Amanda awoke to pale sunlight trickling across the room. The reality of where she was dawned as her eyes opened and focused on the mirror that had brought her to Nathaniel. Thinking of him, she reached out with her hand. The bed beside her was empty, but she could still feel the fading warmth of his body that had lain pressed protectively against her own all through the night.
"Where are you Nathaniel?" she thought.
Her body protested as she tried to sit up. Muscles that she had forgotten existed screamed in agony, proof that this was not a dream. Her lips were raw and tingly, her nipples swollen. Memories of the passion of the previous night came back to her, shooting slivers of desire from her breasts to her pussy.
She turned her attention back to the mysterious mirror. Getting stiffly out of bed, Amanda pulled the sheet around her shoulders and walked across the room. She reached out a tentative hand and touched the cool, unresponsive glass. Questions whirled in her mind.
How?
Why?
She had been dreaming of Nathaniel since the day she turned sixteen. She had turned twenty yesterday.
Why?
Looking into the mirror, she parted the sheet to peruse her body. She felt like a different woman. Were there signs of her transformation? Seeing her swollen nipples, Amanda thought again of Nathaniel's rhythmic squeezing and felt the warm ripples of desire spread throughout her body.
The mirror began to shiver. Like the surface of a glassy lake it rippled. She touched her fingers to her nipples and an image appeared. It was Nathaniel bent between her spread legs, gently lapping at her clit. The image continued to play out the last nights passion as Amanda watched, eyes wide, pussy wet and aching to be filled, as Nathaniel filled her in the image.
Slowly the image began to fade until once again she gazed at her reflection.
Suddenly she felt a hot, hard body behind her. Hands snaked around her body and cupped her breasts from behind as hot breath warmed her neck.
"You are so beautiful Amanda." Nathaniel said. "Did you like watching us in the mirror? Did it excite you?"
Amanda leaned back into his chest. "Yes, it did. But how? How do I see this image?"
Ignoring her question, his hands roamed her body, touching her gently. Her skin was so creamy white it glowed in the morning sun. As she followed his exploring hands in the mirror with her eyes, almost mesmerized, he touched her nipples, feeling them harden beneath his fingers. Lightly grazing over her tummy that bowed out slightly, feeling the soft flesh. Circling round to cup the firm globes of her bottom, kneading them in his hands, fingers sinking into the crease then sliding around to dip down into the soft patch of auburn hair between her slightly parted thighs.
"Let me show you something else the mirror can do." Nathaniel whispered. He closed his eyes for a moment and the mirror began to ripple.
"Watch the mirror Amanda. Don't take your eyes off of it." he said as she backed up slightly to pull a chair before the mirror.