Her First Orgasm

Carol tossed uncomfortably in her hotel bed and stared at the ceiling. Again, she was feeling the tingle. She had prayed for it to stop, but she had prayed for months now with no result. Her college orchestra tour should have provided some relief from sharing a dorm room with Patty, who was beautiful and walked around naked. That had been a torment. But now, in her third day rooming with Danielle, she was angry with herself to find that the tingle was back.

She listened to the sound of running water and tried not to picture Danielle in the shower. Danielle was not as beautiful as Patty, but she was cute. Her personality was quirky, to be nice about it, but Carol was getting used to Danielle's quirks and even enjoying them. She shifted again and put her forearm between her legs. A forearm wasn't the same as a hand, she told herself. It wasn't masturbation. Her pastor, her youth leader, her dorm director, her professors were all very clear that masturbation was a sin. And Carol, almost finished with her freshman year of college, did not like to think of herself as a sinner.

But the tingle was hard to ignore. She felt hot and threw back the covers. It was time to get up and get ready for the concert, but she wasn't motivated. She tried not to move her forearm or her hips. In high school, she had been proud that she was not interested in boys, but now, she was dismayed to find that she was interested in girls. That was a whole other question of sinfulness. Online, she could find a few evangelical Christians who said that masturbation was all right, or at least a minor sin. But homosexuality... the best she could find was sympathetic advice to resist temptation. She closed her eyes and thought about calculus -- her second-semester class was challenging but enjoyable. But Patty sat right in front of her... she thrust her forearm slightly between her legs.

"That was a great shower," she heard a voice say. "Oh my gosh, Carol, are you masturbating?"

Her eyes flew open and her arm convulsively jerked away. "No!" she gasped between pounding heartbeats. Danielle was wearing a bra and panties, and she was grinning.

"It's OK," Danielle said. "I know all about masturbation. I've never had sex, but I know how to touch myself. But I don't think it would work very well with my arm."

"I wasn't!" Carol pulled the covers up to her chin.

"You could have fooled me." Danielle sat down on the edge of the bed and patted her shoulder. The touch sent a shock through her body. "I think masturbation is a wonderful release. If all you've done is put your arm between your legs, you should try using your fingers. And let your mind wander. It feels really good."

Carol's mind was in a daze. Danielle had a well-earned reputation for having no filter, but talking openly about sinful sex practices was extreme, even for her. But everyone also knew that she was smart.

"I'd be happy to help you," Danielle said matter-of-factly. She pulled the covers back and lay down next to Carol without asking permission. "You're really pretty," Danielle said. "I've never kissed anyone, boy or girl, but I've imagined it a lot. Would you like to try?"

All of Carol's temptations were suddenly coming true. She opened her mouth to say something, she didn't know what, but Danielle leaned in and covered her lips with her own. And suddenly she was actually kissing. She felt Danielle's tongue, with traces of toothpaste, and she met the sinuous movement with her own. Their lips slid against each other. Danielle wrapped her arms around Carol's back, and Carol couldn't do anything but respond.

She had no idea how long the kiss lasted before Danielle pulled back with a Cheshire cat grin on her face. "I liked that a lot," she said. "Did you?" Carol didn't feel like she could speak, but she nodded.

"Was that your first kiss, too?"

Carol nodded again, a look of wonder on her face.

"First kiss for both of us when we're nineteen," Danielle said. "Nobody can call us fast. But that's what happens when you're home schooled and go to Holy Redeemer College, I guess. I never really even had an opportunity to kiss anyone till now. No dances or proms. Did you?"

Carol shook her head.

"So that's what foreplay is like," Danielle said thoughtfully. "But there's more to it, potentially." She touched Carol's nipple, which was showing plainly through a thin T-shirt. Carol gasped.

"I think it would be fun to be naked," Danielle said. She sat up and, without ceremony or self-consciousness, took off her underwear. Her small breasts were crowned with firm, light pink nipples, and her thin coating of pubic hair did not conceal her cleft. She looked at Carol. "What about you?"

Carol shook her head and whispered, "I'm not ready."

"No problem." Danielle lay down next to her again and folded her in a tighter embrace. But when Carol's arms felt the warm, soft, uninterrupted skin of her roommate's back, while their lips and tongues met once more, she moaned. The tingle was now a roaring fire. Bare skin felt so... erotic. There was no other word for it. She wanted more bare skin. She broke the kiss and pulled off her shirt.

