An honest conversation with Em

It was midday and I was helping Laura pack things for her trip to her parents over Christmas.

"I'm so sad I can't wear all of cute and sexy outfits for Christmas, daddy."

"Why can't you? Do they judge you?"

"It's because you can't look at them, duh."

"Always so eager huh?" I gave her a kiss.

"For you always, daddy."

"Well you're a good slut. If I feel like it, I'm going to give you a good fucking once you return."

"Well then I can't wait to come back." She winked.

We spent the next hour packing the things she will need for her new room, we boxed some of her books and many of her clothes. As we had packed her bags already, we didn't have to pack all of her belongings. Eventually, the doorbell rang and Em entered with some coworkers. Laura gave instructions on what goes in which truck and we all helped carrying stuff around to speed up the process. Laura's bookshelf, desk, and bed were arguably the worst things to carry, especially because they landed in Em's truck, meaning we'd have to carry them again. Or well, I would.

As we finished, Laura grabbed her bags, gave me a final kiss and went away, to the train station. I hadn't asked where her family lived, but it was quite far away of course. She needed to use a high speed train that went over long distances. The truck with Laura's belongings that she had no need for anymore - from small cupboards in her bathroom to her couch - drove away, the items were meant to pawned off. Laura had promised me to invest it in cosplay I pick, but we'll see about that. Cash is always handy when you least expect it, and I can wait a bit before she acts out a costume I enjoy. Em and I headed to her truck and got in.

"So you went after her too, huh?"

"Well, she took your suggestion seriously."

"Suggestion?"

"You told her that she could just send her nudes to the company email."

"It was meant to be a joke..."

"She took it rather seriously," I chuckled.

"And then what?"

"She kept sending me stuff. And once she was due to receive her information on the compensation, I visited her to ask her why she did these things."

"And?"

"Well, she's kinky, finds me attractive, and trusts me enough to not take advantage. At least that's what she told me."

"Don't believe her?"

"She... seemed to think that her methods were normal. That the way to get a guy is to try and make him hard the quickest way possible, right from the getgo. She was also really insecure about her body when I did not immediately mention it when we met and she undressed almost right away."

"Seems like a lot of work. I told you not to stick your dick in crazy."

"I know... But honestly, as I got to know her more, she seems... manageable? I don't think she'll be that insecure if we have plenty of sex. And well, as long as she's happy, why not?"

"Alright alright, I'll let you off the hook. Still surprised she's the first."

"Well, most others still work or leave for Christmas at awkward times. I'll call you when the time is right."

"Speaking of which... My dad kept two extra hours clear in my log today. I hope you don't mind if I hang out at your place for a bit. And uhm... I'd like to eat dinner... with you."

"I'm sure mom will cook something for you."

"F-For me?"

"Yeah, I mean, you'll leave in the late afternoon. Mom and I won't eat dinner then."

"Sorry, I don't want to be a burden."

"Em, it's okay. Do you think I didn't notice how you ate when we met to discuss the proposal? And I'm sure mom didn't eat half of the tray pizza Christine and I made."

"S-Sorry."

"No need to apologize. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that you're not eating enough at the moment for one reason or another."

"Y-Yeah... I can only eat breakfast. If I wake up before dad, that is. Other than that, I have to grab some street food in the city. I have a bit saved up for a rainy day, but... Never imagined I'd spend it to eat."

"It's okay, my mother will cook you something. Or I will, she might be busy packing."

"Is she leaving soon, too?"

"Yeah, also for her family."

"And you're not coming?"

"I don't quite know what to do for Christmas. If you want though, I can get you away from your father, so that's an option. Other than that... I have some options but I might just actually relax that day. Have a true lazy day where nobody bothers me."

"I'm sorry, but I'll likely have to take that invitation. After what happened last night, I don't want to be home when he drinks again."

"Oh, he was drunk? I'm... sorry. I feel bad for you." I paused for a moment. I'd hug her but she's driving, that seems unsafe. "By the way, sorry about yesterday. I should've-"

"It's okay. You're doing quite a lot for me already. And Christine gave me a good tip."

