The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch)

... done but couldn't.

The naked girl, in the solitude of her bedroom, giggled and covered her eyes and stretched back out full length. She turned over, feeling the soft blankets against her breasts and legs. What the hell am I doing? she asked herself with amusement. Spreading myself and poking around in my pussy, looking at my own butthole. What kind of person am I turning into?

What kind indeed? Tami felt like a different person now. After months of being forced to go naked in public, denied even a scrap of covering, it was no wonder. There were the cruel humiliations, the Dean was out to get her, that creep Henry Ross was up to no good, but . . . well, the matter of cold, for instance. I've walked out naked in the snow, I've walked in sub-freezing weather that whole way to Rebecca and Marisol's new apartment, I've been naked when there were drafts . . . a normal girl would have gotten hypothermia, or maybe frostbite. But I survived. In fact I did better than survive. She thought once again of the fact that of all the girls in her dorm wing, she had not gotten sick once since she started being naked all the time.

And finding such true friends like Jen and Terri and Mayree and Rebecca and the others, that was a good feeling. And then there was Rod. And his magnificent dick. God, she missed college. She burrowed under the blankets. Once again she found her hand making its way to her pussy as she thought of Rod. After a few minutes had passed she was relaxed and happy ...

... and sleepy . . .

. . .

She was awakened by the hum of conversation downstairs and the smell of turkey. She looked at the old alarm clock. 3:30 p.m. Wow. She really slept!

She recognized the voices of Uncle Robert and Charlotte, and Jane's kids, who were actually her age by now, or thereabouts. She cleared her throat. Descending down the stairs into that crowd was going to take some courage. But she was a trouper. Tami got up and brushed her teeth and down she went.

"Well here she is, Miss Straight A Student," Tami's father said, leading the cheer. Everyone clapped. As Tami forced a relaxed-looking smile, she saw old Uncle Robert, whom she had last seen at Thanksgiving . . . and Aunt Jane, sitting next to her two kids, Preston and Amaryl . . . and Aunt Charlotte and Uncle Herbert, standing next to her parents. Her mother was back to being fully dressed. Everyone, it seemed, was wearing an abundance of clothing. And looking at her and clapping.

Descending the stairs slowly, Tami knew herself to be the star of the show. Listening to the clapping, she thought of how to show herself. There was one way of descending, like a Miss America or something, where you were in a way showing off your body. Tami opted for the other way, acting like there's nothing special about your appearance. She could not quite pull it off; she could not ignore the stares of her relatives at her breasts and pussy and legs and bare feet. She looked down and blushed, a blush that extended down ...