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Sore, Part 3

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It was now nearing dusk, and Hermione could hear Ginny coming down the hallway and announcing that they should leave soon to meet up with Ron and Harry. However, she could not tear her eyes away from the reflection of herself in the cheval glass in the bedroom of their wing. The sum of the parts of the ensemble looked very different than the individual top, skirt, stockings, heels and necklace of pearls had appeared as she had modeled each one for Ginny the previous day."Ooooh, hottie!" exclaimed Ginny as she entered the room.Hermione turned to look at her friend. "You [i]knew[/i] it would end up looking like this?" she asked in accusatory tones.Ginny looked surprisingly thoughtful, although Hermione thought she detected a hidden smirk behind her friend's expression."Well, one never really [i]knows[/i], until one puts it all together," came Ginny's reply with surprising seriousness, but a smile was breaking across her face. "Really, you look outrageous, my dear girl."Hermione twisted her head to catch the view-from-behind in the mirror and was once again taken aback by the effect of the shortest skirt she had ever owned, complemented by the long stripe running down the back of the shear, barely-there, black stockings, ending with the exclamation point of the four-inch high black heels. She turned to face the mirror once again, and then turned her torso half to one side, hands on hips."I have never in my life worn something that makes my figure look so... [i]definitive[/i]," she said.Ginny's face appeared from behind her in the mirror and nodded. "You've been hiding in loose-fitting jumpers and brassieres that don't really fit, you know," she noted.Hermione withdrew her attention from the mirror and appraised Ginny's appearance. She inwardly felt that they may very well be mistaken for call girls, and had said so to her friend several times whilst they had been shopping. She felt relieved that they were meeting Ron and Harry at the Twin's shop, so that they didn't need to make a show of themselves in public.As she looked her friend over, she realised that Ginny looked quite "hot" as well. Her top was cut to bare midriff, revealing her navel piercing; a fine gold chain attached to the ring and wrapped around her waist. Also wearing a very short skirt, Ginny's was made of black leather. Her shear stockings and high heals made quite a statement; pushing her height to only an inch or two shy of eighteen hand.She shook her head. "We look like we should charge by the hour," she said dryly." 'The best girls do it for money'," Ginny quoted. "Although, 'for love' would be the case for us," she added, smiling broadly.Hermione shut her eyes and shook her head again, then nodded in agreement. "Well, let's go show Fred and George our version of 'marital aids' then," Ginny said and picking up her wand, she Apparated to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.~*~The shop was closed for the evening and therefore had no patrons Ginny noted when she appeared near the counter at the rear of the store. A soft pop indicated Hermione's arrival beside her, and they went in search of their men.They found the four of them in the rear room of the building that served as the research 'laboratory' for WWW . They were all sitting and enjoying butterbeers as Ginny strutted into the room, leading Hermione by the hand.Three Weasley chins fell audibly to the floor. Harry, being generally accustomed to seeing Ginny in various states of undress managed to control his jawbone successfully, but nevertheless seemed to be having some difficulty in not staring at Hermione as he rose to greet them.Ginny grinned broadly and allowed herself to be swept into his warm embrace, giving him a chaste kiss that nevertheless held the promise of much more.Still holding each other, they turned to locate the source of clicking in the room only to see Hermione with her arms folded across her chest and attempting to brandish a glare from behind a crimson blush; her right toe tapping a measured cadence. With every three taps of her toe, she was shifting her gaze from Ron, to Fred, to George, and back to Ron. [i]Tap, tap, tap[/i]. Fred. [i]Tap, tap, tap[/i]. George. [i]Tap, tap, tap[/i]. Ron. And three chins remained resting on the floor.[i]Oh dear[/i], thought Ginny, and with a swift sweep of her wand three jaws snapped shut.Harry seemed to grasp the explosive potential of the situation as well, as he moved to give Hermione a welcoming hug. Her concentration broken by the gesture, she allowed him to guide her by the hand toward the empty seat next to Ron."Come tell us about New York," Harry said, "I'll get you some butterbeers."Ron finally seemed to come out of his frozen state and he jumped from his chair to receive Hermione into his arms. 