Broom Closet Encounters

James Potter was not nervous. He had been with a few girls. Okay, he'd snogged a couple and felt up one. He had also gotten a quick stroke while on vacation in France, but he didn't want to think about that one. Cousins were fine for Purebloods. That's what he told himself anyway. The Potters weren't 'that kind' of Pureblood, but that wasn't the point.

This was the year he was going to get Lily Evans to go on a date with him. He was sure of it, and he couldn't make it look like he was some blushing virgin when they were together.

That led him to the broom closet in question. No names, two people, and either person could call it off. Only fifth years and up knew about it. There were spells in place to keep the younger students away. There was a code to it. When the closet was occupied and in use, when there was a person waiting, and who they were looking for. Right now, James was in the closet displaying he wanted to hook up with a girl.

"Tempus." He whispered.

It had been five minutes. How had it only been five minutes? He took a calming breath. He would wait another ten and then he'd call it a bust.

What if someone horrid came? That Parkinson girl was a right bitch. Not bad to look at, but her personality killed it. What if it was Lily? Would she do this? Muggles were a bit prudish. Usually. Why would she come here? Did he want her to even know of it?

She was a prefect. There was an unspoken rule to leave this hallway alone. It protected the anonymity of all parties involved. Getting back to the common room was still a gamble once you were out of reach.

Fuck. He was overthinking this.

"Tempus."

Seven minutes! Come on!

James froze when there was a knock on the door. He worked the handle, opening the door just a sliver. The girl slipped in. He could feel the heat from her body as she moved closer. She was a little shorter than him. That ruled out Lily, she was the same height.

"Hi." She sounded as nervous as he was.

"Hi." James relaxed a bit at that.

James reached out, finding her hands in the dark. He gently pulled her closely. His hand trailed up her arms. Her long, silky hair draped over his shoulders. James leaned forward. His lips bumped against his nose.

She giggled. James did too. The tension in the room eased. Under usual circumstances, It would have been mortifying. In the dark and not knowing who it was, it was fine. She held the side of his face, leading him to her lips. The two started to giggle again after the first real kiss.

The second kiss was much better, as was the third. She slipped her tongue in his mouth. His hands dropped down to her hips before lowering more to her ass. She let out a cute little gasp as he grabbed a handful of each cheek.

She had an amazing ass. The girl broke their kiss, nibbling along his jaw, finding her way to his neck. Her hair smelled wonderful. Familiar too. He was pretty sure she wasn't in Gryffindor. This was too refined, delicate with a bit of a bite. Ravenclaw or Slytherin made more sense.

James jolted as she began to untuck his shirt.

"Should I stop?" She asked, her voice had a tease to it.

He shook his head. Then realized she might not be able to see him.

"No." He said. "Just surprised me."

The girl chuckled, sending a shiver down his spine. He knew that laugh. James was sure of it. She was someone he knew. Her hands reached under his shirt, her fingertips along his skin, and sending all rational thought into a fog. She made an appreciative sounds as she felt his firm form.

James relinquished his hold on her ass. His attention turned to her chest. The girl purred as his hands traced the shape of her breast. She gasped when he found her nipples. Her breasts were just a bit more than a handful. That helped narrow it down more than her scent.

He found the clasp for her robe and undid it.

"Should I stop?" James said.

"I'll hex your bollocks off if you do." She leaned closer to his touch.

James froze. That phrase was one he knew. Not just the words, but how they were spoken. This had to be Narcissa Black. He had heard her say the same thing to Sirius more times than he could count.

"Do I need to get my wand?" She teased.

James pressed on. He pulled her robe open, his hands exploring her now exposed body. She continued her ministrations on his chest. Her lips and teeth were ravaging his neck. He let out a hungry moan discovering she was nude under her robes.

He stopped his exploration. She huffed in frustration. James recognized that sound, the girl was definitely Narcissa. He quickly undid his pants and dropped them to the floor.

"Oh." She purred. "Eager?"

"Yes." James grabbed her naked breasts.

She giggled as he groped her. Her laugh turned into a moan as his fingers worked her nipples hard. He kissed one nub, then the other. James shuddered as her hand wrapped around his hardening dick.

"Oh, Cissy." James whispered.

She froze.

"What did you say?" She asked.

"Oh, missy." James said quickly.

"You said Cissy." Her hand dropped lower, gripping his balls. "Who are you?"

Her grip tightened a bit.

"No names." James said weakly.

He could feel her shift. A moment later the closet was illuminated by her wand. Narcissa Black glared at him. His mouth went dry. She was completely nude; her robe was in a pile at her feet. He knew she was attractive, but damn, she was sexy. How had he missed that?

James gave her his signature Potter smile. Her eyes narrowed. They stood in silence for a long moment. James was glad that her grip on his balls hadn't tightened. He was also thankful that she was still holding them.

"It will be better with the lights on anyway." She shrugged.

James nodded dumbly. Narcissa began to stroke him. He moaned, leaning his head back.

"No, Potter." She stopped mid-stroke. "I'm not one of your quidditch groupies stroking you off under the stands."

"I don't…"

Her grip tightened.

"Let's put that mouth to better use." Narcissa smiled wickedly at him. "Kneel."

James stared at her for a moment. Her grip tightened. He dropped to his knees. Luckily his pants and her robe created a nice little cushion. Narcissa put a hand on his head, pressing him forward toward her. A nicely trimmed patch of hair rested between her legs.

