Only my second story, so feedback is most appreciated.
This one fills a painful gap in the literotica catalogue, and I hope other will contribute to the world of Emma Watson.
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Jake had just finished his first essay of the term, and so had arranged to meet a few mates at a local coffee shop for a relaxing beverage, and some idle chat. He arrived a few minutes early, desperate to leave the library where he had spent the better part of 5 hours. As he walked up to order his coffee, he caught a glimpse of a face he recognised, but she turned her back too soon for him to get a good look. Shrugging it off, he ordered a coffee and sat down, grabbing a paper and skimming over the day's headlines.
He got a little bored of the paper, and looked around to see if his mates had arrived, and he couldn't spot them, but did spot a girl about his age, with naturally blonde hair and a gorgeous face, looking intently at him. He made eye contact, gave her a smile, then returned to his paper. Jake was pretty much used to catching girls staring, he wasn't arrogant in that way, he just recognised that he had better looks than most. He got toward the trashy gossip section of the paper, and something caught his eye, the headline read "Harry Potter Star heading to US University". It was then when he realised why he recognised the pretty girl's face: she was Emma Watson, the actress who played Hermione Granger in the Harry Potter movies.
Jake realised that he couldn't pass up the chance to at least try to get her number, so he put down the paper and headed towards her. He walked up, asked if he could sit down (she of course said yes). He started the idle chat, and she returned it enthusiastically, when he asked her name, she looked surprised, and replied "Emma Watson".
It was then that Jake knew his plan of faking idleness towards her celebrity status had worked. She must have had thousands of people come up to her a gawk, so Jake knew a different approach was needed.
The chat started to turn more serious, with more than a hint of innuendo, and a definite hint of flirting. Jake decided to take a gamble and ask her if she wanted to get a drink at a bar down the road, classy but not pricey, and with an atmosphere to stimulate conversation.
To his delight, she replied yes, her sparkling eyes lighting up.
They walked down the road, and Jake couldn't help but notice the sight of her perfect legs walking in front of him, accentuated by a pair of heels, and a stunning dress that only just stayed on the causal side of dressy. He was now sure that he wanted slightly more than her phone number.
They shared a couple of drinks (wine for her, beer for him) and the conversation moved more and more flirtatious, and a sense of intimacy grew between the two.
Jakes bladder was bursting, and so he made his excuses to go to the toilet. Before he left, Emma beckoned him in close.
"You better not be long, think its approaching the time we left this place". She huskily whispered into his ear.
Jakes cock grew slightly at the sound of that and, his mind full of images; he hurried toward the almost brand new toilets. He was just about to lock the toilet door, when someone pushed it open, and Jake was greeted by the sight of Emma Watson, with a sexual glint in her eye. Jake grabbed her waist, and immediately their tongues met, swirling and encircling each other, struggling to find new, different, and exciting areas in their mouths. Jake's hands moved instinctively towards her toned backside, and he began to massage her shapely rear. His hands were met by approving gasps from Emma, and Jake doubled his efforts on her arse.