Teenage Memories of Being Masturbated by my Girlfriend

My experience of masturbation until the age of eighteen had been entirely with other guys. I had often wanked with other boys at boy scout camps, in the changing cubicles at swimming baths, and out in the countryside. I had been wanked by older boys, and once by a complete stranger in the cinema. Maybe I'll write more about those experiences for Solo Touch one day, but this true story is about my first experience with a girl. I had met this girl called Julie at a dance and been attracted to her. Julie was quite small with pert breasts and an open and friendly face. She was clearly attracted to me, as she made clear when she snuggled up to me after a spell on the dance floor. She held me so tight that I could feel her breasts pressing against me as she gave me a long, deep kiss. I was a student in my fresher's year who had returned to my home town for the vacation, so maybe it was part of my attraction that I had some wider experience of the world. But the fact is that I had little experience of girls in a sexual way. Of course I had kissed girls and squeezed some tits inside and outside their bras - how thrilling was that? I had often wanked over pictures of women, but I knew very little about a girl's 'private parts'. I didn't have a sister, I went to an all-boys school, and this was long before the internet made images and videos of all kinds of sexual activity freely available to every teenager. The sexual photos that had so aroused me back in those days, did not provide any explicit images of cunts or pubic hair so the opposite sex remained a mystery to me. So when I began to walk home with Julie after the dance I didn't know what to expect. We walked for a short way across the parking lot and then she stopped in a particularly dark corner. She pressed herself close to me, and raised her face to be kissed, while her hands began to wander over my back and down to my butt. I realised that she was sending me all the signals that she was aroused and keen to go further. I took her to my dad's car that I had borrowed for the night, so that we could be more private. I started to drive to her house when I felt her hands on my leg, gently squeezing and stroking my thigh. I was so distracted from driving that I needed to stop the car as my cock responded by getting very hard inside my jeans. Once we had parked, I turned to kiss her, while my hands began to explore her young body. I felt her tits over her top, but was quite surprised when she helped me by undoing her bra and pushed my hands onto her bare skin. I could feel her nipples hardening, as we continued to kiss while my cock was throbbing and my balls were aching. When my hands stroked her knee I felt her open her legs wider, allowing my hand to roam further up her thigh until I found the top of her stocking and then the soft flesh below her panties. Her legs widened allowing my hand to reach that hitherto forbidden place between her legs. I was surprised to find her panties so wet and still more amazed as my fingers slipped under her panties and into her messy, moist smooth vagina. Julie gasped and guided my hand over sensitive inner labia. But my voyage of discovery was not over yet. Just as my hand started to massage the holy shrine of Julie's cunt, I felt her lean over to my crotch and unzip my trousers releasing my hard and aching cock. Julie knew what she was doing and soon had my cock in her hand and began to pump it with an expertise that only comes with practice. She gently ran her fingers over my shaft and then gripping my cock firmly she began to wank it. Of course it took no time at all for me to cum, making a very embarrassing mess on my jeans. I felt rather sheepish, even a bit ashamed, but I soon learned to enjoy Julie's manual skills. Julie enjoyed taking control and would always plunge her hand into my trousers at every opportunity, pull out my cock and massage it till I came. Once the novelty began to wear off, I started to resent the way she seized power over my sexuality and I asked her to stop. This seemed to puzzle her because every boy she had ever met had been delighted to be wanked off by her expert hand. I explained that I wanted something from more our relationship than being wanked-off. She realized that if she was going to continue as my girlfriend she would have to move to the 'next stage', and so began a summer when I saw more and more of Julie - literally - till I knew every inch of her body, and I learned how to please her. She still enjoyed giving me pleasure through masturbation, but she also enjoyed the whole-body massages that I gave to her. Indeed she would wank me while I massaged her. That vacation I learned everything about a woman's body through my hands and tongue. These massages always finished with my rubbing her cunt and then my tongue would explore her clit until she came with raucous shouts and a stream of dirty language. After I went back to college I never saw her again, but I owe Julie a lot, because she gave me my first real sexual experience with a woman. I wonder where she is now.