Emma Has A Secret Life

This chapter is a little different than before.

For one, it's not based on any scripts, so it's breaking tradition. A commenter on a previous chapter asked about Emma's boyfriend and it got me thinking.

So here's a collection of several mini-stories, introducing Paul, Emma's previously unnamed boyfriend.

The format is quite simple.

We see Paul's POV of what life is like dating Emma, then it ends with what dirty, depraved thing actually happened.

Cheating/NTR themes obviously, and sorry to any Pauls IRL, it was just the first name that came into my head while writing

=============================================

Phone Call Check-In:

Paul stared back at the spreadsheets and financial statements that cluttered his computer monitor. The numbers blurred together into an indistinguishable mess.

He needed a break. Thankfully, he was due to take one. Paul glanced at the clock and sighed. He was only halfway through his day, and it felt like he had already put in an entire week. He rubbed his eyes and sat back in his chair.

The work wasn't hard, just tedious. A never-ending grind of the same tasks, day after day, and it was wearing on him. As he fished out his packed lunch and began to eat, Paul's thoughts fell on those lucky people who didn't have to work a nine-to-five job. What kind of adventures did they lead?

A small chuckle escaped his lips. Paul knew exactly what kind of adventures they had because he knew exactly that type of person.

With a sandwich hanging from his mouth, Paul reached into his jacket pocket for his phone and scrolled through his contact list. A smile tugged at his lips when he found the name he wanted. Emma, the name was tailed by a heart emoji. He tapped her name and brought the phone to his ear, taking a bite out of his sandwich. Paul could guess exactly how Emma was spending her time. She was probably curled up in front of the TV watching some sort of crime drama or documentary about serial killers.

When he met her, Emma was working part-time as a barista, taking courses on the side at the local community college. Paul had laid on the charm as he ordered his latte and the rest was history. These days, Emma had moved on from the cafe and had a lot more free time. Paul didn't know how the girl could afford to have so much time off. Emma had mentioned something about getting paid to help with her roommate's website thing, but the girl seemed to know as much about that as he did.

Regardless, she had a lot more time than he did. Something that had become apparent the longer they had dated. A lot of their conversations circled around her disapproval of his work-life balance and his disapproval of her roommate.

A ringtone sounded in Paul's ear, and he perked up.

"Hey, Babe," Emma's voice greeted him. "I was just thinking about you."

"Oh really?" Paul asked, setting down his sandwich. "And here I am, calling because I thought of you."

Emma giggled. "Guess that makes us perfect for each other."

"Guess so," Paul replied, grinning. "How has your day been?"

"It's been good," she replied.

"Doing anything interesting?"

There was a pause before she replied. "You know, the usual. Watching some Netflix, there's a documentary about these two kids who went missing, it's really interesting."

Paul chuckled, his prediction had been right on the money. "Is that right? Maybe you can show me sometime."

He smiled, waiting for her enthusiastic reply. Instead, all he heard was the phone shuffling around. "Em, are you there?"

"Huh? Sorry," Emma's voice sounded mildly out of breath. "What did you say?"

Paul frowned. "I said, maybe you can show me that documentary."

"Oh. Yes!" Emma shot back with the enthusiasm Paul had expected. "You'll love it!" There was some more shuffling around on the other end. "Here, I'll pause it. We can watch it together next time."

Paul rolled his eyes playfully. He wasn't the biggest fan of documentaries and never felt comfortable on the dates at Emma's apartment. Mainly because of her creeper of a roommate.

"Oh, you don't have you stop watching on my count," Paul said, trying to sound as sincere as possible.

"It's no... problem..." Emma replied, sounding even more distracted than before. "I'm barely paying attention... at this point..." Once again, the phone rustled around.

"What are you doing over there?" Paul asked, curious as to what she could possibly be doing that was taking so much of her attention.

"Nothing, I'm just..." Her voice trailed off as another distant voice muffled in the background of the call. Emma giggled and returned to the phone. "Very funny," She said to the voice with a sarcastic smirk. "Michael's decided that I'm hogging the TV... even though he was using it... all of yesterday."

The slight panting in her voice painted Paul a picture of Emma wrestling the remote control away from her roommate. Paul shook his head, not wanting to picture the two of them tangled up together. He could tell that Emma's roommate was way too into the girl, even if Emma naively assumed otherwise.

