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

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

... She was thinking: my feet have gotten too big for shoes. And my body has gotten too used to being naked. It seems like I wasn't meant for clothes any more. I've got to reverse this process. I'm turning into some kind of wild animal. Let's see . . . 142 days . . . 142 days till my summer job . . .

. . .

The fire was warm and crackling and lovely. The naked girl, propped up against the bottom of the chair, sitting straight-legged on the floor, holding a pillow against her tummy, warming her feet that were extended out in front of her, daydreamed about Rod and winter and fireplaces . . . she imaged she was in a cabin in the mountains, and Rod, the man of the house, came back from town with snow on his coat and ski cap, carrying groceries. She would cut vegetables and cook burgers while he watched and sipped wine. Her cooking would be exquisite. Then after they ate they would lie down on a big fur rug in front of the fire . . . and . . .

Tami shook her head. Hanging out with her mother and father and their traditional marriage, she was starting to think like a happy homemaker herself. God, I've got to get back to college.

Still, the fire was nice. It was really cold out today, and her father had decided to get some logs from the little wood pile out back. She regretted telling him once that fireplaces only made the house colder by sucking air in through the cracks and all the hot air just goes up the chimney. Science can be a real spoilsport at times.

She looked ...

... out. It was mid-afternoon and starting to get dark. It didn't seem like it but the days were starting to get longer again. Two days to New Year's. What a year this has been . . . ! Good, and bad. No, make that great, and horrible. No, very very great, and --

The doorbell rang and sneaking a look out the window Tami knew it had to be for her. A priest. The Midnight Mass debacle. Time to face the fallout.

Tami could scarcely believe she was doing it but she went and answered the door herself.

He was very handsome, and young too. Pretty eyes that immediately caught Tami's attention. She made up her mind not to blush or to cover herself. When the door was opened, the young priest, dressed head to foot in black, stood face to face with the naked girl. It was like they were from two different races of creatures.

"Hello, Tami Smithers, I presume? I'm Father George from St. Mary's."

Tami bit her lip. "This is about Midnight Mass, right?" She sensed her mother approaching from behind.

"Yes. . . Can we talk for a couple of minutes?"

In a few minutes Tami was sitting across from Father George, who was sipping some of the Amaretto her mother had offered. "This is very good," he said. Sensing he wanted to talk to her privately, Mrs. Smithers went upstairs.

Father George's eyes followed Mrs. Smithers until she disappeared and then he leaned forward and spoke to Tami in a hushed voice. "You don't know this, because you weren't exactly lucid at the time, but I followed ...