A photo in her hero clothes

“Could you...” Suzy started, her eyes looking at the hoodie Jim had lent me, “You know?”

My cheeks burned, I lowered my voice, almost whispering to Suzy, “You want me to take my hoodie off?”

Suzy’s cheeks flushed, as if she was the one embarrassed by this whole situation, “It’s just, I want to remember this day, my hero, as you were.”

I didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do. I mean Suzy had already seen me, not that it made things any easier or better, but I had managed to hide my intimates from Jim so far (so long as I didn’t count the full-frontal photo I had accidentally posted on the chat, or the two explicit videos that Jim had told me, in a roundabout way, that he had seen).

How had my life come to this?

I remember my private parts being just that, private. It wasn’t even that long ago. Nobody else had ever seen them once I had fully developed, now the number of people who had seen them grew by the day, and still I was expected to show them off even more.

I thought of Jim’s words to me, about saying no, and I saw the disappointment in his eyes and his face when he had looked at me in aisle 12, or even now as he watched me talk in private to Suzy. Maybe he was interested in me after all, or at least he was, until he’d seen how many knew my intimate parts better than probably even their own. Was I really going to disappoint him further?

All I have to do is say no...

I turned to tell Suzy that I was sorry, that I wasn’t willing to do that, thanks, but I didn’t want any more people seeing my body. I’d had enough of being humiliated. I’d had enough of being naked against my will. I’d had enough of people having photos and videos of my naked body. That I Jasmin Johnson did not want to be naked for other people’s pleasure anymore, not that I had wanted to in the first place...

Instead when I opened my mouth, no words came out, at first, then I said, “...SuuUure”.

Suzy’s smile widened, “You really are the best, thanks a lot Jasmin.”

Suzy held her phone out to Jim, “Would you?”

“...Sure.” Jim said, then he grabbed my wrist, “Don’t do anything that you don’t want to, okay? Remember, just say no.”

Had he heard our whispering?

“Too late.” I said to him, before grabbing the back of my hoodie and started pulling it off.

Jim saw me and moved lightning fast, grabbing my hands and forcefully held the hoodie in place, only now with part of my butt cheeks peeking out..

Jim tried to stop me, “Jasmin, don’t do this.” He whispered. I met his eyes. More disappointment, “I know you don’t want to, I can see it in your eyes, I can see how flushed your face is, your hands are trembling.”

My hands were trembling. My whole body was, and even so, I ducked, slipping out of the hoodie. Jim was left holding it as I stood up straight, still covering my breasts and pussy from his view. I looked at him, he just shook his head as he threw the hoodie over his shoulder and held up the phone to take the photo.

I walked over to Suzy, “It didn’t want to come off, eh?” She joked, clearly she had mistook the whole scene that had happened between me and Jim in front of her.

A light hearted, high pitched, “Yeah.” was all that I managed to eek out.

Suzy put her arm around my bare back, “We’ll do one with you standing, then another with you squatting next to me.”

Another moment of humiliation. Another nail in the coffin that held my dignity. I took a deep breath, I looked at Jim, I wanted to see his reaction, I wanted to know what he now thought of me. I had to know. I **** my hands to my sides, and arched my back at the same time. If people were going to see this photo and hear my story, I at least wanted to look good, after all, I was once again sacrificing my dignity and giving up the privacy of my private parts for this photo. I watched Jim. I watched his eyes roam over my freshly exposed breasts and pussy, before holding up the phone, blocking his eyes from me.

“Actually, yeah, uncovering for the photo would be even better.” Suzy exclaimed.

Oh. My. God.

She hadn’t expected me to uncover myself?

I silently, internally kicked myself.

“That a girl.” Suzy said, patting my lower back, “Wait till the guys and girls at home get a load of this photo.”

Jim’s face told me everything I need to know. I smiled like the fool I was, my nipples growing hard from their fresh exposure.

Jim took the first photo, then looked up.

“Alright, now squat next to me.” Suzy said, looking at me expectantly.

I did, keeping my legs together to shield my pussy as best I could.

Suzy looked down to check my pose, “No, no, dear. Open your legs wide, people won’t be able to see that you’re naked.”

