I Learned About Sex Early, It Prevented Me From Being Self Conscious

I was exposed to sex pretty early, still under ten. I lived with my mother in a one bedroom apartment and when a 'friend' stayed over, I had to sleep on the floor while they got friendly. I watched, it was too much to not watch. I don't suppose that watching your mother get her legs opened is how you want to remember her, and a guy getting between her legs and doing the sex thing to her. It's not that it happened once, it happened a lot. We finally moved to a two bedroom when I was 13.

When it was my turn, I was older but not out of high school, when my legs were pried open and my girl parts were exposed for him to see. I had to let him look before he got on and did the sex thing to me. As my legs were pried open again and again I got to really liking showing off my girl parts. Guys really like it. Personally them showing off their boy part never did much for me. Literally big fucking deal.

I liked sex from the very beginning. I can remember my mother liking sex, She liked to be felt up, grabbing and groping and digging two fingers into her vagina. This was before she had her legs opened and he did the sex thing to her. She liked the sex part, the in and out part and the 'release' part.

I had a friend at work. She was a little bit too innocent for her own good. She was already out of college and she had never been felt up, groped, and much less fucked. I held her legs open and forced her to keep her legs open so I could see her girls parts. I got on the bed beside her and I gently touched her, and clamped my hand on her girl parts and inserted one finger and then two in her vagina. All this before doing the nasty with her, going down on her. I wanted to see what that was like. On a scale of one to ten, it was about a seven.

I invited her over and invited a mutual guy friend over and I helped her keep her legs apart while he got ready and deflowered her girl parts. She wasn't impressed. She preferred to snuggle with me. I don't blame her, girls snuggling is snuggling, no sticky mess to deal with.

Well, that's my story for tonight. If you meet me I would probably open my legs for you on the first date. If you meet my friend you would go home frustrated. She does not open her legs for guys. It's a girl thing, she means that too. It's a girl thing, not for guys.