It is Better to Give than to Receive

Of course he was referring to money which, like all priests, he wanted us to give (to him), but I took a different view. 

I was already an avid panty smeller thanks to my efforts in the locker room. I knew I was attracted to other girls, but attraction is one thing, actually going down on a girl is quite another..as is letting a girl go down on me. Oh I knew I wanted both, of course…are you kidding? But to actually get up close and personal to another girl’s vulva, or her to mine…well, that’s the next stage. 

Like most girls, I knew what happened, or could happen when I cum. I might squirt even if only a  little back then…or I might pee…even if I’d just been to the bathroom first, and anyway, just imagine - you’re getting it on with a girl, kissing. Touching, undressing, she makes a move to go down on you and you pull the brakes on, go to the bathroom, pee, wash yourself, dry yourself, and come back smelling of soap. Is there a better, clearer way of saying, “Hold on…I smell down there.” Or a better way of ruining the moment. 

I suppose, looking back on it, I was lucky since many girls in my year group shaved…if not fully (the nuns hated that) then certainly their labia - at least the nuns didn’t make us lie on our backs, legs spread so they could inspect us, although I’m pretty sure one nun would have liked to have done that. In Jesus’ name, of course, and to guard our immortal souls. (Yeah…right!)

Anyway, back to it. I think almost every girl who had begun to masturbate had also had a little taste of her own wetness. And like most, if not all girls everywhere, we were quite touchy-freely….hugs and friendly kisses abounded, and no-one used the word ‘Dyke!” As an insult…well…maybe rarely. 

So, yes, I’m avoiding it aren't I? Like most sexual exploration I seem to remember it started through goofing around. There were lots of giggles…lots of spoof “oh I’m gonna suck you off!” Followed by diving between her legs and kissing her panties which, now I come to think of it, added something to my previous panty smelling forays…..warmth. Panties that are currently being worn by their owners are warm, and warmth seems to accentuate scents. The girl concerned giggled and wriggled, but there were moments when I was focused in on her clit and she was breathing deeply. 

Of course, those early attempts didn’t result in orgasm, but it wasn’t long before they did. Thank God for the humble sleepover! Quietly slipping under the duvet, having the girl part her legs while pretending it was in her sleep and then kissing her there until her panties were soaked, and then, oh then….that night when I plucked up the courage to ease the crotch to one side and ran my tongue up her soaking slit from bottom to clit. We were all hesitant of anything going too far inside, but then, it didn’t have to. Thank God for the clit! Licking it, sucking it. Dancing with it, feeling her hands on the back of my head, pressing me harder into her crotch until she stiffened and came. Now I know the meaning of the words of the Carol ‘O Holy Night’. 

And when it was my turn? Fear? Oh yes…fear in abundance. But also yearning desire. One of my first experiences, the girl eased my panties off which almost stopped me cold. I didn’t squirt back then exactly - well, maybe I did a little, but I definitely flooded when I came, and panties were essential to catch it - well, most of it, yet here I was naked, with another girl kissing me…kissing my labia…kissing my cunt! The orgasm danced around me like one might dance around a fire on a beach. Getting closer, then backing off…closer, then back, closer then back until hmmmm something happened that made me lose control. 

You know, now I think I was definitely fighting it because of my lack of undies. Hmm….what happened? Why did I so suddenly lose it? Let me try and remember. 

Ohh yes! I know what it was. She had stopped sucking me for a second to say, “I’m wanking myself." Then she went back down on me and I came almost instantly. Why? Two things….one she had talked dirty to me even if only mildly, and two, she wasn’t just doing this because I’d just gone down on her…she was enjoying this…so much so she was doing herself at the same time. Anyway, I came hard into her mouth and I felt the change in rhythm as she lapped up my wetness. “Fucking hell, Anna. You flooded right into my mouth!” I mumbled a very real apology. “Are you kidding? That was really sexy!” 

Of the five girls I had some kind of sexual encounter with in my teens, all now think of themselves as straight now, and three are married…not that that means anything when it comes to sexuality really. 

Fooling around. Talking to friends from school, so many of them had their first real sexual encounters like this. Here are a few of them. 

“I was goofing around by the lake with my friend. We’d been skinny dipping and were just taking the Micky out of each other. I don’t know how or why but we started wrestling and we got our legs entwined. My mound against her thigh, her mound against mine. Somehow the fooling around changed and we were rubbing  against each other and we both came. Her first, then me. We only did it once and never spoke about it again.” 

“I was at a sleepover and well, you know how these things go, scary stories became sexy stories. I was so horny! I guess she was too because she took my hand and placed it on her crotch. I could feel how wet she was - right through her panties - and it was obvious she wanted me to rub her off. I rolled on my side to face her and slipped my hand into her panties and made her cum. Then she did the same for me. We did it every time we had a sleepover unless there were other girls there.” 

“I got caught sniffing my BFF’s panties. I was mortified! But she just came over and kissed me and asked if I’d like to smell the real thing. It kinda went from there.” 

“Me? Yeah, I’ve had an experience with another girl. Actually it was a fight. She’d fucked me off and I went for her. She really thought she was something - a real bitch - a real queen bee. Anyway, she just pressed my button this one time and I let loose on her. Turns out her mouth wasn’t backed up by her fighting…she could talk the talk, but not walk the walk. Anyway, I ended up astride her slapping her round the face. I remember feeling weird between my legs and I guess her mound was pressing against me…or it may have been excitement that I'd beaten the bitch in front of her friends. Anyway, from white hot rage, I suddenly felt like I was gonna cum and as soon as I realised that, I did cum into my panties. I managed to hide it with the exertion of the scrap but it was a very big orgasm. Afterwards, I had to ditch my undies because of the mess they were in. I was angry as fuck with her because I’d cum…I didn’t want a bitch like her anywhere in my pleasuredome!” 

And lastly, a boy.

“Oh dear, yes, well….you’ll know all about the horrors of the spontaneous erection I suppose. (Oh yes…I’ve caused a few in my time). Well, being gay and being muscled and very good at rugby, and being in a communal bath with 14 other equally ripped guys doesn’t help. Oddly, spontaneous hard-ons aren’t that unusual, especially if you’ve just won an important game. Flicking one another’s cocks is just something guys do - at least in my team. This one time, we’d just won the under 16s championship from an almost impossible position, so we were really full of it., I got my usual hard-on as did some other guys. We were all jumping up and down in the bath and someone was right next to me with my cock against his bum cheeks and….well… the unthinkable happened. I felt myself about to cum. At one point there was some shoving and he pressed back against me. Oh I was never in any danger of..entering…him, just between the crack of his bum. Anyway, I came. I have to admit, it felt really good to cum up against him like that, but he would have beaten the crap out of me if he had known.” 

I wonder if girls experiment more openly than guys? I know guys do experiment sexually - I’ve heard stories of good friends ‘doing rudies‘ together so maybe they do it as much as we do, but I’ve also heard of a distinct polarisation when a guy suddenly puts all that wonderful innocent exploration behind him, identifies as straight, and that’s that. I think maybe we are less compartmentalised than that. I know of ‘straight’ women who, from time to time stop off at the isle of Lesbos for a little sapphic delight, yet vehemently deny that they are bi-sexual.

Even my wife Emily, although she identifies as lesbian, isn’t averse to a little cock now and then. I know she does it to please me, but there is no denying she enjoys the experience.