A Day Without the Kids.
First story. Married couple has a date day.
First story. Married couple has a date day.
Oh man…mmm, that feels good…
I open my eyes to try to figure out why the hell it feels like my dick is buried in someone’s tight, soaking pussy…
Oh yeah. Because it is. We were still on the choir van, and Tori was still impaled on my now semi-erect cock. She was sleeping peacefully at the moment, and I felt no reason to wake her. As I roused myself to a mostly awake state, I tried to take stock of the situation more coherently.
Oh God. I had raped her. In the moment, it was basically a crime of passion. My dick had overruled any rational thought process I might’ve had in it’s attempt to bury itself in some pussy, and it had succeeded.
But I wasn’t a monster. Now that the deed was done and I was thinking rationally, the guilt began to settle heavily on my mind.
As I lay there cursing myself for my actions, I noticed a cold chill run up her spine. Like I said, I’m basically a good person, so I wrapped my arm around her without really thinking about it. Tori, reacting unconsciously in her sleep, snuggled tight against my body, her arm wrapping itself over mine and holding it against her chest. She gave this cute little sigh of contentment after she had done so, and the ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. Damn, she was cute.
I felt my dick begin to harden inside her, almost of it’s own accord. She snuggled closer at that point, fully impaling herself on me, and my dick began to take over my thought process again. I mean, here was this gorgeous 130lbp blonde bombshell of a valley girl with perky C-cups who was virtually grinding on my dick. My body reacted instantly without asking permission from my conscious mind.
My cock, only semi erect up until this point, hardened to it’s fullest instantly and twitched inside her. This definitely registered somewhere in her conscious mind, and her eyes began to flutter open. I tried to will myself to hold still as she awoke. She quickly realized what had woken her and turned her head to look back at me. Her eyes opened a little wider.
“Shit, I thought it was just a dream,” she whispered. That explained why she was so wet. She turned to face forward again and began to sob quietly. My guilt trip was complete. I hated myself in that moment. Even so, I still couldn’t bring myself to pull out of her.
“Look, I’m really sorry… ” I started lamely. I stopped myself. What the fuck was I supposed to say to fix the situation. I sighed softly, giving up on my apology. Instead, I just drew her tight against my chest and snaked my other arm underneath her body so that I could hold her with both arms.
Tori was still facing away from me, but she did allow me to pull her closer and I noticed her arms had made room for mine to wrap around her before they returned to holding my arms against her chest.
“The fucked up part is that I’m not even really mad at you. I LIKED it…” she whispered between her soft sobs.
Hearing that last admission coaxed another unwanted reaction from my aroused body. My rock hard dick jumped inside her, flexing with pleasure as I heard that Tori had enjoyed what I had done to her. I heard a soft little hiss and looked down at Tori.
Her eyes were closed as she bit her lower lip to stop making any more noise. I quickly glanced around the van to verify that everyone was still asleep. They were, except for our choir director. But he was too involved in keeping the van on the road to notice much else.
My attention returned to Tori. She had regained her composure and was looking up at me while I had craned my neck over the top of the seat. She had stopped sobbing, and there were only the now drying tears to mark the fact that she had been crying at all. Unlike most girls her age, Tori never did get all blubbery with the red rims around her eyes. Right now, her face looked quizzical, actually. She whispered her question out loud.
“Did someone hear me?.. ”
I shook my head in the negative.
“Well, my arm has been asleep for the past five minutes or so. I need to move. Keep watch?”
I didn’t really answer. Instead, I made a point of looking back over the seat. I heard the quiet rustling begin as she made herself comfortable.
I couldn’t really help being a little disappointed as I felt my cock leave it’s newfound home. Tori gave a sexy little moan as my dick was dislodged from her lips. I felt that my fun had come to an end, and couldn’t blame her for pulling me out of her. I felt her roll over and was glad that we were going to get to talk face to face. Then, there was some more movement. I figured she was trying to massage some feeling back into her arm or something. I knew how much I hated the feeling of my limbs falling asleep.
But then I felt her warm thigh on top of mine, and I was asleep enough that I couldn’t imagine what the fuck she was doing. Most of me was concerned with making sure her movements went undetected, and I didn’t look down until I felt her hand on the underside of my dick.
Tori was mostly covered by the blanket we had been sharing, but the leg she had thrown over my hips was now partially exposed. Her body was facing my own, and she was currently peering between our bodies as her hand worked underneath the blanket. I let her hand guide me, still not really understanding what was going on. I hadn’t made any more threats or even given her any orders. Whatever she was doing right now was not being forced at all.
Meanwhile, her hand had effectively lined me up once again. I could feel the warmth from her tunnel on the head of my dick. Realizing I was still stretched over the seat, I quietly laid back down, my face now inches from her own. I wrapped my arms around her and was just watching her face as I felt her lining me up. My dick was between her lips before her mind caught up with her body and realized that SHE was the one getting ready to fuck me.
“Oh my God… I was just ab-” she whispered that much of her realization aloud before my dick made another one of it’s executive decisions and began to reinsert itself back into her sex.
Unprepared for the invasion, Tori’s whisper broke off in favor of another sexy little hiss before she bit her bottom lip to silence it. Her face snapped up and her eyes bored into my own. I paused as I felt my head pass through the firm grip of her opening. Her eyes pleaded with me as she chewed on her bottom lip to stop the moans that were in her throat. I couldn’t tell if she was pleading that I pull out, or pleading that I keep going. I don’t think she could either.
My dick made the decision for us, and her mouth opened into a small ‘O’ and her eyes began to glaze over as my dick resumed his invasion of Tori. After four inches of me had disappeared into her, Tori leaned in to rest her forehead against my shoulder. I paused again.
“God, you’re so tight, ” I breathed in her ear. She leaned just far enough away from my shoulder to look into my face.
“Not surprising, since you were my first…” she whispered, not quite able to meet my eyes. I couldn’t remember feeling a hymen, and told her as much. I wasn’t accusing her of lying, I was just curious. She must have guessed as much from my facial expression, because she didn’t take any offense as she gave me my answer.
“Bike accident when I was little. My mom had to reassure me that I had not torn my tummy open, ” she told me in a whisper. I couldn’t help smiling and shaking my head a little. She looked at me with her ‘what?’ expression again.
I managed to keep a straight face as I whispered “Torn Tummy? That sounds like a serious condition, doctor.” She pushed against my chest playfully as she caught my sarcasm
“Shuddup, I was TEN!” She whispered back, smiling in spite of herself.
My dick decided to continue at that moment, and I began to push into her again. The smile was immediately replaced with her cute lip-biting, and her eyes held mine as I continued to push into her. As the sixth inch passed into her, her control cracked. Her arms had been draped around my neck, with her hands reaching to grasp the top of my shoulders. As the sixth inch vanished inside her, those hands became claws and moved to grip my back. The leg that had been gently draped over my hips now locked into place, holding me against her. In this position, she began to roll on to her back. I knew she couldn’t pull me over if she tried, but I moved onto her as she rolled. Let her think she pulled me on top of her, it probably seemed sexier in her mind.
I was propped up on my elbows so that she wouldn’t have to support my full weight. She was tight enough that, even as we rolled, my dick had not gone any deeper. She locked her legs around my hips and draped both arms around my neck as she looked into my eyes again. She looked so sexy.
The blanket had fallen so that it covered just enough of our lower bodies to hide the fact that we were connected to one another in the physical sense. She was still wearing her cute little pink tank top, and I still had my t-shirt on. So it would’ve been hard to tell that we were actually fucking, to the casual observer. Unless they looked at Tori’s face, that is.
Her blue eyes were glazed over and unfocused, eyebrows drawn together in a fierce concentration on what she was feeling inside her. She was biting her lip again, and her cute little nostrils dilated in time to her shallow but rapid breathing. Even though she was taking such shallow breaths, her chest was heaving and her hips writhed underneath me. I leaned down for one of the sexiest, most sensual series of kisses I had ever experienced.
Four or five minutes later, Tori made a little moan of impatience and broke off our make-up session. “C.J. I NEED you to keep going,” she whispered, grinding her hips against me to illustrate what she meant. I decided to be a little evil.
