Emily's Burning Desire
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 30
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 30 - In the sultry shadows of desire, innocent Emily lusts after her roommate's hunky boyfriend, igniting a wildfire of forbidden passion. One drunken night unleashes a torrent of ecstasy as she's ravished by his massive cock, but it's only the beginning.
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The evening sky churned with dark clouds, and a chilling wind swept through the mountains outside, rattling the windowpanes with a sharp clatter.
A storm was brewing.
A soft knock echoed.
Emily slipped on her coat, covering her ample breasts that strained against the fabric, and timidly approached the closed door of the neighboring bedroom. It hit her then that she didn’t even know the boy’s name. “Um, open up, please. My aunt’s about to come back, and, well, your sister has something to discuss with you. I mean, I think it’s not the best idea for you to stay here. You’re a full-grown person, after all, and even if my aunt doesn’t notice, Tyler will be back in a few days and see you. What then? Tyler gets angry and punishes me.”
Emily stammered on outside the door, spilling out a jumble of words, but there was no response from inside. It made her wonder if the boy was even in there at all.
She twisted the doorknob, confirming it was locked.
Pressing her ear to the door, she listened closely. Inside came the rapid clack of keystrokes, mixed with gunfire sound effects and the boy’s energetic curses.
Emily frowned slightly, her head starting to ache from the noise.
This guy was probably wearing headphones and gaming, oblivious even to thunder outside.
Feeling helpless against this troublesome kid, she dressed properly and headed downstairs alone to deal with her aunt. The aunt, seeing Emily as the new, naive, and easygoing lady of the house, had scored plenty of perks from a big shopping trip. Delighted inside, she beamed at Emily and served her with delicious food and drinks.
Emily asked to pack up some hearty dishes for a late-night snack upstairs. Flattered by the praise for her cooking, the aunt happily prepared the boxes and even offered to carry them up. Emily quickly declined, blushing as she explained that Tyler had bought her some personal items she didn’t want anyone to see.
“Sure thing, I get it. Just take them yourself then, Miss Carter. If it’s not enough, call me anytime, and I’ll whip up something fresh. Hold on, I’ll juice some pear and pomegranate for you, great for antioxidants and beauty, tastes amazing.” The aunt eyed the large portions for one person and wondered if Emily might be pregnant, which made her even more attentive and smiling.
Emily climbed the stairs with a guilty conscience, like a thief in the night. She leaned against the neighboring door and knocked softly, afraid to make too much noise in case her aunt heard. After knocking for ages, her knuckles sore, there was still no answer from inside.
Emily felt utterly frustrated. What was she supposed to do? Leave the food at the door and risk her aunt spotting it on the way up? Or take it back to her room and worry the kid might come out foraging and cause a scene?
Either way, it was a mess.
She’d been minding her own business at home, not bothering anyone, so why had this troublesome creature dropped from the sky to complicate her life?
Exhausted from knocking and at a loss, Emily felt an itch rising between her thighs where the egg was still nestled. She didn’t dare turn on the vibration for relief, so she let the itch build, her frustrated desire spreading from her core along her inner thighs, gripping her nerves like ants crawling over her skin, invading every limb.
It was unbearable. She couldn’t take it.
She set the food boxes down by her feet and slid to the floor against the door. The plush hallway carpet was spotless and comfortable enough to sit on directly.
As soon as she settled, her hand instinctively slipped into her panties, urgently rubbing the warm, aching wetness there.
Her fingertips sought out the swollen clit to stroke it, then dipped inside to scrape the sensitive walls, building pleasure to ease her unsatisfied craving.
Her other hand naturally wandered into her bra, pinching and twisting her nipple to heighten the sensation.
A soft whimper escaped her. “Mmm, ah.”
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