Emma Needs To Talk

It was a little past eight-thirty in the morning as Emma tiptoed across the hardwood floor, quietly approaching her roommate's bedroom. Her hand hovered over his door, hesitating briefly before she lightly rapped on the wood.

"Hey, Michael?" she whispered. "Are you awake?"

A muffled groan sounded from the other side of the door. Followed by the shuffling of footsteps. The door opened just a crack, a sleep-muddled face peeking through the small gap.

"What time is it?" Michael mumbled, squinting his eyes against the light beginning to pour into the shared living room.

"Oh, sorry," Emma apologised, wincing at her mistake. "Were you still sleeping? I can come back later."

"It's fine..." Michael yawned, opening the door wider to reveal his dark bedroom. "I'm up now, come on in."

"You sure? Alright then..."

Michael waved the girl in as he wobbled tiredly from side to side. Emma felt like a fool for knocking on his door so early in the morning. With another silent apology, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

"So, hey. Morning," She said sheepishly as Michael turned on his lamp, flooding the room with a dim, orange light. "Sorry again, for waking you. I wanted to talk to you about something?"

"Hmm..." Michael nodded, yawning once again. "Must be a serious talk then."

"Oh, no," Emma quickly shook her head. Not wanting to paint a negative picture of things. "It's nothing serious. Well... Maybe a little serious. But nothing bad. I hope," She smiled politely to set the warm mood she was hoping for. "I just wanted to get your honest opinion on something and-"

"H-hey," Emma groaned, not attempting to pull away from her roommate. "Where are those hands going, Mister?"

"They're feeling up your fat cow tits, obviously," Micheal yawned, not ashamed in the least. "Don't act surprised now."

He honked her left boob to hammer his point home before bringing his other hand in on the fun. Squeezing both of Emma's breasts between his palms.

"But it's hard to have a serious discussion..." Emma protested, her voice hitching as Micheal began to knead her boobs. "When you keep teasing my nipples... Over my shirt..."

Emma had walked into Michael's room wearing nothing but an oversized white t-shirt. The fabric hung loosely around her torso, and the collar stretched out far enough that one side had slipped down her shoulder. With Michael's fingers toying with her stiffening nubs, she could feel her chest growing hot and her body starting to shiver.

"I thought this wasn't a serious talk?" Michael joked, pinching her nipples through her shirt with a forceful twist. Emma winced at the light pain but still didn't pull away from the man's wandering hands. "Besides, it's not my fault you knocked on my door not wearing any underwear. Really, what kind of cock tease are you being here?"

"Sh-shut up," Emma moaned, her face heating up as the man's fingers began to tug her shirt up. "You know it's just too hot to sleep in anything else," Michael's fingers continued to play with her tits like he owned them. Bouncing them between his palms squeezing down hard. "Stop getting so... distracted... and handsy... I really need... to talk to-"

Once again, Michael interrupted her by using her body like a toy. This time his hand reached up around her the nape of her neck and pulled Emma in for a kiss. This surprised Emma, briefly, before she relaxed and melted into the man's lips. Welcoming Michael's tongue against hers like she had done so many times before.

Emma vaguely remembered a time when the idea of Michael kissing her this way, or at all, would've been unthinkable. It was only a few years ago when she held onto her old, archaic worldview that friends like Michael weren't supposed to kiss her, or squeeze her tits, or cum down her throat.

But now, after living together all these years. The feeling of sucking on Michael's tongue, letting his hands explore her body, and his hardening cock rubbing into her leg was a daily occurrence. One that wasn't strange in the slightest, because as Michael always explained it. That's just what friends do.

Best friends, mind you, for Emma could think of no other friend who did this to her on a regular basis. Not that she ever questioned the notion of a 'friend' who did these things, nor did she ever feel the need to change.

Because Emma was happy, and if her roommate wanted to make her happy by playing with her tits or kissing her deeply, then what was the problem?

"Wait," Emma pulled away from the kiss, a trail of spit dangling from her mouth. Michael ignored her in favour of sticking his tongue back down her throat. After a few more seconds, she pulled off again. "Wait, wait, wait."

"Come on, Ems," Michael sighed as he kissed her one last time on the lips. "You can't expect a guy not to get horny when you wake him up like this. Especially with how your tits are bouncing all over the place," He shook her tits to make his point, returning to kiss along the girl's neck. "You look like such a whore in this loose shirt."

