Chapter Two: A Lesson in Kissing
"So let's get started, shall we?"
"What, NOW?" said Harry, surprised.
"Yes, now," said Ginny, sounding very business-like. "You've got just under a month to become the World's Greatest Lover. Time is of the essence."
Harry swallowed. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind. He had rather hoped he'd have a day or two to get used to the idea of Ginny giving him sex lessons.
"Okay," he said.
"Sit on the bed next to me," she instructed, and he obeyed.
"Now, kiss me," she ordered.
Harry swallowed again. He could do that. "Okay." He gripped her by the shoulders and kissed her in what he thought was a very passionate way.
"Whoa, whoa," said Ginny pushing him away.
"What?" Harry said quickly, feeling his pants get tight.
"Slow down, Speedy," she teased, her voice slightly husky. "It's sex, not Beat the Clock."
"Okay."
"First things first: too much tongue," said Ginny. "A girl wants to be kissed, she doesn't want her tonsils cleaned."
"Right," said Harry, shifting a bit in the hopes that his jeans would stop pinching him in his most sensitive areas.
"Second," said Ginny. "You're way too worked up. I mean, we kissed for three seconds and you're practically ready to burst out of your pants."
Harry's hands flew to his crotch. "Uh, sorry."
"It's okay," said Ginny, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Look, you're not a bad kisser, but you need to rethink your whole attitude about kissing."
"I do?"
"Yes," said Ginny lightly. "See, kissing can either lead to other things or it doesn't, but either way, a kiss is what tells a girl whether or not she wants to continue. If the kiss is really good, she'll want to go further, believe me. Maybe not right away, but definitely at some point in the future. A bad kiss? That's a HUGE turn-off."
"So, what makes a really good kiss?" said Harry, fascinated.
"It's all in the approach," said Ginny. "First, you have to relax."
"Right," said Harry, and he shook his head a little and jiggled his shoulders.
"Take a deep breath," said Ginny. He did.
"Now, when you kiss a girl, you need to pay attention," said Ginny. "I mean, really pay attention. A good kiss, it has to be savored. Imagine you're eating a really incredible strawberry. I don't mean start chewing, but if you slow down and you eat a really ripe strawberry and you pay attention to how the fruit tastes on your tongue, the texture of it. That's how you approach a good kiss."
"Wow," said Harry, his trousers feeling tight again.
"Kiss me again," said Ginny. "Slowly. Pay attention, to your mouth and to your hands. Okay?"
"Right," said Harry. He moved closer to her on the bed. He reached up and brushed her hair back from her shoulders. It felt very soft in his fingers. Then he reached up and touched her face.
"That's good," she said in a low voice.
Encouraged, Harry leaned closer. Ginny closed her eyes. He brushed his lips against hers. He felt a little jump inside his pants and for a very horrible split second he wondered if he'd lost himself again, but he hadn't. He reached up with his other hand and wrapped it around the base of Ginny's neck, and kissed her again, very slowly.
Not too much tongue, he thought, but she opened her mouth and he felt her tongue brush feather light against his.
Oh, god, he thought, his crotch throbbing as he kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and tangled her fingers in his hair. Their tongues tangled slowly against each other, their mouths moved and pressed together. Harry felt a moan escape his throat. The kiss proceeded for several more seconds, slow and deep and wet, but not too wet. It was perfect.
Ginny broke the kiss; Harry almost protested out loud, but he found he couldn't talk. His pants were pinching him painfully. He was breathing heavily. He couldn't remember ever kissing Susan like that. Or Cho. Or even Ginny, that night at the Yule Ball.
"That was--very good," said Ginny, looking flushed. Her eyes were slightly glazed. "Much better." She took a deep breath and backed away from him.
"You--you see what I mean?" she said, her voice a bit strangled.
"Yeah," said Harry, his brain reeling, his lips on fire, his crotch straining against the confines of his jeans. "Yeah."
"We need to do something about that," Ginny said, her voice more matter-of- fact, and she pointed to Harry's groin.
Harry blushed and put his hands over his crotch again. "I can't help that," he said, a little defensively.
"Yes, you can," said Ginny. "You just need to think about other things so you don't get overly excited."
"But--but you just said," said Harry, still trying to breathe normally, "that I had to pay attention to kissing."
"You do," said Ginny, recovering herself a little. "But the minute you start to feel really excited, think of something totally non-sexual."
"Like dead kittens?" Harry suggested.
"Too gross," said Ginny. "No, something mundane. Like your tests at work, or Quidditch or something. The point is to control your excitement, not kill it."
"Okay," said Harry, nodding.
"Try it again," said Ginny. "Do what you did before, but when you start to get excited, think about something else."
