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A Turn of Mind	By : queenjane Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 11928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Turn of Mind
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If it had just been the kiss, Parvati could have blamed it on the alcohol. She had been sitting on Hermione's sofa after the party, being maybe just a little snugglier than she usual was with her friends, and she'd found herself noticing how lovely and soft Hermione's breasts were, and how nice her cleavage looked in that casual tanktop. She suddenly wanted to see them, to pull Hermione's tank top down and put her hands on them. She might even could have blamed random thoughts like those on the alcohol. When she turned her head and gave Hermione that look and suddenly found herself kissing her, she could have blamed that on the warm fuzzy feeling that the margaritas at the party gave her.
She didn't stop at a kiss, though, so she could really only blame it on real desire.
The kiss deepened quickly; first it was simply Parvati's tongue slipping past Hermione's lips, but Hermione responded with a hunger that Parvati couldn't help but match. Once she'd done that, Parvati decided she would at last get her hands on the gorgeous breasts she'd been taking surreptitious glances at since 4th year. Hermione didn't object; she sighed happily and leaned into Parvati's touch, letting the other girl squeeze and knead through her shirt and using it as an opportunity to run her hand up Parvati's long, smooth leg.
She'd started going, and now she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. Touching Hermione was turning her on in a way that kissing and touching a man never had, and she needed to know if the rest would be so much better as well. She pushed Hermione's top down, taking the straps of her bra along with the straps of the tank top, and at last she had those perfect breasts where she could see them. Hermione's nipples were hardened already, and that pleased her; so did the way Hermione moaned when she rubbed the nipples with her thumb. Parvati weighed Hermione's breasts in her hands, marveled at how they filled her hands to overflowing, squeezed them, listening to each soft moan that her touches drew from Hermione. She pinched the nipples between her fingers, slowly rolling them as she indulged her fascination and desire, and that went so far as to make Hermione whimper anxiously.
"Use your mouth," she begged softly. Hermione knew she'd let Parvati do anything she wanted, but god she wanted more. There had never been so much as a hint of gossip before that Parvati was into women, but now that Hermione knew she wanted to enjoy every bit of it.
Even Hermione's voice sounded sexy, Parvati realized. She wanted to give the other woman what she wanted, just to hear more of those soft, needing noises that she made, to draw more of those pleas from her full lips. As if trapped in a fog of desire, Parvati lowered her head to Hermione's breast, licking along the inside curve of her cleavage. That was good, but flicking her tongue across the nipple and then grazing it with her teeth was even better. It had Hermione plunging her fingers into Parvati's hair and running her other hand up under Parvati's sparkly party dress.
Parvati liked that, too. Hermione's hands felt so good, not like the large, clumsy ones of the men she'd been with. Zacharias Smith had felt like he was groping her, but Hermione's touch was a perfect caress. It made her want to feel more, so she laved Hermione's nipple just a second more, finally taking it between her lips to suck gently and make Hermione gasp and whine with delight.
"Do you want me, Hermione?" Parvati whispered. She stood up slowly, stepping back from Hermione's hands. "Do you want all of me?"
"Yes," Hermione gasped, her breathing already heavy. Merlin, this was like some kind of teenage fantasy come true. She'd been too obsessed with Ron Weasley to notice girls too much back then, but even so Parvati had been awfully noticeable. She was universally agreed to be one of the prettiest girls in school, and Hermione had watched her dressing and undressing for years, just occasionally taking a glance at the other girl's perfectly rounded arse and trim waist. Then, when they'd become such good friends after school and she didn't have Ron to obsess over, it had been a lot harder to ignore the attraction.
Parvati licked her lips, feeling wicked as she slowly pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She held Hermione's gaze with hers as she reached to her back for the zipper. She had Hermione's complete attention, and the power of it made her feel almost as dizzy as the margaritas had. She watched Hermione's eyes shift downward as she slipped the dress off her shoulders, slowly uncovering her breasts, her waist, and at last the tiny knickers she was so fond of wearing. Parvati knew she looked good, but suddenly she found herself nervous. Did other women like the same sorts of things men did? She'd always had men chasing after her, so she knew they liked her body and her lacy underthings. What if it was different for women?
Still, somewhere she found the courage to step back toward Hermione, and her fears were quickly silenced. Hermione loved everything about her. Parvati had an incredible body, and the bright blue knickers and bra stood out so nicely against her tanned skin. She was so different, with her smaller breasts and flat belly and that gorgeous arse that had everybody staring whenever she walked anywhere. And now, she actually got to put her hands on it all.
