Note : This story is completely fictinal!

When I was about 18 years old, I often found myself waking from my sleep, lying on my side, with a pillow between my legs and against myself. I did not think much of it but sometimes it would be moist and the odor would be of my private self.

One evening, while my parents were away, my babysitter came in to check on me. She seemed to have noticed that my pillow had moved from the head of the bed and, being kind tried to move it and place it back at the head. She did not realize that under the sheets, the pillow was between my legs. Her actions awoke me but being half asleep, I thought she was tucking me in better.

She apologized, saying "I am sorry to wake you, I didn’t mean to bother or embarrass you; I was just moving your pillow”. I was confused; she must have seen that on my face. She said she was sorry to bother me when I was having a private moment for myself.

I told her I was sleeping and wasn’t sure what she was talking about. Betty said she thought I was using the pillow to enjoy myself. I was still not sure of what she was talking about. Betty started to realize this also.

She boldly commented that she thought I was masturbating. I had never heard this word used before, my strict parents and Catholic had upbringing sheltered me from the world. "Now I’m embarrassed," Betty commented, "It seems your parents have not been sharing your growing up with you". Betty asked, "Has your Mother discussed anything with you about being a woman or the intimate pleasures of being a girl"?

With shyness and shame, I told her that my mother did not speak to me of such things, only a dreaded curse each month. Betty sat next to me on the bed and held me in a comfortingly. "I think it is time someone did, would you mind talking to me? I will tell you about yourself."

This was the first of many intoxicating evenings of pleasure. My head was so full of everything I was drinking into all my senses. My body was tingling at what I have found to be my intimate spots. Betty was a very nice woman, daughter of friends of my parents and had recently graduated from College. I was not afraid or nervous as she pulled her nightgown off and asked if I would do the same. Her body was magnificent and looked similar to mine as we were both blond and she had begun shaving down there.

She felt the best idea was to just show me what she liked; I would learn by copying her. We lay on pillows propping us up and giving me a good view of our bodies. She started to fondle her breasts, suggesting that I find places on my body that made me feel good, then showing me what made her feel good.

I did like cupping my small breasts but never thought of caressing them and squeezing my nipples. God that felt good. Even in the warm room, my nipples became tight and firm.

As her right hand slide down her stomach, she stopped to make circular motions below her belly button. She arched her back, her other hand squeeze firmly on her breast, sliding up to pinch her nipples hard and her legs tensed then began shaking. I understood that feeling inside when I did the same.

Continuing her ministrations, she mentioned how nice and soft the lips of her kitty where. When I found my softness, I was wet there; I thought I was peeing without control, but inside myself. In a very shy voice, I mentioned this to Betty; she even smiled kindly, encouraging me to ask anything. She explained it was a very normal feeling, it was my feminine reaction to being sexually excited. She said these fluids from excitement are like those when two people kissed one another and that they can be shared. Her hand went further between her legs, spreading them farther. Then she brought her glistening fingers up to her mouth. These fluids of excitement had the sensual smell of a woman. She told me the taste is exciting also. She slid her finger into her mouth, seeming to suck her taste. When she withdrew her finger from her mouth, there was not a popping sound, just a smile as she looked into my eyes, assuring me that all was fine.

She returned her hand to her kitty, explaining that I should softly rub around my lips, and that the swelling there was good too. As I began to lightly rub my lips, they parted; the feeling seemed to invite my fingers into myself. I started to feel a stronger sensitivity at the top of my lips; I had never wanted to directly touch myself there before. This time Is bravely slid my finger in and out of myself and lightly dragged it up to that spot carefully. As I touched my tender point, I immediately felt it send a wonderful feeling deeper inside me there. I felt my toes start to curl without me knowingly doing so.

Betty noticed my progress and toes; with an approval in her smile, she tenderly shared her poetic words I will always know, "You are feeling the heart of your soul where your passion and feelings will take you deeper inside yourself, more than any other pleasant experience you will have in your life". Changing the tone of her voice this pearl is your clitoris, which is protected by a hood, each girl’s is a bit different. The lengths of cover, size of their button; your hood is shorter than mine”. She raised herself and swung around, exposing all her blossoming Rose petals with her legs spread. It was the first time I had ever seen any one’s but mine; I had not even looked at myself this closely. Yes, Betty's hood was not covering her pearl as much as mine. I had never considered that another girl could attract me as much as her kitty was. I became more excited and wet, not realizing I was making deeper motions around my button. Betty put her hand on her tummy and pulled up. As she uncovered her large button, she started to lightly tap on top with the other hand, her head rolled back looking at the ceiling. She started singing in a soft cry, in what I now know is ecstasy. I kept rolling my finger, then two, around my button. Yet, after seeing her delight I pulled back my hood, not being patient enough to tap it, I just rubbed myself where I had once avoided the spot that was so sensitive.