HAVE SEX (digital) with Milly in front of the crowds: 7 (You have a pretty good time)

4+1+2 (attribute) = 7

It's bizarre to think how little time has passed since you arrived at Boarbristle. Six months ago you were almost a virgin, with only a few experiences with a single partner in your past. And now, even though you had more or less thought of yourself as straight up until today, this is the third girl whose body you are going to be taking into your hands, above and beyond the young men you've given yourself to. But this is completely different. Chen and Felice, especially the former, clearly have a preference for girls even if they don't spurn males completely like some Minervals (and a few of the other houses) do. Milly, on the other hand, isn't going willingly into it thanks to a girl's allure, like Chen tempted you into doing.

No, Milly has just said pretty clearly that she is not interested in you, and that she fully intends to limit herself to the male half of the student population. And here you are, about to ignore that maliciously and violate her in public in front of a bunch of barbarians.

Perhaps it says something about you as you snake your hand under her skirt that such an ethical breach is secondary in your mind compared to something more practical. You simply don't have that much experience at fingering. You never really got into the habit of masturbating, since by the time you got really horny, you were already there at the horniest damned wizarding school in the world, which meant you'd just poured all of that energy into seeking out sex partners.

But that only makes it more of a thrill. Milly is taller than you and definitely stronger, but it seems perhaps she has made such a habit of submitting to the sexual desires of any lusty boy who approaches her that she doesn't try to push you away. It's so different from having someone else, even an aggressive girl like Felice, put her hands on you. You can run your palm all over the warm, smooth skin of Milly's inner thighs and feel every quiver. You can feel her stomach tighten as she gasps when you pull her panties to the side.

A shocked murmur runs through the gawking mundanes. If you were a male, it's likely someone would be trying to stop you, but perhaps they find it more innocent this way somehow, thinking Milly is your girlfriend or something. Everyone caring to look can see the smooth pink crease of Milly's pussy, which you start tracing your finger around the edge of.

"It is so nice of you to have saved yourself for me, Miss Cherrywood." you say to her in your best dominating tone. It was your very first day that you discovered the thrill of dominating someone. But, being a burly young man, your 'submissive' in that case had still easily held you in place and did most of the moving. Now, Milly's soft, lithe body is as helpless in your hands as a cute doll. You grind your hips against her firm, muscular little bottom and hike her skirt high enough to show off her navel. "I'm the first girl to get to touch this lovely little peach, aren't I?"

"Stop... please stop..." she says. You know you should. But there is a note of quavering excitement in her voice that stokes you to push on. You start rapidly running your finger up and down her slit, feeling the first slippery moisture starting to collect. It's a good thing that you keep your fingernails trimmed short... goodness, how do those with long glossy nails like Felice manage this? You're sure she will love to tell you in detail.

Rather than using her hands to push you away, Milly has raised her hands and put them over her face, having no more words but sucking her breath through her teeth and whimpering incoherently. It makes you feel greedy, and in control. You savor the moment as you dip your finger into her and feel the warmth surrounding it. She tightens around the intruding digit gratifyingly.

Sure, Milly has been obligingly offering this tight, wet treasure of hers to various horny boys, but she wouldn't have ever put herself in a position to submit to Felice or Chen, as alluring as they were. This is a feeling not unlike how you felt when you touched yourself to the sight of your short-term girlfriend Chen letting your friend Bertie fuck her from behind a few weeks back - breaking through inhibitions. You are the key that opens doors to forbidden desires.

"Ahahaha... hahahaha. HAHAHHAA!" Almost before you realize it you are laughing. Softly at first, and then cackling like a wicked sorceress from the history books.

You pour all your focus into enjoying the feel of Milly's tightening snatch around your fingers. You slip your index and middle finger in there and start twisting and spinning them around inside of her. She can really squeeze, this girl. How dare those greedy bastards keep a nubile body like hers to themselves? You start to curl your fingertips experimentally, finding what seems to make her shudder the most.

And then, with little warning, you are reminded of the disadvantages of exploring with someone else's body rather than your own as Milly drives her elbow into your chest. She hits you right in the tender surface of your left tit, making you wince and yelp with pain. She then keeps hammering you with that sharply angled bone again and again. Alas, it seems that there are same natural physical drawbacks to trying to become a molester when you're a hair shy of five feet tall and barely 90 pounds. Milly is lithe but also over a head taller than you. Her voice is breathy and desperate. "Stop it, stop it before the Draconian sees, I don't want them to make fun of me any more!" she squeals in a high pitched voice.

