Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
First Beta: Aphotic Halo
Second Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 7,490
Chapter 2 Edit Date: 11/17/2008 (new kitchen sex scene added)
Minor clean-up editing: 04/22/2009
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Chapter 2 – The Cherry Bowl Day

Previously:
To further his fantasy, one day, a day he was sure was designed by the Gods he often prayed to, he was able to convince her, while they sat in the kitchen alone (the ever-present Molly gone to the Burrow for supplies and the other members of the household off doing other things) to feed a bowl of cherries to him.

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She had just finished drinking a glass of pumpkin juice when he came upon her while sitting at the table, the inevitable book in front of her. He quietly walked up behind her and reached down, making sure his lower half came in contact with her back, her bushy hair molding and shaping to the curves of his body. He carefully laid his hand on top of her book while twisting his upper body around her so he could lay his eyes upon her face.

“Why, hello, Kitten. What're you reading that's so interesting?” he asked her quietly, his eyes sliding up from the book to her face, then slipping down to her cleavage where he could see she was wearing a red lace bra that matched her knickers, harmonizing nicely with the dark red sweater she wore. It was nice to know her intimate wear matched, the thought bringing a smile to his lips and a little twitch in his pants, that particular area being pushed up against the back of her frizzly-curled, chestnut-colored hair.

“Oh! Hi Sirius! I'm just reading on human transfiguration. Everyone says it's the most difficult transfiguration technique to master and I just want to make sure I'm prepared. Nothing much, really.” She sat back in her chair so she was pressed against him while looking up, feeling his bulge on the back of her head, and she could see his eyes were fixated on her breasts. At first, she had thought to slouch over in an attempt to conceal herself from him, but then an almost overwhelming primal feeling overcame her, causing her to do just the opposite so that she was actually pushing against him while also bringing her shoulders up and back, her chest thrust forward. She even found herself begin to bring her arms up so she could wrap them around his hips, but was able to stop herself with great difficulty, forcing them down onto her lap instead as her troubled mind fought an internal battle over how she should respond to Sirius physically. After a few moments, the battle was won by her more conservative side, causing her to suddenly pull her head away from his crotch and bring her shoulders forward as she lowered her head with embarrassment. The action of pulling away from him wound up causing her sweater to gape open further, allowing him a better view of her cleavage, something he spent several moments taking full advantage of.

“Sirius?” Her voice was low-pitched and somewhat thick, she could feel her throat tighten as hidden areas of her body began to respond to him. She was well aware of the fact they were alone in the house and that both of them were in the beginning stages of arousal. Again, she was troubled. She enjoyed this feeling of power that her body could make a man want her physically, and she wanted to explore how far she could take this power. But she also feared it though she didn't know exactly why. What she didn't understand was that this power wasn't always taken in the innocent manner it was intended, her inexperience with the world making her believe that the mutual flirting betwixt the two of them would remain controlled and safe.

Sensing her inner struggles and seeing her body respond to him, Sirius decided his best course of action was to back off and feign ignorance. He was sure of her innocence and didn't want to frighten her off, risking the cautious intimacy he had already gained.

He forced himself to tear his eyes away from the soft shadows between her breasts as she began to shrink away from him and looked down into her wide, soft brown eyes. He recognized what he saw there, knew she was trying to hide her desire for him, and was equally sure she wasn't ready to take on the next step in their relationship. He also realized that she trusted he would not rush her as she slowly accepted her newly discovered sexuality and, ultimately, a physical relationship. With him. Of that he would make sure. He felt a sudden pang of possessiveness wash over him, forcing him to grip her shoulders in an effort to keep him from doing something rash, to keep him from ruining their time together. This was the first day they were able to spend time alone, intimate time if he could manage it, in a house usually overfull with people, and he had every intention of using his time well.