"Lick." She commanded.

A myriad of thoughts ran through his mind. He had come in here to learn. Muggles, while prudish in public, had some interesting ideas in the bedroom. James had seen some of them in magazines that his Muggle friends had smuggled in. Lily, being a Muggle, had to know about this stuff too.

James leaned forward, sticking out his tongue, tentatively licking the bottom part of her bush. Narcissa sighed. She spread her legs a little before reaching down to direct his tongue to the proper area. Luckily, from this angle she couldn't see the blush on his face.

He reached out with his tongue, finding the very top of her pussy. James realized her hair had been trimmed to direct him. His first taste of her was a shock. It was unlike anything he had experience before.

James grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to his face. Narcissa squeaked in shock as his tongue delved deeper. She gripped the side of his head, fingers tangled in his hair, and held on for balance. His fumbling clearly showed he had no experience giving oral pleasure, but he had plenty of passion. Truth be told, Narcissa had only read about this in a romance novel she had stolen from a half-blood. She was determined to experience a tongue on her flower. The broom closet was the best chance, no self-respecting Pureblood would lower themselves to do such an act. For once, she was glad that Potter snubbed the traditional mindset.

She was under no illusions that her impending marriage to Lucius Malfoy would be anything beyond a business transaction. They would be intimate as long as it took to produce an heir. Romance of any sort was highly unlikely considering the complete lack of passion, or even interest, they shared when together.

Narcissa was brought sharply out of her thoughts by a jolt of pleasure. The tip of his tongue had brushed against her clit. James noticed her sudden movement and focused his attention on the accidental discovery. Circling the little nub a few times had Narcissa moaning loudly.

"Potter." She whispered as an orgasm rocked her body.

A rush of wetness flowed down his face. Her grip on his hair tightened. He continued to lick through her shuddering, shaky movements.

"Too much." Narcissa tapped the top of his head with her palms. "Too much. Stop."

James gave her one last lick before he stood up. His face was wet with her juices making that irritatingly charming grin of his all the smugger.

"Keep smiling, Potter." Narcissa turned around, pushing her ass out towards him. "Let's see what you can do with your wand."

James admired her plump bum. It was an excellent mixture of tight and fluff. Her words sunk in a moment later.

"Are you sure?" James spoke haltingly. "Your betrothal."

"Is to provide an heir." Narcissa snapped. "There is nothing about virginity, I've checked."

James didn't need to be told twice. He pressed forward. His cock had never been so hard in his life. He poked at her, trying to find her pussy.

"Not there." Narcissa squeaked.

She grabbed his member, guiding it to her lips. He had to bend his legs a bit to get the right angle.

"Go slow." She hissed.

James nodded. He pushed up, the crown of his cockhead brushing against her wetness. There was more resistance than he expected. He pressed harder, getting the tip of his cock in.

"You're so tight." James growled.

"How are you so big?" Narcissa almost sounded annoyed. "Are you part troll?"

James felt himself swell with pride. His cock throbbed a few times. The words spurred him on. He gripped her hips, pulling her down to match his push. Narcissa let out a long, slow moan as he finally properly slid inside of her.

"Slow." Narcissa whispered.

"Merlin." He was more than happy to oblige.

James had to stop. The sensation was just too much. He was going to pop at any moment. Hopefully, she didn't notice.

"You can move now." Narcissa said.

James did as he was told. He pressed deeper in, keeping his pace steady and slow. Far too soon he felt her wonderful ass pressing against his thighs.

"That's all of it." James spoke between breaths.

Narcissa nodded. Her jaw was clenched tight. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing she had another orgasm. Her breath came out ragged.

"You can start to move now." Narcissa put as much of her Pureblood training in her voice as she could.

James was too lost in the tidal wave of sensations to notice. He held tightly to her hips as he began to pull back. They moaned together as he reversed, pressing in once more. A few more pumps smoothed out the motion. He started to move faster, putting more power in each thrust.

His hands sought out her breasts, cupping them and playing with her nipples. Narcissa let out a happy sigh as she felt a small orgasm rush through her when one of his thrusts matched up with a pinch.

James was hypnotized by the way her ass bounced with each thrust. He pushed himself to move faster and harder. A low growl started in his chest before escaping his lips.

"Going to… Going to…" James tried to speak.

"Fuck… fuck… do it now." Narcissa was just as lost as he was. "James. Almost there."

James gripped her breasts tight, pushing her over the edge, as he began to erupt inside of her. Narcissa jolted as she felt pulse after pulse of his cum rush into her womb.

Thank Merlin she had taken precautions. James had as well. His father actually. He placed a charm at the start of every year to prevent unplanned heirs.

The two basked in the afterglow. Narcissa came back to herself, stepping forward, pulling away from him. She bit her lip to prevent the moan escaping from her lips as the movement sent sparks of pleasure along her spine. Narcissa didn't want to admit how good he had felt inside of her.

"Did you say my name?" James asked through pants.

"Potter." Narcissa turned to glare at him. "Why would I ever do that? This stays between us."

"Of course." James nodded. "See you around, Cissy."

Her glare intensified. James watched her get dressed. He didn't put on his clothes until she was finished.

"I will leave first. Wait ten minutes before you go."

Narcissa stepped out without a look back. The little closet was swallowed in darkness. Tonight hadn't gone the way he had expected. James just hoped he would be able to play it cool when he saw her again.

"She called me James." He smiled.