The Inadequate Life

Ginny stepped out of the greenhouse and shut the door just in time to see Harry disappearing into the second conference room with Angelina, Alicia and Katie. She fought back a fierce surge of irrational jealousy—he was taking care of D.A. business, not shagging all three girls at once. But the thought still crossed Ginny’s mind.

The truth was, when Ginny saw Lavender and Parvati shagging, and then watched the sexually charged confrontation between Neville and Susan, it had pretty much eliminated the feelings of jealousy she’d been harboring in favor on a much more powerful drive: lust. Ginny had intended to track Harry down the moment she got away from the greenhouse, shove him up against the nearest wall and shag his brains out, and to hell with who saw them.

But that option had been taken out of her hands, and Ginny let a little whimper of frustration slip before she caught herself. Part of her almost wished she hadn’t completed hers and Harry’s marriage by taking his name: the drastic moods were distracting her from almost everything. And she thought she finally understood what Luna meant when she claimed to have an “unusually strong sex drive.” Ginny wondered if this was how all witches who got married felt. She doubted it, though—it was probably because she’d fallen so deeply in love with Harry so long ago, and had carried that torch unabated ever since.

Still, it was particularly bad at the moment. Ginny felt as if she’d been teased nonstop ever since she and Harry got back to the house. And now, when she finally got free, Harry was too busy to be properly ravished.

After briefly but seriously considering bursting in on Harry’s meeting and having him right there in the conference room, Quidditch team voyeurs be damned, Ginny ran down the hall to the stairs leading up. She took them two at a time, and headed straight to the room she shared with Harry.

Ginny slammed the door shut, toed off her shoes and headed straight to the bed, already undoing her jeans. She stripped them and her knickers off, kicked them aside and climbed up onto the bed, rolling onto her back. Her hand slipped between her legs and her fingers found her cunt, hot and wet with arousal.

Ginny worked two fingers into herself and pumped them furiously, using her other hand to torment her clit. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine that it was Harry’s fingers instead of her own, but it was no use; Ginny knew Harry’s touch as well as her own, and there was no mistaking her own slim fingers for Harry’s large, gentle ones. It’s just like always, she thought with frustration. It’s just not the same without Harry…

While Ginny loved playing with herself in front of Harry—it drove him mad, and she loved doing that to him—she didn’t enjoy masturbating when she was alone. Since fully consummating her relationship with Harry, all she wanted was to do it for him, with him, and to him. And since she’d become Ginny Potter, that feeling had only strengthened.

After almost ten minutes of rubbing herself sore, Ginny gave up and let her hands fall away. She lay in her bed gasping, her legs still spread, and whimpered tiredly. She was burning with the need to come, but she simply couldn’t—not without Harry there. I should have just grabbed him in the conference room, she scolded herself, and the idea of having the other Gryffindor girls watch her shag Harry didn’t even faze her.

Sighing, Ginny wiped her forehead, surprised to find that she was quite sweaty. She lay there with her eyes still closed for a long moment—and then practically jumped out of her skin when she felt the bed move as someone sat down at the foot of it. “Harry!” she gasped, half shocked and half overwhelmed with relief, but when she pushed up on her elbows and looked, it wasn’t Harry.

“Hello,” Luna said pleasantly. “Are you through? It didn’t sound like you reached orgasm.”

Ginny swallowed, and almost closed her legs modestly before remembering that Luna had seen all of Ginny already. Flushing, feeling like the ‘scarlet woman’ her mother sometimes ranted about, Ginny answered; “N-no, I didn’t. Luna, what in Merlin’s name—?”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Luna said, actually scooting a bit closer on the bed, until she was in easy arm’s reach of Ginny’s legs. “I came up to ask a question, and when you didn’t answer my knock I was concerned. After I saw what you were doing I thought I’d better let you finish. I’m very sorry that you didn’t manage to achieve orgasm. Masturbation isn’t nearly as enjoyable as sex, is it?”

