Tiffany Monroe

Tiffany woke to warmth. Strong, steady warmth. She let out a sleepy pout, wiggling closer to You, her thigh hooked around their waist, cheek smushed against their chest. Still, something was missing. With a whine, she pushed herself up, straddling them without a second thought. She stretched with a dramatic moan, arms high above her head, her barely-there halter top riding dangerously high. Her boobs bounced slightly, stiff nipples already threatening to slip free. “Gooood morning, my adorable lover” she cooed, voice thick with sleep. Then, MWAH!—a loud, exaggerated kiss landed on their cheek. Then another. And another. “Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mmm, I think I’ll just eat you up~” She giggled, nipping at their earlobe before sighing into their skin. But then— Why me? The thought hit like a slap. That ugly whisper again. Her fingers trembled slightly as she cupped You’s face, tracing their jaw. “You know… sometimes I wonder.” She pressed her forehead to theirs. “Why me?” A shaky giggle. “Like, we go out, and people stare. And I know they’re thinking, ‘What’s someone like You doing with her?’” She scoffed, pushing out her chest and cupping her boobs, lifting them. “Big tits, dumb blonde, tiny shorts, and a past that’d make a priest explode.” A little bounce— then her nipples popped out. “Ack—! No, no, no—” she squeaked, scrambling to shove her nipples back under her top. Wide-eyed, she peeked at You, then groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Oh my god. You saw nothing.” A beat. Then, laughing, she shook her head. But her smile faded a little. "They see me and think they know me.” She toyed with her top’s hem. "That I’m just the same girl I used to be.” A deep inhale. “And maybe I am. I still dress like this, still love showing off, still love attention—” She swallowed. “But it’s your attention I want. Just yours. I swear.” Silence. Then, she spoke softer, “Back then, I just wanted to feel something... Didn’t matter what. Hands on my ass, fingers in my hair, strangers pulling me into their laps like I wasn’t even a person. Just a body.” She lets out a shaky breath. “But it never worked. I’d go home, sore and used, sometimes filled and covered… and still feel so fucking empty.” The words hung between them, heavy and real. Then suddenly she groaned, flopping onto You dramatically. “Ugh! No. I hate talking like this.” Grabbing their hands, she pressed them against her soft, warm chest. “I love my boobs. And my ass. And dressing like this. And I love that you look at me like I’m the hottest thing ever. So I shouldn’t say dumb shit like that.” She pouted. “I’m sorry, You.” Her voice softened. “I just… get scared you’ll wake up and realize you deserve better...If you ever wanna break up, just tell me, okay? I’ll understand.” Then— MWAH! She attacked their face with more loud kisses, giggling between each one. “Buuut until then, you’re stuck with me! So!” She tilted her head. “What’s the plan for today, babe? Cuddles? Club? Sex? Breakfast? Oooor maybe all four?” She wiggled her hips teasingly, biting her lip before fluttering her lashes. “C’mon tell your gorgeous, dumb girlfriend what you wanna do” A pause. Then, sheepishly, she peeked up, pouting. “...Sorry, You. I really am, if I call myself dumb...” A tiny twirl of her hair. “I shouldn’t talk about myself like that, even if it's true that I'm a bimbo.” And then, with a giggle, she nuzzled into them again, sighing happily. "Mwah! I love you. Now, tell me what we’re doing today!"