The Early Years - Part 1

The Early Years - Part 1

Partly inspired by the awesome first blog post by @markie_monroe, I am doing something I’ve been thinking about on and off and writing about some of my early experience. In a way I want to write about it because I think coming of age and early sex is still something that’s not really talked about especially for young girls. It can lead to confusion and frustration.

I grew up in a small town in the south of the UK. It was a time before the internet had made its way into homes and mobile phones were reserved for rich business people to call their stockbroker. The summer holidays when I was a kid felt like an age and it was great to have so much free time. I think it was tough for my full time working parents to know how best to keep an eye on me.

I think it was the second week of the holiday when I started meeting up with a friend and her sister. We would walk to the park or some open fields, talk and gossip, make up stories, drink coke or sometimes if we were lucky some alcopops. My friends sister was older and confident. I think that young Lucy probably had one of my first crushes on her but I didn’t really know that’s what it was at the time.

We met up most afternoons and one day we were sitting on the grass when my friends sister who I’m going to call Karen just asked out of nowhere, do you touch your pussy?

I wasn’t naive and I knew what the question meant but I was a bit thrown by the blunt nature of it. No one else I knew had ever talked about this. “Uh um I er”

Karen interrupted. “Do you know how to touch it?” Has Beth (her sister) shown you? I stared at Beth, stunned that it seemed she knew more than me about this. “Uh no I think I know.”

Karen laughs now “so you’ve done it then? You’ve touched your pussy yeah?” I was feeling more in control now. “Why? Do you want to perv over me or something?” I pushed back trying to hide my embarrassment. “I’ve seen Beth do it.” Karen replied. I watched as her sister turned a deep red colour and avoided my eye while reaching over to poke her older sister in the ribs. “It’s not pervy. I just don’t mind helping if you want to know how.” I don’t think I knew how to reply. I just shrugged and pretended to be looking at the clouds or the fields or something. I think I was hoping Karen would drop it. “You need to rub first. It helps you get wet so you can get a finger in like a cock.” I stared now, deep inside I badly wanted to know more and ask questions but I didn’t want to seem silly and babyish so I just nodded suggesting, I hoped, that this wasn’t new information to me. “You can just rub if you want. You can cum that way or put a finger in once your wet. I have cum from both.” I didn’t really know what cum meant but again I didn’t want to ask.

Karen nudged her sister and it all went quiet. After a few minutes Beth said “I’m only doing it if you and Lucy do it too.” Karen frowns “But you agreed. Bitch I want my halter top back.” It didn’t really make sense to me then but I realise now that the sisters had reached some kind of deal where Beth was going to touch herself but she backed out.

There was silence again. I tried talking about something else, a TV show I think or maybe a film. It didn’t last though, after a few minutes Karen says “I’ll do it, it show you how Lucy.” And she began to undo her jeans. I was torn. I didn’t want to seem uncool or embarrassed but at the same time I was massively curious. In a few moments, Karen was naked below the waist to her ankles with her legs open on the grass. I can’t deny I was staring. She did as she and touched herself occasionally mumbling instructions presumably aimed at me. These became more and more sporadic though as she enjoyed her own touch. After a few moments she climaxed, breathing heavily and moaning softly. Not long after she calmly pulled up her pants and smiled. “That’s how you touch yourself Lucy. You can try it at home.”

That was it then. We started talking about another film and the moment was gone. I did as Karen said though. Later that day, in the privacy of my own room after bedtime, I removed my pyjamas and lay on my bed naked. I hadn’t really looked at my vulva before and I considered it with new thoughts now. Slowly I ran my hand down my thigh and then between my legs. I gently teased and rubbed which felt good. I kept seeing Karen in my mind and I enjoyed rubbing myself thinking of what happened earlier but after a while I noticed that the shudder and moan that Karen seemed to experience wasn’t happening to me. I wondered if I was doing something wrong or maybe I needed to try a bit longer. After a while I just assumed she knew the trick that I didn’t and gave up.