Author's note: This chapter does involve sex. Don't read it if you're not comfortable with that. Of course, probably more of you are going "Oooh. Sex " instead of "ew, no!" Enjoy! Reviews are fantastic.
We were snogging as usual a few weeks later. When we finished we were in the process of standing up and putting our shirts back on (I was still in my bra, which happened to be green and silver…it made me feel like a naughty Slytherin girl). We hadn't yet done much below the waist. Lavender stood behind me with her arms tucked around my waist and whispered in my ear, "I want to make you moan worse than Moaning Myrtle next time."
I turned my head so I could kiss her without fully turning around.
"I only hope I can do the same to you!"
"Are you ready, though, Hermione? I want you, but I don't want to push you. I really like you, I think I almost love you. Just tell me if you're ready."
How adorable. "I almost love you too!" I felt like an idiot, but in a cute way. "What about this weekend, for our one-month? We could have a nice dinner in Hogsmeade and then go back to The Room of Requirement, so we could make sure to be absolutely alone."
"Sounds perfect."
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We ate at Madam Puddifoot's, but I was far too anxious to pay much attention to what I was eating. Lavender looked stunning in her black shiny vest over a button-down and skinny jeans. It was a very sexy, androgynous look that made me want rip her amazing clothes off every time I looked at her. That was the thing about Lavender. When she was in a bra, she looked angelically feminine. But if she wore her clothes a certain way, she was built thinly enough to give it a slightly masculine sort of air that was far more attractive for her than a lot of guys, if that makes sense.
Finally we made our way back to the castle, which took longer than it would had we walked because we kept having to stop in order to kiss. We got into the Room, which I had had gorgeous candles placed in…as well as a bed with satiny purple sheets….
Her kisses trailed down my neck in between my tits. Her lips rested on them and then she slowly began to lick and run her teeth over them, making me squirm. My arms were behind my head and I inadvertently mussed my hair a bit.
Then her fingers trailed down my stomach in a spider-like way, as if she was playing me like a piano. She inserted first one finger, then two, into my opening. She pressed the clitoris up and down and made circles as she sucked on my ear. With her free hand she held my arse, pushing my hip up to achieve a better angle. Just her hand touching my arse would have turned me on, but it made me squeeze her fingers more.
She crawled backwards down my body and I helped her remove my slacks and panties. She nuzzled my stomach as her head moved past my stomach. Suddenly there was a tongue between my legs. Shutting my eyes in order to memorize the moment more fully, I felt a rush of adrenaline. So this was it. As she worked back and forth, I focused all my attention on every sensation. She came up and kissed me passionately as her fingers gracefully and lightly stroked behind my ears and neck, making me want her touch even more.
I kissed her back as if hoping my complete bliss would permeate through my lips into her. Lightly I bit her bottom lip. I slid my way down her body. I heard a sharp intake of breath as I plunged into her warm womanly parts. I worked my tongue around, hoping to find where it felt good, the nub, but I couldn't tell what was what, exactly. She kept breathing, though, so apparently what I was doing was working. After a bit I came up and planted my fingers into her pussy, and tried to repeat what she did to me. I first stroked lightly, then faster, and I used more of my hand to make her legs give a jolt. She didn't "finish", but eventually as much I was enjoying my first time, my hand was tired and I just wanted to cuddle. I slid off of her and lay on my side, holding her close.
"Wow, that was good Mione," Lavender said sleepily.
Truth is, I've always been a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of girl. It was that way when I started Hogwarts. I'm usually good at acting like I've done something before when I haven't.
Wait…just "good"? I don't want to be "just good". I want to excel. That's what I've always been like, did she not know me at all? I suppose I can't be brilliant at sex right away. I was bad at riding brooms, and I accepted it. And this wasn't like riding a broom, she was a woman.
As I lay falling asleep next to my beautiful girlfriend, these things ran through my mind.
I can't wait to tell Ginny. I hope she'll be okay with it.
That was good…right?
I can't wait to do it again.
I'm happy I had sex, and it was a big deal and not a big deal in different ways.