'It's so good to have you back home,' Ginny heard him whisper in Hermione's ear, and she smiled to herself; thinking, [i]Ron, you only just barely saved that situation.[/i]Harry returned to the group and proffered the butterbeers to Ginny and Hermione. As he drew the attention of Hermione and Ron, he queried, "Are you two up for dinner at the manor tonight?""Of course," said Ron, who then looked quickly at Hermione for agreement. She nodded her approval with the first smile that had crossed her face since they had entered the room.~*~Hermione was feeling a bit anxious, now that dinner was over, as they sat around the roaring fire sipping Firebrandies and nibbling on chocolates. She was really ready to get herself alone with Ron and her mind played over her plans for later in the evening.Ginny was laughing, as Harry nuzzled her neck; clearly working her up."Oi! Get a room," called Ron from beside her.Ginny smiled lustily and rejoined, "Yes, brother, my thoughts exactly." She rose, taking Harry by the hand, who in turn steered them to where his Firebolt was resting near the hearth."I love having a living room large enough to land a broom in," he said as he mounted the broom; Ginny sliding into place in front and pressing herself against him. They took to the air and soared into the entry hall and up the stairs to their room.She watched Ron watch the other couple depart and then turn to face her."Feel like making our way to our own room?" he asked, an expression of anticipation on his face.She smiled broadly, feeling a twinge of longing in her pussy. [i]It has been several days[/i], she thought to herself. [i]I have a right to feel like we should be getting twixt the sheets.[/i] And she rose, taking Ron by the hand.Entering their bedroom, she let go Ron's hand and made her way toward the 'loo. Ron made to follow, but she turned and stopped him with a hand on his chest. "I have a surprise for you, love," she said and leaned up on tiptoe to kiss him; allowing her tongue to wrestle with his for a bit before she broke the kiss. She kicked off her heels and padded into the bathroom.Closing the door behind her and casting a revealing charm on the pile of shopping bags she had stowed and concealed out of the way in the corner, she rummaged through them until she found the golden cream lace and satin negligee that Ginny had helped pick out and draped it over the back of the chair that faced the vanity. She undid her skirt; dropped it to the floor then pulled the tight top over her head and deposited the twain in the hamper. Next she removed her bra, stockings and knickers (Ginny had finally allowed her to wear a pair) and stood in front of the floor length mirror hung on the back of the door. She was struck again by her completely bare appearance, which was looking even more nubile, now that the reddish bumps had faded. The narcissistic feeling that had overcome her in the salon swept through her once more. She parted her thighs slightly and allowed her hand to stroke the incredible softness. Her thoughts drifted to Ginny's hand play of the previous weekend and she allowed her finger to test her moistness. Indeed she was very wet already, but she chastised herself lightly; [i]Ron's first[/i], she thought to herself, and moved to have a pee and quick freshen up.She then slid the negligee over her head and wiggled her body into the soft satin. It was amazingly shear and left little to the imagination where her breasts were concerned, yet divulged nothing whatever regarding her nether regions. This was good, she thought, as he would clearly think the lingerie itself was the surprise. She smiled at her reflection and released the latch to return to Ron.He had been busy as well, she noted, as the lighting was provided by only two candles in sconces above the bed. He was under the quilt and sheets, which he threw back in invitation to her as he rose to support himself on one elbow."Oh, wow," he sighed as he took in her appearance.She tingled as she watched his eyes roam over her form from head to toe, again and again. She giggled a little and wrung her hands lightly under the lustful gleam of his eyes. She moved onto the bed and slipped into his welcoming arms as he drew up the coverings. Their lips met and the dance of tongues became unrestrained and passionate. She felt his hands stroking across her back and down over her hips, deliberately feeling her curves. She allowed herself to lie on her back, offering herself to him, yet his wandering hands had yet to roam to her breasts, let alone her bareness. [i]Come, dear. Come find the real surprise[/i], she thought.She moaned into his mouth as his hand finally brushed across her breast and she could tell that her nips were firm as his fingers strummed across the hardness poking through the thin fabric of the negligee. The quilt and sheets slid from their torsos as he moved to take her in his mouth. She made to expose her chest fully to him, both breasts escaping easily from the scant covering.Another moan escaped her lips as he captured one, then the other of her peaks, suckling each in turn.At last she felt his hand moving slowly and gently down her middle. She wiggled her hips upward in an effort to get his fingers to her longing. He finally seemed to understand her body language and she felt his hand drift over her mons. She allowed her thighs to part as much the negligee would permit and he rubbed her more insistently though the softness of the silk.Suddenly he stopped. