Your throat burns, your eyes are watering and the gentle reassuring pressure on your back keeps moving in slow strokes, as if encouraging a small animal/pet.
"Are you okay now?" Akane asks, her pink eyes baring into you with primal worry. You nod as you spit the bitter tangy taste of bile from your mouth, forcing the repulsive taste out from your entrance and into the toilet. Your neck muscles spasms from the effort of both nodding and ejecting the dregs of sickness from your stomach and mouth.
Akane grimaces pityingly as you finally expel the rest of the acid and bile from your stomach. "S sorry," you croak, throat still burning from the ejection the ejection of the harmful acid. She pats your back as if she understands, "did i make you nervous?" she asks, her voice dropping to a disturbing mix of guilt and teasing arousal; and even stranger is that your body reacted to it, your member swelling undignifyingly as you rest your head against your arms, still bent double. "N no," you quickly refuse, not wanting to be seen as weird or weak. Akane giggles in the same strange guilty/teasing mix that sends shock waves through your erect buddy. You silently pray that Akane doesn't notice, or at very least doesn't mention it even if she notices.
"It's okay to be nervous," Akane encourages as she smiles cutely, the corner of her soft mouth sliding up in the cutest twitchy smile you've ever witnessed, "everyone gets nervous when they go into a fancy place like this when they aren't used to it."
That last part stings as much as it reassures you, "it's uh... I'm just not used to the atmosphere," you say halfheartedly, your excuse having as many holes as a cartoon cheese, even to you it sounds weak and pathetic reason to vomit in such a fancy and romantic place.
Akane smiles teasingly, "am i that ugly that being in such a... romantic place makes you feel like you need to purge yourself?" she asks, a teasing and worried tone pierces the air that was quiet with the absence of your wet urging. you laugh, the taste of your lunch still stains your palate in the usual way that happens after such violent vomiting.
"It's definitely not that, I suppose I'm just nervous that I was going to mess up in front of you," you admit embarrassed and slightly ashamed. The matching flush crawls up your neck and cheeks. Akane giggles, embracing you from behind, pulling you up against her and away from the now stained porcelain. "You can't mess up in front of me because every moment with you makes my heart flutter and my... You know what I mean... look anything you do is perfect to me so its impossible for me to see you mess up," she says with a slight suggestive tone, her pink eyes sparkling with mischief.
Her mischievous tone makes you laugh and lean back against her carefully, fully immersed in her embrace. Your body relaxing and the waves of nausea receding like the tide. Her soft breasts press against your back, her heat radiating through her clothes in sweet sexual waves that fill your nostrils with the scent of arousal. Despite all that, your buddy fortunately stays down this time.
"I have a question for you," you say simply, shifting in her delicate yet strong arms, "why did you pull me into the girl's bathroom?" You ask.
Akane blushes furiously, "i uh uhm, i," she stutters cutely, eyes darting around fervently, cheeks beginning to glow with the crimson colour of love. Her mannerism turn small, shy and embarrassed. Her soft hand fidgeting in your lap.
She slowly untangles herself from the embrace she made happen. Her slender fingers tap nervously on her covered thighs. Her black dress accentuates her legs, the fabric clings to her skin as she fidgets. Her muscles twitch and flick arousingly as she pulls away, an embarrassed laugh escapes her lips, the sound echoes around the girl's bathroom.
She pouts, "it, it was the closest bathroom and I... I thought you wouldn't want to vomit on the way to the boys bathroom..." she admits, eyes darting nervously, never looking you in the eye for more than a second. Her face contorting in embarrassment and realisation of where you are and where she dragged you.
You turn slightly to get a better look at her face which has turned beetroot red, her pink eyes dancing embarrassingly and refusing to stay looking at any one thing. "Yeah... thanks Akane," you say. The corner of your mouth tugs upwards in a slightly mocking yet endearing smile.
She flushes harder at your gratitude then smiles wickedly, her cute face contorting darkly, "are you thanking me for bringing you into the girl's bathroom or thanking me for being in the same cubicle," she asks, her tone dark and light at the same time. Her face a canvas of teasing relief and slight embarrassment.
"Are you trying to say I'm a pervert?" You fire back in a joking tone, your face alight with delight. Akane makes an exaggerated thinking gesture, hand on her chin, eyes pointed upward in mock thought that makes her look cute and mature at the same time. "If the shoe fits," she responds, "I mean you basically called yourself a pervert... Do you have something you want to admit to me?" she asks her tone darker and more teasing in her joking accusation. You laugh again, the rich sound echoing around the bathroom sweetly. "Depends," you say smiling, "I can be a pervert if thats the type you're into," as soon as the words leave your lips you go red with embarrassment. The corniness and slightly shameful statement makes you feel suddenly self conscious.
Akane stares at you with her pretty pink eyes and flushed anime like face, "I don't mind if you are a pervert or not but hearing you say that makes me happy." She admits, blushing harder than you have ever seen her, "just as long as you're my pervert..." her voice is small and pretty, slightly shameful and laced with nervousness.
"Anyway lets get you out of this bathroom before someone finds you in here and thinks you actually are a pervert," she says looking away cutely and fiddling with her blonde hair.
"Yeah, lets do that." You say, voice filled with the same shameful nervousness as her.