Private Sex Lessons With Tom Felton

Chapter 1

   Me and Tom where sitting on my couch watching t.v. eating popcorn with his arm around my shoulder, my head on his shoulder, sitting in peace. We met years ago on set of Harry Potter, I was an extra while he was one of the main stars of course. We hit it off really well almost immediately. When we first met I actually ended up catching feelings for him but pushed them away due to the fact that I figured he would never like me. I would never say it out loud but I enjoy being in his arms just watching t.v. I think I still like him.

   There was a commercial break in the show so I got up and went to the bathroom, leaving my phone on the coffee table in front of the couch. When I came back Tom has my phone in his hand.

"(Y/n) who is she talking about?" Tom said curiously

"What?" I reply confused sitting back on the couch

"Well you got a text, and I just took a glance at it. It's from your friend (Y/f/n)." He said slightly worried that I would be mad that he read my texts but I honestly didn't care when it came to Tom. I trust him. I have nothing to hide....Most of the time.

"Well what did it say?" I ask nonchalantly, hoping deep down inside that it wasn't something that would ruin our friendship.

"She said 'you need to tell him you like him before it's to late'. (Y/n) who is she talking about?" He said with a hint of worry in his voice

"Oh um I'm not quite sure." I reply with no confidence in my voice at all

"Love, we've been best friends for years; I thought we told each other everything." He said with concern, nervous that our friendship meant less to me then it does to him, but that's nowhere near the truth.

"We do!" I replied with a slight yell in my voice

"Then who is it." He says more seriously

"Oh look the show is back on let's continue watching." I say ignoring his previous comment

"No (Y/n)" he says as he reaches for the remote and turns off the t.v. completely. At this point I completely turn my body towards him facing him, looking him straight in the eye.

"(Y/n) darling we've been best friends for years, why won't you tell me who it is?" He says in a low concerned voice, while rubbing my arms

"I'm just afraid that's all." I reply looking down to the ground near the coffee table, away from his face

"Afraid of what?"

I panic and try to figure out anything believable to say to my best friend who knows me like the back of his hand. I quickly get up and heads towards the kitchen with the empty bowl of popcorn in hand. I get to the kitchen and put a new bag in the microwave, just to do anything other then answer him. He can't know he's the one. He comes up behind me and puts his hand on the small of my back

"I'm just afraid that I'm... not good enough in bed." I hesitantly says awkwardly laughing a little hoping he believes me. He turns me towards him, looking down on me, holding my hips with both his hands. My hands fall on his chest. We're close, very close, almost too close for friends.

"Do you want me to teach you?" He said quietly, staring into my eyes

"What?" I asked worriedly

"I can teach you so when you finally get with this lucky mystery man of yours, your somewhat experienced, you can know how to make him feel good, and you can know he's making you feel good." He says slowly in a deep voice. I don't say anything, I breathe heavily as I look back and forth between his eyes and his lips.

He leans in slowly but stops right before our lips touch. "We can start with kissing if you'd like" he says hopeful

I don't reply. I lean in all the way and start kissing him. It's starts slow, he moves my hands from his chest and put them around his neck. He puts his hands back around my waist, holding me tighter then before. The kiss gets more passionate as he tugs on my bottom lip. I gasp a little which gave him enough room to slide his tongue. The battle between our tongues didn't last long because I wanted him to dominate me, to take control. My hand went into his hair, tugging at the hair near the nape of his neck.

Suddenly there's a loud ding and we pull away. The popcorns done. Great timing, not.

I awkwardly pull off of him wiping my lips. I go get the popcorn and start pouring it into the bowl, but I stop midway through pouring the bag, drop the rest of the bag on the counter and turn to him quickly. "What the fuck was that?" I ask looking at the smug smirk plastered on his face.

"That was a kiss sweetheart" he says confidently with his smirk only growing wider. I roll my eyes.

He giggles a little then says more sincerely "That was lesson one."

"Lesson one of how many?" I ask curiously.

"Depends darling" he replies more cocky.

"On what." I ask more nervous then anything.

"On you love. How quickly you learn, how well you learn, how much you like it." He says the last part moving closer to me, smirking.

"So what do you say gorgeous? I'll teach you how to feel good for your mystery man, and all I ask in return is some of this delicious popcorn." He asks with a smile.

"You can't be serious!" I nearly yell.

"Calm down darling. Think about it, we're best friends, we trust each other more then anything, we know each other better then anyone, it can be our little secret that mainly benefits you. So what do you say love." He says rubbing my arms.

How dare he give me those loving eyes, while rubbing my arms in such a caring way. Oh how I crave his lips to be on mine again. There's no mystery man, this could end horribly. But I could finally feel him, feel his lips, feel his touch, his affection, everything I crave and more.

But on the other hand, what if I fall even more in love with him and this is all just lessons to him. I'll get heartbroken. I could ruin our friendship and lose him forever.

"You got a deal Tommy Boy." I giggle my reply.

"Hey! What did I say about calling me that!" He says in a jokingly angry way.

I giggle grabbing the bowl of popcorn and running off to the couch, Tom close behind chasing after me. I plop down on the couch and toss the bowl on the coffee table. Tom pounces on me, pinning me to the couch and digging his face into the crook of my neck. My arms wrap around his shoulders, keeping him on top of me. Oh how I hope this doesn't go horribly wrong.