Ginny's Adventures
Chapter 2: Quidditch Massages
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As the next school day came to an end, I trudge to the Quidditch field to change into my practice gear. Being an uncommonly hot May day, we had adapted to shorts and tank tops for practice instead of our heavy pants and robes. The guys of course, chose to go completely topless, the humidity making it unbearable to have anything unnecessary on.
As I walked out into the heat, I watched Harry stretching against the bleacher on the other side of the field. Hopping onto my broom, I zoomed around a bit, trying to get the breeze to cool me down, all the while aware of Harry's eyes following me. Suddenly, he was beside me in the air.
"Hey Ginny."
"Hey," I said with a smile, lifting a hand to shade my eyes from the sun.
"Okay, so I'm thinking of making you the leading chaser so I really wanna see what you can do today okay?"
"Yeah, sure!" I say eagerly, excited for the opportunity to take Angelina's place as leading chaser. As the other players start coming out of the dressing rooms, Harry zooms back down to the ground and I follow after him, unable to take my eyes off of the muscles in his back that dance across his shoulders with every move. I love broad shoulders.
Harry quickly breaks us up into teams of three, standing on the sidelines to watch us work. I quickly gain the quaffle and score on Ron, enjoying the glare he gives me every time the quaffle passes him. Suddenly, a bludger careens toward me, smacking me in the side with a dull thump. Gritting my teeth, I ignore the pain that shoots through me and I go for the quaffle again, determined to show Harry that I am more than capable of being leading chaser.
As the 3rd year chaser passes me the quaffle, I feel another bludger smack into my thigh, making me drop the quaffle. I wince at the bruises that I feel forming on my side and my thigh. After a couple more seconds, Harry finally calls out for us to stop. As we land, he tells us that we have done a great job and dismisses us to go change.
"Ginny," he calls out to me as I turn to go to the changing room. "Meet me back here after you shower."
With a nod, I turn back, wondering if I have gotten the position of leading chaser. After a quick shower, I pull on a cami and some shorts under my robes, too hot to put on anything else. Walking back out, I see Harry standing on the field, waiting for me. The sun has gone down a little bit so it isn't as hot and a slight breeze moves my robes around.
"Hey," I say, announcing my arrival.
Turning around, he smiles at me. "Congratulations Ginny," he says, "You're our new leading chaser. I really admired how you kept pushing through, even after you got hit by the bludger."
"Yes!" I cheer, jumping up in delight. But as I land again, I groan as the impact slams at my side and thigh, causing me to wince and place my hand on my side gently.
"You okay," Harry asks with a worried frown, reaching his hand out as if to help me.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say with a shaky voice. "My side just really hurts is all."
"Oh, I have some creams for that in the guy's dressing room, would you like some? It'll make you feel better," he promises.
"Um, sure," I say, suddenly very aware of how little I am wearing and how Harry's shirt seems to wrap around his muscles.
As we walk into the changing rooms, he pulls out a couple creams from a locker and tells me to lie down on the bench.
I gasp slightly as he pushes my shirt up to reveal the bruise at me side. He places a glob of a yellowish cream into his hand and begins to rub it into my skin. I try not to blush as his fingers press into my skin, soothing the pain in my side.
Giggling, I place my hands over his to stop him. "That tickles!" I shriek through my giggles.
"Oh yeah?" he asks with a mischievous smile. One of his hands suddenly grabs both of mine and pulls them over my head while the other starts tickling my side. Shrieking with laughter, I ask him to stop, but he simply continues to laugh and tickle me.
"I-I can't breath," I gasp through my laughter, barely able to speak. Finally he stops, chuckling as he lets go of my wrists.
"Okay, you have any other bruises?" he asks with a friendly smile.
"Yeah," I say, rolling up my shorts to reveal the bruise on my thigh. Pulling out another cream, his hands wrap around my upper thigh as his thumbs make small circles into my bruise. I'm suddenly very aware of how close his hands are to my womanhood and I can't help but blushing.
"Woah Ginny, you have some serious knots in your thigh," he says with a frown. "You could get a serious cramp while flying in a game, that's not good at all. You need a massage," he says, moving his hands down to my feet.