Instead of ramming my last two and a half inches into her like she wanted, I froze and looked into her eyes. The expression of her frustration mixed with her sheer desperation caused a taunting smile to appear on my face. Putting all my weight on my left elbow, I took my right hand and traced the shape of her clavicle bone. In her current state, her body was extra sensitive, and the feeling of my finger caused a pleasurable shiver to run through that sexy frame of hers. Afterwords, she, too, froze and focused on the feeling of my index finger trailing down the center of her chest.
Unfortunately, given the current surroundings, I couldn’t risk taking off her shirt. However, Tori had decided in the favor of comfort when she had dressed for the bus ride, and had one again neglected her bra. So I could feel the heat from her skin, separated from my finger by the paper thin layer of cotton that her tank top provided. As I reached her breasts, her eyes opened a little wider, and the rate of her breathing increased noticeably as I got closer and closer to the nipple of her right breasts. As I finally reached my target, I flicked my finger against it gently, while flexing my dick inside of her.
She threw her back and a small, cat-like mew escaped her lips. She recovered quickly, and tried to grab my hips so that she could force me the rest of the way into her. But I resisted and she gave up after a few moments, whimpering with her sexual frustration. She looked at me with a look of acute NEED.
I began tracing circles around her areola with my finger, brushing against her nipple sporadically. I lowered my head slowly over her other breast and began mirroring the movements of my finger with my tongue on her opposite breast.
She began to squirm almost uncontrollably, and I decided to let her finally have her release. I suddenly pinched down lightly on both nipples, one between my fingers and the other between my teeth. At the same time, I buried the rest of my dick into her now soaking pussy with one firm thrust.
Her reaction was intense and immediate. She pulled my face up to hers, but then turned to bury her teeth into my shoulder. Her hands turned into talons as they gripped into the muscles of my back, scratching furrows into my skin even through my shirt. Her ankles locked behind my waist as she pressed the length of her body into mine, as if trying to mold us into a single being. I had no idea how intense her orgasm was until she started spasming around my shaft.
Her pussy felt alive as gripped and massaged my manhood. All the self control I had exhibited earlier vanished instantly. I began to thrust into Tori violently. She moaned softly against my shoulder as she continued her orgasmic episode, unconsciously meeting my every thrust with matching thrusts of her own. Her body accented her thrusts occasionally with periods of grinding her hips against mine. All the while, her pussy continued to spasm around my manhood in the longest orgasm I have ever witnessed. After 8 or 9 minutes of this, I couldn’t hold on any longer. I said the only words that could have reached Tori in that moment.
“Tori…. I’m gonna cum…. Oh God…. Seriously, Tori, you gotta let me go!” I whispered into her ear frantically. She was just now starting to come down from her first orgasm.
“What?.. Oh shit, OK… Fuck, can you hold it? There’s no way I can let go right now, CJ… Oh God, you already came in me earlier, and I’m not on the pill. Please tell me you can hold it?” she whispered softly. I could see the panic in her eyes and told myself that there was no way I was gonna come inside her and ruin this beautif-
Then I felt it again, my dick head had found her opening once again. I was pushing into her cervix, poised to flood her baby chamber with cum for the second time that night.
“OH SHIT” I whispered.
She had felt me enter her a little differently, and s knew exactly where I was inside of her. She looked up at me with eyes showing horror and lust in equal amounts.
“CJ, please say you are not cummi-!”
Then my dick made it’s last executive decision for the night. I grabbed both of Tori’s arms and pinned them to the seat above her head. Her eyes grew wider as she saw my demeanor change and guessed what was about to happen.
“CJ… NO-SHITTTT!” She hissed as I force my way into her with the hardest thrust of the night. Not only did the tip of my dick pierce her cervix opening, but it felt like my entire dick head had punched through. Her mouth drops into a silent scream before she’s able to meet my eyes again. She feels me freeze on top of her.
“Tori, I’m sorry. ” Her eyes open wide as she feels my dick twitch inside her.
Then she feels the first jet of cum, hot against the walls of her uterus. She briefly grimaces at the feeling before a different expression takes its place.
She struggles to articulate the feeling to me.
“CJ.. Me… Me too!”
She throws her hands around my neck, and her thighs around my waist. She locks herself onto me, my dick beginning to spurt it’s second jet of cum inside her chamber. Then she begins spasming around me again, intensifying my orgasm and milking my manhood.
“I’m sorry… I can’t help it.” she whispers.
“obviously, my self control isn’t much better, ” I whisper sarcastically, glancing down to where my dick is still blatantly pumping her full. We both maintain a grip on reality while our orgasm run their course. Even though I already came inside her earlier, spurt number six was just as strong as the first with no signs of showing down. Her pussy was still spasming, and her face made it apparent that she was just barely in control of herself.
By spurt number 10, had both given up hope that she might not be pregnant. I just hoped there was a drugstore near the hotel. Tori had closed her eyes, but she let out a whimper as my dick twitched inside her yet again.
” What?”
She opened her eyes to look up at me with a guilty expression.
“Nothing… It just feels really good, still, that’s all… ” she whispered, not meeting my eyes. I raise her chin up with my right hand to kiss her, even as I was still ejaculating inside her. She returns the kiss passionately, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling herself closer.
” CJ… I think I love you…”
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Jessica sat in her room, knuckles white from squeezing the crap out of the small statue she held in her hand. It was the only thing she received from her grandmother’s estate. In fact, it was the only thing she had ever gotten from her mom’s side of the family at all. She barely remembered her grandmother and yet she had made it a point that this little Tiki looking statue go to her granddaughter. It fit perfectly in her hand and she would squeeze it when she got angry. Somehow she always seemed to feel better afterwards. She was so mad at Ryan, her step brother, that she wanted to scream. Their Parents (Jessica’s Father & Ryan’s Mother) were celebrating their one year anniversary and taking a long four day weekend at a vineyard in Northern California, leaving the two of them alone. Their parents left Ryan in charge even though Jessica was two months older, Ryan was the “Responsible One” they said. More like a boring, ass-kissing, frucking Boy Scout oOne, if you asked her. She knew it was a school night and there was no going out on school nights. Those were the rules. No exceptions! Seriously though! Who would know? Their parents were gone and if he didn’t say anything, no one would be the wiser.
Ryan, the little goody-two-shoes, said he would tell if she went out. God! she hated living here. Jessica loved the house. I mean what’s not to love right! The house was huge, swimming pool, game room, home theatre! Great neighborhood! It was the people she couldn’t stand. Her Dad marrying “that woman”. She seemed nice enough and was very pretty. She had a good Job as a Nurse. She wasn’t actually mean but, she never let Jessica get away with anything. It was just that Jessica was used to her previous life, where she was allowed to do what ever she wanted for the most part. Her dad had to work long ours to support them. When he was home, Jessica was “Daddy’s Little Girl” and could do no wrong. Even if she did get into trouble, it was never anything that a smile and some dimples couldn’t get her out of. She had him wrapped around her little finger.
Don’t even mention having to move to a different school and make new friends. It took her all year to find and infiltrate the “A list” at her new school. Now to be told she could go out with her friends? Jessica was fit to be tied! She had watched enough CSI shows to know she’d never get away with killing him. They always get caught and with her olive complexion she would look horrible in one of the orange jump suits. She had to figure out something. She had tried everything. She even went as far as offering to set him up with one of her girlfriends. He said no! Seriously, her and her friends were easily four of the hottest girls in school and he said no. She figured he must be gay! There could be no other explanation! Jessica figured she would wait till after dinner and then she would try one more time to convince Ryan to let her go out with her friends.
Ryan was in the kitchen making dinner and muttering to himself. “What a selfish, self centered Bitch! She had no respect for their parents or this house.” The only reason they had the house in the first place was because of the lawsuit from the wrongful death of Ryan’s dad. He was a fireman and when his station responded to a structural fire at a local manufacturing plant, they had no idea that the company had not been disposing of their waste chemicals but merely stockpiling them in the basement until business picked up and they could resume having their waste disposed of properly. No one expected the fire and the fire department had no idea the amount of combustibles that were under them when they entered the building. They place went up like a roman candle taking the lives of two fireman in the process. Ryan’s father was one of them. He would gladly trade everything to have his father back. Even if for only one day.
