Emma Drains Her Roommate's Balls

'Originally a script for GWA by Me'

"Hey! I'm home!" Emma called out cheerfully as she walked through the door. She kicked off her shoes and tossed them to the side before heading further inside.

The twenty-three-year-old had recently moved into a new place with her friend and now roommate, Michael. She was initially hesitant about the idea of rooming with a guy, even if it was her best friend. Not that she was worried that Michael would do anything, she trusted him more than anyone.

She and Michael had a very platonic relationship over the years. They met back in high school and became fast friends. Many of their friends incorrectly assumed that Emma would end up dating him but Michael wasn't her type. The two were friends, nothing more. Michael had never tried to come on to her and at this point, the very idea of it was absurd.

So when Michael suggested that they should get an apartment together, she was worried that sharing an apartment would open a new dynamic to their relationship that Emma was not interested in exploring. Being in such close proximity to each other, every day of the week would be a new experience for her. Plus she was aware of some of the more irritating habits of boys but Michael was able to ease her concerns and convince her to go for it.

"We should live together, that's just what friends do."

Emma wasn't sure why those words resonated with her so well but he did have a point.

They had now been living together for almost a year and thankfully all of her worries proved to be wrong. They had respectable boundaries for each other and their friendship had never been stronger. She never felt awkward or unwelcome in her own home and while Michael could sometimes be seen as a 'lazy roommate' when it came to cleaning up, he remained a good friend.

"How was your day?" Emma asked as she approached Michael, "Did you spend it all on the couch again?" Michael responded with a tired shrug, not even turning his head from the TV to acknowledge her. "You really need to get out once in a while, So lazy."

Emma shook her head but couldn't help but smile. This was a standard weekend for him, Michael was an introvert through and through. Emma couldn't relate to his chosen lifestyle but at this point, she was used to it and expected it of him. The man would go days, sometimes weeks without leaving the house. Shopping and working were the only exceptions.

"You know, a 'kind' roommate would of at least cleaned the house if he was gonna be home all day." She teased, eyeing the stack of plates that had been piled on the table next to him.

"Yeah but you always clean up after me," Michael joked back, "That's just what friends do."

Emma figured he had a point, if he cleaned up it wouldn't be done to her standard, it was better when she did it all.

"At least he kept his mess organised." Emma thought to herself, thankful that her lazy roommate was able to keep all the dishes together, he had the annoying habit of leaving cups and mugs all over the place, it took months for Emma to 'train him' to collect his dishes, mostly by chastising him until he did it.

Michael got up from his slouched position on the couch, turning towards Emma. He smiled as she approached but tensed as she grew closer, grabbing the remote to pause whatever movie he was in the middle of.

"The poor guy is already anticipating my barrage of words." She continued thinking, it was practically a tradition at this point, every time Emma had a big day out she would end the day by telling Michael all about it.

She felt bad for interrupting his personal time but not enough to stop. He might be an introvert, but Emma sure as hell wasn't and she was going to tell her best friend about her day whether he wanted to hear or not.

Thankfully Michael was also used to living with her, so he was mentally prepared to engage with her. Her 'story time' had become so common, that he was already to stand, well sit, at attention. In the past, Emma would 'ambush' him at any hour of the day just to tell her all about what she was up to. Eventually, it got to a point where Michael would avoid her. Now that they were living together they had a system. Emma would only 'ambush' him once per day and only when they were in the living room.

It became their designated 'story time.' An agreed-upon event that they took part in to compromise between their two personalities because 'that's just what friends do.'

This was why their friendship was so strong.

"How was your day?" He said, sitting up straight on the couch. He was genuinely happy to see her and had gotten very good at listening to her. Listening being the key factor as Emma would usually be the one talking the entire time.

"My day?" Emma thought out loud, before letting out a sigh, "Where do I begin?"

She broke off into another big smile, she had a story to tell Michael, today had been wild, full of ups and downs. She was dying to tell somebody about it.

"Hold on, let me get out these clothes and I'll tell you." She continued casually, taking off her jacket and placing it neatly on a chair. "So I caught up with my boyfriend for lunch. Nothing fancy, just at that cafe in the city."

