Turn around, the jig is up anyway. Best to not have them think I’m a slut too.

Steeling myself with a deep breath, and kissing yet more of my dignity goodbye, I turn around, still covering myself as best I can, fingering my nipples to make sure they’re fully covered, wincing from the pain of my bruised nipple and struggling to keep in a moan from the sudden pleasure of it too.

“HeeeEEy, Jim.” I say, my cheeks burning as his eyes ravage my naked form.

“Jasmin, my mother told me a strange story the other day,” he met my eyes, “About meeting you talking to a neighbour as you leaned out of a window naked. Of course I didn’t believe her. Jasmin Johnson... having a conversation as if she were some kind of nudist. Jasmin Johnson, the sweet, shy, innocent and somewhat prudish girl that I know from school? Ridiculous.” He finally let his eyes roam my body again, “And then, this.” He gestured toward my naked self.

I suddenly felt myself getting wetter. I worried that an announcement would interrupt us over the tannoy, ‘Cleanup in aisle 12’.

I’d always imagined the day that Jim would look at me like this, I’d imaged him taking my naked body in his arms, but in those dreams and imaginings we’d been in private. Not in the middle of a grocery store with other customers shooting all sorts of strange looks at me as they shopped.

“I-it’s not what it looks like.” I said.

I gave Jim a shorter rundown of the story I had given Suzy on our way here, talking quickly, as if my life depended on him not thinking any less of me.

Jim shook his head, laughing, although his face told me that he was a little disappointed, not with the story, but with me...

Jim took his hoodie off and held it out to me.

“No, Jim, you don’t have to.” I said, shaking my head, I’d almost waved my hands in a no motion too until I realised what I’d be revealing to him if I did so.

“Jasmin, you’re going to take this jacket, you’re going to put in on, and you’re going to keep it on until I have walked you home.” He said, trying, and mostly succeeding to keep his eyes on my face, “And I’m going to help teach you how to say no to people.”

I laughed, a genuine laugh that almost caused my breasts to spill under my arm. How I wished they would fight to spill over them instead. But sadly I’ve come to accept that they are in fact, extremely, saggy.

Jim turned around while I took his hoodie and put it on, fully aware of the little domed security camera just down the aisle that was recording this moment.

He turned back once I had covered myself, mostly. I held my hands together in front of my crotch, which was just covered by the bottom of his hoodie.

“Thanks.” I said, meekly, barely able to look at his face.

“Honestly, Jasmin.” Jim said, “The stories I’ve heard about you recently... my mother was adamant that I should stay away from you. ‘What kind of hussy has an open conversation hanging her floppy breasts and her shaved vagina out of a window for anybody to see?’”

I flinched, “Did she really call them floppy?”

He smirked, but again with mostly hidden disappointment, “I know that Sam has been filling your head with nonsense to make her feel better about herself, and to make you do...” he gestured to me again, “Make you do stuff like this I guess.”

I didn’t even argue. How pathetic am I?

“That was one thing, but come on Jasmin, the poll?”

I wanted the ground to just open up and swallow me.

“Then the full frontal photo that you posted on the chat? Which I’m guessing was a genuine mistake.”

I nodded silently, looking at the ground. So he had seen it, and he had already seen me. He’d have no interest in me now...

“But you didn’t need to prove anything to anyone, you should never post naked photos of yourself anyway, blurred or not. Let alone allow your sister to post *extremely explicit* naked videos of you on her social media for likes...”

I felt like I was going to cry, Jim had seen it all. Every angle of me. Every curve. Every droop. Every... orifice. I imagined his shock, his disgust, as he watched me deepthroat a lolly ice on my hands and knees, showing off my spread open pussy from behind, my once butthole on full display, and my wildly swinging breasts. I imagined his horror as he opened the next video and was met with Sam pretending to go down on me, before moving to the side and showing the camera my spread open pussy, clearly wet and glistening with my juices, and me red faced and panting with lust, strands of hair stuck to my sweating forehead.

Jim must have sensed it and oncoming tears, because he hugged me, and his embrace was nice and it was warm, and it was just what I needed after this humiliating start to the day, let alone the last few humiliating weeks I had endured. His arms wrapped around my back as, my arms wrapped around his, the hoodie lifting, once again revealing my butt to the store, and the security camera, but I didn’t care... as much at least. I rested my head on his shoulder and suddenly became aware of my nipples pressing into him, my pussy grinding the leg of his jeans, my juices dripping down my thighs... and I was suddenly aware of how close I was to cumming.

But I couldn’t. Not in front of Jim. Not in front of my crush. I couldn’t have him think any less of me than he already did, especially not after the warm moment we had just shared.

Suddenly he pulled away, “Come on, let’s get you home.”

He took my hand and started walking me to the exit, when I remembered Suzy. I at least had to tell her I was leaving.