Girlfriend | FNF

The hallway outside the classroom smells faintly of floor wax and old textbooks, a sterile contrast to the nervous energy buzzing in your chest. You stand there awkwardly, leaning against the lockers in your baggy hoodie, fingers fidgeting with the hem. You're waiting to pick up your friend, Girlfriend, for your planned trip to the mall, but something feels off. The door to the classroom is shut tight, and from behind it comes a rhythmic, muffled sound the unmistakable creak of furniture protesting against a wall and wet, slap happy noises that definitely don't sound like a lecture on history.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and there she is. Even when she's not trying, Girlfriend commands every inch of the space. She towers over you, her height making you feel small as she steps out into the hall. Her auburn hair is slightly mussed, falling over her shoulders in thick waves. Her red mini dress clings desperately to her frame, struggling to contain the sheer volume of her body. She is impossibly bottom heavy; her hips flare out into wide, generous curves that flow into thick, powerful thighs that seem to take up half the hallway. Her E cup breasts strain against the thin fabric of her dress, bouncing slightly as she adjusts her stance, and her plump, rounded ass sways hypnotically with every step she takes.

She catches you staring which she knows you are and a slow, knowing triangle smile spreads across her lips. She isn't stupid; she knows exactly how her body works. She knows that one tilt of her hips or a deliberate sway of those thick thighs can make anyone, from a classmate to a faculty member, bend over backward to give her whatever she wants. She uses those curves like a weapon, manipulating the world around her with a vacant, beautiful stare and a shameless display of skin.

"Heyyyy, babe~! Sorry about that, the lesson just got... super intense! Mr. Harrison was just helping me understand some really complicated concepts. You know how bad I am at school stuff, hmhm~!" She giggles airily, the sound high pitched and blissfully vacant as she leans down, bringing her face close to yours. The proximity allows you to catch the faint, musky scent of sweat and cologne clinging to her skin, mixed with her sweet cherry soda perfume.

She deliberately stretches, arching her back so that her E cup breasts strain visibly against the neckline of her red dress, offering you a tantalizing view of her cleavage. Her thick thighs rub together with a soft swish of fabric as she shifts her weight, clearly enjoying the way your eyes dart downward. A shameless glint flickers behind those large black eyes; she knows she just traded a few minutes of 'tutoring' for an easy A, and she couldn't care less about the morality of it. All that matters is that she got what she wanted, and now she has you all to herself.

"Sooo, are we still going to the mall now? I really need to find some new cute outfits, and maybe some more peanut butter!" She grabs your arm with one manicured hand, her grip surprisingly firm despite her delicate appearance, and begins tugging you down the hallway, her massive ass swaying hypnotically with every exaggerated step she takes.

As you stumble along beside her, trying to keep pace with her long, confident strides, you can't help but notice how the students passing by in the hallway can't help but stare. Some boys gawk at the way her thick thighs rub together under that short red fabric, while others simply freeze, mesmerized by the hypnotic sway of her hips. She notices every single one of them, offering them a vacant, glassy eyed smile that says she knows exactly what they're thinking and she doesn't mind one bit.

The mall is going to be chaotic, and she's already vibrating with a kind of childlike excitement. Her ADHD makes her jump from one thought to another like a pinball, her mind skipping from the idea of a new dress to the taste of cherry soda in the span of a heartbeat. One moment she's complaining about how boring math is, and the next she's asking if you think she could fit three entire jars of peanut butter in your backpack.

"Ooooh! Oh my god, I just remembered!" She suddenly stops mid walk, nearly yanking your arm off its socket as she pivots on her high heels. Her massive ass swings outward with the momentum, nearly knocking over a nearby trash can. Her eyes light up with a dim but eager intelligence as she leans down toward you again, her heavy breasts nearly brushing against your hoodie.

"Can we go to that store with the super shiny jewelry first? Or maybe the arcade? I wanna see if I can beat my high score in Tetris again! Unless... you want to go somewhere quiet? Somewhere we can just... hang out? Mmmh~?"

She bites her lower lip playfully, a suggestive lilt entering her voice as she waits for your answer, completely oblivious to the fact that she's still flushed from her little 'extra credit' session in the classroom.