"Can you help me?"
“Vinny, can you help me out?" Lily asks.
"'Course. What's up, Lils?" I ask, putting my book aside.
“Well, I-” She looks nervous, “It’s a private matter. Can we go to the Room of Requirement or something?”
“Yeah, yeah. Is something wrong?” I ask, getting up and walking towards the Room of Requirement.
“Well- I- I’ll tell you when we’re there.”
I nod. Of course she wouldn’t tell me if it’s something bad or not. Now I’m going to be overthinking this the whole way there. Wait, why is she not going to James or someone like that? Someone a bit closer to her? Sure, me and her are close, but it’s a bit rocky. She’s dating James. James of all people. She’s such a sweet girl, but shes dating the biggest git at Hogwarts.
I’m one to judge her, though. Fucked Lucius and Narcissa, started dating Remus after he ground into me in a closet, tried BDSM with a few people… I’ve made my point. I’m in no position to judge who she chooses to be with.
I let her open the Room of Requirement as I tie my hair back. I wish I could just chop it off. I hate it long, but my father always says ‘girls have long hair, boys have short hair.’ Fuck that, long hair is a pain in the ass. It always gets everywhere. In my food, in my mouth, in my eyes, in my way. If only boys can have short hair then let me be a boy.
Absent-mindedly, I follow her into the Room of Requirement. My jaw drops, effectively making me drop the elastic that I was holding between my teeth as I collected my hair. I stifle my laughter and nearly choke on my own breath.
So this is what she needs help with.
The room has taken a very naughty form. There’s a sex swing, shelves lined with dildos, a bin that’s no doubt filled with toys, and in the middle of the room is a four-poster. On the bedside table there’s a bottle of lube, a gag, and padded handcuffs. Lily is bright red, as if she’s never seen the pleasure form of the Room of Requirement.
I chuckle, “Lily, you good? You look a bit flushed. Never seen a toy before?”
“I- no! No, I’ve never- what is all this?!”
Ah, her poor virgin eyes, “Lils, I think you’re more innocent than a first year Hufflepuff. They’re pleasure toys. Bin probably has anal beads and plugs at the very least,” I pause, “Why does the room think you need such erotic things, exactly?” I snigger.
“Well- James and I- we’re talking about taking things further. That’s what I needed to talk to you about. I need advice. I didn’t think the room would do this,” she gestures to everything, “though.”
I clear my throat, trying not to laugh too much, “The room has what it thinks you need. It comes prepared,” I pick up the bottle of lube and look over the label, “Very prepared, apparently. I doubt you’d need lube, though. I bet you’re already plenty wet for James.”
She’s so red that I worry she might explode. She’s so innocent its adorable. I sit on the edge of the bed.
“So, you and James. Thinking about taking that step, huh?”
She nods, “And I thought you might be able to give me some advice, seeing as you’re…” She seems unsure if she should say it.
I chuckle yet again, “I don’t take offense to much. I own the label ‘whore’ at this point. What level of innocence am I dealing with? Baby-terms innocence or borderline-traumatizing-terms?”
“The second option, please,” She says meekly.
“So, do you know the basics? Chatter in the common room at least. Horny classmates love to talk about cocksucking and shit. Fuck, a Slytherin couple was cockwarming in the common room a few months ago. They did it discreetly, but they still did it. There were only a few other people in the common room but I don’t think anyone other than me noticed. I think they may have a thing for exhibitionism.”
She looks scared as she asks, “Exhibitionism?”
“Basically it means they like being watched. Same category as just flashing someone randomly. Don’t do that, though. Don’t flash people. Unless James likes that, of course,” I pause, “Just- consent. Consent. Never do anything without consent.”
“Well, yeah, of course. I’d never do anything to anyone without consent.”
“Good. So, uh, do you have specific questions or what?”
“I guess I do have a few questions. First, will it… hurt?” She asks.
“Perhaps at first, but it shouldn’t hurt for long. If James does it right, it shouldn’t hurt much. It should feel good.”
She hesitates to ask, “What- what will it feel like?”
