Ginny could see she was wet, and it excited her even more. Hermione’s skin was supple, with firm muscle underneath. Ginny was gone before Hermione remembered to breathe again. “Ginny?” she called again as she spun around. Ginny shuddered as she withdrew her fingers; however her hand stayed where it was and the fingers idly traced random lines. The one down side of ‘School Girl’ was that all of her pubic hair grew back and her freckles always got darker, which annoyed her to no end but was faithful to her appearance back then. It was small and soft, perfect for squeezing. She pushed her fingers in as far as they would go and scissored them as Hermione called her name and thrashed about in the throes of ecstasy. That didn’t work as well as she had hoped though, so she did it the old fashioned way- she banished them. She was about to say something, but words would be inadequate for the release and joy she felt. She was glad it was dark in the room since she was sure she was blushing as she thought about her own behavior. She moaned as her lover’s hips drove forward against her. She attacked the spot: kissing, licking, nibbling, all of it seemed to drive her higher. She re-doubled her efforts until finally
