Something else to eat.

Your stomach answered before you could, growling loudly in the quiet room as the two of you regained your breath. Ellen giggled and you felt yourself blush slightly.

"Sounds like we need some food. You pick, I'll buy," you say, the after-cum grin still plastered on your face.

"I could go for that. Believe it or not, I think I may be getting dehydrated," she said with a wink. You only nodded in responce, stiffling a laugh.

A quick search of the room revealed your pants and shirt, neatly folded under Ellen's roommate's loft. You put them on but left your boxers sitting on the couch under the loft. Ellen just stood there, watching your body disappear under your t-shirt and jeans.

"Now then, what should you wear?" you ask teasingly. You walk up to her and give her tits a squeeze, realizing that this is the first time you've really played with them today. Given how much you lusted after her generously endowed chest in high school, you find that odd, almost funny. Your lips find each hardened nipple and give them a long, slow suck. Ellen moans appreciatively and her fingers run through your hair.

"Jesus, Scott!" she moaned. "I wasn't kidding about being dehydrated...mmmmmm.....you keep that up......and you'll have to finish what you start!" You groan into her tit as your tongue flicks the tender nub, but pull away. Ellen shivers at the sensations, and then the lack of them, and takes a quick step back.

"Fine, fine," you say almost complaintatively. "I'm not going to pick through your wardrobe for you, though. Something decent, but revealing and accessable," you add. Ellen slowly licks her lips and smiles.

"I think I have just the thing. Thong and bra......or....." she said with a huge grin.

"Since you brought it up, neither. Just shirt, pants and sandals."

She nodded and went into her closet, throwing out a thin, almost transparent t-shirt that looked too small for her sister, let alone her, and a pair of pants that you recognized from high school. They were almost disintegrating then, and even folded up you could tell they were worse for the wear. Ellen dressed quickly and you heard her stomach growl as she did so, making her laugh.

"I guess you're not the only one needing food," she said as she pulled the thin shirt down over her tits. It clung to her like a second skin; a green, faded second skin. There were signs of a design on the front, but years of wear had completely worn it away. Her pale nipples and aerolea weren't quite visible through the material, but her tiny buds were standing at attention, fighting hard to tent the material that was at least a size too small. Ellen adjusted the shirt so her tits were completely encased in the fabric, the material hugging her body like latex.

The pants were familiar and exciting; something Ellen had wore to art class when she didn't want to get her good clothes dirty. Traces of paint and clay still clung to the thighs, bringing back memmories. You pushed them out of your head and drank in the scene before you. She made a quick show of pulling her pants up, bending over in front of you after stepping into them. Her soaked snatch and amazing thighs stretched and wiggled as she pulled the denim up her body. Holes, rips, and broken seams allowed her tan legs to show through, looking like they went on for miles as the material clung to them, albeit not as tight as her t-shirt. She spun around and buttoned the button-fly, letting you watch her tiny triangle of platinum blonde fur disappear.

"Nice pants," you say lowly.

"You haven't seen the best part," she said, smiling coyly. You arched an eyebrow and she smiled, extending her leg up over her head as she had done while dancing. The movement caused the material at the crotch of the jeans to separate, showing the hem had ripped out on both sides of the jeans from the last button of the fly clear past her ass. Already the thick hem material was trying to work between her lips and that dampening blue line was the only thing that would have prevented you from fucking her any time, anywhere, even while she was wearing the jeans.

"Well, let's go get a sandwich!" she said, spinning as her leg dropped and bouncing out of the room.