Redbeargrl's Cave

“Tuck your knees in Miss Prewett!” screamed Madam Hooch from the ground. “The damned thing is a broom, not a bloody horse!”

The young redhead on the broom blushed as brightly as her long flaming red hair at the command from Hooch, but complied by tucking her knees in tighter to the broom that she held in a death grip, as she circled the empty Quidditch pitch.  She proceeded to do another lap over the pitch about twenty feet off of the ground. Hooch heard a low throaty chuckle from behind her.

“And how many years have you been telling her that Xio?” asked Minerva McGonagall who was sitting straight-backed just behind Hooch.

“Five years Minerva,” she answered.  “Five…very…long…years.  The girl can fly faster than a scalded kneazle…but she still has a few other problems that…” Hooch’s commentary was interrupted by a heavy thud from one end of the pitch followed by a scream of frustration followed by a string of words that Minerva chose not to hear.

“Ah, I see what you mean Xio,” observed Minerva calmly as she watched the young girl stand up and dust herself off.

Hooch folded her arms under her breasts and hung her head. “In a straight line she’s fine, but any attempt at a quick turn…well, you can see what happened.  At least you were spared the sight of her landings.”

“Are they that bad?”

Hooch nodded towards the girl with her chin.  “About the same as you just witnessed.  A good landing for her is little more than a controlled crash. The poor thing wants to play Quidditch so badly, but she’s as clumsy as a troll in a china shop when it comes to actually maneuvering her broom. Pity…she’s as strong as an ox.  She would make an excellent Beater for Gryffindor House.”

“Oh dear,” said McGonagall in a worried tone. “She seems to be limping.  Perhaps you should send her to the Infirmary?”

Hooch eyed the girl walking back towards her position in the stands, dragging her broom behind her and walking with a definite limp. She didn’t seem particularly distressed by the sight. “No, that won’t be necessary Minerva. That was one of her better crashes.  It looks as if she’s just pulled another muscle.  I’ll take a quick look at it before I make any decisions about sending her to see Poppy.”

Minerva’s eyebrow shot up as she checked her watch pinned to the front of her emerald green robes. “Yes, well then, I’m sure you’ll do what’s right,” she said with a small wink. Her normally stern visage softened for a moment.  “I have to get back.  I have a class starting in a few moments…but I’ll see you tonight then?”

Hooch’s yellow eyes laughed as she looked back at McGonagall.  “Of course dear,” she whispered.  “Have I ever missed one of our little soirees?”

Minerva blushed slightly and a small shudder of pleasure coursed through her body.  She simply smiled and turned to return to the castle.  What a fine figure of a woman, thought Xio as she watched Minerva walk away. As if Minerva could hear her thoughts, she put a little extra wiggle in her step, which caused Xio a small hitch in her breathing.  Her private reverie was broken by Molly cursing a blue streak as she limped closer.

“Now, now Miss Prewett,” chided Xio, “language like that will never land you in good stead with the lads of Hogwarts!”

Molly snorted.  The “lads of Hogwarts” were the last things she had on her mind right now.  Well, except perhaps for that Arthur Weasley chap who had been hanging out around her lately. He seemed like he actually liked talking with her and not just wanting to stare at her rather large breasts like most of the other lads.  But right now, the ache in her upper thigh and her embarrassment about her landing were foremost on her young mind.

“Sorry Madam Hootch,” she replied apologetically. She did not, however look apologetic.  From the fire in her cheeks Hooch could tell she was angry with herself.

Xio descended down the last few steps of the stands and stood on the brilliant green grass of the pitch.  “Thigh or knee this time Ms Prewett?” she asked in a resigned tone.

Molly winced slightly as she took the last steps to stand in front of her instructor. “Thigh, I’m afraid Madame Hooch,” she mumbled and pointed to her upper left thigh.  Xio tried not to show any emotion.

“Oh, very well then,” she sighed, “let’s get you into the training room and I’ll have a look at it. But I must warn you that if I think you should go to the Infirmary I won’t have any hesitation to order you there.”

Molly nodded with resignation.  She had been in the Infirmary so many times she was getting to be a very familiar sight to Madame Pomfrey.   Poppy had warned her several times that if she injured herself “just one more time” she was going to issue an edict which would prevent Molly from being anywhere near a broom let alone on one.  She shuddered inwardly at the thought of not being allowed to fly any more.  She loved flying but the problem was that the fear of falling scared her to death.  She was also smart enough to know that she wasn’t yet skilled enough for Quidditch despite all of these years of instruction in her off-hours. 

