What's in a Word?

“Pussy”. I can’t tell you how much I loathe that word! To me, it’s like nails down a blackboard to me….I mean why…for fucks sake? Who ever looked at a girl’s vulva and thought “hmmmm…yes. I shall call it a pussy!” Oh I know, I know….Maybe it’s better than ‘vulva’, and maybe it’s a semi-acceptable word to use, but honestly…..it makes me cringe! 

We all know the ‘C” word is the ultimate sexual word, and to retain its power, it’s not something to say every day or even in every sexual situation. So, I hopped online and looked for some synonyms….hoping I’d find one I liked and that gave me a nice tingle as well. 

‘Beaver’? Only if there’s a shock of hair there. I assure you, I look nothing like a beaver down below! ‘Minge’? Oh please! That word sounds like it’s something unclean, and I assure you, mine is scrupulously clean. You could eat your dinner of it….and who knows, I might let you!

After wandering through numerous websites, I finally hit on a word I liked. ‘Twat’. Rhymes with ‘splat’, and Lord knows, I splat into my undies often enough. So, for now at least, ‘twat’ it is. 

Australian girls say ‘box’. Well, I don’t know how Australian girls are built, never having got up close and personal to one, but I doubt that what they have between their legs has five straight sides and a lid! Nope. ‘Box’ won’t do it. Same with ‘slit’ and ‘gash’. I suppose ‘slit’ might be useable, but it reminds me of being cut and I’m not into that! I’ve read stories here of girls using the word ‘quim’. I quite like that, but it doesn’t grab me like twat did. Ok…decision made. I have a twat between my legs.

Today, I have been focussing on what is happening between my legs in minute detail…or rather Miss Brain has. Because I have no hair whatsoever, I have gained a lot of sensation. Pubic hair can wick wetness away before you even feel it, (and then dry into amclaggy, sticky mess) but when there’s only pure virgin (ha!) skin there, you feel everything. 

I, like all girls, am moist to some degree all the time. Vaginas are clever things. They’re self cleaning and the stains you find on our panties are usually just the result of a small amount of wetness that leaves us every day, but should we get horny, that wetness increases dramatically, and with me it feels like a sudden rush. I actually feel like a small ‘ball’ of it leaves my body, spreads across my vulva and is soaked up by my hard-working undies….if, that is, I’m wearing any! If I’m not then it can, given I’m horny enough, begin to make its way down my inner thighs. I don’t just get wet….I flood. 

As I’ve pointed out before, sex is a contrast….a series of opposites….to ‘normal’ behaviour. “Knees together, sit nicely” is a world away from legs spread, on your back. Being erudite, well spoken and polite is in direct contrast to yelling “Suck my cunt, bitch” or “Fuck me through the bed you cunt.” 

And (finally) we come to the point of today’s story…..masturbation…touching yourself…is the opposite of what ‘nice girls’ are supposed to do. 

So, let me introduce you to Jackie. I knew Jackie from school, and until they moved away, they lived in the village. I would often go to Jackie’s  for tea. Her parents weren’t super-strict Catholics…in fact, I don’t recall ever seeing them in church…well, maybe at Easter and Christmas….I found them easy-going and a lot of fun really….apart from one thing. If Jackie ever crossed her legs, either mum or dad would say “Jackie….legs.” It would be said nicely, calmly, and sometimes, not even verbally…a look would do it. They never said it to me, and, I promise, I never put two and two together. 

We all crossed our legs in school! Many of us masturbated like that….well…girls in my social group did. So one day, I asked her what it was about. “Oh, they think that if I cross my legs it will make me feel sexy, and that will make me sexually active.” Huh…”SO…does it make you feel sexy?” Jackie giggled “Fuck yeah! That’s why I do it. I do it all the time at school, but I forget when I’m home that I’m not allowed to do it here.”

I asked Jackie if she ever heard her parents being sexy? “Oh yes….every night without fail. You can hear everything in this house. “So they can feel sexy, but you can’t?"

“Yeah…well…they’re married.”

Fortunately, Jackie wasn’t going to be contained by this bullshit. “I’ve learned to do it silently, and/or at a time when I’m alone in the house.” She smiled cheekily, lowered her voice and said, “I bet I cum way more often than they do!” Good girl! I’ve known friends who were absolutely ruined by their parents’ hypocrisy and it damaged them for a long, long time. One girl hadn’t been warned about having periods and unfortunately she was one of the first girls to start. She really thought she was dying. Even when her mum was called to the school, she was told, “So…the sin of Eve then?” Fucking Catholicism!

One afternoon, Jackie’s parents were out at work, and we had a half day. We were allowed to hang out together…after all…what harm could two girls do? We had the usual, clothes/makeup/hair conversation which quickly migrated to boobs/periods, and from there, boys and sex, including masturbation. We were both in the lounge slumped in large, over-stuffed armchairs. Looking back, we were sitting in that awkward (innocent?) way adolescent girls do. Our talk had gone into the realm of the sexual. As we hadn’t done much ourselves, we were talking about what other girls had done, (or said they had) and what we wanted to do, or have done to us. 

Jackie said, “I’d love a boy to make me cum. Just to slip his hand into my panties and rub my clit till I cum.” All I had done up to that point was masturbate…ok, I had begun to develop an interest in other girls’ underwear, but Jackie didn’t know this. You must remember that any sexual talk at that age was enough to get us both feeling antsy. Jackie babbled on about what she wanted her imaginary boyfriend to do to her, and her language became more earthy. “I don’t want him to fuck me….not yet….but I’d love to be fingered. To have a boy’s finger up me….oh fuck….this is making me really horny!” I said it was making me horny too.” 

We didn’t say anything, and to this day I don’t know what the actual trigger was, but slowly, in that silence, we both reached up our skirts and slipped a hand into our panties. I remember that we looked at each other, and that at one point Jackie pulled her panties down to her ankles. Miss Brain said, “If you’d found those in the girls’ locker room you’d have fun with them.” And I would. They were dark blue, and looked beautifully creamy in the crotch. I decided I wanted her to see me, so I took my panties down too.

We just lay, slumped in our armchairs watching each other masturbate. Our breathing became deeper and then more ragged. Now and then a moan or a gasp floated on the air. I pushed my middle finger up myself, just as Jackie said, “Ohh..I’m gonna cum.” That triggered me and we came together. Fortunately, I didn’t squirt, but afterwards, I realised what a dumb thing it was to do, because I had started to squirt by then and it could get real messy. 

Interestingly, afterwards, we didn’t hastily pull our panties back up. In fact, we didn’t do anything. We just carried on chatting with our twats on show. I told Jackie that I would love to be watched while I diddled myself, and Jackie said she’d watch me if I liked. So I went for round two. It did feel very different, knowing she was just watching. It took longer than I thought it would though. At one point Jackie said, “We look like a couple of lesbians. Two girls, panties off, maybe someone looking in would think we’ve just done each other.” And that made me cum again. 

There were some one-off times during my school days. I’ll try to remember what they were.