Jessica’s mother ran off when she was just a baby. Apparently, she was a party girl and felt she was too young when she got pregnant with Jessica, So, she left her with her dad and was never heard from again. Ryan was almost 11 when his father died, It was the day before his 11th birthday, Ryan felt sorry for Jessica at times for not having a mother, but that was no excuse for treating her mother like the hired help in her own house.
Ryan had a good, strong relationship with his mother. He talked to her about everything. He had learned that if he did his chores without being told, got good grades, obeyed his mother rules without argument that he was had earned her trust. Ryan was no Boy Scout mind you! Ok! Well technically he was a Boy Scout, when he was younger. But he had also earned a few new merit badges for partying, carousing and just plain old mischief that they never had in the scouts. As long as he told his mother that he was going to a party, and if there was drinking, he had no curfew so he wouldn’t be tempted to drink and drive. He could also call his mother if he needed a ride. Any time of the night from anywhere and he would never be in trouble. Jessica used manipulation and deceit to get what she wanted and mom would catch her in her lies.
When dinner was ready, Ryan called up to Jessica and began to place the food on the table. When Ryan was younger he and his mom used to cook together when she was home. Sometimes they would spend all day cooking so that way they always had food ready for the rest of the week and as he got older they would take turns cooking. Each of them trying to surprise the other with some new or exotic culinary dish. Tonight he made a nice salad with walnuts and dried cranberries followed by the main course of angel hair pasta with garlic shrimp, tomatoes and zucchini with garlic bread. Nothing too fancy but it was one of Jessica’s favorites! Ok! Maybe he was hoping that this would ease some of the tension from earlier.
Jessica finished washing up and came down stairs for dinner. She immediately noticed that that Ryan had made one of her favorites. She gave a little huff to herself but apparently it was loud enough for Ryan to hear because he raised one eyebrow to her as she sat down. She was still plenty mad at him and wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of thinking that his pathetic attempt at a peace offering was going to work on her. Jessica finished first, rinsed hear plate and placed it in the dishwasher without a word and headed up stairs to her room. Ryan heard her door slam shut.
Ryan had just finished wiping down the table and started the dishwasher when Jessica appeared and judging from her attire she was planning on going out whether she got in trouble or not. Ryan didn’t say a word. He just removed the dish towel from his shoulder and hung it up, walked passed her without so much as looking at her, and turned on the TV. You could feel the tension radiating from every pore of Jessica’s body. Her face became calm and she looked at Ryan with that air of superiority look that he had seen many times before at school, from her and her little “click” of friends, that they would direct at other students and lately she would direct it towards his mother. Jessica’s voice matched her glare to a tee. Obviously something she spent countless hours perfecting. “I am leaving” was all she said. That crap didn’t work with Ryan. He wasn’t about to take the bait. Jessica grabbed the door knob and was about to turn it to leave, when she stopped. She glared at him and spoke again. Aren’t you going to stop me or say anything? Ryan just looked at her calmly and said: “Nope! It’s your choice. I’m not your father and you are aware of the consequences” and just resumed his channel surfing.
Jessica reached into her pocket, squeezing her statue as the anger bubble up inside her. She opened her mouth and blurted the first thing that came to mind. You know, things were better before you and your mom came into our lives! That was it! The last straw! Ryan had had enough! He hated to loose his cool like this. To him anger was emotion over intelligence and usually he was smarter than to allow himself to be pulled down to her level. Please don’t let me stop you from leaving! He shouted to her! That’s when all hell broke loose. Both of them shouting at each other and Jessica dropping the “F” bomb like every third word out of her mouth. As the yelling escalated, the tighter Jessica squeezed the statue in her pocket! The tighter she would squeeze it, the hotter it got, which only help to fuel her own anger. It got to the point were both of them were screaming at the top their lungs at each other, faces beat red with fists clenched tightly. It seemed to go on endlessly, even though it was only for a couple of minutes. Just when their anger seemed to peak, they both seemed to finish their tirade with the exact same sentence! “I wish for once you could see things from my perspective “ As soon as the words left Jessica’s mouth the statue felt as if it was on fire! She released it immediately and it fell to the floor. As it struck the floor, the power went out in the entire house which was immediately followed by a blinding flash of light. Both Ryan and Jessica were knocked off their feet and then everything went dark………..
Ryan woke up feeling as though he’d been hit by a train. All the electricity in the house was out so, he had no idea how long he was unconscious, He shook his head trying to get the cobwebs out. Between the pain and the stars he was seeing, he found it difficult to get his bearings. He tried to make his way to the basement. and got turned around a few times and had to double back. Finally, he found the fuse box, ALL the breakers were triggered. So, one by one, he started to reset each breaker. When he finally flipped the last one he heard a scream from upstairs. Ryan panicked and broke out in a run. The scream he heard did not sound like Jessica. Which could only mean that there was someone else in the house? Ryan bounded up the stairs, down the hall and abruptly came to a halt in the Living Room. There would have been nothing that could have compared the shocked look upon his face with the sole exception of the shocked look on the person that now stood before him. Which was himself!!
Jessica woke up when the TV came on. She had one hell of a headache. She felt like she had a hangover with the memory of the good time. She placed her hand on the fireplace to steady herself as she tried to stand. She put her other hand on the mantle and pulled herself upright. The clocks were all flashing so she had no idea how long she was out. Jessica turned to look at herself in the mirror, then looked behind her and then back at the mirror and screamed. She then pinched herself and slapped her own face, trying to wake herself up. She heard the crash of a door followed by running footsteps down the hall. She turned to face the hall that the footsteps were emanating from, and that’s when she went from shock to horror. As she saw herself round the corner and come skidding to a stop directly before her. Doppelganger was the last though Jessica had before passing out.
Ryan glanced at the mirror and saw Jessica’s reflection and not his own right before he saw himself falling and possibly hitting the fireplace, without thinking he sprung forward in an attempt to catch himself before he fell. He got there in time but neglected to take into account that Jessica’s body was not strong enough to lift his own and they both fell backwards onto the carpet. Ryan tried to move himself onto the couch, mumbling to himself the whole time that either Jessica needed to workout more or he needed to lose weight. Trying to move his 6’2” 205 lb. frame with Jessica 5’6” and maybe 115 lb. body was a bitch!
Ryan went into the bathroom grabbed a wash cloth and dampened it. He went into the medicine cabinet and took out the aspirin. He grabbed two for Jessica and two for himself, which he took immediately, He also got some smelling salts,
Ryan went back down stairs and placed the wash cloth on Jessica‘s head, which was actually his head and he did it with his hands which were really Jessica’s!!! This is just way to freaky he thought to himself. I should be wigging out right now or at least passed out next to Jessica, or myself or whatever. Ryan went through most or the house and set the clocks to the correct time and then went back to check on Jessica.
On his way back he stepped on something! Dam that hurt, he thought to himself while rubbing his foot. Wow, Jessica skin is really soft! Ryan’s feet were pretty rough compared to Jessica’s. Being from Southern California he spent a lot of time outside and at the beach, surfing or playing volleyball where you can’t help but get thick skinned. Ryan reached down and retrieved the item from the floor. It was about 3” long and maybe ¾ in diameter little statue that kind of reminded him of the ones he read about on Easter Island. Funny he had never seen it before so he placed it on the end table to avoid stepping on it again. Jessica was still out so he broke open the smelling salts and waved it under her/his nose.
Jessica nearly jumped out of her skin when she inhaled the ammonia smell. The first words out of her mouth were, of course, “What the fuck is going on here?” Jessica was getting more panicked with each passing moment. Ryan, unsure of what to say at this moment, saw the tears welling in her eyes, actually, it was his eyes and he was having a difficult time himself not freaking out. He made a mental note to himself to make sure he didn’t cry in front of anyone. He was hoping that it was just Jessica’s mannerism on his body that made him kind of wimpy. Not a good look for him. Ryan pulled Jessica into him, hugging her and rocking her while gently caressing her head. Ryan pulled a tissue off the end table and handed it to Jessica who took it and started dabbing her eyes with it. As her sobs slowed she said “I must look like a raccoon” and blew here nose. Ryan just said “she looked handsome and that luckily he wasn’t wearing mascara today.” Jessica gave him a light smack on his shoulder; Ryan could actually feel her smiling.
