It happened at the physical training class when I was swarming up a rope. The sensation was very strong and came at the most inappropriate moment – when I was almost under the ceiling. Burning sweet wave that numbed my whole body started to grow out of the bottom of my belly: I felt neither my hands, nor legs.
I was very scared since I couldn't control my hands and was just mentally begging them to cling to the rope. I felt as if a swamp of the sweetest creeps was swaying in my groin. Any stronger grasping of the rope made the swamp splash out.
I was dangling under the ceiling as a huge pear unable to do anything. The teacher and my classmates thought I felt giddy because of the height. I was hanging desperately trying to calm the swamp and get control over my hands. When it happened I carefully loosened the grasp and my body quickly slid down.
Rope rubbing of my pubis made the swamp gush and I fell down as a brokenly twitching pile. Perhaps that was my first orgasm. Anyway after that for twenty minutes I was lying in the corner of the gym unable to straighten myself up.
This incident had the strongest impact on me. I immediately understood that it was that very sex and that its sweetness is true. That's why, despite the fact that I was frightened with this first advent of sexuality, I became utterly interested in it and started looking for the opportunities to render these sensations. Not often but at times I tried to squeeze something between my legs. As many masturbating girls I used toys, bottles, flasks and even round table legs: I cuddled my vagina to the table leg and tightly threw my hips together. Yet, everything was in vain.
I was exploring my body trying various means of masturbation but there was nothing interesting, that's why I gave up. Perhaps, if I were more patient I would have succeeded. But I thought that everything should have happened as for the first time – quickly and sharply.
Only in 1,5 – 2 years I finally got luck. Sometimes my friends mentioned vibrator in their gossips with a strong obscene implication. Definitely they meant a dildo but the word suggested an idea. There was a vibrator in our house and more specifically a vibratory-masseur for back massage. It looked like a small 10 centimeter rectangular pillow (only metal). This vibrator should have been lied on at the back. It was usually left in the corner of the room.
One day when my parents weren't at home I suddenly recalled the word vibrator and decided to try it. I put it in the middle of the room, sat above it and turned the vibrator on. I made myself more comfortable and stronger clang to vibrating surface. At first I was feeling nothing except vibration. But some time later the sensations started to grow. Not so sharply but quite aloud.