Xio took the only slightly damaged broom from her.  “Put your arm around my waist Miss Prewett and let’s see how badly you’ve managed to hurt yourself this time.”

Molly complied without a word, putting her arm around the slim waist of Madame Hooch.  As she hobbled along she drank in the earthy odors from the woman by her side.  She smells like grass and sky, thought Molly. Molly liked being this close to Xio but she knew better than to show it.  It would just be improper if she did she reckoned.

The training room was cool and dark and smelled faintly of woman sweat, perfume, soap and hormones.  Molly breathed in the heady scents feeling that each one belonged with Madam Hooch.

Hooch gestured toward one of the training tables.  “Do you need help getting your kit off?” she asked kindly as Molly positioned her bum against the edge of the table.

Molly bit down on the pain from her thigh and wanted to say no, but she knew that she was going to have trouble with the boots.  “Maybe with the boots,” she said quietly.

Hooch put her hands around Molly’s waist and lifted her up sitting her on the table.  It didn’t take but a moment to remove most of Molly’s pads, socks, boots and skirt and then she gently laid her down fully reclined. She was a little uncomfortable laying there in just her white cotton knickers and jersey but soon relaxed.  She watched as Xio doffed her robes and then came to stand by the table clad only in her boots, tight black breeches and a white sleeveless top that contrasted beautifully with the deeply tanned skin on her face and neck. 

“Very well Miss Prewett, show me where it hurts again please?”  Molly obligingly pointed to a spot high up on the front of her thigh.

Xio’s hard strong hands probed the spot Molly had indicated resulting in a sharp intake of breath from the young redhead.  “Aha,” said Xio.  “Just a little muscle pull, nothing serious here then.”  She left Molly on the table and returned a few seconds later carrying a small sealed jar.  She noted the look of concern on Molly’s face when she opened it.

“It’s just an old family recipe Miss Prewett.  It will help the muscles relax and provide a little relief from the discomfort.  Just relax and I’ll slather you up here and then you can go back to your dorm and rest for a bit.  Should be right as rain by the morning.”  Molly gasped a little as the cool salve hit her skin. Xio gave a little chuckle.  “Oh, I should warn you Miss Prewett, the salve is going to feel a little warm on your skin for a bit.  But don’t worry, it can’t harm you.”

Molly nodded and felt Xio’s strong fingers begin to massage the salve into the aching muscle.  As the salve began to warm on her skin Molly noticed that it had a very pleasant earthy scent to it.  She also noticed that, from her vantagepoint of being below Xio, that the tops of Xio’s breasts were very noticeable as she bent into her work. Molly tried not to look but the sight was intoxicating.  Slowly she realized that another smell was lingering on the air, and with a start, realized that the odor was hers.  She began to feel a very damp feeling in her knickers and she tried desperately not to blush.  It didn’t work.

The problem stemmed from just how high up on her thigh the pain was.  As Xio massaged in the salve, the backs of her hands would occasionally lightly brush up against Molly’s white cotton clad sex, which was causing all sorts of havoc with the young girls’ senses.  She thought that she just might die from the embarrassment.  Each soft brush on her crotch caused the heat to build and the moisture to flow until she felt as though she had a swamp between her legs. She begged the Powers that Xio wouldn’t notice.

Xio couldn’t help but notice of course.  Molly was blessed with pheromones that would have put an ally cat to shame.  “How does that feel then Miss Prewett?” asked Xio trying not to laugh at the young girls’ predicament.  She also felt like she was getting a little excited by events.

“Oh fine Miss,” squeaked Molly through clenched teeth. “It feels much better now.  Very much better in fact.”

“Good.  Just a few more minutes then and we should have you fit as a fiddle,” said Xio in a rather husky voice.  Against her better judgement she let the back of her hand press a little harder against the white cotton and linger perhaps a bit longer than was necessary. The tight white skin, with it’s light dusting of freckles on Molly’s thigh was acting like an aphrodisiac on Xio and the scent of the pheromones was stronger now, almost to the point of making her head spin.

“Just a bit longer now Miss Prewett,” grunted Xio, “and everything should be just fine.”

“Oh my…yes it will!” whispered Molly who was feeling a very familiar pressure building up from down there. Molly may have been a virgin, but she knew the wondrous feeling of wanking herself in her bed at night as she listened to the sounds of the other girls as they did the same thing.  She knew that girls sometimes did things to each other but she had never had anything done to her.  Until now that is.  She cursed herself silently for all of the wasted opportunities she had squandered by spurning the advances from some of her dorm mates who found her attractive and who had shyly suggested that their friendship might go to another level.

