She brushed the eraser shavings off her paper and rolled her eyes, “Shut up, Harry.”
He laughed, “No! No, it’s not bad.. I mean lots of people haven’t.”
“At 17?” She asked.
She felt her cheeks heat up and she continued writing her rough draft for her creative writing paper, Harry had given up studying for his biology test twenty minutes ago.
It was Sunday and the two friends would be going back to school the next day and they spent their afternoon finishing up last minute course work, which became somewhat of a tradition. She and Harry liked to eat popcorn while they did their work but when Harry got distracted he would try to instigate a food fight.
But instead of a food fight, today Harry had decided to play twenty questions much to her dismay.
“Why have you waited so long then?”
“You think it was my choice? I could never do something like that with a boy..” She sighed.
Harry twisted the corners of his mouth and studied his best friend while she wrote. She was so adorable sometimes and he couldn’t understand why any guy wouldn’t want to get her in bed. SHe was so soft spoken and sweet and she was so easily amused.
She was very innocent, Harry knew that but maybe she was just too nervous to hook up with a guy. Maybe she didn’t know how to go about the sexual findings of their teenage years. But the more Harry thought about it, the more possessive he became. The thought of her unraveling in front of someone else made him kind of sad.
He thought that because they’ve been best friends for so long, that he should be the one she shares that moment with, which sounds weird. But Harry thought that he would be a good candidate for the first guy to touch her (and he’s getting a hard on thinking about how she tastes).
“Y/N.” He said suddenly, and she looked up.
“I could lick you out.” He said boldly and nonchalantly.
Her eyes widened and she dropped her pencil in shock, “Harry wha-“
“Wait, let me explain. You’ve just said you have never been with a guy, well what happens when you finally do? Don’t you want to have some experience, know what you’re getting yourself into?” He raised his eyebrows and cleared his books off her bed, scooting closer to her.
“Come off it, idiot. Don’t say finally either.” She scoffed and bowed her head attempting to hide the blush she wore.
“I didn’t mean it like that, but think about it.. You know me, you an talk to me and it wouldn’t be weird or anything.”
For a second, she actually began to consider this but she came to the conclusion that she did not feel comfortable with her best friend liking her out. She felt that they should at least go with baby steps first.
“Come on Y/N! If you tell me to stop I will.”
She thought for a second that she might start crying because she was so frustrated. Harry ceased to realize that this as important to her and he couldn’t just ‘lick her out’ and all would be well. She wanted to trust the person she would be intimate with and though Harry was one of her best friends she wasn’t sure it would be right.
“It won’t hurt, I’ll be gentle.” He spoke softly putting his hand on her knee.
Suddenly she grunted and said “fine”. Harry raised his eyebrows but nodded.
She laid back and put her hand on her forehead, this was ridiculous. She could feel Harry fiddling with her shorts and she sat up.
“Wait, wait.”
He paused and looked up at her.
“Don’t be so keen, I need some time to think about this!”
Harry rolled his eyes and tugged her shorts down and kissed over her underwear and she let out a surprised squeak.
“You’re wet.” He said sounding baffled.
She didn’t say anything, she squeezed her legs shut and silently prayed that her bed would just swallow her up and this was not happening.
“Relax. Okay just clear your mind and relax.” Harry sounded distressed, and she slowly nodded.
Harry did seem pretty keen on doing this for her and she was a bit thankful that it was Harry and not some other boy.
He pressed his finger to her clit and made little circles over the cotton and her foot jerked into his side. Harry wriggled down so he could get between her legs properly, he wrapped his arms around his thighs and slowly, slowly pulled down the white cotton.
“Oh my god.” She whined, she felt mortified. She was so nervous she was practically shaking and her eyes were screwed shut.
After a few agonizingly long seconds Harry finally licked one line up her modesty.
His tongue licked up and down and he felt her entire body shiver. His mind went blank, she tasted so good. He nearly forgot what to do. His mouth opened and he licked her clit softly creating a pattern.She was breathing louder and her legs were becoming restless.
He felt her hands in his hair and he closed his eyes and mindlessly twirled his tongue against her wet heat. She was whimpering and he knew she was surprised by this.
“You’re so sweet.” He muttered and she gasped at the feeling of his low gravelly voice against her.
“Harry,” She whispered.
She tugged at his hair harder and Harry took the hint that she needed more. He brought his fingers into the mix and slowly pushed his middle finger inside her tight pussy and Harry felt like he was drowning. She was so tight and sweet he almost never wanted to stop touching her. He couldn’t even imagine what she’d feel like if he were fucking her, (that thought only made Harry harder).
“Oh my- Ahhh!” She couldn’t even make a coherent sentence before her orgasm rolled through her entirety and she was nearly ripping out his curls.
Her body was shaking and Harry licked his lips and pulled the covers up over her naked half. She peeked her eyes open at him and he was wearing a bashful smile as if her were about to say ‘I told you so’.
She rolled over, “Don’t look at me!” She cried, hiding her smile.
“You so loved that.”
