I was at home again. It had been three months since I left Texas and Emma Watson. Emma had sent me emails on a regular basis and I had responded more often than she had sent them. I was in love with Emma. Not in a way many others who admire her and see her as their future wife. No, I had met her in person and spent time with her. A time that seems to be over. My phone buzzed. An email. It was from Emma. With a happy smile, I opened the message and read it carefully. My grin disappeared slowly. This had Emma written:
Hello,
I have talked to my agent. She thinks it isn't good for my image to have a long-distance relationship with you because we live in so different worlds. On the other hand, if we could show her that our relationship is good publicity and that it supports my career, she would change her point of view. I'm on a tour with my latest movie and cannot meet you unless you can come to Paris the day after tomorrow. I don't know what to do and it feels like I never get what I want. I don't blame anyone but myself, though. I think we should discuss our situation.
Hope to see you soon, Emma
Emma's words made me think. Is our relationship a good idea or is it just something that ruins our careers and our lives? I immediately shook the thought away. Emma Watson cannot ruin my life. I knew my career was important. But work is not everything in life. Emma would be in Paris the day after tomorrow. That's Saturday. I have a free weekend, so I could go to Paris tomorrow night, Friday. I responded to Emma's email. I mentioned that I could book a ticket to Paris. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Should I see Emma again? I would love to, but I was scared at the same time because Emma had written that she wanted to discuss our situation. That's never a good sign.
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Emma woke up to the phone buzzing next to her. She had fallen asleep while watching news about the new movie she had done. So far, the film had received quite negative reviews. She was nervous and sad. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes before picking up the phone. It was hot in her room. The blanket made her a little sweaty. She put her left leg off the bedside. She breathed easily and enjoyed the cold air that touched her bare leg. Emma unlocked her phone and saw that she had received an email.
Hello,
I understand that our situation is not the most ideal one, but I know we can do it. I want to believe we can. If you don't mind, I will come to Paris on Saturday. I long to see you.
See you soon, your lover
Emma smiled a happy smile. She still lay in her bed. She responded briefly that it was okay and that she'll meet him at the airport. Then Emma dropped her phone. She thought of her lover and began getting wet. The dream she had, had been erotic and her panties were now wet. She stretched her right hand under the cover to massage her clitoris. Emma moaned.
She lifted her cover to get a better reach. Her breathing became more intense. She pushed her forefinger inside her wet pussy while massaging her clitoris with her other hand. She was thinking of Texas. How they had sex in a scrub. How they fucked on the couch. How nicely he had massaged her entire body. She would cum soon. She stretched her back and closed her eyes. Emma's orgasm went through her entire body. She lay and enjoyed her orgasm. She smiled and watched the clock. It was time to get up.
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I was at the airport in Paris. It was a warm autumn day in October. The sun was shining. I shielded my eyes with my hand to see one meter in front of me. Suddenly, a car stopped in front of me. Emma's car. I stepped into the car. In the front seat sat the driver and Emma. I sat in the back seat with Emma's agent. Emma turned her head, looking worriedly at me. My smile disappeared. Emma's agent looked at me.
"We need to discuss your relationship," she said finally.
"Okay," I answered coldly.
"Emma needs as little drama as possible in her life," continued Emma's agent. "If you're just looking for ... sex, then it has to end now."
"It's like that at all", blurted Emma Watson.
"I think he can speak for himself," replied Emma's agent.
I thought carefully. I must say something nice. At least Emma was on my side. I did not want sex. Or yes, but not only sex. We had a relationship. I can almost say I love her. I would like to say that.
"I'm not looking for sex," I replied. "I want to spend as much time with Emma as I can, because I like her so much as a person. We are a couple. "
"You are a what?" Exclaimed Emma's agent. Emma had not told her about it. It broke my heart.
"We're a couple", I repeated myself as I watched Emma Watson deeply in her eyes. Emma shedded a tear.
"I guess," she said uncertainly.
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Emma's agent immediately arranged a new interview for us. We were to tell how we met, how our relationship had evolved and, as it is show business, we would tell everyone about the sexual aspect of our relationship. We didn't say so much, just that we are attracted to each other. I put my hand on Emma's thighs and Emma looked at me and smiled. A photographer took a photo and the photo ended up in the newspaper the next day, Saturday ...
"Very nice photo," the agent said. That was the first positive comment I had heard her say.
"Thank you," replied Emma. "I think the interview went well. It does not reveal anything more than it should." I wondered what Emma was referring to, but she didn't want to answer.
Tonight, Emma's film would premiere in Paris. Emma would of course attend. I put on my suit, the same one I had in Texas, that is, the one Emma gave me. Now the suit didn't seem be appropriate, according to Emma's agent. She had decided that I would have a new suit. This one was greyer to the colour and was old-fashioned. "We have to be conservative now that we are a couple," laughed Emma.
"Wow," I said when I saw Emma. Emma had a red dress with a small cleavage, but her back was bare. Her well-formed buttocks fit perfectly in the dress. Emma's lips were red and her eyes were easily framed by black mascara. Her hair was knotted in her neck. Emma looked like a movie star.
"I thought you had stopped with the staring and the stammer," laughed Emma.
"I thought so," I replied. "It's hard when you're always so beautiful."
"Thank you," Emma said, kissing me on the cheek, resulting in a red mark of her lipstick.
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Emma and I arrived at the premiere. Emma joined the rest of the actors. I sat in the audience next to Emma's agent.
"Did Emma talk to you?" She asked carefully.
"About what?" I wondered.
"Emma is worried about your relationship," she explained. She didn't have time to say more, before Emma entered the scene.
"Bonjour," Emma began, "It's nice to be here with you. I'm not going to tell you about the movie, but I'll answer your questions." A woman in the crowd raised her hand and got up.