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

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

... house like a runner hitting the finish line ribbon, fumbled with the doorknob, and stumbled up the stairs.

In the bathroom the naked girl looked at herself in the mirror in the unnatural buzz of the fluorescent light and suddenly she was no longer watching a movie. She saw herself, a cheap drunk whore, a naked party slut, hair wild, a string of tinsel almost falling off one side, a Christmas tree ornament hanging from one nipple, a piece of thread from the other, "Merry Xmas" in smeared lipstick letters across her heaving tummy with a smeared heart around her navel. As she looked at herself she began to cry, holding herself up over the sink, holding her hand over her downcast eyes.

She abruptly choked back the tears and then, without thinking, turned on the shower. She stepped in and felt the chill of cold water and then suddenly remembed to start mixing in the hot. She grabbed the ornament and the string and pulled and pulled, stretching her breasts down and away, accepting the pain as if she deserved it. "N - n - n - nhhh!!" With a final awful pain her nipples came free and bounced back against her chest. Then she washed herself and dried herself about as well as a drunk person could and plunged into her bed.

She began to sober up. In her tossings and turnings there was a new kind of shame. She had been taken advantage of, sure, but she had allowed it. Nobody forced her this time. She had made a jerk of HERSELF. Dancing around naked, painted, ornaments on her ...

... nipples . . . And somebody had taken pictures!

Then she thought of Charlene's father. He had been almost like an uncle to her, but the memory of his outraged, reproachful glare was enough to make her cover her eyes with the pillow. She felt deep, deep shame, different maybe than that time in the dining hall when she had to look into the gleefully sadistic eyes of Henry Ross as she succumbed to orgasm . . . but mortification just the same.

After a while she felt a little better and in her mind she worked out, bit by bit, how she should have reacted when Charlene's father came in. She should have stood up proudly and said, "This is the way I am. I never wear clothes. If you don't like it that's YOUR problem." Then she should have calmly taken those ornaments off, bid good-bye to her friends, and walked out as if her pride were intact.

Yeah right!! . . . as if I would ever have the courage to be that way. On the other hand, Tami thought of the times in the past, at college, when she did display that kind of courage. Could she be that way without her dorm friends around? Maybe next time. . .With these thoughts the naked girl, her nipples still a little sore, finally found sleep.

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