Ann rushes her to the bathroom

“Come on, let’s clean this up before it sets in,” Ann said, jumping to her feet. She practically dragged Makoto by the back of her dress. It took all she had just to keep from falling over. Even if she had, she got the impression that Ann probably wouldn’t have even noticed and would’ve just dragged her across the floor to their destination, making an even bigger spectacle than her cheesy butt already was.

In no time at all, Makoto found herself in an empty bathroom, nearly out of breath, with Ann. Ann didn’t seem fazed at all. Instead, she got right to work, facing Makoto toward a stall. “Hold this,” Ann said. “Keep it up, we don’t want it touching anymore cheese.”

Without even giving it a thought, Makoto obeyed, reaching behind herself. “Uh, okay… What’re you going to do?” She heard Ann step away from her, Makoto looked over her shoulder, trying to follow Ann with her eyes before catching her own reflection in the mirror. She turned back and shook her head with a sigh. She looked ridiculous. She was just thankful the others didn’t see her like this. She could only imagine the jokes they would come up with. Futaba would never let her hear the end of it.

Makoto was pulled from her thought when she felt someone grab her butt. Instinctively, Makoto’s hands released her dress as she moved to spin around, her face burning hot, turning red as a tomato. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Makoto,” Ann practically yelled, hurriedly grabbing the back of the dress before it could fall too far. “I told you to hold your dress up!”

“Yo-you did,” Makoto agreed. “But why are you touching my butt?”

A faint blush spread across Ann’s face. “How else am I supposed to clean this up? Do you have a better idea?” She didn’t. Makoto broke their eye contact first.

“A little warning would’ve been nice,” Makoto said, nearly a whisper, looking anywhere but at her friend.

“What do you mean, I explained it on the way here. You didn’t hear me?”

“No,” Makoto said. “I was… a bit distracted…” Trying to keep up with you, she wanted to add but held her tongue.

“Ooh, well then, yeah,” Ann laughed nervously. “I’m going to try wiping the cheese off your butt. I just need you to hold up the back of your dress and stand still. Okay?”

A pregnant silence filled the air, until Makoto finally said “Okay…”

“Great,” Ann said, sounding a little too excited at the prospect for Makoto’s liking. “Then grab your dress, turn back around, and let me get to work.” Complying, Makoto turned back to the stall and felt Ann’s hand on her back guiding her to lean forward and push her butt out further. Makoto abided, face still hot, and closed her eyes, bracing herself, willing this all to be over already. A moment later, she felt Ann’s hand tentatively return to her butt. When Makoto didn't object, Ann pressed on, pushing the paper towel into her leggings, getting a good feel. Makoto let out a squeak but didn't do anything to stop it.