Practice

Hermione’s eyes fluttered open suddenly the next morning, wondering what it was that woke her. The first sign was light streaming through the window. The second sign, a little more troubling, was a warm body in front of her. Sometime during the night, she and Harry had shifted in such a way that he had become the little spoon and she was behind him, her arm draped over him. Her eyes opened wide in shock when she noticed this. Her breath quickened and her cheeks reddened when she remembered that he was only wearing a pair of boxers, and the wide expanse of skin on his upper body was pressed to her chest. She also felt her bare legs curled behind his, her smooth legs touching his muscled, slightly hairy ones. Wanting to get out of this situation without embarrassing Harry as well, she tried to scoot away from him. When she found that she couldn’t, she was trying to figure out why when she noticed that she couldn’t feel her right arm. Suddenly, she saw it underneath Harry, and realized that it must be numb.

Not wanting to wake Harry unnecessarily, she relaxed against him and rested, enjoying the new morning despite the distraction of an under-dressed boy inappropriately curled up with her (also under-dressed) in a bed.

Her left arm, still around his waist, moved a little as his body shifted in his sleep. He pulled his legs up just a little bit and pulled away from her a couple inches. Hermione felt her hand graze his boxers, which made her freeze in surprise. When Harry moved again, her face reddened even more when she felt something hard beneath the cotton.

‘Oh my God,’ Hermione thought, ‘he has an erection.’ Not really knowing what to do in this situation, she considered it silently.

‘I know why he’s like this. I’ve read these books. It’s not his fault. Most males wake up in this state. It’s completely natural and not at all sexual.’

The more she thought about it, though, the more it intrigued her. The only man she’d ever grown up with was her dad, and he’d never talked to her about sex. Neither of her parents had. She’d learned it in school and, more recently, in books. She was pretty sure she’d never even seen another boy in this state of undress.

Making up her mind, she threw caution into the wind and moved her hand, pressing more directly on his semi-hard penis. She was surprised by its firmness, not knowing that it got even harder than that. Pressing her flat hand against it, she rubbed it carefully through Harry’s boxers, and she nearly jumped when she felt it grow even more with her touch.

As it began to get impossibly big, Hermione kept rubbing, grabbing it as well as she could through the fabric and stroking it like the books said, though somewhat clumsily.

‘How much bigger is he supposed to be able to get?’ she wondered.

Harry’s hips moved slightly with her strokes, and he made a small noise. Hermione pulled her hand off of him in surprise, thinking that he’d woken. When she realized he hadn’t, she smiled at her jumpiness and started stroking him some more. When she had gotten him as big as she could, she took a deep breath and went past the point of no return, reaching into his boxers and pulling out the bulging member. Raising her head over the side of Harry’s body, she caught her first glimpse of hard cock, and her eyes widened in surprise. It was at least 7 inches long and rock hard, which was easily felt, and fairly veiny, with a large, purplish head. Wrapping her hand around it experimentally, she smiled at how warm and strangely soft it was. Lowering her head back down to her pillow, she started to stroke his bare cock, not sure what to think at first, but she soon realized that she was enjoying the experience. After a few minutes of gentle stroking, she felt his body start to respond in different ways. Harry was thrusting his hips slightly in his sleep, just enough to help push it through her hands.

Getting a little more excited at his reactions, she started stroking faster, and delighted in the power she seemed to have over him.

During her little handjob session, she realized that her knickers had started getting wet right on her crotch. Doing a mental checklist of herself, she realized she was much more turned on by this than she realized. Giving into the pleasure, she held his cock tighter and stroked even faster. Suddenly, Harry started moaning softly, and Hermione realized that he must have just woken up. Much too far along in her stroking, she didn’t stop, and the part of her brain that was still functioning properly wondered why she didn’t.

“Oh, God, Hermione…” Harry groaned in pleasure, “Don’t stop,” as if to tell that part of her brain to find somewhere else to live for the next few minutes.

