Day 10: Mirror Sex
Day 10: Mirror Sex
Bradley stood in front of the full-length mirror, her reflection staring back at her, but she could barely meet her own eyes. Laura was behind her, hands resting gently on her shoulders, the warmth of her body pressing lightly against Bradley's back.
"I don't know about this," Bradley mumbled, her voice low and a little shaky as she glanced up at her reflection. She had never been one to spend much time looking at herself in the mirror. Her short frame, her lean, almost boyish build—it never fit the image she thought people expected. She was too tomboyish, too rough around the edges, and no matter what she did, she never felt like she measured up to the standard of beauty she saw in women like Laura.
Laura's hands moved gently down Bradley's arms, a soothing, reassuring touch. "I want you to trust me," Laura said softly, her voice low but filled with warmth. "I'm not going to rush you. I want you to see what I see."
Bradley let out a soft sigh, her eyes flicking down to her feet, avoiding her reflection. "I've never liked the way I look," she admitted quietly, her voice thick with vulnerability. "I'm not... like you."
Laura's gaze softened as she took a step closer, her arms wrapping gently around Bradley's waist. "You don't have to be like me," Laura murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Bradley's neck. "You're beautiful in your own way, Bradley."
Bradley's throat tightened at Laura's words. She had heard similar reassurances before, but they never really stuck. Growing up, she had always felt out of place—too short, too boyish, never fitting into the mold of what people expected a girl to be. She had spent most of her life feeling like she wasn't enough. Laura, though—Laura was everything Bradley wasn't. Confident, elegant, poised. And here she was, asking Bradley to see herself the way she saw her.
"I don't know how to do that," Bradley whispered, her voice thick with frustration. "I just... I've never liked mirrors."
Laura's fingers gently lifted Bradley's chin, guiding her gaze back up to the mirror. "I'm not asking you to change overnight," she said softly, her voice gentle and understanding. "But tonight, I want you to let go. Just for a little while. Let me take care of you."
Bradley's breath caught in her throat. The way Laura spoke to her—calm, reassuring—made her feel like maybe she could. Maybe she could let Laura guide her through this, just this once. Slowly, she nodded, still not entirely convinced but willing to try.
Laura's smile was soft, filled with affection as she pressed another kiss to Bradley's shoulder. "Good," she whispered. "Now, just breathe."
Bradley tried to relax, her eyes flicking back to the mirror. She was still uncomfortable, still felt that pang of insecurity twisting in her stomach, but Laura's presence behind her was grounding. Slowly, she let her shoulders drop, letting the tension begin to slip away.
"That's it," Laura murmured, her voice soothing as her hands moved to the hem of Bradley's shirt, tugging it gently upward. "Just let me in."
Bradley hesitated for a moment but then lifted her arms, allowing Laura to slip the shirt over her head. The cool air brushed against her skin, making her shiver slightly, but Laura's hands were there, warm and reassuring, trailing soft touches over her sides.
Laura stood back for a moment, her eyes meeting Bradley's in the mirror. "Look at yourself," she said softly, her voice low but firm. "You're beautiful."
Bradley's gaze flicked up, meeting her own reflection. Her chest was bare now, the lean lines of her body exposed, but all she could focus on was the familiar feeling of inadequacy creeping back in. She was too small, too angular, too unlike the soft curves she had always associated with femininity.
"I don't feel beautiful," Bradley admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
Laura's fingers slid down her arms again, a slow, deliberate movement that made Bradley shiver. "That's okay," Laura murmured, her lips brushing against Bradley's ear. "You don't have to feel it right now. I'll help you get there."
Bradley swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as Laura's hands continued their slow journey over her skin. The warmth of Laura's touch, combined with the soft, encouraging tone of her voice, began to quiet the doubts swirling in Bradley's mind. Maybe she didn't have to fight this—maybe she could just let go, like Laura had asked.
"Close your eyes," Laura whispered, her voice a low hum against Bradley's ear. "Just for a moment."
Bradley obeyed, her eyes fluttering shut as she let herself focus on the feeling of Laura's hands on her body, the soft press of Laura's lips against her neck, the steady rhythm of Laura's breath behind her. Slowly, the tension in her body began to ease, her muscles relaxing under Laura's gentle guidance.
"Good girl," Laura whispered, her voice filled with warmth as her hands slid up Bradley's sides, tracing the outline of her ribs. "You're doing so well."