'The frustrations of an experienced man lusting after an innocent young woman,' he thought ruefully. He pondered this briefly. He wanted so much more of her and truly was becoming frustrated having to tamp down his desires so as to keep from scaring her away. Why didn't women just embrace their sexuality like men did? Life would be so much easier. He felt like a teen-aged boy, like Ron, he snorted inwardly, wanting to 'score a home run' on the first date. But he wasn't on a first date, he was entwined in an ornate dance of seduction with a woman he had wanted to possess for what seemed like an eternity. After a few tense moments he thought up a way to playfully bring her into his fantasies. He straightened slowly, his eyes raking over the soft mounds of her breasts before he somewhat stiffly walked (he really shouldn't wear such tight pants when he was around her!) over to the counter where a bowl sat, the cherries contained within it already rinsed off and pitted by Molly. Bless that woman!

He came back to her with the beautiful antique crystal bowl. He had forgotten how heavy it was, its precious cargo worth more than gold to him at that moment.

“Hermione? I was wondering if you would indulge me,” he began quietly, so quiet she had to strain to hear his words. He kept his voice low, friendly with a hint of seductiveness contained within it. His smile was genuine, she was the only woman for him and he finally had her to himself for awhile.

“Indulge you? I, I'm, I'm not sure what you mean, Sirius. M-Mrs. Weasley already fixed the cherries for you the way you like them.” Her sudden nervousness made her stutter slightly. She had a feeling she knew what he meant, but wasn't exactly sure.

“Oh Hermione, sweetie, I think you do. We can enjoy each other's company, right here in the kitchen. Get to know one another better.”

He sat close to her, making sure their legs touched. He picked up a cherry and offered it to her, resting it on her lower lip while he waited patiently for her to accept the fruit. After a moment's indecision, she opened her mouth so he could place it inside, hooking his fingers on her lower teeth and pressing down on her tongue, then sliding them out as her lips closed about their tips. He watched her slowly chew the cherry thoughtfully, as if she were weighing the options of her actions. He watched as her neck muscles worked while she swallowed, thinking that someday those muscles would be working to swallow a portion of him down while more of it adorned her face. He began to feel goosebumps rise on his skin, though the room was comfortably cool.

“Come on, baby, why don't you feed me some cherries?” His voice was husky with desire, and he was sure she sensed his meaning.

Thus it began. He waited for her to hesitantly pick up a cherry, her eyes glued to it as she bit her lower lip, then slowly bring it up to his mouth. Smiling into her eyes when they flew up to his in surprise, he licked at and playfully sucked her fingers slowly, enticingly, into his mouth. He did this with each cherry she put to his lips. She would blush and giggle nervously, her eyes darting about as if making sure no one had entered the room to catch them at their game of seduction, her hand coming up to bashfully cover her mouth. He wondered if she also covered her mouth to keep herself in control, to keep herself from leaning forward and kissing him savagely with those lovely lips of hers. He was sure she wanted to, but he continued to play the game, going at her pace as they flirted and accustomed themselves to each others touch. When she was placing the cherries to his lips, her lovely tongue would flick out to run along the edge of her beautiful white teeth before darting back into where he wanted his dick to be, sometimes it would peek out and touch the tip of her upper lip before sliding back in – it was almost as if she were giving him a preview of how she could manipulate that tongue, how she would be able to control it as it surrounded his cock along with those lush, pink lips. She didn't stop feeding him the cherries even though he stared at her breasts more than he looked up into her face. He could see her nipples harden and her breath quicken the first time her fingers were in his mouth as his tongue slowly swirled around and between them.

After half the bowl was empty, he felt her becoming nervous once again, though he wasn't sure why. She seemed to focus on the fact that he was spending much of his time staring at her breasts, something he thought she should be rather used to by now. She playfully leaned down so that he was suddenly looking into her eyes and not on her nipples, then sat up again and hit him on the arm exclaiming, “Sirius! You're too old for me!”. When she did that, Sirius merely raised and lowered his eyebrows a few times with a lecherous grin on his face and leaned forward, acting as if he were trying to peek down into her sweater (well, actually, he did peek) while, to his ever widening eyes, she amazingly leaned forward and pushed her arms inward to crush those luscious orbs together, giving rise to thoughts of his cock buried deep within the valley between them. He was unable to hide the lust on his face – and judging by the look on her face, she recognized his expression for what it was. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her look though – he wanted to believe it was full of desire, but he was sure he also saw worry, and perhaps fear? He was going to have to tread carefully if he wanted things to go his way.

