Mackenzie can't take the itch

Marianne yanked open the door, and a wave of freezing air smashed into Mackenzie's bare body. The naked bombshell couldn't help but moan in pleasure as the red and itchy skin was bathed in the cold air. Her face instinctively curled into a massive smile of pure ecstasy.

"Mackenzie," Marianna called, bringing the redhead back to reality.

"Y-yes?" the naked redhead asked.

"I asked if you're sure you don't need a jacket or something." Marianna asked. "I know your rash is pretty bad. I mean, I can physically see it at this point, but it is still freezing out here."

Marianna was right. Like in the library, while she enjoyed the relief the cold was giving her, it didn't change the fact her naked body was freezing in this weather. Goosebumps formed across her arms and legs as her limbs shook wildly independent of her will. Yet the idea of putting on even a light jacket made the young woman cringe in pain.

"I-I can't," Mackenzie replied. "It would be too much."

"Alright, well then, let's get you out of here." Marianne said before the two began their march across the parking lot. Still unable to cover herself, Mackenzie ducked down to make herself less noticeable as Marianne guided her, trying to make sure no one saw them. This worked fairly well they moved across the lot without incident, though Mackenzie's rash continued to bug her despite the cold airs help. Then, when they were nearly there, only a few cars between the ladies and Marianne's Camry, a large van turned down their lane and started driving towards them.

"Shit," the college girls cursed. Mackenzie quickly hid behind a nearby car with Marianne standing in front of her, leaning on the car's hood desperately trying to look natural. The van passed without incident, Marianne saluting it awkwardly like that was supposed to make her look less conspicuous and drove out of the lot none the wiser.

"Whew, well, that was close," Marianne sighed, wiping her brow. "You good, Mackenzie?"

In reply, Marianne heard a high-pitched squeal. She turned around and saw Mackenzie with her chest and stomach pressed against a car door. At first, Marianne assumed Mackenzie must be in great pain but then noticed a smile on her seemingly euphoric face. The metal and glass of the was ice cold, and the redhead was feeling some truly sweet relief pressing her tender bits against it.

"Mackenzie?" Marianne asked.

"Just 5 more minutes," Mackenzie pleaded in a dazed state. "It feels so goooood."

"Mackenzie, this is like scratching at chicken poxes." Marianne reasoned. "It'll only make it itch worse. Now come on."

Her friend peeled the naked Mackenzie off the car door, and, just as she had said, Mackenzie's rash started to burn even hotter. Mackenzie cringed in pain as the two ran over to Marianne's car. Marianne quickly unlocked the door and ran around to get to the driver seat. Mackenzie meanwhile opened the door to the front seat, only realize, to her horror, that it was a carpeted seat.

"Marianne," the itchy bombshell whined, imagining the pain this would cause to her butt and back.

"I'm sorry you just have to bear with it." Marianne said.

With a whimper, Mackenzie complied and tired getting in the car. The second her ass touched the fabric, it felt like Makenzie was sitting on a bed of nails, and she jerked away. So instead, she sat on the very edge of the seat, trying to minimize the amount of her ass that was burning.

"You ready?" Marianne asked, putting on her seatbelt. Mackenzie silently nodded, feeling like opening her mouth would cause her to scream, and the two drove off to the campus clinic.