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What's Good for the Gander . . .
Chapter 8 ~ What's Good for the Gander . . .
"I would like to—clean up, first," Snape said as he blinked down at her still exposed breasts.. They were lovely to look at and to touch. So soft—and full—
Hermione smirked at him. He might not be experienced, but he definitely appeared to be a boob man. He just stared at them. Hermione breathed in so they ballooned a little, Snape's eyes widening.
"Go ahead," she said stepping back from him. Snape started, not realizing she had even answered him until she backed away.
Snape's eyes shifted from her face to her breasts to her face again. He looked as if he were going to say something, then thought better of it. He hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Hermione shook her head. She never thought she'd use the term adorable in the same sentence as Severus Snape. He didn't look adorable, but it was the way he was acting. Still, he'd been able to act, and that was what mattered.
And, he followed instructions well.
"Well, let's just move this along," Hermione said, pushing her night gown over her hips, down her legs and stepping out of it. She grabbed Snape's discarded housecoat off the bed and put it on the dresser with her gown. Completely naked, she climbed into the bed, moved the pillows and sat up against the headboard.
Snape exited the bathroom and froze as he saw Hermione sitting there, naked, with her knees drawn up. She was in profile so all he could see was her curvy outline. She smiled at him.
"I thought I'd move this along," she said to him.
"I see," came the thick reply. The nervous look was in his eyes again.
"I think you need to acquaint yourself with my—ah—intimate parts before we engage any further, Severus," she said softly. Her bed was against the far wall, and she shifted her body over so she rested with her back where the headboard and wall met. Then she pulled up her knees and spread her legs so Snape could clearly see her sex. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a pretty little brown heart.
Snape's nostrils flared. He had never seen a living pussy up close. His sad encounters were by feel and fumble. Hermione caressed her lower lips gently, Snape's eyes locked to her fingers.
"I can show you how to get a woman off in another way," she said to him. "I'd like to come."
Snape looked at Hermione resting in the corner of the bed, looking so wanton and felt another pulse. What? So soon?
"I'd like to make you—come," he said to her softly.
"So come over here and take a closer look," Hermione said, slapping her twat.
Snape blinked, then moved toward the bed. He stopped and looked down at his pajamas.
"You can keep them on for now, if it makes you more comfortable," Hermione told him.
Snape climbed into the bed, and shifted toward Hermione on his knees. She was petting her pussy. She didn't touch the moist center. She was saving that for him.
Snape stared down at her pussy.
"Your pubic hair. It's cut in the shape of a heart," he said in a low voice.
"Yes," she replied as she petted herself, shifting slightly. "Want to touch it?"
"Yes."
Snape stretched out his pale fingers and gently combed through the little heart.
"Oh—my—Merlin!" Hermione hissed at the contact, her pelvis whirling as Snape looked on, fascinated, his fingers still resting against her public hair.
Her eyes rolled up into her head, and the scent of female arousal just shot out of her.
Snape blinked as Hermione came.
Apparently, he wasn't the only one with a hair trigger.
"Oh, oh my gods," Hermione breathed. "Damn."
"Are you all right?" Snape asked her, but his eyes were resting on her now glistening pussy.
"More than fine. That didn't take much did it. But just the idea of you touching me like that was enough to bring me to the edge. Having you do it—was too hot for words," she told him.
She looked at Snape's point of focus, then gently guided his hand into her wetness, coating his fingers. Snape watched as she pulled his hand toward her mouth.
He expelled a sharp breath as she sucked her own juices off his fingertips naughtily.
"You're—you're a nasty little witch, aren't you?" he asked her.
"It's a matter of perspective," she replied, climbing toward him and kissing his mouth so he could taste her. Snape pulled back, frowning at first, then he licked his lips thoughtfully. His eyes went hot.
"You said something about bringing a witch to orgasm by mouth," he said softly. "I'd like to learn how—"
Hermione hurriedly returned to the corner, spreading her legs.
"Class is in session," she said with a little growl.
