This is my first attempt at writing straight erotica. I have never been in a mentally satisfying straight relationship in my life, so I wouldn’t exactly know or be capable of penning down my emotions and desires I would have felt if I had been with a guy. Also note that it’s not that I’m averse to reading or writing stories which begin directly with sexual acts, but this one is definitely going to be an exception. I personally believe that carnal satisfaction is much more easy and deep if you’re in love with the person you’re being physical with. So I have described that build up which leads to the act as explicitly as possible. Please forgive me if I go wrong. As usual, I would also like to state that this story has been written only for entertainment purposes. There is no intention of harming the reputation of the real or fictitious people involved herein. I would ask straight couples to relate to the characters in the story, specifically straight women, if I have been somewhat successful in enumerating the desires and emotions which come to your mind when you think of your lover.
2012 was a big year for Cobie. Though a small role, she had received critical acclaim for her work in Avengers. It had brought down several offers- some big, some small. All in all, she was happy as her identity as “Robin” from How I Met your mother was not going to be the only one for which people would remember her, she thought. Besides, making any kind of mark in Hollywood was not an easy job anyway.
One fine Sunday morning after she was back to her small-ish, single storey villa, after jogging, she received a call on her phone. Cobie’s eyes sparkled as she saw who it was. Her high school sweetheart from Canada- Alex. She had been in contact with her ever since she moved to the U.S.A. She answered the call and they went on talking for almost quarter of an hour when he told her that he was moving to the U.S. too. He owned a shipping corporation and it was his family business. It was decided that his younger brother would be administering the Canadian part, while he was shouldered the responsibility to look after the more ambitious, newer U.S. endeavor.
Cobie felt butterflies stirring her stomach when he told her that he was on his way to her already, and would be reaching her in the afternoon itself. It had been years since she had seen her. She wondered if he had changed in some way. After all, it was a long distance relationship she was in. All these years work had left little time for her to think about her personal life.
The rest part of her morning was hard to spend for Cobie. First she gave her maid leave for the day and also requested her assistant to postpone a television commercial shoot to the next day. She felt as if the time was going too slow. She spent over an hour getting ready to welcome her love, shampooing, shaving her legs. Once when she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she blushed at her naked reflection. Even much more time was spent in choosing an outfit. Cobie chose a Maroon coloured Tee with long sleeves and matching denim jeans. They went well with the Black coloured heels she had chosen. Also, the black hand bag, would look good on her arm. After finally touching up her gleaming eyes with eyeliner, she was ready. She felt that she was nervous too. Alex had somewhat distanced himself as he thought that her profession, actually the Paparazzi would have made the matters worse, if the relationship was disclosed. Also, he felt somewhat uncomfortable being with her, as her popularity soared. She had determined to explain it to him that nothing had changed, and she was thoroughly satisfied with their relationship.
As she was lightly flicking her makeup brush over her cheeks, the bell rang. She almost ran to the door to open it. She opened it. It was a magical moment. Their eyes met. They didn’t speak for a few seconds. She looked at him intently to see if anything had changed or not, as far as his looks were concerned. He had not been putting his pictures on his facebook page since the last few months. Now she understood that he intended to surprise her. He had recently put on some weight, though he was in no way obese or something. Though he liked to keep a one day stubble, he had clean shaved for her. He was just a few inches taller than her, and she liked him the way he was. Just a hint that he had recently been working out, his biceps protruded from his Tee. She thanked god that he hadn’t been working out too much, as she preferred him muscular, but not excessively. Then she thought to herself that she had been talking all this with him, and he must have been taking care all about it. She used to make fun of men who whose muscles were over developed as they don’t resemble homo sapiens at all- she used to say that they look like altogether different organisms from Mars.