Sticks & Stones

“Have you ever slept with a girl before now?” Susan asked.

“N-no,” Hannah stammered, blushing slightly and ducking her head. “I’ve never even k-kissed a girl.”

“Oh, you’ll like it so much better than boys,” Susan insisted, scooting closer on the bed. “It doesn’t get so… complicated.” Susan was bluffing, of course—she had never so much as kissed another girl, either. But she was determined, and hurt and horny and loaded down with self-doubt, all at once. It was time for drastic measures.

She leaned over and kissed Hannah full on the lips. Hannah was surprised, but accepted the kiss with a bashful willingness. Her lips were far softer than any Susan had felt before, except possibly her own. Despite her inexperience Susan felt a rush of arousal, and cheered herself: this is going to work!

It had been a week since Neville had gotten his memories restored and returned to the D.A.—a week since he’d spurned Susan, and for that Slytherin trollop Pansy Parkinson, no less. Susan had been hurt, and spent a lot of time angry and moping, before deciding it was time to stop letting such a betrayal keep her down any longer—she would find someone else, who was going to be with her for real instead of tiptoeing around it like bloody Neville had.

So what if Hannah was a girl? She was Susan’s best friend, and Susan didn’t think anyone could be better suited for starting up a relationship with. Hannah was sweet and thoughtful and they’d always gotten along brilliantly. The fact that they’d missed each other so much when Hannah had been forced to go to Canada by her father was just proof of how much Hannah cared for her.

Learning the sexual side of being with another girl wouldn’t be too difficult. Susan was a girl herself, after all, and knew what she liked—it couldn’t be very different for Hannah. It would certainly be easier than learning to please a boy, although boy were so simple it was almost pitiable—so long as that thing of theirs ended up inside her body somewhere, they were satisfied.

Well, she was determined to do well with Hannah, and put everything she had into the kiss; to her delight, Hannah definitely seemed to enjoy it, parting her lips readily. When their tongues touched Susan felt a shock, and her arousal jumped another notch. Who knew I would be so attracted to my best girlfriend? she wondered.

When they broke apart after a full, agonizing minute, Hannah seemed embarrassed. “That—that was very nice,” she murmured.

“You liked it?” Susan asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Hannah whispered. “Um, do you want to—?”

Hannah didn’t finish her question, but Susan, more driven than she would have believed, leaned over and touched her lips to Hannah’s neck. “We could—we could take our shirts off,” she suggested softly into Hannah’s ear, the skin of her face hot.

“All right,” Hannah said. “You first.”

“What? Why not you?”

Hannah smiled shyly. “How about at the same time?”

Susan’s throat felt dry. “Okay.”

She tried to take her time, but she was wearing a simple shirt with no buttons; it slipped over her head and that was that. Fortunately for her Hannah was wearing something similar and they ended up topless at the same time. With one significant difference: “You—I thought you weren’t wearing a bra either!” Hannah squeaked, covering her large, full breasts with her arms.

“I thought you were wearing one!”

“Take yours off, that’s not fair!”

“Oh, all right,” Susan said reluctantly, reaching for the clasp. “I don’t see what the big deal is, I’ve seen them before, and you’ve seen mine.”

“Yes, but… this is different,” Hannah said faintly.

Well, that was true. This was the first time they might be doing more than looking and giggling while comparing sizes. Certain she was blushing violently, Susan pulled her bra off and looked up through her lashes. Hannah was staring as if she’d never seen bare breasts before. Wanting to move away from the awkwardness and back to the more sensual aspects they were exploring, Susan moved even closer to Hannah. “Can I…?” she started, but found herself too embarrassed to ask.

“Yes,” Hannah said, the fair skin of her face and neck beet red. “You can touch them.”

Did her own breasts feel so soft, so full and satisfying? Hannah was bigger than Susan, but not by much. After cupping the mound of Hannah’s right breast in her palm, Susan didn’t know what to do. Desperately, she brushed her thumb over the red, erect nipple, and was startled when Hannah gave a sort of strangled whinge. “I’m sorry!” she exclaimed, pulling her hand away like it was scalded.

“No, no!” Hannah replied, her eyes looking slightly clouded. “I—I really like that, when my nipples are, um, aroused.”

“Oh!” With a shy grin, Susan reached back to Hannah’s chest and took the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She rolled it lightly, and Hannah moaned, leaning forward. “You really do like that, don’t you?” Susan said teasingly.

“Yes,” said Hannah breathily. “Almost as much as… you know.”

Susan did know, and she blushed again. “Well, will you let me do more?” she asked. Hannah nodded immediately, which was encouraging. “Lie down, then.”