The air seemed almost steamy with the heavy scent of their combined arousal, their want for each other. Each yearned to take it to the next step, and yet they were enjoying the ambiance so much they wanted to delay the inevitable. Sirius actually had to shake his head as if clearing his mind so he could think straight – it wouldn't do for him to act rash now and ruin the charged atmosphere. He looked at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils, noting her nipples and surrounding areola were so engorged with blood he could see them straining uncomfortably through the cloth of her bra and sweater. He seriously wondered if she were his soul mate, thinking that that was why they were so drawn to each other. At that point he sensed he had finally succeeded in the first part of his quest, to make her want him to the exclusion of all others.

He was pleased that she didn't try to cover herself or turn away during this little peep show, though she did blush deeply with a cute little smile on her face, turning her face down coyly. After this he became bold, grabbing the front of her sweater and dropping a cherry down her cleavage, stating, “And what makes you think that, my dear?” She giggled, saying, “Oh Sirius”, as she dug the cherry out, which caused the sweater to lower down temptingly. As she continued to feed him, he would drop a cherry down her shirt every few minutes and she dutifully dug them out, making sure her sweater pulled down further and further each time, at one point she didn't bother to pull it back up, allowing him full view of her cleavage, which seemed to beg him to take a cherry and push it down slowly and deeply between her breasts, and he followed its command. She gave a little gasp when he did this but she didn't turn away - she seemed to sit up straighter and pull her shoulders back to give him better access as his fingers wiggled themselves down, ready to deposit his treasure within her folds. She then made a show of parting her breasts and rooting around until she found it, promptly reaching over to lovingly place it into his mouth – he opened his lips and stuck out his tongue so she could put the cherry on it. Her fingers then followed the cherry into his mouth, allowing him to suck her fingers hungrily before she popped them out. She sat there for a few moments, a look of confusion (and fear? worry?) coming upon her face, both of them breathing deeply, both collecting themselves; him desperately trying to keep from grabbing her right then and there, she trying to keep herself composed – he was sure she would have ripped her clothes off at that point and thrown herself at him but he knew they had to be careful, they couldn't chance being caught because the others wouldn't understand their relationship. He knew her young age would turn others against him, they would think he had taken advantage of her. They waited a few minutes and then, with his encouragement, she began to feed him more cherries.

He took note of how she seemed eager to submit to his quiet, insistent instruction, his mind wandering over to some of the more tantalizing Muggle magazines he had read in which the woman submitted to the dominant male. He definitely liked this development in their relationship, and planned to nurture it's growth to maturity. He had to be patient so he could have everything he wanted with her in the end. He planned to find more books explaining how to continue this relationship to their mutual satisfaction. Yes, if he did it right she would become his submissive sex slave and enjoy it.

After she had fed him for a few moments he decided it was her turn and began to feed her the cherries stating, “What's good for the goose is good for the gander, my dear.” And, like a good girl, she did what he wanted without hesitation. He brought his hand up to lightly rub her cheek, then brought it down to follow along her jawline before opening her mouth with his thumb so he could place a cherry inside. He had her open her mouth wide so he could control where he put each one, making sure to slide the tips of his fingers in just beyond her teeth while pressing the cherry onto her tongue. And once, he was caught off guard when she quickly sucked his fingers into her mouth and then slowly, oh so slowly, moved that enticing tongue of hers along the length of them, at first whorling her moist tongue around them, then wriggling the flat textured portion back and forth almost imperceptibly while wrapping its edges around his fingers and exploring the crevice between them with its tip as she continued the suction until his fingers popped out audibly. Sirius caught his breath when she did that and stared at her for a few seconds, both of them looking longingly into each other's eyes before she looked down demurely. He then slid his wet fingers along her full lower lip, down her chin, along her neck onto the bare part of her chest, tugging on her shirt and dragging it along until it popped out from under his fingers, and then ever so lightly along her breast so they slid over and then around the outline of her sensitive nipple (she sighed deeply at that point) for several moments, knowing he was rubbing along the pebbled skin around that pert mound, pausing to rub his thumb over her nipple a few times, then slid his fingers down along her belly, finally sliding his hand under her skirt and resting his hand on her thigh, his finger tips placed so they were sitting on her mons. And, incredibly, she even closed her eyes and leaned in towards him while he slid his hand along her breast, making him want to grab the nipple as he lightly outlined it with his trembling fingers.