After about ten minutes, Ryan suggested that they get some sleep, it was almost 1:30 in the morning and they had school tomorrow. They were both physically and emotionally exhausted. Jessica tried to argue with him but she lacked the strength and conviction to put up much of a fight. As they walked up stairs, it suddenly occurred to Jessica to ask about the sleeping arrangements. Ryan thought about it for a few moments then suggested that he sleep in her room and she sleep in his. That way if we wake up in our own beds then we would know if we switched back. If not, then nothings changed and we can try to figure out what happened and why with clearer heads. “I don’t know about you” Ryan said. “But I still have a headache.” Jessica nodded in agreement as Ryan helped her to his room. He pulled out a pair of athletic shorts and a large soft t-shirt for her to sleep in, Ryan said goodnight and left his room and headed for Jessica’s room.
Jessica was too tired to even think about what happen today. She could barely keep her eyes open. She just stripped off her clothes put on the shorts and shirt Ryan had set out for her and flopped on the bed without even shutting off the light. She had only one fleeting thought as she got comfortable, Boy this bed is comfortable. She would have to sweet talk her Dad into getting her one of these, and then she was asleep.
Ryan walked into Jessica’s room and flipped on the light. Holy Crap! He muttered out loud to himself. The Room was a mess. I appeared that Jessica had tried on several outfits before deciding on the one what he now had on. Each previously outfit that was deemed unworthy was discarded hap-hazzardly on the floor. Ryan was in no mood to deal with this right now so he just flipped off the light and started peeling off clothes. He figured he would just go “commando“, which he usually did in the summer anyway. Everything was fine until he tried to take off the bra. Now it’s one thing to take a girls bra off of her when you were making out. He had done it many times before. Taking one off you was proving to be much more difficult and dangerous than he expected, He fell over twice trying to reach up behind himself with his hand while twisting his upper body. Fed up, Ryan walked across the hall to ask Jessica for help seeing that the light was still on. Jessica? Could you….” was all he got out. He saw himself passed out on the bed. He went over and covered her with a blanket and turned off the light. Ryan, frustrated at this point just pulled the shoulder straps off and slid the bra over his hips and he grabbed the underwear as he passed in one swoop and tossed then on the floor with the rest of the clothes. He crawled into bed and lay on his back and closed his eyes.
After the bra debauchery, Ryan found his mind wandering. The implications of what happened were just known beginning to sink in. He tried to recall all the movies he had seen where they traded bodies. Most were stupid and very unbelievable! Although Ryan had to admit that he found them quite believable now!! There had to be at least a dozen of them. Most with father and sons or mother’s and daughter’s changing places He recalled that one with Rob Snyder, although the title escaped him. He was 15 when he saw it then and remembered thinking what he would do in that situation. Ryan had always fantasized about what it would be like to be a girl, to be able to have multiple orgasms! When he was 15 it was not uncommon for him the Jack-off 3-4 times a day! If he could’ve had multiple orgasms back then, he doubted he would have ever left his room. EVER!! Now he had more self control than when he was 15 but his fantasy was just as alluring as ever. Even more so now that something, which was so far out of the realm of possibilities, was now at his very finger tips.
Ryan was literally shaking just thinking about touching Jessica’s body, which he now occupied. To feel what a woman feels! He was actually starting to freak himself out. Ryan had only though about Jessica’s body and her looks once and that was the first time he met her almost 2 years ago. She was Hot! But once he found out what a stuck-up brat she was, it turned him off completely! It wasn’t until that moment that he truly understood what the phrase “beauty is only skin deep” meant. Ryan based all his views of women on his observations of his mother. Charlotte, his mother, was a beautiful woman both inside and out. Ryan just assumed that beauty was created inside a person and radiated outward. That beauty was a reflection of the type of person they were, which made everything they did seem beautiful. A balanced of beauty, grace and harmony within one’s self. That was the main reason why Ryan rarely ever dated. He had yet to find someone with that balance that he was looking for. There were girls that he was friends with that had inner beauty but saw themselves as flawed or unattractive, it was their own insecurities that made them less attractive. Not their perceived outward appearance.
Ryan calmed himself and slowly lowered his hands to her breasts. His own excitement and anticipation was causing sensory overload. For no sooner had his fingertips touch her nipples that her body shuddered with what he could only assume was his first orgasm. He couldn’t decide which he was enjoying more? Was it the feel of her nipples between his fingertips or the feel of his soft fingers playing with her nipples? He released her nipple from his left hand and trailed is fingers down between her breasts, down over her stomach. He was panting softly as he stopped just above her mound. She had her pubic hair trimmed short in a long narrow landing strip. His toes were curling with anticipation. Ryan took his middle finger and placed at the very bottom of her slit and pushed in ever so gentry. As soon as he did that, he felt a small trickle of fluid run down between his cheeks. “Oh My God!” Ryan gasped. With all the new sensations he was having, he hadn’t realized that he was soaking wet. He brought his finger to his lips and he tasted himself. It tasted sweet with a slight tang to it. He had performed oral sex before; in fact he quite enjoyed it. There was nothing like the feeling he got from giving a girl multiple orgasms. Like snow flakes, no two tasted alike.
Ryan move his finger back to the bottom of her labia and gently eased up her slit. His right hand still gently tweaking and pinching her right nipple. As his finger drew nearer to her clit, Ryan used a little more pressure sinking in a little farther and gave a slight flick to her clit as his finger slid over it. That was all it took. His hips raised up instinctively causing even more pressure. His body convulsed and shook uncontrollably as he felt like he was being electrocuted with pure pleasure. It wasn’t until now that he realized he had been holding his breath in anticipation. Between his lungs gasping for air and his body still twitching from the orgasm, he felt as though he might pass out. Ryan just lay their catching his breath.
Holly Shit! He thought to himself, this was better than he had ever imagined and he hoped he was just getting started. Ryan definitely wanted to figure out what had caused this bizarre phenomenon but, all sense of urgency was gone. He definitely needed time to explore this further. There was a large wet spot beneath him but, he didn’t care. He just rolled over to one side and closed his eyes and actually fell asleep smiling.
To be Continued…………
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I did not originally write this story, I found it on a free site and enjoyed it. However there were gaps in the original that needed filling and in my opinion places that needed modifying, and of course the original stopped short. And along with adding chapters of my own, another story or two by the same writer I’ve changed and combined, I think it’s a much better story. Parts may seem a little overboard, but knowing human nature and how women can be very vindicate, I don’t think so. You’ll see. I been to the writer’s web site and checked for more, he hadn’t posted anything in over 5 years. So I began finishing the story. Hope you enjoy my version of “Harry loves You”
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Part one: The Discovery.
The walls resounded with her quiet screams, as Hermione climaxed. Ron, still pounding relentlessly into her body, had a few more minutes before he would join her.
Hermione was aching and sore, when Ron finally erupted in his own orgasm.
Ron had returned home early that afternoon, from a road trip to Ottawa with the Cannons. He’d greeted her with a deep, intense, almost savage kiss, tasting strongly of Old Ogden’s, pulled her into the bedroom, where he’d stripped off her dress, tossed her onto the bed and plowed right in.
The sex had been brutally hard and fast, more than a little painful, and actually, somewhat enjoyable, though. Ron had enjoyed it more than Hermione had, he does even if she don‘t, which she hated.
As he always did, Ron pulled out of her immediately, and rolled off to lie panting, at her side. He hated the feel of her around him after he came. Says the tip of his cock is too sensitive! Hermione gasped in shock as the cooler air of the room caressed her sweaty skin. She always hated the feeling of loss when he pulled out so abruptly. Ron didn’t seem to care. She hated that, too, but hey, Ron loved her. Surely that was worth putting up with a few inconveniences in their relationship. (Somehow, though, she was the one who usually ceded.)
