An Orchid By Any Other Name

Chapter 7- The Room of Requirement

When Harry and Orchid reached the top of the last staircase, he gestured to a blank stretch of wall and said, "Here we are. We are going to walk past this spot three times, concentrating hard on what we want."

Hand in hand, the newlyweds paced the corridor. We need to be together... somewhere no one can find us... we need a safe place for the night... we have to fulfill the charm...

The third time they passed, Orchid gasped as a large door appeared from nowhere on the wall. She reached out, turned the knob, and found inside a room appointed like an expensive honeymoon suite.

"Wow," said Harry nervously. "The room really outdid itself this time."

Orchid went over to a vanity table where were placed all types of perfumes and powders. Beside it was a tall folding screen, on which hung with a number of hangers with tasteful lingerie. She chose a long gown of red silk, and disappeared behind the screen.

Harry sat on the large canopied bed, feeling shy despite the heat rising to his navel. He decided it would be easier to undress now, while she wasn't looking, and though only some candles on the vanity lighted the room, he felt bashful. Looking around, he spotted a robe that looked as if it perfectly matched the gown Orchid had chosen. He slipped into it just as she emerged from the partition.

She had let her hair down, and looked more like the Greek goddess from the ball than the beautiful schoolgirl he had just married in her uniform. She beckoned him with her finger, and they both blushed as he drew near. She picked up a small bottle of sandal oil and smeared a bit onto his neck, and he did the same to her with sweet jasmine.He drew her by the hand to the foot of the bed, and, sitting down, pulled her atop himself. He was amazed to see that she seemed just as excited as he was, and didn't say 'no' as he felt along her bare back and silk covered ass and legs. She whimpered appreciatively as he kissed and nibbled her ears and her neck, which was encircled with a red ribbon. He could feel her nipples becoming harder as he caressed her breasts through the thin fabric of the gown. He was hers, and she was his, and his fear and sadness left him as his wife kissed him and touched him too... his wife.

In time, they found themselves between the creamy satin sheets, and the candlelight laid lacey shadows on them as it filtered through the bed hangings. Eyes closed in impassioned kisses, he continued to explore her with his hands, like a blind man. He slipped his hand up between her gown and her leg, and almost accidentally came to the dense hair of her pubis. She's not wearing anything underneath! Like electricity, excitement surged through him, and his head became dizzy with anticipation. Taking his lead, she pulled open his robe and grabbed his penis tightly with her soft hand. Everything that happened after that was practically beyond their control. They enjoyed one another with the excitement of two virgins and the patience of old lovers. Exhausted, Harry collapsed onto his pillow, and she slipped his lemon drop into his mouth.

"I forgot about those," he said.

He reached for his robes, fished his lemon drop out of the pocket, and placed it in her open mouth. They fell asleep naked, sucking on the lemon drops, as he held her body tightly from behind. Harry did not need to dream that night.