ignored. Looking in the mirror, I could already see its hardened head peaking out from beneath, what the book called, the clitoral hood. Very tenderly, I touched the little button, and was quickly rewarded with a pleasure shock that shook my entire body.
I did not immediately go back to stimulating my clitoris. Instead, I continued to slide my fingers in and out of my vagina, and used my other hand to coax out a response from the different areas of sensitivity. There were varying feelings from each place I touched. The flesh around my clitoris was intense with sensation, while conversely, the tissue on the outside of my meaty lips was less so. But the biggest surprise was when I reached lower, and began caressing my asshole and the surrounding area. It was alive with the most wonderful feelings. Using some of my natural lubricant I glided my fingers over the tightly muscled hole. If a year before, somebody had told me that my rectum was a pleasure organ, I would have laughed in their face. But now, I was a true believer.
Soon, my body became too fevered for additional exploration. I returned to the little, insignificant-looking pleasure bud. Lightly, at first, I again touched it. The shock, if anything, was stronger than before, and involuntarily, the speed by which I was touch it, began to increase – and increase and increase – as I came closer to my desired orgasmic release. The only difference between this and the night before was that I continued to pump my fingers into my steamy vaginal canal.
When my orgasm hit, it was more intense than the previous one. I don't know if it was the fact that my fingers were filling my hole or what, but there was a definite difference. Although it started like the night before with spasms beginning deep inside my body, this time when they rolled to my vagina, the walls of the slick cavern clamped down hard on my imbedded fingers. It was almost like my vagina was snapping at my invading fingers. Whatever the reason, it was definitely better. I vowed to use this technique regularly during my newfound pleasure hobby.
When my body had finally relaxed after the onslaught of pleasure, I went back to studying the book that Lonnie had given me. I read that masturbation was the self servicing of my body that I had discovered on my own. The book went on to say, there was no known harm that came to one who indulged in such activities. This, of course, refuted the instructions about not touching myself that Mother had previously given me.
I boned up on the male anatomy as well, and learned a great deal. The male orgasm, it seemed, was different from the female's. I was dying to compare notes with my brother. It would be interesting to find out exactly how he had discovered that pleasure the night before. There was no doubt that we were going to learn a great deal from one another. We had no choice.
Dinner, that night, was uneventful, and if it had not been for the anticipation of talking to Lonnie, later, it would have been plain boring. The talk around the table between Daddy and ourselves was all of the small variety. The only interesting thing said was by my father…
'Listen, guys,' he said, 'I want to apologize about running out on your party last night. I really didn't have any choice. When the station calls, I have to move my tail. Mai Widner, the TV host, was publicly slandered by a guest on her live television show. She was very distraught, and I'm the one they called. She was the person who stayed here last night. I didn't believe it would be a good idea for her to go home to an empty apartment in her condition. So, after taking her out for a few drinks, I brought her here.'
Both Lonnie and I nodded our heads with approval. Although we knew what actually went on the previous night, we didn't want to let him know what we had seen. There was no reason to embarrass him because he submitted to a very natural desire. It was truly amazing how mature we had become in the space of twenty-four hours.
'I think you might be seeing more of Mai,' Daddy went on. Lonnie and I had to suppress our giggles, having seen as much of Mai as possible. 'I think you'll both like her, and she did mention that she would enjoy meeting the two of you. We became pretty close in one evening and, I'd like to believe, we've become very good friends.'
My brother was elated at the prospects of meeting the TV lady. I guess he wanted to see her up close this time to make sure that his eyes had not deceived him. I, too, was anxious to meet someone who promised to be interesting, and the lover of my daddy.
My father left the table, saying he had to get ready for his card game, and that he would see us in the morning.
'If he only knew,' Lonnie said, rolling his eyes to the ceiling once our father was out of earshot.
'I have to admit, it sure was an eye-opening sight,' I agreed, laughing. 'Knock on my door when you're finished studying.'
CHAPTER FOUR
Before returning to my room, I paid my nightly respects to my mother. This took care of the last responsibility standing in the way of my sex education class. After taking a shower, I dressed carefully for my encounter with Lonnie.
I wanted to wear something that would allow my brother to understand what was happening to my body without having to remove any of my clothes. The articles of dress that I chose were a short, see-through nightgown and a pair of my sheerest bikini panties. When I checked myself out in the mirror, I realized I was totally decked out in white. I had always assumed that this was the way I would be dressed on my wedding night. The fact it was not, did not make it any less appropriate.
Finally, after spending a fruitless hour over my schoolbooks, there was a knock on the door, and my brother came bursting into my room. He was wearing only cotton pajama bottoms, and he carried a stack of papers. His eyes widened when he caught sight of the way I was dressed.
'Wow! I keep forgetting how good-looking you are,' Lonnie said, not able to tear his gaze from my body.
'You're not bad-looking yourself,' I returned.
Actually, he was quite good-looking. His red hair was cut medium long, and his facial features were very similar to my own. Lonnie was at least six feet tall, and though his body was lean, it was well muscled. I was having trouble keeping my eyes off my brother's bare torso and pajama-clad lower body.
'Before we start discussing what happened last night, I want to show you some notes that I made on what people, without scientific backgrounds, call the various parts of the body and their functions,' he said as he handed me the papers.
I took my time as I went down the list, trying to retain as much of the information as I could. It was evident that I had heard most of the words before, but I never thought they made more sense, and I found them, to my way of thinking, better than the sterile scientific names the book had used.
My brother's list was extensive, and to simplify matters, he jotted down the scientific designations next to the appropriate street word. For me, fuck, suck, cock, prick, pussy and cunt, cum, clit, tits, and balls had a much more arousing effect than the book's words. Lonnie and I both agreed to use these slang words and expressions in this and any further conversations we would have regarding the subject of sex.
'It was amazing, that right after we began talking about sex, Dad would bring home that woman, and give us a demonstration. It was easily the most exciting night of my life,' my brother said, starting off our long-awaited discussion.
'Yes,' I agreed, 'it was very exciting for me, too. As a matter of fact, I haven't been able to shake those images from my mind or the feelings from my body. If it wasn't for what I learned, when I returned to my room last night, I'm sure the men in the white coats would have had to come and take me away. I think you know what I mean, don't you?'
'Yes, I know exactly what you mean. And when I finally orgasmed or came, it was the all-time greatest feeling of my entire life,' Lonnie said, crossing his legs.
I think he might have been trying to conceal the beginnings of a hardon. Seeing it would not have bothered me a bit. I very much wanted to see it, actually, but I didn't want to scare him off by embarrassing him with a remark about it.
'Do you know that last night was the first time I ever touched myself, and today was the first day I ever really looked at myself. I guess if anyone had seen my actions, last night and today, they would have said that I was making up for lost time,' I giggled, feeling myself blush.
