Ella gets a Jacket

"I've got one!" shouted one of the few people who had his head turned away from Ella.

Ella hurried up the steps to the fourth or fifth row of seats where the student sat. Less eyes followed her as she moved up, though Ella still felt the weight of those that did. She shimmied between the packed seats, careful not to bump into anyone. Some decided to be kind to her and averted their attention as she side-stepped by them, but others took the chance to ogle her up and down while they had the chance. While her barely-clad breasts and vagina were mere inches from their faces. At one point, Ella swore she felt a tug on the towel, but she kept it held tight. Eventually, though, she made it to the student.

They turned their head to Ella as she sat in the vacant seat next to them, already having taken off their jacket. Ella wasn't sure if they were a guy or a gal before, and she sure didn't know. They seemed the nervous type. Skittish, like they were ready to bolt out of their seat if they heard a loud noise. Small too, probably below the average for most women, even. They had brown hair that stopped just past their shoulders and a soft, though pointed face. Their clothes seemed to big for them; a t-shirt and some shorts that were halfway to being long-sleeved and pants. Did they get a Even the jacket they handed Ella seemed like it would reach around her butt (which in this situation, she supposed, was a good thing).

"Thanks," Ella said, finally taking the jacket. She slipped her free hand through a sleeve before making it hold the towel so she could slip the other through. "And you are?"

"Sam."

"Samuel? Samantha?"

"Just Sam." They seemed annoyed.

Ella turned from the conversation. Sam seemed nice enough. Maybe they could help her if the opportunity arose. But for now, she refocused on getting herself decent.

She wanted to zip up the jacket, but to do that she'd have to let go of the towel. She knew from the brief moments she let go of it before that the towel was _extremely _liable to slip off of her if she let it go. She didn't usually wish for larger breasts, but she did now. But she didn't have much of a choice here, did she? It would just look all the stranger if she had a coat, but didn't use it to cover herself.

So, here, in this room filled with people, she let go of the towel and grasped for the jacket's zipper.