Sometimes, it is as clear as day. I remember that first orgasm so well. I was 13, and only by one day. I had come home from school and felt irritable. In my room as I peeled my sweaty school uniform off I was disgusted at my own smell. When I took off the white cotton panties and saw the mess in the crotch I actually cried a little. I did not want my new body, particularly when it betrayed me like this. I was angry at the hidden thing between my legs. So I took a tissue and dabbed at the wetness with increasing fury. The more I dried myself the wetter I got. Then in absolute anger I rubbed hard, determined to dry myself. And I came. Long and hard. I felt so warm and fulfilled afterwards. I took my mirror and looked between my legs. Still very little hair, but my pussy lips were swollen and full and my clit was cearly visible. I gently parted my lips and saw my hymen. I could even see the small hole in it from where my new found periods emanated.
Over the next few weeks I would experience an explosion of imaginatory images. Imagined penises, being fucked, even being raped. Sucking boys off...everything I heard of.
But it was not a boy who took my virginity. One night I was in Claire's room at a sleepover. We always shared her bed since we were small. This night though, I felt her hand on my bare thigh and as we talked into the night, about boys, of course, I felt that hand travel up until it was resting on my panties. How long did that silence ensue? Probably only seconds, but it felt much longer. Then, she leaned forward and kissed me. In a second our hands were all over each other. And oh, with such desire and urgency! I let her peel my panties from me and felt her fingers on my clit. I kissed her, oh how I kissed her. Whispering encouragement and talking dirty to her. I felt her part my lips and the sudden sting as my hymen tore. Then the wonderful feeling of having something inside me as I cummed. For the next two years we experimented both in bed and outdoors with each other. Then Claire had a boyfriend, from that day we were just friends.
Now, I am what one would call 'bi'. I prefer women, but now and then I like the savagery of a man.
All those years ago. Claire, thank you. I love you.