Hermione did as she was told, and didn’t stop. As Harry started bucking into her hand even harder, he reached an arm around behind him and ran his arm down her side, moaning at the feel of the curves of her body. Reaching down a little farther, his hand came to rest over her knicker-clad ass, and pulled her against him. With no bra on underneath her shirt, Hermione’s hard, pointed nipples felt very obvious on Harry’s back, and this turned him on greatly.

“Hermione…” Harry groaned, “I’m so close! Just…uhnggg, harder!”

With a few more fast strokes, he came. Hermione was fascinated as she felt Harry’s cock pulse in her hands, and she felt his cum shoot through him, erupting out his head. Most of it ended up landing on the bed, but some leaked onto her hand, and she desperately wanted to pull her hand away to examine the warm liquid, but kept pumping Harry until he was completely spent.

Pulling her hand away, Hermione looked at the semen sticking to it. Once again, curiosity rose to the surface and she tentatively licked it off her hand, analyzing the taste. Finding that it wasn’t repulsive, she smiled and put her hand on Harry’s side as he recovered.

When he finally turned over, he looked her in the eye, his hand back on her butt and voiced the question he wanted to ask since he woke up with his cock in her hand.

“What was that?”

Hermione responded with a little blush. “I don’t know. Does it really matter, though? It happened. You liked it. I liked it. Let’s move on.”

Surprised at her attitude towards this, Harry smiled and pulled her closer to him and kissed her lips cautiously, to see if this was where she wanted to go. When he felt her pour herself into the kiss, he started moving his hand. Starting by squeezing her butt, he moved it around to the front and placed it in front of the wet spot on her knickers. With an aroused gasp, Hermione pushed her hips closer, grinding against his fingers. Emboldened, Harry slipped his hand into her knickers and felt her bare pussy lips with the tips of his fingers. With a choked moan, she grabbed for his arms as he got his fingers wet with her juices, slipping one, then two inside of her.

Harry’s kisses moved down Hermione’s neck, biting lightly and sucking as his fingers moved faster, rubbing his thumb along her clit. With the girl writhing in his grasp, he moved his head farther down and kissed all over the tops of her breasts showing above her shirt.

She was getting very close, and Harry could feel it. Hermione’s breaths against his head were shallow and loud, and her hips were starting to buck up against his fingers. With a smile, his mouth moved over her shirt and found her nipples poking obscenely through the thin fabric. Licking across one, he covered it with his lips and started sucking on it. Hermione went wild at that. Her shirt gave the sucking an amazing wet scratching feeling that shot straight to her pussy, and with another stroke against her clit, she gasped, her eyes flying open and she bucked her hips even harder and held them still against Harry.

Harry kept stroking her as she rode her orgasm, and he felt her contract around his fingers as she held still. When he finally felt her relax, he lazily pumped into her a few more times before he withdrew his fingers. He brought them to his mouth, and, making sure Hermione could see, licked them clean of her juices.

They laid there for a minute, silent, when Harry put his elbow on his pillow and rested his cheek in his hand, using his other to throw the sheets off the bed. Giving Hermione an embarrassed smile, his gaze shifted quickly to take her entire, sexy and beautiful body in. Giving him a shy smile back, her cheeks colored as she watched his eyes.

“So….” Harry said, breaking the silence, “I don’t know about you, but I need to take a shower now. And at some point we need to clean these sheets.” Getting up without another word, he moved to the bedroom door.

“Harry… wait.” Hermione said. When he turned back around to look at her, she had the shy, hesitant look on her face like she wanted to say something, but her logical brain was interfering.

“Is it okay…if I join you?” she asked with a slightly timid voice, biting her lip nervously.

Harry, a little surprised, but not offended or disgusted, said “Sure! Why not?”

Following Harry down the hall into the bathroom, Hermione shut the door behind them. Getting out two towels and hanging them on the rack, she turned around to see Harry turning on the water, getting it hot.