"Just let me say my piece first," Emma giggled at the compliment. She always knew it was a good thing when Michael called her all those creative names. "Please?"

"You know the house rules, Emma," Michael chided, continuing to pepper her neck with kisses. "You're in my room, so be a good cum receptacle and empty my balls."

If anyone else had ever dared speak to Emma that way, she would've slapped them and never spoken to them again. But since Michael was her best friend, it was obviously just a cute joke with a kernel of truth behind it.

Emma sighed with a smile on her face as Michael's hands squeezed the large mounds together. "You're right, I should respect the house rule," She rolled her eyes dramatically before looking back to the man. "Did you want me with the shirt on or off this time?"

Michael froze in place and looked back at the woman with a raised eyebrow. One of his hands was already up the inside of her shirt and twiddling her right nipple.

"Right, stupid question," Emma chuckled. "As you like to say. When in doubt, get tits out."

Emma didn't need to say anything else. Already lifting her shirt over her head, taking care not to mess up her ponytail. Michael's groping somehow grew even more intense, the man's fingers practically sinking into her ample soft skin. She moaned as she let the shirt drop to the floor, now she was completely naked except for the socks on her feet.

"Wow," Emma gasped. "You're really... squeezing them... Did wanna sit back down on your bed?"

With a grunt of agreement, the man let go of Emma's tits and sat down on the end of his bed. Emma followed him behind him and knelt down between his knees. Michael was only wearing a pair of loose pyjama pants, his erect penis straining against the fabric.

With a light tug, Emma pulled Michael's cock out of his pants and removed his pants entirely. Michael's shaft was long, thick and hot against her hand. He had already been humping into her leg through his shorts earlier. Now, it felt so much more direct when she could feel the precum leaking out the tip.

"So, should I get you started with my hands?" Emma asked, expertly stroking his dick with one hand with all the skill she had learned over the years. Even now, Michael shuddered at his touch. "Or did you just wanna cum down my throat like usual?"

Michael did have a preference for blowjobs. They were quick, easy and left little mess... for him. Emma would often be left choking on a mouth full of spunk or a face covered in the stuff.

"That's better," Michael groaned, his fingers pinching and squeezing her hardening nubs. "Now, let's put these big boobs to good use, shall we?"

"Let's mix things up a bit," Michael suggested, in a rare display of spontaneity. "How about you use these fat cow tits of yours instead?"

"Oh? A titfuck?" Emma laughed. "Yeah, sure. It's been a while since you asked for one of those."

"What can I say," Michael shrugged as Emma moved to assume the position. "Your tits look fucking fantastic this morning."

"Ha, you really have boobs on the brain this morning," She giggled, wrapping her tits around Michael's cock.

Her boobs were just big enough to cover the bulk of Michael's erection, a thin tip poking out the top. With a light squeeze of her breasts, she could feel the warmth of his dick pulse between her tits. She looked up at Michael with a friendly smile as he began thrusting into her.

For the next few minutes, neither roommate said a word while Michael's cock was squeezed between her tits. All Emma had to do was lean forward every now and again and lap at the tip with her tongue. Other than that, she was content to just let her breasts do all the work. The occasional grunt or sigh was the only indication that Michael was even enjoying himself. Emma might have found the task a little boring if she were doing it for anyone else, not that she gave anyone else the opportunity. But this was just what she did for her best friend, so Emma had no problem waiting it out.

Eventually, Michael decided that his hands should be the ones squeezing her tits together, so Emma leaned back, uncomfortably, while Michael had his fun.

"I can't believe I almost forgot about the bedroom rule," Emma said, mainly to herself to fill the silence. "Like, it's literally the first house rule you told me when I moved in here. Whenever I enter your bedroom, get you off," Emma failed to realise that a lot of house rules ended with that stipulation. "It's so simple and yet... I swear, I'm such a ditz at times."

"Yeah," Michael grunted. His pace had increased over the last few minutes. Emma could feel her breasts bounce with every thrust. "You can be a dumb bitch at times."

Emma laughed in agreement. Michael's jokes had gotten more insulting over the years. But, once again, they were just cute little nicknames he had given her. So there was no harm in accepting them.

