Her Fetish

Chapter 4

His Hips

One night, there was a thunderstorm, and the hall that was outside of the Great Hall was packed with students. So packed that kids were pressed right up against each other, barely able to move. Actually, no one was really moving at all. I'm not even sure as to why everyone was out here, something occurred inside the Great Hall, and then we were all sent out here.

Suddenly, it got pitch black, to the point that I could only see the outlines of fellow students. After the shock of the lights going out, chaos started. Kids were screaming, people were moving around frantically, pushing students into each other. Not to mention that the thunder outside only added to the fear in many of the students.

One of them being myself. I despised thunderstorms with a passion.

I was shaking, my feet rooted to the ground. I just wanted the lights to come back on so that I could return to my room and curl up under the blankets. All of a sudden, I was pushed backwards as someone passed by frantically. But I didn't fall, no. Instead I got pushed into someone else, and, just as I was about to move away, their hands grasped my hips. Firm, and strong, yet gentle fingers moulding where they rested, causing me to move back slightly.

Then it happened. I caught a slight whiff of Cinnamon spice, and knew it was him. I held my body stiffly, not daring to turn and look at him. Did he know it was me that he held in his hands?

Large booming thunder echoed throughout the hall, bouncing off of the walls. It was so loud that I could feel the vibrations throughout my chest, which caused me to start shivering once more.

Damn my childhood fear. I never could get over it.

Why is he still holding me? I started to think about this, when suddenly my thoughts were interrupted as yet another boom from the thunder echoed even louder then the ones that happened before. Students all around me started to scream and move around closer together, not caring who it was they were standing beside or clutching onto. I myself screamed with them, and moved much closer to Him, until my body was flushed right up against his, causing a memorie of him holding me before once.

His left hand moved from my hip, to wrap around my waist, his right hand remaining were it rested.

It was so hard to relax, my body was so tense, it even hurt.

Jumping slightly, it startled me when he started to slowly massage his fingers on my right hip. His fingers working very lightly over my school clothes, comforting me. Of course I was tense while he was doing this, for I didn't know what he was planning, but soon enough, I started to relax into his touch.

Savouring the feeling of it.

I even had a thought of those hands doing the same thing...just minus the skirt...

Then, for some reason, he started to shift on his feet a bit. Were they maybe getting sore from standing here for so long? Not noticing at first, he moved away from me. My back suddenly felt cold and bare without him there, so I moved myself back until I was once again pressed against him. Sighing with content as his warmth warmed my back once more.

Moving my hips back against his own, I heard him groan deeply beside my ear, circling his own hips slightly, as well as tightening his hold on me. That's when I felt IT, pressing against my lower back. I could feel the heat on my face as I moved slightly forward, biting my lower lip lightly.

I kinda had the desire to push up against him, grind my hips with his own. But I held myself back.

Out of no where, a teacher's voice bellowed over the student's heads, silencing the hall automatically. I snapped my head up and in the direction it was coming from, I couldn't really place the voice with a name, but at the moment I didn't care about that. The teacher announced that we were to follow small lights back to our dorms, each dorm had a colour of its own.

Mine red, his green.

As I went to move forward, I felt him squeeze my hips once more, before he released me. His scent slowly starting to disappear along with him. Looking around, I started to move towards the red light that was to direct me back to my dorm. Though it was him that I wanted to go to, it was tempting to follow the little green lights, but I just kept on walking. A small smile tugging at my lips as I thought back to the last few minutes.

Later that night, while I lay curled up in bed I tried to imagine what his own hips would feel like under my hands. From what I remember from earlier, they were definitely strong and hard...yet soft. Would they be muscular? Smooth? Ticklish perhaps...?

I pictured my tanned hands gripping his pales hips as he had me pressed up against a wall, to the soft coushions of a couch, my bed...

Shivers of desire raked through me as I licked my now dry lips. I moved from my side onto my back, one arm behind my head, the other lightly skimming over my sides. Whenever I thought of it, my hips would tingle slightly.

Days later, I would still think about it, though for some reason whenever I was walking around or in class, it would feel as if I were being watched...

Well, there it is! Chapter 4, what'd you think? I think it turned out alot better then what I thought it was going to be...lol!

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This Chapter Is Dedicated To:

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