Tracey smiled. Unlike with boys who might have offered the same agreement, she enjoyed the idea of Sara thinking about her like that. She vowed to shorten her skirts first thing when she got back to her dorm room.
“You know?” Tracey chuckled, starting to return to her normal self. “And so modest too…” She grinned challengingly at her fellow Slytherin.
Sitting up, she felt sore from Sara breaking her hymen. The tackiness she felt she was finally able to identify as blood, but looking down at Sara’s hand she didn’t see any. Unsure exactly what happened, Tracey was too embarrassed to ask.
Tracey moaned as Sara deepened the kiss. She squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable on the table as her wands went back to caress Sara’s breasts just like she had showed her.
For now, she kept kissing Sara hoping for a hint on what she wanted next.