’ ‘Well, well. Do I have news for you,’ she said playfully. ‘I like everything if it’s done well,’ she boasted. ‘I’m going to enjoy t...aching you all the things I like and how I like them!’ she smirked. ‘You keep trying to tell me you’re a virgin, but I have serious doubts about that if tonight is any example.’ ‘I’ll be a willing student. When and where do you want to start?’ ‘No time like the present. I think you should be rewarded for your careful attention to my needs.’ With that, she slid. One afternoon while she was there, I'd decided to take a bit of a break from working and was checking in on one of my favorite websites, one where couples post their stories of sexual adventure and misadventure along with pictures of many of the members. These are not high school yearbook pictures; I'm sure you understand.So, I have the picture gallery open and, from behind me I her, "What's that? I thought you were working."I whipped my head around and there she was peering over my shoulder at. .”I saw the big guy’s eyes roll up into his head as he dropped the knife. Then I looked down a bit, at the flesh-colored tendrils that had been shoved way up his nose. I looked further down and noticed that those tendrils were attached to my hand, where my fingers would be. I flexed them experimentally.“ ... ddhhhgggbbb...” the big guy mumbled in response as he shook in place.I pulled my ‘fingers’ back and they returned to their normal shape, except they were now covered in blood and gray. She awoke reluctantly as the sun came pouring in through Ginny’s window, and she realized Ginny was cuddled against her back with an arm thrown casually across her waist. Hermione closed her eyes again and drifted softly back into a comfortable sleep. The next time she opened her eyes, the sun had shifted slightly and was less glaring. Ginny was still behind her, her breath warm on Hermione’s neck, and her hand, which had somehow found its way through the loose armhole of Hermione’s gown, was.