No, she had to take the sweater off almost immediately

This time Mackenzie couldn't even make it 60 seconds. It felt like each time she put the uncomfortable sweater back on the discomfort had gotten even more intense! Mackenzie whipped her head around, desperately looking for another building to duck into. But the nearest one was still almost a minute away.

With her skin screaming at her, Mackenzie settled on a Plan B. There was a small snowbank a few feet to her side. She could climb behind that and take the sweater off briefly. That way she'd be out of view if anyone walked by on the walkway.

She took two steps up the ramp of packed snow before things went wrong. The snow fell out from under her boots, sending Mackenzie crashing down. It hadn't been a pile of pure snow beneath her, it was a bush! The prickly edges dug into Mackenzie's legs and ass, her leggings doing virtually nothing to shield her skin. The barbs poked at her fair skin and dug into the black fabric she wore.

"AHH!" the redhead yelped at the sudden pain. She tried to scramble forward, getting her body off the bush. Several separate ripping sounds could be heard as Mackenzie tumbled forward into the snow. All over her legs the thin fabric of the leggings ripped and tore. The greedy bush kept more than half of the black fabric, meaning Mackenzie's bare skin came into contact with the snow when she landed. She suppressed a yelp that time, if only barely, and staggered back to her feet.

Even among the new stinging pains along her legs, Mackenzie's mind was still focused on the hellish discomfort of her borrowed sweater. She yanked it off her body once again, baring her breasts to the cold winter air. The sudden lack of itching felt amazing, and Mackenzie savored it for a few silent seconds before turning her attention to her lower half.

The topless girl gasped when she saw the state of her leggings. The bush had torn them to absolute shreds! The majority of the fabric was still ensnared in the bush, and the other remaining scraps were already being carried away by the cold winds. The only remaining fabric still on her legs were a few inches along her calves. There wasn't so much as an inch of fabric left to shield Mackenzie's pussy from the world. And with her sweater clutched in her hand, the only things she still wore were her hat, gloves, and boots. Mackenzie was essentially naked!

The exposed girl shivered as the cold winter air blew past her and the snow continued to fall.

"I n-need to get inside," Mackenzie said to herself, her teeth beginning to chatter.

Mackenzie pulled the sweater back on, already hating herself for doing so. Then the bottomless girl climbed back onto the (thankfully deserted) path through campus and headed for the closest building. Her gloved hands covered her pussy as she ran.

It was thankfully only a minute later when Mackenzie burst into another academic building. She was glad to be out of the cold, but was even more **** to relieve her torso from the torment it was enduring. For what felt like the hundredth time, she pulled the tan shirt off her body.

"I've just about had it with you!" she growled at the inconspicuous garment. If it hadn't been borrowed, Mackenzie would seriously have considered throwing the cursed thing out! She'd have to ask Ashley what the hell this thing was made out of when she got back.

With her only real form of modesty in her hand, the naked redhead began nervously wandering through the building. Ideally, she could cut right through to the other side. The less Mackenzie had to brave the cold, now sans clothes, the better.