Early Experiments.

This is my new-old fic. I have translated it and changed some things to make it canon. I hope you like it.

Hermione moaned faintly. She felt the desire growing unstoppably inside her once more. Hands ran softly along the skin of her thighs as a warm, wet tongue stroked over and over between her legs, tirelessly exploring her sex, and provoking the most delicious and wicked sensations.

A small growl of frustration escaped her mouth when she noticed her lover's lips leaving her skin, but the protest was quickly silenced as he began to climb up her body, giving her small kisses, biting and licking his way through it.

She had met Stuart Ledford at a party earlier that evening. From the first moment she had found him to be an incredibly attractive and pleasant person; that and several months of 'sexual drought' had been responsible that, before she knew it, she was in his bed and fornicating like there was no tomorrow.

To her pleasant surprise, Stuart had proved to be not only a charming person but also the best lover she had ever had. Maybe their relationship wasn't serious, and maybe it never would be, but for the moment she couldn't care less; all she wanted now was to enjoy the moment as much as she could.

All coherent thought left her head when she felt the warmth of his erection sliding between her folds, and pressing lightly against her entrance. She shifted her position slightly to ease the penetration and nodded her head. Her body accepted the invasion almost effortlessly. Stuart let out a sigh and began to move slowly, eliciting a moan from her each time he pushed back inside her. His movements accelerated gradually, as Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, her eyes closed, concentrating on the incredible sensations he was creating with his thrusts.

Stuart lifted her hips slightly and leaned over her, increasing the friction against her already overexcited clit. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. "Stuart... I can't take it anymore." He looked at her for a moment. They were both at the limit of their endurance. They intertwined their hands tightly and continued to pound flesh against flesh at an even more frantic pace.

Hermione was the first to reach orgasm. In the midst of the rising waves of pleasure that clouded her mind an image fleetingly appeared: Ron naked, on top of her, inside her, wildly thrusting into her again and again. She felt her insides melt, and an absolute ecstasy swept through her, tensing each and every one of her muscles. Almost immediately she felt her lover's heat deep inside her and his sweaty, panting body collapsing on top of hers with a choked moan.

They lay like that for a few minutes, catching their breath. Then Stuart kissed her tenderly and withdrew from inside her, slipping to one side and falling almost immediately into a deep sleep.

Normally Hermione would have been annoyed that her lover fell asleep so quickly, in some way it made her feel used, but after giving her the best night of sex of her life, she understood perfectly well that he could be totally exhausted. Besides, it allowed her to concentrate on another small matter: why the hell she'd been thinking about Ron at THAT very moment, and why she'd had the most intense orgasm since... well, for a long, long time.

As soon as she gave some thought about it, she realised what had happened: Stuart had held her hands, interlacing their fingers, like Ron used to do. No doubt that was the reason why she had unconsciously associated Ron with him. And as for why she'd been so aroused... Well, that didn't really require any explanation either, apart from Stuart's very remarkable skill as a lover.

But if it was all so obvious, then why did she feel so uneasy? It was like when she thought she had solved a problem, but inside she knew that it wasn't the right answer; that she had inadvertently overlooked something important.

After a few minutes of hesitation and after checking that Stuart was still asleep, she decided to try a little experiment. She put her hands between her legs and began to caress herself. She closed her eyes and imagined Ron had his head between her legs, licking her, invading her insides with his tongue, nibbling playfully at her lips, licking her clit. She began to rub herself faster, imagining that her hands were his lips, his tongue, his teeth.

The orgasm hit her abruptly, almost by surprise, shaking her from head to toe and leaving her panting and limp for the second time in a few minutes. She withdrew her hand from between her legs and brought it to her mouth. She stopped an instant before licking her fingers. It wasn't Ron's semen that covered them, but of the man sleeping next to her. She wiped her hand on the sheets.

It was so weird! She enjoyed oral sex, but she never let them come in her mouth. She just didn't like it. And now thinking about Ron she'd been about to... "And if it really was Ron's. Would you have stopped too?" She thought about it for a few seconds, but honestly, she already knew the answer.

She lay there on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. "Now it looks like you're getting turned on by your best friend, what's next...? Ginny?" she tried to calm down and rationalize it. They were nothing more than fantasies, just that. Nothing real. She had nothing to worry about. She closed her eyes and relaxed on the soft bed.

She had known Ron since childhood, and he had always been her best friend; nothing more, nothing less.

As she thought about it, a small, almost forgotten memory caught up with her. That wasn't entirely true: At Hogwarts, she had been infatuated with him for some time; Around the fifth or sixth year, if she remembered correctly. It was just a passing crush, the usual teenage thing. Over the years she had come to forget it completely. She felt the sweet pain of nostalgia. Among so many horrible things that had happened during those years, it was nice to have that small, warm memory back.

A small grunt brought her back to reality. She turned her head and watched as Stuart tossed and turned in the sheets and continued to sleep peacefully, totally oblivious to his bedmate's problems.

It was clear that, for that night, the fun was over. She got out of bed careful not to wake him, gathered her clothes and quietly left the bedroom.

To write smut in English is really hard. I know ten words for every bit, but I can't really comprehend their Clinical, Usual, Kinky, or Crass level.

For this chapter I tried to use 'Usual' level. This Hermione isn't a teenager, but an adult woman. For her, sex is something as normal as go out to dinner.

If some word don't feel right, or is funny, etc... tell me and I will change it. As always, comments, criticisms, threats (if they are funny), etc will be welcome.