Pansy pressed her body against Ginny’s as a hand slowly teased her under her skirt. “It seems like a few things said about you were true,” she murmured into the kiss. It didn’t disappoint Pansy in the least. She knew that her knickers were wet already.
She grabbed Ginny by her shirt and pulled her over to the bench. Sitting down, she pulled Ginny into her lap. “You’ve had my hand up my skirt, it’s only fair.” There was no way for Ginny to reach her under the skirt from where she was.
Pansy’s hand slipped between Ginny’s legs. Striking a delicate balance between hard and soft, she dragged her nails over Ginny’s denim covered thighs. “It looks like someone is excited,” Pansy mused in a breathy tone. “Are you knickers all damp?” She hadn’t found out on her own…yet.