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

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

... change.

She turned around and took a sip of the nog. "Whoa!!" she said, bugging her eyes out. "This is . . . not my aunt's nog!" She sat down next to Tina and continued sipping, legs crossed, flexing the toes of her top foot to the beat of the disco. She looked up. This was a living room she knew well. There was the big painting of the moon that Charlene had done in art class in ninth grade, pictures of relatives, a picture of Charlene's mother who had died about ten years ago.

Ricky Serra was the first to speak. "So," he said from his chair across the room, "Tami, how has college changed you?"

This got a big laugh which broke the tension. The first questions were about Tami being naked. When did she decide to do it? Where were her clothes? Didn't she get cold? Then it branched out to how she liked the college. Some of the others there were back from college too -- then there were those who were attending the local community college, and one or two who were a year younger, still in twelfth grade, and listening curiously to what college life was like -- and soon people were chatting with each other almost as if their friend Tami were wearing clothes like the rest of them.

Dirk Evans showed up back from college with, to everyone's surprise, his blond curls gone and a shiny shaved head. This perhaps was ill-advised. The girls in high school would pant over his sexy hair . . .but now he just looked like a lobotomy patient. "Hi!" he said, entering the living room ...

... with his hands stretching out from his ears to show off his shiny scalp. But then seeing Tami he laughed and said, "Wow! Tami Smithers, you certainly outdid me!" He approached and looked at her up and down, then at her face, and said, "Hi you." Soon he was sitting on the floor near Tami and, sipping egg nog and looking at her feet from six inches away, said, "Pretty toes," and began massaging Tami's feet. Tami leaned her head back and moaned. "Oh, harder, harder, more, more! Dirk, you are the MASTER!" At this everyone laughed; Dirk was supposedly the real lady-killer. It did feel awfully good, though.

More people came in. Some were pretty good friends of Tami's, but most were little more than acquaintances. People were standing up, sitting on the floor, taking up every available chair. It was way too crowded for this little house. In between the gabbing there was a buzz which was subdued but noticeable. Not having been present when Tami made her little speech at the egg nog, people were asking each other why Tami Smithers was sitting in the corner of the couch stark naked, with Dirk massaging her bare feet and toes.

Tami did not quite pick up on this, letting herself drift into bliss from the expert massage and the refills of nog that Dirk kept bringing her. Charlene, monitoring the party from her seat next to the door, was getting a little concerned. Some of the girls were starting to make little catty remarks about her naked friend. "So, Miss Perfect Gymnast Body has ...