Looking wary, Hannah lay back on the bed with her head propped on a pillow. Susan arranged herself lying beside Hannah, and before she could lose her nerve she leaned over and tentatively licked Hannah’s nipple. “Oh!” Hannah gasped, arching her back so her breasts pressed up toward Susan’s mouth. Susan lost her inhibitions and encircled the nipple with her lips, sucking lightly and flicking her tongue on the hard point. Her hand found Hannah’s other breast and worked it gently.

Hannah’s reaction was strong, to say the least—she grabbed two handfuls of Susan’s hair and pulled Susan’s mouth harder against her breast. Susan increased her suction and Hannah practically shrieked. My goodness, Susan thought amazedly, my nipples aren’t anywhere near this sensitive! How can she stand to wear bras? Susan shifted over so she was straddling Hannah’s thighs. She took Hannah’s breasts, one in each hand, and began to alternate her tongue and mouth back and forth. She squeezed and tweaked the lovely mounds, first lightly but eventually increasing the pressure. Hannah’s gasps and moans continued to build until Susan thought to bite down lightly on her left nipple—Hannah arched her entire body and howled, clutching Susan’s hair so tightly it almost tore out.

When Hannah finally collapsed, panting and whimpering, Susan sat up. “You came already?” she asked in shock. “That—I haven’t even gone near your—um, you know.”

“Yes,” Hannah said, smiling dreamily. “I’ve never had anyone pay so much attention to my breasts, Susan. And it’s been a long while since I did… anything like this. Oh, that felt absolutely wonderful!”

“I’m so glad,” Susan said, shifting off of Hannah—the press of Hannah’s thighs between her legs was unbelievably frustrating. “I was worried you might be too—nervous to enjoy it very much.”

“I was, at first,” Hannah admitted shyly. “But you’re my friend and I trust you, so I just let that go. And I’m so glad I did!”

Susan ducked her head, feeling confused and a bit ashamed. Hannah trusted her—but Susan wasn’t completely sure about her own intentions. Was she longing for Hannah as a lover, or as a replacement? “Um…”

Hannah sat up quickly and got on her knees. She took Susan’s face in her hands and kissed her passionately. Susan felt another surge of arousal. Well, even if I’m not really certain about this, I should be able to fake it well…

Hannah grasped Susan’s shoulders and with surprising strength spun her around so that Susan fell onto her back, bouncing slightly on the mattress. “Your breasts bounce when you do that,” Hannah giggled, straddling Susan’s legs the same way that Susan had hers.

“Yes, they would, wouldn’t they?” Susan retorted, trying to hide her embarrassment with sarcasm. She sucked in a breath when Hannah’s hands seized her breasts and squeezed gently. It felt nice, and when Hannah’s thumbs brushed over her nipples it felt even better. “That’s… good,” she managed to get out, her voice carrying a hint of a moan.

“I certainly thought so,” Hannah replied with a smirk. “And this is even better.”

Susan couldn’t help but duplicate the arch in her back that Hannah had made when Hannah’s mouth found her nipple. An ache that had been building in her for weeks roared to life and she responded vehemently to Hannah’s attentions. She clutched reflexively at the sheets and whimpered when Hannah’s tongue traced across the cleft between her breasts en route to the other nipple. “Oh—Hannah!” she gasped, and felt Hannah’s lips curl into a smile against her skin.

Soon, though, Susan’s frustration overwhelmed her pleasure. “Hannah—please,” she begged.

Susan whined when Hannah leaned back, looking confused and a bit hurt. “What’s wrong?” she asked, biting her lip in a very distracting way. “Is it not—not good?”

“No, it feels very nice,” Susan assured her. “But I just can’t—My nipples aren’t as sensitive as yours are. I can’t—I can’t get there that way.”

“Oh,” Hannah said. She glanced down to where here legs were splayed to either side of Susan, and she went red again. “Well then,” she said airily, trying to sound casual, and began to undo Susan’s jeans.

“Um, you don’t have to,” Susan stammered, although she made no effort to stop Hannah as she tugged the jeans around Susan’s hips.

“I know,” said Hannah almost inaudibly. “I want to. Besides,” she added in a more normal voice, “this probably won’t work very well—you know… doing this more—if we can’t even look at each other.”

“That’s true,” Susan agreed, ignoring the little voice in her head chastising her for not deciding if she really wanted to do this more with Hannah, or if she was fooling herself.

Hannah’s courage seemed to falter when Susan’s jeans were off. Susan found herself worrying that Hannah found her legs unattractive. Hannah had beautiful legs, long, slim and surprisingly athletic. Susan’s legs were short, stocky and pudgy, and what was worse, they were topped with a pair of suggestive lacy red knickers; Susan had worn them intentionally, hoping that Hannah would be seeing them, but now she was mortified and she wouldn’t have blamed Hannah for stopping their evening right then.

