Mike watched as Kristen, far above him, yawned and reached down into her panty drawer... and grabbed him. His stomach did flip-flops, or would if he had one, as she wrapped her hand around him and balled him up loosely in her giant right hand. She absentmindedly tossed him onto the bed, where he was soon joined by a pair of socks and a bra and a denim something-or-other and a shirt in their college's school colors. For her part, Kristen slipped on an oversized t-shirt and headed out of the room, presumably to take a shower.
Mike metaphorically twiddled his thumbs and waited for Kristen to return, and her entrance did not disappoint. She strode in, a behemoth, dozens of feet tall, maybe hundreds, scrubbed and glistening from the shower. She stripped her t-shirt off after closing the door, and walked over to Mike and the other clothes. He couldn't believe he was so close to this naked, perfect body, and soon he'd be even closer.
Unceremoniously, Kristen reached for him, picked him up, and unfolded him. She reached down with him and lifted one perfect leg through part of him, and then the other. She quickly pulled Mike up, shimmying him past toned thighs, and suddenly he was snapped into place, hugging that tight ass and kissing her pussy. Mike could almost feel the clean scent of Kristen working its way through him, with just the tiniest hint of musk. Her neatly-trimmed bush rubbed up against him, tickling and teasing him.
It was heavenly, and everything he had hoped for.
Kristen threw on the bra and the shirt, and then pulled on the denim something, which Mike could now see was a skirt. His vision was suddenly cut down to what he could see out the bottom of the skirt, which mainly was an enormous pair of legs. Still, he enjoyed the view.
Kristen, for her part, was unaware of any of this. She was simply getting ready. She pulled her socks on and a pair of sneakers, grabbed her bag, and headed out of the room. She was on her way to...