Stripped Bare- Chapter 51
Keeping Harry Occupied
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.
Harry brushed away whatever it was that was tickling his ear and rolling onto his stomach, burrowed deeper into his pillow. The thing started fluttering around his neck and he swatted at it again. A feminine giggle came from above him. One that didn't sound like Hermione. He turned his head toward the edge of the bed and opened one eye to see who it was. Andrea was standing over him, a black feather from Orion in her hand. She'd been tormenting him with it in attempt to wake him up.
"You should be glad that Hermione sent me in here to wake you up and not one of the others."
"Why?" he croaked, turning over so he could look up at her without getting a crick in his neck.
"Because you're hard as a rock and the covers have scrunched to the other side of the bed." Harry lifted up on one elbow and looked down at his lap. He was indeed erect, and as he was completely naked, the blankets would have been the only thing to hide it, but of course, they were on the other side of the bed. He sighed and flopped back onto the pillow. "You always wake up like that?"
"Most of the time," he said, swinging his legs to the edge and sitting up. "It's part of being male. After we hit puberty, we usually wake up with what the Americans call, morning wood." Andrea laughed. "Why didn't Hermione come and wake me?"
"She's finishing your cake."
"Don't you mean cakes?" he asked, remembering the many pans his fiancée had used the night before.
"No, it's just cake. She's put them all together to form one big one. But I'm to keep you occupied so you don't go to the kitchen until she's done."
"Then what was the point of waking me up?"
"She didn't want to run the risk of you getting up on your own and seeing what she was doing, so she sent me."
"How are you supposed to keep me occupied?" Harry asked, scratching his head.
"She told me to do what I'd done to help you before, and she gave me a little grin."
"What you'd done to help me before?" Andrea looked over the bed and his current state. "Oh!" Harry said, cottoning on now. He stood up. "You don't have to if you don't want."
"I have no problem doing that again, Harry," she grinned at him. "It's going to take Hermione a while anyway. She just started with the cake. She's trying to put them together and ice them as Ron and Luna didn't do it last night. They told her before they left, that they hadn't gotten around to it before they went to bed, so Hermione said she'd finish before we have to get around for the fitting this afternoon." She stepped closer to him and pulled his hands up to the button at the neck of her blouse. He pulled them away and stepped back from her.
"I just need to do a few things first," he said. "I have to go to the loo, quite badly as a matter of fact, brush my teeth, you definitely would want me to do that, and though I believe you, I'd like Hermione to verify it. I wouldn't feel comfortable not having her tell me personally." Andrea grinned.
"All right, you go do what you have to, and I'll get Hermione." She handed Harry the boxers he'd thrown off the night before and when he'd put them on, she led the way to the corridor. He crossed to the bathroom and she continued to the kitchen, finding Hermione, Ginny and Maureen had made almost no progress on the cake. When they looked up she told them, "He wants you to tell him what you told me." Hermione put down the part of the cake she was holding a minute later when Ginny had finished icing the one next to where it would sit and followed Andrea back to the bedroom where Harry was now sitting on the end of his bed.
"I told Andy to wake you up and keep you occupied so that you didn't come into the kitchen and see your cake before Maureen, Ginny and I finish it. I knew that we were going to be a long time, and that there was only so much the two of you would want to talk about, so I also told her that occupying you included what you did the last time she was in here." Harry nodded and stood up to give his fiancée a kiss. "But make sure that you say the incantation for the contraceptive charm correctly and before you do anything else. We don't want to have to go through that again." With a grin, she closed the door and headed back to the kitchen to find that Kailah had arrived, and was now helping fit the cake pieces together.
"Silencio," Harry waved his wand in the direction of the door and turned to Andrea. She was standing nervously in the middle of his room, chewing on her bottom lip. He grinned at her, moved to his desk, opened a drawer and after rifling through it for a second, pulled out a thick book and brought it back to her. He found a page and handed the book over.
"What's this?" she asked, taking it from him.
"It's the contraceptive charm. I want you to be able to read what I'm casting so that you don't have to worry if I said it correctly or not." He leveled his wand at her stomach and muttered the incantation. Andrea felt a bit of a tickle when he was finished, but according to the page, that's what was supposed to happen, so she looked up at him. He was watching her with expectant eyes. She smiled and closed the heavy book. Harry took it back from her and returned it to the drawer.
"You said it right," she whispered when he'd returned to her side again. He held his hand out to her and pulled her flush against his body when she'd taken it.
"One more charm," he murmured, and waved his wand back to the door again.
"What was that?" she asked, hearing a soft click.
"I locked the door." Harry tossed his wand onto his desk and walked Andrea backwards to the bed.
"Ooof!" Andrea grunted as she tripped and the two of them landed on the mattress with a soft thwump.
