Strawberries

Disc.: I of course don’t own any of the characters and JKR would probably shoot me if she read what we make them do. So, please, don’t shoot me. Or anything else, actually. You can review if you like. Flames will cheerfully be used to keep my fire going as it’s February and cold out.

“Ginny? I’m home,” Hermione called, slipping her mules off and cautiously making her way through the flat they shared. She heard running water in the bathroom and entered to find Ginny in her green silk robe. The younger looked up appreciatively and smiled.

“Oh, hello, darling, I was about to take a shower,” Ginny said innocently. Hermione licked her lips.

“Care for some company?” she asked. Ginny thought for a moment, then a devious smile lit her face.

“No,” she replied. “I want to actually shower this time. You’ll just have to watch.”

Hermione was disappointed, but knew to let Ginny have her fun: the results were usually very rewarding. She sat down on the white wicker storage chest they kept the towels in and watched as Ginny spelled the shower so she could leave the curtain open but not get the whole room wet, turned the shower on, removed her towel, and stepped in. Her gaze traveled the length of Ginny’s body. Ginny was shorter, around 5’ 5”, and curvier than Hermione, with large breasts and strong, muscled arms and legs. Her face and upper body had a generous dusting of freckles; her oval face contained large blue eyes and thin lips, and was surrounded by thick, wavy, red hair. Hermione was 5’ 9” and very thin. She had tiny breasts, and was altogether willowy. Her own heart-shaped face was framed by stick-straight brown hair ever since she found the charm to make it such, and held brown orbs and full, pillowy lips.

Ginny shampooed her hair and rinsed, then began to lather her body with strawberry-scented wash. She did so slowly, paying particular attention to her breasts, enjoying Hermione’s stare.

Hermione was completely entranced by the show her love was putting on for her. Her hardened nipples were visible through her thin white tank top. She rubbed them slightly, but as Ginny played with her own breasts some, Hermione found her right hand undoing the button and zipper to her denim miniskirt. She slid her hand into her panties and moaned as she slid her fingers over her swollen clit, her eyes on Ginny the whole time. Ginny was almost done and now turned off the shower and squeezed water from her hair. She stepped out of the shower and put her silk robe on, the thin material clinging to her soaking body.

Hermione jumped up and pulled Ginny close, her mouth fiercely taking the redhead’s. Ginny kissed her back, then playfully pushed her away. Hermione raised an eyebrow, but Ginny just held Hermione’s hands away from her body and kissed her lightly. She led her into their bedroom. The king-size four poster bed was covered in green sheets and Hermione now noticed the nightstand and the bowl not normally placed on it. Ginny had been planning this the whole time!

Ginny swatted Hermione’s hands as the brunette grabbed for her. “None of that now!” she scolded. “No touching me until I say you can.”

Ginny’s robe came open as she crawled up Hermione’s body, removing her tank top as she went, and Hermione barely restrained her own hands from touching the pale beauty above her. Ginny kissed her, then kissed her way down her neck. Hermione clutched at the bed sheets as Ginny’s mouth swiftly took her right breast and her tongue darted over the erect nipple. Hermione moaned, and Ginny stopped.

The younger girl grinned wickedly and took a strawberry from the bowl on the bedside table. Hermione watched in anticipation as Ginny licked the fruit, then kept it in her mouth while she pulled the mini skirt quickly off her lover. Taking the strawberry again in her right hand, she used her left to push the soaking material of Hermione’s black, lace thong to the side, then swirled the strawberry around Hermione’s clit. Ginny loved Hermione’s clit, it was large and when aroused, stuck out of the folds of Hermione’s clean-shaven sex.

Hermione gasped and whimpered as Ginny then drug the fruit down between the lips of her sex, then Ginny sucked the strawberry dry and ate it. She licked her own lips, then placed feather-light kisses over Hermione’s thighs before removing the thong. Hermione squirmed as Ginny rubbed her thumbs around Hermione’s slit and blew on her clit. The teasing was getting to be too much, and as though she sensed it, Ginny now plunged her finger into her lover’s moist center. She slid it in and out slowly as Hermione moaned above her, then without warning shoved a second finger in with the first. As Ginny began to pump faster, she lowered her face to Hermione’s clit and licked agonizingly around it, then finally flicked her tongue over the sensitive nub.

Hermione forgot Ginny’s command and her hands flew to her pleasurer’s head, tangling her fingers in the still damp locks. Ginny removed her hand from Hermione’s slit and licked it, then slid her tongue from Hermione’s clit down between her folds, much as she had done with the strawberry earlier. Hermione pressed Ginny’s head closer to her body, and was rewarded as she felt Ginny’s tongue slip into her. Hermione thrust her hips to force Ginny deeper inside her, and Ginny used the opportunity to grab Hermione’s ass and massage it as Hermione bucked in rhythm with her oral ministrations.

It was soon too much for the brunette. Ginny began rubbing Hermione’s clit again as she tongue-fucked her, and within seconds of this, Hermione’s walls tensed around Ginny’s tongue and then quivered as Hermione reached orgasm. Ginny swallowed what she could of Hermione’s cum and allowed the rest to run onto her hand, which she then sensuously sucked off before she kissed her way back up Hermione’s body to her mouth.

“Well?” she asked as she paused for breath. Hermione grinned in reply.

“Do I get to return the favor?” was Hermione’s only question as she slid the green silk robe off Ginny’s shoulders.