Harry and Ginny Confess!
Harry and Ginny Confess!
Harry and Ginny walked into the hotel room together. After lighting the lamp on the bedside table, Harry kicked off his shiny dress shoes and collapsed backwards onto the bed. He was glad he only had the one glass of wine. Otherwise, the sight of Ginny in her black, form-fitting dress might be blurry to him.
Ron and Hermione’s wedding was everything he figured it would be. There was lots of drinking, lots of dancing, lots of laughter from the Weasleys. The only somber moment was when Ron lit the candle in memory of his brother, Fred.
Harry danced with Ginny every chance he could. They were thankful the reception hall was dimly illuminated. If it wasn’t, the guests might have witnessed their full-mouth kisses and the several instances Harry grabbed Ginny’s back end while they were swaying. During a break from the festivities, Harry sat with Ginny at their table and ran his hand up her thigh. She guided his fingers past the cut in her dress and let him feel how soaked her panties were. Harry from that point wished greatly for the wedding to end and for the rest of the night to commence.
Ginny took off her shoes and pushed the shoulder straps of her dress down past her bare breasts. She teased the material all the way down her legs, revealing her black thong underwear. Harry rubbed his crotch as Ginny bent over and untangled the dress from her ankles.
Ginny turned and saw Harry looking at her. She smiled as she removed her underwear.
“What are you looking at?” She asked mockingly.
Harry unfastened his belt. He was very thirsty for her touch, her taste.
“Come over here and lie down.” He instructed.
Ginny did not stop smiling as she sat on the bed and lay on her back. Harry bent over her and kissed her stomach. When Ginny ran her fingers through his hair, he pushed his mouth down past her navel. On a whim, he wrapped his hand underneath Ginny’s ass and felt the crevice of her asshole. He longingly looked at her.
“Ginny, I know we’ve never done it before, but tonight can I give it to you up here?” He asked while pressing his fingers against her anus.
Ginny nodded. “Sure, Harry.” Harry was immensely relieved at her answer, but Ginny hadn’t finished speaking. “I should have some lubricant in my purse if you want to fetch it.”
Harry looked at her curiously. “Why would you have that?” He asked.
“It’s left over from when Dean and I dated. Don’t worry, it should still be good.”
Harry stood up and glared accusingly at Ginny. He couldn’t believe what he just heard.
“Hang on. You took it up the ass from Dean?” Harry tried to keep his voice level. Ginny stared back at him as she sat up.
“What’s the big deal? It was when we were together.” Ginny raised an eyebrow. “What did you think went on while we were going out?”
Harry looked away and took a deep breath. He wasn’t a fool; he knew the two probably had a lot of erotic episodes together. But still, the idea of Dean ramming his cock into her ass did not sit well with Harry. Ginny held his hand.
“What, you mean to tell me you don’t have any naughty secrets in your past?” Ginny inquired.
Harry felt the blood rush into his cheeks and hoped Ginny didn’t observe his guilty expression. His hope was squashed when he heard Ginny laugh.
“I knew it!” Ginny released Harry’s hand and sat cross-legged on the bed. Harry saw something wild and sinful flicker in her eyes.
“Okay, Harry, confess! I told you about Dean, now you tell me about you!” She demanded playfully.
Harry rubbed his neck in discomfort. His moment had come, but did he really want Ginny to hear about his prior perversions? He loved Ginny, and didn’t want to damage their relationship. Still, it would be an incredible testament of her feelings for him if she was able to endure his confessions. He took a deep, resigned breath.
“Okay, Ginny. I’ll tell you, but try not to hold it against me. It was a while ago, and sometimes when situations feel right, it’s hard not to go with them.”
Ginny again took Harry’s hand. “Of course, Harry.”