Yes, several boys from her dorm

Mackenzie began her trek down the hallway, wearing nothing but a hat, gloves, and boots. Plus a nefariously itchy sweater clutched in her hand. The building, like the others, seemed nearly deserted. Peering into the windows on nearby doors showed her empty classroom after empty classroom. The coast seemed clear for now, so Mackenzie didn't bother covering herself. She just had to keep moving back towards the dorms. Although, pretty soon she'd reach the end of the academic buildings and have to face the five minute walk (or two minute run; she'd done both by this point) back to the dining hall and dorm buildings. There were no buildings in that gap, just various athletic fields and outdoor sitting areas. And Mackenzie was not looking forward to making that two minute frigid dash while naked.

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a voice approaching. Someone was coming! Mackenzie grabbed the nearest door handle and, finding it blessedly unlocked, opened it and scurried into the classroom. She didn't even have time to consider why it might be unlocked. For example, if some students had reserved the room to use for studying together. And that just so happened to be the case for that specific room.

The six assembled guys all gaped at the naked girl as Mackenzie draped the sweater in front of her breasts and shot a hand down to cover her bare pussy. The shocked silence lasted for a moment before the Mackenzie felt the rough hot sensation over her chest once again.

"Agh!" she cried as she, almost involuntarily, ripped the sweater free from her chest and let it drop to the floor. She fumbled her arm over her bountiful breasts instead, just as several of the boys before her began laughing. And what was even worse, she recognized them from her dorm. Most of them lived on her own floor!

"Streaker girl!" one named Rob said, "You really hate wearing clothes that much, don't you?"

Mackenzie blushed even deeper but didn't reply. She was too distracted by a familiar itching sensation across her chest where her own skin was pressing against it. It wasn't as intense as the itching was when wearing the sweater, but it felt uncomfortable all the same. It can't be... she thought. My own ARM makes my chest itch?!

"I dig the naked hat and gloves look though," another chimed in; Mackenzie thought his name was David. "Not exactly ideal streaking weather, huh?" This sent the others laughing again.

"Look," Mackenzie said, as confidently as she could muster under the embarrassing circumstances. "Do you guys think I could borrow something of yours to wear? Like one of your jackets? I'm trying to make it back to the dorms."

The guys paused for a moment at that, glancing at each other as if trying to figure out if she was serious. After several moments of silence Mackenzie figured it was a lost cause, her hopes deflating. Then, Mike spoke up. Because of course Mike was there. He always seemed to be present whenever Mackenzie was having an embarrassing misadventure.

"You can borrow my coat," he said, pulling it off the chair. It was big and thick, exactly what Mackenzie needed.

"...thanks," she begrudgingly said as she took it and wrapped it around her torso. It was perfect! Thick enough to keep her top half warm, long enough to keep her pussy covered, and even itchy enough to...

Wait, WHAT? Mackenzie thought as her chest began rapidly heating up in discomfort again. This isn't even wool or anything! How can it possibly be itchy too?! Don't tell me this is itchiness is coming from my skin itself!

"Will that work?" Mike asked. Mackenzie nodded as she tried to mentally fight against the rapidly worsening itchiness spreading across her chest. "Great, just bring it back when you're done with it and..."

He continued talking, but Mackenzie couldn't even hear what he was saying. Every ounce of willpower was being used to tolerate the rough scratchy sensation that was raging across her sensitive chest. After a few more moments she hit her breaking point. Mackenzie unzipped the jacket and ripped it off her body, throwing it back at Mike and re-revealing her nude form to the group of guys.

"I can't! I just can't!" she cried out as she bolted for the door. "I'm sorry!" she added as she stepped back out into the hall, leaving both the jacket and the sweater behind.

Mackenzie ran, boots thudding loudly on the floor as she went, and a few moments later she came to the edge of the building. She peered outside and could see the snow covered landscape that awaited her. She nervously draped an arm across her chest, preparing herself for yet another nude dash, albeit her coldest one yet. But then she winced at the discomfort and pulled it away a moment later. Even covering her breasts with her hands was beginning to feel too uncomfortable to bear!

Well, at least it'll be mostly deserted out there in this cold weather, she thought to herself as she sheepishly put one gloved hand over her pussy.