A Very Pleasant Christmas Present
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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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8,605
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4
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A Very Pleasant Christmas Present
Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley lay in their beds in their room at Grimmauld Place on Christmas Eve when Hermione gave an audible sigh.
Ginny propped herself up on a delicate elbow to peer at Hermione, “What’s wrong?”
“I was just thinking about Viktor and last Christmas. It was such a disaster and it’s been a whole year since I’ve even been kissed by anyone!” Hermione said exasperatedly.
Ginny knew well what her dear friend, Hermione, was talking about. Last year, Hermione had given Viktor her virginity as a Christmas present. She had told Ginny how horrible it had been, and how painful. Viktor hadn’t been sympathetic towards her needs at all. Ginny felt sorry for the poor girl, she had no idea the pleasures sex could bring.
She could also understand Hermione’s feelings of frustration. After all, Hermione was a beautiful woman of sixteen. Hermione had rich, deep brown eyes that sparked with intelligence and pride. Her hair was a chestnut with honey-blonde highlights that fell into long curls down her back. She had pretty, diminutive features set in a sweetheart face. Yes, Hermione was a very attractive woman. A fact that seemed to go unnoticed by the male population of Hogwarts due to her reputation as a bookworm, but Ginny noticed.
She decided there was only one thing that she could do, and that was to give Hermione a very early and unexpected Christmas gift. Ginny got out of her bed and sat down next to Hermione.
“Hermione,” she began tentatively, “have you ever thought about kissing a…girl?”
Hermione bolted up in bed and looked at Ginny. Did she know? Did she know how attractive Hermione found her to be?
“Um…” she was blushing profusely, “yes.”
Ginny was encouraged by this, and decided to be a bit more forward, “I think you are gorgeous, Hermione, and I was wondering if I could…kiss you?”
The thought of kissing Ginny sent butterflies into her stomach. Her mouth felt dry and she subconsciously licked her lower lip with her small, pink tongue.
“I would like that,” Hermione managed to get out, nearly breathlessly.
Ginny leaned slightly over, resting her hand on Hermione’s shoulder; she wanted it to be really special. She started by giving the beauty a chaste kiss on the lips. Thrilled that Hermione didn’t pull away, she increased the intensity of the kiss, forcing apart the sweet sun-kissed raspberry lips with her own. She slowly slide her tongue across Hermione’s lower lip, tracing it thoroughly before dipping into her mouth, catching her tongue in a dance of war. She could hear Hermione’s breath catching with her own as she felt Hermione submitted to her.
Given confidence, Ginny let her right hand, which had been resting on Hermione’s shoulder trail lightly down her arm, causing a shudder to course through Hermione’s body. Tentatively, Hermione brought her own hand up to twine into Ginny’s sunset red hair and pulled her closer to deepen the kiss, allowing her own tongue to dip into Ginny’s parted cherry lips, fully exploring and tasting her mouth while she let her other hand come to rest on Ginny’s bared thigh as her nightgown had wrapped itself around her waist.
Ginny brought a cautious hand up to graze the underside of Hermione’s breast. Hermione gave a soft moan and encouraged the other girl to continue. Ginny allowed her thumb to brush over Hermione’s already erect nipple, eliciting a groan. Ginny released Hermione’s mouth and began tracing kissing mixed with her tongue softly flicking along her neck, along her collarbone. She pushed away the offending fabric of the nightgown allowing her more access and she captured one of the erect nipples with her mouth, softly biting it, before suckling on it. Her other hand on the other breast, rubbing her thumb back and forth, and ever so slightly pinching the nipple.
Hermione tried to take off Ginny’s own nightgown, but the girl stopped her. This was about Hermione, about her pleasure. Ginny’s could wait. She laid Hermione back on the bed before continuing her seduction. She amply gave attention to each breast, slowly kissing, licking, and suckling. She flicked her tongue over the taunt nipples, exploring them thoroughly. As she continued, she pulled Hermione’s nightgown up to her waist, allowing her access to trace her hands along the smooth, creamy thighs, teasing the most sensitive areas. She loved how Hermione moaned and whimpered.
