I asked if he could wait until later and he jokingly says he “wants one now before my jaw gets sore tonight”. So I give the smartass what he wants...and we head into the city. I’m wearing black tights, knee high heeled boots, a tight black t-shirt, a gray sweater, which hardly covers my butt. I’m not wearing any underwear. He tells me I may regret my choice of colors.We get to the bar before midnight, so we had a couple hours before last call. We had a few drinks and danced. He would be talking. " I wiggled my butt on his lap and felt something stiff on my leg. Comeon just a little shower, mother won't ever find out. Please! I could tell he was weakeining so I slid back and as my knees touched the carpet I kissed his crotch as my hands wrapped around the stiffness in his shorts. mmm he had quite a hard on there. I looked around as if someone was coming into the room. Taking his hand in mine I urged him to get up and come with me. I held his hand all the way to the master. We both had never done anything. He claimed to have walked naked holding a girl’s hand, but he was lying. I at least had barely kissed a girl. As neither of us had ever French Kissed, I suggested that maybe we learn how to do it together as girls do that so we would know what we were doing. He said no. I had wanted to kiss his lips with mine and slide my tongue in his mouth and taste his. He was not taking my bait. I had to keep my cover. No one could know that I wanted to kiss a. Harry meanwhile was now still in his charm wondering if this was really happening. “‘Mione? What are you doing?” he whispered faintly.“ohh not much, just fulfilling a goal and congratulating you on returning to us.” she said matter of factly as she slipped off her seat and squatted in front of Harry, then without the use of her wand she had made Harry’s trousers disappear and was now staring reverently at the large throbbing beast that was before her, veins stood out along the thick shaft, it.