Hannah knew that staying there was wrong. Not only was it violating the privacy of her best friend, but it was also dangerously close to cheating.
Just not as close as Neville had been.
Hannah found herself unable to move from the keyhole. Lacking the courage to confront Neville, she found herself desiring a way to strike back. Watching Susan with a stripper was not a good one, but it was the best she had.
So, she peeked once more, taking a note of the room. The stripper was sitting on the bed, finally naked other than his half-mask, while Susan was sitting next to him, leaning against his body. She still had all her clothes, but that didn't matter much. Not only her full clothing had been reduced to just underwear set after her repeated losses, but also the cups of her bra had been pulled down, turning her bra into a frame around her breasts.
And, there was a lot to frame there. Susan's size was not a shock. They were best friends who had lived in the same dorm for years. It was inevitable that she had seen Susan naked many times. Yet, tonight, it was different.
Tonight, she was seeing Susan's breasts with a set of fingers buried in them, mauling them hard like he owned them. His fingers were rough and merciless, clearly hard enough to hurt, but Susan's face was one of ecstasy.
Hannah shivered as she looked down at her own breasts, stuffed in a boring set of bra that was not too different from what Susan was wearing — with an equal lack of success — and wondered if his fingers would feel the same.
Too bad she could never do something like that, not to mention what Susan was doing, with her fingers wrapped around his naked shaft, moving up and down steadily.
No wonder Susan was visiting the 'bathroom' so many times.
Hannah watched in shock as Susan's hands danced while he mauled her tits. Susan moaned again and again, making no sound due to the silencing charm … until she started to make some. The silencing charm just failed.
Hannah found out that, despite getting even more of that domineering show, her desire to join had suddenly lessened. It took a moment for her to realize the reason for it … and once she did, a deep blush covered her face, ashamed of herself.
It was because he wasn't magically powerful.
She shivered. It was like looking into a mirror while wearing glasses for the first time. Getting a real glimpse of her true self was unsettling. Hannah knew it wasn't fair. Why should something like magical strength have anything to do with being attracted?
But, thinking about it, Hannah understood the problem easily. Just how magically powerful a mere stripper could be. If he was, he would have got a better job already.
Then, before she could even process a shocking revelation about herself, he spoke. "Time's up, Susan. You lose," he said. He had used his voice rather than the earlier throaty tone, one that sounded shockingly familiar, but Hannah failed to recognize it. But, she wasn't able to think about it anymore, not when he grabbed Susan's hair, and without even waiting for an answer, pushed her head down.
Hannah's eyes widened as Susan's mouth was filled with his cock, making Susan gag in shock.
Just like that, the attraction was back. Not as intense as before realizing his magical weakness, but still enough to make her bra feel too tight. Watching Susan's breasts smashing against his muscular leg didn't help suppressing that feeling.
Helpless, she reached to her back and unhooked her bra. It was the only way she could prevent herself from suffocating. Or, at least, that was what she said to herself. Her hands landed on her breasts, mauling them, imagining those hands belonging to the stripper.
Hannah breathed hard even as she traced the flush of Susan's stuffed checks before traveling down her collar to her pale breasts. Her mind went back to the photos Hermione showed her, imagining how Susan would have looked covered with his cum.
Then, her mind wandered further, making her think how she would look at the same position. Especially if his hand was around her hair like he was grabbing Susan's beautiful red mane — assuming he wasn't bored by Hannah's listless brown hair.
"Well, someone's having fun," someone whispered in her ear. Lost in the moment, Hannah only realized her identity when she felt a pair of tits pressing to her back. Hannah yelped in fear, but luckily, Hermione was smart enough to silence her with her hand. "Careful, we don't want to ruin the show, do we?" she whispered.
"I…" she whimpered as she wilted, realizing that she got caught. Though, considering she was in the middle of the corridor, it was hardly a challenge to discover her.
"Come on, Hannah, there's no need to be ashamed. After all, the whole reason I hired a stripper was to give a show. And, I'm sure Susan wouldn't begrudge you for getting some inspiration from her."
Hannah whimpered helplessly, unable to identify the reason for her own reaction. It might be about her words, or it might be about the utterly confident way she delivered those words. Hannah never heard Hermione speaking like that, and worse, it was making her feel things she didn't expect to feel toward a woman.
