Just One Aspect

I remember it like it happened five minutes ago. I remember the shivers it gave me….the dry mouth…the racing pulse….the excitement, and yet also the fear. Add to that heady mixture a liberal dose of ‘what if’, and you have it…..the very first time I opened my legs for a boy to touch me, 

Oh, don’t get me wrong….it wasn’t me tripping him up from behind yet being underneath him, legs spread, before he hit the ground. Oh dear me no!

We’d done the whole nine yards first…..snogging until our lip muscles were on the brink of failure….his hand on my left boob, squeezing and kneeding it like it was a lump of dough, and me not having any clue how to refine his technique. To some extent it was a grit my teeth and bear it. 

Then there was a moment when (to my relief) he let my boob go and turned slightly in his seat in the car and his hand fell on my knees, which were firmly together. Well…maybe not firmly, but they certainly were touching. Mainly, this was because despite his clumsy technique, I was being snogged and groped by a boy, and between my legs was a hot mess, and girls are always concerned that they might smell.

His hand made no movement of any kind, and I’d heard of boys who had a fascination with girls’ knees before. In fact, one of my more experienced friends said her boyfriend loves to ejaculate on her knees. 

So I took the initiative. I allowed my knees to part….oh, just by a couple of millimetres, but he sensed the movement, and there was the slightest pressure of his fingers caused me to spread my knees further as he slowly tracked up between my thighs until…oh, you know, it’s making me breathless to think about it even now…..until my knees were wide apart and his fingers grazed the wet crotch of my panties. 

For the first time ever, I‘d opened my legs for a boy. 

But it didn’t stop there. 

He had rubbed me through my panties but had succeeded in focusing on my hole rather than my clit. Nice though it was, it wasn’t enough and I knew I’d have to show him what I needed. 

I reached down and pulled my panties aside. The car seemed to become saturated with the scent of my arousal. He was also kissing and breathing into my ear which is a sure-fire turn on for me. Even when he came out with Multiple Miggs’s best line of, “I can smell your cunt.” all it did was turn me on more. 

I took his hand and guided him to my clit where he stayed for long enough to bring me to the absolute edge. But boys will be boys, and for many, getting their finger inside a girl is what matters. He slipped down to my hole and pushed a finger up me. Since I was holding my panties aside, I managed to get a finger onto my clit without him noticing and a couple of touches was all I needed to cum. 

But that feeling….that first time of spreading my legs for someone. 

And because of my sexual orientation, I was to get that feeling twice….once as described above, and once with my first girl. 

Differences? Hell yeah! Girls are super-critical of one another, and we miss nothing. If anything, I was more on edge, and certainly way more aroused when I opened my legs for another girl….especially when she made it obvious she was going to go down on me. That, let me tell you, was a real mixture of conflicting feelings. On the one hand I wanted her to do it more than I wanted my next breath, on the other I was terrified of what she might think of how wet I’d become, and of course my scent. All girls are nervous about their vaginal scents. (Scents? Yes, plural. The nature of your scent changes as you go through your monthly cycle.) 

Then there’s the appearance of it. Some girls’ vulvas are neat, tidy. Some look, and I can’t think of another word, ‘ragged’, with folds of skin everywhere, dangly bits, just…ragged. And then there’s the hole. Too big? Too small? Too tight? And the many, many different ways a clit can appear. Tiny? protruding? I knew a girl whose clit was huge! I mean really big. So, yes….we worry more with other girls. Oh…one more thing of course….taste. Believe me, there’s a world of different tastes. Again, they vary as a girl goes through her cycle. 

So….guys? Unlike us, your ‘bits’ aren’t hidden away. Do you remember that first touch of someone other than yourself? Was it another guy, or a girl? If you've experienced both, was there a difference in both ‘first times’? 

So tell.