"But if it happens, then I'm going to try to understand it, princess. You've lived more in sixteen years than a lot of people twice your age. But just...because you've seen a lot of things doesn't mean you're ready for them yourself." I'm not ready for ANYTHING Mom did, Grandma. I'm ready for what was missing. Love. Caring. Sharing." Take a hard look, Jan. You're a pretty young girl. A guy's ... Guy's head gets turned." I thought about that, Grandma. It's sweet to hear you say it, but I'm not. We moved through the crowd, finally settling at a table in a dark corner of the club, near a wall, behind the makeshift stage. The DJ booth was also nearby. I sat down, grabbing Delilah's hand and pulling her onto my lap, conscious to not poke her with my developing erection. I didn't want to tip my hand, just yet. "Hey babe, you should enter the sexiest costume contest," I spoke in her ear. "You're a sure thing to win." She instantly sprung up from my lap and began to glare at me. At first her. The girls of Gryffindor giggled and gossiped about the romance novels they'd read. The books had titles like Spellbound by Love and The Potion Maker's Secret. It was all sunsets on secluded beaches, and the men were always built like professional Quidditch players who were enchanted by the women's beauty. He would profess his love again and again as he kissed and reverently caressed every inch of her skin while a spell showered rose petals upon them.The reality of losing her virginity to Harry. Fakingsoft little moans, they fell back into the jelly and thrashed around,purring in mock pleasure as they rubbed their hands sensuously up anddown one another's jelly-streaked bodies.Their sounds of pleasure became more authentic as they began to fondlethe funny little soft mounds beginning to push up from beneath theirslutty little tops.The girls laughed and whistled at the boys.One whipped the tiny little skirt off a boy as he minced passed,revealing his big round girlish ass cheeks bulging.