She hooked one of her own delicate fingers into the waistband of her knickers. She could feel the heat radiating from the girl. Slowly, she pulled them down, taking them off completely. She looked at Hermione, so beautiful, her lips bruised and swollen from her kisses, her eyes half-lidded and filled with lust and desire. Yes, a beautiful sight indeed.
Ginny positioned herself between Hermione’s parted thighs, licking and nipping the perfect thighs as she lazily allowed a finger to rub the heat source, making sure not to touch the nub that she knew would give Hermione such pleasure. She could hear Hermione’s whimpers and feel the wriggling as Hermione tried to relieve herself. Ginny allowed this continue for a few more moments before giving into Hermione’s begging. She placed her finger on the pleasure source, eliciting a gasp from Hermione’s lips. She slowly began rubbing it in a circular motion. As the nub began to swell, Ginny increased the pressure and dipped her perfect tongue into Hermione, tasting her sweetness. In and out, she flicked her tongue as Hermione ground her hips into Ginny’s face. As Hermione was nearing the breaking point, Ginny slowed down, prolonging the agony. She thrust one finger into the tight hole that was Hermione’s. Slowly, pulling in and out, her mouth had moved to the nub and she gently began alternatively sucking on it and flicking her tongue against it. In and out, her finger moved, increasing with speed. Gently, she added another finger and Hermione arched and wriggled against her. She was so tight; Ginny wouldn’t be able to add another finger until the girl had been sufficiently stretched further.
Giving into her own needs, wanting to taste Hermione’s juices, Ginny thrust her fingers in and out harder, increasing the pressure of her tongue on the nub. She could feel Hermione’s tightness clamping down on her fingers and with a final thrust, Hermione moaned, her body trembling with the full blast of her first orgasm.
Ginny lowered her mouth, lapping the flowing liquid, the honey sweetness, cleaning Hermione thoroughly before laying up on the bed against her and giving her a deep kiss.
“Tomorrow night, Hermione, it’s going to be better. I have an even better present for you,” Ginny promised as the girls fell asleep in each other’s arms, both satisfied.
Ginny propped herself up on a delicate elbow to peer at Hermione, “What’s wrong?”
“I was just thinking about Viktor and last Christmas. It was such a disaster and it’s been a whole year since I’ve even been kissed by anyone!” Hermione said exasperatedly.
Ginny knew well what her dear friend, Hermione, was talking about. Last year, Hermione had given Viktor her virginity as a Christmas present. She had told Ginny how horrible it had been, and how painful. Viktor hadn’t been sympathetic towards her needs at all. Ginny felt sorry for the poor girl, she had no idea the pleasures sex could bring.
She could also understand Hermione’s feelings of frustration. After all, Hermione was a beautiful woman of sixteen. Hermione had rich, deep brown eyes that sparked with intelligence and pride. Her hair was a chestnut with honey-blonde highlights that fell into long curls down her back. She had pretty, diminutive features set in a sweetheart face. Yes, Hermione was a very attractive woman. A fact that seemed to go unnoticed by the male population of Hogwarts due to her reputation as a bookworm, but Ginny noticed.
She decided there was only one thing that she could do, and that was to give Hermione a very early and unexpected Christmas gift. Ginny got out of her bed and sat down next to Hermione.
“Hermione,” she began tentatively, “have you ever thought about kissing a…girl?”
Hermione bolted up in bed and looked at Ginny. Did she know? Did she know how attractive Hermione found her to be?
“Um…” she was blushing profusely, “yes.”
Ginny was encouraged by this, and decided to be a bit more forward, “I think you are gorgeous, Hermione, and I was wondering if I could…kiss you?”
The thought of kissing Ginny sent butterflies into her stomach. Her mouth felt dry and she subconsciously licked her lower lip with her small, pink tongue.
“I would like that,” Hermione managed to get out, nearly breathlessly.
