Hide in the bush

You quickly dropped back to the middle of the building where the thorny bush was. Not wanting her to be able to see you as she passed the edge of the building, you got as close as you could to the bush without actually getting into it. You pressed up against the side of the building as Anne appeared at the corner. You stood completely still as she looked in your direction. You didn’t think she saw you; she made no move in your direction. You got a little nervous when she just stood there.

A short stocky guy stopped to talk to Anne. You used the distraction to climb into the bush itself. He must have seen something. Both looked your way. After a moment, Anne started towards your hiding place. She yelped as a squirrel darted out of the bush and past her left leg. The guy laughed. Anne growled and stomped off in the direction she had been headed.

The guy gave your hiding place another look and headed back towards the student union.

You waited a good three minutes before trying to get out of your hidey hole. You immediately regretted your choice of hiding places. When the squirrel jumped out of the bush, it shifted things around. There was now a rather sharp thorn pressed firmly against the side of your right breast. Looking down, you saw that it made a half inch dent in your soft flesh. It wasn’t painful, but it was obvious you weren’t going to be able to get out the same easy way you got in.

You had to twist your shoulders to free your breast from the protruding thorn. However, as you tried to actually back away from the thorn pressed against your chest, you felt a poke in the ass, specifically your left cheek. You turned your hips to avoid this new obstacle. That only drove another thorn through your blouse and bra and into your left nipple. You cried out and instinctively reached for the sore spot.

You felt your right foot slip. You realized that you had overbalanced. Before you could react, the thorn pressed against your ass broke. You practically exploded out of the bush. With a slight tearing sound, your top was ripped from your body. You rubbed the left cheek of your butt with your left hand. You used your right hand to massage your tender left nipple. At the same time you slid your bra back into place. That only made you more uncomfortable. The sturdy garment was pressed tightly against your injured teat. The strap on that side was hanging down below the bottom of your bra. While it was not an immediate threat of leaving your tits exposed, you needed to take off your bra to fix it, assuming that it could be fixed. That meant you needed to go somewhere else.

You reached in to pull your top out of the thorn bush. The bush did not release its prize without a fight. You had to move slowly and carefully to avoid further damage to either you or your top. You had limited success. No major scratches, but certainly a number of pokes and tugs that you could have done without.

You quickly ducked behind the bush as you heard the sound people approaching. It wasn’t Cindy, Larry or Anne. It was a reminder that you weren’t out here alone, that you needed to get moving. You took a quick look at your top. It was a mangled mess. You stuffed it into your pocket. Besides being littering, it would let the others know you had been there and give them a chance to start tracking you.

Giving the bush a wide berth, you headed back towards Fredrickson Hall. Even as you reached the street, you heard Anne’s voice off to your left. You froze at the edge of the street. Anne was standing just outside of the doorway of the building to your right. You could tell that she was talking to someone inside the building, even if you couldn’t actually hear what she was saying.

You told yourself that you needed to move. There was no way that Anne would miss you just standing there in the middle of the street. Even if she couldn’t run you down, she would be driving you to where the others had gone. For that same reason, you couldn’t go to your left. With Anne standing there, you couldn’t go to your right. That left either forward to Fredric Hall or back towards the rear of the student union. Fredrickson Hall was closer, but the movement in her peripheral vision might draw Anne’s eye.