Emma’s night in.

PART ONE

By 

Jixie



Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of underage sex. If you are offended by this sort of material or are not over 18, then LEAVE NOW. The author can take NO RESPONSIBILITY for any offence or harm the reader(s) may come to as a result of this text. You have been warned. All events in this story are fictional, although based on real life characters and situations, it is obvious which is fiction and which isn’t. 

To all who haven’t left; you’ll notice this is probably a lot different to most other preteen stories. There is graphic descriptions of sex, but its more romantic, and takes a far longer while to get started than most fucking and sucking in the first paragraph type stories, which just bore me, which means I would find them boring to write, which means they would probably be boring for you to read. But keep an open mind, give it a chance, and remember the fact that this is my first ever story. Happy reading!


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	The girl looked at herself in her full length mirror. She always liked doing this, especially when she was as she was now. It was always a boost to her confidence, especially after a hard day’s work at the film set. Things had got so difficult lately, she reflected. They had just started rehearsing for the third film, and she hadn’t quite realized how grueling it was to be around someone who she had once counted as a friend. 

Emma Watson, turned admiring her naked, pubescent body in the mirror. She was just under 13 years old, and it was starting to show. She smiled, as she always did, when looking at herself like this. It was a side of her most people didn’t know about – just how attractive she was when she wasn’t in that extremely unflattering uniform and hair do demanded by the character she played.

She started with her feet, as she always did. Small, but well shaped, no signs of hair, not even sweaty. Her ankles, again wonderfully proportioned to the soft, firmness of her calves. They were beautifully toned, her calves, as were all her leg muscles, thanks to the sports she did, as often as she could. They kept her muscles strong, and in good shape, but well toned and proportioned to the rest of her body. She was proud of them, and smiled as she ran her hand up her thighs. She turned her body side on to her full – length and looked at her buttocks in profile. She placed her hand on the one nearest to the mirror. It was small, but softer than the rest of the muscles on her body. She liked it that way – she didn’t want anything larger than she had now. She looked at her flat tummy and stroked it with her other hand. Again soft, fleshy, but not fat. She wasn’t stupid – no anorexic dieting for her. Three square meals a day, but kept in balance by the large amount of exercise she did. Her eyes looked over slightly bronzed shoulders, forearms, with their light covering of hair. The hair on her head was different to how most people thought it was. When not filming, she kept in short, and tied back, and preferred it to the long waves that got in her eyes. Her hand then cupped her right breast. It was a small pert, firm. They were, she concluded, one of her greatest assets. She did not want large, unmanageable things that got in the way, or looked anything less than subtle. She turned again to face the mirror. The last part of her awaited her gaze. Her virginity was less developed than the rest of her body. It still looked like that of a preteen, with only a light covering of hair of her virgin vagina. 

It looked pretty, enticing, and Emma started to stroke it, the feelings of excitement rising up her body as they always did. She was about to go further when her mobile rang.

She turned to look at it. It was lying on her bedside table, its screen shining with light, in sharp contrast the darkened atmosphere of her bedroom, lit only by a small lamp next to her bed. She stopped touching herself and went over to the mobile. The number was unknown, and she almost didn’t pick it up – she had got a lot of people calling her lately who she didn’t know, and she was afraid it might be another stalker. Sitting down on her bed, she answered it.

“Hey Emma? It’s Rupert”

Relieved  she flopped back onto her bed and replied;

“Oh hi Rupert. How ya doing?

Emma liked Rupert. He was mature, quiet and confident, yet could be very funny at the same time. He grown a lot since their first film together – his voice had broken for a start, as was evident from the deep, slightly gravelly tone coming at her through the mobile. 

“I’m okay. And you?”

Emma noticed the slightly withdrawn tone in his voice, and asked “is something wrong?”

“Tired I guess. Its got so difficult working with Daniel. He’s become so… arrogant.”

“I know. He’s changed so much. He’s so pushy, and arrogant. He can’t understand why people don’t want to be around him anymore.”

What they said about Daniel Radcliffe, their co-star, was very true – since the first Harry Potter film had been released he had become selfish and difficult to work with. His friends had left him, after several arguments, which had been very taxing for everyone involved, Emma included. His friends had been replaced by hangers on and arse – lickers, who simply wanted the money and prestige that came with such an international star. Daniel was now an arrogant, nasty little boy, whom almost everyone who came into contact thought needed taking down a peg or two. 

