Makoto pulls closer to Ann in fear, things get awkward

(chapter originally by MidnightWisher on writing.com)

Ann wasn’t sure what to do to help. Nothing she said seemed to calm Makoto down. Makoto even admitted she was getting scared! Of course, Ann already knew she was scared, given the display she gave throughout the movie until then, but the fact she admitted it amazed Ann. Ann was trying to brainstorm what she could do to help Makoto feel better, when another screaming jump scare came across the screen and the choice was taken from her. Makoto seemed to temporarily forget her plight as she clung to Ann even closer than before. If not for the armrest between them, Ann was sure her senior would’ve been sitting in her lap. As it was, Makoto leaned over the armrest, both arms wrapped around Ann’s side, pulling her as close as she could be and holding her tight. Makoto’s face burrowed into the side of Ann’s bosom, which ordinarily would be enough to make the blonde blush on its own. But that wasn’t the reason Ann’s face blushed cherry red. No, she owed that cherry red tint to Makoto. In her tight embrace, Makoto’s own bosom was pressed firmly into Ann’s side, a fact Ann was well-aware of. And from what she was feeling, Ann at the very least could confirm that Makoto did not have a bra on.

“Um-uh, Makoto, y’know, you’re holding me a little tight there,” Ann whispered, accenting it with a quiet, awkward giggle. “Mind letting up a little bit?” She looked down at her friend, whose eyes were firmly closed and appeared to be trying to shut everything out. “Makoto?” She asked, only to get no reply. She tried to pull away some, but for each inch she scooted away, another inch of Makoto came up over the armrest to fill the void. She considered trying to shift in her seat, make the position a little less comfortable for Makoto, but two – or rather three – things stopped her. The first was lingering guilt that her movie choice was the reason Makoto was so scared. Ann shifted some to get a better look at her friend, only to be reminded of the other two reasons. Makoto’s soft breasts that were pressed tightly against her. Any time she shifted even a little, she felt them squish or jiggle and her face blushed again just from how awkward it all was. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could continue to stay like that, but what could she do to get Makoto to get off her, if even just a little?