As if in response to Kawakami’s thoughts, the truck lurched into motion, sending her stumbling forward. She ended up colliding with Ann against the back of the truck, the blond girl’s head thumping against it with a loud bang. “Ow!” Ann cried, rubbing it. “That hurt!”
“Sorry,” Kawakami said distractedly. She had inadvertently pinned the girl to the wall, their faces only a few inches apart. Her bare breasts had ended up pressed against Ann’s, and the sight was more than a little distracting. Not to mention the sensations. “It sounds as if we’re moving.”
“Shoot,” Ann said, frustrated. Perhaps because of the pain, she hadn’t seemed to notice the situation she was in. “How on earth are we going to get out of this? How is Akira going to find us? He’s supposed to be getting us some clothes!”
“I-I don’t we can rely on Kurusu-kun to help us right now,” Kawakami said nervously. The vibrations of the truck were causing their breasts to rub together, which was not helping her concentration. “We’ll have to figure something out ourselves.”
Ann sighed, shifting slightly. Inadvertently, Kawakami’s leg slipped forward, ending up between Ann’s. The girl started at the sudden touch, and her eyes widened, finally taking in their position. “Uh...Sensei?” she said uncomfortably. “Would you mind...moving a little?”
“I’m-I’m trying,” Kawakami said with a grunt, her leg rubbing against Ann’s pussy. The girl bit back a moan. “The truck is moving too quickly. I think we’ll have to wait until it stops at a light.”
Ann closed her eyes. This was not a position she ever thought she would end up in. “Are you okay, Futaba?” Ann asked, trying to distract herself.
“All good here!” Futaba said shakily, from behind a box.
“Does everything look okay?”
“It looks great! Really hot!” Futaba blurted out.
“What?!” Ann asked in shock, opening her eyes. “I mean, is a box going to slide into us?”
There was a moment’s silence. “Oh,” Futaba finally said, sounding mortified. “No, you’re good.”
Kawakami sighed. This wasn’t how she wanted to spend her time off. “Takamaki,” she said, trying to remain as still as possible. “When this is over, I would appreciate it if you didn’t mention this to anyone.” After going to such pains to conceal her other, inappropriate job, it would be very frustrating to be fired for an unrelated accident.
“Of course!” Ann said quickly. “I mean, you’re only in this situation because you tried to help us out. We totally owe you!”
“Y-yeah,” Futaba agreed from her corner. “Anytime you need something coded, I’ve got you.”
“I’ll...keep that in mind,” Kawakami said slowly. The truck jerked to a halt, and she quickly pushed herself off Ann. “Get behind a box!” she said, following her own advice. By the time the truck started again, each of them were in a secure spot.
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