A Private Lesson in Pleasure - Part 1
Nocturnal-Rapture
posted: 2017-09-01
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An erotic fan-fic featuring Severus Snape, in a sexual encounter with one of his former female students.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, all characters are over the age of consent. This story is written as fan fiction and is not to be taken as canon in the Harry Potter universe. Apologies to J.K.Rowling.
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A Private Lesson in Pleasure - Part 1
Professor Severus Snape reached for the knocker on the front door. Before he touched it, the knocker spoke.
"Ah, Professor. She has been expecting you. You will find her in her room - up the stairs, the room at the end of the hall. The door is open. Do come in."
The front door swung magically open before the Professor could protest about meeting a former student in her bed chambers. Severus Snape raised one finger and tilted his head as he thought about the propriety of the situation. Then, he shook off the idea and walked inside. Apparently, neither the door knocker nor the owner seemed to mind him entering the house without an escort.
It was early summer. Sarah, who was on the computer in her room, had just graduated from Hogwarts a month before. She had been Snape's favorite student, in fact, one of the few that over the years that he could do more than tolerate. She was smart and quick to learn, but not pretentious about her grades. Potions was her favorite subject, or so she had told him once. And she had always been eager in the classroom as well as obedient, sticking to his strict rules without fail.
She always seemed to be in a good mood during class and she smiled a lot, even at him. Normally, he would have found this annoying, as though she were to trying to flatter him into giving her a better grade. However, she already made top marks in his class and her smiles had seemed genuine. He found himself touched that at least one of the students didn't resent him for being a demanding teacher. In fact, he had had to stop himself from smiling back at her a few times. One time, he had failed to restrain himself, and Sarah had seemed too glow in response. After that moment, something had stirred inside him that he could not control.
He liked her, and not just as a good student. He had noticed in that moment when he smiled at her just how beautiful she was - long golden hair, eyes that shifted colors like the sea from blue to grey to green, oval face, alabaster skin. He had even noticed her body, slender yet curvaceous in all the right places. Or rather all the wrong places for him to be looking since he was her teacher. He chided his thoughts. But she had melted something cold inside him just a bit. And he was grateful for that, not to mention that a stunning eighteen year old girl saw through his severe exterior enough to beam.
They had formed a kind of attachment, the appropriate kind for a student and professor, as Sarah had stayed after class to assist him on occasions. Still, ever since he had given in and smiled back at her, he couldn't help watching her from time to time, appreciating the way she looked bending over to retrieve something from a low cupboard or stretching to reach a high shelf. Her movements were effortlessly graceful and her body was young and luscious. Often, he had to look away. Sometimes when they were working side by side she would brush up against him and he would hold his breath, eyes closed, trying to fight the urges that were normally so easy for him to suppress.
Now, he found himself uncomfortable, almost nervous, at the prospect of being in her bedroom with her. Coming over to her house was enough to unbalance his emotions. He had almost declined her invitation. However, she had said she was on the verge of creating a potion of her own, but had kept its purpose a secret. When she had told him she needed his advice, he was secretly flattered. Besides, Sarah sounded so excited that he could not bear to let her down.
She was going to away to another school in the fall to become a Potions Master herself. She had told him that she had made that career choice because he had inspired her throughout the years. He was proud to have been so influential in a student's life, even though she had been a Ravenclaw not a Slytherin. He wasn't used to being admired and found it filled a void that had long been hidden within him.
Professor Snape followed the door knocker's directions and found himself hesitantly and quietly entering his former student's bedroom. Sarah did not notice him at first because she was busy surfing the net - a Muggle thing to do but she was after all half-Muggle, like himself. Leaning back in her chair with her long legs stretched out on the table at which she sat, she appeared lithe and supple. She was wearing shorts and tight baby-doll shirt that clung to the curves of her body. Severus found his eyes tracing the smooth lines of her legs up to her torso where they lingered on her chest before finally resting on her face, which was intent on the computer screen. He almost sighed. She looked ravishing relaxing in her causal clothes rather than a concealing school uniform. He was also seeing her in her own element for once instead of the austere classroom. It was an intimate moment, seeing her away from the restrictions of the school, watching her private behaviour, here in her own room. Severus savoured the sight, but feeling too much like a voyeur, he quickly composed his posture and cleared his throat to let her know he was there. She turned her head slowly as though she had been letting him appraise her the whole time. When their eyes met, she grinned and pushed a few stray locks back behind her ear.
"Professor," she said in delighted tones. "I'm so glad you could make it."
She kicked her heels off the table and stood to greet him. Her demeanor was almost like a child who has waited all day for her father to come home. He almost expected her to hug him in excitement, although that would have been very unlike her normal behaviour. However, it had been a month since they had seen each other. Deep down he wished she would touch him and he struggled with guilt at this desire. Sarah walked over to him and they exchanged pleasantries. The way she looked at him lightened his heart, almost freeing it from its bonds. His careful composure was in danger.
"Wouldn't it be more appropriate if we spoke downstairs in the foyer?" he felt compelled to ask.
"Not really," Sarah smiled innocently. "The information I wanted to share with you is on my computer in here. Besides," she added. "There is no one else in the house. So who would we be saving the formalities for?"
Snape thought that talking outside of her bedroom would have made him feel more comfortable, but said nothing. He was busy worrying because they were totally alone. He wasn't sure he trusted himself.