"You all right?" Harry asked. She nodded with a smile. "Good." He shimmied downwards a bit, undoing her blouse with his teeth, much to her surprise.
"You really are talented, aren't you?" she giggled. He grinned back up at her and continued with the remaining buttons.
"Actually, this is the first chance I've had to try it," he told her when he'd finished and her blouse lay open at her sides.
"Hermione not wear many shirts with buttons, I take it?"
"Nope, she wants to make it easy for me to get her out of her clothes. Like I couldn't just use a charm to make her totally naked in a second." He slid his hands under her hips to undo her skirt and slid it down her legs. "Nice," he remarked when he saw the tops of her silky stockings came only half way up her thighs and were held in place by suspenders. "You dress like this often?"
"Always. My mother was raised to be very proper about everything and brought me up the same way."
"Mind leaving them on?" Andrea giggled at the realization that her stockings seemed to be turning Harry on even more than he already was.
"No," she said. "But don't you think that my suspenders might get in the way?" Harry stripped off his boxers then pulled the crotch of her pale lavender knickers aside to caress Andrea's wet pussy. She gasped when his fingers entered her tight sheath.
"Not in the least," he said with a grin, then laying out beside her and lowering his head to the tight peaks straining against her sheer lacy bra, he licked and nibbled on the flushed skin between them before taking one, then the other into his mouth and drawing them as far in as he could. Andrea moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair.
"That feels so good," she sighed. Harry rolled her away from him in order to reach the clasp of her bra and pulled it from her body. Once her tits were free, she felt a cool breeze from the open window brush the hard tips. She shivered as they tightened even more, and groaned at the delicious ache that came when Harry's fingers pinched one nipple gently.
"Tell me what you want me to do."
"You could go back to what you were doing." Instantly two of his fingers were back inside her slickened tunnel, sliding in and out, making her writhe with desire. She felt him curl one of the fingers against her upper wall, and before she knew what he was doing, the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced slammed into her. Her body stiffened and she screamed so loud, Harry thought that even with the silencing charm he'd placed on the room, she could still be heard in the kitchen and down on the street. She came back down from the heavens and found herself on her back looking up into his emerald eyes as he slid his member deep into her hungry hole.
"Yes!" she moaned loudly as he began to pump his hips against hers furiously, surging deeper and deeper with every thrust. Andrea's legs went around Harry's hips, locking across his tightly muscled ass. Her nails bit into his shoulders, and he knew that she was drawing blood in at least one spot, but it only served to make him hotter, and he drove into her body only a few more times before he began to feel the familiar stirrings that meant his orgasm was coming close. He didn't want to cum this quickly, so he pulled out and rolled her over on top of him.
"I think you'd better be on top for a bit," he told her when she looked confused. "I'm getting too close and don't want to lose it just yet." Andrea grinned and slid down Harry's legs until she was level with his erection. He bucked and let out a yelp of pleasure when she fastened her mouth around the head of his cock a second later.
"You think you would mind cumming in my mouth?" she asked, pulling back to give him a long lick. He lifted his head to look down at her, blue-green eyes staring back at him while she engulfed his rod with her lips and tongue.
"You sure? That might be the end of it, you know."
"Oh, I don't think so. From what I saw in the kitchen, Hermione is still going to be a while."
"How long is a while?"
"I'd say at least another hour."
"Seriously?" Andrea nodded and resumed sucking him. Within a few minutes, Harry knew he was going to cum soon whether he wanted to or not, given that she showed no sign of letting his cock go until he shot his load.
"Andrea, oh shit, that feels so good, fuck, you're going to make me... oh shit, oh FUCK, I'm going to cum," Harry moaned softly. "I'mgonnacumI'mgonnacum... Uuuuunnnnngggghhhhh!"
His hot salty juice splattered the back of her throat and she had to fight to swallow it all as he seemed to be shooting a rather large amount. His hips jumped uncontrollably, and his back arched while his hands nearly tore the sheets, he was pulling so hard on the fabric. When he'd finally stopped and settled down, Andrea straddled him once more and slid his still hard dick back into her sopping gash. Harry gasped at the sudden movement, his hips spasmed again.
"AH!" she cried out when his cock bumped into her G-spot as his fingers had just a few minutes earlier. She felt him jerk inside her and started to rock back and forth on him.
"I don't know if I'm going to be able to take this," he groaned, his teeth clenched together, and his hands tight on her gyrating hips. Something slid against his thighs, he looked down to see what it was, having forgotten that he'd asked her to leave her stockings on. The sight of her legs still encased in silk caused his erection to resurge instantly, and he began pumping up into her for every downthrust she gave him.
