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Chapter 10 by transplanter transplanter

What's next?

Ann's hands move with a mind of their own.

(chapter originally by MidnightWisher on writing.com)

Feeling her friend trembling in her arms, Ann started to feel bad about choosing movie choice. She had known her friend scared easily – that was the main reason Ann wanted to see this movie in particular. But she didn’t think the movie would affect her as much as it was. Usually, Makoto was one of the strongest, smartest, most independent people she knew, which was admittedly another reason Ann chose this movie, so she could see a side of her others very rarely ever get to. Guilt started to well up in her gut.

Ann continued to hold Makoto’s still trembling form even after her own trembling subsided as the movie’s plot progressed, most likely preparing to build up for an even greater scare. She ran her hands up and down Makoto’s back, trying her best to console her senior. She considered asking if Makoto would rather see another movie, but she figured the other girl would likely decline, being too stubborn to leave the movie before it ended despite being terrified of it. Instead, Ann directed her attention back to the movie while she absentmindedly rubbed Makoto’s back. Little did she know, her hand had plans of its own.

Shortly after Ann had started rubbing Makoto’s back, her hand began to feel it out, from the bottom of her neck to just above her butt. Her hand was getting familiar with the territory. Under the girl’s button-down, white cotton dress, her hand did not feel a tank-top. No, all it found on her back was a surprisingly strapless bra. A bra that her hand slowly began attempting to unclasp unbeknownst to either girl.

What's next?

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