Ann returns her dress

Makoto got on her tiptoes, stretching her arm out over the door and grasped her dress, ignoring how her nipples felt pressing and rubbing against the stall door. As soon as her fingers clutched onto her dress, she dragged it over the door, pulling it into an embrace as if it were an old friend. A very brief inspection told her that Ann was right. Somehow, she had managed to get that stain out of the dress. With a smile and a flurry of movement, Makoto was once more covered and exiting the stall, feeling a slight dampness at the back where the cheese had been, but that was a small price to pay for being able to wear her dress without ruining her lucky undies.

The first thing Makoto did was give Ann a hug, which she abruptly ended as soon as she felt her breasts press into Ann, reminding her that she still lacked a bra. Both girls blushed and chose to ignore that.

“Am I good or what,” Ann said, beaming.

“You’re good,” Makoto conceded. “Seriously, thank you.”

Ann rubbed her nose with a smile. “It was the least I could do… Now, let’s get back to those snacks, they’re not going to eat themselves after all!”

“No, they won’t,” Makoto nodded. “I do feel kind of bad that we just left them on the bench. You don’t think anyone needed that seat, do you?” Makoto took the initiative of leading the way out.

“It’s not like we could’ve brought them with us,” Ann shrugged, following behind her senior. Makoto hummed her agreement and a comfortable silence set in. Absently, her mind drifted back to how insistent Makoto was that Ann did not see her panties, even going to the length of walking backwards into a stall to avoid even giving her a peak. It was nothing but it did pique her curiosity. What type of underwear was she wearing to warrant that? Something scandalous like a thong or a g-string? Or maybe she's going commando, Ann thought, smirking. She couldn’t really imagine Makoto doing any of those, but in the Metaverse as Queen? Maybe. Either way, Ann was just happy she managed to save Makoto from going home with a cheese butt and a ruined dressed.

As Makoto walked ahead of her, Ann decided to admire her handywork once more, turning her eyes to Makoto’s butt. She froze in place as soon as she did. Instead of seeing the dress’s white fabric covering Makoto’s butt like she expected, Ann saw a incredibly thinly veiled Buchimaru face plastered over Makoto’s butt and staring right back at her.

“Buchimaru?” Ann said, surprised. A mix of emotions hit her at the same time. The urge to laugh at her friend’s choice in underwear, and the urge to groan and bang her head against the wall for what she did were the most prominent. She stripped the fabric when trying to clean off the cheese. The portion of the dress that covered her butt was essentially sheer now because of her…

Upon hearing the name, Makoto stopped too, turning her head back to look at Ann with one eyebrow raised. “What about him?”

Ann opened her mouth to say something, but her earrings glimmered before she could get a word out. “Your Buchimaru ice cream,” Ann said instead. “It’s probably melted by now.”

“Oh, you’re right!” Makoto said. “They had more, though, so I can just get another. I can get you some more nachos while I’m at it… I’ll try not to sit in these ones.” The girls laughed.