Mackenzie winds up in a sticky situation

"Oh, y'know what goes great on this?" Samantha asked after swallowing a mouthful of pepperoni pizza. "Some hot honey. Want some?"

"I don't think I've ever tried it before," Mackenzie said after swallowing a mouthful of her own.

"It rules. I put it on, like, almost everything I eat nowadays," Samantha chuckled as she stood up from the couch. She scooted around the naked redhead and headed for her kitchen. "I'll grab us some!"

A moment later, she was back with a condiment bottle with a tiny bit of gold colored condiment at the bottom.

"You're gonna love this," she said, tipping the bottle upside down over her pizza slice. But the honey took its sweet time dripping down the bottle on its way for the top. Even after a full 30 seconds, barely more than a few drops had slid lower than an inch or two. "Shit, I meant to refill this last time, but I guess I forgot."

"Refill it?" Mackenzie asked. "You have more?"

"Oh yeah, a friend of mine hooked me up with a huge jug of it a few months back. Like, the ones that they normally only sell to restaurants and stuff," Samantha giggled before self-consciously adding, "Like I said, I've been using it on almost everything."

"Well, I can go grab it while you wait for, uh," Mackenzie gestured at the still honey, descending glacially slowly towards the pizza slice, "for your last few drops there."

"Oh thanks! It's on the bottom shelf of my pantry. You can't miss it!"

Mackenzie tried not to feel embarrassed about walking off to the kitchen in her birthday suit. After all, Samantha had seen her naked plenty by now! And, sure enough, she could not have missed the gallon sized container labelled, "Matt's Hot Honey!"

The nude beauty hefted the jug up into her waiting arms, relieved to see it was manageable weight, only about three quarters full. She began carrying it back out towards the living room.

"Found i-" she'd begun saying before her foot hit a wet spot on the tiled kitchen floor (a remnant from her earlier hectic scrubbing of the stained nightgown). Suddenly, Mackenzie found her foot flying out from under her and landing roughly on her back. "OOF!" she exhaled from her uncomfortable but not too painful landing.

"Mackenzie?" Samantha called out, concerned. "You alright?"

She opened her mouth to reply. And that was when the cap fell off of the honey jug. The jug still resting squarely in Mackenzie's grip. The honey spilled out of the container relatively slowly for a liquid, but given how much was inside and the fact that Mackenzie was inadvertently angling the jug downwards at her own face, well... the viscous substance spilled out all over her face and torso fairly quickly from Mackenzie's point of view!

"Ackpth!" she exclaimed in surprise as her face was suddenly coated in spicy honey. She began sputtering, hastily turning the jug upright and putting it down beside her. Instinctively, Mackenzie tried to wipe the honey away from her face. It got a little of the sticky substance off, but it also meant plenty of honey was now coating her hands.

"Oh, jeez, Mackenzie!" Samantha called out, this time close enough that Mackenzie knew she was now in the kitchen too. "Here, let me help! Oh man..."

Mackenzie's face had gotten the worst of it, but she had a decent amount of honey covering her shoulders and chest as well. Now her breasts and even part of her stomach were absolutely coated in the sweet sticky stuff. She had cleared away enough of the honey that she could breathe without issue, but she could still feel enough of it coating her eyelids that she didn't even dare trying to open those yet.

"Pffft!" Mackenzie sharply exhaled, clearing a bit more honey away from her lips. She tried to sit up slightly, but Samantha stopped her. "Sorry... I slipped and the honey just, uh, got everywhere..."

"Here, keep your eyes closed," Samantha said before gently running a wet towel across the redhead's face. She did this a few more times, gently cradling Mackenzie's head in her other hand. "Are you hurt at all?"

"I think I'm fine," Mackenzie replied, finally daring to open her eyes slightly, despite the layer of honey on the rest of her face. "At least it tastes good! But I could really use a shower now."

"I bet!" Samantha giggled. "And I think that can be arranged. Here, let me help you get there."

The sandy haired woman helped Mackenzie to her feet, earning a slathering of honey over her own hands for her trouble. And a solid helping on her shirt, too. She took a moment to look at the large puddle of honey on her kitchen floor. Even if Mackenzie was trying to make some sort of awkward advance towards her, this likely hadn't been her plan. Maybe she'd been overthinking Mackenzie's "signals" after all.

"If anything, I should probably thank you," Samantha joked. "This might help me cut back on the stuff a bit."

Mackenzie let out an awkward laugh in reply, still feeling bad about spilling her new friend's honey everywhere. Though, truthfully, she felt quite a bit worse thinking about how much of a pain it was about to be cleaning all of it off of herself.

Samantha guided Mackenzie down the hall. Luckily, the way to her bathroom was tiled, because Mackenzie left comical honey footprints wherever she stepped. Samantha opened the door and turned on the lights, minimizing how much Mackenzie would have to touch, before starting the shower.

"Thanks," Mackenzie meekly said, "Sorry again, Samantha."

"Don't worry about it," she replied. "Really. I guess it was a good thing you were naked when it spilled, huh?"

The two women both shared an awkward chuckle as the water heated up. A brief, yet awkward, silence ensued, and both of them once again pondered about Mackenzie's nudity. Due to the misunderstanding, Samantha thought Mackenzie preferred to stay naked for now. But now she wondered if maybe Mackenzie might like something to finally wear after the shower. And conversely, Mackenzie thought Samantha preferred that she remain naked for the time being. And now she was wondering if she should ask Samantha to finally borrow some proper clothes. Both women spoke up at the same time.

"Do you think I could-" "Are you sure you don't-" the two ladies both said in unison, each stopping when they realized the other was speaking.

"Sorry, go ahead," Samantha said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"No, you first," Mackenzie said with a blush.

"Are you sure..." Samantha said before trailing off.

Mackenzie had already been through a rough day, and it seemed her evening wasn't getting any easier. Samantha figured, who was she to keep pestering her new friend with offers of borrowed clothing? She wasn't bothered by her nudity. Far from it, if anything, she perhaps kind of enjoyed getting to see her friend's beautiful body. Samantha decided that if and when Mackenzie really wanted something to wear, she would ask her for it.

"Are you sure you don't want some help getting cleaned up?" Samantha finished instead.