I am such a dumbass, she thought as Xio’s hands brushed against her a little harder and more frequently.

“Almost done,” whispered Xio.

“Indeed!” whispered Molly trying desperately not to thrust her hips up against Hooch’s hands.

Suddenly Xio stopped and withdrew her hands from the tender young flesh on the table.  The reality of what she was about to do hit her with a ton of force.  She was a Hogwarts teacher!  And Hogwarts staff did most certainly not go about wanking off Hogwarts students, even if they were of legal age!  “Xiomara Hooch, she said to herself, “pull yourself together!”

She turned to say something to Molly but found herself unable once she saw the look of longing in Molly’s soft brown eyes. She started to stammer an apology but Molly surprised her by reaching out and taking her hand. She brought it to her lips, kissed it lightly, and then placed it palm down on her soaking wet knickers.

“Please?” she whispered. “I know it’s wrong…and wrong of me to ask, but…”

Xio slowly nodded and pressed the heel of her hand hard onto Molly.  It only took a second for Molly to climax, so worked up had she been.  Xio’s falcon yellow eyes softened as she watched Molly writhe on the padded tabletop.  She saw the bright white teeth biting into her lower lip to stifle her cries and felt the thrust of her hips bucking against her hand as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her young body.

It took a few moments for Molly’s breathing to steady and by then it was impossible to determine any difference between the red of her abundant flowing locks and the skin of her face. As her breathing returned to normal Xio removed her hand and stood there with the look of a condemned woman on her face.  She had crossed the line and knew that Molly could get her into very serious trouble.  She needn’t have worried.

Molly’s eyes slowly focused and she could see Xio’s predicament.  As much as she wanted to embrace Xio and kiss her, she decided that the safest course was to change the subject. She was also aware of the line being crossed. “I do believe my thigh feels ever so much better Madam Hooch.  Thank you very much.  I’ve also decided that I am not really fit to play Quidditch.  It’s just been a dream I suppose.”  She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the table.  She looked very thoughtful for quite a bit before speaking again. “I do love to fly though!  It’s just that…well…the thought of falling scares me so badly that I just can’t control myself.”

Xio breathed deeply; relieved that a messy situation wasn’t going to continue on.  “Nonsense Miss Prewett!” she snapped.  “You are a excellent flyer.  You just have a small problem with control.”

“Tell me about it!” mumbled Molly under her breath thinking about her recent lack of it on the table.

“I will expect you here next week at the same time.  We are going to work on your little problem.  See if we can’t build up a little confidence in you girl.  That’s all you lack you know, confidence.” 

Molly studied the older woman’s face to see if there was some other meaning revealed there, but all she could see was the short tousled premature grey hair and those eyes that always reminded her of a raptor on the hunt. The smile was genuine though and seemed friendly.  Molly nodded in agreement.

The next week went quickly for Molly and before she knew it she was standing in the training room with Xio for her next lesson.  Hooch shot a quick look out of the window and then looked back to Molly who was starting the process of getting into her Quidditch gear.

“It’s much too warm a day to bother with all that gear Miss Prewett.  Just put on the elbow and knee pads if you please and follow me.” 

Molly complied and followed Xio outside to the bright warm sunshine of the late afternoon dressed only in her school uniform with the additional pads.

Xio handed her a strange broom and proceeded to mount her own. That’s my old Silver Arrow Miss Prewett.  I think you’ll find it faster than what you’re used to.  We’re going to play a game now Miss Prewett.  It’s called "catch me if you can "and it’s aimed at building some confidence in you.”  Xio kicked off from the ground and looked down at the startled girl.  “Come on then, what are you waiting for?  Don’t think you can do it eh? Catch me if you can Miss Prewett!”

“Can’t do it?” seethed Molly.  She watched Xio’s rapidly diminishing form streak skywards into the clear afternoon sky. “Bugger me if I can’t catch you Hooch!” she screamed and kicked off. 

Xio heard the scream from Molly still on the ground and grinned.  She had taken a chance and guessed correctly about what to say to Molly to get her mind off of her fear. She looked down to see Molly, all bared white teeth and streaming red hair, shooting upwards like a rocket from its launch pad.  “Well! Well!” exclaimed Xio.  “The girl has spunk I’ll grant her that.”  Xio urged her broom a little faster.  “Let’s see just how much she has then!” she said to herself as she took off towards the Black Lake.