She began to tell her story, as she spoke, Emma pulled up her shirt before discarding it onto the floor. She'd pick it up after she was done. Neither she nor Michael reacted to her casual stripping beyond Michael enjoying an eyeful of her cleavage held by her bra.

"The food was alright, a bit overpriced. I was expecting something more for the price they were asking for, y'know?"

Emma walked between Michael and the TV just in case he decided to try and watch his movie again. Not that he would dare, Michael was a good listener, always aware and focused on her, currently, he was more focused on her legs as she pulled off her jeans but that was still her.

"Then he suggested we-" Emma cut her sentence short as she spied a quick eye-roll from Michael. While he was usually an attentive listener, he did have the annoying habit of shutting down whenever she spoke about her boyfriend.

Emma had been in a relationship for the past three months and Michael did not like the guy. She hardly knew why as they had barely interacted. Someone else might have thought Michael to be jealous but Emma knew better. Michael wasn't like that.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." She chided, more playfully than annoyed. "I don't understand why you don't like him. You've met the guy only like, once."

Michael let out a dismissive sigh, waving his hands to get Emma to continue with her story.

"I happen to think you two would get along if you just talked."

"Nah, I'm good..." Michael responded, he really had no interest in meeting the man, Emma doubted that he even knew his name.

"Anyway..." She continued, a little more excited now as her bra fell to the floor. "Then he suggested we go for a walk."

"Turns out that this was his plan as we walked towards this, this..." Emma struggled to think of the right word, she eventually gave up as she removed the last item of her clothing. Standing bare before her roommate. There was nothing odd about it, being naked was just what friends did. "I don't know, this street festival thing."

"Uh? Can I sit in my usual spot?" She pointed towards Michael.

She had a habit of always sitting in the same place when they talked and Emma wasn't going to change tradition today.

She kneeled down in front of Michael and shuffled as close as she could get to the man before looking up at him.

"Move your legs." She said a little bossy but Michael didn't mind. He spread his legs and allowed Emma to shuffle in even closer. She squeezed herself into a cosy spot, pushing the legs further apart to give a little bit more room. "Wider."

Michael stretched his legs apart as wide as he could do, so long as he remained comfortable. Emma snuggled into 'her spot' as she gently rubbed her hand over his crotch.

She enjoyed snuggling up while they chatted, there wasn't anything weird about it, and friends cuddled all the time. There might have been a time in the past when being so physical and touchy with Michael might have been odd. Back when they were younger and less mature, but they were long past the phase of being awkward with each other.

Emma couldn't remember how it started but she knew something was comforting about cuddling up to your best friend at the end of the day and just chatting about life, that's just what friends did.

"So, there was this festival thing." She continued, her hands tugging at Michael's belt and pulling down the zip on his pants. Michael adjusted himself in his seat to allow the pants he was wearing to be pulled open. Not all the way down, as Emma was already too snug between his legs to allow that, but enough to make do. "Food vendors, music, the works."

With another gentle tug, Michael's underwear was pulled down, allowing his semi-erect cock and balls to flop out into Emma's open palm.

"I think it was something about multiculturalism. Foods from around the world, stuff like that."

As casually as she told her story, Emma licked and eventually sucked on his dick. Her open palm fondled Michael's balls and she gently sucked. She continued talking with excitement, not slowing down at all even with the hardening cock in her mouth.

"I had no idea it was on! He was so sweet, he planned the whole thing without telling me."

Emma's free hand would wave around as she spoke, adding gestures to enhance her story. Michael could tell she was really into her story, she would gesture with her hands when she got really into it.

"And there was also like, dancers and stuff. Right in the center of it all."

She took time to suck on the now fully-erect cock in her mouth, this pause was her way of letting Michael add his input to the conversation, however small.

"Wow, that's so cool," Michael responded, less enthusiastic than Emma would have hoped, not that it stopped her from continuing.

Emma didn't need to slow down or pull herself away from his cock as she spoke, she sounded like someone talking with food in her mouth.