"Yeah but, I want to support you, I want to be someone you can rely on now that you need help. Imagine if it wasn't Christine, what would you have done? Where would you have gone in the freezing night?"

"Honestly... I don't have a lot of choice. I'd have just make it look like I left and then stay in one of the other bedrooms. My life... kinda depends on you and I want to make things as good as possible for you in return. I'm sorry if I killed the mood between the two of you yesterday."

"You didn't, really. Besides, I think your well-being matters more. There's always a second date, there's no do-over for the shit you're going through right now."

"I know, it's just... I guess it's my way to be thankful, you know? You're doing your hardest to prevent me into being **** into the most impactful life decisions against my will, the least I can do is support you in things that matter to you. And if that's conquering more pussy then so be it."

"Em, all I'm trying to say is that you don't have to be. I'm thankful, of course, but only do these things if you're comfortable."

"As long as you don't go after me I'm comfortable with a lot of things. And even then, there's a solid chance you might have to anyway?"

"Huh?"

"Remember, my father is old, but he might very well live to age 90. If he expects a child, we might have to..."

"I don't want to. I don't want to be a father and I'm not super into the idea of founding a dynasty."

"Well, either you tell him that or I make sure to work my ass off and take care of it myself."

"In any case, I can promise that I won't lay a finger on you. And not my penis either."

She chortled. "You can be funny sometimes, James. And thanks, by the way, it means a lot."

"I just realized something. Would you be comfortable with hugs and kisses in public? Or at least around your father?"

"Whatever makes it believable James, I'm flexible on that. Kinda have to be, but still."

"I just want to make sure I have your consent."

"O-Oh... thanks." She paused for a moment. "James, do you like me?"

"Huh? Yeah, you're a great friend and you work for a good business."

"Anything more than that?"

"Not at the moment, no. Why did you ask?"

"Just a thought... I'm a bit curious what kind of woman you like."

"I guess that's a big question. I like to be kind of dominant in the bedroom, so some women who like that are a good sexual fit for me. I like women who like me back as well, although it sounds stupid. And well sometimes the looks just get me, irrespective of anything else. But I think these relationships, the ones that will move in, will last longer, just because they're also good friends and I am emotionally invested in them. Laura is the outlier here, but even then she seems like a decent woman. Second year of college, likes to do cosplay, studies accounting."

"Hmm, maybe I should hire her once she's done."

"I'm afraid I get to call first dibs on her."

"Hmph, meanie. But yeah, I guess there's more to her than being freaky under the sheets."

"Yeah, same applies to all women that I've fucked. Especially now that I have so many, I think I won't pursue anyone that much anymore. You'd think it's the opposite, that I'd let it get to my head and try to date any woman I can, but no. I'm a bit surprised by myself, to be honest. I could use our arrangement here, but I just... feel no desire to. My heart told me to give you a chance to escape your dad's plan and my dick didn't say anything. Sorry for rambling, I just feel like maybe I've slowly turned into a sex maniac."

"James, the very fact that you're concerned about this tells me more than you realize. I don't think the kind of man you fear that you are becoming would even be remotely concerned to become a sex crazed lunatic, maybe they even want to be that kind of person. I don't think you need to worry."

"Thanks, Em. Sorry for talking about my problems when you have your own mess to deal with."

"Don't worry, it's okay. I'm glad you trust me with your problems. I'm... kind of in a position where I have to trust you, whether I like it or not. So I'm glad that you feel like you can trust me as well."

"I mean, why wouldn't I trust you? We two are old friends, I don't have a lot of people like you that I can fully trust so instinctively. Or at least I hadn't until I started dating women and got successful."

"Th-Thanks. And we're here."

Em and I unloaded the truck, mom sometimes held the door open for us. After her long day of work, Em ate two full bowls of chicken soup that mom made for her. Em just relaxed on the couch while mom was packing her stuff, she'll leave in the early morning. Em left after a while and drove off into the early winter sunset.