"I forget to wash my dishes or do laundry," Emma rattled off as if she were going through a checklist. "And to make things worse, I come in here and wake you up at the crack of dawn. Honestly, I feel like the worst roommate some days," She paid no mind that Michael wasn't listening to a word she was saying, bucking away at her tits. "Sometimes I get all those times you call me a bimbo cum-dumpster."

Michael chuckled at that, to which Emma chuckled in return.

"But seriously, I don't mean to be such a hassle, I just get so lost in my own thoughts sometimes."

Michael pumped away for another half minute before tiring himself out. Even with Emma's 'fat cow tits' the man was never gonna get off properly.

"Done using my boobs already?" Emma asked as Michael leaned back onto his bed. She could finally relax from the awkward angle of her back.

"Get... get up here," Michael huffed, motioning for Emma to climb onto the bed with him. "Climb on my dick."

"Oh, okay!" Emma's face lit up as she stood up from the floor. Michael landed back onto his pillow and looked like he was about to nod off again. Emma climbed up after him and straddled the man, his pussy rubbing against his shaft. "There we go," She moaned as she slid herself down Michael's cock.

Tiredly, Michael's hands swung round and clasped firmly on her ass. The typical sign for her to start moving.

Emma began to bounce on Michael's dick, feeling the familiar shape and warmth inside her. Her arms rested on the man's bed as she bounced her hips against his. Her moans mixed with Michael's tired grunts, the sound filling the otherwise quiet room. It didn't take long for one of Michael's hands to move up her body and attempt another rough fondling of her tits.

"Fuck... did your tits grow again?" Michael groaned, looking up at the way Emma jiggled on his cock. It was a silly question. Of course, they didn't, but that didn't stop the man from squeezing them like a pair of stress balls.

"You've been very insistent on playing with my tits today," Emma mused curiously. "Fondling them, fucking them. Now watching them jiggle in your face," Michael grunted and squeezed her nipples to emphasise his point. "It must be one of those mornings."

Michael slammed his hips upwards into her pussy. Pulling a cute reaction out from Emma's mouth before settling down to let Emma do the bulk of the work.

"Didn't?..." Michael began after some time passed. "Didn't you come in here to ask me something?"

"Oh, right," Emma said, completely forgetting her original reason for coming into the man's room. Her smile dropped a fraction as she thought about her predicament. "I don't know. Now I'm here talking to you, it's kinda stupid."

"Okay then," Michael said, obviously not caring. He thrust up into Emma again and pulled the girl back down into a kiss.

They made out passionately for a few seconds. Emma's tongue lashed at Michael's and her hips bounced against his. As much as she enjoyed being a cock-hungry slut for her best friend, she did wake him up, it was only fair she rewarded him with the reason for doing so.

"Okay, fine..." Emma said as she broke off the kiss. Her face was red and panting as she stared at the man, who looked like he was going to fall back asleep any second. "Do you think?..." She let out an involuntary moan as Michael thrust again. "Do you think, that you and I... We're too close... to each other?..."

Michael stopped fucking her and just looked up at the girl in confusion. "Huh? Are you serious right now?"

Emma huffed an awkward chuckle. Assuming that Michael and her were on the exact same page.

"Yeah, that's what I thought! We're just friends." She exclaimed before grinding into him again. "It was a stupid question. Sorry, just forget I said anything."

She leaned back down to kiss the boy again, Michael casually accepted the new bout of sloppy kissing as Emma bounced on his dick. Once they pulled away from the kiss, Michael let out a big sigh.

"Okay, I'll bite," He said with an exaggerated eye-roll. "What's this actually about, Ems?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just..." Emma looked away pensively, still slowly riding his dick. "Okay, so I was on a date last night. With my boyfriend, y'know?"

At that, Michael did his signature eye-roll he did every time Emma brought up her boyfriend. The man seemed allergic to learning anything about the guy, to the point that even after a year or so of dating, Emma was certain that Michael still didn't know the guy's name.

"And it was fine for the most part," Emma continued, ignoring Michael's silent protests. "We were eating dinner and chatting. Having fun. Being cute with each other," Michael tugged on her nipple hard enough to elicit a moan from Emma's lips. He gave a soft smirk at that. "Then the topic of roommates came up. And he kept, like, making all the usual comments about how close we are. Getting all jealous and mopey with me..."

