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‘Well… I’ve fancied you forever, and… come on, you looked incredible that night.’ Emma shakes her head, but she’s unable to keep a straight face. ‘It was that or jerk off to you in a Burberry commercial, and I’d done that twice already.’

‘You’re quite, quite repulsive,’ Emma declares; but there’s an intrigued sort of glint in her eye. ‘And you’ve got a head start! So you’ve actually… done that to me before?’

‘What, looked at beautiful photos of you and jerked my cock till it exploded? Yeah, Emma. So has every other guy in this city. And probably a sizable chunk of the girls,’ you add, thoughtfully. ‘You’re stupidly sexy, I told you that.’

Emma shakes her head again. ‘You’re so full of shit. Although… I suppose I just never really thought about people doing that to me.’ She bites her lip cutely, looking as though she’s not sure whether to be offended or flattered. ‘Well… not hot guys, anyway.’

It takes a moment before you realise she’s talking about you. ‘Hot guys?’

‘Well.’ Emma smiles teasingly. ‘Hot, swineish guys, yes. In fact, peeking up a lady’s dress – I’d say you’re practically porcine –’

She breaks off with a yelp as you tickle the underside of her thigh. ‘Don’t do that! Honestly…’ Her brow wrinkles in thought, apparently unable to let this go. ‘Is that true? You’ve actually… masturbated to pictures of me?’

Now it’s your turn to laugh, shaking your head at her. ‘Yes, Emma. More times than I can count. That’s what happens when you look like you.’

‘Well, then…’ Emma inhales slowly. ‘I suppose it’s about time I showed you the real thing. Those panties weren’t that see-through, anyway.’

‘Actually,’ you begin, but Emma raises a warning finger.

‘One more word about those knickers…’

You subside, snickering.

It takes Emma a moment to collect herself; maybe she’s psyching up the courage to do it. But after a moment, she shimmies herself from side-to-side, pulling her dress the rest of the way down as she does so –

And her panties come down with it.

A moment later, you’re staring at the bare, shaven cunt of Emma Watson, which is exactly as pink and sweet and perfect as the rest of her.

‘It’s not much,’ Emma mumbles after a moment, perhaps mistaking your silence for disappointment. You shake your head silently in rapture.

‘God in fucking Heaven, Emma… I swear to God, you’re perfect.’

Emma’s face breaks into a real smile. ‘Really?’

‘I’ve never seen a cunt so nice,’ you tell her, honestly. ‘Look at you. Fuck. Look at all of you. You’re incredible.’

‘Better than the pictures?’ Emma winks, and kisses you quickly, thudding your head back against the seat. ‘Ha! Still taste like cock!’

‘You’re still Emma fucking Watson,’ you scoff, and go back in for another one. Emma meets your lips with a small sigh of happiness.

‘You know,’ she confesses, snuggling onto your lap; it’s amazing how at ease she is being naked now she knows you like her body. ‘It’s funny, but… I really don’t mind you calling me that. It’s kind of… hot, actually. Makes me feel like I’m special.’

‘I like doing it,’ you tell her, smiling. ‘Also, you are special, dumbass.’

‘You know, for the nicest guy I’ve ever met… you’re incredibly rude,’ Emma giggles, snuggling closer. Her nipples are now resting on your chest.

You relax like that for a blissful minute or so; Emma’s head on your shoulder, her boobs on your chest, her cunt just brushing your leg. Then Emma draws back slowly.

‘Well, we’ve gone this far. Want to…’ She takes a deep breath, then meets your eyes. ‘Want to go all the way?’