As Ron lay back he closed his eyes and smirked in satisfaction. Inwardly, he was chanting: ‘I get something Harry, doesn’t!’ over and over.
Hermione watched him grinning nastily, as he began the short slide into unconsciousness. She thought she knew why, but wasn’t certain. “What’s so cool?” She asked, softly slyly, as she absently cast a cleaning charm on both herself and the bed under her. ‘No wet spot tonight!’
“Hmmm?” Ron answered, sleepily. “Oh, nothin’. I just get something Harry wants!” He murmured in a singsong voice.
“Really? What?” Hermione kissed him gently, stroking his brow. Ron wasn’t the only one who could be devious. She was rather put out that Ron would say something so boorish, but she suddenly felt he was hiding something she really needed to hear.
“You.” He murmured, sleepily.
‘Harry wants me?’ Hermione was rather surprised. Not what she expected! In sixth year, Ron had told her that Harry was gay. However, she frequently wondered. He’d never been seen with men, except for the occasional, overly-grainy photograph in The Daly Prophet or some of the other ‘yellow rags’, that could have been any two men.
Mmmhmmm. Keep doing that, woman!”
‘Woman?’ Hermione had to forcibly restrain herself from tearing Ron’s throat out. Fortunately for him, her self-control held. Instead, she continued her probing, she wanted to hear more about Harry. She was an accomplished legilimens, but had long ago shied away from reading the thoughts of her friends. It just wasn’t proper!
“How do you know?” She purred, stroking his hair, now. Ron sighed in pleasure.
“Mmmmm. He’s wanted you for ages.” His words were beginning to slow, as his body relaxed from the strenuous activity of moments before and the alcohol. “He told me, way back in sixth year he wanted you to be his girl. Even gave me a letter to you.”
‘Really?’ “I don’t remember a letter.”
“Eeh! I threw it into the fire. Then I told him you came to me, and said you wanted me and not him!” Ron chuckled nastily in his near-sleep. “Stupid prat bought it, full package!”
Hermione stiffened, in outrage. Then immediately forced her body to relax, she needed to hear more, covering her response by shifting a leg over his.
She continued her gentle interrogation. “Why didn’t he ever say anything?”
“Harry?” He snorted, sleepily. “Harry’s too bloody noble! He knows you belong to me! He’d never even consider poaching!” He yawned, and snuggled down into the pillow. “Pull that quilt up, wouldja?”
Hermione bent and pulled up the heavy comforter, to cover Ron. She regretfully recalled it was the one Harry had bought for them, when they’d moved in together.
“Thanks. He’s like that, y’know. He won’t do shit! Stupid prat!”
Hermione was fuming! How dare Ron do this to Harry…to her! How could he?
Then, another thought struck her. A really nasty one, that she knew would hurt her if she knew the answer was as she expected, but would hurt her far more if she didn’t. She needed to find for sure. She gathered her vaunted Gryffindor courage and asked: “What do your other girls think of it?”
“Hmmm.” Ron answered almost asleep. “They donnow. “…’d kill me for fucking over the great Harry…” He yawned again. “…Potter.” He fell silent, and soon began to snore.
Hermione sat up in the bed, stood and rushed into the bathroom. She cast a silencing charm on the room, bent over the toilet, and vomited. Then she sank down onto the cold tiles, and finally gave vent to the tears of betrayal that had demanded release. Now she knew why Ron never ask her to marry, he never loved her, just used her as his shag toy. ‘Fowl dirty bastard‘ She needed a shower she felt dirty and scrubbed and scrubbed as the tears flowed . The water turned cold, Her body pink almost red from scrubbing, she got out of the shower. And as she dried herself she decided.
Ron, oblivious to her pain, rattled on. “I got something Harry wants” She barely heard as she walked out the door.
Harry Potter sat in the lounge, carefully plucking put a tune on the Mandolin he’d found when he’d returned to Godric’s Hollow. It had been his father’s, bought in an attempt to impress his mother. Needless to say, one cannot be impressed by someone holding a musical instrument unless said person actually knows how to play it.
After the battle that had claimed so many lives, Harry went into seclusion. He’d held himself to blame for the actions of others for so long, it was second nature to him. Rather than glorying in the accolades of the wizarding populace, he’d made a brief statement, and vanished. Less than a dozen knew where he lived.
He’d surveyed the damage done to the cottage, where he lived with his parents, where they died, so long before, and rather than moving into another of his properties to live, decided to rebuild here. Almost a year of hard work, most done by himself, or with the help of his friends, and the cottage was done.
Now, he struck a sour note as someone rang his doorbell. Sighing, he set the mandolin on the sideboard. Stretching, out the kinks in his neck, as he went to the front door. He somehow knew who it would be. Very few were allowed past the wards that protected his home, one especially, the one he longed for.
Harry opened his door to find a very wet and very angry Hermione Granger standing on his porch.
“Hermione! What’s wrong? You’re dripping wet! You must be frozen! You’re shivering! Why didn’t you apparate? You know the wards are keyed to you!”
“I couldn’t, Harry. She growled. “I had to think.”
Harry was stunned. “What’s wrong, luv?”
He stepped out onto the porch and wrapped her in a loving embrace, then guided her into his home. Hermione sighed at his touch, as she normally did, but remained silent as usual too. Harry drew her into the entry hall, where he took her coat and hat, hung them on the rack and had her stand while he pulled off her soaked shoes and socks. He flung them onto the drying grate. Hermione knew Dobby or Winky would take these things and clean them properly, but just now, she was far too angry to care much for the rights of house-elves.
“You and Ron had a row?” Harry asked. He didn’t wait for a reply. “That’s too bad. Listen, why don’t you go in and relax in a hot bath and get into some fresh clothing. I’ll make us some dinner, and then we can talk about what’s wrong.” He hated to see her in pain, if it wouldn’t hurt her more he would kick Ron’s arse, but she was his, sadly.
Harry escorted her up the stairs and gently pushed her towards the suite he always kept ready for her. He kept one for Ron as well, but Ron had never availed himself of the offer. Hermione had, more than a few times, when she and Ron had rowed, or for when she was really lonely, as Ron was on the road a lot with the Cannons. Harry had always been a shoulder for her to cry on, never judging, just always being there. Hermione loved that Harry was always there for her, ready to comfort her, without asking anything in return, now she understood why, not want she had been taking for granted all this time, but something deeper. She had planned to find out if her feelings were right and to rectify the situation if so. She hoped she was right and hadn’t waited too long.
She entered her room and stripped off her sopping clothing, tossing them into the basket by the door. Dobby appeared in front of her, his tiny hands covering his enormous green eyes. She smiled as the house-elf tried to protect her modesty. Kneeling before the diminutive creature, she gently but firmly pulled his hands away.
“Dobby! We’re not even of the same species!” She insisted. “You can look at me naked. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest.”
“Dobby thanks Miss Hermyninny Grangers…” The tiny elf squeaked. “…but Mister Harry Potter sir, tells Dobby that Dobby must never do anything that will make Miss Hermioninny Grangers uncomt…uncomfert…uncomterf…feel odd!”
“Uncomfortable?” Hermione soothed.
“Yes!” Dobby squeaked. “Uncomfterbal! So Dobby hides his eyes! Mistress Narcissa Malfoy would always have Dobby tightly bind his eyes! ‘Twas most uncomfterbal!”
“I can quite imagine it was.” Hermione returned. “Well, I don’t want you to do any such thing, Dobby. I am not Narcissa Malfoy. I assume you have drawn me a bath?”
“Yes, indeed, Miss Hermyninny Grangers. Dobby has drawn a bath, for you’s to unlax in. Mister Harry Potter sir, says to tell you, dinner will be along in under an hour. Winky is most put out. Mister Harry Potter sir, is doing the cooking! The master of the house is not supposed to be doing the cooking! That is what we house elves is for!”
Dobby also seemed rather put out by Harry’s actions.