Bradley's heart swelled at the praise, her body instinctively leaning into Laura's touch. She didn't often let herself be vulnerable like this—didn't let herself be taken care of. But with Laura, it felt... safe.
Laura's hands moved lower now, her fingers slipping under the waistband of Bradley's jeans, slowly undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. "I want you to feel this," Laura murmured, her voice low and commanding as she tugged Bradley's jeans down over her hips. "I want you to feel how much I want you."
Bradley's breath hitched slightly as the fabric of her jeans pooled around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. She was completely exposed now, her reflection staring back at her, but this time, the discomfort wasn't as sharp. Laura's touch, her words, her presence—it was all softening the edges of Bradley's insecurity, making her feel less like she had to hide.
"Open your eyes," Laura whispered, her fingers still trailing over Bradley's skin, gentle but deliberate. "I want you to see yourself."
Bradley hesitated for a moment, but then slowly, she opened her eyes, meeting her reflection in the mirror once more. Her body was still the same—lean, a little too boyish in her mind—but Laura was there, her hands tracing over her skin, her lips pressing soft kisses to her neck, her gaze filled with nothing but desire and affection.
"Look at how beautiful you are," Laura murmured, her voice filled with warmth as she locked eyes with Bradley in the mirror. "You're everything I want."
Bradley's throat tightened, her body trembling slightly as Laura's words sank in. For the first time, she let herself believe it—just a little. She let herself see what Laura saw, let herself feel the warmth of Laura's touch, the way her body responded to every movement, every whisper.
Laura's hands slid lower, her fingers brushing lightly over the waistband of Bradley's underwear. "Are you ready?" she asked softly, her voice filled with tenderness but still holding that quiet command that always made Bradley feel safe.
Bradley nodded, her voice caught in her throat, but the nervousness she had felt before was fading, replaced by a quiet, growing anticipation.
Laura paused, her hands resting gently on Bradley's hips, her gaze steady as she looked at Bradley through the mirror. "I need to hear it," she said softly, her voice low but firm. "Are you with me?"
Bradley swallowed hard, her heart racing as she felt the weight of Laura's question. She understood what Laura was asking, the need for a verbal confirmation, to know Bradley was fully present and willing. Slowly, she nodded again, her voice finally finding its way past the lump in her throat. "Green," she whispered, her voice soft but certain.
Laura's smile was warm, full of pride and affection as she pressed a soft kiss to Bradley's shoulder. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice thick with approval. Her hands moved slowly, deliberately, sliding down to the waistband of Bradley's underwear. With one smooth motion, she slipped the fabric down, letting it fall to the floor, leaving Bradley completely exposed.
Bradley's breath hitched as she watched her reflection, fully bare now, her body trembling slightly under the soft glow of the room. But she didn't feel that sharp pang of insecurity this time. Laura was behind her, steady, grounding, and it made her feel like she could handle it—like she could let go.
Laura's fingers trailed lightly over Bradley's hips, her touch gentle but teasing as she reached around to cup her breasts, her thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow, deliberate circles. Bradley gasped softly, her body instinctively arching into Laura's touch, her mind already slipping into that quiet, submissive space Laura had been guiding her toward.
"Look at yourself," Laura whispered, her voice low and filled with command as her fingers continued their slow, teasing movements. "I want you to see how beautiful you are when you let go."
Bradley's eyes flicked up to the mirror, her breath catching as she saw herself reflected back—her body bare, her skin flushed, Laura's hands tracing over her in a way that made her feel... wanted. She had never liked looking at herself, but with Laura behind her, she saw something different—something softer, something desirable.
Laura's hands moved lower now, her fingers sliding down Bradley's stomach, grazing the sensitive skin just above her clit. Bradley's body trembled in anticipation, her hips instinctively pushing forward, seeking more of Laura's touch.
"Be patient," Laura murmured, her lips brushing against Bradley's ear, her breath warm and teasing. "I'll take care of you."
Bradley moaned softly, her body trembling as Laura's fingers finally slid lower, brushing over her slick folds in slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation was overwhelming, but Laura kept the pace steady, drawing out every touch, every gasp.
Laura's other hand moved back up, her fingers finding Bradley's nipple again, gently twisting each one at a time as she continued to finger her clit. "I want you to watch yourself," Laura whispered, her voice filled with quiet command as her fingers moved faster now, pressing more firmly against Bradley's clit. "I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come."
