Chapter 3

At school the next day, I talked with Cindy and told her about the
conversation my brother and I had the night before. She was
flabbergasted, but pressed me for every detail. When we were in PE,
I listened very closely to Mary Jo and her friend talking.

After school I told Cindy that I heard Mary Jo say that she was
going to meet her boyfriend at the park that afternoon.

"I wonder if she's going to give him a blow job." Cindy said.

"I don't know. I don't really know what a blow job is," I told her.

We got to our bus stop, got off and walked towards my house.

"Do you want to ride our bikes to the park and see if we can find
Mary Jo and her boyfriend?" I asked.

"I can't; I have to help my mom do house work today," Cindy replied.

When I got home, my brother was at the table eating like he did
everyday after school. I took an apple from the refrigerator, sat
down and began to eat it.

"Do girls really do that?" Eddie said out of the blue.

"Do what, Eddie?"

"You know, what you said last night."

"You mean touch their pussies?"

Eddie blushed and nodded.

"I don't know if all girls do it, but some do," I said, trying to
act grownup about the whole thing.

"Oh."

I continued to eat my apple, getting up and tossing the core into
the trash when I was finished.

"Hey, Jen," Eddie called as I left the kitchen. "Do you?"

I didn't answer my brother's question, deciding to let him guess. I
went to my room, took off my school clothes and put on cutoffs and a
tight tee shirt. Once I was dressed, I went to the living room and
stretched out on the floor to do my homework.

On Friday, I heard Mary Jo talking to her friend in the locker room.
Karri, Mary Jo's friend, asked her about her boyfriend and what they
did at the park.

"We just felt each other up," Mary Jo said. "I wanted to do more,
but I got scared."

Mary Jo removed her skirt and I saw the strange underwear she wore. 
Her panties covered her in front, but her ass was bare. My curiosity
got the best of me and I asked her what they were.

"Haven't you ever seen a thong before," Mary Jo giggled.

Shaking my head, I said, "No."

"I just got these," she said, turning slowly so I could get a good
look. "I love them because I don't have any panty lines."

I nodded, told her they were very nice and went back to getting
dressed for PE. After class, we all went into the large shower room
and stood under the water. By now I had studied all of the girls in
my class, but noticed something different about Karri. Her pubic
hair was shaved so that only a thin strip remained.

"Did you see Karri's pussy hair?" I whispered to Cindy on the bus
that afternoon. "It looked like she shaved it."

"Yeah, I saw her." Cindy giggled. "I've seen girls on the computer
like that, but never in person. I wonder why she did it."

Neither one of us could figure why a girl would want to shave there.
I had only shaved my legs once, even though I didn't really need to.

After getting off the bus, I invited Cindy to come over on Saturday
to swim and hang around. She said she'd ask her mom and we
separated, her going toward her house and I to mine.

That night, Dad and Eddie went to the store after dinner and left
Mom and I to do the dishes. While we stood at the sink, I asked her
about what I had seen in the locker room.

"Mom, why would a girl shave down there?" I asked, pointing at my
crotch.

"I do it so my pubic hair doesn't show when I'm wearing my bathing
suit," Mom answered as if I'd asked about the weather. "Why do you
ask?"

"I saw a girl in PE today and she had it shaved. I was just
wondering."

After a few minutes, I said, "Would you be mad if I did that?"

"No, Jen, I wouldn't be mad."

After we finished cleaning up the kitchen, we went outside and sat
on the patio. The evening was warm and there was just the hint of a
breeze.

"Can I ask you about something else I heard at school, Mom?"

"Sure you can, honey. You can ask me about anything."

"What's a blow job?"

Mom gasped at my blunt question and said, "WHAT!"

I told her about overhearing the two girls talking in the locker
room and that I had no idea what they were talking about. I also
told her what Cindy said she thought it was and that I didn't believe
her.

Mom's eyes were wide open as was her mouth. She seemed to have a
little trouble breathing and I asked if she was okay.

"Yes, I'm fine. I knew that I would have to have this conversation
someday; I guess I just wasn't ready. Cindy was correct; a blow job
is where a woman puts a man's penis in her mouth."

"Yuck! Why would a girl want to do that?"

"Well, oh God this is hard, because some women like it."

"Do boys like it, Mom?"

Mom chuckled and nodded her head yes.

For the next hour and a half, Mom had THE talk with me. This time
she went into much more detail than she did the first time we talked.
She told my about making love, oral sex and being protected from
disease and pregnancy. I listened intently to her as she did her
best to explain the facts of life to me. When my dad and brother
returned, she told Dad to leave us alone.

When she was finished with her lecture, she added, "Just remember
that all of these things are for a man and his wife. You shouldn't
do things until you're married."

