‘Are you kidding?’

Emma looks up at the amusement evident in your voice. ‘Jerking off to hot girls is one of life’s greatest pleasures, Em! And trust me, I should know.’

‘Oh, I know you used to do it to me,’ Emma says, a glimmer of pride evident in her voice. ‘And, I suppose, I always knew… that meant you’d done it to other people, too. I mean, I couldn’t be the only one. Which is fine!’ she adds, hurriedly. ‘I, I suppose I just…’

You gaze into her eyes, trying to read her. ‘Are you wondering whether I’ve jerked it to other girls recently?’ you ask, finally. ‘Because… actually, Em, you’ve not been leaving enough in my balls to fill a shot glass lately. I haven’t even thought about going online to get off, not for ages. That said…’

You hesitate, but decide it’s probably best to be honest. ‘All that said, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with either of us watching porn, Emma. Sometimes you’re gonna want to look at cute girls – and whatever else I might be, I’m not a cute girl.’ Emma giggles uncertainly. ‘And at some point in the future, I’m probably going to want to watch sixteen guys cum on a Japanese girl’s face, and that should be fine, too.’ You buffet her with your elbow slightly.

Emma wrinkles her nose primly, but nods. ‘I mean, ew, but, yes. I see where you’re coming from. It’s silly to think we should only ever be able to look at each other.’

‘Exactly.’ You sling an arm around her shoulders. ‘I mean, don’t mistake that for me getting bored, Em, because trust me, that’s not it. If the day ever comes when I don’t want to have sex with you, measure me up for a casket because I’ve lost the will to live.’ Emma smiles reluctantly. ‘But, yeah, sometimes you get curious, or you feel like exploring a bit, or you just want to see a redhead’s pussy. And that’s fine. Seriously.’

Emma nods again. ‘Okay. Thank you. I’m… I’m really glad we talked about this.’

You shrug, smiling. ‘Hey, no problem. So who were you looking at before I barged in? I have to admit, I’m curious.’

Emma’s cheeks go slightly pink again. ‘Oh! Well, actually…’ She opens her mouth, then shuts it again. ‘Oh, God… perhaps I’d better just show you. That’s probably less humiliating than having to describe it.’

You watch, intrigued, as Emma types in her password. The screen clears –