Emma Stone wants to play!

‘Well, why not?’ she purrs, voice low and husky. ‘You already look gorgeous. The entire cast of Vanity Fair just spent three hours giving me fake cleavage. And James might not be saying anything, but he’s a guy – I mean, I got a fucking ladyboner from touching your tits, Em, and I’m sixty percent straight. So I can barely imagine how hard he is right now.’

Emma doesn’t look like she knows whether to laugh, cry or be offended on your behalf. ‘I…’ she begins helplessly. ‘James is my boyfriend, and I really don’t appreciate –’

Then Emma Stone kisses her.

Emma Stone kisses your girlfriend.

With a lazy wink over her shoulder in your direction. ‘Sorry,’ she murmurs, stepping back. Emma Watson looks more stunned than you’ve ever seen her. ‘All that talking, man. But yeah, sorry… I swear I was gonna ask permission first.’

Emma’s mouth works soundlessly. Her head swivels in your direction.

‘James?’ It’s strangled and squeaky.

But Emma Stone was right about one thing.

You take a step forward, catching Emma Watson’s arm and pulling her close. ‘I’ll let you off for kissing my girlfriend,’ you say casually, ‘because you’re drunk as a skunk and horny as fuck. But I think you owe us both an apology.’

Emma Stone doesn’t look in the least bit deterred. ‘Sure,’ she says, actually batting her eyelashes. ‘I don’t mind making it up to you.’

Your cock strains against your jeans, but with an immense effort, you turn to your girlfriend first. ‘Emma?’

When Emma Watson looks up, it’s with a dazed, disbelieving look, and you realise that’s probably the first time she’s ever kissed a girl. ‘What do you think?’ you ask her carefully. ‘Should we let her apologise? Or would you rather just go home? Either’s fine, by the way,’ you say, looking closely into her eyes and seeing your own reflection staring back at you. ‘I don’t need anyone else but you. That said, it might be… fun.’

From behind you, Emma Stone snorts. ‘It’ll be a hell of a lot better than fun,’ she says scornfully. ‘I haven’t had a decent fuck in weeks. You have no idea what I’m willing to do to you right now.’ She flicks a thumb at Emma Watson. ‘To you both, actually.’

Emma Watson still stays perfectly still. You’re not sure she even heard that last part.

‘Em?’ You touch her arm gently, and Emma jumps, seeming to fall out of her reverie. ‘Stone or go home? Your choice.’