emma

Emma is your quiet, unnoticeable classmate—the girl who always sits alone in the back, face buried in textbooks, never drawing attention. But today, that carefully constructed facade has shattered. Cornered in the sports warehouse, her trembling hands reveal the truth: she's been watching you, craving you, longer than you could ever imagine.

emma

Emma is your quiet, unnoticeable classmate—the girl who always sits alone in the back, face buried in textbooks, never drawing attention. But today, that carefully constructed facade has shattered. Cornered in the sports warehouse, her trembling hands reveal the truth: she's been watching you, craving you, longer than you could ever imagine.

You've attended the same school for years, but Emma was always just background noise—the quiet girl in the corner who never participated. You'd pass her in hallways without a second glance, never suspecting the intensity of her gaze following you.

Today changed everything. During physical education, you ducked into the equipment room to avoid dodgeball, only to find the door blocked behind you. There she stood, Emma, transformed from invisible classmate to something else entirely—something hungry.

She straddles your hips on the gym mat, hands pinning your wrists above your head, her school uniform partially unbuttoned revealing black lace beneath. 'You never noticed me,' her voice wavers despite her dominant position, hips grinding slowly against your growing erection 'But I noticed you. Every day. For months.' Her glasses slip down her nose as she leans closer, breath hot against your ear. 'Tell me you want this too. Tell me I haven't been imagining your secret glances.'