"And they had stuff like kebabs and doughnuts, but also like, Vietnamese rolls and curry puffs. That kind of thing."

She drooled lightly on Michael's throbbing penis, licking it clean as she moved away for a second, getting a better taste of his cock. "It was delicious!" She exclaimed, talking about the food from earlier.

Emma took another moment to think about what happened next, during which she bobbed further down on Michael's cock, sucking and slurping on the tip as she played with his balls. Every time she would coat his dick in more drool and lick it back up again. Eventually, she stopped and pulled herself from the dick as she remembered the next part of her story. She went on, releasing her hand from his balls to gesture into the air.

"Once we had enough food, we sat down to watch the shows!" She beamed with excitement, a line of spit still connecting her lower lip to the cock she was just slobbering on. "It was amazing!"

She slapped either side of Michael's leg in joy as she recounted one of the shows.

"They did this thing where-" She paused mid-sentence, feeling like something was off. As she looked back up towards her roommate, Emma wiped her lip with her thumb. "Oh, sorry." She giggled, realising what she had done.

She had gotten so excited telling her tale, that her mouth was now empty. She quickly corrected that problem by slurping back down on Michael's penis.

"They all kinda waved their hands in unison." She mumbled again through a cock filled face. "But not like 'the wave' you'd see, more like it was all one long snake."

She wiggled her hand to explain what she meant while her tongue swirled around the tip. The other hand returned to gently stroking his balls. Michael moaned softly as she returned to the blowjob.

"It looked really trippy, but in a cool way."

Emma pushed her head down further, it was harder to understand her but neither of them minded. It was nice to speak and enjoy the warmth her lips brought along with her words. She entered an almost hypnotic trance whenever they chatted like this.

"But then the next show started, and it was like that belly dance thing," Emma explained, sliding her tongue up the length of the cock as she pulled back again. "You know, with the sexy outfit and the hip-swaying."

"Well, all the boys got into it then..." She added with a tint of resentment in her voice. Her tongue had returned to Michael's tip.

Michael could feel a rant coming on. Emma's whole demeanour changed when she mentioned 'the boys' which was code for 'Emma's boyfriend.' Not wanting to listen to another story about him, Michael placed a firm hand on the back of Emma's head and pushed.

"Including- Hrrk!" Emma choked as Michael forced her down, throating his cock. "Mmmmmm hrrm mmnnngh!"

He continued slamming her head down on his dick, the noises she made were adorable. She wasn't screaming or begging to stop, Emma had never tried to push him away before. The sounds were simply her continuing the conversation as if a forceful face-fucking had never occurred.

Michael relaxed a little, mentally at least, as he still held Emma down with one hand. The room was filled with forceful gulps, slurps, and the occasional snorts as she choked down to his balls. This continued for a good half minute or so before letting her back up to breathe.

Emma let out a big gasp of air as Michael finally let go. She coughed and spattered a few times before drawing in a few more quick breaths before returning her lips to his dick.

"-Like I get it, she's hot and all." She went on as if she hadn't just choked a moment before. "But you'd think my own boyfriend could try not to look like a total perve with me in public."

She was annoyed, not at Michael, but at the memory of her boyfriend from earlier today. She was still in the middle of her rant and Michael did not have the patience to listen, so he placed his hand on Emma's head once more.

Emma either didn't notice or didn't care as she continued to talk. "So I gave him a look like 'seriously?' And he was all- Accch!

Another forceful slam down onto Michael's dick cut her words short, followed shortly by him thrusting up into her. If Emma had control of her head she could have looked up to see Michael closing his eyes as he violently fucked her throat.

He relaxed after another half minute, allowing Emma to gasp for air before returning to her rant.

"-And of course, he's allowed to look." She huffed, pouting at the thought of it, "But it just feels weird when he acts like that. And I told him- Eccch!"

Her head smacked down again, warmth enveloping every part of him as she kissed the base of his dick. Followed by quick thrusts as his hips rocked back and forth. This time he held her down even longer, just a few more seconds than before.