Just as you are about to resign and pull your fingers out of Milly's pussy, you feel her cry out sharply in surprise, and such an intense shudder runs through her body that it makes you wobble on your feet. Her thighs clamp shut around your hand like a snapdragon, forcing your fingers deeper in her just as she gets much wetter inside. So much wetter, in fact, that you can feel something warm and slippery running down over your knuckles and starting to drip along the side of your hand. The pain is forgotten as you luxuriate in the pleasure of being able to wiggle your fingers deeper.

"Unnhhh..." you moan into the back of her neck (sadly, you just don't have the reach to nibble on her ears or kiss her cheek), "you really make a mess when you cum, don't you Milly?"

Her knees are knocking together as she peeks out at the people staring at her, realizing they can clearly see your delicate hand halfway inside of her, and then whimpers again, covering her face with both hands and foreclosing any further physical retaliation. You start slowly dipping your fingers in and out of her, edging your thumb higher over her soft, smooth public mound until you find the little textured spot that makes her gasp again with overstimulation. While still strumming the strings of her feminine harp with your fingers your thumb is now pushing into the top of her sex and making slow circular motions. She is getting unsteady on her feet now.

"Please, no more, Francisca! I can't take this..." she begs.

"Oh, what are you worried about?" You ask as you pick up the pace. "None of those people know who you are. We'll never see them again. They don't matter. Only your good friend Francisca," you refer to yourself in the third person, "knows that her fingers made you cum harder than any slack-jawed schoolboy could. And on this holiday outing, away from prying Minerval eyes or their gossiping tongues, you'll reward my effort with your own. It will be our little public secret." you say, your normally shrill and squeaky voice becoming a conspiratorial hiss.

"I... but I told you I... this wasn't what I wanted!" Milly moans through her hands.

"I think it is what your lower half wanted." you say sharply, suddenly increasing the pace of your fingers' movements to a fever pitch. You would almost worry that you're doing it too hard to feel good, especially after she's still recovering from the first time. But it would seem Milly has a shorter refractory period than you do, because she starts gasping desperately for breath and twisting ineffectually in your grip before her whole body jerks backwards and she trips over her own feet.

Since Milly weighs a good 20 or 30 pounds more than you do, this means that when she topples backwards, you can't prop her up... especially since you've been squeezing your own thighs together as you wettened up. You slowly topple, sitting down hard on the floor... hard enough to leave a light bruise on your butt, but not enough to scrape. The discomfort is worth the pride you feel. In fact you choose to believe that there's no proof Milly reached such flashy orgasms because Felice was casting forbidden spells on her from out of sight, and not because you just have such natural talent as a lover.

In facy you start laughing softly and chatting to yourself as you wrap your hands around the stunned Milly's slender stomach and squeeze her. "Ah yes, yes, I'm soooo good at this. You need to learn from me, Milly. Anyone can lay there like a 'nubile sexy pillow' and make some guy spurt by letting him thrust into you. But making a hesitant girl reach a shrieking orgasm in front of a crowd of strangers is something else entirely."

It is fortunate that you pull your hand back and push Milly's panties back up just as Aegidius arrives with a curious-looking little girl in a sweater following behind him. " Spinnst du oder was?! What are you doing, Ms. Cherrywood? Franziska? You are causing a stir! Did you not hear me telling you to avoid attention?"

Your throat tightens up and you start stammering. But Milly shoots up like a jack in the box and scrambles to her feet. Fortunately, the stir is enough for you to hold your legs together and carefully stand up without revealing to the onlookers (or Aeddy) that you've lost your panties.

"I'm so sorry, Sir!" Milly says, brushing herself off and pulling you up to your feet. "It was... the smoke! This nasty smoke outside. It hit me all at once after leaving the House of Neiman Marcus, and it made me faint and collapse. I accidentally fell on top of your sister when she was trying to help me keep my footing."

"Well," Aegidius says, not seeming to suspect, "plans have changed and we need to leave quickly." he glances back at the confused-looking little brown haired girl in the pink sweater standing behind him and tightens his grip on his staff. "I've already informed the mundaneborn." he says, not even bothering to use Kinzie's name. "We need to return to the safehouse I had chosen ahead of schedule while I quickly and discretely convene with Magister Whiteswallow."

"I'm right hee-re!" Felice Collier sashays out of a nearby alley. "I was just giving the locals some teasing glances up under my skirt! I didn't want to drag your innocent sister and her friend into something so unseemly so I left them out of it, of course. Perfect timing, my dear!" She comes close to Aegidius and brushes her chest up against him, but he ignores her.

