Emma

“Emma!” I smiled as I saw her. Rushing toward to greet her. “Sorry about that earlier. We didn't mean to interrupt your time with Brad.

“Hmm? Oh, that's fine.” Emma, as sweet and gentle as she was, waved away my concerns.

Emma was one of the most beautiful girls in the world, to me at least. She was short, just a little chubby, with straight brown hair down to her shoulders and dark brown eyes with dark bags underneath, hidden behind her glasses. She still had a row of braces on her teeth, but rarely smiled wide enough to show them.

She was almost as much of a loner as I was, with bad self-esteem issues. Made worse by the shitty boyfriend that didn't care about her. I would have wondered why Brad was even dating her, but I knew why. Emma had massive tits that her best efforts to hide away behind sweaters and jumpers failed at. I didn't know her cup size, but they rivalled Mom's size, and given Brad's fascination with her, it was obvious what the one thing he liked about Emma was.

But even with her gargantuan tits, I still didn't get why he was with her. He was hot enough and liked enough by the girls that he could get with whoever he wanted. Meanwhile, Emma only had a handful of friends, and no guys chasing her. I worried that he was only ‘dating’ Emma because he thought she was easy, and was fooling around in the side. But I didn't have any proof of that, besides his obviously sleazy behaviour, and telling Emma my theory would only upset her.

“I think it's so shitty of him to talk like that in front of you.” I told her as we walked to our lockers. I wouldn't tell her my full thoughts about the guy, but I wasn't about to let him treat her like dirt without saying something. “And he didn't even say goodbye to you.”

“That's just Brad.” Emma admitted. As if that somehow excused his behaviour. “But anyways… how Ange- uhh… how's your Mom?”

“Happy as ever.” I told her.

“She looked a little… umm… Dirty…” Emma shivered as she said the word.

Unlike all the other girls, Emma didn't judge me or Mom for her career as a pornstar. But talking about it did seem to make her uncomfortable. At least it felt that way. Emma was an awkward girl at the best of times, so it was hard to judge what subject matters made her worse.

“She was filming something that ran late this morning. And I really couldn't be late again so-”

“What was she filming!” Emma's eyes lit up with the question. She often cut people off when a question ran through her mind. Most people thought it was rude, but I thought it was charming.

“Just some basic interracial porn with these black guys. Nothing special.”

“B-black guys… like… m-multiple…” Emma gulped. “H-hhoow big were they?"

Coming from anyone else, I would have turned around and walked away. Assuming that they only wanted to know the juicy details to jerk off to later or something.

But Emma was different. She'd explained that she had a natural curiosity that she couldn't help but sate. I didn't want to pry into the details, but I got the feeling she was maybe a little autistic. She seemed to dive into these fixations and, even though it made her uncomfortable, she couldn't help herself but ask more about it.

“Yeah, three guys. Maybe about ten inches? Typical unrealistic pornstar dicks.” I said casually. Talking about this was no big deal to me, and I wanted to show her there was nothing to be ashamed about.

“Wow…and… ummm… she… she took them all? T-together or…” Emma's breathing was getting heavier.

“I think it was just one at a time?” I told her “Her work doesn't make me uncomfortable, but I don't exactly want to focus on it. You know?”

“Mhmmm…” Emma nodded. Holding her hands around her body tightly. “And! And… did they… did they cum inside her???”

“I wish.” I chuffed. “Would have made the drive over smell better. The guys made a mess all over her.”

“Wow…” Emma looked right st me, hey eyes almost sparkling. “You got to- uhh… had to smell their c-cum???”

“You get used to it after a while.” I explained. “I've been to so many of her shoots since turning eighteen, I barely notice the smell. Wait. I don't smell like it right now do I?”

As soon as I asked the question, Emma was all over me. Holding me by the waist and sniffing my body up and down. Inhaling far deeper than she really needed to.

“No…” She said. Almost sounding disappointed as she let me go. N-not that i would know what thick, h-hot, B-black guy jiz- c-cum smells like…”

“I didn't think you would Emma. But thanks for checking for me.” She could be so nervous. It was so damn cute. I really didn't get why it put so many people off.

“But you must know what it smells like. R-right? When it's on her body, or or! Inside her.” Emma gulped. Her mind running down this weird train of thought. “Watching her work must be so hot- Uhh… so hard- I! I mean.. d-difficult…”

“It's not so bad really. Watching porn actually get filmed isn't as hot and sexy as you'd think.” Reaching our neighbouring lockers, I opened mine and stuffed my bag inside. Happy to see that it hadn't been defaced with vulgar pictures of Mom. People loved writing that she was a slut on her pictures and leaving them for me to find. As if I didn't already know…

“Well… if it ever gets too awkward… maybe I could-”

“What the hell is this?!”