"Right." Harry took a deep breath and leaned in, kissing her again. Wow, her lips were amazing, he thought. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her against him and kissed her slowly and deeply; she had her hands in his hair again. God, but this was good. He felt himself straining against the fabric of his jeans.
Quidditch, he thought quickly. Quidditch. Ginny naked on a broom--
No, that wouldn't work.
Reports, he thought. I have to file a report at work when I get back from holiday. And mail; how much mail would he have in his inbox when he got back? What state would his desk be in? His desk. Him, kissing Ginny and tearing off her clothes and leaning her back onto his desk and running his tongue--
No! Dead kittens! Dead kittens!
"Okay," said Ginny, breaking the kiss.
"Right," said Harry in a strangled voice. The pain in his crotch had subsided somewhat.
"That was good," said Ginny, smiling and smoothing her hair. Her lips were very red and her freckled face and chest were flushed. "How'd you do?"
"Okay," Harry lied. "I thought of, you know, mundane stuff." Ginny looked pointedly down at his groin.
"Not bad," she said. "See, it just takes a bit of practice." She stood up and breathed deeply; she seemed to be a little flustered herself.
"So, I think that'll do for today," she said. "You seem to have gotten the idea. But there's a lot to cover."
"Right," said Harry, feeling his breathing slow down and return to normal. "So, uh, when--"
"Friday night," said Ginny. "We'll have dinner somewhere and come back here. Hermione's got some thing with her parents and Ron'll be there."
"Sure," said Harry. "Uh, seven o'clock okay? I'll just meet you here then?"
"All right," said Ginny. She stood up from the bed and headed for the door. Harry got up, relieved beyond words that his jeans were no longer pinching him.
"You can show yourself out?" Ginny asked. She seemed a bit anxious for him to leave all of a sudden.
"Sure," said Harry, feeling a little disappointed that she wanted to get rid of him so quickly.
"See you Friday," she said, and she leaned up and kissed him very fast on the cheek.
"Bye," he said, backing out of her room. "Thanks."
"You bet," said Ginny, smiling. He backed out of her room further and she shut the door.
Harry's erection might had vanished, but the side effects of kissing Ginny, twice, like he had just done seemed to settle in his legs; he felt like he'd been hit with a Jelly Legs Jinx. He clutched the railing as he walked down the stairs. He couldn't wait to finally kiss Cho like that.
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Author's Note: Harry the Horny Horndog was my second choice for a title. :- D Please review!
"So let's get started, shall we?"
"What, NOW?" said Harry, surprised.
"Yes, now," said Ginny, sounding very business-like. "You've got just under a month to become the World's Greatest Lover. Time is of the essence."
Harry swallowed. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind. He had rather hoped he'd have a day or two to get used to the idea of Ginny giving him sex lessons.
"Okay," he said.
"Sit on the bed next to me," she instructed, and he obeyed.
"Now, kiss me," she ordered.
Harry swallowed again. He could do that. "Okay." He gripped her by the shoulders and kissed her in what he thought was a very passionate way.
"Whoa, whoa," said Ginny pushing him away.
"What?" Harry said quickly, feeling his pants get tight.
"Slow down, Speedy," she teased, her voice slightly husky. "It's sex, not Beat the Clock."
"Okay."
"First things first: too much tongue," said Ginny. "A girl wants to be kissed, she doesn't want her tonsils cleaned."
"Right," said Harry, shifting a bit in the hopes that his jeans would stop pinching him in his most sensitive areas.
"Second," said Ginny. "You're way too worked up. I mean, we kissed for three seconds and you're practically ready to burst out of your pants."
Harry's hands flew to his crotch. "Uh, sorry."
"It's okay," said Ginny, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Look, you're not a bad kisser, but you need to rethink your whole attitude about kissing."
"I do?"
"Yes," said Ginny lightly. "See, kissing can either lead to other things or it doesn't, but either way, a kiss is what tells a girl whether or not she wants to continue. If the kiss is really good, she'll want to go further, believe me. Maybe not right away, but definitely at some point in the future. A bad kiss? That's a HUGE turn-off."
"So, what makes a really good kiss?" said Harry, fascinated.
"It's all in the approach," said Ginny. "First, you have to relax."
"Right," said Harry, and he shook his head a little and jiggled his shoulders.
"Take a deep breath," said Ginny. He did.
"Now, when you kiss a girl, you need to pay attention," said Ginny. "I mean, really pay attention. A good kiss, it has to be savored. Imagine you're eating a really incredible strawberry. I don't mean start chewing, but if you slow down and you eat a really ripe strawberry and you pay attention to how the fruit tastes on your tongue, the texture of it. That's how you approach a good kiss."
"Wow," said Harry, his trousers feeling tight again.
