Reflections
Inspired by about two sentences of conversation had in passing that I just thought would be fun to attempt to expand into a short story. Hope you like! :)
Kim stood there alone in her room in front of the full-body mirror. She turned this way and that, trying her best to examine her nude self from every angle, but then just stopped with a defeated sigh. She wasn't fat, necessarily, but she was a tad...curvy. And soft. She knew there were plenty of guys that liked that, but she didn't. She gave herself a few pokes here and there, feeling her own "softness," but that only served to drag her mood further down.
"Eh, since I'm naked I may as well," she said to herself, cracking a bit of a smile. She went back to her previous twisting and turning, only this time a little more whimsically. A little more...seductively. She struck a few poses and made a variety of exaggerated faces into the mirror. She waggled her hips, pressed her boobs together, made some kissy faces, and gave herself a playful wink or two. It was all rather silly, but it did have her giggling so at least it served its purpose of cheering her up well enough.
She grew tired of it rather quickly though, with no one to actually show off to. Well, no one except her own reflection. She gave herself one last look in the mirror and tried her best to make this one convincing. She lidded her eyes half way, leaned forward, and pursed her lips just ever so slightly. It all came together to be exactly the kind of sultry, seductive, alluring mix she was hoping for. Everything about it was almost too perfect, and as she stared at herself, the reflection just seemed to hang there in suspended animation, almost like...it was staring back at her.
Kim burst out in laughter. Pretending like she could be all provocative and thinking that her reflection was somehow staring her back was just too much. She stayed doubled over for a good minute or two before finally lifting herself back up to the mirror. But as she did, she could almost swear that the image of herself from before, with that pose and that face, was still hanging there. Still...looking at her. She took a few deep breaths and rubbed her eyes a little, figuring it was just from the lightheadedness of all the laughter, and as she looked at herself once more, the reflection was standing upright just as it should be, mirroring her perfectly.
"Huh, that's weird..." she thought out loud, giving herself a curious look, a look which the mirror didn't seem to share. She blinked a few times, then began to chuckle to herself, "Heheh, alright, I think you've been spending a little too much time in front of the mirror. That's enough for today." But even as she spoke, her reflection in the mirror just stared back calmly, a sly grin creeping over its lips and those same, lusty eyes from before returning.
"Okay...what's going on here?" At this point she wasn't sure if she should be more frightened or fascinated. Was she going crazy? Why wasn't her reflection matching up with her body? But before she could even ask these things, the reflection started to move again. Its hand started to wander, drifting slowly, slowly downward until it came to rest between its legs. Meanwhile, Kim just stood there completely unsure of what to make of it all, her face as much worried as it was curious. All Kim saw next was a twitch of the reflection's fingers before her gaze was torn away by her own sudden gasp.
"Ngah! What the hell was that?" Her eyes darted around the room. There was no one there, there was nothing out of the ordinary, her room was exactly as it was supposed to be and she was just standing there all alone in front of the mirror. Then before she could explore it any further, it happened again and she cried out just like before. It was coming from her pussy. It felt like something was pressing inside her, but as she looked around once more, there was still nothing. She was naked, and her hands were at her sides. There was nothing that could be making her feel this way...except...
She looked back up at her reflection and saw two of its fingers were buried deep within its slit, the sultry smile from before replaced with more of a cocky grin. Although the images no longer matched, the eyes of her reflection never left contact with her own as once again it began to move, starting to slide its fingers in and out.
"What the...What's going ooaaah!" Kim tried to ask before she was cut off by her own cries. Her knees wobbled as the sensations continued, watching as a perfect copy of herself stood before her, masturbating itself. As she watched the fingers pump in and out in the mirror, it was as if she could feel the very same thing happening to her. It was a familiar feeling, they were her own fingers, and yet somehow it still felt completely foreign and unnatural. She braced herself on the side of the mirror, starting to pant and feeling a little awkward on her feet.
"Wh-Why...why is this happening...I'm not even-!" but again her words were cut short, her reflection adding a third finger to the mix, spreading her wider than she dared attempt under normal circumstances. Kim dropped down to her knees and shut her eyes tight. Maybe if she ignored it, she thought, maybe if she just didn't look, maybe it would go away.
But that was far from the truth. The fingers splayed out inside her and forced her walls wide open, then pushed passed the second, and all the way up to the third knuckle. She moved back, further away from the mirror, and stared up at it. Its face never changed, its movements never faltered, and the wetness dripping from its lips mirrored her own all too perfectly.
This was wrong, she didn't like it, she had to make it stop. These were the things she kept telling herself as she laid there helplessly in front of the mirror, watching and feeling as the phantom assault on her loins continued without hesitation. She saw her own hand there in the mirror, diving inside herself, coated in her own wetness and dripping down onto the floor. She could even almost swear she was able to hear the wet, shlicking sounds of them sliding in and out. Much as she strained to resist it, she could feel a climax building, and it seemed as if the reflection could sense it as well, its smile growing broader and its movements only growing in intensity.
"W-Wait! Don't make me...!" But it was too late. Her body shook and rocked back and forth, an earth shattering orgasm quaking through her. Her walls tightened around fingers she could only feel and her juices splattered over the floor in a hot mess. As she laid there panting, gasping for breath, it seemed her final plea for mercy had fallen on deaf ears. After all, she was all alone in her room, with no one there but her reflection.