TG Techie: Chapter 6: [XXX] Exploration

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Exploration

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I don’t have any idea what my vagina looks like.

Do all girls know that? Some of them? None of them?

I was home, I’d put stuff away. It was late and I didn’t have school any time soon. “We’ll work on getting you enrolled in a bit,” Mom had said on the drive home. “I have to look into schools in any case. You’ve had a busy week.”

And I was only three days in.

I was in my room, leaning on my door, and wondering what to do with myself. When I had gone to live with my father I left my laptop here. He had promised to buy me a new one, then hadn’t. It was gathering dust on my old desk.

Okay, Ash. What’s first order of business?

Well social media was out. There was nothing I could stand to look at on facebook or twitter. I sat down anyway. Opened the lid, and ran updates.

For a teenager with a broadband Internet connection, I hadn’t seen many vaginas. The porn I watched was mostly blowjobs. That’s what I wanted more than anything. The thought of a woman putting her mouth on my dick was a huge turn on for my adolescent brain. In some of my favorites there was some sex. I had usually come by the time it came on.

I got up and locked the door to the bedroom. Then shed my pants with a little difficulty. In the end I had to stand on one leg to peel them off of the other. I sat on the edge of the bed and shed my panties as well.

Yeah. That’s it. Not very helpful from this angle.

I had a full length mirror on the other side of the bed. I did a little somersault across to it. Okay. Here goes. I put my hands on my knees, still tight together, and didn’t move them. Look, you have a vagina now. You might as well see what you’re packing. Hands, still on my knees I opened my legs. Well that’s still not helpful. I hadn’t realized just how down this thing faced.

Okay. Lean back. Open legs.

Well that was certainly different than what I had before. It was all folds and more folds. I felt terrible being turned on by all of this, but… I scooted a finger across it. I thought I would feel myself getting wet. This is just there. I’d been feeling a familiar feeling in my loins (if you’ll excuse the lame term), but nothing like an erection.

It had a similar consistency to my own precum, maybe a little thinner. And it smelled very arousing. Like a musky flower, all sex and potency and sin. Well I was a lesbian now so…

I smeared my hand around in a way I was definitely going to have to do more of in a second, and licked my fingertips. Like salt flavored honey. A slightly revolting but entirely accurate description. None of that, “sweet/spicy nectar” here. I tell it like it is.

This time when I reach down there’s a lot more of it, and I’m feeling my breasts getting hot. When I lick my finger,s a little trail sticks to my bottom lip and I catch it with my tongue.

Alright, pretty well lubed down there, lets try this—GAAAAAAAGH!

It felt like someone had reached up inside me, through the floor of my pelvis, and was trying to rip me apart. All the porn stars just go right inside. Why can’t I do that? Pain. Pain was why I couldn’t do that. My eyes were watering as I pulled my finger out. That was just one finger. Don’t people use their whole fist sometimes? I tried again to see if it would be better the second time. If anything it hurt worse.

I stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked on my pussy juices as a consolation prize. Then that got everything running again, and my brain just spun around from horny to frustrated to desire to not feel pain.

Wait! Women used vibrators on their clits, right? Maybe I could just use my hand, and kind of bounce it up and down. Which part of me is* my clitoris?* I practiced drumming my fingers everywhere to see if I could find it, encountering various degrees of pain.

Okay. Well apparently I’m so bad at being a girl, I can’t even masturbate. I sat up and looked in the mirror some more. I was still wearing a bra. No one was here. May as well oggle the first real pair of breasts I’ve seen. I couldn’t get the bra to unsnap. I had to pull myself out of the shoulders, and then pull it off over my head, and throw it across the room and stick my tongue out at it.

I sat back on the bed again, hands on knees, and couldn’t help but notice that my cleavage (I had cleavage!) went almost to my neckline like this. I took a hand away to pick on up. Heavy, and kind of like holding a water balloon. In my hand like that my finger tip brushed my nipple. Oh my god! No like stroking an erect penis on the pleasure scale, but it had a lot of potential.

I put my breast back down, and looked at them in the mirror. Did I have big nipples, or normal? They looked big. Can… can I suck them? An emphatic ‘no’. Brushing? Rubbing? Rolling? Pinching? God yes!

I lay back down to concentrate, put a finger around each nipple and experimented different ways of pinching them. Never too hard, sometimes too soft. I found my favorite was to roll one around with the edge of my finger, tracing the areola, while my other hand gave little twists to the other side.

It was delicious, but felt like it would take me forever to get where I was going. Maybe taping wasn’t the right idea. Lets explore the downstairs the same way. Right hand still tweaking my nipple, I let my left creep down. I was even wetter than before, if that was possible. I licked my fingers again and got back to business. This is okay to touch. This is okay to touch. This hurts.

It was like bare skin on the head of my penis. I am—was—uncircumcised, and if you haven’t had experience with having a foreskin, let me put it this way. Touching it with anything dry, even your silken underwear, hurts way too much to stand for long. That especially goes for your fingers.

Some part of touching myself hurt just as much. In a different way, but not much different. That must be my clitoris. Or maybe not. Because right above that spot, over a little ridge was another place. And when I put my finger on that place? Bingo. Now I knew the route, just had to figure out how to drive.

Nope. Tapping it was still a bad idea. Pinching, like my titties? Nothing to pinch a hold of. Rubbing down seemed to work. Maybe circles. Yeah, circles was good.

It was around here that I became cognizant that I had raised my legs off the floor. Some thing in my body wanted to spread them open, and lift them up. My body was telling me good things, as my clitty sent little pulsing shivers, and warm humming pleasure over my body. I decided to indulge the feeling, and got my knees up around shoulder height. Hmmm. I couldn’t rub my titty that way. But my fingers on my pussy were feeling so good. And legs up just felt right.

I’ll just quicken the pace then. I hit the first hill. The one that lets you know you’re on the right track.

‘This direction to orgasm town.’ My right hand found itself creeping up my calve as I went. My legs went further and further back as I climbed higher.

Then my climax swept over me. I may have shrieked it his so hard. As good as the first orgasm, when I was twelve and desperate to feel it for the first time. My legs convulsed as every muscle in my body tensed up. Then it went on. And on. I kept shuddering and jerking and thrashing around, as I rode my fingers through it until the end.

When I came as a guy, once the ejaculation started that was it. The drop off was sudden. Here my orgasm just seemed to keep going until I couldn’t handle any more. And once I put my leg down and took my hand away, there wasn’t any drop off. Just a long, gentle, ride down.

Everything around me seemed soft, and I was warm, and snuggly.

Only after five or six minutes did my legs get uncomfortable from where I had splayed them out coming down. After only a few more minutes, I moved them somewhere more comfortable. After many more minutes I got up, and found my panties and my bra.

I dug around in my dresser for a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, and curled up in bed; to fall asleep in seconds. Dreaming soft dreams.



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