Suddenly Katie's hand was inside his trousers and fondling him. He completely forgot about the amorous scene below them.
Her forehead remained against his, and she stared into his eyes. "Anything you want, Harry. This is just two quidditch buddies having some fun together. You're in control, alright?"
"Yeah." The situation was already taking its toll on his vocabulary.
She undid his belt with her free hand. A moment later his trousers slid down his thighs, leaving him in boxers. Katie glanced down at the results of her work.
"You're too big to come out of those. Want to take them off?"
She stepped away and watched him. He took that as a sign that he should undress himself. He self-consciously lowered his boxers to the ground. He wasn't sure what to do about his shirt and tie, so he left them.
He looked up to see her staring between his legs with a pleased grin. She stepped closer and looked down at his cock.
"I'm impressed, Harry."
She gave him the faintest squeeze, and he almost forgot to breathe. It didn't seem possible that she was touching him like this. She kneaded him with her hand, exploring his dimensions. Her hand slipped lower to his balls and she gently squeezed them.
"Does that feel good?" she whispered.
"Yeah," he managed to say. There was already a desperate ache building in his abdomen. The lust he had seen on display below them had almost undone him long before now. She stroked him tenderly, her touch so light it was maddening.
She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, her eyes never leaving his. For the first time he noticed how vividly green they were, not unlike his. His breath started coming faster and she looked down at his swollen cock.
"Go ahead. We've got all night and we can do whatever you want."
Her words overcame his control. She gripped him harder, her soft hand sliding along his flesh, and he panted as his cock pulsed in her hand. She pointed him toward her skirt and never took her eyes off his. He fought to keep them open as he spurted over and over, each one feeling more blissful than the last. She coaxed out the last of his release with her thumb and he finally closed his eyes.
Katie looked down at her coated hand and the mess he had made of her skirt. Her smile grew until she laughed. "Merlin, Harry. That was a lot."
"Er, sorry."
She pecked him on the lips. "It was a compliment. Do you want to go over to the bed now?"
He looked around the darkened room. "What bed?"
She tilted her head at a deep red curtain on the back side of the room. "There's a bed behind there. It doesn't get much use, but it's perfect for a bit of privacy."
"Sure." He already knew he would do anything she wanted.
"Do you want to undress me or just watch?"
"Watch," he replied quickly. He had wanted to see Katie Bell nude for years now. She and Angelina were particularly free about showing glimpses of flesh in the quidditch locker room, even if no one pranced around nude.
"You like to watch, don't you? We busted you so many times, and you didn't even know it."
"Sorry."
"No need to apologize. You can look all you want now. Just answer one question for me."
"What's that?"
"Did you ever wank in the showers, thinking about us? We joked about it all last year. I had to talk Angelina out of spying on you in there."
There was no point in being shy at this point, he supposed, even if her question made him feel like a pervert. "All the time."
She laughed. "I knew it."
She removed the scarlet and gold tie on her uniform and tossed it at him. Harry watched her every move breathlessly. She unbuttoned her white blouse next, giving him a view of the toned stomach and white bra beneath. Her uniform stockings and skirt soon disappeared, and she was finally standing before him only in her bra and panties.
"There's the look I've seen in the locker room for the last two years. Ready for everything?"
"You have no idea, Katie." He was growing hard again just from her teasing.
She reached behind her back and undid her bra, then dropped it onto the floor, displaying her breasts to him. He stared at them, enthralled. She looked down and examined them herself. They were very small, with hard pink nipples, but they suited her lithe, athletic body perfectly.
"They're not very big," she said, squeezing them together, "but I like them and they get the job done."
"They're beautiful."
She smiled and lowered her panties to the floor, and his gaze found a new target. Though the lighting was dim, he could see a small patch of black hair crowning a pair of lips that he had only imagined in his dreams.
She stepped closer to him. "You can touch me all you want, but you're still overdressed."
She loosened his tie, and he helped her by unbuttoning his shirt. He was soon as naked as she was. She grabbed his hand and led him to the curtains. She parted them and pulled him onto a huge bed that had been hidden from view. A pair of sconces on the walls lit up, but the bed was still bathed in shadows.
She lay down, reclining on her side, and he followed suit. She ran a hand slowly along his chest, admiring the hair that had just begun to show itself. "Let's just explore, okay? No pressure."
He took her at her word and let his hands roam across her. Her skin was soft but her body firm, perfected by hours of quidditch. He gently squeezed her little breasts. Hard pink nipples pressed into his palms. He glanced at her face, found her smiling, and rubbed them gently between his fingers. They grew longer and harder, and she pulled him into a kiss.
When his hands reached her belly, she opened a leg for him, giving him access to everything. He slowly slid his hand between her legs until he was cupping her. She breathed out softly and her kiss became more aggressive.
He palmed her swollen lips, amazed at the warmth of her body. His fingers reached out hesitantly and found even more heat, and a wetness that coated him instantly. A finger slipped inside her, and she deepened their kiss. He marveled at the softness of her flesh, never having imagined something so warm and inviting. He slid a second finger inside her and she moaned.
She bucked her hips subtly against his fingers. "That's it. Stroke me inside, like you would yourself," she whispered.
He gently twisted his fingers, exploring her, and was shocked at how tightly her body gripped him.
"Rub my clit, back and forth," she said urgently. "You've got me really worked up."
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