"Ah," Paul replied, taking another bite of his sandwich to hide his pointless jealousy.

"Oh sure," Emma continued with a sarcastic huff, still talking to her roommate. "Just because you made... me watch-" The phone shuffled around again. "-doesn't mean I was using... the TV."

The muffled voice of Emma's roommate returned. Whatever he was saying, it was enough to make Emma giggle, again. The pair continued to have a quiet conversation, too far from the phone for Paul to hear. This was exactly why he didn't like Emma's roommate. The guy hogged all of her time and attention.

It's not like he was going to lose his girlfriend to the guy or anything. Paul knew how Emma felt about Michael. Yet, it was hard not to feel a little jealous when Emma laughed at whatever inside jokes they had.

"Listen, Cupcake?" Paul said, noting the time on his clock. He didn't have long left to take his lunch. "I just called to see how you were doing. I gotta finish my lunch and get back to it. But uh, I'll find time for a date night later this week. Sound good?"

"What?" Emma's voice was again distant and distracted. "Oh, yes! That sounds great. I love you."

"I love you too, Babe," Paul replied, ending the call.

As the phone went dead, a frown formed on Paul's face. Something was bothering him. His mind conjured images of the two of them. Not wrestling for the remote, but something else. Something worse.

Paul shook his head. Dispelling the thoughts that were clouding his mind. There was no way in hell Emma would do that to him. And never in a million years would she do it with that roommate. He almost laughed at the absurdity of it all, before finishing his sandwich and getting back to work.

Half a city away, in the living room of her apartment, Emma lay on her back, sprawled out along the couch. Her phone was held loosely in one hand, and her legs propped wide open, with her roommate between them.

Michael humped away, driving his cock deep into her tight cunt. A trail of cum from the first two rounds still dripped from her needy hole. The girl looked back with an unamused expression as her roommate finished inside her, for the third time that day.

She wasn't annoyed by the constant creampies. Nor by the fact that it had happened while she was on the phone with her boyfriend. All those things were perfectly normal for her, nowadays. What bothered her, was the fact that her roommate now had the TV remote and had changed the program to some lame sitcom.

Emma relaxed back, letting the guy empty the last of his balls into her before collapsing into her breasts. She let him snuggle in, resting his head between her cleavage. Just another adventure.

-----------------------------------

Quiet Night In:

Paul felt his phone buzzing in his pocket as he reached his front door. Shuffling around for his keys and reorganising the box of takeaway he had picked up, Paul finally fished the phone out.

It was a message from Emma. Paul smiled, even before reading it.

It was the little things like a message or a call, that let him know how important their relationship was. He had been so swamped by work this week, that he had barely seen the girl. But a text here and there always reminded him that she was thinking of him, and vice versa.

With the box of Thai food safely tucked under his arm, and his keys in hand, Paul unlocked his front door. His apartment was small but homely. A one-bedroom unit with a small balcony. It was the place he had lived for a few years now and had seen plenty of nights like this one.

Alone, on his couch, with takeout, and a movie.

Emma would stay over every once in a while, and they would have dinner together. They would have a glass of wine, cuddle up, and enjoy some quality time together. But the place was too small for her to move in, and the two of them still had a healthy amount of independence.

Paul flicked the light switch on and tossed his keys and food onto the table. Then, he checked the message.

'Your daily dose of me, because I know you can't get enough 🥰'

There was an image along with it, a close-up of Emma's smiling face. A selfie, looking up at the camera, posed like a fake candid shot. Her head took up the bulk of the frame, but her upper chest was visible too. Whatever top she had on right now must've been quite low-cut.

The silly caveman part of Paul's brain immediately wondered how much he could see if the picture kept going, but he brushed it aside. It was an innocent smile from an innocent girl and it deserved an innocent response.

'Beautiful as always 😊'

Paul tapped the send button, picking up a random fork to start poking at his food. He ate his dinner with one hand, admiring the picture as he did. Knowing deep in his heart, that he was the luckiest guy in the world.

Emma heard her phone buzzing from above her. She smiled at the thought of whatever cheesy message Paul had sent.

