WHILE WAITING FOR HARRY
Megan suggested I write some porn. The pairing and all was totally me. :DShe was no shrinking violet; while she hardly deserved the "whore" label so easily assigned to her by some, Ginny could not deny that she was fairly familiar with a decent number of ways in which teenage boys and girls could pass time together.
What she'd never before considered, what she was in the middle of discovering completely by surprise, was that there were a decent number ways in which teenage girls and girls could pass time together.
Luna's wide eyes were closed in pleasure as Ginny trailed two fingers over the Ravenclaw's hip and through the patch of blonde hair at the juncture of her thighs. Ginny bowed her head and pressed a kiss to the other girl's navel, a sweet little outie that begged to be sucked and nibbled. So she did; Luna whimpered and curled her fingers in red hair, pushing Ginny down further.
Ginny reached up with her other arm, palm cupping around her friend's small breast, squeezing it, dragging her thumb over the hardened nipple. Her other hand continued its downward trek, delving into the slick warmth and pressing forward, inward, curling up into Luna and eliciting a sharp cry as her nails scraped lightly against the walls.
Always enjoying a bit of symmetry, her other thumb sought out Luna's clit and circled it in time with the one against her nipple. She felt her fingers squeezed as muscles contracted around them; a new surge of wetness brought forth a musky smell, and Ginny found herself so intrigued by the feminine smell that she couldn't help but bury her nose in Luna's . . . quim was the only word coming to mind, damn her mother's bizarre vocabulary—she buried her nose and breathed in deeply, then let her tongue dart out to lap just slightly, to taste and see if Luna tasted anything like Ginny's own flavor.
She didn't, but Ginny loved it immediately.
At the touch Luna's entire body tensed, her whimpers and cries grew louder and longer, flowing together so that Ginny wondered if the other girl was even pausing to breathe. Being a brave Gryffindor, Ginny pulled her hand away from Luna's breast, drawing it in to help fully part the blushing lips and bare her new feast fully. The hovering blue flames trapped within the curtains of Ginny's bed were reflected in the wet pussy, making it appear to be shimmering with sex. Luna gasped out a please and Ginny grinned and pressed a kiss right to her exposed clit, sucking it lightly as she curled her fingers inside. She pulled them out and shoved them back in, this time with a third to stretch the shy girl more, encourage more gasps and pleas.
Luna did not last much longer, finally coming with a screech loud and sharp enough to wake any sleeping Crumple-Horned Snorkacks within a thirty-mile radius. Ginny pulled away and sat up, scooting up the bed to cradle the other girl gently, running her fingers through her long, dirty blonde hair.
As she waited for Luna to recover—and to hopefully return the favor—she couldn't help but think to herself that while this was an excellent way of waiting for Harry while he was hell-bent on saving the world, it was almost too good, too addictive.
But, she decided as she felt the sharp bite of teeth on her breast, that was something she could deal with later.
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