Being a teenager going through puberty, I’ve found myself exploring my developing body often lately. I discovered the joys of pornography a couple of weeks ago when my friend, Ralyn came over. He showed me this site called Xnxx.com. After he left, he revisited the site and saw women in a way in which I had never seen before. I had a very good idea of what a woman’s naked body looked like, but I’d learnt so much about the female form since I had began viewing porn. I know my parent’s watched it often, I’ve seen DVDs in their room and heard the noises of moaning women and cheap porn music coming from their room.
I had developed a keen interest in pornography, using it as my sex ed. I felt ashamed sometimes, mostly because I felt that I should learn this information through experience. But where is a teenager going to find a woman who’s taking a cock in each hole? I suppose that there’s too much for one person to experience without porn. But still, there’s too much that I should be experiencing for the first time with a woman.
I’m not a single man, my girlfriend’s name Jackie. She’s what’s considered a bookworm, chock full of knowledge that she doesn’t’ really know anything about. Similar to my knowledge of sex. I fantasized about her often, but have always been a bit scared to bring the possibility of us having a sexual relationship up. She could either really want it, or not. She was only a little overweight with some of the nicest breasts in school. Her ass is nice, apparently not my favorite, but attractive nonetheless. That’s all I know about her body right now, but I hoped to see more.

The next day, at school, we agreed to hang out that afternoon at lunch. I planned on bringing the subject up, but found myself thinking of reasons not to. That afternoon we left the school property and headed to her house. Her parent’s worked late, so it would be just us for about two hours. It took us little over half an hour to get there.
She threw her backpack on the couch after coming through the door, while I gently laid mine on the floor against the couch, I carried breakables such as a glass pipe used for smoking weed. Jackie doesn’t smoke, but she did a couple of months before he hooked up. She’s one of those girlfriends who believes in letting people become who they want to be, she saw nothing wrong with weed, especially in my case.
It was her custom to enjoy a cold soda and light snack after school. She made use both a bowl of Pizza Pockets. We ate while watching the Ellen Degenerous Show, another routine of ours. Conveniently, the topic of masturbation was discussed lightly on the show. I used this to help break the ice.
“Do you masturbate, Kyle?” she asked.
“Tch, yeah, you know all teenage boys play with themselves.” I responded. “Do you?”
“Yeah.” She answered. She blushed as she confessed. This was interesting to me because I was unsure of how often women played with themselves. “How often do you play with yourself?” she asked. I wanted to lie and say once a week, but I wanted to establish honesty and spark a sexual relationship too.
“Daily, sometimes twice daily.” I said, waiting for an exaggerated response of surprise.
“Wow! How do you have time for me if you’re playing with yourself so much?”
“I only do so before I go to bed or after I wake up. The mornings are the worst.”
“Why’s that?
“I don’t know, it’s called morning wood. Guys will just wake up with an erection and the desire to cum.”
“Oh. I didn’t think you were such a naughty boy.” She said with a laugh.