When fingers meet clit

It all hit me in puberty, the first menstruation, the first tingling feeling between my legs, the first sex, and the first masturbation. I have already written about the first 'screaming for fun' feeling and the first sex - it was awful, btw. My first finger masturbation was also terrible; at least I thought so as a teenager, but today I know better than that. 

In the early spring, my hormones started raging, and they are still raging now. We already had a computer at home, which I was only allowed to use for homework and school projects. IRC was popular at the time, and I really wanted to have it, to be able to talk with classmates, the ones whose parents allowed the all-day use of the computer. I envied them. 

I was watching my father spent the afternoon behind the computer playing games. I wanted to remember how I get on-line. Finally, one Saturday when my parents went shopping, it was my turn. I waited 15 minutes, checked to see if they had left the apartment building, locked the door twice, plug the phone cord into the computer, and waited for the connection. An annoying, loud ringing. Waiting for the green light. I succeeded. I installed mIRC and joined different groups. Most notable was a group of girls talking about sex and masturbation. Wonderful, sex was crystal clear to me (at least that's what I thought at the time). However, the second, masturbation, was not. 

Not that I didn't know what masturbation was, but I had never thought before to quiet down the burning tingling between my legs using my fingers. I didn't know it was that simple. As a teenager, I had many doubts, and I was ashamed to ask questions to a group of unknown girls. The next few days, I couldn't stop thinking about wanking, reaching an orgasm, and what I need to do with my fingers.

The next Saturday, when my parents left to the stores again, I snuggled up to the computer. I was shifting uneasily in the chair while waiting for the connection and annoying beeping to pass. This time, I was not interested in IRC; I preferred to search for articles about masturbation. I typed "How to masturbate" into a search engine and waited for the results. The first hit I got was Cosmopolitan article. Great! I wasn't the only one wondering how to wank. Apparently, women are interested in that kind of tips and instructions. A quick review of the content, and I was more than satisfied. After a few moments of panic and sweating, I printed out an article, successfully deleted my search history, and turned off the computer.

In the shelter of my sheets, I read the article slowly. Twice. It mentioned three techniques that are the most common and should also be most effective. Circling with fingers, squeezing the clit with two fingers, much like scissors (that's how I imagined it), and a third technique that I don't remember well, but I think it was something about tapping. I had enough time to be able to try all of them while reading the 'instructions'. As my hand slipped behind my panties, I felt dirty but excited at the same time. I was learning something new, discovering the unknown. 

I didn't like the last-mentioned technique, I was even a little bored by tapping my clit, so I quickly decided to try another one - the second. It was then that I realized that my button was relatively insensitive because, again, there was no desired effect. My labia ached from squeezing, and I wanted to stop doing everything and throw the article in the trashcan. Nevertheless, something drew me to the third technique, and I was lucky that I didn't decide to quit. From that day on, circling is the only thing I do with my fingers on my clitoris. I was changing the speed, pressed harder, changed the direction. When I was just before reaching the climax, I stopped. I didn't dare to go all the way. I didn't know how the orgasm should be felt like, whether I had already reached it or not. I felt weird and lost again after a few fantastic minutes. 

I didn't have an orgasm that day, my parents came back from the shopping center, and I abort the mission. The article did end up somewhere deep in the trash after all, but the circling technique stayed in my head forever. Later I was able to experience the big O, but it was not till that day when I realized for the first time how good it feels playing with my button.