Watching her face closely for any signs of distress, he slowly slid his other hand along her leg until it was on the opposite thigh, turning both hands so his thumbs were between her legs, their tips touching her most sensitive part, and his fingers rested along the edge of her lace knickers. He tentatively squeezed his hands firmly, slowly; and when she did not resist he began to softly knead her thighs. Her eyes slowly opened, becoming wide as he looked at her with an intensity that locked her gaze with his; she found it impossible to look away from him as he held her captive with his eyes. She hesitantly brought her hands up and slid them along his forearms, stopping on his biceps as he felt her legs relax and part slightly. He sensed his heart skipping a beat as he leaned forward and brushed his lips on hers, delicately pulling her legs open as he closed in on her, his legs sliding under and between hers, raising and opening and pushing her legs open wide.

“Sirius?” Her voice was barely audible – it was breathy, frightened, questioning, and, most importantly, full of longing.

“Yes, baby?” he whispered back as he began flicking his tongue into her ear, eliciting a startled gasp from her.

He felt her hips move slightly and he pushed his thumbs against her, moving them slowly up and down, pushing them harder against her lace barrier, his fingers continuing to squeeze her thighs, pumping his thumbs against her as they did so. He heard her barely breathe out a startled “Oh!” into his neck as her hot breath swirled deliciously from her lips, those luscious lips now touching him as she gasped from the unexpected pleasure he was bringing her.

Gradually, though steadily, he turned his hands, then slid his fingers between her legs, slipping them under the lace of her knickers, allowing him to stimulate her properly. She suddenly brought her arms up around his neck and he felt her slide forward on her chair as she slid her legs further onto his, bringing her hips forward and giving him easier access to her bottom. He heard her lace rip as he strained against the material, forcing his hands under them to get at her. He closed his eyes, allowing him to concentrate on what his hands were doing. His fingers delighted in feeling her slick heat as he slid his fingers between her petals, both hands becoming thickly coated as they worked to paint her juices over her perineum. His left hand slid to her back-end and began to slowly finger-fuck her anus (bringing forth a tiny gasp of bewilderment from her as she pulled away from him initially, then relaxed against him with his murmured encouragement, allowing him entrance) with his middle finger; he felt her pucker tighten rhythmically around him as she softly though desperately moaned into his ear, “Oh, Gods, Sirius. More. Please, more.” Encouraged, he sank his left thumb (he smiled fleetingly when she took in another startled intake of air, her body convulsing briefly at his touch) into her vagina, feeling her tightness, and finger-fucked both her holes simultaneously; going slowly at first to help her accommodate him, then more rigorously.

