So, on turning into the dark cul-de-sac,I turned back around to face my pursuer. I only had to wait a couple ofseconds to see a guy come around the co...rner and stand staring at me."Have you been following me?" I demanded.He looked nervous like maybe he hadn't done this before, or maybe theother girls didn't tend to stand up to him. I recognised him as one of theguys who had been giving me wolf whistles and catcalls from outside theclub. He must have followed me from there. While he had been. Within a couple of minutes of my hands working his thighs and buttocks, Jim grabbed my hand and quite forcibly placed it on his, by now, fully aroused member.'Suck me!' he lowly growled.I brought my painted lips to his pale helmet, kissed the piss slit ever so lovingly, and proceeded to devour his long, veined cock, inch by inch, into my hot mouth. My head bobbed back and forth along the length of his shaft, my tongue swirled around the ridge of his helmet. Jim started to move his hips, quite. And as usual, he was right. He heard, but could not see, the students moving close to him in an almost parody of stealth. Stumbles, urgently whispered reproaches, the odd giggle and even an outright laugh could be heard as the teens cheerfully made their way to the exit.Harry and his friends, Snape knew, were heading to an encounter with Voldemort and his gang. It was perfectly obvious that some might die, and perhaps all of them. Yet the students came, cheerfully and even mirthfully. Was this. Since I haven't even had a boyfriend or even try looking myself that way.After a few months later, I started going out with my friends. I would come home very late and my dad and my brother would sometimes just give me little lectures that I am girl and I should come home early and not go out late since I could get kidnapped or raped. They were so caring and they always looked after me. I would say, "yes I know" but I never listened. My habit of going out late and not listening made my dad.