"Kiss me again," said Ginny. "Slowly. Pay attention, to your mouth and to your hands. Okay?"
"Right," said Harry. He moved closer to her on the bed. He reached up and brushed her hair back from her shoulders. It felt very soft in his fingers. Then he reached up and touched her face.
"That's good," she said in a low voice.
Encouraged, Harry leaned closer. Ginny closed her eyes. He brushed his lips against hers. He felt a little jump inside his pants and for a very horrible split second he wondered if he'd lost himself again, but he hadn't. He reached up with his other hand and wrapped it around the base of Ginny's neck, and kissed her again, very slowly.
Not too much tongue, he thought, but she opened her mouth and he felt her tongue brush feather light against his.
Oh, god, he thought, his crotch throbbing as he kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and tangled her fingers in his hair. Their tongues tangled slowly against each other, their mouths moved and pressed together. Harry felt a moan escape his throat. The kiss proceeded for several more seconds, slow and deep and wet, but not too wet. It was perfect.
Ginny broke the kiss; Harry almost protested out loud, but he found he couldn't talk. His pants were pinching him painfully. He was breathing heavily. He couldn't remember ever kissing Susan like that. Or Cho. Or even Ginny, that night at the Yule Ball.
"That was--very good," said Ginny, looking flushed. Her eyes were slightly glazed. "Much better." She took a deep breath and backed away from him.
"You--you see what I mean?" she said, her voice a bit strangled.
"Yeah," said Harry, his brain reeling, his lips on fire, his crotch straining against the confines of his jeans. "Yeah."
"We need to do something about that," Ginny said, her voice more matter-of- fact, and she pointed to Harry's groin.
Harry blushed and put his hands over his crotch again. "I can't help that," he said, a little defensively.
"Yes, you can," said Ginny. "You just need to think about other things so you don't get overly excited."
"But--but you just said," said Harry, still trying to breathe normally, "that I had to pay attention to kissing."
"You do," said Ginny, recovering herself a little. "But the minute you start to feel really excited, think of something totally non-sexual."
"Like dead kittens?" Harry suggested.
"Too gross," said Ginny. "No, something mundane. Like your tests at work, or Quidditch or something. The point is to control your excitement, not kill it."
"Okay," said Harry, nodding.
"Try it again," said Ginny. "Do what you did before, but when you start to get excited, think about something else."
"Right." Harry took a deep breath and leaned in, kissing her again. Wow, her lips were amazing, he thought. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her against him and kissed her slowly and deeply; she had her hands in his hair again. God, but this was good. He felt himself straining against the fabric of his jeans.
Quidditch, he thought quickly. Quidditch. Ginny naked on a broom--
No, that wouldn't work.
Reports, he thought. I have to file a report at work when I get back from holiday. And mail; how much mail would he have in his inbox when he got back? What state would his desk be in? His desk. Him, kissing Ginny and tearing off her clothes and leaning her back onto his desk and running his tongue--
No! Dead kittens! Dead kittens!
"Okay," said Ginny, breaking the kiss.
"Right," said Harry in a strangled voice. The pain in his crotch had subsided somewhat.
"That was good," said Ginny, smiling and smoothing her hair. Her lips were very red and her freckled face and chest were flushed. "How'd you do?"
"Okay," Harry lied. "I thought of, you know, mundane stuff." Ginny looked pointedly down at his groin.
"Not bad," she said. "See, it just takes a bit of practice." She stood up and breathed deeply; she seemed to be a little flustered herself.
"So, I think that'll do for today," she said. "You seem to have gotten the idea. But there's a lot to cover."
"Right," said Harry, feeling his breathing slow down and return to normal. "So, uh, when--"
"Friday night," said Ginny. "We'll have dinner somewhere and come back here. Hermione's got some thing with her parents and Ron'll be there."
"Sure," said Harry. "Uh, seven o'clock okay? I'll just meet you here then?"
"All right," said Ginny. She stood up from the bed and headed for the door. Harry got up, relieved beyond words that his jeans were no longer pinching him.
"You can show yourself out?" Ginny asked. She seemed a bit anxious for him to leave all of a sudden.
"Sure," said Harry, feeling a little disappointed that she wanted to get rid of him so quickly.
"See you Friday," she said, and she leaned up and kissed him very fast on the cheek.
"Bye," he said, backing out of her room. "Thanks."
"You bet," said Ginny, smiling. He backed out of her room further and she shut the door.
Harry's erection might had vanished, but the side effects of kissing Ginny, twice, like he had just done seemed to settle in his legs; he felt like he'd been hit with a Jelly Legs Jinx. He clutched the railing as he walked down the stairs. He couldn't wait to finally kiss Cho like that.
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Author's Note: Harry the Horny Horndog was my second choice for a title. :- D Please review!
