One of my early sexual memories.

My parents had houseguests. The husband and wife were friends of mum and dad and were relocating. For a month, they were between houses so, they stayed with us.

Lisa, their daughter was 16. I thought that was very grown up and she looked amazing. Taller than me and bigger boobs, but then, who hasn’t? When she was around her parents Lisa was a model of modesty and demure behaviour, but there was another side to her that I quickly discovered. 

Observation - surely the best of our senses, and one that can tell us much about others. 

I don’t know about you, but I’ve noticed that during puberty, girls, that is most girls, go through a phase where they are still innocent enough to sit with their legs spread, but can’t quite seem to keep their fingers off the crotch of their panties. Oh, and also, watch a young teenage girl walking down a street and I bet you will notice her glance down at her boobs from time to time. 

And why not? A lot is happening in both areas! Pubic hair is coming in, sometimes rapidly, and there comes a moment when it no longer lies close to the body. Instead it becomes springy, and pushes a girl’s panties away from her body. In my peer group, we called it ‘when your pubes go boing.” 

And it isn’t just on the outside. Internally, extra vaginal secretions are occurring. What was a barely noticeable clear discharge is now more copious, creamier, and stains your panty crotch. Plus periods of course. Boobs become hyper-sensitive. Painful, sometimes, and nipples take on a life of their own, and everything seems connected. Nipples make clits tingle, clits make nipples tingle and boobs go firm. Both nipples and clits make vaginas wet. 

When I was 15, I had a problem for about a month with constipation. But even there, there was an interesting lesson. Sometimes, a difficult visit to the bathroom left me with a really wet vagina. I was being taught that even here, there is, or could be, a sexual connection. 

But Lisa…..I noticed she was almost constantly glancing at her boobs. Oh they were bigger than mine, but then again, whose aren’t? She would look at them as she walked along and then give a secret little half smile. She would often have her hand up her skirt under the table. No, she wasn’t masturbating. It looked like she was just adjusting things down there, but I noticed that each and every time her fingers emerged from under her skirt, a few moments later she would itch under her nose….together with a firm inhale. 

Pubescent girls worry a lot about their scent. “Is it normal?” “Do I smell right?” “Will boys like it or be put off by it?” Should I use a vaginal deodorant?” Added to this, yes, some girls have a stronger natural scent than others, and the scent itself can differ while having a similarity at its core. 

Lisa had discovered her scent. She had also discovered that touching herself felt nice. I could have told her that! 

Some nights I would listen intently to see if I could hear her masturbating in her room. I think I caught an orgasm a couple of times. 

Girls also compare. So I noticed Lisa checking me out. Oh, not from any lesbian perspective, but more just checking out my boobs and generally looking at my body. I have no doubt she was wondering if I do myself, how often and what do I think about. Believe it or not, girls actually talk about this kind of thing too. I doubt that guys ask each other how often they jerk off. But we share everything…including if we have trouble cumming….there’s always lots of helpful advice. 

Remember at this point in my life I had become a panty sniffer. During the school holidays, which this was, I was denied my usual source of vagina, so Lisa coming to stay was fortuitous. That said, on the rare occasions I got into her room while she and her family were out, I found she kept it almost operating theatre tidy. It took a couple of visits to find she kept her laundry in a backpack, but once this discovery was made I got to find out what she was smelling every time that finger drifted under her nose. 

I was careful to put her panties back exactly as I’d found them. Even so, I admit, I stood in her room and masturbated with her undies a few times, and varied from inhaling her to actually cumming where her dampness was. There’s something incredibly erotic about having another girl’s wetness inside you as you cum. 

Sometimes Lisa would talk about other girls to me. She hadn’t, she said, done anything with another girl, but sometimes the thought crossed her mind. It may have been an invitation - I don’t know, but either way, I lacked the maturity or sexual development to indicate to her that I would be willing to help her out.  

I do remember tasting her on her panties though. There was a sweetness there that I have never found elsewhere. And I mean sweet as in sugary. She tasted of pure sex of course, and that gorgeous summer meadow scent, but instead of tasting….oh…how on earth do you describe it….slightly bitter…slightly salty…there was a pure sweet taste. Oh, and that vague after hint of pee that drove me crazy even when I was 14. I knew I could have “licked her out”, a phrase she often used, but back then at that age, I wasn’t certain whether I could let a girl…or indeed anyone….lick ME out. I knew a lot about other girls’ scents, but very little about my own. 

Sometimes, at night, I would have dreams about how Lisa’s vagina would look stretched around a penis. I would wake up in the early hours, soaked through and desperately desiring a cum. 

Complicated creatures, aren’t we?