Hermione wasn't genuinely mad at Fred, she knew what it looked like. However it gave her a great reason to storm off and she needed to get out of here, she wasn't quite ready for the intensity of their proposed relationship just yet. She knew it was horrible to lie about being pregnant but it killed two birds with one stone. not only would it give her time to sort some things out but it would also but it would also make sure that Fred and George were ready for a relationship with her. She knew if the three of them were together would be very intense, which could be great in some ways of course, but it would also be dangerous to their relationship. What if she really was pregnant? Could the brothers really be happy to accept this not ever knowing who the biological father was?
Hermione owled Michael telling him to let her know when he was home, she was hoping it wouldn't take him long to get back to her. In anticipation of his owl Hermione went and had a hot shower, she washed her hair, shaved and lathered herself in magical body wash which would give her skin a slightly sparkle and glow.
Hermione couldn't help but check the time as she waited for the reply owl. Hermione couldn't help but wonder where Michael was. She wondered if he was on a date, after all their relationship was merely intellectual and physical. Hermione's relationship with Fred had always been intense; with George she had been kidding herself thinking it was only physical. She had always secretly admired both of the twins intelligence, even when they had been back when they were still at school. Of course back in those days she pretended to despise them. Hermione laughed to herself at the memory of the twins mischievous past. She wondered what her sixteen year old self have had to say about the situation she was in now. Hermione couldn't believe only three years ago she had been sixteen, she had always been mature but looking back she was so immature. Hermione knew that her sixteen would not approve of her decision to attempt a relationship with both Fred and George.
Hermione took her time deciding what to wear, for the first time in a long time she plugged her iPod into the speakers and turned it up. Dancing around in her towel she entered her wardrobe and went about on deciding what to wear. Digging first through her underwear draw she decided on a relatively new set she had acquired. The red frilly panties flattered her arse incredibly she couldn't help but notice as she dressed in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She then slipped on the matching red lacy bra which also had a little padding to give her a little extra boost which never hurt.
She selected a dress and hung it on the doorway so when he owled she could simply slid it on and join him at his place. Wearing only her underwear she made her way back to the bathroom she put on her make up without having to worry about getting it on her dress. Doing her hair in light curls she smiled sultrily in the mirror before breaking into a smile, she knew she looked good.
As the song on her iPod ended and a new one started she enthusiastically danced along, spinning her hips in small circles she could help but imagine she was in the middle of a club pressed between Fred and George. However this thought was pushed out of her mind as she heard an owl in the kitchen where she had left a window undo for the bird. Sprinting into the kitchen in her underwear Hermione quickly untied the note.
I just got home, come over when ever.
Hermione would never normally leave almost instantly as that is a sign of desperation, but given the fact that Hermione was desperate she didn't hesitate. Summoning the dress she quickly placed her legs inside it before sliding it up her body and magically doing up the zipper she couldn't reach. Grabbing the gel Fred had got for her earlier that evening she put it in her handbag. With one last look in the mirror she apparated straight outside Michael's door. She entered after knocking, not bothering to wait for a response.
"My my Hermione don't you look lovely," Michael complimented in a cocky tone as he took a shot of something that looked like fire whiskey. Hermione was slightly embarrassed but also relieved that he knew this was simply a booty call.
"Want some?" he offered as he poured two shot glasses.
"Sure," Hermione said appreciatively, although she had been waiting for almost an hour to be here... Now she was she was a little nervous, a drink would certainly help with that.
"Twin trouble?" Michael asked cautiously, he knew she didn't really like to talk about it but she also normally didn't drink fire whiskey so he figured it was worth asking.
Hermione let out a quiet chuckle before downing the shot. "Another one," she instructed.
"I will take that as a yes," Michael smiled as he refilled both their glasses.
Watching her down the shot before shaking her head and sticking out her tongue, Michael smiled, "how'd they get to you?"
Hermione reached up to snake her arms nervously around Michael's neck, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Come on Hermione, something is up," Michael said leadingly.
"I love them both." Hermione said simply with her eyes glistening as her arms fell from around his neck. Picking up the bottle of fire whiskey off the bench Hermione took a large swig out of the bottle.
"Firstly I know you love them both," Michael started before lowered the bottle from Hermione's mouth before taking it back. "Secondly, let's not pretend this is your thing. No more fire whiskey for you."
Hermione took a moment before she responded, "I had never said it out loud before."
Michael wrapped his arms around her waist in a non sexual way and pulling her into a tight hug. Whispering in her ear he asked, "what are you doing at my place then?"
Hermione stayed close to him with her head pressed into his firm chest, she was feeling a little stupid now. She had to tell him why she was here, she just didn't know how phrase it. In an attempt to be smooth Hermione lightly started planting kisses across Michael's chest and up his neck. Humouring her he lifted her onto the counter as he tasted the fire whiskey on her lips as he kissed them half heartedly.
Hermione shoved her handbag further onto the bench so it wouldn't fall, she froze when it made a small clicking noise. Michael wouldn't even have noticed if it hadn't been for Hermione's reaction, without breaking the contact with her lips he slid his hand sideways till it was on her bag. Hermione was surprised when he pulled back leaving her sitting on the bench as he clutched her bag curiously.
