Drive away, but with a stop

"Chris," you mutter, "please tell me you have spare clothes in the trunk."

"...no..."

You sigh in frustration. "Well, at least we're in a car," you say. "Let's just go home."

"Sam…" Chris looks beyond mortified. "I need gas."

CRAP! There was no way you could pump gas without being exposed. "Just drive. We'll figure it out."

Chris climbs into the driver seat and puts the car into motion. She drives along the road, keeping the heat on, windows up, and shrinking in the seat so passersby don't see her exposed breasts. She is trying to keep a brave face, but she is turning extremely red.

When you pull up to the gas station, there's already two cars there. A man in one, and some female classmates in the other.

"I got it," you say. "Stay in the car."

"Sam, no! Don't!"

It's too late. You're out of the car and at the pumping station. You select the fuel and begin filling the tank. As you look around, you see that you were already spotted. The man is regarding you with a disgusted look, as if you are a delinquent. The girls have another idea, as they stare and point and ooh and ahh at your body and genitals. You feel a bit bolder at the attention, but Chris clearly doesn't. You look back to see her seething at the girls.

When the tank is filled, you place it back and walk to Chris' window for cash. She whips out a credit card and you enter the station. You can feel the girls following you inside.