Time of the Month

I lie on my back, knees up and flopped aside and I have a tampon in my hand. There is something so special, so uniquely feminine about this time of the month. I was so proud when I got my first period at 13, and also so pissed when I found I couldn’t use tampons immediately. But now, I position it at my hole, holding up the string tight and I push it slowly inside me, feeling it grip slightly, curve along with the shape of my body, and it even presses my g spot a little. (I have tried to put one in with a very full bladder, becuase that amplifies the feeling, but the physics of it don’t work.) I've got it all the way in now, and part of my finger is inside me as well.  I remember something. The first time a guy didn’t run for the hills when I told him he’d lucked out.  Simon was someone I met during my exchange year at Cambridge. He was actually (mainly) gay.....if that’s possible.....he was tall, blond, laid back, never seemed to do any work, yet he coasted his way to a First, and he was often to be seen in The Backs, punting his way lazily down the Cam.  He was lying on my bed in my room and I was cross. I was horny, and on. It was so easy to talk to Simon and the conversation went like this.  “Oh dear....what the fuck’s wrong with you today, Independance?” He always called me Independance, after Independance day I suppose. ”Oh, usual thing. Horny....on....can’t do anything about it,” ”Oh? Why not?” ”You kidding me? Guys run a mile when you tell them you’re on.” ”Then they’re idiots” he said lazily lighting a cigarette “doing something sexual with a girl at that time is one of the most intimate, wonderful things imaginable” ”Huh? You’re kidding, right? I mean, you haven’t....you can’t have....you’re....well...you bat for the other team don’t you?” He chuckled “Oh dear, DEAR independence. I bat for whichever team I like at the time, but yes, I’ve done things at that time....” he paused, and did I imagine it, or had his eyes gone a little watery.....”and it’s almost sacred” This last was almost a whisper.  I was struck dumb. He held out his hand and said “Come here you silly bitch”  I lay down on my bed beside him and he held me. This alone felt fabulous and did nothing to quench the fire between my legs. He kissed me for what felt like half a lifetime, and I honestly couldn’t tell you at which point we took each other’s clothes off. It seemed that one moment we were dressed, the next we were totally naked.  He kissed down my side and over the curve of my hip and then down my thigh. This guy seemed to be able to move on the bed by levitation.....one moment we are side by side on a single bed, the next I’m on my back and he’s over me. He kissed my lower tummy, then the front of my thighs. I was screaming inside for him to find my clit, but I knew that would be way too much to expect.  Wrong. His tongue parted my lips and was soon expertly writing the alphabet on my clit. (I’ve youve never had a guy do that, girls, you simply gotta try it). Of course my tampon made sure there was no mess, but Simon wasn’t done yet. He stopped just short of making me cum (bastard) and then focused his attention on my asshole. By this time I was squirming with pleasure.  I had tried to reach for his dick several times, but he deftly moved away. I got the impression that this was for me, or me first, anyway.  I felt a little tug on my tampon. He had the string in his teeth and one finger on my clit. I looked down, and saw that little green string in between his strong white teeth  and he tugged...agonisingly slowly. I felt it moving inside me....slowly, slowly, slowly coming out. Just as it plopped out of me, I came hard.  He kept me going until I almost couldn’t cum any more. Actually, I don’t think I’ve had an orgasm that lasted that long ever before.  Then he made love to me. It was, like him, unhurried, gentle yet passionate, and to have his hard, muscular body between my legs and in top of me was utter heaven.  I want to say he fucked me, but he did way more than that. He fucked me, screwed me, made love to me, adored me, worshipped me. All of the above, and I came and came and came.  When, finally, he came inside me and withdrew, there was some blood on his dick, as you might expect. He looked at it and chuckled “I’ve taken your virginity.” I said something dumb like “That ship sailed a while ago”. He said “No you silly bitch, your menstrual virginity” And I realised he was right. No one had ever touched me sexually during my period. Let alone gone down on me and certainly not fucked me. Wow.  Since then, I’m sorry to say, only one person has, and I’m not with him any more. So that’s why I’m lying here, on my bed, about to masturbate to a very happy memory.