Shared Room with a Teen Boy (of legal age)

Emily walked into the room, and looked around. It was a small and simple one. One bed sized for about two people pushed up against the wall in the center-left side of the room. There was also a nightstand on the side of the bed closest to the window. Dresser was position across from the bed and next to another door. Closing and locking the main door behind her, she approached the bathroom door. As she got closer, she could hear the distinctive sound of the shower running. It sounded like it was her shower! Pulling out her handgun from her thigh strap, she reached for the door knob. It was not locked, though she realized the bathroom door itself did not have a lock on it. Creeping the door open, Emily quietly slipped her body inside the room, keeping the handgun at the ready. A wave of warm, humid air hit her in the face as thick fog - it was her shower after all. Once most of her body was in the room, she readied her handgun, bracing it in proper form with both hands. The bathroom was also small, with a counter with a basic sink in it and what appeared to be a small bowl with a hole in it on the ground for a toilet - What the hell?

Emily proceeded to what actually mattered - the running shower. She could hear some sort of fleshy slapping sound as she reached forward to the curtain. Her gun-hand slipped its finger onto the trigger - knowing full well that she was only inches away from whoever or whatever was inside. Throwing the curtain forward her left arm, she made eye-contact with a teen boy with one hand bracing the wall while the other was firmly planted around his penis.

"What... what the hell are you doing?" Emily demanded, immediately lowering her handgun as she realized it was probably just a normal boy.

"I... I... mmmmgggghhhhh." he suddenly groaned, doubling over as if something was wrong.

Emily immediately raised her handgun on him - was he infected by a bioweapon?

"What are yo..."

The boy moaned for a coupled more seconds before snapping back up, his dick convulsing and shooting semen into the air. The sticky, white goo splattered all over her body, getting some on her thighs, her skirt, her shirt, arms, hands, and her cleavage as well. Worst off, his orgasm was so strong, he shot most of it at her head, with a healthy glop landing in her hair. on her closed eye, her nose, her cheek, and even into her open lips from talking. The boy turned red, not just fron the orgasm it seemed.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! You walked just as I started, I couldn't say anything in time!" he tried to explain in a panic.

Emily tasted his sperm - it was a bland, salty taste just like it should be. He wasn't infected - though she wished he was so she could justify shooting him. His hands were above his head since her gun was still aimed at him - meaning she had a full view of his red penis just hanging there. It was of normal length, but it looked about twice as thick as normal. Looking him in the eyes, she decided to interrogate him a bit.

"Fucking gross - why the hell are you in my room?"

"This is my room! But the owner said it was communal - I thought he meant that I be sharing with a guy."

Emily raised an eye-brow.

"Oh no not like that - not that there's anything wrong with being that way, but no I like women. I uhh, didn't mean you, wait I mean I'd like to... you, like what I did." he stammered.

"I know what you mean..." Emily said as she wiped away sperm from her left eye. "Listen, I need to cleanup from your mess. I only have this one pair of clothes. So I am going to need you to get your stuff and get out of my room. We aren't sharing."

"But I can't! My apartment building burned down! That's where my friends and I lived for school! There's no where as to go!" the boy explained.

"Ugh, fine. Just get out of there. I need to wash off." Emily told her, putting the gun away.

The boy stepped out of the shower as Emily looked over her clothes. She would need them washed, no doubt about it.

"Know where I could clean these?" Emily asked him.

"There a laundromat across the street." the boy told her.

"What? I only have this pair. I'd have to come back in just a towel!" Emily exclaimed a bit too loudly.

"I can take them over for you while you are showering!" the boy offered "Its the least I can do for... you know."