wore was a loose white shirt, unbuttoned. He was totally comfortable with his near nakedness, and felt relaxed.

"Touch my cock," he instructed softly. His own hands were behind his head as he felt one of hers tentatively touch him. Her fingers were light as they moved over the skin, exploring. "Now hold it more firmly and begin to move your hand up and down. See how the skin slides over the shaft. Not so fast, to start. That's good. Feel how hard it is."

He reached down to place his hand over hers to guide her until she had found a smooth rhythm. He sighed pleasurably as he put his hand back behind his head and she continued pumping.

"Just a little firmer," he told her. "That's right. Now use your other hand to touch my balls." He felt her hand slide down as she complied. "Treat them gently. You can cup them, squeeze them, pull at them, massage them. Never twist them. Just gently play with them. That feels good."

Gradually, his carefully controlled arousal grew until he began to spurt over his bare stomach. "Don't stop moving right away," he corrected her, breathlessly. "When I start to cum, keep going for a few seconds until i'm done, then gently ease back to a stop."

He lay for a moment, while his breathing returned to normal. She studied his deflated member. "Your … cock … is big," she said. "Much bigger than …"

Snape gave a soft snort. "Than all the others you've seen in your vast experience?" At her blush, he continued, "I have been told so, but I have no personal basis for comparison."

She studied him intently, running her fingers over his balls and soft cock, into the curls of his black hair.

"Do you have any questions about tonight's lesson, Miss Granger?" he asked with a smirk.

"How long does it take before it can … do that again?" she asked.

"Some men find it too tiring to manage more than once a night. I can cum several times in a night. You sound eager for more, but this is the end of tonight's lesson. You indicated a wish to learn about blow jobs, which we will cover tomorrow. I am sure you will find it a fascinating subject."

He watched her as she stood and straightened her clothes. "Goodnight, Professor," she said softly and excited his bedroom. He heard her pass through his living room and into his office beyond, closing the door behind her.

She was a strange young woman, he reflected. She treated sex as something to learn, as though it were a skill to be mastered. Her focus on doing what was expected of her and getting it right was so intense that she had missed the whole point - that sex was a pleasure to be enjoyed and savoured. Well, with his help, she would learn that too.