I realized, as I was
twirling about the dance floor, that I couldn't leave it at just a
kiss. Though, hell yes, the kiss had scared me. His soft lips, his
scent. I had been the victim of a schoolgirl crush for quite a while,
but I had acted upon it, though I wouldn't have if I had read the
warning on the candy thoroughly. But then it would still be just a
crush then, wouldn't it? I found myself unable to think of anything
else as I spun about and danced with various males… The look on
Snape's face. It was horrible, shocked and disgusted. However, the
look in his eyes had read something very different. It read desire. I
am sure I am not imagining this.
I realize that the dance is
ending, and I stopped swaying with what's-his-name.
"I think
I will turn in," I say, before turning and heading as if I am
retreating to my private rooms. Being Head Girl has its perks, after
all.
I dress in my shortest black skirt, with no knickers
underneath. Over my bare breasts I pull on a white silk blouse that
buttons down the front, tying it in a knot just below my ribcage. I
smile, the material is soft, filmy, has no pockets, and clings to my
breasts wonderfully. I hope his dungeon is cold…
Slipping on
my favorite Serpent pendant, I cover myself with my favorite black
and green robes.
I wait an hour, to make sure the halls will be
empty before I step out in the hall.
I head down the steps to the
dungeon; Snape's office door is soon in sight. Unlocking the door
with a charm, I carefully open it and step inside. Carefully shutting
and locking it again – I want no disturbances, to be sure – I
strode over to the empty space on the wall where, as most of us
Slytherins do, I knew the doorway to his private chambers lay. I
raise my hand and knock three times rapidly. This is the Slytherin
Signal. Supposed to only be used in emergencies, but wasn't this
considered one?
Snape's POV.
I was lying in bed, wearing
nothing but my sleeping trousers when the knock came. Jumping up, I
pulled on my robes and answered the door, finding Her standing there.
I had hoped she would come, though I had hoped she wouldn't and
prove me wrong. Hell, I don't know what I had hoped. All I know is
that she is standing here, the familiar look of lust in her eyes
again. She wore it every Potions class, though it had never been
quite this bold. She normally averted her eyes when I looked in her
direction, though this time she held my gaze. Trying to look stern, I
managed to say, "What are you doing here?" although I knew full
well what she wanted. For it was what I desired as well. Many a night
I had lost myself in the fantasy of her in my room, riding me. How
many times had I tossed myself off screaming her name as I spilled
over in climax? I can't count, it is too numerous, but has been going
on for at least three years. I remember being very jealous when I
caught her, though I said nothing to them, giving Draco a hand job
under the table. I tried not to stare as her hand had gone up and
down over his young shaft. I knew for sure then that I wanted to show
her what a real man could do for her. That was last year. This is
now.
"I wanted to apologize, Sir, for my actions. May I come
in?" she asked calmly.
I step aside to allow her entry, as she
related a tale about some love potion in a candy. Though I know all
too well, I was the one who placed them there. It is a great prank I
enjoy at the balls, after I catch students getting a little to close
I take points away. That is, of course, after I enjoy watching them
for a bit. This has been going on since the Weasley twins came to the
school. They are great fun to taunt, especially since no one would
suspect me of it.
I dismiss her, waving my hand as if I am
irritated with her, "Likely story, though now you have apologized.
You may go."
My POV.
He didn't listen. He doesn't
believe me. He has to believe me. "Sir, while I will admit that I
have fancied you for quite a while, I have never acted upon it before
tonight. May I ask why you refuse to believe me?"
He turned,
sneering at me, and walked over placing his hands on my shoulders. He
pulled my cloak back and it fell to the floor. "Because of this,
young lady, what you are wearing."
He smiled before he stepped
back, and I shivered in fright. I had the strangest urge to run,
though I refused. Tonight I would not be denied my deepest desire. As
a Slytherin, I know exactly how to get my way with men. Though this
would be the first time I intended on going all the way with one…
Draco had always been satisfied with head jobs or my tossing him off.