Egged on by her quiet moans filled with astonishment and elation as she concentrated on a mans fingers touching her womanhood for the first time, he used his right hand on her and began to play with her sex - he grabbed and rubbed her hood between his thumb and fingers, feeling the little cord of her clit within its silky softness; he pulled down while twirling her hood within his fingers, then pushed up and mashed on it in tight circles, and then started over again as he twirled it while pulling. Pull. Twirl. Mash. Circle. Pull. Twirl. Mash. Circle. Pull. Twirl. Mash. Circle. Finally, he began to concentrate on circling her nub with his thumb, slowly increasing his pressure and speed as he maneuvered his fingers over her hood and began to give it long circular strokes, again slowly increasing the intensity and speed as he manipulated her towards nirvana, her shudders and whimpers of delight driving him mad as he worked her with both hands. His left hand finger-fucked her in time to the strokes of his right hand, he felt her rhythmically tightening around his fingers as if she were trying to pull him into her deeper, her hips moving opposite his hands as she simulated fucking him; her trembling hands holding his neck tighter as her soft lips trailed lightly, tantalizingly onto his skin while releasing her warm breath in tiny gasps that sent shivers down his spine. He paced himself to her rhythm as her legs began tightening in sync with her hips, rocking herself back and forth against him as she began to moan and beg him to do more, go faster, press harder.

His body tensed as he fought to keep under control, his breathing coming in tight gasps of want. He desperately wanted to grab her and ram his dick into her, but he knew, despite her wantonness, that he had to go slow; he was sure he could feel her virginity with his thumb, and he was positive this was her first experience with a man. He struggled to keep in mind that she was not protected from pregnancy, he did not want to further complicate things by having to deal with a child so soon after their relationship began. And, he wanted her to remember her time with him fondly; he feared if he started to take her now that he would be too rough and frighten, possibly harm, her. But, as he felt her hands spasming on his neck, saw her head rearing back as her back arched, and listened to her moans intensify while her hips tightened as she climaxed in his hand; he could feel his reserve starting to crumble. He struggled mightily for self-control.

They sat there for several minutes, breathing heavily, her hands continuing to clutch themselves tightly around his neck as her hot post-orgasmic breaths, punctuated with small sighs and gasps at irregular intervals, slammed gently onto his flushed skin, seeming to whisper a silent message that there was more for him to do - that he wasn't done with the young, virginal witch in his lap. He pulled his fingers out of her and put both hands, trembling with repressed desire, on her hips briefly; then reached down and unbuttoned his pants, releasing his painful erection with a sigh. He slid his hands along her thighs, up her hips, and around her back, pulling her onto his lap so she straddled him; he then pressed her down into his groin reflexively with a grunt. He heard her whimper as she attempted to pull back from him, causing him to strengthen his grip on her and curl his body forward. He whispered hoarsely , “Please, baby,” and she stilled for him briefly, then her thighs squeezed themselves invitingly as she pulled herself against his body obediently.

He lost all sense of time as he held her against him tightly, slowly rocking his hips while pushing her body up and down slightly, allowing the underside of his dick, now trapped between them, to slide along her sensitive clit. He felt her legs tense as she began to instinctively move her hips, her grip around his neck tightening. His hips moved faster and he lowered one hand, putting it on the small of her back, gently guiding her inexperienced hips in sync to his increasingly quickening rhythm. It didn't take long for him to feel his balls tingle, then tighten, as he spurt himself between them, grinding her name out from deep within his throat. With his last thrust, he didn't know why he did it and didn't realize he had done so at first, but he had mindlessly grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly, nearly entering her virginal opening before the tip of his penis bumped on the edge of her vagina and sprang away, causing her to tighten and squeal in pain; he worried for a moment that he had popped her cherry for he had hoped to wait for that event until they were properly alone in a bed, wanting to take his time with her. Shaking, panting, he forced himself to keep holding her tightly, keeping his hands still as he tried to gain control for he didn't want to stop and was struggling to keep from throwing her on the table and having his way with her.

Once confident he had himself under control, he loosened his hold and felt her hastily pull back from him, her eyes lowered, her face pink from arousal. He put himself back in place and buttoned his pants as he watched her quietly; he was disturbed when he saw tears in her eyes as she lifted herself off his legs and pushed herself back in her chair. Seeing her trembling hands moving from his peripheral vision, he glanced down and was rewarded with the view of her hair curling about what was left of her ripped knickers (he was relieved when he did not see blood mixed in with the juices glistening on her sex) before she lowered her skirt, now wet with his ejaculate, and began to close her legs; like lightning, he shot a hand between them, not wanting her to close herself off to him. She jumped and looked up at him in surprise, and he saw just how aroused she remained, how much she wanted him to continue, but still unsure of herself over what had just occurred. He sensed her fear as well as her arousal; he also thought he caught the look of shame in her eyes as she looked down, and saw a tear fall, then slide down her face. He grabbed her chin and pulled her head up as he leaned forward and licked the tear off, his trapped hand squeezing her thigh reassuringly.

