8 comments/ 13523 views/ 9 favorites Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 01 By: blin18 Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 01 "Miss Granger," he repeated, now that he had our attention. "A plain but ambitious girl seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards." It was a quote from Goblet of Fire; a passage where Hermione was incensed to read a cruel newspaper article about herself. It was clever wit by Chester's standards. I froze, loathing rose up inside me like bile; to be teased with one of the few things I truly loved. But Chester wasn't done. "How're you doing Ricky?" he sneered. "Casting any spells? Has she done any magic on your wand?" Rick leaped up like he had been bitten. Nobody likes to be the focus of the school bully – I know I sure didn't – but to be caught by a prick like Alan Chester in the tentative stages of your very first romance; well, some people wouldn't blame him for what he did next. I'm not one of those people. "Aw, get real, Chester!" he ambled over and chucked him on the shoulder like they were mates. "I was just seeing if she'd fall for it and now you've messed it up." He could have left it there, but no. "And she's just like Hermione. She'd do every wizard in Hogwarts given half a chance." Oh Rick. What did you just do? Chester laughed like this was the funniest thing he'd heard all year, rather than the most cruel and stupid and hurtful. He turned and put an arm around Rick and said "Tell me everything, man" as they walked off, leaving me speechless with a half-read novel (which would stay that way) and with tears of rage and shame welling up in my eyes. I spent the period after lunch crying in the girls' toilets; lucky for me there's no roll-call in Year 10. At home after school, I spent a few minutes screaming into my pillow, another hour crying, and then did the only thing I truly regret from that day; I hunted out my Goblet of Fire paperback and ripped out the page that Chester had quoted, tore it into tiny pieces and then hurled it out my bedroom window in a fit of impotent grief. After five years as my constant imaginary companion, Hermione had let me down. That probably sounds like a harsh judgement on a storybook character; especially one who handled her detractors with far more grace and composure than I did; but that was how I felt. Like a wing-man (is wing-girl even a thing?), she had brokered my introduction to Rick, vouched for his suitability as a romantic interest, and she had virtually placed my hand in his; and in another minute she might have pressed his lips to mine. But then she let that ignorant shit – no, check that, BOTH of those ignorant shits – tear out my heart. Of course it didn't end there. Word got around and other people tried out 'Miss Granger' jokes on me just to see how I would react. 'Badly' as it turned out; and even though that helped my cause not at all, nobody ever came close to the stunning cruelty and timing of Alan Chester that sunny day on the oval. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix came out in paperback the following year. I bought it and read it at home, but like my love of the series, the story was dark and dangerous with conspiracy and torture and smear campaigns. I felt nothing. The Prisoner of Azkaban movie debuted in my final year of high school and that started the teasing again with fresh fervour. To the delight of my high-school peers (and to my horror), Hermione, now a pretty 14-year-old, looked almost more like me than I did. Dad was still buying me first editions at Christmas and I was still reading the paperbacks at home, but the magic of Harry Potter was spoiled. I finished high school friendless and without ever having a boyfriend; nobody would make Rick's mistake and associate with me for fear of making themselves a target. At least Hermione was getting somewhere with Ron. I envied her. Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 02-03 Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 02-03 "Pardon?" his eyes widened with surprise, not quite sure he heard that right. "My name's Jeannie," I said, moving my lips closer to his ear, ostensibly to make sure he heard me, but also to smell his aftershave, which was something woody and reminiscent of the outdoors. "I'm Kevin," he copied my action by leaning close to my ear and I felt a tingle of excitement wondering if he was smelling me too. "I'm sorry," he continued, "but I have to confess that I don't know you." "What?" I smiled, but I was confused. "Well that makes us even." "No," he shook his head. "I don't recognise you. I mean, I know you're some kind of celebrity, but I'm not very good with names or faces." This was entertaining. I usually get told exactly who I look like, but this was almost the exact opposite. "Then how do you know I'm not just some boring Pure Maths post-grad?" I grinned playfully. "Because there's a life-sized cardboard cut-out of you beside the sign-up desk," he informed me. "That's why I noticed you when I came in. I thought you were another cut-out until you moved." "Oh!" I said, disappointed. "Is that the only reason?" "Um? Oh, no," he backpedalled. "Just at first. Your dress; it's … um … very …" "Conspicuous?" "Striking, I was going to say," he laughed, recovering nicely. "But yes, that too." We looked around together at the collection of t-shirts and jeans, plus a small number of Hogwarts school uniforms like Belinda's. "Why are there school kids here drinking Jimmy-and-Coke?" I suddenly understood the last minute of conversation; he doesn't know Harry Potter or Hogwarts, and he certainly doesn't know Hermione Granger. "Kevin," I laughed. "Do you know what party you're at?" "Hags?" he asked uncertainly. "Which stands for?" I raised an eyebrow. I shouldn't tease, but this was kind of fun. "I didn't know it stood for anything," he admitted, scratching his beard. "I just thought it was playful self-deprecation, like the Old Bastards Club. Hardly any of them are old … I didn't ask about their parents though."  "So you came to HAGS to see if it was studded with young hotties?" I laughed. "No," he shook his head, smiling to indicate that he got the joke. "I told you, I'm looking for someone. He told me to meet here." "Hi Kev," Belinda returned carrying fresh drinks. "Andrew says he running late. He told me to find you and feed you beer." She handed cans to both of us. "I didn't know you two knew each other." "We don't," I said, my mind was trying to catch up. I was beginning to enjoy Kevin's company and when Belinda stepped in, my inner lioness growled 'he's mine'.  "Hang on, how do you two know each other?" "Kevin is Andrew's best mate," Belinda explained. "Now, Jeannie," she smiled at me, "we need to find you a guy so that you don't scare the game away from Kev. When Andrew gets here, he's going to want to get straight into wing-man mode." "Oh!" I looked back and forth between Kevin and Belinda. How could I tell her I'd already picked a man to meet? "I thought I might … ah …" "I'm messing with you, Jeans," she giggled. "You two are cute. And single! How cool is that?" "So, ah, you two know each other," Kevin frowned. "Roommates," Belinda smiled. "Or are we besties, sweetie?" "Besties," I agreed with a forced smile. Until you scare Kevin off, then you're public enemy number one, bitch. "And you're not a celebrity?" Kevin asked. "Did you tell him you were Emma Watson?" Belinda laughed. "That's my job, stop spoiling my fun!" "I'm a boring, Pure Maths post-grad," I smiled at Kevin. "Oh!" he said. He didn't look disappointed at all. "I'm Applied Maths. Honours year, so technically a dirty under-grad like Belinda." "I don't think anybody's quite like Belinda," I laughed. "Hey, our Number Theory lecturer told us a maths joke," Belinda chimed in. "It's a bit dirty, though." "Say no!" I grabbed Kevin's wrist in mock horror. "Don't get her started!" "If I said no," he grinned, "would you tell it anyway, Blin?" "Why is a prime number like a virgin?" she asked. "If you ignore her, she'll go away," I smiled at Kevin, still holding his wrist. I probably should let go soon. "I don't know, Belinda," said Kevin, playing the straight-man to a tee. "Why is a prime number like a virgin?" "Because the only things that go into it are one and itself," she sang, holding up first one and then two fingers together. I jerked involuntarily, spilling some of my nearly-full beer; I'm sure Kevin felt it through my hand on his wrist. At twenty-four, I was feeling more than a little self-conscious about my virginity and Belinda had caught me off guard with a thinly veiled joke about female masturbation, which is the only kind of sexual contact I get. I felt a warm flush rising up my 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. Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 04-05 Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 04-05 Belinda put the earrings in and tied on the red hair ribbon just as I finished my makeup and I was ready with three minutes to spare. If I was going to be seeing more of Kevin then I hoped this wouldn't set unrealistic expectations about how long it takes to get ready to go out. I looked at the final product in the mirror. It was me (of course), in my clothes, with my hair and makeup ... but it looked like someone else entirely. Someone really sexy. It was the juxtaposition, the demure skirt versus the bare legs and sexy shoes, the school-girl hair-ribbon versus the sexually suggestive red lipstick and earrings. Those combinations created a tension – a frisson – that was somehow sexier than a flat-out slinky dress and come-fuck-me boots. "Oh, wow!" I whispered. "That's different." "I call it 'Slutty Sunday-School Teacher'," Belinda said, smiling at me in the mirror. "You still have time for that nervous wee. I'll go watch for Kev." I turned to face her and felt a lump rising in my throat. I was so excited about seeing Kevin again and so thankful for the way Belinda was playing mother-hen; all of the urgency and emotion was building inside me and coming to a head. I wanted to thank her but I would probably start crying, so I just hugged her instead. "Thank you," I mouthed in her ear, squeezing harder; I don't even know if she heard. Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 04-05 Straining deeper with his first two fingers brought the bent knuckle of his ring-finger to my clitoris. "O-God-O-God-O-God!" I cried in a panicky contralto as I felt a fire spread out and engulf my loins; it was the beginnings of an orgasm. "Again!" I begged in his ear. He kept fucking me with both fingers but straightened the ring-finger, sliding its length over my clitoris like a violin bow. "Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh," I gasped in time with his thrusts, heat and pressure building inside me, the muscles in my thighs and down my back tensing for the moment I knew was almost there. "Please! Please, just a little more," I gasped in his ear. He strained again with his arm while I arched my back, driving his fingers into me all the way to the webbing, flicking wetly back and forth over my clitoris as he held his ground deep into my core. I couldn't breathe. "Yes!" I squeaked, my eyes pinched shut and lips peeled back from my teeth. And then I was there; an electric heat burned white-hot in my centre for a moment and then exploded through me. Back arching and legs straightening, I involuntarily clamped shut on Kevin's hand, trapping it in my clenching, spasming pussy while the climax racked my body in powerful waves. Finally I could take a breath and I gasped hungrily, trying not to spit on him when another surge coursed through me, making me shiver and moan through clenched teeth in his ear, bucking my groin against his leg and wishing it was his cock trapped inside me instead of his fingers. "Oh! Thank you. Thank you," I gasped in his ear as I slowly came down from the last contraction and released his hand, feeling his fingers slide wetly from my pussy. "Sorry about that," I grinned as he shook some feeling back into them after being crushed between my thighs. "Are you ready to go home now?" he asked, kissing me softly as I rearranged my skirt. "Uh huh," I said. "I don't want to do it here." Just to let him know that – oh yes – we absolutely were going to do it. "How long until the next ferry?" "Not long," he answered, fishing out his phone and looking at the time. "How fast can you move in those heels?" "Fast enough with the right motivation," I grinned, boldly squeezing his cock though his jeans. Oh my goodness, it was hard and thick and I felt it surge powerfully beneath my fingers. I couldn't wait to have it inside me. Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 06-07 Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 06-07 We kissed again, less desperately but more enjoyably; I wanted to enjoy all of this, to remember every moment. Still kissing, we edged towards the bedroom, shedding shoes along the way while I unbuttoned Kevin's shirt for the second time that night and he pulled my blouse over my head. He started fumbling at my strapless bra clasp, and silently thanking Belinda again, I slipped my fingers up and under the cups and pulled it straight down to my waist. "That's very practical," he mumbled into my lips as I unzipped his jeans and dropped them to his ankles. Guiding him slowly backwards into my bedroom, he miraculously managed to step out of them without tripping over. I got his shorts down to his thighs before I backed him into the bed and then gave him a light shove to sit him down, giving me my first chance to look at his cock as he quickly pulled off his shorts. It looked much as it had felt on the ferry: hard and thick and utterly wonderful, twitching nervously like a divining rod. I unclasped my bra, leaving me in the cornflower-blue skirt and nothing else. Standing over Kevin lying on the bed, I reached behind for the zip, about to take it off. "No, leave it on," he gulped. "Huh?" I looked down at him, my head spinning with lust and now confusion. "Leave it on," he repeated, reaching for my waist and drawing me towards him. "It looks so hot!" I climbed onto the bed, straddling his body as he lay back on the covers, and realised with an excited rush that beneath the skirt, my naked pussy was poised directly above his cock. I was so horny I almost couldn't stand it; every part of me wanted to lift the tip to my soaking entrance and simply slide down onto it, putting paid to this whole virginity saga once and for all. And I almost did! With his shaft lying flat against his body, I lowered down until I felt it kiss against my open pussy lips, the wet surface tension forming an attraction that felt wilful, almost like they didn't want to be separated. Then I heard Belinda's voice in my head, my own imagination providing the perfect note of sarcasm that I knew she would use, as if she was in the room coaching me. "Sure, sweetie. Go ahead. I can see you're in a hurry. And that's good, because he's about three wet strokes away from coming. At least the first time will be memorable for one of you." With one hand on my breast, another cupping my bottom beneath the skirt, and his hard member twitching and teasing my pussy lips, I almost told Imaginary Belinda to go fuck herself. I could hear Kevin holding his breath as his cock made those long flexes and I realised that he was trying and probably failing to hold his orgasm at bay. And I wasn't far behind! Every time I touched my clitoris to his shaft I felt a little bolt of pleasure ripple through me, making my nipples hard and my skin prick with goose-bumps. Resigned to the commitment to wait a little longer for my prize, I sat down more heavily on his shaft, pressing it into my glistening slit and forcing my lips to open wide, his hard manhood touching me everywhere from my perineum to my aching clitoris and most especially my steaming, yearning entrance in-between. The little bolts of pleasure in my clitoris became one huge thunderclap of ecstasy that froze the breath in my chest. My hips pumped reflexively and ground his dick against my sex, prolonging and compounding the pure wave of bliss radiating from my pussy. "Oh God," I whimpered in his ear. "I think I'm coming!" That was all the permission Kevin needed; he expelled a groan that I think was his first breath in about thirty seconds and grabbed my backside in both hands, driving my pussy against his throbbing cock and thrusting up against me, pounding my clitoris with glorious explosions while I writhed on top of him and a wave of heat built in my core and then spread out through my stomach and thighs. And then he was coming. I felt him swell and throb along the length of my slit, and then his cock was bucking like a rodeo bull beneath my pussy. The vibration of cum rushing along the underside reverberated through my clitoris in a way that a toy could never replicate, tipping me over the edge and sending me into writhing spasms on his cock, unable to bear the acute agony of ecstasy, but equally unable to lift myself off the magnificent, throbbing tool that had me almost paralysed with pleasure. When Kevin stopped coming, the buzzing in my clitoris finally waned and I floated down from the intense peak of my climax, spent and satisfied. All I wanted now was to cuddle; Belinda didn't warn me about this, I don't think she expected me to come in the warm-ups. I laid down on top of Kevin and nuzzled into the soft bristles on his neck, my pussy still hugging his softening cock and a warm, squidgy mess squelching between our bellies. This skirt was going to need to soak. "Jeannie?" he said softly into my ear. "Mmm hmm?" I didn't raise my head. Didn't even open my eyes. "That was … ," he paused. Nice? Too short? Not what he expected? "Round One," I finished for him, which I thought answered all of the above. "When's Round Two?" I could hear the smile in his voice. "Soon," I said. "Let's shower first. Do you want to watch a movie?" "Not Harry Potter, right?" "Not Harry Potter," I agreed, grinning. I'd never felt less like school-girl witch, Hermione Granger in my life. It was nice. Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 06-07 "Are you …," Kevin began. "Safe?" "It's not my time," I said. My period ended right before the party – two nights ago – but I saw a prescription in my very near future. There's no way I was going over to condoms after that. "The movie's still going," he said. "Do you want to rewind?" "No," I smiled. We could still catch Vesper and Bond fucking if we cleaned up in a hurry. "The good bit's coming up. If you're lucky it'll get me in the mood." "You know, I am feeling lucky," he said thoughtfully. Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 08-09 Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 08-09 With both of my hands tied, Kevin moved down my body a fraction to position the hard bulge in his pants over my pussy and then leaned back down to kiss me. This time I kissed back – it was a reluctance fantasy, not a non-consent fantasy – but then turned my head away whispering "No. I don't want to," all the while rubbing my pussy deliciously against that throbbing bulge. Very quickly, Kevin rocked backwards onto his feet and pulled my panties down to my knees in the same movement. "No!" I squawked in mock horror, crossing one leg over the other to hide my naked pussy. Kevin was briefly crouched over my knees – which would be catastrophic for him if I was really trying to fight him – but I was taking care not to kick him and thus bring my fantasy to a premature end with him curled up on the floor and me still tied to the bed. Instead he leaped off, peeling off my soaking panties as he went. He grabbed one ankle and slipped another noose around it while I tried to kick out of his grasp, wriggling and opening my legs wide so he could see how wet he was making me. Walking around the foot of the bed, he did the same to the other leg and pulled them tight, stretching me wide open and helpless while I desperately tried not to show how much I was loving it. "Now …," he said, standing beside the bed and looking down at me, naked except for my sexy half-cup bra and completely at his mercy. I looked back up at him, wide eyes glinting with excitement, which could maybe be mistaken for apprehension and fear. Or maybe not; I'm no expert. Kevin pulled the slip off a pillow and fitted it quickly over my head. "What?" I cried, genuinely surprised. "No! No mea…," in my shock I almost used the safe-word, no-means-no, but stopped myself at the last moment thinking that it might be sexy not to be able to see what he was about to do to me. Besides, the slip was loose over my head and I could breathe easily so it was hardly any less comfortable, and I could always use the safe-word properly if it turned out I didn't like it. "Okay?" he asked softly, breaking from the role-play when he heard me almost give up. "Don't!" I cried out meekly. "Let me go. I'm frightened. I don't want to do it anymore!" Which of course meant I wanted to be filled up with as much cock as he had to give me, and please for fuck's sake hurry because I'm so horny I could burst. "Good!" he said decisively. I could hear him pulling off his shirt and unzipping his pants; I wished I could see how hard he was and how much he wanted me. I felt the mattress flex as he climbed back onto the bed and then the lightest touch on my ribcage, just below my bra. Finger? Tongue? I could feel a cool trail as it moved lightly down and over my stomach. Tongue, then. His cock might leave a wet trail too, but not one that long. It weaved across the other side of my stomach and over my hip, skirting close to my pubic hair and then down to my inner thigh where it stopped. He kissed me lightly down there, about eight inches below my glistening slit, sucking little circles of skin between his lips and gently tonguing them before releasing and moving to a new location ever closer to my entrance. My pussy felt like it was on fire. With my legs spread so wide, he could get into every nook and crevice at the junction of my thighs. And he did! The tendons at the tops of my thighs were stretched taut and standing proud, creating erogenous hollows both above and below that Kevin pampered with slow loving kisses and caressed with the hard point of his tongue. I could feel juices trickling from my gaping entrance and running down over my perineum. Kevin's tongue touched there – tasting me – and I arched my pussy down to try to bring his tongue to my wanton slit but he just teased me and licked lazily around the edges of my opening, occasionally treating me with the lightest of feather touches to pink wings of my inner labia. "What was that?" Kevin asked urgently? I heard it too, a noise somewhere outside the bedroom. "Don't go anywhere!" he said with a smile in his voice as I felt him climb off the bed and pad over to the door. "Shit. I left the front door open." I heard him leave the room and then the sound of the front door closing a few moments later. And then silence. "Kevin?" I didn't say it very loud. I didn't need to, there were no other sounds and he could hear me perfectly well from anywhere in the apartment. I listened intently, not sure whether the pillow slip over my head was affecting my hearing. There was nothing. Just pure silence. Was this part of the game? Making me wait? I was so hot and ready for sex that it didn't seem like a fun game to me; I just wanted him to come back into the bedroom and finish me off. I could almost feel my clitoris thrumming; I'd probably come in about three quick strokes. I waited another ten-count in the perfect silence, listening to my own heartbeat in my ears. "Kevin?" I tried to put a bit of impatience into my voice. "This isn't very funny. Come and finish what you started." I realised that I'd fallen out of my role and began to get annoyed for real, partly with Kevin and partly with myself for being so easily shaken out of the game. Why would he do it anyway? There's nothing sexy about leaving me naked and blindfolded and tied to the bed to cool off when he could be filling me with hot cock at this very moment. Unless he was watching me. I listened intently again, cocking my head to the side and not breathing. Had he snuck back into the bedroom without me hearing? It was possible. Especially with the slip over my ears, I might not have heard him. It was the only thing that made sense, him watching me, my hands tied helplessly behind my head and my legs stretched across the bed, pulling the lips of my pussy apart. I thought about him standing there, breathing softly through his mouth and holding his rigid cock, a drop of pre-cum beading on the tip as he stared greedily at my open sex and imagined sinking his shaft into its tight, silken sheath in a single thrust. So it was part of the game! What was my role now? Did he want me to do something? Should I struggle against the bonds? Just to check, I tried touching my hands together to see if I could loosen one noose with the other hand, but it was useless, they were just too far apart. Suppose he wanted me to pretend he was really was gone and I was on my own. How would I get untied? I'd have to scream for help, I guess, and then someone would come to rescue me. What if a guy came to help? What if he was on his own? What if he saw how naked and helpless I was? Oh my God! What if he saw how wet I was? This fantasy might not be part of the game, but I felt a fresh trickle of pussy juices run from my entrance and down to my anus. What if a guy came in and just helped