"This isn't the school, Professor. You don't have to stand on decorum here." She tilted her head in a coy manner as she spoke. "In fact, I am no longer your student. So there's no reason to treat me with the same unapproachable attitude." She turned around, but before she did, he thought he saw her wink.
Had he imagined it?
Sarah walked back to her computer, the aroma of her hair trailing as he followed her. She stood while punching some keys. Her back was to Severus and he inhaled deeply the fragrance she wore, trying to place it. Normally, he would have been able to identify the ingredients immediately but she was being so, well, distracting with her inherent beauty and her casual, almost flirtatious behaviour - not at all like the reserve she had shown at school. The perfume of her was so inviting, so sensual. He wanted to reach out and touch her. His resolve was fading. After all, she had said it herself. They were no longer student and teacher. But what would their relationship be now? Surely not what he wanted. Sarah couldn't really be thinking of him in that way.
In the midst of his musings, he realized his hand was involuntarily reaching out to touch the small of her waist. As he drew his hand back, she turned around to face him. He was standing very close to her, having been lured in by her scent. She didn't flinch at his proximity although he was less than a full step away from her. Instead, she looked up at him, straight into his dark eyes, and smiled a beguiling, almost taunting smile. Severus was enthralled. Although something deep within him goaded him to move away, he wasn't able to.
"So," she said, as though she had rehearsed this scene in her mind. "Since we are no longer restricted to the formalities of the student/teacher relationship, I need to know what to call you. I could continue calling you 'Professor Snape' if you like but I want us to be on more even terms, more adult terms. 'Professor' is only slightly less stiff, like that of colleagues. And 'Snape' sounds like I'm your Quidditch coach and you're on role call. So can it be 'Severus?'" As she said this she leaned in very close and practically whispered his first name in his ear. He felt his body shiver against his will.
Sarah's face was very close to his. A deep desire swelled within him to grab her and kiss her with all the passion he had restrained for so long. How long had it been since he had had a lover? He couldn't remember. Severus imagined the soft touch of her silken skin. The scent that he now recognized as opium essential oil beckoned to him with its dreamy fragrance. Severus looked down into Sarah's staring eyes. Though he was reknowned for the potency of his gaze, this time hers was the more intense. So he let his eyes wander along the arch of her neck where he imagined she had dabbed the oil. Then his unadulterated regard fell to the curves of her breasts which were now very near him, her low cut top exposing cleavage in which he wished to bury himself. Realizing his enrapt attentions were near to ogling, he tried to make it look like he was hanging his head in modesty. But when he looked back up, her eyes still penetrated his. She was still awaiting an answer to the question he had long forgotten among the rises and dips of the reverie that was her softly scented flesh. She moved even closer until her breasts pressed against his chest as she leaned up and whispered in his ear.
"So may I call you Severus?" She said his name almost breathlessly, as though exhaling it in the midst of some rapture.
He moaned low as he felt himself begin to harden.
"Yes," he breathed, taking a step back so that she wouldn't feel the stiffness rising in his pants.
"Severus," she said with the air of a siren's song as she stepped forward once more. "I realize that you are probably attracted women who are sophisticated and emotionally restrained. And I know I'm not like that, despite my professional conduct in the classroom. I'm passionate and sensual and, yes, you were once my authority figure whom I obeyed explicitly. But now I'm a woman - a headstrong one at that. Yet, I would still let you have a position of power over me because I have ached in silence, wanting you for years."
Severus was stunned mute. Could he really be hearing this confession? Or was this just a trick of sleep playing out his ardent fantasy to a famished concupiscence?
"Every time I saw you," she continued, "all the time we spent together after class, even just thinking about you when I was alone, made me desire you more and more. But I suspended my own wishes because I respected the position you were in and I didn't want to compromise your career. Now, I'm done waiting. You may think me forward but I am dying from this delay and I had to reveal my true feelings to you. You have aroused my desire more than anyone has in my whole life and I long for you to want me back with the same ardour."
Sarah stopped for a moment, as though searching his face for any sign besides astonishment. Severus's dark eyes were wide, staring into her trembling ones, watching her bite her lower lip. His mouth was slightly open, the way one might imagine someone ready to be kissed. He closed his eyes and inhaled a still incredulous breath.
She hurried to say more before he could respond. "I have no idea what you think of such a bold move or even if you're interested in me. But if I'm not mistaken, I have seen some signs. Either way, I had to unburden myself and I need to know what you think of all this." She said these last words like an apology which made her speech finally believable to his normally skeptical and penetrating mind.
She winced a little as if preparing for an emotional blow. After a moment of silence, she opened her eyes. Severus's face had softened. There was a new contemplative light in his eyes like he was assessing her. This reaction seemed to give Sarah the courage to stand tall, posturing herself in her most comely manner, daring a more confident and confidential approach. She batted her eyes just once and lowered her voice to a sultry tone.
"I realize you may think this an unseemly way for a lady to act, but I had to take the chance. However, I am not as forward as to pursue you any farther than to tell you how I have felt for so long. I am a woman, so I need to be pursued. Therefore, whatever happens now is your decision. I will follow your lead in this matter."
Sarah backed away to give Severus room to breathe and think. There was no need. His resolve to propriety had been snapped by her tender words. He had already been estimating her speech so he knew better than to waste time weighing the possibilities. Here was a woman before him that was vivacious and willing to set everything on the line for him. He let his desire rush to the surface, giving her a half-smile now, and taking in the measure of her stance along with the nuances of her movements. She gave every sign of being eager for him, though he almost couldn't believe it. Still, he acted on it.
Continued in Part 2...