“No tears, baby. You didn't do anything wrong.” He watched her as she gave him a small smile, her eyes lowering bashfully as her hands played with her skirt. Her chin still in his right hand, he slowly brought his left up from between her thighs and grabbed her hands quietly, willing her to look up at him; when she did, he kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose, then licked it, eliciting a shy giggle from her.

“That's better, hon.” He let go of her chin, then pulled her forward into a hug, his own chin on top of her head, his legs Veeing around hers. He felt her give a deep sigh as she played nervously with her hair with one hand, the other resting on his bicep.

“Hermione, what we shared just now was lovely, not bad or dirty. I want you to understand that, baby. Do you?”

She tucked her head down as her arms curled up protectively against her chest, and responded quietly, “I don't know. I, I'm not sure. It all happened unexpectedly, I never thought we'd, we'd, do something like....that. Good girls don't...”

He hugged her tightly, cutting her words off with his own, “Good girls don't what? Have romantic moments? I don't think any less of you than I did before, I actually think more of you. In a good way.”

He pulled back, grabbed her hair behind her head with his left hand, and pulled her head back gently so he could slowly give her a light kiss on her forehead and another, deeper one, on her lips; he then wrapped his arms about her, hugging her tightly against him. His voice was a quiet demand for a reply, “I rather enjoyed myself, and I think you did as well. Yes?”

After a brief moment of hesitation, she timorously nodded into his shirt as she grabbed his arms with her hands.

“Good, baby. Now we have to work on your not being so shy with me.” He pulled back, grabbing her upper arms and pushing her back as well so they both sat up straight. “Look at me, Hermione.”

Her eyes came up and she looked at him briefly, then looked down hastily. She was, in fact, embarrassed over what had happened. Her mind kept going to the fact that good girls didn't to things with boys until they were married, though she wasn't quite sure why being married suddenly made the sexual taboo go away.

“Well, I suppose that's better than nothing, isn't it, pumpkin?” He bent down and kissed the top of her head. “As time goes on, you'll become less shy.”

It suddenly occurred to her that she wasn't sure she wanted things to continue. She had enjoyed her unexpected first sexual experience with Sirius immensely, but she wasn't sure she wanted a relationship with him. She wanted him, but she didn't. She knew, according to the unwritten code for girls, that she shouldn't want a sexual relationship with a man unless she was married to him; she knew what she had just done with Sirius was considered a serious infraction of those unwritten rules, yet she yearned for his touch. She shifted in her chair uncomfortably; her nipples were beginning to harden and the throbbing between her legs intensifying as her body began reacting to his close contact in addition to his gentle words of encouragement.

Sirius watched her discomfort with uncertainty, not sure why she would respond so strongly to his touch and yet be so coy afterwards. He was sure, had he not been imprisoned at such a young age and for so long, that he would have an idea of what was going on with her; but at this point, he was perplexed. His own first sexual exploits, at the age of fifteen, had been shy as well, though he had been excited at the thought of losing his virginity and wanted everyone to know about it. He was also very aware that the opposite was expected of girls; they were careful about flaunting their sexual trysts so as not to be thought of as “scarlet women”. The girls who initially initiated him into the world of sex were older and far more experienced than he was, but as time went on, he became the experienced one who deflowered the girls (some younger than he, some older) without much thought. He always backed off if a girl resisted, and he never had one cry after his touch before; Hermione's tears bewildered him, making him wonder if she had not been, in fact, ready for a sexual relationship. He was so used to seeing her self-assured and fearless, it discomfited him to unexpectedly find her so shy and uncertain of herself. He was glad, in retrospect, that he had not been overly aggressive as he had wanted and taken her virginity; he wondered if that would have completely undone the girl.