Harry turned around to grab his and Hermione’s shampoo and soap (they were there so often that they just kept an extra set at The Burrow for their own use). When he turned around, he froze when he saw Hermione, facing the shower, pull her shirt over her head and pull her knickers down to her ankles, kicking them off before stepping in. As she turned in the shower, Harry was treated to an exceptional view of her breasts for the first time, and, as he looked down, her pussy, which was the most perfect thing he’d seen in his life. As he was watching the water slowly run down the front of her body, Hermione’s words snapped him out of his daze.

“Harry, are you going to get in, or are you just going to stare at me all day?” she asked, annoyed, her arm covering her chest at his blatant ogling. “As long as you don’t stare, I won’t cover them. Deal?”

Harry nodded quickly and shucked his boxers off, his cock already halfway hard at seeing Hermione in her full glory. Walking into the shower, he put the stuff in his hands down and walked under the water, not being able to resist touching Hermione lightly as he moved. His cock was already rock hard with all the wet contact, and when Harry had the soap in his hands, he couldn’t help but start to wash Hermione’s back. Leaning back against him, she sighed, closing her eyes and letting Harry’s hands move down her back. As he traveled around to her stomach, she could feel herself becoming slightly aroused again.

Hermione sighed as his soapy hands moved up even farther to cup the undersides of her breasts, taking the fairly heavy, but firm globes of flesh in his palms. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he started massaging her breasts softly.

“So, Hermione, what was that we were just doing? And for that matter, right now?” Harry asked.

“Harry, I don’t know,” she replied flippantly. She made a disappointed noise when his hands dropped away from her suddenly.

“Oh, you actually want to have a serious conversation? In the shower?” When she felt him nod into her shoulder, she expanded on her statement, glad when she felt him resume his caressing.

“Well, I guess…” she struggled to find the right words to say what she was feeling. “I just wanted to try it out. I mean, I’m almost 16, and I haven’t had a single sexual experience until a few minutes ago. Sure, I’ve masturbated a few times, but it doesn’t really count.”

“So you just decide to try it out on your sleeping friend. I don’t see how you could have put any more thought into that,” Harry said, teasingly.

Smiling, Hermione replied, “Well, yes, I suppose you’re right. But you were right there, I accidentally touched you, and you were pretty much ready to go.” Getting a little frustrated into this part of her explanation, she continued, “I mean, I’ve read a lot of books on the subject—“

“Of course you have,” Harry said, smiling into her shoulder and tweaking her nipples playfully.

Hermione gave a gasp, but kept going, despite the attack on her nipples. “—so I figured I knew what to do.”

“But hands on experience is so much better than theoretical knowledge,” Harry finished for her.

“Yes. My thoughts were, ‘I don’t want to wait until I meet the man of my dreams to find out about this stuff. A), I don’t know when that’ll happen, and B), I don’t want to look like an idiot when it comes to sex.”

“Valid reasoning, Miss Granger,” Harry said in his best professor voice.

Hermione slapped Harry’s leg teasingly for his cheek, and turned around to face him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, vividly aware that his hard cock was now pressed firmly against her stomach.

“I guess you could say I just wanted some practice,” she said innocently, looking into his eyes. Deciding to be a little daring, she pushed herself up on her tiptoes and moved her face close to his, their lips almost meeting.

Harry, almost out of breath with arousal, looked deep into her eyes as he whispered, “I guess I could help you with that,” before Hermione closed the gap and kissed him sensually, softly, adding her tongue quickly, but not overpowering the kiss. Moving her hands down his arms, she reached around to grab his butt, and she loved how firm it was. Harry groaned into her mouth when he did this, and she giggled a little. Moving one of her hands back around, she grabbed his hard cock, pulling back a little more, squatting down as she started stroking him.

“I was thinking I’d practice a bit more, is that okay?” She asked with a devilish smile.

Not able to use words at this moment, Harry just nodded.