Ginny leaned slightly over, resting her hand on Hermione’s shoulder; she wanted it to be really special. She started by giving the beauty a chaste kiss on the lips. Thrilled that Hermione didn’t pull away, she increased the intensity of the kiss, forcing apart the sweet sun-kissed raspberry lips with her own. She slowly slide her tongue across Hermione’s lower lip, tracing it thoroughly before dipping into her mouth, catching her tongue in a dance of war. She could hear Hermione’s breath catching with her own as she felt Hermione submitted to her.
Given confidence, Ginny let her right hand, which had been resting on Hermione’s shoulder trail lightly down her arm, causing a shudder to course through Hermione’s body. Tentatively, Hermione brought her own hand up to twine into Ginny’s sunset red hair and pulled her closer to deepen the kiss, allowing her own tongue to dip into Ginny’s parted cherry lips, fully exploring and tasting her mouth while she let her other hand come to rest on Ginny’s bared thigh as her nightgown had wrapped itself around her waist.
Ginny brought a cautious hand up to graze the underside of Hermione’s breast. Hermione gave a soft moan and encouraged the other girl to continue. Ginny allowed her thumb to brush over Hermione’s already erect nipple, eliciting a groan. Ginny released Hermione’s mouth and began tracing kissing mixed with her tongue softly flicking along her neck, along her collarbone. She pushed away the offending fabric of the nightgown allowing her more access and she captured one of the erect nipples with her mouth, softly biting it, before suckling on it. Her other hand on the other breast, rubbing her thumb back and forth, and ever so slightly pinching the nipple.
Hermione tried to take off Ginny’s own nightgown, but the girl stopped her. This was about Hermione, about her pleasure. Ginny’s could wait. She laid Hermione back on the bed before continuing her seduction. She amply gave attention to each breast, slowly kissing, licking, and suckling. She flicked her tongue over the taunt nipples, exploring them thoroughly. As she continued, she pulled Hermione’s nightgown up to her waist, allowing her access to trace her hands along the smooth, creamy thighs, teasing the most sensitive areas. She loved how Hermione moaned and whimpered.
She hooked one of her own delicate fingers into the waistband of her knickers. She could feel the heat radiating from the girl. Slowly, she pulled them down, taking them off completely. She looked at Hermione, so beautiful, her lips bruised and swollen from her kisses, her eyes half-lidded and filled with lust and desire. Yes, a beautiful sight indeed.
Ginny positioned herself between Hermione’s parted thighs, licking and nipping the perfect thighs as she lazily allowed a finger to rub the heat source, making sure not to touch the nub that she knew would give Hermione such pleasure. She could hear Hermione’s whimpers and feel the wriggling as Hermione tried to relieve herself. Ginny allowed this continue for a few more moments before giving into Hermione’s begging. She placed her finger on the pleasure source, eliciting a gasp from Hermione’s lips. She slowly began rubbing it in a circular motion. As the nub began to swell, Ginny increased the pressure and dipped her perfect tongue into Hermione, tasting her sweetness. In and out, she flicked her tongue as Hermione ground her hips into Ginny’s face. As Hermione was nearing the breaking point, Ginny slowed down, prolonging the agony. She thrust one finger into the tight hole that was Hermione’s. Slowly, pulling in and out, her mouth had moved to the nub and she gently began alternatively sucking on it and flicking her tongue against it. In and out, her finger moved, increasing with speed. Gently, she added another finger and Hermione arched and wriggled against her. She was so tight; Ginny wouldn’t be able to add another finger until the girl had been sufficiently stretched further.
Giving into her own needs, wanting to taste Hermione’s juices, Ginny thrust her fingers in and out harder, increasing the pressure of her tongue on the nub. She could feel Hermione’s tightness clamping down on her fingers and with a final thrust, Hermione moaned, her body trembling with the full blast of her first orgasm.
Ginny lowered her mouth, lapping the flowing liquid, the honey sweetness, cleaning Hermione thoroughly before laying up on the bed against her and giving her a deep kiss.
“Tomorrow night, Hermione, it’s going to be better. I have an even better present for you,” Ginny promised as the girls fell asleep in each other’s arms, both satisfied.