Mayl's Turn Begins

As the movie was playing in the background, Lan rolled his eyes to his side as much as possible to look at Mayl's chest. Meanwhile, Mayl also leaned in Lan's direction to grab chips and dip it in cheese, her ulterior motive to look at his penis every time she did so. It wasn't until cheese fell down to her chin that she snapped out of her daze and realized she wasn't being a clean eater. She looked down and saw several drops of melted cheese on her skirt. "F- fuck."

Lan snapped out of his mind too and looked down at where she was looking and blushed. Not wanting to appear to be a pervert, he hesitantly said, "Th- that's not a problem. You can just wipe it off."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what the other option was. Mayl turned to the washer and saw that it was almost done. Looking at her skirt, she gulped and wondered if she could play this to her advantage without Lan knowing... if this was considered an advantage. She took a napkin and scooped off the blobs of cheese and suggested aloud, "I think we both know what... our other option is. M- maybe I should throw this i-into the washer too. I- I'll have to restart the entire wash cycle f- for the rest of the clothes though."

Lan nodded, not at all knowing how washing clothes worked, but he immediately responded mostly because he obviously liked the idea, "Y- yea. Sure! That sounds fine! I- I mean, y- you don't want your skirt to have... uhm... you know... cheese stains or something."

Mayl couldn't help but roll her eyes and smile at how obvious Lan was. "Fine..." She stood up and pulled down her skirt, revealing her pink panties with red stripes.

Lan looked up and down at his crush and blushed. As he opened his mouth, Mayl wondered what the first words out of his mouth would be. Was he able to tell her she was beautiful? That she had a magnificent body? Great boobs and a nice butt? "Huh... you're not wearing matching bras and panties."

Mayl frowned, gave a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes. Of course. She poked him on the forehead and retorted with a hint of disappointment, "Shut up. Try not to stare."

She threw her skirt in the washer and restarted the cycle.