Shaving My Lady Garden!

Shortly before my relationship with Steve*, my best friend, Helena*, taught me some important things about sex and men. Things I would carry with me into my twenties and beyond, although I didn't know this at the time. 

I considered Helena to be a sexual font of all knowledge. Only a year, or so, older than me and already she professed to have engaged in sexual activities I hadn't even heard of before, let alone done! 

At the time our friendship was formed I already knew I was bisexual, although I had never been with a girl, sexually, before. I had developed a bit of a crush on Helena* when we were both in school together and went to any length to catch a glimpse of her, including spending every free lunch hour in the D&T room where she would be working on various projects, usually with her then best friend Jane*. 

And so I was ecstatic when she started talking to me, and overjoyed when she invited me to her house where we would smoke cigarettes on the balcony, drink vodka and coke and 'rock out' on our guitars. (A humorous side note: the first time I drank vodka and coke at Helena's was the first time I had drunk vodka and coke, so when she told me to say 'when' after she'd poured enough vodka for me I didn't stop her till my glass was half-full; with just vodka! Needless to say, that was a very stiff drink!)

It was on one of these occasions, dossing around at Helena's house, that she decided to tell me about two important, or they seemed to me to be at least, things: pubic hair shaving and self-orgasms. 

I laugh now to think of how naive I was in those days; before any man came into my life to show me carnal pleasure. I had no idea that you could make yourself orgasm. I didn't even know how an orgasm felt! And I knew nothing of sex toys, whilst now, many years on, I have a growing collection!

On that day at Helena's, she'd spotted my rather thick 'bush,' or lady garden as I prefer to call it, and commented that "You do know you can shave that, right?" Of course, I didn't and she kindly explained to me that many men preferred a clean-shaven pussy. If I was shocked at her crudeness and candidness, I didn't show it, only listened attentively. That very night I started a grooming habit that I would be unable to stop for many years to come and shaved my bush bald! 

It was also that day at Helena's that saw me find out orgasms were possible alone and what a Rampant Rabbit was. With my freshly shaved, slightly stinging, pussy and my fingers I led in bed and...well, I didn't reach orgasm on the first try. But I got closer and closer until one day I climaxed. And it was wonderful. And so began a long fascination with masturbation that would one day lead to an addiction and an inability to orgasm without a vibrating pair of ears...


*names changed for privacy