Megan frowned. “You Ravenclaws, such smarty-pants,” she admonished playfully. One hand slowly slid down Jessica’s body. The tremble increased slightly the nearer she drew to Jessica’s shorts. Slowly, her fingers dipped into the waistband as she held her arm in a straight, awkward angle.
She wondered what kind of knickers Jessica wore. Megan’s were girlish bikinis that were hardly scandalous. They were cotton and light pink and white stripes. Her fingertips brushed the top of Jessica’s knickers. Drawing in a deep breath for strength, Megan brushed the front of them…
“Huh?” Megan asked. “Oh, sure, right.” She didn’t want to sound stupid. She’d heard the name before, some of the teenager Muggle friends from home loved him but Megan couldn’t have quoted anything he’d written or said. “Oh, right. I agree with him.” She nodded. “One hundred percent.” She smiled at Jessica encouragingly.
She was sure this was going to be a fun night.
“I plan to,” Megan said with a grin. Not sure she was ready for more between Jessica’s legs, she returned her hands to her wonderful breasts and massaged them lightly. She tried to mix up her movements, slow and firm to fast and light to kneading then to a light pinching. She experimented as she tried to think of what she liked when someone was touching her like that.
Megan returned her lips to Jessica’s to kiss her slowly and deeply. “Jessica?” she whimpered into the kiss. “You can…keep touching me…anywhere you want.”