Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7

... an explosive orgasm. And anyway, I was sure. Hermione had taken me on all kinds of magical adventures in my imagination. Sure, she’d been a part of the most painful episode of my life, but she’d made up for that by finding my true love, who was now standing right beside me. Perhaps surprisingly, she’d never got me laid – surprising because of all the men I could have chosen at that university HAGS party, almost every one of them would want me because I was Hermione. Except Kevin. This was the end though, the end for me and Hermione. It wasn’t a real wedding – and I couldn’t legally use Kevin’s surname yet – but after this I wasn’t Miss Granger anymore. It was time to move on. What was that Bible passage they often used at weddings? “When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things.” That’s how I felt. And it wasn’t just my Harry Potter fantasy I was ready to put away. With an eerie prescience I realised that this was also the end of my sex-with-a-stranger fantasy. It’s not that I didn’t like it, or didn’t want it; I just knew that after its fulfilment I wouldn’t need it. Oh, we’d still play games, I didn’t doubt that for a moment. What I needed was Kevin. I’d only ever had one man, but it took another to show me that one was enough. “Do you, Hermione Granger, take this man …,” Mr Smith paused, but Kevin helped him out. “Kevin Marsh,” he turned again to check in with me, his eyes asking whether he should have said ...

... ‘Ron Weasley’ or ‘Harry Potter’. I just smiled at him reassuringly while I timed my breathing to Josh’s delectably slow fucking down below. “… take this man, Kevin Marsh, to be your unlawfully wedded husband?” There were a few giggles from the crowd at Mr Smith’s freestyling. “To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, until death do you part?” Forsaking all others? Goodness, hurry up Josh; I don’t want to lie. “Sure,” I answered. “I can live with that.” That got another giggle from the crowd. “And do you, Kevin Marsh, take this woman, Jean- … ah, Hermione Granger, as your lawfully designated Sponge Toss target?” Outright laughter this time, including Kevin. “To lock in a plywood box, to pelt with wet sponges, for the enjoyment of others and for the profit of the school, for as long as you both shall put up with it?” “I do,” answered Kevin. All of the sponges had been returned and were handed out to everyone in the front row of the crowd, so it didn’t take a genius to work out what was going to happen next. Well, what was going to happen on the outside of the booth at least, because what was happening on the inside – especially what was happening inside the steaming, tight confines of my pussy – was something I’d prefer to keep private. Josh had abandoned my breast and now held both of my hips for better leverage. As wet as I was, he still needed to move slowly to combat the ...