Your Stories #3: female
When I was in the ninth grade, having one of my very first sexual experiences, the guy I was with (who was in the tenth grade) was touching my goods. He was putting his fingers inside me in ways that were a little uncomfortable and definitely not pleasurable. Now, I didn’t know that much about my own anatopy at this point, but I guided him up what I later realized was my clit, ’cause that’s where it didn’t hurt so much and actually felt kinda good. His response was an incredulous, “You want me to touch you *there*?” Like it made no sense that I would want to be touched there. Since I didn’t know enough to explain to him what the clit was all about, I didn’t have an answer. I was pretty embarrassed–I thought there was maybe something wrong with me, because I assumed he knew what he was doing (he was more experienced than me). I don’t actually remember exactly what happened next; I think I just kinda sat there. (I actually had sex with this same guy a few years later, and thankfully both of us had learned about the clit by then.)