“I—no,” Ginny admitted. She’d forgotten that Luna felt that way. “I miss having—someone helping out,” she said, reluctant to admit how badly she needed Harry.

“Well, I’d be happy to help,” Luna said, and undoing her jeans. “I know how distracting it is to be on the verge of an orgasm. I suppose Harry is busy dealing with the D.A.?”

“Y-yes,” Ginny stammered as Luna got her pants off, revealing she was wearing some rather suggestive blue lacy knickers. Then the knickers went too, and Ginny felt her pulse accelerate at the sight of Luna’s blond curls. Luna clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, and Ginny found herself staring at Luna’s erect nipples, clearly visible through the thin fabric of her shirt. When Luna started to lean forward and gently spread Ginny’s legs further, Ginny blurted out “Luna, wait!”

“What is it?” Luna asked, raising her eyebrows.

“I—I know that George said he didn’t mind if we—did stuff like this with Harry,” Ginny said rapidly, trying to ignore the feeling of Luna’s soft hand resting just above her knee. “But—I mean, Harry’s not here, and—”

Luna’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “You mean you think that George would object to the two of us having sex, even though he didn’t object when Harry was with us?”

“Uh…” Ginny had to admit that when Luna put it that way, it doesn’t really make sense. “No,” she admitted.

“I didn’t think so either,” Luna said. “Although if you’d thought otherwise then I may have reconsidered.” She ran two fingers down Ginny’s wet cunt, and Ginny shuddered. “My, you’re really very aroused, aren’t you? It must be very frustrating.”

“Not half as frustrating as what you’re doing!” Ginny growled; Luna’s fingers were stroking lightly up and down, almost absently.

“What? Oh, I’m sorry,” Luna said with a mildly apologetic smile, and pulled her hand away.

“That wasn’t what I meant!” Ginny whined. When Luna had touched her she’d felt a rush of heat frighteningly similar to what she felt when she was with Harry. It scared her, that anyone else could create that feeling, but at the moment she didn’t care. Her entire body was screaming with need.

“Are you certain, Ginny?” Luna asked, her face unusually serious. “If you really think that our having sex might cause problems like before—”

“No!” Ginny interrupted hotly. “I don’t think so and I need this and you can’t start something like that and not follow through!”

“I suppose that would be rather like teasing,” Luna agreed, resuming her stroking of Ginny’s cunt. “But you know, from what I’ve heard some people enjoy being teased. It heightens the sensations when they do finally achieve orgasm.”

“Not me!” Ginny shouted. “I can’t take this any longer, Luna! Please!”

“All right,” Luna replied, and thrust her two fingers into Ginny’s cunt all the way to the last knuckle. Ginny arched off the bed with a yelp as Luna’s fingers pumped rapidly inside her, and when Luna’s thumb attacked Ginny’s clit she came, howling.

It had only taken thirty seconds of Luna’s ‘help’ to drive Ginny over the edge. But when Ginny finally collapsed back onto the mattress, she realized instantly that it wasn’t enough. After hours of feeling teased, and then building herself up only to be stymied, one orgasm wasn’t going to satisfy her.

Ginny was utterly stunned when Luna’s leg swung over her head, placing Luna’s lightly-tufted muff right over Ginny’s face. “I think one orgasm may not be enough for you right now,” Luna keenly observed, leaning over so her own head was between Ginny’s legs. “That was surprisingly fast, but I’m sure I can coax at least one or two more orgasms out of you if you give me the time.” She shifted slightly so Ginny could clearly see Luna’s cunt, quite as wet as Ginny’s was. “George has been busy all day and doing this is making me rather aroused as well,” Luna said before Ginny could comment. “So if you wouldn’t mind…”

In answer, Ginny lunged up and firmly licked Luna’s cunt, making the other girl gasp. Ginny reached her arms around so she could spread Luna open, and delved her tongue inside, doing her best to tease Luna as badly as Ginny herself felt she’d been teased. Luna, however, was much better at maintaining her focus, and began to mimic Ginny’s actions; her unusually long tongue caressed Ginny’s folds before delving inside, probing further than even Luna’s fingers could have.