Much to his surprise, Hermione leaned forward and engulfed him in a warm and tender embrace. He resisted for a second or three, but then relaxed into her arms. Shortly, he began to…well, purr…is the closest thing she could liken it to. Several minutes later, Hermione relaxed her embrace and kissed the little elf on the top of his head, and then spoke quietly.
“You are so sweet, Dobby. Will you ask Winky to come see me?”
When Hermione had released the little elf, he nodded rapidly, his overlarge ears flapping as he did, gathered up her wet clothing and popped away. Hermione noticed he no longer made the loud and rather distinctive ‘crack’ he used to.
She smiled indulgently and walked into her bathroom.
Harry had gone all-out building her private bath. She never thought about it before, why Harry had. He’d consulted with her closely and had arranged it just to her liking. She loved her bath.
The room was almost as big as her bedroom. One wall was almost entirely glass, and curved inward over the top so the occupant could watch the sunset, or the night sky. The tub, built in to the wall just below the glass, was large enough for two people to be comfortable, yet not extravagant. At the foot of the tub, there was a much smaller tub, only a foot deep and about one and a half square. It was set below a nicely made seat, and equipped with many small jets so the user could soak and soothe tired feet.
The separate shower stood just to one side of the center of the room, and was rather larger than she was used to, but its shape, a large glassed-in circle with one sliding glass door covering the entrance, required its size. She found it to be quite large enough for three people to shower together. Four, if they were friendly…more if they were very friendly. The shower, and to a slightly lesser extent, the tub, were the main focal points of the room. The toilet and bidet were off to the side, on a raised shelf, partially shielded by a shoulder-high rock wall.
On the exposed side of the wall, a wide countertop with a large oval sink waited. Three fold out mirrors, hung over a separate vanity table, next to it. Behind the mirrors, hid cupboards for medicines or cosmetics. Hermione had her essentials there.
Hidden speakers in the four corners of the room provided gentle music. Just then, they were playing a selection of Andean reed-flutes and accompanied by some sort of shaken rhythm instruments. It sounded like nature herself was singing to her. Harry built this Bath, Her Bath, Just for Her.
Hermione sighed blissfully as she eased herself slowly into the steaming bath. Just as the fragrant water reached her nipples, causing them to pucker tightly, Winky popped into the room, bearing a fine silver-chased crystal goblet, of her favorite red wine.
Like Dobby, she appeared without sound. Hermione wondered if they had been able to do so previously. She would imagine that it was a tiny bit of rebellion against cruel or uncaring masters. Winky handed the glass to Hermione who sipped, savoring the wine with delight. This was truly a wonderful wine, rich, slightly sweet, and flavorful. Just the way she liked it. Harry kept a cellar stocked with wines meant to be drunk, not hoarded.
“Winky greets Miss Hermione Granger. Dobby tells Winky, Miss Hermione Granger wishes to see Winky.”
“Hello, Winky.” She greeted. “That is a lovely dress.” Winky wore a sarong, made from a wrapped length of subtly patterned cloth. Hermione had long grown used to seeing Dobby wearing clothing, but it was only when Harry had formally taken Winky into his household that she wore them without protest. Harry, as master, could dictate to her the uniform of the house. He’d given her several choices as to the types of clothing before accepting her, insisting a household uniform be worn. Together, as a group, they’d hammered out the uniform variations for each season, for both her and Dobby. Any new elves taken in, would also be required to wear the same things. This way, it would be required uniforms, rather than clothing, per se.
Winky lowered her face, flushing brightly and shrugged her shoulders in pleasure at the complement.
Now it was time, “Can you tell me anything about Harry’s girlfriend?” Hermione asked, carefully. “I know so little about her. I’d really like to know what kind of girl she is, if I’m to meet her. I’d like to know what her likes and dislikes are, where she prefers to go to eat, what kind of wine she enjoys, that sort of thing.”
“Miss Hermione Granger…” Winky seemed more than a bit surprised at the request. “Master Harry Potter does not has a lady-friend. Master is all alone.” Winky continued in a softer voice: “Winky wishes master did have a special friend, for then, master would not be so very, very lonesome and inside sad.”
“No girlfriend?” Hermione was shocked. Despite what Ron had told her as to Harry’s sexual orientation, she knew there were thousands of witches, and wizards, out there who would be proud to call Harry their boyfriend, gay or not.
Also, he’d assured them many times, that he was dating this witch or that, even thought Ron always said after Harry left “it was a sham“. The scandal sheets had him picked out as the world’s biggest Casanova, leaving broken hearts behind him in a long trail of tears. Which she never really believed. Ron laughed “Casanova was a raving fairy“
. huh… ‘inside sad??’
“What about the girls Harry bring home?” she ask, not sure she wants an answer.
“Master Harry Potter never bring any girl, you only one who comes here”
Harry never brings any girl here, humm interesting. Just me…. She continues
“I always thought he was rather popular with the ladies. Especially after he killed Voldemort…” Winky interrupted Hermione by yelping in terror and dashing across the room to hide, trembling, behind the rock wall shielding the bidet.
“I’m terribly sorry, Winky.” Hermione stammered an apology for her blunder. “I forget there are those who still don’t say his name. Please come out.”
Winky anxiously peered around the wall, and seeing no identifiable dark lord, sidled out from her hiding place and across the room to Hermione’s side. She looked around, as if seeking the dark lord. Hermione smiled gently.
Hermione knelt in the tub, leaned out and gathered Winky to her in a warm, comforting hug. After a few moments of resistance, the little elf relaxed and cuddled into her, almost purring, much as Dobby had done.
When she felt Winky had relaxed enough, Hermione sat back and continued her gentle interrogation.
“Surely there must be a special girl for Harry.” She prompted gently. “Someone he thinks of? Maybe one whose picture is on his bed table?”
“Oh, no, Miss Hermione Granger!” Winky answered, shaking her head sadly. “They is only pitchurs of you’s, at Master Harry Potter’s bedside!”
“Me?” In a way, Hermione was shocked, pleasantly surprised, but shocked, however also felt a slow warming flow thru her. Had Harry denied himself the pleasure of a woman, because he wanted her, and only her, and would not compromise. She was also extremely pleased, for the same reason. Smiling, she raised the glass to her lips. Maybe there’s still time.
“Yes, Miss Hermione Granger. Winky thinks Master Harry Potter loves miss, but Master Harry Potter is afraid master will ruin you’s love with mister Ronald Wheezy if he…”
she stopped then continued “Winky once heard Master Harry Potter say: “He would cut it off, before he would hurt you two!”
Hermione choked at this. The wine, so smooth a second before, now bit harshly into her unprotected airway. Hermione dropped the crystal goblet into the tub as she coughed violently. Winky immediately began to pound firmly on Hermione’s naked back. When she insisted she would recover, the tiny creature desisted.
Hermione sifted around under the foam, until she found the crystal wine glass. She placed it on the edge of the tub, sighing regretfully at its loss. It had been a very nice wine!
“Is that a bad thing?” Winky questioned, innocently.
If Hermione had been drinking again, she would have choked once more. Turning her head sharply to stare at the elf, she sputtered: “Hell, yes, that would be a bad thing! That would be horrible!”
Winky started, and took a step back fearing Hermione’s reaction. Although the crouch was not nearly as bad as for the Malfoy’s, she’d also been struck in the service of her Dobby’s former master.
Noticing her fear, Hermione spoke softly. “Please, Winky, I’m sorry. Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you. I hope you know that. You surprised me”
“Winky knows. Miss was rather odd, until you’s learned the reason for house- elves bondment. Now that you’s understands, you’s is a kind and lovey human.”
“Thank you, Winky. I appreciate that. I also thank both you and Dobby for finally setting me right on that issue. I still don’t think humans were meant to own others, but as you said, if a house elf is not bonded to a person or household, the elf will eventually die of magical depletion.”
“No we doesn’t. We dies ’cause we loses our magic.” Winky corrected.
“I understand, Winky.” Hermione laughed softly. “I said the same thing, but I said it a different way.”
“Oh. Thank you’s for explaining to me, Miss Hermione Granger.
