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story 65
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The first
thing I remember being told about the vagina was...
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was by my
first girlfriend. Until then I didn't know what one was. It thought it
was fantastic. I saw my sisters labia when small but it didn't raise any
curiosity in me then and even when we grew up it did't seem to either.
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When my friends
and I first talked about vaginas...
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we called
them cunts but didn't know what we were talking about and usually laughed
when someone yelled 'cunt' or suchlike
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The first time
I heard of menstruation, I thought...
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that it was
something girls had because they were girls and didn't assciate it as
part of the preparation for life. I felt sorry for them.
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The first time
I saw/touched a vagina...
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was when
I was 7. My Aunt, my mother's youngest sister (17), came over to our house
one day and we were in the garden playing. My Mum and Dad had to go out
for a while for some reason leaving me, my sister and younger brother
playing and my Aunt joining in.
After about an hour we got tired, it was pretty hot and my sister and
young brother went inside the house. I stayed outside with my Aunt.
We had a large garden summerhouse like structure and I went in there out
of the sun and my aunt followed me in. I sat on one of the chairs and
she in another. As she was hot she opened her blouse exposing her bra
and lifted her skirt to just below her underwear. From where I was sitting
I could just see the white of her underwear in her crutch.
I sat looking at her for sometime, and she noticed that I took furtive
glances at her legs. She asked if I liked her legs and I told her I did.
I said I could see her undies and she dropped her skirt betwwen her legs
so I couldn't see anymore. Then I asked her why girls had breasts and
boys didn't. She said it was because girls grew into mothers and they
were needed to feed babies. I asked her how could a baby feed from a breast
and she explained that they had nipples like boys but only bigger and
she pointed to where mine were. She said they were on the ends of the
mounds of flesh (she pointed to them) which were the breasts and where
the milk was stored. Of course I asked her many questions and if she could
feed a baby. She said no not just at the moment. Soon I was asking where
babies came from. I think my mother had told me already but asked again
anyway. She said that they grew in the mummies tummy and that they would,
when big enough have to come out. I needed to know where and she said
that they had to come down a canal between the mummies legs usually head
first. I said do they come out her bottom and she said well not quite
there is another hole they come through. I wanted to know where it was.
She said she couldn't actually tell me. I think I must have said or done
something that put her on the spot - perhaps it was some sort of blackmail
that I would tell my Mum.
Anyway I got pretty persistent with my questioning and finally she said
she would let me have a peek, whereupon she pulled up her skirt, revealing
her undies. She sat up and spread her legs over the sides of the chair
and pulled back the crotch of her undies revealing her black hairy left
labia ( I didn't know what it was then of course). I said I couldn't see
how a baby could come through there - it was too hairy, and she told me
that actually it was inside in the middle and I wouldn't be able to see
it. This was pretty exciting stuff but it wasn't the real thing. Not being
satisfied I said I wanted a proper look. She released her crotch and started
to pull her skirt down but I must have started to cry or something as
she said all right all right. She lay back on the chair and made me promise
that this was a once only and I must never tell anyone - not even my brother
and sister and that it was something between the two of us. Kids will
promise anything and I was no exception at that age.
This time she pulled her skirt up higher and slid her hands into her undies
and pulled them down over her thighs where I saw the full extent of her
black hair. Perfectly shaped and not too thick running from between her
legs into a triangle shape with a thin line going up towards her navel
but stopping about half way. She then pulled her knees up and said that
I could pop my head under her knees to look. She moved her undies to just
under her knees. She used one of her hands to part her lips and pointed
the hole to me and asked me if I could see it. I said I couldn't see the
hole but it was bit dark anyway. I think she then lifted one leg out of
her undies and moved it to the side to give more light and I could see
everything. She pushed a finger to where the hole should be and I got
a little closer. I could smell a funny smell coming from her and must
have commented on it. She told me it was normal for a girl to have some
smell, that it could be a little unpleasant but I had to remember that
we had been playing and she was hot. She asked if I had seen enough and
I then asked some questions, why was it hidden, why were there hairs all
round it, why wasn't it like a boy's, why, why,why. It was during these
questions we heard my Mum and Dad's voice in the house whereupon my aunt
quickly pulled up her undies, re-aranged her skirt and buttoned up her
blouse and saying most definitely that I must NEVER tell anyone. By the
time my Mum came out to find us, with my brother and sister, we were sitting
in the chairs as if nothing had happened. Perfect little Angels. But from
then I was 'educated.' I knew everything.
I still see my Aunt and only occasionally will she say - hope you never
told anyone - to which I say no. She always looked worried though. She
once asked me many years later if I learned from it and I had to say yes.
Did I tell anyone? Of course I did - all my friends but didn't let on
it was my Aunt. I pretended I had seen my mother dressing watching from
behind when she didn't know I was there.
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Since then
my perception/experience of vaginas (changed/hasn't changed)...
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has changed
because I understand them so much better and now have an opportunity to
experience them in the flesh (I never touched my Aunts) and now my wife
and I enjoy the special moments together. Sometimes I say that I want
to have a look at her and pretend that it is my Aunt and having a look
for the first time. She doesn't know the background but I make her go
through similar situations except instead of the chair it is usually on
the bed and not necessarily when we are making love together. I must just
I want to have a look at her and we go to the bedroom and she lets me
carry out my 'dream'. My wife's hair isn't black but it is just as exciting
in brown and it is more bushy.
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What I would
want my daughter to know about her vagina...
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and for her
to be the teacher if she is asked but for her to understand what she is
doing and why she is doing it and the risks that may be attached. Whatever
she should be proud of her body and never fear the power she holds.
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Usually, I call a vagina
a...
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vagina, a vulva a vulva,
labia - labia and so on.
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This conversation
makes me think...
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of being
6 again and the fun I had in my teens with all sorts of girls, girlfriends
and young women.
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