"Oh, did he reply?" Emma asked excitedly, reaching up to grab her phone.

"Hold up, hold up," Michael said, pulling the phone up out of her reach. "I'm not finished yet."

Emma sighed but didn't argue. She returned to the position she had been in, naked and on her knees, looking up at her roommate as his cock stood proudly in front of her.

Michael's hands stroked along his shaft, pumping along the length of his cock.

"Look at me," He growled, on the edge of his climax. "You fucking slut," Emma giggled at the compliment. "You're nothing more than a little cum rag, aren't you? Stick your tongue out and get ready for the money shot!"

Michael groaned as his orgasm took him. A torrent of hot cum spurted forth from his cock, landing squarely on Emma's outstretched tongue. She caught a good portion of the sticky white mess, but it was quickly overpowered by the rest. Cum rained down upon the girl. A sticky stream of thick seed splattered onto her forehead, followed by a line running along her cheek, and a final spurt covering her lips.

The camera caught it all, taking several photos of the debauchery. When the camera stopped flashing, Emma's face was completely covered with the thick, gooey, substance. She licked her lips, tasting the salty flavour as her tongue cleaned her up.

"Damn," Michael sighed, looking down at his roommate, who was a mess. "Clean yourself up once you're done being a whore. And send those pics to me," He wiped his cock clean on some of the remaining patches of clean skin. "Hell, maybe send your boyfriend some too, show him what a whore he's dating."

Michael left the room, leaving the girl to lick herself clean. The taste of cum was a familiar friend.

Once clean, Emma picked up her phone and sent off the photos to Micheal before reading Paul's message. She cooed sweetly and considered her reply back. Several new selfies now graced her photo album, but none of them were quite right. For whatever reason, she knew that Paul had no interest in seeing her face covered in Michael's semen.

A shame, really. As some of them had turned out pretty well.

In the end, Emma settled for a simple reply and went on with her night.

---------------------------------------------------

Library Lockout:

"Hey, can we step in here for a second?"

Paul thumbed over his shoulder towards the library. The pair were strolling hand in hand through the city, doing nothing but enjoying each other's company.

Emma broke off from her arm-linked hug to check what he was pointing at. Her eyes widened when she realised where they were.

"I want to see if I can find some books by this author I've been looking for," Paul said, not noticing Emma's look of concern.

Emma hesitated as Paul began to lead the way. She followed him towards the quiet building, trying not to draw too much attention.

"Y-yeah... sure thing," Emma said, nervously. "I'll just wait out here."

Paul raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend, noticing her hesitancy. "What do you mean? You like books. Come on. It'll be fun."

Emma bit her lip, then nodded, giving in to his wishes. Linking arms with the man again, as he lead her inside.

"Let's see," Paul thought aloud, peering along the shelves. "They'll be sorted by author, I assume. So we'll probably find them under S in fiction writing, or maybe they're under the mystery genre? Hmm. Maybe we should ask someone?"

"No!" Emma blurted out, a little too loud. A few other people browsing the books turned to her, and she lowered her voice. "I-I mean... no need to bother anyone. I know where we can look. I've been here before."

Emma's arm was locked tight to his as she pulled him deeper into the library. Paul watched as the girl positioned herself around him, blocking herself from view of any librarian staff they came across. Eventually, her odd behaviour became too much for him to ignore, right around the time she leaned her face into Paul's neck to hide from a random lady who was working at the desk.

A confused smile crept up on Paul's face as he stopped her in the middle of the library. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Emma lied, not very convincingly.

"Then why are you hiding from the librarians?" Paul chuckled, glancing over to the old lady behind the desk. "You don't have late fees owed, do you?"

"It's not that..." Emma began, a small blush forming. "It's just... um. It's embarrassing."

"Well, now I have to know," Paul replied, playfully.

Emma glanced around the library, noting the other patrons browsing the books. She debated telling the story before leaning in to whisper to him.

"Okay," Emma began, her cheeks a rosy red. "Last time I was here, I was goofing around with a friend and the librarian," She nodded in the direction of the older woman at the desk. "Did not approve."

Paul laughed quietly, watching how Emma shrunk down in embarrassment.

"I'm serious," Emma whined, hugging tighter into the man to hide herself better. "She yelled at me and everything. Said I was banned from the library."

