“I bet.” Ginny smiled. She didn’t even consider what had actually happened. Which was probably a good thing because she would have been totally flabbergasted. “If I didn’t have a game tomorrow, I might become a permanent resident of your bed for a few weeks.”
Ginny smiled. She didn’t really understand what Gabrielle was getting at. What at Beauxbaton’s allowed her to know secrets and gossip? She would need to find out, but not right now.
It was getting warmer and Ginny’s breath hitched as Gabrielle got a little closer to her. Licking her lips, that had suddenly gone dry, she composed herself to continue. “She got to her knees and she was very enthusiastic about what she was doing.” Ginny giggled. “She did this thing with her finger as I was leaning against the wall…wow.” Her tone was getting breathy and she adopted a wistful look.
“I took her over to the bench and…got something out of my locker. It turns out that she was really submissive. She let me do whatever I wanted to her,” Ginny said naughtily. “I started by fingering her over and over, licking her between. Then I put on my strap on and we laid down. She was on top of me, but I rolled her over and put her on her hands and knees…”
Ginny was getting really randy as she retold the story. It had been a really hot encounter, her first little fling as a professional Quidditch player.