Dorsai: Jan

At my suggestion, she agreed that we'd just sit on the floor, next to each other, and go over the drawings a bit before proceeding. She accepted my reasoning that going that route would let us get a little more comfortable with the situation before going too far with it – and thus give us each a little extra time to chicken out (which made her laugh).

As the second diagram started to print, I turned the lights up so we could see better, then went ahead and sat down on the floor, with my back against the couch – careful to pull the robe I was wearing closed (but not tight). A few moments later, Jan joined me, also careful to hold her robe closed while getting situated.

Once settled, it didn't take long for us to get started – she showed me the diagrams that she'd selected, and together we talked a little about the differences between the stylized (idealized?) drawings she had, and what was likely to be found in the real world. It was when I pointed out that there was a lot of variation in the general shape of a woman's genitals that we finally got to the 'main event'. Jan started it by opening the lower part of her robe, and spreading her legs a bit, and asking me to explain what I meant. I told her that I'd have to have a little look between her legs, so that I could use her own shape as a reference point. She nodded her understanding, and spread her legs even further, and bringing her knees up a bit to raise her pelvis up. I leaned over to have a look, and got a truly delightful view: I could see that she had a gently teardrop-shaped patch of medium density, but fine-textured light brown pubic hair that started at her pubic bone, and flowed down onto her labia. There, I could see that she was a little aroused by the fact that her inner lips were peeking though the wispy down, and the hood of her clitoris was visible at the top of her cleft.

I could see that the transition from her lower belly and pubis to the outside of her vagina was less angular than it is in a lot of women: there are some where their labia are almost at right angles to their lower bellies, while in others, it is a much less acute transition.

Gesturing in the air, and using the palm of my hand as a reference for a pubic area, made varying shapes with my fingers together to explain to her the variations I was aware of. She got the idea fairly quickly, and used her own hand to 'mould' her unique shape and compare it to some of the ones I'd shown her – and thus reassure herself that that part of her was well within the norm. When she would hold her hand up next to mine, I could sometimes catch a faint (delightfully sweet/musky) scent of her, and see a trace of moisture on one or more of her fingers – but I was careful not to mention it, for fear of embarrassing her (and ending the show!).

Of course, this led to a discussion of the size and shape of the mons.

As we talked, we both gradually relaxed, so by the time the subject progressed to the size and shape of the inner lips, I was resting on my side, on my elbow, face about level with her bellybutton, and she had spread the lower part of her robe completely, and was sitting there with her knees raised about halfway, and her legs spread fairly wide. Of course, in the position I was in, my robe had parted, and my semi-erect penis was lying on my leg – not fully exposed, but clearly visible. For her part, the reaching and moving she'd done had opened the top of her robe a bit, as well – making almost all of her breasts visible.

So it was that when we got to the subject of the size and shape of inner lips, it seemed perfectly reasonable for us to each shuck our robes, and proceed fully nude. This was also when I found that she'd had the presence of mind to bring along a large hand mirror, so that she could get a clearer view of her own anatomy. A moments discussion and it was agreed that she would continue sitting as she was, while I would scoot down and lay on my stomach between her knees (close enough to see, but not too close) and hold the mirror, so that I could see what she was pointing at or talking about.

From those positions, we were easily able to reference the female anatomy drawing, and compare it with Jan's own structures. When necessary, I was able to reassure her that her development and dimensions were well within the 'normal' range, as I knew them.

As we progressed, it became quite plain that she was becoming more and more aroused, but I remained silent about it. Not that it didn't have an effect on me, mind you. The sight (and smell!) of her obvious arousal was enough to keep my penis in a constant state of semi-erection; it was only by lying to myself outrageously, and pretending this was just an anatomy lesson and she was another girl, was I able to keep from developing a genuine diamond-cutting erection.

It was only when she decided that she really, truly had to see the hymen that made her a virgin did she concede that she was excited: "Um, Uncle Dan, I want to see this hymen thing they say makes me a virgin."

"Er, well, I suppose we could do that, but that would mean that you would have to spread your legs pretty wide, and you would have to spread the opening of your vagina so you could see into it far enough."

"Yeah, I kinda figured that, but, um, well, I don't know if I can."

"What do you mean? You don't want me to see you doing it, or is there something else about it?"

"No, I don't mind you seeing me do it – I mean, you've seen everything else by now! What I mean is that I feel funny, and I'm kind of wet down there, and I don't know if that would make any difference."

"Jan, if you mean that you're feeling sexually aroused, that's fine; I can understand that. As for being wet, I expect that would make it easier for you to see inside."

"Well, yeah, I am feeling aroused, like you said. I think maybe you noticed it as soon as it started to happen, didn't you?"

"Now that you mention it, yes, I did kind of suspect that's what was happening."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"Mostly because I didn't want to embarrass you." I answered.

"*Mostly* didn't want to embarrass me? What else?"

"Don't get mad at me, but I thought it was pretty sexy, too, and I liked it."

That seemed to surprise her a bit, and she paused a little before saying "You mean you thought I was sexy? It didn't gross you out or anything?"

"No, it didn't gross me out – like I said, I liked it. The sight – and yes, smell! – of a sexually aroused woman is something that most men like. And yes, I thought it was sexy – and thought YOU were sexy."

"I could smell me, but I didn't think you could. Oh, god, I'm so embarrassed!"

"Whoa, Trouble, stop right there. You didn't listen to what I said!"

"What?"

"Didn't you hear me when I said that the sight and smell were things that most men liked?"

"Uh, no. You really mean it? Why?"

"Yes, I really meant it. As for why, I don't know that I can explain it, except to say that an obviously aroused and excited woman is something that touches almost every man – it's the kind of thing that hits us at our most basic level, and makes us glad we're men."

"Really? You think of me as a woman?"

"It really does have that effect on us. I suspect it's kind of the man equivalent of the feeling women get just by holding a baby – it's the kind of feeling that lets us know to our very soul just who and what we are." I responded, trying to delay answering the second question.

She wasn't going for it, though: "But what about me as a woman?"

"Trouble, you're at a stage that's difficult to define: physically, you're in transition between girl and woman: in theory, you could start having babies at any time, now that you're having periods and all that.

The problem is that you're a young woman; yeah, I know, almost 15, but still YOUNG. Remember, you didn't start having periods until not so long ago, and the fact that you're not fully developed yet means that – strictly speaking – you're not fully a woman, yet, either. But, because I care about you, and know what kind of person you are, and how grown up you are – most of the time! – I'm willing to talk to you as the woman I expect you'll be, and not the girl you were. Am I making sense?"