"Ooh, thank you," said Danielle. "Your breasts are beautiful. I don't like saying tits or boobs, but I really like your breasts. They're bigger than mine, for one thing, and your nipples too. And such a nice color. I would call that crimson. So pretty."

No, Danielle had no filter at all, but Carol knew what was expected in return. "Yours are really pretty, too," she said, and she meant it. It was the longest sentence she had managed since Danielle came out of the shower. They resumed their embrace, and bare breasts rubbing against each other felt even more wonderful than Carol had imagined, to say nothing of Danielle's hands running up and down her spine.

Eventually Danielle leaned back to look at her friend's body. This time, she asked permission. "Is it all right if I touch them?" Carol nodded, and reached out her own hand toward Danielle's dainty, well-shaped mounds. She sighed with pleasure at the feeling of fingertips on her own nipples and exploring the slopes and undersides. Then Danielle lowered her face toward Carol's chest. Carol nodded and stroked her friend's neck. She didn't think the tingle, the fire, could get any stronger, but she began to gasp and pant at the sight and feel of Danielle's lips and tongue moving over her breasts.

"This is so wonderful," Danielle said in a slightly muffled voice. "I'm so glad you are willing to try this."

"I'm very confused right now," Carol said truthfully.

"I'm not. I've imagined a lot of things while I masturbated. More about men than women, but I've definitely thought about things like this. But I really like the reality." She scooted up so they were face to face and put her hand on Carol's hip. Her finger ran lightly along the waistband of the boxer shorts that her friend was still wearing. Carol felt her whole body shivering. She shifted slightly, felt something unusual, and looked down in surprise to see a wet spot. "What...?"

"It's OK," Danielle said. "That's what your body does when you're sexually aroused."

"It does?"

"It's another thing I've learned by myself. But it's so nice to see you do it. Have you ever looked at your vagina in a mirror?"

Carol could only shake her head, still amazed at Danielle's bluntness. But her friend continued, "You should try it. I would like to look at yours. May I?"

All Carol could think of now was the fire, the current, the arousal in her body. She raised her hips and let Danielle pull the shorts off. "Oh my," Danielle cooed. "This is amazing. Yours is like mine but also different. You have more hair than I do" -- she ran her fingers through it -- "and you're curvier on the outside" -- she traced the line of the vulva -- "and your inside is a darker red" -- she parted the lips and stared without embarrassment.

Danielle shifted her body so that they were lying side by side, and she ran one finger along Carol's pubic hairline. "I would like to stroke your clitoris," she said, "and it will be better if I'm at the same angle I use on myself. Is that OK?"

Carol nodded. She knew the word clitoris, but she had never deliberately touched her own. But as Danielle's fingers circled closer from the outside, there was something familiar about the feeling. It was the tingle, multiplied a hundredfold.

Danielle pressed a little harder and a little closer, and Carol moaned. "Tell me if it's too much," her friend said. "I know it's a very sensitive spot."

"It's amazing," Carol gasped. She moved her hips against Danielle's touch. This was so, so much better than her own forearm, a distant corner of her brain told her.

Danielle's middle finger slipped down, into the wetness, and carefully touched the clitoris directly. "Yes," Carol moaned. So that was what that part of her was for. She held her friend tightly and felt the strokes settle into a regular circular pattern.

The sensations rolling through her body had no precedent. Compared to the tingle that had tormented her, it was like the difference between a nightlight and a lightning bolt. She was amazed that Danielle's hand against her vagina made a squishing sound. She thrust harder; she couldn't help it. She had to have more, more.

And then she got it. The raging fire launched her like a rocket. "Ahh!" she gasped. Wave after wave pounded the center of her body. What was happening? She had no room for thought, and she clutched Danielle desperately.

Then it was over. The waves subsided. She was again aware of the anonymous hotel room, her naked body, her wet vagina, and her new intimate friend beaming from ear to ear.

"That was amazing for me," Danielle said happily. "What about you? I've never seen someone else have an orgasm, but it was great to help you and watch. Did you like it?"

Danielle was talking enough for both of them, Carol thought. Aloud, she said, "It was my first one ever. It felt incredible -- and a little scary."

"I was a little scared, too, the first time I made myself come," Danielle agreed. "But right now I really need one, too. Do you want to touch me, or shall I do it to myself?