"What on earth did you do?" Paul asked, his voice barely holding in his amusement.

Emma's red face doubled down, she shook her head and looked away. "It was mortifying. I'd rather forget about it."

Paul grinned. He wanted to press further, but the look of humiliation on her face was enough to put him off. Dropping the subject, he quickly picked out the books he wanted and kissed Emma on the forehead.

"Alright, alright. I'll distract the librarian by checking these out. You go wait outside."

Emma sighed in relief, kissing Paul back in thanks before slipping away. As he made his way to the counter, Paul could see the librarian in question was a kind old woman. Hardly the type to yell at anyone or ban them for life. The mystery of what Emma had done only grew, but thankfully, Paul had several new mystery novels to distract himself with.

Two months earlier, Emma found herself tucked away in one of the back corners of the library.

Michael's hard cock rammed deep into her from behind. Pushing her into the bookshelf as her asshole squeezed down on his cock. Two fingers were jammed into her mouth, the only thing keeping her moans at a tolerable level.

While Michael had his pants pulled only slightly down his waist, Emma's summer dress had been completely discarded, along with her underwear. The naked girl had a firm grip on the shelf, holding herself steady as the cock plunged deep into her tightest hole.

"Fuck, Em," Michael whispered, licking up the back of her neck. "Your ass feels so fucking good."

Emma's legs felt weak, barely able to keep her standing as her roommate's dick stretched her ass wide. The fingers in her mouth were doing little to muffle her moans, and her legs were getting dangerously shaky.

"Mm! Mmph!" She moaned, sucking hard on the man's fingers. "Mmmph! MMMPH!"

"You're going to get us busted, you slut," Michael said, driving his cock hard into her ass. "You want everyone to hear what a dirty little anal slut you are?"

Even as he spoke, Michael wasn't showing any signs of slowing down. His pace was relentless, the sound of his hips slapping against her ass was echoing through the library. Emma was a wreck, she could feel her legs losing strength.

"Fuck, Em, I'm going to fill your ass up," Michael panted, ramming her harder. "Get ready, whore."

Emma braced herself against the shelf, pushing her ass back against the thrusts. The girl's eyes widened when the cock slammed deep, and the familiar feeling of warm cum pumping inside her.

Michael moaned softly, emptying his balls into his roommate's ass. As the last dribble of seed spilled into her, the two of them collapsed back. Emma dropped to her knees, allowing Michael to use her mouth as his personal cock cleaner.

The boy didn't say anything else. Shaking out the last of his cum on her tongue, and zipping himself back up. Leaving the girl to recover and clean herself up. Emma didn't know how long she stayed there, slumped on the floor, her ass leaking cum onto the carpet, but she never forgot the look of the librarian who eventually caught her.

------------------------------------

Diet Tips:

"I'm telling you, Babe. This new diet has been incredible."

Paul's gaze fell down to the girl who was sitting across from him. Emma was giving his plate of food some strange looks, but he wasn't concerned.

"I'm just saying," Paul continued, prodding at his meal with a fork. "My personal trainer got me on about it. And, honestly, I feel like I've never been in better shape. It's only been two weeks and my abs are already starting to show."

Emma smiled as Paul lifted up his shirt. 'Abs' was a bit of a generous term. But the positive attitude was infectious.

"I'll take your word for it," Emma said, sipping her drink. "I just don't get adding eggs to every single meal."

"They're not that bad," Paul replied, mixing the egg whites in with the rest of his food. "It's just extra protein, I hardly notice it anymore. It's like rice, but made out of egg instead. You should try it sometime?"

Emma chuckled as she shook her head. "No thanks. I get enough protein as it is. Michael's always adding his protein supplements to my meals at home."

"He what?" Paul asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice at the mention of Emma's roommate.

Emma was quick to wave off the comment. "I asked for some help with my training some months back. So he's been adding his supplements to all my meals. It's not like those powder shakes you have, I'm not looking to build muscle or anything, just maintain my figure. It doesn't taste great, but it helps."

"Still," Paul frowned, taking a bite of his food. "It's a little weird that he's just mixing his supplements into your food, no?"

Emma shrugged. "It's just what friends do," she replied, matter of factly. "Besides, I can't complain about the results."