A/N: So this fic is for mature readers only. For real. In all my fanfics I have struggled writing anything remotely smutty. So I decided to create a new account (that my little sister won't discover-awkward!) and write the smuttiest story that I could stomach, which is still more tame than many that I've read. This is the first chapter of this effort. It's going to have a little bit of plot... but mostly it'll just be the maneuvering of the characters into sexual situations. It will have F/F and multi situations... possibly some M/M, but infrequent. If that doesn't float your boat, please find another story to enjoy. :)
I know most people don't review stories like this, but I would really love feedback and constructive criticisms. Hope you enjoy! ;)
Hermione lay quietly in her bedroom in Grimmauld Place, frozen in indecision. Her wand was in her right hand and she was trying to convince herself to just cast a Silencing Charm already. Damn Sirius Black.
Grimmauld Place had turned into the pied a terre of the singles in their group of friends and she lived there with the apparent bachelor for life, Sirius, and George- who had split with Angelina about six months ago. The three of them cohabitated with remarkable ease... the only issue at the moment was the boys' conquests. For whatever reason when they brought home a date, they found it more entertaining to leave all the privacy charms off. Honestly, she wondered if they weren't having some sort of competition for who could make the most noise and it drove her mad.
In multiple ways.
Right now, it was driving her mad in the sense that she hadn't had any late night guests in months. Months. She would cheerfully die before she'd admit that the sounds coming out of Sirius' room right now were having a very strong effect on her. The walls were thick enough that she couldn't make out the words, but the tone was certainly enough to get the point across. Was he always this vocal or did he do this just to see how red she'd turn at breakfast the next morning? She knew that was part of the reason that George did it. He always smirked and winked at her the next morning.
A long moan came through the wall and she found herself wondering what he was doing, how he was touching the woman, tasting her... what he looked like during these interludes. She felt her knickers dampen even more as his handsome face flashed through her mind... his eyes would be dark and heavy lidded, his hair would be mussed.. lips parted. She heard his voice again... what did he say to them? Her wand fell forgotten to the mattress as her right hand slipped beneath the elastic of her sleep pants and knickers. She felt her face flush even though she was by herself. She would have to leave before he woke up so that she wouldn't have to look him in the face, knowing that she had touched herself to the sounds of him having sex. She cupped her hand over herself, feeling the heat and moisture, and rubbed gently with the flat of her hand. Her other hand came up and she gently scraped a fingernail across her cloth-covered nipple and felt the muscles clench under the hand in her knickers, she was always sensitive there. Her eyes lost their focus as she daydreamed about the actions that were accompanying the noises from the next room. She teased her breast, pinching lightly as she wondered what Sirius' long fingers would feel like as opposed to her own. She had never fantasized about Sirius before, but how could she not while she was listening to him in such a situation? He was ridiculously attractive... and his voice... Merlin his voice. The woman he was with was also contributing to getting her worked up.
Having been listening to them for nearly twenty minutes she was already very frustrated and as the sounds of movement and pleasure increased in pace she couldn't wait for her own release. She dipped her middle finger between the swollen lips and moistened it before dragging it gently across her clitoris. She swallowed back a soft moan at the delicious friction and repeated the motion again and again until she felt a light sweat break out across her skin as she worked both her hands to bring herself pleasure. One hand alternating breasts, pinching, pulling, and gently twisting her nipples as the other traced gentle circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. She heard Sirius speaking roughly next door and it nearly sent a bolt of electricity through her, the sheer sex that was in his tone. She pressed a little harder and rubbed more quickly as Sirius and the woman both got louder, obviously getting close to orgasm. The tension in her own body was building and her breath came quickly as her fingers fairly flew as she rubbed herself frantically. She heard Sirius shout roughly and she ruthlessly twisted one of her nipples between her fingers and a bolt of pleasurable pain shot through her. It only took a couple more passes of her fingers across her clit before the tension exploded and her own moan blended in with those coming through the wall. She rubbed herself through her orgasm, only stopping when it became sensitive to the point of pain. She laid her hand flat again and rubbed gentle circles with her palm and lay quietly catching her breath, enjoying the lingering sensations and gently touching herself. She couldn't believe how wet she was... just from listening to Sirius. If he ever found out she'd done this, she would never live it down. She'd have to move away.
Suddenly a wicked thought crossed her mind. She could easily drive them mad as well. Some night when the boys were without company she could let them hear her pleasuring herself... she didn't like the idea of bringing a random bloke home. A grin crossed her face at the thought of their expressions if they heard her... their brains would short circuit. Perhaps she'd invest in a vibrator... she was a single woman in her twenties, really she should already have one, she'd wished for one enough times. She blushed again at the thought of walking into an adult store to purchase one but she really needed to lighten up a little bit. Every body did it. She nodded to herself as she made up her mind: she would buy a vibrator. Really it was buy one or move out, how could she live with these two attractive men who loved to tease her like this and be fully celibate? It wouldn't work. She'd buy one and if she was ever feeling adventurous or if they ever finally drove her mad, she might just forget her Silencing Charm. She wasn't particularly loud, but Sirius had excellent hearing thanks to his Animagus form. She probably wouldn't be brave enough for that though.
