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

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

... a moment one of the geeky guys was able to squeak out a room number and point, and Tami was on her way, striding confidently through the dark hallways.

The stride soon slowed into a cautious slow walk. The darkness and oldness of the place made it look like something out of a horror movie about a secret laboratory, a mad scientist, and weird experiments. She felt like she was in a past era, an era of lobotomies, electroshock . . . it was creepy. She read once about how in the early 1900's sexually active teenage girls would be given hysterectomies to "cure" their desires. Well she sure was tempting fate now, walking totally naked down these halls one day after a marathon fuck with Rod. At least that's how she felt, in these catacombs of a bygone era. As they passed her the men and boys in their lab coats -- they were all male -- stared at her as if she were the subject of their next experiment. She was horrified to actually see the words "Electroshock Room", painted on an old door in faded letters, though they were partly covered by a newer metal plaque stating "Intake". Her bare feet seemed to gather dust on the elaborately decorated marble floor. The body heat generated by her run through the field had spent itself and she realized that this old place was cold, like a tomb.

All these things combined to give Tami a chill like she never felt before. Her skin tightened up into goosebumps all over. Her nipples stiffened into little pencil erasers. She could feel the hair ...

... on her scalp and the tiny hairs on her back stand on end. She even felt like her pussy was puckering and drying up. Here she was, cold, naked, and alone, walking further and further into her doom.

The turn of a corner brought a belly laugh and the smell of coffee and a comment about the Boston Celtics and some other pro basketball stuff. She shook her head and chuckled to herself as she realized she was in fact at Campbell - Frank College in the year 2000. God, my imagination really runs away from me sometimes.

As it turned out the happy conversation was coming from Room 169, Dr. Harridance's office. Light shone out the open door into the dark hallway. There were four guys, lab coats open to show flannel shirts, sipping coffee and joking around a coffee machine in what looked like a small anteroom. She knew Dr. Harridance from his name tag. A dark-skinned, mustached man with salt and pepper hair, apparently Indian or something like that, with a friendly expression. She was glad to see some light and happiness around here and smiled.

"Well, if it isn't the famous Tami Smithers," another guy said. Dr. Patrick Pendleton, from his tag, tall and blond. Tami realized that the four of them were all doctors. She was embarrassed to realize once again that she herself did not need any name tag. Her nakedness announced her to the world as Tami Smithers.

"Welcome to the catacombs of medicine," Dr. Harridance said. He looked the naked girl up and down. "So this our physiology ...