Even dressed in his silly costume, Aegidius gives hard glances that convince the men who'd been staring at your public sex show to awkwardly disperse and walk away. He leads all of you into that alley and carefully checks that no one is watching as he raises his staff to bring down the invisibility cloak again.

The child from before is still watching silently. You are quite confused about that and want to ask what's going on here, but don't want to draw his ire when you're looking so guilty... you can only hope that the stench of smog and exhaust is enough to cover up the pungent smell clinging to your fingers.

Kinzie asks instead. "Oi! You aristocratic lout! What're you doing, casting like that with that little brat around? What happened to all those fookin' warnings about the Perjurors?"

"You have performed your task adequately so far, McMullins." Aegidius says harshly to her. "Do not undo that by wasting the time of your superior with frivolous questions when it is time to move. Keep watch over the child, but worry not, she can hear nothing."

"You mean 'tisn't yours? Cor! Are you mad? Where's her parents?!" Kinzie demands, looking shocked.

"They will be along in due time. Their uncoerced and uncommanded assent was given for a brief outing with their daughter, considering the circumstances." Aegidius says with a contemptuous sigh. "Now, I have staked out the least filthy public washroom here. One at a time.... ONE at a time," he gives a hard look to Felice, "you girls will go inside and change back into your uniforms, though of course, they have had to be altered to remove our house insignias and anything else unfit for unenlightened eyes."

...

To her credit, Felice doesn't sneak into the bathroom with you as you go in. The obnoxious, harsh lights that buzz like a beehive are quite annoying and discomfitting, but you manage to change yourself pretty quickly. Almost immediately though you notice that there's more of a change than just removing insignias. There is no robe, just the skirt, blouse and sweater. And you are pretty sure that they have... shrunk a little. The plaid skirt is quite a bit shorter, extending not even halfway down your thigh. And the blouse is tighter with shorter sleeves and a much higher bottom. It would be ideal for showing off cleavage, if you had any to show, and it leaves your belly button bare between the hem and the top of your skirt. Even the sweater seems like it's shrunk several sizes and barely fits, hugging your body tightly, and damn it all, its now too short as well, still leaving your navel on display. Since it's cold, you go ahead and leave the striped thigh-high stockings on, leaving a few inches of pale flesh exposed between the bottom of the skirt and the colorful, tight fabric around your legs.

The other girls look at you with surprise when you come back out into the alley. Even Felice is pretending to be surprised, her eyes wide and putting her hand over her lips as she giggles. You have a strong suspicion that she is the one who bewitched your clothes like this, even though when she re-emerges from the bathroom her own outfit has had similarly sexy alterations.

After what feels like hours of travel, you are getting closer to where you were. Milly has been completely avoiding your gaze the entire time and now guilt is starting to replace the giddiness. You instead decide to spar a little with Felice: "Ach, all this walking! And we have to go so slow for that random kid to keep up..."

Felice giggles. "With your short legs, cherie, I think we'd be needing to slow down for you, anyway!"

You wrinkle your nose at her. "I suppose I should just thank you for having the foresight not to change our shoes into high heels if we had such a long walk ahead, yeah?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Felice protests, putting a hand on her cheek. "I just found them this way, I promise!"

"We have arrived. Amenities and sleeping space will be provided." Aegidius says flatly.

Wow. That house up ahead of you is absolutely enormous. It's not quite as large as the castle your family lives in, but, well, it's about as big as a house can get without being called a 'castle'. Like many mundane buildings it has a very strange style and composition, with too many right angles. Still, it looks like it has dozens of rooms at least. And although it will be a challenge dealing with mischief from Felice and avoiding Kinzie while she's feeling wrathful, you are feeling confident that there will be no more unpleasant surprises, and that the worst is over on this little punishment trip of yours. Aegidius's course of action is making you worry a little, but, well, it'll all be his responsibility anyway, so it will do no good to worry. Perhaps you should just relax and enjoy yourself if you can.

"What a shite pile of a day." Kinzie says through gritted teeth. "I don't care if this is a place ye paid for or if we're to just break in, I'm going to find their liquour cabinet."

"I am still your chaperone, you realize. There will be absolutely no drinking." Aegidius says sternly. Kinzie just glares at him, then you. "Yehhhhhhh... hmmph... try and stop me, y' wankstain." the freckled girl mutters bitterly.