"Last chance Hermione," Michael offered in a mock serious voice, "why are you here?"
Hermione stuttered awkwardly, "I.. I want to... to try something new."
"I see," Michael smiled smugly as he put two and two together, although he didn't let on to Hermione that he knew what she was wanting. "What exactly do you want to try?"
Hermione clearly didn't want to articulate what she wanted but eventually she realised she had no other option. Hermione managed to mumble in Michael's ear that she wanted to lose her anal virginity. Even though Michael saw this coming he still nearly choked on his own saliva. "What does your bag have to do with it?"
"I hear it can be uncomfortable at first," Hermione said awkwardly, "so it is just something to help".
Michael opened the bag and pulled out the jar, "how about we mainstream a bit first so you can relax." Michael had to bite is tongue to prevent a chuckle escaping; instead he let a reassuring smile spread across his face. "Now, where were we?"
"I believe you were going to help me loosen up," Hermione said flirtatiously. She was still a little nervous about the upcoming anal sex, but she knew she was being silly. After all, Michael was a great guy who wouldn't let anything cause her pain, not to mention the gel makes the best lubricant ever. She was confident she wouldn't be off put.
Michael lifted Hermione off the bench so he could pull her dress over her head in one swoop, "you are ridiculously beautiful. I really am going to miss you."
"I will miss you to, that is why we had better make it memorable."
"Since when have I ever let you down in that department?" Michael whispered huskily her ear as he reached around her to undo her bra. Hermione then allowed him to drag her into the other room and throw her on the bed as she giggled. Hermione hadn't even noticed Michael was still carrying the jar until he sat it on the night stand with the lid off for convenience.
"So what is this stuff?" Michael asked with a grin on his face.
Hermione scooped two fingers in the jar before wiping it off on Michael's collarbone and neck, "shut up and take you clothes off."
Keen to try some more of the gel Michael followed Hermione's orders, Michael hastily undressed as he watched slid off her own underwear. Michael then climbed onto the bed and kneeled in between Hermione's spread legs. Knowing they had things to get to later Michael didn't initiate much foreplay. He teased her for a few moments, sucking lightly on each of her breasts before running his tongue down her abdomen. There he kissed and sucked on her lower stomach till she started fidgeting beneath him.
"You wouldn't be getting impatient now would you Hermione?" Michael asked as he slid his hands up the inside of each of her thighs, clearly taunting her.
"Fuck you," Hermione said trying to suppress a smile.
Within a second Michael had pushed her legs further apart and was kissing her on the lips once again, with his hands supporting him on either side of her head. Hermione raised her hips in an attempt to make contact with the fully hard member that was hovering between the apex of her legs. Her body sought the friction that she knew was coming and moaned quietly. Although Michael enjoyed watching Hermione struggle like this his own desires eventually overcame him.
With one hand Michael teasingly dipped the head of his cock into her slick folds before retreating momentarily, while his other remained holding him above Hermione. The sigh of longing that escaped Hermione's lips was all the motivation and approval that he needed. Michael swiftly slid into her as he pressed his chest against hers. Hermione's hands her now clinging onto his shoulders pressing her chest up into his with the friction leaving her nipple rigid and wanting more contact. With Michael skilfully thrusting he managed hit that special spot inside her with every stroke while at the same time rubbing his chest against hers in long consistent strokes.
Hermione dug her nails into Michael's back as he continued to move inside her; she was getting close and by the sounds of Michael's panting he was right there with her. In an attempt to increase the friction between them she wrapped her arms around his neck, especially since her fingernails had just started drawing blood. Her stomach was now beginning to constrict rhythmically as she gasped for air, she had forgotten to breathe for a few moments.
Hermione nearly cried in agony as Michael stopped thrusting for a few seconds, she tried moving but with his full weight on top of her she couldn't budge. With her arms already around his neck, Michael grabbed the top of Hermione's legs and holding her close flipped the two of them. Releasing the grip of her arms around his neck she sat up and realised that she was now able to take control. Straddling her build friend she began to move, with his hands still firmly placed on her hips he encouraged. She ground her hips in a large circle which delivered a whole new sensation and caused many unintentional sounds to be emitted, from both her and Michael. For a little while Michael let Hermione have a little freedom for once again dominating the encounter.
Wanting to satisfy Hermione's earlier request he pulled her close against him, kissing her as a distraction he was able to reach over to the open jar and dip his fingers in it. Michael then slid his hands past Hermione's armpits so he could rub the gel behind her back onto his other hand. The sensation truly was like nothing else. He did this in an attempt to not give her to much time to think about it, although he also didn't want to startle her.
Hermione continued to move as she felt a finger lightly trail down the curve of her back, leaving her with a pleasurable tingling sensation along her spine. His hand gently pushed her so she was leaning a little closer to Michael then she was before. Once his hand reached the small of her back she realised what was going on, however she disregarded most of her apprehension by focussing on the feeling the finger was leaving behind and the still growing heat in her stomach. Hermione paused and squeaked slightly as a gel coated finger entered her rectum.
