The rough wool of the sweater causes some problems

Mackenzie had been studying for about fifteen minutes when she first noticed that her borrowed sweater was starting to feel itchy. The top was made of thick wool, and was likely meant to be worn as an outermost layer, not over bare skin. And, unfortunately for the redhead, there was nothing separating the wool from her skin. The rough fabric was scratching and rubbing all over Mackenzie's torso every time she moved, even if the movement was small. Every time she wrote something down, every time she turned a page, and even every time she inhaled Mackenzie could feel the sweater causing uncomfortable itching sensations all around her body.

It didn't help that the library was so warm, either! Maybe it was her proximity to a heater or something, but Mackenzie was already beginning to sweat slightly. And the sweat only exacerbated the itchy feelings on her upper body. The redhead began pulling at the sweater's neckhole open wider, trying to **** air down her rapidly moistening torso. When that didn't do much she began raising and lowering the hem of the sweater, again trying to cool her torso. That seemed to help slightly. But soon after stopping the motion, the uncomfortable itching would return. So Mackenzie repeated the process, this time pulling the front of the sweater up even higher. But once again the discomfort returned, even stronger than before. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on Mackenzie's brow as she squirmed in her seat. Just how warm were they keeping it in here?!

With all thought of her studies gone, Mackenzie lifted the sweater's hem as high as she dared. Any higher would begin to expose her breasts! Although, since she was facing a wall it was unlikely anyone in the room could see anything but her back right now. This time the itching seemed to come back as soon as the redhead stopped cooling herself, and Mackenzie couldn't take it anymore. She had to get this sweater off!

Luckily, she was still thinking clearly enough to stand up and begin looking for a bathroom in which to do so. She soon found it and hustled inside, finding an empty stall. Once safely inside, Mackenzie ripped the garment off her body. She deeply savored the cool sensation of relief she felt all over her naked upper body.

There is no way I can wear this damn sweater all day, she thought. She'd barely lasted half an hour in the itchy prison! But I can't exactly go back to my room for something else, and I'd rather not walk all the way back to the dorms to bother Marianne either.

The topless redhead contemplated her situation. Maybe the sweater felt so bad because of the hot room? It had felt relatively fine on the walk over to the library, so that had to be the cause! She could check the other floors of the library to see if they were any cooler. And if they weren't, she could always head to another academic building to study in. Mackenzie simply had to grab her things and make her way out of the library. But, as she begrudgingly began to slide the sweater back over her head, she felt her skin erupt into discomfort at its touch.

Mackenzie exited the bathroom and walked as fast as she could back to her belongings. It felt like a million tiny pinpricks were agitating her body. She haphazardly shoved everything back into her backpack and grabbed her coat. She could feel the sweat trickling down her back, causing a shiver to run through her body. Mackenzie began power-walking back the way she'd came, heading for the stairs. Her skin was practically dying for relief from the discomfort.

As she passed the restrooms, Mackenzie couldn't take it anymore. She needed to get this sweater off. Now. She burst into the restroom, dropping her bag and coat onto the tiled floor, and ripped the garment clean off her body, not even bothering to find a free stall for privacy. The relief was immediate, causing Mackenzie to heave a big sigh of relief. That relief was short-lived, however. Because she soon noticed that, not only was she not alone in the room, but the person standing at the sink gaping at her topless form was a boy. She'd accidentally entered the men's room.

Mackenzie clapped her hands over her breasts, her face automatically adopting a familiar blush and look of sheer surprise. She looked around for a moment before finding the coat on the ground beside her, and the topless girl wasted no time grabbing it and tugging it on. By the time the boy succeeded in pulling his cell phone from his pocket, Mackenzie had already grabbed her bag and the treacherous sweater. She turned and fled from the room, eager to get out of sight before her lucky audience could grow by the thousandfold.

Mackenzie headed straight for the stairs, stuffing the sweater into her bag as she went. Once that was accomplished, she threw the bag on and began zipping up the jacket, further bolstering her modesty. By the time she emerged on the second floor, Mackenzie was fully covered once more and beginning to calm down. She sat down at an empty table and tried to figure out her next step.

This floor didn't feel quite as hot as the third one did, but was still fairly warm. Maybe she could stay and continue studying here. Although, she'd have to keep the coat on at that point. There was no way she could don that abominable sweater for more than a few seconds. Otherwise, she could leave the library and start checking out other nearby buildings.