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A/N: Another nugget. Thanks for reading.
"I would like to—clean up, first," Snape said as he blinked down at her still exposed breasts.. They were lovely to look at and to touch. So soft—and full—
Hermione smirked at him. He might not be experienced, but he definitely appeared to be a boob man. He just stared at them. Hermione breathed in so they ballooned a little, Snape's eyes widening.
"Go ahead," she said stepping back from him. Snape started, not realizing she had even answered him until she backed away.
Snape's eyes shifted from her face to her breasts to her face again. He looked as if he were going to say something, then thought better of it. He hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Hermione shook her head. She never thought she'd use the term adorable in the same sentence as Severus Snape. He didn't look adorable, but it was the way he was acting. Still, he'd been able to act, and that was what mattered.
And, he followed instructions well.
"Well, let's just move this along," Hermione said, pushing her night gown over her hips, down her legs and stepping out of it. She grabbed Snape's discarded housecoat off the bed and put it on the dresser with her gown. Completely naked, she climbed into the bed, moved the pillows and sat up against the headboard.
Snape exited the bathroom and froze as he saw Hermione sitting there, naked, with her knees drawn up. She was in profile so all he could see was her curvy outline. She smiled at him.
"I thought I'd move this along," she said to him.
"I see," came the thick reply. The nervous look was in his eyes again.
"I think you need to acquaint yourself with my—ah—intimate parts before we engage any further, Severus," she said softly. Her bed was against the far wall, and she shifted her body over so she rested with her back where the headboard and wall met. Then she pulled up her knees and spread her legs so Snape could clearly see her sex. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a pretty little brown heart.
Snape's nostrils flared. He had never seen a living pussy up close. His sad encounters were by feel and fumble. Hermione caressed her lower lips gently, Snape's eyes locked to her fingers.
"I can show you how to get a woman off in another way," she said to him. "I'd like to come."
Snape looked at Hermione resting in the corner of the bed, looking so wanton and felt another pulse. What? So soon?
"I'd like to make you—come," he said to her softly.
"So come over here and take a closer look," Hermione said, slapping her twat.
Snape blinked, then moved toward the bed. He stopped and looked down at his pajamas.
"You can keep them on for now, if it makes you more comfortable," Hermione told him.
Snape climbed into the bed, and shifted toward Hermione on his knees. She was petting her pussy. She didn't touch the moist center. She was saving that for him.
Snape stared down at her pussy.
"Your pubic hair. It's cut in the shape of a heart," he said in a low voice.
"Yes," she replied as she petted herself, shifting slightly. "Want to touch it?"
"Yes."
Snape stretched out his pale fingers and gently combed through the little heart.
"Oh—my—Merlin!" Hermione hissed at the contact, her pelvis whirling as Snape looked on, fascinated, his fingers still resting against her public hair.
Her eyes rolled up into her head, and the scent of female arousal just shot out of her.
Snape blinked as Hermione came.
Apparently, he wasn't the only one with a hair trigger.
"Oh, oh my gods," Hermione breathed. "Damn."
"Are you all right?" Snape asked her, but his eyes were resting on her now glistening pussy.
"More than fine. That didn't take much did it. But just the idea of you touching me like that was enough to bring me to the edge. Having you do it—was too hot for words," she told him.
She looked at Snape's point of focus, then gently guided his hand into her wetness, coating his fingers. Snape watched as she pulled his hand toward her mouth.
He expelled a sharp breath as she sucked her own juices off his fingertips naughtily.
"You're—you're a nasty little witch, aren't you?" he asked her.
"It's a matter of perspective," she replied, climbing toward him and kissing his mouth so he could taste her. Snape pulled back, frowning at first, then he licked his lips thoughtfully. His eyes went hot.
"You said something about bringing a witch to orgasm by mouth," he said softly. "I'd like to learn how—"
Hermione hurriedly returned to the corner, spreading her legs.
"Class is in session," she said with a little growl.
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A/N: Another nugget. Thanks for reading.