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

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

... was making its bloated way to the living room, stuffed with turkey and a dozen other delicious things. Tami decided to sit down on the floor, next to the couch. She had always been something of a floor-sitter, as gymnasts tend to be, and the old but still decent carpet felt good under her bare butt. She had been wondering during dinner whether her nipples were still erect after her little long-distance diddle with Rod. Also, whether her pussy gave off any leftover female musk. As she settled into a cross-legged position on the floor she also guessed that, though everyone was stuffed, it was visible only on her as the only naked person. She looked down and saw that her tummy was a little convex, instead of flat as usual. A naked girl lives with the knowledge that everything about her is noticeable.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to buy anything," she said, looking up at the gifts on the table next to the tree.

"That's O.K.," her mother said. "You're a scholar athlete with a straight A average, you've worked hard and you're excused."

The passing out of the gifts was its usual pleasant ritual. The Smithers family was small, and everyone got a gift for everyone. Tami got various little trinkets, a new watch, a new necklace. Of course, she did not get any clothes.

But there was one big fluffy wrapped gift for her. Her Uncle Robert spoke. "We know that because of your, uh, new lifestyle, we couldn't very well get you any clothing, but we thought this might keep you warm in ...

... your dorm."

Tami, standing up, unwrapped the big fluffy comforter and clutched it with bittersweet longing, feeling its soft warmness against her nipples, her tummy, her bare legs, knowing that she would never be allowed to keep it in her dorm room, knowing that Wanda or Heather would confiscate it immediately. "Oh, it's so nice," she said. She forced a brave smile. Then she diplomatically folded it and put it on the table, her eyes still locked on it as she stood naked in front of her family and aunts and uncles and cousins.

"I'm curious, dear," said Aunt Charlotte, looking over her bifocals, sitting and sipping coffee in her old-school-lady way, "how has being a nudist changed you?"

Tami looked directly at Aunt Charlotte and then down at her bare feet. This was a question she had asked herself many times. She could do nothing except give a serious answer. She tried to make a start of it. "Well . . . it's made me a lot braver."

The outburst of laughter was both surprising and irritating. This was a serious, hard-won answer, not a joke. But Tami decided to be a good sport and smile. She glanced at Aunt Charlotte and knew that at least her aunt did not think of her answer as a joke.

Late, over pumpkin pie, Aunt Charlotte returned to the topic. Looking across the table at Tami, glancing fleetingly at her niece's nipples which were visible over the tablecloth, she said, "What do your old friends make of you?"

"That reminds me," Tami's father said, "how did the ...