For once, Michael actually looked interested in one of Emma's boyfriend stories. He was looking up at her with a curious look in his eye. "Yeah, and? What did he say?"

"Well, like," Emma began, thinking back on her date last night. "So he complimented the dress I was wearing. You know, that short one you always say..." She paused to let out another soft moan. "M-makes my ass look, extra fuckable?"

"Oh, that mini dress of yours?" Michael asked, smiling at the thought. "Fuck, I would've fucked your ass yesterday if you told me you were picking that one." He pulled Emma back down into another sloppy kiss. Squeezing her ass as he remembered all the times he had taken it.

Emma smiled at the compliment and kissed him back before continuing. "Yeah, that one. Anyway, I mentioned that you helped me pick it out for me that time he took me to the theatre. And then he got all, like, moody with me. Saying that it was weird..." She moaned again as Michael began fucking her a little faster. "That a friend of mine, especially a guy friend, was picking out outfits for me. And that we spend too much time together in general."

Michael didn't say anything, but he had a slight smirk on his face as he pulled Emma back down again for yet another kiss. A long, passionate, sloppy kiss as he thrusted up into her. Lasting for a couple of minutes at least.

"Like, I go shopping with my friends all the time," Emma ranted once Michael finally let go of her. "And you're like my, fashion guru. Half my wardrobe is stuff you've picked out for me. You know what looks good on me."

Emma failed to mention to her boyfriend, or anyone else for that matter, that the bulk of her wardrobe was some of the sluttiest outfits imaginable. Only to be used inside the apartment that she shared with Michael.

"I just don't get what his deal is?" Emma sighed, completely unaware of the hypocrisy of her situation.

Michael chuckled, still playing with her tits. "What's to get? Your boyfriend is a fucking cuck."

Emma's first instinct was to speak out and defend the man, but something made her hesitate. Michael said a lot of rude things, but they were always funny because that's just what friends do. What originally felt like an angry scowl, turned into a light chuckle before she even realised what had happened.

Michael, for his part, leaned up and took one of Emma's nipples into his mouth. Greedily sucking and licking the stiff peak.

"And like, sure," Emma went on like nothing happened. "I spend more time with you than most of my other friends. But you're my roommate. We live together. Of course, I see you more than him."

Michael was too busy sucking and bucking away to reply, not that Emma noticed.

"Maybe if he didn't work so much, I would go do more stuff with him instead," Emma added, jealous of her boyfriend's long hours. The man had taken a job straight out of college, whereas Emma survived off part-time waitressing and whatever passive income she and Michael's 'home movies' made online.

"Okay, like, remember that weekend I wanted to go to the beach, but he was 'too busy' working on that big project of his?"

Michael hummed an affirmative into her breasts.

"I was super bummed out," Emma explained, "But then you came along and suggested we go anyway. You planned a fun sightseeing route. With all those pit stops along the way," Emma smiled back at the fond memory. "Or, 'pit fucks', as you called them."

The weekend trip was a simple drive out of the city to a slightly more quiet beach town. Usually, the trip would've been two to three hours once you left the city, but Michael had picked out fourteen specific sights that the duo stopped at on the way there. Every single one of them was marked with either a backseat quickie or a daring public creampie.

"You even picked out that cute little gold bikini for me," Emma giggled as Michael pulled away from her tits to give the girl yet another kiss. "And sure. You accidentally got me a bikini size too small," She teased as Michael returned to sucking on her tits. "And spent more time cumming on my face than actually swimming. But that trip was so fun, right?"

"Yeah, it was the best," Michael mumbled through a mouthful of flesh.

"Exactly. You made my whole week with that!" Emma exclaimed before sighing again. "Yet my boyfriend got annoyed that I took you instead of him. Like. If I had that option, don't you think I would have picked him?" She looked down at Michael, who shrugged in return. "And-"

Michael pulled her back down into another kiss, picking up speed again as he frantically bucked his hips up into Emma's cunt. His hands were roaming across her body, from her breasts to her hips, to her ass and back again. All the while, Michael's tongue explored her mouth. Emma's own tongue eagerly danced along his.

The two remained in that position for another few minutes. Moaning, gasping and slurping on each other's lips until Emma broke away for air. She looked down at Michael with a big smile on her face, as the boy continued to thrust away at her.