Anna watched as Jean leaned back, hoping the girl didn't fall. But her not so obvious physical advanatage helped her keep the red head up, and helped keep them in contact. It was a really good thing to be super strong sometimes. Slipping the top on, she wrapped her arms around Jean to latch the bikini into place, not noticing the way her own hair fell onto Jean's shoulder.
"Dressing me is fun?" she asked, pulling away enough so they could straighten up, but never breaking physical contact with her. Looking around, she didn't have much to offer in the realm of fashion.
"I've got pants, t-shirts and under things." she shrugged. Her closet was full of Dickies, jeans, and the occasional skirt from back in the day. And her drawers housed her long sleeved shirt, and t-shirts for summer when all the students went home, except for her.