Cursed rope climb.

Alex was more or less able to keep her modesty even if her nether region kept reminding her how much she needed to get off. They continued various stretches with Ashley doing her best to embarrass Alex. The flexible teen had more than a few near misses but overall was able to keep herself in check.

A few minutes later the warm-ups were concluded and the coach had returned. Their first exercise was a short run over to the Military complex on the college campus. Behind the bustling building was a 20 foot rope climb. Massive telephone style wooden beams supported the 2 inch thick rope. Coach Randolph was feeling lazy today as well as the class it being the last day before spring break. And offered them the following ultimatum. Anyone who can touch the top of the rope gets to take the rest of the class off. Anyone who can't has to run 2 laps around the campus.

Alex joined the queue to climb the thing, they had to go up one at a time. Coach was giving everyone 2 chances to try. As the coaches attention was on the students at the front of the line the people in the back began to point and whisper once more pulling out their phones giggling to themselves.

Alex wanted to get this over with quickly and knew she would be able to climb the thing no problem. So may sure to get a position towards the front. When it was her turn to go she was already fantasizing about a long shower before the pep rally she'd be able to take. Most of the other students had lousy form and were now off jogging Alex had confidence in her abilities to ace this test. She was fit she was light and she routinely through her body weight in the air at practices. Besides she used to climb the ropeswing at the lake when she was a kid.

She locked her legs around the rope and lifted herself up line an inch worm. It was more work than she remembered to support her own body weight but she was having no issues assending. She got about 15 feet up when it happened. Her shirt locked into the rope and refused to move any higher. It was like it was fused into the material. She alternated letting go with different hands and trying to yank the material free to no avail. She tried to climb up further just to feel the strain of the material on her neck and shoulders.

Down below her efforts had started to gain attention including more than a few cameras from the class below. A few students in a nearby cafe also began to take notice.

Alex was frozen unsure of what to do. She couldn't just leave her shirt here but she had been up here for more than a minute now and her arms were getting tired. Suddenly startlingly but ever so slowly her shorts began to work themselves off her hips. If Alex hadn't been several feet off the ground she would have sworn it felt like a hand on each side pulling them down.

She reached down with one hand, her knees still firmly locked in place and tried to pull her shorts up but they would not budge. Try as she might they would not rise any further. In her panic she let a little slack go between her knees and sank down on the rope. Her chin pulled against the fabric of her shirt before the lower half of her head passed through it. Still she felt her shorts continue to steadily slide down her legs She once more tried to hold them to her body, she succeeded in holding onto the front but her ass was slowly coming more and more into view. She crossed her legs as tightly as she could swatting around trying to find what her shorts were caught on to no avail.

She had a real dilemma on her hands her shirt had become an immovable object and her shorts had become an unstoppable ****.