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That Feeling Like No Other.

Chapter One.

Her hands rake across my skin, goose pimples rising like the Himalayan Mountains everywhere she touches. I'm pushed against the cold, stone wall as she looks upon me with dilated pupils, her breath heavy and hot on my face. Her body is pulled closer to mine and I greet her warmly with a moan, desperate to feel her against my being.

She places her hand flat and firmly against my beating heart, my chest rising and falling rapidly underneath her slender digits; her lips tug upward in a triumphant smile. I will her hand lower by standing on my tip-toes, hoping she will slip to settle on my swollen breast that is screaming to be felt by her magical fingers. My heart fills my chest as if it has tripled in size as both of her hands come to cup my two mounds, her thumbs gently caressing the fabric of my grey school jumper that cover my now taught nipples.

My mouth is hung open, air swirling in and out of the darkened cavern, low groans echoing deep from within it. Her bony knee presses suddenly between my thighs pushing my skirt upward, my centre gushing as I intuitively rock against the smooth skin. She pushes me back into the wall hard, restricting my hips with her long, slim body and ceasing in her administrations. Her arms are straight, her hands flat against the wall, encasing the air around me. Her green eyes bore into mine, as she loosens my school tie with her right hand, my breathing becoming less laboured and my heart calming to an almost normal rhythm again.

The class room is quiet and dark, a completely different place to the usual Transfiguration lesson. Her hands slip slowly to my hips, her knee nudging upward into me. My heart jumps immediately back to life, the spasm catching me by surprise and causing me to groan loudly into her velvet robe. I know she can feel my wetness against her leg, even through my now soaked underwear, but the time for embarrassment has passed. I suckle desperately on her robe where her small breasts lay, nipping through the fabric and nudging the swollen pebble with my nose. I mumble incoherently, too aroused by my Headmistress and her hands to be able to form words anymore. Her cold hand fingers its way underneath the waist of my skirt, pulling at the elastic of my underwear. I find myself on my tiptoes again, wanting her lower, longing to feel her fill me. She plays gently with the curled hair that nestles on my folds, her index and middle fingers paying homage to each side of my sheath. I tingle, another gush flowing from within me. Her eyes flutter as she feels the wetness cover her fingers, her hand hesitating and beginning to shake with the feeling of power she knows she holds over me.

Her thin and angular face comes close to mine, her magical field intense and empowering. She presses her palm against my nub, inserting the tip of her middle finger into me. I thrust my head back into the wall, banging it hard and causing stars to dance before my eyes as darkness clouds over the face of my Headmistress.