As before, she let out a big gasp for air once Michael released her, and like before, she immediately returned to sucking on his dick without any extra help.

"-was all moody with me." Emma was still talking, still ranting about her boyfriend, no amount of face-fucking was slowing her down. "Like, I wasn't telling him to- Aghhh"

Michael used two hands this time to pull Emma down. Each hand held her by the side of her head as it rocked her back and forth.

"Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up..." Kept running through Michael's head as he used Emma's mouth as a flesh-light. Though he would never dare say it out loud to her.

Michael got so distracted with fucking her mouth, that he forgot to note how long Emma had been throating his dick. He judged by the vibrations of her mouth and the flapping on her tongue that she was fine and still talking.

This proved to be correct when he finally let go of her head. As expected, as soon as Emma finished choking and sputtering, she returned to her conversation.

"-talking about me being a hypocrite or something. And I was like, what are you talking about?

Emma paused from her rant as she looked up towards Michael. He had a very tired look on his face that said, 'Are you done yet?'

"Wha?" Emma asked, confused as to what was going on.

"Oh. Sorry, was I ranting?"

Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. She knew there was a limit to how much talk Michael could take and Emma thought she hit that limit just now.

"Sorry, I'm just frustrated..." She apologised, kissing his dick and gently slurping on the tip again. "It was a nice date, and we fought over the most stupid thing. He's not a bad guy."

Michael relaxed and let Emma take the lead again, she coated his dick in kisses, working down to his balls while she stroked him with a free hand.

"He's super sweet." She sighed, "It's not like he was cheating on me or anything."

She giggled at the joke, completely unaware of the hypocrisy of her statement as she idly worshipped Michael's balls with her tongue.

"He can 'oogle' pretty girls all he wants." She added shyly. "I just get, jealous..."

Michael chuckled this time, she said it in such an adorable manner while hiding her face behind his cock.

"I know, it's a bad trait. I'm working on it."

Emma was always on about 'self-improvement.' How much she followed through with it was debatable but she liked to think she was always bettering herself and that her friend supported her.

Michael responded by placing his hand back on her head, a lot more gently this time. He leaned back and enjoyed the soft feeling of hair between his fingers as her tongue swirled back around his dick.

"Aww, thanks." She cooed through another mouthful of cock, "I like it when you run your hand through my hair."

The two stayed there quietly, enjoying each other's presence, Emma closed her eyes and enjoyed the comforting feeling of a strong hand brushing her hair and Michael closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of a warm mouth massaging his dick.

They sat in silence, Emma kneeling between his knees, gently sucking away, Michael occasionally moving his fingers through her hair. His left arm hung loosely by his side, briefly considering reaching out and copping a feel of her exposed breasts. However Michael didn't feel like moving, he was content to lie there and gently work his way up to the edge. The silence was blissful, he could almost imagine falling to sleep in this position.

Then Emma broke the silence to speak again.

"You know..." She said coyly, her fingers crawling up his leg mischievously. "I think he was actually jealous of you. If you can believe that."

Just when he thought it was over, she brought him up again. Michael's gentle handful of hair curled up into a fist.

"Seriously, I keep telling him you're 'just' a friend." She continued smugly,

"But he keeps- Ackh"

Michael slammed down as quickly as he thrust up, he no longer cared, he was going to cum down her throat now and get this over with. His other hand wrapped around the back of her neck as he curled over her. Grunting heavily as he thrust up into her throat.

Sanity returned to him shortly after as he remembered to let the poor girl come up for air. She coughed a few times before properly opening her mouth.

"-As if he thinks there's something between us. Like, come on. Your my- Kck"

Confirming that she was still 'alive' he forced her back down. Another torrent of dick thrusts slammed her in the face. His balls occasionally slapped her in the chin. His hand let go of her hair and opted to hold her by the underside of her throat. A few more wild bucks and he pulled back again.

"-We've known each other for years. That'd be so weir- Glck"

Michael climbed up as he pushed Emma back ever so slightly. With this new angle, he was able to reach ever further down her throat. Michael only just noticed the mascara on her face as it mixed with tears falling down her cheek. He pulled her off