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

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

... Campbell - Frank, of course. I assume there is some kind of campus pastor up there?"

Tami shrugged, feeling like an idiot for not knowing. But in fact this was another thing she had never thought about.

"Well, then . . ." Father George leaned closer and looked Tami right in the eye. "You have faith, and faith is very precious. But I don't think you can make it alone. Find someone else up there who is a religious person and has faith, I don't mean another nudist, but someone who has their own religious convictions and can respect yours."

Tami looked down. Here is another guy who has totally misunderstood my situation but at least he touched on one thing that was right. I really miss having Rebecca around.

Father George got up. "Well, I'm done. You can reach me at the church if you want to talk. Don't hesitate to call. Also, don't worry about that Midnight Mass thing, I think I can even make Father Coubert see that you're not loony. He is kind of set in his ways, though."

Tami rolled her eyes and smiled. "Yes, I know." They both laughed.

Not caring if the neighbors saw, Tami stood in the doorway as she saw the young priest walk down the street. She looked in that direction for a long time after he had disappeared from view. She smiled as she shut the door. She was relieved to realize that she felt strong again.

The Unintentional Nudist VII: The Girl in the Mirror, Part 12 (Conclusion)

The rest of that Christmas break passed uneventfully and ...

... monotonously. After her holiday misadventures, Tami was actually glad to be bored. She got into a routine. While she was in high school she would jog around the block every morning and then do stretching exercises. Being naked forced only a slight adjustment. Now she got up REALLY early, around 5 p.m., to go on her jog. There was nobody up and around at that time. It was cold, cold, cold, but Tami was used to these quick outdoor winter runs, and it felt good to have the cold air racing through her lungs. As for the bruise on her hip, it only hurt for a couple of days, then it turned yellow and then it disappeared.

After her morning jog it was up to her room for her stretching exercises. She would do them in front of a mirror but now, doing them naked, she couldn't help but notice her pussy and asshole poking out at her as she did her splits. She just couldn't stop looking. Sometimes she would stop just to come up close and look at her open pussy in the mirror. Like that one time up on her bed, she would stretch her lower lips this way and that, coax her clit out of its hood . . . one time she even got her dad's flashlight and tried to balance it between her heels, aiming it up into her opening as she stretched her inner lips apart. No matter how she wiggled, though, she just couldn't get the right angle to see inside. She actually found herself envying her dorm-mates at that workshop who had looked way up into her with a flashlight under Dr. Congi's supervision while she was stretched ...