This choice: You manage to calm down Emily and talk things over. • Go Back...Chapter #6Inadequate girlfriend by: MorTho   An addition by: Wassel29
It took you a while (most of the day in fact), but you eventually managed to calm Emily down, doing your best to assure her that there was no way Clarissa had any interest in you, and you figured that the only reason she’d probably invited you was just to pad out the numbers, Jessica's parties usually being fairly massive and seeing as you weren't really one of the jock crowd or the nerd crowd, she figured you'd maybe be a safe bet. That at least seemed a far more likely situation in your eyes than her actually fancying you.
You could tell however, that Emily wasn't quite so convinced, and lacking somewhat in the self esteem department was seemingly worried that you were going to ditch her for Clarissa, which of course was ridiculous (the thought of going out with someone as smoking hot as Clarissa actually making you chuckle), and you told Emily as much, hoping it would sink in, though not entirely sure it would, having gotten the impression in the past that she thought you were as much out of her league as Clarissa was out of yours.
"I just don't want you running off with some other girl," Emily said, her cheeks flushed and her eyes a little bleary as you stood together outside the school gates.
"I'm not going to, seriously, Em, it's just you and me," you told her, holding her small body tightly in your arm to comfort her, "Screw Jessica Caldwell's party! We can just do something else on Saturday instead."
"Really? You sure?" she sniffed, looking up at you with her big green eyes.
"Really," you replied, with a smile, inwardly feeling a little disappointed, having wanted to experience what one of these big house parties was actually like, but deciding it best to keep Emily happy, not wanting to rock the boat any more. Hugging you tightly now, she pressed her head against your chest and you stood there in an embrace for a few minutes, as the last of the school filtered past, heading home, which you would have to do soon too.
"So, we all good now?" you asked, the length of Emily's extended hug getting a little awkward, hoping that she was over the whole "Clarissa fancying you" thing, which you were fairly certain wasn't true (though the idea that it could be, was actually pretty cool).
"Yeah, I guess," Emily replied, her voice not sounding a 100% convincing as she broke from the hug and flashed you a weak little smile. It had to be said, that as cool and cute as Emily was, and as much as you liked being with her, sometimes her hang-ups and inadequacies could be a little trying, as if she was constantly seeking validation that you wanted to be with her, and only her (and what with only being 17 and her only your second girlfriend, was something that was kind of hard to promise).
Composing herself again, and rubbing her eyes a little, she then looked back up at you and asked, somewhat hopefully, "Can we go back to your house now, and maybe hang out for a while?"
"Sure," you told her, wrapping an arm round her shoulder, before suddenly remembering that your mother was planning on taking you out tonight. "Arg, wait..." you groaned, not particularly wanting to break it to Emily, but seeing no way around it, telling her, rather apologetically that, "My mom's actually taking me out to some restaurant tonight, she got a promotion a few weeks back and she's been going on about going out somewhere nice to celebrate, just the two of us...I'm real sorry Em, maybe tomorrow?"
Her face sort of dropped as you said this, and she was clearly disappointed, her mouth twitching a little as she quickly tried to cover it up, "No, that's, that's fine. Tomorrow is fine," making you feel somewhat bad, undeservedly so. It was your mom who had planned it after all, and you an Emily weren't exactly joined at the hip or anything, what were you supposed to do?
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The next day, thankfully, Emily seemed in a little better spirits, though slightly more distracted, her mind seemingly on other things as she furiously scribbled away in her notebook in and out of class, weird formulas and equations you were pretty certain you'd never seen in any textbook before, and when you asked her about them, all she said was that it was "for an extra credit project I'm working on", which you supposed was good enough for you. She did seem pretty interested in your night out though, her face almost appearing to light up when you mentioned your mother, as you told her about where you went, what you had to eat, what you talked about, etc. To be honest, even to you it was pretty boring, but Emily seemed intrigued, and it momentarily made you think about that comment she'd made a few days ago, about wanting to be like your mother, but you quickly dismissed it again, thinking it crazy.
As well as that, you also began to notice Clarissa around a lot more, having told her that you wouldn't be able to make the party due to some excuse or another you’d made up, but finding that she still stopped to talk to you every now and then, making you wonder if Emily had been right all along (though telling yourself that it didn't matter either way, Emily being the one for you). Emily no doubt noticed this too, but unlike last time she didn't say anything, even though you could tell she was thinking it, and just continued scribbling away in her book while you just tried to casually shrug off the idea that a beautiful girl like Clarissa would be interested in you.
Once school was over, as promised, you headed back to your house and were once again greeted by your mom. After the usual small talk and pleasantries, you headed up to your bedroom and made out for a while, Emily letting you put your hands up her shirt, which while nice, wasn't really much of an experience, Emily's chest being virtually nonexistent, and if it hadn't been for her pointy nipples, you could have almost been fondling yourself (as a fan of big breasts, it was admittedly quite disappointing, sometimes wishing that she had a rack like your old girlfriend Becky, or even Clarissa who had to be about at least a C cup).
"Oh well, when life gives you a lemon, make lemonade!" you chuckled to yourself as you continued your groping, the fact that Emily was a girl being good enough for you.
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