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“I am not a stalker, I swear!”
Jemma huffs at Colin and takes a swig of her mostly drunk Guinness pint.
“I just know this is the bar you guys frequent in Dublin and I wanted to hang out here in case you were here and say hi.”
Colin nods his head and eyes her suspiciously.
“Well, hello, then.”
Jemma bows her head and says, “I love all your content and I think you do fantastic work for YouTube and people’s mental health. It certainly has helped me.”
“Oi! Oi! Is this creeper bothering you?” yells a female voice from behind as she cuts in between Jemma and Colin. “I can have him thrown out of ‘ere, you know?”
It was Justine, possibly buzzed from the alcohol? She stares with eyes wide open while Jemma stifles a giggle.
“I’m just fucking with ‘ya! I would never throw this creeper out. He helps pay me bills.”
Colin opens his mouth to respond while Justine links arms with Jemma.
“Come on over here. Let’s chat,” she says as she winks at Colin and escorts Jemma to the end of the bar.
“What’s your name, lass?”
“Jemma. Hi, Justine. I’m a big fan!”
“Thanks. Now, what I wanted to talk to you about is that Colin there is engaged to be married. So no getting any weird ideas.”
Justine is able to flag down the bartender and leans in to place an order for another round of Guinness for herself and Jemma.
“No, I know that. I just wanted to say hi and give my props to you all. He was the first one I recognized!”
Another familiar voice calls out from behind them.
“Oi! Is this lady creeping you out? Because I will throw her out of ‘ere myself if I have to!”
Jemma turns around and this time, Dermot is standing behind them, also with a Guinness pint in hand.
“Give it up. I’ve already done the creeper line.”
Justine turns around and accepts the two glasses of beer from the bartender. She hands one to Jemma and they clink glasses. Dermot’s serious expression fades and smiles at Jemma.
“Hello. You’ve met my friend, Justine, I see. I’m Dermot.”
He extends his right hand to Jemma and she takes it.
“I know. I’m a huge fan.”
“Oh, really? Of whom, mostly?”
Jemma giggles and takes a sip of beer.
“Seems she’s into Colin,” Justine says as she slowly downs some Guinness.
Jemma huffs and rolls her eyes at the ceiling.
“What? Okay, yes, I admit that Colin is cute, okay? Is that what you want? But honestly, you both are ranked really high up for me.”
Justine and Dermot exchange glances and move to stand shoulder to shoulder.
“What do you think, Justine? Should we believe her?”
There’s a pause as they stare at her accusingly.
“Not sure, Derm. Maybe we should test her.”
Jemma feels around behind her with her free hand searching for the bar stool.
“Is this really happening right now?”
Dermot unsticks himself from Justine and moves to stand next to Jemma. He begins to shoo Justine away.
“Why don’t you get another round of drinks for us, yeah?”
Justine crosses her arms across her chest and looks incredulously at Dermot.
“Fucker. I just got a round for us.”
Dermot slowly tilts his head towards Jemma and then to himself as a hint for Justine to leave them be. Justine clicks her cheek and wanders off.
“I’m sorry. I feel like we made that weird. It’s the bloody alcohol.”
Dermot turns around to face the bar and motions for Jemma to sit on the stool. He follows suit in the stool next to her.
“My god! You guys made me so nervous! I hate being put on the spot.”
Jemma drinks down three gulps of beer. Dermot smiles reassuringly.
“Well, let’s start over then. You are Jemma, I am Dermot. I am here with my work friends, having some pints and generally fucking about. You are here to not stalk Colin?”
Jemma playfully shoves her elbow into his.
“Actually, when I first started watching the Try Channel, you were my favorite. Now I’m putting you on the spot.”
“Really? I’m even more intrigued now.”
They both laugh and drink more beer. Jemma makes a mental note that Dermot has now secretly glanced at her cleavage three times since they met.
“Well, maybe you have to pass MY test first.”
Dermot shifts in his seat and turns slightly more towards her.
“Hmm. Now you’re being cheeky. Okay, I’m game.”
Jemma takes in a deep breath through her mouth, which opens but no words come out. She bursts out into laughter instead.
