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

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

... red flag with the Dean? The eighteen-year-old girl, smart for her age but unavoidably naive, didn't know what to do about these questions.

Dr. Harridance looked to his colleague. Dr. Abu Jamal said, "Before we begin, let me ask, Miss Smithers, are you naked all the time?"

"Yes."

"Even when you sleep?"

"I don't use any blankets or even a pillow." Tami felt like a political prisoner giving a dispassionate rendition of her torture.

"What about your clothes? Where do you keep them?"

"I don't own any clothes."

"Don't your feet hurt, walking without shoes outside?"

Tami rotated one foot and looked down at the hard, upturned sole. "My feet are used to it."

Dr. Abu Jamal was clearly fascinated but also trying to restrain his curiosity. "How do you survive outside in the winter?"

Tami had a faraway look in her eyes. "I plan my trips carefully. I go fast and am only outside for a few minutes at a time."

Dr. Abu Jamal looked down pensively for a moment. Dr. Harridance shifted in his chair. Then the stiff, formal voice took over again. "If you don't mind . . ."

As Tami looked on in alarm, Dr. Abu Jamal stood up and put his hands on one of Tami's breasts. With a clinical air he felt it and moved it around in his hands and then spoke something in that foreign language to Dr. Harridance, who got up and started feeling the other breast. Tami sat up stiffly and stared straight ahead over their heads, mortified. She breathed in and out with a ragged ...

... breath.

Tami twitched slightly as she felt Dr. Abu Jamal pinching her right nipple, rolling it around and tugging at it with his cold, rough fingers. As the two doctors chattered at each other with Tami not understanding a word, they tugged and pulled at both nipples until they stood out, flushed and erect and warm from the friction. Tami could not resist the urge to look down. Her nipples were sticking way out and each was pointing exactly at each man. She closed her eyes. God, this can't be happening. In the back of her mind she knew that only worse was to come.

The two doctors stood back for a moment as Dr. Abu Jamal said, "Now please lie down on your back and spread your legs."

The shamed, naked teenage girl was paralyzed with fear, but only for a second. She tried to divorce herself from what was happening. Knowing what was required of her, she rolled back onto the cold metal table, sucking in air as she felt its chill against the length of her bare back. Keeping her eyes glued to the ceiling, she bent her legs and spread them, pulling her knees up with her hands.

She thought of being spread-legged in the dorm lounge during that awful sexual health seminar while Professor Congi described her most secret places to half the dorm. In a way this was worse. During the seminar her feet had been up in stirrups. But holding her legs open all by herself like this was much more shaming. It made it seem voluntary -- like she was a naked slut who liked going around pulling her ...