Not without incident

As Marianne pulled out of the parking lot, Mackenzie let out a sigh of relief, the cool air blowing from the vents would provide her inflamed skin some relief on the ride. However, its effects were limited, and, after a while, the gentle breeze seemed to only irritate her rash further. Mackenzie squirmed uncomfortably on the edge of the seat. Marianne, noticing her friend's distress, reached out to turn up the air, but Mackenzie quickly stopped her.

"No, no, it's okay," she said, her voice weak with discomfort. "I don't think that will help."

"Alright Kenz," Marianne nodded sympathetically. "Don't worry I'll drive fast."

Marianne turned out onto the street moving well above the speed limit to get to the clinic as fast as possible. Mackenzie clung to the seat worried her sensitive skin would be slammed back into the seat. Still she had no intention of asking Marianne to slow down However, as they approached the main street, Marianne did slow to a crawl when she merging into the thick stream of cars inching their way through the intersection. It was a straight shot to the clinic, but it was going to take time to get through this traffic. Mackenzie let out a frustrated sigh, her skin crawling with discomfort as she shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the seat. She arched her back, trying to minimize the amount of skin in contact with the carpeted seat, but it was no use. Every tiny movement sent shivers of pain through her inflamed skin.

Marianne glanced over at her friend; concern etched on her face. "I-It'll be fine," she said, trying to reassure, "I'm sure the traffic with thin out any second now.

After taking a second to think Marianne pressed down hard on her horn causing Mackenzie to jerk back in shock. Unfortunately, Marianne's quick thinking did little except create a cacophony to further honks across the road. Marianne awkwardly smiled at her naked friend. Mackenzie didn't smile back.

After roughly 20 minutes of slow progress, Mackenzie's eyes began to water as she clenched her teeth, desperately trying to keep her cool. She had sat quietly and endured this pain for as long as she could. She hadn't even cared about the pedestrians who periodically glanced into the car and noticed the naked hotty sitting there at attention. They didn't even notice that her breasts were turning bright red. All Mackenzie cared about was holding out until they made it to the clinic. But it was too late. The constant irritation from the seat was finally reaching a boiling point, and she couldn't take it anymore. She needed some relief. Any relief. Finding something to make the pain go away completely took over her mind. All logic and reasoning were lost replaced with an all-consuming need. A need for something...cold. Nothing in Marianne's care could fill that need so Mackenzie's eyes drifted towards the window. That's where she saw him. Standing on the other side of the sidewalk behind the passing pedestrians on a patch of snow beneath a tree was a snowman.

the snowman had two rock eyes, stick arms, a hat and scarf, and a body of three ice cold balls of snow. His shoestring lips were curled into a smile one Mackenzie felt was make just for her. The Redhead smiled back except her was filled with complete derangement. With a sudden burst of desperation, she flung open the door and jumped out of the car, landing awkwardly on the cold pavement barely managing to remain on her own two feet.

Marianne slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching in protest as she brought the car to a sudden stop. "What the hell Mackenzie, what are you doing?!" she cried out, surprised as all hell. Mackenzie didn't respond as she could barely hear her. The redhead simply ran forward and leaped onto the innocent snowman wrapping her arms and legs around him and squeezing him tightly. His torso lurged back slightly from the impact but he remained standing. Mackenzie was impressed by his strength.

"Ahhhhhh yes!" She screamed.

Mackenzie's eyes closed in rapture as she pressed her burning chest against his, the cold seeping into her skin, bringing a wave of relief to her inflamed rash. She let out a deep moan, feeling the tension in her body ease, as the chill of the snow enveloped her. She wriggled slightly, her breasts and thighs digging his body allowing the snow to cover more of her skin, her body relaxing into the icy blanket. Marianne rushed to her side, looking frantic, but Mackenzie just shook her head, a small smile on her face.

"Mackenzie, what are you doing?" Marianne asked, trying to gently lift her friend off the snowman.

"No stop it," Mackenzie said firmly, digging her fingernails into the snowman's sides. "Just 5 more minutes please."

"Mackenzie this is insane." Marianne replied looking around at all the onlookers gathering around them. We have to go. Now!"

Mackenzie shook her head like a petulant child and dug her nails deeper into the snowman. Frustrated Marianne tried to rip the nude redhead off the snowman managing to separate her ample chest from its cold body. Mackenzie scowled and pulled herself back with a sudden burst of strength that caught Marianne off guard, but didn't make her give up.

"Mackenzie. Let go!" She commanded pulling harder."

"No," Mackenzie groaned. "Just let me enjoy it."

The two women struggled. Marianne trying to pry Macknzie from the snowman only for Mackenzie to slip from her grip and squeeze him tighter. Each time they reunited she released a somewhat sexual moan of pure pleasure which grew louder each time. Around them warmly dressed pedestrians and drivers all stared in a mixture of horror and fascination at the spectacle unfolding before them. The redhead, arms still wrapped around her prey, seemed oblivious to the growing crowd, her eyes still closed, her muscles tightening to resist Marianne's assaults. Her naked buttion full display as her legs remained spread wide to wrap around the snowman. Onlookers couldn't help but gasp at the sight.

