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story 74
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The first
thing I remember being told about the vagina was...
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when about
10. My parents used to go out for a night and I had their friend's elder
daughter, about 16-17, come and child mind - called baby sitting in those
days.
One time she came and I went to bed about 8.00 on basis she would read
me a story. My parents were not going to be in until very late. She read
me my story but at the end and before I fell asleep I said to her for
some reason 'what is a penis' having heard this from a friend the previous
day. I think she was very taken aback and didn't really know what to say
but just said 'why, it's a boys willy' Well then I understood as knew
what a willy was. She asked me why I wanted to know, so I told her what
had happened at school and asked her if girls had one and she said no.
She said she had a hole instead where the babies came out. Well I didn't
believe her of course. So I said to her let me see then. She said no and
I said go on and I'll show you my willy - as boys do. She said no again,
quite firmly, and told me to go to sleep. I think she was so embarrassed
that she had no idea how to handle the situation and just wanted to get
out of my room.
Next time she came around, perhaps a month later, I must have got her
thinking because after my parents went out she asked me if I remembered
asking her about a penis and I said yes I did. She then said well let
me have a look at yours. So I dropped my trousers and pants and she had
a look at me. She touched it a little. Remember I was only 10 so no big
problem for me. She then asked me if I would like to see her hole and
I said well of course I would as I still didn't believe she was any different
from me. Ok she said but I want to show you something else first but you
must promise me that this is our secret. A secret - well this has to be
something good, I thought. Next she unbuttoned her dress and I could see
she had this white thing over her chest. She told me this was a bra used
to support her. She slipped it down and she placed my hands onto her tits
and let me fiddle with her nipples. She had really nice pert tits. The
nipples weren't big but they were surrounded by this browny pink ring
and seemed to point upwards. Beautiful. I was fascinated as I had only
ever caught sight of my Mum's as she was dressing so never got close,
but I remember they were like long stalks and dark brown in colour. As
I was touching her nipples and wandering over her 'mounts', she fiddled
around under her dress and pulled down her undies. Then she said ok are
you ready. She lifted her dress and I could see a lovely mat of short
light brown hair. She was already sitting on the bed so she lay back and
spread her legs and allowed me to have a very good look at everything
and she pointed to and showed me her hole. I didn't touch her then but
just looked in awe. She was right she was different from me but it took
some convincing. She went into detailed explanations and I learned that
her hole was her vagina, that the lips were her vulva and she had a little
thing called a clitoris. I couldn't see that but did many months later.
On that occasion she allowed me to touch her, to put my finger in her
hole, to spread her lips, to touch her clit and to rub my hands through
the vulva and over her pussy (hair) as I called it. I also got to touch
her nipples over and over. We must have done this for nearly an hour by
which time I got sleepy.
On about the 4th or 5th occasion I looked forward to her coming and asked
my parents when she was coming baby sitting again. They said to me probably
in 3 weeks time. Well I couldn't wait and I was bursting but knew I couldn't
tell anyone of my new discoveries as I had promised. So when she came
3 weeks later and my parents had gone out she asked me if I wanted to
have a look which I did and couldn't wait so she came into my bedroom
and stripped off. I couldn't believe it. She lay beside me with me looking
and touching her almost everywhere and this time she slid her hand in
my pyjamas and got hold of my penis and started pumping it. It got bigger
and I think she was wiping her hand between her legs and putting it on
me as I felt wet and I slid easily in her hand whereas at first it hurt.
Well I came didn't I - my very first time. I felt suddenly proud of myself,
but she took some of the stuff and wiped it on herself and asked me to
slide my fingers around her but NOT near her vagina. Never understood
why until I was at school having a sex lesson and then it all clicked.
However, I remember I saw a piece of string hanging out of her and that
is possibly why I couldn't touch her there - she was, as I learned later,
wearing a tampon. By this time too I was starting to grow hair on my body
and I think she felt this as she played with me.
On or near the last occasion we had together she allowed me to get into
her with my fingers and she became extremely damp and I thought she was
leaking as it was all over my hands, and I could see it was all sort of
milky, slightly thick but clear. After some time she started to move her
body up and down on my fingers and she got me to move my hand to her clitoris
and rub it. Well I think she must have orgasmed or something as she really
rocked and jerked until she collapsed onto the bed and pulled my hand
onto her pussy, saying she couldn't take anymore touching.
These moments lasted about 15 months in all until she had to sit exams
and couldn't baby sit anymore but I learned a lot about the female body
then but not about actual sex act - that came when I was 15. So by the
time I was 12 I knew a lot, especially about her.
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When my friends
and I first talked about vaginas...
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when I was
12 with girls and boys.
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The first time
I heard of menstruation, I thought...
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was from
my mother. She told me the facts of life and explained what menstruation
(periods) were, what they were for, what happened each month, how a woman
coped and the risks that followed if I ever had sex without a condom.
My mother clearly discussed the position and place of genitals (male and
female) and how they fitted together and she got me books on the subject.
Our family were quite open about sex and I wonder if my mother knew what
happened when I was 10-11 and perhaps she thought it might be my way of
learning. Whatever, she never mentioned it.
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The first time
I saw/touched a vagina...
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was when
I was 10 and I found it the most beautiful and unique experience. I certainly
learned it wasn't 'dirty' and I learned that sharing one anothers body
didn't do anyone any harm. My baby sitter made sure that there was never
any chance of intercourse and anyway I didn't know what that was at that
age, but I learned how to get a stiff and ejaculate. She taught me that.
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Since then
my perception/experience of vaginas (changed/hasn't changed)...
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I have learned
to respect them. They are natures way of saying come and get me.
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What I would
want my daughter to know about her vagina...
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to share
her vagina in youth but to be strong and avoid temptation and prevent
risks that can happen from over indulgence. To prevent any sex act until
she is absolutely ready for it and then only with the right man.
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Usually, I call a vagina
a...
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vagina or a hole
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This conversation
makes me think...
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take me back
to my youth please. Now I know what I know now to experience it again.
I met my 'baby sitter' again when I was about 17 and she said 'do you
remember the time....' and I said 'yes, how could I forget it', but we
never picked up where we left off and neither of us has forgotten it.
Howver I think had the circumstances been different we might have done
but she had matured and blossomed.
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