“Well, if you don’t mind, could you shampoo my hair while I do this? You know, killing two birds with one stone and all that.”

With another noiseless nod, Harry poured some shampoo in his hands and brought them down to her scalp, starting to rub it in when Hermione did the unexpected and leaned her head forward to wrap her warm, wet lips around his erection. Harry gave a little cry and held on tighter to her hair, unconsciously rubbing the shampoo in as Hermione suckled on his cock, stroking it while she focused on the top half. Harry, unaware of his actions, started thrusting into her mouth gently, urging her to move her mouth a little more. Letting him do what felt good, she moved both her hands to grip his thighs and moved her mouth up and down on his cock, taking more and more each time she moved forward. Harry moaned in pleasure at this, and when Hermione looked up at his face, she smiled, not with her mouth, but with her eyes, as she saw the look of utter ecstasy on his features.

As Harry’s thrusts got a little more insistent, Hermione used her tongue to swirl over his head while her lips continued to move up and down his shaft. Moving her right hand down, she used it to start pleasuring herself by rubbing her clit quickly. Now she knew what those authors where talking about when they said “one can get pleasure from giving pleasure”. She’d never been more turned on in her entire life as she was right now. Finding that what she was doing wasn’t enough, she shoved two fingers inside of her, making her moan onto Harry’s cock.

Harry gasped as he felt the vibrations on his cock and looked down to see what happened and was shocked to see Hermione’s hand between her legs. Grabbing her head more firmly, he started fucking her mouth a little harder, knowing he was close—oh so close—to coming.

With only a few more sucks from Hermione, he did, stilling his thrusts as his cock swelled and began to unload his sticky semen into her mouth.

Hermione felt it fill her mouth, running down her throat as she kept working him, feeling overly naughty at this sexual act, and swallowing his cum. Upon second inspection, she noticed that she liked the taste a little more than she did 10 minutes ago. By the time he had finished coming, she was very close herself, and she kept her mouth attached to his spent cock, even after she finished swallowing. As it hadn’t gone flaccid yet, she kept sucking on it, making Harry’s sensitive nerves almost painfully aware that she was still attached to him.

“Ohhh, God….Hermione,” He moaned in protest.

Hearing her name spoken so wantonly from Harry’s lips spurred her over the edge. She immediately took her mouth off of his cock and collapsed onto her back, her legs bent in the air as her climax overtook her. With an extremely loud moan, her pussy started contracting, and she threw her head back and shut her eyes with the pleasure, her hips thrusting uncontrollably, as her body felt like it was on fire. When the wave of her orgasm passed, she removed her fingers from herself and let her feet rest on the cold, wet tile. Raising her head, she expected to see Harry standing over her, but instead found him crouched in front of her, his wide eyes focused on the spot in between her legs.

Once again in the spotlight of his stare, she blushed, placing a closed hand over her flushed pussy lips and closing her legs to hide herself.

“Don’t do that,” Harry said softly, over the sound of the shower. He reached out and spread her legs again, removing her hand. “That was so beautiful,” he remarked. “I’d never seen a woman do that before.”

Blushing even harder now, Hermione wanted to protest, but couldn’t. His praise was just too sweet. However, she did begin to protest when he lowered his head between her legs, planting a light kiss right above her clit, then sticking out his tongue and running it over her pussy. Her protest turned to a shout of pleasure as she felt a tongue touch her for the first time. Pulling back up a little, Harry smiled at her.

“Don’t worry, I wont do any more right now if you don’t want.”

“Well, I do,” Hermione said, “but,” she had to grab his head when it started moving back down. “You really don’t have to. I just had a wonderful orgasm, and so did you, and I’m good for right now.”

Harry smiled at her control. If he was her, he knew he wouldn’t have wanted to stop.

“Okay,” he said instead, lifting her up carefully. Giving him a big smile, they helped each other get cleaned off and ready for the day.

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TBC