We had met in a gay club and had hooked up for the night. I thought it was odd that he wanted me to go home with him, but he ALSO wanted to let me kno... that sometimes guys wouldn’t want to be with him and would leave because of the size of his cock. (??) I thought he must be joking.When we got to his place, he offered a joint and a drink. I had some of both. After we were pleasantly buzzed, we made out in his living room. He kissed me and led me into his bedroom. We started to undress each. The guests began to arrive and Greta whispered in my ear, "I don't recognize any of them."Not really surprising of course since she had never seen any one of them before that night. I waited for her to comment on the fact that they were all black, but she never said a word. The men had all been hired from escort agencies, given a picture of Greta and told that she was a rich weirdo that liked to play sex games. Her current game was to pretend she had amnesia and that they were all former lovers. Fred couldn’t make a witty response because McGonagall was already on top of his desk, making out with him and trying to undress him at the same time.While Fred and George prepared themselves to finally finish their glorious calendar, Hermione Granger was studying hard in the small library aboard the dank and dark Durmstrang school ship. Her efforts to research the mysterious Spellbook of Desires in the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts library had all met with sticky failure and frankly, she. Watching him take charge made me weak at the knees. It also made me wet! I had a crush on him since the fifth grade. I had needs and didn’t know how to share that information with him. I had a few dates, but earned a reputation as an “Ice Princess”. The reputation was well deserved. While many of my other classmates lost their virginity, I didn’t let the boys get to second base with me. I just couldn’t trust myself. I knew once that I got started I would surrender completely to my needs.