But this isn't Draco.
Biting my lip, I look around the room.
Snape's POV.
When her robe fell to the floor, I couldn't
tear my eyes off of her slender stomach. I had to step away. If I
hadn't, I would have taken her right there on the floor. My hands
itched to untie that knot and claim what was underneath. I watched
her looking around. The hungry look in her eyes as they fell on my
bed didn't go unnoticed.
"I said, you could go," I scolded
gently, she didn't move.
"I'm not leaving till you believe
me, Sir." There was a slight lift to her chin as she said that, I
realized.
Somehow, any how, any way I could I had to get her out
of those clothes.
Walking over to the night table, I drew my
wand. Hiding it behind my bed hangings, I flicked it and a cauldron
of potion fell off the shelf above her.
Hearing her scream and
the crash, I rushed over to her, pulling her toward the shower.
"What about my clothes?" she asked, horrified.
"Choose
one, wet clothing or burned skin?" I said as if she were
impertinent.
"Wet clothes," she said as I turned the water on
and shoved her under it. Her white shirt clung to her skin as the
water saturated it. Her nipples, I licked my lips, her nipples were
beautiful. They are dusty pink and perfect for nibbling. Her breasts
were shaped perfectly for the fit of a man's hands. I feel myself
beginning to get hard as I stare.
My POV.
I was mortified when the cauldron fell on me, though I don't think I caused it. I didn't move. I felt like such a ninny when he asked if I would rather have wet clothing or burned skin. He shoved me under the water and I leant my head back to rinse the potion out of my long black hair, as I realized that my shirt was white and I was wearing no bra. I am so embarrassed, but maybe I can use it to my advantage. Leaning back a bit, the water hits my tits, completely soaking my shirt. I feel it sticking to every inch of my skin. I look at him, giving my best innocent smile, as he stares at my breasts. His erection is growing in his pants, much to my glee. I reach out my hand, "Since you are watching…Why don't you join me?"
Snape's
POV.
Join her? "I'd fucking love to," I manage to say as I
removed my robes and strode over to her and climbed in the shower.
She looked up at me in a way that made my pulse race, if it had been
possible for me to get any fucking harder, I would have. She grabbed
my hands and pressed them to her chest, I took over, I'm sure I have
done this more than she has…
My POV.
I ran my hands up
his chest as he fondled my breasts, it felt so good, better than I
had imagined. It was as if he knew exactly where to pinch, and where
to rub. I lean toward him, and stare into his eyes. He gets the
signal and presses his lips to mine. His hands roam all over my body
as the kiss deepens, becomes more intense, hungry…
Snape's
POV.
Her mouth tasted like glory, it was sweet…perfect. I ran my
hands down her back, and over her hips. Down her skirt and back up
under. To my surprise, I feel bare bum. I pulled back and looked into
her eyes, "No knickers?"
She smiled demurely as I squeezed her
arse, and she pulled down my pants allowing my erection to spring
free.
I will admit that her brazenness shocked me, but only for a
bit. By this point, I want her so bad I don't know if I can resist
or not. Her hands worked their magic over my swollen member. The
sensations she was causing made me lean my head back, I had no choice
in the matter. Her mouth was instantly on my neck, the water spraying
down her. She trailed her kisses down my chest and stomach before
taking my cock into her mouth. She took every inch of it in,
massaging it with her tongue on the way down and sucking it as she
pulled back. I braced myself with my hands on the shower walls, if I
hadn't I'm sure I would have fallen. That girl can work miracles
with her mouth.
My POV.
His dobber was fully hard as I
sucked and licked it, watching him shiver brought a smile to my face.
Well, it would have if my mouth hadn't been full of him. He was
shaking visibly and soon pushed me away. I smiled and rose to my
feet, standing near him. Draco and I never did anything past this
point, and I mostly did it with him to keep him from bugging me.