himself to what was on offer? And what would it feel like? Blindfolded and helpless with a strange cock sliding into my pussy, thicker than Kevin, pumping me slowly, stretching me until I could take his full girth and then giving me more length, inch by inch until his thick cock was all the way inside and my yawning pussy lips were stretched taut around the base. I felt my heart quicken at the fantasy. I imagined the stranger fucking me deeply, his monster cock buried inside me and pressed against my cervix, rocking back and forth while the tight muscles of my pussy squeezed and polished his shaft until he climaxed, finishing inside me and filling me with his hot cum. Oh my goodness! My pussy was incandescent; it felt like it was glowing with wet heat. I wanted to squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache in my throbbing vulva, but the ropes around my ankles had me stretched wide. I clenched the muscles in my pussy to try and quell the fire building there and felt it wink closed, only to peel open again when I released. Was that a sigh? I thought I heard a soft breath as I clenched my pussy. Kevin must be here, watching me, silently stroking his cock and seeing me get wetter and wetter. I held my breath and listened again, but there was nothing. What was he doing? Was he just standing there? Maybe he was closer than I thought. Maybe he was leaning over the bed with his lips close to my pussy. Now that I had imagined it, I could feel the radiant warmth of his face close to my thighs and I was sure I was right. I thrust my pussy upwards hoping to surprise him, but nothing happened; it was just my imagination playing tricks. But I could still feel that warmth on my thighs. Was that the movement of air? Did I just feel his breath on me? Now I was hearing and feeling phantom breaths. What other clues could I use without sight? Smell? Could I even smell him through the pillowcase? I'm so used to his deodorant that I probably wouldn't smell it anyway. Was he wearing cologne tonight? Concentrating hard, I took a slow, deep breath, flaring my nostrils and searching for a scent that would betray him. I took a second and third breath. Maybe there was something. I could smell my own sex, but maybe there was something else, a softer scent. Vanilla? It didn't smell familiar. Heck, I'm not even sure I smelled anything at all. "Kevin?" I said softly. There was no response. It was starting to get weird. "Kevin, just finish me off. I want you." I waited, breathing through my mouth and listening intently. Still there was nothing. The excitement of my stranger fantasy was wearing off again. This game had gone long enough. I steeled myself to use a sterner voice. "Kev… ARRRGH!" I felt something and shrieked in surprise. It was a touch, right in the pink inner folds of my pussy. My heart leaped in my chest and I strained uselessly against the bonds. "JESUS, WHAT THE…," I began, and then "Ohhh!" as whatever had touched me forced rudely inside and began slowly pumping my pussy. Oh my God, what was it? There was no one on the bed other than me. A finger? No, thicker. A thumb? Yes, probably. I felt it fuck deeper into me, my tight entrance stretching and closing around a hard knob of bone. Definitely a thumb. "Oh my God, Kevin!" I gasped, partly from the surprise and partly from the pleasure of finally having something in my pussy. "You scared the shit out of me!" Still there was no response and no sound, just the wet, hungry sucking of my pussy as that thumb slowly fucked me. What was the game now? I knew he was there so why wasn't he saying anything? It wasn't like him. (What was that again?) It wasn't like him… Oh my God. I went cold. The front door was open. What if it's not him? What if it's a stranger pretending to be him? But then what happened to Kevin? He didn't just walk away. He didn't get bludgeoned and fall unconscious to the floor. I would have heard that. Obviously this was Kevin pretending to be someone else. Obviously, right? But why didn't he put on a little pantomime of falling over or yelling "Oh my God" before a big crash? Why just the silence? It didn't make sense. I'd almost reassured myself that the owner of the thumb gently fucking me was only Kevin. But what if it wasn't? What if! I'll use the safe word, I thought. I actually opened my mouth to do it and then froze. What if it wasn't Kevin? It was impossible and it was just nerves getting to me, but what if it wasn't Kevin? A stranger wouldn't respond to our safe word; he'd keep going and then I'd know for sure that I was here alone and helpless and terrified and being fucked by a stranger. If it was Kevin, he'd stop and the breathless, terrifying, and utterly orgasmic thumb-fucking would stop too. What if I just let it continue? Because it's Kevin. Of course it's Kevin. But I could pretend it wasn't. I could pretend I was being fucked by a stranger. If he did anything too weird – if he did anything too scary – I could use the safe-word and he would stop. He would stop, right? Because it's Kevin, and Kevin respects my trust. And if he didn't stop? Well, then I'd scream. Sure, I'd scream, and then he'd run – whoever he was – and someone would come and untie me. Someone safe. But only if it gets weird. Or scary. Until then, I could just enjoy the sex because … because after all, it's Kevin. That mysterious disembodied thumb in my pussy had been joined by a mysterious disembodied finger – a knuckle, actually – and it was pressed against my clitoris, sliding around in my juices while the hard nub of my love button slipped left and right beneath it. As delicious as the thumb-fucking was, I had a deeper itch, a furnace heat building in the depths of my pussy that it couldn't reach. I was pumping my hips in time to his thumb now, rising to meet each stroke, thrusting at the last moment and gasping as he buried it up to the webbing and the thicker meat below the thumb drove into my opening and spread me wide. "Please," I gasped, my breath ragged and strained. "Please finish me with your cock. I want to feel you come inside me." And with that the thumb stopped. Well, actually it paused. Right at the bottom of the stroke. I had thrust upwards and my bottom dropped back onto the bed as that loving opposable digit slid wetly from my pussy. There was still no other sound apart from my ragged breathing, now hot and moist inside the pillow slip covering my head. The pad of the thumb kept caressing my opening, as if the owner was inspecting my pussy, maybe deciding whether or not I was worth fucking. It wasn't typical of Kevin and even though I knew it was him, the not knowing was simply breathtaking. I don't think I'd ever been hornier. Finally the thumb broke contact and I heard the delightfully welcome sound of a zipper followed by the rustle of pants being removed. (Zip?) I smiled beneath my pillow slip. Yep, you've still got it Jeannie. Even tied up and helpless, the guys just gotta follow your instruction. I felt the mattress flex as he climbed onto the bed between the stretched vee of my naked legs and I imagined him kneeling there, cock in hand, stroking it as he contemplated my pink, soaking entrance. (Zip!) Something was asserting itself from my subconscious. I was trying to concentrate of the mental image of Kevin (or anyone! Remember, it could be anyone) kneeling between my thighs but something else was clamouring for attention in my brain. A feeling like déjà vu. Kevin moved closer and I lifted my knees up as far as the ropes would allow to give him better access to my pussy, and I shivered with anticipation as I felt him moving into position with his knees touching the backs of my thighs. (ZIP!) What am I trying to remember? Was it something I saw? But I haven't seen anything since the blindfold went on. Something I imagined? Maybe, but being helpless is a common fantasy for me and I'd been thinking about being fucked by a stranger several times tonight, so that didn't feel right. I felt another touch at my entrance, softer than before. Not a thumb this time, but the head of his cock. I drew a sharp intake of breath and vocalised my mounting desire and need on the exhale, anticipating the beautiful moment when his hard cock would breach me. Something I heard? I haven't heard much of anything. Just the wet sounds of my pussy, my own breathing, Kevin's zipper … (ZIP!!!) Kevin's zipper. A tidal wave of adrenaline swamped me, sending a chill down my spine and making my heart race. His zipper! I heard it when he undressed right after blindfolding