Romilda smiled, trying to hide her feeling of triumph. It seemed that Cho might not be such a cold fish after all. The story was about to get more interesting anyways. Squirming a little, Romilda could feel wetness building between her thighs.
“She is,” Romilda admitted. “Millicent Bullstrode.” She looked at Cho wondering how she would react. “She wasn’t through with me yet.” Romilda wet her lips, sliding her tongue across them slowly.
“I really hadn’t done to o much before that, but she pushed two fingers inside me. It hurt a little, but felt so amazing to be stretched like that,” the younger girl continued. “My knees were getting weak, but she held me up as she started to finger me faster and deeper.”
“I was moaning and whimpering and she didn’t relent at all. I came so hard the first time, I thought I was going to feint. I saw stars. Millicent didn’t stop there though. She kept going and going, never letting me touch her, just taking me over and over with her fingers until I slid down the wall.”
“She left and I didn’t see her again for a little bit,” Romilda concluded.
“Your turn,” Romilda prompted in a husky tone, signaling it was Cho’s turn to tell a story.