She sat quietly sipping her tea and reading the Prophet the next morning before the boys were up and about, figuring she had about another hour before she needed to leave the house to give Sirius the slip. She wasn't really sure what that would accomplish, but for some reason she felt like he'd take one look at her and know that she had pleasured herself to the sound of his pleasure. She blushed a bit at the memory and then froze when she heard soft footsteps coming down the hall. This must be the girl, neither of the boys could move that quietly. She turned towards the door expectantly and a petite blond walked in wearing one of Sirius' shirts. She looked thoroughly shagged.
"Oh, hey Lindsey." Hermione smiled at the woman, she was Sirius' regular shag. Friends with benefits they called themselves. She ended up at their house about every other week. Hermione didn't know why the two didn't just get together, Sirius was certainly with her more than any one else. But it wasn't her business.
"Morning." She said sleepily as she plopped down across from Hermione.
"Good night then?" Hermione smiled cheekily at her; the rare times that Lindsey was at the house and out of Sirius' bedroom, she enjoyed her witty company. If she was honest with herself, she would admit that she might just be a little attracted to the witch as well. She had the best bum she'd ever seen, man or woman, and the shapeliest legs... it was clear why Sirius chose her as his regular shag. Besides being good company in general.
Lindsey smirked, then looked a little sheepish. "Left the charm off again, did he?" Hermione nodded and Lindsey continued, "I really don't understand why they do that. Men are so strange."
"Truth." Hermione laughed softly and got up to make herself and Lindsey some toast.
"Must drive you absolutely barking."
"It does indeed." She confirmed.
"And it's certainly not fair, if you're in your room on your own, can't even dish it back out." Lindsey smirked at Hermione's blush. "It would wind me up, that's for sure. And with the pair of them, good lord. I hope you've got a mummy's little helper."
"Mummy's little help... oh!" Now she blushed fiercely. "I don't actually. I was thinking last night I need to get one though. Oh, I can't believe I just told you that... I'm normally such a prude." She confessed sheepishly. Lindsey was easy to talk to... she was so free and accepting. Lindsey just smiled easily at her.
The witches sat quietly for a few moments, munching on their toast. Finishing hers, Lindsey spoke up. "I wonder what game it is to them to leave the charms off. Competition with each other?"
"That and seeing how red I'll turn the next morning." Hermione said wryly.
"Well you know what you have to do." Lindsey grinned and rose to come around the table and took the chair next to Hermione. Hermione couldn't help but appreciate her exposed legs as she curled them in the chair. Hermione's breath caught when she caught a glimpse under the shirt to see that Lindsey wasn't wearing knickers.
"What do I have to do?" Hermione forced herself to ignore the flutterings of attraction and pay attention to the conversation.
"Beat them at their own game of course."
"How would I do that? I'm not the type to bring home random men." Hermione scoffed lightly.
"No, that wouldn't win, that would be a tie. You know what blows every blokes mind? And would without a doubt secure you a victory over those two?"
"What?" Hermione asked, leaning forward slightly in response to Lindsey's lowered voice.
"Bring home a girl." Lindsey winked and paused for dramatic effect. "Let them hear you with another girl."
Hermione sat back, shocked. "Oh my. I... I've never been with a woman before."
"Is the idea of being with a woman off putting?" Lindsey asked, tilting her head to the side and studying the brunette.
Hermione was quiet for a moment, debating. She certainly noticed attractive women... she'd caught her glances lingering before. They lingered on men as well... perhaps she did find both sexes attractive. "No, it isn't."
Lindsey smiled slowly, "Have you ever kissed a woman?"
"No." Hermione whispered, was Lindsey flirting with her? She could feel her nipples tightening under the thin cotton of her tank top and hoped she wouldn't notice. Lindsey shifted to lower her feet to the floor and lean slightly closer to Hermione.
"Well I've thought about kissing you several times." She slowly closed the distance between them and Hermione sat frozen, unsure what to say to her. She wasn't going to tell her to stop though. Her heart rate had increased and her eyes trailed over Lindsey... she could see through Sirius' white shirt that Lindsey had nothing on underneath, bra or knickers. That made Hermione want to squirm in her seat. Lindsey stood and closed the distance between them, bracing her arms on either side of Hermione on the arm rests. "Do you want to kiss me, Hermione?" She breathed quietly, her lips mere inches away from hers.
