This is true. I was a very shy child growing up. My parents were worse than 7th Day Adventists when it came to matters of the flesh.

One day when we were walking home from school, the boy that walked home with me started to talk about sex. I had never talked about sex with anyone, not even another girl. He saw how uncomfortable I was so he started describing what people do, and what he had supposedly seen his parents do. He asked me if I had ever seen a boy, if I had ever shown myself to a boy, if I had ever masturbated. To all his questions I answered no.

When we got to his house, he told me to go with him, and we went into the detached garage, and he showed me his penis. And he demanded that I let him see me. I ended up laying back on this cabinet and him spreading my legs apart to see under my dress. I just let him pop my legs open, like a store bought chicken. He stared at me, and grabbed my underpants and slowly pulled them down, as they came down over my knees I had to close my legs, and as soon as they were off, he opened my legs again.

I got this weird feeling, weird but in a very strange and pleasurable way. I let him look at me as long as he wanted, after a rather long moment, we decided that I better get on home.

That was the beginning of my awakening, and many times I have used that to just mesmerize my guy friend, to just lay there with my legs popped open. It never fails to get me totally in the mood, and if I am not mistaken it helps to get my guy friend in the mood too. There is something both uncomfortable and pleasurable to have a guy stare at you down there.