"Sorry," she laughed slightly as she resumed her movements, "it was a little cold."
In an attempt to distract Hermione his other hand which was lathered in the gel started massaging her breasts in turn. As Hermione was leaning close to him now some of the gel wiped off the back of his hand onto his own chest which tested Michael's focus. Hermione didn't know if it was the gel working or the fact that she was very distracted by the other parts of Michael's body but the finger only caused her the slightest discomfort as he moved it around inside her very gently. Hermione actually almost forgot the finger was there until he gently removed it.
Very quickly using two fingers he scooped a decent amount of gel on his fingers before returning his hand to her arse. He dipped the original finger again which Hermione accepted without a problem, however when he insert the second finger her felt her rear end tense up and she stopped moving. Careful not to move his fingers Michael gently started rocking his hips in a circular motion in an attempt to encourage Hermione. The gel took a moment for its effects to kick in, but once it did Michael knew immediately as Hermione's arse loosened around his finger and she began to move once again.
Hermione had not yet climaxed with all these distractions, she wondered how Michael had managed it. Hermione figured that all the changing it up must have disturbed his journey to climax also. Knowing this she was very appreciative of the effort he was making; she knew it must be hard for him... Especially because Michael knew why she wanted his help and knowing they would not be able continue their relationship in this manner in the future, assuming of course that things work out with the twins.
Hermione thoughts quickly returned to the present as Michael moved beneath. She matched his thrusts with her hands on his shoulders, using her knees she lifted herself up slightly before sliding back onto him. The overwhelming combination of sliding onto his cock over and over again, the gel covered fingers moving inside her rear and his free hand massaging her breasts in turn, was finally enough to push her over the edge. Watching Hermione with her eyes in rolling into the back of her head and moaning loudly as she came was enough for Michael to join her in bliss. Returning his hands to her hips he rode the waves of pleasure with Hermione now lying on top of him. He lay there barely able to move for a few minutes, Hermione rolled off him as she realised he was struggling to breathe under her full dead weight.
Hermione recovered and was able to move before Michael, so she took the time to kiss Michael tenderly. Normally their kisses were full of heat and need, but this kiss was not like that. If he didn't know any better he would have thought there was something more to their relationship then just the combination of friendship and sex. Placing his hand on her cheek he lightly kissed her back, before she moved her head onto Michael's chest which was still steadily moving up and down.
"Thank you," Hermione whispered against his chest affectionately.
"You welcome," he said as he played with her hair. Hermione couldn't help but feel like a normal couple as she lay there listening to his breathing.
"Why couldn't I have fallen in love with someone like you?" Hermione said honestly.
"Because you may be a genius but you aren't that smart," Michael laughed playfully.
"My mother would approve of you." Hermione said with a cold laugh, "she couldn't stand it when I was going out with Fred. She generally understands this personal stuff, but it turns out not so much when she thinks I am jeopardising my career for a boy."
"If only she knew the half of it," Michael laughed honestly.
"She does know about the half of it," Hermione joked as she sat up slightly and looked down at him.
"Technically she only knows a third of it," Michael laughed, "and it isn't even the best third."
"Shut up. That isn't even funny, if she knew everything I would have to wipe her memory for sure." Hermione laughed.
Michael laughed before suggesting, "how about round two? If your mother knew what I was about to do to you she would ask you to wipe her memory."
Hermione pouted slightly before leaning forward slightly and whispering seductively in his ear, "All talk and no action I see."
With that Michael quickly moved out from under her and flipped her from her side onto her stomach. Hermione with her chin resting on the back of her hands giggled slightly as Michael kneeled behind her, although she wasn't scared the giggle did have a nervous undertone. She laughed a little when she saw Michael's hands reach for the jar that was sitting on the bedside table and emptied the entire contents of the jar in the middle of Hermione's back. Hermione knew it was a little unusual to be turned on by the vibration feeling, given that it was in the middle of her back, but she couldn't help it as the feeling was intense.
Michael then used her back as a palate of sorts, dipping his fingers in the gel before running it over is semi-aroused self. He pressed his palm into the gel before stroking himself a few times, covering his entire length. Once he was ready he scooped up most of the remaining gel, leaving only a gallon sized circle of it on her back. He then wiped his hand over her rear entrance slipping a finger, then two, inside her. Although her muscles tensed at first it was only a reflex action and she quickly relaxed. Knowing she was ready he very carefully eased into her, listening very carefully for any signs of distress. He had expected her to gasp slightly which is why he was so surprised when she dropped her back in some sort of cat like stretch and almost purred as he entered her.
As Michael moved inside her he couldn't help but think how beyond amazing this gel was. He had only entered her a minute ago and already he was ready to come. With the liberally applied gel that he had used on her he was sure she must be getting close to. Although from experience he knew she would probably need something more. Using his left hand he lifted her waist higher, allowing his right hand better access. Scooping the remaining gel into his right hand he teasingly dragged his nails across her stomach before his fingers made their way into her moist folds. With his gel covered fingers he quickly found her clit, pinching it once before rubbing it between his fingers she came almost that instant. Glad he didn't have to wait this time Michael happily let himself loose and joined her in blissful oblivion.
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