Of course, that whimper was about Hermione's hand, landing on her breast, her thumb and forefinger squeezing her nipple, while her other hand attacked her other breast with wild abandon. Hannah whimpered as Hermione's hands crushed her breasts, filling her mind with a pleasure she had never felt.
Even when she was kissing Neville.
As for touching her breasts, they didn't even compare. The rare times Neville touched them, it was always above clothes, and always gentle and hesitant, like Hannah could break at any second. Hannah had always assumed that it was because of Neville's sensitive side … but he didn't have any problem palming that whore stripper back in Ron's party.
Hannah knew that it was wrong for her to think about it, especially right now, but she couldn't help but wonder why she was attracted to Neville. And, she hadn't liked the answer she reached.
It was because Neville was magically powerful. That was a fact that had been enough to fuel their otherwise tepid relationship, especially since Hannah was blind to the reason. Yet, as she watched that weak stripper treat Susan like a toy — while her own tits were mauled by Hermione — she couldn't help but reassess it.
What use was the power and potential, when he wasn't willing to use it to treat her… how she deserved.
"Someone's getting very wet," Hermione muttered even as her hand traveled down, and slipped inside her wet panties. Hannah shivered, especially since Hermione circled her clit far faster than she ever did. She moaned, but Hermione clearly predicted it, pressing her hand against her lips once more to silence her. "Careful, we don't want Susan to get scared, do we?"
"N-no, we don't," Hannah answered automatically.
"Good, now, play with your tits. They are masterpieces deserving attention, but unfortunately, I only have two hands."
Hannah was conflicted by the speed she followed Hermione's order, but that died under the pleasure as she put her hands on her boobs once more, and her face contorted with desire and passion. The pleasure turned into a fog, blanketing her mind, one Hannah didn't want to dispel.
Instead, she lost herself at Hermione's hands even as she peered through the door, but struggled to maintain.
"Let me help," Hermione said and put her hand — one that was still wet with her juices — against the door, and concentrated for a moment. It turned transparent. Hannah froze in fear, before realizing that the occupants of the room didn't react to her presence.
"Don't worry, it's one way," Hermione said.
Hannah watched Susan moan and gasp, her tits dancing even as the stripper treated her like a toy to get his cock wet. And, to her fascination, Susan was able to swallow almost all of it. The view was as incredible as Hermione casting spells without a wand.
"I just don't know why I'm shaking so much. Is that normal?" Hannah whispered.
"Oh, it's very normal. It's a result of your boyfriend. You would have known how a build-up to a proper climax would feel, you wouldn't have been shocked. But don't be too sad. It was the same with me and Ron. Only when H-Henry decided to take me, I learned about such things."
Hannah wondered why Hermione stammered at his name, but after a moment, assumed that it was about his identity needing to stay hidden, and moved on. She had more important things to worry about.
Like how sexy Susan looked as he changed their position, and started fucking her tits. Or the fact that Hermione's fingers caressed her wetness more and more, building an explosive climax. This time, however, she didn't silence her with her hand. "Don't worry, feel free to moan as loud as possible. I silenced you," she said.
Hannah opened her mouth and found out that no sound left her mouth. Not even when she shouted. It was weird, that she still received the physical sensation of shouting, but no voice left her. Hannah shuddered. Giving such a localized silence was much more difficult than just putting the charm around them.
Meaning, it was intentional.
That proved enough to topple her. She started shivering and moaning, a pleasure she had never felt filling her. Right now, she understood why Hermione had told her that she never had a proper climax.
She was right.
"Oh, if you think this is impressive, you have to try Henry's cock. Nothing quite meets the feeling of being split even as he looks you like he owns you."
Hannah wanted to ask whether they could knock and see if she could try it. But, she was still silenced, and Hermione already stood up. "Follow me back to the living room," Hermione ordered.
Hannah tried, but her legs fell under her. "Come on, let me help," Hermione said even as she grabbed her hair. Hannah shivered. Still, Hermione caught her gaze in a silent question. Hannah nodded.
Then, followed Hermione back to the living room, moving on all fours…
