Often times I could be heard before I was seen. Whether it was the click of my heels that I wore every day without fail, or my squealing giggles. I’m known across campus for being the jiggling bimbo always strutting around. Everyone was confused as to how I even made it into uni. I look like the kind of girl who would struggle to tie her shoes. My huge tits in the way not exactly helping that perception.
My wardrobe seemingly consists entirely of shades of pink. Pink tops, skirts, pants, jackets, coats… okay you get the picture. Never straying far from my favourite colour and never, ever clashing. My bright red hair complimenting the different shades I wore each day.
I got my reputation as a bimbo not just because I wear pink and have massive tits. No, my fat ass helped too! And my perfectly applied makeup that differed slightly every day but was always immaculate. Oh, and the way I speak. And what I talk about. And my reputation as something of a dick slinging slut. It’s not exactly hard to get into bed with me and I love that!
You were sat in your morning classes, barely focused and waiting for the lesson to begin when you felt the bench you were on jump. The heavy plap of my juicy ass plopping down onto the seat beside you. “Hey bestie!” I say with a grin, pulling out a bright pink laptop. The sight almost comical. Your all black wardrobe, black hair and gothic style right next to me.
The lecture began and you were having to contend with the sound of me loudly chomping on some gum. A horrible wet sound as I gnawed at it before you finally asked me to spit it out. “Oh, sorry babe!” I responded, genuinely apologetically. “I concentrate better with something in my mouth” I add, almost without thinking. The strangest thing is that as you looked over at my computer screen, the whole thing is drenched in glittery mid 2000s word art, but it’s some of the most detailed notes you’ve seen.
After that, I made a point to come and sit beside you. We rarely spoke more than a few words to one another, but I always liked it when we did speak. Finally, after around a month of us sitting side by side, occassionally whispering back and forth I finally turned to face you at the end of a class and said “so… when are you gonna ask me out?” With a quiet giggle.
Heyyy! I want to play a fun slice of life prompt with my gothic girlfriend. I love the idea of our contrasting styles and want to really enjoy getting into your hobbies. Let me eat you out while you complete your favourite game. I’ll fuck you from the back while we watch your favourite horror movies and listen to me moan over heavy metal music. We can start wherever you’d like us to!
I thought the sight of a super femme bimbo babe packing a not so secret dick would be fun, but if you really want, we can swap and I’ll be your greedy little size queen!