Yeah, she knows what you want!

This time, it’s a close-up of Emma’s perfect, pink little cunt, already shining with wetness – and her thumb’s straying idly over her clit.

The only thing wrong with the picture is that Emma’s face isn’t in it. But, hey, can’t blame her for being careful.

‘I thought you were a good girl,’ you type back, after a prolonged and inescapable twenty seconds spent with your hand beneath the covers. ‘jesus, Emma, you’re fucking incredible.’

‘you’re too kind. :P’ You wait with bated breath for the next picture, but then –

‘shit shit! they’re coming back in,’ she types. ‘okay okay, to be continued, all right? I have to ask you something anyway.’

‘okaaaayyy,’ you reply sadly. Emma sends you a little heart in response.

‘sorry!! you know I’d rather be with you. speaking of which…’ There’s a little pause while she types. ‘how’d you like to come to the PCA Gala ball with me this weekend?’

Well, shit.

Up until this point, you realise, a small part of your brain had still been firmly convinced that Emma would back down from being seen with you in public. But you should have known better.

‘I’d love to,’ you tell her, truthfully, ‘although you should know in advance: a) I have no idea what that is, b) where it is or c) why it is. also I will probably make a complete tit of myself in front of all your famous friends. but… I wanna come anyway. ;)’

Emma sends a laughing smiley. ‘don’t worry! it’s just a dance. :) also, lol what famous friends, and also also, I want to show you off in public!’

You smile, unable to help yourself.

‘then I’m there.’

Emma sends you a whole string of kisses… then the phone goes silent.

You lie in bed for a little while, feeling oddly nervous. Are you going to have to rent a tuxedo? Can you even afford it? Will you look hideously out of place standing next to her?

Then you remember something, and slide down into the covers with a happy sigh.

Emma Watson has just sent you a full-frontal picture of her naked pussy, along with a couple of shots of her licking her own juices off her fingers.

Time for the best jerk-off session you’ve ever had.

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See you in Chapter Four, folks!