Lavender made an excited sound. It didn’t bother her that Fleur didn’t ask to be her girlfriend. Fleur’s confidence in herself made her so much sexier. It also hinted that she knew Lavender well too and knew what she wanted. “I didn’t know I had a girlfriend,” Lavender teased, unable to hide her glee. She flung her arms around Fleur and hugged her tight, thoughts of her meeting with Ron in the hall flying from her mind.
“Me too,” Lavender swooned. “I watch you…sometimes,” she admitted softly. “When I can see you…down there…you get wetter sometimes as I am staring and you open up a little…” She moaned wantonly. “It is so hot, Fleur.”
“Yes,” she hissed as her head fell back, baring her neck to Fleur’s wicked lips. Lavender’s body responded instantly as the muscles in her aching cunt clenched at Fleur’s fingers. She felt an urgent tightness deep inside her.
The hands behind Fleur’s head broke their clasp on each other and Lavender began to lightly rub Fleur’s neck. “Yes…oh…oh my…” Lavender panted before moaning loudly. “Are you sure this is…okay?” she asked, her eyes pinched shut. “That I am not doing anything for you…yet?”
Lavender wanted to touch Fleur, yet she wanted to be indulgent for a few minutes.