“It must be worse for you” Rupert said “Him having such a crush on you, and never having the guts to actually tell you.”

Emma sat up. 

“I know! It’s pathetic. Who does he think he’s impressing acting all hard and rude like that?”

Rupert snorted, and said “What was he wearing today? That huge white hoody, and all that bling. He looked ridiculous.”

Emma felt immensely relieved and gratified towards Rupert all of a sudden. He had just said precisely what she was feeling, and it helped her get over the difficulty of working the now spoilt Daniel. She realized, lying on the bed as she was, listening to his deep, soothing voice, that she was still completely naked. She shifted her legs on to the bed, and started to subconsciously trying to wrap the bedclothes around her in a temporary shame, before realizing that he couldn’t see her. But she also realized something else – that it probably wouldn’t be very embarrassing to be caught in front of Rupert naked. He was kind and gentle, and wouldn’t hurt her. If anything, it was slightly exciting to be lying there, exposed, while someone she admired so much soothed her feelings of anger towards Daniel.

“I mean you can hardly blame him” Rupert continued “Consider the press he’s got, and the number of girls who have some huge crush on him.”

“Good thing for them they never meet him.”

“Yeah. It’d be dreadful. Especially after that business in Japan”

“I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life. Jumping around like some idiot.”

Emma cast her mind back to the Japanese premier of The Chamber of Secrets. They had been walking along the red carpet to the cinema, her and Rupert admiring the spectacular light show and the city around them, when a huge group of Japanese schoolgirls had nearly broken through the barrier. They were screaming for Daniel, tears running down their faces, and what had he done? As the police crowd control were trying to get him away and the girls back of the carpet, Daniel had been jumping around blowing kisses at them and waving like a loon. In his mind, it was all the proof he needed that he was a god. Rupert and Emma had just stood staring at the spectacle, aghast, and very embarrassed that one of their co – stars could act with such little control. She had cried in Rupert’s arms afterwards in the loos. She thought to how kind and considerate he had been, comforting her, and encouraging her to compose herself for the ordeal of sitting through the film again. Absent – mindedly, her free hand wandered over her naked chest, stroking her left breast and over her soft stomach. It whispered its way down over the lower part of her stomach, and started to stroke the area around her vulva.

As Rupert continued to talk, with Emma occasionally murmuring something in agreement, she stroked the outer edges of her labia softly moving her fingers up and down the soft tissue, with their almost non – existent coating of pubic hair. As she was doing this, she started to arch her back slightly, to get more comfortable as her body started to perspire. She moved her finger gently between the folds of her labia, separating them slightly, pushing ever deeper into her precious virginity. 

“you know, I think Christopher said he’d talk to him. Did you know that?” asked Rupert.

“Emma? You there?” he questioned

Emma, caught in the rising passion of her ministrations, almost failed to answer but managed to reply, “oh yeah, sorry. Yeah I heard about that.” She hadn’t, but she wanted him to keep talking.

“really? From who?”

“mm hm” 

“Emma? Are you alright?”

“yeah yeah fine. Sorry. I’m just rather hot that’s all” Emma replied hurriedly, hoping he didn’t think she was up to something. 

“really? It’s freezing outside. Did you hear…” he continued starting to talk about the weather, which was fine by Emma.

Emma now prized the folds of her labia apart, thoroughly turned on by listening to Rupert, being naked, and masturbating at the same time. She pushed her fingers further down into her vagina, and started, very gently, to massage her clitoris, softly pushing her finger around in circular motions. She did this for a few seconds, always keeping one ear on Rupert’s voice on the other end of her mobile. She continued until she had been satisfactorily aroused, then started to feel around the hole of her vagina. She pushed gradually deeper into her girlhood, feeling the tightness of it, and the juices that were starting to emerge from her virginal opening. She pushed further, this time with two fingers, starting to fully masturbate. She pushed her fingers in as far as they would go, her smooth, firm thighs pushed apart. She pushed her fingers in and out, breathing heavily, and sweating as she listened to Rupert.

“mm, yes, yes, I agree”

“so anyway, it snowed for like, an hour this morning. I mean, it’s march, isn’t that weird?”

“oh yes, Rupert, yes”

“are you sure your alright? You sound really hot and bothered.” Said Rupert, sounding distinctly suspicious.