"Think you can handle it now?" Andrea moaned above him. In answer, he flipped them over and showed her exactly how much he could handle. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and started slamming down into her tight hole. Andrea's body was wracked with orgasms, making her unable to do much more than whimper, moan or in some cases, scream out her ecstasy. Her hands gripped Harry's biceps tightly, leaving more scratches that he knew were probably bleeding a bit.
"You willing to try something else?" he panted in between thrusts. She bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut as she came yet again, but managed to nod. He pulled out, lowered her legs to the bed, then rolled her over and brought her up onto her knees, nudging her head down to the mattress. Andrea felt vaguely ridiculous with her bum in the air and her arms flat at her sides, but that didn't stop her from screeching as his tongue started flicking over her swollen pussy and teasing her hypersensitive clit into climax after climax before pulling away and entering her well- fucked tunnel.
He ran his hands over her stocking clad legs while he banged her, whispering that he was going to have to get Hermione to wear something like this for him. Andrea couldn't resist bringing one of her hands to her mouth, biting one of her knuckles, and the other to her inflamed cunt, fingering her clit madly. When Harry realized what she was doing, he brought one hand around to cover the one between her legs. She stopped what she was doing with a low growl.
"Why won't you let me finish?" she asked him desperately. She heard him laugh softly behind her, his hand started hers moving again.
"I wasn't trying to stop you, I just wanted to feel how you get yourself off." Andrea turned her head so she was face down in the mattress, and lifted a bit so her forehead rested on the bed and lowered the hand that had been in her mouth to pull at her nipples while the other, now joined with Harry's resumed its frenzied pace on her bud in time with his plunging prick. Soon both their hands were covered with her juices, and Harry's fingers began to join in to make her cum over and over until she felt him swell inside her body. He roared his completion seconds before she reached hers, and they collapsed in a sweat drenched heap in the middle of his bed.
"Eeep!" Andrea gasped when his fingers brushed her swollen nub as he pulled his hand from under her a second later so he could roll off her and not crush her with his weight. She turned her head to look back at him and was astonished to see he was running the same hand over his cock, which was still like granite. "You're still hard?" she croaked, her throat sore from all the screaming she'd done. He smiled ruefully and nodded.
"I think it's those stockings of yours. They seem to be a major turn-on for me. Bit like that All-Alert potion Hermione gave me." She frowned thoughtfully.
"That means you're going to be horny all day," she looked at his bedside clock. "And it's going on ten thirty. Hermione and the others are probably getting on being done with the cake by now. A knock sounded and Andrea began to search for her clothes frantically. Harry merely got up and went to answer the knock, which sounded again. He peered around the door and stepped back to let his fiancée into the room, closing the door behind her. Hermione noted Harry's erection and looked to the bed where Andrea had collapsed with relief. She saw her friend was wearing her almost ever-present stockings and suspenders.
"I thought that you would be done The cake's finished, Ginny, Kailah and Maureen have gone home to get ready for the fitting. Have you two been talking all this time?" she asked.
"No," Andy moaned, her voice muffled from her having pulled one of Harry's pillows over her face. She held up one leg. "These turn him on!" Hermione turned to Harry, who nodded with a slight blush.
"They're working like that potion you gave me."
"Oh God," Hermione said with a sigh.
"I'm never wearing them over here again!" Andrea announced. Harry and Hermione laughed at this. Hermione glanced at her fiancé's cock and grinned.
"Andy, why don't you get dressed and I'll take you back to your flat, then come back here and help Harry while you shower and change." Her friend got up from the bed and gathered her clothes, pulling them on quickly. Hermione pushed Harry against the wall, slowly stroking him while she waited. He groaned softly as he watched Andrea cover up those damned enticing stockings. Hermione squeezed his shaft gently and his eyes fluttered closed. He sighed with delight, knowing what she was going to do to him when she came back. Five minutes later, Andrea said that she was ready, and the two of them headed out to the front room, Hermione promising Harry that she would return.
"Ginny, Kailah and Maureen took the cake to Hogwarts. The only way I could get permission from the Ministry to take Muggles past the security at Hogwarts was if I promised that the only time that they would be there is during the party and they could only get there by arriving with a witch or wizard. Almost all of the people on the list accepted, so we're going to have to get there a bit early to finish setting up, since they'll start arriving around six. I'll be back to get you in about an hour, and we'll head to the fitting, then the Burrow from there," Hermione whispered quickly as they prepared to leave the flat. Andrea nodded.
"Do me a favor?" Blue-green eyes turned to her. "Please don't wear the stockings tonight. We'll never see Harry if he's off having a wank somewhere." The two friends began giggling and with Hermione's hand tight on Andrea's upper arm, the pair of them disappeared.