Even so, at first, he was sorry he had stopped their sexual encounter, but a few minutes later he was relieved when Molly came bustling into the house. Before Molly was able to enter the kitchen from the hallway, he quickly grabbed his wand and performed a cleansing charm on them both, not wanting to chance Molly seeing or smelling their sex on them; he saw Hermione shudder slightly as the charm worked on her body unexpectedly, her lovely brown eyes turning to him in surprise. He looked at her as he pointed between his body and hers, then turned his eyes at Molly; she blushed, then nodded her understanding. Hermione waited a respectable amount of time, slowly sucking and eating a few cherries while squirming in her chair, his eyes riveted on his favorite part of her body as they swayed enticingly, then excused herself. His eyes followed her out of he room, and he noted how she hesitated a moment at the doorway before heading into the library - he dearly wished he could follow her because he knew what she was about to do. He forced himself to eat some more cherries as he carefully performed another cleansing charm, wanting to make sure he had definitely rid the area of any evidence their lovemaking may have left behind. He felt paranoid over the fact that he may get caught with Hermione, knowing the others might not understand. He decided to perform a discrete air freshener charm to rid the air of sex, just in case. Molly never missed a beat as she began to prepare their evening meal. He knew if she had suspected anything between them, she would have been all over him like a Great Horned Owl preying on a mouse.

He sat, waiting until he was sure it wouldn't seem suspicious that he was leaving so soon after Hermione had left the room, and thought about what had just occurred. While she fed him cherries, he wondered if she had seen his growing arousal jutting against his trousers; she had given no indication of noticing, which disappointed him somewhat – after he thought about it a while though, he chalked it up to her lack of experience with men. He knew she realized what part of his body he was pressing against the back of her head when he first began the encounter, but she never acknowledged it other than to pull away as it grew. He had wanted her to make a comment about his erection, had hoped she'd drop a cherry there and delve down to pick it up, perhaps to rub the bulge a little or even release it from their confines.... Oh Gods, how he longingly thought about having her hot little hands on him! Her hands and her mouth... And those tits, he thought that more than cherries (and his hand) belonged between them. He wished he had slid his hand under her shirt now, and felt those hot little points hidden beneath the fabric. At least, he had had the opportunity to rub his dick against her and cum, that would have to do for now. If he had had a little more time, he was sure he could have talked his shy little minx into touching him as she learned more about the male anatomy, perhaps even talking her into giving him a handjob, if nothing else. But, wasn't it just his damned bad luck coming back to plague him when Molly decided to come back when she did? How fucking frustrating! Somehow, though, he sensed someone was coming back and would catch them if they didn't stop; indeed, Molly came home a few minutes after he had tenderly kissed the top of Hermione's head.

He was positive he was the only one his Hermione flirted with like this, he never saw her doing anything even remotely similar to this with that Weasley boy, and he watched them closely whenever they were together. They often acted like they were sister and brother rather than a couple. Yes, he was sure she was untouched and that she ached for him as he did for her; and that meant one thing, he was going to be the lucky man to teach her all she needed to know about sex. And he had just given her her first lesson.

Once he was sure he had waited long enough, he casually left the room, then ran up the stairs two at at time; he didn't think he could get to his room quick enough to relieve himself.

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Her nether regions throbbed, more than they had ever done so before and she couldn't get to the library fast enough. She had originally thought to go to her room to relieve herself but didn't think she could run up three flights without cumming so she opted for the library instead. Her hands shook as she impatiently pulled her skirt up and began to frantically rub herself through her torn knickers until she came, her back arching tightly and her ass bucking about as if she were being ridden by an unseen entity, his name hissing from her mouth with each gasp she took. “Sirius”. She could feel the little muscles in her pelvis and inner thighs giving off little jumps for several minutes after she came, something she had never had before.