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her with a mixture of question and curiosity. She smiled at him, knowing that mischief was showing in her eyes."You feel... different, 'Mione. Is something wrong?" he said.She shook her head fervently, smiling ever more mischievously. She took his had in hers and guided it down, past her parted thighs which she now closed slightly. Placing her hand over the back of his, she curled his fingers inward drawing the material of her negligee upwards as she did so. After the second such movement, he seemed to cotton on and began to hitch up the negligee on his own accord. She wiggled her hips and hiked her arse upwards to allow him to pull up the silk until it was pooled about her midsection. She pulled her feet up, placing them sole to sole, allowing her thighs to fall open widely, yet still making sure that the quilt and sheets kept her bareness from view.Ron was still looking at her curiously, so she nodded her head in encouragement. Once more she felt his hand drifting down her tummy, below her waistline and finally gliding in between her legs. He gasped, as did she, as his fingers contacted with her lips."Hermione, how in the name of Merlin did you do this?" she heard him ask, but she simply shook her head."Later, Ron. Just keep feeling me," she whispered breathlessly, and she could tell from the rapid increase in the wanderings of his hand that he was becoming as fascinated with her bare smoothness as she was. Around her outer and inner lips she felt his hand, over her mound and down to her entrance, repeatedly; gently, but insistently. Suddenly she felt her lips part as his finger slid into her wetness."Mmm... that feels so incredible, keep stroking me, please," she said, aware of the want and need in her voice.Again, he seemed to need no further urging, as she felt his finger travel the full length of her pussy, spreading her wetness with firm, long strokes. She became aware that she was bucking her hips in rhythm with his strokes. He, too, was bucking and thrusting his hips, pushing the hardness of his cock up against her hip. He had straddled her thigh with his legs and was matching her rhythm as he stroked her, as she felt his mouth capture hers and their tongues returned to their dance.She reached down to feel his warmth in her hand and wrapped her fingers around the top of his hard and throbbing cock. He moved to provide her a better angle and she wrapped her hand completely around him. She squeezed, loving the hardness and reveling at the moan this elicited from him. She released her grip and began to stroke him lovingly, down, up. Once more, this time over his entire length...She broke the kiss suddenly and sat bolt upright, eyes widening with understanding as she noticed the smirk on Ron's face. She fell back onto the bed, speechless; mouth slightly agape."Later, 'Mione. Just keep feeling it," she heard him whisper in her ear as he curled against her once more.She relaxed into his arms once again, their mouths meeting and returning each other's kisses. Her hand found his cock once more just as his fingers slid back into her pussy. She marveled at the smoothness of the entire length of his cock and repeatedly allowed her hand to stroke it completely, from top to bottom.Their thrusting against each others hands became more insistent. She was panting into his mouth adoring his breath and smell. The longing for his fullness in her cunt was stronger than she had ever felt before."Now, Ron... now," she managed to utter between kisses.He understood instinctively and moved atop her in a swift motion. She guided him to her opening and felt his head begin to thrust inward. She kicked back the quilt and sheets and spread herself fully. He pulled back slightly and then thrust again, her wetting of his cock increasing. Another pull, followed by another more forceful thrust and she felt him sink to the hilt. Then the sliding began as he moved within her in deliberate strokes; insistent, yet neither too fast, nor too slow. She was suddenly acutely aware of the lack of chafing friction as his cock slid easily in and out of her cunt. She began thrusting her hips to meet his strokes; wanting more and more of his girth and loving the stretched, full, yet gliding feeling of his cock in her cunt.His thrusts, although still with the same deliberate rhythm, became more demanding. She, too, felt her