My Mother's sister and husband raised me as I lost both parents at the age of four.
Growing up was difficult for me wondering what my parents were like. My Aunt and Uncle were wonderful to me, taking care of me and ensuring I had everything I needed. I went through puberty gracefully with the support of my Aunt and she tastefully exposed me to the facts of life. She especially place emphasis on males and what they would try to do to you, or, have me do to them. At first I was puzzled by all of that physical contact, about penises becoming rigid and erect and the exchange of bodily fluids. After I had thought about it awhile I decided that I did not want anything to do with a male and I could believe my Uncle could or would engage in such a manner. As a result I turned down every opportunity to be alone with a male and only had girlfriends through my teen years. Some of the girls I liked a lot, it was just nice to be around them. Most of the girls I knew had boyfriends, most of them were in some form of a physical/sexual relationship. I still could not bring myself to be alone with a male.
I had masturbated regularly since my early teens with advice from Aunt, she told me that the practice would release any tension that I had built up in me. She said it was normal for girls to do that and that she still masturbated frequently if she was alone. She ever really told me what she did with my Uncle, saying that was a private matter between him and her.
During sleepovers I had with other girls, I participated in mutual masturbation with several girls and a few of us munched each others carpet. So, as a result, I assumed I was a lesbian.
Obviously, my Aunt and Uncle had noticed that I had little to do with the male counterpart and that I was always around the female gender. They were disturbed by this fact but were understanding.
When I was nineteen my Uncle arranged for a guy that was twenty two to come over to our house to do some remodelling work in our kitchen. He was tall, lean and handsome. I watched him work for hours at a time and was admiring him, I had never had feelings like this inside of me before. We were alone in the house and we were talking and I noticed the bulge in his pants.
I don't know why, all of a sudden I asked him if he was getting an erection. He shook his head Yes and smiled. He then came over to me and asked me to feel it. I said I would, but only if I could see it. He pulled down his pants and there it stood at attention in all of its glory. His penis was beautiful. I placed both of my hands on it and stroked him gently, he showed me how to move my hands back and forth, and in seconds he released his cum all over the front of my T-shirt.
That was my first experience with a male.