Ellen

"Hey, I - oh..." She realised you weren't wearing any pants. "Sorry, I didn't realise you were getting changed. I should go."

"No, wait. I can't reach the spare pants up the top. Could you please help?"

She laughed. This wasn't the first time someone had asked her to make use of her 6'6" frame. She closed the door behind her and reached up, grabbing the box with ease. You opened it up and took out a pair of grey tracksuit pants.

"Boring, but they'll do," you said.

"I don't know. Try them on first," said Ellen.

You slipped them on. Yep, they were trackies. At least the flexible cotton fabric was comfortable and breathed around your skin.

"You look ready to hit the field," she winked.

"More like hit the couch. Let's get back to class."

She put an arm in front of you, barring your way.

"Not so fast. You haven't pulled them tight. They're loose."

She reached down to your trackies and pulled at the drawstring. While she was focused on tightening them around your waist, she was so tall you suddenly had a view straight down her cleavage. She pulled them so tight it was uncomfortable.

"Ellen, that's tight enough."

"Nonsense. We don't want these falling off you in class. Now we test them." She took her hands and tried to slide her fingers between your sides and your pants. She was having no luck until she came to your rear and your crotch. Her hands slipped inside

"Ah! W-What are you doing?"

"Just fixing your clothes. What does it look like?" She smirked. It looked like she was fondling your ass and your junk. It felt like it too. You were getting hard. Your dick swelled against her hand, contained only by the fabric of your underwear.

You thought, "Two can play at this game." You pretended to fall forward and grabbed onto her chest. You found two very large supports to hold onto.

"Ayiii! What are you doing?"

"Stopping myself from falling. What does it look like?" You smirked. It looked like you were fondling her breasts. You were. You cupped them in your hands and pawed at them like a kitten. Down below her hands were massaging your sensitive butt and gripping your erection. You looked down and saw hers, eager to escape. From above, her hot panting breath made your head swelter and swirl.