We must stop meeting like this
Characters: Debi, Hermione, Crookshanks, Jane Status: complete
Kissing a girl really wasn't like kissing a boy. There was no stubble, for one thing, and there wasn't the "oh-my-god-i'm-getting-a-crick-in-my-neck" factor (Zach was a darling, but why was he so tall?). And breasts were so nice and soft and -
"You know," said Hermione, panting slightly, "we aren't supposed to meet for a few years."
Hermione, still flushed from the gut-wrenching orgasm that had nearly wrecked the bed five minutes earlier, pulled Debi's head onto her shoulder. "I can't believe I'm not supposed to figure it out on my own. Honestly! 'The cleverest witch in Britain' and I don't know what's going on in my own body!"
"Denial can be pretty powerful." Debi lightly traced a circle about her girlfriend's navel. She really needs to get a tattoo, or a belly button ring. Or maybe I should? I'm not that much of a goodie-goodie! "I mean, I never tried to do it with Kristy even though she's got the nicest little tush you've ever seen. Rob is so lucky!"
"I'm the lucky one," Hermione murmured, and kissed her, long and sweet. "Even if we have to snatch a few minutes while Ron's off with Harry - "
"You really should jump them both, Harry's just so squidgy and adorable - oh that feels SO GOOD - and Ron's got a killer bod - "
" - and Zach's dealing with oozing sores - you really like that, don't you? Here, put your leg right there and bear down and - "
"God, yes! Yes! Yes!"
"That's right, come for me, we need to make it count - "
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Jane rolled her eyes at the noises from the bedroom. Why did their mistresses get to have all the fun? And where were the masters, anyway?
Someday, thought Jane. Someday they'll come out here for a nice post-coital brandy -
Crookshanks blinked, nodded, and solemnly washed his paw. Yes. They will.