alisanne

Title: Sowing Her Wild Oats
Author:

alisanne
Rating: soft R
Pairing: Hermione Granger/assorted OCs
Summary: Hermione takes a holiday.
Word Count: 965
Genre: Erotica.
Warnings: Sex but nothing too graphic.
A/N: Written for

hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day fourteen prompt(s) used: Coconut, Purple, Sea glass.
Kink: group sex.
This one was my idea. I thought Hermione deserved some fun. ;)
Beta:

sevfan and

emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

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Sowing Her Wild Oats

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Settling into her beach chair with a wince, Hermione stared out at the ocean, mind deliberately blank. Every few minutes she reached for her drink and sipped, savouring the mixture of rum and fruit juice on her tongue. She ignored the pleasant ache in her arse and fanny. After all, she knew why they were there.

Out in the surf she could see kids playing and the occasional local trolling for sea glass. Closing her eyes, she relaxed and let the memories of the night before wash over her...

She’d been wearing her purple bikini, when they had approached. She’d seen them hanging about the wizarding resort that day; an attractive couple, they’d turned more than a few heads, even Hermione’s.

“Hello,” the woman had said. “I’m Lucy and this is Derrick and we see you’re alone. Do you mind if we take these chairs next to you?”

Hermione had smiled, nodded, invited them to sit, and they’d proved friendly and engaging.

“We’re here for the weekend, you’re on holiday, then?” Derrick had eventually asked.

Hermione had nodded. “Yes. It was a...long year and I needed a break.” It had been the most succinct way she’d had of summing up a year of running and hiding and fighting every minute of every day to keep Harry alive. She’d not mentioned her futile attempts to find her parents, how withdrawn Ron had become after Fred’s death, how everything had changed once the world went back to ‘normal’. “I just got out of school and I’ve never had a chance to sow my wild oats, so I’m taking this opportunity,” she’d said instead.

Lucy and Derrick had shared a secret smile. “Well then,” Lucy’d said, leaning forward. “We have an invitation for you.”

Hermione licked her lips, a small smile curving her mouth as she recalled what had happened next...

“Shouldn’t I change?” Hermione had asked once they’d invited her to their ‘private party’.

Derrick’s hot gaze had swept over her. “Oh no,” he’d murmured, taking her elbow to steer her towards the beach cottage. “What you’re wearing is perfect.”

When she’d arrived she’d seen why. The party had clearly already started, and when they’d walked in, someone had handed her a drink before wandering off. She sipped, humming as the delicious mixture of rum and coconut had slipped down her throat.

Eyes wide, Hermione looked around. Everywhere there were couples snogging and more. Most still had their clothes on, but several were naked, shamelessly writhing on sofas. All in all there were probably twenty people there. Several had waved at Lucy, who smiled and waved back, and more than a few had eyed Hermione speculatively.

“All right?” Lucy had asked.

Hermione had simply nodded. She’d never done things by halves, after all, and if she was going to sow some wild oats, then by Merlin, she was going to sow them properly.

The coconut drink had certainly helped take the edge off her nervousness, and within minutes she’d settled on a sofa between Lucy and Derrick. Lucy had made the first move, settling her hand on Hermione’s bare thigh and giving her plenty of time to object before she moved it between Hermione’s legs.

By the time Derrick had leaned in, kissing her, Hermione was ready for more, not objecting when he slipped the bikini top off and began thumbing her nipples to hardness.

Shifting in her beach chair, Hermione found she was getting wet just from the memories. Reaching for her drink, she hummed as the rest of the recollections bombarded her.

Things had proceeded quickly after that. Lucy had had two fingers deep inside Hermione by the time Derrick had managed to get his clothes off, and having Lucy lick her while Derrick had fucked her mouth had been a heady experience. They’d done everything Hermione had imagined a group of people having sex could, and some things she’d never imagined. After a while she’d just been a bundle of pulsing nerves as hands and tongues and cocks and sheer pleasure has assailed her from all sides.

At some point she was pretty sure she’d even had two men inside her simultaneously. Derrick and Lucy had stayed with her the entire night, though, soothing her when necessary, stimulating her at times, and by the time the party had started to break up, Hermione had been sated and sore, her bikini long since having disappeared, but she’d been smiling from ear to ear.

“You seemed to have had fun,” Derrick had said after they Side-Along-Apparated her back to her resort. Fortunately it had been late and no one else had been about. Hermione couldn’t imagine the sight she must have made, naked and bruised.

Hermione had hummed. “I...did, actually.”

They were at her door and Lucy, smirking, had leaned in. “Good,” she’d whispered before slanting her mouth over Hermione’s and kissing her deeply. Pulling back, she stared into Hermione’s eyes. “Because we did, too.”

After she’d slipped into her room, Hermione had taken a shower and fallen into bed just as the sun had been peeking over the horizon.

And now here I am back on the beach, tropical drink in hand, and not a book in sight, she thought. She tugged on the edges of her yellow bikini and shifted into a more comfortable position. I wonder what everyone back home would think of me now. She smiled. She had no regrets.

A shadow fell over her and she opened her eyes.

Lucy, hand in hand with Derrick and wearing a green bikini, smiled down at her. “Hello, luv,” she purred. “There’s another party tonight. We thought we’d come and see if you’d like to join us.”

Hermione didn’t even have to think about it. Beaming, she said, “I’d love to.”

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