The paper towels only make it worse; Ann suggests using the sink to clean them

Ann started rubbing at the cheese. She only got a few good strokes in before her earrings glimmered and her work became more absentminded, her hands doing their own things, smearing the cheese around and making things worse, as Ann appreciated Makoto’s butt. Ann couldn’t help but to admire how it felt, firm yet soft. She made a note to ask Makoto what exercises she did later, continuing to grope Makoto’s cheeks. The fact she was effectively just massaging Makoto’s butt was lost on her. All the while, Makoto tried to stifle her squeaks. And Ann ignored her, continuing on until she felt something different under her hand.

Not quite sure what she was touching, Ann rubbed it up and down a couple times before she heard Makoto emit a breathy gasp. Suddenly, Makoto’s thighs clenched tightly together, trapping Ann’s hand in place over the bottom of her crotch. That brought Ann back to her senses. “I know you’re trying to help but… is-is it really necessary for you to touch me there?” Makoto managed to ask.

Ann’s eyebrows furrowed together; her confusion was written across her face. Until she noticed just where her hand resided. Ann’s face flushed red as she noticed just where her hand was, looking away bashfully. “Wha-uh-of-of course it is! You have cheese there too – I’m just trying to clean it off!”

“Are you almost done at least? How does it look?”

Ann’s eyes drifted back to Makoto’s booty, and she blanched, a disconcerting “er” escaping her throat. The leggings were an absolute mess. If anything, the paper towel treatment seemed to have made the issue worse. “Not… not the best, actually,” Ann winced as she said it. She felt Makoto deflate some before her.

“Well… thanks for trying,” Makoto said, releasing her friend’s hand as she started to turn around and lower her arms.

A wave of guilt hit Ann as she bit her lip. How did she not notice she was making the problem worse? There had to be something she could do to fix this… And then a lightbulb lit up in Ann’s head. “Wait!” Ann practically squealed, rushing to her feet and startling Makoto. “I have another idea! If we take them off you, then I can wash them in the sink. That should work better that the paper towels, and we can dry them with the hand dryers.”

Makoto mulled over it for a moment, debating internally. The room fell silent. It wasn’t until Ann blurted out “Let me make it up to you, Makoto,” that the silence broke.

“Make what up to me?” Makoto said, her own eyebrows furrowing now. “I’m the one that sat in your nachos.”

“Yeah, but- but I made it worse when I tried to help clean it up,” Ann insisted. “And it was my choice in movie that was the whole reason we were out in the lobby in the first place. I should’ve known the movie was too scary for you…”

“Hey! I resent that,” Makoto said. “It wasn’t too scary for me… I just wasn’t ready was all… And besides, none of this is your fault. It’s not like you put the nachos under me or anything. I should’ve been paying more attention to where I was sitting.”

“Just let me do this for you, okay,” Ann said.

The pleading looks in Ann’s eyes broke down Makoto’s will to resist. If this would make her friend feel better, then who was Makoto to tell her no? With an exaggerated breath, Makoto gave Ann a small, **** smile. “Okay, fine.”

Ann's countenance lit up, throwing her arms around Makoto in a quick hug. A “thank you,” left Ann’s lips, and a second later, she had dropped down, hooking her fingers in the waistband of Makoto’s leggings. Makoto's face started to glow again. “Wait! What’re you doing?”

Ann looked at her like she suddenly grew two heads. “Helping you take off your leggings?”

Makoto looked like a deer in headlights for a moment before she said: “Just give me a second.” Makoto shifted herself around so that one hand could keep her dress up in the back and the other could keep it down in the front. She was extra cautious to keep her butt toward the stall, not taking any chances with the mirror. “Okay, I’m ready now…”

“Come on, Makoto,” Ann laughed a little. “We’re both girls here, it’s not that big a deal.”

“It is to me,” Makoto protested. “I don’t want you to see my underwear.”

“Oooh, now I really want to,” Ann teased. “Are they something scandalous?” For her part, Makoto didn’t indulge her question. Instead, she looked away from Ann entirely, only piquing Ann’s interest more. Seeing that Makoto wouldn’t say another word on the subject, Ann decided to drop it. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to look. Scout’s honor.”

“Were you ever actually a scout?”

“Nope,” Ann laughed. “But don’t worry about it. I’ll even close my eyes if you want.”

That seemed to be enough to settle it for Makoto. She nodded to Ann, letting the other girl free her legs from her leggings. They were down to her ankles in a flash, and from there Ann opened her eyes helped Makoto's feet out of her sandals and through the leg holes. Next Makoto knew, her leggings were in one of the sinks, and the sounds of running water seemed to echo in the room. Makoto felt her heart speed up a notch. She never wore a dress without leggings underneath it. She could feel the air kissing all over places it hadn’t touched so intimately before. It didn’t help that she was still lifting up the back of her dress. What was she supposed to do about the cheese covering the inside of that? Almost as if she read Makoto’s mind, Ann looked to her almost expectantly. “Okay. Now we just need to get you out of that dress so I can clean that one spot up, and then you’ll be all good.”

“Pardon?” Did I hear that right?

“I need your dress,” Ann said again. “It’ll only take a couple minutes to clean up and dry. It’s just the one spot after all. You can just wait in one of those stalls until it finishes.” Seeing Makoto’s hesitation, Ann adds: “And I’ll be right out here the whole time. There’s nothing to worry about.” Makoto bites her lip again.