Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 2

... like Star Wars – or in this case, Harry Potter – and then just let him run like a wind-up toy while you work out whether you like him. He won’t try to grab your ass or your tits, and if you have to cut him loose, he won’t yell at you and call you a frigid bitch, because that conversation you just shared was the most intimate experience he’s had with a girl in his life.” “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” I laughed. “What’s more amazing is that you haven’t,” she giggled. “But seriously,” she put on her serious face for a moment, even though ‘serious’ for her is always a pretty thin veneer. “Most geeks are really nice. They’re grateful to have a girl just talk to them and they’re really biddable.” Her eyes were glinting again. “Biddable?” She was bringing me around. “Just show them where to lick and let them go,” she grinned. “BELINDA!” I swatted her hand in mock horror. I don’t think she knew I was a virgin, otherwise she might have been a bit more tactful. Or maybe not, she’s just that kind of girl. ~~~ “I’m not so sure about this anymore,” I said nervously. I was standing in front of my full length mirror with Belinda beside me. I looked frightened. She looked, I don’t know what; if she was a guy I would have said ‘love struck’. She was staring at me in what looked like adoration. “I look ridiculous,” I said. “You look amazing,” she husked, licking her lips. Costume-wise, Belinda looked comical; her tiny figure dressed in a child’s grey Harry Potter school uniform ...

... with her breasts bursting out of the too-small white school blouse. We were both Hermione, but we couldn’t have looked more different. With a half-cup push-up bra lending me some shape, the tight bodice of the crimson dress stretched across my small breasts, separately outlining the modest curve beneath each one. I had to keep touching them to make sure they were real. The scoop neck-line revealed a broad, smooth décolletage and for the first time in my life, a suggestion of cleavage! I twisted my hips back and forth to flare out the skirt; it had a gorgeous floral detail underscoring the bodice and four chiffon ruffles down the front to give it extra volume. I did look amazing. I knew that Emma Watson was beautiful, and I knew that I looked like Emma Watson. For a mathematics major, you’d think I’d be able to piece that together. Belinda had done my hair: long and light brown, parted over my left eye and pinned back at the temples to frame my face, and I had done the makeup, just some eye-liner and lip gloss. “Are you sure?” I asked. I had never dressed up like this in my life and I felt like I needed constant reassurance. “Uh huh,” she said, swallowing. If she didn’t have a boyfriend I’d swear she was batting for the other team. “Well let’s go, then,” I said, turning to face her, my voice betraying none of the butterflies in my stomach. As frightening as this was, I was secretly overjoyed to be my childhood heroine for a night. Chapter 3 – Wicked Bitch of the West When we ...