The Art of Touch

"Okay Harry," Hermione said quietly, standing beside her bed with a hairbrush in hand, still a bit damp from the shower, "I know we covered some of this in the Magical Hygiene and You class a couple years back, but I wanted to review it to make sure you understood everything."

"Alright," Harry said just as softly.

The bushy-haired witch took a deep breath and began her lecture, "Just so you know, every girl has the same parts, but every girl is also unique in how those parts look and feel." She paused for a moment, then nodded, "The entirety of a woman's body is an erogenous zone, so you need to make sure to handle everything with care, from soft, gentle strokes of a hair brush to gentle pressure while rubbing the soles of her feet. Everything is important."

"The key is knowing how gentle or firm to be, which requires you to pay close attention to how she responds to your touch. Teasing a knot our of this bushy hair shouldn't hurt…" Hermione sighed, sitting her hairbrush aside, "Right… okay, just like the strokes of the hair brush, you can use your fingers to gently massage a woman's scalp, it's very relaxing, especially above the temples and behind the ears where pressure points can release endorphins to make us feel very good… like chocolate." She ran her fingers through her hair as she spoke, tilting her head about and pointing to the places she spoke about.

"Moving down, you reach the eyes next… eye contact is very important, they're the windows of the soul after all, and you will eventually be able to read what I like or dislike simply by looking into my eyes. Then there's scent and taste, if she doesn't like those… that's not a good thing for you."

Harry nodded, watching as Hermione slowly slipped her bathrobe off, "You have the mammaries, which tend to be a bit ticklish along the sides, surmounted by the areola and nipple…" she sucked in a breath as Harry ran a finger along her breast following along her presentation.

"They're so hard," Harry whispered.

"Yes…" Hermione nodded quickly, "M-moving on…" trying to calm her racing heart as Harry's fingers continue to trace the path of her descriptive anatomy lesson, covering the navel, then the womb with its' ovaries, fallopian tubes, uterus, cervix… she had to pull Harry's deliciously evil fingers away as she panted trying to narrate the mons pubis and…

Harry gently pushed Hermione onto the bed and slipped between the brunette witch's legs, gently running her tongue over Hermione's neither lips, sucking on the hardened little bundle of nerves peeking out from beneath its' glistening hood… latching on as Hermione cried out and a creamy fluid filled Harry's mouth.

Once the shuttering stopped, Harry crawled up Hermione to kiss her girlfriend, allowing the older girl to taste her own essence.

"Oh God, Harry… you're too good at that…"

"Too good?"

"I… I misspoke… you can never be too good at that…"

"You got an O for that lecture, love."

"Yes," Hermione sighed, "So… review the lesson in your own words. I want to make sure you get the same."

"With pleasure…"