Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 2

... cheeks and took a swig of beer to try to cool it down. Kevin put his hand over mine; I wanted to look somewhere else, but I took a peek at his face and saw his earlobes glowing red. Was he blushing too behind that beard? He gave me a strained smile and squeezed my hand. Why was he embarrassed? It’s not like he was the virgin here? Belinda tried to recover. “Kev, Jeannie’s got a wild party trick.” “Belinda,” I moaned. “Really?” “I hope it’s suitable for mixed company,” Kevin said with an ironic smile. “Seven hundred and forty-seven,” Belinda blurted, eyes shining with glee. “Three, three, and eighty-three,” I sighed. “I’ve told you a dozen times, Belinda, pick one where the digits don’t add to a multiple of three.” “Seven and four is … eleven … and seven …” Belinda counted on her fingers. “Eighteen, that’s not a multiple of three.” “Yes it is, sweetie,” I said. “Twice,” agreed Kevin. “So you factorise numbers in your head,” Kevin smiled at me. “That’s impressive. How far do you go?” Oh dear, awkward double-entendre. “How far can you take me?” I laughed behind my hand. I did not just do that! “I-I-I-I’m going to … um,” Belinda looked around desperately, “go over there and … do something else … by myself.” She stepped hurriedly away to let me sweep up the shattered pieces of my dignity after that shameless come-on. But it was as though Kevin didn’t notice. “Seven thousand and eighty-one,” he challenged. “Seventy-three and ninety-seven,” I smiled at him crookedly. “You picked ...

... two high primes and multiplied them in your head, didn’t you?” He gave me an embarrassed smile, caught red handed trying to trick me. “That’s pretty good at short notice.” I was a little impressed. “Not as impressive as instantaneously factorising four digit numbers,” he marvelled. “It’s not instantaneous,” I admitted. “You probably know all the primes under one hundred?” “Mmmm? Probably,” he agreed. “I might need a couple of seconds to think about some of them.” “Well you just need to memorise the product of any two of them,” I shrugged. “And it doesn’t hurt to be able to quickly recognise multiples of three when you’re doing it for Belinda.” He looked at me with serious eyes. “You’re very smart,” he shook his head slowly, watching me in a way that made me feel warm inside. “Does that make me scary?” I asked, looking shyly down at my drink. “Scary wasn’t the word that I was thinking of,” he said. Actually, he kind of sighed it. I wondered what his beard would feel like against my cheek. ~~~ The party was fun. I got a little bit drunk, I danced badly with Kevin (not something either of us will be hurrying to repeat) and of course I won the fancy-dress competition with a spontaneous, rapturous ovation from all of the boys in the crowd. I couldn’t believe I’d kept Hermione in the closet for so long. I loved this dress; I loved how it made me feel and I was hungry to experience more. Finally it came time to go home. We live close to the university so Kevin offered to walk with me, ...