Emma hummed a tune as she moved about the apartment, tidying things up for her usual Sunday morning chores. It was a nice way to spend a lazy weekend. She always cleaned up on a Sunday. It was a habit she'd picked up ever since moving in with Michael.
It was important to Emma to keep a nice clean home. Not that it was always easy. Between her and Michael, things tended to get messy and disorganised very quickly. Michael seldom cleaned, leaving most of the housekeeping duties up to her. But at least he was good at making sure the bills were paid, so she let it slide. Besides, she really enjoyed cleaning.
Even as she tidied the living room, dusting everything off and preparing to vacuum under the couch and the carpets, Michael lay sprawled out on the sofa. Playing some game on the television.
"Heya, Michael," Emma said, smiling, "Another lazy day on the couch for you then?"
"Huh?" He didn't look up. "Yeah, sure."
Emma chuckled to herself. That boy didn't hear a word she'd said. She walked further into the room and turned on the vacuum. As the loud droning began, Michael finally took notice.
"Hey!" He said, "Do you have to do that now? I can't hear my game."
"Oh, don't mind me," Emma said smugly. "Just doing the ol' Sunday cleaning. You know how it is." She purposely pushed the vacuum cleaner closer to Michael, her little way of getting back at him for being such a lazy roommate. "Sorry? Was I making too much noise for you?" Michael gave her a sour look and she simply grinned. "I'll try keep it down for ya, kay?"
Emma continued to hum as she cleaned. She made sure to be especially thorough around the couch as Michael had made his usual mess. Crumbs, wrappers, and old cups. She didn't really mind though. After all, that was part of the fun of living with a guy.
"Sorry, can I just..." Emma said as she stepped over Michael's legs to reach the other side of the couch. "Squeeze past you here?"
Michael just grumbled in reply and shuffled his legs a bit. Emma took out the handheld section of the vacuum and did a quick sweep over the couch, collecting the dust and crumbs that had built up there.
"Gosh, you're such a mess," Emma teased.
"Seriously Emma," Michael sighed as he moved out of her way. "Do you have to do this right now?"
"Yes, I do," Emma replied smugly. "That's what weekends are for, right?"
"Weekends are for relaxing," Michael said, rolling his eyes.
"And cleaning," Emma added.
"Whatever," Michael muttered, returning to his video game.
"Whatcha playing anyway?" Emma asked.
"A game."
"Haha, very funny," Emma chuckled, looking back to the television. "I don't recognise that one, is it new?"
"Kinda," Michael explained. In that caveman kind of way that doesn't explain anything.
Emma frowned but quickly returned to her smile. She knew that Michael wasn't really a talkative person. And prodding him was only going to get her nowhere. So she kept cleaning.
"I see, well have fun," Emma said, turning off the vacuum and ending her teasing. "Think I'm gonna clean the bathroom next. I'm on a roll today."
She turned to leave, making a mental list of what supplies she'd need to clean the bathroom. But as she started to walk away, the sound of Michael pausing his game caught her attention.
"Actually, fuck it. Changed my mind." Michael sighed, putting his controller down. "Why don't you make yourself useful and show off your outfit."
"My outfit?" Emma asked, ignoring the rude tone like it was nothing. "Sure thing, it's nothing special though,"
She turned back to Michael and looked down at herself. It really was nothing special, to Emma anyway. It was the same old outfit she always wore when cleaning around the house. Although the definition of outfit was used loosely as she was barely wearing anything.
"It's just something I threw together from those clothes you got me," Emma explained, striking a casual pose. She was dressed in a collection of lingerie that Michael had gifted to her over the years. No one piece matched, the white bra didn't match her black panties, she was wearing a pair of thigh-high socks that were pink and the collar she had on was from some bondage gear that was only used twice. "I don't have that much to choose from these days. Especially after you threw out all my old clothes."
Emma had essentially two wardrobes in the house. Her regular clothes and her home wear. All thanks to Michael's taste in fashion. Tastes that changed on a whim and resulted in more than a few of her old outfits ending up torn or thrown out. Originally, when Emma had an outfit for her Sunday cleaning, it was a traditional-looking maid outfit, with a cute skirt and frills. Which quickly became a slutty maid outfit, with a still cute, but far shorter skirt.
However, after a few months of having it pulled off her constantly by Michael, Emma's old outfit ended up torn and discarded for good. Since then, Emma just put together whatever house clothes she had left, and called that her Sunday cleaning outfit. It had a similar effect to her old maid outfit, which was the point.
"I think we need to go shopping again though," Emma said, looking down at her ass, wiggling it from side to side. "This pair of thongs don't even try to hide my ass. They have this spot where my asshole is bare," She turned around to give Michael a better view of the thong. It was a black lace thong, that split around the butt giving open access to her butt crack. "It's a little bizarre, but I don't mind. Also, the high heels kinda hurt after a while," She added, looking down at the red heels she had on. "Oh, but the stockings are a nice touch, don't ya think?"
Michael reached out without saying a word and brushed his hand along Emma's thigh, feeling the fabric of the stockings. The soft material was held up by a black garter belt, the only piece of the lingerie set that was the same colour.
"Hmmm, nice," Michael said. He squeezed Emma's thigh and then reached down and grabbed her ass.
"Oh, okay..." Emma moaned softly as she was groped, her cheeks flushed red. "Guess you wanted a more... hands-on inspection... Go ahead... I don't mind..." Michael pawed up and down the girl's body. Stopping to squeeze her tits through the bra. "Um, the top doesn't really do anything fancy. Just one of the few bras I have left..."
Michael didn't seem to mind how plain it was. He ran his fingers down the sides of the bra and reached around her back to squeeze her tits. Giving her a little shake before moving his hands along her slim waist.
"Fuck, I never get tired of these tits," Michael said, urging Emma to shuffle side to side and jiggle her breasts for him. His fingers returned to her chest, greedily exploring her cleavage and running over the soft fabric.
"Ah... you're fingers..." Emma groaned, her chest swelling with pride at Michael's compliment, even as she winced at how strong the boy was coming on. "Really... really digging into me..."
"You know how it is, Ems," Michael said, squeezing even harder. It was bordering on painful for Emma but she still smiled with pride.
"My tits... are made for squishing..." Emma said, already knowing the line from how often Michael said it. She leaned forward, pushing her breasts together and letting him feel the full weight of them.
"You're fat cow tits," Michael corrected, giving her a firm squeeze.
"Yes, yes," Emma chuckled between another wince of pain. "My fat, cow tits... Always forget that part..." Michael pulled one breast up from the bra and refocused his efforts on it. Squeezing and playing with it until he had it completely exposed, and the bra was pushing her tits upwards. "But. you know... you can't actually... milk me... Even if you pinch my nipples like that..." She winced out another pained chuckle at the idea.
Michael ignored her joke in favour of pressing his lips over her nipple and sucking hard. Emma felt a shiver of excitement rushes through her body.
"And yet... you try... Every time..." She said, a smile growing on her face. The smile was interrupted with another pained moan as Michael bit down a little too hard. She didn't complain though, she was never worried about Michael taking it too far. She trusted her friend completely in a way she couldn't ever describe.
"This top is in my way," Michael grumbled, pulling his head back to fumble with her bra.
"You always say that...' Emma chuckled. Even after all the time living together, Michael still had trouble removing her bras. Despite the fact, he took them off every day. "Well, I could just-"
Before she even had the chance to offer to remove the bra, Michael had yanked it hard, violently tearing it from her body and exposing her tits. He discarded the torn piece of fabric as he latched onto her nipples once again.