Snape pushed me back against the wall, and kissed me roughly. His
hands ran over my breasts and took ahold of the drenched material
covering them, and pulled it over my head. His hands immediately
cupped my bosoms and he expertly squeezed them. His mouth soon
replaced his hands, as they ventured…lower. I spread my legs more
to allow him access. Oh his fingers feel so good! Oh Merlin, why
haven't I done this before?
Snape's POV.
I had to push
her away, other wise I would have cum right then and there. I want to
please her first, not just shoot my jolly in her mouth and be done. I
stripped her of her shirt, and gave her breasts a thorough
exploration before moving to the sweet spot at the juncture of her
legs. It was amazing, the wetness, the tightness. I hadn't felt a
female so tight since… I started teaching here almost twenty years
ago and all the girls wanted me, before they found out I was cold and
harsh. I moved my fingers around, alternately tweaking and rubbing
her delicious nub. Soon the shower began to become icy cold, so I
turned off the water. It seemed that neither of us had realized the
water was cooling down, we were both so warmed up. I reached around
and unzipped her skirt and pulling it over her hips, I tossed it in
the shower floor. I decided that it was too slippery in the shower to
do what I really wanted so I picked her up and carried her to my bed,
lying her gently on the coverlet before returning my lips to
hers.
My POV.
I was surprised when he lifted me, I am
certainly able to walk, but it was sweet just the same. He lay me
down and started kissing me and soon his lips trailed down my body.
He gave me a wicked, rakish grin just before he pressed his lips to
my cunt. His tongue worked magic there, licking up and down, pressing
his tongue inside me. I felt my body shaking as he demonstrated the
expertise only an older man can know.
Snape's POV.
I
licked her until she was just at the edge, and pulled back. I looked
into her desire filled eyes, she seemed a bit put out that I had
stopped my ministrations to her sensitive pussy. Laughing at her
dilemma, I put my fingers back to work, my middle finger moving in
and out slowly while I worked her gorgeous clit with my thumb.
When
I felt she was open enough, I spread her legs wider and positioned
myself so that I would slide gently inside her. I pushed my hips
forward and got a surprise.
My POV.
It hurt, when he
entered me. I don't think he realized I was a virgin. I'm not now.
He stopped for a moment, his eyes very wide. "It's ok, keep
going," I soothed. I refuse to let him stop at this point. He
smiled and pressed himself in me. Oh Merlin, why did I wait so long.
I'm not old, but I am by Slytherin standards for losing my virginity.
He thrust his hips hard and pulled out slowly. I feel like I'm going
to go soon. I can feel my body tensing up around him.
Snape's
POV.
Merlin, no wonder she was so tight, she was a virgin! She
feels so good, but I had to make sure she wanted me to continue. I
had to wait and see. She told me to keep going, and I did. I can feel
her muscles contracting around me and I know she is close. Good,
because I am too. There is only so much I can take, she has been
taunting me for years.
My POV.
I cried his name,
"Severus," as I came, bucking hard against him. He kept thrusting
into my very sensitive cunt and I soon tensed up and released again.
I don't think I can take much more. Two orgasms in five
minutes…
Snape's POV.
She went twice, and I started
pounding her hard, riding for my own release. It came and I felt my
body jerk. I lay on her for a minute kissing her mouth, before
rolling off of her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her
toward me.
"I have to go," she whispered, kissing me brutally
and climbing off the bed to retrieve her sopping clothing. She
replaced her robe quickly and headed for the door.
"Hey! Wait," I called and she turned to face me. "You have detention tomorrow. My office, after dinner is over. Be here sharp."
My
POV.
"What do I have detention for?" I asked,
bewildered.
Snape's POV.
"You have detention for making
a mess in my floor with your wet clothes. Be here sharp, or the
punishment will be severe."
She smiled wickedly and nodded, shutting the door on her way out.
Fin.
