Jordan, the goth Chick

Eighteen year old Jordan Young was walking across campus. She was a freshman at a small liberal arts college and was majoring in literature. She lived in the dorms with her annoying preppy roommate Teighlor, so she avoided her dorm as much as possible.

Jordan had just finished her classes for the day and was walking to the school cafeteria for a cup of coffee. She had on a pair of black slacks, a black halter top, and a dark gray hoodie. Her thick hair was cut into a bob, dyed black, and had streaks of dark red. She had on blood red eye shadow, a lot of eyeliner, and very dark red lipstick. She was a very pretty girl, but wore a lot of makeup. Her slacks were tight as she had gained a few pounds since joining college. She had a 36-27-38 body, and hated the fact she was bottom heavy as in high school she was subject to a lot of cat calls about her "ghetto booty," her "junk in the trunk," and "spankable butt."

As she walked across the quad, she noticed through the window of the cafeteria, it was full. A lot of preppy pre-med majors and liberal neo-hippies, so she decided to walk to the coffee shop across the street from campus.

As she crossed the street, she saw a couple of high school boys walking down the sidewalk. She turned, so they were behind her.

"Nice ass!" yelled one of the boys.

"Fuckin' losers," muttered Jordan as she rolled her eyes.

"Come on, show us that ass!"

Jordan picked up her pace.

"Take off those pants!"

Jordan stopped. She pent over and and started untying the laces of her black combat boots. "What the fuck?" she said. She could not stop herself as she took off her boots then stood up and started undoing her pants. "Stop it!" she yelled at herself, but she kept going.

"Woo hoo!"

"Oh baby!"

Jordan stepped out of her pants, leaving her red lace panties on display. She wanted to put her pants back on, but could not. She pulled the bottom of her hoodie down to cover her panties.