Hermione's curiosity was killing her. How was kissing a woman different than kissing a man? How was it that she was already slightly aroused by the mere thought of kissing a woman? "Yes." She answered honestly, her voice barely audible. Lindsey smiled and barely brushed her lips across Hermione's. They were so soft... her lips returned and lingered this time. Hermione tilted her head and returned the kiss, moving her lips against Lindsey's. There was a difference between kissing men and women. Her skin was so soft... even a freshly shaved man wouldn't be as soft as she was. Hermione felt herself relax into the kiss and Lindsey pressed closer, letting the tip of her tongue touch Hermione's lips. A soft moan came from each witch when Hermione returned the touch. They kissed for several moments, exploring each other's lips and tongue, before they broke away. Hermione blinked a little dazedly at the other witch, feeling the tingles of arousal and heat pooling between her legs.
"Well? Something you'd be interested in?" Lindsey asked brazenly, settling back into her seat.
She took a deep breath, smoothing her hair out of her face. "Erm, possibly. I'm not the type to jump into anything immediately though." Hermione answered; if Lindsey was going to be straightforward in coming on to her, she'd be straightforward in her response.
Lindsey studied her for a moment. "Alright. Let me know when you've had time to think about it." Suddenly Lindsey's small smile turned more towards a smirk. "Now, why don't we go buy you a toy or two to help you through those lonely nights?"
"Or two?" Hermione said in a scandalized voice.
"Oh honey, you can have a whole drawer full if you like. Let's get dressed and go, I could use a new one myself."
"Oh my goodness!" Hermione whispered to Lindsey.
"Have you never even been in an adult toy store before?" Lindsey asked, surprise coloring her tone.
"No!"
"How old are you?" The blond witch turned and asked, as if just now remembering that Hermione was younger than she was.
"Twenty one." Hermione answered a little defensively.
"Well... let me help you shop then." Lindsey took her hand and led her to a wall covered in packaged toys. Hermione gulped as she surveyed the offerings.
"Merlin, look at that one!" She whispered as she pointed to a large fake penis. "That's huge; it would like... puncture your lung or something."
Lindsey let out a delighted laugh, "Yes well. To each her own. Let's find something a little more tame this time I think." She led Hermione, still clasping her hand, toward smaller, safer-looking items. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "Now, let's pick a basic vibrator, ever girl needs one of those."
"I can't believe there are so many..." Hermione stared, slightly overwhelmed and very embarrassed.
"Yes well.. tastes vary." Lindsey browsed for a moment then picked up a smallish purple one. "I've got this one, it's brilliant. Multiple speeds... hasn't let me down yet." She winked at Hermione and handed it to her to hold. "Now, let's do the thing right; you'll want a dildo also, yeah?" Hermione squeaked out a noise that was neither confirmation nor denial. If she were honest then yes, she probably would. She would be so embarrassed to pay for an armload of things at the counter though. Lindsey laughed and pulled one down that was purple and white stripes. "This'll do... the flesh colored ones gross me out."
She guided Hermione to the next aisle and Hermione felt all the blood in her body rush to her cheeks. Lindsey continued as if they buying groceries at the supermarket. "Now, do you like anything in your bum?"
Hermione choked on a breath and Lindsey turned expectantly. "Erm... I don't know?" She managed to answer. Merlin, this woman had no issues at all with her sexuality. Hermione found that she was slightly jealous.
"Ah. Never done that?" Hermione shook her head vigorously and Lindsey smiled slyly at her. "No worries, love. Let me know if you get curious though." She leaned in and whispered against her ear, "I'll be happy to introduce you to the joys of anal play. You're really missing out." Hermione gulped and just blinked at Lindsey in shock. She had no idea how to respond to her. Wasn't that... gross? Did people really enjoy it? Apparently Lindsey did...
"Alright, we've got enough to keep your sanity intact for a while. Until you give in to me... or them if one of them decides to turn the charm on." She winked and steered them towards the checkout.
"What? Neither of them would try to charm me into bed." Hermione leapt on the subject change and scoffed at the idea.
Lindsey stopped in her tracks and turned to face her. "Oh, they would. Trust me."
Hermione stared a little uneasily at her. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, Sirius has told me he'd love to get into your knickers and I've seen the way George watches you walk out of a room." Hermione nearly died, right then and there.
"You can't be serious."
"As a heart attack. Those boys would be at your beck and call." She winked at Hermione and laughed when she seemed unable to respond. "Well, so would I, I've just been the only one brave enough to tell you. Let's get these paid for, shall we?" Hermione let herself be led to the counter and she was so overwhelmed that she forgot to be embarrassed about her purchases. George, Sirius, and Lindsey all wanted her? Since when? She didn't think anyone saw her as anything but a bossy bookworm and housemate. This was madness. Sheer madness. She stared down at the package in her hand. She had no idea where her thoughts would take her when she tried these out, but could tell it would be interesting if nothing else.