Walk Home

Once we were outside, I noticed a handful of people out on the streets, but fortunately none of them had noticed me yet.

“Erm, Jim…?” I struggled.

He turned to ask what was wrong, then a kind of realisation came over his face, “I’m so sorry.” He said, giving me use of my hand again, which I quickly used to cover up my pussy. Let me give you my hoodie again.” He said, giving me a look.

“I couldn’t say no.” I replied, shrugging slightly.

“Honestly Jasmin, we need to teach you how to say no.” Jim said.

“Then teach me.” I replied, “I want to be able to say no… at least sometimes.”

“Alright,” He said, “Give me another quick look and I’ll give you my hoodie.”

I looked down at myself, holding my once private parts again almost as if for dear life, I quickly met Jim’s eyes and dropped my arms, jumping a little as I heard someone whoop across the street.

Jim just shook his head.

“What?” I asked him, pouting a little.

“You were supposed to say no.”

I mentally chastised myself.

“Now shake them!” A voice called from across the street.

I looked over and saw a group of two guys and three girls, all looking on in disbelief and smiling, some had their phones pointed at me. I shyly cover up again.

“Just take the hoodie.” Jim said.

“I don’t know if I deserve it now.” I said, looking down.

I felt so ashamed. How many people had seen me? Had footage of me?

Even I felt embarrassed and ashamed of me, what did Jim think of me?

“I’d only get… stuff on it anyway.” I almost whispered.

Then I felt Jim putting the hoodie over me anyway, and I let him, baring myself to both him and the crowd of onlookers.

“Boo!” One called over.

“Don’t put your little girlfriend away just yet!” Called another.

“She’s not!” Jim called back, “She’s just a friend!”

“Slutty friend!” One of the girls called.

“Lucky bastard!”

And with that my heart sank a little more. I almost cried right there, I could move, I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him. Jim must have noticed, because he suddenly hugged me then, my breasts pushed against his chest, my nipples aching, and I couldn’t help myself, I moaned in his ear.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, he put his hand under my chin and pushed it up so I was looking at him, “You’re not my girlfriend. At least not yet. But first, your training on how to say no.”

Now, somewhat, decent, Jim grabbed my hand and walked me home.