me, and now I heard it again, just a minute ago. He'd been naked when he left the room to close the front door; I was sure of it. And he left so quickly, he didn't have time to redress. And now there was a cock tracing the length of my slit, touching my clitoris and firing off cannon-bursts of ecstasy, a cock that until a minute ago had been inside a pair of pants. A cock that didn't belong to Kevin! (no-means-no-means-no-means-no-meansnomeansnomeansNOMEANASNOMEANSNO!) I opened my mouth to say it, to scream it, but just as I drew in breath to do so, he pushed firmly into my pussy, his cock hard and cool in my furnace core like a bar of iron thrust into a forge. The soft skin of his cock-head parted the hot, velvety walls of my sheath, all the way inside in a single wet stroke until I felt the tip touch down on my cervix and his pubis against the engorged, tender lips of my sex. "O-h-h-h-h-mmm!" It was supposed to be "No-means-no," but all that came out was a gasp of pure, undiluted ecstasy, and before I could take another breath to try again he pulled three quarters of the way out and drilled me again, thrusting at the end and bumping my labia in way that could have been painful but just fired off another mortar shell of bliss in my core. In that extra moment, I was able to think about what the safe-word meant. And the thing is: nothing had changed! If it was Kevin then this wonderful, raw, terrifying sex would stop. If it wasn't Kevin then I would lie here helpless and petrified while I was raped by a stranger. But if I didn't use the safe-word…. If I didn't use the safe word then I could pretend it was Kevin. Or I could pretend that I was pretending that it wasn't Kevin; I was too confused and too horny to even think straight. All I knew for sure was that I had never been so frightened in my life, and even so I was about thirty seconds away from an orgasm of such intensity that it might be life-threatening. "Oh my God! Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me!" I could hear the waver in my own voice and it frightened me even more, but now I was lifting into his thrusts, tilting my hips to drive him deeper, his cock-head pounding my cervix and driving each breath from my lungs faster than I could take a new one. "Yes! Yes!" I cried in time to his pounding cock. I was tipping over the edge. "I'm almost there!" I husked. "Cum in me!" I felt rough hands grab at the curve of my hips and his cock – this powerful, rampant stranger's cock – swelled and ploughed into my womanhood and held there. Mashed up against my pussy, my swollen labia peeled back in a wet embrace against the base of his cock and balls, I felt the freight-train rumble of cum coursing through his shaft and emptying into the steaming, desperate sheath of my sex. The thought of this stranger's cum arcing into my innermost core in thick, wet ropes – painting my love canal in his hot, strange spunk – it finished me, and finally I was coming too. The muscles in my thighs contracted but I was tied down and had nothing to squeeze and bear down on except his throbbing cock. Writhing and twisting against my bonds, my pussy muscles crushed down on his cock and sprayed hot cum out over my tingling, singing labia. As my orgasm peaked, every muscle in my body spasmed at once and I shook, moaning and crying out and trying to breathe at the same time, pulling furiously at the ropes on my ankles to force his cock deeper and grind my clitoris against his pubis. As I finally descended from my climax, the true horror of my situation finally dawned: bound and helpless, raped and in a few moments abandoned in a sticky, steaming pool of a stranger's cum and the juices of my own incredible orgasm. "No means no," I whispered, my eyes pinched shut against the tears that were about to erupt. I held my breath. The body above me collapsed heavily onto my chest, crushing my breasts and driving the breath out of me. The pillow slip pulled off my head and I blinked against the sudden brighter light. Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 08-09 "Jeannie! Jeannie! It's okay. It's just me." Kevin's voice. Oh my God. I blinked again and he came into focus, glancing alternately between my face and my wrists where he was fumbling to release me. "Oh Kevin," I breathed, crying in relief. He got my hands free and I threw them around his chest, burying my face in his neck. "Thank God. I was so frightened. I knew it was you … and then I didn't." "Shhh," he soothed me, stroking my hair. His softening cock was still inside me and with each hitching sob I forced it slowly out. "It's okay, Jeannie. It's all over now." I took a deep, wavering breath and held his head in my hands so that I could look into his eyes. I saw concern there, love too, but there was also a conflicted delight that he had achieved what he set out to do, but maybe hurt me in the process. He hadn't. I was just shocked and emotional, stunned from the intensity of my orgasm and the realism of my 'assault'. "Thank you," I whispered. "That was … incredible." And then I hugged him tight again, taking comfort from the safety of his body pressed into mine. "So do you want to do it again," he asked, a smile in his voice. "Oh, God yes," I enthused, rubbing my pussy wetly against him. "But not too soon. I won't fall for it as easily next time." "One more thing?" he asked quietly. "Anything," I sighed into his neck. My heart had almost returned to its normal rate and I was basking in the afterglow of the most wonderful, wonderful sex. "Jeannie, will you marry me?" He rolled to the side so that he could watch my expression. "Yes," I said without hesitation. "With all my heart. Now untie my legs and let me love you properly." He did. And I did. Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 10 Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 10 By the time the ride finished, my panic had given way to excitement again, and I was back to scheming on how to get these two potential lovebirds together. Rock Star clearly wasn't the answer, and it was getting to the point that we would have to wait in line to get back on. The Octopus beckoned. No queue, but more importantly it had cars that seat four people in a horseshoe formation, so these two could snuggle up nice and close and hold hands. I took the initiative as we ran off Rock Star and yelled "Queue's too long", and then led our happy, giggling trio (okay, so most of the giggling was coming from me) to The Octopus. We ran straight to a vacant car and I congratulated myself on getting Josh between me and Mandy. Triumph! I am the queen of match-makers, I almost yelled out loud. Let the courting begin! A-a-a-a-a-nd nothing! Hunky Josh was sitting six inches away from sexy Mandy the Slutty Nurse – she of the seated hemline that barely covered her panties – and what did he proceed to do? Absolutely! Fucking! Nothing! Worse, The Octopus was a bust. I swear it was around when my grandparents were young. I mean, it's not for little kids, but it just doesn't stack up in the excitement stakes anymore. What this ride would be good for is to let young lovers canoodle together and pretend to be scared, but obviously that wasn't going to happen. All of the breathless excitement and the yelling and screaming was melting away. I was out of ideas and thinking that our trio of thrill-seekers was going to break-up, but Mandy grabbed us both yet again as the ride finished. "Come on! Enterprise!" she commanded, leading us to the only one of the three rides that we were yet to try. I don't know about the others, but I was an Enterprise virgin; I don't like any ride that goes upside down, they're just a bit too scary. This one is a giant, flat, spinning wheel with gondolas around the outside. As it builds up speed, an arm lifts the wheel from horizontal to vertical, so while you start out just turning in flat circle, you're soon lurching ass-over-elbows in sickening loops. I almost didn't go on, but I was so caught up in the fun of playing with these kids that before I knew it we were running down the entry race and it was too late to back out. We bolted out onto the platform and Mandy immediately jumped into a free gondola. They seat two people straddling a low centre bench (like riding two-up on a horse or a motorcycle) and I entertained a brief fantasy that Josh would jump in with her. He didn't; he just ran past her to the next free gondola. Wus! Thwarted, I ran on but discovered that all of the gondolas were now taken. It was almost a relief; it meant I could sneak