Supplies at the Supermarket

Emily looked out the window and saw that Christine had pulled into the parking lot of the local supermarket, which seemed quite busy at that particular moment. Emily couldn't help but subconsciously move her hands to the hem of her shirt, still keenly aware of her undressed state.

"I wasn't exactly planning on having company tonight," Christine said, "so I figured it would be a good idea to grab some things for dinner and such. Maybe some drinks too," she added, catching Emily's gaze.

"Oh!" Christine excitedly continued. "We can make a girl's night out of it! Do you like wine?"

"I... sure, wine's fine," Emily said, caught off guard by Christine's sudden eagerness. "But there's no need to-"

But even as Emily spoke, Christine stepped out of the car and swiftly closed the door. She ambled over to the passenger side and opened Emily's door.

"Let's go then!" she said, beckoning Emily out of the car. But Emily didn't budge.

"Um," she said softly, still tugging on her oversized shirt, "maybe I should just wait in the car."

"What?" Christine chuckled. "You want me to just leave you in the car like a dog?"

"Actually, I don't think you're supposed to leave dogs i-"

"You're coming in, now let's go!" Christine demanded. She half expected Emily to resist further, but after a few silent moments, the blonde girl slowly emerged from the car. Christine smirked slightly. Her earlier impression of the new girl seemed to have been spot on. She was a total pushover.

"Attagirl," Christine said. She gave Emily's butt a playful swat, eliciting a soft yelp of surprise from her. She could hardly wait to get this girl back to her place.

As they entered the store, Emily kept a firm grip on the hem of her shirt, making absolutely sure it was as low as possible on her body. She was technically decent and, at a glance, people might have assumed she was wearing a short yellow dress. But she still felt more than a little exposed walking around the crowded store in just a t-shirt. But still, as long as Emily continued to be careful about her surroundings, then she felt confident she could keep her shirt in place.

"Oops!" Christine loudly said, just as Emily felt the sensation of fabric sliding up her behind.

Emily worriedly glanced behind herself, only to see her t-shirt lifted up and exposing her bare ass! Christine was holding a metal shopping basket and its corner had somehow gotten caught on the hem of Emily's shirt. When her new friend had lifted the basket, she had also inadvertently lifted Emily's only form of cover!

Emily gasped loudly and quickly tried to yank her shirt back down over her curvaceous rear. She was able to part it from the ensnaring basket, but not without the soft SHRRP sound of tearing fabric accompanying it. The blonde girl wasted no time smoothing the fabric back down over her ass, though she could clearly feel that it had split. All around her, Emily could see customers staring at her. She blushed furiously. How many people had seen her behind just then? And how many people now knew that she wasn't wearing any underwear? She felt mortified.

"Sorry about that," Christine chuckled. "Is your shirt alright?"

"I... think it's ripped," Emily meekly replied.

"Let me take a look," Christine said. She didn't wait for a reply before physically spinning Emily around and placing her hands on Emily's shirt-covered ass. Emily jumped slightly in surprise at her new friend's forwardness. Sure enough, there was now a foot long vertical tear right up the bottom of the shirt's back, exposing Emily's crack for anyone to see.

"Yep, that's ripped alright," Christine said before giving Emily's ass another (slightly harder) playful swat, causing her to yelp in shock again at the sensation. "You might want to keep that closed up."

"R-right..." Emily said, holding the left and right edges of the dress together behind her.

"Now come on, new girl, we've got shopping to do!" Christine cheerily said before beckoning Emily deeper into the store.