"You're so beautiful," Hermione whispered, her hands sliding up Parvati's thighs and over her hips. It was just what Parvati had hoped to hear, making her smile as she knelt on the sofa, astride Hermione's lap. They kissed again, their lips meeting with a hungry passion that quickly had Parvati tugging impatiently upward on Hermione's top, wanting it completely off and out of her way. Despite the fact that Hermione had more experience with women, Parvati was determinedly taking the lead, driven by a need to explore and enjoy every inch of her.
As Hermione got the tank top up over her hand, Parvati was already expertly unhooking her bra. She gave Hermione a little nudge to the side, making her lie down to give her easier access to the full breasts that so fascinated her. She kissed along Hermione's neck this time, down her shoulder, zig-zagging back along her collarbone before bringing her attention back to the magnificent curves on display before her.
"You're perfect," Parvati murmured, lowering her mouth to Hermione's nipple again. She reached the other with her hand, alternating between soft caresses and more excited squeezing and kneading. She listened, waiting for any cue that Hermione especially liked anything in particular. Hermione didn't seem to talk much, but nearly ever touch brought some sort of sound out of her - a whine, a whimper, panting, and here and there a soft moan.
"Oh...oh, god, Parvati..." That was in response to a light bite on the bottom curve of her breast just as Parvati tweaked the other nipple between her fingers. Hermione's hips were beginning to roll involuntarily, grinding her pussy against Parvati's bare thigh. Parvati decided that was a good time to get the rest of Hermione's clothes off. She sat up, back on her knees, and found that the elastic waist of Hermione's skirt made it easy to yank down and out of the way. Hermione had worn a cute pair of knickers, pink bikinis with little ducks on them, and they brought a grin to Parvati's face.
"I like these," she said, hooking her fingers into the elastic to pull them down. "Very cute." She finally had a full view of Hermione's body now, giving the Indian girl her first opportunity to take a good long look at another woman's naked body in person. She'd looked at pictures before, and she'd never really thought too much about the fact that those turned her on more than any amount of men running around shirtless. After all, girls kissing other girls was practically a fashion trend; the fact that she'd done it a few times and thought about it a lot more didn't make her a lesbian. Her parents would have a heart attack!
Nuzzling her face into Hermione Granger's bare breasts and hungrily kissing her way down to her pussy, though - okay, the fact that she was enjoying the hell out of that might make her a lesbian. She pushed the concerns out of her mind, though; this was no time to be worrying about labels and it was definitely no time to worry about her parents. Parvati slipped her hand between Hermione's legs, and as her fingers reached her center they found her already so wet.
Hermione opened her legs in a clear invitation, allowing Parvati to slide a finger inside her and make her gasp. Hermione still wanted to get her hands and mouth on Parvati as well, but for right now she was content to let the other woman explore. It felt so good, and Parvati was obviously enjoying herself if the wicked grin on her face was any indication, so there seemed to be no need to interrupt. She just gave herself up to the sensations and let Parvati do as she liked - with plenty of encouragement of course.
Parvati was using on Hermione the touches she usually used on herself, the ways she had wished that men would touch her but they never quite seemed to get right. She didn't last long using her hands, though; no, she wanted to taste her. Parvati scooted back on the sofa, her arse in the air as she slipped her arm under Hermione's thigh and lowered her face to the neatly trimmed bush in front of her. At first she was tentative, licking daintily at the outer and inner lips, but she quickly found that she actually liked the taste. What on earth men were complaining about, she didn't know. It was tangy, a little salty, but it certainly didn't bear the slightest resemblance to fish. And the way Hermione moaned as she flicked her tongue over her clit - Merlin, who even cared what it tasted like when Hermione was making sounds like that and wriggling her hips and her legs were tightening around Parvati's shoulders.
"Use your fingers," Hermione gasped, the first explicit instruction she had given. "At the same time. Put your fingers in me."
She sounded so desperate, and Parvati loved it. She slid one finger, then two, stroking in and out as she began to concentrate her attention on Hermione's clit. She'd never done this before, but she knew what she liked herself, and she was good at paying attention to what was working. She hadn't expanded to being especially creative yet, but she was certainly taking easily to the basics. In combination with the fact that Hermione couldn't quite believe that she had Parvati Patil on her knees licking her pussy, it didn't take her long at all to have Hermione writhing faster underneath her, whimpering as she felt herself being wound tighter and tighter, the feeling stretching her until she thought she would break until finally she did, letting out a wordless cry as she came.
