Take it Easy - Chapter Six: Much Ado About Nothing - Sex Stories

Take it Easy - Chapter Six: Much Ado About Nothing

... the only place at which I still had vivid memories of spending time with him, so it was as good a place as any to think. As crazy as it may seem, it usually made me feel better to talk to my dad, as if he were there. "Hey, dad. I'm not doing so hot right now." I put my face in my hands. "Ashton found out about Emily and she's all pissed at me. I guess I've been a dick, leading on two girls at once. Ashton just needed comfort, and I drove her away. I haven't been a very good friend to her recently... The problem is, I don't know what she wants from me: I can't tell if she still just wants to be friends-with-benefits or if she wants something more... God, I wish you were still around, Dad. I miss you." I laid my head on my arms, which were folded on the table. After what seemed like a few hours, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "I thought I would find you here." My mom's voice came from behind me, soft and gentle. I simultaneously was happy that she had come and wished that she would go. She sat down next to me, looping her arm through mine. "What's the problem, Aaron?" "Girl problems." I muttered. "Well, I'm a girl. I think I should understand." My mom and I have always been able to speak candidly to each other; my dad disappeared before I was old enough for "the talk", so she had to handle all of that stuff. Being a lawyer, she was strictly no-nonsense when it came to Nicole and I being honest with her. "Not this time, mom." I laughed bitterly and turned my head away. "Hey." She ...

... gently grabbed my chin and turned me to face her. "I promise I won't be mad at you, no matter what." "It's not me I'm worried about." I told her. "Well, I promise I won't be mad at anyone, unless they've hurt you." She assured me, giving me a smile. I hesitated before speaking, then decided to bite the bullet. "I've been in a relationship with someone who works for you." "Emily? Yeah, I know. I was wondering when you were gonna tell me, though." "You knew?" I asked incredulously. "For how long?" "Since you two were in your room for about 45 minutes at the party." She teased. I was more embarrassed then than I ever had been in my life. My face felt like it had been in contact with the surface of the sun. Side note: I suppose I should explain my mom's "usual policy" in more detail now. She has a sort of realistic mindset about teen vices; she believes that, by trusting me to behave responsibly, I won't become addicted to alcohol or sex later in life. It's a sort of European approach: let the kids drink some wine when they're growing up and they won't become alcoholics later. I guess she realizes that it's better to try to guide me through, rather than stop me from, experimenting with sex and alcohol. She has a zero-tolerance policy on most other things, though, which is fine with me, because I find drugs disgusting. I digress; apologies for the fourth-wall break... back to the story! "I thought she would lose her job or something if you found out!" I exclaimed, my embarassment ...