My First Orgasm and Sexual Experience

Note : This story is completely fictinal!

When I was about 18 years old, I often found myself waking from 
my sleep, lying on my side, with a pillow between my legs and against 
myself. I did not think much of it but sometimes it would be moist 
and the odor would be of my private self.

One evening, while my parents were away, my babysitter came in to 
check on me. She seemed to have noticed that my pillow had moved 
from the head of the bed and, being kind tried to move it and place it 
back at the head. She did not realize that under the sheets, 
the pillow was between my legs. Her actions awoke me but being half asleep,
I thought she was tucking me in better.

She apologized, saying "I am sorry to wake you, I didn’t mean to bother or 
embarrass you; I was just moving your pillow”. I was confused; she must have seen that on my face. 
She said she was sorry to bother me when I was having a private moment for myself.

I told her I was sleeping and wasn’t sure what she was talking 
about. Betty said she thought I was using the pillow to enjoy myself. 
I was still not sure of what she was talking about. 
Betty started to realize this also.

She boldly commented that she thought I was masturbating. I had 
never heard this word used before, my strict parents and 
Catholic had upbringing sheltered me from the world. 
"Now I’m embarrassed," Betty commented, "It seems your parents have 
not been sharing your growing up with you". Betty asked, "Has your 
Mother discussed anything with you about being a woman or the intimate 
pleasures of being a girl"?

With shyness and shame, I told her that my mother did not speak to me 
of such things, only a dreaded curse each month. Betty sat next to 
me on the bed and held me in a comfortingly. "I think it is time 
someone did, would you mind talking to me? I will tell you about 
yourself."

This was the first of many intoxicating evenings of pleasure. 
My head was so full of everything I was drinking into all 
my senses. My body was tingling at what I have found to be my 
intimate spots. Betty was a very nice woman, daughter of friends of my 
parents and had recently graduated from college. I was not afraid or 
nervous as she pulled her nightgown off and asked if I would do the 
same. Her body was magnificent and looked similar to mine as we 
were both blond and she had begun shaving down there.

She felt the best idea was to just show me what she liked; I would 
learn by copying her. We lay on pillows propping us up and giving me a good
view of our bodies. She started to fondle her breasts, suggesting that I 
find places on my body that made me feel good, then showing me 
what made her feel good.

I did like cupping my small breasts but never thought of caressing 
them and squeezing my nipples. God that felt good. Even in the warm room, 
my nipples became tight and firm.

As her right hand slide down her stomach, she stopped to make 
circular motions below her belly button. She arched her back, her other 
hand squeeze firmly on her breast, sliding up to pinch her nipples 
hard and her legs tensed then began shaking. I understood that feeling 
inside when I did the same.

Continuing her ministrations, she mentioned how nice and soft the 
lips of her kitty where. When I found my softness, I was wet there; 
I thought I was peeing without control, but inside myself. In a very 
shy voice, I mentioned this to Betty; she even smiled kindly, 
encouraging me to ask anything. She explained it was a very 
normal feeling, it was my feminine reaction to being sexually 
excited. She said these fluids from excitement are like those when two people 
kissed one another and that they can be shared. Her hand went further between her 
legs, spreading them farther. Then she brought her glistening fingers up to 
her mouth. These fluids of excitement had the sensual smell of a woman. She told 
me the taste is exciting also. She slid her finger into her mouth, seeming to 
suck her taste. When she withdrew her finger from her mouth, there was not a 
popping sound, just a smile as she looked into my eyes, assuring me that all was 
fine.

She returned her hand to her kitty, explaining that I should softly rub 
around my lips, and that the swelling there was good too. As I began 
to lightly rub my lips, they parted; the feeling seemed to invite my 
fingers into myself. I started to feel a stronger sensitivity at the 
top of my lips; I had never wanted to directly touch myself there before. 
This time Is bravely slid my finger in and out of myself and 
lightly dragged it up to that spot carefully. As I touched my 
tender point, I immediately felt it send a wonderful feeling deeper 
inside me there. I felt my toes start to curl without me knowingly 
doing so.

Betty noticed my progress and toes; with an approval in her smile, 
she tenderly shared her poetic words I will always know, "You are 
feeling the heart of your soul where your passion and feelings will 
take you deeper inside yourself, more than any other pleasant experience 
you will have in your life". Changing the tone of her voice “this pearl is 
your clitoris, which is protected by a hood, each girl’s is a bit 
different. The lengths of cover, size of their button; your hood is shorter 
than mine”. She raised herself and swung around, exposing 
all her blossoming Rose petals with her legs spread. It was the first 
time I had ever seen any one’s but mine; I had not even looked at myself this 
closely. Yes, Betty's hood was not covering her pearl as much as mine. 
I had never considered that another girl could attract me as much as her kitty was. 
I became more excited and wet, not realizing I was making deeper motions around my button. 
Betty put her hand on her tummy and pulled up. As she uncovered her large button, 
she started to lightly tap on top with the other hand, her head rolled back looking 
at the ceiling. She started singing in a soft cry, in what I now know is ecstasy. 
I kept rolling my finger, then two, around my button. Yet, after seeing her delight I 
pulled back my hood, not being patient enough to tap it, I just rubbed 
myself where I had once avoided the spot that was so sensitive.