For her part, Hermione was shocked at her behavior. She had never acted like that before with a man, never knew she could lose control of herself so dangerously. She had never been touched by anyone sexually before, had never allowed it. Not even Viktor Krum had gotten further than kissing her, his hand being allowed to touch her covered breast occasionally. Yes, she had been extremely aroused while with Sirius, as well as shocked and horrified with herself. She was sure Sirius thought poorly of her now after acting like a Knockturn Alley whore.

'How could I have acted like that? Why didn't I stop it? I let him put his fingers inside of me! And not just my vagina! My bottom, too! I didn't know people did that! How embarrassing.' Her face glowed red as she thought of what she allowed him to do.

'What does he think of me now? He must think I'm such a slut! How will I ever face him again?' she wondered.

He was a man, not a boy, not someone to be teased and toyed with and yet that was what she was doing. She knew she didn't love him, didn't want to lose her virginity to him. She firmly believed what her parents had taught her, that you saved your virginity for your marriage night, though she didn't understand the importance of that. Sirius obviously didn't seem to believe in that, or did he? He didn't take her virginity today, not in the traditional sense, though he did so with his fingers. She worried that Sirius might not take no for an answer in the future. And she worried that *she* wouldn't say no if things heated up between them again!

'Oh, my mum would be so ashamed of me if she knew! Her little girl acted like a slut. What would daddy say?' She hung her head as she berated herself.

And yet, no matter how she felt about it, her body kept yelling for Sirius' touch. She so wanted Sirius there, his mouth upon her; she just knew he could satisfy her. Telling herself she was acting like a slut, she pulled her sweater off, and was aroused even more when she remembered hearing her knickers rip, wishing he had also ripped her bra off. Merlin! How romantic! She felt her conscience yelling at her, about how she was a bad girl for thinking these things, how she was a slut, a whore, and not worthy of someone as nice as Ron. She felt a tear on her cheek. In a way, she had cheated on Ron. She knew she liked him, but he didn't see her as girlfriend material; at least, not yet.

But, apparently, Sirius did. She felt her nipples harden when she thought of him, of what they had done not long before. All thoughts of Ron left her briefly as her body continued to react at the thought of Sirius. She pulled off her bra and began licking and sucking hard on her nipples, pretending it was his mouth upon her. She felt dirty, yet excited, knowing she should be thinking of Ron like this and not Sirius. She would forever associate cherries with Sirius. Guilt washed over her as she masturbated herself to orgasm through her ripped knickers, three times in succession, finally feeling sated and licking her fingers clean, knowing she would be busily doing this again later tonight with Sirius' name on her lips.

She was sure Sirius would have liked to see her doing herself like the wanton bitch she was at that moment. She dearly wished he had followed her; she was sure she wouldn't have stopped him if he had come to her and put his face between her legs. She wanted to feel his hands and mouth upon her body. She was sorry he had stopped them when he had, she had wanted so much to “go all the way” at that point, not caring if someone caught them or not. She had desperately wanted to feel him deep inside her. Him, not Ron, but him.

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Authors notes, you may freely skip this...

Ron should have made his moves before Sirius did. Would have saved Hermione a whole lot of trouble in the future. You saw those warnings for this story? It'll all be there. Hermione does get kidnapped at some point and the abuse begins. Got to build up to that. Just so you know, for those of you who like to read about that kind of stuff and don't like the goofy, eye rolling, lovey-dovey stuff I've got going on now. But I plan to balance the story with the two extremes because I like it both ways!
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And, why do you suppose our studious, modern type gal Hermione is acting the way she is sexually? You'll find out in the next chapter. *evil grin*
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Also, I wanted to make sure I got in the idea about how girls get mixed signals from society. Guys want the “bad girls” but they don't want to marry them, yet they want the “bad girl” in their bed. Girls are supposed to totally repress their sexual desires and then suddenly, when they are in their marriage bed, become a wanton whore for their new husband. That is something that is very hard to do.
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Here's a link to an image on sex talk that I thought was cute:
http://www.joeydevilla.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/things_to_say_during_sex.gif

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