Exposing The Secret

“Well, it is, isnt it? I mean, tucked away, private, hidden, and worse still, injunctions from parents and teachers never to expose it. “Sit nicely, dear……nice girls don’t sit like that.” 

On top of that, well, it leaks all the time, doesnt it? If not good, (goo?) then period blood. It’s yucky, and smells funny sometimes too. I mean, who’d want to show it off?”

Dani pauses in reflection of her pubescent years. “Anyway, when you become aware of a scent down there, it’s not like the scent it becomes is it? It starts off…I don’t know…like biscuits(!) well, mine did, anyway. 

But then it changed. I began to notice a flowery, musky scent that was sexy all on its own. I also found just spreading my legs lying on the bed at night felt….amazing. I knew I had this hole down there, right…and spreading my legs made me feel like I was opening this hole for something or someone to go inside…and the thought of having something inside me…wow….that really turned me on! 

Then there was masturbation. How gorgeous did diddling my clit feel? I did that night after night, feeling intense feelings down there like something was building….almost like bursting for a piss but different somehow. Not different enough to make me risk it…not at first, anyway. But I kept doing it nonetheless…pushing the envelope further and further…getting wetter and wetter until one day I pushed myself over the edge and had my first orgasm. Fuuuck! Talk about earth-shattering!”

Again, she pauses, lost in memory and reflection. Which of us can forget our first cum, eh? 

“Fantasies? I didn’t really need them to start with. Just doing naughty things..things I was told nice girls don’t do was quite enough. Spreading my legs, thrusting my hips…..that kind of thing. But then it changed imagined fucking…not being fucked…just fucking. Some nights I’d hear mum and dad doing it. I imagined mum on her back, legs apart, and dad putting his thing up her and fucking her. That got me off a lot. Then later, when I had boyfriends, I learned what it was like to be fingered. Not very spectacular, truth be told. Boys get turned on far quicker than I did, and they didn’t seem to know or care what a girl likes. I do remember my first oral though. For girls, for me anyway, it’s a huge thing, letting someone get their face up close to this wet, leaky thing between my legs. What if they don’t like my scent? What if I taste bad? I was tense as hell and scared too. But ohhh, the erotic sensation of a boy actually licking me there. I knew I was going to cum, and I didn’t care what happened. 

Sucking a boy off though….hmmm. I’d heard from friends who’d done it that spunk had the texture of egg white and tasted salty, so I practised by trying to swallow a raw egg. Big mistake. I gagged and it made me sick. I resisted giving a blow job for a long time, and unfairly. I enjoyed getting sucked off, so how dare I not do the same, right? So one night I decided I’d do it. I began to taste a salty taste very quickly and I thought maybe he’d cum already, but that was just pre-cum. When he did shoot his load….maybe my tongue was in just the right place, but he shot it against the underside of my tongue so it didn’t make me gag. There was far less of it than a raw egg provides, so swallowing it was easy. Yes, it tasted salty, but more than that. I was swallowing a boy’s cum….real…sperm. Inside me. I knew I couldn’t get pregnant of course. Im not stupid, but still….i had sperm inside me. For me, that was a big deal. Over time, I discovered that some boys I like the taste while others, not so much. 

But above it all, I became super-aware of my vagina….i called it my ‘sexy secret’. Walking around with a ‘sexy secret’ between my legs was exciting. I began to wear swim suits that were just a tiny bit too small. Small enough to make me trim my pubic hair. I loved the idea of boys staring at my crotch, hoping to see a hair or two, or maybe a camel toe. At the swimming pools I would sit near the edge, knees up, feet flat on the floor but splayed out so boys could see the outline of my lips. It made me so wet! Oh, and I learned that while pool lifeguards are quick to jump on boys fiddling in their shorts, they tend not to do that to girls…not even the female lifeguards. So wanking underwater became a skill added to my list of sexual activities. Pool jets? Yeah….who hasn’t discovered them? 

I learned boys want to know our secrets. They want to know what we do…how we feel….what happens when we get horny and what we do about it. Girls don’t just have a sexy secret between their legs, they have many sexy secrets. Ours to share as and when we wish. “ 

Ours to share, indeed.