I nodded and then shocked Mom when I said, "You did."

Mom was speechless. She squirmed in her chair and tried to figure
out what to say to me.

"I can count, Mom. I know that you had Eddie five months after you
and Dad got married. I also know you were seventeen when Eddie was
born. That means that…" 

"Okay, okay, we both know what it means. That doesn't mean I
shouldn't have waited."

I giggled and said, "Or at least have been protected."

That broke Mom up. She began to laugh until tears were running out
of her eyes.

"Okay, young lady, that's enough about that. Now I want to ask you
something. Are you thinking about having sex?"

"NO, MOM! I don't even have a boyfriend."

"Well," Mom said, her voice getting very serious. "If you EVER
think you are going to do something like that, please, please come to
me first. I know all about growing up and the feelings a young girl
gets. I also know that sometimes it's very, very hard to keep those
feelings in check.

"I want you to feel like you can ask me about anything, Jenny. If
you find you're getting feelings that you don't think you can
control, well, there are things that can be done to prevent an
unwanted pregnancy."

"You mean like condoms?"

"I mean like birth control pills. Condoms are only good if they get
used. Is there anything else you'd like to ask me before we go in?"

I thought for a moment and then said, "Does Daddy like that blow job
thing?"

Mom blushed, grinned and said, "Yes, your father likes all kinds of
sex."

"How about you, do you like it?"

"Yes I do."

"How do girls get blow jobs?"

Mom laughed and said, "Well, it's different when a man does it to a
woman, but it's fundamentally the same. A man uses his mouth on a
woman's vulva and clitoris."

I thought for a moment and then asked, "Does it feel good, like when
you touch yourself down there?"

"Yes, Jen, only better."

"Thanks for talking with me, Mom. I feel so much better. I asked
Eddie about blow jobs and jacking off but he wouldn't talk to me."

"Well, your brother is just shy. If you have any questions, ask me."

By the time Mom and I had finished our conversation, I was feeling
really strange. I went to my room, closed the door and flopped onto
my bed. My mind was reeling and my pussy was tingling as I tried to
commit everything Mom and I talked about to memory. Lifting my
bottom off the bed, I unbuttoned my shorts and wiggled them over my
hips.

I kicked the cutoffs onto the floor and shoved my hand into my
panties. After rubbing myself for a few minutes, I removed the
restrictive underwear and spread my legs wide open. My fingers moved
over the puffy lips of my labia and then between them. I found my
clit and began to rub it rapidly with my fingertip.

That was my normal mode of masturbation, but that night it didn't
seem like enough. I put my other hand between my splayed legs and
soon had all of my fingers working at my sex. In the past, I had
played around my opening, but never went too deep. That changed when
l slipped a finger into my hole and pushed it in until I felt a
pinching sensation.

I surmised that I was pressing against my hymen and for a moment I
stopped masturbating long enough to do a little exploring. I
couldn't see, but as I probed around I found an opening in my
membrane and slid my finger deeper. Once my finger was in as far as
I could get it, I paused and just savored the feeling.

The inside of my vagina was hot, wet and felt like velvet. I moved
my finger out and then back into my pussy, picking up speed. Once I
gained some confidence, I began to rub my clit as I fingered myself.

With very little practice, I found I could move my finger in my
pussy and rub my clit with the wrist of the same hand. This freed my
other hand to fondle my boobs. Not wanting to remove my hand from my
crotch to unfasten my bra, I pushed it up over my tits and began to
rub my nipples.

It only took a few minutes for me to reach the best climax to date. 
My body shuddered and my ass bounced on the bed as the wonderful
feeling bathed my entire being. When my orgasm subsided, I lay
panting, my finger still buried in my sex.

I got up, straightened my bed and put on my nightshirt. After
picking up my panties to put them on, I changed my mind and tossed
them into the hamper. I went to the bathroom, showered and while I
was drying myself, I looked at the hair that covered my mons. The
hair on my head was dirty blonde, but my pubic hair had begun to get
darker.

Still stark naked, I took the handheld mirror from the drawer in the
counter and placed it on the closed toilet seat. I straddled the
toilet and looked at the reflection of my crotch. I noticed that my
labia were darker than the rest of my skin and protruded. Using my
fingers, I pulled the soft lips apart and gazed at my pink inner
labia. As I pulled the flesh to the side, I spotted my hooded
clitoris and touched it with my fingertip. I shivered in excitement
at my touch and the sight of my sex.

My bother knocked on the bathroom door and yelled for me to hurry. 
I put away the mirror, put on my nightshirt and left the bathroom,
scurrying past Eddie. When I got back into my room, I went to my
dresser to get a clean pair of panties and then decided to try going
without. I climbed into bed, turned off my light and tried to go to
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