The Girl in the Mirror (Part 3) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 3) (Englisch)

... door and surely someone would let in a naked girl on a snowy night. Christmas, no less. Of course, they'd think she was crazy and maybe dangerous. So here come the police again.

Her house was maybe a mile away. Tami gulped. I've got to make a run for it. I can do this. One mile, I can do it in maybe seven minutes easy. The exertion will keep me warm.

Anybody who happened to be on Chalkstone Avenue would have enjoyed the odd but enchanting sight of a beautiful naked young female human, her body in perfect physical condition, sprinting silently and efficiently with bare feet over the freshly fallen snow. But there was nobody awake at that hour.

When Tami got back to her house her feet were numb but she was not really cold, just winded and a little exhilarated. Her lungs and her mind had gotten cleared out by the cold air. She was exhausted and crawled under her bedcovers and was asleep in seconds.

. . .

Tami looked out at her brother Joe, who was sitting in her father's car (a rather new mini-van) as it warmed up. This was a fine, sunny Christmas morning, a bit windy, the snow from last night starting to melt but making everything even brighter. It was so good to be in daylight. Last night's misadventures seemed more and more like a bad dream. Today things seemed brighter and more sane.

Tami finished sipping her coffee as she sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the bay window. She had told Joe to wait until there was plenty of heat in the car before ...

... calling her out. Then they would drive to the church and, while Tami hunched down behind the wheel hopefully out of everyone's sight, Joe would connect the jumper cables to the old car and get it going and both of them would drive home.

The naked girl sighed with relief. Mr. Noyes must be satisfied now. I've gone to that party, and whoever his spy was in church, he sure as hell saw that I went to Midnight Mass. That must have been how the Dean knew to call the station house later on. It was hardly my fault I got thrown out.

She looked out at the houses on the street. I'm sure word of last night's spectacle will get around town. Well, I'm for it in this town anyway. Rod . . . Jen . . . Tami badly missed snuggling with her boyfriend, and even missed her daily session of tonguing from Jen. She felt much more at home at college than she did in this stupid old town anyway. She missed her dorm room. . .

Joe signaled to her to come out.

As Tami went back to the kitchen to put her coffee cup in the sink she saw her parents, just woken up, sitting at the table in their bathrobes, sipping orange juice. Her mother seemed to be looking right at Tami's crotch. Thenshe said, "Good Lord, how did you get that bruise? Are you O.K.?"

Tami looked down. There was a big blue bruise between her hip bone and her pubic hair. She felt herself blush, realizing how her body was so totally on display for anyone to observe. With any other girl the bruise would be hidden under clothes. But not ...