Prompts: Punishment, outdoors, erogenous zones.

Chapter 7.5: And Then The Other

"Oh yeah, how could I forget about you shagging them?" Daphne responded as they continued walking, suddenly turning contemplative.

"I suppose because the first happened only a couple days after I broke up with Blaise and it only happened once," Tracey responded, neglecting to mention that at the end of that encounter, it hadn't been much worth it. Not that Fred Weasley was a horrible lay, just a slightly inconsiderate one. Although, afterwards he had been slightly apologetic, and he didn't suddenly become a jerk to her when they were finished. "And George wasn't as easy as his brother. I think it took me longer to get him to have sex with me, than I spent in shagging him."

"You shagged him for over a week. Maybe you would've shagged for longer if he didn't leave school prematurely."

"Yeah, but I spent four weeks getting him to shag me," Tracey commented. That little fact still pissed her off. However, she knew that George hadn't slept with her so quickly, not because of a lack of interest in her. He was just simply not the kind of boy that wanted a one-night stand, especially not with an underaged girl. However, he had been worth the wait.

Tracey rolled them over, her lips never leaving George's as she did so. Deftly, she straddled one of his legs and lowered herself carefully. She felt her groin tighten at the feel of him stiff underneath her. Without thinking, she adjusted herself so that while she kissed him, she could rub her clit against his hardness.

George moaned beneath her, one of his hands moving to grab her ass and using it for leverage so he could press her tighter over him. That was one thing she noticed was similar between the twins, they both had a thing for her ass, or maybe just girl's asses in general. However, she had noted plenty more differences between them in the last four weeks than she ever imagined existed.

All too suddenly, George sat up, his hands moving to her waist and he pulled his lips away from hers. Panting, he placed his forehead against her shoulder and tried to catch his breath. "Trace, we have to stop."

"Why?"

George groaned as he pulled away enough so that he could look up into her eyes. "Because we've only been seeing each other, unofficially I might add, for four weeks. You're not my girlfriend; you're two years younger than me, and underaged!" he said, in frustration but not unkindly.

Tracey whipped out her best puppy dog eyes, as if he had hurt her. However, he hadn't. She didn't want to be his girlfriend, as she had already pointed out to him. Although, she told him that was because they were too young to have anything serious and should just be getting to know each other, seeing if they liked each other and enjoying the other's company.

"Don't look at me like that," he groaned, placing his head back onto her shoulder for a moment before looking back into her eyes. "You know I want to, but I was raised better than that."

Your brother doesn't seem to have been raised better than that, she thought. However, she neglected to mention it. No one except Daphne knew she shagged Fred. And no one except Daphne knew about her ploy to shag the other twin. They were after all seeing each other in secret, after having a meet-cute, one plotted to perfection by Tracey, by the lake. Which was now their secret meeting place where they met every night since.

"No one is ever going to know, so what are you afraid of?" Tracey asked, trying to remain patient as she gently stroked his face. She'd grown to known how many freckles were spattered across his cheekbones and nose. There were eighteen. She found the smattering of copper cute and couldn't help kissing those freckles.

"I just don't want to hurt you, Tracey. I'll be leaving after this year, maybe even before that, and long-distance relationships don't work," he said with a heavy sigh, his arms encircling around her waist and nuzzling his nose in her hair. Tracey felt a swell of affection for the boy then, for the first time, something she rarely felt for anyone. However, she also knew that he was a slight commitment-phobe. Although, she felt that perhaps that was healthy for someone in their teens. After all, wasn't this the time of their lives they should be enjoying their youth and exploring, not be tied down to someone?

"You're being silly," she told him lightly, gazing decidedly into his eyes. "I'm a tough girl, you won't hurt me. Besides, I just want to enjoy whatever time I have left with you and... you know you're not my first."

And he did. He knew about Blaise, and she'd actually told him the truth about it. He was extremely understanding of it, something that rather impressed her. Along with the fact that he wasn't prejudiced against her for being a Slytheirn. Although, she wasn't sure if that was simply because that first time they met he had simply seen her as a cute girl with a twisted ankle in need of his help, and had not known at the time that she was a Slytherin.

