First Time With A Girl

My cousin, Robin was younger then me by a few months and was in the same grade as me, although she lived about 8 hours away.

My family would go up to visit every year. One summer when we visited she had really blossomed into someone actually cute, and not just as one of the kids. That was the summer when I hit puberty and really started noticing girls.

One day Robin came into the room I was staying in and started talking. We sat on the bed and we talked about random stuff. Then she got real serious and started asking me about boners. She had heard some of the boys in her school talking about them  and she was curious about what it all meant. She said she figured that they were talking about their "boy parts." Since I had a "boy part," she thought I may be able to answer her questions: What was it? How does it happen? What does it feel like? What does it look like? Do I have them? What happens when I have them?

I tried to answer all of the questions as best as I could without getting too turned on by talking about your "boy part" to a girl.

But as much as I tried to keep the conversation as clinical as I could, it was no use and I started getting an erection, the very "boner" I was talking about. I tried to be cool about it, but the hardening in my pants was getting too uncomfortable. I tried shifting around, squirming this way and that.  She began to notice, and it was no use in trying to hide it. I just reached in my pants and rearranged my "boy part" so that it wasn't pressing into my clothes and finally admitted that I had a boner. 

Her eyes got wide with a look of surprise on her face and she just said in an excited voice, "Really?" 

The questions came round again. Then the one question that caught me by surprise,  "Can I see it?"  After she said it, she must have realized what she just blurted out, because her face turned bright red and she said something along the lines of, "Sorry. Never mind."

But by then I was too turned on. I was anxious to show my "boy part" to a real life girl. So, I asked, "Do you really want to see it?"

Quietly she said the one word I was hoping to hear, "Yes."

"OK, I'll show you. Should I just pull down my pants, or should I take off all my clothes and get naked?"

Again very softly, I could barely hear her, she said, "Get naked."

I was so turned on by now it was all I could do to keep from ripping off my clothes. Off came the shoes and socks, the shirt, then I stood up from the bed and took off my jeans. I was standing there in my tidy whities. Her eyes were wide, her mouth in the widest grin, her hand covering it. She was staring right at my underpants, the bulge very visible. Then I placed my fingers on the waistband and pulled them down and off. She stared intently at my "boy part" standing at rigid attention, its tip pointed directly at the ceiling. She could not take her eyes off of it. I still had my underpants in one hand, and I tossed them to her.  She caught them and started examining them, even feeling around the fly. Then she turned her attention back to my "boy part."

I asked if I could see her naked. After a few seconds she nodded and started removing her clothes. When she took off her bra, her breasts were round and about the size of baseballs. I could not take my eyes off them. They were the first real-life  breasts I had ever seen. The others I  had only seen in magazines. Then she took off her pants and stood in front of me in her white cotton briefs. Then, just I had done , she grasped the waistband and pulled them down and off and stood there. I was mesmerized. She had a dark tuft of pubic hair about the size of a half-dollar on the top half of her labia. The bottom half and the outer parts of her labia were still hairless. (I only had a small amount of pubic hair, too, right above the shaft.)

We just stood there, looking at each other.

I could not stand it any more and I started rubbing my "boy part." Robin asked what I was doing and I said to just watch. I went and lay down on the bed and started masturbating while she watched. I just looked at Robin's naked body as I stroked. Soon, I knew I was close, and then it came. Spurt after spurt arcing onto my chest. Robin just stared. Finally she asked, "Was that sperm?" She had heard about it from the boys at school, and learned something about it in science class, but this was the first time ever seeing it. I told her that it was and explained how good it felt, and that I did it a lot.

Then she said something surprising. She said that she rubbed herself too. I never heard of that before: girls also rubbed themselves to feel good. I wondered, what did they rub, as there was (seemingly) nothing down there. She said she would show me. I cleaned up as fast as I could and let her lay on the bed.

She placed one finger about where her patch of pubic hair was and began to rub. It seemed to be in circles, then back and forth, going inside the lips, then the palm of her hand massaging the whole lips and back to the finger. She spread her legs apart and I could a little of what was inside, I could not quite make out what she was rubbing, but I knew it was somewhere in the front. The finger movement got quicker, the circling turned into intense and fast rubbing. Her breathing got faster, and every once in a while there was a sigh or a moan. The finger movements got quicker, the breathing harder, the moans more frequent and louder. Then all of a sudden, she jerked, let out a long moan, and her finger movement stopped. She lay there panting with a huge smile on her face then she got up on her elbows.

I could not believe what I just saw. What was she rubbing that would cause a reaction like that?

After that we both sat on the bed, still naked and she told be all about her "girl parts" and that she had something called a clitoris, and that it made her feel good. I only though she had a vagina and that was it. I never knew. She showed me, she spread her legs and then took her finger and spread apart her labia. I still had no idea what was going on down there, or what everything was, but I did see a small bump near the front where the lips came together. That, she said was her clitoris. 

After we got dressed, I noticed a little wet spot where she had lain, so I had a souvenir of that afternoon.

We both learned a lot from each other that afternoon  We learned even more later on.