Makoto makes it through the movie without any more clothing trouble

The Buchimaru ice cream only lasted so long before Makoto had to find some other way to distract herself from the from the movie, such as trying to count the number of people in front of her or drinking her drink. Neither really helped. Eventually, she just closed her eyes tight, shook in her seat, and bared with it as best she could, squirming in place and squeaking every now and then because of the music, until she finally heard the movie end. When the lights turned on, Makoto opened her eyes with a sigh of relief, looking over to the screen. She expected to see rolling credits, but instead she saw the foreboding message of “My next victim will be you” appear over the still image of a humiliated, naked girl, who had lewd words written on her body and her arms restrained behind her by something not visible in the shot, in the middle of a busy, public street.

Makoto shivered in place. She went to turn her head to say something to Ann only to find her friend’s face really close to her. “Boo.” Makoto nearly jumped out of her skin and did jump from her seat instinctively to try to get away, clipping her side on the cupholder and falling to the floor, arms clasping her side and her butt up in the air. The front of her dress pulled from her body, and the back of her dress slipped down, exposing her panty-clad butt in all its glory.

Ann was torn between concern and hysterics, a few snickers escaping her. Unbeknownst to Ann, with a shimmer of her earrings, her hand captured the moment in all its glory on her cellphone, multiple times over. From where Ann sat and how Makoto fell, Ann and her phone not only got an unobstructed view of Makoto’s Buchimaru butt, but they also got a peek up her dress and captured her clearly braless state, being treated to Makoto’s under boob and a hint of her pink nipples.

“Are you okay?” Ann got out through her laughter. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think that would scare you so much. The movie made you pretty jumpy.”

Makoto groaned, pushing herself up, sitting back onto her legs with light hint of blush on her face. “I’m fine, I just wasn’t expecting you to be so close all of sudden.” Her dress rolled back down as she sat up but got caught on the hem of her panties. Ann’s hand took another picture. When Makoto’s bare legs met her bare thighs, she remembered she didn’t have her leggings on anymore. Her face shone bright enough to illuminate a room, whipping her head around, her hands moving to pull the back of her dress down. She didn’t notice Ann’s phone finally capture her face in the frame with her dress rolled up above her panties. Makoto spun to face Ann, looking around all the while to see several grinning faces looking at her, whispering to each other as they made their way out of the theater. Makoto’s hands firmly held the back of her dress down. “What. Did. You. See?”

“Ooh, nothing,” Ann giggled, looking away from her red-faced friend. Makoto didn’t believe her for a moment, casting her a demanding look, trying her hardest to appear intimidating. After what Ann had just burned into her memory, though, Makoto had no chance of being successful. “You are supposed to be my senior, right?”

Makoto’s mouth went agape. Ann avoided looking at her friend, laughing. Makoto’s lip puffed out as she deflated and rose to her feet. She brushed herself off, stopping in front of Ann to say a quick “You saw nothing,” before she swiftly moved to exit into the aisle, ready to head back to where her stuff should be and leave. Ann grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Wait, Makoto, I’m sorry,” Ann said, stifling a laugh. “I shouldn’t have laughed. It’s not funny. They’re really cute.” Makoto didn’t turn to face her, and Ann got worried. “Makoto?” Makoto looked away. Ann rushed to her feet and turned her around. Makoto still didn’t look at her, but Ann could tell from looking that her friend was really upset. Immediately, Ann pulled her into a tight embrace, ignoring the feeling of Makoto’s bosom pressing firmly into her. One of Ann’s hands rested on Makoto’s upper back while the other rested at her waist, offering her no way to escape. “I’m sorry, Makoto. I was just teasing you. I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings, okay?” She felt Makoto nod and hug her back, giving Ann a feeling of relief. “They really are cute… I was just surprised was all. From how you were acting in the bathroom, I was expecting something much more… risqué? You know like a thong or a G-string, maybe lingerie or commando?”

Makoto balked. “I don’t even own any of those…”

“That doesn’t rule out going commando,” Ann said cheekily. “I didn’t hear a ‘no’ for it either.”

“Never,” Makoto said, a small smile returned to her face. “Now… can you let me go… you’re squeezing me rather tight…”

Instead, Ann squeezed her tighter, using her lower hand to tickle her side a little. “Not until I know we’re good.”

Makoto let out a laugh. “Stop, stop, we’re good. We’re good!”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”