The twist, had been real enough, though it had not been caused by natural circumstances. And the fact that he had been the one to come across her, was due to a weeks worth of scouting she had done. After he found her, and talked to her, he picked her up and carried her all the way to the infirmary; along the way, she had teased him about being soooo strong and was pleased to find that he flirted right back to her.

"I know," he responded. "There's something I haven't actually... told you," he said suddenly, looking away from her and into her lap. Tracey watched, intrigued as he was suddenly turning red all the way to the tips of his ears. "I haven't actually... done it before. I mean I'm not completely inexperienced but... I've never gone all the way."

"OH," Tracey said, her eyes widening at the realization that he was a virgin. That was completely unexpected. "How far have you-?"

"Third base... and oral," he responded bashfully. Looking down at him, Tracey felt she could melt. He just looked too damn adorable. Once again, she felt a swelling of affection for him inside her chest.

"Well you know, we could learn together," Tracey whispered huskily into his ear. "I mean, I don't exactly have a wealth of experience either," and that was for the most part true. Though, she had more experience than she had let him know. Once again, she felt him harden underneath her. "I see someone agrees with me," she giggled, rolling her hips against him and causing him to once more moan.

"Tracey, please," he moaned as she continued to move against him. However, Tracey was no longer sure if he meant please stop or please keep going. For the moment, she merely continued to move against him, her clit rubbing over his hardened member and making her increasingly wet. Her fingers reached to her shirt and started unbuttoning it. She was done, she wasn't waiting for him anymore until he was ready. It was happening tonight, she'd make damn sure of that.

She made quick work of removing her shirt, all the while never ceasing her movement over him, and even bending her face so that she was spreading kisses on his neck. She could feel his fingers tightening over her waist and soon he was once more guiding her hips."I'm going to-" he started gasping. Tracey's eyes widened and she stopped, pulling away and out of reach of his erection. She couldn't have him coming too soon, that would ruin everything.

George groaned at the loss of contact as he looked up at Tracey who was now sitting nearer his knees, though not quite over them. However, her shirt was unbuttons, and he could see the enticing white skin of the top of her breasts. For a moment, all he could do was stare at the graceful mounds covered in what looked like to be golden sati, but his gaze was drawn away by the movement of Tracey's hands to her skirt. She was unbuttoning it and stood, letting it drop before kicking it slightly away, underneath she was wearing red lace.

She was wearing Gryffindor colors, and as she looked down at George with a please smirk, she could see that he never quite seen them look so good. The thought made her giggle as she stared at him, gaping at her like a fish. A very cute fish. "Bugs will fly into your mouth, you know," she said as she settled back into his lap in only her undergarments and the robes she wore open. Her shirt too was still on, along with the sweater she had been wearing over it, but they were all open, exposing her to his view and to the cool spring air.

"I'm sorry, you're just so gorgeous," he said, his hands tracing her bare thighs, before grabbing her with some force, his strong arms swooping up to catch her gently as he rolled them over and she was laying beneath him. The look in his eyes now, made a shiver course through her spine and a triumphant smile to cross her face. There was no going back for Georgie. She knew this as he lowered his head and gave her a passionate kiss.

As he did so, he shifted his body so that it was beside her. She could see the press of his manhood against her side, one of his arms held him up. The other was a mystery to her as they made out, her laying on her robes bare before him. But then she felt his hand on her bare stomach, tracing a slow and scorching trail down until he slipped under the lace garment she wore and she felt one of his calloused, strong fingers touching her bits.

Tracey gasped, and George let out a groan, for the moment pulling away from her heated kiss to look at her, even as his fingers continued to explore her wet folds. "You're sooo wet," he commented, and she could hear slight awe in his voice. Tracey felt herself flush at this, she wasn't sure what the norm was for girls, but she shoved this aside not allowing herself to be self-conscious, reminding herself that there should be no shame about enjoying sex and that she was proud of her looks.

"Like it?" she asked, flashing him a smile, and looking at him through half-lidded eyes. George's response was to press his erection into her hip as he dipped a long finger into her folds and started to explore her insides. Tracey whimpered and was shocked when she suddenly bucked against him when he made quick work of finding her g-spot. "I thought... you didn't... have a lot of... experience," she gasped and whimpered, thrashing underneath him as he unmercifully played with her inner wall, pressing roughly and quickly against the organ that sent her into a pleasure frenzy that was too much.