"Oh god," she whimpered, trying to catch her breath. Hermione wasn't done yet, though, nowhere near done. She had her fingers all tangled in Parvati's hair, and used that hold to tug her gently upward. Parvati felt the direction and obeyed, pausing for more kisses at Hermione's waist and breasts before she found herself pulled into a hot, hungry kiss from Hermione's lips.
Hermione was taking control now, unhooking Parvati's bra and guiding her to sit up. Hermione followed, taking teasing kisses down the other woman's neck. In the wake of her orgasm she wasn't taking her time the way she ordinarily might, too caught up in the excitement of having Parvati Patil naked in her arms to stop herself from charging forward. She had her hands all over her as she finally reached Parvati's breast with her kisses.
"Yes," Parvati whispered, arching her back to press harder against Hermione's lips and tongue. "Oh, I love your mouth, Hermione. It feels so good." She was more of a talker than Hermione was, and the more turned on she got the more she went on. "I love your breasts, too," she added, bringing her hands between them to knead Hermione's breasts again. "So full and round - they're perfect." Her words were cut off with a faint cry when Hermione began to suck her nipple. She had always loved that, and Hermione was doing an especially nice job, and really everything felt better when she had Hermione's breasts filling her hands.
"I'm aching for you, Hermione," she whispered, putting her arms around Hermione's neck and beginning to lie back on the sofa. Hermione followed, coming to meet her lips in another kiss.
"I never expected this," Hermione softly admitted. She drew her hand up Parvati's thigh, dragging slowly across the smooth skin as she nipped at the other woman's ear. "I never, ever thought I'd have you like this." As she reached the top of Parvati's knickers, she slid her hand slowly inside, taking a moment to tease her before removing that little scrap of lace.
"You can have me however you want," Parvati whimpered, her hips rising against Hermione's touch. "I'm all yours. Just give me more." She turned her head to kiss Hermione again, and took care of getting her knickers removed herself, lifting her hips and anxiously wiggling them down while Hermione smirked.
"More?" Hermione asked innocently. She slipped her hand between Parvati's legs again, cupping the expertly shaved mound and making slow, firm circles.
"More," Parvati pleaded, bringing her hands once more to Hermione's breasts. She just couldn't get enough of them, especially with the way Hermione moaned softly and increased her attention to her pussy. "Finger me," Parvati whimpered. "Put your fingers inside me and rub my clit with your hand and suck my tits again. Please, Hermione!"
With instructions like that, Hermione could hardly fail to give her what she wanted. She never would have thought Parvati to talk so dirty, but it sounded sexy coming from her. Hermione did just as she asked, and soon she could feel Parvati's inner muscles beginning to tighten around her fingers. She wasn't ready to let Parvati get off yet, though; when she did that, Hermione wanted to be able to taste it.
Hermione kept her fingers stroking slowly inside Parvati, but lifted her palm from her clit. Parvati whined in wordless protest, but stopped her objections as Hermione's lips moved downward from her breast. At last Hermione withdrew her fingers, replacing them with an exploration by her tongue that made Parvati cry out with pleasure.
"Oh god, Hermione!" Parvati tangled her hands in Hermione's curls, her thighs squeezing tight enough that Hermione had to hold them apart. And as soon as her tongue hit Parvati's clit, Parvati was bucking and writhing against her, her cries of pleasure growing louder every second. "Oh please, please...Oh Merlin you feel so good!" she moaned. "Nothing's ever, ever...oh Merlin!"
Parvati's eyes widened and she ground her clit against the gentle suction of Hermione's lips, crying out in surprise as much as with the mind-blowing pleasure. While she'd always been able to reliably get herself off whenever she liked, no one else had ever managed to do it for Parvati. Somehow Hermione had managed it in one try. Parvati had always known Hermione was clever, but she hadn't realized it extended to this arena.
After her explosion, Hermione slowly kissed up Parvati's body, coming to rest at last with her head resting in the curve of Parvati's shoulder. Parvati turned automatically toward her, wrapping her arms around Hermione's neck. "I've never done that before," Parvati whispered softly.
"I wouldn't have known," Hermione murmured back. "You're amazing at it."
Eventually, Parvati realized, they were going to have to talk about this. They'd have to discuss what it meant to their friendship, and she would have to figure out what it meant for her life in general. They'd have to talk about if this was going to be a real relationship, and if it was what that was going to mean, eventually. For now, though...
Parvati gave her a wicked smile. "Wanna do it again?"
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