Carol looked at her eager roommate. Danielle was a bit of a weirdo and certainly an oversharer, but Danielle had done something wonderful for her. That feeling in her body, the great climax a minute ago and the warm glow now -- she owed Danielle a lot. "I'll do it," she said. "But I've never done it to myself, so I'm not sure how."

"That's OK," Danielle said. "I will tell you." She took Carol's hand and laid it on her own pubis. "Stroke gently around the whole area with your palm and fingers. My tummy, my hair, my thighs." Carol did as she was told, marveling at the feeling. "Mmm, so good," Danielle said. "Now two fingers on either side of my vulva. Draw them slowly up. Oh yeah, like that. Keep doing that. Ohh... Now use three fingers and put the middle one in the slit." Carol did, and she felt Danielle's wetness. It was thick and smooth, and it made everything slippery. She reached the top and felt a little nub. Danielle gasped. "Oh my gosh," she said, clutching Carol's arm. "That is my clitoris."

"Amazing," Carol said softly.

"It is. Touch it again, gently. Oooh. Sexual arousal is so much better with another person, Carol. So much better. Keep circling. Yes. You can move your whole hand. Middle finger on my clit and the other fingers on my labia feels really good." Carol could see that. Danielle was moving her hips in time with the motion of Carol's hand, and her breathing was fast. "Dip your finger," she panted. "Get some wetness on my clit. Yes, like that. Oh!" She thrust harder against her friend. Carol kept circling the clitoris, while Danielle, beyond words, moaned and thrashed. She felt Danielle's whole body stiffen, saw her mouth open and her eyes close, felt a small surge of wetness -- and then it was over. Danielle went limp, opened her eyes, and folded her friend in an embrace. They kissed, and she said, "Oh my God, that was such a great orgasm. Maybe my best ever."

"I'm glad," Carol said shyly.

"And now you've had one. But I bet that number will rise."

"Maybe." Carol pondered. "What did we do?" she said aloud. "I mean, I know what happened. But did we... have sex?"

"Well, there's a whole range of things you can do," Danielle said. "I think we stopped at third base."

"What?"

"First base is kissing," Danielle said patiently. "Second base is touching breasts. Third base is touching genitals. And then there's going all the way, which would be intercourse for a man and a woman. For two girls, I'm not sure. Maybe oral sex?"

"Oral sex?"

"Kissing or licking your vagina."

Carol's jaw dropped. Involuntarily she said, "Ew!"

Danielle shrugged. "I've heard that it feels really nice," she said, with a touch of wistfulness.

"So we almost had sex," Carol said, frowning. "I would never have done that with a boy."

"Would you want to?"

"I don't know," Carol said truthfully. "Probably not."

"So you and I are both at least kind of into girls."

"And I feel terrible about it, and it's wrong."

"Did it feel wrong when we were kissing and touching?" Danielle gently poked the other girl between her breasts. "I felt safe and I felt like I trusted you."

"Me too," Carol said reluctantly. "But even so... we sinned."

"I don't think we did," Danielle said.

Carol looked wide-eyed at her flushed, naked friend. "What do you mean? We went against everything we've been taught."

"I think at least some of what we have been taught is wrong," Danielle said. "I decided a long time ago that masturbation is not a sin. It is how I have coped with the stress of college. And I'm going to have to think real hard now about whether homosexuality is a sin, because what we did together just now felt right to me." She planted a gentle kiss on Carol's full lips and asked, "Have you heard about the four basic kinds of prayer?"

"Yeah. Please. Thank you. I'm sorry. Wow."

"Right. Every prayer comes back to one of those. Personally, I do not pray, 'Please remove this temptation' or 'I'm sorry I masturbated.'" She kissed Carol's forehead. "But I do pray, 'Thank you for giving me a body and a clitoris,' and I pray, 'Wow, it is so amazing that our bodies can give us such pleasure.'"

She pushed a strand of blond hair out of Carol's eyes and looked at her intently. "And my newest prayer is 'Thank you for my beautiful, curious, understanding friend Carol, who has broadened my horizons.'"

Carol felt a lump in her throat. She hugged Danielle hard and whispered, "I broadened your horizons?"

"I had never even kissed another person until half an hour ago," Danielle said. "Now I know a lot of amazing new things. And so do you."

"Half an hour?" Carol picked up her phone. "Oh my gosh, we'll miss breakfast. And we have to pack. The bus is coming at 10."

