I learned about how “this” happens in 10 years from “advanced” girlfriends. Aloud, I, of course, screamed “oh, how disgusting”, but at the same time I felt a tickling in the lower abdomen again and thought to myself that I wanted it.
My next “clash” with sex was about 12 years old when a friend of mine shared, with me, that she was doing this with a boy. I do not know if it was true, or she fantasized. Most likely true, because she offered me too. I categorically refused, but began to ask if it was pleasant. “What do you think?” She asked, “awesome nice!” I was not going to have sex at 12, but the idea that the movement of the male organ inside brings pleasure, was confirmed.
When I was about 13, a friend of mine suggested that I read a “female romance”. Scenes of sex were present in it. To say that I was excited, is to say nothing. I really wanted a member in myself. At the same time she fantasized about her teacher. He was 25 years old, dark-haired, slim. I imagined how he hugs me, kisses me on the lips (about kisses on my neck, chest, and even more, I didn’t imagine other places), carries me to bed where we make love. I inserted my middle finger into the current vagina and pressed the clitoris with my palm. Only the clitoris, I never teased. By the way, then I read that the masturbation habit only of the clitoris prevents the girls from getting an orgasm from a member later on.
In general, I caressed myself, I started, and I had no idea what to do next. There was nothing in the books about the orgasm. But somehow, having come back from school, I fell on the sofa with my favorite book and hand in panties. Rhythmically inserting a finger into myself, I thought, but what if I continue this and continue, than it will end. No sooner said than done. I can not say that the orgasm was super strong, but it was stunning. I have never experienced such a thing. I was especially surprised that the nipples rose and the muscles of the vagina began to contract. From that day I was gone. I wanted every day, worse than that, it soon ceased to satisfy me. I finished, and I wanted more! I wanted a member! Against this background, I once tried a banana substitute. Everything was easy, I took a banana, peeled it, put it in myself, shook it a couple of times, was afraid that it would break off, pulled it out and ate it. It was nice. Someone will ask, you are a virgin, as a banana put in? I do not know! Maybe my regular exercises stretched my chaff, or I broke it altogether, but there were not any unpleasant sensations.
Relief came only when I realized that after the first orgasm it was possible not to stop, but to continue. It turned out that I can finish 5 times in a “session” and this, oddly enough, satisfies me. Since then, the constant desire for sex has been eliminated, or rather, with dissatisfaction. I came home from school, 3 orgasms and all day pleased.
When I was 14 years old, 2 memorable events happened to me in terms of sex. The first is with my girlfriend, the one who shared the book. We sat with her once and read erotic places in the book, and then she says to me "I want to kiss your chest." It aroused me even more. I pulled up my shirt and she kissed me. Then we kissed on the lips, and then mother came home from work and we stopped. Never tried again.
The second case was when we went to visit relatives. The adults drank, and I stood in the kitchen and cut salads, then my uncle came into the kitchen for 30 years, looked at me, said “pretty girl grew up”, turned me around and kissed me on the lips while stroking my hand between my legs. I was taken aback and did not answer, but immediately swam. He kissed and stroked me for probably half a minute, and I was standing on shaking legs with a carrot and a knife in my hands. It was the first kiss with a man.