need increasing. She grabbed his arse with both hands and urged him on, pulling him into her. The slipping, stroking, sliding was becoming unbearable. The feeling she associated with peeing in the saddle swept through her, but she felt that this time there was nothing she could do to restrain it and as he continued to fuck her spasms of pleasure coursed through her; centered in her cunt, but spreading all throughout her body, as if all nerve endings were responding to the pure stimulation of his thrusting cock. She was only vaguely aware of Ron grunting loudly, as he too was clearly coming deep within her.He collapsed onto her and she reveled in the warmth of his weight on her chest. He was heaving and panting and obviously trying to keep from crushing her with his weight, but she wrapped her arms tightly around him and pulled him onto her fully; loving the feeling of secure possession that being pinned beneath him provided. She began to rain kisses onto his neck, cheek, forehead, anywhere her lips could reach."Thank you," [i]kiss[/i], "thank you," [i]kiss[/i], "thank you," she said over and over as she continued to kiss him.His breathing had slowed and he raised himself to look in her eyes."What are you on about?" he asked softly."Oh, Ron. Couldn't you tell? I did it! You did it! I was never sure before, but now I am positive. You made me orgasm and I love you!" she gushed before pulling him into another long and tender kiss.As their lips parted, their eyes sought ought each other. She thought she could see a question forming in his mind as one formed in hers as well."How...?" they both began at the same time, and then they both laughed out loud."You first," said Hermione as their laughter abated."Well, the night you were in New York," he began, "Harry took me to the Three Broomsticks for drinks. After a couple of Firewhiskeys, he began to inquire after our, er... satisfaction. Now that I think back on it, he seemed to have a pretty good notion that we were not getting on as well in bed as we might," he said, as if to himself, frowning slightly."Anyway, he suggested that it might make... things... more comfortable for you if I 'trimmed the hedges' as he put it," he continued. "He told me how to use a Muggle safety razor to keep things smooth around the base of this," and he gave a little thrust to indicate his cock, and smiled at her."Mmmm," she intoned with relish. "It does feel very nice," returning his smile. "I think I can fill you in a little, about Harry I mean, once I've told you my side of the story," she said.He looked at her expectantly."Last week," she continued, "I confided in Ginny that I was sore and that it was resulting in our not making love as much as we might otherwise. She explained that at one point, she and Harry had had similar experiences. She then told me about a thing called Brazilian waxing, which is a method of hair removal that results in what you've now felt first hand. I can tell you about the details later if you like, but suffice it to say that the real reason Ginny and I went to New York was for me to be waxed at the same salon where she got her first waxing years ago on their honeymoon.""Earlier this week, I had reason to wonder just how much Ginny had filled Harry in on our plans," she said. "It's now clear to me that they were fully in cahoots about the entire thing, and that your evening with Harry was set up for the specific purpose of complementing my grooming with yours."Ron lowered his weight onto her again, and she returned the affection by squeezing him with both her arms and legs.They lay that way for a long time, kissing and adoring each other. She could feel him go soft within her, but insisted that he not pull out. She simply could not bear to not have him in her.After a while she gave him a gentle squeeze with her pussy.He looked at her in surprise."Could you feel that?" she asked him, giving his cock another little squeeze."'Mione, that feels amazing," he said, his eyelids drifting closed.She gave him another squeeze and then began squeezing with a slow rhythm. Suddenly, she felt him flex his cock within her. [i]He's becoming hard again![/i] she realized, and began to alternate the firm squeezes of her cunt with the pulsing of his cock as he flexed and grew within her. Pulse, squeeze, pulse, squeeze. And then he was fully erect and began to thrust within her once more."Ohhh," she moaned, "Fuck me, Ron," she pleaded quietly.He froze for a moment, and she opened her eyes to see him looking at her with a mixture of shock and awe.She shook her head fervently. "No, don't stop, please fuck me some more, Ron... [i]please[/i]," she said even more pleadingly.And as he began moving within her again, the slickness and sliding renewing once more, she new that this was only the beginning of the journey to the moon.The end.A/N: Ginny's quote: "The best girls do it for money," is from the sexblog [i]Belle de Jour[/i].