Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 2

... arrived at the HAGS party it was already well underway with loud music and lots of people. It was an outdoor function on the lawn behind the Sports and Rec. complex, and with typical undergrad ingenuity, someone had hooked up a couple of guitar amps to their mobile phone and backed in a Toyota Hilux ute and filled the tray with ice, domestic beer, and both types of pre-mixed drinks: Jim-Beam-and-Coke AND Johnny-Walker-and-Coke. Awesome! Just what it was like when I was an undergrad. I could come back in fifty years and they might have a new ute, but everything else would be the same. In their defence, the type of girls who typically come to these things already liked beer, so a few bottles of bubbly or chardonnay would just be a waste of precious student union funding. Belinda had joined HAGS the day before, but I had to present at the signup desk, which was manned – and I use the term loosely – by a spotty 19-year-old whose mother probably still bought all his clothes at Target. Not that I should judge. His jaw dropped and his eyes popped when I stepped up to the desk and he gulped audibly as he handed me a ballpoint pen. I had to bend over the table to fill in the form and when I looked back up again there was a decidedly rosy glow to his cheeks to match my dress. “Can I … um … get a …?” he held up his phone questioningly. “A photo?” Belinda trilled. “Sure! Miz Watson loves photo ops with her fans.” “BELINDA!” I hissed. I doubt he believed her line of bullshit because I ...

... had to show him my student ID a moment earlier to sign up, but Belinda’s attitude spoke of a desire to milk as much fun out of me as she could tonight. If I’m being honest, I’d have to admit I was enjoying it; the boy at the sign-up desk wasn’t the only one looking at me with his mouth open, and some of them were bordering on cute to good-looking. Belinda took his phone and ushered him around the desk to stand between me and the life-sized Hermione cut-out. I gave my hair what I hope looked like a playful flick and put my arm around him. The poor guy didn’t know what to do with his hands, he was too overwhelmed to touch me. “Smile!” Belinda sang. I turned my head and got up on tip-toes to give him a kiss on the cheek just as she took the photo and a small group of onlookers burst into spontaneous applause. I didn’t know what to do then, so I just gave them a smile and a wave and Belinda hurried me towards the beer-ute for a drink. She fished two cans out of the ice and we opened them to a stereo hiss of escaping gas. “A toast,” she smiled mischievously, holding up her can. “To Hermione,” she said. “To Hermione,” I agreed with a big grin and took a mouthful of beer. “Queen of the maths geeks,” she continued with a giggle. “May she forever have her choice of hot undergrad boy-flesh.” I snorted and almost blew foam out my nose but settled for an uncontrolled coughing fit instead, with Belinda laughing and clapping me on the back. “You’re a bitch, Belinda,” I said smiling, not a ...