"Fam, he's ghosting me, isn't he?"

"Bih, you need to take several seats right about now. You're giving Fear from Inside Out, and I need you to give Bing Bong instead. It's been five minutes. He's probably still in class. No shot he could resist a snack like you! He deffo thinks you're aesthetic. The way he looks at you is honestly goals."

Chelsea always knew what to say. Tessa nodded, and slowly sat down on her bean-shaped BoConcept couch - or rather on the plastic covers still wrapped around the ridiculously expensive furniture. With every motion, there was noise, drowning out any attempt at conversation - and Tessa was most definitely not in the mood to sit still. Eventually, Chelsea had enough - and promptly sat down on the floor, pulling her friend down onto the carpet - which would have been fluffy if it had not been for the (at least comparably quiet) plastic wrap.

"This really ain't it, chief. You can't let Zaddy see this!"

"But what if I get some stain the couch? You know how expensive that thing was? Maybe I could just throw some blankets over it... people could just always sit on those! Would look cute too!"

"Okay, Boomer."

"I am serious!"

"Girl, you got that influencer guap, finna spank yo ass if you don't throw aaaaall that in the trash right about now! It's low-key cheugy and high-key cringe."

"Fine. W for you."

Half an hour later, Tessa and Chelsea agreed that their apartment really hit different now. The duo had been friends since elementary school, and when Chelsea's parents ghosted her at the age of 14, they practically became sisters. Now, five years later, the zoomer-duo had just moved into two swanky condos in Manhattan, paid for by brands eager to get their products in front of millions of followers. A tiktok a day and a sponsored post - certainly not a taxing job, but they had college classes to attend too!

During one of such classes, Tessa had "met" the man of her desires - some hunky-dunky hot guy, total main character vibes in a good way. He had drip, he passed the vibe check, he was surely just as woke as them. You get the idea, and he gets a blowjob from Tessa once he helped her with the massage table!

If you want to write a story with me, there's only one thing I need from your opening message: A similarly fire intro where this Zaddy contemplates this invitation - with a roommate, sibling, or some other Gen-Z snack.

A kinklist is fun too, but I want to make sure we're bussin' with the vibe before we discuss anything else beyond those two things.

Limits: Boomers

Notes: Limited 3rd narrators; Consensual stories only; Visual references for characters/outfits and places appreciated; longer (4-8para) format preferred; PM only