Around the third grade I started to examine my pussy with a mirror. I had a girlfriend and I showed her how and we did it together. We helped each other by holding the mirror so we could really look. Finding our vaginas took a bit of time, but by the time we were twelve we had pretty hairy pussies, and our crack when opened was dark pink. The mirror just was not enough and we delicately but thoroughly new every part, hole, wrinkle, fold, our fingers and tongues doing more than our eyes.

We found pictures, in books at the library of a penis, but never a picture of a naked man. At school a friend brought a picture of a man and woman, his penis deep inside her. We dreamed of that day.

Our day came sooner than later, we were fourteen and the boy was a senior, we both gave in to him while her parents were out. Naked, nothing on, we lay side by side on her bed and he went from one to the other, penetrating, grabbing our boobs, until he lost control and left his sperm in me. We did not try again, it wasn't what we imagined.

We went back to making love together. It is hard to explain, but loving and holding, touching and kissing, was better than sex with a boy.

I was 23 when I gave in to a man, sex was different, and I needed it. She started dating and we went on a double date three day trip to Las Vegas.

There are days when I am overwhelmed, and I go to her. We try to not make love but we don't succeed, wrapped up in her arms and legs, her soft cheeks and lips, her small hands, her naked neck, we give in to a desire that takes us back to those days when we played with the mirrors.

Our boyfriends don't know, and we don't plan on telling them.