It didn’t take long for Molly to realize that although the Silver Arrow was indeed faster than the school brooms she was used to, it wasn’t as fast as Hooch’s broom.  She didn’t let that bother her though as she streaked up and after Hootch.  Her only thought was catching her instructor; all other thoughts fled her conscious mind as the wind rushed past her ears.  Every time she got close enough to see the wide smile on Hooch’s face Xio would jink left or right or suddenly go into a dive or a loop.  Molly’s teeth were clenched with the effort but she stayed right on Hooch’s tail.

Hooch was clearly in her element.  Like a hunting hawk she swooped and dove, turning without effort and stopping on a dime to watch Molly shoot past her.  Then she would speed up and pass Molly taunting her as she went by.  “Come on then Miss Prewett!  You can go faster than that!” she would yell.  Molly uttered curses that would have made a dragon trainer blush and stretched out full length on her broom into a racing position.  Always she could hear Xio’s laughter floating on the wind just ahead of her.

The old Silver Arrow wasn’t supposed to be capable of speeds above seventy miles per hour but Molly’s sheer tenacity forced it to much higher speeds.  Hooch was impressed but continued the taunting until Molly could only grit her teeth and try to get a little bit more from the older broom.  The soared like a pair of eagles in the darkening sky, swooping dives and turns that would have made many a proud raptor blush from their beauty. Hooch was there; always just out of reach no matter what Molly tried and the harder she tried the madder she became.

Molly pulled up short when she realized that she could no longer see Xio in the gathering gloom.  She floated, turning this way and that to find her instructor when a horrible scream pierced the evening sky.  Molly swung about to see Hooch in an out of control dive heading straight into the trees by the shores of the lake. “HOOCH!” she yelled at the top of her voice.  “I’m coming! Hang on!”

Molly went into a power dive at full speed aimed at the point where she last saw Xio disappear into the tall pines on the shoreline.  She overshoot her mark a bit and as she passed over she saw Hooch laying on the ground sprawled in a position that usually meant broken bones or worse.  Molly’s heart leapt into the back of her throat as she did a tight loop and aimed her broom straight down into the ground.  It was just light enough to see the floor of the clearing as she pulled up on the broom with all of her strength and executed a perfect landing.  She dropped her broom and ran to where she had seen Xio lying on the ground but when she got there she saw no one.

A throaty laugh from behind her spun her around.  Hooch walked out of the trees grinning like a mad woman.  “Now that was a perfect landing Miss Prewett!  Perfect indeed.  I knew…”

She was cut off by Molly tackling her and pinning her to the ground before she covered Xio’s mouth with her own.  “Damn you Hooch!” growled Molly tearing at Xio’s clothes.  “Damn you for scaring me like that!”

Xio looked at the fury and the passion in Molly’s flashing eyes and pulled her back down for a longer, deeper kiss.  They pawed at one another’s clothing, ripping items off when buttons or zips wouldn’t cooperate. Xio was strong and hard from years of flying but Molly was younger, faster and stronger.  They wrestled amongst the pine needles kissing and biting until they both were naked and sweating.  Molly looked up from the floor of the forest to see Hooch looking down at her like a Hawk who had just discovered her dinner.  Her yellow eyes seemed to glow in the brightening moonlight and then Molly saw them descend towards her with predatory delight.

She gasped as Xio’s fingers found her core while her tongue danced circles around her swollen nipples.  Without really knowing what she was doing Molly spread her legs as far apart as they would go giving Xio clear access to the delights she would find there.  Strong fingers massaged Molly’s ample breasts as she felt Xio’s tongue leaving a fiery trail down across her stomach…down to the red curls between her parted thighs.

Xio spoke only once.  “Are you sure?” she asked.

Molly replied by reaching up and gently urging Xio’s face between her legs.  The still night air was heavy with woman scent and pine as Xio’s tongue found her mark.  Molly’s whole world centered on her soaking cleft as Xio’s fingers and tongue worked to penetrate her.  She screamed into the stillness as Xio settled in between her white, freckled thighs and took Molly’s virginity, there on the quiet forest floor by the shores of a still black lake.  The moon blushed as they made love, Xio teaching her just how to pleasure a woman and Molly doing her level best to learn.

Molly, as she did in everything else, did learn her lessons well. Hours later an exhausted Xio would attest to Molly’s learning abilities as they lay on their backs under the stars wrapped in each other’s arms. 

It was a lesson that would never be repeated between them for the rest of Molly’s time at Hogwarts by mutual consent.  But in the years to come, Molly would often find a moment of peace quietly lying in her tub or bed and fondly, passionately, remember the first great love of her life.

It was enough.