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

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

... for Tami Smithers.

"I -- I slipped, I think." She really didn't remember it too well.

"So what happened at mass?" her father asked.

Tami thought quickly. She couldn't say she didn't go; her parents would surely find out otherwise. She decided to tell the truth, or close to it, and keep it short. "You were right. They wouldn't let me in." She turned and left, her parents looking casually at their daughter's bare butt as it bounced out of sight and shrugging to themselves.

"THIS is 'warm'?" Tami said, rubbing her elbows as she eased in to the passenger seat.

"Hard to tell in this weather," said Joe, his attention on the steering wheel as he turned out into the street. He had long ago learned to take his sister's nakedness in stride and was thinking about the video game he had been in the middle of when he had been pulled out of his room on this pain in the butt errand.

They turned into the church parking lot and there was no time to lose. It had taken forever to pry Joe lose from his video game. By now the 8:45 mass was about to let out. Well, this should only take two minutes anyway.

Tami sat nervously behind the wheel of the mini-van, looking in all directions for any approaching persons, as Joe got the jumper cables out of the trunk of the old car. With some difficulty he popped the hood of both vehicles and then connected the cables. He got into the old car and it wouldn't start, no matter how much Tami raced the engine of the mini-van.

Tami ...

... looked through the crack in the hood. Joe, that screw-up, had grounded the black cable on the live car instead of on the dead car. She yelled at him through the window glass of the two cars and, when he couldn't hear her, she turned off the mini-van and called him over.

Hunching below the window, she told Joe what was wrong, but her brother's ideas of how to jump-start a car were too rudimentary for him to understand what she was saying.

"Shit, let me do it," she finally said, bolting out of the mini-van as Joe got in behind the wheel. Nobody appeared to be around. She could do this in two seconds and scoot back in.

Unfortunately he had twisted the cables on so tight on the mini-van that when she tried to adjust them part of the battery terminal snapped off. Shit . . . shit . . . she frantically wiggled the cables back on and finally got them to where they seemed to stay put.

Over to the old car. This was a sedan, sitting lower. She had to bend over to get to the battery. Wind kicked up, blowing through the crack in the hood. In the midst of the whistling sound Tami could not hear the crunching of snow as people were coming out of the church, blinking their eyes as they emerged into the bright morning. They were still blinking when they saw the sight they would never forget: a naked girl bent over the hood of a car, one leg bent back and up to keep her balance, slushy snow stuck to the sole of the bare foot, her breasts hanging down and wiggling as she twiddled the ...