He asks me to take off my robes as he drizzles some oil into his hands. Blushing, I tentatively take off my robes to reveal the cami and shorts I have underneath. I should've probably worn panties and a bra under these but it was just too hot.
He sits down on the floor in front of me and grabs my foot. I feel the urge to close my legs so that he can't see up my shorts, but he's already working his magic fingers up my ankle and to my calf. I sigh as the muscles in my calf relax the more he continues kneading at them.
He works his way up my thighs and my mind flashes to lightening bolt dildo from last night. I blush at the thought but concentrate again on Harry's hands. His hands continue to work up my thigh and by now, I'm so turned on that I'm sure he can see my nipples poking through my cami. He reaches the edge of my shorts and switches his hands to my other leg.
As he continues to work, I feel my womanhood tingle but I resist the urge to rub myself.
"Ginny, I think I need to do your back too, just in case. If you have these many knots in your legs, I can't imagine how many you have in your back."
As he pulls off his shirt, I give him a shocked look. "I don't want oil to get on my shirt," he explains as if it were the simplest thing. He spreads a towel on the bench I'm sitting on and asks me to take off my cami and lie faced-down on the towel.
Blushing, I turn around so that my back is facing him and pull my cami over my head. Covering myself with my hands, I lie down onto the bench. I feel his warm hands wrap around my shoulder and the warmth of the oil makes me instantly relax.
"Oh Harry," I moan as he releases a knot that I didn't even know I had in my shoulders. I feel myself grow wetter as his hands continue to work their way down my back. I suddenly feel Harry swing his leg over the bench so that he's standing over me.
"I need a better grip," he explains as he continues toward my lower back. I moan even louder as his hands knead the skin just above my ass, releasing all my tension. I can feel my wetness dripping down my inner thigh and his legs rubbing against my hips.
Without thinking, I begin to knead my boobs, tweaking my nipples and groaning with the pleasure. As Harry moves his hands to the back of my thighs, I'm sure he can see my wetness.
"Ginny," he whispers in shock. "You're dripping."
Blushing, I don't know what else to do but continue to lay there. Suddenly, I feel Harry's arm wrap around my waist and flip me over. Shocked, my hands fly up to my chest to cover myself, but Harry stops me, staring at my boobs openly.
"You're nipples are already erect," he whispers, his face coming closer and closer to mine. And suddenly, his lips are on mine, drawing me in. I wrap my hands into his hair, feeling his bare chest against my own. With a moan, I feel his tongue slip past my lips and tangle with my own.
Needing air, I tilt my head to the side, breaking the kiss. But Harry continues to kiss down my neck, running his tongue across the junction of my neck and collarbone. With a moan, I pull his head back up to kiss the slight bulge of his Adam's apple. At that, I feel him gulp and I smile as the bulge moves up and down.
His fingers flutter up my sides and make their way to the underside of my boobs. I watch his face as he concentrates on my boobs, watching as they form to the shape of his hands. He slowly lowers his head to my chest, drawing my right nipple into his warm mouth.
With a yelp, I throw my head back and arch my back against the bench, pushing his head closer to my boob. As he switches his attention to my other breast, I involuntarily thrust my hips up, feeling his bulge through his pants.
With a smile, I push Harry back so that I can reach his pants. Getting on my knees so that I am level with his pants, I unbutton them with my teeth and slowly pull his zipper down with my lips, all the while not moving my eyes away from his. I watch the lust flash in his eyes as I yank down his pants, smiling at the bulge in his boxers.
Pulling his boxers down with my teeth, I watch as his penis springs up before me, standing up all on its on. He quickly steps out of the pile of clothes at his ankles and stands before me obediently, waiting for my next move.
I place my hand tentatively at the base of his dick, mesmerized by the way it seems to grow in my hand as I begin to stroke him. His eyes flutter closed as I wrap my lips around his head, sucking slightly. He tastes of salt and I'm surprised to find that this is actually turning me on. His hand folds around my own, making me tighten my grip and showing me that he wants me to squeeze harder and go faster.
When I reach the pace he wants, his hands wrap into my hair, not pushing me, but just tangling his hands there. Gaining courage from his moans, I take more of him into my mouth and am rewarded with more moans of my name.
