Let’s share the shame

The rest of your friends had left already and the last one left was Eve, doing her normal after school art stuff. You stumbled upon her finishing up another nude. She turned around, startled by your entrance. “Jesus Christ! Don’t sneak up on me. You’re lucky you startled me after I finished.”

“Sorry. Anyways, seeing as you’re done, you should probably clean up.” You point out the obvious. She rolls her eyes.

“And because you reminded me, you get to help me do it.” She smirks as she hands you a jar of brushes. She picks up the small paint cans as you take care of the rest. You pick up a few sketch pencils and a mirror, setting them on a shelf. When you’ve dealt with your share, you find her still struggling with the paint.

“Need help?”

“Nah, I got this. Just let me over this wi-” She trips over a wire on the floor. She lands on you, who is now also laying down. All your clothes and hers on the other hand don’t go unscathed. As she gets up off you, her shirt sticks to yours, giving you a clean view at her breasts. Apparently she hadn’t had a bra, but more importantly all of both your clothes were drenched in paint, making them sticky and would harden in time. She struggles to keep her shirt from yours then manages to see what was sticking them together. “Um, Sam? We’re both covered in paint. It won’t be long until it dries. Try to wash off what you can.”

Agreeing, you remove your shirt and try your luck in the sink. Eve joins you, removing her pants, rather than her shirt on account of not having a bra. You try to not make her feel any worse by mentioning it’s her fault. The water doesn’t seem to penetrate the paint. You assume that Eve also knows this but is too stressed to mention it.