Emma was about to respond when suddenly she felt the familiar feeling of approaching climax, breathed in sharply, as waves of pleasure coursed through her body like electric shocks. Her back lost its arch as she withdrew her fingers as her virginal juices flowed out, coating them. She gingerly took her hand and brought it in front of her face, staring at her fingers forbidden coating. She slowly brought her two outstretched fingers closer to her mouth, and placed them inside. She closed her lips around them, and sucked briefly, as if on a lollipop, tasting her sweetness. A small drop escaped and ran down her chin. Her tongue reached out like a snake and licked it off, eager to savor every last drop.

“Emma? Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I am now, Rupert. I am now.” She replied, almost without thinking.

“Right, okay, well.. uhh I’d better be going, catch you later!”

“Oh wait!” Emma said, in fear of him hanging up.

“yeah what?”

She turned onto her front, hoping to wipe some of the remains of the evenings pleasure onto her bedclothes, and hoping her mother wouldn’t spot them.
“do you want to come around this Saturday, to like, go over some lines, and stuff? I think I might need some help.”

Rupert brightened up, and replied “yeah sure, I’d love to. I’m not doing anything. Say what time?”

“um, how about you stay over? My mum is away and my Dads busy with something. We could spend the weekend together!”

“wow, are you sure it’s okay with your folks? I mean, what with stalkers and leaving you alone and stuff.”

“oh don’t worry, it’ll be fine. We’re fine. My parents don’t care if its just for one night.”

“then okay. I’ll see you at four.”

“great. Cya then. Bye!!”

Emma hung up, and silently closed her fist whispering “yesss” in her moment of victory.
Two days. She couldn’t wait. She would seduce him. She had to. She couldn’t spend another moment sitting admiring him, and she did actually have lines that needed to be learnt.   





Two days later, it was Saturday morning, and Rupert was getting up. He was a habitual late riser when it came to Saturdays, even when he had things like filming to do. But today he didn’t, and he marveled at his new record. 1:30 his bedside clock said. A whole hour off his previous time. Still, he had stuff to do, like eating and learning lines. And he had to get stuff ready for going to Emma’s later on this afternoon.

Rupert was fond of Emma. He felt she was vulnerable, and had a great deal of affection for her, as did many people who came into contact with her. And he knew that Daniel was really beginning to get on her nerves, which was strange because things like that didn’t normally bother Emma. Anyhow, he was going to see her this afternoon, which he was very happy about. He enjoyed her company, and a whole night alone with her would really put the wind up Daniel.

He dressed hurriedly, and went downstairs for breakfast/lunch.when he got down there he told his parents about staying at Emmas. They weren’t over the moon about it, especially if her parents weren’t there, but he persuaded them to let him go over, as long as he ‘didn’t get up to any naughty stuff.’

Strangely, Rupert hadn’t really thought of Emma in this light before. He realized it was probably surprising he hadn’t, it was just she didn’t seem… sexy to him, but now he thought about it, she was very attractive. She was only the same age as him, yet he could see why Daniel was attracted to her. He briefly wondered about actual sexual contact with her. 

That slim body, those perfect features, and the soft smooth skin he had once briefly noticed in a trailer on set while she was getting changed. It was exciting, he realized, but he quickly put the thought out of his mind. There was no way he could ever hurt her or exploit her. She was far too young and probably wasn’t thinking about those things anyway. No, it would never happen, he told himself. Such things were wrong. 



Four hours later, Rupert arrived at Emma’s house. He had taken the tube and went to ring the doorbell. He thought back to his earlier thoughts, but again put them out of his mind. 

But they remained, lurking like some dark presence, troubling his conscience with the promise of pleasure, forever tempting him. Out of the depths of his mind swam Emma as he had saw her in that trailer, weeks ago, but this time she was not bending over to remove a sock, but standing, and smiling in a way he hadn’t seen before. It frightened him, how much she stimulated his thoughts now his parents had placed her in that light, and he shook his head, repeating to himself that it was wrong, would never happen.
But whatever he did, they would never completely dissipate.



Emma heard the doorbell ring, and lurched from the sofa. She quickly ran her hands over her attire. She had chosen to wear a short red dress that her mother had given her. It was relatively tight fitting, but not too revealing. It extended from just below her shoulders (it was strapless, and she had a bra to go with it, also strapless) to just above her knees. She hoped it was sexy enough without being too revealing – she didn’t want him thinking of her as some whore. She was concerned it might be too much of a change though, what with her normally wearing jeans and a t – shirt. Still, too late now.