The intimate moment ended abruptly. Quickly, the girls washed, brushed, packed their suitcases, and dressed in calf-length skirts and long-sleeve blouses. They got downstairs in time to grab a muffin from the breakfast room and catch the bus with the rest of the orchestra.

At the concert hall, Carol took her French horn out of its case and began to warm up. She still felt some physical glow from her orgasm, and she realized that her breath support was coming from a deeper, firmer place. Her core had been worked over, and she could feel it in the way the air was flowing. Remarkable, and cool. She leaned into her fundamental exercises. Everything was coming easy today.

Walking onstage, she smiled at Danielle in the second violin section before taking her place. There had been some surprise when she won first chair as a freshman, but she had handled the responsibility. She was ready to play a good concert.

But the concert was more than good. Everything was locked in -- Mr. Bailey, the other horns in her section, the strings, the woodwinds. She had never played her solos so beautifully, and she had never felt such tight ensemble.

She was still in the zone as the concert ended and the audience cheered and the orchestra made its way offstage. Several people said to her, "Carol, you sounded great." Then Mr. Bailey shook her hand and said, "Carol, I have never heard you play like that."

"Thank you," she murmured. He said, "I don't know what you did differently, but whatever it is, keep it up." And she turned away to hide her furious blush.

She felt preoccupied for the rest of the day, as the orchestra packed up, got on the bus for the next city, and stopped on the road for dinner. She answered direct questions from her friends, but she had much to think about, and pray about, watching dull scenery roll by on the interstate.

When they reached their hotel, it was already well into the evening, and the students were told to go directly to their rooms. That suited Carol fine. She was rooming with Danielle again -- and Danielle, with all of her quirks and her bluntness, was the person she needed to talk to, alone.

After the door closed and the girls flopped onto their beds, Carol began, "I had such a great concert."

"I know you did. That solo in the first movement just soared."

"Thank you. It... it was such a strange feeling. All the blood in my body, all the air in my lungs, it was like the Holy Spirit was upon me. Every measure, God's power and glory, channeled through Beethoven and through me."

Danielle propped herself up on her elbow, eyes wide. "That's amazing. What a wonderful gift."

"Every note fit together with every other note just right. Our big trio section in the scherzo, I knew I was going to hit the high note every time. No fear, no nerves. And I knew that Matt and Dave were going to follow me and lock in with me."

"Do you think there's a reason?"

Carol shook her head wonderingly. "Because you and I were intimate?"

"Whoa."

"My horn playing is a gift from God," Carol said. "It's how I bear witness. I feel like that's my mission, to share my faith through my horn. And if that's why I suddenly got better..." She trailed off.

"Here's a question," Danielle said. "If the devil offered to make you the world's greatest horn player in exchange for your soul, would you take that deal?"

"No," said Carol. "That's easy. I need my soul to be a great horn player. Without it, even with all the technique in the world, my playing would be empty. It would be meaningless."

"So becoming a better horn player today was a gift from God. And if sexual experience made it happen, then by the transitive property, sexual experience is a gift from God."

"Jeez. Can that be right?"

"I don't know." Danielle's brashness had deserted her. "I was only being a little bit silly. Maybe?"

"Maybe," Carol said. "It's a lot to pray about."

"Well, we're only nineteen. We've got a lot to pray about anyway."

"Yes." Carol sat up and looked at her friend on the other bed -- light hair, pale skin, wide eyes, slim body. She remembered the feeling of orgasm in her own body, twelve hours ago. "And I think that a helpful step to figuring it out -- is to masturbate for myself."

"I think that is a good idea. Would you like some privacy?"

"No. I think that we should do it together."

"Yay. Same bed or different beds?"

"Same bed. And let's get naked."

The girls stood up and began to undress. For some reason Carol felt self-conscious as she slipped her panties off, but then Danielle reached over and pinched her butt. Carol squealed, slapped Danielle's hand, and reached in turn for her friend's butt. Danielle pushed her, and in a tangle of bare limbs, they fell giggling onto the bed.

"I've been looking at that cute butt of yours all day and wanting to grab it," Danielle said, sliding her hand down Carol's back and fondling the cheeks more gently. "And now I have."

"I understand," Carol said, copying the motion. "Your butt feels really nice, too." She marveled at hearing those words come out of her mouth. "But the plan is to masturbate."