“You are quite welcome. Now, back to what we were discussing. Yes, it would be a terrible thing for
Harry to ‘cut it off’, rather than cause me, or Ron unhappyness. You do know what the ‘it’ he was referring to, is, don’t you?”
“Winky is not sure…” She seemed embarrassed, she did notice the cold way miss Hermione said Ron.
“Winky, you and Dobby are mates, right?”
“Oh, yes! We is!” Winky positively glowed with happiness. Hermione grinned at the house elf’s visible happiness.
“Winky if it’s not too personal a question, when you and Dobby make love…” Hermione hesitated at the questioning stare she was getting. “Erm…When you and Dobby mate…” She smiled at the sudden understanding that flashed across Winky’s face. “…well, does he have a ‘something’ that goes inside you?”
“Oh, yes, but ’tis only when we is in season. We is not like you’s. Witches and wizards is in season all the time. Elves is in season only twice in a year. That is when mates is joined, where new elves comes from.”
“OK. When you are in season, Dobby has something he puts into you and that is how elf babies are begun.”
“Yes.” Winky answered. She rocked from one foot to the other. Thinking her tired, Hermione invited her to sit on the edge of the tub. Winky politely refused, but the rocking stopped.
“Well, Winky….” Hermione explained. “…for humans, because we are in season all the time, so you said, the act itself, is quite pleasurable. We enjoy it a great deal. If Harry were to cut his penis off, he would not only be in considerable pain, but he would also deny himself sexual pleasure for the rest of his life. We cannot regrow body parts, I’m afraid.”
Winky got it. “So, Master Harry Potter would instead cause he forever pain before he hurt you’s and mister Ronald Wheezy.”
“That’s about it, I’m afraid. What he doesn’t know, is that tonight, Ron let slip something, without meaning to. Something I hadn’t known. Something he’s hidden from me for several years.”
“That he throwed Master Harry Potter’s letter to you’s into the fire?”
“Yes! How did you know?” Hermione looked at the elf surprisely,
“Dobby saw Master Harry Potter and mister Ronald Wheezy talking that night.” Winky explained. “Dobby saw Master Harry Potter give a letter to mister Ronald Wheezy, and ask him to give it to you’s. Then he saw mister Ronald Wheezy throw it into the fire as soon as Master Harry Potter left, to go to the come and go room. Dobby cast a protecting charm and a make-look charm, on the letter, and as soon as mister Ronald Wheezy left the room, Dobby pulled the letter from the fire. Dobby burned his hands most grievously. Master Headmaster Professor Dumbledore had to give Dobby the whole day off to heal them!”
‘I’m gonna kill Ron!’ She thought angrily. To Winky, she smiled tenderly. “I just found that out, today. Ron was/is jealous of Harry, and so, he began dating me, just to have something Harry didn’t. He’s only ever seen the money Harry has. He never really understood what Harry’s wealth actually cost him.”
“What did Master Harry Potter want?”
“Me”
Winky nodded. Nothing more needed be said. Hermione was furious. Reaching a decision, and with a little change in her plans, she stood in the still hot water, ready to get out of the tub. She had to make this right to Harry. She continued their painful conversation as Winky held out a robe.
“Winky, Ron let something else slip. girl.. fiends. Do you know how many girlfriends does he have?”
“Mister Ronald Wheezy has only one girlfriend.” Winky answered. Hermione wondered if the elf would lie to her, but her thoughts were stilled by Winky’s next words.
“Winky heard mister Ronald Wheezy tell mister Dean Thomas he has only one girlfriend, but he has seventeen other birds on the side, he likes to shag from time to time.”
“WHAT!?!” Hermione shrieked, absolutely enraged! Winky vanished immediately.
Seconds later, a pounding of feet on the stairs sounded, and Harry crashed through the door, wand out and ready!
“Hermione!” Harry instantly turned his head left, then right, searching for the threat to his friend. Seeing nothing, he slowly lowered his wand and turned to find a livid Hermione standing in the tub, clad only in suds, and not many of them. Instantly, he turned his head.
“I heard you scream. Are you all right?”
“Yes, Harry, my love. I’m fine.”
Still keeping his eyes averted, he stammered: “Um…erm…OK. I’ll just go, then.” He turned to the doorway, only to be brought up short by Hermione’s voice.
“Harry? Don’t you like seeing me this way?”
Harry sighed, his head dropped. She could see his shoulders sag “Hermione, have you been drinking? Maybe it’s a good idea for you to go to bed.”
“Harry, I’m stone sober. I’ve just had an epiphany, tonight. Please look at me.”
Harry shook his head. “I can’t, ‘Mione. You know why.”
“It’s because Ron is shagging me, isn’t it?” Harry sort of twitch at Hermione’s uncharacteristic profanity.
“Yes.” He whispered sadly and fled the doorway.
Hermione smiled a pleased smile. ’oh Harry my love are you in for a surprise’
She stepped out of the tub, pulled on the terry robe Winky had dropped, toweled her long brown locks free of water, and then cast a drying charm on her hair.
Once done, she called out: “Winky?”
A fearful Winky appeared. “Yes, Miss Hermione Granger? How may Winky serve you?”
Hermione sat on the edge of the tub and leaned forward to bring her eyes close to those of the frightened house-elf.
“Winky, I’m ever so sorry I startled you. I found out tonight Ron is sleeping with other girls. That was bad enough, but now…well I suspected off and on, over the years, that he had other girls, but I never realized just how many. To a human, it hurts to find the man who says he loves you is having sex with another secretly, but it is insulting in the extreme; to discover that you are only one of a group of women your lover is having sex with. Especially after he’s told you that you are the only one he loves. We call this cheating. It is particularly deceitful. Do you understand?”
“Oh, yes, Miss Hermione Granger. Winky understands. Winky would be most angry if Dobby was to take a mate without Winky allowing.”
“You’d allow this?” Hermione asked. With all the research she’d done on house elves, and all she’d learned, she’d never even considered the mating aspects of her diminutive friends’ lives.
“Oh yes. This is proper for house elves. Dobby may take other mates if Winky, as first mate, allows. As first, Winky has the say as who others, Dobby takes as mate.”
“Hmmm.” Hermione hummed, then changed the topic, slightly.
“Winky, some humans tend toward polygamous relationships as well,”
“What’s pol-ig-um…?” Winky trailed off.
Polygamous? Well, that means many mates, like you described with elves. But mostly we just pair off in twos.”
“Oh. Thank you’s for explaining to Winky, Miss Hermione Granger.”
“My pleasure. Winky, if Dobby was to tell you that you were the only mate he has, and then you were to find out he has many, how would you feel?”
“Winky would be miserable-sorry, and very angry. Winky might even do Dobby a harm!”
“So, you can see how I feel. Ron has hidden from me, the fact that he has many mates. Likely, he’s also told each of them that she is the only one he loves, as well. I will have nothing more to do with him any further. I don’t particularly enjoy being lied to. Now, I need to talk to Harry. Do you have another robe? This one is wet.”
Winky snapped her fingers and a new robe appeared. Hermione shimmied out of the wet terry, and then donned the dry one.
She knelt before the diminutive elf, and spoke quietly. “I’m going to go downstairs, and try to ease Harry’s mind and try to make up to him. When we leave the kitchen, will you take over cooking whatever he’s making?”
“Winky will do.” Winky nodded her head sharply as if to put paid to that line. Then she added, smiling slyly: “Winky knows Missus Molly Wheezy would not like to hear her Ronald Wheezy would hurt his miss in such a fashion.” With a nasty grin, Winky shifted her eyes to the fireplace In Hermione’s room. “They is floo powder on the mantle.” She gathered up the wet robe and popped away.
Hermione gaped in shock at the devious elf, then grinned wickedly. ‘Note to self: Never hack off a house elf!’
Pointing her wand at the fireplace in her room, Hermione muttered “Incendio!” The flames immediately burst from the grate. Casting a pinch of floo powder into the flames, she called out: “Molly Weasley!”
A few seconds passed, and Molly’s head appeared in the fireplace. “Oh, Hello, Hermione, dear! How are you this evening?”