One by one, passersby slowed to a stop, turning to stare at the scene.

"What the hell is she doing."

"I think she's fucking that snowman. And she's enjoying it!"

"Did she just strip down or something?"

"No way dude that's the Shy Streaker. I heard there were some sightings earlier."

"Whoa I've never seen the Shy Streaker. I didn't know she performed in the winter."

"I wonder who her friend is?"

Marianne's face burned with a mix of concern and embarrassment as she gazed out at the growing crowd, her eyes darting back to Mackenzie, still snuggling the snowman like a long-lost lover. It was all getting too much for her. She had to get Mackenize to stop humping the snowman and back in the car ASAP. **** Marianne switched her focus from Mackenzie’s to the snowman itself. She ran around to the snowman's rear kick at its base until it lost its foundation and began to fall towards the ground like a great oak. It tilted forward almost as though it was pushing Mackenzie to the ground. Mackenzie landed onto the asphalt with her icy lover reduced to white powder On top of her. Marianne smiled, pleased with her victory until she realized Mackenzie wasn't getting up. At first Marianne worried her friend was injured in the fall but then the smiling redhead started flaying her arms around making snow angels out of the remnants of her frozen boyfriend. The murmur of the crowd grew louder. Clearly invested in her naked shenanigans.

As Marianne looked down at her friend, who lay psychotically giggling on the ground, her naughty bits conveniently covered by small piles of snow. Small enough that they were visibly melting off her body as Mackenzie remained splayed out in this macabre display. Onlooked watched in anticipation. Clapping in cheering on the Shy Streakers' artistic means of self exposure.

Marianne meanwhile was completely baffled by the whole thing. for a moment she considered simply walking away. Leaving Mackenzie to her own devices. Did she really not enjoy this? She looked happy now? Marianne shook these thoughts away got down on her knees to again try to bring Mackenzie back to her sneses. She gently shaked Mackenzie's shoulders, trying to coax her up from the frozen pavement. "Mackenzie, come on, get up," she whispered urgently, her voice barely audible over the murmur of the onlookers.

Mackenzie looked up at Marianne. She laid there, tuffs of snow sticking to her body and sprawled out hair, with a euphoric smile on her face. Her mind seemingly completely gone.

"Damn it, Mackenzie. Snap out of it." Marianne said as she began to gently slap the redhead trying to wake her up. Meanwhile the onlookers started pulling out their phones to take pictures. The snow covering Mackenzie's privates was nearly gone and they didn't want to miss a second. Hundreds of pictures were taken both before and after this moment and were uploaded onto campus social with the very creative title "Snowgasm". They would be circulation for weeks before the admins finally purged them from the system.

"Uhh, Marianne," Mackenize said weakly looking up at her friend.

"Mackenize are you ok?" Marianne smiled. "Oh, thank God."

"Why's it so cold in here," She asked, "Can you turn up the heat."

Marianne blinked. "You mean you don't remember?"

Mackenzie pondered that question for a second before it all flooded back to her. The uncomfortable sweater, the itch, her inability to wear clothes, Marianne taking her to the clinic, then being completely overwhelmed by her discomfort. "I-I think I passed out." Mackenize said sitting up. "Did we already get the medicine. I don't feel itchy anymore."

"Umm about that."

Marianne didn't need to finish. For as Mackenzie's consciousness finally settled and she gained awareness of her surroundings, she was greeted by a sea of faces staring down at her. Their faces, a mixture of enjoyment and disgust all fixed on her, was all she needed to know.

"Oh God no!" Mackenzie screamed as she sat up. Big mistake. The crowd went wild as Mackenzie's quick motion had flung the last of the snow protecting her naked figure. Her rock hard nipples were now on full display with a cacophony of camera flashed to greet them. A humiliated scream rang out. The reddening of her skin from the rash had been long sated by the snow, but the wave of embarrassment washed over her brightened her face once again. Her eyes widened in horror, and she threw her arms over her privates, now too numbed by the cold to hurt.

"M-Marianne," Mackenize whimpered, "I'd like to go, please."

"I gotcha." Marianne replied helping Mackenzie to her feet up. The redheads's legs wobbled beneath her, her knees threatening to buckle as she stood, her eyes still fixed on the sea of faces staring back at her. Both girls' faces burned with embarrassment as Marianne ushered Mackenzie towards the car, the door still hanging open from Mackenzie's earlier escape. A group of onlookers in the way. Marianne stared down the crowd with a mixture of anger and warning, practically daring anyone to make a comment. The onlookers, sensing the tension, parted to let them through, but their eyes remained fixed on the naked redhead. Mackenzie's legs trembled beneath her,a refuge from her most recent humiliation. It would be a few days before she saw the pictures on socials eand discovered what she had done to that poor snowman. Mackenzie collapsed onto the seat, her body sagging in relief as Marianne slammed the door shut behind her.