"I've fingered girls before," her responded breathily, clearly pleased with himself and how he could work her up so quickly. Tracey shuddered at this, her walls clenching around him and she felt a copious amount of juices spill out. George continued to pump at her until she was finished writing and riding out her orgasm. For a long moment afterward, Tracey merely lay staring up at the star-ridden sky, trying to catch her breath. The orgasm he had given her was earth-shattering, and for a moment she couldn't help feeling someone stunned and amazed. Blaise, while he had given her at least one orgasm and it had been an intense one... hadn't been able to make her come this quickly and certain not by using his fingers alone. Fred, hadn't given her an orgasm at all.

"Should I be jealous?" Tracey asked when she had recovered enough, flashing him a sated smile to tell him that she was only teasing him.

"No, love, they have nothing on you," He replied, staring down into her eye, drinking in her flushed face. Tracey raised herself on her elbows and reached a hand to his face, bringing him down for a deep and slow kiss, before trailing her hand down to his pants. After that performance, she wanted him now. She couldn't wait any longer. Tugging impatiently as they continued their heated kiss, she managed to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants. However, the zipper presented a bit of a problem, she couldn't get it down using only one hand so she gingerly pushed him onto his back.

Getting on her knees, she used both hands to pull down his zipper. "Get your pants off, I need you now," she murmured, helping him shimmy out of his pants before straddling his lap. She raised herself on her knees over him, grabbed him with one hand and then turned her gaze back on the ginger boy. She smiled at the look on his face.

He looked like a virgin. The expression on his face, it seemed a mixture of anxiety and a hopeful kind of anticipation. She supposed he must be feeling some kind of performance anxiety, hoping that he wouldn't be terrible at it. It made him looking kind of cute and she kept her gaze fixed on his face as she placed him at her entrance and slowly sheathed him. She drank greedily of the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head and delighted in the blissful expression that stole over him as he gasped. "So tight and wet!"

When he was fully seated inside of her, Tracey gave him a moment to get used to the fell of her. The twins were the same length and girth, it seemed to her they were probably exactly the same in that aspect, which sort of amused her. Placing one of her hands on his chest, she started to move slowly when he was able to look up at her, while her free hand moved down into her underwear, which she had merely shoved to one side, to play with her clit.

However, as she started to move more against him, she felt her hand being pulled away from herself. Gasping, she looked up into George's eyes to see he was staring with his mouth open slightly as she continued to ride him. "Faster," he begged her.

Tracey smiled, her breathing hitching as she placed both of her hands on his chest and started to move her hips at a faster pace. "George," she moaned as he started to rub her clit with his thumb in frenzied circles, causing her rhythm to become erratic. His bucking against her wasn't quite in sync with her either, however, his thrusts were hard and deep and the way he was moving his thumb, she was fast approaching her second orgasm.

"So fucking tight," he groaned, and for a moment he sounded exactly like his brother. However, Tracey merely grunted in response. The curse word was a little too much, it stroked her over, shoving her off the cliff and into another shuddering orgasm. "Shit, Tracey," George cursed as he spasmed under her and came inside her. Tracey's walls were so tight around him, she could actually feel him pulsate as he continued to ride out their orgasm, his thumb only slowing slightly.

Feeling like jelly, Tracey leaned forward, resting against George, her hair draping across his chest as she laid against him. She could feel his heart hammering hard beneath her. She could hear him panting underneath her, and she supposed her own breathing was labored as well. For a while, they simply lay there, Tracey only vaguely aware of him wrapping his arms around her back and one of his hands playing with her hair.

"That was amazing," George stated softly, when he had recovered enough.

"Quite, you realize that you're not off the hook, that we simply must do this again," Tracey said, raising on an elbow so that she could look into his face, which was slightly flushed.

"I'm looking forward to trying this again," George smiled at her.

"Good."

TBC...

A/n: I know that it's been a while since I've updated, but I haven't really been in the smut writing mood. Probably cause I was sick for a while. Might be a while before I update again, but I will update again, so don't fear that. Anyway as always review, maybe it will give me some motivation. And any suggestions, those are always welcome.