The Girl in the Mirror (Part 1) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 1) (Englisch)

... and stern. "Young lady, just what kind of crap are you trying to lay on us?"

"W - what?"

"This whole nudism thing is a bunch of shit. You know, I know it, the Dean knows it . . . "

Tami couldn't look him in the eye.

"I don't know what kind of jollies you are getting by showing yourself off like some whore, but you are making a MOCKERY of the college. Am I right?"

Rubbing the soles of her bare feet against the cold sidewalk, trying to get some feeling back in them, the naked girl said, "I'm getting c - c- cold . . ."

"You should be used to it by now," he said dismissively. "Look at me. Look me right in eye!"

Tami slowly looked up with eyes full of fear.

"Tell me right now. You're not a real nudist, are you?"

Tami didn't answer.

"The reason you didn't want to go see your high school friends is because you didn't want them to see you naked. Right?"

Tami bit her lip.

"The same with that midnight mass. You're just as modest as the rest of us. You don't want to be naked in public. Right?"

Tami's shivering turned into shaking. Her lips were turning blue. A bone-chilling gust of wind blew across as the tall, heavily clothed man, swathed in overcoat, hat, scarf and gloves, glared down like a big hot angry bear to the shivering, naked girl. Like that time in the Dean's office, Tami was doubly aware of her nudity and felt alone, tiny, helpless, totally overpowered. The cold and the wind and the shivering made the feeling a hundred times worse. ...

... And though this guy knew the truth, as did the Dean, this guy was direct, hostile, accusing.

Part of Tami just wanted to admit it, end the charade, put on clothes, go inside and get warm. But to be expelled . . .

"Why exactly don't you want to go to that party? And why exactly aren't you going to church on Christmas Eve like you always did before?" Noyes was relentless. He was determined to break this girl. "Tell me!"

Tami didn't answer. She shrugged. "I . . . d - d - don't know."

"Well, Miss, I DO know."

Tami took a deep breath of freezing air and looked up at the sky. She pressed her legs together. "P - p - please . . . I'm c - c- cold . . ."

"Young lady, this visit ends when I say it ends. If you go inside now . . . I'll take it as a sign that you agree with me and . . . I'll report accordingly." Noyes's pauses were long. His words were slow. He was using the cold to torture the poor naked girl and extract a confession. "Now. . . in a few days I'll call your father on a pretense and work in a question as to whether you went to that party. And whether you went naked. You'd better go, young lady. And you'd better be at that midnight mass!"

Tami's teeth were chattering. She felt weak as the last of her body heat began to drain out of her. Her lips were now blue. It was getting hard to keep standing. Her legs started to wobble. She stared dully at Noyes's heavy coat. "Y - y - you'll be at mass?"

"Of course not, I'm not Catholic. But I'll have someone ...