How do I explain it? ‘It’ll feel like your nerves are on fire then you’re thrown off a cliff but you’ll like it?’ Yeah, that’s a pleasant way of describing it. Definitely. I’m not good at describing sensations.
“It’s hard to explain. It’s a unique sensation. Have you ever… touched yourself?” I ask.
At least give me something to work with here. I love you, Lily, but come on.
“No. I haven’t,” She answers nervously.
I sigh, “I know I’m a bit more ‘adventurous’ than most, but this is just sad. I’d recommend you touch yourself before you let James touch you, just so you’re not completely overwhelmed.”
A long silence ensues before Lily speaks again, “Can you help me?”
Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh, “Darling, do you realise what you just asked?”
“Well- yes, but is it so wrong? There’s nothing going on between us, and it’s not like I’m asking you to touch me or expose yourself to me. Just friendly instruction.”
I raise an eyebrow. What she is suggesting is definitely interesting. I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I would be worried about james if he weren’t such a slime, but I hate that man with a burning passion. I don’t have an issue with seeing her, nor would I be uncomfortable. I don’t really have a reason to say no.
“I will say, your way of thinking is quite progressive. Taboo, but not bad. Not in my mind, anyway,” I pause, “I’ll give you guidance, sure. I don’t see why not,” I stuff my hands in my pockets, “You sure you’re comfortable with it? You’d need to be naked at least from the waist down.”
Her lack of hesitation is concerning as she immediately says, “I don’t mind being nude. I trust that you won’t do anything.”
“Very well. Off with it, then,” I say, turning my head.
When I hear the rustle of clothes stop I look back over to her, and I feel a slight heat rise to my cheeks. She took off everything. Not just her skirt, but everything. Bra and all. I rub my face as I try not to stare at her breasts.
Why do her breasts have to be that perfect? Her skin is like porcelain. She has no stretch marks or scars. Just a pure, silky, perfect canvas. Her breasts are perky and her nipples are the perfect shade of pink. Her body curves just enough in all the right places. She’s so petite. Her breasts are smaller than mine, yet I still envy them.
Enough thinking about her body. Enough lust towards my friend. I’m here to help her, not to fuck her. It doesn’t matter how perfect her body is, she’s not mine. Bloody hell, it’s times like this that I’m glad I won’t be killed for being attracted to women. Women, men, everything in between, they’re all pretty.
I snap out of my thoughts and say, “If I were you, I’d start with touching my nipples. Soft, gentle touches. Little steps, baby bird.”
She does as I say, and she runs her thumb over her left nipple. I cross my arms over my chest and glance away before looking back at her. Am I into this? I let her continue touching her nipples until I notice her rolling her hips, her breathing growing erratic.
“There’s a bundle of nerves called the clitoris, or the clit, between your legs above your opening. You’ll know it when you find it.”
I watch as she tries in vain to find her own clit. I can’t help but feel like I’m tainting her innocence. She’s struggling. I take a step closer to her and pause, giving her a look that says all that it needs to; that I wish to touch her in order to help her find her clit. She just nods. I place my fingertips against her knuckles and gide her hand so that her fingers brush against her clit. Her legs and cunt twitch at the stimulation.
“Good, good. Slow strokes to it. Gentle. If you’re too rough you’ll hurt yourself.”
She nods and mewls as she strokes her clit. Her skin glistens with sweat, and her head falls back. Is she going to have an orgasm just from this?
“When you’re ready, you can slip a finger into yourself. From there, it’s all you. It’s all about discovering your own body. The motions you like, the rhythm you like.”
She doesn’t hesitate to slip two fingers into herself, moaning and fucking herself. This is a lot. I just know I’m going to have to deal with my arousal after this. Her body, her noises, her slick on the sheets…
She keeps going until she cries out in ecstasy. Fuck, she just orgasmed, and it was beautiful. How does someone orgasm so gracefully? It’s absurd how much this turns me on. It’s absurd how much I want to taste her. It;s absurd that I’m having these thoughts about James’ girlfriend.