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

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

... there."

Tami swallowed and felt about to cry. In her misery she began to not care about what she said. She expressed the defiance which, had she been thinking about her last meeting with the Dean, she would have remembered was a bad idea. "Y - you can't spy on me . . . like th - th - that. . ."

"My dear, I'm not peeking into your bedroom window." Another slow pause. "But when you're out in public you can't control whether someone wants to look or not." Another slow pause. "Why would you complain?" Another pause. "Miss Smithers, you WERE naked . . . and you ARE naked . . . and NOBODY . . . is forcing you to wear clothes. A real nudist would have no reason to complain."

In her dulled mind the freezing, naked girl heard echoes of similar words spoken by the Dean. She gulped again.

Noyes sighed and seemed to draw back a bit. In a calmer voice he said, "You are a religious nudist, Miss Smithers. You believe modesty is a sin. Well, be a nudist." Noyes took one final look at the shivering, blue-lipped, chattering, naked girl. "Now go in and take a hot shower. Merry Christmas." He turned and got into the big Lincoln and drove off.

With a quick look up Tami stumbled back into the house, ...

... passing her father in the doorway, who had gotten up to see why his daughter had stayed out so long in the cold. Tami ran straight up to the bathroom. She was under the hot water for a long time.

The Unintentional Nudist VII: The Girl in the Mirror, Part 5

Tami, having stood motionless under the hot spray, finally turned it off, continuing to stare at the faucets as she had been doing for a long time. She had long ago gotten warmed up and by now was sweating as if in a sauna. In the dripping stillness she continued thinking.

How do I get out of going to Charlene's party? Of course, that wasn't the worst horror. The worst horror was going to Midnight Mass. That was only a little more than 24 hours away. She closed her eyes, shuddering at the thought. Then she decided she was going to think only about today. One day at a time . . .

Mr. Noyes would find out from her father if she'd gone to the party or not. Well, so she had to go out . . . but she didn't have to go to that party. Tami smirked as she realized what a ridiculous hypothetical that was. Of course she had to go. Where else would she go, walking out naked into a cold winter night? It would have to be Charlene's.

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