“I’m sorry! I am not normally like this. I can’t be cheeky on the spot. Shit, maybe the alcohol is getting to me now. Sorry. I’m a nervous wreck and I don’t know how to flirt. Wait. Did I just say ‘flirt’? I’m not hitting on you or anything. Or am I?”
Jemma groans and crosses her arms onto the bar top and puts her head down.
“Jesus, Jemma. It’s alright.”
Dermot leans in and puts his arm around her shoulder.
“It’s just me,” he says softly into her ear. Jemma felt a twitch in her crotch. She slowly turns her head towards him and smiles softly. He sighs in relief and smiles back.
“Look, it might sound crazy, but I want you to flirt with me. I thought that sending Justine away made it obvious.”
“Seriously?”
“Let’s go find a booth that’s a little more private.”
He looks out into the room and sees a small booth in the corner where Justine is sitting, two glasses of Guinness on the tabletop in front of her.
“What a friend,” chuckled Dermot. “Is it okay if we go over there?”
They grab their pint glasses and move across the room to sit across from each other at the booth. Justine stands up and puts her hands on the table.
“You two behave now. Or not.”
She raises her eyebrows at the pair of them and walks away. Jemma downs the rest of her old glass and then picks up her new one and motions towards Dermot.
“Thanks for the drink. So, Dermot. What would you like from me?”
“I… straight up, I think you’re beautiful and I want to make out with you.”
“What?”
Jemma gulps down more beer and nearly slams the glass down on the table.
“Are you fucking with me? Wait, don’t answer that.”
She noticed Dermot’s eyes shifted slightly downwards towards her chest, lingering longer this time.
“I think I need confirmation that this is really happening.”
She stands up and moves to sit next to Dermot. Being in a small booth forced them together very closely. Fortunately, they are sitting in a booth with a high wall and their backs to the crowd in the room.
“Actually, let’s switch spots,” Dermot suggests as Jemma stands up and they trade seats.
“Good thinking, because with the way I’m feeling right now, we might need more privacy.”
Jemma giggles, her breasts bouncing as she settles into her seat to face Dermot. He now felt a twitch in his crotch, jeans suddenly feeling extra snug.
She touches his hand and entwines her fingers with his.
“Okay, you’re real. I just wanted to make sure.”
“Jemma?”
“Yes?”
“Can I kiss you?”
She doesn’t hesitate and moves in closer to him with her eyes closed until their lips touch. Dermot shifts to be closer to Jemma and slowly puts his right hand up to her left cheek. She does the same to him.
He pulls back slightly and looks down at her breasts.
“Dermot. That’s like the fifth or sixth time you’ve looked at them. You didn’t think I noticed, huh?”
They both laugh and kiss again. Dermot opens his mouth and gently teases Jemma’s lips to part with his tongue. She moans as she opens her mouth and meets her tongue with his.
Jemma takes one of Dermot’s hands and slowly guides him to touch her breasts.
“I know you want to touch them,” she breathes into him.
“Oh, fuck. They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
She allows him to continue fondling her breasts, while at the same time, Dermot takes her hands and slowly guides her across his thighs and to the bulge of his pants.
“Jemma, I need—”
Jemma somehow manages to slide down slightly into the leg space of the booth and unzips his jeans. She looks up at him and he nods, then releases his cock from his pants. She runs her tongue up his length and he moans. He has a moment of panic as he realizes that was more audible than he anticipated.
“I can’t help it. That felt so—”
Jemma takes his cock fully into her mouth and begins sucking and bobbing her head back and forth. The pleasure he was feeling superseded any emotions of embarrassment or being caught. He lifted his head back with his eyes closed and put a hand on the back of her head. He gently began to thrust into her mouth, making her take more of him in.
Dermot couldn’t hold back anymore and shot a load deep into Jemma’s throat. He leaned into the back of his seat while Jemma sat back up onto the bench of the booth.
“How’s that for flirting?” Jemma smiles as she wipes around her mouth.
Dermot leans in to kiss her lips again and puts his arms around her. She moves to put her mouth closer to his ear.
“I’m so wet right now.”
Dermot pulls back and looks into her eyes.
“I bet I can get you wetter than that.”
“Oh yeah?”
She grabs his hand and guides him under her dress and presses his fingers into her wet panties.
“Try me.”
THE END