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My Unsent Letter-Remembering
2 months ago · · Friendship, · Explicit
My neighbor school friend and I years ago one weekend were talking about our bodies. She told me she didn't like the way she looked. I thought she had to be absolutely crazy. She worked for Victoria Secret at the time. Her body and looks are the epitome of what many people consider as beautiful.
I asked her what she would change.
She said she wanted to change her vag and pussy.
I have known this person since third grade. In all that time I had never once seen my friend nude. I'd seen her boobs many times, and her almost naked; but, I am in some ways very modest. I always looked away when given opportunities to see my friend without any clothes on earlier.
That weekend she undressed for me. I undressed too. I did it because her family was gone. I felt it was okay. She let me see what she looked like naked. We compared bodies.
This person and I still look somewhat similar, but I have lighter colored hair and my eyes are more hazel. She has more intense blue and green eyes and brunette hair. I thought she was perfect. Her body and face were like a goddess. At the time we were 19 years old.
The interesting thing was she had me that day examine her vag and pussy. I saw her vag and pussy were somewhat different from mine. My pussy is very pink, and just has a different look from hers. No one would know she has a rather meaty pussy, with a smaller clitoral vestibular bulb.
Most people I think don't realize a girl's clitoris is actually internally very large, wrapping around the vagina and connecting in a sense to other organs like the cervix and vagina. I studied anatomy a lot in college (I have various science degrees now, and sometimes taught pregnant moms and new mothers, science classes, and even reproduction and sex education at times as a public schoolteacher); also, my work earlier as a trained and certified massage therapist gave me special understanding on human pleasure and sexual enjoyment too.
In a way a girl's clitoris is analogous and similar in size to a male penis. It's just that everything is tucked away inside, parts of a girl's clitoris spreading internally like a very unusual wishbone. A girl's vagina, just like a penis, consists of thousands of sensitive pleasuring nerve endings.
A girl's clitoris is actually very complex. It can be personally different how and where a girl gets sexually aroused and orgasms. That day I showed and explained to my friend her body. It's like she didn't even understand her own vag and pussy.
My friend has big beautiful sets of labia minora that I thought looked fantastic. We discussed how each of us get stimulated differently. She didn't even know where her own Bartholin's glands were located. She'd never heard of her Skene's gland. There is no one specific way to even masturbate for females.
I know this may sound odd to some, but I helped show my friend different ways to masturbate.
It's strange in U.S. culture. American girls can be taught how to cook, sew, or taught how to ride a bicycle, but to discuss a girl's anatomy, or teach a girl how to masturbate, orgasm, or discover ways to self stimulate and pleasure is still mostly considered taboo. It's not even allowed to be talked about.
I had learned to masturbate at a very young age, while still in preschool. Orgasms became part of my daily sensual pleasure, where I just grew up always masturbating and self pleasuring in some fashion every day as a child and teenager. I still masturbate, self touch, and like to enjoy orgasms every day.
That day my friend and I sexually experimented and played on her family's couch. We later lied down together on her living room carpet. We sexually experimented, even masturbated each other. Later I showed her some different ways to orgasm. I even gave her oral sex.
It's really odd to me now how it was I who broke up our close friendship. My friend wanted me to always come over to massage, masturbate, and sexually pleasure her.
It was great for her, but it was like work for me. She was always very needy. She wouldn't ever volunteer to massage, masturbate, or pleasure me. I just didn't see the point in carrying on a one-sided friendship. She always wanted me to go visit her. It just became pointless to me. I felt like a mistress girl friend, a grown up babysitter.
I think in time my friend and I pursued different interests and hobbies. We grew apart. It's not like it was a bad thing. I think we both realized we had different needs and wants in life.
But the strange thing is now whenever I think of my friend I immediately get flashbacks to that weekend we sexually explored each other. I just wish nowadays I could think of my friend as liking me for more than a sex object.