“I need to talk to you, Molly.” Hermione replied without preamble. “Can you come here for a few minutes?”
“Of course, dear. I see you’re not at home. Are you at Harry’s, then?”
“Yes.” Hermione nodded sadly. ‘what home’
“Very well, dear. Just stand to the side, and I’ll join you straight away.”
Molly came through the floo, in a rush of green flames. Winky instantly appeared to brush her off.
“Hello Winky. Thank you.” Winky curtseyed and vanished. Molly turned to Hermione and seeing the sadness in her face, asked gently: “Did you two have another row?”
Hermione shrugged and said: “Sort of. Would you have a seat, please?”
Molly sat. Hermione was about to call for Winky when she reappeared with a tea service and a plate of biscuits. She set them on the small table, and departed before Hermione could thank her.
“Well, dear, shall I be mother?”
“Please.”
“What seems to be the trouble?” Molly asked kindly as she poured.
“I found out something awful, today.” Hermione began. Even now, her lip was trembling and tears were forming. Molly was instantly concerned. Hermione never cried unless it was particularly serious. If she was weeping, there must be real trouble! Hermione went on.
“Ron and I were making love…or rather I should say, he was shagging me quite thoroughly. When he finished, he fell asleep, smirking and mumble something without realizing it. Just before he drifted off, I asked him what was he smiling about, and he said: “Oh, nothing. I just get something Harry wants!”
Molly gasped that her son would say something so crude to Hermione, but she had been Ron’s mother for far too long to think that he couldn’t. She had also been a mother for long enough to know that that was not the worst of this. And had no idea what Ron had that Harry wanted.
Hermione went on: “I didn’t particularly care for that remark, so I…well, I kind of wormed something out of him. Oh, Molly! He told me that the only reason he asked me to be his girlfriend was because Harry wanted to. In sixth year, Harry had given Ron a note to bring to me, asking me to meet him in the room of requirement, so he could ask me to be his girlfriend, and Ron had thrown it into the fire! He told me that he’d told Harry, that I wanted him and not Harry. He told me, when he asked me to be his girl, that Harry was gay!”
“Gay?” Molly was confused. “I’ve never known Harry to be particularly gay. In fact, he’s usually quite the opposite. Especially when he has time to think about his life. He can actually be rather…”
“Homosexual, Molly. Gay is a current euphemism for someone who is homosexual.” Hermione cleared that up. Molly’s eyes narrowed.
“I didn’t know Harry is homosexual. Well, he never showed any signs. To think, as long as I’ve known him, I should have seen this…”
“Molly, Harry is not gay.” Hermione interrupted with a bit of asperity. “Ron just said he was to get me to be his girlfriend!”
“Oh, I hardly think Ron would do something like that.” Molly tutted. “Are you sure you’re not just a little bit angry with…”
Winky and Dobby both appeared. Dobby held a folded cloth napkin. He addressed Molly. “Dobby saved this from the fire, Missus Molly Wheezy. Dobby burned his hands badly!” He handed the serviette to Molly, and then they both vanished.
Molly unfolded the napkin to reveal a badly singed envelope with ‘Hermione’ written on it in Harry’s distinctive handwriting. The parchment cracked and flaked as she opened it. She placed it onto the table and carefully extracted the page, and unfolded it.
Dearest Hermione,
Will you please meet me in the Room of
Requirement?
I have to ask you a rather serious question about us.
If you agree, I will be waiting for you
tonight, at nine o’clock.
All my love,
Harry
Hermione finally seeing the letter choked back a sob. ’Oh Harry’
“Oh, my!” Molly sighed. Then she looked up sadly at Hermione. “I didn’t know, dear. Truly, I didn’t.”
“How could you know?” Hermione temporized. “He kept it under his belt very well. It was only by chance that I learned today.” Hermione replied, thankful that Molly believed. She’d need her support.
“I take it, then, that this is not the worst of it?”
“I’m afraid not.” Hermione shook her head, sadly. “I also discovered Ron has a number of other girlfriends.”
“No!” Molly protested vehemently. “No, Ron may be devious.” She shook her head and wagged a finger. “He may even be a bit underhanded, but he’s not like that! He wouldn’t just…”
Molly broke off realizing she was trying to convince herself.
“Winky?” Hermione spoke quietly. Winky appeared.
“Would you tell us exactly what you said you overheard Ron say to Dean Thomas?”
“Winky will.” The little elf replied, nervously, as if fearing Molly’s inevitable upset. “Winky heard mister Ronald Wheezy tell mister Dean Thomas: “Hermione is a love sick bint. She can’t get enough of the Ron-meister! She wants it all the time, she does!”
“Mister Dean Thomas said ‘What about, well you know, when she’s flying the flag? Does she still want to shag?” Molly flushed at the ungracious words.
“Mister Ronald Wheezy said: “Who cares? When she’s flying the bloody flag, I just go and shag one of the others. Hell, I even get some touch on the side, even when she is giving it up! I could shag a new girl every night for half a month without repeats.”
Now, Molly was beginning to boil. Her face was turning red, in both anger and embarrassment, both for herself, and for Hermione. Winky saw the anger in her face, and stammered to a halt, backing a step or two. Molly noticed and immediately tried to set the house-elf at her ease.
“Never mind, Winky. I’m not upset with you, dear. I’m angry with my son. Go on, now, finish it up.” Molly encouraged her, smiling sadly to reassure the house-elf. Winky did.
“Mister Dean Thomas, asked Mister Ronald Wheezy: “You has fifteen girls on the side?” And Mister Ronald Wheezy answered: “Seventeen! Plus Hermione. You see, it’s perfect. You can ask me how many girlfriends I have and I’d be telling the truth. Hermione is my only ‘girlfriend’! The others are just birds I have on the side that I like to shag from time to time! Since I’m on the road all the time, she never finds out!”
Winky took a breath, then went on.
“Mister Dean Thomas told Mister Ronald Wheezy; “I don’t know Ron, it doesn’t seem right, you know, having all those birds in the bushes. Hermione deserves better.” Mister Ronald Wheezy got’s angry then and said: “Shut it, Dean. You got no place to talk. You got Angela and Ramona!” Mister Dean Thomas got’s angry too, and he said: “They know about each other! Hell, we all live together!” Mister Ronald Wheezy told him: “That’s your problem”, then he popped away! After he left, Mister Dean Thomas shook his head and said: “Stupid arse! He doesn’t know what he’s playing at.”
Winky took a few breaths as if reciting her tale had been exhausting. It probably had been. Hermione thanked her and asked her to bring two glasses of the wine she’d spilt before. Winky nodded her head rapidly and popped away, taking the tea service with her. Moments later, she returned, placed two goblets on the table and vanished once more.
Molly sighed. She was furious, but realized Hermione would want to settle this on her own. They sipped the wine for a time.
“Molly, can I count on you to not interfere?” Hermione asked quietly. “I intend to do two things.
First, I am going to make it up to Harry for all the years he’s wanted me, and denied himself, so as not to bruise Ron’s ego. The second thing I’m going for, is revenge!” She grinned unpleasantly as she said the word.
Molly nodded. “Yes, dear. I’ll stay clear, as much as I can. I’ll have a word with Arthur as well. I’m afraid I’m going to have to convince him not to drown that fool boy, straight away! I promise you this, though, we won’t help him. Son or not, Ron has gone too far this time. I’m afraid my boy needs some taking down. Please let me know if you need anything, Hermione. Oh, by the bye, if revenge is your goal, I’d recommend you speak to Ginny. She’s the one to turn to!” Molly smiled, stood and hugged Hermione warmly.
“You are always welcome at the Burrow, dear…Harry too!” She turned and threw a pinch of floo-powder into the fireplace, calling out: “The Burrow!” Seconds later, she vanished in a swirl of green flames.
Happy that she had some allies, or potential allies, at any rate, Hermione smiled. She walked to the bureau and opened her underwear drawer. The first thing she saw was a cute pair of knickers that Harry had bought her as a gag gift. It was meant for a wedding night joke for Ron. She smiled wickedly and put them on.
Now to make up with Harry.
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