The First Time, Ever I Saw?.

Although I went to a convent school, mum and dad are not staunch, fire-breathing, ashes-on-forehand catholics. The good sister’s, however, as you might imagine, were. (Of course)

So…to them, it was decorum at all times. We actually had lessons in deportment, would you believe. We were taught how to sit as ‘young women’ even how to get in and out of the nun’s rickety old car without flashing our crotches. Knees together at all times. 

I’d already discovered the delights of spreading my legs in bed at home listening to my parents fucking. Even just deliberately spreading my legs was erotic. Then we had the panty-flashers club at school. Nothing like a bunch of nuns banging on at you to do something to make a group of girls want to do the exact opposite. 

I discovered my scent. 

It’s true, I am wetter than most girls are. My ‘normal’ level of wetness is enough to warrant a change of panties a couple  times a day. When I’m aroused, I get seriously wet down there. So, my panties were…indeed are always moist, hence I can usually smell myself. 

Girls always worry about whether or not they’re ‘normal’ down there, or whether they smell. No, believe me…we do. Also, in the normal run of things, you don’t get to see another girl’s labia full on. Even in the showers they’re tucked away. And labia can vary wildly. 

It comes as a surprise to most teenage boys to discover a girl has inner and outer labia on both sides. Those terrible diagrams in the sex ed books don’t really cover that, and no book in a convent school is going to show a variety of twats so we could see that, whatever we look like down below, we are all ‘normal’. 

The first time two other girls masturbated with me, we didn’t really stare at one another. We just…well..did it. The first time a boy got up close and personal with me was…interesting. He had no idea what a twat looked like either so, as well as the sexual excitement, there was a rather beautiful innocent curiosity going on too. He stared at me, (and you’ve no idea how that feels.) until I swear I thought I could feel the touch of his eyes on my most intimate part. Oh I was getting wetter my the second of course, which in turn meant my pheromones danced in the air! I saw his nostrils twitching as he breathed me in. 

Then, the most beautiful thing in the world happened. A smile etched across his face. A genuine, innocent smile of awe and wonder. “Oh wow, Anna….its….its….beautiful !” I’ll always love him for that remark. 

Of course we didn’t really do much more. I took his finger and showed him how to use it on a girl. I showed him where my clit is, and how I like it touched. I also told him some girls like it a different way. Then I directed him to push his finger inside me and explore gently. Ah, but I found I didn’t particularly want ‘gently’. Instead I told him to make a ‘come here’ sign which, of course, hit my g-spot. Ohhh yeah! Right there! 

I wasn’t shaven completely then, but I did keep myself hairless on my labia. (No girl likes claggy pubes). I wanked him off, of course, and got to feel his semen splatter on my tits and belly, and inhale that strange, metallic scent it has. 

The first girl I got up close and personal to had very long inner labia, completely different to mine in every way. I’m quite ‘compact’ down there, she wasn’t. Also, although there were similarities, her scent was very different to mine. The same musky element was there, but the rest was ….hmmm…ok…..imagine you’re smelling a bunch of flowers. You get the combined scent, right? Now imagine that you’re smelling just the roses. Well, THATS what it was like. I’m a ‘freshly mown summer meadow’ scent with a touch of musk. Lots of different flowers and that fresh cut grass scent She wasn’t. She was pure roses with a touch of musk. 

I was kneeling between her spread legs just lightly touching her and fingering her. (Very carefully since her hymen was still in place) She suddenly sighed. “Oh, I hope someone goes down on me one day. I’d really like to know what THATS like.” So I said I’d do it. 

First times of everything sexual are the foundations upon which we build. We do things for the first time, and it seems to me they get filed in the ‘Oh yes!” File, or the “hmm..one more time please” or “eww” but it’s not static, is it? Some things I thought of as ‘eww’ i. Now enjoy a lot.

Some sexual acts take practice. Anal sex being a prime example. To fast…ouch….not enough lubrication…ouch. Too fast too soon….ouch. You need someone who is receptive to your feedback for this to work. Oh, but when it does….wow! 

In fact, I take it back. To some extent, all sexual acts need some element of practice. It’s a lucky girl who cums the very first time she touches herself. 

Cocks vary wildly too. I have had amazing orgasms with guys who were not blessed with massive size. Similarly, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed nearly being split in half too. 

One memorable time, a guy and I had been talking about ‘touchless orgasms’. When people claim to have…oh I don’t know the expression…’thought themselves off’. He suggested it might be fun to fuck, but not move once he was inside me. Just stay there, motionless and look at one another. Well, you should know me by now, I’ll try anything once…or more than once. So, we stripped off, rather hastily and I romantically as I remember, and he climbed on top of me and entered me. He was, I admit, very well endowed and it did produce that stinging feeling. Anyway, once fully inside me, he just hooked his hands under my shoulders and we gazed at one another. For a while…nothing…..then I became aware that we are never truly still. His cock twitched, my vagina rippled and my cervix flicked over the tip of his cock now and then. We told one another what we were feeling and what we wanted to do. 

“Fuck, you’re big! I could do with you fucking me senseless right about now.”

“I’d love to, but…..hmmm I can feel you gripping me. Are you doing that deliberately”

“No. I mean, I could if you like, but no. I’m not.”

“Good, let’s just see what our bodies do.”

‘Ohh what was that?”

“I don’t know….i just felt my cock twitch…almost like it does when I cum.”

“Mmm it felt amazing.”

Some kissing followed and let me tell you, he was a great kisser. 

“Hey, I felt that”

“Felt what?”

“Something flicked across the tip of my cock.”

“I didn’t feel anything”

“There it is again! It’s like a tongue licking me.”

“Well, I don’t know……”

More silence, but I felt myself slowly…very very slowly….getting , well, pre-orgasmic. You know….that feeling when you know you’re going to cum.

Every twitch of his penis, which were coming quickly and far more strongly now, seemed to build me up closer. I felt his pubes against my clit and a moment arrived when I absolutely knew I was going to cum. It had taken forever, but oh boy…that feeling. It just built, and kept on building. 

Suddenly he said”Oh Anna….i’m going to cum.” And I felt those rhythmic pulsations as he ejaculated inside me which triggered one of the most deep, gut-wrenching orgasms I’ve ever had. 

I suppose our orgasms weren’t ‘touchless’ since he was in me, but there was no conscious intentional stimulation of any kind, just deep looking into one another’s eyes and some kissing. 

I do remember that as my orgasm felt like it was fading, I told him I really wanted him to screw me hard an fast. Bless him, he did and it prolonged me nicely. 

So I learned that a fast, frenzied fuck is lovely, but so is just having someone inside me. I’ve done the same many times with Emily. Just a couple of fingers inside one another’s eyes and and then stillness. In that stillness, we become more aware of the tiniest of movements…of her breathing….of her heartbeat…..of the wetness pooling in my hand…of her vagina gripping my fingers. Stillness, u til one slight unintended movement trips one us into orgasm.