Within seconds Ginny, who’d been on the verge of falling apart already, was unable to keep pleasuring Luna; her head fell back to the mattress and her hands dug into Luna’s lovely arse, squeezing tightly as she thrashed and howled, calling out violent obscenities. She wrapped a leg over Luna’s head to encourage her, but Luna never let up anyway; her tongue continued to probe Ginny’s depths, while one of her hands returned to Ginny’s clit, rubbing it rapidly until Ginny was so sore it hurt, but still she begged Luna not to stop, and Luna didn’t until Ginny clamped her thighs around Luna’s head and came with a hoarse scream.

Luna gently continued her ministrations until the last tremors had finally left Ginny’s body. When her tongue finally lifted off of Ginny’s abused cunt Ginny whimpered, but in an exhausted, content way. “M-Merlin,” she whispered.

“That sounded very satisfying,” Luna said—a bit obscurely due to the exertion her tongue had endured.

Luna made to move off of Ginny, but Ginny’s hands clenched Luna’s arse tightly. “Where do you think you’re going?” Ginny demanded.

“Well, you look a bit sore for another orgasm,” Luna replied, sounding a bit surprised. “But if you think you can bear it—”

Ginny shoved Luna so that the other girl fell over onto her back, letting slip a surprised squeak. Ginny followed, so that now she was on top of Luna. “I’m talking about you,” Ginny growled, pushing Luna’s knees as far apart as they would go. “Now that your bloody incredible tongue isn’t distracting me any longer, it’s your turn to start screaming.”

“Oh, now I see—oh!” Luna gasped as Ginny once again brought her mouth to Luna’s apex. Ginny brought both arms between Luna’s legs, and used one hand to spread her folds so she could work three of her slim fingers into Luna’s cunt. Luna moaned loudly as Ginny pumped her fingers slowly, while working her tongue lightly across Luna’s lips, first on one side, then the other, being careful to avoid the one spot that would almost certainly bring Luna off. She continued for a long time, never quickening her pace, enjoying listening to Luna, groans and whimpers growing more and more desperate. “G-Ginny,” Luna eventually stammered, “I d-don’t think I l-like b-being teased very much!”

Ginny chuckled. “Are you sure? It definitely sounds like you like it…”

“I’m so c-close…” Luna whined. “S-so close for so l-long…”

Recognizing the pleading tone, Ginny finally relented. Her lips encircled Luna’s clit and she sucked hard, flicking the tip of her tongue over the swollen nub as her fingers pounded into Luna’s cunt.. Luna did scream then, as loud as Ginny could have hoped, and it went on for almost a minute before Luna finally went completely limp. “That—that was lovely, Ginny,” Luna murmured contentedly when she got her breath back. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” Ginny replied, preening a bit that she’d brought Luna to such a heated climax. Amazingly, causing such a strong orgasm in Luna had made Ginny’s sore cunt begin to ache with desire again. She ignored it though, knowing that she would need time to recover from what she’d already gone through.

Luna’s face, however, was still directly under Ginny’s cunt. “Oh, my goodness,” she said with what sounded like awe. “I’m amazed that you could want another orgasm right now, Ginny.”

Ginny realized that she must have been making her desire very plain, to Luna at least. “Well,” she muttered, blushing and feeling silly for it, “I don’t really—”

Ginny gasped when Luna’s tongue once again lashed across the length of her swollen cunt. She was so sore that it hurt, but it also felt good—so good that Ginny was gobsmacked. Even during their previous two times shagging with Harry, Ginny had never reacted to Luna so strongly. Maybe it was because Harry wasn’t there…

So why does it feel like he is?

All other thoughts were driven from Ginny’s mind by Luna’s talented fingers and tongue. She collapsed atop Luna and sank her teeth into Luna’s inner thigh, moaning in pain and pleasure until she was brought agonizingly to one final wicked release.