Together we endured Professor Gerard's class.
The teacher had a monotone and an indescribably boring nature that turned even the most exciting literature towards tedium. Many classmates were buried in laptops, stifling yawns, or staring vacantly at either the professor or certain inanimate objects.
Alone of the class though, I was soaring, on the inside at least.
I knew better than to show it though and draw attention to myself. I kept my enthusiasm bottled up, keeping my face a mask of neutrality. I made sure to keep my eyes on the professor even as my thoughts swirled far, far away from the reading material.
The events of my lunchtime had been absolutely joyous. It seemed as if I could never be unhappy again. Everything had just seemed so impossible and somehow come into place; it still felt like some part of a dream. I felt like I should be pinching myself or maybe even spinning my totem.
Not many men could be blessed with the opportunity to meet Emma Watson, nor receive the acceptance of a clumsy, low-key lunch that had somehow appealed to the starlet.
And then...after the lunch...
Despite myself, I let a small smile snake onto my face. I had not expected things to escalate so quickly. I had hoped, of course; what man wouldn't.
Emma had given me a blowjob. The young brunette actress had sucked my cock relentlessly until I uninhibitedly came into her hot mouth, and then swallowed my load with enthusiasm.
No wonder I alone of the class was on cloud nine.
I looked to my left with that faint smile still on my face, still coming to grips with my fortune, and saw the very object of my thoughts sitting placidly next to me.
Emma had every look of the docile, interested young student. Perhaps that look had lent her further credibility in her role as the brainy Hermione Granger.
She was also breathtakingly gorgeous, of course, as many men could testify.
The girl had grown into a luscious young woman. Her hair was falling in a curtain of brown locks past her face to frame her head, her soft brown eyes studying the professor, her delicate features unreadable. Her pink lips were pursed, her posture at ease and relaxed.
Emma turned her head to return my look with one of her own. Despite what we had already shared, I felt a thrill of excitement at that glance and attention. She gave me a faint smile of her own, one that somehow conveyed a sense of promise and desire, then turned back to the professor.
She was ever the dutiful student on the outside, but I knew from personal experience that the young starlet was far more...explorative than she looked. The evidence was provided again as a delicate hand touched my leg with a warm gentleness.
I buried my faint smile and tried to keep my expression as blank as I could, face forward. Even as Emma's hand snaked further across my leg to trace the outline of my manhood, which rapidly hardened again at her deft touch.
My breathing threatened to give me away and I tried to take careful breaths, even as Emma squeezed gently at my cock from beneath the constricting layers of my pants. Then, suddenly, her hand moved forward to grip it hard, sending me forward out of my chair, face contorting.
Fortunately, my outburst was unnoticed. In my haze of thoughts and the feel of Emma's warm hand on my cock, I had not realized the class was over, and the students were rising out of their chairs. It had been the fastest class of Gerard's I could ever recall, and I could not remember any of it. Nor did I particularly care to.
Emma had removed her hand from beneath the table and rose to collect her books. I did the same, careful to avoid any outward expression...but I felt as if my iron manhood would give me away to any who looked. Fortunately none did in their haste to depart the tedious class.
"Well then," I said to Emma, trying to keep my tone light and conversational. "Would you care to follow me, Ms. Watson? It appears we have some studying to do."
Emma looked at me. I was sure she knew the meaning behind my words, and she nodded.
I led the way out. Emma lingered in collecting her books to keep a careful distance between us. In the university throng I lost her, but I knew better than to look for her, and instead kept going towards my dorm room.
I had to trust that the lovely starlet was going to follow me after what we had already shared. Talk about unlikely, but what choice did I have?
The milling students proved the standard challenge, like so many ants in the underground tunnels of their anthill. Eventually, though I made my way through the traffic, heart soaring with excitement, leading the way towards my own dormitory building.
Eventually, I reached my destination, stepping inside the sizable structure and heading for my first floor dorm room. As I finally reached it and stepped inside, I threw my bag onto my desk with an uncaring toss and sat down in my chair, spinning it to look at the doorway.
She was not there.
I felt a sudden, irrevocable sense of loss. I was such an idiot. I should have stayed with her. It was an opportunity lost, perhaps one of the greatest a man can have, and I had thrown it all away. In my stupidity I had not even got her phone number.
God damn, I was an idiot. I leapt forward in my chair to my bag and pulled out my phone, as if it held some sort of answer. I turned it on and hoped vainly for some text or some kind from Emma, and saw nothing. Damn it. I would have to go out there and look for her, as inconspicuously as possible.
"Hey."
The voice had come from my open doorway. I looked over and saw Emma Watson standing in it, framed beautifully, and felt a thrill of relief, excitement, and lust at the sight.
Few men could look upon such beauty and not feel these things. I had already noticed her face many times, most recently in class, previous in my car as she had dutifully sucked my cock, and even before that in our first chance meeting in the library.
But damn, the girl had a body on her too.
I came to realize that I had not seen her body naked yet and felt that primal, male desire burgeoning inside me. The swell of her breasts were neither large nor small beneath the cloth of casual shirt and jacket, her form shapely, her height well below mine.
