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

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

... from her glass.

Dirk took a step back. "Your body and this tree are like two beautiful holiday decorations." He shot a quick dark look at a couple of girls who were rolling their eyes, but Tami didn't notice.

Tami smiled behind her glass. "Thanks."

Dirk looked at her for a second. "Let me try something." As Tami looked down, Dirk took a couple of cubes from the ice tray and brought them to Tami's nipples. Tami squealed as she felt cold points somewhere down on her body and when she looked down she saw her nipples, cold and hard and erect and wet. Then she saw Dirk's hands holding two of the big red glassy globe-shaped ornaments from the tree.

He was holding them by their threads, then tied them on one then the other nipple so quickly and expertly it was like he was a magician. "You are even more beautiful now," she heard Dirk's warm voice say. Tami giggled at the ornaments hanging from her nipples. It was the funniest thing she ever saw. She heard some other voices coming from further away -- were they arguing? -- but went back to looking at the hanging globes. I've got globes on my globes, she thought. Then she looked up as Dirk put a little section of tinsel from the tree onto her head as if he were crowning her Homecoming Queen. "Beautiful," he said again, as her face glowed with a smile.

A new disco tune came on. "Let's dance," Dirk said, swaying to the beat. Tami, still holding the glass in one hand, turned from side to side, making little steps with her ...

... feet, watching the ornaments jump and dance. She did not notice that Dirk had moved away. Now she was dancing for the crowd. What the hey. I feel good. This is fun. The downed the rest of the glass but kept it in her hand.

She saw Liz Apple squatting in front of her. "Stand still, Tami, let's see how this looks," she said, pulling out her lipstick. Well, well, even stuck-up old Liz Apple is getting into the spirit, Tami noted happily. It took some doing to stand still without wobbling, but Tami did, feeling the sticky slickness of the lipstick. She could make out the words "Merry X-Mas!" on her flat tummy. Then Liz drew a little heart around Tami's navel. This was even funnier than the ornaments. Tami giggled.

Liz backed away and Tami started dancing again, wiggling, shaking, turning around, to hoots and cheers that she could hear from afar. I'm so glad I feel good, she told herself. She saw flashes go off as people took pictures. Hey, I'm the star, she told herself. . . The cheers were like a miniature version of the thunderous applause she had gotten for her solo dance at the Black Formal. Being naked has gotten me liked and admired . . .

Someone suggested she try to make the ornaments twirl in a circle. She bounced and bounced but could only get them to go up and down. But then she discovered that she could almost get the globes to twirl if she squatted. She started bouncing up and down so that her butt almost hit the floor. Bounce, bounce, she heard cheering as ...