The little hand mirror she kept on the bedside table was red. It was clean from dust, nestled on a small cloth. Lily liked her mirror, she liked to look at herself and at others in it. Lily enjoyed the alternative reality that mirrored images projected.
As a child, she would walk around her house holding a mirror up to the ceiling, pretending she was the attendant on the shuttle in the movie "2001," or that she was walking on the ceiling with magic boots. She would do this when she was bored, tired of reading her books or playing with her stuffed animals. She embarked on many adventures with her mirror as a child.
One day while exploring the far reaches of the universe she dropped her mirror by accident and it shattered, scattering light slivers across the outdoor patio. A small sliver embedded on the underside of her toe and had to be dug out by her father. Lily carried the scar with pride, pointing out to her friends that she was struck by starlight and forever marked.
Her toe scar came in handy when she was older, when her playmates became growing boys with testosterone driven groins. Of course, a mirror was handy to examine and show off her scar. Lily simply held it under her foot, angled it so the light reflected off the white line on the bottom of her toe, and proudly let the boys look long and hard at the bottom side up of female sex appeal. And when the mirror was knocked a little out of range and angled up to her perky ass, she'd giggle and squirm a bit for show. If she really liked the guy and he was interesting enough, Lily would let him kiss her and feel her up a bit. If he started spouting off about space explorations and colonization on the moon and beyond, he could fly to third base with time to spare.
In college, Lily really began her explorations of the human body. First she continued her explorations of her own body. Her mirror was easy to use to look up inside her vagina and she became very familiar with her colors and skin folds. She really enjoyed masturbating and playing while watching with the mirror. It was a fascinating landscape and was never the same. Lily made it a point to try all her new toys out first and watch how her body reacted to them. She would then share with her dates the new toy, already knowing what it looked like while using the toy.
It was a constant turn-on for her, and a good way to jump start her date nights.
She met a young man on a date who grew up reading his parent's copy of the Kama Sutra. By the start of high school, he had gained firsthand knowledge of the female body and had a handful of honest penetrations under his belt. High school was his smorgasbord of sensual learning and technique practice. By the time he met Lily at the first campus social, his repertoire was impressive. His roomie titled him Casanova reincarnated, and the name stuck.
It was inevitable that he and Lily would hook up eventually. Lily became a repeat performer for the modern Casanova, an oddity. It was she who ended their explosive relationship. Lily took all she could from him, and then dumped him. He was beginning to bore her, and she felt suffocated from his constant ministrations. Lily had a novel of knowledge now, and she set off to conquer the city at large.
There was a bar downtown she liked to visit, a magnet for traveling businessmen and salesmen. They came there to watch the hot college girls serve drinks and dance on little platforms. The men came with small bucks in pockets and left with red-eye wonderment at the emptiness of their wallets and business pants' deep wells.
Lily liked to troll for new meat, as she thought of them. Sometimes she felt bad for the women, or men, who were left at home while these fine samples of commerce drank themselves dull as their cocks were full. Usually she found one or two who interested her, and occasionally she took one home with her for a night of fun and new delights. She really enjoyed herself when she found a fellow space enthusiast. By her senior year she had gone through most of the willing males on campus and sampled a few females.
One day she was walking through the park, strolling rather, under the tree canopy, and while looking up at the bower of limbs, ran into a young man looking down at a mirror he held as he walked. Lily was so startled she squeaked as she jumped back. The man was just as surprised but held onto his mirror and had the foresight to tilt it slightly to see the underside of Lily's chest.
It was a good day to look from that perspective. Lily had large boobs and liked to wear clothing that showed off her figure. The orange tank top she had on was tight fitting. The mirror showed off the twin peaks, jutting out seemingly into space, the blue sky twinkling around them. A small area under each breast was damp from the days heat, causing the material to cling around the base of each tit. The abruptness of Lily's movement with the surprise of another mirror walker caused her nipples to harden and jut out into space like rocket heads.
Kyle just stood there staring into his magic mirror, willing the world to just stop turning for one minute so this moment in time would freeze. He watched her twin rockets bob in space as her breathing rate remained elevated. He saw her face for the first-time upside down, as she looked into the mirror also. Lily took note of how her boobs looked from that angle, then how her face looked, and then she looked up at the person holding the mirror.
