Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun was dipping low, casting long, golden shadows across the park. The scent of blooming flowers and freshly mown grass filled the air, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves above. Ethan took a deep breath, appreciating the peaceful scene as he walked along the winding path. The rhythm of his footsteps was interrupted only by the occasional squawk of a bird or the distant laughter of children playing.
His eyes scanned the park, taking in the various activities—a couple sharing a picnic on a blanket, a group of college kids juggling a frisbee, a lone jogger pacing steadily around the perimeter.
But his gaze settled on a woman sitting alone on a bench near the pond. She had her back to him, but there was something about her that caught his attention.
As he drew closer, he realized why she was familiar. She had the same straight dark hair, the same fair skin, and the same graceful neck that he'd seen countless times on screen. It was Emma Watson—or at least, it looked a lot like her. He hesitated, not wanting to disturb her if she was trying to enjoy some quiet time. But then she turned her head slightly, and he saw the profile that was unmistakably hers.
He took a deep breath and approached her, trying to act casual.
"Hey, Emma," he said, taking a spot on the bench a respectable distance away.
She looked up, surprised. "Excuse me?"
He grinned. "You're Emma Watson, right? I mean, you look just like her."
She smiled, shaking her head slightly. "Well, it's nice to meet you, but I'm not who you think I am."
"Oh, come on," he teased. "You're British, you've got the same hair, the same..." he waved a hand, "everything. I've seen enough interviews to know."
She laughed, a sound that was warm and genuine.
"Alright, you got me. I'm Emma. But how did you know it was me?"
Ethan shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I've seen all the Harry Potter movies, like, a thousand times. Plus, your voice is pretty distinctive."
"A fan, huh?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "I must confess, I'm a bit surprised to find someone like you in a place like this."
He smirked. "Someone like me? You mean an average guy with a weakness for British accents?"
She laughed again. "Touché. But do you often find yourself hitting on celebrities in the park?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Ethan chuckled, his heart pounding in his chest. "Only when they look like you, Emma. I'm Ethan, by the way."
She extended her hand, and he took it, feeling a jolt at her touch. "Nice to meet you, Ethan."
They sat in silence for a moment, the warmth of the day seeming to wrap around them. Ethan could feel the weight of her gaze, and he turned to look at her. Their eyes met, and the air between them seemed to crackle with electricity.
Emma's lips curved into a slow smile. "You know, I've been told I have quite the effect on people."
Ethan felt a flush of heat rise to his cheeks. "Yeah, I can see why."
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a low whisper. "Especially when they're as charming as you are."
He could feel her breath on his face, and his heart beat faster. "Is that so?"
Emma nodded, her gaze dipping to his lips. "It is."
She closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against his. The kiss was soft at first, a tentative exploration.
But it deepened quickly, becoming urgent and passionate. Emma's fingers tangled in Ethan's hair, holding him in place as her tongue slipped into his mouth. He moaned softly, feeling a surge of heat in his groin.
Breaking away, Emma looked up at him, smiling awkwardly. "I...I've never done anything like this before," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ethan's heart pounded in his chest. "Me neither," he admitted.
Emma looked at Ethan's chest, at the buildings behind him, and around the park, her confidence seemingly gone. "I guess I'd better get on, I've got a-a thing," she said, grabbing her backpack tightly.
Not knowing what to do, Ethan nodded. Had he done something wrong?
Emma stood, slid on her backpack and hurried off down the path. Everything seemed to get a little grayer the further away she got, and after a few seconds Ethan turned away, not wanting to stare.
Well, thought Ethan, looking at the bench, you just blew the best chance at Emma you're ever going to have.
He sighed, then grabbed his backpack from the ground where he'd dropped it. Time to get back to walking along, being sad and single...
"Um...Ethan?" Ethan whipped his head up at the sound of Emma's voice. She was standing right in front of him, holding out a Post-It note with something scribbled on it. "Here you go."
Her number? Ethan thought. Well, I guess I did something right!
"Wow!" Ethan said, unable to think of anything else.
Emma smiled and ran off. Ethan watched her go, smiling to himself and thinking over and over again, I got her number! I got her NUMBER!
Ethan's mind was racing as he made his way back to his dorm. He couldn't believe his luck. Emma Watson had kissed him, and now she'd given him her number.
His roommate, Jake, was on his laptop when Ethan burst through the door.
"Dude, what the hell happened to you?" Jake asked, looking up from his screen.
Ethan grinned, holding up the Post-It note like it was a golden ticket. "I met Emma Watson in the park."
Jake's eyes widened. "Bullshit. Prove it."
Ethan showed him the note, and Jake's jaw dropped.
Time for your cock to get hard, now, Emma said as she placed her hand on his crotch and began massaging. You're not ready to become my fuckslave yet, but you will be! I know how to do it. I might sit on your lap and do a little dance till you gasp and start crying out my name.
"Oh Emma!" you will gasp as your bulging cock gets stilff as a board. You will watch my tits and listen to my voice. And you will cum.
You will cum because I will make you, her voice purred in his ear as they walked through the door of his dorm room, leaving the laughter and cheers of his roommate outside.
Ethan's heart hammered in his chest as he shut the door behind them. He turned to face her, his cock already straining against his jeans. Emma leaned against the door, her eyes locked onto his, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"You want this, don't you, Ethan?" she whispered, her voice laced with a sultry edge. "You want to fuck me, don't you?"
Ethan swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
"Yes," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I do."
Emma pushed off the door, closing the distance between them. She ran her hands up his chest, her fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. "Well, I think it's time to make that happen," she said, her voice low and husky.
She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, breaking the kiss just long enough to get it over his head. Ethan's muscles rippled as he lifted his arms, and Emma's breath hitched at the sight of him.