Harry and Bertie

Chapter 2

Okay folks, this is where the NSFW starts; you have been warned.

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The pub was less a sticky-floored place to get drunk and more of a quiet, intimate, darkened gastronomic experience. Bertie and Harry were lingering over wine after their meal. Harry had leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs out under the table purposefully ensuring his ankle made contact with hers.

"So, you've lived here all your life, have you?" he asked.

"No, I went away to university and lived in Leicester for quite a while. I came back last year when my mum died. The house was left to me, so nothing was happening with my job in Leicester..." she shrugged, "why not come back?"

"And what do you do at the school?" Harry's ankle was moving against Bertie's.

Her nostrils flared ever so slightly, "I'm the secretary slash do it all girl." She was wearing pumps; she slipped one off and ran her toe up under the hem of his pants. She flushed when she saw his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"What do you do, Harry?"

"I'm an accountant."

The caressing of his ankle stopped, "You're an accountant? Really?" She smiled what she thought might be a seductive smile and said, "And just how good are you with debits and credits?"

He sat up straight and reached across the table, taking her hand he said, "Shall I show you?"

Bertie put her shoe back on and rose from the table. A definite invitation.

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They didn't speak on the drive back to Sleepy Cottage. Nerves and shyness were conspiring to keep them quiet.

Harry came around the front of the car and opened the passenger door for Bertie. He took her hand and led her up the path to the front door releasing it to unlock and open the door.

Bertie hesitated before crossing the threshold. It had been a number of years since she had last been with a man and she was unsure of what would happen. Certain insecurities flared up in her mind: she was a little on the chubby side, she thought she was rather plain; could she really do this?

Harry, too, was fighting against his own insecurities. Sex had never been an important part of relationships for him. However, Bertie roused a flame in him that he had never before experienced. Would he live up to her expectations? Would he be able to satisfy her?

They stood in the entryway for a few moments before Harry remembered his manners. "Oh, here...let me take your coat." Bertie handed it off to him. He carefully hung it in the wardrobe and paused before returning to her. "Would you like a drink?"

"No," she answered. She was having difficulty controlling her breathing. "No, Harry I don't want a drink." She wrung her hands and said shyly, "I want you."

Harry needed no further encouragement. In 2 long strides he was in front of her, pulling her close. He ran both hands through her beautiful chestnut hair and kissed her. He kissed her like he had kissed no other. He felt crazed, like he had lost all abandon. He wanted her and he wanted her now!

Bertie's own passion took her by surprise. As soon as his hands had gone into her hair her nerve endings had burst into flame. She took his upper lip in hers and sucked gently on it, increasing the pull as waves of joy filled her. She brought her tongue forward and ran it along his bottom lip before slipping it inside his mouth. Warm breath met warm breath, their tongues met and curled around and over each other.

Harry and Bertie fumbled their way up the stairs, kissing and undoing belts and buckles, hooks and buttons. By the time they reached Harry's room most of their clothes were strewn along the hallway. They broke apart, gasping for breath.

"Oh my god, Harry! I can't believe I am doing this. This is totally not me!"

"It isn't me either, Bert, but I can't seem to help myself!"

Bertie went to work on the buttons of his pants while he stood looking down at her, clad only in her bra and panties.

"Wait!" He moved her hands from his pants. "Wait, I want to look at you." She blushed and made an attempt at crossing her arms across her body. "No," he gently moved her arms away, "No, let me look at you."

He took her hands and held them away from her body as his eyes moved from her feet all the way up to her eyes. Bertie blushed at Harry's whispered words of "gorgeous" and "beautiful"; she smiled when he circled around her and ran a hand across her rear, barely a touch. He stopped behind her and reached out for the clasp of her bra, deftly he unhooked it and slipped the silky straps from her shoulders. He continued around to her front to remove the wisps of lace from her breasts.

As he reached for her breasts she moaned. He stopped and looked at her, causing her to groan, "Don't stop." He smiled and continued his quest. He took a hold of her breast from the side and ran his hand down to cup it firmly. Her nipple was already hardened to a peak; he leaned into her and gently blew. She arched into his hand, her aureole hardened to a pleasurable pain.

She could stand it no longer and reached for his pants, determined to get them off. He fondled her breasts as she unzipped the pants. She expected them to fall to the floor, but they did not. She removed his hands from her breasts, he pouted. However, his pout turned to a clenching of his jaw as she fell to her knees and pulled his pants down. She lifted first one foot and then the other out before turning her attention to his boxer briefs. She reached around to touch and knead his ass before tucking a forefinger into the elastic waistband. She could smell his muskiness and it was causing her muscles to involuntarily contract. She was wet, there was no doubt about that.

She lowered his briefs, causing his penis to spring forth. She looked up at him and smiled before lowering her head and kissing his skin at the juncture of his hip and thigh. He threw his head back! She was so close, his dick twitched in anticipation. With one hand she caressed his ass cheek, while with the other she rolled his balls. She kissed and licked the precise the point where his balls leave off and his penis starts. Harry can do nothing but put a hand to her hair and moan obscenities.

Still with one hand on his ass she takes a hold of the base of his penis and squeezes gently. She leans in and licks the pre-cum from the tip before running her tongue up and down, around the base and back to the tip. Before he can register what is happening she takes his dick in her mouth, as deep as she can. With her hand around the base she bobs and sucks and runs her tongue along his penis.

Harry has never experienced anything quite like this before. Sure, he's had blowjobs, but nothing as mind blowing as this. He is barely able to remain standing, only sheer force of will is keeping him upright. The noises coming from her throat, her own moans and sounds of pleasure push him to the edge.

"Bertie, oh yes Bertie...exactly like that." Bertie smiles at his words of encouragement causing him to gasp and start bucking into her mouth. Using her tongue and varying the pressure of her lips, his shouts of, "Oh fuck! Oh Shit! I can't...God Bertie!" ring around the room as he is taken over the edge. He releases in a gush of salty cum, filling her mouth. With a sexy grin she tips her head up to him and swallows, earning from him even more moans of ecstasy.

Bertie licks him clean, and Harry pulls her to her feet. He gathers her into his arms resulting in a shriek of protest from her. He lays her gently on the bed and hovers over her saying, "And now, my lady...It is your turn."