Well, I guess I had inadvertently led myself to this by exposing myself in the first photo.

*Just say no* Jim’s words repeated in my head.

I opened my mouth to tell her that I didn’t want people to see that I was naked, that I didn’t want people to see me naked, except maybe Jim... in a different situation than this, that I didn’t want to spread my pussy wide for a photo in the middle of my local store on a strangers phone to be shown off back in their home town...

Instead I stuttered a little before saying, “O-oh, right, of course.”

My legs were trembling so much that I couldn’t even open them, I put a trembling hand on my thigh, daring another glance at Jim, he was watching me with wide eyes in pure disbelief. I couldn’t blame him, I was watching myself with wide eyes in disbelief, my trembling hand **** my thigh to spread out as much as it could, which was obscenely wide. My hand was now slick with my juices, my thighs were gleaming in the light with it. I closed my eyes as I licked my drying lips, hoping and praying that Jim and Suzy couldn’t notice how wet I was, that the phone camera wouldn’t be able to capture how wet I was, before opening them again. I hazarded a look down at my pussy, horrified to see how wet and red and puffy and widely spread open it was. It was obscene. No wonder somebody in the crowd mistook me for a pornstar, who wouldn’t? But then at least pornstars got paid, I was putting myself on display like this for free... and in front of a boy I’d had a crush on for as long as I could remember. I looked back at Jim, but I couldn’t see his reaction behind the phone as he took the next photo.

Suzy held up an index finger to Jim after the shutter went off, “One more please.”

Suzy reached out and grabbed my breast, the one with the bruised nipple, as she did so I closed my eyes, suppressing a moan, before opening them again to find Suzy winking at me.

“The poor hero’s wound.” She said, before turning back to face the phone’s camera.

She hefted my breast as high as it would go, and I felt my juices trickling down my thigh again. I **** another smile as my crush took a photo of me squatting naked and spread legged in our local grocery store with a strangers phone whilst she fondled my saggy breast and brushed her finger and nail against my bruised nipple.

Even my nightmares couldn’t come up with anything worse than this.

But reality decided that it could somehow make it even worse.

“Oh my god!”

“Ms. Thorne.” Jim said, suddenly, and surprised as my neighbour rounded the corner of the aisle.

Her eyes instantly looked at me, first my spread open pussy leaking juices all over the shop floor, then my saggy breasts, one still in the hands of a wheelchair bound stranger, who had begun idly stroking my bruised nipple, then to my face.

Ms. Thorne shook her head, “I had no idea what you had been up to Miss. Johnson, but I hadn’t expected... whatever this is. I’d expressed my concern to your mother about the little conversation we had while you hung out of your bedroom window naked as the day you were born. Then you had the audacity to come round to my home to offer help, only you hadn’t worn any clothing to help in. Then I find you doing... this.” She turned her nose up at me, giving my intimates a final glance over before she turned to Jim, “And Mr. Mallory, how could you agree to have a part in such a thing, your mother had told me that she had expressly told you to stay far away from this little slut.”

The final word hit me like a sharp edge.

I mean I couldn’t disagree with her, if I wasn’t on the verge of cumming before, I sure was now. That was all I needed to complete my humiliation in this moment, unless reality could go one better that that is.

“Don’t you ever call her that.” Jim’s words surprised me, his tone of voice shocked me more though, in all the years I’d known Jim (and yes fawned over him far afar) I’d never known him to raise his voice, not ever, not like he was now, “She is not a slut. Yes she has problems saying no, yes she gets herself into situations like...” he looked over at me, still in my lewd pose, I smiled awkwardly, imagining how red my cheeks were, Suzy continued stroking, “This.”

Ms. Thorne shot me a terrible look.

“But she is not a slut.” He finished.

“She’s a hero.” Suzy piped up, “Sacrificing even her own dignity to go out of her way to help people.” It probably would have helped if she had not still been stroking my nipple.

I bit my lip, trying to ignore the sensation, trying to ignore the embarrassment burning within me. I was not a slut... I did not want to cloud their minds any further by cumming in the middle of this store.