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

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

... about -- something about her college plans -- and the naked girl sighed, glancing down to make sure no crumbs had fallen onto her pussy hair, her feet tucked under the chair, her toes curling around the bottom post . . .

She was vaguely conscious of the phone ringing and then her mother said, "Tami, it's Charlene."

Shit. The drunk dancing. Tami excused herself and said, "I'll take it upstairs, Mom."

Sitting cross-legged on her bed, Tami decided to bite the bullet. The first thing she said was, "Sorry about last night."

"Indeed." The pause was depressing. Tami had really let her friend down. But then she heard, "I blame Liz and Dirk more than I do you. I mean, it was stupid of you to get drunk. Also stupid, let's face it, to go around naked. I don't get this nudism thing you're suddenly into. But they really took advantage of you."

It was a compact expression of Charlene's feelings, sounding well-rehearsed because it was. Tami was glad to hear the acknowledgement of Liz's and Dirk's fault, but still felt contrite. "I'm REALLY sorry about your dad."

"Well . . . I told him I was trying to stop it and he kind of believes me now. I didn't think he'd be back so soon. One must admit, the sight you presented him with when he came in was rather shocking." Charlene tended to have an almost upper-crust British way of talking at times, especially when she was trying to act grown-up.

Tami closed her eyes, trying once again to blot out the image. Maybe even worse were ...

... the pictures. "Whose camera was that?"

"I took it from Dirk's friend and pulled the film and threw it out. I think that was the only camera." This was a lie, told to make Tami feel more at ease. Actually Charlene had tried to grab the camera but Dirk and his friends ran out the door with it. She would keep trying, though.

Tami breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God the pictures were destroyed. "So how have you been . . ." It was a relief to have a normal conversation for a while. Talking on the phone Tami could pretend that she was wearing clothes.

A few minutes after hanging up, while Tami was looking at the ceiling, once again absent-mindedly playing with her pubic hair, the phone rang again.

"Hi babe," Rod's happy voice echoed staticky and distant over the phone.

A big, broad smile came over Tami's face. "Oh Rod . . ." She looked up at the ceiling, pretending he was up there, and her finger quickly went to her clit. "I want to fuck you . . ." a throaty giggle as she turned to one side.

Rod chuckled. "I miss you babe."

"Oh Rod . . . I miss YOU . . . you have no idea . . ."

A slight pause. "I've got a little friend down here that I'm stroking who misses you too."

Another giggle. "Maybe not so little . . ." Tami was getting turned on incredibly fast. Her finger rubbed and rubbed as she cradled the phone in the other hand and began to moan. A moment later she was saying, "Rod, I'm going to come for you . . . ohhh . . ."

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The Smithers family ...