Rupert was just about to ring again when he saw movement through the smoked glass of the doors frame. He stood back slightly and heard the clicking of a lock being unfastened. The door started to open by a few millimeters.



Emma moved towards the door, hastily adjusting her dress, making a final few preparations. She saw Rupert through the frosty glass on the other side, silhouetted against the warm afternoon sun. She got to the door, began unfastening the first lock.

Rupert saw the door swing open. He saw the dust caught in the suns glare against the dust swirl in tiny and intricate currents around the doorframe and sweep around the figure standing just one step above him. And there she stood. Her illustrious figure caught in the light in ways he had never even thought possible, her tightly hugging red dress resplendent against the luscious gold of her hair, the sole sublime garment displaying the beautifully refined contours of her preteen body so well she might have been naked before Ruperts’ eyes.

“uhh, hi” he stammered.



As Emma swung the door open, she began to see Rupert. Most of all she began to see Ruperts expression, or more correctly, Ruperts changing expression. It seemed to move from a mild frown or annoyance to something to surprise, then bewilderment, then what can only be described as held in rapture. She stood still before him, cocked her hip to one side, and placed one hand on the doorframe.

 “uhh, hi” he stammered.

“hiya Rupert.” She said in response “come in”

Rupert gulped down his shock at seeing Emma in such a way. He marshaled his thoughts and managed to utter

“you look, uh, different”

“It’s my new dress. Mum got it for me to wear to the premiere. You like it?” she said, her voice almost masking her fear at him being overwhelmed and getting scared and running her hands over her dress and body, smoothing out the creases.

“Ye-yeah, sure. It looks fantastic.” Rupert said, finally gaining control over his tongue.

“Thank you! Mum said I’d be a knockout when I walked down the red carpet.”

“I can imagine that.” 

“Do you want something to eat or drink? It’s kinda hot out there.”

“yeah sure, thanks. A glass of water would be great.”

Emma went off to get it, while Rupert near collapsed on the sofa. How on Earth could she have known what his secret desires were? It was impossible. He hadn’t told anyone of his thoughts since his parents had put them there. But never mind, he must focus. He couldn’t let himself get carried away, or he might do something stupid, and get himself into trouble. Unless she wanted him to. No, that was also impossible. She wouldn’t want that. She was too young.



Emma walked off into the kitchen to get a glass of water. She was worried. He looked surprised more than anything else, and she was worried she was coming on too fast. Something like that could easily scare him. She knew how inexperienced public school boys of his age were, and how scary girls seemed to them, even those which they might have known for a long time. She had heard some older girls at her school talking about how many they had managed to pull (snog) that year, simply through flirting with witless and inexperienced public school boys. One of them said she had got up to 70 since the January. God knows, she would never manage that many. 

She finished pouring Rupert’s glass and walked back into the living room.


“Here you go.” She said, handing it to him.

“Oh thanks. I needed that.”

“Hot outside, huh?” Said Emma, sounding sympathetic. “A little flustered?” she continued, teasing him slightly.

Rupert tried to ignore this, and poured his water greedily down a dry throat, trying not to appear too out of character.

“tell you what, why don’t we just get on with our lines? We can do that til six, then I’ve got a video we can watch.” Said Emma.

“yeah, yeah. That sounds great. Let’s do it.”

“Okay, let me just get my script.”

Emma walked over to a shelf, only a few feet off the floor, opposite the sofa on which Rupert was sitting. She squatted down, resting her behind on her heels, and arching her back, reached towards the shelf and placed her hand slowly on the script. Gently, she prized it out from between two other books, and slowly she turned around, still squatting on the floor. She let one knee drop towards the floor, whilst still keeping her legs together. She kept her back arched, and managed to push out further her small round, breasts. She stared into Ruperts eyes, a glimmer of a smile on her face. While she did this, Rupert stared in wonderment at her behind, awestruck by the way the dress hugged it, and her two exquisite buns pushed against the soft, expensive fabric. With a shock, Rupert saw Emma’s underwear pressed between her lovely behind, and it’s thin covering – a tight fitting thong which wound its way round her preteen bodice. When she started to turn, Rupert’s attention turned towards her breasts, which the dress acted towards in much the same way as it did to her rear. Pushing them out and showing them off, Rupert felt sure that he would be able to see any sign of a training bra – there was none.
Emma swiveled further, and stood up.

