The first time I saw a picture of a penis was in the 7th grade. I was looking up websites about the changing body during puberty. My first period sparked my curiosity in puberty. A website popped up on the search engine that mentioned something about the penis. I could not resist my curiosity and opened the page. There were pictures of small penises, large penises and everything in between. Some penises were erect, some were not. I was so embarrassed, I immediately exited the site.
In the 10th grade, I read a question/answer page in a magazine that had a question about masturbation. It said something like, 'Is masturbation normal?' I had no clue what masturbation was (even though I was 16) so I searched for it online. I read about it on some websites which explained techniques and health benefits. I decided that I would try to masturbate.
The website I found the techniques on had small diagrams of each technique. The diagram showed a mini version of the vulva, including the clitoris, with arrows indicating which way to move the finger. I read up on the most common technique which was moving your finger across and up-and-down the clitoris. I signed offline and prepared to masturbate that night.
When everyone else was asleep, I closed my bedroom door and slipped off my pajamas. In my underwear, I reached one hand up to my breast. I had full B cups with small, pink nipples. I massaged the whole breast and found no pleasure. However, I discovered that it felt good when my thumb passed directly over my nipple. I cupped my breast in my hand and rubbed my nipple with my thumb. I instantly felt excited and tingly 'down there.'
I decided to move on to the technique. I got a hand mirror out and placed it on the floor. I took my underwear off and squated over the mirror (I didn't want to mess up and rub the wrong thing). I detected my clitoris and vaginal lips by lightly touching them. I slowly moved my finger up and down my clitoris. The movement felt good so I tried the left to right technique. This felt even better!
I rubbed steadily until my breathing became stronger. I thought something might be wrong, but it felt so good I did not want to stop so I keep going. The pressure kept building inside me. My legs tensed and relaxed rythmically so I was slowly bouncing up and down in my squated position. The wetness was steadily increasing. My legs tensed more and more until finally they stiffened, and a wave of relief came over me. I had had my first orgasm!
I stopped rubbing and kneeled down on the floor. After I had recovered from my orgasm, I cleaned myself up and went to bed. Now I masturbate all the time, but I will never forget my first orgasm.