Suddenly Harry pulls me up and pushes me back onto the bench. "You're wearing way too much clothes," he says, ripping open the button on my shorts and yanking them down my hips. Embarrassed, I cross my knees in an attempt to hide myself from him.
"Don't be silly," he says, coming up to kiss me passionately. My legs relax as he reaches for his bottle of massage oil. Standing over me, he drizzles the oil across my breasts, making me arch my back at the sensation against my nipples. He continues his ascent down my torso, drizzling some oil into my belly button and then continuing to drizzle oil onto my clit and at my entrance.
"Ah Harry!" I moan in shock at the warmth of the oil mixing with my juices. His hands begin to massage the oil into my breasts and I can feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
"Mmmm Harry," I whine, wanting him to go lower. He inches his hands down, massaging the oil into my stomach and dipping his tongue into my belly button. When he reaches the hood of my pussy however, he skips the place I want him most and moves his lips to my inner thigh, millimeters from where I want him to be.
"Harry!" I groan, thrusting my hips up to show him where I want him to go.
"Tell me what you want Ginny," he says with a sneaky smile. He's teasing me.
"Harry," I moan, embarrassed. He begins to move down my thigh, away from where I want him.
"I-I want your lips," I say quietly. He leans forward and kisses me. "Not there!" I yell, frustrated. "Down there," I say, not meeting his eyes.
"Say it," he says softly, kissing my lips gently.
"I want your mouth on my pussy," I whisper into his ear, blushing. He takes my lips into his own, drawing my lower lip into his mouth before moving his head down.
He gently parts my pussy lips and I blush as he stares into my womanhood. I shudder as he runs his finger from entrance up to my clit. As his finger runs over my clit, I can't help the way my hips jerk up.
"Oh you like that huh?" He asks, beginning to circle my clit.
"Ah, Harry!" I whimper, the sensation of his finger on my clit so good that it's almost unbearable. He suddenly lowers his lips to my womanhood, his lips sucking my clit into his mouth as his tongue rubs against it. The feeling is so amazing that all I can do is arch my back, my mouth agape but with no sound coming out.
"You're so soft," He mumbles into my pussy, "and you taste so good," he continues. "Is your body wash strawberry scented?" he asks, and I blush because it is. His tongue darts into me and the feeling of it wiggling around inside of me makes me thrust my hips up and pull his head closer.
I pull his head up and feel myself get wetter at the sight of my juices all over his lips. I gently grab his penis and align it with my pussy.
"Are you sure," Harry asks, looking into my eyes. I simply nod, eager for him to enter me. He slowly begins to push in, gripping my hips to keep me from wiggling. The oil on my skin makes me slippery though and with a wriggle of my hips, I take him deeper into me. Inch by inch, he fills me up. The real thing is so much better than dildos. When he is completely inside me, we remain still, panting as we feel each other, me surrounding him and him inside of me.
Slowly, he pulls out and thrusts back in. As he goes faster and faster, the friction increases the heat with in me.
"Ah, ah, Harry! Faster! Faster! Harder! Harry, please, harder!" I yell, wrapping my legs around his waist and feeling his hip muscles flex against my thighs. I run my hands down his back, feeling the ripple of muscle with every thrust. As he begins to thrust with in me faster and faster, losing his rhythm, I can tell that he's close. I can hear his grunts in my ear and that only increases my lust. As he groans my name, I feel heat rush through me and my pussy tightens around Harry's dick as I cum with a strength I have never felt before.
"Harry!" I scream as I feel him twitch inside me and then release his cum within me. He continues to pump into me until we both come down from our climax. He collapses on top of me, his body covering my own. He looks up at me and smiles before kissing me gently.
"You're amazing," he whispers, entwining his fingers into mine.
"You too," I say lamely.
"Ginny, do you uh, do you wanna be my girlfriend," he asks.
Rolling my eyes, I giggle. "Do you really think you have to ask Harry? Of course I will," I say with a smile, my heart still beating hard.
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A/N: Hello there readers! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Feel free to review (hint hint). Did you guys like the Harry/Ginny action? Lemme know what you think!
Happy Holidays!
-Lotus