“Shall we begin?”

Rupert could barely croak a reply.


Over the next two hours, they worked on the script, learning their lines. Rupert wavered in and out of focus between the script and thinking about his new found desire for Emma. 

For Emma, the script was merely a formality. She was growing more and more confident of her ability to seduce Rupert. She could see the difficulty he was having concentrating, which was unusual, as he was normally very professional in his attitude towards filming. She could see the sweat on his forehead, as he struggled to keep his eyes from wandering towards her body, with Emma using every opportunity she could to show it off.

Finally, they reached six. For Rupert, it had been exhausting. For Emma, her final victory was assured.

Rupert slumped down on the sofa, and allowed his gaze to drift towards the ceiling. 

“I’m really tired.” He said.

“you look it. Are you sure you’re alright?” said Emma, not without sincerity.

“I think I might have a cold or something coming on.”

“awww. You poor baby.” She said in reply, gently cooing. She walked over to the sofa, and sat next to him. She slowly placed an arm around his shoulders, and said, practically whispering, “here, let me feel your forehead.”

When Emma sat next to him, with her knee just touching his thigh, and her placing her arm around his shoulders, Rupert felt his blood would boil. He was glad he was wearing a pair of jeans, as otherwise it would have been far more difficult to control his raging hard- on. And when Emma reached up with her other arm, and softly placed her sweet smelling palm against his sweating forehead, Rupert almost exploded.

“My, my, you are very hot. here, why don’t you lie down?” said Emma, still whispering.

Rupert, in a semi trance, allowed himself to lie his head against the arm of the sofa. His legs spread themselves along the sofa, and Emma gently pushed them against the sofa back, before taking off his shoes. Rupert briefly wondered why, then realized as Emma got up and retrieved a blanket from the chest of draws in the hallway. She wordlessly draped it over him, then, to Rupert’s surprise, she got under the blanket with him, facing him, their eyes level. Ruperts, filled with (what he thought) was hidden desire, hers with a seductive passion. Rupert could feel her warm torso pressed against his and her bare feet playing with his own. Emma moved her head closer to his, gently touching noses she whispered almost inaudibly, “shall we watch the video now?”

Rupert nodded his approval, feeling disappointed. Emma turned away from him, but took his arm and draped it around her stomach and lower chest, almost up to her breast. She pushed her torso close to his own, then slowly brought the lower half of her torso closer to Ruperts. She wriggled closer to Ruperts groin, slowly rubbing her small, pert bottom against his throbbing manhood, just feeling his barely contained erection press through his trousers and her own the thin fabric of her dress. She groaned.

“mm. this feels nice, huh Rupert?”

Rupert realized now that they shared the same feelings for one another. He realized he now longer needed to hold back. He brought his arm further around Emma’s chest, feeling the intense warmth and security that she felt in his arms, the brought his other arm around her stomach from underneath her (cleverly sliding it through the gaps in the sofa cushions so it wasn’t too uncomftable for Emma) and wrapped that around her stomach, massaging the perfectly proportioned stomach muscles, then sliding slowly down her midriff towards her groin, pushing through the fabric to the warm intimacy beneath.  

“mmm. This does feel nice. How about we get more comftable?” said Emma

“what do you mean?” Asked Rupert, tentatively.

“well, this dress does look very nice, but it isn’t all that pleasant to lie down in. could you take it off for me?”

“y-yea, yes, of course.”

Emma got out from underneath the blanket, and stood before Rupert, who was now sitting up on the sofa. She turned to face away from him, and said; “just slip the straps off my shoulders.” 

Hesitantly, Rupert reached up and picked up the thin red cords that held her dress up. He lifted them off her shoulders, and let them fall down over her arms. Her dress slipped down her body and onto the body as smoothly as a fish might swim through water. Rupert stared, aghast.

Emma was almost completely naked now, apart from the thin white cotton thong that hugged her centre. Her body was totally smooth, with just the faintest covering of hair over her arms and shins. As she turned around to face him once more, Rupert saw her small, pert breasts sticking out from her body, the tiny nipples erect against their soft mounds.

“thank you, Rupert. Now it’s your turn.”


END OF PART ONE.