"Right," Danielle said. "And you need a mirror." She rummaged in her purse and handed one to Carol. "Lie on your side, lift one knee a bit, and put it between your legs. Isn't it beautiful? Like the petals of a flower."

"The petals of a flower," Carol murmured, taking in the sight of herself for the first time.

"Our vaginas are wonderful things," Danielle said, spreading and stroking hers. "I say vagina a lot, but I also think that pussy is all right. It sounds kind of cute. What do you think? I don't say cunt or twat or any of the other words, because those sound crude."

What Carol really thought was that Danielle should be quiet, but she said aloud, "I'd like to stick to vagina for now."

"Right. Well, you touch your vagina and I'll touch mine."

And Carol did, sighing. Her morning of pleasure had not prepared her for the immediacy of touching herself, the sensations of her erotic zone and of her fingers reinforcing each other in a virtuous circle. She looked in wonder in the mirror as she touched her outer and inner labia, noticing the difference in look and feel. Her inner lips were fascinating to her -- petals of a flower, indeed. And at the top -- she brushed it with a fingertip and shivered -- was her clitoris. More and harder -- OK, a little touch went a long way. She retreated half an inch and gently advanced until she found the right pressure, remembering what Danielle had done that morning. She sighed in ecstasy as she settled into a rhythm, dropping the mirror so she could use her other hand on her labia.

Then she looked up. Danielle was thrusting hard against herself, eyes shut and lips tight. The sight was unbelievably sexy. This was not just any naked woman -- this was eccentric, unfiltered Danielle, who had taught her pleasure and helped free her from guilt. Her spirit, as much as her body, was erotic to Carol.

Danielle opened her eyes and said between panting, "So hot. So sexy. You look so good." She rested her hand and said, "I'm really close. I'll wait for you."

So considerate, Carol thought, with a rush of affection. Her finger bore down on her clit, her other hand rubbed her lips harder... but it was the sight of Danielle, and Carol's feelings about her, that launched her into the second orgasm of her life.

She managed to moan, "I feel it!" before the waves overtook her. Dimly, she saw Danielle bear down fiercely on her own vagina, heard her sharp intake of breath, saw her body stiffen and shake. Then the world came back into focus. The girls looked tenderly at each other and leaned in for a kiss, broken by their post-orgasmic gasps for breath.

As usual, Danielle spoke first. "That was incredible," she said softly. "So much better than anything I've done by myself."

"I don't have much comparison," Carol said, "but it is a miracle to know that I have that in me."

They snuggled together, gently kissing and stroking. Then Carol sat up and looked with new appreciation at her friend's body. So many different feelings about Danielle were coming together for her, and they were all new and good. She ran her fingertips lightly down Danielle's flanks and thighs, trying not to stare at her pubic triangle.

"I like the way you're looking at me," Danielle said. "Would you like to see better?" Carol was embarrassed, but Danielle parted her legs without waiting for an answer, and Carol saw the still-wet pink inner labia protruding. Probably another result of arousal, she thought. She was learning so much. She stroked her friend's inner thighs and said, "You're beautiful."

"Thank you. So are you."

She was so kind, her body was so alluring, Carol felt so warm and so grounded. Impulsively, she leaned forward and planted a kiss at the top of Danielle's cleft. The other girl gasped, but Carol moved her face up to rest in the sparse pubic hair. She trailed her tongue up her friend's belly, stopped to kiss each nipple, and came to rest gazing into her eyes.

Danielle grinned and cupped Carol's vulva. "I believe that earlier today, you said 'Ew' to a certain thing that I mentioned."

"I know I did. But an awful lot has happened today." Carol stroked Danielle's neck as she thought. "And maybe more will happen... another day." She stood up and said, "I need to use the bathroom. And it's probably time we went to bed. We have an early call tomorrow."

"Do you want to share a bed?" Danielle asked without hesitation.

"I think," Carol said slowly, "that I need to sleep by myself. It will help me do better thinking and praying."

"OK, that's fair. I think, since we know each other better now, that I am going to sleep nude."

"I won't stop you," Carol said, laughing.

They got ready for bed, and Carol put on her t-shirt and shorts. They shared a lingering goodnight kiss and turned out the lights. Carol curled up under her covers, pleasantly tired. She could feel sleep advancing through her body, almost like arousal. "Thank you," she prayed. "And wow."