off and miss out without losing face. Except for the fact that there were spare seats, I just had to share. I'd completed a full circuit back to Mandy. She now had a partner in with her – another senior girl – but Josh was still on his own and saw me looking at him, conflicted and undecided. "Come on, Miss Granger," he beckoned to me with a welcoming smile. I looked down at my red dress and then back at the seat I would have to straddle. "Umm," I said indecisively, holding out my skirts and biting my lower lip. "It's okay," he said, sliding to the back. "You can go in front." Was that a good thing? I supposed so. A person behind me couldn't see up my dress, but nor could a person in front if they were facing forwards. The person in back would have to spread their legs with their knees around their partner's hips. Bare knees, in my case! That didn't seem like an appropriate position for a schoolteacher, so in-front was probably best. What the hell! Climbing in with Josh, I stepped one foot over the bench and was instantly aware of how close my bottom was to his face. Embarrassed, I plopped down onto the seat without realising how low it was; and with my knees up and bottom down, my hem slid straight down into my lap and flashed my parted thighs and lacy red panties to the world. I shrieked with surprise and clutched at my hem, dragging it back down to my knees as I whipped my head around to see if anyone had witnessed my moment of indiscretion. I craned back to look at Josh and could tell by the smile in his eyes that he knew exactly what I had done, but regretfully hadn't had the angle for a decent view. When the attendant came around and locked the gates on the gondolas, I still had my knees up and was holding my dress, but I knew I couldn't stay like that once the ride started. Two choices: legs stretched forwards – which would have me leaning back into Josh – or tucked more modestly beneath me in a kneeling position. I could probably use a bit more modesty at this point, so I folded my legs down with my feet tucked behind and instantly regretted it. Whereas before I was sitting on my bottom, now all of my weight was on my pussy and I was painfully aware of the fact that I wasn't sitting on my dress; it was just my panties between me and the padded surface of the bench, moulding into my every crevice. But I didn't have time to change my position. With a sickening lurch and a shudder, the ride began and both Josh and I clutched at the barred gates on either side. There were no safety restraints; apparently the centrifugal force was enough to keep us in our seats, even upside down. As we gained speed, that very force swung the hinged gondolas bottom-out, and I clutched those bars for dear life, screaming with a mix of terror and excitement while Josh did the same behind me. I was okay while it was spinning horizontally – well, kind of okay – but then as the great arm began to lift us at an angle, we started looping high and low and that exhilarating feeling of being swung around in a circle transformed into a far more terrifying one of being flipped head over heels. Up and over, eyes bulging and gibbering like an idiot, the school buildings to my side rotating with dizzying speed. I gripped the seat between my knees, afraid with every flip that the laws of physics would fail me and I would fall and crash into the upside-down gondola roof. Abandoning the barred sides, I clutched at the seat with both hands and hunkered down low, crying and screaming "Help me!" or maybe it was "Hold me!" Whichever, I felt Josh's large hands close around the tight, corset bodice of my dress just above my hips. My heart pounding with fear, that extra touch really was a comfort. I pushed myself back between his thighs, and every time we flipped over I braced against him until I had him pushed hard up against the back-rest. And then … oh dear … and then! Hunched over and hugging the bench, I was no longer sitting on my pussy. No, the soft panty-covered folds of my sex were now most surely pointed to the hindmost and rudely pressed (by me!) against the rapidly hardening bulge in the trousers of my erstwhile student and amusement-park-ride companion. But if only that was all! Oh, my word, the terror was gone but my blood was high and pounding in my ears. With his hands on my hips, I realised with horror that we were posed in a perfect parody of doggy-style sex. And of course the very second I thought about that, I thought how terribly easy it would be for him to simply unzip, pull my panties aside and slide into home plate. A task made all the more simple by the wetness I could feel gathering at my core, which was a situation unlikely to improve until I stopped rubbing my clitoris against the seat and my pussy lips against Josh's cock. Over and over we went. My terror all but forgotten now; the only thing I could think about was my excitement and the touch of Josh's straining shaft, which throbbed menacingly every time we turned over and I ground against him. Completely at the mercy of my libido now, I was lifting my bottom – effectively mounting him – and with a wiggle I managed to part my outer labia and groaned with pleasure as that hard bar of flesh in his trousers settled into the channel of my soaking slit. He felt so close to me. Almost inside me. It was incredible and frightening and wrong and so very, very sexy. I swear I could feel the throb of his heartbeat, and every time he flexed his cock it felt as though he would enter me. Could this situation get any worse? I thought not, but then incredibly it did; I was about to have an orgasm! I could feel that familiar tension building in my inner thighs and my clitoris was buzzing maddeningly with the rough contact of the panties wedged into my slit. Giving up to the inevitable, I closed my eyes and imagined Josh inside me, his cock building to an explosive orgasm deep within my sex. Just a few more strokes! Holding my breath I mounted him like a monorail and slid back down to the seat. Almost there! And then the hydraulic arm began to lower! Oh my God, no! We were turning round and round again – not up and over – and the momentum I had been using to push against him was lost. I was teetering on the edge and I needed just one more push. As we decelerated, Josh let go of my hips and my fantasy melted away. I just needed to mount him one more time but there was no longer any excuse to do so. And worse, with the dying screams of the other riders, the sound of me coming would be all the more obvious. Somehow rationality reasserted and with a wistful, panting sigh I pushed off him and sat up, unfulfilled but with all my nerve endings zinging with the fading glow of my near-climax. The Enterprise slowed to a stop and as we sat there in awkward silence waiting for the attendant to open our gondola. I tried and failed to think of something I could say to Josh that would make this better. "Miss Granger?" he said quietly from behind me. I couldn't turn around. "Yes Josh?" "Do you want to go again?" he asked, the tension in his voice so very obvious. "I would … but I don't think I should, Josh," I said quite truthfully. "That was a lot scarier than I thought." This time I did look over my shoulder and smiled at him. "And it's nearly time for my turn in the Sponge Toss. Will you come up later?" I wanted to let him know that we were okay. The attendant came by and opened our gate. "Sure, Miss Granger," he grinned lopsidedly. "I'll see you up there." That was my cue to get away from this awkwardness. I climbed out, studiously ignoring the wet patch I'd left on the seat and hoping Josh would do the same. "See you up there, Josh," I said, running out and not waiting for him. "Later, Miss Granger." Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 11 Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 11 And ready? Goodness, I felt like a whistling kettle, I was so ready! I placed the hand I was holding on my breast, showing him how hard my nipples were. For a moment he just cupped me lightly, moulding to my shape with his warm fingers as he basked in the sexy surprise of finding me naked, but then lifted the small weight of my breast as if testing it for firmness while he brushed a thumb tantalisingly across my areola. "Mmmmm," I sighed. "It's quite nice in here," I teased the crowd of boys outside who hadn't hit me with a sponge for a while. "I think I might stay a while." Of course the message was laced with a second meaning for Kevin; it meant "go for it, I'm ready". He cupped my other breast and I could sense him standing close behind, not quite touching me with his body. Unable to talk to him directly, I placed my hands over his and slowly rolled my torso in what I hoped was an erotic fashion to let him know how he was making me feel. Running my fingers down his forearms, I broke contact and tried reaching behind to stroke him through his trousers, but he took a step back to dodge me and then – holding my wrists – he gently directed my hands to the wall in front. The implication was obvious: you're trapped, you're my sex toy, brace yourself and leave the fucking to me. Well if you say so! I was almost shaking, I was so excited. I kept my hands flat to the wall while his hands returned to my breasts, stroking and lifting them and gently pinching my nipples between his fingertips. Slowly and sensuously he ran both hands down my sides, lingering to enjoy the soft curves around my waist, and then continuing all the way down to my thighs before returning to my hips. Stepping close enough for the front of his trousers to brush my bottom, he gently pulled on my hips, massaging the hard bulge of his cock in the cleft of my ass. With my legs already shoulder-width apart, I arched back to offer my pussy at a better angle. Leaving one hand on my hip, he reached down with the other to cup the mound of my sex, his middle finger laying along the length of my open slit with his fingertip poised tantalisingly over my entrance. I couldn't decide whether to push forwards into his fingers or backwards into his cock, and I indecisively settled for slowly pumping my hips between the two. I was so ready! Why didn't he have his cock in me already? The crowd outside had swelled in numbers even though I was barely acknowledging them, and now there were several teachers and a few senior girls to balance the majority of boys who were still paying for the privilege of throwing sponges at the pretty maths teacher with the horrid wedding dress. One of Kevin's hands abandoned my breast to fumble with his trousers. I desperately wanted to help him and to wrap my hand around his throbbing manhood, but in the absence of restraints I obediently played my part and kept my hands glued to the front wall of the booth. Finally I heard his trousers fall to the floor and he stopped stroking my wanton slit to pull down his trunks, but the brief loss was worth it because a moment later I felt his hot and throbbing cock press back into the cleft of my butt cheeks. He felt so thick and long and ready; it took all of my self-control not to reach back and jam him into my steaming entrance. Adjusting his feet to a wider stance, he brought his cock down to a level where he could take me from behind, but instead of pushing straight into me, he just rested the tip between my pussy lips and teased me, stroking his cock-head back and forth through the slick valley of my slit. Brushing my clitoris with each forward stroke and then poising over my entrance on the back-stroke, he teased me to the point of agitation where the only words I wanted to say were 'Take me!', but which I couldn't utter with the eyes of what felt like half the school watching me. "I'm getting bored, you guys," I said, ostensibly to the crowd. "Surely one of you has what it takes to drill one right down the middle!" That was as risqué as I dared attempt, I wanted to tell Kevin that play-time's over; the teasing was fun, but now it was time for the fucking to begin. On the next back stroke through my pussy lips, he stopped and repositioned his cock with his hand, and with a rush of anticipation I felt his cock-head engage with my entrance. It was that magical moment where he was both committed and yet not quite inside me. It's the most wonderful, exhilarating feeling of anticipation, just the slightest penetration, enough for me to realise that he could take me with the slightest movement of his hips, and yet choosing not to – choosing instead to prolong that moment of simultaneous bliss before he filled me with his powerful, throbbing cock and I would envelop him in the silky embrace of my sheath. I dared not breathe, trying to predict the moment when he would enter me. Now! No, now! No, wait …. "Hey look, it's Miss Granger's fiancé!" What the fuck? Blind. Heart stopping. Panic. How could anyone know Kevin was in here? Like a scene from a movie – a frightening, perverse, and darkly comic movie – the crowd parted and there he was, an impossible reality that my brain couldn't begin to process, it was Kevin stepping through the gap, smiling shyly with every face turned towards him. Thinking back, I don't believe I understood the truth of what I was seeing until the thick manhood between my pussy lips breached my entrance and slowly pushed inside the hot, silken cavern of my sex. Ironically, if Kevin had appeared a few moments later it would have made no difference at all, because there could be no mistaking the fact that the cock that was now sliding inexorably into my womanhood was most certainly not his. We don't use toys, and before Kevin I owned only a small collection of modestly sized vibrators. Certainly I had no experience with anything remotely like the monster gently forcing its way into my pussy. Oh my goodness, it felt like five cocks! I couldn't breathe! No, that's not quite right; I couldn't breathe out! I opened my mouth but all I could do was take these fluttery, gasping inward breaths until I thought my lungs would burst. Sensations in the rest of my body were shutting down, I couldn't feel the plywood wall with my fingers or the floor with my toes; my whole world had been reduced to the throbbing slab of meat that filled my rippling, straining sex. Kevin looked right and left for flying sponges and then stole towards the booth. "Lovely dress," he smiled. "Aren't you worried about ruining it before the big day?" "Um …," I couldn't even process the joke. "What? It's not … it's not mine. How did you …? Who…?" Kevin cupped my head in both hands and leaned in for a long, sensuous kiss. The crowd went wild and I heard a sponge splat into the wall beside him. My knees began to buckle and fold towards each other, but I was so full of cock I couldn't even close my legs. With a force of will, I straightened them again, but that relentless tool just used the relieved pressure to go deeper, touching down on my cervix with still no sign of the owner's groin touching my ass. With a suddenness that made me gasp into Kevin's lips, my pussy began to come. I don't mean that I began to come, it was just my pussy. It wasn't anything like orgasms I had experienced before; it wasn't a whole-of-body experience or even something that filled and spread outwards from my core. It was just a sudden peak of sensation in my pussy and nowhere else. In some ways it was like taking a pee after holding on for too long, just a long, slow, sweet release, making every nerve ending inside my sheath sing a high-C until it felt like I would shatter. I locked desperately onto Kevin's lips while I came. And I came. And I came! Kevin felt some of my desperation and passion and kissed me back with renewed vigour – probably enjoying showing off in front of the kids – and that just made my predicament worse. Finally I came down from my climax and regained some control over both my pussy and my breathing. With my sex still straining and stretched around that massive tool, I bore down on it with my secret muscles and nearly came again; the sheer size of it was holding me perpetually on the edge. With a perverse delight that really should have been panicked horror, I understood exactly who was fucking me. I mean, who else could it be? Maybe Josh had overheard me on the phone this morning. Maybe he just wanted to finish what we started on The Enterprise. However it happened, I realised that this was my Celebrity Bang. My own words from that night we got engaged rang in my ears: "And if I'm being banged by a Hermione-fancier in the dark – in my red dress – and I only work out half way through that it's not you, then I'm free to continue." Well I wasn't exactly in the dark, but I was unsighted. And I wasn't in my red dress anymore. But Josh was most definitely a Hermione-fancier and I did only work out it wasn't Kevin half way through. Oh my God! Do I have a free pass to do this? I guess the answer to that question was the same as 'Was Kevin serious when we made the Celebrity Bang pact?' I thought back to that night; was I serious about his Celebrity Bang? Would I let him sleep with Emma Watson? I think