With Emma Watson
A TPG Short
(MF, BJ, group, drugs, voy)
This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended STOP READING!
“Emma! Emma!” I shouted with other fans from behind the velvet rope. “Can I get an autograph?”
Despite our pleas, Emma Watson could only flash me a curious glare before she was ushered away by her people and unceremoniously bundled into the packed theatre. I had to grin as I watched her glance over her bodyguard’s shoulder one final time, trying hard to recall where she had seen me before.
It had been almost three whole years to the week since I had last seen Emma in person, and although I had presumed she would remember me and the events of that evening, she apparently did not.