Instead, Hannah stretched out on the bed beside Susan so her breasts pressed against Susan’s side. “Can I kiss you again?” she asked, her nervous eyes only a few inches from Susan’s. “I think I need a little more assurance.”

Susan nodded and Hannah leaned in, pressing their lips together again. It was a slower, less hurried kiss; Hannah brought her hand up to brush Susan’s cheek, but quickly trailed it down until it was caressing her breasts again. She drew the kiss out, and Susan felt that Hannah was rebuilding her confidence; she found she was right when Hannah’s hand trailed down Susan’s cleavage, over her torso and the slight round of her belly until it traced the lacy edge of Susan’s knickers. Her fingers glided over the fabric that covered Susan’s small triangle of pubic hair: Susan tensed, and gasped into Hannah’s mouth when Hannah’s fingers curled and pressed briefly against Susan’s clit before moving down and stroking across her labia.

“You’ve soaked your knickers,” Hannah teased as her middle finger slowly tormented Susan’s cunt.

“Of—course I have!” Susan whined piteously. The material of her knickers was silk, and had felt smooth and cool when Susan had pulled them on, but now they were moist from her arousal and she only acknowledged them as the final barrier between Hannah’s soft, un-callused fingertips and her own aching clitoris. “Please, Hannah,” she pleased, her own fingers clenched around the sheets so tightly her knuckles were white. “I w-want you to—to put one inside!”

Susan felt Hannah’s body tense up. The hand withdrew from atop Susan’s knickers. Susan braced herself as the same hand slipped under the band of her knickers and swept through her hairs. Her mouth opened but no sound emerged—the same slim, slight middle finger was moving unhindered over her clit; Hannah’s index and ring fingers were slowly, delicately spreading open her soaked lips, and then that middle finger was sliding down and curling and OH.

Susan could barely comprehend the next several minutes. She remembered the slow strokes inside her getting faster; she couldn’t help but acknowledge when Hannah worked her index finger inside—and then her ring finger. She remembered thrashing, bucking, screaming, beseeching, and then Hannah’s thumb rubbed hard against her clit and everything went white.

Hannah was lying beside her with her head atop Susan’s arm. Her own jeans ere gone, because Susan could feel the skin of Hannah’s legs and the soft brush of her cotton knickers under the blankets—apparently Hannah had covered them before collapsing at Susan’s side. Hannah’s hand was idly tracing patterns on Susan’s stomach, and Susan suppressed the urge to giggle—she was a little ticklish.

Sensations were swirling around Susan’s head, so it took her a moment to come back to herself. When she did, a horrible thought struck her; I just came. And I’ve been known to—to cry out the name of my partner when I come. Did I just now? And if I did—then did I accidentally say Neville’s name?

Just the fact that she knew it was possible shamed Susan terribly. She wasn’t over Neville—it was foolish to think she was, and cruel to Hannah. Until Susan purged the last of those feelings, she couldn’t be with anyone else, not if she wanted to be fair to them.

But Susan didn’t want to purge her feelings for Neville—she wanted to make him see how wrong he was to even think that Parkinson deserved him! She wanted to go and show him that no matter how creative that slutty Slytherin might be in bed, Susan could be better because he could care about her more!

Maybe—maybe Neville needs more than I’ve been able to give him sexually, she thought sorrowfully. I’m hardly experienced. I wonder… Hannah’s said in the past how attractive she thinks Neville is, and how much she likes him—I wonder if she would be willing to—

Susan closed her eyes, even more ashamed. I can’t believe I’m even considering trying to—to pimp my best friend, even if it is to steal Neville back from that Parkinson bitch, she mourned. I almost hope I did call out Neville’s name so she’ll stop this before it goes further… but no. I don’t want that. It would hurt Hannah, and even if I’m not as serious about her as I am about Neville, I still care about her. I don’t think I could bear it right now if I lost her too.

When Susan turned her head and blinked dazedly at Hannah the other girl smiled brightly. “Merlin, Susan,” she said, her voice full of satisfied fatigue, “do you always come so spectacularly? That was amazing—it was so sexy I’d want to go again if I wasn’t so tired!”

“Well, there’s always the morning, isn’t there?” Susan replied saucily. She was utterly relieved—she couldn’t have mistakenly screamed ‘Neville’ or Hannah would clearly have been angry and said something. She stomped on the feeling of guilt; Hannah was clearly happy, and Susan was sated, at least temporarily—it would do for now.

“There is, and I’ll take you up on that,” Hannah answered, but she yawned halfway through. “Oh, I think it’s bedtime,” she mumbled, tucking her head into the crook of Susan’s neck. “Susan… I’m so glad you told me how you feel,” she said softly. “I’m so happy we’ve done this—thank you.”

Susan swallowed, her eyes sparkling with tears that Hannah couldn’t see. “You’re welcome,” she whispered back, before muttering the charm to dim the lights so they could sleep.