The roof

“I think the roof is the best option right now...” Makoto said. “I definitely don’t want to stick around here...”

“But to get there, you’ll have to...” Akira said, unable to finish the sentence. Makoto thought it over for a bit.

“Turn around.” She finally said.

“Huh?”

“Just do it.” He eventually nodded and turned around. With a deep breath, Makoto stepped out of the towel, letting it fall to the floor before quickly rushing up to Akira, nearly tackling him. He gasped in surprise as Makoto’s body, mainly her chest, was pressed against his back.

“Wh-what-“ he started.

“Quickly!” Makoto urged. She didn’t want to stick around while her ass was exposed like this. She used one hand to cover her ass as best as she could while holding onto him with the other.

“O-okay...” Akira stuttered, and they started making their way down the hallway and up the stairs, one step at a time. All the while, Makoto was uncomfortably aware of her chest pressed against his back, which wasn't very pleasant. Well, to Makoto, anyway. She was sure Akira wasn't completely hating the position they were in, considering the stiff way he was moving as her breasts constantly rubbed up against his back. She couldn't blame him though.

The entire way up, she was absolutely sure someone was going to see her, and who knows what would happen then.

Despite all this, she felt an odd stirring inside her, one that she decided to try to ignore.

Eventually, they reached the roof, which was thankfully unlocked, and went outside. Once outside, Makoto continued to cling to Akira's back as he took out his phone.

“Wh-who should I call?” Akira asked.