I'd be okay with it so long as he didn't leave me for her (and he shared the juicy details afterwards). And what about later that night when he tricked me into thinking there was a stranger in the room? He was totally into my fantasy, knowing that I thought I was being fucked by a stranger. But would he be totally into it for real? Let's face it Jeannie, if he isn't then it's a bit late to rewind. "Mmm. Nice," Kevin said, pulling away from our kiss. "But soggy." He wiped off some sponge-water from his lips that had transferred from me. "Mmm-hmmm," I agreed, not quite trusting myself to talk. Josh's cock was still inside me, but he wasn't moving it; he just held me, impaled and helpless on that throbbing monster while he stroked my naked breasts. "Hey! Don't they look cute?" a voice yelled. Maybe Mandy. "Let's do the wedding now." "Yeah, go for it," Kevin turned to face them, standing beside the suspended wedding dress, but at an angle where I could see him. "Where will you find a priest, though?" He challenged good-naturedly. "Or a Justice Of The Peace!" somebody shouted. "Or a ship's captain!" everyone was chipping in advice now. "That's only on the high sea!" "Well … if a captain can perform a wedding on the high sea," someone began with the irrefutable logic of a tipsy teenager. "Then when you're in a high-school …?" "PRINCIPAL SMITH!" about fifteen voices screamed in delighted unison. Oh dear God, no. Josh's impossibly thick cock swelled menacingly inside me, making me whimper and reminding me how close he held me to the edge of a climax. Mr Smith was produced from within a seething crowd of excited teenagers who were all simultaneously trying to tell him what they wanted him to do. "A mock wedding?" he exclaimed with jovial addle-mindedness, sounding more like Professor Dumbledore that ever. "YES!" they all yelled. "Miss Granger?" he asked. I wanted to say no, but then I didn't really see how this could get any worse. And it might help mask some of my reactions to what was happening inside the booth. I nodded my agreement and Kevin leaned in and kissed me again. "I don't even know how to start," Mr Smith muttered. "Dearly beloved!" Mandy cried euphorically, almost hopping up and down with excitement. She was definitely mixing something with her wine spritzer. "Dearly beloved," Mr Smith began. "We are gathered here today in the sight of …," he briefly considered and then rejected what he probably thought – under the circumstances – would be blasphemy. "… in the sight of a hundred rambunctious teenagers," an excited cheer from the crowd, "to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony." "Get to the good bits!" "Yeah, go straight to the I do's" Kevin turned and stole a glance at my disembodied and possibly horrified-looking face. Josh chose that moment to slowly pull his cock back through my straining lips. The wet, delicious friction of my sex tracing the contours and veins of his cock set my nerve-endings buzzing with ecstasy again, and this time I couldn't help but squeeze him tight, doubling the pressure, doubling the pleasure. He cupped a breast in one hand and held my hip with the other, and with the gentlest of strokes he began to slowly but forcefully fuck me, filling me to bursting and stretching me inside so I could take even more of that big, beautiful cock, and then withdrawing, leaving me empty and bereft and silently begging for more. "Do you, Jeannie Granger …" Mr Smith continued. "Hermione," I said, almost gasping. "If we're going to do it like this then then today I'm Hermione." That was a reward for Josh; as flattering as his attention felt, it was more of a Hermione-fetish than it was a teacher-fetish. "Really?" Kevin asked. He knew about my mixed experiences as Hermione's doppelganger and probably thought the wedding ceremony in front of all these kids would be too eerily reminiscent of the teasing I endured as a teenager. "Uh huh," I smiled happily. It wasn't a difficult emotion to express at that moment, standing splay-legged with Josh's impossible cock slowly pumping me towards 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 tightness of my entrance, which sucked at his cock with each withdrawal, distending and gripping his thick shaft and making me feel like I was being pulled inside out. But, oh, the inward strokes, how to describe them? With his strong hands gripping my hips, he pulled me onto his swollen manhood, slowly but forcefully driving his cock-head through the resistance of my love tunnel, which would close with virginal relief as he withdrew, only to be plundered again and again as though each stroke was the first. He finished each thrust holding me tight, pushing the soft bulk of his knob against my cervix with relentless pressure until it felt as though I couldn't draw breath. Josh flexed his cock inside me and I could feel his knob swell massively, opening me up more than I ever thought possible. I couldn't help it – it was a reflex action by my poor, stretched pussy – but against my will it contracted in a reptilian embrace, constricting and squeezing back, rippling up and down the full length of his throbbing member. The reaction was like one of those action movies when the dam wall is breached or the nuclear reactor is compromised, and the hero has seconds to escape before the whole thing blows. Metaphorical klaxon alarms went off in my head, red lights flashed and needle gauges swung ominously into the danger zone. The orgasm that had been building was now tripped and I could do nothing but let it run its course. With a low moan, Josh pulled half way out against my relentless pressure and then, with his fingers spasmodically gripping my hips, he drove his massive cock all the way to the hilt, his balls pressed into my lips so hard I could feel them lift and swell as he prepared to come. "You have declared your consent before the assembled Muck-Up Day rabble," Mr Smith hit his stride delivering his final line with obvious enjoyment. "What a fake wizard in a Santa beard has joined, let not man put asunder. Mr Marsh, you may kiss the bride." Everything was happening at once. A dozen kids wielding sponges cocked their arms and prepared to throw; Kevin turned to face me again, smiling and excited and knowing we were about to be pelted; and then with a final massive throb, Josh filled me with hot, molten cum, bursting the dam on my own climax. I screamed as the first sponge hit my face, but then Kevin was kissing me and blocking my cries of release while wet sponges smacked into the back of his head. Skybursts of ecstasy exploded through my body. My knees collapsed, quivering and shaking, helplessly trying to close around the massive bar of man-flesh that forced them apart. My head was spinning with emotions, my love for Kevin, the fulfilment of my fantasy, and the visceral, awesome release of my orgasm that was still shuddering through my body, twisting my limbs and making me jerk like a puppet. I kissed Kevin fiercely. Perhaps I should have felt guilty about what was happening, but I didn't. I didn't ask for it, I didn't invite it; heck, I thought it was Kevin himself until he appeared in front of me. All I knew for sure was that this was everything I had dreamed of in my stranger fantasies, everything I had already shared with Kevin, and in a very real way he was the part of this fantasy that made it so special. Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 11 My climax began to wane and I was able to release Josh's cock and take my weight back on my own feet. Kevin broke our kiss and whispered, "I love you" through a few final pecks at my lips. "I love you too," I whispered back. "More than ever." "I now pronounce you husband and wife," Mr Smith finished belatedly. "Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Marsh." "Pleased to meet you, Mrs Marsh," Kevin kissed me again. The crowd were cheering madly and collecting sponges to throw again, so I doubt anyone could hear Josh inside the booth. I felt a warm flood down my thighs as he withdrew, and then a gentle kiss on the back of my shoulder followed by the whispered words, "Goodbye, Miss Granger." Goodbye indeed. Miss Granger has left the building; I don't need her any more. I would wear the red dress one more time: to let my love take me home. It was either that or Aunt Bea's wedding dress, and I still had my pride. I think I'll cut my hair. Maybe Google Emma Watson and find out how she's wearing it now, then do something different. I'm looking forward to meeting Mrs Jeannie Marsh.