No, but now you're stuck

Their footsteps approach. Now that you can hear them, you catch the sounds of two college girls having a conversation. It seems like they were coming from some party and are pretty tipsy, which is good for you as they walk past you without making any comments, engrossed in their own chat. As their voices fade, you breathe out a sigh of relief. The twigs and branches scrap at your bare skin; your dress doesn't cover much.

You start to ease yourself out of the bush slowly, being especially cautious not to brush your still sensitive dick against anything. As you pull back, you have some difficulty bringing your dress with you. You hear another tear. If you **** this, it'll probably rip to shreds. It's probably possible to remove the dress safely, but it won't be quick. A drop of precum drips to the ground as you consider your options.