Bradley's breath came in short, uneven gasps as the pleasure built inside her, Laura's fingers working with perfect precision, coaxing her closer and closer to the edge. Her body was shaking, her mind completely lost in the sensation, but Laura's words kept her grounded, kept her focused.
"I can't..." Bradley gasped, her voice trembling as her body tensed, her hips bucking against Laura's hand. "I'm so close."
Laura smiled, her fingers moving faster, pressing harder against Bradley's clit, her other hand twisting her nipple in time with each stroke. "Let go," Laura whispered, her voice filled with affection as she watched Bradley's body respond to her. "I've got you."
Bradley's body convulsed as the orgasm tore through her, her muscles clenching tightly as she let out a soft cry of release. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, her hands gripping the edge of the dresser for support as the pleasure overwhelmed her, leaving her breathless and trembling.
Laura held Bradley steady, her fingers still moving gently over her clit, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until Bradley's body finally relaxed, slumping back against her. Bradley's chest rose and fell, her breath uneven but slowing, her body completely spent from the intensity of the orgasm. She leaned into Laura's touch, her muscles softening as the aftershocks of pleasure faded into a quiet calm.
Laura's fingers stilled, her touch now soft and soothing as she wrapped her arms around Bradley's waist, pulling her close. She pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Bradley's neck, her lips warm and reassuring as she whispered, "I've got you."
Bradley closed her eyes, letting herself melt into the comfort of Laura's embrace. She felt a strange sense of peace, her body still humming from the intensity of what they had just shared, but there was a quiet tenderness now—a feeling of safety that made her relax even further.
"You okay?" Laura asked softly, her voice filled with warmth and concern as she stroked Bradley's side, her fingers tracing slow, comforting circles on her skin.
Bradley nodded, her head resting back against Laura's shoulder. "Yeah," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with contentment. "I'm good."
Laura smiled, her hands still moving in slow, gentle strokes as she held Bradley close. She could feel the tension slowly leaving Bradley's body, her breathing evening out as the calm settled in around them.
"Let's get you out of here," Laura murmured, her voice low and soothing as she untangled herself from Bradley, gently turning her around. She reached down to grab a soft throw from the edge of the bed, wrapping it around Bradley's shoulders before guiding her to sit down on the edge of the bed.
Bradley sat quietly, her body still feeling the aftereffects of the intense experience, but Laura's presence, the warmth of the blanket, the softness of her touch—it all made her feel grounded.
Laura knelt in front of her, reaching for a water bottle on the nightstand. She twisted the cap off and handed it to Bradley. "Drink," she said softly, her voice full of care.
Bradley took the bottle, sipping from it slowly as Laura watched her, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. There was something so intimate about this moment—something so quiet and real. Bradley wasn't used to this kind of care, this kind of attention, but with Laura, it felt natural.
"Thank you," Bradley whispered, her eyes meeting Laura's.
Laura smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from Bradley's face. "You don't have to thank me," she replied gently, her fingers lingering on Bradley's cheek. "I'm just taking care of you."
Bradley felt a warmth spread through her chest at Laura's words. She wasn't used to being on the receiving end of this kind of tenderness—wasn't used to letting someone else take care of her like this. But with Laura, it felt right. She felt safe.
Laura stood, moving to sit next to Bradley on the bed. She wrapped her arms around her, pulling Bradley close, the throw still draped over her shoulders. "Just relax," Laura whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Bradley's temple. "We're in no rush."
Bradley leaned into Laura, her body still tingling but completely at ease now. The soft blanket, Laura's arms around her—it all felt so comforting, so grounding. She closed her eyes, letting herself just be in the moment, letting Laura's warmth wash over her.
"I never knew I could feel this way," Bradley murmured, her voice soft, almost a whisper. "Like... this cared for."
Laura's hold on her tightened slightly, her lips brushing against Bradley's hair. "You deserve it," Laura whispered, her voice filled with affection. "You deserve to feel safe. Always."
Bradley let out a soft sigh, her heart swelling with warmth as she nestled closer to Laura, her body completely relaxed. "I do feel safe," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "With you."
Laura smiled, her arms still wrapped securely around Bradley, her touch soft and steady. "Good," she whispered. "That's all I want."