Emily let out a light coo, the kind she usually did when she needed attention.
"Babygirl, what's wrong?"
Emily's eyes peered just over the top of the blanket she was burying her face into. She hadn't even said anything, yet Andrea always seemed to know exactly when Emily's mood dipped. "N... Nothing. It's fine." her voice a pouty whimper.
Andrea gave her a knowing look. Emily knew her girlfriend was able to see past her deflections, and didn't really know why she still acted like she could fool Andrea.
Emily let out a sad sigh. "I feel like I'm a bad girlfriend."
Andrea looked the pouty blonde in the visible slivers of her hazel eyes. "Now what makes you say that, sweetheart?"
"I'm an annoying nympho for one." Emily whined.
"You're not annoying, baby." Andrea replied, her voice reassuring. She couldn't deny the other half of that sentence, though. Her girlfriend was definitely a nymphomaniac, with a sex drive she had never seen in any woman she'd been with before. "What else?"
Emily's eyes danced over the gorgeous woman seated beside her. Her long, cascading hair bouncing perfectly off her shoulders and her beautiful beige skin glowing in the light of their room. While only being an inch and half taller than Emily, her current slumped posture made her feel at least a foot shorter, which made submission come that much easier to the blonde. She gazed into Andrea's deep brown eyes. "You're so fucking gorgeous. You deserve someone prettier than me." she pouted. Andrea noticed tears welling in Emily's eyes.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Andrea rolled her eyes slightly as she leaned in close. " How long was I eye-fucking you before you even noticed me?"
Emily blushed and shot her eyes downward. "Uh... a year?"
"Exactly you silly slut." Andrea giggled. "You're literally my dream girl, Emily. What do I have to do to get it through to you?" a hint of exasperation in her voice.
Emily let out a sad coo and shrugged. "I don't know baby."
" I just wish you wouldn't treat me like I'm her." Andrea sighed.
The her in question, Emily's ex fiancée, was the reason Emily was such a sensitive and fractured little thing.
"Am... am I like her? At all?"
"No!" Emily answered confidently, despite the pout still on her face. "You're nothing like her."
"Okay. Now tell me you're a good girlfriend. With that same confidence."
Emily lowered the blanket and let out a short, low squeak in response, pouting up at her.
With the blanket lowered Andrea took a moment to drink in every detail of the stunning blonde in front of her. Emily was the definition of a bimbo, from her style to her body. Tonight she was wearing a two piece pink satin set with lace trim that hugged her figure in all the right places, and showed off her gorgeous light tanned skin. Emily would always purposely leave the top button undone so Andrea could always have a clear view of the nymphos perfectly full chest. She just couldn't understand how a woman as hot as Emily could have the insecurity issues that she does.
"You really can't say it out loud?"
Another adorable little squeak.
"Fine." A slightly wicked smile spread across Andrea's face. "I'll take a page out of your bratty playbook, and I'll... make you." Andrea rose from the bed, slipping out of her pajama bottoms and the panties she was wearing underneath.
Emily dropped her pout immediately as her eyes went wide and fire spread throughout her entire being. If there was a single language Emily understood, it was sex, and Andrea was now speaking it. She watched gleefully as her gorgeous partner sat back down on the bed, legs spread, bearing her perfect pussy for Emily to see.
"Hungry?" Andrea smirked, knowing full well Emily wouldn't be able to resist.
"Uh-huh!" Emily nodded her head fervently, a small bead of drool leaving her lips.
