Monica was definitely not the brightest bulb in her school - and the boys and teachers knew it. Instead, her assets lay elsewhere - mainly between her legs. She was indeed a gorgeous and voluptuous teenager. Her tits were the size of melons and her hair was platinum blonde which seemed fitting considering her mental capability. She had a nice figure that was shaped like an hourglass. A slender torso and soft round bottom with all the right curves in all the right places complimented her sexy appearance. At 119 pounds, she was indeed a site to behold. Monica was well aware of her gorgeous looks and was quite proud of them. She knew she wasn't going to get by on anything else in life, so she did her best to apply the perfect makeup and where the sexiest clothes whenever possible outside of school.

Monica especially liked dating boys. They were always nice to her when she opened her legs and let them play around inside her panties. Monica had learned very early on that when she let boys have their way with her, she became more popular and boys treated her better. On the rare occasions when she wasn't in the mood and said no, she was rewarded with a cold shoulder and lack of attention for the rest of her date. Monica wanted desperately to be liked and given lots of attention, and the easiest way to receive such rewards was to behave like a good girl and let the boys have fun with her.

Indeed, Monica was definitely the trashiest slut of the school. Her reputation for easy access circulated quickly during her years in middle school and was fully formed by the time she had entered high school as a 14-year-old freshman. It was understood by almost everyone that she "put out" on the first date, and usually within the first hour.

Monica sighed again and got up from the kitchen table. She put her math book back into her school bag and withdrew her cell phone. Maybe Robbie would be home by now. Football practice usually ended by 5:30 and it was now 6:15. Robbie was one of the many boys in a long list that had shown interest in her. She had dated practically all of his friends and now she decided she would give him a try. After a few moments of wishing and wondering why she never had a steady boyfriend, she decided to give him a call.

"Hi Robbie it's me - Monica." She cheered into the phone in her sexy, high-pitched bimbo voice.

Within an hour, Robbie pulled up in his beat up Mustang and honked the horn. He didn't feel like coming to the door. Monica skipped out wearing a jet-black mini-skirt and a black leather jacket to match. Her platinum blonde hair was caked with hairspray and her lips were painted fire engine red. To add to her slutty appearance, her eye shadow was completely layered on in thick fashion and the rest of her makeup was pretty much laid on in similar fashion.

Monica had grown accustomed to dressing this way when she went out on dates. She knew boys loved the way she dressed and especially her makeup. Whenever she dressed like this, she found that boys were more attracted to her and gave her lots of attention. This was what she craved the most - and so she dressed and behaved accordingly.

"High there! (giggle)." Cheered the hot blonde tart as she slammed the passenger door shut." ......(cont)