CHAPTER THREE
Lonnie and I didn't have much time to talk the next morning. We had both gotten up late, and barely had enough time for breakfast before leaving for school. But if Lonnie's sunny smile was any indication, he had also experienced something profound in the darkness of his room the previous night. Knowing my brother as well as I did confirmed in my mind that he had reached the same conclusions I had.
Dad joined us at the table, and he, too, was sporting a bright smile. He explained that there was a guest asleep in the game room, and asked us not to disturb her. Lonnie and I had a difficult time keeping the knowing grins off our faces. We both figured that it would not be a good idea to question him about who she was, or why she was here. Our pretended ignorance was his bliss.
Blissful as Daddy was, it was apparent he was feeling some guilt. He said that it would be better if we didn't mention the guest to Mother. He stated that there was no reason to bother her with the information – 'knowing how she would worry about the house not being presentable, etc.' During the conversation he did not look at us while speaking but if he had we would have continued to keep our expressions neutral.
School was unbearable that day. I could not concentrate on even the most simple details of my lessons. Flashes of what I had seen and felt the night before constantly invaded my mind. I had to fight off a maddening urge to go to the girls' room, and reproduce those delicious feelings that I learned about last night. And if it were not for my underwear fortunately absorbing my sexual excitement, a stain, I would have found difficult to explain, would have appeared on my lightly colored slacks.
I sighed with relief as I left my last class. Now I could go home and explore the delights of my body again. The conversation I would have with my brother would not take place until later that night when we would be assured of our privacy. Since it was my father's poker night, he would leave the house after dinner, and not arrive home again before the early hours of the morning.
As I was leaving the school, Lonnie suddenly appeared beside me. He was still wearing the smile that had decorated his face earlier that morning.
'Oh, Lana, you would never believe what I did last night,' he said.
'I don't know about that,' I answered, giving him a knowing smile in return. 'I, too, made some interesting discoveries about myself last night.'
'Really?' he asked, arching his eyebrows.
'Really,' I repeated, arching my own.
'We'll talk about it later after Daddy goes to his game,' Lonnie instructed.
'Okay, Brother,' I sung, 'we got ourselves a date.'
'Oh, yeah, before I forget,' he said, stopping me from continuing on my way. 'I have to stay late for a history lecture. So what I want you to do is study this book. It will be easier to talk about this subject, if we know the different names and functions. I'll see you later.'
Lonnie ran back into the school, leaving me holding a book. The cover was concealed by loose leaf paper scotch-taped to the jacket. I peeled away one corner to read the title. It was 'The Complete Anatomy and Physiology of Sex.' I had to agree with my brother, it was exactly what the doctor ordered.
I rushed home, not wasting a minute. The anticipation of reading the book and taking care of my bodily demands was overwhelming. After entering the house, I raced to my room, and quickly disrobed. I wanted to look at my body in the light. Never before had I taken the time to really look at myself.
I stood in front of my wall-length mirror. My short, dark, red hair framed a face that other people considered cute. My height was average, five foot four. I weighed just over one-hundred pounds. My figured was still, it seemed, in the process of changing.
Although my breasts in no way compared to those of Mai Widner, they were still quite good, and quite large. They were firm and shapely. I didn't need a bra to support them. The nipples that topped my pale, rose-colored breasts were slightly darker, and swollen, having been exposed to the air and my feelings of inner excitement.
My stomach was tight and flat, my hips curved and shapely. When I looked close, I could see a fine, lightly colored thread of hair, which began just below my navel and trailed to the large thatch of auburn hair that formed the perfect triangle between my legs. The hair was not kinky like the TV woman's or my father's, but more like the hair of a cat, smooth and soft.
I turned around and studied the view of my rear. The cheeks of my behind were small but full, and no sign of flab or wrinkled flesh. My legs, though, were my best feature. They were long and lean, with curves in all the right places. Whenever I wore shorts and there were boys around, I was sure to get a few wolf whistles and complimentary comments about my 'gams'.
Before looking at my most sensitive and hidden parts, I thought it best to study the book my brother had given me. That way I figure I could more readily identify their mysteries.
I sat on my bed, and opened the book to the section on the anatomy and functions of the female sex and reproductive organs. On the first page, they had a diagram of the area between a woman's legs, with labeled arrows pointing at the various parts. The words they used for the different organs seemed very scientific and very cold. I liked the words my father and Mai used a lot better. Still, I took the time to memorize them.
Once I had the names and locations down, I took a hand mirror from my dresser and brought it back to the bed. Spreading my legs as far apart as I could, I placed the reflecting glass between my thighs, and focused on my womanhood. I quickly identified the fleshy outer lips as the labia. And after peeling those plump, little doors apart, the inner world of my sexual being was revealed to me.
The small, muscled mouth was the entrance to my vagina. The diagram showed it to be a long canal that ran deep into the hollows of my body. Again I became worried about the blockage I had encountered the night before. There was no way I could function as a whole woman with that dead-end in the middle of my main road. So instead of continuing on my journey of discovery, I turned back to the book in hope of finding an explanation for my vaginal obstruction.
It took only a few minutes to find exactly what I wanted. The book said that every female is born with a cartilage-like membrane in her vagina which impeded sexual penetration. It was called the hymen. The book went on to say that if a female had a hymen intact, she would be considered a virgin because it was impossible for intercourse to have taken place. Reading the passage removed a heavy burden from my mind.
I went on to read about the various ways the membrane could be eliminated. The three main ways to accomplish this were through a non-sexual tearing due to an accident or an athletic activity, like horseback riding; the surgical removal by a doctor, or the natural process of sexual intercourse. To me, the last was the most appealing.
As I was about to close the book, my eyes fixed on a chapter heading called 'The Female Orgasm.' I had never heard the word before, but after reading the section, it explained the phenomenon I had experienced the night before. It said that orgasm was the natural culmination of sexual arousal, and was brought on by direct stimulation of the clitoris. There were also certain theories, which had not been entirely disproved, that a woman could achieve orgasm through vaginal penetration, and in some cases, rectal stimulation. I hoped I was one of the lucky ladies that could climax all three ways.
After reading the last chapter, and having my mind relieved by the preceding one, I decided it was time for a little practical application. Back on the bed with my legs widely spread, I replaced the mirror in its strategic location, and commenced furthering my education.
Using the heel of my hand, I watched in the mirror as I gently massaged the outer lips or labia. The familiar new feelings rapidly began returning. It was a breathtaking sight when the lips began to pull apart to reveal the hot, pink tissue that resided within.
I moved back to my vagina, slowly using my finger, penetrated the slick canal, stopping when I reached the hymen. I was already wet with the juices of my arousal, and had no pain as I pumped my finger in and out, using a steady but slow rhythm. The feeling of fullness was sublime, and I began to desire something larger inside of me. Something very much like the male erect penis that Daddy had sported, or the one Lonnie could not hide, the previous night. Not having them at my disposal, I added a second finger to the first, and was greatly pleased by the lack of discomfort and the exquisite fullness.
The stage of my arousal had now reached the point when my pleasure-giving clitoris could no longer be
