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Cumming of age : by Scenario: Luke is a researcher in human sexuality engaged in a series of interviews with young women about their sexualawaking and masturbation. In this interview, Jade outlines the circumstances of her first orgasm…..(This story is purely fictional and any similarity with any living persons is purely coincidental. However, the story is looselybased on a true story……)Interview 1: When did you first begin to masturbate?I have always been aware of ‘nice’ feelings associated with pressure in the area between my legs. I guess myearliest recollections are from when I was about 12 or 13, when I always used to watch TV stretched out on the floor, facedown, cupping my chin in my hands. I was aware that pressing down into the hard floor made me feel nice and I would oftenalternately stiffen and relax my thighs to push my pubic bone deeper into the carpet. This was all completely innocent and in fullview of my family. I didn’t associate it with anything sexual and just liked the slightly ‘shivery’ feeling itgave me! I remember one particular time whilst watching a romantic film, with several soft lovemaking scenes in it, that my thigh stiffeningbecame a little more conscious. I also remember being glad that I was alone on this occasion, as I had a vague notion by thenthat these feelings were somehow ‘private’. During the film I waited for the kissing scenes and found myselfpressing down onto the floor harder than before and moving my hips slightly to exaggerate the grinding motion of my pubicarea. The sensations I felt definitely took on a greater intensity and I was simultaneously a little scared and yet feeling a lot ofpleasure. I also could feel my vagina grow wet. The sensation of my lubricated vagina lips pressing and grinding against the firmsoft-carpeted floor remains a clear memory even today.Did you actually achieve orgasm in this way?No! It was my first awakening to pleasurable sensations, but a long way from full awareness and sexual climax. I supposethese early feelings did lead me to other experimentation which, eventually, did lead to my first orgasm.How did you achieve your first orgasm?That was some years later. In the meantime, I had discovered the pleasure of touching my vagina lips with my fingers and,although this is embarrassing to admit, with other objects.What sort of objects?Oh, things like the handle of my hairbrush or the soft-bristled powder brush I had received in a cosmetic gift set. I used to goto bed with my brush under my pillow, not daring to bring it from under my pillow until I was pretty sure the rest of the housewas sound asleep. Whilst I was waiting, I would slip off my pyjama bottoms and play with my vagina lips until I felt the lovelysensation of my wetness beginning to grow. I loved the feeling of my little finger moving more easily along my lips as my vaginagrew moist. When I felt it was ‘safe’, I would carefully slip my brush from beneath my pillow and touch mywarm, moist vagina lips with the slightly cool, smooth wooden handle. This action would really send shivers through my bodyand, as I lie there in my ‘pre-brush’ fingering stage, I would often begin to crave the feeling I knew was ahead. Iremember one time being really angry with my Mum when she came into my room to talk, thus delaying my chance forpleasure that night!So you had your first orgasm using your brush?Wrong again! Although the brush touching was good - sometimes using the soft bristled one to gently ‘feather’my lips, sometimes using the hard handle to feel a cool, smooth pressure – I never came in this way. I did once insertthe brush handle a little way into my vagina and moved it around a little, but this was very tentative and, although I enjoyed it, Iwas too scared about putting something inside me. I did, however, learn that my sensations were much increased by putting theflat palm of one hand over my pubic hair, pulling upwards so that my vagina lips were stretched, whilst rubbing the handle ofthe brush up and down along my wet pussy lips. It was doing this that I first learned how the sensation was most intense at thetop of my lips, although at the time I didn’t know that this was where my clitoris is! You still haven’t told me about your first orgasm … although your descriptions are beginning to makeme feel a little hard and sexy myself!OK I’m getting to it! Yes, it’s amazing isn’t it how the descriptions of arousal in others leads to our ownarousal? Just recalling these feelings of early sexual arousal is making me tingle too!As you can imagine, by the time I actually ‘came’, I had been close on a few occasions, but I hadn’trealised exactly where I was going, even though several of my friends had hinted at some mysterious, explosive feeling. I knewhow to give myself nice feelings and wasn’t quite sure if I had in fact come, but not realised it! I had my doubts,however, as the feelings I had did not fit the description ‘explosive’.So …to press you on your first ‘explosion’ ..That was one night after spending the evening babysitting with a boyfriend. I had been dating boys for about a year and, bynow, I had made the clear association between boys and nice feelings between my legs! I had engaged in one or twobreathless petting sessions and kissing and pressing bodies had from the outset had a noticeable impact on that lovely warmfeeling between my thighs.This particular night, we were alone for several hours and the kissing soon grew pretty intense. It was also the first time a boyhad actually lifted off my top and taken off my bra. I’d enjoyed boys’ hands on my breasts through my clothes,but had never had the courage before to allow them to see me semi-naked. When he kissed my bare nipples, the sensationsshot straight through my body and centred in on my vagina like an electric shock. I couldn’t hide my excitement,especially as my nipples were hard and sticking out harder than I’d ever seen them. I was part embarrassed, but partproud, as I noticed my boyfriend’s eyes glued on my hard firm breasts and nipples. I was beginning to worry that Imight get carried away, but was really enjoying his attention with his hands and lips and eyes.He was growing quite urgent in his kissing and touching and we soon found ourselves rolling together in a full body clinch onthe floor. I caught the reflection of us in the blank TV screen and found my image– naked to the waist and tight jeanswrapped around his body – very exciting. He soon had his shirt off too and was forcing me down underneath him. Heput the weight of his body along mine and my legs wrapped around him even tighter. He began to push his groin against meand I could feel the hardness of his erection through his jeans. All I wanted to do was put my hands on his bum and press himharder into me as he began to move his hips up and down. He did once try to open the metal button of my jeans, but myforbidding hand soon dissuaded him. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel like ripping off my own jeans (and his!) myself,but I knew that, if we were totally naked, there would be no going back. I could feel how wet I was and was having blissful sensations as I responded to his thrusts by jerking up my hips to meet him. Icould feel the shudders and tingles building inside me and, for the first time, this was accompanied by a man’s handsand mouth on my body .…I loved the way he pressed my nipples into my ribcage with his forceful mouth and tongue. He suddenly stretched his legs and thighs really hard and pushed against my crotch with his erection really long and hard. I feltthe ripples of his orgasm go through his body and, against my open crotch, could feel the rhythmic pumping of his engorgedpenis.Did this make you come too?No …. I was getting very close, but my clitoris needed more attention and I was definitely not going to take off my jeansand panties! He disappeared off into the bathroom to clean up and I was left panting in the sitting room, aware of the headyscent of sex in the air. I was afraid that the couple I was babysitting for would be aware of our sexual activity when they cameback, so I decided to cool it a little. When he returned from the bathroom, we snuggled on the couch and dreamily watchedsome film I can’t remember, curled in each others’ arms.….but you said that this was the night you first had orgasm?Yes, but I said after babysitting. So what happened later?Well, the couple duly came home and my boyfriend walked me home. We spent some time kissing on the doorstep, but I wasimpatient to get inside and into my bed. After kissing him goodnight, I went straight in and upstairs. Everyone else was asleepand I was soon lying in my cool cotton sheets. My mind was racing with the sensations and images of the evening which, now Iwas alone and private, I could begin to savour. I was soon very wet once again and my fingers and hands were straight to myvagina. It was gorgeous to be free of jeans and panties. The feeling of release and naked freedom in my bed that night wasdelicious! I occasionally swept my hands across my torso and breasts, but I was concentrating heavily on my vagina lips. Myleft hand was pressed hard against my pubic bone and was pulling upwards whilst making small circular motions; my right wasstroking my soaking lips, first with one finger, then two, stroking slowly from bottom to tip, lingering more and more on myclitoral area. As I stretched my lips with my left hand, my clitoris became swollen and erect, begging for attention from thefingers of my right hand. I then focussed solely on my clitoris which was sending shivers of delight through me, sensation aftersensation building and building. By now, I had both hands pressed firmly over my clitoris, alternately rubbing myself fast andhard, then finding my clit with just one finger and circling around and over slowly and lovingly, imagining my boyfriend’skisses, his hard erection and his urgent thrusting……….Wow! You’re really turning me on now ….do you mind if I play with myself whilst you carry on?Not at all …. In fact, it would add to my own excitement… it’s becoming difficult to resist touching myselfright now too1Go ahead, feel free!….I was feeling all the familiar sensations, but this time there was an intensity to them which I hadn’t experiencedpreviously. I found that all I wanted was to touch my clitoris, occasionally slipping a little finger into my vagina and moving it inand out, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly and teasingly. My clitoris was really swollen, like a little hard button in mywetness. Pressing and rubbing there was getting me to new heights! I began to feel really deep sensations building through mythighs and stretched my legs apart, clenching my thighs hard to increase the feeling. Deep tinglings and shivers then followed,which seemed to stem from my clit deep, deep inside my vagina, filling my womb and spreading out into the rest of my body.My left hand was now stretching my lips really hard, forcing my clit to stand out from my lips. My right was working faster andfaster, touching, teasing, rubbing, circling, side to side, round and round…..suddenly, I began to feel slightly dizzy and mylegs stretched even wider and harder almost involuntarily. My mind was full of images of erect penises and, as I imagined malehardness slide deep inside me, my hips began to buck, lifting my bottom clear of the bed. I let out a moan of pleasure as Icame ….deep, deep come feeling spreading through legs and body, emanating from my throbbing vagina muscles, slidingthrough my delicious clitty and forcing my hand to cup and press my vagina, squeezing every last drop of sensation. Iinstinctively inserted two fingers into my sopping wet vagina, feeling the contractions of my orgasm clench against them. Myhead was spinning and I let out a series of aahhhs! of pleasure without thought of my parents sleeping in the next room.You knew you had finally come?Of course! There was no mistaking it! I just lay, panting quietly for what seemed an age, my body relaxed and satisfied, sayingto myself over and over ‘I came, I came, I came’. I was smiling to myself and loving the afterglow of theorgasm, stroking my body’s length and savouring every moment like a cat with the cream!