Norma O'Toole - Live-in lover

I sat on my bed, and opened the book to the section on the anatomy and functions of the female sex and reproductive organs. On the first page, they had a diagram of the area between a woman's legs, with labeled arrows pointing at the various parts. The words they used for the different organs seemed very scientific and very cold. I liked the words my father and Mai used a lot better. Still, I took the time to memorize them.

Once I had the names and locations down, I took a hand mirror from my dresser and brought it back to the bed. Spreading my legs as far apart as I could, I placed the reflecting glass between my thighs, and focused on my womanhood. I quickly identified the fleshy outer lips as the labia. And after peeling those plump, little doors apart, the inner world of my sexual being was revealed to me.

The small, muscled mouth was the entrance to my vagina. The diagram showed it to be a long canal that ran deep into the hollows of my body. Again I became worried about the blockage I had encountered the night before. There was no way I could function as a whole woman with that dead-end in the middle of my main road. So instead of continuing on my journey of discovery, I turned back to the book in hope of finding an explanation for my vaginal obstruction.

It took only a few minutes to find exactly what I wanted. The book said that every female is born with a cartilage-like membrane in her vagina which impeded sexual penetration. It was called the hymen. The book went on to say that if a female had a hymen intact, she would be considered a virgin because it was impossible for intercourse to have taken place. Reading the passage removed a heavy burden from my mind.

I went on to read about the various ways the membrane could be eliminated. The three main ways to accomplish this were through a non-sexual tearing due to an accident or an athletic activity, like horseback riding; the surgical removal by a doctor, or the natural process of sexual intercourse. To me, the last was the most appealing.

As I was about to close the book, my eyes fixed on a chapter heading called "The Female Orgasm." I had never heard the word before, but after reading the section, it explained the phenomenon I had experienced the night before. It said that orgasm was the natural culmination of sexual arousal, and was brought on by direct stimulation of the clitoris. There were also certain theories, which had not been entirely disproved, that a woman could achieve orgasm through vaginal penetration, and in some cases, rectal stimulation. I hoped I was one of the lucky ladies that could climax all three ways.

After reading the last chapter, and having my mind relieved by the preceding one, I decided it was time for a little practical application. Back on the bed with my legs widely spread, I replaced the mirror in its strategic location, and commenced furthering my education.

Using the heel of my hand, I watched in the mirror as I gently massaged the outer lips or labia. The familiar new feelings rapidly began returning. It was a breathtaking sight when the lips began to pull apart to reveal the hot, pink tissue that resided within.

I moved back to my vagina, slowly using my finger, penetrated the slick canal, stopping when I reached the hymen. I was already wet with the juices of my arousal, and had no pain as I pumped my finger in and out, using a steady but slow rhythm. The feeling of fullness was sublime, and I began to desire something larger inside of me. Something very much like the male erect penis that Daddy had sported, or the one Lonnie could not hide, the previous night. Not having them at my disposal, I added a second finger to the first, and was greatly pleased by the lack of discomfort and the exquisite fullness.

The stage of my arousal had now reached the point when my pleasure-giving clitoris could no longer be ignored. Looking in the mirror, I could already see its hardened head peaking out from beneath, what the book called, the clitoral hood. Very tenderly, I touched the little button, and was quickly rewarded with a pleasure shock that shook my entire body.

I did not immediately go back to stimulating my clitoris. Instead, I continued to slide my fingers in and out of my vagina, and used my other hand to coax out a response from the different areas of sensitivity. There were varying feelings from each place I touched. The flesh around my clitoris was intense with sensation, while conversely, the tissue on the outside of my meaty lips was less so. But the biggest surprise was when I reached lower, and began caressing my asshole and the surrounding area. It was alive with the most wonderful feelings. Using some of my natural lubricant I glided my fingers over the tightly muscled hole. If a year before, somebody had told me that my rectum was a pleasure organ, I would have laughed in their face. But now, I was a true believer.

Soon, my body became too fevered for additional exploration. I returned to the little, insignificant-looking pleasure bud. Lightly, at first, I again touched it. The shock, if anything, was stronger than before, and involuntarily, the speed by which I was touch it, began to increase – and increase and increase – as I came closer to my desired orgasmic release. The only difference between this and the night before was that I continued to pump my fingers into my steamy vaginal canal.

When my orgasm hit, it was more intense than the previous one. I don't know if it was the fact that my fingers were filling my hole or what, but there was a definite difference. Although it started like the night before with spasms beginning deep inside my body, this time when they rolled to my vagina, the walls of the slick cavern clamped down hard on my imbedded fingers. It was almost like my vagina was snapping at my invading fingers. Whatever the reason, it was definitely better. I vowed to use this technique regularly during my newfound pleasure hobby.

When my body had finally relaxed after the onslaught of pleasure, I went back to studying the book that Lonnie had given me. I read that masturbation was the self servicing of my body that I had discovered on my own. The book went on to say, there was no known harm that came to one who indulged in such activities. This, of course, refuted the instructions about not touching myself that Mother had previously given me.

I boned up on the male anatomy as well, and learned a great deal. The male orgasm, it seemed, was different from the female's. I was dying to compare notes with my brother. It would be interesting to find out exactly how he had discovered that pleasure the night before. There was no doubt that we were going to learn a great deal from one another. We had no choice.

Dinner, that night, was uneventful, and if it had not been for the anticipation of talking to Lonnie, later, it would have been plain boring. The talk around the table between Daddy and ourselves was all of the small variety. The only interesting thing said was by my father…

"Listen, guys," he said, "I want to apologize about running out on your party last night. I really didn't have any choice. When the station calls, I have to move my tail. Mai Widner, the TV host, was publicly slandered by a guest on her live television show. She was very distraught, and I'm the one they called. She was the person who stayed here last night. I didn't believe it would be a good idea for her to go home to an empty apartment in her condition. So, after taking her out for a few drinks, I brought her here."

Both Lonnie and I nodded our heads with approval. Although we knew what actually went on the previous night, we didn't want to let him know what we had seen. There was no reason to embarrass him because he submitted to a very natural desire. It was truly amazing how mature we had become in the space of twenty-four hours.

"I think you might be seeing more of Mai," Daddy went on. Lonnie and I had to suppress our giggles, having seen as much of Mai as possible. "I think you'll both like her, and she did mention that she would enjoy meeting the two of you. We became pretty close in one evening and, I'd like to believe, we've become very good friends."