Try to sneak out

After taking a few moments to collect herself, Julia looked into the mirror one last time and cracked open the bathroom door, then stepped into the hall. She started walking, trying not to draw too much attention to herself. Which, of course, was difficult when each step made her boobs jiggle and bounce and she was trying really hard not to think about how much she could feel the air on them...

Plus her fucking clothes didn't fit right any more. She was having to move so carefully not to trip over the bottom of her pants and that was after rolling them up a bit. They just weren't staying on her waist. "I need to get out of these fucking pants."

"What was that?" Julia looked up to see a guy who was perched near the top of the stairs. He had dark skin and closely cropped hair on his head, a goatee, and was wearing a tight fitting shirt and basketball shorts. The shirt showed just how built he was. Like... wow. The guy had to practically live in the gym to have muscles like that, right? And his shorts weren't exactly hiding what he was packing downstairs. She **** herself to stop looking there and back to his face, seeing his smile that was honestly kind of cute, and...

"What?" she asked.

"I think that's my line," the guy said. His voice was deep and there was something about that that was just hitting her right. "You, uh... said something. If my ears caught it right, something about getting out of those pants?"

Julia's eyes shot open and she could feel her face turning red. Fuck, people downstairs would probably be able to see how red she was turning. She had to be affecting the light in the whole house. "Oh, God... I- Not like that. I was just-" she was gesturing and each movement was making her boobs jiggle which was just making her more flusters. She let out a groan and shook her head. "No, forget it. I'm just gonna go die."

She started for the stairs and was halted as the guy grabbed her arm. She looked at his hand on her and then up to him. He was still smiling and it looked so cute and charming and-

What the hell was happening?

"You don't need to go die," the guy said. "It's cool."

"No, really. I, uh, need to..." She hesitated as she caught a whiff of him. The cologne he was wearing smelled amazing. She swept some hair behind her ear. "Um, I need to..."

"You seem really flustered. Everything okay?"

Julia bit her lip and nodded. "More or less."

"Cool. So, what did you mean with that comment of yours?"

Sighing, Julia shrugged. "I... these pants don't really fit. I keep tripping over them. Must have gotten the wrong size and not realized."

The guy looked her over, eyes lingering on her chest for a split second, then nodded. "I could see how that could be a problem. I might be able to help you out. I can lend you some of my stuff. Sweats or something. They'd work for a bit, at least. We can pop over to my room and you can pick something."